#i dont trust expressions of love or affection at all . i can only tell when its genuine anger

[ennuidays]

soooorrryyyyyyyy

[cookiesandbiscuits]

A Test of Sincerity

Pairing: Lucifer x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff (I don't really know what genre this is exactly)

Summary: After his failed attempt to test you, Lucifer now finds himself bothered with the silent treatment you're giving him, so he decides to apologize and end it once and for all. They say the way to a man's heart is their stomach; surely the same can be said to you, right?

A/N: I promised to make this so here is my retelling of Lucifer's Devilgram story "Trust and Poison"! (Can you tell how much I adore this story? 😆)

This is basically his side of the story, but with a few add-ons (or cut-offs) since I dont remember the story well despite loving it so much =w=;

I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Spoilers for the Devilgram "Trust and Poison"

MASTERLIST

You weren't someone to be trusted.

That was the sentence Lucifer's mind kept repeating whenever he thought of you.

His brothers might find you endearing, but not him. Not when you were already so familiar of his and his brothers' unique quirks despite just meeting them. Not when you were closely acquainted with the sorcerer Solomon, who is known not only for his incredible power but also for his infamous reputation of making demons submit to his will. Not when you have your way of making him lower his guard, as if he had known you for years.

Surely, you must be hiding something. Something that can affect, or worse, harm his brothers.

He will uncover it, no matter what it takes. And he has a perfect plan for it.

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He relishes the way your expression slowly morph into panic as he placed the shiny red apple in front of you.

It was no ordinary apple. It was the Apple of Truth. While it may look like a mouth-watering, juicy apple at first glance, it has the power to kill even a demon if they tell a lie before eating it.

Yes, this was his perfect plan.

If you really were telling the truth, you'd take a bite from the apple and be able to tell the tale. But if not... well, let's just say he'll be glad with the result either way.

A sinister smile formed on Lucifer's lips.

"Well? Answer me. Are you really a demon?"

CREAK

"Lucifer? You're still here?"

Of all the time to– Lucifer clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"What is it, Beel?"

"I'm just here to grab something I forgot... Is that an apple? It looks delicious."

"W-wait...!"

"Beel, no!"

Before the two of you were able to stop him, the sixth-born had already swallowed the apple. And with it, the plan Lucifer had oh-so carefully crafted disappears. It was hard to convince Barbatos to give the apple to him, too.

But what caught the Avatar of Pride off-guard was the panicked look on your face— which was not directed to yourself but to his younger brother.

"Beel, are you okay?! Do you feel weird?! Does your stomach hurt–?!"

"I'm okay... I think. Why? What is it?" Beel tilted his head in confusion.

You let out a sigh of relief before glaring daggers at Lucifer, as if he had done the most horrible thing on the three realms.

"Well, it seems that my job is done for the day, so I'll be taking my leave. I'll be back for tomorrow."

"......."

A loud thud echoed as you closed the door of the assembly hall.

"What?" The eldest said in irritation when he felt the eyes of his brother on him.

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He only did what he had to do, Lucifer says in his mind, trying to justify his actions.

Yet why did he still feel so guilty whenever he sees you?

A few days had passed since his failed attempt to uncover your secret, and you have taken it up to yourself to give him the silent treatment.

He doesn't want to admit it, but it has been bothering him ever since. It has gotten to the point that his brothers also go silent when the two of you were in the same room, making the situation more awkward.

Today, however, he decided that enough was enough.

"Is there something you want? I'm planning to buy some snacks in the convenient store."

"I'm actually craving Barbatos's cake today, but I'm fine with anything that's not too spicy. Thanks, Levi."

Another plan forms on Lucifer's mind.

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"Are you done for today?"

"......."

His question was met with silence.

"Cancel all your plans this afternoon. You're going to accompany me to the Demon Lord's Castle."

This time, you replied with a glare.

"I won't be taking no as an answer. Now come along."

Lucifer opens the door and beckoned you to go outside first. After a few moments, you complied.

A small smile appeared on Lucifer's face.

.........

You were greeted by the prince and his butler once the two of you arrived on the castle.

"I'm glad you will be joining us for tea today. Come, let us go to the garden!" Diavolo says before leading you and Lucifer deeper into the castle grounds.

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"Ahahahaha!"

Lucifer sighed as Diavolo's laugh filled the garden.

"So your plan failed due to Beelzebub's interference, and now they're mad at you. Ahahaha!"

The Avatar of Pride frowned at the crown prince who was clearly amused by the situation.

"It's an awful thing to do! What if something bad happened to Beel?" You ranted.

Diavolo gave you a sympathetic smile in return. "They're right. You shouldn't be testing them, Lucifer."

Lucifer let out another sigh.

"Well, it is perfectly normal to be upset when someone questions your sincerity," Barbatos added. The butler placed a plate of his signature cake in front of you. "Here, have a slice of cake."

"That's why I brought them here as an apology," Lucifer says as he took his teacup from its saucer.

Diavolo looked at him, puzzled. "How is visiting us an apology?"

"They mentioned that they've been wanting to eat Barbatos's cake earlier," Lucifer replied.

This caused you to scoff in offense. "Don't use Barbatos to apologize for your mistake! And stop eavesdropping on other people's conversations!"

"Why, you insolent...!" Lucifer's brow twitched in annoyance as he managed to catch his tongue in the last minute.

He brought you here to resolve the situation, not to make it worse.

"Haha! They might be the only one who could stand up to you like this, Lucifer," Diavolo hummed, definitely enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Lucifer took the fork and stabbed the cake with it.

"The fact of the matter is, I brought you here to make up for my mistake, and you want to eat this cake," he says as he takes a piece of cake with the fork and raised it in front of you. "Here. Open wide."

Now, will you take a bite, and accept his apology? Or will you refuse it and force him to look for another way to apologize?

Well, the rest is up to you to decide.

[kuoukyeee]

Kanoh Agito sfw alphabet

Gender neutral reader (I hope🙏)

This has spoilers👻

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Before and during the tournament he would be more reserved with pda as he didn't know how to express himself and thought affection was a taboo thing. He deffo wasnt used to affection untill you came, the only touch he would've felt would have been during fights and also because not everyone would have the balls to hug this big, muscular, scary guy yk?

But after the tournament when he becomes a cool biker dude and he explores the world and finds himself and shit and has built up trust in you he would deffo be more welcoming towards affection and would initiate it more often. He would stand closer to you, touching shoulders/arms in public with you, if he's in a good mood he even places his hand on your lower back, especially if you are in a crowded/unknown place to make sure you won't get lost. If you go over board with the kisses and hugs I don't feel like he'd mind but he would deffo be taken aback and tell you to calm down if you're in a formal setting.

I feel like in private he'd deffo appreciate long hugs where you are both chest to chest and you can feel eachothers heartbeats, and soft kisses that make both of you melt into eachother and relax.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be one of those trustworthy friends, where you could meet up once a year but still be at the same point where you left off.

He would also be dense, you would have to explain lots of things to him eg slang (and how monsters dont exist). I also feel like you could rant to him about stuff. He wouldn't necessarily gossip with you, but would deffo give straight forward advice and an outsiders point of view.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I feel like when hes not busy he would indulge you , but otherwise he would pry you off (easily cus he stronk💪) even if ur complaining.

He likes when he puts his chin on top of your head and just koala hugs you, as he can feel your warmth and soft breaths, signaling to him that you are alive and safe, unconsciously calming him too.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Once he finds someone who he trusts and can tell his deepest secrets to, he would not hesitate to put a ring on it. Literally, the proposal is probably straight forward and he spills out all of his feelings towards you sincerely while you tear up.

Since he can literally make up a martial art on the spot to counter his opponent, I like to think he's a fast learner and would deffo not mind to lend a hand in daily chores, actually I think he would enjoy it as it makes him feel like a normal person after so many years of people stepping on eggshells around him because of his status as the fang.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would feel very conflicted and heartbroken. Especially if you guys dated for a long time and were very dedicated to eachother.

He would decide breaking up is the best for both of you and confront you, trying to explain to you logically that it is the best thing to do.

It would be so sad too😖, like one of those cowboy movies where the main lead says some romantic shit like "we were not destined to be together in this life" and kisses the romantic interest kunckles and then rides away on a horse ( in his case a motocycle) into the sunset and the romantic interest is just standing there tearing up, watching the figure dissappear, never to be seen again. Both always hoping to encounter eachother again, thinking about 'what ifs', even in old age.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like he wouldn't run away from it, but he wouldn't actively pursue it either. Once he realises he loves you and cant live without you he would propose soon. ( cus he standing on business)

He would maybe marry after at least knowing someone for a good 4 or 5 years, since yk he cant trust any random aquaintance, as he was/is the fang of metsudo, he needs to be alert.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally- At the beginning, I think he's less considerate of other peoples opinions, so he would be straight forward with you, which can cause some arguments or you feeling belittled. However, he improves at communicating and sensing if somethings wrong. I also think he would come to realise that you would do things in his interest, like sacrificing something so it benefits him and he would realise that relationships are give and take, which helps with his attitude towards all of his relationships.

