#low levels of activity should not make me feel this way. but they do

[naomiknight-17]

My back keeps spasming painfully, I'm tired and foggy

And yet I keep thinking

"Wow, considering I had a short walk yesterday and also did dishes, I am feeling unusually good!"

I am just posting this to remind myself of this for any time I start doubting my own symptoms/experience

[snowballseal]

Doctor's Orders

Summary: There's no messing around with your health, and Zayne makes sure you know that. Just a little spoof ^w^

Word Count: 680

Warnings: like, light (not really) dom/sub themes - listen listen listen

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“As your doctor, I recommend that you do not participate in any active missions for a week, until this heals,” Zayne says, voice level and professional as he finishes bandaging your shoulder.

While in the midst of a battle, you had lost track of a smaller wanderer. It had taken advantage of your focus on the larger targets to latch onto your shoulder. Just your luck, the little sucker had claws, leaving you with pretty deep gashes down your upper back.

Safe to say, Zayne was less than happy to come back from a surgery and find you perched on his desk, sporting a guilty smile and blood-speckled bandages.

“It’s really not that bad, Zayne,” you try your best to reassure him, carefully flexing your arm. “It barely even hurts!”

“That’s because I administered a local anesthetic before stitching them closed,” he explains tersely, removing his medical gloves and throwing them away. “In a few hours, you will likely be in more pain. I’ll prescribe you a mild pain reliever as well as an antibiotic, you can pick them up at the pharmacy on your way home.”

Unwisely, you flex your arm again and hum, “Hmm, I should probably head back to the office, actually. I feel bad leaving Xavier with all those reports to fill out.”

Zayne pauses, those green eyes narrowing on you. You almost flinch under their intensity, unable to ignore the way your heart leaps to your throat. It’s a look you recognize all too well.

“I’ll go home right after, I promise,” you try to convince him with another big smile.

“And then you will take it easy for a week?”

You hesitate. A small frown pulls at the corners of his lips, his gaze turning impossibly sharper.

“Will you not?”

That should have been enough to let you know you’re poking the tiger, but you try to get up anyways, eyes looking anywhere but him, “Well…You know, things have just been really crazy recently, what with the increase in wanderer attacks, and it would be really irresponsible-”

You’re cut by a firm grip on your chin. Zayne is suddenly standing too, so close, his cool breath brushing your lips as he forces you to look up at him. You freeze, eyes going wide, heat creeping up your neck. You’re standing so close that you can feel his warmth, and you can see the specks of hazel in his eyes. They glint down at you darkly, pinning you in place.

“Let me be clear, darling. As your doctor, I recommend you take it easy for at least a week. As your partner-” He steps closer, forcing you to fall back on the couch again. He follows, arm bracing beside your head, knees pressing down on either side of you, until you're effectively trapped under his larger frame. Your breath sticks in your throat. “-I will let you know that if you consider putting yourself at risk this week, you will face punishment. Am I understood?”

Oh. You let out a shaky breath, nodding meekly against his fingers. Zayne’s eyes narrow even further. A squeak escapes you when he pinches your side.

“Use your words, darling.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you rush out, squirming away from any more pinches. “I understand. No wanderers. No fighting. I’ll take it easy.”

That finally gets Zayne to ease up a little. His grip on your chin moves to your cheek, his thumb tracing over your flushed skin. Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, he murmurs a low, “Good girl. Now go get your prescriptions and finish your work. I expect to see you home, on time, for dinner.”

It seems the thought of food is enough to make you perk up again, switching gears completely, as if nothing had happened, “Ooh, could you make fancy ramen, again? Please?”

Your unbridled excitement makes the doctor’s expression soften. A low chuckle passing his lips, he leans down to brush your noses together in a gentle eskimo kiss, “Anything you want, my dear. I will take care of you tonight.”

“Yes!”

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This would probably be the only way I ever consider my health, low key

[spilledkaleidoscope]

Activation Energy and Executive Dysfunction

A bunch of people (with executive dysfunction I assume) reacted a little disheartened to how I described the phenomenon.

The gist is that I used activation energy, a concept from chemistry, as a model for how executive dysfunction can keep you from doing things. Activation energy is the minimal energy that has to be available for any chemical reaction to occur and that amount is specific to every reaction.

Executive Dysfunction to me means, that this activation energy is always high, even for tasks other people experience as spontaneous reaction (yes the amount of ae and spontaneity of a reaction are not connected necessarily but bear with me here). A good example is showering or feeding yourself or sometimes getting up from the couch.

The tricky thing here is that the energy put into trying to reach activation energy is still *expended*, so while it might seem like nothing happens, you still get drained, making it harder to reach activation energy levels.

So what can we do?

In synthesis, if your activation energy is too high you basically can do two things: you either add a catalyst, or you find a different way to get to your result altogether.

The latter can be choosing a simpler recipe to feed yourself, graze on random items without making a meal until you are full or ordering food for example.

This is not always possible, but it *is* worth thinking about. An example from my life would be that I open my mail outside at the trash bins and immediately discard what I don't need because otherwise, I have paperstuff flying around my appartment that I don't get rid of.

"Weird" is not something that should factor in here. Make it functional and helpful.

The catalyst is my favourite solution however, and I can give you some tips here that you can *immediately* use. I won't know if they work for you, but they do for me (sometimes! be kind to yourself).

CATALYSTS AGAINST EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION

Have your tasks broken down: when you have energy, make sure that the thing on your to do list is something you can *actually* physically immediately do. Don't write "make reservation", but "call restaurant" along with the number. Not "clean kitchen" but "move dishes to sink" etc

Doorway Effect: The Doorway effect describes that silly thing that, when we cross a boundary, we sometimes feel like we've been soft reset ("what was I going to do?"). A hypothesis for why this happens can be that it helps our brain create separate contexts which then aids memory creation. What it can do for you is that it is an easy way to change context, which then frees you up to start something new more easily. Try it! Physically go through a doorway or open a different window on the computer, sometimes that is enough.

Costuming: Similar to the Doorway Effect, we are changing context in a low effort way here. Concentrate on putting on your shoes instead of taking out the trash or put on some rubber gloves if you plan on cleaning. Might be enough. Sometimes putting on mascara is enough for me to go "oh I am out of couch potato mode now"

Move! Put yourself where you need to be to tackle your task. That can already help.

Pressure: This can be done by setting a timer that will go off soon. Challenge yourself to get up and go before it rings - might stress you into inaction sometimes, but it can be helpful. I love visual timers for this as it helps with my time blindness

Prepare! If you are in a state of flow and have energy to spare *use it*. This includes breaking down your task as already described but also preparing your space - this can be a cleaned up desk or a caddy with cleaning supplies in a prominent spot.

And my absolute favorite: Throw a dice. When it is really bad, one thing I can always do is throw a dice (via an app, typing "d20" into the search bar or physically having one on me - which I usually do now). I tell myself that if I "make the roll" I get up and do it and if I don't, I try again in 20 minutes. This changes context easily, removes responsibility from me and makes the whole thing playful. I usually go with a d20 and tell myself to get going with a result over 10. If I have a particularly bad day I might need 15+ to do something. Just try it.

In short, what we are trying to do is

minimize friction by frontloading as much thinking and preparing as we can

make a context change as easy and small as possible

And remember: the goal is never to Always Be Doing Something.

[geotjwrs]

Hey, love your writing! Request for Jenna x male reader where the reader is an actor on Wednesday and Jenna gets him to her trailer to fuck. Inspired by this gif.

trailer (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut, jenna dom?

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the Wednesday set. The crew was wrapping up for the day, and the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. Among the bustling activity, two famous faces caught each other's eye—Y/N, the handsome actor who had everyone's attention, and Jenna, the stunning actress with an alluring charm.

Jenna had been eyeing Y/N since their first day on set, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. With the day's work finally coming to an end, Jenna knew it was time to make her move. She grabbed her purse and made her way toward Y/N, her eyes locked on his as she approached.

"Y/N," Jenna purred with a playful grin. "It seems we've been dancing around each other all day. I think it's time we took a break and got to know each other better."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help but smile in return. "I'd love to," he said, his voice deep and inviting. "But we should probably wait until we're not surrounded by people."

Jenna's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, I don't know about that. I think we can find a way to make it interesting." She took his hand and led him toward her trailer, her fingers intertwined with his. "Come on, let's see if we can't make this a little more exciting than just another boring conversation."

Y/N couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his body as he followed Jenna to her trailer. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he was more than eager to find out. As they entered the small space, Jenna closed the door behind them and turned to face Y/N, her eyes locked on his.

"Now, let's start with the basics. Tell me, Y/N, what do you like in a woman?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it."

Jenna's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, I think I can relate to that," she said, her voice low and sultry. "So, tell me, Y/N, do you think I know what I want?"

Y/N's heart raced as he looked into Jenna's eyes. "I think you're pretty clear about what you want," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna stepped closer to Y/N, her body mere inches from his. "And what do you think I want right now, Y/N?"

Y/N swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I think you want me," he said, his voice barely audible.

Jenna's eyes flashed with desire as she reached up and ran her fingers through Y/N's hair. "That's right, Y/N," she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, and I'm going to have you."

With that, Jenna pressed her body against Y/N's, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Y/N's hands roamed Jenna's body, exploring every curve and softness. As their tongues danced together, Jenna could feel Y/N's growing arousal, and she knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Jenna broke the kiss and began to unbutton Y/N's shirt, her fingers deftly undoing each button. As she revealed his muscular chest, Jenna leaned in and planted soft kisses along his collarbone, her lips leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

Y/N groaned softly as Jenna continued to tease him, her hands now moving to his pants. She unfastened his belt and slid his pants down, her fingers lingering on the growing bulge in his boxers. Y/N could feel the heat rising in his body, and he knew he was powerless to resist Jenna's advances.

