#not 100% convinced of this brush yet though

[platinumink]

Headcanon Vol.2: Odysseus had unruly hair in his youth but grew out of it but Telemachus now has to deal with it and Ody helps his son and it all ends in a beautiful hurt/comfort moment

Not as good as my other headcanons for this fandom but I really do think about situations where Telemachus is just struggling to tidy his hair which is just going crazy all of the time and is about to give up when Odysseus strolls into the bathing area and notices his sons struggles.

Not wanting to embarrass him any further after the whole clothes stealing shenanigans, he simply nods in hello and does his thing with cleaning himself. When he's done, he notices that Telemachus is still not any closer to figuring out his hair so he comes over and mentions how he also had impossible-to-deal-with hair and age and growing it out (the added weight) helped with it's upkeep but he did have some tricks he learned to aid the issue.

So he tells his son about it who becomes completely enraptured in the story, not wanting to miss a single word his dad tells him. Telemachus asks for tips and Ody asks if it would be okay to show him and his son agrees.

Ody spends the next hour ir so explaining hair care for curly hair to his son, going over herb tinctures and oils he can use to make his hair submit to his will without damaging it as well as special brushes and movements that help with detangling and finally braids that help with the right curl forming overnight. It becomes a whole thing with them and even though Telemachus gets the hang of it very quickly, he keeps on asking his dad to do it for him and Ody is bever going to decline because quality time with his dearly missed son is everything to him.

So during their hair care moments, they talk about each others days, what they were going to do the day after and eventually, Ody feels confortable enough to confide in his son as well about his Odyssey (hehe) and they things he went through and had to do and Telemachus is then there for him, reassuring him and comforting him as well.

Eventually Telemachus does his dads hair as well so they can spend even more time together.

Penelope does know about this because of course Ody had to tell her all about how much he loves his son and how much he enjoys their new father son bonding moments, but one day, when she enters the bathing area earlier than usual, she sees the two of them and observes their little time together. She does not intervene because while she also loves her son deeply, she will allow her husband to have this time for himself to catch up on all of the lost time.

I also imagine their time together always ends with them touching foreheads (because I am a sucker for those between parents and their kids), hugging and Ody kissing his sons hair. They then always leave the baths together before Telemachus artives at his room first where they hug again and wish each other a restful night and then Ody leaves fir his own room and lies down beside his wife, talks with her just as long about their days and then they fall asleep in each others arms thoigh Odys head is 100% on Penelopes chest to hear her heartbeat because he has still trauma from Calypsos bullshit and needs it to convince himself that he is home.

He then sleeps, thinking about his family.

And now i've brough myself to tears yet again. 😭🩵

Also if anyone wants to write or draw something with this, you of course have my full permission. Just tag me please, I want to say thank you and admire your work 😭🙏🏻🩵

[sondersil]

this was supposed to be something else entirely. now it's my evil alter ego, Eden Reed. what a dick. wish i had his hair.

[merlucide]

VENOMOUS KISS

Notes: ajnsjsja haven’t had a request in a while! :) I like never write angst so I hopes it’s okay! ^^ I thinks it’s pretty alright! :D [Requested!]

parings: Oliver Aiku x (Implied F!)Reader

word-count: 0.9k

warnings: cheating, implications of sex (not explicit), angst with no comfort

One drop of venom from the Inland Taipan could kill over 100 fully-grown humans.

One kiss from Oliver Aiku could kill hundreds of faithful hearts.

You loved him.

With everything you were you loved him—wildly, recklessly, as though your love could somehow fix him. That’s how you saw it, anyways.

You had heard the rumors, whispers that clung to the edges of his name like shadows. How he went to one relationship to the next, always leaving when he got bored, but you turned a blind eye. After all, he told you he’s changed, he would never do anything to hurt you— You knew that. He said he loved you.

Yet when the breathless, binding, chokehold of lust came around, he was a slave to his needs. Desperation consumed him as he touched and tasted her—tongue tracing dominance into her skin, hands finding their way to the curve of her sides, claiming what was never his to keep. And hours later, as if it were nothing, he’d slither behind you, his skillful hands— the ones lifted her shirt above her arms— graze just above your stomach, head curling into your neck, and kissing you just where he left his bite on her.

He was a ‘go with the flow’ type of man, never taking things too seriously, always down for a good time. The kind who danced through life with the grace of a predator, pretending he didn’t know the heartbreak left in his wake.

Your friend warned you when you started seeing Oliver, saying how it’s not wise to be with someone like him, he’s just going to hurt you. You just simply brushed them off, they couldn’t understand what you and Oli had? How could they?— what you two had was special, truly special! He’d shower you wish sweet promises of his unconditional and undying love with you in his arms underneath the covers. The steady breathing of his lying heart absolutely consumed you entirely. He was just perfect.

But the cracks in your perfect illusion began to form, didn’t they? Subtle at first- just a faint whisper in the back of your mind, a warning you refused to heed. You told yourself they were wrong. Your friends, the rumors, even that voice inside you—none of them knew him like you did. They couldn’t possibly understand.

After all, how could someone who held you so tenderly, who promised you forever with a voice that felt like silk, be anything but genuine? How could the man who kissed away your fears and called you his world be the same one capable of breaking it?

But the truth, like poison, doesn’t stay hidden for long.

He was a venom.

A toxin disguised as love, poisoning you so sweetly you hardly noticed until it was too late. Every whisper, every kiss, every look, was given to another before and after you.

Every glance you caught him stealing at someone else, every lingering touch he gave that wasn’t meant for you—it burned. It chipped away at the fragile hope you clung to, the belief that he could be the man he swore he was. But you stayed. Because love, for all its beauty, is also blind. And in the darkness, you told yourself you could handle the sting. That maybe you could change him.

But Oliver wasn’t a man you could tame. He was a predator. And you were the prey who thought the serpent wouldn’t bite.

The truth unraveled itself on a night that felt too quiet, the air heavy and suffocating, like the world was holding its breath. You weren’t looking for it—not really. You had convinced yourself there was nothing to find. But the faint whisper of doubt had grown louder, coiling tighter around your chest until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You stepped into the room, the creak of the door breaking the silence. You continued down the hall to your shared bedroom. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. That your worst fears hadn’t just materialized right in front of you.

But they had.

Your breath caught, the venom in your veins freezing you in place. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, as the weight of it all crashed down. The whispers you’d ignored, the glances you’d justified, the nights he’d come home late—it all led to this.

He was in your shared bed, with another woman.

Your heart shattered, the pieces falling faster than you could catch them. Without thinking, you turned and ran. The sound of the door slamming behind you echoed through the apartment.

That’s when he realized he was caught.

His head was frazzled. the adrenaline all ready higher than the roof—only rises when he looks back at her, whose face was questioning him desperately— angry and pleading that it was not what she thought it was. He left her behind, frantically pulling on his pants and rushing out the door, chasing after you

His voice calls your name, desperate and urgent, his footsteps frantically pounding against the floor. You don’t respond.

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Bursting out of the apartment building, the cold night air hit you like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to steady your trembling hands. Your lungs burned as you ran into the quiet streets, the sound of his voice still chasing you, louder now.

Paralyzing, excruciating, and burning.

The venom had been there all along, coiling quietly inside you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, as the cold night swallowed you whole, you felt it take hold. It wasn’t the kind of poison that killed quickly. No—this was slower, crueler, seeping into every corner of your being until there was nothing left untouched.

You didn’t need his touch to feel the bite anymore. The venom had already spread, coursing through your veins, ripping apart every last bit of you.

It didn’t just sting—it suffocated you, until there was nothing left but the poison of your love.

ajswqjsjsa lowkey rushed but was fun to write :3

made December 13th 2024

[snixkers]

Einstein's Theory of Relativity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Content Warnings: Large dog, mention of rabies, allusion to cheating, slight suggestive content, kissing

Summary: Spencer comes home to find you in a compromising position.

Author's Note: Decided to post a drabble I've had for a while, enjoy!!!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

Usually, I was greeted by her face as soon as I got home, rushing to the door and enveloping me in a warm hug that smelled of citrus and comfort. But today, I set down my things and looked around at an empty apartment. Even though it was illogical, my first thought was to panic.

Did she leave? I knew I worked unpredictable hours and was hardly ever there, but I always tried to make it up as best I could. Maybe she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and left. Then my mind slipped into darker territory, worries I buried in the back of my mind and refused to let out.

What if it wasn’t of her own volition? The BAU was no stranger to targeted attacks, especially on their loved ones. I kept a tight grip on my service weapon as I crept through the house, using my training to carefully clear each room.

Finally, I reached the bathroom, where slivers of light were peeking through the door. I sighed in relief, putting away my things when a noise caught my attention.

She clearly was not alone in that bathroom, and she sounded out of breath as she splashed with the other person in the bath. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I immediately assumed the worst. I opened the door quickly, stepping inside and-

I stared in surprise at the sight of her wrestling with a large rottweiler, her t-shirt left soaked from an unsuccessful attempt at a bath. She turned around to face me, offering an apologetic smile. “Welcome home?”

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what she had done.

“Where did you get it?”

She rolled her eyes at me, brushing off his concerns as if the 100-lb dog sitting in the tub was just a guinea pig.

“It is a he, and he was wandering the neighborhood. I wanted to take him home and clean him up.”

“You can’t just take dogs off the street. Up to 99% of rabies cases are from domestic dogs.”

She grinned, ready to dismiss my concern with a counterargument as soon as the words left my mouth.

“He didn’t have a collar, so I took him to the vet. He’s not sick, but he’s not chipped either, which means he’s ours to keep.”

I narrowed my eyes, not ready to give up quite yet.

“Well, where are we going to put him? Who will watch him? I’m halfway across the country most of the week.”

She stood up, crossing her arms proudly at how much effort she had put into this.

“Our apartment is big enough, and pets are allowed. I work from home most days, so I can take care of him just fine.”

I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I tried to convince her that this wasn’t the great idea she thought it was, but every time I came up short. Despite trying to be rational, something about the dog made me want to just hold him close.

She sighed, pouting softly and standing up to move closer to him. “I just need a week to prove it to you. He’s the cutest little thing. Please?”

I stared down at her, my resolve crumbling as she stuck her lip out slightly.

“Fine, we’ll see how this goes.”

She broke into a huge smile, wrapping her arms around me gratefully. I pulled her closer, trying to take in as much of this moment as possible. I stepped back a few seconds later, squinting my eyes at the dog in the bath.

