#if you're someone who specifically got warned about this situation and you continued to

[bbeeohazardd]

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[baby-yongbok]

And they were roommates

Boyfriend!Han Jisung x Afab!Reader x Roommate!Lee Minho

♡ Genre - Smut - 🌽 no plot ♡ Word Count - 1.4k ♡ Summary - You've never been interested in your boyfriends roommate but this unique situation brings forth delicious results that could change that. ♡ Warnings - Use of sex toys ♡ a/n - this is my first minsung x reader fic ever. Why am I so nervous about it?? I hope you enjoy! ✧ Masterlist ✧

“Oh fuck, Jisung, please” You keened as he continued languidly thrusting the glass dildo into your sopping cunt. Your heavy exhales and moans hung in the air and fueled his desire to drag you closer to the edge.

“Gotta be quiet, jagiya.” He peeked back, checking that the door to his dorm was still shut. “My roommate will be back any second. What are we gonna tell him?”

“That you're being mean and won't let me cum.” He pushes the toy to the hilt, reaching spots that he’s been purposely neglecting. You hold your breath in an attempt to stop a scream. You failed. 

“I'm being mean? Wasn't it you who asked me to fuck you while he's gone?” You whine, shaking your head and batting your eyelashes up at the man who’s sitting behind you while he has you spread open between his legs on his twin size mattress. 

With the way that their dorm is set up you're hidden from the entrance but the moment that his mate walks further in he'll get a full view of your cunt. The thought alone makes you clench around the purple glass. 

“I wanted your cock, Ji.” He tsks, offering you a cocky lopsided smile. 

“Gotta be more specific next time.” He plants a chaste kiss on your temple while one of his fingers finds your clit and rubs slowly. “Imagine that it's my cock, baby. Close your eyes.”

You follow his orders with a sigh, allowing your eyelids to flutter shut and resting your head against his chest. You grind your hips Into each thrust, accepting that this is how you'll be cumming tonight whether you like it or not.

“There she goes, fuck yourself, baby.” His Boba eyes stare down at how the toy disappears inside of you. 

The way that it spreads the glistening lips of your cunt and squelches with each wet thrust into you. Maybe he should've given you his cock. He much rather be balls deep inside of you instead of having his leaky dick strain against his sweats but you're so pretty like this. He'll definitely fuck his fist to the image of this later. 

“Gonna cum on my dick, baby?” 

“Jisung, please fuck me, please.” Your pleads are falling on deaf ears and you know it. “Baby, please.”

The jiggling of the doorknob Cuts your boyfriend off before he can answer. Your breath catches in your throat and you expect For Jisung to react the same way. You expect him to freeze. You expect him to stop. He doesn't. 

“Would you believe that there was nothing left in the cafeteria?” Minho muses as he slams the door behind him. “That shit was bone dry. I'm going into town, you wanna -”

His words die on his tongue when he walks in further, catching Jisung's gaze for a nanosecond before his eyes catch on your cunt. “Well, hello.” 

Jisung chuckles behind you, slowing the thrusts of the dildo for just a second. “Welcome back, someone got needy. Isn't that right, baby?” 

You hide your face in Jisung's chest and try to close your legs but your boyfriend holds them open. He pushes the glass deep into your core. Filling you to the hilt and pressing up against your g-spot. A pornographic moan rips through you and you glare up at your boyfriend. 

“Don't be shy. I've heard him fuck his girlfriend so many times.” It's Minho's turn to chuckle now. 

“Mm, yeah, no need to be shy.” You hear footsteps and expect for Minho to walk over to his bed or even out of the room but he gets closer instead. Eyeing your cunt and licking his lips before his prying gaze meets yours. 

“I'm not even looking.” You scoff at his teasing. 

“Ignore him, baby.” Jisung nudges your head to the side with his chin, wedging himself into the crook of your neck to plant Sloppy kisses on the flushed skin. “You're gonna cum on my dick remember?” 

His thrusts pick up and he keeps it angled up just the way you like. You avoid Minho's gaze even though you can feel it burning into you. You want to tell him to fuck off. You want to tell him to wait outside or to take a walk around campus or something but there's something deep down that wants him to stay. 

You can feel that desire creeping up your spine and it makes your pussy gush with arousal that stains Jisung’s sheets and makes the lewd squelches of your cunt vibrate through the air at an unspeakable volume. 

“Mmm-ngh, fine.” You close your eyes again, thinking about having Jisung drill into the way that the toy is. You think about Jisung's kisses, Jisung's cock, Minho's hands - what the fuck?

Your eyes snap open and find those of your viewer immediately. His bottom lip is between his teeth and his hands are pushed into his pockets. He switches his attention from your eyes to your cunt once, twice, three times before smiling down at you. 

“You're fucking squeezing my cock so hard, baby.” Jisung twists the dildo just a bit and you moan. “You like being watched, huh?”

You're agreeing before you can even process it. Shaking your head while keeping your eyes on Minho. “Naughty naughty little thing.” Minho tsks, chuckling a bit as he licks his lips. 

“How about this, baby.” Jisung halts all movement making you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Why don't we let Minho fuck you, hm?”

You moan. You fucking moaned at your boyfriend offering you his roommate. Luckily for you your lover found it amusing and so did the roommate in question. “Words, Jagiya.”

“That's.. fine.” Minho asks again, needing to hear a more stable declaration of consent. “It's fine. I promise just please fuck me.”

Minho takes the handle of the toy in his hand with a smile. He slides it out of you slowly until it slips out with a wet pop. “Messy cunt.” He mumbles as he teases your clit with the glass tip. 

“Tell Min that you wanna cum on his cock, baby.” You groan, clenching around nothing. The words fall from your mouth in a bashful whisper that doesn't do much to please the man who's now in control of your pleasure. 

“What was that?” Minho presses the toy to your clit and you cry out. “Speak up a bit, sweetie.” 

“I wanna come on your cock, please, Minho. Please.” The pressure of the toy slipping past your entrance draws a deep moan from you. Your eyes roll back as he starts fucking you with slow and full strokes that leave you grabbing onto Jisung's thigh. 

Your boyfriend stares down at you with fond eyes as he squeezes and pinches your breasts. His lips assault your neck, sucking bruises into the flesh that you'll have to cover before tomorrow's class but you can't find it in you to care. Not when you have two men working you towards a burning release. 

“You're creaming on my cock, messy girl.” Minho's words snap you out of your daze. You look down at the dildo splitting you open and groan. You're dripping, leaking like a faucet and you swear that you can see some of your essence glistening on Minho’s fingers. 

Jisung adds his fingers to the mix, he rubs perfect figure eights against your clit that has you yelping out and throwing your head back against him.

 “You gonna cum for us, baby? Gonna cum all over Minho's dick for me?”

You nod, babbling confirmations mindlessly as you stare up at your boyfriend. “ Yeah yeah yea - gon’ cum for you.” 

Minho presses up into your g-spot and your heavy panting is suddenly cut off by your orgasm ripping through you. You start to scream but your breath gets caught in your throat. Jisung pops his arousal slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet as you writhe in his arms. His other arm snakes around your waist and keeps you planted firm against him. 

Minho's free hand keeps your thighs open as he fucks you through your climax. Long and deep strokes have you feeling aftershocks for a solid minute before he finally pulls the toy out of you. 

You clamp your thighs shut, snuggling into Jisung's chest as you try your best to catch your breath. 

“Mmm.” You look up at Minho and you swear that you could cum again. He's got the dildo between his lips, sucking your cum off of the glass and swirling his tongue to savor the taste.

 “She's as sweet as she looks.” 

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[mrs-kodzuken]

anything for you ⟢ bokuto k.

synopsis: dating pro!volleyball player Bokuto Koutarou meant that you dealt with a lot of hate that you didn't expect. That lead to a severe newly developed eating disorder that you hid away from your boyfriend, until he found out.

warnings: eating disorder, starving, recovery, healthy meals, emotionally intelligent Bokuto helps you, social media hate, comfort, angst and fluff

This is the sixth day you've gone without food; you could feel hunger pains slowly drifting away. You dreaded the next time they would come, begging for nutrients. Swallowing another sip of diet coke, you didn't worry about it.

After all, you have always told yourself that being skinny means being pretty.

How you desperately wanted to be pretty. How you craved it more than anything else. And fuck, it did hurt to have to keep this newfound development away from your boyfriend, Bokuto.

You both have been in a relationship for almost two years now. You remember that fateful day where you had met him by accident after going to a game for your cousin who loved a certain volleyball player.

You couldn't remember who exactly it was because you were just so captivated by the tall and muscular player who was rumbustious and oozed masculinity.

He had caught your eye and unbeknownst to you, you had also caught his as well. At the end of the game, when he was finished with interviews about his teams' win, he actually came up to you instead to talk about how long you've been a fan.

"Oh! This is my first game, I'm actually here with my cousin." You nervously chuckled, the large volleyball player in front of you making you feel giddy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you like my skills? Since you're new can you really tell me how it looked?" The man exclaimed, he sure was a wild one, you could already tell that.

His owlish black and white hair streaks paired with his aureolin colored, astonishing eyes. He sure was definitely blessed, not just in his physical appearance but in his game play too.

You made sure to tell him just that, especially when he scored points for his team. You weren't really sure of volleyball lingo, but you knew that he was unquestionably an eminent player.

"So, would you mind going to dinner with me? I'd love to talk more with you in some place that isn't crowded." He slyly asked, smooth moving into asking you out.

Who are you to say no to someone like him?

In the end, you agreed, and that first date was one of many that lead up to the point of him asking you to be his girlfriend. In which you obviously said yes. However, coming back to your situation right now, it was a shame that things turned out the way they did.

The more you and Koutarou had been with one another, the more self-conscious you got from social media platforms of his fans calling you all sorts of obscenities.

The main one that got you was being called fat, never in your life where you called that. You were raised to eat regular healthy portions, had your fair share of exercise and quite frankly, you felt confident in your skin, even if you were more on the curvy side of things.

That bit of information made you slowly start harming yourself. You would tell yourself that just skipping one meal wouldn't hurt, besides you didn't need the calories anyway?

Then it was every Tuesday you wouldn't eat, then thrice a week, and so on. The cycle continued until you got sick and had to call out of work.

Surviving on gum packets and diet coke honestly got you nowhere.

You could feel yourself getting skinnier, in which you'd end up pretty in the end. That's what you wanted right?

As you pretended that everything was fine, dandy, and normal, a specific night had made everything flip upside down.

Bokuto was finally home after a traveling season, being gone for three weeks was rough on the both of you. You missed him like crazy and couldn't stand to be away from him but were silently thankful he'd been gone so long for other reasons.

"Hey baby," He pulled you closer on your shared queen-sized bed. The clothes you were wearing were his and thankfully so because hiding your progress was the only way you could keep going.

"What do you want me to order for dinner tonight? I don't want to fret you to cook for me, and besides, I need a little cheat day." Kou groaned at the thought of eating healthy prepped meals, like had been for the weeks he was gone to keep his energy up.

Bokuto had missed you like crazy; he was head over heels for you too. After all, he's the one who asked you out in the first place.

After seeing you that day, in all your glory, you were absolutely beautiful to him. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to you, but he knew that he needed to talk with you and well, that ended up with you both dating, so he didn't mind the outcome.

His eyes were focused on his phone, scrolling through the numerous food restaurants in the area for the both of you to choose from. His hair was damp from the shower he just took, as well as comfy lounge clothes to lay around in.

When he originally came back, something about you was off. He couldn't pinpoint it just yet, he was waiting for you to give a hint, a slip up, something so he could connect with you emotionally.

Koutarou knew he was emotionally helpful and in tune with himself, which was something he only became better at since high school.

The TV played a few loud noises in the background, something to distract your mind from the thoughts of food.

Your mouth watered; your stomach demanded something other than diet coke and a few measly low-cal snacks that boost your energy when you needed to do something. Like needing the energy to entertain Bokuto since he was finally home.

You wanted to hold off on telling Bokuto anything, you knew he'd want you to be healthy and not severely and deathly thin.

But in your mind, that was the definition of pretty, you'd do anything to be good enough for him and being deathly skinny is what everyone on twitter was telling you to do.

You cringed away from his touch a bit, disguising it as just moving around to get comfortable. You didn't want him to know, you feared he would take the only thing that's brought you some security since he's been gone.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not really hungry. I ate a huge breakfast this morning." You lie through your teeth, it sounded believable sure, but Kou was better than that.

He wasn't going to take that bait just yet.

"Oh yeah? That's good baby, what'd you eat? I bet it was something so delicious, like your French toast. Oh, God! I've been craving that so much." Bokuto knew what he was doing, he wasn't dumb, just emotionally smart enough to do something like this to make you admit what was wrong.

Of course he's seen the way you look. Your face was a bit slimmer, you moved less, the dishes looked untouched in the cabinet the same way they were when he left.

If his suspensions were right, this may have gone on longer than he presumed, which kind of stung.

How could you keep something like this away from him? Did you not trust him enough to confide in him and ask for help? You brought him back to the present by answering his question.

"I went out this morning for breakfast when I took a walk." You nonchalantly said, not wanting this conversation to continue any further.

You wanted to say that you needed to take a bath, but he's already seen every part of that dead body you don't bear anymore.

You felt trapped to say the least.

You watched as Bokuto silently turned off the TV and turned towards you with all seriousness. That wasn't a face you saw on a daily basis, you feared what he would say next.

"How long have you been dealing with this eating disorder?" His words made you freeze, your instinct was to lie again. But was it really okay to lie to your boyfriend like this?

"I..I don't know what you're talking about. I told you I went out to eat this morning, Kou." You delude, averting your eyes to stare at the decor you both put on the walls of this shared apartment.

He wraps his hands around your hoodie covered arms and turns you to look at him in the eyes. His own searched yours for the answer, for the why. The smallest bit of anger he possessed when he realized what you were doing was long, long gone by now.

He possessed worry, anxiety, and fear for your health.

"Please, baby, please talk to me about this. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm—I'm just very concerned about you right now." He pleads with you, you can't stand to see that look in his eyes either, those beautiful eyes you fell in love with.

You know you're causing him worry, probably pain too from the way you've lied to him.

You turned away and blew out a sigh, "A while, it's not a big deal. It's... I'm fine. I'm managing it, so—you don't have to worry about it."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal, Y/n? You've been hurting yourself for whoever knows how long and lied about it. Do you even know what you're doing to yourself? Why? What happened to have made you resort to something as harmful as this?"

"Please... just-just talk with me?" Koutarou implored emotionally, he was trying so hard not to shed tears right now. This was about you, not how you were making him feel. And he'd be damned if he guilt-tripped you like that.

Your eyes welled up with tears you didn't think you were capable of. Starving yourself never made you feel regretful of what you were doing, only carefree that you wouldn't have to be the so-called 'pig' social media referred to you as.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I just-I needed," You took a deep breath in before trying to continue.

"I just didn't want to hurt you by doing this to myself. I just wanted to be pretty for you." You cried, allowing yourself to actually feel bad and seeing what you were doing in another light. It was horrible, you felt horrible.

"Hey, hey..." He pulled you close, taking your frame into his. He could feel you now, the sheer size of you was smaller now, not too much but noticeably so since he was able to pick you up when you were not starved.

He rocked you back and forth as you cried, mumbling out apologies and small reasons why you did it. Bokuto would get to that later, but for now he needed to comfort you and make sure you both were on the same page of helping you get to recovering.