As Jenna pulled Y/N's boxers down, his cock sprang free, standing at attention. Jenna's eyes widened in appreciation as she took in the sight of Y/N's impressive member. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her grip firm and sure.

"I can see you're more than ready for me," Jenna whispered, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. "But I think it's time we took things to the next level."

Y/N's breath caught in his throat as Jenna slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire, and then took him into her mouth. Y/N groaned loudly as Jenna began to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she pleasured him.

Jenna's head bobbed up and down, her hands gripping Y/N's hips for support. Y/N could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as Jenna worked her magic. He knew he was close, but he wanted to hold off as long as possible, wanting to savor every moment of this incredible experience.

As Jenna continued to suck him, Y/N reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, gently guiding her as he thrust his hips forward. Jenna moaned softly, her own arousal growing as she pleasured Y/N.

"God, Jenna, you're incredible," Y/N groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take."

Jenna pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening with Y/N's pre-cum. "Don't worry, Y/N," she said with a devilish grin. "I'm just getting started."

With that, Jenna stood up and began to strip off her own clothes, revealing her flawless body inch by inch. Y/N's eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the sight of Jenna's naked form, his cock growing even harder at the sight.

Jenna pushed Y/N back onto the small bed in her trailer, her eyes locked on his as she climbed on top of him. Y/N reached up and cupped Jenna's breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as she positioned herself above him.

As Jenna lowered herself onto Y/N's cock, both of them groaned in pleasure. Jenna began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, sensual circles. Y/N's hands explored Jenna's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and ass as she rode him.

Jenna leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Y/N's chest as she moved. Y/N took the opportunity to kiss her deeply, their tongues entwining as they lost themselves in the moment. As their passion grew, Jenna began to ride Y/N harder, her moans becoming more and more intense.

"Yes, Y/N, just like that," Jenna panted, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck me harder, I need to feel you deep inside me."

Y/N groaned in response, his hips thrusting upward as he slammed into Jenna. Jenna's moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure as Y/N pounded into her.

As their passion reached its peak, Y/N could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Jenna sensed it too, her own orgasm building as she rode Y/N with wild abandon.

"I'm close, Jenna," Y/N gasped, his voice barely audible. "I'm going to cum soon."

Jenna's eyes flashed with desire as she looked down at Y/N. "Cum for me, Y/N," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

With that, Y/N's body tensed as he reached the point of no return. He thrust his hips upward one last time, burying himself deep inside Jenna as he cried out in pleasure. Jenna's own orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body trembling with pleasure as she came hard around Y/N's cock.

As their bodies slowly came down from the high of their passionate encounter, Y/N and Jenna lay together, their hearts pounding in unison.

[tazzertopia]

phantom troupe: do they snore?

this idea for phantom troupe hcs came to me randomly at 2:00am last night so enjoy xoxo

chrollo

-probably not unexpected but not really

-he’s generally a super quiet sleeper

-the loudest he ever is in his sleep is breathing loudly on occasion

-his lack of snoring is most likely attributed by the fact he’s a very light sleeper

-he’s one of those bitches who will wake up because the whistling of the wind was slightly louder than usual

uvogin

-his ass sounds like a heavy metal concert when he sleeps

-his snores are earth-shaking. ear-splitting. pain-inducing.

-his snores single handedly contribute to noise pollution

-think of how loud your dad snores and x1000

-if the troupe members have to share a room at any point during a mission, they will throw a whole rock paper scissors tournament to see who’s taking one for the team and sacrificing their sleep (it’s usually nobunaga)

-because covering his mouth with a sock doesn’t stop the snoring, the troupe have an emergency weighted blanket on standby

-the complete opposite of chrollo, this man could sleep in an active war zone and and not budge an inch (in other words you cannot wake his ass up by force to get him to stop snoring so the only option is to wait it out or sleep somewhere else)

pakunoda

-the most silent sleeper ever

-not even a peep from miss pakunoda

-the ideal person to share a bed with. she doesn’t snore, her breathing is inaudible and she’s extremely still

-almost unnerving in a way bc she looks dead when she sleeps

-if you were to share a bed with her you’d probably spend most of the night checking her pulse to ensure she is actually alive and breathing

phinks

-he’s one of those people who when he snores the buildup is super loud but he exhales quietly (i hope that makes sense)

-ljke the buildup is super dragged out like hhhHhhhhhhUUUHHHUUUH but the exhale is just hoooooooo !!

-idk how to express snoring via text so you may have to act it out to know what i mean

-honestly this type of snoring is arguably worse than uvogin’s bc at least his is consistent whereas phinks will give you hope that he’s finally stopped snoring until it starts up again ☹️☹️😢

-he will forever deny he snores tho

feitan

-comedic ass snore

-probably snores like mimimimimimimimi zzzzzzzzz 😴💤😴💤😴💤

-he sleeps like he should be wearing a night cap and a long night gown with a candle on his bedside table

-trying not to piss yourself laughing while he’s snoring if you’re still awake is an olympic level sport

-one time shalnark recorded him while he was snoring and showed it to him (when he was down with him, he ensured the recording was eradicated from his phone)

-ik realistically he would probably be a silent sleeper but the idea of him sounding like a whole cartoon character is actually hilarious to me

shalnark

-sleep? WHAT’S THAT? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 (get it because he’s the tech whiz so he probably stays up all night gaming lololololol XDD)

-probably a loud ass mouth breather

-like he sounds like a broken ventilator sometimes

-he sounds like he ran a lap around mt everest before bed why is he so loud

-if you pissed him off during the day he would probably amp up the volume on his breathing to prevent you from sleeping well (now we’re both mad xx)

shizuku

-for the most part very quiet

-occasionally she will jumpscare you awake by randomly snoring out of no where

-like you’ll wake up to this loud ass noise only to realise it was just shizuku

-sometimes she’ll wake up aswell and accuse you of snoring

-aside from that pretty quiet- not as ideal to share a bed with as pakunoda but fine for the most part as long as you don’t mind surprises

nobunaga

-i feel like he’d have one of those super low growly snores ???????

-like those low, shaky ones

-the ones that kinda sound like grunts

-idk if i’m making sense so i pray i am 🙏

-they’re not that bad tho bc they’re quiet enough to not keep you awake and are low-key kinda relaxing

-if you’re gonna share a bed with anyone who snores, it’s nobunaga

machi

-another generally quiet sleeper except for occasionally sighing in her sleep

-from time to time she’ll just go like huhhhhhhhh :// and then will go back to being quiet again

-don’t bring it up the next day tho bc she WILL deny it and seem embarrassed

-you can tell when she’s having a nice dream based on how often she sighs

franklin

-surprisingly quiet

-you wouldn’t expect his oversized enormous ass to be quiet but he is

-similar to chrollo, the most you’re getting out of him is some occasionally loud breathing

-aside from that he’s a quiet sleeper

bonolenov

-i feel like bc of the holes in his body he’d probably make a whistling sound in his sleep

-like a pan flute

-not the worst tho bc like nobunaga it’s low high key relaxing

-free asmr what could be better xxx

kortopi

-quiet as hell

-are we really surprised

-sorry to the two kortopi fans out there but i can’t be bothered to think of anything to add on he’s just quiet

another tazzertopia classic 💯💯💯💯 if you like these hc posts pls give me requests (idk if the ask box is visible on my profile but do it through here or via the comments) bc these are super fun, i can also do other characters too !!! if i do more i might start doing them for other shows anyways bye xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

[theobsessedcookiefan]

This is the end, I leave it to free interpretation

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- "I was fine with her acting as if I was not a big thing, she was my creator after all, she was who decided my fate, who chose what I should do, how should I act.. What I should be. But when these feelings started to bloom like white camellias petals inside of me I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted her to look at me like I looked at her, like I meant the world." - He knew that those foolish dreams were almost impossible for him to reach, what would you even see in him? He was simply inferior, you were incredible in his eyes, a perfect example of a goddess.

And you had so much to do to notice the growing feelings of one of your creations, you were someone busy, always finding something to do, baking new cookies, casting more spells to help them with their world, why would you worry about one in a million? Besides, since that failed spell he barely talked to you anymore, he was going to make that spell work even if it took a month or all his life.. Even if it meant messing with Crescent Moon Magic.

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A few weeks passed by, the cookie's absence was starting to feel concerning to you, in your mind you could only regret that choice of words, of course you cared about him, not in the way a pet owner cares about their pet, you actually cared about him. It was a complicated feeling? Yes it was, you're supposed to be a witch for god's sake! Some of you even ate their creations and you? You were caring about the thought of hurting the feelings of one of yours! Gosh you were pathetic, even your teacher would be disappointed if she saw your predicament. With a sigh you left the book you were reading in the table of your tower, giving the window a quick glance, the moon was in its most dangerous phase, a crescent moon, you knew that moon magic was really powerful but you also knew the consequences of using it; it could end in your perdition, your soul would end up corrupting itself. You shook your head before looking outside the window, trying to get a better view of the forest beneath you, it was always calming to hear the sound of the rustling leaves and maybe.. just maybe.. No, you couldn't continue with that mindset, instead you wanted to see if you could get a glimpse of the cookie village nearby.

A couple hours later you could finally hear the portal being activated, it was him! Finally, the thought of seeing that blue cookie again gave your heart a warm feeling that you dismissed as it being relief. - "Finally! I was starting to wonder if you crumbled." - You joked a bit, trying to lighten up the mood before looking at the portal, but what you saw made your heart sink, Blueberry Milk was there yes but looked terrible, the noticeable eye bags and lack of sleep made you wonder what he had been up to. Even with that terrible look his eyes sparkled at seeing you like always, he was terrible at hiding his feelings but you were no better at getting them. - "I figured it out!" - He spoke excitedly, walking over to you and asking to be lifted up to eye level to which you complied, taking him carefully into your hands and slowly lifting him until you two could talk eye to eye. - "You did? What exactly did you figure out?" - It was a genuine question, he always had been so curious that even discovering how the fire worked would make him happy and excited. - "The spell didn't work because I wasn't compatible with it, but I was researching and found out this other spell, can.. Can I try again?" - That begging tone of his always made you lose it, it was easy giving in to him, so you agreed with a nod of your head, oh if only you could know what that simple nod makes his heart race like.