Physically- you are definitely weaker or slightly weaker than him. So he is very aware that he has to be careful with you, though some times you need to remind him, as before most physical touch he had was in fights where he could use all of his strength, so he can forget at times.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesnt LOVE hugs but he deffo appreciates and feels loved when you hug him. He might forget to hug you sometimes, but once he remembers 'oh shit I have an s/o and in relationships you need to do this kind of stuff' he would search for you and give you a hug.

His hugs would envelop you with warmth and genuine love. He cant really let his guard down and be very comfortable with others, so he learns to appreciate these little moments you guys have.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Once again, he's very dense. So he would forget to say lovey-dovey stuff, until he sees something on tv like a romantic movie, or someone teases him about your guys' relationship. He realises his mistake and tries to remember for the future, so he can drop the L bomb in a romantic setting.

He probably says I love you like half a year or more into dating.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesnt get jealous easy from lowkey comments made towards you, as he doesnt realise the intent behind them most of the time, so he brushes them off.

However if someone cat calls you or tries pulling any moves he does get relatively jealous only if it is a regular occurrence/ adds up over time.He grabs you close, makes sure the threat is away and then make sure you're okay. He might sulk for a bit, but if you reassure him he does calm down. He could never be sulky for too long as its not your fault.

HOWEVER if you do something to make him jealous, he would get cold towards you and he would no longer consider you to be trustworthy and would consider breaking up. Second guessing your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are heavy and rough if he guides them and he has slightly chapped lips. If you guide them he will go with your flow and let you take the lead.

He probably likes to kiss you on your shoulders or on your cheeks cus it feels intimate, idk.

He probably likes it when you kiss his jaw, i feel like it would make him melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's straight forward with them and a little distant with ones that aren't his own, not because he doesn't like them, but because i feel like he could only have a strong bond with his own. He wouldn't feel a duty to get involved with them if they weren't his.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most of the time he's awake before you, just staring at you sleeping, once you wake up he hugs you closer , encouraging you to get out of bed after lazing about for a bit. He probably has no problem getting out of bed in the morning, so if you do he helps you do your morning routine. He might help you pick an outfit for the day, help you cook, brush his teeth with you, or even join you in the shower.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like he sleeps like a log. You either sleep on his fat boobie or bicep and he just throws his arm over you. Or he traps you in bed with a bear hug. He probably has nightmares sometimes or has trouble sleeping.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He has to trust you a lot in order to reveal things about his past. It probably takes him a few years to fully tell you everything as he doesn't want to scare you and push you away.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He seems quite collected, so it doesn't seem like he would argue about pointless things. He would only loose his cool if it was something serious like your safety etc.

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember quite a lot as he listens more than he talks. However if he had something on his mind or was worried about something he can forget.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The scenic motorcycle rides with you and how much you enjoyed them.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would be very protective over you and would show no mercy to anyone who harms you, or has intentions to. He would use his raw strength and let out his formless stance to eliminate the threat. I don't think he would need to be protected tbh, he can hold out on his own.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's very inexperienced in love, so he would need to put in quite a bit of effort in to special events. But for everyday tasks it flows easily for him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He might put his work as the fang as a higher importance than you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't really care, but i think he deffo knows he has a fit body. There's no way no fan of his in the kengan matches hasn't told him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. You are one of the only things which makes him feel normal and loved.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He melts when he feels your arms around his waist while he drives you around on his motorcycle.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He probably wouldn't like someone if they are not loyal.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He twitches in his sleep, which sometimes makes you wake up.

AHHHH this was so long to write 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

[wraith-caller]

i saw this art on the hellsite that was a really good idea and so well designed. it was the seven deadly sinse with ER characters. more specifically, demigods, except...

Fia was lust. and i was weirdly bummed out by that. i dont think she represents lust at all, and it was very random to have her be the 1 non-demigod in the group. the sex she has is not coming from a place of lust, it comes from a place of subservience and duty. its the opposite of lust, it's perfunctory. i hate this word bc of how the internet has made it near meaningless, but, it comes from a place of being groomed and conditioned, forced into a role she never asked for and was born into. so it felt like both a misapplication and a missed opportunity, because there IS a demigod who DOES represent lust quite well and his name is mohg.

mohg actively lusts after miquella, desiring to become his consort and offering his own blood to him, stealing and coveting him. he's so blind with his desire for miquella, he sooner seems to think we are there for MIQUELLA than his great rune! ("miquella is mine and mine alone" on player kill). He lusts after a reality where he is beloved and can share his maladjusted brand of love with others. he takes without consent, repeatedly, not just miquella but his war surgeons, and maybe even his bloody fingers(do they know theyre going to be driven mad by the cessblood when they take it? it's not like varre gives us any warnings about how it might affect us). the lack of love in mohg's life has so clearly affected how he expresses it himself. he's known SO much pain that when a mother who comes to him acknowledging that pain and telling him the suffering is not pointless but is in fact the key to truth and love, both things mohg has been denied all his life, of course he takes to it. of course he agrees and wants to share that 'love' with others, and wants them to 'love' him back.

mohg's lust is in turns twisted and tragic and pitiable and hideous, so it's very compelling compared to anything you could use to connect fia with lust. OTHERS may lust after fia, but she doesn't use that as a weapon. she presents herself as someone for others to trust and confide in, and doesn't use sex to do that, but her words and praise. the only one SHE comes anywhere near lusting for is godwyn. but she doesn't lust for him, she CARES for him. she wants to help him, but her tools are limited and so she uses the ones she has, the ones she has been raised with, taking the role she was assigned against her will and reshaping it into something she finds fulfilling. it isn't lust that drives her to godwyn, it's a desire for freedom, for self-determination, and it's care for others who have been similarly outcast by the world the same way she has by her own country.

idk. it just felt reductive and ruined the whole piece for me. it was very great art otherwise so hopefully no one takes this as me like shaming the artist for their choices. everyone has different visions for stuff. just having thoughts, on my blog.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Affectionate S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Fubuki, Shouko ]

[ One Punch Man ] [ Komi-san can't comunicate ]

Despite the fact that im incredibly affectionate I had some troubles to write this because i didn't know how to express it hahaha

Please remember that i only write for gender neutral, and I don't write for Tatsumaki so she's out

Anyways, it was interesting to write, hope you enjoy!

Fubuki

Fubuki is a rather prideful woman, she holds a lot of pride for her power and what she had achieved on the hero fundation, however she is rather emotional too, deep down she feels insecure and tent to doubt herself some times, so when she actually gets into a relationship is with someone she trust and knows can show her more vulnerable side

Just as she holds pride from her powers she also holds pride from her relasionship, she loves you dearly and doesn't has problem with showing to everyone how a wonderful partner she has, and yet when is you the one talking good of her she actually gets flustered rather easily

Fubuki shows a prideful expression whenever she is bragging about you with others (even when her subordinates) but whenever she is with you her expression softens, even when she speak with the same determination and pride there is a lot of love in her behavior. She lets herseft be vulnerable with you, so you showing so much love and affection during those times goes directly towards her heart

Fubuki can easily handle compliments, telling herself that she used to them for her position and power, but the truth is that deep inside of her is making her heart go faster, she is more used to feel like nothing compared to her sister so reciving sincere compliments from someone she loves hits her harder that how she likes to admit, it make her feel special and loved

Telling her that you love her directly makes her more flustered and can catch her off guard, it quickly make her flustered but still she tries to keep her composture (funny because her cheeks are all red), specially if you two are in public (her subordinates just get used to seeing you being affectionate with her and see her all flustered, they normally don't say nothing about it but they share some silly smiles with each other, happy for you two)

Being physicaly affectionate towards her has an even bigger effect on her, that makes her more flustered but she never fails to return the gesture, she prefer if you dont do it in public because of her reputation and because she can't resist the urge to cuddle you and kiss you more whenever you are being so cute, physical affection out of nowhere always catch her off guard, even if you already were by her side, however there are also some times where she is the one initiating the affection (that doesn't mean she wont be a little blushy)

She doesn't mind at all you being affectionate, in fact she really enjoy it, but prefer if you do it whenever is just the two of you or at least out of her work, she just can get easily distracted by you and she doesn't want to take the risk of you getting in danger because she couldn't concentrate in her surroundings

Shouko Komi

Shouko suffer from a severe anxiety, what lead her to have a lot of difficulties in her day by day, still that doesn't stop her from loving you and wanting to be with you

It would take her a lot from her to be able to get used to be in a relationship, but as much as it make her feel anxious and even insecure she tries her best to overcome her insecurities and take some steps forward, trying to show you her love in diferent ways, however your affectionate behavior doesn't make things easy for her

Shouko isn't used to affection, most part of her family aren't physicaly affectionate and just shows their care and love in their own indirect ways, so suddenly having someone who is actively and openly affectionate towards her is really new, it make her feel really anxious because she doesn't know how to answer, it would take her a while to get used to it

Shouko is more used to don't have friends and be ignored, and suddenly being in the spotlight is dificult for her, most of the time she relay on you and in Hitohito for comfort whenever it came to trying new things (but she is slowly improving to be more open), and since you two are dating she relay more on you now, however she freeze whenever you are affectionate to her in an attempt to comfort her or make her feel safe, she wants to run away and hide for feeling flustered but at the same time she just want to melt under your loving touch

In other cases, where you are affectionate and shows her love just because you felt like it isn't different, everytime she is shocked, staring at you for a moment before nervously trying to think on what to do, should she say something? Should she return the gesture? Should just stand there? Can she run away to try and hide her inmense blush?