"I'm always here for you, through thick and thin. Sickness and health." He paused, "I know those are wedding vows, but they work too." He half smiled at you, trying to make you brighten just a bit.

Over the course of the night, it only got worse for you, feeling wise, and better for Koutarou so he could help you get on the path you needed to be.

The words he would always chant had replaced the negativity that encased your thoughts for almost a month.

'I'm always here for you'

They were such simple and kind words that it made you almost tear up every single time too.

Needless to say, recovery was hard. Very fucking hard. You had leaned on Bokuto as your pillar when you pushed yourself to get better and focus on your health instead of anything else.

The nights you wanted to revert back into your unhealthy lifestyle were numerous, but your pillar was always one step ahead to finding a healthy meal and a good path to walk on together after dinner.

Koutarou was exceedingly furious when he had asked for you to tell him what the reason was that you did this to yourself.

The why.

And he wasn’t prepared for you to pull out your phone and open twitter, the app you would usually go to when the hunger pains got too much.

He scrolled through your feed, seeing nothing but rudeness towards you, ridiculing you, tearing your person down when you have not even done anything.

He was so enraged that he sent out a public message without speaking to his publicist first, noting in his head that he needed to check with them about these comments of his girlfriend he’s been with since forever, and figure out how long they knew.

The public message was a threat that he wouldn’t stand for the impropriety any longer, if he heard even the littlest thing, he would personally have them held accountable and sue for hate crimes.

You were absolutely in awe watching him defend you from the merciless people that ridiculed you for something that was so physical and meaningless if you’re healthy.

It made you not want to ever be in the spotlight again but you knew that Bokuto being there was your light that he’d welcome you to hide in.

He kissed you on your forehead and snuggled into you, soothing you after he sent the public message. “It’s fixed, baby. You don’t have to worry about that ever again, I got you.”

You felt grateful for him, without your Kou you wouldn't know what to do. So, since then you both have found an abundant number of recipes that include everything you may need to help keep you full and feeling happy.

"Ready for our walk, baby?" Kou asked you, whilst you zipped up your matching jumpsuits, he had personally ordered for the both of you. He wanted to make your recovery a positive experience and help you out the best he could.

"You bet." You paused, keeping the loving eye contact the both of you held. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so big-hearted and considerate." You admitted, elated that you found someone who would go through hell with you.

"Of course, baby," He leaned down to kiss your temple, "Anything for you." 

a/n: another comfort piece because why not? requests are open (PLEASEEEE) haha, i hope you enjoyed & use bokuto as a pillar to help yourself get better if you need <3

[fordpinesthemanyouare]

Ford x Fem!Reader

Math Assistant Pt.3

Summary: Ford needs himself an assistant, Stanley makes an online post for him and BOOM there you are. Warnings: Age gap... but that's what you're here for me thinks A/N: Wanted to get this up before I leave for vacation, still serving nothing sandwiches but HEY were getting somewhere huh? I need that six fingered freak dude, like... it's so bad that I had to bring it up in therapy. Tags <3: @potato-painter

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Her car followed behind the red El Diablo that had picked Stanford up from the diner as she was returning to her car. She saw another older man in the driver seat who she assumed must have been the twin brother Stanford mentioned. She didn't get a good look at the driver before she got inside her own car, the late spring sun making its descent over the looming trees turning the sky a deep orange. Had she and Stanford really been talking for that long? The shining red car turned out of the diner parking lot, and y/n followed suit, rolling down her windows and turning up the volume to the music she had been listening to on the long drive to this desolate town. Before leaving the diner together, Stanford had told her to just follow in his car and he would lead them to where she would be spending the next few months. 

Bumping her head along to the music as she drove down the two lane road, her mind began to wonder what her time here in Gravity Falls would look like. She had always been in the lab or classroom working on ever growing math equations for most of her adult life, but she always felt a deep connection to nature, specifically Oregon’s natural woods. Since moving here to complete her schooling she loved the natural aura these woods produced, and now here she was, completely surrounded with the strong trees, she couldn't have felt more at peace. The completion of her master’s was long and grueling work that kept her away from exploring the woods, and being a thirty year old completing another degree, there was not much time for camping. Y/n had a tendency to become completely involved with her work very quickly, locking herself in the apartment she was renting near campus for days without anybody seeing her (not unlike someone else we know).  

The El Diablo turned onto a dirt road into the woods, the lights from the main road fell behind them as they continued their way into the ever growing dark forest. The two pairs of headlights were the only lumination on the long road, and the lights highlighted the seemingly eerie pointed signs nailed to the trees along the road with large question marks hand painted over them. She couldn't help but take in the amount of trees that were covered in these signs, she suddenly felt very nervous about the situation the car was lurching towards. She still had no idea what to expect, even with the long conversation Stanford and her had just been having, and arriving while it was quickly turning dark might not have been the best idea for her nerves. She breathed in through her nose, and out of her mouth to attempt to drown the anxiety brewing in the pit of her stomach as they pulled up to a lone… shack? Cabin? Store? The lights around the establishment lit the area up better for her to read the sign on the side of the building: “Mystery (S) hack”. The ‘S’ of the sign had fallen on the side of the roof; she noticed it now read ‘Mystery Hack’ and smiled a little, as the two cars pulled closer to the side of the house to park. They certainly weren't wrong about having a parking lot in front of their… home? She was certainly confused and was in thought about what she was getting herself into as she turned the car off, rolled up the windows, and began to grab any loose items to put in her purse. 

A loud abrupt knock on the window caused her to gasp and jump in the driver's seat, turning to see what monster had scared her while she was so deep in thought. Her eyes met with Stanford’s… no someone who looked similar but different in the setting sun’s light. His frame was slightly bigger at the almost the same height Stanford is, but he was wearing a shirt that had a few buttons undone from the top revealing his broad and hairy chest; he had similar glasses to Ford as well. He was flashing her a toothy grin before speaking “Well are y’gonna come out and take a tour or what?” She just stared at him, her face flushed from the scare and her mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish from water. The man laughed at her, loud and heartily, before she could hear Stanford say slightly muffled from the windows “Stanley get away from her car please.” The man took a few paces back from the window, while holding his hands up in defense, chuckling still with a smile “I wasn’t even doing anything!” 

Her heart was still racing; she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car into the dirt parking lot, feeling towered over by Stanford's twins’ stance. She smiled past her nerves and offered her hand, “Hi there, Im Y/n, you must be Stanford’s twin he mentioned”

He gave her a smirk and an eyebrow quirk at that before grabbing her hand in his large calloused one, shaking it he introduced himself as Stanley. His broad hand had completely engulfed hers as he spoke, “He was talking about me huh? Were you excited to meet me or something, doll?” Before she could stutter out a response, feeling her face heat up at the pet name he casually called her, Stanley looked at his brother who was walking towards them “Stanford? You really were trying to seem as serious as you can point-dexter, you should probably try to loosen up a bit with your new assistant.” 

Ford rolled his eyes at his brother as he stood to the side of them, she turned to see him stand beside them with a casual smirk on his face at his brother’s antics. “A cute look on him”, the thought flashed in her mind and she dismissed it as quickly as it came. This was her new boss, that she was going to be living with and working with! She reprimanded herself silently for thinking such thoughts all while still looking at him, still she couldn't stop even when Stanford began speaking, her eyes darting to his lips as they moved.

“I was attempting to maintain professionalism with my new assistant, some of us have to maintain a sense of decorum.” Ford looked at Y/n, he didn’t want her to feel like she was not welcomed from their brotherly bantering, but she was already staring up at him from her stance. “You can also call me Ford if you’d like, I do know we will be spending a lot of time together over the next few months.” She nodded at that and looked between the two brothers. She couldn't help but think they were handsome when the two of them were towering over her like this,  laughing and bantering with each other. Stanley snorted in response to Ford, before she could speak. 

“Ha! Decorum, that's just your fancy word for being stuck up, if you loosen up a bit Y/n might actually take a liking to you.” Stanley jabbed Ford with his elbow in his ribs as he said it and turned to her while looking her up and down now, and she felt like she was put in the hot seat from his gaze raking up and down her body as she leaned against the door to her car. Her face was still slightly red from the last comment he had made, but she didn't falter as she regained some composure. She said nonchalantly to Ford’s twin, “I would love to take that tour if you're still offering, I just have to grab some of my things.”She smirked back at Stanley’s gaze on hers as she turned to walk towards the trunk of her car, popping it open with her keys. She pulled out two large suitcases that looked like they were about ready to burst open, the two men looked towards her things and then waved her towards the shack not mentioning the state her luggage was in.

The trio walked up the steps of the porch as Y/n and Stanley locked their cars almost in unison, they looked at each other and laughed together at the uniform way the cars beeped together. Ford turned over his shoulder and saw Y/n’s beautiful laugh ring out as she looked at Stanley, he couldn't help but feel something pang deep in his chest but he continued onward toward the door ignoring the feeling before she could notice his glance back. They entered the house (shack? cabin? showroom??) and she marveled at all of the large displays that stared right back at her. She was even more confused as they shut the door behind her and flicked the lights on, detailing the displays that were previously shrouded with darkness. As she set her things down by the front door, the large sasquatch model parked in the corner immediately caught her eye and noticed the sign that pointed conveniently between the model sasquatch’s legs and read “Sas-crotch”. She huffed a laugh before looking at Ford, “Does this happen to be the lucrative project we're working on?” gesturing towards the sas-crotch with a grin. 

Ford’s cheeks started to burn a bit at his new assistant’s teasing question, feeling more embarrassed at how his home had now been turned into a tourist trap. He rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly before starting, “Ah yes, that is part of Stanley’s… exhibits he curates for tourists to come visit during the day. This room and two others are the only rooms where people could be walking through, and it’s separated from the rest of the house. Let me show you to your room.” He walked through the back door of the showroom as she lugged her two heavy suitcases through the room and down the hallway they entered. Stanley stayed behind, muttering something under his breath about not including him on the tour and making fun of his work. Even though she admired all of the strange things in the front room as they walked through, she marveled at the assortment of displays. They continued farther into the house, it became more evident that she was walking into a home as the freaky displays were left in the front showroom. Down the hall now, pictures hung on the wall of family members and the two brother’s, she quickly passed them following Ford, but made a note to look further into them later following Ford as he continued down the hall. 

He had led her into the kitchen, and Ford had made a point in his mind beforehand to make sure to show her where the coffee machine was. He couldn't help but note that she drank just about as much coffee as him (if not more), and he also made an additional mental note to buy extra coffee grounds the next time they went to the store. “Here is where the fuel is,” Ford said while tapping the top of the coffee maker with his palm. She giggled a little, nodding in agreement “Glad you showed me the night before we begin our work, I might have needed to run to that diner for coffee.” He smiled at her and continued on their small tour of the house, she was still awkwardly rolling the luggage through all parts of the house. 

The pair continued down another hall and up a small flight of stairs until they were stopped in front of a door, he pushed it open and what revealed was a storage closet with a deflated air mattress in one corner. The room couldn’t have been more than eight feet across, and in the opposite corner of the small bed was a desk and chair. The chair contained some folded sheets, blankets, and towels, but otherwise the room looked like nobody had been in it for a long time. There was one window above the bed that was paneled with various geometric shapes, the light in the room showed some light cobwebs in the corners. As Y/n entered the room with her luggage, Ford moved in the hall flicking on more lights in the house letting her get settled in the small room. 

“The bathroom is just across the hall for when you need it, whenever you're settled in tomorrow I can show you more of the house and where we will be working.” Ford approached, leaning on the open door frame of the storage closet/bedroom looking at the way she was taking in the room, and beginning to open up the too-filled luggage. As she knelt in front of the two suitcases on the floor unzipping them she said “I appreciate that, I always forget how tired driving makes me and this town really is in the middle of nowhere.” Y/n turned her head and looked up at Ford with a smile, taking in the sight before her. His hair seemed run through with his hands and his turtle neck sleeves were bunched up around his elbows showing off his broad forearms. She was trying her best not to ogle him, but he wasn’t responding to her statement and just looking right back at her. Their gazes met each other for a few seconds, both just staring at each other through the silence, before Ford realized it was his turn to speak. He cleared his throat as his cheeks dusted pink and brought his hand behind his neck to rub it again, “Y-yes, I’m sure you're tired after a long day today, we'll meet together tomorrow to get started on everything” He turned to walk down the stairs before Y/n gave a half shouted “Wait!”. He stopped and walked the two paces back to the door, where Y/n was standing now in the room. 

“T-thank you Ford, I appreciate you getting me set up here and showing me around, especially that coffee machine.” She suddenly felt a little awkward stopping him just so she could stutter out a thanks, her face grew warm and the pit of her stomach seemed to fill her nerves with anxiety. Ford looked at Y/n again, drinking in her beauty as she was standing there thanking him. He could barely register her words before he smiled again at her, taking one last discreet view of her full body since she was now standing, he nodded. “Of course, I’m hoping we'll be able to make further progress than I have made, now with your help.” At that, he walked from the doorway feeling his sweaty hands finally begin to make their way to just being clammy, once he was half way down the stairs away from her. Once she was left in the room alone with Ford’s footsteps thudding down the stairs towards the kitchen, she let out a breath of air she didn’t realize she had been holding. Turning back to continue unpacking a little bit, grabbing some items for a shower she desperately needed to clear her impure thoughts of the man that just stood in her doorway. 

Downstairs, Ford was deep in thought on why his body was reacting this way as he headed back to the kitchen, leaving Y/n to finish getting settled for the night. He understood that yes, his assistant just so happened to be absolutely stunning, but what he couldn’t understand is that although the interview had opened her up a bit more to him, how could he still be nervous at this point? The two of them had shared several hours together at the diner talking about work and studies, they both had many similar interests and passions for learning and he felt that she was almost too perfect for this situation. As his mind fell deeper and deeper into overthinking the whole situation at hand, Stanley walked into the kitchen to see Ford braced over the counter, his six fingered hands gripping onto the lip of the counter as if it was the only thing tethering him to reality. Stanley cleared his throat and Ford jumped slightly before turning around to face his brother, his mind previously occupied with thoughts of his new assistant. Ford’s face was a bit flushed as he looked at Stan full on now either from his thoughts previously or because Stan had now scared two different scientists within the same day. 

Stanley immediately noticed the flush spread on Ford’s nose and cheeks, if he had no context of what had been happening he would have figured he just scared his twin. Alas, Stanley knew better than to assume he was flustered because he walked into the kitchen and scared him a bit, he knew that something had just happened while the two were touring the house. The shower upstairs distantly turned on, letting both men in the kitchen know you were now completely out of earshot, a shit eating grin pulled on Stan’s lips. Ford preemptively shook his head in disagreement before Stan had even begun speaking, which caused Stan to laugh. 

“I knew I shoulda’ kept her resume from you” He laughed again looking at Ford’s now raised eyebrows at his claim, before continuing, “What? I figured you would be able to maintain, hm, what word did you use earlier? ‘Decorum’ what a load of shit, have you seen her? What happened up there to make you turn this red?”. It had been a long time since Stanley had seen his brother flustered at all, let alone because of an attractive person. That last thought to himself left him feeling a twinge of sadness in his chest. His brother had been gone for so long and had barely had any time to experience a meaningful romantic relationship, at least that he was aware of. Not that Stan wasn't checking out the new assistant earlier by the cars, and he may have been a little charmed at their unison car locking. However Stan wasn't stupid, he had certainly noticed the glances Y/n stole from his twin in the short time the three of them were together. She would look at his jaw or his hands for just a second too long, a second too long for Stan to notice the little hints before Y/n and Ford left to tour the rest of the house without him. 