- "Okay! Be prepared alright?" - Blueberry Milk gave you a smile as he prepared himself, starting to cast that spell in a low voice, for a few minutes nothing happened and that made you smile softly at him, this time you weren't going to be that rude and risk your friendship. - "Oh don't worry, if the spell is old it's probably trash- I'm sure you'll manage to do it some day." - He was a bit disappointed but your reassuring made him feel a bit less of a failure. Then you felt it, a sharp pain in your chest, it was as if you were being stabbed with a needle in it.. What? Why were you feeling it? He was supposed to cast the spell in himself.. Wasn't he?. At the sight of your pained expression he spoke again, getting closer again with his hands together in a pleading manner. - "Is it working? Please tell me it is.." -

Finally something came into your mind, you heard of a spell that some witches used to connect with their creations better, a spell that managed to turn the witches into cookies, was he doing that? No.. It required the strong magic of a witch or a dark oath to do so, one like- all the pieces clicked together as the light of the crescent moon entered your room and the pain intensified, it all made sense, why he had waited until today, why he looked so sick. With your eyes wide open you managed to find your voice to speak in a whisper. - "You used the the Crescent Moon Magic so the spell could work?.. It's dangerous!" - You said, trying to make him see reason but your words lost strength as you did as well, your eyes closing against your will. - "I know it sounds bad but that way we can actually be together! Doesn't it sound fantastic? I could even show you around" - He spoke dreamily, sounding as if nothing wrong was happening, like he hadn't just corrupted himself, he knew about the risks? Yes of course, but he didn't care anymore, if his soul was the price to pay to be with you he would gladly take it.

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Funfact: white camellias mean adoration.

[captainwholecake]

Hello!! 🏵️ How are you? And how areyou guys dealing with the heat?? I'm from France and here it's finally a bit cold so I can say that we're good for now 👀 Could I please request a headcanon for Zoro, Law and Ace if you don't mind? (separately) About how they would react to a small sized fem!reader?? With like the cute moments AND the feisty HORNY! ones 👀?? Thank you! (If you don't feel comfortable doing fem s/o i don't mind gn 👌😊)

A/n: I got this so late its almost winter here but the heat was fine and I’m going to try going the fem route but I’ll still add some gn elements so my enby, masc, queerfluid homies, and anyone else who isn’t fem can enjoy this

enjoy the long comeback post homies! ;)

Warnings: Look me in the eyes and tell all three of these mf don’t have some type of size kink / praise kink … anyways, nsfw because of horniness

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Roronoa Zoro

* Wano Zoro is fire btw

anyways, the praise kink size kink middle ground

Law has a gaint size kink and Ace has a praise kink no more context is needed

Okay, lets not go on about the horniness first

I think he would be fine with it

Would ABSOLUTELY love getting shit off shelves and shit for his s/o but definitely acts like he doesn’t

Like some Tsudere bs

why do I feel like hed head pat them a lot

Its his love language ????

I imagined him snickering after he makes fun of his s/o being short and they make a angry face

whatelse sfw stuff do I want to say??

Imagining he would like to pick his s/o a lot

Bridal style, like a sack of potatoes, literally anything

ITS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE x2

He’d also give his s/o piggyback rides/let them sit on his shoulders whenever the crew is exploring and shit

Anyways, enough sfw

Like said on top the middle ground

He’d be in his s/o struggling take him

He’d coo at them about how adorable they look

LOVESSSS putting his s/o legs on his shoulders

(COUGH) also the mating press (COUGH)

you know that scene in the love equation where adam somehow puts olives whole breast in his mouth ??? Why do I think Zoro would try to do that ???

Face sititing??? yessir

loves his s/o being on top time to time

Okay, so I forgot about the praise kink part. i should clarify that the praise kink goes with the cooing and a lil of the heart pats

He’d see them struggling and go like “aw look at you taking like that, good baby” “sweetheart you’re taking me so well” type of way

Trafalgar Law

Have I used this gif before? I feel like I have but oh well

HES THE KINKIEST MF ON THE PLANET IN THE WHOLE ANIME MEN TELL ME I’M WRONG

ANYWAYS, ANYWAYS

Okay, so I feel having a small s/o for him would just him melting

Also having turn on a maternal instinct whenever their not in his slight

Penguin and Saichi going “uhh I think their with bepo” and Law loses it

He knows they can’t fight for themselves and all but also knows that they think their Chihuahua whose bigger then they’re actually are

anjssjejejw i’m so soft imagining how soft he would be

I feel he’d lean down sometimes to be at eye level them

so many forehead kisses

I have feel like all the important stuff on sleeves are low lever bc you its a submarine and all

but if they weren’t oh he make sure they were just for them

Can I say he would be OBSESSE with his s/o sitting in his lap?

Like he’s doing doctor shit late at night and his s/o has their head tucked into his neck 🥺🥺

To the whore bs

He’s probably the most into it when its comes nsfw activities

He’s SOOO into the size difference

Loves having his s/o suck on his fingers bc how big they are compared to his s/os mouth

Especially his thumb. Theres something about his hand cradling their jaw that gets him

Law would be one of those headpusher types but only do it when he knows the other person is okay with it (consent king)

He also loves the sound his s/o gagging bc their struggling to take him in their mouth (which is why he’s specifically a headpusher he makes them gag on purpose)

Strong would try use his devil fruit power in the bedroom energy

idk he takes their head off to show them exactly how small they are compared to him

Portgas D. Ace

I LOVE HIM OMG HES SO PRECIOUS WHY DID ODA KILL HIM (why does it look like he lit a blunt on fire in this gif)

Okay, the loml next

This teasing bitch

Would put stuff on the higher shelves so they have to ask for help

walks into the kitchen in shock and disappointment when he sees his s/o has climbed on the counter to get thing they need

pouts literally pouts when they don’t ask for his help to get stuff

THE WAY he wants one those cliche moments of ‘person a’ needs something high up but can’t get it so ‘person b’ surprises them by with warning getting said thing for them BUT CAN NEVER GET IT

Loves to carry is s/o around like zoro only difference for him is its need not a want

Will put his hat on them for the sole purpose of it making them look smaller by it going over their eyes

He also thinks they look good with it on

He loves when his s/o basically sleeps on top of him

You know sharing body heat (mf is made of fire)

Really likes to dip his head down when kissing his s/o and goes feral when it leads to him picking his s/o up and being at the same height

I’m getting to the whore shit now

Another thing with the hat, he absolutely LOVES it be on his s/o when their riding him

Praises galore

Always talking about how pretty his s/o and how well they take him

5 bucks says half of those praises are whimpers and whines

Can’t take his hands off their thighs (his hands are so oh big compared their legs)

Has to have their ankles on his shoulder

can not have his head in his s/o neck telling them how good they feel (WHY AM I SO PRO LOVE DRUNK ACE???)

Really likes wall sex bc hold them to be eye to eye with him

Last thing, this probably started as aftercare but just became something Ace does to comforts his s/o but he really likes to kiss both his s/o cheeks, then their forehead, tip of the of nose, and lastly a peck on the lips

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A/n: the author note up top is from like October when I started writing this but I’m too lazy to change it but rn it’s really hot where I live, I need a job to pay off half my car but all the places I apply too never call me, send email saying their full staffed/i’m not moving forward, or when I do interview I don’t get a job :( but i’m doing good

Hope you enjoyed this massive comeback post :)

[lychee-angelica]

8th house lord through the houses ✧˖°

vedic astrology

disclaimer ~ this is based on my own research & opinions, so if it doesn’t resonate please let it go. this should go without saying but please do not plagiarise heh

how to find your 8th house lord ~ for starters please only use your vedic/ sidereal chart & whole sign house system. the 8th house lord planet is indicated solely by the sign that falls within the 8th house of a chart. look for the house in your chart where your 8th house lord planet is sitting in. i have included a guide at the very bottom of this post as well but if you need clarification feel free to dm me x

✧˖° 8th lord in 1st house

these people are very seductive & alluring! high physical sex appeal & most likely has very high sex drives. they have a very mysterious & hypnotic presence. highly mystical & intuitive - it is very hard to deceive these people. sensitive & has a very emotionally vulnerable side to them - they try to keep this side of them low-key. comes across as mystical, deep & sensitive. may have health issues that deteriorate their vitality whether mental or physical - keep on top of your well-being. these people have powerful potential to transform one’s self physically - like they can drastically transform other’s perception of them. as per stereotypes, may be prone to seclusion & secrecy on a characteristic level

✧˖° 8th lord in 2nd house

people with this placement have very sexually attractive facial features, especially the eyes & lips. seductive voices! these people are very ‘sensually seductive’ - if that makes sense. may have very deep issues related to self-worth. may be prone to disordered eating & consumption of intoxicates as a means to pacify psychological issues - please be careful of diet culture & intoxication if you have this placement. ability to benefit off other people’s money - just saying reminds me of sugar baby archetypes (8th house is the finance of others & 2nd house is material items). other wise, benefits financially from work related to investigation, research, psychology, astrology, mystical practices, sex, finances or health 

✧˖° 8th lord in 3rd house

people with this placement may be very interested in occult, fantasy, mystical, true crime or mysterious topics. has a mind for mystery. these people are most likely shy - especially when it comes to talking to others. seductive & hypnotic way with words - other people may often take what you say as suggestive even if it’s not. amazing placement for creative writing, especially fantasy or criminal genres. these people may be very sexual inclined, however be careful of not over doing it with sexual activity or becoming too infatuated with it (8th house is sex & 3rd house is hobbies). may be interested in longevity & anti-aging