Being affectionate with words, by telling her how much you love her or compliments are easier to handle for her, it will flustered her (specially if you insist on what you tell her) but definetly is something she can handle, but being physicaly affectionate is more difficult for her to handle, she will freeze until she finally fully process what it is happening and is able to return the gesture, shy and completely flustered but she does return the gesture (or at least try)

As much as she gets flustered and even anxious, Shouko doesn't want you to stop, she loves any loving gesture you have with her, she probably freeze in the spot and become a blushing mess but she totally love it, if you try to stop yourself from showing affection in attempt to don't make her feel anxious, like diminishing your affection, stoping at half way or even apologizing it would affect her more than the actual affection, she grows to love it quite a lot and she can actually feel the lack of it, she will try to win the courage to tell you to please don't stop, she does want you to continue being affectionate, she wants to melt under your embrace and heard you tell her sweet nothings (well, that last part she isn't able to actually say it)

Requested by @the-ultimate-puppteer

[malka-lisitsa]

❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜

(after he went to new orleans)

You absolute monster. Alexa play if you loved me why'd you leave me.

It's a very guttural impulse for Katherine to want to lash out and snap at him. To tell him he's a fucking liar and that he never loved her. All he ever cared about was Klaus. If you know her, and her expressions well enough you could see all of the biting remarks caged behind her teeth just barely held back.

It's difficult for her, to try and see some kind of reasoning in abandonment that isn't just that she deserves it. Or that nothing prior to said abandonment was real. It's hard for her to find a logic in any situation involving picking Klaus over her that isn't boiled down to just that. Picking Klaus over her.

"You weren't supposed to leave." It's spoken in a tone you can tell holds bitterness and resentment.

"I didn't give Klaus that information for you to side with him. I gave it to him so WE could be FREE of HIM and finally get to live." A little more bite to that one, this doesn't look good.

"I gave him that information for US and you picked HIM AGAIN." Katherine snapped, she's devolving in her anger its going south fast.

"How am I ever supposed to believe that you love me when I will always be second. Always and forever right? I'm the love of your life as long as KLAUS doesn't need something first right?"

"I BEGGED you not to leave and you turned around like you were walking out on a stranger. Did you think the forehead kiss would make it better? Did you think that bullshit half ass display of affection would soften your BLATANT ABANDONMENT?" Katherine hissed, eyes watering, she's losing her control over her emotions, the hurt is way too strong.

"And before you feed me some kind of BULLSHIT answer that you did it for this reason or for that reason- I NEEDED YOU. I NEEDED YOU WITH ME. I WANTED A LIFE WITH YOU. I WAS READY TO LEAVE. TO GO. TO FINALLY TRY BE THE GIRL YOU REMEMBERED. I was ready to let go of STEFAN for YOU. I PICKED YOU- and you did WHAT?" She snapped, stepping closer, getting in his face.

"You LEFT me and you picked KLAUS." This time she actually made contact and shoved him back a little.

"I trusted you to love me and you left me. No the fuck you DON'T."

"NO YOU DONT FUCKING LOVE ME ELIJAH. STOP. LYING."

"You and I both know you only love me when it works into your schedule between giving Klaus his reach around and being DAGGERED because you're a fucking MORON."

So much for biting her anger and hurt back.

[multiplicity-positivity]

hi there! maybe you have some advice for this: how do you convince your system you probably have a physical disability?

im being kind of vague because im not 100% sure but its really exhausting to deal with this. everyone in our system but me and a few others are ignoring the clear signs (of a specific thing i dont wanna name) and i dont know what to do to convince them to AT LEAST look into it and try to get help. its tiring and frustrating to be the only one trying to do anything, especially because i only really front when we're having particularly bad/noticable symptoms.

its just, theyre all treating it like its fine? like its just a joke? when its not? i think everyone is just in denial and doesnt want to aknowledge the possibility of also being physically disabled because theyre worried about "taking away from people who are really disabled" as if we arent.

tldr: system is in denial about us having some sort of physical disability for sure, and i dont have the energy to do ALL the research and such on my own. help?

Hi! This sounds like a lot for one headmate to deal with on your own. We’re sorry to hear that you’re having trouble getting your headmates to take your concerns seriously! There’s a few things we can think of which may be able to help you here.

1. Could you call a system meeting and be up front with them about your suspicions? Often systems have symptom holders, and they may genuinely not be aware of the full extent of y’all’s symptoms because they’re just not experiencing them like you are. So perhaps some clear and blunt communication about what you’re going through and what your thoughts are might get through to them! If there are others who are also taking your concerns seriously, maybe you could try to speak to them beforehand to see if they can have your back during this meeting. You can say that you are not being heard, respected, or taken seriously by your headmates, and tell them how their actions are making you feel!

2. Could you get some outside help? Whether or not you have a loved one who knows about your system, could you voice your concerns about this potential disability to a friend, family member, doctor, therapist, or other trusted person? This way, you become less reliant on your headmates who don’t believe you about this disability and are able to receive some support from someone else. They may be able to help you get in touch with a specialist or someone who could eventually diagnose your system, if diagnosis is something you want!

3. Could you keep a symptom log in a visible place where other headmates can see it? When you’re struggling, record it! Keep track of your symptoms and how they are affecting you. Then perhaps leave that log in a place where you know other headmates may encounter and read it. If you are a symptom holder, they very well may not be aware of the full extent that these problems are affecting you. So leaving a record that clearly expresses your distress and discomfort may help them start to understand what you’re going through.

4. Could you remind them that ignoring a disability doesn’t make it go away? In fact, doing so can cause it to worsen over time. We recognize that you may definitely understand this fact! But it may be worth it to remind your headmates of this at every opportunity. Until they take your concerns seriously enough to get y’all to someone outside your system who can help you, keep reminding them that, if your suspicions are correct and they continue to disrespect you by denying your concerns, the whole collective may face dire consequences in the future.

Also going along with this point ^ one person being disabled doesn’t “take anything away” from other disabled people. If you all have this physical disability, then you are already disabled, whether they want to admit it or not! You won’t be taking away resources allocated for “actually disabled” people by at least looking in to the possibility of having this disability. There’s not a set limit of disabled people who are allowed to exist in the world. ALL disabled people deserve resources and support, even those who are questioning, undiagnosed, or have seemingly “minor” disabilities.

We know that a lot of these choices may end up causing a bit of conflict, but for many systems, conflict is unavoidable. It seems to us like your genuine concerns for the safety of your body and your system aren’t being taken seriously… and we really hope that this will change in the future! We’re going to link our post on handling in-system conflict in case it may help you in any way:

We hope this helps! Again, we’re really sorry you’re going through this. We hope that your fellow system members will be able to start taking your concerns seriously very soon!

[starrymothastrology]

Hey i just noticed you are doing a lilith series and i dont know much about it. So I thought of asking you, my lilith's in cancer in both 11H and 12H. Lilith sextile north node and trine south node,Lilith conjunct lilith, Lilith sextile mc and Lilith sq fortune, lilith square jupiter also lilith trine uranus. Honestly, I don't even know the meaning of these in aspect to lilith and its so confusing. I would appreciate it if you tell me what you think about it🐳

Hello!

I can try to help you decipher the meanings of your Lilith aspects and such through going one by one.

First, though, I should mention that I'm a bit stumped about the houses you've mentioned. Is your Lilith on a cusp? Lilith should have its own house in your natal chart. For example, as shown in my Cafe Astrology Natal Report, my Sagittarius Lilith is in 6H, despite my 6H in the Placidus listing Scorpio as my 6H.

To start, a few of the aspects you mentioned are ones that don't necessarily affect your expression in life (aspects with the south node, fortune and the conjunct with natal Lilith). These are usually transit aspects (only affect individuals at a particular time), but may also affect synastry (astrological compatibility with partners).

North Node is a bit different, however, because the North node shows your life lessons and where you wish to strive (as opposed to South Node's indication of your comfort/habitual spot). Having your North Node sextile to Lilith indicates that your sense of destiny is easily expressed as long as you stay authentic and follow your inner self and instincts. You have a sense of fulfillment when you achieve freedom, independence and allow your sexual energy to be expressed.

Things get a little more straightforward from here, though.

Lilith Sextile Midheaven: You have an innate ability to tap into your authentic self-expression and shine in public with an unconventional approach, natural charisma and magnetic presence. This aspect encourages you to break free from societal norms and take the path less traveled, as well as embrace your uniqueness in casual and professional settings alike.