“Absolutely nothing happened Stanley, I showed Y/n to her room and that was it. She mentioned that she was tired, so I politely took my leave. I am not sure what you are insinuating here Stanley, but whatever it is, it isn’t happening.” Ford’s poker face regarding his heart, definitely needed work, his blush deepened in his cheeks and his eyes couldn’t meet his twins’. Ford seemed to look at anything in the kitchen other than his brother’s incredulous stare, he began organizing the pile of papers on the kitchen table as he almost waited for Stan’s rebuttal. 

Stanley almost laughed at Ford’s feeble attempts at playing stupid, but he figured he wouldn’t pry on Ford especially with how he looked when he walked into the kitchen, as if he was in the middle of solving the world’s hardest equation. “If you wanna leave it at that, then I won’t make you talk” Stanley turned to leave Ford once again, figuring it was time to hit the hay anyways. He mumbled a goodnight to Ford before heading towards his own room, Ford could barely share the same pleasantries before registering Stanley had in fact not broached further on the subject of his new assistant. Ford was quickly left alone with his thoughts again in the empty kitchen, hearing the water trickle in the distant shower upstairs reminding him once again of the time that was yet to be spent together in the lab. 

He stood in the kitchen for a moment thinking over how Stanley had entirely dropped the teasing conversation, and frankly, it seemed like Stanley knew what he was doing by deliberately not asking. Ford groaned at the thought, bringing his hand up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose under his glasses in slight annoyance. He realized it wasn't far out from when everyone typically goes to bed, so he began to head for the basement when he stopped in his tracks when the distant running water stopped in the shower upstairs. Ford’s mind raced for a moment, running through the different courses of action. Should he head upstairs to make sure that you are all settled for the night, or should he continue to the basement for the night letting her get settled in by herself? He was almost paralyzed in thought as his heart continued to beat faster than before in his chest. 

Ford made his decision as he heard the bathroom door distantly open, as he pulled the vending machine door into its hinges and shut it closed behind him. 

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[busycucumbermelon]

 couple goals

Carmen X influencer reader

Warning, Manipulation, smothering, mention of smut, mention of murder

summary: Carmen really does take after his mother 

After being kidnapped, you threaten Carmen by pointing out that if you didn’t make regular and consistent updates on your normal social media accounts, someone would notice your absence. This would put pressure on Carmen and either force them to let you go or allow you to make those updates, where you could use one of the telltale signs you had previously mentioned on your TikTok to alert others of your situation.

While initially amused at your attempts to threaten him, Carmen became more and more intrigued by watching your daily activities on TikTok. His curiosity got the better of him, as he couldn't resist diving into the seemingly trivial details of your life. As he watched, he became increasingly fascinated by your everyday actions and routines.

It was only a matter of time before the cute act gave way to more sinister intentions…

When Carmen watched the specific video where you had mentioned that you would immediately make a video about how much you hated your brothers' twins if you ever got kidnapped, their first reaction was a slight chuckle. The irony of the situation was amusing to Carmen, given how often you had praised your brothers' twins in other videos. However, the video also sparked a darker thought in Carmen's mind.

The question that was now plaguing Carmen was, "What would your community do if they found out about the truth behind your brothers' twins?"

The fact that all of them are now very much dead

When Carmen visited again and allowed you to make TikTok videos, he had secretly enabled a few settings behind your back. Every single video you made would now need his approval before it could be shared with the rest of the world. This meant he would have the power to decide which videos of yours got to see the light of day.

This put Carmen in the position of controlling what your online community got to see, as he was the one who would have to give the final go ahead before your videos could be made public.

When Carmen finally relented and allowed you to continue making TikToks under his watch, the experience was much different than what you had anticipated. Instead of him threatening you and rushing you into something, he give you a whole wing of his house and only occasionally asked for your cooperation and company.

Your viewers, however, didn't suspect anything and were curious about the odd changes in decor. Some people even inquired if you had moved to a new location. The truth was hidden in plain sight, and no one had a clue what was really going on.

You're a little perplexed by Carmen's behaviour at first. When he had first kidnapped you, he had made it clear that he wanted your attention and affection, but he wasn't rushing you into

anything...yet. However, soon, he did force you to spend time with him, such as cuddling on the couch with snacks

In one of your recent videos, he even made a subtle appearance, although his face wasn't visible. You could tell he was a man based on his boots, and it was clear that Carmen wanted everyone to know you were his property.

While Carmen may have seemed like a fool at times, he was quite clever and knew how to maintain his secrecy. He was well aware that, due to the nature of his job, many people would come after you if he were to randomly show up on your social media page. This is why he presented you with a proposal one day.

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"My dear," Carmen proclaimed as he gently grasped your chin and tilted your head up to face him. Your hands were gripped tightly in fists at your side, a sign of your frustration and mounting anger.

" I have a small proposal, I'm sure you'll find it reasonable," he continued with a patronizing smile.

You thought it was outrageous that he thought you would accept any of his proposals at this point. He had already made you behave as though you loved him, which was more than enough.

" I find nothing you do reasonable; I don't know why you think I should."

He smirked at your response before adding, " Well, I believe it is only fair to mention that your most recent video has gained quite a bit of positive traction. Would you like to know the cause behind it?"

Seeing the reactions to his subtle presence in the background, Carmen realized that even with just a glimpse, your viewers figured out that it was a man and he must’ve be your boyfriend

" All they needed was my boot in the back of your video, and they were able to put it all together," he stated, smirking.

" What are you going to tell your audience?" he asked, his tone becoming more serious. " We both know you're going to have to do the right thing."

The so-called "right thing" wasn't your own decision. It was Carmen’s, and he would make that decision for you. You already knew that there was no way out of this situation. Your social media account was your only link to the outside world; you didn't want it revoked. Consequently, you did whatever Carmen told you to do, regardless of what it meant or how much it went against your own values and beliefs.

As Carmen was one to cook dinner for you whenever he could, this particular evening was no different. You decided to take a video as the perfect opportunity to provide more "evidence" that you were alright and everything was fine. Of course, you were anything but fine, but you didn't exactly have any other options.

Sitting on the countertop, you recorded Carmen's hands as he chopped up vegetables. With the use of careful camerawork and positioning, you managed to ensure that his face didn't appear in the video.

He had already made it clear what would happen if you decided to put his face in a video — your punishment and the subsequent harm that you would face would be considerable, and the danger wouldn't solely stem from Carmen himself. That was enough of a warning to ensure your compliance.

The caption for your video read, " Well, you guys are quite some detectives," and the text overlay over the video featured Carmen slicing vegetables read, " At least one of us is a good cook. "

Carmen himself viewed the recording multiple times prior to it being published, ensuring that it contained nothing that jeopardized the ruse and only reinforced the image of everything being alright.

Well that, and he couldn’t deny the growing bulge in his pants the first time he had watched it you never really complimented him, but you putting it out for all your followers to see was good enough Painting his screen and white before he even published it. Oh, if only it was your pretty face on that screen.

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As you continued to share more of your life's updates on your social media accounts, your audience grew more fascinated by the apparent relationship between you and Carmen. They flooded your comment section with remarks about how lucky you were to have such an amazing and charming partner, and Carmen began to appear in your content more often.

Indeed, people would complain when he wasn’t featured in your uploads, and eventually, you solely stuck to providing brief glimpses of Carmen via camera angles which did not include his face or any identifying features.

An overwhelming number of your content updates depicted Carmen undertaking a variety of small tasks. He would cook meals for you, prepare and run baths, cuddle you when he was at home, and attempt to engulf himself in your scent and scent alone.

Indeed, Carmen was constantly surrounded by death and decay in his work. Being near something that embodied the complete opposite — peace, warmth, and comfort — was something he craved desperately.

One of your uploads seemed to entice your viewers most, in particular, due to Carmen's "deep green eyes." During said video, he was cuddling with you, which was not something you enjoyed in the slightest. In fact, he was constantly enveloping you, and that was truly insufferable. Indeed, when Carmen was out on a mission, you considered it to be a relief and the absolute best thing in the world, allowing you to breathe and relax.

The sheer volume of positive feedback and praise from your viewers started to get to you; perhaps Carmen wasn't as terrible as you believed he was. Certainly, he had taken the lives of a few innocent individuals and....the twins....never mind that.

Your viewers also believed him to be a good person who meant you no harm, and the general consensus was that Carmen was harmless and harmless alone

As you progressively began to feature Carmen in your videos slightly more frequently, he would whisper certain things to you; such as how cute it'll be or what a wonderfully endearing moment it would make for the channel. You now recognized that a specific smile or expression on his face meant that it was time for you to begin filming because it would be ideal content for your channel.

That didn't mean Carmen wanted everything documented though. Carmen often wanted to simply hold you, cover you in kisses, or keep you pinned down to the bed depending on his mood.

It felt like you were constantly being smothered by Carmen. Everything, he constantly wanted you all to himself. And even though you cared about him, you needed space. But it kept feeling like it wouldn't matter what you did, everything you said would lead him to act possessive. And you decided enough was enough. So you took out your camera and started filming, even though you weren't sure how it was going to go over, it was something that needed to be done

. Carmen held your waist as you announced to your channel that you would no longer be posting and that you needed a time to think about yourself and your life. His arms squeezed a bit tighter, a small warning. You added on and spoke about your love life, admitting that you felt like you hadn’t been able to connect with your boyfriend as much as you would like to. As a conclusion, you thanked your viewers for understanding and left the video with another hug from Carmen, even if it wasn’t genuine.

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[asvtrials]

LUNCH [one.]

Navarro x fem!reader

minors dni!

summary: After a rather nasty breakup with Bjorn you try to avoid the group as much as possible and you're doing a good job until you find yourself in Corbelan IV with your best friend. warnings: angst, not proofread, maybe ooc, swearing, part two will contain smut. a/n: This fic is very much inspired by LUNCH by Billie Eilish specifically the following lyrics "I've said it all before, but I'll say it again, I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend. I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend. Do you know how to bend?" sooo... w/c: 2360

You tried to ignore the continuous vibrations of your wristwatch, continuing to move away from the truck, the rough handles of the box scraping your palms. You let the box hit the ground with a loud thud, the annoying buzzing sound made you groan 

It's been almost a month since you and Bjorn broke up but the hurtful words that were thrown your way still stung you. Who are you kidding, you said some nasty bullshit too.

It was always like that with Bjorn. Some laughs and good sex that left you satisfied to ignore the dysfunction in your relationship, if you can even call it.

He never called it that, never even called you his girlfriend, never asked you out, never told you how much he liked you—unless it was after sex and he was all fucked out. It was always, his ‘friend’, his ‘buddy’, his ‘something’ but you never felt like he was yours. 

So all that bubbling anger and insecurity led to a fight more intense than any you’ve ever had and you stormed out.

You felt guilty every time you came up with an excuse to avoid a meeting until you simply didn't answer at all.

You did this, you distanced yourself from them and you had no right to be hurt but you couldn't help the sting that followed every time you saw the name of the caller

It was always Kay, sometimes Rain and Tyler, and you loved them all. But never the person you considered your closest friend.

Being in such a fickle situation, you often found yourself thinking who would stick around. They were all family and you were just an outsider, even if they never made you feel like it, you knew it was true.

But there was always someone that made you feel like something more. You didn’t know how, or why but she did. Navarro.

You thought you built something, a friendship and you weren't just her brother's boyfriend. But you must've been mistaken, because there wasn't a time you saw her name pop on the wristwatch.

But that didn't matter anymore.

The day was unbearable. Everything was annoying you and you had to restrain yourself from throwing the drill to the ground and walking away several times throughout the day.

When it was finally time to clock out after eleven exhausting hours you rushed to the locker room and got your things.

Normally you'd just walk right out, the supervisors ignoring you like they ignored the rest of the workers, but this time one of them stopped you before you could reach the door.

“Worker #233 your shift isn't finished.”

“What?” You frowned. “Eleven hours, I just clocked out” You argued, turning to face the guard.

“You owe the company eight more hours according to our records.” He spoke, voice monotone.

“What are you talking about? I didn't miss any days and I wasn't late a single day.” You were starting to lose your patience and it was clear in your voice. You just wanted to go home and crash on your bed.

“You have registered to fill in for another worker, yet you never fulfilled the quota. Worker #5583.” He informed you. You stared at him, clearly confused. “Marie Rain Carradine if the files are correct.” He corrected in irritation.

Fuck. 

This one time Rain fell down hard, hitting her knee in the process. The poor girl couldn't even walk straight, so you offered to take her place, take her home, and fill in the hours when you were needed. Did it have to be today?

“You are needed in the spacecraft maintenance department.” He told you, clearly as tired of this conversation as you were. 

“Seriously? Maintenance?” You raised a brow.

“You want to go back to the mines” He countered, quickly silencing you.

You returned to the clock-in room with a loud sigh, not really caring to hide your exhaustion as you approached the counter. You stared at the lady behind the glass, eyes tired and uninterested. 

The lady didn't seem to care as she took your worker's card and scanned it.

“Y/n L/n, right? You are assigned to perform a maintenance assessment on ‘Corbelan IV’.” She announced and gave you back your card, expecting you to get the tools and get out but you stared at the woman with wide eyes. She stared back at you, her gaze confused.

“Corbelan IV?” You asked, hoping you misheard.

“Yes, there's a shortage in staff” She answered unenthusiastically.

No, fuck no.

“Isn't, um, isn't there another ship?” You hesitantly asked. 

Panic started to sip through you while the woman lowered her glasses, staring at you disapprovingly.

“Like— isn't there another ship? Or something—anything, really.” You rambled the more the woman stared.

She raised a brow before pushing the card closer to you and turning back to her computer screen, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Fucking cunt” you mumbled under your breath as you grabbed the card.

You grabbed the tools from the shelf and walked out, the cold air hitting your face again. But you refused to move any faster, trying to stall as much as you could.

You spend too much time on this ship to know that it wasn't just any mining hauler, it was Navarro's baby. And most of the time the entire crew was there “cleaning and checking” it. In reality, you were there to drink and laugh and maybe actually do your work.

When you finally arrived you stared at the enormous craft for a while. This is going to be awkward…

You walked around until you finally found the ladder and pushed yourself up. Once you entered the ship you didn't hear any chatter from inside, even though the gate was wide open.

You just hoped Bjorn wasn’t here and by the quietness that filled this place, you guessed he wasn’t.

You walked deeper into the ship finding the second ladder to the cockpit and climbing, your boots making noise in contrast to how quiet the entire ship was.

“Kay, that you?” 

Navarro. You should have guessed.

You stopped in your tracks, hearing her deep voice after so long sent shivers down your spine.

“Uh, no. Not Kay.” You spoke after a beat.

The silence around you shifted into an uncomfortable silence so intense that you considered turning around and walking away.

But the sound of the small hum forced you to stay put.

No turning back now.

You continued climbing, finally seeing the yellow light of Navarro’s desk light. You forced yourself to lift your eyes once you stepped into the cockpit. 

There she was, awkwardly standing with her arms folded as she leaned against the back of her pilot seat watching you.

“Hey.” She spoke softly. She really tried to seem relaxed but her hand slowly lifted to scratch the back of her neck.