✧˖° 8th lord in 4th house

highly intuitive, empathetic & good at supporting others. has a great need to connect with others intimately & usually does so intensely, especially within emotional & sexual relationships. for this reason sex & love tend to go together for these people, they often desire devotional bonds/ relationships. these people may harbour or bottle up feelings of shame, isolation & victimhood. usually these feelings are associated with the mother, childhood or home environment in some way. mother may be a scorpionic person or if there are no afflictions the mother may just has interest in spirituality/ mysticism. these people should be very cautious of attracting people who treated poorly within their intimate relationships 

✧˖° 8th lord in 5th house

these people most likely express themselves creatively in a scorpionic way, whether that is intentional or not - megan fox has this placement & she has always been subject to roles that objectify & sexualise her (8th house is sex appeal & 5th house is theatrical entertainment). these people likely enjoy having sex very much, especially within romantic/ committed relationships. has a good understanding of occult, taboo, sexual topics although may be to overly obsessed with these themes. their creativity comes in sudden bursts of energy. if this person has children/ is wanting to the relationship with them may be challenging & dramatic. most likely able to financially support their children. people with this placement should be extra wary of accidental pregnancy

✧˖° 8th lord in 6th house 

profound ability & strength to overcome their obstacles whether they are financial, emotional or psychological. prone to feelings of victimization & vulnerability, be very cautious of others who may try to take advantage of you especially sexually or monetarily. prone to other’s competing with them due to their sex appeal, attracts jealousy from other people - jealousy could even be very low-key, ik this sounds bad but it’s just because you’re so gorgeous! may routinely deal with unwanted attention. very talented in research & investigation. monetary gains can come from disasters, health issues, insurance or injuries. take special care of your own health & the health of your pets x 

✧˖° 8th lord in the 7th house

these people relate to others in a very primal, seductive or intimate way, vice versa. people with this place have many admirers for this reason but be cautious of other people maybe getting the wrong impression of where your interests lay. may be the types who may are good at stalking/ gathering information on a love interest usually via social media. enjoys having sex & is sexually skilful. likely to desire marriage/ commitment. your partner may be passionate & mysterious, a scorpionic type of person. may have sudden disruptions or changes in relationships & marriages

✧˖° 8th lord in the 8th house

deeply interested in occult or taboo subjects, understands & contemplates things deeply. may be detached & caught up with fantasy rather than reality. may be prone to disturbing fascinations related to occult, hidden aspects of life or sex. psychic & intuitive. highly sexually appealing & connects with others intensely during sex. likely to desire commitment & marriage. sometimes this applies but work toward bettering negative thinking patterns & emotions like spite, meanness & manipulative tendencies. additionally, always take care of your mental, emotional & physical health x

✧˖° 8th lord in the 9th house

non-conforming & breaks traditional faith/ beliefs. challenges, tempts or even disturbs other people’s moral compass & faith whether this is intentional or not. greatly intelligent, opinionated & insightful on topics of occult, mysticism, sex & death. most likely occultist or atheists. may be very lucky & experience sudden increase in fortunes. most likely able to benefit from inheritance, wills & insurance - by any legal means. powerful & skilled at manifestation through intention & prayer. that being said, manifestation is so powerful that these people need to be very mindful of negative thinking as this may also manifest itself. be very wary of teachers or older men who may cross boundaries or establish inappropriate relationships. may have sudden disruptions or changes in your higher education - beyond high school

✧˖° 8th lord in the 10th house

people with this placement may seem to be shy, reclusive or deep in thought in the eye of the public. otherwise in more extroverted people the sexual side of the 8th house can be more aligned with their public prominence. these people may be overlooked by other’s but when they do receive attention from authority figures or older men it is intense & overwhelming - always be wary of older men who are sexually interested in you, particularly if they are of a higher status than you. great research & analysis skills which makes them well suited for careers related to secrets, scandals, psychology, investigation, death & surveillance. avoid scandalous behaviour as it will most likely hinder your public image or even career. may experience many sudden changes in status & work     

✧˖° 8th lord in the 11th house

people with this placement may have trouble fitting in & feels like an outcast usually due to issues w/ social anxiety. often attracts friends & people within their social circles that are sexually interested in them - so be cautious of people in your circle for this reason. prominent placement for people who gains financially through sexual, mysterious, investigative or esoteric activities - i noticed this placement to be prominent in top only fans creators. may  experience very sudden rises in wealth/ gains & fame/ social status, although be wary of scandals as they may cause sudden negative turns in luck the same way. generally these people will have a better adult life than their childhood

✧˖° 8th lord in the 12th house

these people are highly skilled at spiritual practices such as detachment, yoga & meditation. they have true understanding of spirituality & reincarnation. most definitely can be shy & introverted types. people with this placement may have emotional or psychological issues that stem very deep. deeply fascinated with fantasy or mystical topics. prone to feeling victimised, at a loss or trapped. high sex drive although may be frigid toward sexual intimacy with others. may have sleep troubles or disorders - please take care of your sleep. be wary of taking bad/ negative actions as they may lead to loss. be very cautious of sexual relationships that debilitate your energy especially via pressuring  

guide ✧˖°

[aiura-stan]

I love the idea that Teruhashi might be thinking this. (I know she isn’t Teruhashi, but still.) It’s so outright aggressive and mean, instead of her more low key “Saiki should be obsessed with me!” thoughts as in canon proper, lol.

Also notable that the first mention of Saiki being markedly different from other people is here: “If a normal person heard them he would undoubtedly have a mental breakdown after three seconds.” Maybe it’s true, probably an exaggeration on Saiki’s part, but it definitely highlights that what he deals with, mentally, is on another level, and he is able to deal with it.

LMAO. this one made me laugh… it’s like yikyak but worse!! like yikyak but including things people wouldn’t even say on there, read out loud… phewww.

Saiki says his powers are “in the wrong” rather than peoples’ thoughts. However, the way he words the second part about how you can’t dress up what’s on the inside strikes me as odd. I was trying to think of the reasoning behind this sort of sentiment that Saiki expresses here, because it repeats later in the manga proper. And I think, it boils down to this incorrect assumption he has, that people’s thoughts are their true feelings. My guess on where comes from is probably either Kuniharu or Kuusuke, who both express a lot of resentment for him. In each of their cases, that really is how they feel, and they make no effort to change it, and there’s not a lot of positive emotion thrown in there either. At least as a child, Kuusuke spent a lot of time actively trying to hurt his brother. And Kuniharu probably did too, if we take all of the examples of him trying to get “revenge” on Kusuo into account.

So it never occurs to him at first that people might have intrusive thoughts, or have thoughts they don’t necessarily believe pass through their heads, or thoughts they ultimately challenge and thoughts that directly contradict their behavior.

Okay angsty rant over lol

‘nother thing that strikes me as funny, not in a good way this time… really now. I have never met a girl who was that jealous of another girl’s boobs. If anything, I’ve met girls who got them too young and wished they hadn’t because of teasing.

Maybe it’s a cultural difference, maybe it’s the fact that a male author wrote this who doesn’t really know (or care) about accurately depicting teenage girls’ concerns in a comedy… anyways.

I beg to differ Saiki… that IS an incredible tattoo and I want to see it… I want that tattoo.. haha. And who cares if some people are bald?? and trans people exist?? Saiki likes to complain about things that do not matter at all. I guess he probably feels like it’s a burden to keep other people’s secrets, or something. He is just a teenager after all.

tbh I kind of wish that Asou had kept this if only for dramatic effect

come on… look at this…

Sigh. I love examples of Saiki interfering with fate just to help someone.

Okay, that’ll do it for part one of this post. Part two in a bit. 💕

[harmonysanreads]

just thinking about the hsr main trio having one darling together and how they collectively all have one brain cell and it’s dan hengs

Surprisingly, being shared among these three idiots (affectionate) isn't so bad.

Now whether you enjoy their chaotic dynamic will depend on your energy level. If you're constantly on life support for energy like me, then balancing March 7th's enthusiasm and Stelle's (going with her because yes) eccentricity will be difficult so to say, since it's a constant tug of war between these two for your attention. Dan Heng and you can shake hands in this case, always sighing like old souls by the sidelines. He secretly enjoys the silent understanding you two share, uses it to coax you to his side as well.

If you're a social butterfly though, with a little bit of tact, you might be able to make March and Stelle play along your whims. Dan Heng, while appearing sympathetic and understanding, bottles up all his bitter feelings. See, he invests most of his energy at maintaining his composure and keeping a low profile. He does not wish to force you to his side but he undeniably desires you. But given the other two's forwardness, he's often overshadowed. And you know that never ends well in certain situations.

But other than the active and passive tug-of-wars between these three and the fact that they're practically glued to your being, they are a rather easygoing trio of yanderes. Their yandere tendencies aren't even obvious to the passing eyes!... that is until, someone has the stupid wish of interfering with their quality time with you. Despite what their squabbles make it seem like, the trio have deep trust in each other. Their goal is one, your protection. And heavens do you not want to find out what happens should someone dare to hurt you in any way imaginable. Even a comment with the vaguest mocking tone will not be pardoned by them.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 11

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I always place my bookmark at the end of the chapter when I start reading to indicate the number of pages I have in a session, and this chapter is comparatively so short! Only like 20ish pages!

Once again, Charlie has abandoned me, but I am back on my soy lattes with matcha to accompany this chapter. Oversharing but; I ran out of my ceremonial grade matcha (delicious af) and tried a local tea shops matcha (much cheaper, still delicious, but texture and colour are very different). The matcha is tasty but definitely not the same. My wallet is happy, my taste buds are forlorn.