“What’s his name?”

She grinned, clearly pretty pleased with her idea.

“I was thinking of Einstein.”

[fanon-elio]

Hi, thank you for answering my question.

As for begin late it's completely alright, we all humans and we have things to do with IRL stuff so you have nothing to be worried about, take as much time as you need and please don't push yourself 🫶

As for my request i want to request platonic HC or one-shot (choose which do you want) about Lycaon and teenage daughter reader (wolf therin like her dad).

Plot: the father and daughter are having a personality like "Ozzy & heather" from the movie "Over the headge" where Lycaon is doing things and take his job as an attendant pretty seriously and Reader is SO DONE with him. They're the comical duo in the Victorian housekeeping 🤭

It's like the "camellia golden week" where Lycaon felt embarrassed about missing one word when he tried to lip-reading 🤭 if reader was there she would be like "seriously dad? It's just one word, come on don't be dramatic!!"

But deep down she loves her silly dad and admire him.

Am so sorry for the long request, and if you feel you can't or don't want to write it then it's completely okay, have a great day!✨

Thank you so much for your understanding!

I did combine a bit of headcanons, and a bit of one shot. I hope I did your vision justice.

•°○Headcanons about Lycaon with his Daughter reader○°•

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

First and foremost. You and him literally look so alike, it's almost uncanny. People look at you two and instantly know "oh yeah. These two are related." Everything from the fluffy ears and tail, down to the Black highlights. You look like a miniature version of him.

Both of your daily schedule is perfectly planned. Both of you drag yourselfs out of bed get up in the morning, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, and get ready to go to school/work.

Also the way both of you boop noses as a way to say goodbye is just so.. *repeadetly slamms hand on desk in delight*

Lycaon strikes me as a strict, but loving father. He is very patient with you, and would only raise his voice at you if you really fucked up. Less out of Anger or dissapointment, and more out of concern for you. And yet he'd make sure to always tell you that he loved you regardless because he doesn't want neither of you to go to bed with negative vibes.

Even though he does expect certain standards from you, he also knows not to 'clip a flower before it can bloom.' He gives you the room you need to find yourself, instead of smothering you with his expectations.

He's 100% the type of dad who'll sit you down after finding out about a bad grade, and ask you if something was wrong, if something is bothering you, or if you need help with anything.

So he helps you study for exams, and you help him out with the business over summer break, and only over summer break. It's something he never understood about Ellen and Corin, as to why both of them would choose to work in their leisure time despite already having to juggle school.

Speaking of Victoria housekeeping. You definetly get along with all of his Coworkers. You and Ellen are besties, all the while you take on some sort of big sister role for Corin. Rina and You are menaces and no one can convince me otherwise. "Everyone, please be on your best behaviour" Your dad says, mainly looking at You, Ellen and Rina.

You are definetly not as organized as your dad, let's get that right. You're the silly one who lightens the mood and cracks jokes. But remembering which fork is for what, and what cuttlery goes where? Those are facts that your long term memory chooses to reject no matter how many times your father reminds you "y/n, how many times have I told you-" yaddah yaddah.

Despite that you still very much look up to your dad, you think he's cool and a badass! Even though he can be awfully corny, and a total overthinker sometimes. Especially when he thinks that he had once again embarassed himself in some way.

Lycaon takes a sip from his tea, a frown on his face that is clear for everyone to see. "What's happened to you?" You ask him, and he exhales a short sigh "earlier I've embarassed myself while I was on a meeting with Master Proxy about Hollow C41" he tells you, and you questioningly raised your eyebrows

"So I've decieded to take Lip reading classes every two weeks from now on" he tells you, which made you choke on your tea "Dad, there is no need to do all that" you say through caughs.

He putts his cup down, a questioning look on his face "you think so?" He asks, and you give him a thumbs up in agreement "Lip reading classes seem... awfully out there you know?" He nodds

"however, I feel like Sign language courses would be much more beneficial don't you agree?"

Just like your father, your own fur is also always perfectly groomed. Grooming eachother is something normal yet intimate for thirens, it is reserved exclusively for family. A lot of the times you help eachother to keep eachothers fur spotless.

The bristles of the brush in Lycaon's hand carefully run through the fur of your tail.

You yourself were enjoying the sensation when a chuckle caught your attention "Oh father dearest, won't you share with your daughter what's so funny?" You ask, Lycaon playfully rolled his eyes "certainly, shakespear.

I just thought how funny it is how much you enjoy me brushing you even though you dreaded it when you were younger" he says, a small giggle coming from you "hmmm sorry, I don't recall that" you tell him "the bite marks on my hand sure do" he retords "oh come on, that was cobbing!" You defend, making him chuckle again "last time I checked, cobbing doesn't draw blood."

A small silence settles between you two, as you cross your arms in front of your chest, and sigh "fine, point taken."

Lycaon has a few rules that are never to be broken. You jokingly call them his 'Ten commandments.' From the run of the mill stuff like: No Alcohol, Drugs, gambling or skipping school, other rules include:

Always staying in contact with him

Under no circumstances going in hollows!

Asking before taking his car (only if you have a license ofc)

Carrying pepper spray when going outside

Not getting in a car with strangers

And last but not least: Stay away from boys (added note with: "I'm serious Y/n" behind it)

Lycaon tries not to be a helicopter parent, but you are his little girl, and nothing will ever change that. It's very well described with: "I'm not your little girl anymore, look at me, I'm practically an Adult" while all he sees is you as a small child still carrying your stuffed animals around with you wherever you went.

Sometimes he fears you'll feel ashamed for him, with him being an amputee and all. But you always make sure to reassure him about his insecurities, telling him he's the best dad ever, and it never fails to ease his nerves.

Lycaon doesn't force you to do anything you don't like. He has no issue if you don't want to take over the family business, he wants you to find something that you can pour your heart and soul into. However, the only thing he did force you to take were self defense classes.

In reality he dreads the idea of his past catching up with him, with you ending up in the crossfire. It's what robbs him of his sleep sometimes. But rest assured your dad will 1000% commit murder for you if he has to.

Other things both of you have in common include:

1. Both of you hate the dentist, and syringes. (No seriously, ya'll hate them.)

2. Both of you drink your tea the exact same way.

3. Both of you like the same snacks, so it's always a fight to get some before the other.

4. You watch your netflix series with him, and funnily enough, he get's very invested in them.

Both of you made the mistake of watching Riverdale once, and it turned into a running gag amongst you.

Whenever one of you had a weird day you'd say "Today was a Riverdale kinda day."

Over all: Lycaon is definetly a great dad, and would set heaven and hell into motion for you.

•°○°•°○°Bonus•°○°•°○°•

You nervously tap your foot on the ground, your ears flicked as the surrounding silence was only broken by the tooting sound of your phone.

"Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up" you say quietly, and glance at your watch. "Yes? Y/n?" The voice of your father came from the phone, and your ears perked up

"Heeeeey! I love you soooo much, can I have 2500 dennies?" You ask quietly, Lycaon falling silent on the other side of the line "what..? No. What do you need 2500 dennies for?" He asked clearly confused "oh you know, for an escape room?" You tell him, the line once again growing silent, and for a moment you feared he had hung up on you.

"You're joking right? What kind of escape room costs 2500 dennies?" He asked, and you press your ears flat to your head "uhm.... jail...." you speak, you swallowed thickly while you felt you heart drumming in your chest.

"Dad?" You ask, trying to get an answer from him "daddy? Papa?" But the only respons you get is a loud sigh "I'll be there in 10, dumbass" he replies before hanging up.

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I hope you enjoyed!

I once again want to thank you all for your patience, I have to work a lot of overtime currently.

But soon enough I'll be able to upload in a timely manner again.

-Elio

[sheerluxk]

𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 | hajime kashimo x f!reader

synopsis: you’re a recently graduated jujutsu high sorcerer with a hint of gojo satoru’s charm and confidence in your personality, trying to hunt down kashimo over his 100 points, but you end up getting your ass whooped, until you decide to pull up your domain as a last resort.

warnings: slight mention of bruises and blood; organ puncture?; kashimo being rude, but cute; violent thoughts that include drowning and impaling; mentions of sukuna; mentions of gojo; hint of jealousy; reader has an air-based cursed technique cuz she’s an airhead

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Who knew that the Culling game was going to be this dynamic? Kenjaku, obviously.

“Got any last words, girl?” the spiky-haired male covered in all white taunted, holding out his nyoi staff towards your beaten up form, as you were currently sitting on your ass, covered in bruises and bloodied up.

Even a little zapped, as he continuously sent charged electricity attacks your way, until you lost count of the times you tried to redirect them by manipulating the air molecules around you. You slipped up once and he took advantage of your opening, absolutely throwing a combo of lightning bolts your way.

You’re pretty sure your hair was standing up like Megumi’s at this point. You didn’t look cute, like him, though.

And yet, before all this unfolded, you had somehow convinced Panda and Hakari to let you negotiate with the other player currently in possession of the 100 points, other than Hiromi Higuruma, who was Yuji’s personal endeavor. That player being Hajime Kashimo, the Thunder God, self proclaimed or not. As the battle progressed, you were nonstop eating shit and Kashimo was feeding it to you.

Needless to say any further, you got yourself in a pretty messy situation.

“Argh, what a pain…” you groaned as you felt your nose getting stuffy from all the blood currently clogging it. Using reverse cursed technique would exhaust you too much, as you only had one chance to turn this fight around.

And perhaps show off a bit. You were Gojo-sensei’s recently graduated and favorite student, after all. Well, one of the favorites. That top spot was either reserved for Yuta or Megumi.

Or even Yuji was a good enough candidate—

You decided it was best to shake away the slight churn of jealousy in your stomach, and focus on the flow of cursed energy coursing through your body. The current conditions of the fight coincided with your domain’s potential for success. That didn’t happen a lot, so the Kami were on your side that day.

You didn’t mind the cocky smirk the reincarnated sorcerer was sending your way, as you stood up and brushed your hand across your runny nose, leaving a trail of red across your face. For what it was worth, you’d consider yourself looking badass in that moment.

Kashimo was still looming over you, observing your every move attentively. He was essentially letting you do your thing, which convinced you that he was underestimating you, but you didn’t let that thought from stopping you to summon your domain that you’ve been working on tirelessly throughout the span of your high school years.