Such a funny habit of hers. You remember trying to keep yourself from giggling every time you saw her in awkward situations. She looked so unbothered until you noticed how she nervously rubbed the back of her neck.

It wasn't funny now.

Your eyes avoided her as you spoke “Hey.”

You remembered the toolbox in your hand and lifted it a bit to hopefully divert her attention to the item.

Her eyes took some time to leave your face, slowly falling to the toolbox. A small frown appeared on her face but it was quickly pushed away. “Oh yeah.” she mumbled.

You tensed as she approached you, leaning closer to you to take the object from your hand. You tried to ignore how close her cheek was to yours or how cold her fingers were when they gently wrapped around yours—well not around your hand but the handle of the toolbox.

Her fingers were always cold, no matter how warm the place was. She would always stand behind you, her tall physique made it very easy for her to rest her chin on your head or shoulder as her hands slid inside your pockets, squeezing your warm hands in hers and laughing when you yelped at the contact.

This time her fingers quickly moved away, taking the box with her. Her boots thud loudly against the metal floor as she walked to her pilot chair and placed the object on the cushiony seat.

The uncomfortable silence made you feel compelled to start the conversation.

“How have you been?” You asked quietly, awkwardly moving closer to her.

“Fine. You?” She answered, her loud rummaging through the toolbox echoing across the empty ship.

You weren't sure If you wanted to be truthful—if she wanted to hear about her brother's ex talking shit about him.

But she was your friend, right? You weren't just Bjorn's girlfriend all this time, right?

You ignored your consciousness screaming for you to keep your mouth shut.

You embarrassingly noticed the sweat that covered your hands and quickly wiped them on your shirt suddenly glad that the girl was turned the other way.

“Not that good, if I'm being honest” You replied with a small sigh.

The girl froze for a moment, not sure how to respond to your honesty. Eventually, she turned to face you with a hesitant smile appearing on her face momentarily “I get it. Breakups are tough.” 

“It wasn't a breakup” You argued, you couldn't contain the bitterness in your tone. “ We were never together to begin with.” 

You wanted to stop—really, but you just couldn't. With a groan, you slumped on a nearby seat.

“I mean don't get me wrong, being in a relationship with someone like Bjorn sounds like an actual nightmare—No offense…” You quickly added, sending Navarro an apologetic look.

“None taken,” Navarro said with a chuckle slowly approaching you. “Trust me, shit-talking Bjorn isn't new to me”

“Yeah.” You laughed, throat closing up a bit when she sat on the seat next to you.

“So I'm all ears. Why do you hate Bjorn—sorry, that asshole” She said with a mischievous smile.

But suddenly you didn't want to talk about Bjorn.

You couldn't.

Having her next to you after so long felt too good. So good that you couldn't stop your lips from curling into a smile.

“I don't want to talk about him.” He murmured, eyes meeting her amused ones.

“I missed talking to you, Varro.” You whispered, bumping her shoulder with your own softly. There was a certain melancholy in your tone, a small question lingering in your mind.

“Why didn't you call?”

You watched the playfulness in her eyes slowly turn into something else, something like guilt.

Maybe she was thinking the same thing, because she wasn't answering, just searching in your eyes for something before suddenly standing

Your eyes followed her with a frown as she walked to the pilot seat sitting down. Everything about her changed. Her friendly demeanor flipped to a much more distant one.

You hesitantly stood up. “I know I didn't answer and all but I didn't know what to say, i mean you guys are Bjorn's family” You tried to defend yourself while staring at the back of her head.

But the only thing Navarro offered you was a slow nod.

“I would've answered to you.” You confessed, blood rushing to your cheeks.

It was true. If Navarro called you you'd pick up the call without a second thought, the idea of hearing her voice enough to make you push past initial awkwardness.

She paid no mind to you, didn't even spare you a glance yet you were standing here like an idiot, essentially begging for her forgiveness. You bit your lip, cheeks burning with shame.

“I know. That's why I didn't call you” The words came out quick. Too quick. Her own eyes widened and she immediately turned to face you, obviously surprised that she let those words slip out.

You just stared at each other for a long beat, not sure what to say.

“That sounded wrong, I didn't mean it like t—” She attempted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, the burning in your cheeks was now a product of anger.

She sighed, running a hand through her buzzed head but her lack of response only fuelled your anger.

“What am I inconveniencing you by coming here? By talking to you?” You asked, not expecting an answer before continuing “I'm sorry Navarro, I thought we were fucking friends!” 

“We are!” Navarro began, attempting to approach you. You could see the remorse in her eyes but you couldn't stand here anymore, the stinging in your eyes becoming unbearable

No, you weren't going to cry here, you weren't going to fall this low.

“Clearly we fucking weren't!” You spoke as you walked to the ladder, climbing down without missing a beat. “Cause it looks like all I fucking was, was Bjorn’s girlfriend that you had to put up with” 

“That's fucking bullshit!” Navarro argued but it didn't matter anymore, you were going down faster, getting out of her eyesight.

The girl walked closer, looking down at you from the gap on the floor but you refused to look up.

“Y/n you can't seriously believe that shit!” Navarro's desperate voice echoed in the ship and as the elevator got closer to the surface of the ship, you jumped down with a loud thud. 

You don't remember how you got out of there. You don't even remember what stupid excuse you came up with to tell the supervisors but you remember Navarro trying to call out your name. 

The moment you got home you tossed your clothes to the ground and got inside the shower.

The moment the water fell on your burning body you felt the walls around you crack. With a choked sob your tears started flowing.

Navarro was special, she was special to you. And you thought you were special to her too.

The way she talked to you, the way she comforted you, the way she looked at you.

When you laid in your bed feeling small and pathetic and a like fucking moron for believing that you weren't just Bjorn's ‘friend’ and now ex all this time.

[barelytolerabled]

The Secret Admirer

Part 01

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Introduction of you and the anonymous love letters and gifts you have been receiving. Introduce Spencer, the person who helps you figure out who the secret admirer is.

Warnings: stalking

next

The sun was setting over the city as you sat at your desk, staring at the latest anonymous love letter on your desk.

You couldn't believe your eyes as you opened yet another gift from your anonymous admirer. It was a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, but the note attached to it was disturbing. "I will always be with you, no matter what," it read.

You had been receiving these love letters and gifts for weeks, and at first, you thought it was sweet. But as the messages became more frequent and more obsessive, you started to feel afraid. You didn't know who was sending them or what they wanted from you.

One day, you found yourself opening a package that contained several photographs of yourself. They were all candid shots taken in public places, and you didn't even know that someone was taking them. The thought that someone had been following you and taking pictures without your knowledge made your skin crawl. The pictures were accompanied by a note that read, "I'm always watching you, my love." It was then that you realized that your anonymous admirer had crossed a dangerous line, and you knew you needed to take action before things got even more out of hand.

You finally decided to contact the authorities. All of this needed to end.

A few days later, you found yourself sitting in your living room surrounded by a team of agents from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, or BAU, of the FBI. One of them, Dr. Spencer Reid, stood out to you. He was tall and lanky with curly hair and glasses, and he seemed very intelligent.

After introducing themselves, the BAU team asked you to tell them everything you knew about the letters and gifts you had been receiving. They took notes as you spoke, and Reid asked some very specific questions about the wording of the letters and the types of gifts you had received.

As the team settled in and began to make themselves comfortable, Agent Hotchner took the lead and addressed you.

"Can you tell us everything you know about the letters and gifts you've been receiving?" he asked, his tone calm and professional.

You took a deep breath and began to describe the situation, detailing everything from the first letter to the most recent gift.

"It started about a month ago," you said. "I received a letter in the mail from an anonymous sender. It was a love letter, and it was really sweet at first. But then, I started getting more letters and gifts, and they started to feel really obsessive."

The team listened intently, taking notes as you spoke.

Reid, who had been analyzing the letters and gifts since he arrived, spoke up.

"Can you tell us about the wording of the letters? Were there any specific phrases or language patterns that stood out to you?"

You thought for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there were a few things that seemed odd. The letters always referred to me as 'my love' or 'my darling,' and they talked a lot about how we were meant to be together forever. It was all very intense."

Reid nodded, taking more notes.

"What about the gifts?" Agent Morgan asked. "What kinds of things have you been receiving?"

You listed off some of the gifts, from flowers to jewelry to a stuffed animal.

"The gifts were always really nice, but the notes that came with them were always a little unsettling," you said.

Agent Prentiss spoke up, her voice sympathetic.

"I can imagine how scary this must be for you. But we're here to help. We're going to do everything we can to catch this person and make sure you're safe."

You nodded, feeling grateful for their support.

Reid continued to ask more specific questions about the letters and gifts, and the rest of the team offered their expertise and support.

As they gathered more information, you began to feel a sense of hope. With their help, you knew that you had a real chance of catching your stalker and putting an end to this terrifying ordeal.

These agents were experts at profiling and catching criminals, and you felt confident that they would be able to help you catch your stalker.

Reid, in particular, seemed to take a special interest in your case. He asked to see some of the letters and gifts you had received, and he spent hours analyzing them for any clues that could help identify the perpetrator.

As the days went on, you and Reid began to spend more and more time together. You found that you had a lot in common, and you enjoyed talking to him about everything from books to science to psychology.

One day, while the investigation was still ongoing, you and Spencer were waiting outside the police station after giving your statements to the detectives. It was a hot summer day, and the sun was beating down on the pavement. You both stood in the shade of a nearby tree, grateful for the respite from the heat.

You started chatting about the latest book you had read, and Spencer's eyes lit up.

"I've been wanting to read that one," he said, smiling.

"Really?" you replied. "I actually have a copy with me right now. Do you want to borrow it?"

Spencer's face broke into a grin.

"I would love that," he said. "Thank you."

You pulled the book out of your bag and handed it to him, and he examined the cover with interest.

As you walked back to your cars, you chatted about the book and your shared love of literature. You found that you had more in common than you initially realized, and you enjoyed spending time with him.

Over the next few days, you and Spencer continued to talk and spend time together whenever possible. You found that he was a great listener, and you appreciated his analytical mind and thoughtful insights. As the investigation continued, you began to feel more and more grateful for his support and companionship.

But as your connection grew stronger, so did your stalker's obsession. You started receiving even more threatening messages, and you knew that you were running out of time. With the help of the BAU team and especially Reid, you knew that you had to catch your stalker before it was too late.

But as your connection with Spencer grew stronger, the stalker's obsession with you intensified. It started with more frequent letters and gifts, but soon escalated to more dangerous forms of communication.

One day, you received a message that made your blood run cold. It was a picture of you and Spencer, taken from a distance while you were walking together. The message read, "I see you. I see everything. Stay away from him."

You knew that the stalker was watching you and was aware of your growing friendship with Spencer. The message made it clear that they were not happy about it.

You were terrified, and the fear only grew when you received another message a few days later. This time, it was a package left on your doorstep. Inside was a photo of you and Spencer, this time with red X's drawn over his face and the words "Stay away or else" scrawled in red ink.

You knew that you had to tell Spencer about the messages, but you didn't want to put him in danger. You were caught between your fear and your growing feelings for him, and you didn't know what to do next.

You arranged to meet him at a nearby coffee shop and took a deep breath before walking in.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual as you slid into the booth opposite him. "I need to tell you something."

Spencer looked at you with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone, showing him the messages and the photo you had received.

"I've been getting these for a while now," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "And I think it's because of our growing friendship."

Spencer's face paled as he read the messages, and he reached across the table to take your hand.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice soft. "I had no idea."

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what had been happening and what steps you could take to protect yourselves. Spencer was supportive and understanding, and you felt grateful to have him by your side.

As you walked into the BAU headquarters, you felt a sense of unease settle over you. The threatening messages had continued, and you were worried about what the stalker might do next.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the bullpen where the rest of the team was gathered. Morgan and Prentiss looked up as you approached, concern etched on their faces.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Prentiss asked, her voice gentle.

You took a deep breath and shook your head.

"Not great," you said. "I received another message, and this time it's specifically about Reid."

The team's expressions grew even more serious as you showed them the message. Reid, who had been typing away on his computer, looked up with concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "This is all my fault."

You shook your head, trying to dispel the guilt you knew Reid was feeling.

"No, it's not," you said firmly. "This stalker is the one who's doing this. And they're targeting us both because of our friendship."

The team nodded in agreement, and Garcia spoke up.

"I've been working on tracing the stalker's online presence," she said. "But it's been tricky. They're using multiple aliases and they keep bouncing around different IP addresses."

Reid furrowed his brow, lost in thought.

"What about the language in the messages?" he asked. "Is there any pattern or specific phrasing that might give us a clue?"

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through the messages, trying to remember any details that might be relevant.

"I'm not sure," you said slowly. "But I'll do my best to remember everything and write it down for you."

The team nodded, and you felt a sense of gratitude for their support. You knew that catching the stalker wouldn't be easy, but with the BAU team on your side, you felt like you had a fighting chance.

Morgan and Prentiss offered to help increase security around your home and workplace, and Garcia worked to trace the stalker's online presence. Reid analyzed the language and patterns in the letters, trying to identify any clues that could help catch the stalker.

The entire team was determined to help you and Spencer, and their support gave you hope that you would be able to catch the stalker and put an end to their dangerous obsession.

[bestofmultiverse]

Mastermind ; Milly Alcock x fem!Reader.

A/N: admittedly i didn't reread it in any point so it probably contains many mistakes- also english is not my native language so beware. Ps i gave R a piercing but its honestly not a big deal. Ps2: Idk if I'm gonna give it a part 2 or not so just go with it and let me know if u do want.

Warning: this shitty thirst trap contains (probably bad) smut, so please if you're a minor or generally if its not your gem, take a step back

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"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"I didn't order this" she said kindly to the woman before looking back at her friends, who seemed as clueless as she.

Well, Emily's friends to be exact.

They were celebrating the younger girl birthday and Milly was just one out of a whole lot of people who (rightfully) cherished the girl's presence in their lives.

"It was sent to you specifically by another table" the waitress clarified and milly raised an eyebrow.

(These things happen only in movies, are they not?)

The waitress pointed to a table not too far from theirs, at a pretty looking girl.

Effortless Charming, she seemed.

The girl was engaged in a conversation with her drinking buddies, the two guys seemed to be arguing about something Milly couldn't make, as the pretty girl rolled her eyes fondly at them and took a sip out of her drink.

Painted lips curving an entertained smile as one of the boys put his hand around her shoulder.

"Are you sure its her?" Milly asked the waitress and the woman nodded before turning away.

Milly glanced back at the girl, just so she could catch her gaze.

Y/e/c spark in excitement.

The girl sent her a small smile and raised her drink, holding it as a 'cheers' kind of gesture.

Milly smiled back before doing the same.

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After half an hour or so, Milly noticed the two guys who shared the table with the beautiful stranger getting up to dance floor, seemed to taking their chances with various different women.

The woman stayed at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Milly decided to adress her- and giving Emily and her friends a break.

Emily gave her a an encouraging hand squeeze as she got up before turning back to one of her friends, a girl Milly couldn't name for her life.

"Interesting choice of a drink, you had"

The actress said as she took the unoccupied sit next to the stranger.

The same sit the guy who put his hand on her sat in earlier- which was closer then she probably should've.