Lilith Square Jupiter: This placement reveals hidden potentials and urges you to uncover and harness them to become the best, most authentic version of yourself. Think of it as celestial intervention to aid you in elevating you to your highest being. The energy it will being will compel you to take risks, rise up against your circumstances and help you reach your truest self. You may get overwhelmed by intense optimism or pessimism in the face of life decisions, but in the end, by trusting your inner guidance, you can navigate challenges (and the world) with greater confidence than you had.

Lilith Trine Uranus: You have a harmonious alignment within you between wild, repressed feminine energy from Lilith, and the symbols of individuality, freedom and revolution from Uranus. This placement promotes freedom, autonomy, creativity, and individuality, all fostering your personal growth by embracing your authentic self and challenging societal expectations. It can also bring you a revolutionary and transformative approach to your spirituality, inspiring you to explore alternative belief structures and challenge traditional religion.

Seeing as your Lilith is in Cancer, my summary just off of these details is that you are someone who, deep down, has the fight in them to challenge the societal meaning of "strong", and feels that being an emotional person is not a sign of weakness, but of power. People may have judged or tried to repress your emotional side, but you have a voice in you that knows there is nothing wrong with expressing how you feel. A good quote that these placements are making me think of would be (if I'm remembering it right): "just because I'm crying doesn't mean I won't slap you in the face".

And honestly, I love all of that you you.

Hope this helps! <3

[safetycar-restart]

What if Charles over hears you ranting about something/ someone over the phone and he thinks you’re talking about him and then he’s all sad and deeply into this floaty/subby headspace thinking you don’t want him anymore and then after a while of him literally walking on eggshells around you, you find out and make him feel all better !! Because subby!Charles deserves the best.

You guys know that I'm always up for torturing Charles, so this is perfect I love it.

Maybe you're ranting about a friend who wont leave you alone and wants so much energy from you? Charles misses the part of the conversation where you say the friend's name, so he assumes you're complaining about him, about how he's always following you around and texting you and needing attention.

But you would never, EVER, say that about your subby boy. Charles can be as needy as he wants. Always.

In fact, a big part of why you're annoyed with this friend wanting so much of your time is because you want that time to go to Charles. No one else deserves the amount of time that Charles gets. Charles is your top priority and you dont want to be distracted by someone else.

Except Charles doesnt know that, so he thinks he's the problem.

And his little heart just breaks, because he thought you loved how needy he was? He thought you enjoyed looking after him and hearing about his day and giving him cuddles and forehead kisses.

Were you... were you lying? Do you not want him anymore?

He falls into this sad, subby headspace, curling up on the bed crying softly. He thinks that you must just be pretending to like him, that you want him gone, that you're going to kick him out soon. He curls himself around your pillow, wanting so badly to go find you for cuddles and reassurance but being far too scared that that will only make you upset with him.

He doesnt know what to do. Normally when he feels like this he goes straight to you, trusting you to take care of him, but now he's feeling this because you dont want to take care of him.

That's you find him, crying in the bed and hugging your pillow.

You have no idea what's happened, but your sweet boy is crying in bed so something must be very wrong. You get into bed with him, pulling him into your chest and trying your best to calm him down.

He hugs you tight, thankful for the comfort even though he doesnt know if you actually want to give it or not.

When you ask him what's wrong, he just sniffles and ask you if you want him to be less needy. You frown, beyond confused by that question because you always make sure to praise him every time he expresses his needs.

You try to comfort him, telling him that you would never be upset with him for being needy and that you love taking care of him.

Except he doesnt tell you that he overheard you? So you don't realise he thinks you lied to him.

So he tries his best to not be needy over the nest few days. You're so confused, because usually he's always coming to you for affection and comfort.

Until one day you confront him and then he admits that he overheard you. Maybe he even begs you to give him another chance? Promises that he can manage to be less needy.

Your heart breaks when you realise that Charles has been feeling this for days, that he genuinely thought you would complain to a friend about him being too needy.

When you tell him it was about someone else, that you would NEVER ever say something like that about him, that actually you wanted this one friend to give you some space because you didnt want to be distracted from looking after your good boy.

He starts crying again when he hears that, but this time from relief? It's almost overwhelming how relieved he is. He couldn't handle the thought that his dom didnt like how much attention he needs.

He's extra clingy for the next few days, looking for extra reassurance and praise.

(And also he wants the name and address of the friend who was overwhelming you so that he can hunt them for sport because no one, and I mean NO ONE, gets to be needy with you but him)

[tastyrosepetal]

for some reason, there’s a recurring trend in my life where people just don’t believe me no matter what i try to say and no matter how genuine and honest i am. i think it kind of makes me go a little crazy, in a really bad way. the feeling of screaming and begging for people to believe you over something you know is completely true, when you’ve never lied to them before, but they still refuse to trust you.

i think my mom is the first person to have done this with me in my life. she still does it. no matter how much i insist on something, even if i never lie to her over anything (even white lies), i am never telling the truth. i am never trusted.

the only “lying” i ordinarily let myself do is my masking. i don’t like lying for other things. a lot of people don’t really like my masking for being a lie, though, even though other people mask all the time. i guess it’s because my masking is more dire? i’m pretending to care, and have an emotional attachment to a person or situation. i guess that makes people feel uneasy, because everyone loves to emphasize how “emotions” and “empathy” and “love” makes you a good person.

honestly i still don’t know what love is exactly??? at least to me. because imo love is different for everyone. i don’t really know how to define it for myself when i have no empathy. sometimes i’ll be made to think about why i love someone, or why an oc loves their partner, and i feel like a piece of shit because i feel like all of my (or the oc’s) reasonings are selfish??? i always hear about people being like, “i love her because she’s so hardworking” or “he’s really passionate about his interests” or something. and i always feel such a way because i never really care about things like that? yeah ill notice it but it doesn’t make me LOVE someone. all my reasons for loving someone that i can think of tend to be in relation to me in some way. could that really be “love”? could love be selfish in such a way and still be “good”? why do i love people to begin with? because they’re nice to me? but that’s not enough. anyone could be nice to me. what makes these specific people special? why do i call it love to begin with when i don’t really know what the word means? why do i hate saying that i love people to their faces?

is it because by saying it, and by them hearing it, that makes it real, and thus it’s capable of being broken or severed afterwards? is it because i’m actually expressing vulnerability, and i don’t like doing that to begin with? why do i not like hearing it being said to me? why do i not like being faced with other people’s vulnerability, but only for this? i have a kind of fascination with people’s deepest feelings, but i dont like when they tell me they love me. but i DO like it when people tell me how they feel about me otherwise, because it helps me feel like i exist.

why is it specifically the words “i love you” that i have a problem with, when i like it when people tell me WHY they love me, instead (because it helps me feel like i exist)? but why do i also feel an aversion to affection similar to that of love letters, where the other person just praises me the entire time? wouldn’t that be contradicting what i just said?

is it because i feel like praise towards me is false or misguided? most of my“self” is my mask. people praising me must be praising my mask. they are praising and showing affection for someone that isn’t me. “you are so cute” “you are so sweet” “you care so much” that isn’t me. i made that person up. don’t say those things when you couldn’t love or even handle the real me. i think that’s what it feels like.

[bullet-ant]

im going to try to describe in as few words as i possibly can why i think i developed avoidant personality disorder and offer some insight into how it has affected me personally. (i apologize if its constructed messily Lol)

first, i am going to quickly describe a memory and discuss my dad because i think it gives some good backstory to the points im about to describe:

when i was five years old, i had just received some incredibly good news while i was at home with my father who had just got the news too

i was absolutely brimming with so much joy and love and adoration for my dad in that moment that i wanted to tell him i loved him. i knew better than to do so, because he would always withdraw and wretch at me when i did, but i was just so happy and full of love. i thought maybe, since the news was good, he wouldnt wretch at me for saying it this time, so i took the risk and said it. "i love you", saturated with pools and pools of my deepest love and affection for him—it came bursting out of my heart.

he did immediately proceed to wretch at me, right in my face, and the joy and love i felt was instantaneously extinguished. suddenly i no longer cared about the good news. i never said those words to anyone ever again (even to this day as an adult i have not uttered that phrase to anyone since LOL). from this, i internalized my fathers disgust for me—for my identity—as something inherently wrong and gross with me at my core.

this was just one memory of thousands. my dad humiliated and degraded me in millions of other ways my entire childhood—it was chronic—and he let me know everyday that i was unloved.

every time i made the mistake of expressing myself in front of him he would reject me, so i put myself on lockdown and learned not to give anyone anything to humiliate or degrade or reject me with. if i give my dad nothing—if i express no feeling—hell, if i just turn all my feelings off—then i'll never experience the urge to express myself, and therefore will never experience the rejection that i know is imminent.

i perceive everything as though its an attack on my identity because that is all i ever knew. being myself never once yielded me love—it only ever yielded certain rejection and subsequently utter humiliation. in everyone i see daily reminders of who i was to my dad—cringeworthy, disgusting, shameful, humiliating, and most importantly, unlovable.

there was a certain point where i decided that, if that was how everyone was going to see me, it wasnt worth being seen at all. i decided that the only person worthy of knowing me was me. i shut down and split myself into two selves. my "false self"—whose job it is to handle all people-related dealings and guard the "true self"—the version of me that is really me.

