#then the days I'm not around no one fucking cleans the table after themselves and I am still the one that gets called dirty and messy

[momochiiee-reblogs]

Being screamed at for things that aren't my fault seems to be a norm in this house

There's cookware scattered an dirty? Guess who gets blamed for it? The exact one that almost never has spoons for cooking in the first place

I live cleaning the trail after me so they won't have any reason to scream at me, but my brother leaves absolute messes behind him and the screams are for me

Fuck off

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 14: The Perfect Plan

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 6123 words.

A/N: Sorry for posting late. The power went out last night mid translation lmao. Third world country typa shit

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The gloom of the castle was welcoming. Infusing themselves with the darkness. Walking in a straight line on the crimson carpets in the company of a small candle was Uraume's favorite activity. They had from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m. to relax, watch around without the pressure of having the king on their shoulders while being consumed by their own thoughts. They didn't have to think or worry until the sun peeked over the mountains. It was just Uraume marching like a soldier throughout the castle alongside the army of curses that guarded the perimeter like hawks. 

Loud, determined footsteps caught their attention, igniting battle mode in their mind. A stowaway had infiltrated the castle without the curses noticing? Uraume quickly ran to find the source of the noise. A wild Yorozu who was out of her room after curfew. She had broken one of the most important rules of the castle. “What the fuck is she doing?” they thought, annoyed. 

Uraume was fed up with both sisters. They hated you for being so gentle and fragile to everyone when the king needed someone strong on his side, but it didn't compare to the abhorrence they felt for Yorozu. Uraume had never been so happy to lose a servant before. In the few weeks she was under his charge, she destroyed a set of dishes, stained a collection of tablecloths and turned the entire service staff against her. They tried everything to correct her insolent attitude, but nothing seemed to work. When the king dictated that Yorozu would be his apprentice, they didn't know whether to cry with happiness at having a new sorceress in the castle or worry about the king’s choices. 

“You know I never go against your will, my king,” Uraume said to the king as he reviewed documents on his desk. “But Yorozu is undisciplined, vulgar and dirty, as I mentioned in my reports. Of all the curses that would do anything to be your apprentice, you chose her? This time I don’t understand your decision,” they asked, confused by his actions. 

“I'm not doing it for me,” Sukuna confessed before sealing a receipt abruptly, a small maneuver to make Uraume understand that they were going too far with their voice tone. “I'm doing it for her.” 

“You're fucking lucky you're that one's sister,” Uraume thought as Yorozu walked towards them without fear the consequences. It was as if she was casually reuniting with an old friend in the park, she greeted them from afar waving her hand from side to side with a big smile printed on her face. 

“Good evening, Uraume,” Yorozu greeted enthusiastically.  

“You should be in your room. It's already past 10 o'clock,” Uraume reminded her. 

“I'm just going to look for my sister in the king's room,” the brunette explained. 

“A year of watching me like a hawk, and you know nothing about me?” For some reason, that comment you had made bothered them quite a bit. You couldn't be so complex to tell them something like that. You were just a simple fragile human like every other lady they ever met. There was nothing special about you or your sister. You were two open books with clear intentions. There was nothing you could hide in front of their nose. “That's impossible. She would never break such a simple rule.” Uraume set the candle down on the nearest table to remove their hands from the black cloak that wrapped around their body whenever night came. 

“I don't think you understand what happens to humans who go outside curfew,” Uraume warned her before placing his palm in front of her. 

“Wow, and I thought you liked me,” Yorozu scoffed with a confident smile, quickly understanding that a fight would start soon. 

“Not a bit,” Uraume admitted. 

They launched a flurry of sharp stalactites towards Yorozu. Her grinning opponent didn't hesitate to create her beetle armor. The emerald green exoskeleton glowed in golden hues against the torches illuminating the hallway. The stalactites hit Yorozu's armored body, so it only caused her to recoil from the impact. Uraume created two stalactites that served as swords for melee and took advantage of the recoil to run towards her. Quickly, they looked for an open area to fit his improvised weapon. Uraume snapped them in the neck area, but the ice shattered when it came in contact with the hard armor. Yorozu didn’t miss the open opportunity to kick her opponent in the abdomen, sending them flying to the other side of the hallway. 

“Is that all you've got?” Yorozu asked them before creating a sword with her technique to hit him back. 

Uraume generated a piece of dry ice thick enough for the sword to get stuck in it. Yorozu tried to pull it out, but his strength was not enough. Uraume spun the ice on its axis so that Yorozu let go and broke the piece of ice on her head. Yorozu recoiled from the massive blow she received. She could barely breathe under the mask from the tremendous knockout. Everything was spinning and she thought she was about to pass out. “Sister...” she prayed that you would appear at that instant to help her. Yorozu had consumed almost all her energy creating the armor and the heavy sword, but she couldn't give up. Not yet.

“Is that all you've got?” Uraume asked as they watched her with disdain as she gasped for her life against the wall. 

Yorozu screamed in rage as she created a knife and ran towards Uraume. If she was going to die that night, at least she would die fighting on her feet. They just looked at her with disappointment before blowing ice at her. Freezing her entire body instantly, leaving her head out so she could breathe. Yorozu screamed in desperation as she flailed like a worm in salt in order to escape, but all her attempts were in vain. Uraume reached over to slap her. The hollow sound echoed down the hallway, drawing the attention of some cursing. 

“Shut up, you'll wake the king,” they scolded her. 

“You can't do this to me, I'm the king's apprentice,” Yorozu threw a tantrum. Uraume slapped her again, now on the other cheek. 

“I told you to shut up,” Uraume repeated with a macabre smile. They were having fun watching the little sorceress agonize. 

“You're only doing this because you're jealous, aren't you!?” Yorozu tried to trigger them. 

“Jealous of whom?” Uraume asked, offended. “I would never be jealous of a filthy rat like you.”

Uraume held her tightly by the jaw, enough to mark their slender fingers against her pale skin from the extreme cold. Yorozu could do nothing against the experienced sorcerer. It was a pity that a fool had such extraordinary power. Uraume's smile widened as they watched their opponent shiver and complain from the cold. It was satisfying to see someone finally teach her a lesson. 

“Consider yourself lucky if you make it to the morning,” Uraume said, turning their back on Yorozu to walk away down the hallway. 

The sorceress screamed, pleaded and squirmed as she watched Uraume take the candle and continue the vigilance, completely ignoring her cry for mercy. “Don't worry, my sister will come back for me once she doesn't find me in her room.” Yorozu held up hope as she shivered. She was beginning to lose feeling in her fingers and gradually her touch as well. Her hair clung to the ice trying to avoid resting her chin against the ice. 

The sun peeked through the curtains, the fireplace had gone out and the crows were merrily singing a somber song. You awoke in the king's warm arms, just as they had fallen asleep. You wiped the drool that was subtly escaping from your mouth as you half-opened your eyes to see the golden clock on the nightstand. It wasn't long before the king would be awakened for breakfast, which meant you were late getting ready. You slipped out of Sukuna's arms, waking him slightly. 

“Good morning,” you whispered with a tired smile. 

“Morning your ass,” he grumbled before rolling over and covering his face with the blanket. “He can be really childish,” you thought with a chuckle.

You jumped off the giant bed to leave the room. As you opened the door, you ran into a shocked Uraume, who was about to knock on the door. They watched you with wide eyes and their mouth sweeping the floor. “Yorozu wasn't lying!” They thought as they realized that you had indeed spent the night in the king's room. Uraume could not believe that his king had lost his patience and decided to conceive his heir so soon.  

“Good morning, Uraume,” you greeted. “Why is he looking at me like that?” you asked in confusion. You smiled feigning innocence before passing by to run back to your room. 

Uraume just followed you with their sight, still perplexed by the situation. “Yeah I don't know you” they thought about what you had told him earlier as you watched yourself run down the hallway with your pink nightgown fluttering with each step. 

You walked down the hallways until you ran into a block of ice in the middle of the hallway. “Uraume punishing someone?” you thought as you got closer so you could see which servant it was. Your eyes widened at the sight of that brown hair you already knew so well, your sister was trapped in the ice. You called her name several times as your legs moved quickly towards her, but there was no response. Her eyes were closed, she was pale and her lips were blue. You patted her face a couple of times to wake her up, again, there was no response.

“No, no, no...”. You repeated desperately while tears threatened to escape from your eyes at the sight of the situation she was in.

You were in charge of protecting her and making her happy. You neglected her for one night and she ended up being frozen. Who knows how long she had been stranded there. You touched her neck to find her pulse, she was weak, but still alive. You looked around for some tool that could help you get your sister out of her whereabouts, but you first came across a sword that was stuck in a half-thawed block of ice. You tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. You grabbed the sword by the handle and pulled it towards you with all your might, but the weapon would not budge. You kept pulling until your eyes were fixed on the area that was connected against the ice. You stopped pulling to try to do the opposite. You slammed the sword against the point and the block of ice split in two, allowing you to grab the frozen weapon. 

With a breath of relief, you carried the heavy one to the block of ice where your sister was and whipped the sword against the ice. Between groans and sweat from the effort, you smashed the chunk of ice that enveloped your sister to her slow death. Cut after cut, you removed pieces of ice, taking care not to hurt her by accident. 

To your random luck, a large albino dragon with yellow eyes struck the ice with its large forehead. It destroyed the remaining ice with one strong impact, enough to get your sister out of there. Without letting the shock consume you, you hurried to get Yorozu out of the ice to take her to the nearest bathroom to bathe her in hot water. 

“Put her on the muzzle,” Kenjaku said behind you. Quickly, you picked up that he was the one controlling the beast. “Since when has he been standing there?” The dragon opened its maw for you to lay your sister on its blue tongue. It didn't seem like a good idea to you. “Trust me, she'll be fine,” he earnestly indicated to you in the face of the emergency.  

Not having much choice, you placed your sister on his tongue. The white-furred dragon closed its almost human snout carefully so as not to close it completely to make its way to the nearest room. Snaking with the help of its human arms at great speed between the hallways. Kenjaku reached out to take your hand. 

“Come on, let's go treat her,” he said before running off at an average speed, following the dragon as he pulled you along with him. You just followed his orders. 

Sukuna laughed out loud as soon as Uraume reported the consequences Yorozu had suffered for going out after curfew. It was obvious that would happen. She was so stubborn that she knew perfectly well that at some point she would break some of the castle rules, she didn't think she would be foolish enough to break curfew. Sukuna kept laughing as Uraume's confusion grew. She covered her mouth to finally get her laughter under control. Everything was going according to plan.

