#i also have intrusive thoughts occasionally

[deonsx]

bachira, isagi, rin, (add ur favs if you want <3) with reader who’s love languages are like quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation + is pretty talkative and social feeling annoying?? like reader yapping away and sometimes realizing it could be boring, or reader always liking being close to them but pulling away sometimes for seemingly no reason cause they don’t wanna be a bother? (Also sfw pls I am asexual :3)

muah muah have a nice day/night drink lots of water!!! remember to take time for yourself!!!

heyaaaa im here again!!! i love this cutie rq lets do this also im adding^^ +Nagi,Sae,Kaiser

Rin Itoshi

He’s used to solitude and silence, so your constant chatter initially feels like an intrusion into his carefully constructed world

But over time, he notices how your voice fills the spaces he didn’t realize were empty. Even if you’re rambling about something he doesn’t fully understand, like the plot of a drama you’re watching or a funny story from work, he listens. He’s a quiet listener, his sharp eyes fixed on you while you speak, occasionally nodding or offering a low hum of acknowledgment

Sometimes, though, you realize you’ve been talking too much. You falter mid-sentence, worry flickering across your face. “Sorry, I’m probably boring you” you mumble, starting to pull away, both physically and emotionally. Rin frowns when this happens. “You’re not” he says, his tone firm. “Just… keep talking” It’s not a grand declaration, but it’s enough to keep you going

Your love for physical touch throws him off guard at first too. You’ll casually lean against him while watching a movie or brush your fingers against his when you’re walking together. He stiffens initially, unsure how to reciprocate, but he doesn’t pull away. In time, he grows used to your closeness, even coming to crave it

But there are moments when you suddenly withdraw. Maybe you were resting your head on his shoulder but then sit up, or you pull your hand back from his. Rin doesn’t understand why you do this and it frustrates him

One evening as you sit together on the couch, you shift away after being snuggled against him for a while. He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you “What are you doing?” You hesitate, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I don’t want to annoy you. I know I can be too much sometimes”

Rin’s grip tightens ever so slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not annoying.” His voice softens, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through. “If I didn’t want you here, I’d tell you” It’s a simple reassurance, but it means everything coming from someone like Rin. Slowly, you relax and lean back into him. He doesn’t say much else, but the way his hand lingers on yours, grounding you, says enough

Bachira Meguru

Bachira genuinely enjoys hearing you talk. Whether it’s about your day a funny story or some random thought that popped into your head he listens with a wide grin his golden eyes sparkling with interest. Sometimes he even adds to your rambles tossing in jokes or exaggerated reactions that make you laugh

“Wait wait so you’re telling me the cat jumped on the table during the meeting? Was it secretly trying to take over the company?” he says dramatically making you giggle until your sides hurt

He never makes you feel boring. Instead he thrives off your energy loving how your conversations never seem to end. But the moment you start doubting yourself maybe mid-sentence when you realize you’ve been talking for a while he notices right away

“Am I talking too much?” you ask your voice suddenly hesitant. Bachira tilts his head confused “Huh? No way!” He leans closer his nose almost brushing yours. “I like your voice. Don’t stop now you were telling me about that weird customer!”

Your love for physical touch is something Bachira immediately embraces. He’s naturally affectionate and loves being close to you whether it’s linking arms holding hands or draping himself over you while you sit together. You’re like his personal magnet if he’s in the room he’s going to find his way to you

“Bee I need to cook dinner” you protest one evening as he hugs you from behind his chin resting on your shoulder “Mm but you’re so comfy” he murmurs nuzzling into your neck “Can’t I stay here? Pretty please?”

Sometimes though you pull away unexpectedly. Maybe you feel like you’re overwhelming him or being too clingy. Bachira notices this too. The first time it happens he blinks in confusion watching as you slide to the other side of the couch or step away from his playful embrace

“Why’d you move?” he asks pouting slightly “I just… I don’t want to bother you” you admit avoiding his gaze

Bachira’s expression softens and he wastes no time closing the gap between you again. He cups your cheeks in his hands his thumbs brushing lightly against your skin “Bother me? That’s impossible.” His voice is soft but filled with conviction. “I like it when you’re close. You don’t have to pull away okay?”

The reassurance in his tone makes your chest feel lighter and you smile “Okay” Bachira thrives in your shared chaos loving every moment of your affection and chatter. To him you’re never too much; you’re the perfect match for his wild boundless energy. He even gets a little needy if you ever try to tone yourself down

“Hey” he says one day tugging at your sleeve. “Why are you so quiet today? Did I do something?” You laugh shaking your head “No I just didn’t want to talk too much and annoy you”

Bachira’s jaw drops dramatically “Annoy me? You? Never!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you into a side hug “You could talk all day and I’d still wanna hear more. So go on tell me everything”

Isagi Yoichi

At first he’s a little overwhelmed by how much you talk. You’re full of energy and always have something to say while he tends to lean on the quieter more thoughtful side. But it doesn’t take long for him to realize he enjoys the way you bring so much life into his day

He listens to you intently even when you’re going off on tangents about your favorite show or a random funny thing that happened during the day. He nods along offering small comments or questions that show he’s genuinely engaged. When you pause mid-conversation worrying that you might be talking too much Isagi is quick to reassure you

“Wait why’d you stop?” he asks tilting his head slightly his soft blue eyes full of curiosity “I don’t know… I just thought I might be boring you” you admit quietly. Isagi’s expression shifts to one of determination the same look he has on the field “You could never bore me. I like hearing you talk. It’s… comforting”

Your love for physical touch takes a bit of getting used to for Isagi. At first he stiffens slightly when you casually grab his hand or lean into his side. It’s not that he doesn’t like it he’s just not used to someone being so openly affectionate. But over time he starts to crave it. He finds himself reaching for your hand first or sitting closer to you just so your shoulders brush

One evening you’re sitting next to him on the couch and absentmindedly rest your head on his shoulder. After a few moments you pull away suddenly feeling like you might be crowding him. Isagi notices immediately

“What’s wrong?” he asks his voice laced with concern “Nothing I just didn’t want to bother you” you say looking away. He frowns slightly before gently grabbing your wrist pulling you back to him “You’re not bothering me. I like it when you’re close. Stay?”

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi is a great listener even if he doesn’t seem like it. He’ll lie back phone in hand while you go on about your day occasionally mumbling a soft “hmm” or “yeah” to let you know he’s paying attention. When you suddenly pause mid-ramble and mumble “Sorry I’m probably boring you” Nagi’s lazy eyes lift from his phone to meet yours “Not really” he says plainly his voice soft but firm. “Keep talking. It’s kinda nice”

Physical touch is another adjustment for him. You’re always leaning into him holding his hand or draping yourself over his shoulder and while he’s not the most physically expressive person he doesn’t mind it. In fact he starts to crave the warmth of your presence though he’d never outright say it

Sometimes though you pull away suddenly like when you’ve been curled up against his side during a lazy day of gaming. You’ll sit up or move to the other side of the couch a little self-conscious. Nagi notices right away and glances at you his expression unreadable

“Why’d you move” he asks his tone nonchalant though there’s a hint of curiosity in his voice “I just… I don’t want to be a bother” you admit avoiding his gaze. Nagi sighs softly setting down his controller “You’re not a bother” he says simply pulling you back to him with surprising gentleness. “You’re comfy. Don’t overthink it”

Quality time with Nagi is less about doing something grand and more about enjoying the quiet moments together. He’s perfectly content lying on the couch with you watching random videos or playing games while you talk about whatever’s on your mind. Sometimes he’ll pause his game just to listen to you more closely a small barely noticeable smile tugging at his lips

If you ever try to tone yourself down or give him space because you think you’re overwhelming him Nagi is quick to call you out in his own way “Why’re you being so quiet today” he asks one afternoon peeking at you from the corner of his eye

“I didn’t want to annoy you” you reply fiddling with your hands. Nagi sighs again this time more dramatically “You’re not annoying. You’re kinda the opposite actually. It’d be a pain if you stopped being yourself”

Sae Itoshi

He listens to you more than you realize. When you’re excitedly talking about your day or sharing a random story he doesn’t interrupt. He might offer a quiet “Hmm” or “Is that so” to show he’s listening but his responses are subtle. Sometimes you notice his lack of reaction and start to feel self-conscious

“Sorry I must be annoying” you mumble mid-sentence suddenly pulling back. Sae’s gaze sharpens slightly as he looks at you “You’re not annoying. If you were I’d tell you” His blunt honesty catches you off guard but it’s also strangely comforting

Physical touch is something Sae doesn’t quite know how to deal with at first. You’re always finding ways to be close to him draping yourself over his shoulder or reaching for his hand. He doesn’t pull away but he doesn’t reciprocate much either not because he doesn’t like it but because he’s not sure how to show it

But then there are moments when you pull away thinking you’re being too much. Like when you’ve been leaning on him during a quiet evening and suddenly sit up creating distance. Sae notices immediately

“What are you doing” he asks his tone calm but with a hint of curiosity “I just didn’t want to bother you” you say avoiding his gaze. Sae exhales softly shaking his head “If you were bothering me I’d say something. You don’t have to stop” His words are matter-of-fact but they hold an underlying sincerity that makes your chest feel lighter

Spending quality time with Sae looks a bit different. He’s not the type to plan elaborate dates or go out of his way to entertain you but he values the quiet moments you spend together. Whether it’s sitting beside him while he watches a match or walking together in comfortable silence he appreciates your presence even if he doesn’t always say it.

When you’re unusually quiet Sae notices right away. “Why aren’t you talking” he asks one day his tone almost teasing. You hesitate before answering “I just didn’t want to annoy you.”

Sae sighs softly turning to meet your eyes “You don’t annoy me. If I didn’t like being around you I wouldn’t be here”

Kaiser Michael

He’s an active participant in your endless chatter. Whether you’re recounting a random memory or diving into an elaborate story he listens intently often throwing in witty remarks or teasing comments to keep the conversation lively

“You really don’t stop talking do you” he says one day smirking as he leans closer. Before you can apologize or feel embarrassed he adds “Good. It’d be boring otherwise”

Physical touch is something Kaiser welcomes wholeheartedly. In fact he often takes the lead when it comes to affection. He’s the type to casually drape his arm around your shoulders pull you into his lap or grab your hand just because he feels like it. He thrives on being close to you and makes sure you know it

But then there are moments when you pull away suddenly like when you’re leaning against him during a quiet moment and decide to sit up creating some space. Kaiser notices instantly and his confident demeanor shifts ever so slightly

“Where are you going” he asks his tone playful but his eyes hold a flicker of genuine curiosity “I didn’t want to bother you” you mumble avoiding his gaze

Kaiser scoffs lightly shaking his head. “You? Bothering me? Don’t be ridiculous.” He reaches for your hand pulling you back to him “I like having you close. Stop overthinking”

Spending quality time with Kaiser is anything but dull. He enjoys taking you out to exciting places fancy restaurants spontaneous trips or even just a scenic walk because he loves seeing your eyes light up. At the same time he’s perfectly happy lounging with you watching a movie or simply lying around while you talk his head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly play with his hair

When you’re unusually quiet he notices right away “Alright what’s going on” he asks his tone somewhere between teasing and concerned “Nothing” you reply quickly “I just didn’t want to overwhelm you”

Kaiser raises an eyebrow leaning closer. “Overwhelm me? Please. I can handle you and more” He grins leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your forehead “I like you just the way you are so don’t hold back”

Enjoy!

[ghostlightfic]

hi!!! i just wanted to say im really happy with how youre treating intrusive thoughts in this. i have intrusive thoughts myself (albeit from ocd) and they get pretty violent sometimes. i haven't seen much media that talks about intrusive thoughts at all, but i really do like how loop's are treated :).

THANK YOU!! i do my best!! i'm glad i'm doing a good job 😌

[pinkcadillaccas]

Blog that I really liked really suddenly got into wincest and that I simply cannot abide by

[jvzebel-x]

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[reinventingaxel]

having the death kind of ocd is fucking with me recently man

I can feel myself slipping back into old habits and praying to a god that I don't believe in in a compulsive manner

it feels like the moment I get close enough to a lover my brain tries to destroy the relationship by giving me mental images of them dead

forever trying to break compulsions and then I accidentally create new ones

[cumironi]

YOU AND YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS? 100 TIMES NEED A THERAPIST: GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

you and all of your disturbing intrusive thoughts definitely need a therapist because it scared the shit out of your boyfriends.

warning. established relationship! satosugu, disturbing intrusive thoughts, self-harm mentioned.

wc. 9,2k | m.list

if you know callmekris you definitely know where this idea is coming from and also, i have like 30 drafts for satosugu fiction only and almost 70+ for others 🥹

it was one of those rare evenings where everything just felt right. you were in the kitchen with your two boyfriends, geto and gojo. the quiet hum of the evening surrounded you, and the soft clinking of cups and papers was the only sound that filled the room. you sat on the dinner chair at the edge of the rectangular table, absentmindedly folding paper into tiny stars.

geto was nearby, nursing a cup of coffee while going through his paperwork, his expression focused but relaxed. across from him, gojo was busy typing away on his laptop, his brows furrowed slightly as he concentrated. the place was calm, a comforting quiet wrapping around the three of you like a soft blanket.

you glanced at your boyfriends every now and then, watching the way they fell into their own little worlds—geto with his quiet intensity, and gojo with his sharp focus. it was peaceful, and in the silence, there was a sense of unspoken contentment. you kept making your paper stars, feeling a gentle warmth in your chest, knowing that these were the moments that made everything worth it.

gojo wasn't wearing his usual blindfold tonight; instead, he had on his pitch-black sunglasses, which gave him a more relaxed look, although the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes still shone through. geto, on the other hand, had his hair down completely, the long strands flowing freely over his shoulders. he looked different like this, more at ease, dressed in something casual and comfortable—a simple t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual jujutsu uniform.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, each in their own version of relaxation, completely different from the strong sorcerers the world saw them as. there was something intimate and almost vulnerable about this quiet evening—their guard down, the familiar lines of stress softened on their faces.

geto’s loose hair framed his face, giving him a gentler appearance as he sipped his coffee, occasionally reaching up to brush a few strands back. gojo, sitting there in his sunglasses and dressed down, still had his confident aura, but it felt softer in the warm light of the kitchen. he occasionally peeked over his screen to glance at you and geto, a small smile tugging at his lips whenever he caught your eyes.

the evening continued in comfortable silence, just the three of you in your little bubble of peace. you kept folding paper stars, the repetitive motion calming you as you watched your boyfriends. it was a simple moment, but it was yours, and in that cozy quiet, you felt a contentment that words couldn’t quite capture.

gojo glanced up from his laptop when he realized you’d been unusually quiet for a while. his gaze softened when he saw you, his attention lingering on the sight of you in geto’s shirt, the oversized collar slipping off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of your skin. your hair, cascading loosely over the same shoulder, was held back by a cute pink headband that added a playful touch to your appearance.

he watched as your eyebrows knit together in concentration, completely focused on folding papers into tiny stars. the sight made him smile, a warmth spreading in his chest at the simple yet endearing picture you made. the soft light cast gentle shadows across your face, highlighting the small details—how your lips pressed together in determination, the slight furrow in your brow, and the delicate movements of your fingers as they worked through each fold.

gojo couldn’t resist pointing it out, breaking the comfortable silence with a playful tone. “you’re awfully quiet over there,” he teased lightly, his voice warm with affection. “something on your mind, or just lost in the art of paper folding?”

his comment drew geto’s attention as well, and he glanced up from his paperwork, eyes softening at the sight of you. the moment felt even more complete with both of them noticing you, their quiet admiration and the unspoken bond you all shared filling the room with a deeper sense of comfort.

you glanced up at gojo, your focus breaking as you registered his teasing comment. you gave a small, almost bashful smile, feeling the weight of both their gazes on you. the corners of your lips tugged upward, and you shrugged slightly, the loose collar of geto’s shirt slipping even more off your shoulder, exposing more skin to the warm kitchen light.