Minor angst aside- Let's get into this chapter!

Corpse?! Already! Starting this chapter off strong with maybe another death? I mean, Liu Qingge has 0 chance against Luo Binge, but still.

I will say MXTX is great at starting and ending chapters with anticipation. Like there is no filler chapter. She ends AND starts on action every time. It has made my one chapter a day read low key frustrating, but has definitely kept me engaged!

Wait. What corpse is Luo Binhe holding??? If it's Shen Qingqiu that is so fuckedp245

Double WAIT. What are they doing in the bed together :O OMG is he sleeping with the corpse?? p246

Im shaken. LOL It IS Shen Qingqiu's corpse. p247

Fucking SAME SQQ. Necrophilia is also not for me my guy "Too hardcore...Way too fucking hardcore! Even if his imagination had been as vast as the moon covered with craters, he had still never imagined that one day he would become a character in this kind of hardcore kink play". p247

SQQ I really don't think it can be called bullying to have the guy let go of your own corpse (that was being super desecrated) p248

okay but. question: did he sleep or SLEEP with the corpse? I need to know because I am overwhelmed at this revelation. Both are unhinged, but like one of them is significantly worse.

honestly, SQQ, I too want to know how that corpse is being preserved p248

NOT CORPSE HOT POTATO p249

LOL at Liu Qingge panicking about touching the corpse's flesh. Like sure, I get it, if that was my friend/sect sibling's body I would be horrified at the man handling p249

oh! His (SQQ) sword (and Luo Binghe's old sword??) is repaired!! that's rad! p250

Oh gosh. Luo Binghe is Big Mad that they are snatching his corpse boyfriend p250

Thank god that SQQ was able to get Liu Qingge to to actually leave- this could have been awful. p251

aaaaaaaand what a time for SQQ to have a change of heart about Luo Binghe. He is SO soft for him. 10000% he is going to get himself killed -> again. p251

OMG he was so close to telling him his identity and the confession was disrupted vie him being kidnapped! p252

wait- who else broke in?? was it Shang Qinghua? p253 ofc MXTX loves to leave little cliff hangers.

Oh no, Luo Binghe did remember to activate the demon blood mites. poor SQQ. p254

meanwhile SQQ is basically dying (not actually but he sure feels like he is) and is having an entire mindmap thought journey about how Luo BInghe came to this level of infatuation with himp254

we now have SQQ questioning his worldview, his entire life, himself as an individual, every choice he has ever made, and a his own sexuality. poor babe. p255

oh shit. Wait- what's the cure for the blood mites?? Who is this guy??? p256

are you fucking kidding me. LOL omg. Another demon. I just went to my notes from yesterday and this applied, but make it 3 dimes. "Shen Qingqiu (probably): if I had a dime for every time I had demonic blood poisoning me I would have two, and that's not a lot, but fucked up it happened twice. LOL" at this point should I keep a dime count??

omg! is he attacking him now from within the dream realm??? p258 so scary!

okay he is not attacking SQQ he is attacking HIMSELF. Luo Binghe is not okay. The level of unwell he is exhibiting is frankly, quite alarming. p259

all of this self harming because he lost his shizun's corpse omg

Well... at least luo binghe is apologizing for the water prison? p261

and here we have SQQ having a crisis about not wanting to be near Luo Binghe while he simultaneously cannot resist patting his head anyways p262

oh god. baby luo binghe intentionally kept all of the scars that Shen Qinqiu gave him. what the fuck I'm emotional. p263

Wel it's about time. SQQ finally figured out he fucked up treating Luo Binghe like a character and not a person. BUT, based on the last line of this chapter, I have a suspicion that 1. luo binghe is not himself (someone else impersonating him??) OR Luo Binghe knows exactly what the fuck he is dong.

I cannot with these cliffhangers!

I need to know who this other demon is and who is controlling this dream rn. I did take a look ahead at page count and the next couple chapters are very short AND end book 2, so I am not looking forward to likely more drama and another several cliffhangers.

pray 4 me.

[ilsolefiesta]

persona charts observations based on my placements

my natal placements which can help to understand my casual appearance: Virgo Asc & Mars in the 12th house, the 1st house Virgo Sun, the 2nd house Libra Venus & Mercury, Moon in Taurus in the 9th house. probably, you imagined a plain nerd or clean-aesthetic girl when you read this, right? actually, these placements describe me so well in everyday life. I'm not an eye-catching person at all. my style is simple, and a random passerby would not even remember me after 5 minutes. that's why it was difficult for me to explain the hell obsession with femme-fatale or heroin chick aesthetics, piercing, tattoos, provocative, sometimes over-sexualized photos etc. like, on my Instagram, I mostly have a different, even self-destructive, rigid vibe. recently, I've checked my ascendant person chart. guess, what? Sagittarius Asc conjunction Pluto as a ruler of the 12th house. add the 1st house Mars here. and the 8th house Leo Venus. now, I have no more questions. I guess it can be connected with the idea that the ASC persona chart can reveal your "inner self", the way you dream of presenting yourself to society, but for some reason it is not available. almost all my photos are taken alone by myself, as I am shy, so it's like my own safe-space. that's why I can only show this side of myself while taking photos.

despite the fact that persona charts are not researched properly yet, I'll try to provide some insight into how to better understand and interpret them. it's like Inside Out cartoon. like each "emotion", each part of your life represented by a certain planet has its own natal chart. for example, in my Mars persona chart I have IC in Cancer with the 4th house Venus being squared by Scorpio Moon. you can't imagine how furious I can be if someone attacks my family. however, as it is not a trine, but a square, it usually creates a situation where "I can say anything about my family because it's MY family, but if YOU try, I'll cut off your head". moreover, my Mars is in the 8th house in the conjunction with Chiron, and Pluto is nearby. my level of outer defensive/aggressive/sexual energy is usually quite low (natal Virgo Mars in the 12th house) but my Mars with these features is most active and bright exactly when I reach my limit and can't handle things anymore. it's like hidden reserves that appear out of nowhere and say: "actually, you CAN. I'll give you another chance, but instead of complaining, go and DO it, okay?"

Virgo Mars in the 4th house squared by Pluto 🤝 Scorpio Mercury in my Mercury persona chart... guess, who always has verbal fightings with relatives in the family chat?

my natal chart ruler is Libra Mercury in the 2nd house (also being the ruler of the Gemini on the 10th house, MC conjunction Jupiter) and it's supposed to be the main source of my financial basis and income. during my whole life I literally feel that I'm destined to earn money with writing/speaking/advocating for something - you know, all Mercury-related activities. however, my Mercury persona chart along with MC persona chart are like: "haha, we've prepared the 12th house Jupiter, empty 2nd house and Neptune in the 8th house. how is it - knowing where you should go, but not knowing how?" I have a hint, however. nearly EVERY persona chart I have, has active 9th house (especially in Jupiter persona chart - Gemini Sun, Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter in the 9th house). I guess, I should search realization somewhere outside my country, but I'm still thinking how I should achieve it.

the 1st house Aries Venus trine Pluto in my Saturn persona chart. yes, I really feel that aging makes me better in terms of appearance. and, as I suppose, more confident (I blame Aries...). my Ascendant is in Pisces - people usually tell me that now I look younger than 4 years ago, for example. I guess it's due to more relaxed vibe and less amount of makeup, lmao.

Moon persona chart... I have an opposition between the 1st house Taurus Sun and the 7th house Scorpio Moon. I should admit that the contrast between the inner & outer expression of my emotions is drastic. not my best quality, but I can easily play cool in front of someone who offended me. I can easily say: "I don't care, forget it, we're fine." but due to the 1st house Sun my ego is A LITTLE BIT fragile and I remember every. single. word. that has been said. I take my time and think how can use it later. like "I'm not vindictive, I just have a good memory".

Thank you for reading!

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[smileysuh]

Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i was so excited when @idyllic-ghost announced this collab in @svthub. Had a great time creating this world and working with everyone through the Discord server :) The masterlist is coming out July 15, but find the list of creators involved here and join the taglist :) also shoutout to @idyllic-ghost for being my beta reader, it really helped

It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has. 

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?” 

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him. 

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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[bloody-bee-tea]

June of (minimal) Doom 2024 Day 19 - This can't be happening

It isn’t until they are almost back at the school that Satoru notices that something isn’t right. It’s not a big issue yet, but he feels his grasp on Infinity slipping and that hasn’t happened ever since he automated it.

Maybe the fight just took more out of him than he expected, that’s always a possibility, but it was a relatively low-level curse, almost not worth the effort for him and so this is worrying.

But instead of going to Shoko like he maybe should, his feet carry him to Suguru’s room.

Suguru isn’t back yet—he’s out on his own mission—but Satoru drapes himself all over his bed anyway. He prefers this room over his own, mostly because it smells of Suguru and it makes him feel as if he’s home in a way his own room could never do and he thinks he’ll just wait for Suguru here.

Once he’s back they can figure out just what the hell is going on with his technique, because Suguru always has all the smart ideas anyway and that way Satoru will be in safe hands.

With that thought in mind he decides to take a quick nap while he waits for Suguru’s return and he doesn’t even have time to finish that thought before he’s out like a light.

“Hey, Satoru,” Suguru wakes him up with repeated pokes to his shoulder and Satoru groans as he slaps his hand away.

“Leave me be,” he grumbles, face squished into the pillow and he almost cracks a smile when he hears Suguru’s exasperated sigh.

“What are you doing here?” Suguru wants to know even though Satoru thinks it’s more than obvious.

“Napping,” he gives back, finally turning his head just enough to be able to peer up at Suguru. “Are you stupid?”

“Are you maybe the rudest guy I’ve ever met?” Suguru shoots back but there’s a frown on his face as he squats down next to the bed. “You don’t have Infinity up at all. Did your curse exhaust you that much?”