when i am acting as the "false self", i am anhedonic. i struggle with the flat effect and to put the correct facial expressions on my face at the right times. the false self is mild, phony, and unfeeling. her job is to nod her head and always say all the right things without ever having to say too much; she says just enough to get people off my back. i am always acting as the false self so long as i am around another person—be it my family, friends, coworkers, etc. It is impossible for me to trust or even love anybody no matter how "close" they are to me because I am burdened with the knowledge that none of these people could ever truly love me back. they can (and will) reject me at any moment i let my guard down.

i often have a tendency to aggressively lash out at everyone because by default i assume their primary objective in trying to know me is just to reject (and further humiliate) me. obviously this is a problematic behavior, and it only serves to make me even less easy to love while also driving more and more people out of my life

when i expressed to my father that i loved him and he rejected me, humiliation and rejection became a trigger for me. nobody likes rejection—this is true—but i dont like rejection because i experienced it chronically, every waking day of my childhood. that is much different from someone who only experienced the normal amount of rejection on occasion or every so often. when rejection is chronic, it becomes impossible to separate it from who you are. it will make you feel as though you are on fire—i believe it's why avoidants fear it so viscerally

these are just a few of my thoughts; if you read this far thank you!!! please feel welcome to add your own insights or ideas (if any). this disorder is a massive iceberg, this post cant even begin to cover every way it has degraded the quality of my life. if you have any your own thoughts dont be afraid to share them👋

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#5

L O L can you do 1&2 with spencer reid? 2 literally made me laugh out loud

fun fact: when i made prompt #2 it was originally the basis of a concept i had for another one shot that i never wrote LMAO so thank you for requesting it!!

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

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You and Spencer had been sprawled on his bed, staring at one another with smiles plastering your faces. Nights like these were your favorite. You’d go on a date, get back to one of your places, and have the most passionate night before admiring each other and falling asleep.

Tonight though, your mind wasn’t ready for sleep right away.

You thought about how you met at a bar six months ago, how you’ve been dating for four of those six months, and how no matter how much time has passed, you felt nothing but love for him.

Unknowingly to you, the expressions on your face were very telling, and you didn’t have to say a word for Spencer to see the amount of love that was coming from you, and as much as his heart jumped at the thought of you loving him the same way he so desperately loves you, he was scared.

He was scared that he’d break your heart. He was scared that his baggage will affect you just as much as it affects him. He was scared that once you said those words that couldn’t be taken away so easily, that once you put your heart on the line, he was going to be the one inevitably making you put your guard up. So, as soon as he saw the deep breath you took, and the way your lips formed the forbidden three word, eight letter sentence, his eyes widened in panic.

“I lo—”

His hand shot up in a stop motion, “wait, before you love me…”

Your jaw dropped open at the sudden outburst, and you gave a small nod, “o…kay?”

“I’m a mess. My life is a mess. My head is a complete mess and I just wanted you to know that before you decided to actually say it… I know we’ve been together for some time but I just… yeah.”

Spencer didn’t know what reaction he was expecting from you, but it sure as hell wasn’t laughter. After a minute he began to deflate, obvious rejection on his face, but as soon as you caught it, you abruptly stopped.

“Spencer, I’m laughing because I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone this much.” His furrowed brows and tilted head caused you to let out a sigh and trace his jawline. “Sweetie, I know you’re a mess. That’s actually one of the biggest things I love about you. Your job is horrid and I couldn’t imagine doing what you do, so embrace that mess, because that mess helped save so many lives.”

“Okay, you're allowed to love me now.”

A chuckle left your lips, “that’s all it took? I had to acknowledge that you’re a complete mess of a human being?”

His soft laughter filled the silence once you were done speaking, and he grabbed onto the hand that had been on his jaw. “Yes, actually. You didn’t just brush it off or try to say that I wasn’t. No one’s ever done that.”

“That’s good to know. Anytime you need me to call you out like that, let me know.”

He just about completely ignored the words from your mouth for a moment as he looked at you with the most mesmerizing smile. “I absolutely love you too, by the way.”

“I know…” his raised eyebrow prompted you to continue. “You didn’t want me putting my love out on the line without fully knowing what I was getting into. You weren’t selfish. That’s all the proof I need.”

“You could become a profiler with those observation skills.”

Once again, a laugh erupted from your chest. “I think I’ll save that to the very smart man next to me.”

The two of you shared another laugh before going in for one last kiss— a kiss that felt like a promise for so many things to come of this relationship— a kiss that made the both of you know that Spencer Reid’s life, mess and all, would do nothing but make your love stronger, never weaker.

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115 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#4

“I have this problem. I don’t want to feel things for you but at the same I have this need to be near you 24/7.” with spence and fem or gn!reader please 🥺

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

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Everything was going wrong. Absolutely, irrevocably, wrong. When you joined the BAU, you planned to focus on nothing but work— sure, you could be friends with your coworkers, but you refused to go into “best friend” territory.

And oh, how much better this would all be if it was just “best friend” territory that you found yourself stumbling into… no, this was worse. You were… feeling things? For your coworker? For Spencer Reid?

You think back to where it began; a case in Washington required you and Spencer to go undercover together as a couple. It was actually something you were looking forward to. Spencer was kind and smart and you knew any time you worked with him the job would get done. You think it was the close proximity that made your stomach the home to multiple butterflies. Or it could’ve been the way he made sure you were always safe, putting you first. Or maybe it was the way he would occasionally make a small joke to calm any nerves you had and you couldn’t help but actually laugh because… well, because you found him to be one of the funniest people you’ve met.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Because of these feelings and thoughts and overall fondness you suddenly found in him, you decided avoidance was the best option. If you didn’t talk to him or left at any opportunity when he entered a room, it would be easy to try and get over whatever you’re feeling. Or so you thought.

Apparently subtlety wasn’t your strong suit, and everyone could see right through you. Because of this, Hotch very clearly assigned you and Spencer to work on the geographical profile together, leaving the two of you alone for multiple uncomfortable hours.

There wasn’t much noise going on in the room as you both looked over files, marking on the map every now and then, only the occasional shuffle coming from Spencer when he would shift in his seat. About 30 minutes in though, you heard the clearing of this throat before he spoke up for the first time.

“Have I done anything… uh, anything to you? Because it seems as though there’s a problem between us and I promise if I did something it wasn’t intentional. I just—”

“Reid,” you began, cutting him off and causing him to actually look at you, “we don’t have a problem. I do. I um, I have this problem. I don’t want to feel things for you but at the same I have this need to be near you 24/7. So I just… thought that by not being near you, it would… go away.”

“You… feel things for me?”

“Let’s not make it a big thing, okay?” You bit on your bottom lip, looking back down at the paper in front of you until his voice caused you to once again look his way.

“I don’t necessarily see it as a problem.” The lifting of your eyebrow prompted him to continue. “I mean, I too want to be near you, and I’m also feeling… things, but it’s not a problem for me. Quite the opposite, actually.”

Your face flushed at his confession, and you sat up straighter. This really wasn’t in your plan when you joined the BAU, but now thinking about it more— the idea that Spencer feels the same thing for you as you do for him… it didn’t… feel too bad. “Okay, um, well maybe one day, you can take me out and… help me see that this really isn’t a problem…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Spencer quickly nodded his head. Now, with a heat rising on both of your faces, you each went back to work in silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for you after this case.

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123 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#3

“i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just… it’s a lot.”

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pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

content warning: mentions of maeve plot line, mentions of stalker (relating to case)

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Spencer was having a really bad day. Well, not just day, more like week. The current case the team had been gifted with revolved around a stalking situation involving a young brunette, and the motive clearly being jealousy. To say it was hitting a little too close to home for him was an understatement. Not only was the case making him a wreck, but you, the newer-but-not-so-new agent had been down his neck all week as well, clearly sensing his bad attitude.

When you first joined the team, Spencer thought the two of you would get on well, but then when he was mid-ramble, giving statistics and leading up to a big discovery in your first case, you cut him off, beating him to the punch (you swore it wasn’t intentional and the words just slipped out of your mouth from pure excitement over the finding, but he didn’t really believe it, being one to get cut off a lot). So since that day, he was nothing but short with you, and if he had to work with you for periods of time longer than five minutes, he quickly became agitated.

Now, in the current case with the way you would send him worried glances, the agitation was there, but it was quickly turning into defeat— tired from the constant nagging in his brain about his past and how similar it felt right now. He was alone in the precinct’s conference room, head down with his palms pressing into his eyes, willing himself to get over it and focus on the file in front of him when you poked your head in the room.

“Um, hey, Spencer.”

The sound of your voice caused a sigh to slip his lips and he sat up, turning towards you with an unamused look. “What? What do you want?”

Whenever Spencer acted this way towards you, there was alway this fire that would start in the pit of your stomach, and you wanted nothing more than to serve right back what he originally dished out. But you never did. You never did because despite the way he could have an attitude to your disliking, you saw the Spencer that would brightly talk to Penelope, or the Spencer that would endure Morgan’s teasing, or even the Spencer that looked after Henry and showed nothing but love for the kid. However, that didn’t stop the eye rolling or scoffs you’d let out, making sure he knew you were aware of the blatantly rude behavior— there was only so much you could take.