“just... making some stars,” you replied softly, your voice matching the quiet calm of the room. you held up one of the finished stars as if to prove your point, the tiny paper creation cradled gently between your fingers. “they’re kind of cute, right?”

you could see the fondness in gojo’s eyes as he watched you, his usual playfulness tinged with a hint of something softer. geto, too, had a small, appreciative smile, the sight of you in his shirt and the little pink headband making his heart swell.

gojo chuckled at your answer, his gaze traveling up and down your form, taking in the details of your outfit, the way geto's shirt hung oversized on your frame, the delicate movement of your fingers holding up the paper star. he found the entire picture endearing, a mixture of adorable and sexy in a way that only you could manage.

“cute is an understatement,” he replied, his voice lower, filled with affection. “you look absolutely adorable, you know that?”

geto chuckled softly at gojo's words, a knowing look in his eyes. his gaze was softer, more intense.as your attention shifted to him, geto felt his heart skip a beat. the sight of you in his shirt, the vulnerability in your expression, the small, almost shy smile playing on your lips—it all made him want to gather you up in his arms and hold you close, never letting go.

but he resisted the urge, settling for a warm smile instead. “he's right,” he agreed, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness. “you look incredibly cute, sweetheart.”

you felt your cheeks warm up at their words, a mix of flattery and embarrassment bubbling up inside you. you couldn’t help but smile, a little shy but deeply touched by their sweet compliments. looking at both of them, you caught the way gojo’s eyes sparkled with mischief and affection, and the way geto’s gaze held that familiar, gentle intensity that always made you feel so cherished.

“thanks,” you murmured softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing against the collar of geto’s shirt that still hung loosely over your shoulder. you tried to play it off casually, but the warmth in your chest gave away just how much their words meant to you.

you returned your attention to the paper in your hands, letting the comfortable rhythm of folding more stars soothe you. you could feel their lingering gazes, their silent admiration wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. it was a quiet reassurance that they were there, appreciating these small, quiet moments just as much as you did.

after a moment, they both gave you one last fond smile before shifting their focus back to their work—geto back to his paperwork, and gojo to his laptop. the quiet of the kitchen returned, but it was filled with a warmth and understanding that made the space feel even more like home. and as you continued making your paper stars, you felt a soft, unspoken connection with them, the kind that didn’t need any words to be felt.

gojo and geto returned to their work, but their gazes kept wandering back to you every few minutes. they worked in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the occasional tapping of keys on a laptop.

every time they looked at you, a sense of contentment filled their chests. the sight of you in geto's shirt, concentrating on making your paper stars, reminded them of how lucky they were. they both loved these moments of domesticity, no matter how brief, and they wouldn't trade them for anything.

after a comfortable moment of silence, you realized you’d run out of paper. you got up from your seat, making your way over to the counter where the scissors were kept. as you moved, geto’s eyes followed you, quietly observing every step you took, though he didn’t say anything. gojo, meanwhile, stayed focused on his laptop, seemingly immersed in whatever he was working on.

returning to your seat with the scissors in hand, you settled back into your spot and began cutting more paper to make stars. but as you started cutting, you found yourself pausing, staring at the scissors a little too long. without realizing it, you began making small, repetitive snipping motions in the air, almost like you were lost in thought or cutting something invisible.

geto watched you closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed the way you seemed fixated on the scissors. he didn’t say anything at first, just observing with a quiet intensity. the way you moved, the look in your eyes—it all piqued his curiosity and concern, even if just for a brief moment.

“you okay?” geto finally asked, his voice gentle but with a slight edge of protectiveness. his question pulled you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, looking up at him with a small, sheepish smile.

gojo looked up from his work instantly, the concern in geto's voice catching his attention. his eyes focused on you, his usual playfulness replaced by a hint of worry. he could feel the shift in geto's demeanor, the slight edge in his voice. it was subtle, but gojo knew him too well to miss it.

he watched you intently, his eyes flicking between you and the scissors in your hand. the small, repetitive motions you were making gave him pause, and he couldn't help but wonder what was on your mind.

you noticed the sudden shift in the room, the way both geto and gojo's attention zeroed in on you. gojo’s usually playful expression had softened into something more serious, and geto’s concern was palpable, his eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. you could feel the weight of their gazes, and it almost made you want to laugh at how quickly their moods changed just from your little distraction.

catching the worry in their eyes, you gave a soft, almost amused smile as you held the scissors up slightly, pointing them in front of your face. “you know,” you started casually, your tone light but tinged with that familiar edge of mischief. “it’s kinda easy to just… snip the tip of your nose off.”

you demonstrated with a small, precise snip in the air, mimicking the motion as if it were the most normal thing in the world. you watched as their eyes widened just a fraction, geto’s lips pressing into a thin line and gojo’s brows shooting up, both of them clearly thrown off by your unexpected comment.

gojo was the first to recover, a small scoff of disbelief slipping past his lips. he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head in a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“what the hell, sweetheart?” he teased, the edge of worry melting away as he gave you a light-hearted glare. “trying to give us a heart attack?”

geto’s reaction was a little different. his eyes widened further, a slight flash of panic crossing his features before he schooled his expression back into a more controlled one. he took a deep breath, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly.

there was a beat of silence, and then you couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “relax, i’m not actually gonna do it,” you reassured them, the amusement in your voice a gentle attempt to ease the tension. “just got caught up in my head for a second.”

gojo let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing as the tension eased from his frame. his eyes still held a hint of worry, but the playful glint had returned, his usual charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you know, giving us a heart attack like that isn't funny, sweetheart. w-why, why?”

geto, on the other hand, didn't seem as easily swayed. he eyed you carefully, his gaze holding a hint of protectiveness and concern. he didn't say anything, his jaw clenching slightly as he seemed to be deep in thought.

you shrugged casually, not really looking up as you fiddled with the paper in your hands. “i don’t know… maybe intrusive thoughts?” you replied, your tone light, almost like you were asking a question yourself. your expression stayed nonchalant, as if the whole thing was no big deal, a small smile playing on your lips to brush off their concern.

gojo raised an eyebrow at your answer, his gaze narrowing slightly. he knew you well enough to sense something was off, something you were hiding behind the casual facade.

“intrusive thoughts, huh?” he repeated, his voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. he watched you closely, trying to decipher what you were really thinking.

geto, meanwhile, leaned forward, his gaze intense. he took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking, his voice soft yet firm.

“tell us the truth, sweetheart. are you...having those thoughts again?"

you nodded, keeping your expression neutral as you continued to fold the paper, acting as if it was the most mundane thing in the world. “yeah, pretty much… with everything,” you said, your tone casual, like you were talking about the weather rather than admitting to something serious. you didn’t meet their eyes, just kept your focus on the task in front of you, pretending it didn’t weigh on you as much as it really did.

gojo’s playful demeanor faded almost instantly, replaced by a look of genuine concern. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving your face. he could tell you were trying to downplay it, but the casual way you brushed it off only made his worry deepen.

“really, with everything?” he asked, his voice softer now, tinged with a mix of confusion and concern. he was trying to understand the extent of what you were feeling, hoping to grasp how far these intrusive thoughts had gone. “what about the sink?”

he watched you intently, his gaze searching yours for any hint of what might be going on in your head. geto, meanwhile, sat quietly, his jaw clenched as he processed your response. his eyes stayed on you, unwavering and filled with that familiar protectiveness.

you snorted softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you looked up at gojo, trying to keep the mood light despite the heaviness of the conversation. “easy,” you replied, your tone nonchalant as you shrugged. “just put your hand in the carburetor and flip the switch.”

you said it like it was nothing, like you were talking about some everyday task, all while avoiding the deeper implications of your words. you kept your focus on the paper in your hands, folding it with practiced ease, acting as if the conversation was just casual banter, though you could feel the weight of their concerned stares on you.

gojo's heart sank at your response. the mention of the carburetor was a clear indication that your thoughts had taken a dark turn, and he couldn't help but worry about what else you might be thinking about.

he exchanged a look with geto, their expressions mirroring the same concern and confusion. gojo's mouth opened to speak, but before he could, geto beat him to it.

“and what else?” geto's voice was firm, but there was an undertone of worry in it. he wanted to know, needed to know, how far these intrusive thoughts had gone.

“what about the water bottle?” gojo ask.

you raised your eyebrows, a faint, almost resigned smile crossing your lips as you reached for the water bottle. you took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch for a moment before you spoke.

“well,” you said casually, setting the bottle down and looking at them, “while you’re drinking it, I’d just punch it into your mouth.”

you said it with a shrug, your tone still light, though the gravity of your words wasn’t lost on either of them. you continued to fold your paper stars.

gojo's eyes widened, his stomach twisting at the casually spoken words. he could see the resignation in your expression, and it only made his worry deepen. he didn't know what to say, didn't know how to process what you were telling them.

geto's jaw tightened, his eyes sharpening as he absorbed your words. he could feel his heart aching, a mix of fear and protectiveness overwhelming him. he wanted to grab you, to pull you away from these dark thoughts, but he knew he had to hear the rest first.

“the countertop?” he asked softly.

you scoffed, a faint hint of frustration creeping into your voice as you rolled your eyes. “oh, come on,” you said, your tone flippant as if you were explaining something obvious. “you walk, you trip, and bust all your teeth out on the corner of the counter.”

gojo's mouth opened and closed, his usual charm and quick wit faltering in the face of the worry in his chest.

geto, on the other hand, closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. he could feel your irritation, your attempt to brush off the seriousness of what you were saying. he could see the hint of self-deprecation in your expression, the way you dismissed your own safety without a second thought.

“the staircase?” he asked quietly, his voice holding a hint of resignation.

“you trip?” you ask confused.

gojo let out a shaky sigh, shaking his head slightly at the nonchalant tone of your response. he had to admit, you seemed remarkably casual about the dark nature of your thoughts.

geto, however, wasn’t as easily fooled. he could feel a flicker of frustration at your lack of seriousness.

“and if you didn’t trip?” he asked, his voice taking on a sharper edge as he leaned forward slightly.

you snorted, a brief chuckle escaping as if the whole thing was just a joke. “if you didn’t trip?” you repeated, glancing up at geto with a hint of a smirk. “i’d just push you down the stairs.” you said it with a dry laugh, as if you found it funny, as if it was just another random thought that didn’t matter.

gojo's eyes widened at the nonchalant way you spoke about pushing someone down stairs. he was used to your darker sense of humor, but this was something different, something darker. something that made his stomach twist with worry.

geto, meanwhile, went completely still. his heart clenched at the casual way you mentioned something so violent, and he was having a hard time keeping his composure.

there was a beat of heavy silence, both of them trying to process what you just said.

“darling,” geto finally said, his voice tense but gentle. “that’s...not funny.”

you suddenly dropped the playful facade, your expression turning serious as you cleared your throat, mimicking their concerned tone. “oh, sorry,” you said, your voice deadpan, as if you were genuinely trying to be serious but couldn’t quite commit to it. you held their gaze for a moment, your eyes flicking between geto and gojo, and then you shrugged, the corner of your mouth twitching as if fighting back a smirk. “guess that one didn’t land.”

you went back to folding your paper stars, acting as though the moment had passed, but the tension in the room was still palpable, their worried eyes still on you, not quite convinced by your attempt to brush it all off.

gojo and geto exchanged a quick, uneasy glance. the lightheartedness you were trying to pull off didn’t ease the knot of worry in either of their chests. gojo ran a hand through his hair, his fingers twitching slightly as he tried to keep his cool. he could sense geto’s frustration simmering just beneath the surface, the way his jaw was set tight, his eyes fixed on you with that mix of protectiveness and concern that was impossible to miss.

geto leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. his gaze softened, but the edge didn’t fully disappear. he was searching for a way to reach you, to cut through the nonchalance and get to the root of what you were really feeling. his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something more, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

gojo, picking up on the hesitation, decided to keep pushing, hoping that maybe humor would get you to open up more. he tilted his head, his eyes still focused on you, the hint of a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “okay, the hard one,” he said, trying to keep his tone light but there was a serious undertone to his voice. “what about the pillow?”

both of them waited, holding their breaths slightly, hoping that maybe this time, you’d let them in a little more.

you looked up at them, rolling your eyes with a dismissive wave of your hand. “oh, please,” you scoffed, barely missing a beat. “two words: suffocation device.” you said it so casually, almost like it was a punchline to a joke only you found amusing. you quickly returned to folding another paper star, like you hadn’t just dropped another dark thought into the conversation.

both gojo and geto’s eyes widened at your response. gojo’s stomach twisted at the nonchalant way you spoke of such a dark thing. his usual charming smile faltered, replaced by a look of true concern. he knew you had a dark sense of humor, but this… this was something different. something that made his heart ache to hear coming from your lips.

geto’s jaw clenched, his eyes hardening slightly as he processed your words. the protectiveness in him flared, his mind immediately thinking of all the ways he could keep you safe from yourself.

gojo's breath hitched, his voice breaking slightly as he whispered, “wow.” his usually confident demeanor cracked, revealing the worry etched across his face. he ran a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and concern. he shook his head slowly, struggling to process your words, the weight of your casual tone sinking into him like a stone.

he swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto yours, searching for any hint of how serious you were. “sweetheart,” he asked, his voice soft and trembling, “you have these thoughts… like, every day?” his eyes were pleading, silently begging you to be honest, his breath still uneven as he tried to keep it together, his heart aching at the possibility of you dealing with this daily.

you nodded casually, not breaking your focus on folding yet another paper star. “yeah,” you answered simply, your tone matter-of-fact as if you were discussing something far less serious. your fingers continued to move deftly, folding the paper with a calmness that contrasted sharply with the gravity of your words.

when gojo’s eyes widened and he hesitated, asking quietly, “do you…want to do them?” you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes as if the question itself was absurd. “of course not, i'm not crazy,” you replied with a dismissive snort, shaking your head as though he’d just asked something ridiculous, still maintaining your nonchalant demeanor despite the heavy atmosphere lingering in the room.

geto's expression tightened, his brows furrowing as he listened to your response. the casual way you brushed off gojo’s question didn’t sit right with him. his eyes darkened, filled with a mix of worry and frustration that he was trying hard to keep under control. he leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving you, searching for any crack in your facade.