But it was a crowded place, full with drunk people and the girl was hot, and milly was a bit tipsy , and maybe a bit horny as well (cant blame a woman for her needs)

"Is that so? I honestly gambled on it. Good to know it worked"

"Didn't say it did" Milly taunted.

The girl's smiled at her knowingly,

"Yet, you're here, aren't you?"

(Yes, i am- milly thought)

"You seem confident enough so imagine my surprise that you only a drink and nothing else. You could've approached me. I do not bite"

"Unfortunately" the strange smirked and milly smirked back.

"I see no reason to bother a person without knowing where I'm standing in the situation."

She admitted "not a coward, but a calculated woman"

"Always the mastermind, I presume?"

"Barely" she chuckled before signaling the waitress.

"So, now that you have my attention. What's next?"

Milly hold up the stranger drink and took a small sip, containing eye contact.

The stranger smirk grew.

"Another drink, if you'd like"

The waitress approached.

"Naturally" milly smirked back before turning to the waitress who had a knowing glint in her eyes.

(Milly wondered if the waitress could see how close milly was to pull the overly confident and attractive woman to the restroom)

The night continues on,

The two flirted a lot and touched each other in ways that could pass as innocent, yet both knew were not,

In one moment milly's hand brushed the girl's hand,

In another the stranger's hand found a home on the actress thigh.

Milly bit her lip, and the girl's gaze linger on it a bit to long to consider innocent.

Milly brushed a piece of hair behind the girl's ear and made her blush slightly.

(It wasn't the alcohol, she knew)

"We should dance" the girl said at some point and and pulled milly to the dance floor.

Milly's eyes catch Emily's from across the room and winked at her. Her friend's laughed at her antics.

Saying milly was stunned will be an understatement,

The girl knew how to move, and made her whole body tinge in anticipation. Her lips linger not far from milly's own as she swayed close to her. Their bodies inches apart.

It was the last straw for the actress, and after a few minutes of this, she decided she might burst at any second.

Especially when she felt the girl's back on her front.

She put her hands on the stranger's waist and titled her face slightly to meet her hungry gaze.

"We're leaving now" she stated and the girl sent her a knowing smile

"Is that a commend, your grace?"

(A mastermind you are)

Milly smirked and pulled her further into herself. Her lips close to the stranger ear. "It is, a commend"

{this is a bit smutty so idk how well thats gonna go}

30 minutes later milly found herself in the girl's flat. Their lips connected and clothed half undone.

Milly's lips on the stranger's collarbone, taking in the flavor of her as the girl shuddered breath quickened.

"The bed-" the girl started to say and milly pulled her further into the room, the girl's legs hitting the bed and she fell on the mattress.

The blonde took no time before pulling her own top off.

Her smirk growing as the girl on the bed pulled her own dress off and showed a perfect skin and no bra.

A few tattoos scattered across the girl's body and a small silver piercing attached to her eight nipple. Her hardened nipple

It was delightful sight and the blonde had to stop herself from attacking the girl's nipple piercing with her tongue, instead she captured the painted lips in her own before pulling herself over the girl- who was now lying on the mattress, panting and turned on.

"Take it off" the girl said and went to pull over milly's Calvin klein's bra.

"Ask nicely" she said and attacked the girl's pulse spot.

The stranger whimpered so delightfully and milly felt her body reacts to it.

"So confident from the outside, but aren't you a good little brat"

The girl whimpered again.

"Please Milly"

Milly's lips trailed down the girl's chest, before stoping on her perky, pierced tits, her hot mouth finding the cold metal piercing, and her tongue delightfully playing with it.

Her left hand finding the girl's other nipple, giving her it well deserved attention and devotion.

She felt the girl's shuddering under her and decided it was time to move further down. But nit before taking her bra off. Exposing her own tits.

The girl's eyes scanned them so fiercely, one might think it was a form of art.

(It kinda was)

Milly's lips trailed to the girl's stomach, kissing every inch of it before pulling herself further down to the girl's thighs.

Milly learned with time how Soft butterfly kisses in the right spots can get a woman into a frantic state, and ph how diving sight it was.

"Please milly" the stranger begged as milly's teeth grazed her soaked panties.

"Please what" the blonde said and pulled herself up, to look at the woman beneath her.

Her blue eyes demanding.

"You know what" the girl said irritated before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.

"Don't be a brat" milly said as she pushed the girl's back to the mattress and dominantly cupped her face in her right hand.

"Fuck, please fuck me milly"

No further admission was necessary and milly found herself pulling herself back down, so her teeth could grazed the ruined fabric again.

Moment later with swift motion of her hand it was gone and the girl was bare in front of her, her pussy wet and the numb of nerves pulsing with anticipation.

One look at it and the girl's frantic gaze was enough for milly to know that she cant make anymore teasing, not for now, so she did what the girl was begging her to do from the moment she pulled her into her apartment- or even earlier when she sent her the drink- she attached her lips to the pulse point and flickered her experienced tongue,

The girl was a mess, no more cleaver remarks or confident words, just mumbling and whimpering of milly's name - that sounded oddly like a prayer.

It was so hot milly had to stop herself from pushing her own hand into her own pants, instead she pushed a finger into the girl's wet core, that seemed to take it as it was nothing, stretching and accepting it as if Milly's finger was a part of it anatomy.

a few seconds later another finger was in and the girl's breath became frantic.

"Milly, faster, please"

And she did went faster, her tongue turning and swirling the bud as if it was a candy in her mouth, her taste buds enjoying the taste as well, and her fingers working so fast - as if they were in a race- and winning.

"Cum for me baby"

And that was it, the walls were tightened and her body rose up a few inches in the air as milly's other hand kept her grounded, momentarily later circling her stomach.

Milly's lips found themselves in the delightful task of cleaning up some of the mess she caused before she pulled herself back over the panting, sweaty girl, and gave a kiss.

Her finger's who were still coated with the girl's juices went straight into her mouth as she kept an eye connection.

The girl smirked up at her, turned on by the sight.

"You're so fucking hot" she said and milly stroke her cheek fondly.

"You're the one to be talking"

Milly kissed her nose and she giggled momentarily before pulling milly into another kiss.

"Take your pants off" the stranger commended

Milly raised an eyebrow

"Please"

[rielzero]

Dissociative Amnesia and what it does (Yes this post is also about Astarion)

TRIGGER WARNING: I discuss how Trauma affects your memory and my experience with it.

This post is specifically about amnesia surrounding the self, there is a variant to this type of amnesia that erases the access to a bad memory or collection of memories itself. A quick google search will tell you;

Dissociative amnesia involves not being able to recall information about oneself (not normal forgetting). This amnesia is usually related to a traumatic or stressful event and may be: localized – unable to remember an event or period of time (most common type)

Hi! I have CPTSD, and as a result of a lot of life events I experienced, I have dissociative amnesia. I wrote in detail about my experience with bad memory in a much older post: This one here. I recommend you read it as I'll skip over some things explained in more detail there.

In DND lore, Elves use meditation to recall memories of oneself, they do not require sleep and have different physiology when it comes to rest. Spiritual physiology counts here too, since Elves reincarnate. This lore is explained better on the forgotten realms wiki.

I've seen a lot of posts going over Astarion's line when you ask him about himself after the vampire reveal.. Instead of the magistrate thing he will mention that 200 years of torture leave little to remember.

Now, this- as someone who has cptsd is a thing I recognize very well. If you take in consideration that elves at a certain point meditate memories of their years and eventually past lives- when next you are being tortured and disconnected from your past lives by becoming undead, your most recent memories will be those decades and decades just torture. When you are in a place of misery- you will lose connection to good memories, or distant memories. The worse something is, the more precedent that memory becomes- It's a survival thing. ''This is the bad thing, we must avoid'' and you might relive it at random, without knowing why exactly. Astarion says so himself. What's 39 elf years vs 200 years of being undead and put through pure hell? (Still unclear on what Astarion's actual age is, but I'm not going into that, I had another post for this.)

Please know: This does not mean you have permanent memory loss- you lose attachment and association to good memories. One day can be a nightmare, but something good could also have happened that same week. When you're traumatized by repeated events unfortunately the repetitive ''bad thing'' will be prioritized by your survival instinct and shock you more if you are continuously exposed to it in a dangerous environment. The longer you are in an unsafe environment, the more your association to good things becomes detached. You develop coping mechanisms and behaviors, avoidance, bias. We see this in Astarion and how he treats the player when they meet. He's in a situation he feels incredibly unfamiliar with- so he falls back on daggers and threats. Manipulative charm comes afterwards. His coping mechanisms of course, have been discussed in more detail by others on this platform. Now to the memory thing; from my own experience with randomly remembering stuff once I got out of the ''unsafe'' environment for a long time, once your body feels settled or secure.. Things just come back. Either its a nightmare flashback that you need to process slowly, because you haven't had time for it while you felt unsafe, or it can be the ''good'' or the ''normal'' memories too.

I personally headcanon and believe- that 200 years alone of torture don't necessarily erase ''39'' years of something else. I have been in ''unsafe'' environment for most of my life, since I was a kid. Once I hit 21, when I finally felt safe things just started popping up in my head. Both bad and good. I might not be an immortal long living creature, but I am still having random memories flood back these days.

It's very alienating at times to see your old self through that lens that you often don't recognize that person as someone that was you. Simply because you've outgrown it or you've matured. Your brain has distanced you from it because there was no space to even think of it.

I still experience horrible short term memory and frequent recollective ability malfunction. (Basically I struggle with routines or storing information I have not been able to process thoroughly.) Memory loss happens to me all the time and it is more inconvenient to me than it is to anyone who's annoyed by it..

Now imagine either ending route of Astarion, (Wether spawn or ascended) finally settling down in a place of peace, and he goes and meditates. Sometimes he dreams of torture again, and eventually after a while.. He remembers his parents, he remembers an old friend.. He remembers being bullied at school, he remembers a lover he cheated on.. He just starts remembering his life before the torture. Just bit by bit- very small things. And it's like.. It feels like A completely different person to him.

That's what it was like for me. Sometimes out of nowhere, I will recall something I said, or did in my youth. Something outside of the shitty things I went through. And sometimes I'll remember things that were done to me and realize.. That was wrong, and someone should've said something about it. Sometimes I'll remember something incredibly cringe I did as a kid and just cringe about it again. Eugh. I don't always remember the trauma and only the trauma. I'd remember things outside of it too, just not as frequent.

CPTSD doesn't always ''trigger'' your brain might not associate the memories with anything. They just pop up casually like ''hi! I exist! U feel safe?? WELL NOW-'' It's annoying and distressing sometimes.

Even the color or shape of something might just quietly nudge your mind.. ''Oh hey here's this image'' there's not always telling were it comes from. It might just happen, because.

And it takes time to heal too, remembering is a part of healing. Remembering your past both good and bad. Some people don't heal from it though, and instead dive deeper and deeper into the misery. They feel more unsafe than they did before.

[kisses-for-you]

Memory - Donna Troy

Donna Troy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Donna goes to warn you about an attack that's being organised but when she gets to you, it's too late.

Word Count: 1,779

You're all alone in the tower, with no one around to help you. The rest of the Titans have gone out on a mission to take down an enemy but they told you to stay put as you're already injured and they didn't want to put you through any unnecessary stress. But now here you are, crying out for help but no one to help you.

The mission the rest of the Titans set out on was a trap, one that they fell right into. But they didn't know, not yet at least. The enemy wanted to gather all the Titans together, and then go to the tower, where you were. Why did they want you specifically? You don't know but the the injury you already have makes it so much harder to fight back. You just hope someone will realise it's a trap before it's too late.

Donna races through the dimly lit streets of the city, her heart pounding with urgency. She discovered something from one of the enemies: a sinister plan to attack the Titans in the tower. Fear grips her as she sprints towards the Titans Tower, her mind racing with thoughts of the danger that awaits. You're the only Titan there, so if they'd already got to you... Donna doesn't even want to think about it. You're her fiancée, she should be there for you.

The elevator to the living room opens, revealing a scene of chaos. Furniture is overturned, and the air hangs heavy with an eerie silence. Panic clenches at Donna's chest as she searches desperately for any sign of you.

And that's when she finds you, crumpled on the floor, battered and bruised. Donna's breath catches in her throat at the sight of your unconscious form. Anguish and rage surge through her veins as she gently cradles you in her arms, hoping to wake you softly.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm right here," Donna whispers, her voice showing her true fear. Gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, she caresses your cheek, a flicker of relief crossing her eyes when she realizes you're still breathing.

Donna shakes your shoulder softly but that doesn't seem to work. Desperation clouds Donna's eyes as she tries to wake you, her pleas growing slightly more urgent. "Come on, Y/N, wake up. Please." She fumbles for her phone, hastily calling the other Titans about the situation. Her voice trembles with a mixture of fear and guilt as she updates them on your condition.

Seconds feel like an eternity as Donna continues her attempts to wake you, her hands gripping yours with a tight, protective determination. Donna's gaze never leaves you, her heart pounding with each passing second. "I should've been here sooner," she mutters to herself, the weight of responsibility heavy on her shoulders.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, pain shooting through your body as you attempt to sit up. Donna sighs in relief as she sees you regaining consciousness. She gently eases you back down, concern etched across her face. "Easy there, Y/N. You took quite a couple of hits by the looks of it, but you're going to be okay. I promise." Her voice wavers with a mix of emotions-relief, worry, and a tinge of guilt for not being there in time.

As you regain consciousness, the world around you is a blur. The pain in your body is overwhelming, and you struggle to piece together what happened. Donna's face comes into focus, filled with a mix of relief and concern. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you try to make sense of the situation. Who was this woman here with you? And how does she know you?

Trying to ignore the pain in your body, you sit up and look at the woman by your side, your brows furrowed in confusion. "..I'm sorry but who are you?" you ask.

Donna's eyes widen with a mixture of shock and hurt at your question. The weight of realization hits her as she stares at you, grappling with the fact that you don't remember her. She doesn't want to believe it.

"Y/N, this isn't funny. There's no time for jokes. We need to get to the hospital so stop fucking around and let me help you up," she says firmly, still hoping that you're just fucking with her.

You can see the desperation in Donna's eyes as she pleads with you to stop joking around. But you're not. You seriously don't know her. "Look, I don't know who you are so just tell me how you know me," you respond hesitantly, the confusion evident in your voice. The situation is tense, and Donna's emotions turn into a whirlwind the longer you keep talking.

Donna's heart sinks at your words, the gravity of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself despite the mix of emotions raging within. "You seriously don't remember me? Y/N, it's me, Donna. We're... we're together. You're my fiancée," she says, her voice wavering with vulnerability.

You continue to look at her with a blank expression, every single memory of your relationship, of her, gone. Donna's eyes glisten with unshed tears, as she waits for you to somehow just get your memories back. She silently prays for a miracle, something, anything.

"If you're really telling me the truth then I'm sorry but I really don't remember you," you say apologetically.

Maybe you can't remember this woman, but you remember everyone else or at least you think you do. Dick, Gar, Rachel, Kory, Hank and Dawn.. is that all of them? You hope so because if not then you're in even deeper trouble.

Donna, devastated by your lack of memory, takes a moment to collect herself. She decides to focus on getting you checked out first. Memory loss can be a sign of something serious. "We can figure this out later. Right now, we need to get you to the hospital. Come on, I'll help you up," Donna says, a determined glint in her eyes as she helps you get up from the floor.