You took a timid step into the room before closing the door behind you, and you crossed your arms over your body, “I was just checking up on you. You’ve been on your own a lot”.

He could see the sincerity in your eyes, and he didn’t know whether he hated or appreciated it. “I- it’s uh, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Spencer, you’re clearly not okay. I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to about this, but I can tell something’s up. I mean, you’ve been so in your head during this case that you’ve barely said one snarky remark towards me.”

At that, he let out a scoff. You were right. Despite the feeling of annoyance he’s felt from your glances the whole time, he hasn’t actually said anything to you regarding them. Taking a moment to himself, he spoke quietly, “I don’t want to bother you. Seriously, it’s all just… it’s a lot.”

You ended up taking the seat next to him, relishing in the way he softly spoke to you— noting that this was probably the second time since you’ve known him that he’s used this tone with you. “It’s not a bother if I’m asking. We’re a team and… no matter what you may think of me, I care about your well-being.”

Spencer then decided that he not only appreciated the sincerity he caught earlier, but loved it.

“Um, a- a couple years ago, I had this… woman, Maeve. Now that I’m saying it I honestly don’t really know what we were, but I loved her, she also had a stalker who was jealous. Wanted what she had— what we had, I guess.” He paused for a moment to look up at you, and noticed unshed tears ready to fall onto your cheeks, “the current victim, um, she resembles Maeve a little bit, and with the way things ended with her I just—” Spencer had cut himself off before he could get too choked up, but at the same moment you threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry”, your voice full of sympathy, “about Maeve and for hugging you without asking… I just thought you needed it.”

He let out a short laugh and sniffled, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you back. “No, no. I did need it. Thank you.”

The two of you stayed there for another moment before splitting apart. “So, do you want me to leave you alone now”, you asked with humor in your voice while wiping your cheeks, and then leaning over to swipe a lone tear that fell below Spencer’s eye.

He was shocked for a second before clearing his throat, “um, no, I uh, I actually have an idea on how to find the unsub but I think it would be easier to talk through my theory with you before deciding if it’s the best option.”

Giving him a smile, you nodded your head and pulled the file that was in front of him over to you. Spencer just watched the way your eyes scanned the paper for a moment, feeling his heartbeat race a bit. Something between the two of you clicked, and he wasn’t quite sure what it was, but that something made him feel good— happy.

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153 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

from the friends to lovers prompt list, “do you think they feel the same?” and “Have you ever thought about…us? Y’know, as an…item?” are two sentences that Spencer Reid would definitely say out loud the awkward dork

ohh yes, love awkward dorky spencer!!

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

prompt list || wc: .6k

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“Do you think they feel the same?”

The abrupt question came from Spencer as he, Penelope, and Emily all stood around the coffee machine. His eyes had been set on you the whole time they had been over there, watching as you went through multiple files.

“Did you just… admit to liking Y/N?” Penelope’s question was laced with hope, looking between him and where you sat.

“Well, I…” a sigh escaped his lips, “I figured everyone except for Y/N knew… so why not just ask the question I’ve been wanting to know for a long time.”

There was a silent moment between the three of them… too silent, and when Spencer looked over at the pair, the shock was evident on their faces.

“…what?”

Shaking themselves out of their current state, Penelope’s lips turned upward into the hopeful smile that was previously on her face. “Honestly, Spencer, I’m surprised you haven’t—”

“I think you should be the one to ask them.” Emily’s bluntness caused Penelope’s mouth to shut.

“R-really?” he looked between the two watching them nod in encouragement. “I’m uh, not really sure.”

“Reid, the only way you’ll get answers to your questions is if you ask the right people. The right person for your question just so happens to be Y/N.”

It took him another moment to really consider it. This was you they were talking about. The person who accepted Spencer for who he was since his first day at the BAU. The person who always volunteers to go see foreign films with him. The person he fell in love with because, well, because life seemed to want to throw that cliche at him— him falling in love with his best friend. But Emily was right. Logically speaking, if you want a question answered truthfully, you have to ask the person who actually knows the answer. You were that person.

He got up without saying another word, and made his way over to you, and the moment you sensed his presence, you looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, Spence.”

“Hey.”

“Are we still on for tonight? I’ll make sure to bring over any snacks you want.”

Oh yeah, the two of you were supposed to watch movies at his place. Spencer really hoped the next couple of minutes wouldn’t make it too awkward to the point where that didn’t happen.

“Yeah, yeah. I was uh,” he looked around the bullpen, seeing everyone minding their own business— well, except for Emily and Penelope that is— “I was thinking, and was wondering something…”

“Wondering something” you questioned, closing whatever file you have opened so that your full attention was on him.

“Yeah it’s just… have you ever, uh, have you ever thought about… us? Y’know, as an… item?”

With your elbows perched on your desk, you rested your chin on your hands, “Spencer?”

“Mhmm?” He suddenly wanted to look anywhere but at you.

“I have most certainly thought about it. I think about it quite a lot.”

Now he was looking at you. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, he was speechless.

“So,” you began after a reasonable amount of quietness between the two of you, “does that… make you wanna ask any other questions?”

He quickly nodded his head before a blush appeared on his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Tonight! We can still watch movies like we planned, but I can order dinner and we can talk beforehand and generally, it can be more… intimate than any other movie night. I want to make it special.”

The smile on your face was one he was familiar with, only this time it looked ten times brighter. “That sounds like an amazing night. I would love to, Spence.”

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257 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

karma

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: none!

word count: 946

a/n: it’s been 84 years… but ANYWAY… miss taylor swift has infiltrated my mind once again and i just had to a fic inspired by karma because it’s one of my favorite songs on midnights! im sorry if it’s a little rushed (its currently 1:16 a.m when i write this but i am also excited about it)! i also apologize for any mistakes!

inspiration: karma by taylor swift

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Aaron Hotchner has been through a lot. Between being stabbed, hearing his ex-wife being murdered, being blown up, and having to go into witness protection with his kid, you would think he would be a cynical man, but recently that’s changed. He now believes in karma.

It was a year after leaving witness protection when he had his first dose of good karma. He took Jack to a bakery after school and the woman behind the counter offered them each a free cookie since it was the “bakery’s birthday”. It was trivial, he knows, but the way the woman’s eyes lit up when both him and Jack praised the treat made him feel good. It was a feeling that was always fleeting in the past, but this feeling seemed to stay.

It stayed because the next week when he took Jack to the same bakery, the same woman was standing at the counter and had an even brighter smile when she saw them. This time, the visit went a little differently. After he and Jack had gotten their baked goods for the day and started to head out, he stopped at the sound of her voice calling out to him.

“Sir, you left your card!”

He didn’t have time to walk back up to the counter, because she was making her way up to him, and the moment her hand slightly touched his, he swore his body was shocked with one of the most intense feelings.

And he knew she felt it too, her eyes said it all.

“Um… h-have a nice day…?” She trailed off, not knowing his name.

“Aaron”, he responded, giving her a nod. “You too…”

She stared into his eyes for a moment longer before leaving her trance due to the sound of the be above the door ringing. “Y/N.”

“Y/N… have a nice day Y/N.”

That was his second dose of good karma.

The third time karma was in his favor happened a lot sooner than anyone would ever expect. He was alone the next time he went into the bakery— Jack having an after school activity— and when he saw Y/N at the counter she looked more nervous than happy to see him.

“Hi!” Her voice was pitchy, and she fiddled with her fingers as he got closer. “No uh… Your son— I’m assuming— isn’t with you today?”

“No, no. Jack had a school thing. I still wanted to pick something up for him, though.” And then they continued their routine— talking about the specials, picking out two to three treats, paying for it, and saying goodbye. The only difference was… Aaron stayed a minute longer.

She told him to have a nice day, he said the same, but he stood there, standing at the counter, wanting to stay in her presence just a moment longer. He didn’t know how weird it looked until after they stared each down for a good minute, proceeded by her clearing her throat.

“Is there um, anything else… that I can help you with?”

“No… no.” He tried to stay stoic, but he saw her face slightly fall, and he felt something in his stomach make the same movement.

“Okay, well you probably have someone waiting for you—”

“Actually, there is something.” He cut her off, knowing exactly what she had been implying, but he didn’t want her thinking that. “I want to take you out. On a date.”

It was impulsive, and Aaron Hotchner didn’t do impulsive. Until that moment apparently.

She looked shocked at first, but a delicate smile danced on her lips seconds later, and she grabbed a napkin, writing her number down and giving it to him. He used it almost immediately when he got home.

They had gone on several dates after that. So many that they were officially together, and the next step was to tell Jack, which coincidentally was Aaron’s fourth strike of karma.

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441 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

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[atmosghoul]

sibling of sin oc omg omg tell me everything. 2, 3 and 25 please!!