“Usually I can usually figure out what his plans are quickly, but not lately. I can tell Yorozu annoys you, just kill her like any other inept servant,” Uraume told him as he watched the king change into his elegant clothes. 

“You know why I can't kill her,” he explained as he wrapped the ribbons around his waist around his kimono. 

“Can't you really kill her because she is her sister?” Uraume questioned him, it seemed absurd that that was the reason. There must be something behind it. 

“That's exactly why.” Sukuna smiled broadly before pulling the ribbons, accentuating his figure.

“I don't understand.” Uraume sighed. “The king sure is a strange curse,” they thought, giving up. 

“Patience, Uraume. I only ask for your patience.” Sukuna ruffled their hair before moving to withdraw. “She will die soon, I assure you.” Sukuna gave her one last confident smile before leaving to go to get breakfast. The satisfied smile reappeared on her face. Everything was going according to plan. 

The pearl dragon gently set Yorozu down on the tub filled with hot water. Between you and Kenjaku, you removed the bright green armor and the white dress that saved her life. Without those two items, your sister would not have had a chance to survive the morning. Despite being surrounded by warm water, her skin still felt cold. It would take some time for her body to return to its normal temperature. 

“She looks awful,” Kenjaku mentioned as he returned the dragon to his body, forming a crystalline blue sphere under his sleeve. “I say you should kill her already,” he advised. 

“Kenjaku!” You scolded him. Your eyes threatened him like a whip. “I would never do that, she's my sister.”

“Don't tell me you don't even think about…” 

“Enough!” You exclaimed, annoyed. Kenjaku was startled by the frustrated shout. “Don't even think about finishing that sentence!”

“I was just saying.” Kenjaku shrugged. “That's the first time I've seen her so annoyed,” he thought as he analyzed her.

While Sukuna was constantly watching you, Kenjaku was analyzing you. He didn't do it with bad intentions. He wanted to get to know you better, how you act when he is not in your presence. He was making mental notes of things you could improve on. That's why he hadn't helped you take out your sister before. He was surprised to see you pull the sword out of the ice block with minimal effort, wield that sword as if you had ever held one before in your life and cut the ice precisely so as not to hurt your sister. You were special, that much was clear, but there was something else. 

“I have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have time,” you told him while you took a bowl to wet your sister's head while untangling her long hair with your fingers. “I will kill anyone but my sister. I will protect her at all costs,” you promised her as you looked into her closed eyes. 

“You are such a good person,” Kenjaku replied dryly. “That will only get you killed. He told you before he left. He had to investigate what was going on with you.

You held the bowl tightly to restrain yourself from throwing it at his head when he wasn’t looking. As he disappeared from your sight, you let go of the bowl, letting it float away as if it were a raft. You were fed up. Sick of living in constant fear of surviving in the miserable hole that was the castle. Sick of dealing with your sister's stubbornness. Sick of feeling like you had to deal with a thousand things at once. You needed a break. Even though you had advantages over any of the other inhabitants of the castle, mentally you were worse off than ever. You just wanted this nightmare to be over soon.

Salty tears fell softly on the warm water. You saw yourself in the subtle rippling reflection, tried to fake a smile, but you weren't in the mood for that. You hated having to be stronger than you really were in order to resist the urge to commit suicide by living among corpses. You held your forehead to take a short break from it all. A short break from the king, Kenjaku, Uraume, your sister, the servants, from everyone, absolutely everyone. 

You decided to go to your happy place. The warmth of his arms, the close beating of his heart and his soft nightly purr. You felt welcome and safe despite being nestled in the bosom of a genocidal man. It was true that he was full of hate and evil, but last night he was just a man nervous to be in front of a naked woman. Someone who was just hatching out of her shell to give you affection. You hugged yourself to try to replicate the effect he made you feel, but it didn't work. Your arms were much, much thinner in comparison.  

Water splashed as the fingers of your sister's hand began to move. You wiped away your tears to greet her with joy that she was now okay. Her eyes squeezed shut as she grew accustomed to the light as you inspected her. Yorozu had never woken up to such a horrible sight. His blood rushed to his head with anger. This was the last person she wanted to see. 

“Yorozu!” You exclaimed, happy to see her alive. 

Instead of greeting you with a smile as she always used to, Yorozu looked at you with pure hatred. She latched on to the edge of the tub to launch herself at you in a direct attack. She knocked you to the ground to reach your neck to choke you. You grabbed her wrists tightly to fight against her will. 

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed confused when you saw the clear homicide attempt. 

“You were going to kill me!” Yorozu exclaimed angrier than ever. 

“Of course not! What the fuck are you talking about?!” You asked her before throwing her to the side to get her off of you. 

“But you thought it, Kenjaku said so!” Yorozu barely got up on shaky legs. 

“It's a misunderstanding! I would never dare to even think about it! You're my little sister!” You exclaimed as you looked at her with “believe me” eyes. 

“Pretend to be the good one all you want, but we both know you're a piece of shit inside!” Yorozu approached you at a strong pace to attack you again. You backed off because you didn't want to fight someone who had recently gained consciousness. 

“I'm sorry I'm not perfect, Yorozu, but I do everything I can to protect you. I would never hurt you on purpose,” you explained, dodging her attack attempts. 

Yorozu stopped in mid-stride to laugh hysterically at your answer. You had never seen her like that before. It was as if someone or something had taken over her body. Her irrational way of acting was starting to scare you.

“Protect me? You protecting me?!” Yorozu exclaimed. “Where were you last night?!” she exclaimed, annoyed. 

You swallowed dryly as you remembered the answer. Feeling guilty that you had spent the night in the king's arms while your sister was freezing to death, but you hadn't meant to. You had told her to stay in your room, but you knew you would never convince her that it was her fault. Everything bad that happens to her is your fault. You were starting to get sick of it too. It was getting harder and harder to protect her. 

“The king ordered me to spend the night with him,” you admitted. 

“You're a fucking bitch,” Yorozu barked before he lunged at you to hit you. 

Having only just regained consciousness, she wasn't so quick. You moved out of the way to dodge her and ran for the exit. Yorozu tried to chase you, but you slammed the door in his face. She was banging hard on the door with his shoulder to open it, but you pressed your back against it so he couldn't get out. You pulled a chair that was within your reach to block the door. You sighed from exhaustion before sitting down on the bed in the empty guest room. 

“You lying bitch! You said you would only talk to him!” she exclaimed with loud knocks on the door. 

“I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, but I can't let you sacrifice your life like that,” you explained while making sure your sister didn't leave. She had to calm down. 

“Why not? I want to do it! You don't even like the king!” Yorozu exclaimed, hitting the door with a rubber hammer she created with the little energy in his body. Thankfully the doors were thick enough not to succumb easily to the tool. 

“Sorry. I changed my mind,” you said softly. 

Yorozu's thrashing stopped as he understood that the situation had changed. He didn't know what had happened last night, but he knew he wouldn't be pleased to find out. Yorozu cried out in frustration as he pounded on the door with the hammer. 

“It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!” She exclaimed in annoyance. “I want to be with the king! That's all I want in life!” 

It hurt you to hear her like that, but you knew you couldn't let it happen. Little by little you could see how she was self-destructing under her own weight, she would never be able to withstand the pressure of being accountable to the great king Sukuna, the king of curses. You sighed as you listened to her throw her terrible tantrum. 

“I'm sorry, but it's the only thing I won't give you. It's for your own good,” you told her before walking away from the situation. “Please calm down and recover your energy. I will ask one of the servants to bring you breakfast.” 

You walked as fast as you could with a firm step to get to your room to get ready for the day, despite what had happened you had to fulfill your obligations for the day. Once you closed the door behind you, you were alone. The world crumbled over you. You collapsed to the floor before letting out a high-pitched cry of frustration as wild tears rolled down your cheeks. Your fingernails scraped the ground in search of something to hold on to. Your chest heaved up and down from spasms from crying. You couldn't breathe properly because your nose was clogged with mucus. Why was everything so hard? Why couldn't you have a normal sister who liked any man? Why were you in this situation? If only you had stayed a simple maid, this wouldn't be happening. You were trying to do everything right, but something always had to go wrong. You hated that it had to come to this point, only now was not the time to give up. You just needed this moment alone to vent your pain. 

Sukuna ate breakfast alone for the first time in a long time. It was understandable, you were too busy with your sister to sit at the table to eat with him. He hated it, but he would let it go this time. Seeing no one at the table by the time Uraume brought the food, he just got up to head to his office. The servants looked at him in disbelief as this was the first time this had happened. Uraume looked at him in surprise. They thought his eyes would pop out from opening them so wide during the day.

Sukuna calmly sipped his human blood tisane as he looked out the window. From the cherry-colored sky, the patches of green grass that appeared between the snow, and the few birds that flew over the landscape, he knew that spring was approaching. The season of good beginnings and fertility. If everything went according to plan, he would try to conceive his heir in three more months. Someone knocked on the door, ruining his little moment of peace. He sat at the desk to look busy and gave permission for the person to pass. It was Kenjaku.

“A little bird told me that you spent a nice night with the young lady.” Kenjaku smiled flirtatiously, trying to make the king blush.

“Nice is one way to describe it,” he said, downplaying it.

“Maybe hot is a better definition?” Kenjaku raised his eyebrow flirtatiously. Sukuna raised his fingers, making Kenjaku raise his hands in surrender for fear of being killed at that moment. “I was just joking,” he excused himself. “I just want to know if the books were of any use to you.”

“I didn't even finish reading the first one,” Sukuna admitted before taking a sip of his tea.

“So, I imagine you have a lot of questions for me,” Kenjaku asked excitedly.

“No, really, Y/n explained everything to me,”

“Ah…” The master thought dejectedly. “Really? I'm surprised she knows about such things. I think I was wrong to assume she was a virgin.” The king raised his eyebrow.

“Virgin? What does that mean?” Sukuna asked.

“That she has been subjugated by another man before you,”. Kenjaku answered.

Sukuna squeezed the cup hard enough to break it into a thousand pieces, spilling the hot, reddish liquid over his white clothes. Sukuna didn't understand love, but he did understand control. He was jealous of that imaginary man who once had you in his possession. Who was that man you once obeyed? Who had the pleasure of having you for himself and losing you completely?

"There's some tea in your…" His servant tried to tell him, afraid of the consequences of telling him the truth.

“I know,” Sukuna shushed him. “Is that all? I have to change my clothes.” He reluctantly stood up from his seat.