You cupped your wrists together in a fist with both index fingers pointing upwards,

“Domain expansion: Iron Lung”

A large, dark glass-like sphere engulfed both you and the monotone-clothed man. The vicinity of the domain was pitch dark aside from the apparition of two giant lungs, seemingly expanding and shrinking, as if they were breathing. You were nowhere in sight.

“My domain is simple,” your voice echoed around the walls of the enclosure, “It sucks up all of the oxygen in your body in 1 minute.”

Kashimo heard footsteps approach from behind. He chuckled under his breath, “I’d need less than a minute to defeat you, girl.”

He whipped his body in your direction, swinging his staff towards you, aiming directly for your head. You seemingly evaporated upon contact.

He raised his brow, his smile only growing larger,

“Oh?”

You cleared your throat, “I wasn’t done. In my domain, I myself, am just like air. The sure-hit effect doesn’t affect me, though.”

Meaning that you wouldn’t run out of oxygen. The white-haired male hummed in response, seemingly unfazed. In mere seconds he appeared to have thought of something,

“You ought to have made some pricey binding vow for that, girl,” he smirked.

He swiftly dashed towards the giant lungs, throwing his staff with a zap of imbued cursed energy, successfully puncturing the left one,

“You’ve made this all too easy for me, woman!” he taunted, laughing.

He felt as if he had found the weak spot in your domain. No, he was convinced that was it. It had to be.

Though, nothing stopped him from feeling the air around him get stuffier. About 30 seconds have passed since the domain had been active, and it wasn’t showing any signs of breaking. The punctured lung was also pulsing as normal.

He let out a whiff of annoyance. There had to be something else to your domain, and he was too stubborn not to find out.

“You’re bluffing, girl.” he mouthed, despite the air demand getting higher by the second.

“I’m not unfortunately, Kashimo-san,” you chirped as you balanced on the protruding part of Kashimo’s nyoi staff. He found the act rather disgusting. And saying his name brought weirder sets of feelings of it’s own. He hated it.

You were playing with him and he hated it.

“I made my domain extremely vulnerable to outside attacks, so that it’s basically near indestructible on the inside. Unless you have some buddy to save you,” you pretended to look at an imaginary watch, “Then, you’re pretty much done for. All shriveled up like a little raisin.” you giggled at your own association for a joke.

You had to admit in that moment that Gojo’s way of taunting his enemies was rather contagious. It was very well passed down to you at this point. You weren’t sure if this quirk was best left untreated, or completely abandoned. But you knew that you missed him. So, you had to obtain those 100 points, as your teammates and Gojo alike were relying on you.

Kashimo ignored you as he was starting to feel the lightheadedness kick in, but despite that he was still able to mouth a snarky remark, “You’re a total trash sorcerer, but I guess you still took advantage of the situation, huh?”

You could swear that he almost sounded impressed.

He couldn’t believe that he was getting outsmarted by such a weakling. Your cursed energy output was low but rather high in reserves. Average at best. It was also air based, and the attacks included flinging him up in the air, which needed some work. In terms of damage you were like a cloud, while he was lightning, obviously.

And yet, you still had the upper hand. Simple techniques were always so complicated, and he hated it.

By this time, he only had about 10 seconds left before he was out for good. He couldn’t use his trump card, as it was reserved for the King of curses, but he also couldn’t die out here like that.

Much to his dissatisfaction, he swallowed his pride, the idea of a rematch later in time softening the blow to his ego,

“Fine. The points are yours to take, girl.”

Before he took one of his last breaths, you jumped down from your little elevation, as the domain scattered like broken glass all around you.

You and Kashimo found yourselves back at the dock you two were previously fighting at. He felt the extreme urge to drown you in the body of water, but he was too focused on gasping for air, as he was supporting himself with his knees and hands. His staff hit the ground with a violent thud not long after. His intrusive thoughts of having it impale your head then and there were suppressed. After all, it’s petty to attack when you’ve already waved the white flag. He knew that.

Ironically, he did look like one giant white flag, while you looked like a walking red flag in his opinion.

You eventually walked up to him and crouched down next to his form, and shot him a grin, very reminiscent of the one belonging to the strongest sorcerer of the present era. He was too stupefied to respond to your advances at that time.

“Ah, now that you know the conditions of my domain, guess it’s best to change the binding vow, no?” you said to yourself, putting a finger to your lip.

Kashimo observed you quietly, ‘You can’t just change a binding vow to your liking, you fool.’

You watched him sit up as you two were staying still for a while, “So, you mentioned you wanted to fight Ryomen Sukuna?”

“Don’t taunt me, girl.” he growled, turning his face away from you.

His reaction earned a gasp out of you, “No, I’m not! I can help you find him, swear!” you defended.

He faced you again, as the rogue hairs of his messy buns swayed, “You really are a fool.”

You ignored his comment and got up to dust your uniform off. “You can consider me Sukuna’s senpai!” you exclaimed, pointing to your chest with your thumb.

Kashimo’s expression changed into one of pure confusion. A look that almost said “Huh?”.

Nevertheless, for what it was worth maybe keeping you around would prove fruitful. A rematch was on the way, too.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 22

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Y/N sneaks out to meet with Em.

Tags : Fluff

Y/N’s POV

The first two weeks you spent with Marshall were nothing short of heavenly. You could hardly believe it : you finally got to be with the man of your dreams. He also seemed to be as happy as you, being the amazing person he always was, but showing a romantic side on top of it. Whenever the two of you were alone together, he would be all over you. Well, to be fair, it was pretty mutual. Whether it was holding hands, hugging, cuddling or having sex, you were almost always having some form of physical contact. At least, that was the case when it was just the two of you. You had not told anyone yet. You didn’t mind most people not knowing that you were with Marshall, but you were dying to tell your roommates. However, he didn’t seem too keen on the idea. 

Can I at least tell Talia about us ? You had asked. She is my best friend and she knows everything about me...

I don’t know, babe, he had said. I mean, I get it, but you know her… If you tell her, she’ll tell Jamal and one of them might let it slip. I’d just like to enjoy the two of us for a little while, you know ? 

It sort of made sense. Talia and Jamal were your best friends but they could be too talkative for their own good, sometimes. Especially with something as big as this. You knew them enough to know that they would tease you every chance they would get and might let something slip in front of other people. Obviously, they meant no harm and to you, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you knew how Marshall was about his privacy. He had a lot of friends but was still secretive about so many things. You didn’t mind at all. Actually, aside from the disappointment of not being able to tell your bestie about the most exciting thing happening in your life, you were fine with the idea of not telling anyone you knew. If people on Marshall’s team knew about your relationship, you could already see going downhill. Paul would probably be an ogre about it, plus, he already seemed to hate you enough as it was. As for Porter, Royce and the other people at the studio, you got along with them and considered them to be good friends of yours, so you really hated the idea that they might see and treat you differently. You’d been in that situation before, dating someone from your friends group, and ended up being considered as the guy’s girlfriend, rather than a member of the group. 

There was also a hidden perk to it : no one knowing about your relationship meant it was even more exciting. You were obviously in the honeymoon phase, taking every opportunity to be close to each other, and you soon found out that sneaking around was rather exhilarating. For instance, every time you hung out at the studio, the two of you would exchange glances, brush against each other on purpose and kiss every time the others left the room. You loved it and it was extremely arousing. So much so that, when you snuck out at night to go and see Marshall, the sex was even more mind-blowing, due to the release of the tension of the day. When you went to bed, you usually waited a couple of hours to make sure that Talia and Jamal were sleeping and snuck out to see him. You’d spend the night together and he’d bring you back in the early morning, before they woke up. You weren’t sleeping too much and were starting to feel tired, but in your opinion, it was 100% worth it. 

One morning, though, you got home a bit later than usual and found Talia sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

Hey, you said. 

Where were you ? She asked with her eyebrows furrowed. 

I went out for a little walk, you replied as you tried to stay as evasive as possible. 

So early ? 

Yeah… I had a bad night, you said as you tried to sound convincing. So I decided to go for an early morning walk. What are you doing up so early ? 

I’m a bit worried for you, she said. Are you sure that breaking up with Josh was a good idea ? I mean, it’s… so sudden. 

I know, you said. But with everything that happened, I think I might need time to recover a bit, maybe focus on myself, you know ? 

Is it because of your anxiety ? She asked. 

Kind of. I have a lot going on.

I can tell, she said. But are you sure that splitting up with Josh is actually a good idea ? I mean, he loves you, he is here for you… He’s your lobster, Y/N. 

He’s not, you said softly. 

Is it because of Em ? She asked. 

Maybe, you replied. 

You didn’t want to lie to her. She was your best friend in the world and you wouldn’t want to disappoint her by lying to her face. But it also killed you because you just wanted to tell her everything about you and Marshall, how happy he made you and how he rocked your world. Also, you were sort of hoping that she would shut up about Josh. Ever since you had broken up with him, she had questioned your decision and tried to convince you to get back with him. And why wouldn’t she ? You probably would have done the same for any friend who broke up with such a good boyfriend out of the blue. The two of you chatted for a couple of minutes and you got ready for the day. 

On another occasion, she accidentally walked in on you in your underwear in the bathroom and noticed some marks on your body. As your lovemaking sessions were quite… intense, you had gotten a few bruises and scratches. Thankfully, you didn’t have hickies on your neck, but the same could not be said for your stomach, your ass or the inside of your thighs. What could you say ? It was passionate to say the least. You didn’t think much of it, but as soon as she saw the marks, she let out a horrified shriek. 

Oh my God !!! What the hell happened to you ?! She asked, completely panicked. 

Nothing, you said awkwardly, quickly grabbing something to hide your body. 

Not nothing, she replied. You have so many bruises, oh my God ! Did you get in a fight ?! 

Of course not ! You know me, I’m clumsy, that’s all ! 

At first, she seemed not to believe you, but she had to admit that it was plausible : you were the clumsiest person she knew. Whenever someone had to accidentally get hit, fall down the stairs or accidentally get a cut because they were too distracted by staring at a certain person, it had to be you. It was some sort of rule that the universe had created, apparently. It was so usual that it had become a running joke in your circle. So, eventually, she dropped it and pestered you about paying some damn attention for once, or else you’d die a stupid death. Technically, she wasn’t wrong to remind you, but if only she knew… 

The next day, you were spending the day with everyone else at Marshall’s, and you and Talia watched as the guys were playing basketball. You were supposedly here to cheer on Jamal, but you were too distracted by Marshall, who definitely looked way too good in gym clothes. Seeing him all sweaty was driving you crazy and you couldn’t wait for the next time you’d get to be alone with him. 