RREEEEEE THANK U I LOVE TALKING ABT RIAN SM 2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? very dirty sense of humour and great story teller. Rian will have the whole ghoul den in an uproar of laughter with their stories. Aether interprets for them before the ghoul's started being able to understand sign language and it leads to a fun two person theater type of vibe that everyone loves. Dew had the bright idea to ask Rian to recount movies or stories they all already knew as a way to work on their signing and it turned out to work surprisingly well. 3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw? Rian presumes to know what other people are thinking. Sometimes this can work in their favour on the handful of occasions when theyre correct, but mostly it leads to them assuming someone is mad at them or doesnt want to see them. They only became aware of it when Aether had to sit them down and ask why they'd been so distant after he and the band got back from their first tour after meeting Rian. They'd assumed the ghouls would want to just rest when all they wanted was to see their Rian again after months away.

Along this same vein is that they dont know how to ask for help. If they ask you to help or do something for them, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem, thats huge for them and you should take it as a sign that they really trust and feel comfortable around you. Aether realised this his first night meeting them when they allowed him to help them to sleep. He felt the hesitance. He always tries to reassure them though, will still provide help even when it's declined, taking pride in the small smile and blush on Rian's face when he does.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express? Hardest to process is feeling loved. Theyre so used to being on their own it just doesnt compute to them that the people around them actually care for and love them. The affection they get from the ghouls was damn near overwhelming at first. Especially with how rambunctious Swiss and Dew (and sometimes Rain) can get.

Hardest to express is anger or being upset. They hate taking up emotional space in people's lives. And showing negative emotions like anger or sadness in front of other people where they'd feel pressured to comfort you? oh no that won't do at all. They tend to bottle it up until theyre alone and know they won't be bothered. But by that time its been packed down inside a tight little box under lock and key with all the other times they've gotten angry or upset until it wont close anymore and it all comes spilling out. Aether tries to help them to express things in the moment, trying to latch onto any frustration they sense and tug at it just a little to push it towards anger and get Rian to finally let loose. Dew tells him about "Rage Rooms" and he thinks it an excellent idea for a date outing for him and Rian.

[tordenvejr]

this is a complicated discussion, but i really value your opinion so i'd love to ask you: do you think there could ever be a version of porn that could be "healthy" to watch? after watching porn off and on for years and finally going porn free, i had to accept how porn made me feel which was always very empty and disturbed after the fact. i tell people this, and they say the porn i was watching was toxic, not porn in itself. i don't know how people define toxic vs healthy porn, but to me, the average mainstream video on any x-rated site (amateur or not) is not healthy for men or women to consume. yet--if i had a partner i deeply loved and trusted and we both invest most of our sexual energy into our IRL relationship--i would not be opposed to them occassionally watching porn, but i dont know how that could look like in a healthy way. would you have ideas or any helpful thoughts on this as a whole?

yes, i do think that there can be a version of porn that is healthy to watch. but even with healthy adult videos for them to actually be non-harmful for you; it depends on your predisposition to addiction, and the way and frequency with which you interact with the material.

when porn makes you feel uneasy following then yes, either the type of or the whole activity of consuming porn, isn't for you. i think it's very healthy not to consume porn, and for some i think it can even increase in the ability to be connected and present when it comes to actual intimacy.

porn as a whole can be harmful for you personally, and then others might enjoy expressions of it and not experience it as harmful for them.

i don't think all adult media is bad and unhealthy, but yes when you talk about mainstream porn and the vast majority of all porn i think it is very, very damaging and questionable.

the only video-porn i recommend would be from platforms that value, and are transparent about, their work ethics, and that don't glorify abuse of any kind or make categories out of racism, transphobia + platforms that feature exclusively 30+ y/o's. that or personally hosted amateur couples or singles, again over the age of 30, that do more authentic and healthy videos.

there's alternatives to video format porn though; erotic literature - online or found in traditional books, erotic graphic art and comics, and adult audios. you have to exhibit the same discernment and ability to sort when enjoying these as there's plenty of glorification of abuse to be found there too, but there's also a lot more safely explored kink as well as more sensitive/romantic content.

i think any type of healthy erotic media can be a great way to explore your sexuality and to bring inspiration into intimacy; but it is not necessary in order to cultivate a fulfilling and inspired sex life.

being with someone who enjoys adult media as someone who doesn't can look like whatever you'd like it to!

differences in preference doesn't have to negatively affect your romantic or intimate life at all, provided that you are and are with an emotionally mature, responsible and respectful person. there's more categories to people who enjoy adult media than a man frothing at the mouth for humiliating and dehumanizing treatment of women. there's healthy ways to interact; there can be openness about it, it can serve as foreplay, or as inspiration, there can be boundaries around the kind of porn they watch, ie. gentle, passionate or extreme. it all depends on your comfort and boundaries

[nicolemarieeh]

3/10/2024

Am I really that shit of a person? Am I really such a bad daughter? Maybe they're right after all...maybe I'm just a selfish useless bitch who don't love anybody except for herself, maybe I'm that horrible person who doesn't care at all about her family and loved ones, maybe that's how they always perceived it and I'm starting to think that maybe they're not so wrong after all...But why If they're right does it hurts so much? Why does it burns when your own father tells you that he did wrong as a father, that he failed raising you and that he tries to understand all the things that he did wrong so I end up being like that, a selfish person who doesn't love her own family.

I'm trying to figure out at what point of my childhood I became so damaged, when all of these problems started happening? When was the moment when I started to feel this rejection for my father and even some kind of resentment and anger, for something I can't seem to fully understand, because, in the big picture I know he was a good father, one that made plenty of mistakes and things that hurted me a lot, but I can't seem to find the moment when I started pushing him away, pushing everyone away, It's some kind of detachment I can't understand the reason why. Now that I'm older I realize I've always been lonely, a very lonely person, is it something wrong with me?

Is it wrong for me wanting that the people that lives with you recognizes at least once that you're enough? that you're worth it and that you're actually trying to be better every day? But no, they don't see it, nobody is able to see the good in you, and I hate to be this sensitive and I hate that everything affects me more than what it affects others, I hate it when they make me feel like I'm so useless in this house, that I do absolutely nothing and I'm just storbing and causing problems. How do they think I feel when my own father tell me that I have abandoned him since he left this house, that I just care about what he can give me, that I haven't even asked to go and visit him or to see how is it going...and I know I haven't done that, but that doesnt mean I hate him or that I dont care for him, it's just....I dont know, I find it so hard to show affection, I dont know why, I find it so hard to keep in touch with people, I find it so hard to be more united, and it's not that I don't want to, I wish I could heal my relationship with my parents before it's too late...I just simply don't know how to do it, and they're also not helping much let's say.

Some days, like this moment, I feel like I'm drowning, I just want to let loose and disappear from everyone, I have my bottle of wine here with me, flirting as if we both know that we need each other...I must confess I didn't feel in control a moment ago, my thoughts...they were taking me back to previous dark places, places where I dont want to come back, places where I used to harm myself to numb the pain and I thought about it right now...I really thought that I got over this mental state, but I just realized...that weakness comes unpredictable like a cold breeze in a summer day and leave you with your guard down... The saddes thing about this story, is that this blog is the only entity that I can actually express myself with, cause at the end, I realized I'm really, really lonely, when there's no one on your side to calm you down, to give you some support words, no one you can trust enough to open up and be vulnerable with... it's just me, this wine, and this blog. But hey, we're gonna get out of this one... just like we've alway do.

[luvvsoft]

I hope this message finds you before I do 💌

n e wais, my demands are as follows. (If you don't comply I will leak ur address on this god forsaken app. DONT MAKE ME DO IT u cacaracha de cocina económica)

I DEMAND a fic where reader is older than gojo & he does silly things like:

buy her VERY expensive gifts to earn her love (don't u dare go cheap on me. I wanna see Chanel and all that shit. Everyone knows Gojo is sugar daddy material)

learn what her favorite songs are so he can "unsuspectingly" play them during their car rides.

just basically the shit u be doing for ur men fr (being delusional)

But the catch is reader doesn't see him like that bc he's younger, yet, he keeps doing everything in his power to make her see him in a different light (as in, see him romantically and not just as her "little brother")

make it so fluffy my teeth rot and I have to get them extracted immediately fr

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

contains: tooth rooting fluff, age gap, lots of spoiling, some violence

word count: 2.1k

Sigh.

Gojo was at it again. You could tell as soon as you opened the door to your apartment.

One thing you didn’t expect to see when you got home was Sephora bags on your counter. You should have come to expect it though; that’s just how Gojo was. You show the slightest interest in a product and he immediately buys it, thinking it’ll somehow make you fall in love with him.

Another sigh escaped your lips.

How were you to deal with his non-stop barrage of affection and gifts?

You opted to set your work bag down and instead focused on the multitude of bags in front of you. Slightly peeking into them, you were greeted by Charlotte Tilbury products, specifically the blush you had been talking to Gojo about for weeks. Of course that wasn’t the only thing he bought. Gojo was anything but cheap.

He’d bought you every new cosmetic product in the store. The amount was absolutely ridiculous; there was no way you’d be able to use all of them before they expired.

Your phone ringed in your pocket, prompting you to pick it up. Of course Gojo was calling you after the stunt he pulled.