“I actually came to give you some very good news. I discovered something very interesting this morning,” Kenjaku explained. “Miss Y/n may have a technique.” Sukuna immediately sat down in his seat, completely interested in what the master had to tell him.

“Continue.” The king raised his eyebrow at his uncertainty.

“I still don't know much about it, since I just found out this morning. The only thing I do know is that it has to do with object manipulation. That's why she's good at handling weapons she's never worked with,” Kenjaku explained.

“Was it because of Yorozu?” Sukuna asked him.

“That's right,” the lesser curse nodded. “My hypothesis is that emotions play a big part in her technique. It's most likely an innate technique, so only she will know how to deal with it," he explained.

"It's most likely also a family thing. Yorozu manipulates materials to her liking, it may be directly related to that," Sukuna opined.

"I'll look more into it, I just wanted to let you know, my king." Kenjaku bowed before moving on to leave.

Sukuna covered the big smile on his face. This was going perfectly, according to plan, too perfectly. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to form the great panorama that awaited him. He just had to let his white pieces act on their own and soon he would have what he wanted: castling*.

Unable to break down the door, Yorozu had no choice but to rest in the hot tub to regain strength. Her entire body rested except for her jaw from the stress of the whole situation. She couldn't believe that her own sister had betrayed her. The sister who wanted to protect her precious king. Why couldn't she just let her do whatever she wanted?! If she became queen, he would reward her by letting her go back to her sisters. It was a win-win, but now it seems she really wants to be queen.

“Ugh!” Yorozu kicked the water, spilling it over the bathroom floor.

Everything was so complicated. Everything was spinning around in her head, but something in particular wouldn't leave his mind. “I have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have time” she quoted what you had told Kenjaku while she was recovering. It was strange. Why did you have to kill someone and why did you have a deadline? You would never kill someone of your own free will, someone must have asked you to. “The king most likely”, she thought about an answer. Now she had to know why he had asked you. The king is so strong and big that he can kill anyone whenever he wants. Why would he ask you to do his dirty work for him?

“Wait!” A lightbulb went off in her mind. “Is that why you two haven't married?” Yorozu had an eureka moment.

If her assumption was right, she had to act right then. She jumped out of the tub to look at herself in the mirror, she didn't look bad at all for having spent the whole night on a piece of ice. She created her beetle armor arm to knock down the door with a bang. She undid it so she wouldn't get dizzy, she was barely recovering. She went out skipping with happiness. "I'm going for that crown, sis!" she thought happily.

She arrived at the king's room after looking for him in his office. One of the servants, blushing at the sight of her bare breasts, told her that the king had stained his clothes. She knocked on the door three times and the king opened it, disappointed that it was her. Yorozu blushed from head to toe when she saw him with only a towel around his waist. She had interrupted him while he was getting ready again after having stained himself, he had just finished washing.

"I see you survived," Sukuna said, crossing his arms. "How can you live after losing to Uraume?" I asked him why he felt ashamed, but I doubted that word existed in his vocabulary when I noticed that she was completely naked.

"They are a great sorcerer, hard to beat," she admitted with a pout.

"What do you want here?" Sukuna asked her directly.

"Why hasn't he married my sister?" I asked her.

"What do you care about that?" Sukuna answered reluctantly for meddling in other people's personal affairs.

“Is it because she hasn't killed anyone yet?” Yorozu asked him with a gleam in her eyes.

“She told you?” The king frowned.

“No. I figured it out myself,” she said proudly. Sukuna leaned against the large door frame that was custom made for him like the rest of the castle.

“I see. And what will you do with that information?” He was interested in her answer.

“If I kill someone before her, can I become the queen?” Sukuna opened his eyes at the sudden confession.

And that was how he realized what Yorozu was hiding all this time. She was acting like his powerful apprentice so she could win his heart and give her the position he had offered her sister. Even though she was not a saint of his devotion, he liked that fierce part of her. It's a rare trait in women of her type.

“Fine. You have 6 days to kill her.” Sukuna agreed. Yorozu's eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Yes, my king! I'll kill the first one I find on the way!” She said excitedly.

“Did you not hear well?” The king growled angrily. He approached her level to face her. “I told your sister that she could kill anyone because that alone is complicated for her. You, on the other hand, have a cursed technique, so I must give you a challenge.”

Yorozu's eyes widened as she had the king so close to her face. He had never approached her like that. Her heart began to beat a thousand times an hour while her body tensed with emotion. It was difficult to focus when he was hypnotizing her with his eyes.

“You must kill your sister, do you understand?” Sukuna repeated slowly so she would understand.

"Yes, my king," she said between stammers.

“Well, let me know when you do it. It will be interesting to see.” Sukuna raised his torso to look down at her with superiority.

“I will do it tomorrow when I regain my energy, my king,” Yorozu warned him with a blush on his cheeks. “I will not let you down!” He said goodbye before returning to his room with excitement.

Sukuna followed his sister-in-law's bouncing butt until he lost sight of her to close the door and see Mrs. Inoue who was hiding behind it during the entire conversation. The poor woman had heard the conversation, since she was the unfortunate enough person in charge of cleaning him on that occasion. The poor woman trembled like a pudding in an earthquake after hearing the grim conversation. They were about to kill her best friend, she had to do something! 

“Don't you have something to do?” Sukuna opened the door to the woman. She immediately understood the task that had been assigned to her.

“I'll go tell her right now!” The lady exclaimed before running off as fast as her chubby legs would allow her. He held the smile again, it was too early to celebrate. Everything was going according to plan, all that was left was for the tower to switch places with the king.

You were reading one of the hundreds of books that Kenjaku had left you as homework next to the giant window. The afternoon was slowly falling, darkening first on the horizon and then slowly eating up the sky. You repeated the same sentence over and over again as if you couldn't concentrate. You kept thinking about your sister and what to do with her. The first idea was to get her out of the castle, but neither Sukuna nor she would allow that. The second idea was to lock your sister up for life. The third idea was to throw yourself into the jaws of the three-headed bear. You stuck your head in the book as you lost all concentration.

“Miss!” Mrs. Inoue's scream caught your attention. “Miss!” She exclaimed again before entering the library. Her voice was broken and her body was shaking. You quickly approached her to give her a chair to sit on.

“What's wrong?! Are you okay?!” You asked her worriedly as soon as she sat down.

“It's…! “The filth”, I mean, your sister!” She answered with her voice broken from running all over the castle.

“My sister?! What's wrong with her?!” That worried you even more. You knelt down in front of her to look at her face.

“Nothing's wrong with her,” she said, catching your breath. “But your life is in danger. Tomorrow she's going to kill you in front of the king.” Your heart almost stopped at that moment.

“No... It can't be... She's just exaggerating because she's angry.” Mrs. Inoue slapped you when you were in denial.

“Wake up, kid!” Mrs. Inoue pinched your cheeks. “It's like when they offered us an escape route at the harvest! I heard from her own mouth that she's going to take everything from you! The reign, the husband, the life, everything! Everything is clearer than water!” Mrs. Inoue announced, paranoid.

So that's how it was? You weren't sad anymore, you were more furious than ever. You clenched your fists tightly. Yorozu had chosen a terrible tyrant over her own sister? Well, you were about to choose the same to teach her the lesson of her life.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Inoue. I’ll take care of it.” You smiled at her, placing your hand on her back to reassure her.

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[aayakashii]

I wrote this in like 2 hours so I apologize if it's bad but!!! I was struck with inspiration and had to write it + I am a sucker for fics abt dancing because I'm a dancer so ✋️ ANYWAYS

Pairing: Romeo Lucci x MC

Tags: PINING; romeo doesnt accept his feelings; gender neutral MC; the song that is mentioned in this fic is this one

the house never loses

The casino had closed for the night.

Fragments of life were scattered on the floor – pieces of glass, candy wrappers, dirtied pills, crushed beer cans.

Romeo curled his lips in disgust.

Everyone was distasteful. Brute, graceless little things that only served to be his source of income. Couldn't even clean up after themselves, the mindless sheep, blinded by the possibility of being rich quickly.

He wasnt really one to judge, but at least he was smart.

He knew he had to win. He had to be the dealer, the house, no matter the situation. He would never be the customer.

That was how things fall apart.

You lose control, someone else pull the strings of your life and then you trip – and fall. And lose, lose, lose. One bet after the other, golden coins falling through the cracks of the floor underneath you, forever out of reach.

No, he couldn't be anything else besides the dealer, he wouldn't allow otherwise. He had his family as a bitter example of steps he should not follow.

Still, under this position of power, he saw all the grimy beings that walked on this godforsaken place – traitors and hypocrites that tried to hide their greed behind a mask – and he hated them all.

"Dirty pricks that can't even pick up after themselves", he thought, kicking another empty beer can.

He wouldn't clean it, however. Obviously. He had his pawns to do that for him and today, specifically, he had the worthless honor student do that job for him.

He sighed, massaging his forehead to ease the wrinkle between his brows.

"Honor, my ass", he mumbled, remembering how they messed up yet another prototype order earlier that day, which landed them the merciless job of cleaning the casino after it was closed.

Romeo clicked his tongue, remembering the faces of the rest of the staff once they realized they would have a night off at the expense of someone else.

In the end, it was a dog eat dog situation. He wouldn't be surprised if people started sabotaging them just to get more days off. He put this sudden conclusion at the back of his mind, patting himself on the back for being so smart and way ahead of everyone around him. Then, he stepped on a cigarette butt and stained the burgundy carpet with its ashes.

"Where the fuck is that basic bitch?" he groaned, kicking the cigarette butt under one of the poker tables, maneuvering faster between all the stools, readying himself to give them the scolding of a lifetime.

He expects excellency from himself – it's only natural he expects the same from everyone around him, although this habit always seems to leave him disappointed.

Romeo's ears perked up as he stomped his way towards the back of the casino.

It housed the bar area, with a small stage for (now rare) jazz performances – after Sinostra was banned from leaving the campus, it also meant people from outside were also banned from coming in. Believe it or not, there aren't many jazz musicians among university students.

The bar stood behind matte glass doors that kept the sound muffled for those that wanted to drown their sorrows away after losing one too many games.

Romeo made his way to the entrance of the bar, as his ears picked up a few stray music notes coming from the inside of the place. He readied himself to scold whatever student was inside after closing hours – after all, if they wanted to use the space, then they should pay for it. It's only obvious.

He opened the door quietly, in order to catch them by surprise, squinting as he tried to assess who was inside despite the permanent mist of cigarette smoke that hung in the air.