“but you think about wanting to do them,” geto pressed gently, his voice soft but edged with a quiet intensity. “and… it happening?” his question hung heavy in the air, his eyes boring into yours, trying to understand the depth of your thoughts. he was struggling with the possibility that, despite your dismissive attitude, these intrusive thoughts held more weight than you were letting on. his tone was laced with concern, desperate to reach the part of you that was hurting, to pull you out of the darkness you seemed so intent on brushing off.

you nodded, picking up the scissors with your usual calm demeanor. “exactly,” you said, your voice steady, as if you were confirming something completely mundane. without missing a beat, you positioned the paper and began cutting, your movements precise and controlled. your eyes remained focused on your task, the sharp blades slicing through the paper with ease, seemingly unaware of the rising tension in the room.

you kept your expression neutral, not looking up at either of them, as if to emphasize that, to you, this was just another normal part of your day. it was your way of deflecting, of keeping everything surface level, even when the concern in their eyes spoke volumes. you didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, just continued cutting, fully immersed in your routine despite the weight of the conversation hanging heavily between you all.

gojo’s heart ached at your confirmation, the casual way you admitted to having such dark thoughts. he clenched his jaw tight, his hands curling into fists, desperately trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill out. his eyes were wide, searching your face, seeking any hint of anything more than the nonchalant façade you were presenting.

geto, on the other hand, was barely containing his frustration. his eyes darkened as he saw the cutting, the way you just kept going, as if these thoughts were nothing more than background noise. his muscles were tense, his body rigid as he fought to keep his hands from shaking. his gaze flicked between you and the scissors, the sound of the blades slicing through the paper setting his teeth on edge.

“stop,” he said firmly, his voice hoarse and tight. “put the scissors down.”

his heart was beating wildly in his chest, his mind cycling through all the different ways he could keep you safe at that moment, his protective instincts on overdrive. you paused mid-cut, your expression one of confusion as you looked up at geto. the firm command in his voice took you by surprise, making you blink slowly as you tried to understand his sudden urgency.

“huh?” you said, furrowing your brows slightly. you set the scissors down slowly, your eyes shifting between geto and gojo, both of whom were now visibly tense. “what’s the matter?” you asked, your tone still carrying that hint of casual indifference, but now mixed with genuine confusion. you didn’t fully grasp why they were reacting so strongly, still caught off guard by the intensity of their concern.

gojo took a shuddering breath, his eyes never leaving yours. his heart was racing, his hands trembling as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

geto, meanwhile, was bristling with tension. his jaw was clenched tight, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your casual tone, the way you seemed to be brushing off the gravity of the situation. he couldn't believe, even with everything you'd just said, you were still acting so nonchalant about it all.

“the matter...?” he repeated, his voice tight. “you just admitted to having intrusive thoughts about hurting yourself!”

they exchanged another look, a mixture of worry and helplessness passing between them. “sweetheart,” gojo's voice was soft, his usually confident demeanor slipping momentarily. “is... is it always like this?”

you nodded, the weight of their concern finally starting to sink in. “yeah,” you said softly, your voice carrying a trace of vulnerability you hadn’t shown before. “pretty much since ever.”

you met their eyes, the casual facade slipping away as the depth of your feelings became more apparent. you could see the worry etched into their faces, the genuine fear and concern that had replaced the playful interactions you were used to. the seriousness of the situation was starting to hit you, and you realized just how much your nonchalance had masked the gravity of what you were dealing with.

gojo's stomach twisted at your admission, a wave of guilt washing over him. how had he not seen it before? how had he missed how much you were struggling, all this time? his heart ached at the thought of you dealing with such dark thoughts alone, acting so casually about it when it was obvious how much it was affecting you.

geto's eyes softened further. his protective instincts were flaring again, his heart aching at the vulnerability in your voice. he wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms, to shield you from all the pain you were carrying around.

but they both knew that addressing it needed to be done carefully. they didn't want to make things worse. gojo took a cautious step towards you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, desperately trying to keep himself in check. “sweetheart... have you ever... tried anything?”

as the question left his lips, he hated himself for even asking, the mere thought of you harming yourself making his stomach twist into knots.

you shook your head quickly, the denial almost instinctive. “no,” you said firmly, your voice a mix of reassurance and frustration. “i haven’t tried anything. i’m not crazy, okay? i mean, at least not something that will hurt me.”

as geto carefully took the scissors away from you and sat beside you. gojo approached slowly, his expression softening with concern as he settled next to you as well.

you could see the worry in their eyes, and their presence was comforting yet overwhelming. you tried to meet their gaze, wanting them to understand that, despite your dark thoughts, you weren’t acting on them. you wanted to keep the conversation open and honest, hoping that by addressing it, you could find a way to ease their concerns and, perhaps, your own.

their relief at your immediate denial was palpable, but it was clear that neither of them wanted to take any chances. gojo's eyes softened further as he moved to sit next to you, his hand instinctively reaching out to take yours.

geto nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your reassurance, but he couldn't shake off the lingering concern. his eyes were fixed on you, his fingers twitching subtly, as if resisting the urge to just protectively grab you and hold you close. “but,” gojo began cautiously, his grip on your hand tightening, “why haven't you tried anything?”

geto’s eyes widened in shock at gojo’s question, and he didn’t hesitate to react. In one swift motion, he smacked gojo’s head, his frustration evident. “don’t encourage her, you fucking idiot!” he snapped, his voice a mixture of anger and exasperation.

he turned back to you, his eyes softening as he tried to counterbalance the unintended provocation. “ignore him,” he said more gently, his tone filled with concern. “we just want to understand what’s going on, but we don’t want to make things worse. we’re here for you, okay?”

he leaned closer, his protective instincts flaring up as he tried to offer comfort while grappling with his own frustration at the situation.

gojo winced at the smack, rubbing the back of his head slightly, more out of hurt than actually pain. he looked sheepish, realizing his mistake. “oops...” he muttered, shooting geto a sheepish smile. “sorry, i didn't mean—”

he paused as geto spoke, his eyes darting back to you, a mix of shame and worry in his gaze. he was silently cursing himself, knowing he had messed up. “yeah,” he said softly, “ignore me, sweetheart, i'm a moron.“

you let out a soft laugh, the sound a gentle counterpoint to the tension in the room. you couldn’t help but find gojo’s sheepish expression amusing, his self-deprecating comment breaking through the heaviness of the conversation.

geto relaxed slightly as he heard your laugh, the sound a warm but unexpected surprise in the tensed atmosphere. he shot gojo a sidelong glance, his expression a mixture of relief and mild annoyance.

gojo sighed heavily, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i guess i still have my comedic timing, even when my brain-to-mouth filter fails me.” he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting between you and geto, silently pleading for forgiveness.

geto rolled his eyes at gojo’s attempt at a joke, clearly not amused by his antics. “you're an idiot,” he said bluntly, but there was no malice in his voice. he shot a quick glance at you, checking your reaction to the lighter tone.

gojo tried his best to look remorseful, but his gaze quickly flicked to yours, seeking to gauge your response to their exchange. his hand unconsciously squeezed yours tighter, a silent request for reassurance.

“anyway,” gojo continued, his voice taking on a serious tone again. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i shouldn't have asked that. i don't want to put any ideas in your head. i just...” he trailed off, swallowing hard as his grip on your hand tightened slightly. “i just... you scared us, yknow?”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression still serious as he added, “yeah, sweetheart. you can't just downplay this stuff. it...”

his voice caught in his throat for a moment, the fear he felt at your casual attitude still lingering clearly in his eyes. “it terrifies us,” he admitted quietly, his free hand clenching into a fist, desperately holding onto his composure.

you reached out gently, cupping geto’s cheek with a tender touch. your gaze softened as you looked into his eyes, trying to convey the sincerity of your feelings. “i get it,” you said softly. “just because i think about stuff doesn’t mean i want to do it. i’m not struggling, really. it’s just... something that crosses my mind for a second, and then it’s gone. i can barely even remember it afterwards.”

you gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the fear and worry etched on his face. “i appreciate how much you care, and i promise, i’m okay. it’s more like a fleeting thought that doesn’t stick around.”

you looked at gojo, giving him a similar reassuring smile, wanting them both to understand that, despite your dark thoughts, you weren’t in immediate danger and that their concern meant a lot to you.

geto's eyes softened at your touch, some of the tension in his muscles relaxing as he looked into your eyes. his expression was still serious, but there was a hint of relief in his gaze. he knew you were trying to reassure him, and he appreciated it, even if his worry wasn't abating completely.

gojo nodded silently, echoing geto's relief. his grip on your hand relaxed a little, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin, a small gesture of comfort.

“sweetheart...” he began, his voice unusually hesitant.

you cut in before gojo could continue, your tone light but carrying a hint of seriousness. “it’s kind of like how satoru think about blowing up the entire higher-ups and the school sometimes,” you said, glancing at geto with a teasing yet understanding smile. “or how you imagine killing everyone up but never actually do it.”

your eyes then shifted to gojo, the warmth in your gaze continuing. “it’s just a thought that crosses my mind, not something I’m planning to act on. I’m not going to hurt myself or anyone else. It’s just... there, and then it’s gone.”

you hoped this analogy would help them see that, despite the dark nature of your thoughts, they were fleeting and not reflective of your true intentions. gojo blinked, surprised at your casual mention of his own violent thoughts. he chuckled softly, a mix of surprise and relief in his expression.

geto's lips quirked into a small smile at your analogy. it clicked for him, your words making more sense in that context. he could see the parallel you were drawing between gojo's fantasies of destruction and your own dark thoughts.

“yeah,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “that's a good way to explain it... but....”

geto let out a shuddering breath as you assured them of your safety, visibly relaxing at your words. “sweetheart, you don't understand,” he said softly, “we... it's not just that we're worried about you acting on those thoughts. even having them in the first place...”

he paused, his hand trembling slightly in yours. “it's... it's not normal, sweetheart. it's not normal to have thoughts about hurting yourself all the time. it's concerning, no matter how much you try to downplay it.”

gojo nodded fervently in agreement, his grip on your hand now almost protective, his eyes filled with concern. “yeah,” he echoed quietly, “you can't just brush it off like it's nothing. sweetie, it's not... it's not right, to be thinking about stuff like that all the time.“

geto leaned in closer, his own hand still holding yours gently, “please, sweetheart, understand that we're not just worried about you doing something you'll regret. we're worried about the fact that you even think about it at all.”

they both exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of worry and helplessness. they wanted more than anything to take away the darkness in your mind, the shadows that haunted your thoughts. but they knew it wasn't that simple. gojo spoke up again, his voice hesitant but sincere. “we're not trying to shame you or make you feel bad about it. we just...”

geto cut him off, unable to contain his own concern any longer. “we just want you to be healthy. mentally, emotionally, physically. and those thoughts... they're not a part of being healthy, sweetheart.”

you let out a deep sigh, the weight of their words settling heavily on your shoulders. you looked at them both, a mix of resignation and confusion in your eyes. “so, what do you want me to do?” you asked, your voice soft and tired. “i’m not sure what you expect from me right now. I don’t want to worry you, but these thoughts are just part of how my mind works sometimes.”

you searched their faces for guidance, hoping they could help you find a way to navigate through these thoughts while still feeling understood and supported.

gojo's expression softened even further at your question. he squeezed your hand reassuringly, silently pleading with you to understand that they were only trying to help.

“we're not expecting you to change overnight,” he said quietly. “we just... we want you to know that it's okay to talk about these thoughts. to tell us when they're there.”

geto nodded in agreement, his own expression filled with empathy. “we're not asking you to pretend they don't exist. we just want you to share the burden, sweetheart.”

“you don't have to go through it alone,” he added quietly. “we want to support you, to help you carry the weight of those thoughts when they're too heavy for you to handle.”

gojo nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “we're here when you need to talk, no matter how dark or intrusive those thoughts are. we're not going to judge you, or think you're crazy. we just want to be there for you.”

you looked at them both with a mixture of gratitude and calm acceptance. “i know that,” you said softly, your voice steady. “that’s why i’m not scared of my own thoughts. i’m aware they’re there, but i also know you’re always here for me. you’re the ones who would stop anything that might hurt me.”

you gave them both a reassuring smile, the weight of their concern grounding you. “it’s comforting to know that I’m not alone in this. i appreciate everything you do for me, and it helps more than you realize.”

you squeezed their hands gently, hoping to convey your appreciation and the deep sense of security you felt with them by your side.

gojo's grip on your hand strengthened, the tightness of his expression fading slightly. he could see that though you still harbored those dark thoughts, the reassurance of their support was helping to give you some measure of comfort.

geto's shoulders relaxed slightly as well. he had been so tense with worry, but your words and touch were like a soothing balm, soothing his anxiety and making him feel a little less helpless.

gojo spoke up again, his voice soft as he searched your gaze. "do you promise us something, sweetie?"

you looked at gojo with a mix of curiosity and warmth, sensing the sincerity in his voice. “what is it?” you asked gently, your gaze steady and attentive, ready to listen to whatever he needed from you.

gojo squeezed your hand a little tighter, his expression serious. "promise us you'll come to us whenever those thoughts get too loud, okay? we don't want you to suffer in silence, even if it means waking us up in the middle of the night."

geto nodded, his own eyes imploring. "yeah, sweetheart," he added, his voice soft but firm. "we want to be there for you, and we can't do that if you keep it all internalized."

you looked at them, your eyes shimmering with gratitude and warmth. a soft, genuine smile spread across your face as you took in their earnest concern. the depth of their care touched you deeply, more than words could convey. it was one thing to understand that everyone had intrusive thoughts, but their level of concern for your well-being and mental health was profoundly comforting.

you nodded slowly, the smile on your lips growing. “okay,” you said softly, your voice steady. “i promise. if it gets too much, i’ll come to you. i won’t keep it to myself.”

you reached out, gently squeezing their hands in return, letting them feel the sincerity of your promise. “thank you for caring so much,” you added, your voice filled with emotion. “it means a lot to me, more than you know.”

gojo exhaled a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, his expression visibly relaxing at your promise. he could see the determination in your eyes, the assurance that you would reach out to them when needed.

geto's shoulders eased further, the tension draining from his body as well. he smiled softly, his grip on your hand tight but affectionate.