Quit staring at him, Talia whispered with a giggle. 

I’m not staring, you lied. 

Yeah, right… I know being single again sucks, but don’t forget that it’s Em, she said. Just because you’re not with Josh doesn’t mean you have to get back into whatever it is that was between the two of you. You’ll only end up suffering, baby. 

You think ? 

I’m sure. Plus, he’s obviously out there, getting laid by God knows who, she pointed out. 

What makes you think that ? You asked with your brows furrowed. 

He’s got a hickie and some scratches ? She said. I mean, you can see them on the back of his arms and his neck. I can’t even imagine what his back looks like. 

Oh, you said sheepishly as you realized that the two of you definitely needed to be careful, especially with Talia being so attentive to details. 

I’m sorry baby, she said as she rubbed your back. But maybe it’s better that way ? 

Maybe, you said with a yawn. 

Still tired ? 

You have no idea, you said as you tried to hide a grin. 

Hiding this from her was definitely too hard. All you wanted to do was to have a sleepover with her and some girl talk about your sex life and finally be able to brag of being the one scratching that handsome man’s back. You wished you’d get caught, but you also couldn’t be the one to give her the hints, as you didn’t want to betray Marshall’s trust. 

LATER THAT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV 

He was laying in bed with Y/N, cuddling after yet an intense physical session. Both of them were panting from exhaustion, not only from tonight but from the past weeks. They were basically running on sex, very little sleep and more sex. He was tired, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Every morning when he woke up next to her, it put the biggest smile on his face. Normally, he wouldn’t move that fast with a woman. He wouldn’t have her come over all the time, let alone sleep in his bed at night. His last girlfriend had never even seen his bedroom : that’s how guarded he was when it came to relationships. But with Y/N, it seemed right. Not that he had much of a choice anyway : whenever he was away from her, he felt like an addict on withdrawal, thinking of the next time he’d get his dose. Everything about her was intoxicating, from the longing looks she threw at him when there were other people around to her kisses to the way she whispered “I love you” right before she fell asleep in his arms. With both of their workloads, him at the studio and her at uni, they didn’t get as much time together as they wanted - or at least as he did - but he was willing to take every second he could get. Even if it was just at night with crazy logistics involved, and plans not to get caught by anyone. However, between work on the album, his activities as a producer, trying to spend time with his family and sharing his nights with her before waking up early to drive her back, it was starting to be exhausting. He could tell it was the same for her as well. Both of them looked like raccoons, with dark circles under their eyes, and all he wished for was to be able to sleep in, with her in his arms.

I love you, she whispered in a sleepy voice. 

I love you too, he chuckled. Shower and then bed ? 

How about we just stay here ? She suggested. I’m so sore… 

All the more reason, he said. Let me take care of you, baby. 

That’s right. With her he even got into aftercare. In his previous relationships, even the most successful ones, as soon as the deed was done, he usually rolled onto his side of the bed and fell asleep immediately. Not that he didn’t care about his partners, he did, but he usually put himself first. Not with Y/N. He was giving her the princess treatment and the worst part was that he secretly loved it. He had been a lousy boyfriend and husband in the past, to a lot of women, but he wanted to do so much better. Partly because now, he knew better, but also because he knew that the universe, no matter how good it was, would never provide him with someone so great. 

After a long shower and a massage, his girl had fallen asleep and he was ready to do the same when he heard the doorbell ring several times. It was 3:30 AM. He groaned and looked at Y/N, who was still asleep, by some sort of miracle. He kissed her forehead and got up as the doorbell kept on ringing. When he opened the door, he found Talia, going absolutely crazy on the doorbell. 

Talia ?! He asked in surprise. What the fuck are you doing here ?

Em, I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s an emergency, she said in a worried voice. 

Come in, he said. 

He led her to the living room, not sure what to expect. It was probably something serious. Talia never barged in unannounced, especially not in the middle of the night. 

What’s up ? He asked. Everything alright ? 

I am pretty sure that Y/N is using again, she said on the verge of tears. 

Wait ? What ? He asked in disbelief. 

I am sorry to bother you but you’ve been there, you know about relapse, and I just don’t know what to do…, she sobbed. 

Why would you even think she relapsed in the first place ? 

She’s not herself, she explained. She broke up with Josh out of the blue, she doesn’t seem to sleep, she’s become super secretive and she disappears in the middle of the night. I don’t even know where she is right now… I don’t know what to do, Em. What do you think I can do ? 

He tried so hard not to laugh but failed miserably. Talia’s concern was the most adorable thing ever and what she was saying actually made sense. Only she was far from the truth. He also felt a little bad : it was his fault if she was sobbing on his couch, since he was the one who insisted on keeping the relationship a secret. She shot him a death glare as he let out a little laugh. It was probably time to tell her. 

Don’t worry, he said. She’s fine. 

How do you know it ?! You’re an addict, you know how serious it is ! She said as she started to get worked up. 

She’s here, Talia. She’s sleeping, he said with a smile. 

WHAT DID I TELL YOU LAST TIME, EM ?! I told you that if anything happened and she came to you, you had to call me !!! She yelled. GOD YOU’RE A STUPID ASSHOLE !!! 

He burst out in a fit of laughter. At that point, it was probably the nerves and fatigue. He tried to calm himself before explaining but Y/N came to the living room, probably alarmed by the yelling. 

Talia ? She asked confused. What are you doing here ? 

What are YOU doing here ?! Talia fired back. 

I… well, I…, Y/N hesitated as she looked at him. 

I WANT YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE AND INTO A REHAB CENTER BY TOMORROW, Talia yelled. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE USING AGAIN !!!

But I’m not, Y/N said. 

Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen the bruises, I know you’ve been sneaking out, you don’t sleep and you’ve been acting impulsive. It all makes sense ! 

The bruises ? Marshall asked. 

On my thighs, Y/N explained. 

He tried really hard not to laugh. The tension was palpable. 

Oh… that’s on me, I guess, he chuckled.

What the fuck ? Talia asked him with a threatening tone. What are you doing to her ?! 

Nothing she doesn’t want, believe me, he said as he tried to hide a smirk. 

Marshall !!! His girl interjected. 

I don’t understand, Talia said as she looked pissed off. 

They’re hickies, he chuckled. Y/N has been sneaking around, yes, but she’s coming here. We’re together. 

You’re together ? She repeated. 

Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. Like… couple stuff, you know ? He clarified before taking Y/N’s hand in his. 

Talia looked at him in shock, her mouth open, while Y/N stared at him tenderly. 

Aaaaw… I’m your girlfriend ? She asked with a smile. 

What ? Want me to refer to you as « bro » or « homie » ? He chortled. 

Girlfriend is fine, she said with a shy smile. 

Why didn’t you tell me ?! Talia blurted out, visibly hurt. 

I asked her not to, Marshall clarified.  Believe me, she wanted to tell you. This one’s on me. 

He didn’t want Talia to be mad at his girlfriend and he was ready to take the blame for that one. In retrospect it hadn’t been the smartest thing to do. 

Shit, guys, do you know how worried I’ve been ?! She said. 

I’m so sorry, I wanted to tell you, I swear, Y/N said. 

How long has it been ? 

About two weeks, Y/N explained. Happened right before your birthday actually…

Before ?! Is that why you broke up with Josh ?! She asked. 

Yeah…, his girlfriend said sheepishly. 

Talia looked up and down at the two of them. He was holding his girlfriend’s hand and smiling. She shook her head and took Y/N in her arms, holding her tight for about a minute. 

So, you’re alright ? She asked. 

Yes, his girlfriend said. 

And you’re happy ? 

So happy, Y/N confirmed. 

And he’s treating you well ? Talia asked again. 

Of course I treat her well, Marshall scoffed, almost offended by the implication. 

Not talking to you, Em, Talia said as she gave him a side-eye. 

He treats me very well, Y/N said softly. Like a princess, actually. 

Talia hummed and kept staring at the two of them. At that point, it was almost freaking him out. All he wanted was some sleep ! Now that she knew that Y/N was alive, breathing and not under immediate danger, couldn’t she just go home and let them rest ? Of course, it was purely rhetorical… in the past three years or so, he had spent enough time with Talia around to know that this woman only did what she wanted. She was not the intrusive type but he had also come to understand that when it came to her best friend’s safety, happiness and well-being, she could be ruthless. He may have been twenty years older, she was the « scary » one in that situation. So, even though he was not ecstatic to have her disturb what could have been a peaceful and much-needed night of sleep, he didn’t say much. After a while, Talia sat back on the couch and told them to do the same. Once again, it wasn’t time to discuss the orders. Usually, he would not have anyone tell him what to do, especially not someone who could be his daughter and even less in his own house, but Talia was the exception. He also low-key appreciated that she treated him like a normal person, with a « no-nonsense, no bullshit » attitude. It was something that made him respect her. She had that sort of aura that usually prompted people to do what she told them to. She was a pretty damn persuasive person and there was no doubt as to how she had Jamal around her finger. 

Let’s be clear here, she said as she looked at him, Y/N might be satisfied with the princess treatment, but it certainly won’t impress me. She is exceptional and if you fail to treat her in a manner befitting the empress that she is, I will make sure you regret it. 

Of course, he said with a smile. 

And if you make her suffer, I will make sure you suffer twice as much, she added. Don’t get me wrong : Jamal is the big scary dude who will punch you, but I will be your worst nightmare. 

Believe me, I’m counting on it, he replied. 

Good. You, Y/N, do not think about lying to me ever again. Especially about something like this !!! She told her best friend. 

Promise, Y/N said. 

Now, I would love some tea and hear about how this happened, she said with a smile, gesturing at the two of them. 

Right now ? Marshall couldn’t help but groan. 

Would you rather tell me about your misjudged idea of asking my best friend to lie to me and causing me to have a stroke ? She asked with a raised eyebrow. 

So, green tea or black tea ? He replied with a sarcastic grin. 

Green, she chuckled. And Y/N usually drinks…

… hot cocoa, he continued with a smile. I know, I know. Are we really doing this, Talia ? You bullying me in my own house ? 

You bet we are, she chuckled. You owe me, for the emotional damage, Em. 