The song came from a phone that stood on the bar counter, the words too jumbled and distorted by the busted speakers, but with a melancholy that touched him still.

He opened his mouth to call out whoever was inside, yet the words stuck on his tongue like cheap candy.

The first thing he saw were the arms.

The arms moved slowly, as if they were swimming in honey. Fingers grasped the thick air that surrounded them and seemed to mold it into a silk veil that surrounded their body.

Then, he saw the legs.

Softly, silently, they carried their body through slow twirls. They lifted one of them up, bare foot en pointe, landing it graciously to once again turn around themselves.

And finally, he saw their face.

Eyes half lidded in pure concentration, they saw nothing but the world they created for themselves as they danced.

The words died inside Romeo's mouth as he saw his worthless honor student dance to the song.

He gulped harshily as he watched them grab their own chest, suffering silently for some estranged lover they were probably seeing in their mind's eye as they danced.

Romeo felt his own heart race, his purple eyes going red and teary as he tried not to blink, so he wouldn't miss any moment. His stomach twisted inside out – or, at least, it was how he felt it – as he wondered if they were thinking of anyone specific while they looked so desperately in love.

His breath hitched at the thought and he discarded it in a pile of things he would rather not think about, on the corners of his mind.

They threw their arms out slowly, as if they wanted to hug the entire world – or fly away from it, only to lose it all while they bring their hands to their face, in theatrical despair.

Romeo wondered how it would feel to be the one in between their arms and loved so desperately, and the thought was too big, to persistent to be put aside.

His hands twitched as he tried to take a step inside and ask who was it that they thought of as they ran their hands on their lips and body, but as he heard the song grow into its highest peak, Romeo instinctively closed the door, before he could see whether or not that secret performance would have a happy ending or a sad one.

He rested his head against the glass, feeling the coolness of it spread on his flushed face.

Romeo put his hand against his heart, feeling the fast beats in contrast with the muffled and slow ending of the song inside, and breathed deeply, realizing he had been holding his breath like a predator does with a prey on the wild.

"Romeo?" their voice sounded shaky and scared, as if they had just been caught committing a crime. As if they were his prey.

Romeo cleared his throat and opened the door once again, this time fierce and quickly.

"Ah, there you are, you BB." they winced as he yelled the insulting abbreviation "I was looking for you. Didn't you see how dirty the casino is? You are supposed to clean everything, not just this place."

Romeo saw as they pursed their lips, looking down, an expression of annoyance and sadness making itself clear on their face.

"I- I know. I was just finishing here." They lied, dejected.

"Well. I expect this place to be spotless by tomorrow. I don't care if you need to spend all night here. Just do your job!"

"Yes, Romeo." they sighed loudly, picking up a broom, and then walked briskly past him, frustratingly avoiding him as much as possible.

Deep inside, however, he knew he couldn't possibly blame them. Not with the venom he spits on their face at every single encounter.

Romeo kept looking inside of the room, staring at the phone they left on the bar counter, consciously refusing to observe them as they walked somewhere else inside the casino.

He refused to look at them as they moved graciously between the tables; refused to think about the faint scent of vanilla mixed with cigarette and sweat on their body; refused to acknowledge his racing heart; and refused to look them in their eyes for too long.

Romeo refused to lose control of his own strings.

After all, he was the dealer, he was the house.

He wasn't supposed to lose.

[sturniololoco]

I KNOW YOURE CLEANING OUT YOUR INBOX BUT I WAS THINKING AFTER THE TRIPLETS NEW VID TODAY

SLS where reader and chris are the only two who dont test positive for covid, so they have to hunker down in chris’ room together. except, her and chris arent as close as her and nick and her and matt, so they disagree and argue a bit before they make up and bond <33

Covid

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Sick, language, fighting, etc.

SLS/N's POV

Nick got covid right after last week's Friday video, then passed it on to Matt, so they both have to quarantine by themselves. Chris and I were still standing though, but now we had to quarantine together in his room, in the hope of avoiding the sickness.

"Hey, guys. As you know Nick got covid and now Matt has it now. So I'm stuck with this goofball until they all feel better," Chris said to the vlog.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my AirPods in my ears, not wanting to put up with his shit at the moment.

Chris and I aren't as close as I am with Matt and Nick. I'm not sure why though, I guess I just drift to people who aren't annoying little grimlins every time you try and talk to them.

-

It was finally dark outside and it was time for bed. after a day of hearing Chris talk and talk and talk into a camera has made my head began to throb.

But I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.

Chris was playing fortnight with Matt right now, and being extremely loud while doing it, banging on the table and screaming our strings of cuss words.

I walk over to his closet, yawning, pulling out one of his fresh Love hoodies and throwing it on, leaving the hood on. I snuggle under Chris's covers, getting warm, and being so tired that I fell fast asleep in the middle of my brothers bed, even with him screaming in the background.

Chris's POV

"Alright man, I'm tired as fuck. I'm signing off." I heard Matt say through my headset. I told him I loved him, then turned off my PC.

After throwing on some sweats and a sleep shirt, I walk over to my bed, ready to crash.

But I stop once I see SLS/N laying in the middle, snuggled up in one of my hoodies that was too big for her.

I couldn't help but thinking how adorable she looked, snapping a picture then sending it to Matt and Nick.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I was just gonna lift her really fast. I snaked my arms up under her and picked her up bridal style before laying down with her in my lap.

As I pulled the blankets up, I hear her mumble something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling close into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, drifting to sleep myself.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up this morning to the pounding headache that hadn't gone away over night like I hoped. I opened my back pack full of things I brought from my room and pulled out my emergency bottle of Tylenol, I climbed back into bed, popping two in my mouth.

Chris was still asleep, but I really wanted to snuggle up into his warmth like last night. I don't know why, but it felt so good getting cuddles from him. Probably because we don't hang out enough for me to ever get some on the regular.

I ever so gently lifted his arm, crawling under it before letting it go. I felt him stir as his hand hit the mattress and look up just in time to see him blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean too wake you up." I mumbled, kind of embarrassed.

"Its fine, I promise. Are you okay?" He asked, probably seeing the squint my face was making due to the throbbing in my head.

I shrugged and told him my head still hurt like a bitch.

"Well why don't you do your covid test then hop in the shower while you wait, The hot water will probably help your head." He said, reaching over to his night stand to grab a new test.

-

I hop out of the shower and change into some sweats and one of Chris's big t-shirts, then immediately go and check my test.

I reads negative, as does the one next to it which I assume is Chris's. I sigh in relief, not wanting to get sick at all.

-

I walk into Chris’s bedroom to see him scrolling on his phone in his bed. l’m surprised when I see him put his phone down and open his arms for a cuddle. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, the awkwardness only lasting half a second.

“hey sissy?” I hear him mumble quietly into my hair. I hum in response. He clears his throat thickly and I can hear the emotion in his throat.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad we got to spend this time with you. I love you so so much and that will never change.”

I look up to see a tear fall from his eye, but he quickly whipes it away. I feel my own tears coming and I snuggle up close into his chest.

“That was cringey.” I say, laughing out a sob. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Nonsense ft. SatoSugu

Just a bunch of random and absolutely unrelated drabbles/scenarios that I think are so Gojo and Geto coded X Reader. Fluff, fluff, fluff!

CW/TW: mentions of alcohol | profanity/strong language | vandalism | slight angst | weird stuff lol | fluffy af | i'm sorry if i had more for gojo lol Word Count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

GOJO

宇宙 (Universe)

You and Satoru, you were just like this.

“You’ll lose this time for sure.”

“You wish.”

“My eyes are kinda dry today.”

“Excuses.”

“Do you smell that?” He sniffed.

“The cookies are going to burn. I should probably take them out of the oven.”

“If you look away, you lose.” His mouth slightly curved upwards on the sides in a smirk.

“No fair!”

“Go take them out. The smoke detectors will go off if you don’t.”

“Okay.” You blinked.

“You lose!” he gloated.

“You little fucker.”

Staring contests. It’s a common thing where Satoru, the colossal brat, and you are concerned. You two would stare into each other’s eyes for long periods of time, your games sometimes lasting for as long as hours with neither willing to relent and admit defeat. You waste time like this on the regular like you had nothing better to do, swearing that one day you’d both go blind. You complain to each other when your eyes start hurting after then your banters would continue with your eyes screwed shut.

You don’t do it with anybody but him. It’s just something you two do. It’s like this thing that you cannot bring yourself to do unless it’s with him. Just him. It’s fucking weird and stupid, really, from the outside looking in anyway. You were both silly. Kinda stupid, too. Anybody who had the unfortunate fate to witness you two interact would think so.

You don’t know about stupid, but you liked these staring games with Satoru.

In those clear, glorious blue eyes, you see your whole world.

~*~

Good Morning

You trudge out of bed once your alarm goes off and start with your daily morning routine, usually ending it by grabbing breakfast.

It wasn’t a particularly good morning for you, feeling like you’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, so when you saw your cereal box on the topmost shelf, you couldn’t help but grumble out loud, cursing your petite physique when you realized you had to go through the trouble of pulling a chair from the dining area to the pantry to get it.

However, before you could move from where you were standing, staring up at the seemingly unreachable cereal box, you felt something, or rather someone, warm press against your back, and over your shoulder, a hand reached for the very object you were trying to get.

You turned around but immediately regretted it when you found Satoru standing just meager inches away from you, snow-white hair in an attractive disarray and his blue eyes bleary. He set down the cereal box by the sink, blinking at you adorably. You were trapped between his arms, frozen in place when he moved even closer.

“I told you to call me when you needed something from the top shelves,” his voice thick with sleep.

“Y-yes, but I was just -”

“Uh-uh, no buts.”

“Why is my cereal even on the top shelf?”

“I put it there ‘cause you left it lying around on the counter.”

You shrugged, realizing that he was just cleaning up after you. You turned away from him, taking note of how he still hadn’t taken his hands off the sink top. “Thank you, Satoru, but why are you insisting on this anyway?” you asked.

Instead of an answer, you felt a pair or arms snaking around your waist. Satoru then rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Satoru -”

His arms tightened around you possessively. “So I can be close to you every morning.”

~*~

My Dork

You lined up to order coffee at the counter. You were second in the queue, while third in line were a couple of freshmen girls, giggling and whispering amongst themselves as they glanced at one particular direction.

Following their line of vision, you saw that they were looking at the guy sitting at the corner table by the glass walls. He was softly smiling down at his phone, his silvery white locks falling over his eyes.

“Oh my god, look at those dimples!” one of the girls said, while the other said, “He’s so dreamy.”