“What?” you answered.

“What’s with the hostility, sweetheart? I take it you saw the gifts I left you?” You weren’t face to face with the man, but you could vividly imagine the shit-eating grin on his face when he answered.

You leave his words hanging in the air, a deadpan expression on your face from how irritable he was being. The silence was comforting until it was broken by his vexing voice once more.

“Don’t I at least get a thank you?”

“You’re an idiot. Why would you spend so much money on stuff I’ll never get around to using?”

Gojo leaned back on his chair on the other side of the call, kicking his feet up on his desk as he reached out for the framed photograph he had of you. His thumb caressed your cheek — wishing it was the real thing instead.

“Hmm, I dunno,” He murmurs, setting the picture down. “Maybe I want you to use it for our date? If you’ll ever accept to one, that is.”

You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache form. You hung up on him after turning down his date proposal for the thousandth time.

“Stupid Gojo with his stupid schemes,” you whispered. Despite your words, you couldn’t help but let a tiny smile pull at your lips.

“This is stupid,” you said as you got in Gojo’s car.

“Tell that to your broken down car,” said the man who you suspected was behind your slashed tires.

‘It wasn’t him though! he insisted.’ You didn’t trust that. How else would your tires end up slashed while you were in the middle of work?

You turned away from him, sighing and deciding to instead look out the window, “Whatever, just take me home.”

Gojo could tell you were down in the dumps; he knew you had worked hard for that car, and it meant a lot to you, despite the fact that he was willing to buy you another one.

He frowned slightly before turning the radio on and connecting it to his phone.

The sudden noise startled you, “What are you doing?”

As he typed away on his phone, you assumed he was texting a girl, maybe his newest piece. It was typical behavior of someone his age. What you didn’t expect was for your favorite song to come on.

The melody lifted your mood a bit, it was relaxing. You even moved to the music. The lyrics resonated within you, pulling you out of your contemplation.

Gojo smiled at your mood changing — he could bear having to listen to your song choices, but he just couldn’t bear seeing your melancholic face as tears welled up in your starry eyes.

He was glad he had snooped through your spotify now.

Sundays were what you dubbed the “best day of the week.”

You finally had a chance to relax and unload from all your workload. Sundays were days you spent in bed just a little longer, only getting up around 10 am. They were also when you brewed a warm coffee and sat down near a candle while reading your newest favorite book.

Sundays felt homey, something that you didn’t feel throughout the week when you had to wake up early and work long hours.

You hummed as you took a sip of coffe — it was just perfect. Today was perfect: no work to do, no one to bother you, nothing to do.

You thought your day would be peaceful and quiet until you got a knock at the door. Getting up to answer, you already had a slight nklinginkling of who it was. Nevertheless, you found yourself opening the door and of course, it was Gojo Satoru in the flesh.

“Hell—“

You didnt give him a chance to finish and instead slammed the door in his face. ‘Not today,’ you thought as you closed your eyes and wished him being at your doorstep was a hallucination.

Instead of your wish being granted and you ending up drinking your coffee peacefully, you got another knock at the door.

You sighed, “Guess there’s no escaping this.”

Gojo wore a bright, blinding smile as you opened the door, “I knew you wouldn’t leave little old me at the door hanging!”

“Gojo, why are you at my door this early in the morning?”

“It’s,” he paused to take a look at his watch before continuing, “11:34 in the morning. I think I’m late, actually.”

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“Quite the lazy one aren’t you? Anyway, I brought peace offerings,” Gojo said as he held up the bags of takeout, IHop specifically; he knew it was your weakness. “I knew you wouldn’t let me in if I came empty handed.”

You smiled at the sight of food, ignoring how your mouth instantly watered, “Hm, I guess you can come in.” You pushed open your door wider, stepping to the side so he’d walk in.

Gojo donned his signature smile as he strutted into your place like he owned it. Even if he’d been here before, he could never stop admiring the place. It felt like home — a home he wished he shared with you.

“Don’t go snooping through my things again. I know you were looking for my family album last time,” you said with a glare as you walked towards the kitchen.

“Can’t a man be curious about his future in-laws?” The white-haired sorcerer sat down the food, quickly distracting you from his comment so you wouldn’t shut down his hopes and dreams. “Tada! I got you your favorite pancakes.”

“Thanks,” you said as you started digging in.

Gojo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the way you hungrily wolfed down the pancakes — he almost felt bad for them.

“So, Yaga wants you to go on a mission with the new students.”

You stopped chewing midway at his words and sighed, “Is this why you came? To sweeten me up into accepting?” You muttered with half of your pancake sticking out of your mouth, your words almost incomprehensible to Gojo.

“Come on, do it for me?”

“Yeah, whatever,” you stood up and started walking away, “You can leave now.”

A frown pulled at Gojo’s pink lips, he knew you didn’t like the Jujutsu world and how unfair they were, but with the recent curse activity, he was needed elsewhere and you were the only one who he trusted to go with the students he cherished.

Nanami had already said no. Gojo feared you would too, but you loved the students too much to say no. He almost felt envious of how much you doted on them, wishing it was him instead.

He stood up, walking over to you. He tilted your chin upwards to look at him, even if he knew you didn’t want to. “I know you’re not too fond of our line of work, but you’re the only one I can trust.”

You had no choice but to look into his perfectly crafted blue eyes, how they were slowly but surely becoming your weakness. Stupid Gojo with his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid honey words.

Your resolve melted away almost instantly. “Fine.” You pulled away, “Just send over the details for the mission.”

You knew the mission was happening soon, just not this soon.

‘Curse you, Gojo,’ you thought as you looked at your text messages with him.

Pain in my ass: Just hang on, it’ll only be for a few hours >:)

He messaged you, while surely spending an absurd amount of money on sweets on the other side of the world.

“Should we be concerned for Gojo-sensei? She looks like she’s about to kill someone,” Yuji whispered to Megumi and Nobara.

He wasn’t joking. There was a deep scowl on your face while your eyes twitched at every message you got. Your pink nails dug into your palms as you got angrier and angrier. There was no doubt in Yuji’s mind that Gojo wouldn’t make it out alive when he came back.

“He brought it on himself, idiot,” Megumi said, snapping Yuji out of his thoughts.

“How?” Yuji responded.

“Gojo-sensei knows this is her only day off and specifically told us we should do this today without fail, probably just to piss her off more.”

“Hmph, Gojo has no respect for a lady’s personal time,” Nobara butted in, crossing her arms.

“Let’s go.” You had finally stopped fuming at your phone angrily.

The mission was actually quite simple — something Gojo neglected to tell you. All you had to do was watch over his students as they attempted to exorcize a curse, a test made to see if their abilities were up to par.

You could breathe a sigh of relief when they told you that. At least you wouldn’t have to use your cursed energy.

Well, you lied.

As it turns out, nobody bothered to check the curse’s grade (or the higher ups neglected to do so in order to get rid of Yuji). You were told it was a grade 3, something simple that the teenagers could handle. Now, the curse was a grade 1 that easily beat Yuji, Nobara and Megumi up.

Sigh.

You would definitely make Gojo pay for this, especially on your off day.

“Of course I have to clean up Gojo’s mess now.”

The curse easily towered over you, reaching at least 7 feet in height. It wasn’t humanoid like the other curses Gojo had encountered then told you about, though, instead, it donned a traditional Japanese yukata with the lower half of an octopus and a human torso accompanied by an ox head. Quite terrifying in your opinion — if you were a normal person, that is.

“You got this, sensei!” shouted Yuji who sat by a wall.

“Well, I’ve got students watching. Don’t disappoint me, little octopus.”

Disappoint you it didn’t. As a matter of fact, it left you stunned with its speed. It was faster than you, managing to land a strike near your ribs. That ought to cost you a pretty penny in the hospital later.

“Ohoho, I see a little octopus curse has already bruised up that pretty face of yours.”

There was that irritating voice of Gojo’s, narrating the battle as if he was actively fighting it and not you. Of course he’d come in right at the moment when you’re losing. You’d only managed to keep the curse’s limbs restricted with vines, but beyond that you couldn’t do anything. That was the curse of being a grade 3 sorcerer.

“Shut up and come help me, idiot!”

“Nah, I like seeing you put in the effort,” Gojo said as he stood around. You could see the bag of mochi he was holding, offering some to your students as a way of showing his unbothered nature by the situation.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re paying my hospital bill after this.”

“Say please.”

“YOU WANT ME TO BEG YOU TO HELP??” Disbelief coursed through your veins and was as clear as day on your face. There was no way you’d plead Gojo for help.

Well, yes there was.

“Please.”

You had no strength left to deal with a curse of that level; Gojo was now your only option. You knew how to pick your battles, after all (or so you’d like to think).

“Now, in exchange for a kiss on the cheek, I’ll definitely help.”

He had to be joking — there was absolutely no way that would be happening.

He wasn’t joking.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered in Gojo’s ear as you pressed your lips to his cheek, sealing your fate.

“I can die happy now,” Gojo said as he made a stupidly in love face.

“CAN’T YOU TAKE CARE OF THE CURSE FIRST?!?”