"we care about you, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "you're so important to us. we just... we want you to be happy and healthy, in every way possible."

gojo's gaze softened as he looked at you, a mixture of hope and concern in his eyes. he shifted slightly, his fingers still gently holding yours. “sweetheart,” he began cautiously, “are you open to the idea of going to therapy? it might help to talk to a professional about these thoughts and feelings.”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression serious but compassionate. “yeah, therapy can be really beneficial,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting the same hope and concern as gojo’s. “it’s a safe space to work through everything and get the support you need. we’re here for you, but having a professional to talk to could really help. we just want you to be as healthy and happy as possible.”

you looked at them with a gentle smile, your eyes softening as you asked, “if i go to therapy, will you both be less worried about me? will it make you happy to know i’m getting help?”

you were genuinely seeking their reassurance, hoping that taking this step might ease their concern and show them that you were taking their worries seriously.

gojo was taken aback by your question, his expression filled with surprise. he had been expecting you to protest, to resist the idea of therapy, but your openness surprised him.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's surprise, but his eyes brimmed with relief and gratitude. "yes, sweetheart," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "we would be so happy and relieved if you went to therapy. it would make us feel better to know that you're getting the support and help you need. it's not that we don't trust you, but it's... it's about your well-being."

you nodded, a warm smile spreading across your face as you squeezed their hands gently. “okay, then,” you said softly. “i’m willing to give it a try. if it helps you both feel better and supports me, then it’s worth it.”

gojo's face visibly relaxed at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing. he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with relief and gratitude.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's, and his grip on your hand tightened slightly with affection. "thank you, sweetheart," he said softly. "this means a lot to us. we just want what's best for you, and we're so glad you're willing to give therapy a chance."

you didn't really feel like you needed therapy, but seeing how much it meant to gojo and geto made you reconsider. if that was what it took to ease their worries and show them that you were taking their concerns seriously, then you were willing to give it a try. their happiness and peace of mind mattered a lot to you, and you were ready to take this step for them.

you smiled warmly at their reactions, feeling a swell of affection for them. “i know,” you said softly, “and i appreciate you both being so understanding and supportive. i’ll make sure to take this step seriously.”

you could see the relief and happiness in their expressions, and it made you feel a deep sense of connection and gratitude. gojo's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and relief. he gently squeezed your hand in return, his grip firm and comforting.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's, and he gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, a gesture of reassurance. "we're so glad you're open to it, sweetheart," he said softly. "just keep in mind, not every therapist is a perfect fit. if the first one doesn't feel right, don't be afraid to try someone else. therapy is supposed to be a place where you feel safe and understood."

gojo's eyes lit up with a warm, reassuring glint. “we’ll find the perfect therapist for you together,” he said, his voice brimming with determination. “and don’t worry about the cost. we’ll cover it. you deserve the best support, and if that means getting a pricey therapist, then that’s what we’ll do.” he squeezed your hand gently, his smile unwavering, showing just how committed he was to making sure you got the help you needed.

geto nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting the same determination and commitment as gojo. "yeah," he said softly, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. "money is not a concern when it comes to your well-being, sweetheart. we'll make sure you have the best therapist possible, even if it means paying more. your happiness and health are worth every penny."

you chuckled softly, feeling a warm, affectionate glow at their insistence. you nodded again, your smile genuine. “alright, baby, alright,” you said, your tone tender and playful. leaning in, you pressed gentle kisses to both of their cheeks, the gesture filled with gratitude and love. it was your way of showing just how much their support meant to you.

both gojo and geto's faces flushed a little in response to your tender kisses, their eyes sparkling with affection and appreciation. they smiled warmly at your gesture, their cheeks still slightly warm from the touch of your lips.

gojo chuckled softly at your response, his expression affectionate and adoring. “we just want to make sure you have all the support and care you need, sweetheart,” he said, the determination in his voice replaced with tenderness and warmth.

geto nodded in agreement, his own expression softly mirroring gojo's. “we'll do everything we can to make sure you're happy and healthy,”

you smiled warmly at their heartfelt words, feeling deeply touched by their commitment and care. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. you nodded, your smile widening as you added, “i really appreciate everything you're doing for me. i'm happy,” your eyes sparkled with affection as you leaned in to rest your head gently against geto's shoulders, savoring the comfort of their support as your hands entertwined with theirs.

both gojo and geto felt their hearts tighten a little at your words, their commitment to your well-being strengthened by the obvious affection in your eyes. they smiled warmly in return, their own expressions reflecting the same genuine gratitude.

gojo reached up, gently stroking your hair as you leaned against geto, his touch gentle and reassuring. geto's arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his side as he felt the weight of your head against his shoulder.

gojo's eyes softened with a playful glint as he looked down at you, a tender smile on his lips. “how about we take a break from all this and go on a date tomorrow?” he asked, his voice light and inviting. he leaned in to kiss your hand gently, his touch warm and affectionate. “let's ditch the teaching for a day and just focus on us. what do you say?” he looks at you and geto for a second before back to you.

geto chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and agreement. “yeah,” he said, his tone light yet teasing, “a little break from all this academic nonsense wouldn't hurt. let's go on a date tomorrow, just the three of us.”

he glanced at gojo, a sly smile playing on his lips. “and if there's any teaching involved, it better be about the art of seduction, not mathematics or jujutsu.”

“what do you think, sweetheart?” gojo reached out and gently took your other hand, his grip firm and affectionate.

he chuckled softly, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and excitement. “yeah, a break from teaching and jujutsu is long overdue,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“we'll take the day off and focus on nothing but you,” he continued, his gaze firmly fixed on you, “no students, no curses, just us and a day of fun and relaxation.” geto nodded in agreement, his own smile mirroring gojo's. “sounds like a plan,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate, “a day of pampering and affection, just the three of us.”

you snorted at their playful banter, a giggle escaping your lips as you nodded in agreement. “i like it,” you said, a bright smile on your face. you squeezed their hands gently, feeling the warmth of their affection and the excitement for the upcoming date. “i'm looking forward to it,” you added, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

both gojo and geto chuckled at your reaction, their smiles widening at your agreement. they squeezed your hands in return, their grips firm but affectionate. gojo's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he grinned. “great,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “we'll plan out the perfect date for you, sweetheart. it'll be a day filled with fun, romance, and lots of attention on you.”

geto nodded in agreement, his own smile mirroring gojo's. “yeah,” he chimed in, his voice warm and affectionate, “no one will be ignoring you tomorrow.”

“we'll make sure you feel loved, appreciated, and the center of our world,” gojo added, his eyes sparkling intently. geto chuckled softly, his tone playful but sincere. “and don't even think about protesting or saying it's not necessary. we're spoiling you tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”

you giggled excitedly, scrunching your nose and squealing with delight. “okay, okay!” you said, your excitement is palpable. “i can’t wait! I’m really looking forward to it.”

your happiness and enthusiasm were evident, and both gojo and geto couldn’t help but smile even wider at your reaction. they exchanged pleased glances, their hearts warmed by your joy.

both gojo and geto felt a surge of affection wash over them as they saw your excitement visibly spill out in your giggling and squeals. their expressions softened, a mixture of fondness and tenderness in their eyes.

gojo chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “you're so cute when you get excited, sweetheart. it makes me even more eager for tomorrow.” geto nodded, his smile mirroring gojo's. “uh-uh,” he agreed, his tone affectionate and lighthearted, “our date is going to be something special, seeing this reaction is already worth every bit of effort.”

gojo reached out and gently poked your side, a playful smirk on his lips. “and we're going to make sure you don't forget this date anytime soon,” he teased, his voice filled with lighthearted mischief.

geto chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement at gojo's antics. “yeah,” he said, his tone teasing as well, “we're gonna leave you so spoiled, sweetheart, you'll be begging for more attention.”

gojo chuckled at geto's remark, their banter light and affectionate, “yeah, but tonight is all about relaxation and good company.” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze flickering between you and geto with a soft smile. “how about we find a cozy spot and put on a movie? we can order food in and just unwind for the rest of the evening.”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression filled with lighthearted satisfaction. “sounds perfect to me,” he said, his tone relaxed, “a quiet evening at home, just the three of us. i could really use some chill time after the week we've had.“

he turned to you, his eyes glittering amusedly. “what do you say, sweetheart? up for a movie night with takeout and cuddles?” you nodded eagerly, a wide grin on your face. “okay, okay!” you exclaimed, already brimming with excitement. “I’m going to choose the movie!”

you pushed away from the table with a burst of energy, practically bouncing up from your chair. without waiting for a response, you dashed towards the living room, eager to pick out the perfect movie for the cozy night ahead. gojo and geto watched you go with affectionate smiles, their hearts lightened by your enthusiasm.

gojo chuckled softly, his expression filled with affectionate amusement as he watched you dash off towards the living room. his eyes softened as he watched your excited retreat, his heart warm with tenderness.

geto couldn't help but smirk a little, his own gaze following your path with a slight shake of his head. he looked at gojo, a mixture of affection and fondness in his expression. “and there she goes,” he teased light-heartedly, “can barely contain her excitement for a movie and takeout.”

gojo nodded, his own smile widening. “she's adorable,” he said, his voice filled with sincere warmth, “can't blame her, though. we're all in need of some relaxation after this week.“

he got up from his chair, stretching a little as he began following you towards the living room. “we'd better hurry up,” he said, his tone laced with playful urgency, “or she might start the movie without us.”

[the-anime-enthusiast]

MHA CHARACTERS TYPES IN WOMEN

#1 Katsuki Bakugou

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - PHYSICAL

He likes his women tall and strong (with a scary similar demeanor to his mother 😭). I'm talking 5'6 and up, might feel weird about dating someone taller than him, but the more the merrier⁉️ (I also bc he gets to be around 5'10 to 6ft whenever he finally finishes growing) 🙏

He FOR SURE fw chubby girls, like a lifter kind of chubby... Someone strong and with muscle but something on their bones other than skin yk?

For some this is unfortunate, be he would NEVER date a blonde 😭 He thinks it's creepy cuz he feels weird about dating someone blonde considering his mom's blonde too 😭 He wouldn't mind a darker, more honey blonde than anything, though 😌

He LOVES freckles and moles 😈 He questioned his sanity given Izuku has freckles whenever he found out he liked them, but always tries to keep it out of his mind cuz he'll get the heebie-jeebies again 😔 despite the intrusive thoughts, he loves to kiss them and point out how pretty they are everytime he gets the chance 🤗

He def has a thing for strong legs and a nice ass 🌚 BROS FS AN ASS MAN 😭 Loves just hugging you from behind and grabbing it, not even to be a perv it's just comforting in a weird way 😭🙏

He fw hips to 🙏😌 something to squeeze and kiss on when he's yk 😶‍🌫️ "downtown" 😶‍🌫️ following this he likes stretch marks too, rubbing them feeling the difference in texture on your skin 🤧

Going back to the strong legs 🙏 (and a lil on the chubby stuff) HE FW HEAVY ON THICK ANKLES it's so strange to him and makes him question whether he's sane or not, but he loves it. FS the weirdest thing he find attractive 🫡

He also appreciates some skull crushers 😈 Doesn't even have to be all muscles, just something squishy that's too big for his hand to wrap all the way around 😌

LOVES A BROWN EYED BADDIE ‼️ He loves the look of doe eyes staring up at him but the second your face relaxes and you look like a cold stone bitch he twitches a lil 🤭 (if yk what I mean) He can't get the gojo meme out of his head and gets the heebie-jeebies when looking into someone's blue eyes 😭😭 (monoma freaks him out))

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - MENTAL

You know how he didn't hold back on Uraraka? 😈 Yeah, he likes women who can hold their own against him and honestly that's all he asks for. Ofc he has other standards but something about a strong woman who's just as hard headed as him, really gets him going 🌚

Given he's had to calm down since the war, he appreciates a little bit of feist in his partner, but also a side of them that can be sweet and just as doting as he is 🤭

One of the main points of the people he takes interest in, are that they feel safe around him. 🫶He wants someone who will just fall in his arms at the end of a long day ranting on about work into his neck as he just sits there and listens 🌹 (occasionally chiming in on your coworkers you don't like 😈 )...

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - RANDOMS

He fucks with MUSICIANS HEAVVYYYYY 🎸🎶 You gonna bust out the guitar and strum along to his crazy good beats? HELL YEAH‼️ Maybe some bass to back him up? FUCK YEAH‼️ Gonna pull out your own sticks and out drum him?? DOUBLE FUCK YEAH ‼️Maybe even the clarinet to impress his dad? Hell. Motherfucking. Yeah. Any instrument and he's automatically impressed, he's learned from playing the drums just how much dedication and hard work goes into learning so he truly appreciates it 😈

LOVES FOODIES ‼️ "Hey babe I was thinking of trying that new katsu-" "You don't even have to ask" he replied dragging you to the car. He loves when people eat his food and compliment him on it (although he'll never admit it) so a GF WHO DOES THAT? SIGN HIM UP. 🎂

Low-key fucks with shy girls 😉 He loves outgoingness, don't get me wrong, but whenever they're behind closed doors and his gf gets all shy and scared to look into his eyes he practically melts (the thought of knowing that his gf feels the EXACT same way as him makes him puddy in your hands) 😈

PHYSICAL TOUCH ‼️GIFT GIVING ‼️ QUALITY TIME ‼️ HIS WEAKNESSES ‼️‼️When he can't find the words to tell you how he feels he'll use these to his advantage, hugging you from behind kissing your neck, bringing a lil Stuffie home for you when he knows your down, or just sitting in silence with your favorite TV show on 😌🙏 All that matters is that hes close to you or in your arms making you feel good when you otherwise cant 🫶

THAT'S IT THANKYOU BYYEE 🫶🫶

these are some head cannons for da best boi bakugou bc he's been my fav character for 6 years and what better way to celebrate than curate a list of my fav head cannons for him 🫶

(lemme know who I should do next 😉)

OKAY NOW ACTUALLY BYE BYEEE 😍😍

[yayll]

Soo umm maybe angsty request but a reader who works at the agency but misses her old life? Like, family or her old self. If you wanna and like the idea!! Have fun💕

i know this is a thousand yrs late and i am so sorry abt that but also. thank you for trusting me w this request i rlly took it to heart and i cracked these damn knuckles and hopefully wrote something you'll like :') i had fun, angel. MWAH.