You suppressed laughter when they caught you staring, too. They looked at you as if they were expecting your input so you said, “Yeah, Gojo Satoru’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”

They both nodded with bright goo-goo eyes, repeating his name. All that was missing was for them to drool.

“He’s a dork though,” you said with a fond smile, facing forward as it was your turn, but you didn’t miss the questioning looks on their faces. You finally placed your order and made your way to where Satoru was sitting.

“Looks like you made some friends,” he commented as you were sitting down.

You looked behind you and saw the shocked look on their faces. “I was just telling them what a dork you are.”

He pouted at you then. “You’re mean.”

“Well, baby, I’m just telling them the truth.”

“Do you really think I’m a dork?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hands on either of his cheeks, grinning as you gently squeezed. “My adorable dork.”

~*~

For Suguru

For some reason you cannot comprehend, Gojo Satoru always seems to make your blood boil. You thought it was natural since you were the polar opposite of each other. He’s popular among people, you weren’t. He’s a social butterfly, you abhorred humanity, well, slightly. He’s all smiles and happiness, radiating sunshine while you were quick-tempered and melancholic, surrounded with black miasma that made flowers wither on your path. You couldn’t be more different.

You only had one thing in common and that is your seemingly undying affection for Geto Suguru. The boy was all you cared about outside your family, but then Satoru came into the picture, all smiles and literally glowing. Your world turned upside down from that moment, but since it made Suguru happy, Satoru became a part of it all.

As time progressed, you both learned to tolerate one another especially after you argued in front of your common best friend that one time, realizing for the first time that you and Satoru opposed one another. Suguru decided to be Switzerland.

In truth, you didn’t really have reason to hate Satoru and honestly thought he did not really hate you either. For a while, you thought it was because you had competition where Suguru’s affection and attention were involved, but then you realized it was only because you were jealous of everything that the boy was, embodying everything that wasn’t you.

“That’s the third one!” you screamed at Satoru after popping the third balloon in a row. You were preparing for a surprise to celebrate Suguru’s birthday but he was just proving to be a hindrance despite being the one who initiated the idea.

He pouted, his lower lip jutting out. “Sorry…”

Ugh! He was adorable, too, you lamented in your mind.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and continued to stick the banner to the wall when you heard another pop, startling you. You paused, taking in a deep breath, about to say that three-word sentence you kept saying to him.

You quickly turned around. “You’re so anno -”

You were not able to say anything further as a pair of lips covered yours, your eyes becoming wide when you realized that Satoru was kissing you, his azure eyes drooping close as you blinked in disbelief.

The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it was enough to make a train wreck out of your brain and an even bigger mess of your heart, stuttering in your chest in a weird staccato. “You…”

Satoru leaned his forehead against yours, his hands snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer. Just then, he opened his eyes to meet yours.

“I’m annoying, I know.” He sighed. “You don’t fail to remind me.”

You tried to step back but he wouldn’t let you. “L-let go, Satoru,” you stuttered.

He had a stubborn look about him as he shook his head in response. “Nope.”

“You’re so -”

Kiss.

“I didn’t even say it yet!” you protested, holding onto him as your knees turned to jelly.

A grin spread across his mouth. “Every time you say that, from now on, I’d have to shut you up.”

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GETO

Constant

Quiet laughter erupts in the silence of the empty street, your figures taking cover in the darkness that was only made less severe by a distant lamp post.

“You’re pure evil, Y/N,” Suguru whispered in between snickers, watching as you sloppily dipped a brush into a can of red paint, making the excess splatter on the floor and drip down the bumper of the rather pristine white sports car before you.

“I’ve never crossed anyone who didn’t deserve it,” you replied with a smirk as you painted two words on the hood: DICK FACE.

Your best friend was on the lookout as you carried out your revenge on your cheating boyfriend, by tomorrow, officially your ex. He didn’t know that you knew, and he sure as hell wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Hurry,” Suguru told you frantically.

You then poured the rest of paint on every other available surface of the car you could reach, relishing the prospect of the owner’s reaction the moment he finds out about the fate of his beloved ride.

You then turned to face Suguru, grinning as you bowed elaborately like a conductor after an orchestra concert.

“Let’s go,” you told him, taking him by the hand after discarding the now empty paint can on the well-kept rose bushes.

You both made a mad dash out of the property, but you let go of his hand in the middle of it, running ahead of him until your lungs hurt. You’ve kept your aplomb well until that time, and as opposed to how everyone thought you were made of stone, your eyes filled with tears, actually feeling hurt about the whole situation.

You stopped at a corner when you realized you’ve gone far enough and heard hurried footsteps behind you which slowed down as they got closer. You looked at Suguru who was panting, his raven locks which were on a half-up  falling over his face. Upon meeting his worried gaze, your eyes flooded with tears again. This time, you had no control over them.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over, meeting you halfway with that warm smile of his albeit a bit cynical. It was comforting being the only constant in your life.

You crashed against him, your face buried against his chest. “It fucking hurts,” you mumbled in between sobs.

He patted your head while his other arm held you close. You both stood there, cars and people passing you by but they all melted away in the warmth of the only person you trusted. In that moment you were glad you were with Suguru, feeling safe and sound although he couldn’t protect you from the pain of your shattered heart.

A low rumble emanated from his chest then as he chuckled without humor. “People come and go, I guess,” his arms tightened around you as if to emphasize his next words, “but you’ll always have me.”

~*~

Drunken Excuses

You made your way to the second room from the stairs, slowly and quietly pushing the door, or at least as quietly as you can in your drunken state. You didn’t turn on the lights, you were not confident you can find the switch anyway, so you just took your clothes off until you were just in a tank top and boxer shorts and finally fell into bed.

You could have sworn you heard someone groan beside you, but you couldn’t care less. You clung to that feeling of sleep starting to devour you, afraid that if you opened your eyes, your world would start spinning again so you screwed your eyes shut, and soon, you were dead to the world.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was almost daybreak. You were still dizzy, but not as you have been just hours ago. You, however, felt the bed you were laying on face-down shift, and you could have sworn you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your shoulder and the small of your back, gently easing you to your back.

In the seconds that followed, the cogs in your brain moved and you realized you made a bed out of someone, and when you finally came to full consciousness, you were confronted by the face of your older brother’s best friend merely centimeters from yours, slowly opening his eyes, faint dimples showing as he flashed you a lopsided smile. The action enhanced his features even in the semi-darkness, hot-wiring your already addled brain.

You wanted to bolt right out of bed, but his steady amber gaze held you there. “What are you doing here, Suguru?”

“I slept over,” he answered, grinning cheekily at you as he smoothed a hand over your back, his cold fingers brushing over the skin of your lower back since your shirt rode up. “What are you doing here?”

“This is my room.”

“No, sweetheart, this is the guest room.” His voice sounded so velvety, making you shiver visibly.

“Well shit…” You chuckled as you closed your eyes, willing the nausea away. “Give me a sec.”

You felt Suguru move closer to you, your foreheads touching as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “I don’t mind.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t either.”

At that, he started nuzzling you on the cheek until your lips were mere millimeters away.

Then you thought of your brother. “But Satoru would.” You sat up, easing his arms off you gently, but then, the look of disappointment on his face made you stop.

He, too, sat up, his face inching closer towards you as if daring you to move farther from him, but you didn’t.

“I’m still drunk, right?”

Suguru snickered, nodding. “Pretty much.”

You leaned closer. “Good. At least I have an excuse.”

With that, he closed the distance between you, claiming your lips with his.

Okay...I have to get out of my SatoSugu funk for real.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20231019]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[the-froschamethyst4]

The Way of a HouseHusband

𖤐Pairing: Househusband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, flirting, kissing, fingering, eating out, dick sucking, married couple, language, breadwinner Y/n

Price stays home to do the household chores for his wife Y/n, who makes the money in the household

As Price was gone from the Military but was still on call just in case, his life now is shopping, cleaning and pleasing the misses

He treats Y/n like a Queen, she’s sick? Everything is paused so Price can take care of her I mean in his wedding vows he did say he’ll drop everything just to treat her like a Queen

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7:00AM

John Price, the househusband for his wife Y/n. They've been married to each other for 6-7 years, once Price left the Military. He vowed to always take care of his wife no matter what, if she was sick, he'd drop everything to take care of her.

He makes her breakfast, lunch, and dinner just for her. He loves her so much, if he was water and she was fire, he would still love her.

Price had woken up from his deep sleep and went downstairs, he was shirtless and had gray sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. He grabbed his '#1 Cook' apron and put it on his body to make Y/n's breakfast for her.

He was going to make her favorite and also make her lunch in the process. He set her plate on the table and also placed her lunch box on the counter for to grab once she's ready.

"SHIT I'M SO LATE! I'M LATE, I'M LATE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!" Y/n yelled as she came down the stairs still buttoning her shirt.

"Woah hey, hey, little mamas, calm down, he won't do anything, not while I'm around," he chuckles and helped her get ready for work.

"You don't understand Price, last time I was late, he threatened to fire me," she was panicked and was fixing her hair and Price was trying to fix her clothes, so they looked nice and neat.

"Well, he won't if I'm there," he said, while looking down at her.

"What does that mean?" She asks and he only chuckled. She grabbed her heels and purse; she kissed Price's lips and left the house.

"Have a good day, honey," Price yells from the kitchen and he heard the door shut. He just hummed and looked at the table not seeing his breakfast touched.

He let out a sigh and grabbed some tubber ware and put the breakfast in it. He puts the lid on it and then turned and saw her lunchbox still on the counter.

"SHE FORGOT HER LUNCH!!" He yells, he quickly removed his apron, and went to go find a shirt and some shoes and got in his car and drove to Y/n's work.

Y/n got to her cubical and sat down in it, she rested her hands on her stomach after she felt it grumble.

"Ah man...hey Beth, do you know if the lounge has any donuts or anything?" Y/n asked, leaning over her cubical.

"No girl, every man for themselves."

"Oh damn," she said as she sat back down in her chair and felt her stomach grumble again.

"Y/n, your husband is here," Stacy said over the intercom.

"Y/N WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE!!?" She heard her boss yell. She looked over her shoulder and saw him angerly stomp to her desk.

"Ummm~ s-sorry sir, I-I overslept..." she said as she stood up and played with her fingers feeling nervous.