He chortled and went to the kitchen to prepare the hot beverages while he could hear Talia grilling Y/N with questions. He would have snapped at anyone, but Talia’s concern for Y/N was so genuine that he could only appreciate it. Plus, seeing the relief on his girlfriend’s face was priceless. From the other room, he could hear her giggle as she answered some of Talia’s questions. When he came back to the living room with the mugs, Talia was commenting on the hickies. « Y’all better chill. What are you ? Horny teenagers ?! ». He chuckled and sat next to Y/N, who curled up on his side. It felt a little weird to have someone know about their relationship, but he had to admit it also felt good. They talked for about an hour before he decided to go back to bed. 

Can I be dismissed now ? He asked with a smile. 

I’ll allow it, Talia said. Plus, I can’t get Y/N to tell me about the nitty-gritty stuff if you’re sitting here ! 

Don’t tell her anything, he said. 

She will tell me everything, she replied. 

He chortled and kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head before getting up and hugging Talia. 

By the way, you have my blessing, Em, she said with a smile. 

I don’t need your blessing, he chuckled. 

Yeah you do, she giggled. You just didn’t know it. 

I’ll take it then, he grinned. Thank you. 

Thank you for making my girl happy, she whispered with a smile. 

[octuscle]

Working everyday sucks. I mean is this the life we dreamt of when we were young? I mean I had the choice between knowledge and sports. I chose the academic way but there are days I wish for another chance to decide. Working with my body instead of my brain would be cool. Is there a Chronivac program to solve this problem?

Dude, I understand you so well. I mean, you're in-house counsel at your company, 48 years old…. Got 20 more years to work. The peak of your career is probably right now. Damn it! If you would have made the right decision at the right time… I'll choose the setting "Become younger with simultaneous modification of the past". Means in clear language, you become now each hour a year younger. And at the same time you have dedicated yourself one year more to a career as an athlete. Whether you end up as a gold medal winner, Formula 1 champion or coach of a soccer team in the district league, I can't tell you yet. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you.

Friday morning, 6:00 a.m. At this time you feel like an old man. Your back has been better. But trust me, in a few minutes you will feel better. Your mind is already off the weekly meeting in the shower. They're on the runs you're planning for the weekend. By the time you sit down to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. (raw vegetables, sugar-free muesli, low-fat quark), you already feel considerably fitter. You sold your car a year ago. Your new bike was almost as expensive. And now you ride it to the office like every morning.

09:00 a.m., weekly meeting of the department heads. Since you've been doing more sports, you love Casual Friday. Your tight suit pants fit snugly and your rolled-up arms show off your tanned, wiry forearms. Three years of hard training are having an effect. It's certainly helped your career, too. Most of the other department heads are not only fatter than you, they are also much older.

The morning goes well, at lunchtime you can convince your colleagues to have sushi. Normally, they always go out for schnitzel at the brewery on Fridays. Then you would have had to take a salad again. And a non-alcoholic beer. Okay, that would have worked, too. But in the meantime it causes you physical pain to watch how some people maltreat their bodies. As you brush your teeth in the office after lunch, you grin very contentedly in the mirror. You are now 40 years old. But as a rule, everyone thinks you're younger. Triathlon and soccer have gotten you out of your post-college slump over the past eight years. And now you're the departmental Adonis. One of the youngest department heads in the entire group. And an absolute winning smile!

The building empties out at 3:00 pm. But you don't just give your all in sports. When you shut down the computer at 6:00 p.m., all the e-mails have been processed. Yes, you are considered an absolute nerd. And you are. Ever since you graduated with your bachelor's degree 12 years ago, you've been working hard. In sports as well as in your job. Your promotion is only a matter of time. But that doesn't matter. You hang up your suit in your closet, stuff your shirt, shoes and knee socks into your backpack, put on your racing bike outfit and start cycling. You'd like to do another 100 kilometers tonight. Two and a half hours would be a good time… Sometime between 20:00 o'clock and 21:00 o'clock it makes click. You almost lost control of the bike. You are now just under 24 years old. And after graduating from high school, you decided to become a carpenter. The alternative would have been to study law. Like your father, like your grandmother, like your brother. But even though you weren't particularly talented at handicrafts, you wanted to do something completely different. Something physical. And fuck, that was the right decision. Today, at 33, you have your own business, plenty of time for sports, and certainly a much more relaxed life than your brother….

Now the changes come one after the other. The beginning of the transformation quickly reaches your 17th and 16th birthday. And the younger you are at the time of onset, the more serious the effects.

At 11:00 p.m. you lie in bed showered. It was a hard day. But you love your job. In the past, you would have dreamed of a different life. When you started playing soccer at the age of 14, you were already too old for the big career. Well, you were active in the second Bundesliga for a while. But now, as a physiotherapist and fitness trainer at a first league club, you're not dissatisfied. It pays pretty good money. And a bit of the boys' glamour falls on you, too. At least you get around a lot… You fall asleep at the thought.

Alarm clock rings like every day at 06:00 o'clock. You don't give a shit that it's Saturday. Could also be Sunday or Christmas. Drink a liter of water to detox, then run ten kilometers. At 07:30 your physiotherapist comes to the hotel room, 08:30 breakfast with the team. Kickoff for the soccer game is today at 8:30 p.m. Until then, light training, a yoga session and coaching with your social media consultant are scheduled.

Let the haters make fun of the soccer millionaires. You've been fighting for your career since your foot first touched a ball. And you work a hell of a lot harder for success than any armchair farter who studied business, law or mechanical engineering. And that's why you will win today!

[metarexslayer2025]

Ian Flynn Shills

The people who defend this, yet still curse SEGA/Sonic Team/Pontaff for the "Sonic, help me!" in Forces are nothing more than a bunch of shills.

"He's 8!" Then he shouldn't be in a war. The battlefield is no place for children.

"He's surrounded by Zombots!" The Zombots are garbage and have 0 place in a kid's book, which is exactly what Flynn called it.

Seriously, you pricks bitch and moan about Shadow's horrendous characterization in Issue 19, and snarl at SEGA and their mandates even though the plot point for Shadow to go down to the Zombots was Flynn's from the start and was made to have him go out like a chump.

Yeah, I'm feeling nasty today, and the IDW crowd 100% deserves it for their worship of Flynn and belittling of past writers. Ian clearly has little respect for Tails. It's always been this way since his tenure at Archie. He views Tails as Sonic's subordinate. As a sidekick. The IDW comics straight-up call Tails a sidekick, but call the OC Tangle a hero.

And for all the people in the comments of that post I highlighted, Tails wasn't useless in Forces either. After that scene with Chaos, Tails started getting his confidence back with Classic Sonic by his side. And once he's finally reunited with the Blue Blur, things start turning around. In fact, Tails is able to come up with a plan to neutralize the Phantom Ruby, and Sonic convinces the others to listen to him. And it's thanks to Tails's plan that the Avatar player is able to neutralize the Phantom Ruby sun and turn the tides.

In the IDW comics, Sonic doesn't listen to Tails when the latter voices his concerns about Metal Sonic in Issue 12. The hedgehog brushes him off and claims "I feel the odds are in our favor." And look where that got him. Tails even brought up how Sonic told him to repair Metal in Issue 50 and even asserts how Metal was still dangerous in his base form.

But I know you people will just write it all off as "Forces bad," and stick to your guns by claiming that "IDW fixed Tails." The truth is those of you who claim such nonsense are a bunch of miscreants who have a parasocial relationship with the writer, to the point where you'll waste your money on his podcast to have your pointless questions answered.

You're nothing but a cult. A Bumblekult.

[glystenangel]

Hiiii i saw that your requests were open do u think you could write a fic about Gojo just like being the overall best boyfriend to the reader whos on her period, i guess i just need the comfort rn:)

Here for You

Gojo x Afab!Reader (Canon Universe)

tags/warnings: none, 100% fluff, bf/gf status, loveeee, period comfort, acts of service & words of affy, cuddling

summary: you're on ur period and gojo can't leave you alone

~1k words

thanks for requesting and enjoy<333

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Gojo stopped asking you what you needed a long time ago.

Now, he knows the exact answer, and he loves providing it.

“Feeling better?” Strands of white soften the bright azure of his eyes as he leans down.

You haven’t taken your gaze away from him since he began massaging your hands, sighing whenever he paused to soothe an unpreoccupied hand down your side.

“Yes.”

A small smile folds up the corner of his lips, but it’s the pleased look in his eyes that makes your heartbeat fasten.

“Good.” He says, kissing between your knuckles.

You don’t think you could ever bring yourself to stop loving him, he was too gentle with you. Almost as if he would break without you, so he had to be extra careful to not break you either. Being on your period meant your boyfriend’s natural inclination only increased tenfold.

“Can we go out to eat? I think I can get out of bed now.” You place a hand on his cheek, gesturing at your curled up position in bed with the other.

The large palm of Gojo’s hand cradles yours against his cheek, he leans into the touch with a thoughtful hum, and you can feel it travel down your wrist. 

“I don’t think so.” He finally says, an amused yet firm tone filling his cadence.

You roll your eyes, recognizing the protective stance of his shoulders. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Then tell me what you want to eat.” He clasps your hand more tightly to convince you, “I’ll go get it.”

Every word he says seems as though it was made to convince you that you are loved.

“Maybe my favorite?” You hesitantly mumble, running your thumb along the pale curve of his cheek.

“Done. Don’t move.” Gojo warns before getting up, keeping your hand in his as he rises to his feet from where he was sitting by you.

“I won’t.” You swing your still attached hands between you two and quietly add, “You would know anyway.”

You had tried to get up and brush your teeth by yourself this morning, and the moment he sensed that you were caught. Gojo lectured you the whole time he had carried you to the bathroom before setting you down and brushing your teeth for you.

The chuckle he lets out tells you that he remembers the entire, recent affair himself, “Okay, I’ll be right back. Text me if you want anything else, okay?”

Looking up at his tall figure, you run your eyes over every sculpted dip of his lips, his collarbones, and chin. Any movement he makes radiates grace and strength, but his actions were more kind around you. Sure, he was handsome and powerful, but he never made you feel like you were beneath him. Often, he told you that he looks up to you. That you keep him strong. Just thinking about how he adores you as much as you adore him makes your chest swell.

A beam adorns your face, the pain in your lower abdomen a distant background to the beat of your heart, “I love you.”

The reply is immediate and sincere, “I love you too.”