- a little something about emotions and Dazai's way of perceiving yours ~

"Aughhh..."

You're groaning at your desk again, face down and resting your forehead on the cold wooden surface. Lately, it's been the same cycle. You come to work and the day goes by in a blink of an eye, and suddenly... There is nothing else to look forward to but to do it all again tomorrow. It's been tough, with the agency constantly bombarded with cases and quite literally saving the world, you've forgotten to call home every week like you used to. Now it's every other month, if at all.

There are times when you go on your lunch break and think about how ordinary your life used to be, how you used to spend your time doing the opposite of what you do now. Joining the agency was a wonderful turning point in your life and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes it felt like there was too much happening, you were falling behind and not connecting enough with the foundations that made you, you. It was an overstimulating nightmare.

Your co-workers were so talented and caring and it felt like a family with the way you all worked as a unit and watched out for each other, yet the intrusive thoughts about you never quite fitting in wouldn't leave your mind. Or your face, for that matter.

This is where Dazai knew he had to get involved.

He could tell your mind was elsewhere, and he hated that. You were supposed to be wherever he was, even if you didn't fully know it yet. He constantly perceived you from across the office where he slacked off work as usual, but this time it wasn't to await his next grand revelation... It was to figure out why you seemed so distant. So far, yet so close. You always laughed at his jokes and antics, all a part of his attention seeking persona around the agency, but he could hear the way your laugh seemed to die down in your throat as if it burned to even make a sound. He recognized it as the kind of burn whiskey left behind in his own throat when he had his occasional drinks at Lupin after a particularly hard day. Dazai knew the feeling of ruminating, of feeling stuck in the past and how it could keep you from existing in the present if not dealt with properly. But he wasn't exactly the shining example of dealing with one's feelings, not when he was a walking contradiction, which is why he hesitated to bring this up to you directly.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying, not when you're groaning so adorably within earshot.

Not when he would do anything for you to drop that fastidious attitude that won't give him the proper time of day. It was pathetic and selfish of him, but it was sincere. With a fixed smile like a Cheshire cat, he prances towards your desk and stands there for a solid minute before you realize the familiar entity looming over you.

You slowly look up, dark under eyes are the first to properly greet him, along with that cute clip in your hair that's barely holding it all together. He thinks you look even cuter this way even if you were at your worst, and that made him feel a tad guilty... just a tad. He clears his throat softly as a deceptively cheerful voice pours out of him.

"Hi! You're looking awfully exhausted today."

You hum, a weak smile adorning your lips. You didn't want to smile at all, but it was a force of habit, so why not use it on the biggest clown you knew?

"Yeah? That's real observant of you, Dazai."

His heart races as you poke back, what a precious creature you were. He responds with faux indignance, rolling his eyes and the whole bit.

"Uh yeah, of course! It's why they pay me the big bucks, silly. You should try being like me sometime."

"Ah, is that the only thing I should try being? Not very original of me, I must say."

His smile drops to a more sly smirk as he shrugs, sighing dramatically while casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

You should try to be mine, he thinks to himself.

He doesn't deserve that honor, but it's the truth and he can always count on delusion.

"Eh, who cares about originality? That's what writers use as an excuse to torture themselves. It's no fun, You might as well jump off a bridge with me instead."

You raise an eyebrow at that, your fake smile becoming a bit more genuine now.

"I think I'll pass on that, Dazai."

He pouts, and you hate that he resembles a puppy with the way his eyes comically droop.

"Such a shame. I was hoping we could share that experience together. It would be quite the work bonding exercise, don't you think?~"

You nod, your voice laced with what he hopes is a playful retort, but it is much too deadpan.

"I'm sure it would."

"You know, you're surprisingly hard to torment."

You hum once more, shrugging as you look back down at the files on your desk, unable to hold his dark eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.

"... Well I suppose I could say the same about you."

Before you know it, you feel his warm breath against your cheek, having leaned down to your level to murmur in your ear. It's velvety and far too intimate for the middle of the workday, tempting like the devil himself.

"Like I said, we could always drown our sorrows in the river. That always helps."

You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze, a slight flush begins to burn your cheeks and you wish you hadn't turned at all. It's sick the way every once in a while he'll test your boundaries to see if you'll let him in, if you'll see past the charm and the self destructive tendencies that might just seal his fate one day.

But you need him right now! And you clearly need a bit more of a push rather than just jokes, so he makes a point to grill you until you have no choice but to run into his hypothetical arms. In that instant, he catches your phone light up, the word 'MOM' is as clear as the red that spreads through your face.

Ah, so that's it.

"Seems like you should take that."

Your eyes widen as you flicker between him and your phone. Shit.

"Maybe later. I'm not really in the headspace for a call right now... Might go out for some lunch and get some air."

"I like air. Perhaps we can get some together? You might have too much and need someone to resuscitate you."

You snort softly and immediately feel embarrassed for being so casual out of your own human weakness. Yet somehow Dazai's ridiculous jokes always manage to get you to play along and forget that very embarrassment.

"CPR involves air, Dazai. You'd kill me in the process."

He clutches his chest, letting out a dreamy breath.

"Ahhh. Romantic, don't you think? I'd follow you immediately, of course~"

You shake your head as you stand up to walk out for your much needed reprieve from the inescapable thoughts you can't shake.

"You're impossible."

He stands back to give you your space and sticks his hands into his coat pockets, beginning to follow right behind you. He taps your shoulder when your back is fully turned to him, clearing his throat as he says your name in the most sinful way.

"Ahem. You forgot your phone."

You freeze in your tracks. You want to so badly do what your mind is screaming to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The battle between wanting to grab that bit of normalcy you miss and wanting to avoid it like the plague is the fear of the commitment to acknowledge it. You slowly turn to face him holding out your phone for you and yet again... It stings when he looks at you like that. Like he actually cares. It makes you feel drunk on the sensation of being seen on a deeper level, the butterflies in your stomach keep saying so. You sigh, and mumble back.

"Leave it. I don't need it right now."

He steps a little closer, way too close for comfort. His voice drops to a more serious tone, yet it's nothing but gentle, firm. It's a Dazai you don't think you've ever heard except when on a mission. Even then it always felt performative. But not now. He takes your hand in his bandaged one and holds it out for a moment with your palm facing up. His desire for you to make amends with your troubles is far more important than proper customs, so he needs to do this and do it now before you drown any deeper and he loses his self control.

He can save you even if you're too stuck in your own self pity to see the brightness of your own future. How you shine like a diamond in the rough, if only you'd just let yourself live in the now. He whispers to you.

"I think she'd like to know how you're doing. Family, they're the only normalcy you can have sometimes... Especially in this line of work. I think you know that."

You gaze into his dark eyes, and for the first time are not afraid to hold eye contact as you realize you actually want to hear more. Finally, a real piece of him is being shown to you?

"... Is that something you relate to, Dazai?"

He almost winces at that, a flashback of two friends he once considered family flash into his mind. Maybe today is a Lupin day. He could imitate your angelic laughter as the whiskey burns his throat. He hides all of this with a nasty little smirk, elusive as ever as he lies through his teeth.

"Absolutely not."

You seem a bit disappointed at first, but before you can dwell on it too much, your thoughts flicker back to the phone call you realize it might be time to make. Your mood is instantly different. Hopeful, even. Dazai places your phone in your palm, slowly closing your hand into a small fist. His hand lingers on top of your knuckles for a second too long, and you realize you are, in fact, unable to keep looking him in the eye like this or else you might just collapse knowing he'd catch you. The concept alone is intoxicating.

"I'm gonna take this, okay?"

His smirk softens, almost boyish with the way he instantly relaxes and reverts back to his usual self. The mood shifts back to how it felt before, and Dazai nods in reassurance.

"You go get some air. I'll be here."

He waves you off as you flash him one last smile before exiting the office. That'll keep him going for a while, he thinks. You look so beautiful when you're full of life, he hopes it rubs off on him too. He stands there for a long time in deep thought, simply smiling at the floor. At some point your hair clip fell out without you noticing, and so he picks it up, pocketing it. He'll consider this the consummation of your relationship.

An hour passes by and you walk back into the office, eager to tell Dazai about your call back home and how refreshed you feel. That he was right, and you wanted to share this new found perspective that he helped you approach and conquer. You find the office is completely empty, and when your eyes glance at your desk, there's a sticky note left on one of the many trinkets you display on it. You read it out loud to yourself.

"You long for the past, so perhaps we can recreate it. Maybe a nice long walk by the river, or we could always try a more private solution.

Either way, I'm at your mercy.

- Osamu"

You can't help but want to kick your feet at the little heart he doodled next to his messy handwriting and make a mental note to properly give him your contact info next time. You'd make sure to take a call from him, because you know he'd make it worth your while.

He always does.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - The Summer Games BLgin.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Those Greeks did have that reputation for naked dudes rolling around together so I'm declaring it...

BL OLYMPICS!

I'll be passing out metals in various sporting events, as part of the weekly updates through mid August, just for funzies.

July 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) eps 9-10 of 12 - I guess mass murder is nothing next to having to raise funds for your basketball club. There were a lot of water sports in these eps (no not that kind). I’m not complaining. The street BB playoffs were fun. Frank is GOOD. I didn’t know he played. They aren’t using doubles for this. Meanwhile, it’s a bummer this one can’t be a poly romance. 

Winner!

Gold in Handball

for that shower scene in ep 9 (also... ya know, DUNK TANKS)

Balls in hands of all types.

Briefly must chat about that intro/outro music. It's like Thai autotuned Stray Kids. Which means I kinda adore it.

Century of Love (Weds Gaga) eps 5-6 of 10 - I guess he’s had a long time to learn how to fight really really well. This is a fun show. It does occasionally feel like a bunch of gay boys playing dress up. I LIKE P’Third a lot. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be an actual baddie. I’m finding the music a little intrusive in these episodes. I love the deconstructed suits look, and the velvet blazer. Very 90s. The confessions scene was very cute. It’s a good thing Vee is so easy-going, because the last few months of his life have been truly insane. And now he’s queen of the castle? Still working his convenience store job?

I honestly thought we'd just get kisses halfway through not a full on sex scene. But it was very sweet and tender. Appreciated, boys, thanks. However it’s never a good sign when the sex scene is it at the halfway point, it just means there’s gonna be a lot of trauma to come.

(I gotta say every time Daou smiles he actually looks his age.) 

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I like them now. I mean as a pair of characters. I wasn’t really sold on the main couple until this episode, and now I’m interested (yes I am shallow). The boy with the glasses is definitely sus. I’m quite drunk, thus I have to say Sailub is the hottest thing on my screen right now. Metas's taste in interior design sucks. OK, that physical therapy session was sexy. I wasn’t sold at first, but now I love this side couple too.

Argh. SailubPon kiss so well. Also COUNTER LIFT!!!! 

Silver in Weightlifting

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - I’m the one who always says this stuff, but this pair might be the best at relationship heat. Let me try to explain. They are good at putting on screen the kind of NRE, want to bone, just really into each other physically and also connected and loving. It’s the way their bodies always arch towards each other. They’re very comfortable in each other’s space in a way that’s really rare to see out of Any BL country but Taiwan. I think they might be my favorite couple currently active. I don’t know how to put it except that

it looks like they want each other,

it looks like they like each other,

it looks like they’re into each other,

and it looks like they GET each other.

It’s nice to see on screen. The plots/stories/narratives that they're given aren’t doing them any favors, but man they’re a good pair. Meanwhile, was I screaming the whole time don’t rip the sample of the custom piece? Yes I was. But it was still sexy.

Sam getting discovered was fun! Yo is gonna burn his arse good.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Okay! Officially boyfriends. I almost like the friendship btw Atom and Mudmee better than the romances. But they all so cute. 

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I hate the gf intern so much. I think she is past redemption now - time for death. What is it they say about ADs? they do all the work, for none of the credit but all of the blame.

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I guess Peak’s dad really is that awful. Jane is the beard? Got it. The show got suddenly quite sweet and complex. Where did that come from? Meanwhile ,Almond + Latte + sex education is awesome. Great trope we rarely get in BL. 

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - Look, what’s really annoying me is that I am neither upset nor pleased with the show. I like to be driven one way or the other by Meme. Trash watch here. (delayed this week, I can't face it)

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 1-2 of 12 - Out the gate I don’t like it. I don’t really like the teasing thing and the acting is poor. That said, neck kisses in the very first episode do make me happy. So I’m gonna keep watching. As for ep 2, I like the sides, and we have gay brothers trope activated. I also like the paranormal element, it adds some much-needed tension, but it is still a little slow (typical of a pulp).

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like our poor lost puppy slowly figuring out what’s going on. It’s so elegantly done. Also, the the boy begs his quiet seme to SAY something, you know he’s gonna DO something instead. 

I could have done wihtout the pan around the head kiss. We over that, 8 years ago.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Why don’t I like this show? I had to think about it quite a bit. It’s the power differential. I never enjoy it when the character with less power is the one doing the pursuing, it comes off as too desperate or something. In this case he is: from the country, poor, and younger, It just makes Takara’s dismissive attitude and snobbery unpleasant to watch. Also, you know me, =/= obsessive stalker behavior. 

It's airing but...

Bad Guy (Korea YT) - yeah, erm, no thank you.

4 Minutes (Thai Netflix/Grey) ep... - Great, a rich boy studying business at uni, suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future. I try to catch up next week.

I have a source, but I simply didn’t have time to watch it. So sorry. Too much traveling too much BL to keep up with. A perfect conflation of conflicting priorities.

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - it's your funeral (or, more likely, one of the main characters'). You can argue but... statistics. You know my feelings on this matter. MY BLOG, remember?

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In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Up Next!

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return, and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: the premise? Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

8/4 Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - OMG a uni student who looks too young and a... COP. GAH. The subversion and kink of it all. Please Gaga pick this one up? They made it for US.

8/7 Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Weds ????) 8 eps - office romance around the makeup counter featuring a younger seme and sex by blackmail. I am intrigued. DFTUJ (don't fuck this up, Japan).

8/8 Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs WeTV ) 12 eps - I am so DAMN excited to see Big finally lead a BL. I can't even with this, one of my most anticipated of this year. He's a great kisser ya'll, he's kissed a lot of boys as second lead. I can't WAIT.