"I overslept," he mocked her voice. "THAT IS SUCH A LAME ASS EXCUSE, I'M TIRED OF HEARING THAT EXCUSE COME FROM EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! Y/n I swear to God, you are fi-"

"Love, you forgot your lunch and I bought breakfast since you didn't eat," Price said coming around the corner and giving her, the breakfast and lunchbox. He kissed her temple and placed his hands on her waist. "Oh, is this the boss?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah...P-Price this is M-Mr.Williams, my b-boss, Mr.Williams this is my husband, John," she stutters. John knows Y/n well, when she stutters it means something just made her embarrassed, scared or uncomfortable.

"What was...going on? I heard yelling not too long ago," he says, while looking at her boss.

"I was...I was just telling my staff how much I appreciate them."

What a fucking lie and Price knew it was too.

"Really then...what were you going to tell my wife?"

"T-That she is-"

"Fired?"

"No, no, NO! I was going to say you are fire, like she's so cool, that I'm glad she is part of my staff." Lair.

"Oh really, I'm glad..." Price had an unamused looked on his face. "Well since you think she's 'fire' then...why did you threaten to fire her if she was late again?"

"I was joking," Price can be scary if he wanted to, but all Price was doing was looking annoyed and it made Mr.Williams scared because no one faces him like Price is doing.

"Yeah, right. If you ever threated my wife with some sort of nonsense again....I will come down here personally and beat you into a pulp, do we understand each other?" Price asked.

Mr.Williams quickly nods his head. "Yes, I understand, I understand perfectly."

"Good...now leave my wife alone, you'll only address her if you need something not to bitch to her about her lateness...that ALSO goes for everyone else in this business, you will not address them to bitch at them for their mistakes, you will address to them if you need something."

"I understand," Price just chuckles before kissing Y/n's temple again.

"Thank you, handsome..." Y/n said as she kissed his lips.

"I'll see you later, little mama," he says before walking away. "Bye-bye everyone, bye-bye Mr.Williams." Price teased and Mr.Williams just nodded his head as he understood.

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11:40AM

Price was now cleaning around the house; he was back in his original attire from this morning. No shirt and sweatpants.

He cleaned the hard wooden floors, the counter tops, and dusted everything. He hummed a soft tune and thought about Y/n, he mainly was thinking if he embarrassed her at work today?

He was only trying to protect her; he wasn't trying to embarrass her for no reason.

"Should I apologize?" He asked himself. "No, she would have told me to leave when I started talking..."

Price just looked at the clock he has 4 hours before Y/n comes back home for the day. He still needed to go get groceries for dinner tonight.

He finished up cleaning and grabbed his shirt, shoes and keys. He went to the local grocery store and went to go get his ingredients for dinner tonight.

He wanted to treat Y/n.

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3:00PM

Y/n pulled into the driveway, she rubbed her tired head and opened the front door. Once she stepped into the house, she was hit with the best smell ever.

She came around the corner of the kitchen and saw her husband making dinner for her. He was moving swiftly around the kitchen fixing her the perfect Dinner she's ever had while being with him.

"John?"

"Love, welcome home, I didn't hear you come in, I'm just almost with dinner," he says, she sets her stuff down and sat down in her usual spot.

She smiled when she saw him start to plate everything. He set Y/n's down first and then his.

"Price, what is it?" She asked him with her usual sweet smile.

"I saw Ghost post it on Facebook (he would use Facebook tell me I'm wrong) a couple nights ago and I figured I should make it for you one day, and I thought today would be perfect, you know since...I embarrassed you at work."

"Embarrassed me? You didn't embarrass me, Price. I was actually so happy to see you come in, I knew you would stand up for me. I try to do it, but I can't with Mr.Williams, he's just so mean and rude that I was scared to say something, this morning. You could never embarrass me." She smiles at him. Price felt relieved that he didn't say or do anything embarrassing.

"I'm glad, I didn't embarrass you."

"Even if you did...I could never get mad at you," she smiles.

"Good," he smiles.

Price and Y/n ate dinner and talked about Y/n's day and even Price's day. He talked about when he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a kitten and gave it some food and thought about taking it home but didn't know how Y/n would feel about it.

"I mean wouldn't mind it; I've always wanted a pet when we started living together just didn't know...how you would feel," they both laugh.

"If I see it again, I'll bring it home."

"Good."

Once they were done eating, Price cleaned the plates as Y/n went to the bedroom to go change from her work attire to some more comfy clothes.

She wore one of Price's t-shirts and just some black panties. She walked back downstairs and saw him cleaning.

"I could do it."

"No, no way, I'll do it," Price said.

"But I want to help," she smiles.

"It's fine, love, I can do it, I appetite though lovely."

"Okay," she ducked down and got between him and the sink, she looked up and kissed his jaw. She then started to move down, and she grabbed a hold of the top of his sweatpants, but Price immediately grabbed them trying to pull them back up.

"Hey, what are you doing, love?"

"I want to pleasure you."

"But that's my job," he says looking down at her face.

"But I want to you to feel good, you may always make me feel good, but now it's your turn," she smirks and grab his sweatpants again, he allowed her to pull them down, she grabbed the top of his boxers and just slightly pulled them down.

She looked at his dick, it was...soft...but Price didn't care if she saw it soft, he would get bricked up pretty easily.

She barely touched his dick and it immediately got hard. She smirks and she kissed his tip, she looks up at him seeing him fold, his hands rested on the sink, his legs spread, and he backs up just a little bit, so she could have room.

Price let out a soft moan, she wrapped her lips around his dick and then moved her hand back and forth as her tongue then swirled around his dick.

"Ah s-shit, l-love," he moans.

"Are you about to cum already?" She asks, looking up at him with such big doe eyes.

"Maybe," his legs shake a little bit.

She giggles at him and continues to suck him off, she earned so many moans and groans from him. She just smiled at up him.

"Holt fuck," he moans, he then moved his hand to the back of her head and just held her hair, letting her do the work. He felt his body jerk a bit and he ended up coming in her mouth.

She moved off his dick and showed him the cum in her mouth, she closed her mouth and swallowed, it has been a while since she sucked him off, Price mainly keeps his wife pleased that sometimes he neglects himself.

"Wow," he cups her chin making her make eye contact with him. "Now...it's your turn," he smirks.

He picks her off the floor, he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, he sets Y/n on the counter and pushes the bottom of the shirt up showing off her black lace panties.

He smirks and kisses her lips; his hands went to the top of her panties and pulled them down off her lower half. She moans into the kiss and Price's fingers found their way to her clit.

She moans when his fingertips touch her clit. He smirks into the kiss and slowly pushes his fingers in and out of her. She moaned into the kiss as Price then moves his fingers quickly in and out of her.

His fingers every now and then touched her spot. He felt her clench around his finger every time he hit her spot. He wanted her to cum almost immediately like he did, but he still wanted to have his fun with his wife.

He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from the kiss, she pants from having her breath being taken away and whined when his fingers were pulled out of her.

His face was close to her clit, he licked her wet folds and watched her immediately jerk her head back, her hand went to his hair just to hold his hair, she pulled at his hair every now and then because of how good he was making her feel.

"O-Oh my g-god," she moans. She felt herself about to cum because of him, he started to pick up pace, barring his face into his clit.

"Hmmm~ do you like it?" Price asked with a smirk as his tongue kept doing its work.

"Y-Yes," she moans. She clenches around his tongue and comes into his mouth.

"Fuck," she says as she leaned back on the counter, Price put her legs on his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

"You never fail to taste so fucking sweet."

"I don't even have to try," she smirks.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," He picks her up and takes her to the bathroom and start up a bath for her.

[effyrosemary]

oh my god unethical priest marius you're a genius!!!!! do you think armand resists the idea that letting his priest fuck him is totally okay in the eyes of god or is he relieved to finally let go and give into his baser desires.... or both! do you think it makes him less guilty or more? god and imagine if marius were to weaponize armand's guilt in order to keep him even more trapped, like yes you are so bad for this and i'm the only one who can absolve you. i'm so invested LOL if you have any hcs of how it would play out i'm aaalll ears

Omg! thank you! To answer your question:

I think it’s both kinda. I think for Armand it would be so liberating to finally give in to these desires, and I think the shame is also kind of what gets him off (it’s the classic “oh no this is so wrong, but it feels so good!”). But I also think that there’s still a small part of him that genuinely feels it’s wrong to do these sexual things. Armand desperately wants to believe in something, I think, and to have that stability so he can have a space for himself to rebuild and to trust again. (don’t get me started, I have this whole fic idea of Daniel trying to provide Armand with a cozy little home and emotional support and stability so Armand has a space to heal, but that’s another story for another day) But I also feel like Armand is very nihilistic in some ways, so maybe he feels guilty but he also goes against the guilt on purpose, to feel that hurt and to feel that shame, I don’t know if you’re following me hahah

And omg, Marius weaponizing the genuine guilt is so wrong and so deliciously GOOD. (idc! it’s fiction! they’re not real people! let us have our dirty thoughts OK!)

When I first saw “unethical therapist Marius” on @monstersinthecosmos I was so immediately hooked. (I then sent this anon bc I needed to talk about it lmao, I was still not familiar with tumblr again after being away for a long time and I thought maybe people will think I’m weird but now I say fuck it bc Anne Rice never shunned away from people thinking her stories/characters were strange/too much.)

Marius is always so seemingly in control, and I love when he’s fooling himself that he’s doing the right thing when he KNOWS he’s not. That’s also why I like Pandora and him together, she kinda sees through his mask. Spoiler: I still remember that one part in Blood Communion after Marius kills Arjun where they’re all sitting around the table and Marius is furiously talking to Pandora and Lestat says: “I had never seen him so angry”, in other words; Lestat has never really seen Marius’ mask break like that, except now that he is upset with/about Pandora. Or when he’s helped out of the ice by Pandora and Santino in QOTD where he childishly snaps at her and says “I can walk unaided, thank you!” when Pandora reaches out to touch him, and she just gives him a shove and is like ‘“Fine girl, walk then lmao”

He wants to be this voice of reason, this stability etc, and he is, but he’s also human. So I love it when those kind of characters secretly give in to their bad side and try to justify it! I also love it when usually reserved people finally snap and can’t control themselves anymore when they finally get what they want, it’s my favorite thing. (There is this beautiful fic by @0junemeatcleaver0 where Marius kinda loses his composure at some points and he gives in to what he really wants and it’s so good. Highly recommend that fic in general.)