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As soon as Gojo returns and you both finish indulging in your favorite guilty pleasure meal, he decides that it’s time for cuddles.

You hate to admit it, but Gojo is the absolute best at cuddling.

Maybe it had to do with the massive size of his hands, or the way he would let his breath tickle your neck as he draped himself over you.

“I hate to see you like this.” He murmurs, chin cupped by your shoulder and his fingertips roaming along your waist.

“Me too. It’s gross, right?” You joke, laughing as much as your knotted insides will allow.

It ends up turning into a wince.

A displeased grumble escapes Gojo, and you feel your boyfriend’s chest press nearer to your back after he tightens his careful hold on you.

“You don’t have to pretend for my sake.” The words are subdued, and you feel his cheek brush against yours.

At that, you turn to face him, despite his tsks that you shouldn’t move if you’re in pain.

You ignore the protests, reaching for the side of his jaw with a tenderness you only reserved for each other, “You don’t have to either. Ever.”

He visually melts. The arch of his eyebrows relax, and he swallows, speechlessness occupying what minimal space rests between the two of you. The aquamarine shine of his eyes is full of an emotion you can name but don’t always have to put into words.

“When did you get so sweet? Hm?” Gojo rouses himself out of his brief stupor, pulling you in by your waist and lips curling into a teasing smirk.

“I’ve always been this sweet.” You cradle his face in your hands, earnestly smiling back at him.

“You’re right.” He easily admits, broadening his grin.

You tuck your face into his chest, sighing with more dissatisfaction than you actually felt.

“I’m tired.”

Gojo holds you in his embrace, his breathing even and steady, “You’ll be okay.”

You prop your chin up to look at him, “You think so?”

He kisses a spot by your temple and it feels like a streak of sun just warmed the skin there, “I know so. Remember, when you’re tired-”

“I have you.” You faintly interrupt, his subsequent laughter making his chest shake with the light sound.

“And when I’m tired?” He raises your chin again, flitting his vision all over your happy face.

It’s not a test, more of an encouraging prompt. A promise you have been sharing since you started dating.

“You have me.” You finish, and he settles your face into the nape of his neck.

That’s right, I’m here for you. I love you. The small gesture says, and you close your eyes, listening to that sweet reassurance until you fall asleep.

_________________ End Notes:

pretttyy short but I hope u like :)

also i know this is late so sorry if i missed the timing!!

[crisiscutie]

ayeeeee babbbbb seems like you're on a roll! <3 i'm glad!

noticed you got my boi vincent on your character list 👀 so i'm wondering, do you have any thoughts on chaos!vincent? like when they actually merged or vincent getting taken over by chaos? i always felt by himself, vincent is a super sweet but super awkward emo boi who would never dream of actually harming his darling (at least not physically outside confining you thing in his misguided effort to protect you probably) but chaos? that's when he gonna go all wild on his darling and may or may not feel bad afterward but couldn't stay away no matter how much chaos/vincent might've tried. noncon, monsterfucking, breeding, all the good shizz...

if youre keen👀i may send in couple hc requests...

Thank you hon, you've been a huge help to me and a inspiration for this blog~! Everyone, go check them out! ❤️❤️❤️

And please do send in those requests!

Content Warnings: Yandere Vincent, Discussion of Non-con, Confinement and other NSFW themes.

 ༻❁༺ Chaos!Vincent is totally bae.

He provides so much material for the best kinks~! And I really love that side of him because of how it adheres to FF7's symbolism with monsters. You can control the beast inside of you or let it take over. I love how Vincent perseveres with an unbreakable resilience. To me, he fills the same role of being a foil to Sephiroth, just like Cloud. Even though his circumstances and past caused him immense pain and grief, he does his best to keep his heart in check and never let out his anger upon the world. Unlike Seph, who couldn't take the anguish anymore with no bonds, and Cloud, who survived his mental breaks from the bonds he did have... I wouldn't condone Vincent taking his anguish out on the world, but I would understand why he would want to!

And from what I remembered about DoC, Vincent had Chaos implanted in him after Hojo more or less killed him, right? I think I also remembered Vincent was at the helm mostly, until Chaos decides to take over at the worst times. It's tragic, that no matter what, Chaos will always be intertwined with Vincent's life, an unfortunate reminder of his past. Now, I think Lucrecia did a good thing by giving Vincent protomateria, maybe she could've atoned for her other sins in the process too. The protomateria is what kept him alive and let him control Chaos until he lost it so I gotta give credit when it's due. We wouldn't have our emo bae without her. Unfortunately, she's only made things… More complicated for him when it came to other shit she's done and that totally doesn't include experimenting on her unborn child, nope.

 ༻❁༺Vincent is a total sweetie to his darling.

I 100% agree. For the confinement thing, I agree it would be done to protect his darling from danger as a last resort, but also really think about how he lost Lucrecia. He would be so scared to go through that same heartbreak, he probably won't even let himself think about it. It's just too much for him to bear. Now, I'd imagine a yandere Vincent would be zealous about that because not only he doesn't want his darling to go down the same path as her, he isn't risking any chance to let them leave him.

I think Normal Vincent would feel so terrible after sex when his Chaos side go wild on the darling. Bonus points to the tragedy aspect where the darling struggles with the turmoil that Chaos Vincent causes them, yet they still choose to love Vincent and stay devoted to him. I'd expect the Darling to try to brush over what happened to not worry him, but Vincent will pick up on their cues and will confront them about it.

Then Vincent would totally consider to CONFINE himself again, but his darling isn't having any of it and tries to talk him out of it. To get him to work with them on the issue, they would need to craft some pretty convincing arguments.

But just imagine the oncoming fluff, where they finally come to an compromise. The darling will embrace him tenderly, promising to stay truthful to him, and he'll vow to retain control of Chaos for their wellbeing... ❤️

 ༻❁༺I'd imagine Chaos would greatly influence a yandere Vincent.

He probably wouldn't feel as bad as normal Vincent would after a rough sex session with the darling. He would try to convince them (and himself) that it feels so good and how it deepens their connection. And Vincent's desire to protect his darling from others would be through the ROOF. Won't even let his darling ask or wonder about other people out loud. Concentrate on him, he will always be there for you, unlike the others who come and go.

But I can't see yandere Vincent being (deliberately) cruel to his darling. He still has goodness within him. He would try to reason himself and to his Darling, (maybe with Chaos too in his deluded mind) that he was doing the right thing in protecting them. He would acknowledge how it's not pleasant, but he has to do it, anyway. I think this would lead to him developing something like a savior complex over his darling.

 ༻❁༺ Ending with another ramble

I'm a bit sad that DoC isn't gonna be getting a remake, and getting regulated to some chapters in a mobile game. It's such an important game to both Vincent AND Sephiroth and the rest of the FF7 franchise. They could've just remade it in the same vein as 7R and take creative liberties like they also did for that game's writing. I want Vincent Valentine to be reintroduced to new generations of FF7 fans as a lovable, edgy emo. I'm worried that the remake trilogy may not give him the prominence that he deserves...

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

We honestly need more New YorkxTexas stuff

I 100% agree and now here’s a very rushed fic for this very underrated ship! <3

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8am.

Texas was currently cooking breakfast in the kitchen of the condo that he and New York had moved into a few months ago in Houston. How Texas convinced New York to move somewhere so humid and hot, Texas wished he knew. But they lived in love together and that’s all that matters, at least to them. Texas jumped a tiny bit when he felt the slim yet strong arms of his boyfriend wrap around his waist, though he quickly relaxed when he felt New York place a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck.

"Hey darlin’." Texas said, not bringing up the fact that New York seemed to have slept longer than usual. He placed down the spatula and turned around to wrap his arms around the Empire State. He gently slides his hands underneath NY’s tank top and massages his thumbs into his upper back, smirking at the small groan that escaped the shorter state’s lips. Texas notices that New York’s eyes are kinda squinted and he appears to be trying to the light, and he honestly had half a mind to tease him about ‘being a vampire’, but the pained expression on the Empire State’s face stopped him.

"Ya alright hun?" Texas asks, pulling New York closer to him.

NY sighs, though Texas could hear a whimper mixed in towards the end. He places his head against the taller’s chest, which felt surprisingly nice despite Texas naturally being really warm. "…head hurtsss….."

Texas instantly lowers his voice as to not cause any more pain for the shorter state. "Oh…"

That’s when it clicked! The Lone Star state swiftly picks up New York and carries him to the couch, carefully laying down on the couch next to his boyfriend. He takes NY’s head in his lap and gently brushes his hair with his fingers, attempting to sooth the pain. Texas had to hold back a squeal of adorableness when he feels and hears NY purring and leaning into Texas’s strong hands.

Texas hums a little lullaby from when he was younger that he learned from his mom. Eventually, they both fell asleep, forgetting about breakfast.

[n30nwrites]

Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

Paint your nails?

Know how to cook or at least make something edible?

Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?

Borrow something and not return it?

Shoplift?

Take home a zoo animal?

Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?

Talk or snore in their sleep?

Want to do karaoke?

Eat a spoonful of wasabi?

Get hangry before a meal?

Pie someone in the face as a prank?

I actually love this shit, I’m currently writing through some asks rn but please send in more stuff if you can, college is hectic rn and this stuff makes me happy.

1. It’s Paul 100%, David would sure as hell mess it up, Dwayne doesn’t like the smell and Marko would mess it up worse. Paul 100% knows what he’s doing when painting nails, not a professional but at least he won’t gag at the smell (Dwayne)

2. It’s gotta be Dwayne. David orders out all the time and your telling me you’d actually trust Marko and Paul in the kitchen? Marko will set fires on accident and make a huge mess and Paul will walk off, completely forgetting about the food. Dwayne has the patience to cook and can actually understand the instructions. Marko can convince Dwayne to help him with Pot brownies though, Paul can’t convince Dwayne.

3. Tattoos are tricky. I think Paul and Marko are willing to get one, just haven’t yet. I believe David has one and is willing to get more (especially to show off cause my man has an ego) and Dwayne has a few. They just depend on what story you go by. Go by the prequel he has a few tattoos he got to impress girls, going by the story where they all met separately, he has tribal tattoos from the Huron tribe.