8/12 First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) 12 eps - About a singer with stage fright and his timid fan stars Charles (H4 the puppy one) and Michael Chang (the youngster in My Tooth Your Love), plus side couple featuring a Thai actor Jame (Koh in Gen Y) and Liu Min Ting (of Guardian fame). What a damn tean. I can't wait. With thier powers combined!

8/16 The Last Time (Thai Fri YT) ? eps - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something.

8/22 The Paradise of Thorns (Thai movie) theater release - Jeff Satur is back but this does not look like a BL (the gay lover's death is the inciting event). More in Goodbye Mother vein. Looks dark and dramatic. He opposite and extremely well known actor Toey Pongsakorn who has never done gay before.

Addicted Heroin (Thailand adaptation) is also supposed to release this month. GIVE IT TOO MEEEEEE. I don't care about anything else but August back on my screen. It's been almost a decade since he did BL.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

This week's adventures in caption "out of" and "off" are not the same thing. This is an uncomfortable thought.

I'm so tired I'm seeing double. This is all you get.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

Sports in Play (the jokes write themselves) )

Boxing

Breaking

(That's Not) Cricket

Diving (yes, for that)

Fencing (yes, with those)

Handball (exactly what it says, no, read the word.. again)

Rhythmic Gymnastics (obvs)

Squash (snicker)

Surfing

Swimming

Trampoline

Weightlifting

Wrestling

[afterglowkatie]

someone better | l.w.

leah williamson x reader | 2.6k | There was always someone better. You never felt like you’re enough for anyone, especially not yourself. Would anyone really miss you?

ˏˋ°•*⁀ Heavy themes include: suicidal thoughts, depression, low mental health, thoughts about a suicide attempt, intrusive thoughts, negative thoughts. Please read if you can handle things like that. sorry if it doesn't make sense, it's essentially a vent fic i just needed to get things out it's been a low day so yeah

The air was crisp. You could see your own breath, which would’ve been amusing when you were a kid but now it was a reminder that you were alive. You didn’t mind the cold, at least it gave you something to feel other than the numbness that had taken over your body. The rooftop access in your apartment building wasn’t secured and was never monitored so you found peace in sneaking up onto the rooftop to think and reflect. Seeing the city’s skyline, it was beautiful. A stark contrast to the awful thoughts that plagued your mind. 

Watching the lights shimmering below, all the people that wandered the streets below, all the people that were in their own apartments, yet you never felt more alone than you do right now. A bit ironic. Shakily taking a breath, you decided to sit lean against the edge of the building and let your thoughts consume you. There was no stopping it so why not let your mind run free when you’re in a space without any interruptions. Even if letting your mind run free meant it was slowly killing you in the process.

The thought of death was always in the back of your mind, occasionally making its way to the front when you thought you had exhausted all your other coping mechanisms. Another irony, when you were younger you were always afraid of death. Afraid of dying, but now more than ever it was what you craved. You would happily welcome death if it meant you could disappear from life to never return. Never having to face the pain and suffering of everyday life again.

It’s not like anyone would miss you, or even notice or care that you were gone. That was it really, no one needed you. A hard thought to stomach, one that made your head spin, that made you fall deeper than you already were. They all had someone better, someone more important to them than you were. You were always just someone they could use to fill the time before someone better came along.

Every time you got attached to someone, you’d eventually lose whatever friendship you had with them. A ‘filler friend’, you would call yourself. The one no one thought about unless they needed you or if they had no one else. Always a last resort, never a first choice. No one would truly miss you. They might say they do but a day later they’d go about life like normal and never think or say your name again. You knew these thoughts were irrational to an extent, although the part of you that believed that these negative thoughts were the truth always won. This was the truth that others were afraid of telling you. The truth you had to tell yourself.

You had convinced yourself that all you do is break, burn and drain the life out of others. Always trying to be the person they needed, the person they wanted you to be regardless of your own feelings and pain. Which you obliged, learning from a young age that all you had was yourself. Your own problems and thoughts were only yours to carry. Quickly learning to suppress emotions, fake smiles, and keep a bubbly personality around anyone else. No one needed to be burdened by you, your absence in life would be a blessing, even if no one else knew it yet they would realise not long after you’d left.

But that’s the thing, everyone else in your past had left or moved on. What made anyone else at Arsenal any different? It would be silly to think that this club would stay the same until everyone ended their careers. You all seemed like a family, but even families broke apart. It would also be silly to think that even if everyone separated that you would all stay in contact. Maybe for a little while but it wouldn’t take long before everyone drifted apart from each other, before anyone drifted apart from you. You thought you were easily forgotten. So what difference would it make if you decided to leave now? You were tired of trying to live. Trying to live to everyone’s expectations of who you were and who you should be.

You were more than grateful for how far football has come and thankful for all the fans and support from everyone online and in person. But with that continued to grow the expectations you had to live up to. You were the team’s ray of sunshine. Even the fans saw you that way. You were the one that gave everyone hope. Always knowing how to help lift your teammates up when they were feeling low, especially after a loss of an important match. You never wanted anyone to feel the way you felt now, the way you had always felt. Which is why you continued to put that weight on yourself.

Though being the team’s source of positivity and hope was exhausting. You were getting tired and felt that no one noticed how broken you had become on the inside. Slowly becoming a shell of who you once were, but you would try your best to never let anyone see. Especially not let your teammates see. You were good at that. At never letting anyone in enough for them to see how much pain you suppress each day. No one had to see how much you tear yourself apart just to be enough. To be enough for them, enough for a friendship you saw them all have with each other. 

Friendships were hard, you weren’t funny or interesting enough to keep anyone around for long. Your insecurities were always eating you alive. You found comfort in the coldness of the night more often than you would’ve liked to admit. Your midnight rooftop escapes were becoming more frequent, less time spent in bed and less time spent sleeping. It gives you more time to reflect. Typically hyperfocusing and reflecting on the way each individual group within the team interacted with each other. Always wishing you were enough to have a friendship that they all seemed to have with each other. Sometimes it felt like you were an outsider looking in.

It’s how it always went. You tried to put your all, your entire heart, into friendships and trying to keep connections with others. But it was all so exhausting and tiring. Past experiences constantly kept tainting any new opportunities. People in your past thought it was easier to constantly fumble and drop your heart, letting it shatter into tiny pieces leaving you to try to put it back together before the next person came along to do the exact same. You were used to the cycle, it had happened growing up within your family home life, within your last club, it was exhausting. It left you feeling constantly broken and empty and thinking that maybe you just weren’t deserving of a deeper friendship. Part of you likes to believe that you are deserving but lately it has been harder and harder to believe in that. It has become harder and harder to believe that if you stuck around long enough that things would change, that you would find what you were yearning for. But at the end of the day, who would want someone like you in their life?

Maybe you overthink too much, perhaps you let your mind have too much free range that it makes you believe these awful thoughts. That it makes you believe no one enjoys your company and that everyone would be better off without you. You didn’t know how to control them once they started. Your mind just taking you through each one of your teammates, showing you they were fine without you, better off without you in their lives. 

Though your mind would happily let you forget and not notice how much everyone in the team cared for you. How they had started to notice that you were slowly fading away. You never saw the hushed whispers and how the group conversations had started to slowly shift into others voicing their worries and concerns for you. You were always so lost in your mind during these episodes that you missed the way you gained extra attention from Leah. Leah was always quite attentive and never failed to notice changes in you.

Finally feeling the chill of the air, you blew heat into your hands rubbing them together. Leaning against the edge you looked down. The thoughts to end everything then and there easily slipped into your mind. It was high enough that it would be a definite permanent action, but you could never bring yourself to follow through. Though tonight, everything telling you to follow through with your thoughts were louder than they had ever been. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply. The cold air burning your lungs. The burning feeling you had become used to the more you spent out at nights. Somehow your body could feel numb and on fire at the same time. Perhaps it was just your anxiety but you would never admit to that. Admitting to your feelings is acknowledging that they’re there and that there’s a problem you had to fix. You’d rather pretend.

Looking down once more you were reminded of the one constant you had in your life. The one person who made you feel everything, the one that could make you believe life was worth living. Leah. Were you selfish for feeling this way when you had someone who would give you the world, who would give you everything she had? You felt selfish, that’s for sure. Leah was always enough for you, but there was that one part of you that wanted a friendship so similar to the friendship Leah provided for you before your relationship turned into something more than friends. Thinking about Leah gave you a semblance of hope. A continued faith that you’ll be okay in the long term, a reminder that right now was a short term feeling.

Turning away from the edge and the sidewalk that was calling your name, you decided to go back to the warmth of your apartment and the person who was currently occupying one side of your bed. Rubbing your arms, trying to defrost a little before climbing in beside Leah. You didn’t want to share the coldness that plagued your body when all she ever offered you was warmth, both physically and mentally. Leah looked peaceful while she slept, you smiled. It wasn’t big but it was real. Your smile around Leah was always real, no matter how small. You love Leah, and if you couldn’t live for yourself you would do it all for her. Eventually you would be able to do it for yourself, but anything that helped keep you here, keep you alive was enough until you could manage to want it for yourself.

Leah knew how much you were trying. She saw the pain in your eyes, she knew you well enough to be able to see right through you. You never liked to keep things from Leah, but you could never find the right words to tell her so you silently hoped she could see. Leah knew you went up to the rooftop most nights, but she also knew you were strong enough to pull yourself away and back into her arms when you needed it. She had followed you up to the rooftop, curious to see where you had been spending your nights. She watched from afar, worried since you were too close to the edge for her liking. But then she saw the way you were able to take yourself away from the edge and back down. 

Leah watched from afar for a little while. Every single time you came back down to bed Leah would give you endless amounts of love and support. Whispering words of encouragement and praise that you didn’t think you needed to hear. Leah trusts that you would come to her if your thoughts ever got too much. And as much as you wouldn’t want to burden her, you also know deep down you would seek her out instead of following over the edge of the rooftop.

Every time she was thankful to see you walk back through the doors to your apartment, to your room, even if you hardly slept she knew you were safe. Knowing that you wouldn’t accept the help from anyone if they offered it outright, Leah would help you in other ways. Subtle ways that you hadn’t completely noticed yet. Leah would make sure all the laundry was done, folded and put away. She watered all the plants you had forgotten about so they wouldn’t die and when you left this episode you wouldn’t feel bad for neglecting your babies. Leah would give you a routine that you followed each day so you didn’t have to use up the energy you needed to use to fight on something mundane, on something Leah could do for you. 

She wanted you to be able to give your all into this fight, one she knew you would be doing on and off for the rest of your life. But if it meant having you around then she would do whatever it took. Leah knew you were capable of taking care of yourself but she also knows how hard it can be to get up and fight to live every day. Leah was proud of you for continuing to get through every day.

Leah smiled when she woke up to you climbing into bed, before dawn she noticed which was a new record for you lately. Instantly Leah was in your embrace, the smile on her face just from your presence lulled the screaming thoughts enough for you to believe you could have some sense of sleep.

‘I hope it wasn’t too cold out there tonight,’ Leah’s voice was low and raspy, a mix of trying to not be too loud with it being so late in the night along with having just woken up, ‘Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold baby,’ Leaning down you placed a kiss on the top of her head, her thoughtfulness was comforting.

‘You don’t have to worry about me Le,’ You felt her body suddenly stiffen at your words, tending to overanalyse your words and thinking the worst, ‘You’re stuck with me forever babe,’ A small chuckle left your lips and Leah started to relax again in your arms. Maybe you weren’t a problem in people’s lives, maybe you needed better judgement on who to give your heart to. Giving your heart to Leah was easy, you know she’ll keep it safe. Romance always comes easily to you. Giving your heart to a friend was where you struggled. But now wasn’t the time to lose yourself again.

‘Never forget you have a place in this world. You’re special, important and loved,’ Leah always knew what to say and when to say it. It was like she could read your mind, which at times scared you, ‘I love you,’

‘I love you too, Le,’ Holding her close gave you hope that one day you could feel whole again, ‘Now, my love, you need to sleep,’ Even though she was in and out of sleep you could still cause a faint blush to spread across her face just from your words.

‘Only if you sleep,’ Before Leah knew it she had fallen back to sleep. Watching Leah sleep, you like to believe her peaceful aura would send you to sleep and that it wasn’t you falling asleep from pure exhaustion. Your fight was far from over, you were only just beginning but she gave you the strength you needed each day to make progress. Always reminding you on days you made no progress that waking up and living was progress enough. Making it through each day, no matter what, was enough. You were enough for Leah. You were enough for everyone else around you. You just had to believe to be enough for yourself.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to do anything to help my roommate's baby?

More of a "was I an asshole" rather than "am I an asshole?"

I (21F) am a college student living in an apartment with two roommates, Anna (22F) and Mica (23NB). I've lived with Anna for two years now and Mica for one, and we've all always gotten along great with no major issues apart from the fact that Anna's boyfriend of several years is emotionally manipulative and incredibly insecure and jealous, but that's an issue for another time, except that I don't like him and make no secret of it. I also don't like children, never want children, and crying babies is one of the biggest overload/meltdown triggers I have because it stresses me out and also triggers some violent intrusive thoughts (I have autism and OCD, which both of my roommates know about, but never cause any significant issues and I don't act on those thoughts.) That is to say, I should not and do not want to be around children.

Anna and I live far enough apart over the summer that we only see each other during the school year, and this year I'm a junior and she's a senior. I showed up at the beginning of this school year and lo and behold, Anna is about five months pregnant. Turns out it happened toward the end of last school year, she didn't tell anyone at first, and didn't bother to mention it over the summer (which I'm pissed about). I was NOT expecting one of my closest college friends to be about to have a baby, let alone one that I'm living with.

For the next few months, I helped her out, drove her to doctor appointments, etc, because of course the shitbag boyfriend lives like three hours away (where Anna lives when she's not at college) and refuses to drive over to help her out himself. However, I made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with the baby once it's born. I wouldn't be helping her with diapers, wouldn't babysit, don't want her to put formula bottles on my shelf in the fridge, won't play with the baby or anything. I don't have the patience for that, I don't want the baby in my shit, I work 20 hours a week on top of my classes and homework and do not have time or desire to deal with a tiny human.

Fast forward to when the baby is born, Anna keeps saying she's looking for somewhere else to move, wants to move back full time to live with her shitbag boyfriend, have him help with the baby. Our other roommate Mica helps occasionally with the baby and is willing to do basic stuff and occasionally rocks him to sleep when they're sitting on the couch and stuff, but I refuse. Several months later Anna still hasn't moved out and has barely made the effort she says she will, she talks about the boyfriend a lot but I have literally NEVER seen him in person since the baby was born (he was there for the birth and that's it, drove her to our apartment afterwards since I didn't want to be there, then left again).