“Huh?” Satoru mumbles out because of course he has Infinity up, he always has Infinity up these days, with the only exception being Suguru.

“Your eyes,” Suguru says in explanation and points towards his own. “They don’t shine like they usually do. And normally you already wake up with your technique in place.”

It’s true; Infinity is always on these days, even when he sleeps, so Satoru’s eyes are always glowing with that eerie light. He tries to activate Infinity now, because if Suguru says it’s not on then it’s not on, but he’s met with nothing.

“What’s wrong?” Suguru immediately asks because of course he notices the slight frown on Satoru’s face.

“I can’t activate it,” Satoru mutters as he pushes himself up on Suguru’s bed, sitting with his legs crossed. “There’s—nothing.”

“What do you mean ‘there’s nothing’?” Suguru asks for clarification and Satoru can spot the worry on Suguru’s face; the same worry that gnaws at his own stomach.

“There’s no cursed energy in me. I can’t activate my technique,” he whispers out, the shock of that almost rendering him speechless. “This can’t be happening! Where is my—Suguru, I can’t do anything.”

“Alright, alright, calm down,” Suguru says, putting a calming hand to Satoru’s knee. “Come on, let’s go see Shoko. You still were able to use your cursed energy when you were fighting your curse, right? Maybe it did something to you, like some kind of after effect. We’ll figure it out.”

He sounds calm and collected but Satoru is close to panicking. He is nothing without his techniques because like this he cannot be the strongest sorcerer and even his Six Eyes are useless like this if he can’t use them to activate his techniques.

“Suguru, I’m useless, what is there to figure out?” Satoru snaps out because without his techniques he won’t be allowed to stay here and Suguru won’t want to have him around either.

He’s nothing without his techniques.

“We have to figure out how permanent it is,” Suguru calmly gives back as if this isn’t anything to worry about. “So we’re going to see Shoko right now.”

He drags Satoru off his bed and out of his room, not stopping to listen to Satoru’s complaints at all and before he knows it, they are standing in front of Shoko.

“What’s going on here?” Shoko drawls out, looking them up and down and clearly scanning for any injuries on them.

“Satoru can’t use his techniques. He says it feels as if there is no cursed energy in him.”

“Mh,” Shoko hums out, putting a hand to Satoru’s shoulder and Satoru knows that something is going on when her eyes widen.

“Oh dear, you’ve been poisoned,” she mutters, stepping closer, the look of concentration on her face deepening.

“Is it permanent?” Suguru asks when Satoru can’t find his voice to inquire about that because what if it is? What if this is destroying his ability to use cursed energy ever again and from now on he’s useless and powerless and his existence has no more worth?

“It’s not,” Shoko finally says and Satoru is so relieved his knees almost buckle under him. “It’s very, very slow. I’m guessing it took a while to kick in?”

“I exorcised the curse a few hours ago,” he says with a look at the clock in her room and Shoko nods.

“It’s slow to take effect and I bet it’s even slower to break down. It’s still working on impairing your energy and I’m guessing it will until midday tomorrow. And then it will probably take the same amount of time—maybe a little longer—to lose its effect. Meaning you’ll be out of commission for at least another two to three days.”

“That long?” Satoru whispers out because it’s too long.

By then Suguru will have gotten tired of him and won’t want to have him around anymore and Satoru doesn’t know how he managed to get Suguru to want to stick around in the first place, so there’s no way he can do it again.

“Can’t you heal it?” Suguru asks too and Satoru goes cold when he hears that.

It’s already started; Suguru wants Shoko to heal him so Satoru’s existence by his side will have meaning. It only makes sense.

“I can’t. I am barely able to detect it. We’ll just have to wait for it to run its course,” Shoko apologetically says and while Suguru only nods, Satoru sees his entire world crumble around him.

“But it will run its course, right?” Satoru can’t help but to ask and lets out a harsh breath when Shoko nods without hesitation.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then we’ll just wait it out. You’ll be on break until that happens, of course and Yaga promised me a few days off as well, so it kind of works out, right?” Suguru asks, a small smile on his face and Satoru wonders what he’s doing.

Satoru is only good for his powers and nothing else, so why would Suguru want to spend any time with him at all? Well, his powers and—

“At least I’m still pretty, right?” Satoru gets out, a desperate attempt to justify the fact that he’s around at all at the moment and besides his powers it’s always been his looks that captivated people.

He can totally work with this for a few days.

“If you keep your mouth shut, maybe,” Suguru offhandedly says as he checks his phone for the time. “Yaga should still be around, we better talk to him to let him know what’s going on.”

To Suguru it was just a thoughtless answer but to Satoru it felt more like the killing blow.

He won’t be able to stay by Suguru’s side like this, he desperately thinks and something must reflect on his face because Shoko takes a concerned step closer.

“Gojo, are you alright?” she wants to know and that also brings Suguru’s attention back to him, which is the worst thing ever because Satoru has nothing to keep it on him.

“Peachy,” he shortly says, because maybe if he doesn’t speak as much Suguru won’t tire of him entirely.

Maybe like this there will be something left at the end of the next few days that Satoru can salvage.

“I’m just gonna—sleep it off I guess,” he whispers out, forcing himself to keep his voice quiet and his sentences short and he walks off without a look back.

He trusts Suguru to explain things to Yaga and then in a few days maybe he can go back to Suguru’s side, but right now he has no justification to be there at all.

Satoru expects the upcoming days to be kind of miserable but if Suguru is still willing to talk to him at the end of it all, then it will have been worth it.

~*~*~

Satoru doesn’t even manage twelve hours before Suguru corners him in his own room, meaning that an escape is kind of pointless.

“Satoru, are you feeling okay?” Suguru asks as soon as he is inside, not even waiting for Satoru to respond to his knocking and Satoru gives in to the childish urge to hide himself away under the blanket.

“Do you need to see Shoko again?” Suguru wants to know next when no answer comes out of Satoru and for that Satoru sticks the top of his head out of the blanket so Suguru can see how he shakes it.

“Alright.” There’s relief in Suguru’s voice and Satoru can feel his eyes burn.

Of course he’d be relieved because if things didn’t get worse than that means Satoru soon will have his reason of existing in the first place back and then Suguru doesn’t have to pretend to like him for anything else anymore.

Satoru fully expects Suguru to leave after that because the most important things has been cleared up, but instead of doing that, Suguru sits down on Satoru’s bed.

“What’s going on then?” Suguru asks as if it’s clear to him that something else must be going on and Satoru thought he knew Suguru inside and out, but he never pegged him for the cruel type.

“Nothing,” he shortly says, remembering to not talk too much but it seems his answer isn’t quite what Suguru is looking for because he wrestles the blanket away from Satoru.

Only when Satoru is exposed to his searching gaze does he speak again.

“Something must be going on. We both have a few days off, at the same time, and you’re not hogging me or my space, like you normally would. So what is it? Is the loss of your energy hurting you in some way?”

“No.”

“Is it making you uncomfortable?” Suguru asks next and Satoru’s mouth twitches bitterly.

It’s not him who is uncomfortable after all.

“You don’t have to bother with me,” Satoru finally says when Suguru only continues to stare expectantly at him and that seems to catch him entirely off guard.

“What are you talking about?” Suguru breathes out once he finds his voice again and Satoru knows he won’t have any luck getting his blanket back, but that doesn’t mean he has to look Suguru in the face as he confirms what Satoru already knows.

“I’m useless like this. You don’t have to—it’s fine,” Satoru gets out even as his eyes burn and he wonders why the universe was so cruel to give him Suguru if he can slip so easily through his fingers again.

“You said that before, that you’re useless now,” Suguru muses. “What does that have to do with anything? You’re still able to watch a movie with me, even without your cursed energy, right?”

“It’s not like—I can’t—” Satoru starts but he doesn’t know how to finish any of his thoughts.

Suguru is waiting him out patiently, and Satoru thinks that maybe he can do this. If he sits next to Suguru and keeps his mouth shut, maybe it’ll work out.

“Sure,” he finally sighs out and is immediately pushed to the side as Suguru climbs on the bed, laptop already at the ready as if he knew that he would wear Satoru down.

He starts the queued movie without a seconds hesitation, even though Satoru is still trying to arrange himself in a way that hopefully won’t remind Suguru too much of his current existence. Satoru makes sure to keep space between them, to not give Suguru a reason to remember that he’s there at all and it works for all of five minutes before Suguru pauses the movie and turns towards him.

“Okay, spill. Something is going on and I don’t want any excuses.”

Suguru sounds angry and Satoru shrinks in on himself because he’s not used to having that directed at him and he isn’t sure what to do now. If he does speak Suguru will turn away from him because then even Satoru’s looks can’t help him and if he doesn’t speak then Suguru will only get more angry.

It’s a lose-lose situation and Satoru’s breath is starting to come in short with his panic.

“Hey, alright, breathe,” Suguru hurriedly says once he notices it and he reaches out for Satoru, which only makes him flinch back.

That in turn makes Suguru freeze.

“Satoru?” he asks, and he sounds confused and hurt and Satoru want’s to cry.

“I’m fine,” he shortly says, glad that his curtness is hiding how breathless he really is but of course Suguru isn’t so easily satisfied.

“You’re not fine, Satoru, something is going on. Won’t you tell me what has you this panicked?”

Suguru’s voice is soothing and like a balm to Satoru’s soul but he knows that if he speaks he’ll lose that forever. Maybe Suguru hasn’t yet realised that Satoru has no worth like this and Satoru doesn’t want to be the one to point that out to him, but he doesn’t think there’s a way around it, not with the way Suguru continues to stare at him.

“I’m useless,” Satoru finally chokes out, “which means I’m worthless. And not even my looks are able to cover that up, because I don’t know how to keep my fucking mouth shut!”