As Donna helps you up, you notice the genuine concern in her eyes. The Tower is still in disarray, a stark contrast to the usual order. Donna guides you towards the elevator, her mind racing with worry about the trap that was set and the danger that still lingers.

You get in the passenger seat of the car, Donna getting in the driver's. The drive to the hospital is silent as neither of you knows what to say. How exactly do you talk to your supposed fiancée that you have no recollection of?

Donna steals occasional glances at you, searching for any sign that you might remember her but to no avail. It seems your memories have no trace of her. The hospital looms ahead, and Donna's grip on the steering wheel tightens.

The hospital's emergency room becomes a whirlwind of activity as you're rushed in for treatment. Donna stays close, her worry etched across her face. Doctors and nurses attend to your injuries while Donna waits anxiously, grappling with the uncertainty of your situation.

As you undergo examinations, Donna paces the waiting area, anxiety gnawing at her every second. The Titans, alerted by Donna, arrive at the hospital, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Donna briefs them quickly on the situation, not necessarily in the mood to talk. Her own fiancee doesn't remember her for god's sake.

Approximately two hours later, one of the doctors who was examining you comes out. The doctor approaches Donna and the rest of the Titans with a serious expression. "She sustained some injuries, but physically she should recover with time. However, the memory loss is concerning. We'll need to run further tests to understand the extent of it. It might be temporary or related to the trauma she experienced. We'll keep you updated."

The news weighs heavily on Donna and the rest of the Titans. Donna nods, her jaw clenched, a mix of determination and worry etched on her face. Before the doctor can leave, Donna asks, "Do you know if there's a specific reason why she can't remember only me? It's like she remembers everyone else completely fine except for me."

The doctor furrows his brow, contemplating your situation. "It's challenging to pinpoint the exact cause without further evaluation. Memory is a complex aspect of the brain, and trauma can manifest in various ways. We'll conduct additional tests to delve deeper into the specifics. It's not uncommon for memory loss to exhibit selectively."

Donna listens intently, her worry deepening. She thanks the doctor and turns to the Titans, determination in her eyes. "We need to find out what happened during that mission and why Y/N was the target. There's more to this, and we can't let our guard down." The Titans nod in agreement to her words.

A couple of hours have passed now and everyone has left to go back home except one. Donna. She's still here at the hospital. Donna sits by your bedside, her gaze fixed on you as you rest. The room is filled with a heavy silence, interrupted only by the occasional sounds of the hospital. Her mind is a whirlwind of emotions, trying to piece together the events of today and make some sense of them.

As the minutes tick by, Donna reaches for your hand, her touch gentle yet firm. She leans in, whispering words of reassurance, hoping that somewhere deep within, it can spark some sort of memory.

"I'll be here for you, Y/N, no matter what. We'll face this together," Donna murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maybe you don't remember her but her presence is comforting and almost familiar. A sense of calm washes over you at her words and you open your eyes, looking over at her tiredly, the corners of your mouth quirking up into a small smile.

All of a sudden, you get an intense headache. It causes you to wince and hold your head in pain. "Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?" Donna's worried voice asks urgently.

One specific memory flashes in your mind, a brief but vivid recollection of you and Donna kissing. The headache intensifies for a moment before subsiding. You look at Donna with a hint of recognition, a spark of familiarity in your eyes. "I think I just remembered something," you say hesitantly, as if unsure of whether or not the memory was real.

Donna's face lights up with hope. "That's good. It's a start. Take your time; we'll figure this out together."

[quietbluejay]

Last Stand of the Wreckers 4/6(?)

As is usual, we start with another flashback

also specific warnings for this one: suicide, non-explicit torture (since I decided not to share those images), mercy kill

Ironfist: the Wreckers are a hobby of mine. I suppose I'm a bit obsessed

also my vendetta against lips continues i don't like how Roche draws Prowl (it's just the lips) so the first time I posted this, SOMEONE (who knows who he is) decided to post screenshots from the machinima series which has absolutely cursed Megatron lips (just google "war for cybertron megatron lips")

Prowl: but you've never wanted to be a Wrecker yourself?

Ironfist says well yeah, obviously he wanted to be a wrecker, but the standards are pretty high

Prowl: and of course the accident didn't help

"you know about that?"

so, Prowl has a position for a weapons expert on the Wreckers

the only question is, how badly does Ironfist want it

(also there's a closeup on Ironfist. Yes he still has that wound in his forehead)

back to the present!

guzzle and kup are sneaking about

kup pulls out those ol' action hero moves and takes care of like 6 decepticons

there also for some reason isn't gore when Kup tears people's heads off despite it being there in other cases

they start opening the door

Guzzle: will he be pleased to see us?

Kup: he's never pleased to see anyone

they get the door open and find out…it's empty!

"if you're looking for Grimlock…you're wasting your time"

Guzzle thinks he's full of it, and is ready to shoot him

this dude starts talking fast

"if i'm still alive by the end of this sentence you have to listen to me…deal?"

we cut back over to Team Perceptor. It's Aequitime (tm)

(Aequitime is a bluejay original donut steel)

this is Aequitas!

so they are not here to rescue it, they're here for the contents of its hard drive

Topspin thinks they've been sent here on a fools errand

Ironfist agrees, "let's go"

Verity wonders why it's so big

Perceptor: it's the Culpability Drive

Topspin: are we going to stand around chatting all day or are we…are we…

Topspin's limbs lock up and he starts screaming

Perceptor: we need to boot up Aequitas

he tells Ironfist to find a terminal, and Pyro and Verity to keep an eye on Topspin

"vicarious perception usually only lasts a few seconds"

Verity worries about when the Decepticons are going to start banging on this door

Ironfist: I am trying not to think about that

meanwhile Topspin is lying on the ground in front of them

Verity asks Ironfist to take their minds off of the situation. "Tell me about the Wreckers"

over with the other two, Pyro asks what's up with Aequitas anyways? what does it do?

Perceptor: this is a courtroom and Aequitas is the judge. The infallible judge

and back to the spark extraction chamber

Springer wakes up

"am I dead?"

Springer decides this is the best time to talk about their issues

Impactor basically calls him an idiot

"after your testimony?! They plugged you into Aequitas and the first thing you said was 'I saw him do it'"

Impactor blames Springer for ripping the Wreckers apart with this

Springer hates himself for reporting Impactor to High Command

"but if you still can't understand why I did it, it's no wonder you detest me"

Impactor: I never said I detested-

"I want to forgive you, Impactor. Hell, I want to forgive myself."

but Springer can't do either until Impactor realizes why what he did was wrong

a grotesquely mutilated Twin Twist asks them haltingly how they can argue at a time like this

"That's funny, Autobot…"

back to Aequitas, it's time for Ironfist to tell Verity the story of Pova…

so, there was a Decepticon team that was the Wreckers' opposite number…Squadron X

Impactor was obsessed with tracking them down

"It all came to a head on the planet Pova"

"so Impactor reluctantly did as he was told"

"Wreck and Rule!"

so all that was left was the tidying up…

but Squadron X somehow got loose…

"and when all is said and done…good will always triumph over evil"

we see Impactor standing over the bodies of Squadron X

it's the story Ironfist feels epitomizes everything he loves about the Wreckers

Perceptor summons everyone over to the terminal

"We have a problem"

Aequitas is essentially password-protected

the only way to open it without Garrus-9's command crew is a spark donation by a willing donor

i.e. someone has to die to turn it on

Topspin suggests force-feeding it some rando Decepticon

but uh, the problem with that is the donor needs to be willing

you know as a subversion i think one of them should have survived this

Pyro talks about how he's supposed to go out in a blaze of glory saving people

meanwhile Topspin is clearly still suffering from the perception thing because he quietly pleads, "no more…please, no more"

Verity protests this

"hey, he's a wrecker too!"

Pyro: in theory, maybe, but not in practice

Pyro talks about how Ironfist has spent his whole life in his workshop

Verity: you're no Prime either

Ironfist is standing right here, guys

Verity: then speak up for yourself!

"it's…it's just that…"

that's quite an accomplishment given the PUBLIC DEATH OF SENTINEL (which was written before this) also "assassinated" sure is a that's sure a way of putting it (i know this is because this was written before Autocracy) (and the dudes writing autocracy didn't bother to check anything lol)

actually, Ironfist has reconsidered. He's ready

"enough is enough," says Topspin, who is still vicariously experiencing his twin's torture

we get to see a little of it and it's not pretty

it works

we cut over to the torture chamber now

torture dude is ????

Impactor: i think we just witnessed an assisted suicide

torture dude is ready to start on someone else

back to Aequitas

that, dude, would be the Decepticons at your door

back on topic, Perceptor is gonna download all the Aequitas data to Ironfist's brain

yeah, this might hurt

"very much"

and back to the torture chamber

unspeakable things are about to happen to Impactor's eye when the door gets burst open and Kup, Guzzle, and Snare pile in

and Guzzle shoots torturer dude

who survives and calls Snare a traitor

time for Springer to stab torturer dude all the way through with his torture stick thing, it's extremely gory, somehow there is robot viscera

unfortunately torturer dude managed to hit poor Snare right in the face

with his blaster shot

Impactor asks him why he sacrificed himself to save them'

"'play...makes you free' he said to us...in the beginning...turns out…we were all playing Overlord's game"

oh look another tasteless reference (I...kind of cut the others) "play makes you free" you know what was carved on the gates of auschwitz right

"what's the difference?"

Springer: change of plans, we're going after Overlord

Snare: don't bother…he's heading this way…

so turns out torturer dude radioed for help

decency from Impactor, this is great

Impactor obliges well, that was stupid and depressing i'm…you know i think im mad about this i get that the whole point of this story is people dying in stupid ways but this was so unnecessary you know what? make them wrestle with what to do with him after they all get out make them deal with the ugly side of war the realism that's what this is supposed to be about right what war is really like (to an extent i mean, that's what it's supposed to be about to an extent because generally if you're going for realism you don't make your opponents a mass of evil npcs) make them actually wrestle with the dilemma!! that would have been great for impactor! give him a decepticon buddy!!!

Springer: now what was he saying about Overlord being on his way he-

BOOM

Springer: ready

so it's probably gonna be 6 because I used up my image allowance lmao

[gyusimp]

Hiiii I’m a simp too also can I ask you a question please I made a request about gyutaro finding a child and keeping them platonically and I wanted to ask if I mate you uncomfortable or if you wanted to write it and tumbr ate it

°•Gyutaro protecting a child•°

I took the liberty of writing about a girl because I only write for a female reader and it would be better to make Gyutaro unconsciously remember Ume inside his head.

A little girl had run away from home, after suffering beatings and mistreatment for so long from the people who were in charge of her since the incident with her parents, she was able to leave that place that was once her home.

It was night and she had no specific direction, she just ran and ran to get away.

Her legs burned but even so she would not stop, the tears that wet her cheeks became a cold touch as they hit the wind. She had to make sure she got out of town, get as far away as she could until she got to a place where no one would recognize her and take her back home.

She didn't know her exact location so she took a moment to look around and try to find a safe place to spend the night. Perhaps, the barn of some house or hiding place would suffice until the sun came up and she could continue on her way.

Without warning, a thick, heavy hand clamped over her mouth and yanked her back with all them might. She wanted to scream and ask for help when she saw the man who caught her off guard, she thought she might die or even something worst.

The man tried to take her by force while he laughed tried to get rid of the girl's clothes while she cried and weakly tried to hit him to no avail.

She thought that this would be her end but before her something totally unexpected happened. She didn't know whether to be grateful or more scared when she saw that a sharp point from a weapon appeared from the man's chest, leaving him on the ground, probably dead.

When the man's figure fell to the ground, she could see a very tall silhouette despite being hunched over. The bones of his spine stood out on his back and his ribs could be counted perfectly. Between his black and green hair she could see a pair of vibrant yellow eyes that made her freeze in fear.

Usually, Gyutaro would murder this girl without hesitation and so he would have a tasty little bite to eat tonight but seeing her in danger under that man's hands made him feel a familiar sensation in his chest. As if he had been through this situation before, his older brother's protective instinct was stronger than his demonic instinct so something inside him told him that this girl had to live.

"Are you stupid or something? It's too dangerous for someone as weak as you to wander the street at this hour, especially if you're alone."

The girl was not unaware of the weapons in the hands of this strange man, his appearance frightened her but if he had not attacked her until now and instead only asked a question, she knew that he was not at all dangerous and had no intention of attacking her.

"I-I...I..." She tried to speak but a lump in her throat prevented her from doing so and many tears came from her eyes.

Gyutaro just looked at the girl, her crying somehow familiar to him. He looked at the small figure on the ground, rubbing his eyes in tears. There were a few bruises on her face and scratches on her legs under her dirty kimono. Something in Gyutaro's chest made him feel the need to protect her, he didn't know why but it was certain that if he left her alone she wouldn't survive the night. He thought for a second, if it was his sister who was in a similar situation he would have even given his life for someone else to take care of her if he couldn't.

"Listen, brat... do you have a place to spend the night? If you stay here you're going to die, that's for sure." The girl looked up and shook her head. The tall man in front of her took her in his arms, not gently but he didn't hurt her either. He crouched down and told her to get on his back.

Gyutaro wasn't forcing her. He told her that if she did not want to come with him, she was free to refuse, but if she stayed on the street, she would die and he would not help her again.

Normally he is not this generous. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck while he took her by the legs to place her on his back and began to walk.

"Th-thank you." she said with a shaky voice but received no response from the boy. "Aren't you afraid of being out at night?" she asked.

A wry and slightly evil smile formed on the demon's face as he chuckled softly. "Little brat, people don't leave their houses to avoid bumping into me...but don't worry, that's precisely why you'll be safe."

Gyutaro walked until at one point he slipped through the shadows until he reached the Kyogoku house where he was in charge of giving the girl a futon to sleep on and something to eat. She was in a dimly lit room, Gyutaro was sitting across from her and he was stroking her head gently as if she were a little cat.

"You're interesting, if you behave well you can stay with us..."

"Us"? thought the girl, did he know the people here?

"...I have to introduce you to someone very important."

Despite Gyutaro's violent and unusual exterior, he felt a little compassion for this girl. Her subconscious made him feel several similarities between her and a little girl with snow white hair and sky blue eyes. He didn't remember her name or who she was, but his instinct to always protect her had kicked in much the same way with this little human.

Of course your request doesn't bother me, it was very cute! Sorry for the delay but I was very busy the last weeks of December plus I wasn't home for a few days. But now I'll resume the requests that were pending, if I haven't answered yours I'm not ignoring you! I'll write your request soon so thank you for your patience 💖 Also, i have a very important announcement so stay tuned tonight!

[brunosreviews]

Magical Girl Site Review

Hello!

In the spirit of the anime (which is what I'll be talking about since I just started the manga), I'll start with some trigger warnings. This anime has TWs for: bullying, family-based abuse, murder, blood, gore, and general nastiness. You might want a good stomach to handle it. I'll be keeping it almost 100% spoiler-free, and I'll warn you clearly if something is a spoiler. There's a TL;DR at the end, too :)

I went into this anime so blindly that I didn't even bother with the opening for the first 7 episodes (which I actually recommend). I'd only heard it was "trauma/gorebait" and "really bad," so I expected absolutely nothing. It surprised me for the better, although I can't say it's a perfect show, or recommend it freely. It's got a very specific target demographic, which I happen to fit. You'll fit it too if you like Magical Girl Raising Project (the light novels especially) or like Madoka but tend to darker types of media. Or if you're traumatized and indulge in fucked up content to cope. Overall, if you don't mind messed up concepts being thrown at you on a twice-episodic basis minimum, you'll be mint. I love horrible things, so it's fine by me.