4. Assuming Borrow something and not return it means from you or the other boys. It’s 100% Marko. My man will take the others shirts and turn them into patches or cut them up. Paul will at least return it eventually whilst Dwayne just likes his stuff. David doesn’t care to take it but if he has it he won’t say anything, just discretely put it back (don’t confront him about this)

5. Shoplifting, it’s David. David is the type of guy where if he wants something he’s getting it, especially if his partner wanted something, well then they are getting it. Paul and Marko will do it if they get into the mood, Dwayne is the same just with more class (if he gets caught he totally gaslights them into thinking he already bought it)

6. Paul - only in the case of fighting it. Marko - only in the case of keeping it as a pet.

7. This one takes me a sec to think. I believe Dwayne would brush out his hair but only to keep it nice. David probably has hair gel but it’s a tie between Marko and Paul. Paul because of his hair and Marko because of his outfits. It’s clear on his jacket he cares about his looks but I think they are tied for this.

8.Dwayne talks in his sleep, David snores so loud. Paul and Marko also snore but David could cause the second earthquake with his snoring

9. I can only think of Paul. David has enough toxic masculinity to not do that, Dwayne just doesn’t really sing and Marko doesn’t seem like the type either. Paul just seems like if it will lead to a good time, he’ll do it.

10. David because he wants to prove he isn’t scared so he’ll take the spoonful and regret it a few seconds later but won’t ever admit it.

11. Marko is insatiable, he wants his food all the time. If he could he’d just be eating 24/7.

12. Paul, to David. He pies David and thinks it’s funny, won’t try it with Dwayne though, too scared of that.

[deonideatta]

Bots. Yeah. Same problem here 😭

Anyway, drabble prompt: classic "sick fic" for TwiYor?

They never has anyone take care of them, so the awkwardness are there, but also genuine concern.

Hello, thanks for the prompt!!!! This is definitely longer than a drabble but I had fun with it lol. And in my defense i didn’t know that apparently a drabble is only supposed to be like 100 words 😂😂 

It took a bit long to finish because I got sick myself midway through writing it lol. At least I can say that all the details for the sick parts are based on fresh and recent first hand experience haha

But yea here it is!! Hope you enjoy!! :)

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Twilight does not forget things. Least of all mildly important things, like his umbrella on a day when the forecast won’t stop bringing up the rain. And yet, when he reaches the hospital exit at the end of his shift, he realizes with a start that he’s left it at home, by the door in the umbrella stand. Despite his best efforts he makes it home soaked to the skin, rainwater dripping from his hair like it’s mocking him.

Yor takes his coat to hang in the bathroom, and Anya carries a whole pile of towels over to him. He takes just one, drying himself off as well as he can. But even after he’s changed into drier clothes he can’t shake off the cold, shivering all through the evening despite Yor and Anya piling blankets over him.

He brushes off their concerns, though he imagines it’s hard to take him seriously from underneath a mountain of blankets. He doesn’t think it’s anything to worry about, but he heads to bed a bit earlier than usual on Yor’s insistence. A little extra sleep probably won’t hurt.

He wakes up the next day with a deep seated ache in his muscles. The mere action of turning to check the time takes far more effort than it should, and his eyes burn as he squints at the clock in the low light.

He tries to get up, and promptly lies back down when his muscles scream in protest and his head spins. His senses come to him as if through fog, and he registers vaguely that his throat hurts and his room is way too warm. 

At first, he wonders if he’s just tired. There’s always some degree of exhaustion lingering in his bones, but he’s a master of staving it off, and not letting it influence the standard of his work. But it’s just past 6am, and he’s pretty sure this is the most he’s slept in ages.

Has he been poisoned? Some kind of nerve agent? He stares groggily at the ceiling, trying to clear his head. Even through the mental haze he knows it’s unlikely. No, this is probably just the result of the unholy union between the rainstorm he’d been caught in and weeks of getting a maximum of 3 hours of sleep per night.

Twilight groans in annoyance, making a new effort to get out of bed. This time he succeeds. Well, partially. The moment he stands up he has to sit down again, breath coming in short, frustrated puffs. 

He tries again. There’s work that need doing, he doesn’t have time to be sick. If he just manages to get up and douse himself in cold water, he’ll probably feel fine enough to at least deliver some reports. Moving at a quarter of his usual pace, he manages to make it to his door and halfway to the bathroom before Yor intercepts him with a greeting from inside the kitchen. 

“Good morning Loid, did you….” she trails off as she takes in his face. Whatever she sees causes her cheery smile to drop, and Twilight frowns. Surely it’s not that clear that he’s sick.

“Loid, are you alright? You look really ill!” Yor’s voice is filled with concern, and she rushes out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, studying him worriedly.

“I’m alright, Yor, don’t worry,” he says. It’s his least convincing lie ever, pathetic in everything from its delivery to the tone of his voice. “I just need a cold shower, and I’ll be fine.” He tries for a smile, knowing it looks feeble even before the worry in Yor’s expression deepens.

Twilight is just about to force out another half-hearted reassurance when Yor reaches up and puts a hand on his forehead, mirroring the action with her other hand on her own forehead. The contact and the proximity are the final straw for Twilight’s already struggling train of thought, and the protests die in his throat. 

Yor pulls her hand away suddenly, like she’d been burned. With how warm he feels, it seems fitting.

“I’m sorry- I just,” Yor stammers, gathering her hands together. Her concern for him seems to override her embarrassment, and for some reason Twilight feels vaguely flattered. “I didn’t mean to overstep, but Loid I think you have a fever.”

That checks out, given the headache and the warmness. With the sore throat, it might even be the flu. He doesn’t manage to say any of that, suddenly hit by a wave of lightheadedness. 

He must have stumbled, because Yor's hand is suddenly on his arm, steadying him.

"Loid, I don't think you should go to work today," Yor says, and she sounds nervous and firm all at once. “And fevers are best treated with lukewarm water, not cold.”

"I appreciate your concern Yor, but I have things to do," he starts, and he's vaguely aware of how petulant he sounds, like Anya asking to watch another episode of Spy Wars before bed. And speaking of Anya. "Anya needs to go to school as well, I need to help her get ready."

Yor's hand on his arm is cool against his flushed skin as she shakes her head resolutely.

"I'll help Anya get ready. You need rest, and that's more important than work," she says, and all of Twilight's inbuilt desire to be efficient at any cost screams in protest. 

"Just let me call work then," he says anyway, because despite that internal drive he has to admit that he's not sure he'll be particularly useful in this state. He must be getting soft. He’s persevered through injury and illness alike - it’s almost humiliating to be so incapacitated by a fever.

Yor nods, letting go of his arm to let him shuffle towards the telephone. He makes a quick call to Handler, who sounds equal parts amused and annoyed. He can almost see her raised eyebrows when he tells her he’s sick, but something in his voice must be convincing because she agrees to take care of his workload for the day and tells him to rest up. He scoffs at that, going to hang up.

"Take better care of yourself, Twilight," she says, just before he can lower the phone. "I know we give you a lot of work, but don’t neglect your health just to keep up with it.”

He mumbles something in return and makes his way back to his room. He catches a glimpse of Yor in the kitchen as he passes, filling a glass with water and gathering some medicine from the cabinet.

Lying down is a far bigger relief than he’d expected it to be, to the point that he barely registers the sound of knocking on the door, followed by Yor pushing it open. She hands him a glass of water and some pills, and he downs them, trying not to wince at how sore his throat feels. 

“I’m going to go to work now,” Yor says gently. “I’ll make sure Anya gets to school on time too, so don’t worry about her.”

She hovers above him, worried but seemingly unsure, and he does his best to give her a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, Yor,” he says, voice still annoyingly weak. “I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me either.”

Yor smiles back, looking somewhat placated, though the worry lingers in the tightness of her smile. She closes the door gently behind her, and Twilight contents himself with half-listening to the sounds of Anya and Yor getting ready for the day, drifting in and out of sleep.

A while later Anya pops her head in to greet him and say goodbye, and he musters up enough strength to give her a weak wave and a goodbye in return.

Then he lies there, alone and in the dark, uselessly sick. Rest, Yor and Handler had both said, but his brain refuses to cooperate, racing with thoughts about the mission reports he really should have finished yesterday. Except it isn’t really racing, it’s trudging slowly through the mass of information he’d normally have no problem speedily sorting through. It’s frustrating, and it makes his head hurt more.

The longer he lies there the more restless he feels, like he could be making far better use of his time. To make things worse, his room is still far too warm. He squeezes his eyes shut more tightly, trying to force himself to sleep. If he sleeps, perhaps he’ll feel better more quickly, and then he can get back to work. But any sleep that comes is shallow and restless, and the stupid reports just won’t stop trying and failing to sort themselves out in his mind.

The clock reads 10am when Twilight gives up. Pushing himself up despite the way his body protests, he shuffles out to the living room, a folder of reports in one hand and a pillow in the other. The cooler air is pleasant against his skin, though the light stings at his eyes at first. 

Settling on the couch, he opens the folder and starts to read. He barely gets a few paragraphs in before what had been a mild headache morphs into a sharp pain behind his eyes. He squeezes them shut for a bit, finding relief in the dark. He repeats the cycle a few more times, until the headache gets to the point where the words on the page start to blur.

He’s vaguely aware of the fact that he’s started to tremble, and suddenly he’s glad he brought the pillow with him. It’s cooler out here, so maybe it’ll be easier to sleep for a while. The cacophony of aches and pains in his body lessens slightly as he lies down, and he feels himself drifting away surprisingly quickly.

Just a little sleep, he thinks. Just to get rid of the headache, and then he can get back to the reports.

When he opens his eyes, he’s back in his bed, and there’s sounds of movement coming from the kitchen. He lies still for a moment, disoriented and very confused. His room isn’t as stiflingly warm as before, and the clock tells him that it’s past 3pm. Alarmed, he tries to sit up, and finds that the feverish aches in his muscle have lessened, albeit marginally.

He looks around, trying to sort out the mess in his head. How on earth did he get back to his room without realizing?

Yor interrupts his thoughts by poking her head into the room, and her eyes light up when she sees him awake.

“Loid! Are you feeling any better?” she asks, coming to stand by his bedside.

“A bit,” he says, still mildly confused. “How did I- when did you…?”

“Ah,” Yor says, flushing lightly. “I came back early because I was worried, and I found you sleeping on the couch.”

Her expression turns disapproving. “You really shouldn’t work when you’re sick, Loid,” she says, frowning. “I understand wanting to be productive, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your health.”

He feels oddly chastised, and nods silently. Yor’s expression melts into a small smile.