“Satoru—”

“Shoko said it’ll only be three days probably, but that’s enough time for you to realise just how wasted my existence is like this and you’ll leave me and it won’t matter if I get my power back or not because why would you care then?” he rushes out, feeling as if his chest is going to split in two because he can just imagine it.

Suguru is going to turn his back on him and walk away without a look back and then Satoru will be all alone again, all because he isn’t worth shit as a normal human.

He really should have listened to his family and never come here in the first place.

“I’m nothing like this,” Satoru finally says, driving the last nail into his own coffin and he shoves his hands under the blanket to hide how much they are shaking.

Satoru expects Suguru to get up and leave, or maybe laugh and tell Satoru that he’s damn right about everything he just said so it makes him freeze completely when Suguru pulls him into a hug.

“You’re still Satoru,” Suguru whispers and he almost sounds as if he’s going to cry, which can’t be right.

“I’m not though,” Satoru argues, even though he isn’t even sure why. He doesn’t want Suguru to turn away from him, but he can’t seem to stop talking. “I’m powerless which makes me nothing at all.”

“You’re wrong. It might be true for Gojo, greatest sorcerer alive, but you’re not that, are you? At least not only. You’re also Satoru, awkward teenage boy who I hold very dear to my heart. I care about you, Satoru, not about what you can do or how you look. That’s not who you are to me, don’t you know that?”

It doesn’t make sense what Suguru is saying to him, so Satoru stays quiet. It’s not as if he knows what to say to that anyway.

“Satoru,” Suguru says as he pulls away and Satoru can only blink in confusion when he cups Satoru’s cheeks in his hands. “You are my Satoru. I don’t care about your powers, I care about the person behind that. And that is still the same, isn’t it?”

“But I’m not—why would you? My powers are gone and you said it yourself, not even my looks can make up for it if I don’t keep my mouth shut but like that I have nothing going for me. Why would you even still be here?”

It’s not what he wants to say, because there is no universe out there where Satoru wants to point out his own flaws to Suguru, but he can’t help himself.

This entire situation doesn’t make any sense after all.

“I didn’t—Satoru, I didn’t mean that! I was just teasing you, fuck, I thought that was clear. You’re the most beautiful when you talk my ear off about something because you get all excited then and that makes you radiant. I never want you to shut up.”

There’s no hint of a lie on Suguru’s face and he isn’t the type for deceiving Satoru in that way anyway but it’s still hard for Satoru to believe.

“I’m only good for my techniques,” he whispers again. “If I can’t use them, then I have to be beautiful. Those are the only two things I have.”

“I fucking despise your family, just letting you know that,” Suguru seethes out and it almost makes Satoru laugh. “Here’s what I know about what makes my Satoru himself: he loves Digimon, he is the most unpunctual person in the world, he lives off sweets more than anything else, he hates zaru soba but goes to eat it anyway because I love it, he holds my hair when I have to throw up after swallowing a curse, he gets headaches after using his Six Eyes for too long and he loves it when I play with his hair. Did any of that change after you lost your powers?”

Satoru can only blink at him so Suguru carefully shakes him.

“Did any of that change, Satoru?” he demands to know again and Satoru finally manages to shake his head.

“No.”

“Then nothing you just said makes any sense because my Satoru is still right here,” Suguru tells him, the utmost conviction in his voice and to Satoru’s embarrassment he can feel tears spring to his eyes.

“I’m yours?” he breathes out because despite what Suguru just said that comes as a surprise to him.

He never dared to hope for that but the way Suguru’s cheeks go slightly red he might get lucky.

“If you want to be, yes,” Suguru shakily replies. “I always wanted you to be mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” Suguru simply says as if that isn’t turning Satoru’s entire world on its head and Satoru doesn’t think when he throws himself into Suguru’s arms.

“I do want to be yours,” he breathes out, “if you want to be mine in return.”

“Satoru, you dummy,” Suguru says and lightly scratches at Satoru’s neck, effectively making him melt into his embrace. “Of course I want to be. I thought my entire speech made that more than obvious.”

“You really don’t mind that I’m—like this?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, because to me you’re the same as you’ve always been,” Suguru gives back and Satoru presses his face into Suguru’s shoulder. “Besides,” Suguru then softly adds. “It’s only temporary. You’ll be back to being your regular powerhouse in no time and then I’ll be left wondering what you want with me.”

“I don’t care about how strong you are,” Satoru says and he knows he stepped into Suguru’s trap the moment the words leave his mouth.

“Then why would I care how strong you are?” he shoots right back and Satoru allows himself a small smile.

“No clue,” he admits and Suguru presses a kiss to his head.

“Exactly.”

It makes Satoru laugh because Suguru sounds so done but for once Satoru knows that it’s not because Suguru is done with him.

“Is that movie still on the table?” he dares to ask after a moment and Suguru sighs.

“If you promise to keep your inane chatter up during it then yes. Otherwise, we’ll have to have another serious talk.”

“I can chatter away, no problem,” Satoru quickly replies and he goes warm all over when he realises that Suguru was annoyed by the fact that he kept quiet before.

“Then we’ll be perfect,” Suguru says and Satoru dares to believe him.

[not-goldy]

Goldy, this is the most stupid and speculative question you’ll ever receive so feel free to ignore of course. About committed and long term relationships (so Jikook’s one as well), do you believe or see a ‘forever’? Is that something rare or just an optimistic illusion? Based on your experience in life, what’s your idea on growing and getting old together with someone you loved your whole life?

Okay let's get one thing straight, what makes a relationship last is commitment more so than love or anything.

Two people can agree to make a bad relationship last forever while two well suited people can agree to end a good relationship even before it's began.

Commitment plays a central role in long term relationships. From a psychological or even socio-cultural perspective, men approach relationships differently than women.

Women (most straight women) put their emotional well-being at the forefront of their relationships while men (especially straight men) put their ego at the forefront of their relationships.

And yet when two people meet these are not the things they consider at all. They focus on chemistry, butterflies, their dysfunction and childhood wounds- it took me a while to notice this in myself but I only say yes to the person who treats me "right" or the one who treats me the way I wish I had been treated in previous relationships. The one who calls consistently, the one who pursues me, gives me clarity, cheeks in with me always etc the one who caters to the emotional needs that were neglected.

Men also look for the woman who's hot, who wants to fuck them, gives him access to her body, who won't make a big deal when he forgets to call- they rarely consider their ego needs such as whether their friends will respect him for choosing her, whether she will respect him, let him lead and not parent him, be a house wife, always look good and in shape etc. Men only consider these when they start considering long terms.

A woman's long term assessment usually is whether or not they have strong feelings 😵 but some (few) also consider important factors like whether the man is a provider, can provide for children, is emotionally intelligent, someone they can respect especially someone whose decisions they can respect and follow , someone who makes them feel safe and protected- which I advise are things every straight gyal should consider when choosing a man.

Thus, while women want care and love and nurturing the most in relationships, men want their ego needs met- respect, loyalty and commitment to meet their sexual needs. Every other thing is secondary.

Most women married to men aren't really happy in their relationships because men don't cater to women's emotions.

I mean how can they when they think emotion is a sign of weakness? If they believe femininity is also a weakness then any "feminine" activity like nurturing and caring would equally bruise their ego if they should they indulge in that. And stooping so low as to nurture a weak thing like a woman is even worse for their ego🥴

Most women in long term relationships with men aren't happy they are resigned. They stay only for the kids, health reasons, finances, and a myriad other reasons- and that's commitment not love. They are not staying because the relationship is fulfilling they staying because they are committed to the relationship.

Just because people stay together for a very very long time or till one party does don't mean they love eachother and isn't a sign of love but evidence of commitment. You don't need love to stay with someone forever, you only need commitment to stay with them.

So to answer your question, yes there is such a thing as forever and it is contingent on the parties level of commitment.

Commitment however is a social programming and can be predicted with near certainty depending on the sex and gender of the parties and how they have been socialized.

For instance, most men have a fair understanding of this principle commitment more so than most women in a patriarchal setting.

Most men in conservative environments are raised to develop strong a sense of commitment- through toxic masculinty of course. oh that hurts? Well keep going buddy, men don't cry, No pain no gain. Suck it up. Those sort of ideals instill in men a sense of commitment but not necessarily a sense of commitment to women because men are not programed to be loyal to women.

Thus, a straight man in bad relationship with a woman will stay as long as he sees a gain in staying. The gain could be a temporary gain or a future gain. Temporary gain is if they are broke, not in good health, feel they can't find another partner or are working towards achieving a goal and needs to use you till he gets there. So they will tolerate you in the interim because in their minds it's temporary pain for a future gain- the gain being leaving your ass one day and satisfying their ego🤣

Women are not taught commitment in a patriarchal environment in the same sense- we are told are expected to be the weak Damsels in distress, expected to let someone else do the heavy work cos we can't break a nail🙄

we expect to be saved and are expected not to tolerate discomfort or uncomfortable feelings - except if those feelings are caused by a boy because society wants to ingrain loyalty to men in women🤡

Yall thank God for feminism😌

The effect is that, a man can stay with you, not love you and treat you like shit yet still not leave you because he is committed to the relationship but if you bruise their ego or treat them like shit they will dump you in a heartbeat because men are also not programed to be loyal to women in particular.

And a woman won't tolerate bad treatment in every other social setting but will stay with a dusty crusty man that treats her like shit.

Yall people of the patriarchy don't make sense😩

So depending on the sex we are talking about- gay men (especially bottoms) are less likely to stay longer in a bad relationship than gay women and gay women are less likely to stay in a bad relationship than straight women.

Straight men and straight women stay in bad relationships the longest especially when it's with eachother.

Forever is a complex phenomenon, has nothing to do with feelings and social factors can impact the concept.

If you want to be forever with someone find someone who shares the same values especially values commitment with you and fall in love with them. don't love someone and then hope they value the things you value like commitment.