I LOVE headcanons, please tell me if you have some! These are some of mine regarding priest!marius:

- Marius has to actively restrain his thoughts from going wild when he sees Armand on his knees, or when the boy is reaching up to clean a shelf and his shirt rises and Marius can see the silky skin of his lower back. He’s practically drooling :)

- Armand secretly kind of knows the relationship between them is wrong, but he tries to test Marius by experimenting. (Sitting next to Marius and accidentally letting their knees touch etc that sort of thing, playing it dirty but also safe you know)

- Armand gets turned on when Marius is preaching in front of the crowd (idk how that shit works I’m not even religious, I never grew up religious lmao! how bad I am!) because Armand loves to see Marius in a position of power, and he loves how the people of the church look up to him.

- Armand has definitely thought about sucking Marius off under his robes when he’s speaking in front of a church full of people.

- At night, when Marius can’t think of nothing but Armand’s shapely legs and his lovely mouth, he turns to his Bible with the stubborn will of A Good Man and tries to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. And he can manage it, at least for a while.

- But then one night, he walks in on Armand praying on his knees and he walks up to tell the boy to go on home because it’s late and he should get some sleep, and the boy looks up from where he’s kneeling and says in a small voice, cheeks blushing; “I can’t, father. I’ll have sinful thoughts when I’m trying to sleep, I need to pray first.”

- And Marius offers he can help Armand with these thoughts, if Armand is willing to learn how to be a proper man of God.

- Nothing gets Marius more worked up than the idea of Armand calling him ‘ Father’ when they’re getting dirty together, it drives him feral

Alors… as Armand once told David Talbot; “Look, I’m deranged x”

* English is not my first language so apologies if there are some typos. Edit: I can’t believe I forgot the word “not” in the previous sentence for DAYS I have No Brains

[dirtytransmasc]

modern got au in which asha is a "teen parent"

or more accurately, asha and theon have a much larger age gap, 10/15-ish years, type of age gap (she's at least 18/19 and theon's only like 4/5), and in a series of freak events, their lives are turned on its head.

their brothers were dead. their mother and father were ruled incompetent, the former left a shell of herself after the loss of her sons, no longer able to care for her remaining children, the latter was never a father to begin with and he didn't seem to have any wish to become one now.

she was an adult by law, meaning she was free from the hell that was the system. her kid brother - the one who smiled at her for seemingly no reason, the one who crawled into her bed when thunder rattled the house, the brother who held her hand on their rare family outings - was not.

she couldn't leave him there, even if she wanted to, even if it would make her life so much easier. she wouldn't abandon him like the rest of their shitty family. he was blood for fucks sake, she'd die before she let's him get taken away from her and given away to strangers to be used and exploited or treated like a shelter puppy to be pitied and fawned over.

cue asha fighting for custody of her baby brother, doing whatever it takes to be deemed a suitable guardian, and the two of them taking on the world together.

more thoughts:

they have to find an apartment cause they can't afford to keep their family home. moving into the cheapest place they can find with only the stuff they can fit in asha's truck, sharing an air matress and eating off of a coffee table while watching movies they rented from the library.

asha cleaning her brother up before his first day at his new school, trying to get him to look suitable, but not really knowing what suitable means for a kid going into kindergarten/first grade

theon comforting his sister when she gets overwhelmed with it all, doing his best to ease her tears. the night ending with them both curled around each other, just two scared little kids trying their best.

asha fighting anyone she has to to keep custody of theon, whether it be the social worker, the judge, people who called cps to report her. she doesn't care, no one will take away her baby brother.

asha taking theon to work with her (she works in a boat shop cause she already knows what she's doing) and having to keep him entertained while she works so they don't get sent home.

their first christmas/birthdays by themselves. theon putting together gifts at school (finger paintings or paper mache or something of the like) and asha cherishing it forever. asha spending all the money left to her name each time to get him something nice so eh can feel like a normal kid.

theon doing sports in school (little league or something) and asha making sure she goes to every damn game, being the loudest in the stands.

asha getting more and more used to being physically affectionate with her brother at time goes on. before everything she'd tense up when he'd hug her legs or hold her hand, but now she scoops him up like a rag doll, ruffles his hair, kisses his forehead, without a second thought.

{I'm so normal about them I swear}

[3615rose]

A long recovery (Lu Four x Reader)

Tw : PTSD, past abuse from reader, reader is afab, and canon typical violence

You sat outside of the ranch for another sleepless night. Those were reoccurring more frequently these days, feeling back everything you his behind the walls you created.

Did you talk about this to the chain ? No. They all defeated a greater evil either being Ganon, shadow images of themselves or black magician, so being traumatized by its own mother is kind of weak.

With them, you forget most of your problems, and at the ranch, you would talk about aliens with Malon for eight hours straight if no one interrupted you. But there were those times where you felt on your own, against your own demon that you can't even defeat.

You aren't a knight in shining armor, or a blacksmith speaking in tongues, you're just a lost girl that nine guys kept along. Why though ? You weren't good in combat, just to make potion and healing, cleaning wounds before any fairies or potions.

At least you felt normal with Malon. You would both laugh at the cows that roamed at night in the farm, talking about books, different places you saw, how she loved Time too.

Drops of rain made you realize you were still outside, and the shining stars were hiding behind a large cloud, filled with electricity. You sighed again, leaving your mind wander.

With every drop, you relived each hit you mother put on you, with each roar of the distant storm, you heard her insult you. The hands would clasps around your neck until you were dizzy, your nose was broken more than enough to make you wake up from not breathing at night.

You hated sleeping since then.

So you were outside, and when your brain would calm down, the soothing melody of raindrops against the cows barn calmed you.

"Where the fuck are you ?"

You recognized that voice. One of the Link, Four to be precise. He was one of the guys that cursed the most too.

"Here. I am enjoying the rain."

With a korok leave he approached you, you were literally soaked in rain from head to toes.

"Are you fucking crazy ? You're trying for being sick the quickest ? Get back inside."

He was cute when he was angry, you always liked him, like a big brother that forgot to grow in size. But he was powerful when working on a sword, smithing like you never saw.

Now that you think of it, you liked being with him, the nice cut grass smell that lingered on his clothes, his expressive face with a big goofy smile when he was happy. You liked when he hugged you for the first time, you were panicked after cutting a bokoblin head. You liked it when he gifted you a small fairy he made with scrap metal.

For now, he was holding your wrist, putting you inside his workshop where the fire of the force felt nice on you.

"I'm gonna get your pyj and some towels, they're on the bed right ? Try to warm up during waiting."

He wasn't angry weirdly, more concerned. You knew it as he was the type to go nuts for the smallest thing, but here, he wasn't.

You looked at the flames, twirling in the oven, like a fragile ballet. Then it hits you again.

She's back, you weren't good enough so you had to put more wood in the fireplace, you burnt yourself, but no, it needed more. To be a grownup you needed to suffer. It was her words. Her shadowy figure taking your hand and putting it directly in the flames.

"Woohoo, are you with me ?"

Four was back with some towels and your nightgown. He was too nice.

"Yeah, excuse me... I was thinking."

You grabbed the first towel to dry the hair.

"Looks more like someone is having past events that haunts them"

You looked at him dead in his eyes. His wonderful blue eyes.

"And ? I didn't fight evil like you, it's only kids stuff."

He took a chair from across the room to bring it in front of you.

"Everyone have their inner demons. You can fight evil a thousand time, it won't change what you felt at this time and it won't help to bottle it up until it explode."

You ruffled your hair a little in the towel before putting it on the empty table next to you. It wasn't the cleanest place but it would do.

"All Smithy, that's the nicest thing someone said to me for a long time."

He laughed a little then almost laid back in the chair.

"Like 'You are one beautiful cuckoo with a nice hay hair'? Or more of 'you're a Malon my size I can protect'?"

You blushed heavily at this sentence. This is how he felt or these are only encouraging words ?

"I didn't know you were the romantic type little one."

He smirked then crossed his arms in front of him.

"And you didn't tell me it bothers you too. Should I deduce something ?"

You laughed back. He was a cunning one.

"Well, mister Link, you got me there, and by the time, I guess you weren't able to sleep too."

Now he looks annoyed, his usual annoyed.

"Nope, I was sleeping fine until your door slammed shut because you forgot to close the window and made some air."

Oh. That's the reason.

"Oh sorry then. How can I repay your lack of sleep ?"

He started to grin. And it was always a weird idea when he had this face.

"Well, now that you kept your room in the cold condition I won't let you get sick by leaving you to your room, what about sleeping in mine ? And if you get those bad dreams, I can be here to chase them down!"

You loved the idea, and even though your clothes were still humid, you jumped against him.

"Oh my knight in shining armor! I would be honored! Except if it... Embarrass you in front of the others..."

To your surprise, he hugged you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Who cares, they probably put a bet on who would got you first, but they doesn't understand the love, its like forging a blade it requir-"

You cut him off.

"OK now you'll put me to sleep just by talking about blacksmithing, keep it for the bed. Let's go and we'll see who took bets tomorrow."

You jumped off of him and laugh a little as the transfer of humidity on his tunic, he held your hand, and you kept your nightgown under your arm like you would go to a sleepover.

"Make yourself at home princess, I won't look trust me."

You waited to be sure he wasn't looking to remove some of your clothes. Checking him if he wasn't looking sometimes.

"Okay all done ! I can hide under the blanket while you put your pyjs on!"

He laughed again, silently to not wake up the others.

"Do as you like princess, its nothing you didn't see."

He kept his light pant and only the white shirt on as a sleeping gear. You asked yourself if he was feeling comfortable in it.

"Remember princess, if you feel like you have any problem, wake me up it won't be a problem."

You liked being called princess. And the warmth of his body against yours. Enough to make you forget that one time, someone wanted you dead.

Morning arose , and the lively chat was already spreading in the common bathroom upstairs. You were still sleeping against Four that held you softly, caressing your hair.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we'll miss breakfast."

You yawned a little and nudged against him.

"Please five more minutes."

He removed you from his embrace and stood up, buttoning back his shirt and putting on his tunic.

"Okay them, I get to eat your portion then."

You grumbled and left the bed too. Your hair was a mess.

"Let's see who got what and I'll ask a percentage of it."

He laughed again, seeing you as a grumpy bear before fixing a little your hair.

"That's my girl, we'll share then"

And the percentage was good, Hyrule lost to Sky, Wild to Warriors and Legend even gave some rupees to Four himself.

He gambled on this night. And you weren't even mad.