If there's ever a time when I'd be the only one home at the apartment and Anna asks me to babysit for a little while, I change plans and always leave so I'm not there even if it just means doing homework at the campus library instead of my room. Anna is exhausted and literally does nothing around the house anymore, never comes grocery shopping with Mica and I because she refuses to leave the baby home alone but doesn't want to take him to the store, I'm doing all of her dishes cause apparently she can't do that either, she asks us to do her laundry and cook dinner and everything for her now and I feel like we're being treated/put into the role of the baby's father.

I cannot stand children, I don't think Anna has any excuse for trying to make us care for her child, she seems to expect us to take care of him while she's in class and she can barely even afford her own share of rent and groceries and stuff let alone a baby (or hiring childcare), and I made it clear even before the baby was born that I wanted nothing to do with him and will not engage with him or do anything for him, and I think my "it's your fault you had a baby, sucks for you, now deal with the consequences" attitude is what might make me an asshole here but I'm so exhausted and my mental energy is always drained from the damn kid screaming and crying and making a mess of the house.

Mica talked to me privately recently and mentioned that they understand that I don't like children and that they're also upset with the fact that Anna can't take care of a child herself when she's a full time college student without a job and a shitty boyfriend who's barely in the picture, but they want me to try to engage more and have a bit of sympathy for Anna and not leave her completely stranded with an infant. I don't want children, I don't want to live with one, and don't want to have to care for one.

It's now April as of writing this and I have since moved out of the apartment (Anna and Mica still live together), I left in January at the start of spring semester when on-campus dorm housing was available and live with another friend whose roommate transferred the prior semester. I still see Anna around campus but I feel like the baby completely ruined our friendship but I still hang out with Mica a lot and occasionally get updates that way. I'm much happier, my mental health is better, and I'm not living constantly stressed and on edge because of the baby, and Anna still hasn't moved in with her boyfriend despite saying she's trying to for months now.

Was I an asshole for refusing to support my roommate and her baby, and essentially giving the ultimatum of "either the baby goes or I do?"

[beartitled]

I think Normal Bill is almost just as intelligent and knowledgeable as his canon counterpart, since he had more time to focus on science and such instead of chaos and despair and.. just about every problem in the book.

Can he also still see through trees and The All Seeing Eye on the dollar bill?

Does he have all the powers of Canon Bill?

How does he feel about Ford and Dipper?

What would he think if he saw his parents?

And.. how does he feel about all the.. imagery of him throughout the world? (Remember how Ford had a fucking golden statue of him? And with the cave paintings.. and the dollar bill, the pyramids have a vague eye shape on them (since canonically they were statues of Bill until the top hat and hands fell off) The Eye Of Providence being a sign for God.. yeah it’s REALLY suspicious, I don’t think he really trusts the Pines family at this point, because they are horrible at hiding things, you don’t need to be an all seeing god to know that.

(Sorry for the long rant, I just love this AU)

Don’t apologise for a rant 🫵 I love rants, my brain just can’t comprehend them sometimes 💥

And also aww 🥹 glad you enjoy this AU ❤️

Okay lemme try answering 👏

First yes, absolutely, he’s a smart boi

His energy is just in the nerd stuff now, instead of chaotic insane vibes he has in the canon

Yea and I think he considers it normal lmao

“Wait what do you mean you don’t see through trees Mabel? Like.. I thought everyone did??”

He’s a smart boi, but he is oblivious in some instances

Not sure about all powers, but some for sure

Also this Bill walks everywhere, bc he never saw humans fly and didn’t consider trying (maybe he saw one human attempt it and decided to never try it himself 💀)

I honestly not really sure

Again not my initial idea, but remember one person saying that Bill would have some intrusive thoughts about Pines time to time, not understanding where they come from and probably feeling really guilty about those

But ultimately I think he would consider them a semi family to him

If y’all want a more detailed answer

He’s probably the closest to Mabel, bc she’s a forgiving person and treats Bill as a new person

This version of Bill would be in a girls squad and hang out with them during sleepovers (he’s a gossip girl come on 💅)

Dipper would still be cautious around Bill (as well as Ford), but would get used to him over time forming some sort of brotherly bond

Also Bill would ship Dipper and Pacifica, occasionally playing cupid for them during Dipper crushing on Wendy

He saw an opportunity to tease Dipper (and he said it would be a good enemies to lovers trope)

When people said “Stan would’ve taken that shot” yea, he would kill the child

But perhaps after seeing Mabel being buds with Bill, he just might be a little less defensive

It could both ways really: either Stan would be completely against Bill, but grow to tolerate his presence with occasional (semi)friendly bullying; or Stan would double down and just actively trying to kick Bill out

Either way they would have some sort of rivalry for sure

He would be buds with Soos and Wendy, just chilling with em on the occasion

And the last but not least Ford

He would be the most paranoid and cautious, not because he’s afraid of Bill like Dipper, but because Ford is afraid of “trigger the old Bill inside”

He and Dipper had an agreement to hide all possible information that could potentially remind Bill about his old self (all the Pines agreed to it too to some extent)

Were they successful in it? Who’s to say

Bill obliviousness saved em a bunch of times

And to address the elephant in the room: no, Billford does not exist in this AU

*booing can be heard across the fandom space* NO, YOU’RE NOT GETTING OLD MAN YAOI ON THIS ONE

🍅💥🐻‍❄️ *tiny bear screaming*

Anyway

I just don’t think it would be fitting in that particular scenario

Don’t get me wrong I like canon Billford (I love the memes and the fact that they are implied to be canon exes is hilarious), but canon Billford

This particular AU just makes the situation incredibly specific 💥

I tried to imagine a scenario where Billford could happen (like i dunno, they gave baby Bill to Oracle and then met his “normal” version)

But with the direction in which this AU went, I think it’s best to leave Ford and Bill with a platonic/parental relationship

To be fair it would be incredibly weird to raise your ex in a baby form 😭💥

But I never actually considered to continue this AU originally, so um 💥💥

I think Ford would just eventually start treating Bill like Mabel: he’s a new person now and to keep that new person undamaged, you need to keep a lot of information hidden (for everyone’s and Bill’s own sake)

This version of Bill and Ford would get along, bc they would both be nerds

(btw Bill’s design is similar to Ford, bc this is how nerds look 🤓💅/silly) (but you can adapt it in a way that Ford just had an influence on Bill, they have a family nerd look™️)

I’m still not sure what kind of time paradox shenanigans the went through to raise Bill tho 💥

This

Honestly I think it would be hilarious if he just thought it was some different guy

“A triangle… with one eye… what if.. naaaah I don’t have a top-hat”

Anyway thank u for the ask ❤️ hope it was fun to read through💥

[lolahasmoxie]

Eddie Cuddling Headcanons

Our little touch-starved gremlin loves to cuddle; come and fight me on it. However, he does have a few quirky things he does because Eddie.

A hand on the titty.

Imagine mechanic Eddie coming home after a long day at the shop. After you feed him, you cuddle up on the couch, and it doesn't take long before he's asleep and lightly snoring.

He's half-lying on top of you, with one hand up your shirt and a heavy hand gently cupping your breast. Even with your giggling, he's out like a light. There is an occasional squeeze.

He has fallen asleep with a titty in his mouth.

It's been a long week for you both. Eddie looks like he could fall asleep standing up, and you offer to cuddle on the couch after dinner.

You lie down first, and then Eddie lays flat on top of you. But it's not enough.

He burrows under your sweatshirt, a delighted oooooh leaving his lips when he realizes you have no bra on as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You giggle when you feel his pillowy lips wrap around your nipple, and his gentle suckling makes it hard to focus on the TV. You're about to suggest moving this to the bedroom when it suddenly stops.

You call his name, nothing. You lift the neck of your sweatshirt and just chuckle when you see Eddie asleep with your nipple in his mouth. You run a hand over his hair and decide to just let him be.

He will ask random ass questions.

You're cuddling in bed, the small TV on the dresser airing the news. You're making small talk and plans for the weekend when you feel his ring-covered hand turning your face toward him.

You wonder if you will ever get used to how he looks at you intensely. How his brown eyes study you feels like he can see into your soul.

Then he opens his mouth; "would you perform an ancient soul-bonding ritual in the woods with me if I asked?"

He has no control of his gangly limbs.

You're cuddling in bed after a round of late-night sex. You're about to drift off when Eddie manhandles you into a better position.

You have ended up on the floor, taken an elbow to the ribs, and there was an unfortunate visit to urgent care when you pulled a muscle.

It doesn't help that Eddie is low-key super strong and is completely oblivious to this fact.

Has almost smothered you when he wraps both his arms and gangly legs around you.

Loves being the small spoon.

Please take a look at the previously mentioned touch-starved gremlin reference. He's gotten shit from the boys at work about liking to be spooned, but he doesn't give a fuck. He loves the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms.

It helps him to feel connected to you, it helps to ground him after you have sex, and it just feels nice. He loves the idea that you need to hold him just like he needs to hold you.

If you're shorter than him, he will refer to you as "his little jet-pack."

Handsy & Mouthy Motherfucker

He will grope.

He has squeezed your breasts while making a honking sound.

He has played your ass like a set of bongo drums.

He's also prone to biting.

He's spooning you, and just before you drift off to sleep, Eddie will, out of nowhere, bite your shoulder.

He will make sound effects when he does this.

Has also left teeth marks on your ass when his intrusive thoughts have taken over.

[toxintouch]

hii!! I just read cold spots and it was AMAZING!!! Im not sure if you wanted to continue the fic, but if you don’t mind could you continue with Veres part? I don’t know what you would write about but I just feel like that fic has so much potential to be a little 3 part series or something 🙏

<- Cold Spots TYSM ANON!! I put the Vere End at the beginning for ease of reading. For the sake of folks who would like to read this as a stand-alone... I think u can? With the knowledge that the premise of Cold Spots is that Mhin and MC/Sparrow went ghost hunting. Vere is said to have been responsible for a handful of local ghost stories, so…of course he makes some mischief.🦊 Also MC needs some Winter wear, stat.  A very light Possessive Vere warning in this btw, though perhaps in a roundabout way.  Plausible deniability is so important to him.

You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.   It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you.  On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort.  You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips.  His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”

Heat Signature

“Poor thing.” Vere purrs.  “Your lips are so cold.”  He leans ever closer, his mouth hot over yours–hovering.  His other hand reaches for your face as well, nails trailing against your cheek in a teasing caress.

You feel even the thought of being cold leave your body, replaced instead by the unusual thrill he commands, that strange enthralling sway.

That heat you’ve come to associate with Vere; sweet tendrils of want that nestle in your bloodstream.

You squirm a little, though you can’t move much with him looming over you.

(You should probably do more to protest his intrusion into your room, you think to yourself, though, the majority of you is–curious, daresay even far too eager to–)

“Whatever trouble did you get up to that left you in such a state?”

At this you scoff, tilting your head back into the pillow and effectively knocking Vere’s finger from your lips.  

“As if you don’t know,” you accuse.

Vere looks entirely unperturbed by you shaking him off, his lithe fingers traveling freely along the newly displayed skin of your throat, making your pulse jump.

Vere chuckles at that, dark and silky.

“Being tight lipped about your adventures, hm?”  He angles your face just so, ensuring you meet his sharp eyes, his nose brushing up against yours.  “Not that it matters.  It so happens I do know what you’ve been up to.  Trespassing in places that don’t belong to you.”

“...It was an abandoned building.  I don’t think it really belonged to anyone.”

“And that’s where you’d be wrong,” Vere says, “everything in this city belongs to someone, darling.  You just don’t know what belongs to who yet.”  He peers down at you with laughter in his expression, though there's a distinct edge to it that you can't quite place.

“So, you're here because that building belongs to you...?”

“Hmm, amongst other things.  However shall I make you apologize to me for this most egregious offense?”  He asks airily, shifting until he’s beside you rather than perched over you, resting his cheek in his hand and letting his eyes slip closed. He's the absolute picture of unbothered leisure.  

(You’re not fooled–he’s simply waiting for you to let your guard down before he pounces.)

You open your mouth to deny any debts on your part (though, if your ghost hunting spot was indeed Vere’s hideout, you really do feel guilty) but Vere cuts you off before you can speak.

“Alas, I suppose it’s not mine anymore.  Within a week it will reek of wet dogs and cheap booze. It's a lost cause now that those drooling reprobates know it's inhabitable.  A pity.  By Eridia's standards it really was divine in its heyday.  Good wine, music, dancing.  There was this portrait artist who would paint the performances…”

His tone remains light as he reminisces.  But the look he pins you with is dangerous: his eyes gleaming bright, his canines bared in an irreverent grin.

“I had such hopes and dreams of reviving the place myself.  Some of the dances were very scandalous.  You never did share with me your stance on dancing, did you?”

You stumble out an approximate answer.  It’s…harmless information to give, isn’t it?

Though, judging by how pleased Vere looks, you wonder if you should have refused to say.  He looks positively wicked as he ponders your answer aloud.  “Oh, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of talents to share.  In another life, perhaps I'd have put you on stage.  Though, I admit.  I find myself partial to a private show.”

And–as expected–the moment you let your guard down, he's in your space again, crowding you.  Heat and proximity and the softest brush of his lips against yours, light enough to send a thrill down your spine, curiosity and a want so deep it surprises you.

“Well?”  He purrs.  “Care to audition?”

You can't hide behind the excuse of supernatural sway or charm or the thrall of hypnotic sunglo eyes.  It's not Vere's power that controls you. It's your own gnawing desire; starvation and longing that draws you to him despite all sense.

Kissing Vere is heady.  Dizzying.  

Kissing Vere is like being in conversation with Vere–a constant of giving and taking, being chased after and running to keep up.  It’s enticing and alluring and decadent and never quite enough, over too soon even as you feel yourself losing air, the rush of blood and sensation threatening to overwhelm you.

He gives a parting nip to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

Then another one, playful, to your jaw.

When he presses his face into the side of your neck, you expect him to bite again.

What you don’t expect is for him to nuzzle into you, inhaling deeply before heaving a great sigh, his tail flopping lazily to land across you with a thump.

He’s officious as he rearranges the covers, ensuring your arms are tucked carefully away from him before he’s willing to fully settle into the bedding, pulling the blankets up around the both of you like a den.  He hums something low in his chest as he tucks himself up alongside you, long tail curled around your waist. 

It’s rhythmic–

purring.

And it’s…soothing, actually.