That's gambling.

But forever is possible if you put your mind to it

[justabigassnerd]

Remembering

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,172

Warnings - violence, child endangerment, guns, angst, protective Ethan and co.

Summary - an unexpected attack causes Ethan to remember a memory from years ago

A/N - Lil' Hunt is about 8 yrs old in this. hey y'all! sorry it's taken me so long to come out with a new fic, my motivation is major league fluctuating but I'm trying to overcome it. I won't ramble so as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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In between missions, Ethan did his best to make the most of the time he had with you. He was aware of how busy he could get when he was doing missions and he never wanted you to feel like he was ignoring you so when he could he and the team would take you out for the day.

Ethan figured today was as good a day as any. The weather was lovely in Philadelphia and the city was lively and waiting to be explored. With the lack of suspicious activity, Ethan felt safe enough to bring you out with him. He made sure to bring a couple of items should anything happen but that was just to calm his anxious mind. He, Benji, and Luther had thoroughly checked the area for suspicious activities before even considering going out in public with you.

“Come on y/n.” Ethan says with a smile, arm extended and hand open as you bound towards him, grabbing his hand in your smaller one, following Ethan out the door with Benji and Luther following behind.

“Where are we going?” You ask, looking up at your dad curiously as he smiles down at you.

“We’re going to have a day out. All four of us. Just make sure at least one of us can see you at all times, so no running off, okay?” Ethan says, stopping just in front of the door that led to the streets, looking down at you as you nod at his words.

“Okay, daddy.” You say, smiling up at him as he nods, opening the door and the four of you step out onto the streets, making your way to the bustling city centre. You stay sandwiched between your dad and Luther with Benji walking just behind to keep an eye out.

As the four of you walk through the city, you take in the sights and look in various shop windows as you pass them. The four of you decided to get ice cream and sit in the nearby park to enjoy the beautiful weather and to enjoy each other’s company for a while.

When you all finish your ice creams, you continue to walk through the park before exiting on the opposite side you entered and as you do, a few people run past you, almost knocking you off your feet as Luther rests his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“What’s going on?” Benji enquires, noticing more people rushing past, each person wearing a terrified expression. Benji and Luther look over to Ethan whose hand drifts to his hidden gun holster.

“Take y/n and get back to the safe house.” Ethan’s words were low and muttered but Benji and Luther heard him.

“No daddy!” You exclaim, gripping Ethan’s arm as he turns around and faces you, placing a hand on your shoulders and ducking down to be more at your eye level as he smiles softly.

“Have I ever not come back? Stay with Benji and Luther. I’ll be back before you know it.” Ethan says gently before glancing up at Benji and Luther who nod at Ethan as he straightens up and releases the light grip he had on your shoulders.

“Come on, y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” Luther says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and ushering you away from the chaos along with Benji and rushing you back to the safe house. You do your best to hold in your tears as you are taken back to the safe house but the moment, you’re in the building some tears escape from their ducts.

“Your dad is going to be fine, y/n/n. Let’s try and do something to take your mind off everything, shall we?” Benji says, crouching down to be at your level and offering you a hug that you accept, burying your face in his shoulder as he comforts you.

“Why don’t we find something to watch? Or you could read a book?” Luther offers as you hesitantly let go of Benji, wiggling out of his grasp and crossing to the table, sitting on the chair closest to the door and watching the door intently.

“I wanna wait for daddy.” You insist, eyes fixed on the door as Benji and Luther exchange a look before getting up and crossing to the table, each of them taking a seat near you.

“We don’t know how long it’ll be until your dad gets back. We can find something to do until he gets back.” Benji says apologetically, doing his best to approach the situation with gentleness.

“I’ll wait.” You say in response, folding your arms across your chest and settling back in the wooden chair as if it were the comfiest thing in the world.

“There’s got to be something to do that can pass the time. Like reading?” Luther offers once more, sending a subtle glance Benji’s way which has him instantly on his feet, rushing to what was your room and grabbing what he knew was your favourite book, as well as grabbing some colouring books and pencils for good measure. When Benji returns to the room, you glance his way, noticing the books and pencils before turning your attention back to the door.

“I haven’t coloured since I was five, Benji.” You grumble, arms still folded over your chest. You weren’t exactly lying. Benji knew if he flipped open the book right now there would only be about one and a half drawings coloured in with scribbles that were obvious to anyone that you were trying to stay in between the lines but some of the colours breached past the lines and sat among the other colours you used.

“Well, maybe I wanted to colour. Apparently, it’s good for stress and your dad personally makes sure my stress levels are through the roof.” Benji says, a mock serious tone to his voice as he flips the book open, grabbing a colouring pencil and beginning to colour the giant cartoon cat that sat on the page. You exchanged a look with Luther, giggling lightly when Luther shrugs with a light roll of his eyes. Luther then reached out for the book that Benji had placed down on the middle of the table and flipped it open, finding the bookmark roughly at the halfway point.

“How many times have you read this book, huh?” Luther muses as he holds the book out towards you, watching as you hesitantly take the book and flip it over in your hands, eyes skimming over the blurb.

“A few… it’s my favourite.” You mumble, finger brushing along the back of the book before flipping it open and finding where you left off. The room falls silent, the only sounds being the turn of pages and Benji continuing to colour. Both Benji and Luther, while satisfied you were focusing on something other than staring at the door, didn’t miss how your gaze occasionally flicked to the door, hoping for your dad to come bursting through the door.

About an hour later, you had finished the book and Benji had abandoned his colouring, Ethan burst through the door and all eyes flew in the direction of the door.

“Daddy!” You exclaim happily, jumping off the chair and darting into Ethan’s arms where he smoothly caught you before you collided into his chest with too much ferocity. Benji and Luther watched the exchange as they stepped closer, muttering one of the IMF codes to Ethan and backing down with smiles when he responded appropriately, still holding you tightly. Both Benji and Luther could tell that whatever Ethan had just been through had shaken him. He was holding you tight and trying to regain control of his shuddering breaths.

You spent the rest of the day glued to Ethan’s side. When he had eased himself down on the sofa after Luther questioned him about any injuries, you got up on the sofa with him and curled into his side, resting your head on his chest, and clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Ethan, of course, was more than happy to let you cling to him needing the comfort of you in his arms as much as you did.

When the sun began to go down and it grew closer to your bedtime, Ethan quietly told you to go and get ready for bed before he would stargaze with you for a bit. As you rushed off into your room to get changed, Benji and Luther turned to Ethan.

“Ethan, is everything okay?” Benji asks softly, watching as Ethan looks at them and shakes his head lightly.

“I’ll tell you when y/n is in bed.” He mutters in response, immediately painting a smile on his face when you come back into the room, now in pyjamas and ready to go stargazing with your dad. Benji and Luther wait patiently as Ethan takes you out onto the balcony and stargazes with you for about ten minutes before taking you to your room for you to go to bed as the two men call a goodnight over to you as you head into your room. When Ethan returns, he sits down at the table and is joined by Benji and Luther who eye him carefully.

“How was it? What happened?” Luther asks, worry evident in his voice for his friend. Neither he nor Benji knew what had transpired while Ethan was gone since they had no way to communicate.

“There was this group of people, I have no idea who they were, but they were trying to cause a lot of damage. And…”

“And what Ethan?” Benji presses, wincing when Luther kicks him underneath the table. Benji hadn’t meant to sound pushy at all, he was just worried for his friend and his words came out wrong.

“There was a kid all alone… caught in the crossfire and it reminded me of y/n.” Ethan says, eyes fixed on the book you had abandoned on the table the moment he walked through the door.

“Tell us everything.” Luther softly urges as Ethan nods before launching into the story.

Chaos was surrounding Ethan. People were running left and right, screaming and shoving others aside. Ethan was doing his best to direct people to safety and find what or who they were running from. The closer he got to the cause the fewer people there were which Ethan took as a good sign. He was able to take out a couple of men who pulled their guns on him, neutralising them and getting closer to the cause.

All of a sudden, bullets started flying Ethan’s way and he was quick to dive behind cover, keeping his head low and listening out for people in the silence while the gunners were evidently reloading. As Ethan raised his head to look out for any of the armed strangers, he caught sight of a young boy, no older than ten, sat almost slap bang in the middle of everything, hands over his ears as he cowered in place.

Seeing that young boy brought back the memory of seeing you as a baby, abandoned in the middle of a shootout. Your fate left entirely up to the people in the room with you. Seeing that boy made Ethan’s jaw tense, angered that someone else potentially abandoned their own child to save their own skin.

In the seconds Ethan had, he rushed to the young boy, immediately grabbing him in his arms and pulling him back behind cover, promising the boy he wasn’t going to hurt him as he placed him down on the ground.

“You need to get out of here, kid. I can buy you time so when I tell you to, you run. Run home or wherever is safe. You got that?” Ethan instructs, ducking his head at another wave of gunfire, watching as the boy nods his head hurriedly.

“Good. Now go!” Ethan says, taking the opportunity to return fire in the direction of the unknown assailants. He was aware of the boy scrambling to his feet and booking it, but he couldn’t risk looking back so he had to trust that the boy made it somewhere safe.

“Oh wow… Ethan that’s…” Benji tries to say, trying to make sense of everything.

“You got that boy to safety. He’s safe because of you, Ethan. The same way y/n is.” Luther says softly, smiling gently at his friend who lifts his gaze to meet his.

“I just haven’t thought about that day in a while.” Ethan mutters, gaze dropping back down.

“I know it must be hard to be reminded of that day. But like Luther said, both y/n and that boy are safe because of you. You saved them both. And we all know that you won’t let anything happen to y/n.” Benji says, agreeing with Luther as Ethan nods lightly.

They were right. He had saved you all those years ago. And he was going to protect you until his dying day and beyond.