“I’ve made you some soup,” she says. “It’s the best thing for when you’re ill. I asked Camilla for the recipe, so I hope it tastes alright.”

Twilight nods again, filled with the trepidation that usually surrounds Yor’s attempts at cooking. Yor disappears out of the door, returning shortly with a bowl of soup and a glass of water on a tray. Despite her track record, the soup smells rather good, and Twilight can’t say he isn’t grateful for the kindness.

Yor hands him the tray, and he studies the soup. It looks good. It smells alright. Perhaps it’ll be fine to eat a bit. His stomach doesn’t tie into knots at the thought, so he plucks up his courage and takes a spoonful. And then another, and another, because it’s actually some really good soup. A surprised smile makes its way onto his face.

“This is really good, Yor,” he says, and despite everything there’s a note of genuine happiness in his voice. It’s nothing groundbreaking, a simple broth based vegetable soup, but it’s soothing and warming and Twilight finds that he appreciates it even more for the effort and care that went into making it.

Yor beams, and Twilight finds himself captivated by the sight.

“I’m glad to hear it!” she says, her smile wide and proud. Radiant. It causes a warm feeling in Twilight’s chest that he doesn’t think he can blame on the fever or the soup. He chooses to ignore it, tearing his eyes away from Yor and focusing back on emptying the bowl. Being sick is no excuse to indulge in things that aren’t relevant to the mission.

Oblivious to his brief internal battle, Yor sits on the bed next to him, chatting about her day and the process of making the soup. He listens, occupied by eating, interjecting here and there. It’s nice, and despite the lingering aches of the fever and his mind warning him not to get too comfortable Twilight almost feels peaceful.

“By the way Yor,” he says, when there’s a lull in conversation. “How did I get back here?”

Yor immediately goes red, eyes shifting everywhere. 

“I- I carried you over,” she mumbles. “It wasn’t too hard, and it was mainly because I was afraid that you’d hurt your back or your neck from sleeping on the couch, and when I brought you back it was way too warm in here, so I opened the window a little to let some fresh air in, and…” Yor seems to have realized that she’s rambling, trailing off.

Twilight doesn’t know what to say. The extent of Yor’s concern fills him with more of that warmth he doesn’t know what to make of. For almost all of his life, getting sick has been an arduous and solitary affair. He hasn’t really had anyone he trusted enough to help him through something as vulnerable as sickness. Miserably dousing himself in WISE provided medicines and trying to keep working through whatever coughs and colds came his way had become standard procedure for him.

But Yor’s smile is more soothing than all those medicines, and the soup is flavourful and gentle on his sore throat, and some emotion he can’t (won’t) label sweeps through him. He’s vulnerable in this state, he can’t work, and he still feels the aches and pains of the fever. And above all, indulging in domesticity is supposed to be out of the question. And yet there’s a deep seated contentment that settles in his core as he sits there and eats the soup, knowing that he’s cared for.

“Thank you,” he says, instead of addressing any of the feelings building in his chest. “I really appreciate you taking care of me like this.”

“It’s ok, I’m your wife,” Yor says seriously, before flushing and fumbling to amend her statement. “I mean, as your wife in this arrangement, it’s the least I could do.”

Twilight laughs, a quiet but genuine thing, and Yor smiles through the blush on her cheeks.

When the soup is finished, Yor leaves him to rest again with a promise to come back later. Settling back under the covers, Twilight finds that sleep comes a lot easier when his mind is filled with thoughts of Yor instead of trying and failing to analyze mission reports.

Over the next few days he recovers under Yor’s watchful eye, slowly but surely. She brings him soup and tea, and Anya comes to sit on his bed in the evenings, reading chapters from Spy x Wars to him.

There’s something soothing about the fact that they care about him enough to look after him like this. It can’t last, and he knows it, but Twilight selfishly relishes it all - the tenderness in Yor’s touch when she puts her hand on his forehead to check for returning fevers, the way Anya does her best to help out, the way Yor checks in on him throughout the day.

He still feels a bit useless being bedridden and unable to take on his usual workload, but he does his best not to think of it as going soft, or overindulging in domesticity. The severity of his sickness this time is probably the result of years of never allowing himself to recover from illnesses properly. So he lets himself rest, and if those days spent recovering are some of the most peaceful days of his life, no one has to know.

A week or two after he’s healthy again, Anya comes home sneezing. When he starts sneezing as well a few days later, Twilight begins to wonder if perhaps he should take more vitamins and start working on fixing his sleep schedule.

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Hope it was a good read!!! I enjoyed writing it :D

[truly-morgan]

[Reigen has a terminal illness and hides it]

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho 100 06-04-2023

Having some Reigen angst morning thoughts:

Him being diagnosed with an illness that will be the death of him and he has at best only a handful of years left.

Yet he doesn't tell anyone, doesn't want to worry and burden anyone.

Like, maybe he had been struggling a bit nore already in the past months, but always brushed it off because it came and went. Although he's half forced to go by his employees when they botice he doesn't seem too good.

Then he get the result about his terminal illness.

And of course, he doesnt tell anyone.

Not his family, not that he'd know how to tell them to be quite honest. It seems like a lot of trouble to deal with.

He doesn't tell Serizawa, he doesn't need to worry about his boss when he's already focused on his night class.

Plus he doesnt quite trust the man wouldn't accidentally spill the bean.

He doesn't tell Tome, she's already occupied enough with her first semester and year of college, she doesnt need to worry about him.

He doesn't tell Ekubo, because he feels like the spirit would likely tell Mob.

And of course, he doesnt tell Mob. His little student is in his last yeard of high school, he should focuse on having fun, his finals and college application.

Something in Reigen hopes Mob will go to a college away from Seasojing City (contrary to Tome) so he can more easily hide it from him. He knows Mob would worry about him and would likely try helping him more, and he refuse to take away parts of Mob precious teenage Years because he's sick.

So instead he hides it from everyone. He doesn't need the people he cherish to worry over him, to feel sad or awkward around him because of it.

He wants to only leave good memories behind.

And at first it easy enough to hide.

If he's getting tired more easily, he just brushes it off as him getting old (even though he barely entered his 30's). And sometimes simply says he just stayed up too late the previous night.

But then sickness days comes more regularly and that is a bit hard to hide properly, making him look awfull. And there's only so many excuse he can give for that.

He still tries to reassure everyone, but even Reigen doesn't find his bullshiting convincing.

And he goes months not telling anyone, the uncertainty and awkwardness still settling in the office despite his attempt being the opposite of that.

and with time he also grows weaker, and thinner from his lack of appetite and his medication not helping that.

And everyone tries acting as if they were seeing nothing.

Until Mob simply snaps.

He snaps because Reigen lost consciousness as they were fighting against a spirit and nearly got himself gravely injured.

Snap because he now has months of frustration and worries piling up and he NEEDS to know what the fuck is happening with shisho.

and maybe he grows really quiet when Reigen finally admits it.

and then Mob looks mad. mad and sad "Did shisho ever plan to tell me? Did you think I would rather one day stop having you reply to me while I am away only to learn from someone else you died?

"Did you think I would be happier not knowing you are in pain, that I would be happier to not make proper goodbye if I can?"

emotional talk and angst, everyone around Reigen end up finding out too and they all do try to help him out as best they can, but also try to not overwhelm him with all this attention.

Maybe Mob decides to take a little break before going to college, so he can stay with Reigen and help him. Maybe Reigen feels guilty about it, because he didn't want this to happen.

But really, there's nothing that would change Mob's mind once he decided on something.

Also maybe havinghis precious Mob by his side in his last moment wouldn't be so bad...

(I just realised this was angst with a bit of comfort at the end lol, always need a little bit of comfort at least)

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[navibluebees]

I’m 19!

Im super curious about what is softie recom!reader was captured by the sullys when spider was taken.

Like on the way back to the village readers hands are tied and she sees how young the kids are like ‘are you kids hungery? I have snack!’

Or even ‘are you tired I can carry you!’

Thanks for letting me know <3 Oooh, I love the appreciation softie recom is getting! Since I've written Softie as GN until this point, I'll probably write this ask as GN as well.

Softie Recom - Hostage

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okay so I'm picturing it as the recoms snatched Spider and Jake ends up seeing you in the brush, you surrender pretty easily not being incredibly skilled in hand to hand combat yet. The Sully's take you with them back to High Camp.

100% Jake's got a grip around your bicep as Neytiri herds the kids along. TBH he's probably extremely confused as to why you gave up so easily, but he figures he'll figure it out soon enough.

Neytiri took Tuk and Kiri on her ikran, Neteyam took Lo'ak, and you were stuck with Jake. He tied a long flexible leaf over your eyes as a blindfold and after you climbed up, he pulled the cuffs from your belt and put them on you.

In the air, you swung your legs around a bit, feeling the breeze and Jake's all "What the hell are you doin'?" "Just happy to be flying. I never thought I could."

That leads to a discussion where you give him basic info about the recom program and how you weren't even a soldier before and this has given you a second chance in a healthier body. Your history resonates with him and he feels a bit of sympathy for you.

When you get to high camp, he pulls the blindfold off and you gape over the edge of where the ikrans land. Jake pulls you back before Neteyam's can slam into your face. He pulls you to a nearby rock and tells you to sit before he goes to talk with his inner circle about what to do next.

Tuk comes over and pokes at your vest, opening all the pouches to look inside. You hear her stomach gurgle and get a bit excited because FINALLY there's something you can do. "Do you want a snack? I know kids aren't supposed to take things from strangers, but well-" *raises cuffed hands*

Tuk digs around in your bag and pulls out the wrapped snacks, eyeing them warily. She's especially confused at the animal crackers and so you begin to explain about Earth animals

Kiri hovers nearby, watching the exchange, still hurt about Spider. She senses your kindness, though, and steps away only to return quickly with supplies to fix your cuts.

"Oh! You know first aid?" She laughs a bit at you and says, "A bit more than the basics."

Lo'ak and Neteyam are glaring from off to the side and start in on you, angrily. You hold your hands up, interrupting Kiri's work and say, "I don't even have a gun on me. I've never fought someone before. Not even today."

Eventually, all the kids are surrounding you, pawing through your pack and pulling out all the interesting things. Tuk is making a giraffe fly around.

Kiri is sniffing warily at a protein bar.

The boys are picking through each piece of tech they've recovered, including your damaged communication device.

After playing for a bit, I'm absolutely convinced that Tuk curls up and falls asleep on your feet.

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