I won't go episode by episode, although there's only 12, but I'll say the first one was hard to watch. I see why people find Aya Asagiri a whiny MC, but I just felt really, really bad for her. The situations she has to go through have and continue to happen to people, and it's horrifying to think about. That goes for most of the girls' backstories. When the plot starts going (I remember it happening in episode 3), things quickly pick up, and you're thrown in a strange world where the show will constantly ask "wouldn't it be funny if..." and then executes its magic. You could absolutely make a drinking game out of it, it happens like three times per episode, and sincerely once you're willing to suspend your disbelief (which I'll admit, does come easy to me), it's incredibly fun.

The plot feels like a telenovella, in the best way, where the magical girls are directly involved. The concept of the show is also great, and many have given it its due respect, even if they disagree with the execution: a strange site that gives magical weapons/trinkets ("sticks" is a stupid word) to miserable girls to feed off their despair. I also thoroughly enjoyed how clear the toll for using the weapons was, although I wish it would have been a little more consistent, although it's consistent enough, and it does up the stakes.

Character-wise, I was happily surprised once again. Aya gets built up slowly but surely: she's more than a random punching bag, unfortunate soul. It was heartwarming to see Tsuyuno and her bond, and I loved how the show let them have their genuine emotional moments without undercutting them with a joke or with some shock gore. Before you comment THE controversial spoiler, I will get to it at the end of the review, so I urge you to be patient.

I also deeply enjoyed the other magical girls. Nijimin was perfectly introduced, and I loved her instantly, as well as Kosame Amagai and her group. Something else to note: canon trans girl character (Kiyoharu Suirenji)! I saw someone online saying the show was transphobic. As someone who is trans himself, I believe that you must not have actually watched the show if you say such things. Her character, although it didn't get much screentime, is really fun, and her interactions with others were a blast to watch.

I have to confess: I love Kaname Asagiri, or "the brother" as I called him for most of the show. He's Light Yagami if Light Yagami were more of an abuser, and also didn't need the Death Note to go batshit. I was pleasantly surprised when they gave him screentime. He's a horrible, delusional, narcissistic human being, yes, but he is hilarious and only becomes more so as the show progresses. Not only that, his japanese VA gives it his all: he clearly cares about his performance, and he stands out as one of the best VAs of the show.

Speaking of VAs, I must mention Nana's (or, Mx. "Poor unfortunate souls" site admin). He immediately stood out to me since I recognized him from voicing Mayuri in Bleach, and he barely changes his delivery here: it works wonders. Every line he delivers is perfect, unsettling, scarily playful, and terrifying. I replayed scenes just to hear him say the lines again. This VA is one of the reasons I loved the show.

I enjoyed the show's ending, and I was flabbergasted when (minor spoiler) they genuinely played a beach episode seriously, but I can't even pretend to be mad with how much enjoyment I got out of it. I won't comment further to keep it spoiler free.

The writing of the show is not the best. There's a lot of exposition dumps, the dialogue doesn't stand out positively most of the time (the contrary), and the "wouldn't it be funny if" twists could get tiring. They didn't for me, but I'm biased, and I see how they could be annoying. Despite this, the concepts, drama, and characters are enough to keep the show afloat for me. And while it is very edgy and bleak, I appreciated that they know when and how to tone it down, prioritizing the emotions of the scene over pointless shock value.

I've also seen people complain about the designs of the magical girls, which, again, is a very fair criticism. Clothing wise, they're bland, and the "sticks" look silly. The eyes changing is a nice detail, as well as the little sign they get, but that's about it. Could be better. I fully believe Magical Girl Raising Project has the better designs by far: I find almost all of them if not all to be outstanding and gorgeous (again: read the light novels, please, the anime does not do any of it justice!).

The powers were also quite bland, and except for Nijimin's, none stood out to me. They were all pretty eh, but I didn't really mind. Once again, MGRP has the superior powers by far (much more creative in idea and in execution).

Lastly, a few words on the tone. While I know people find it too bleak to care (and I understand why), after the first two episodes, I had a fucking blast. It's a surprisingly funny show. Also important is the fact that for a while, you have to treat it like a horror show where magical girls are incidental, not crucial. This changes later on, but is worth noting. While things are dark and bleak, the humor and suspense make it worth it for me. And no, I didn't mind the really dark comic relief on the brother. He is pathetic, and I like making fun of him.

Now, THE manga spoiler everyone brings up (this is not in the anime!). Yes, apparently Aya and Tsuyuno are long lost twin sisters, and apparently they continue being girlfriends after realizing this. My opinion on it: The twist is cheap, but I don't give a fuck about the incest. It makes sense for characters as damaged as they are to continue together after realizing. I'm not scared off by fictional incest. You do you, though.

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So, TL;DR (finally!): If you like dark magical girls, traumatic backstories, have a strong stomach for depressing shit, and can put up with its very real cons, this show is very worth it. I watched it in two night sessions, and it got me genuinely excited. I can't recommend it easily, but if it appeals to you in any way, I think it's worth giving a try.

Thanks for reading this far into the post! Please tell me what you thought of the show or my opinions of it!

Much love,

Bruno.

[headcanonsandmore]

Oooh, new chapter!

'Nyssa awoke to an empty bed. Tegan’s imprint next to her felt like a black hole, still warm, and full of history. An unknown destructive force. Sighing and getting out of the too-low bed, she set herself on starting this trip anew. On moving forward, leaving what happened behind. Whatever it was. The room, like the bed, was deserted. She hazarded a guess that Tegan had gone down for breakfast. Leaving her alone,' Awww, poor Nyssa 😟😟

'“Tegan, why didn’t you wake me?” Nyssa asked, looking towards Tegan who appeared to have found a rather interesting crack in the ceiling.' PFFFT 😂🤣 Oh, Tegan, you useless lesbian...

'“Lady… queers, was it you said? What exactly are they?” She inquired hopefully. Hopeful that the immense confusion she’d been feeling the past 12 hours would be cleared up. Silence. Not the comfortable kind, by a long shot. Tegan looked like a deer in the headlights' NYSSA!

'“Oh! Like me then. Why didn’t you all just tell me?” Nyssa spoke cheerfully like someone finally being clued in to a joke. The Doctor looked as if he was expecting this to happen; Adric hummed in acknowledgement. On the other hand, Tegan began opening and closing her mouth like a suffocating fish and her wide-eyed expression was only matched by the landlady’s.' Pretty sure that Nyssa has now broken Tegan's brain 😂🤣

'“No I di-” Tegan stopped Nyssa’s protest with a light kick to the shin and a warning stare. Nyssa noted that it was the first time she’d properly looked at her since last night. Looking between the travellers, the landlady decided to take her leave. Clearly, she hadn’t the time nor the care in order to deal with whatever was going on between the unusual lot. The table waited until they saw the door shut, with rather too much power than needed. They all then returned their gaze to Nyssa, who had, surprisingly to her, become even more perplexed by the situation. “What?” Nyssa asked, directionless. “Nyssa, you can’t mean you’re-”, Tegan paused, “that you’re-”, The rest of the sentence died on Tegan’s tongue.' THESE TWO, I SWEAR

'“Were,” Adric piped up, unhelpfully. Nyssa was too enthralled in the Doctor’s explanation to respond.' Adric, that's not cool. 😠😠

'“You see the TARDIS hasn’t been able to translate such words for you as Traken doesn’t have any specific words for sexual orientation, that aren’t particularly scientific at least.”, the Doctor explained further, “Seeing that your people did not hold so much importance towards,” he coughed, “sexual or romantic relationships, to the same extent as humans”' I love your reasoning for this, as well as the Doctor's coded-aceness when regarding this stuff.

'Tegan snapped out of her shell-shocked daze as she thought out loud, “But didn’t you say you had a father and a mother, and a stepmother at that?” “Well yes, but my father’s, how do you say? Inclinations… were uncommon.” Tegan returned to her gaping fish state' NYSSA 🤣😂

'Tegan returned to her gaping fish state, prompting the Doctor to continue, “But Nyssa, the reason we’ve had to lie to the landlady is that your preferences, or to use the human term homosexuality-” Nyssa interrupted, “Oh, that one translates!” Tegan grumbled and put her head in her hands.' NYSSA STOP YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK TEGAN'S BRAIN AGAIN 🤣😂

'“How come you can go back there to research but we can’t just sleep there instead of staying in a shoddy guesthouse?” Tegan huffed. “Where would be the fun in that?”, The Doctor said in reply,' Classic Five 🤣😂

'Therefore it seems the obvious course of action for you and Nyssa to go undercover, as it were, as a couple” Tegan eyes darted about in utter disbelief, “You expect us to what?”' OF COURSE this was going to happen sooner or later; love it!

'Nyssa tried to be helpful and answered, “he wants us to pretend to be in a romantic relationship” Tegan turned to Nyssa and hollowly said “I got that Nys”' Poor Tegan is having a bit of a rough day so far 🤣😂

'“Butch!”, Tegan yelled, “I’m not butch!” “Ah, but you will be. The conventions of the Lesbian scene at this time and place are for one partner to be butch. You’re the obvious candidate over Nyssa” She went to argue but looked at Nyssa and then herself in the silverware' To be fair, Tegan is fairly butch personality-and-spirit wise even without the comparison to Nyssa.

'“What you expect us to do when we get in there anyway? Snog in the middle of the room and hope she kidnaps us?” Nyssa began nodding eagerly' ATTA GIRL, NYSSA! 🤣😂 At this point, only someone as oblivious as Tegan wouldn't be able to notice that Nyssa fancies her!

'Tegan looked down at her untouched breakfast and sighed.' Poor Tegan; never-mind, you get to have a pretend-dating scenario with Nyssa (and, judging from Nyssa's reaction earlier, she's dead keen on potentially getting to kiss Tegan). 😊😊

Honestly, this chapter is FANTASTIC! I'm loving seeing Tegan's utterly flummoxed reactions to Nyssa's reveals about her sexuality, and it's always fun seeing the season 19 TARDIS team interacting (Adric is such a little twerp 😂🤣); looking forward to seeing Tegan and Nyssa going undercover as a couple, especially with Tegan now knowing that Nyssa likes women, and Nyssa now realising that Tegan's time period has a lot of homophobia. Thank you so much for sharing! 😊😊

new chapter lads

[sundeathh]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain and the students of UA and was found injured

Hey! I'm good, I hope you're okay too!!

It took me long enough. Sorry for the wait, hope you like it!

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A HELLISH WEEK

Request | Masterlist | Sensitive content

Pairing: Aizawa   ×   Fem!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA   | word count: 4,4k

Categories: romance; drama; comfort; good ending

CW: violence; mention and description of blood/injuries

You were not supposed to be patrolling Hosu that night, but you ended up being allocated there at the last minute to beef up security in the city because of all the villain attacks.

And as you went there in a hurry, you didn't have time to call anyone beforehand about the situation – you just had to rush there without any immediate backup since you were the closest pro hero to the location.

Your orders were to buy time for only enough so that your colleagues could arrive and take down the villains with you. Not to take it by yourself.

Unfortunately, though, things don't always go according to plan.

The first thing you knew when you got to the place was that one of the most talked about villains at the moment - Stain - had hurt Shōta's students while two of them were still fighting, protecting the third one that lay on the floor.

As you rushed over them, the villain noticed you, instantly letting his focus off the kids and turning it to you instead, taking a menacing step towards you, his blades ready to attack.

You immediately ordered the kids to run off to safety before doing your job to stand as a hero and protect the students and the other civilians.

But of course, they would not listen to you.

That brought the endless memories of Shōta complaining to you about how his students would get on his nerves, doing what they should not have and running to where they were not supposed to.

You tried to warn them of the danger as you jumped into action, telling them there would be no point in trying to fight if they would get themselves killed. But they stubbornly ignored you and went against your advice anyway, running up to your side, ready to fight. 

That pissed you greatly, but you could not blame them – you were the same way.

Besides that, they had another reason for wanting to fight by your side: they already knew you. You were the young pro hero who quickly climbed the rankings to be one of the top 10.

But that was not all. You also meant something to someone the kids knew; you have been seen around U.A several times before, even though you didn't work there, even though you probably had a large workload being one of the top 10. Still, you would frequently stop by to meet with one person specifically.

However, your relationship with Shōta was not outstanding. Yet, his students noticed how he would go off his way to be around you anyway.

They also perceived how their usual grumpy, tired and tense teacher would seem truly relaxed whenever you were around, even though they didn't know what exactly you were to him.

Thus, they almost panicked when Stain got too close to you, when they saw that you were now bleeding and that Stain had brought his blade to his mouth, tasting the viscous liquid that allowed you to live.

Nonetheless, the boys quickly moved, pushing the villain away from you, creating a barrier between you and him as your body became limp, attempting to protect you from further injuries; or simple death.

And they did it – they handled Stain on their own. And you watched, immobile, as your consciousness threatened to leave you with the same vigor you tried to keep yourself awake; until your body failed you due to your continuous blood loss, your mind fading into nothing but utter darkness.

Just then, the other pros arrived.

When Shōta got the information that the pro he would usually hang out with was found seriously injured, he felt like he would have a heart attack.

He immediately rushed over to where he was told you were, only to see you lying down on the pavement, both heroes and paramedics surrounding you, some of them trying to stop your bleeding while others checked your pulse.

Aizawa froze in place, but his mind ran a thousand miles. The thought of really losing you crossed his mind, and he cursed himself for not being faster enough to save you.

He hated how helpless and hopeless he felt at that moment, and his eyes threatened to flood with tears as he stared at your unconscious being.

He was only brought back to reality when he saw you being lifted on a stretcher and carried into a waiting ambulance. Then, he immediately snapped out of his stupor, following after the sight of you, yelling out to the ambulance crew to allow him to follow suit.

But they stopped him, pulling him away from you through arms and brute force, pushing him back as he desperately tried to move forward.

He could not help but feel angry. How dare these strangers to take you away without him! You already were away from him for too long, and he blamed himself for that. 

He could not forgive himself for not being there with you, not protecting you, for allowing someone to hurt you. So he couldn't bear being apart from you any longer because he didn't want to lose you like this.

No, he couldn't lose you like this.

Then, he had to shout furiously at them, his voice breaking as he told them you were his partner, that they had to let him ride along with you, begging them to let him stay at your side.

And when they finally permitted him to stay, he ran freely towards you, throwing himself into the ambulance as fast as his legs could take him.

He didn't need to talk, didn't need to explain any further why he insisted on following the ambulance.

But he also couldn't sit still; he refused to. So he kept jumping around, asking the paramedics questions in hushed whispers, begging to know more. Anything to find out about how badly injured you were, whether you needed surgery... anything.

Eventually, a paramedic handed him a bottle of water, forcing him to drink it before politely asking him to keep his mouth shut, allowing them to focus on your injuries, which he obeyed without complaint.

They explained to him later on how lucky you were – you weren't deadly hurt, and even though you've lost a large amount of blood, your chances of survival were good, especially considering you are young and have excellent healing abilities.

But his relief came only after seeing you alive and breathing steadily, looking beautiful even in your weakened state.