The weight of him, the warmth.  The incessant lamplight of the Amaryllis District, shining ever present through your window, is dim–tolerable, even, courtesy of Vere's magnificent shadow manipulations and the blankets sheltering you. 

The constant noise seems to fade away as well, obscured by the sound of purring. “Falling asleep when you have me in your bed, pet?  You really do try your luck…”

[dolliesiu]

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notes : I did not expect my previous posts to get the attention they did! Anyways, these are my headcanons for Liu! I just want to clarify that my version of Liu does NOT have DID as I don't believe it was portrayed properly in his original story. I also do not want to portray DID poorly.

★ Has heterochromia iridum. His right eye is green while his left eye is brown.

★ Spends A LOT of time watching documentaries, specifically one’s relating to psychology as it’s a huge fascination of his.

★ Very interested in journaling. He mainly writes about his feelings and thoughts as he has trouble understanding and describing them. Most of his entries include his violent and intrusive thoughts.

★ His alter ego, Sully, was an identity Liu had consciously created as a way to cope with his inner mental and emotional conflicts. He felt indifferent towards his brother. Part of him wanted to forgive him, despite almost being murdered by his own blood; The other held a massive grudge against him, actively wanting to torture him in the most brutal ways possible. As a “coping mechanism”, he resorted to lashing out at others, taking his anger out on innocent pedestrians mercilessly. He got much worse over time as it messed with his overall ability to manage his emotions. It resulted in him recognizing each one of them as overwhelming and unbearable.

★ Feels extremely guilty about his actions. He heavily regrets having taken out his own frustrations and anger on those who weren't to blame for it.

★ Originally had a lot of scars. Most of them have faded away with time, but he still has a few visible.

★ Occasionally has therapy sessions with Jack as he seems to have the most experience in the field. Most of these sessions include Liu rambling and trying his best to talk or even explain his emotions. Surprisingly, it’s helped him a bit.

★ Liu is very different from his persona, Sully. He’s soft-spoken, generally anxious, and quite sensitive. Most of the time, he’s willing to lend a helping hand when needed.

★ Liu tends to layer his clothing to hide most of these scars though, especially the large one on his neck as it hasn’t completely disappeared.

★ Often neglects his physical needs. He tends to prioritize things he considers to be more important, so he ends up forgetting most of the time.

★ Enjoys collecting a variety of items he finds that either catch his interest or is strange in general.

★ Knows how to play the violin as he used to take classes as a teen.

★ Taught himself how to sew! Whenever he’s out, he tends to accidentally rip parts of his clothing out of pure clumsiness, so he figured it’d be a useful skill to learn.

★ His height is around 5’9.

★ He has quite a distaste for horror movies, yet he’ll oddly enough find himself watching them. He especially takes in great detail of the gruesome murders happening in the films.

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Where Is My Mind?

Summary: Modern!FemaleReader’s subconscious has ruined her pussy. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Modern!FemReader Word Count: 2579 Warnings: Smutty smut, masturbation, little bit of spanking, oral (fem receiving), p in v, language, drinking.  Author's Note: I did not think I would do a part 2, but I really appreciated the feedback from my first reader insert attempt and loved all the kindred spirits I apparently have on this godforsaken social media platform. ♥ Also, thank you so much @f4ll-for-you​ for your time to read this over! Tags (kindred spirits): @narwhal-swimmingintheocean​ This is dedicated to @fan-goddess​ because you made a call out to something and I already had 1k with that in mind.  Series:  Call It Dreaming

It had been three agonizing weeks since that night-that dream?-in Westeros and peace no longer seemed to be an option for your pussy.

At first, after you woke up, hot, bothered, and naked on the couch, you were grateful your roommates utilized a Friday night in a way that your school and work schedule did not allow. You were quick to wrap yourself in the blanket and flee into your room.

You took a moment in your full-length mirror to survey yourself: the thin gash between your breasts was not bleeding, but still had a delicious sting to it, and you had no idea where your clothes were. It must have been some sort of fucked up sleep walking? You cringe at the thought, promising to never watch House of the Dragon outside the safety of your bedroom again. 

It was a very sexy dream, you tell yourself, returning to your bed and collapsing back onto it. Your mind wanders back, remembering the warmth of his hands on your body, the ache between your thighs when he entered you, the sensations of his hard chest pressed against your body…

Your hand trails to your cunt, your fingers desperate to touch and tantalize yourself the way Aemond Targaryen had. Your brow furrows with your concentration, your breath quickens with your motion, and your orgasm comes but it is like the tepid stream of tap water and the faucet was twisted shut.

You almost cry. My subconscious has fucking ruined me.

The thought does not linger and you return to your busy schedule of classes from morning until the afternoon and then your internship that went well into the evening. It was self-inflicted, a last minute decision to throw yourself into a master’s program for historic preservation. Though the internship’s pay was pitiful, it was manageable, and you had peace with your work, taking pride in visiting sites, your documentation process and photography for your filework later. 

It had been perfectly soothing until fucking recently and now every quiet moment led to intrusive thoughts of a specific, fictional, one-eyed prince.

You refused to be broken by your mind, after all you were a modern, independent woman with items purposefully purchased for whenever a situation called for a DIY orgasm. Your free time was on the weekends and you politely decline your roommates’ invitation to go out with the lie that your lady time has arrived. Only after they left could you truly cater to yourself and what you needed. 

Candles are lit, fresh sheets, every toy out on the covers and you sprawl back on your bed, your hands careful to trace where his hands had been, the bruising grip of his large palms, allowing your mind to flutter back to the Red Keep…

…and much to your disappointment, you find that you are still unable to bring yourself the release you had felt that night. 

This is fine, your subconscious has not ruined you, you think as you scroll through your phone to find blood and flesh, assuming that is what your body was craving.

You had an ex that was a suitable candidate; you dated briefly when you both finished your B.A. but found the next steps of both your academic careers required too much time. It was an amicable end and you still sent the occasional text.  

These texts were unlike the polite ones sent before and he was quick to reply. A week later, you were wearing a fitted black dress with a ribbed texture and an apricot cardigan over it, and ankle boots. You walk to the small bar that is only a few blocks away from your apartment, leaving a bit early to request a spiced rum drink for some liquid courage. 

Your ex finally arrives and he is still just as traditionally handsome in a House Stark sense-oh my goddess, leave that G.R.R.M. thought alone-with a big smile beneath his beard and exuding the same golden retriever kindness as before. The conversation is pleasant, catching up on each other’s life updates until the rum floods your brain and the insatiable ache between your thighs demands action. 

You grab him and the two of you fall away into a corner of the bar, but the moment you taste his lips to your own, you knew no modern man would be able to soothe the consistent ache in your lower abdomen, to satiate the void that gnawed within you. 

He notes your change in your demeanor and breaks away. “Hey, it’s cool if we just remain friends,” he offers with his token, genuine kindness, completely unaware of your internal warfare with your mind. 

There is a moment you think to protest, but decide against it. “Yeah, thanks, sorry,” you reply with a defeatist sigh. “I have, just, really been off lately. I think it’s because of my lady time,” you renew your lie. 

“Oh? I could just walk you home, if you want?” You shake your head, “It’s okay. I am a few blocks away. Thanks anyway.”

Your steps are determined and you make sure to stop at the mart on the way home, grabbing a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a cheap bottle of red dessert wine. In the solitude of your apartment, you grab two coffee mugs, one for ice cream and one for wine, making it easy to walk back to your room.

You throw off your cardigan and shoes, plopping onto your mattress, and fumble with the remote to turn on House of the Dragon, starting at episode eight. 

My subconscious has ruined me, was your last thought, bringing a spoonful to your mouth. 

And here you were, once again, standing in his same room and he, Aemond Targaryen, is seated in the same leather chair and facing the fireplace. The fire crackles loudly and gives a golden hue to the side profile of the prince. His posture is perfect, with one leg crossed on top of the other, his arm poised on the armrest and his thumb running the length of his fingertips and back again. 

“You lied to me.”

Your eyes widen as he pushes from his seat and squares off to you; he is wearing leather trousers and a loose, white tunic with the sleeves rolled up to show his toned forearms decorated with silver hair. His tunic is not laced up and his hard chest peaks beneath, moving with his steady breaths. 

Your heart pounds against your chest at the sight of him, your mind reviewing your last lucid dream of this perfect man who spoke so few words and you knew that you would not dare to lie to him, dream or not. You chew your bottom lip and allow your tongue to wet it, taking slow steps towards him, counting in-between each step to resist throwing yourself at his feet. 

“What do you mean, my prince?” Your tone is controlled, but you can feel the heat in your cheeks. 

He hummed and you swear you saw the hint of a smile touch his lips. “You said you were a whore that my brother had sent,” he continued, taking deliberate steps to close the space between you two. 

Oh, that, you remember the exchange and were quick to say, “My prince,” lowering your lidded eyes. “I had only said that I had been sent for your pleasure,” your tone is coy and your arms cross below your chest to showcase the bit of cleavage allowed with the scoop neckline, noting the dilation of his lavender eye that roams your figure. “You made the assumption that I was just another one of your brother’s whores.” 

You now can see the curl of his lips and you sigh your relief. He steps closer and reaches his hand to touch your jaw; his touch elicits a physical response and goosebumps ripple over your body, your nipples peeking beneath your dress. His lavender eye drinks in your figure. “You never did tell me,” he murmured, his voice dark and velvet.

“I have been sent for your plea-” you tried to begin, but he was quick to cut you off.

“Where are you from?”

Your mind floods with a response: How do I explain I am from the 21st century and he is the figment of my sexy imagination? Your eyes remain locked on the prince and you struggle to control your voice, “I cannot say.” 

His expression is unreadable and his only reply is his low hum, then his hand grasps onto your hips, turning you and bringing your body flush against his chest. He nuzzles into your neck, pushing your hair aside so his mouth can suck and nip at the nape. His large hands grip onto your stomach and follow your curves, moving to the hem of your dress and pulling it to your hips.

You moan from his warm touch as his fingers trace the lace of your cotton thong and move towards your center, titillating your slit. You feel your clit pulsing from his touch and he hums again, hugging you close with one arm wrapping around your waist and his other hand cupping your cloth cunt; his hips roll against you and you can feel his bulge grind against your ass. 

“So fucking wet,” he groans against your neck and more goosebumps ripple in response. 

“Yes, my prince,” you say with your exhale, twisting to face him and find his lips. 

He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and your tongue responds with long, languid movements to drink in the taste of his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck, bruising your lips against his own, and his hands trail the curve of your hips and to your backside, feeling the bare flesh of your ass. His palm rises and slaps soundly against your skin; you squeal in response. “My prince!” You pull back, your cheeks and nose flushed from kissing.

“You act as if no other man has handled you this way,” he smirks. “Wherever you come from, do the men there make you feel a certain way?” 

Fuck me, I have never felt like this, but you feel shy with his question and instead say, “My prince, I have been searching for the pleasure you gave me and I have yet find anything that compares…”

Your answer is petting his ego, yes, but gods he was pretty. You did not expect him to speak further and your body pines to feel his touch, his lips once more. “And when you search to recreate,” his lips curl with his words, “the pleasure I gave you, did you use your hands?”

His tone is low, husky with his question and your cheeks burn when you nod yes. 

“Show me. I want you to touch yourself.”

Before you can comprehend what he said, his hands grab the small of your waist and bring you back towards the bed. He pushes you back, your dress still bunched around your hips, and climbs on top to find your lips for a slow, lingering kiss before moving lower to grab the lace strings to remove your thong.

The cool air nips at the wetness between your thighs and he brings your fingers to his mouth, suckling to lube them. Your back arches from the tickle of his tongue to your fingertips and you pull back your hand, letting it fall between to caress your swollen slit, your eyes never leaving him.

He takes a step back and moves his hands to unlace the top of his trousers, his hand reaching to caress his cock and his steady gaze never leaving you. It feels sinful and you feel the first crest of pleasure wash over, a soft sigh slipping from your lips. 

“Daor,” his voice pulls you from the edge, his gaze darkened on you. “Nyke mērī vestās renigon.”

No. I only said to touch. 

He pulls the loose tunic over his head, his silver hair spilling onto his shoulders and his leather trousers low on his hips, his Adonis belt prominent on his toned abdomen. He moves to press his hands onto the peaks of your thighs, pushing the dress further up and you are quick to peel off the rest in time to see him dip between your thighs. 

His mouth finds your center and you smother yourself in the bunched fabric of your dress as his tongue runs your slit. Aemond pauses and peers at you for a moment. “I need to hear you,” he says, his breath warm on your cunt and you are quick to throw the dress aside. 

He returns his attention, his tongue lavishing you; your hands are eager to comb his silken hair and he hums his pleasure into your cunt. Your moans grow wanton and the pleasure builds towards your crescendo when he stops suddenly.

You prop yourself onto your elbows to look at him and the curl of his lips seem wicked. “I have been waiting for you to return to me,” he said simply. “You will not have your release until I decide.”

Before you can protest, he moves quickly, his hands sink into your flesh with his hold and flipping you onto your stomach, drawing you closer towards the bed edge until your legs drop and your feet touch the cobblestone. You feel his chest press against your backside and the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance before he sinks into you. You moan with his delicious stretch and he gives a low groan as he bottoms out in you, falling forward and pressing his lips to your spine. 

“Just as I remember,” he growls, before his hands grab onto your hips and he ruts into you with a brutal pace. Your arms stretch in front to grab hold of anything as you feel him crash against you, his hip bones digging into the softness of your ass and reaching a depth that has your nipples taut with pleasure. 

“My prince,” your cries are pitiful and you can feel his breath on your spine.

“Ñuha brōzi,” his tone husky. “Vestragon ūja.”

My name. Say it.

“Aemond, please,” you obey, the crescendo building again and you see stars flitting across your vision. “Aemond, Aemond…” 

He can feel the flutter of your cunt but his pace does not cease until he feels you clenching, crying out as your orgasm rolls over your entire body; his thrusts slow with his release and he falls forward, wrapping his arms around you to hold you flush against him for a moment. 

You are torn between the fortune of another successful sexy dream and your realization that your subconscious has absolutely ruined your pussy, but you push the thoughts aside when he pulls you back beneath the covers. You curl up against the prince, your head resting against his chest while his fingertips travel the length of your spine and back. 

“You said I kept you waiting,” you say shyly.

He hums at first and then he says, “I imagine you will leave me again.”

“I will need to,” you feel an ache with your words. “But I will stay as long as I am able to.” 

Aemond hums again and turns to pull you against his chest. You feel the press of his lips to your hairline and feel the flush of goosebumps with the murmur of his words, “Sȳz riña.”

Good girl.