And when you finally opened your eyes a little, your vision was hazy, so you blinked, inefficiently trying to adjust to the bright light shining directly in your face. But you couldn't, so you emitted a quiet sound in discomfort and protest, closing your eyes again.

Meanwhile, you heard a voice saying something, but it sounded weird and muffled. It wasn't right. Anyway, your eyes flickered open for half a second at the sound, closing again right after.

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" The same voice asked, louder this time. It was a man's voice, sounding concerned.

Your thoughts slowly started to clear, but everything still hurt. Your head felt as heavy as a rock like someone was weighing it down with bricks. You felt exhaustion in your body that you have never felt before. You also were in pain.

You wanted to say yes to whatever question the man was asking, but it was hard. So, in the end, all you managed to do was nod weakly before falling asleep again.

The next time you woke up, you realized you were in what you assumed was a hospital room. Everything else you remembered was blurred, and you were confused about why you were there; or why you felt so tired.

But then, it hit you. You remembered the fight. The stabbing. The villains. Stain. The students.

Those kids…

…they saved you, right? Were they alright?

You tried to remember their fight after you fell, but you couldn't. You only remembered the impact of the villain's sword on your body and the pain. You recollected the blood. Then you remembered nothing.

You realized that someone was holding your hand, and you looked over at whoever it was, realizing that a man with black hair was looking at you worriedly. He must have been here waiting for a while.

You wanted to smile at him, but you also wanted answers. So you saved the small amount of energy you had for speaking. 

"How-" you rasped, barely being able to speak. You immediately trailed off as you became aware that your throat was sore and dry.

The man managed to smile softly at you, despite the worried expression he had on his face. He leaned closer, kissing your forehead gently. His skin was warm and soft, which made your breath hitch slightly. Then, he stroked your cheek with his thumb while his other hand intertwined with yours as he finally spoke to you.

"Don't worry, babe. The kids are fine." He informed you, his voice sounding gentle to your ears. "I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner." He added after a while.

You wanted to tell him that he didn't have to apologize; that you didn't blame him. You were just happy that you were alive and that he was here with you now. 

But you couldn't speak without causing you an incredible amount of pain, so you settled for giving him a small smile, weakly squeezing his hand in reassurance – a gesture that he reciprocated.

You wanted to stay in this moment with him for a while longer, but you could feel yourself drifting again. You tried your best to keep yourself awake, keeping your eyes open. But you knew your efforts would be in vain anyway.

"Rest, sweetheart," Shōta told you, gently placing the back of his hand on your forehead, checking to see if you had a fever.

You felt your eyelids growing heavier by the second you felt the warmth of his touch, your gaze fixed on him, watching as his expression changed from concerned to something more gentle.

"I'll be here if you need anything, alright?" He assured, smiling softly at you before placing another tender kiss on your forehead, whispering some other words that you didn't quite catch.

You could tell he wanted to say something more, but your eyelids became heavier, and you quickly drifted back to sleep. 

You slept a lot longer, waking up once or twice during the night but staying half-conscious every time.

Each time you awoke feeling a little bit better, your body feeling less heavy somehow. You felt yourself getting stronger each time. And eventually, your eyes fluttered open to greet the sun, your senses returning fully to you. 

While you noticed where you still were, you were slightly startled to find that the man beside you had fallen asleep on his chair, the upper part of his body leaning over your hospital bed, his hair partially sprawled over his face and on the covers.

You gazed at him for a few moments, smiling at his sleeping face. The image of this man leaning on the bed in his usual resting posture made you think back to when he'd pass out from exhaustion on his desk while grading, and you'd reluctantly have to wake him up to get him to bed. 

Then, you gently ran the back of your fingers over his cheek before carefully brushing some of his messy hair away from his face. And he didn't stir. He just snored lightly, which made you giggle.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed watching him sleep. He always looked so peaceful when he did, with his lips slightly parted, his breathing deep in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, and his hand…

His hand was still wrapped around your fingers.

You smiled softly, deciding to entertain yourself by running your free fingers through your lover's hair, playing with his soft locks as you hummed under your breath, finding out that your throat wasn't sore anymore. 

His hair felt nice; it was silky smooth to the touch. And you had to admit it – you really enjoyed feeling the strands in your fingers. 

But you knew you should stop messing with his hair since he might wake up from your continuous fiddling. So, you stopped touching him, knowing it wouldn't be good to disturb him while he was sleeping – he needed the rest as much as you did.

Instead, you turned your attention to the monitors and tubes attached to your body. They seemed to all be in order, but your injuries still needed time to heal.

You didn't know for how long you'd been laid on that bed; it was the first time your mind was properly conscious while being awake since you got there.

After looking around the room for a few minutes, the door creaked open, allowing someone to come in, carrying a tray with medicine and a glass full of orange juice.

You were surprised to see Recovery Girl approaching your bed, and she smiled warmly at you once she realized you were awake.

"Good morning, L/n! Good to see you've woken up!" She said, her voice sounding as kind as ever.

You gave her a soft smile, slowly starting to sit yourself up, wincing as you felt a dull ache in your torso and stomach, only for you to defeatedly lay yourself back down. There was no way you could sit up straight like this.

Recovery Girl noticed your struggle and quickly put the tray down on the bedside table before slowly raising the head of the bed so that you could sit up for a bit without straining your torso as much.

"Thank you." You breathed gratefully, taking the glass of juice and the medicine she handed you afterward.

"That's no problem, dear. You made us worried." She replied, examining your injuries for a while. "Are you feeling alright now?"

"A little stiffer." You admitted quietly, afraid of waking the sleeping man curled up next to you, snoring softly.

"It feels like I've been run over by several cars, but otherwise, I'm okay." You explained.

"I'm sorry you feel like that." Recovery Girl responded, smiling reassuringly at you as she patted your forearm. "You have to rest a little more. You'll be fine soon; you are recovering well enough. Don't push yourself too hard, though." She said.

You nodded in agreement before asking her about your current situation. You wanted to know about everything that happened after you passed out that night: how long ago it was, how everyone else was, and so on.

And, once she made sure that you were stable enough for that much rambling, she started answering all of your questions.

You were completely out of consciousness for over two days, and the doctors who looked over you weren't sure if you would ever wake up. 

Because, even though none of your organs were seriously compromised, your body temperature had risen while you'd been knocked out, and you needed to face two minor surgeries, after all.

So your body hasn't adjusted to its normal range yet. Thus, due to your delicate condition, no one was allowed to stay or visit you as you were in the emergency room.

However, the hospital rules couldn't keep Shōta away from the hallways and waiting rooms: for the two days you were in a coma, he didn't leave the hospital.

He didn't sleep. He wouldn't even eat; he only did it because the students who fought alongside you that night came to visit you and found him there, looking more tired and down than ever, and forced him to take care of himself for a bit.

And taking advantage of the walk to the hospital, faced with the refusal of permission to visit you, the kids also helped Shōta request a hospital transfer. Because they knew that at least in the U.A infirmary, he could stay by your side.

On the third day, a few hours after being transferred to the U.A care, you woke up for the first time since the fight. 

But your consciousness wasn't stable yet, so you kept waking up and dozing back off several times, sometimes not even knowing you were awake.

And now, on your fifth day of recovery, you finally woke up fully conscious. However, this time your man was the one out of it.

Recovery Girl watched as you gazed attentively at the sleeping hero next to you.

After a few seconds of silent glances, she informed you that it was the first time she saw Shōta sleeping since your hospitalization. She also said he hadn't gone home the whole time you were recovering, watching over you nearly every moment, hoping anxiously to see you finally wake up.

You could imagine how exhausted he must have felt. And yet he had stayed by your side like he was afraid you would disappear without him knowing.

The older lady smiled as she perceived the adoration on your face while you looked back at Shōta. Then, patting your knee gently before telling you that you should rest for a while more, she turned and walked towards him, tapping his shoulder lightly.

He stirred a little but didn't wake up. And you immediately protested, telling the woman to let Shōta sleep, that he's been through a lot and deserved at least an hour of peace while he rested.

She chuckled, shaking her head at you.

"You know Shōta better than that, sweetie." She replied with a fond smile.

"He made me swear that I would wake him up if he passed out from exhaustion or call him if he was out as soon as you'd wake up. Besides, he won't rest well enough until he makes sure you're okay." She insisted. "Believe me, I tried to send him home for rest."

You sighed in defeat, giving in. You knew it was true. And anyway, you wanted to spend quality time with Shōta – just the two of you, alone together. 

However, Recovery Girl didn't push it further than that, instead choosing to leave the room after giving you a bow of her head and a gentle smile, leaving the decision of waking him up or not up to you.

Once she closed the doors behind her, you shifted your gaze back to Shōta. You didn't do anything for a few moments, not wanting to disturb him as he was deep in slumber. You couldn't help but stare at him for a while longer.

But even though you wanted him to have some bunch of rest, you knew Recovery Girl was telling you the truth. He wouldn't be passed out now if he didn't stay by your side all this time.

He deserved to know that you were okay now. He was exhausted from waiting for it.

You let another soft sigh pass through your lips, reaching your hand to brush over his hair.

You smiled sadly. Shōta was such a worrywart…

Finally, you gently called his name, patting his arm lightly.

"Shōta, sweetheart... please wake up." You murmured. "I want to talk to you."

You heard him murmur something in his sleep; probably a protest, but you weren't sure. So you tried again.

"Please, Shōta. Wake up." You repeated louder, shaking him lightly.

This time he opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times to adjust them to the light around him. Once he did, he immediately focused on you, his pupils blown wide as he saw you awake, retracting right after due to the brightness in the room.

He sat straight again, letting out a relieved sigh as he saw your eyelids flicking close and open again, almost like a sleepy cat's, and your lips curled upwards slightly in a warm smile.

He reached his hand up to touch your cheek before pulling back fast as if hesitating to come too close to you.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a moment. He sounded almost afraid of his question.

Because, of course, he was. You were injured. 

Your smile widened a bit as you moved to touch his hand that was still resting on the bed with your own before finally answering his question.

"Yes, I'm fine, love. Just a little stiff… like I haven't slept properly for weeks." You explained. 

He nodded silently, processing your words. But the worry did not leave his expression afterward.

However, his expression turned softer as he stared at you with love, finally gathering the courage to place his hand on your cheek.

And when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the slight paleness in your skin, he frowned. You'd lost some weight too.

"How are you feeling now?" He questioned, brushing some loose strands of hair away from your forehead before bringing his thumb back to stroke your cheek tenderly.

"Sore." You merely replied, leaning into his touch with a small smile, closing your eyes for a second as you nuzzled his hand.

Then, you moved as you placed your hand around his palm on your cheek, caressing it affectionately.

"How about you? Are you alright?" You inquired, glancing up at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He assured you. "Don't concern yourself with me, please. I only need a good night's rest. That's all." He insisted.

"Okay." You said, nodding your head a little.

After another moment of hesitation, Shōta leaned forward slowly, pressing a chaste kiss against the corner of your lips. Then, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, his other hand intertwining itself with yours again.

He exhaled shakily, shutting his eyes tight. He was obviously holding back tears.

"...thank god you're okay." He whispered, though his words sounded like he needed someone to assure him that you were okay.

You smiled softly, trying to reassure him.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Shōta breathed a few times, attempting to control his emotions. Then, he placed another soft peck on your lips before breaking the silence again.

"Y/n, I- '' His voice caught in his throat, so he cleared it before going on. "I'm sorry."

You blinked confusedly, trying to understand what he meant by this statement. "For what?"

He sighed deeply. "For not doing more." His face dropped, his shoulders slumping a little. "For not being able to save you, and… for not stopping someone from hurting you like that."

Now you looked even more confused than before. The last thing you wanted was Shōta blaming himself. Not now. And not for this. 

So you reached out to cup his face, trying your best to comfort him. But his gaze remained firmly fixed down.

"Sho, please look at me." You requested. And when he refused to obey right away, you repeated yourself. "Look at me, baby. Please."

Reluctantly, he looked up, desperately trying to hide the pain in his eyes, but it was impossible.

His eyes were puffy from both holding back tears for so long and exhaustion; they glistened with unshed tears and sorrow, making him appear extremely vulnerable – unlike the usual stoic Shōta, who hid his emotions behind a cold mask of indifference.

"Stop doing that. Stop being so hard on yourself." You scolded, wiping away a stray tear off his cheek. "There's no way I blame you for what happened. You're not responsible for any of this; none of it was your fault. I know you feel guilty over this, and believe me, I understand why you feel like that. And know that I forgive you if you feel the need to apologize. But please, don't be hard on yourself because of it. I'm happy to be alright and to have you here with me now." You reassured him with sincerity, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

His lips trembled slightly at your words, and you smiled, trying to give him the encouragement he needed.

After a few seconds, he let out another shaky breath.

"That was… a hellish week." He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, still struggling to hold back tears. "I thought... I don't know... I thought I was losing you forever. And I couldn't bear that. It was too much... just too much."

As soon as he finished talking, another lone tear escaped his eye. And then another one appeared. Soon enough, his cheeks were wet with tears, and he had difficulty breathing.

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest at the sight of him crying, and you immediately began running your fingers through his black hair, trying to soothe him.

You weren't aware of exactly how long he cried, but eventually, he calmed down. And he sighed heavily, seemingly trying to compose himself.

When he opened his eyes, however, his red-rimmed gaze met yours, and you were smiling softly up at him.

So many things were swimming in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he gently kissed your temple, whispering "I love you" close to your ear.

Your smile widened, and you said your piece back. "And I love you." Before placing a kiss of your own on his lips.

Then, he returned your smile before bringing one of your hands to his lips and kissing your fingertips. You chuckled softly at his action.

"Feeling better? ...better than earlier today, maybe?" You teased, earning yourself an amused scoff from him.

He shook his head, still smiling lightly. "Yeah. But I'll feel even better as long as you stay safe and sound in my arms until the day I die." He stated. 

"Well, if that's what it takes, then we'll do our best to accomplish it, alright?" You retorted, smiling. 

"Deal. I love you, and I don't usually love someone. So please don't get yourself killed. I still want to marry you." He added.

"Don't worry, I won't die on you, stud muffin." You joked.

Shōta scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Not funny."

You giggled quietly. "Love you too." You murmured, leaning forward slightly so that he could close the distance, capturing your lips in another gentle, sweet kiss.

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JJK men and a male reader

So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...

before I get started, if you'd like to request something, then please see my masterlist

JJK boys with a male s/o

Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi

I. Yuuji

Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.

That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.

Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"

If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.

Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.

The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.

Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.

NSFW

In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.

The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.

Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.

The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.

Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.

Conclusion

Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.

If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?

all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.

F. Megumi

Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.

Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.

Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.

Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.

Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.

Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.

if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.

NSFW

Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.

His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.

Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.

SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.

Conclusion

Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.

If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.

G. Satoru

Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.

The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.

The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.

So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.

One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.

This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.

Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.

Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.

NSFW

This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.

Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.

Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"

THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.

The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."

Conclusion

Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.

If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.

N. Kento

Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.

The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.

Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.

Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.

Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.

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Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.

Conclusion

Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.

if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.

R. Sukuna

Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.

I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.

Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.

The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.

Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.

Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”

Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.

Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.

Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.

Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.

Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.

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This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.

He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.

Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.

In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.

Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.

Conclusion

Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.

Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?

Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.

T. Aoi

(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)

Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:

Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.

This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.

I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.

This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.

Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.

Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”

You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?

After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.

Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.

Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.

He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.

Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.

The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.

If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.

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Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.

Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”

His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.

Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.

The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.

✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.

Conclusion

Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.

If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.