[sunny-sidee-upp]

Stargazing

Fandom: Call of Duty

Ship: Ghost x Reader (Y/N, 3rd person POV)

Summary: Y/N stumbles out of a forest in the middle of nowhere and is found by Simon “Ghost” Riley who takes her to a med tent for care.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Smut (lemon, not grapefruit), amnesia

Y/N woke up in the middle of a dirt road. She had no idea how she got there, where she was, or the time or day. The bright sky illuminated her view as birds and cicadas called in the warm summer breeze. Y/N whipped around at the sound of footsteps behind her, being met with a small group of intimidating soldiers. She watched them approach and stop in front of her as malnourishment threatened to knock her over. She stared up at the men as they looked between themselves, their leader, the tallest man in a skull mask, speaking first. "Who are you and how did you get on military property unnoticed?"

"My name is... Uh... Y/N. I don't know how I got here. I kinda just... woke up." The man looked at one of his men and nodded at him to lower his rifle. He turned back to Y/N and asked, "What do you remember?" Y/N shuffled her feet and said, "Um... last thing I remember is going to sleep in my bed. Am I still in Texas?" With a worried look, the man shook his head. "No, you're in Wolf Trap, Virginia. You're lucky you woke up in the summer and not the winter, otherwise, you'd be fucked. My name is Ghost Riley. Let's clean you up and get you some food and water." Before she could say anything, Ghost picked Y/N up bridal style and carried her further along the dirt road. She almost fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, but after about 20 minutes, they reached what seemed to be an army base camp.

Ghost set her down and placed a hand on her back, guiding her to a medical tent as his men split ways. He pulled open the curtain and motioned her forward, a man in a nurse's coat approaching the two with a clipboard. "Who's this," he asked.

"This is Y/N. We found her by the intake road. She appears to have amnesia with no idea of how she wound up there." The nurse nodded and motioned for the woman to take a seat on an empty bed. "I'll take her from here," he said. "I'll have my trainee fetch you once I'm done with her checkup." Ghost nodded and took one last glance at Y/N before leaving the tent. As he did, a rush of warm air flooded against Y/N's bare arms. She shivered at the feeling at turned her head towards the nurse. "Do you have any allergies that you know of, Y/N)?" She shook her head no. "Alright then, I'll get you some food, then we can start your examination." Y/N watched as the man left the tent, sighing and shifting to rest her head on the hard pillow. Despite the discomfort, she found herself falling asleep once again.

     Only a few moments passed as she was shaken awake by the nurse, the smell of mashed potatoes and green beans engulfing her senses. A glass of milk and a glass of apple juice were placed on the bedside table, and she was encouraged to sit up to eat. The nurse placed the tray of food in her lap and as she wolfed down her meal, the nurse studied her and took notes on her physical appearance in his clipboard. He noted a few cuts and bruises along her arms and legs, and matted clumps of dirt clotted her hair. He'd see to it that one of the female nurses took care of getting her bathed before he could start patching her up.

     "So, Y/N, do you have any personal belongings on you? They may help us to identify you and figure out how you got here and help you get home." Y/N took her last bite and set the plate down, taking a large gulp of apple juice, then downing her glass of water. She wiped her mouth and checked her pockets, turning them inside out. The only thing on her was a key to a Toyota of some kind. She handed it to the man and said, "This is it." He gently took it and slid it under the latch of his clipboard. "Alright, that's a start. We'll start by checking you for broken or fractured bones, concussions, and any other visible injuries you have. Then, we'll get you cleaned up, and if you consent to it, we'll get you a psych eval. Let me check your motor functions real quick. Go ahead and stand up for me."

     The nurse spent twenty minutes checking Y/N for injuries. There was nothing major that could pose any immediate harm, but the dirt clotted in her hair was pulling at her scalp uncomfortably and could potentially cause scabs that could become infected. The next order of business was to get her cleaned up, so the nurse had his intern, a short woman with long black hair and sparkling blue eyes, lead her to the showers. Y/N had to be supported by the arm the whole way, as her meal hadn't fully helped her energy, but once she made it, the intern, Kenzie, helped scrub the dirt and leaves out of her hair. The water turned brown and red as the mud and blood from her skin dripped off in splatters. Once she was clean, Kenzie led her back to the nurse to be patched up.

     The nurse, who Y/N now knew as Dr Ehrmentraut, stitched together a small gash between her left index and middle fingers, and sanitized and covered the various cuts on her back and legs. The scrapes on her arms were pretty minor, so he just wiped them down with saline and had her rest for a few hours.

     As she slept, she had no dreams, completely knocked out from her voyage and exhaustion. When she awoke three hours later, the sun had begun to set and the other soldiers seeking medical attention in the tent had left. Dr. Ehrmentraut sat at his desk.

     Y/N sat up groggily and pulled up her covers a bit closer. As she scanned the room, she noticed Ghost, the lieutenant who had rescued her, sitting on the left side of her bed. "Good morning," he said. "Or, afternoon rather. Did you sleep well?" Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and nodded. "Yeah. So... what's gonna happen now?" Ghost shifted in his seat and said, "Well, now that you've gotten fixed up, we're gonna have you rest here for about a week and keep an eye on your vitals, just in case. We're currently trying to figure out who you are and where you came from, but so far, we've got nothing. We took a blood sample from your wounds, but you're not in the government database, so it's kinda hard to determine your identity. If we can't figure out who you are and your amnesia doesn't go away, you have two options: A, we can find you a halfway house that'll help you get back on your feet in society, or B, you stay here and join Kortak. If you're interested in joining us, we've got excellent training programs for whatever skills you may have."

     "Alright... Can you tell me about weaponry training? I think I've shot a gun before, but I don't want to risk getting caught up in an unknown situation again. I want to be able to protect myself in case someone was involved with what happened to me."

     "Sure, we offer a range of weapons training programs to help our operatives become proficient in a variety of firearms and tactics. We have training courses for assault rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, and shotguns. Our instructors are some of the best in the world and have years of experience in special forces operations. If you're interested in weapons training, we can set up a course for you and help you become more skilled with firearms."

     "I would love that. I assume I can start once the medical team clears me?" Y/N brought her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on them, facing Ghost. Through the mask, the only emotion in his eyes was compassion. He seemed to really care about her well-being, which felt unfamiliar to her. She knew it was his job, but it still felt nice. Ghost stood up and said, "Yes, in the meantime take it easy and rest as much as you can. Try to write down everything you want to learn during your time here, and by the end of the week, I'll come by and get you set up. Of course, that's assuming we can't get you home. Rest well, Y/N." She watched as the large man left the tent, an orange glow bathing the room as the tent curtain closed behind him.

    A week passes and Y/N is given a room that was left empty by a soldier who died on the battlefield. Her physical injuries had begun to heal and she could move without any pain. She stared at herself in a mirror propped up against a pillar and ran her finger along a scar above her lip. She had no memory as to how she got it, but she had started to remember old scars she could view all across her body. A knock comes to the pillar holding up the cover of a makeshift door and she hastily fixed her frizzy hair before pulling it open. Ghost stood before her and asked if she was ready to start her training, informing her that he would be her private instructor because most of the other soldiers were either out on active duty, in the infirmary, or on their days off. Ghost said the walk to the shooting range would take about 20 minutes, and on the way, there would be nothing to do but talk and look at nature.

     Ghost leads Y/N through the base and out into the surrounding wilderness, taking the same path that he found her on. As they walked, he started to explain what they would be doing in training. "Today, we'll start with some basic safety procedures and handling techniques. We'll cover proper grip, foot stance, and grounding, then I'll show you how to load and unload your weapon. I'll show you how to take it apart and clean it at a later date, but today we'll focus on the simple stuff." Cicadas chirped in the background as he spoke, Y/N listening carefully to what he was saying. "Once we've covered the basics, we'll do some target practice. Sound good?"

     "Yeah, that sounds great. I think that'll be more fun than I thought it would."

     "Cool. A quick note though, safety is always the most important part of working a firearm. Always keep it pointed in a safe direction, and never have your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot. Don't worry if you're not an expert right away. I don't know how much experience you have with this, and you probably don't either but don't get bummed out if you're not a perfect shot. It takes time." They keep walking, and under his mask, a hint of a smile crosses Ghost's face. He's glad he has a new recruit to train in his favorite subject. Most of his recruits were terrible when they first started, and one almost shot him once. He prayed in his mind that Y/N had some experience.

     Y/N noticed Ghost's eyes crinkle under his mask, suggesting his smile. She thought it was quite cute, and upon closer inspection of Ghost's eyes, she found them quite enjoyable to look at. She noticed as he cautiously glanced around at their surroundings, blushing slightly at the thought of him going out of his way to protect her. She knew it was his job, but something about him felt so familiar and comforting, that she couldn't help but like the thought of him looking out for her. Y/N could see how much Ghost loved talking about firearms and smiled because she was glad he could talk about something he liked while still doing his job. As they walked, Y/N picked a flower from the path and twirled it around her fingers as she listened to her instructor talk. She found it hard to maintain eye contact with him because his height was incredibly intimidating and also slightly attractive. "Ghost, do you ever wish you could go back home? Sometimes I feel like there's something I'm missing that can only be returned by going back to my roots. Maybe it's just the amnesia."

     Ghost pauses for a moment, considering Y/N's question.  "I understand what you mean, Y/N. Sometimes I feel the same way. But for me, this is my home now. The military and Task Force 141 are my family. I lost my original family a long time ago, so I had to make a new one. It's not always easy, but it's what I'm used to now. And honestly, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I feel like I'm doing something important here, something that matters." He glances over at Y/N, noticing her fidgeting with the flower. "But I understand that everyone is different. Maybe your roots are calling you back, and that's okay. You have to follow your own path and do what feels right for you. If that means leaving the military and going back home, then that's what you should do." They arrive at the shooting range, and Ghost begins setting up the equipment for the training session.

     "But for now, let's focus on our training and see where that takes us. Are you ready to get started, Y/N?" Ghost begins showing her how to properly grip and hold the firearm, as well as how to load and unload it safely. He again expresses the importance of keeping the weapon pointed in a safe direction and never putting your finger on the trigger until you're ready to shoot. "Once you've got the hang of the basics, we'll move on to some target practice. We'll start with some stationary targets and work our way up to moving targets. The key is to focus on your breathing and your aim. Take your time and aim carefully. It's better to take a few extra seconds and hit your target than rush and miss."

Ghost sets up the first target and hands Y/N the firearm, keeping a close eye on her as she takes aim. "Alright, Y/N. Whenever you're ready, take your shot." Her breath hitched when Ghost handed her the pistol, as his hand lightly brushed against hers. For a woman holding a gun, she was surprisingly calm and her heart rate stayed the same except for the aforementioned hand-brush. She stood with one foot in front of the other, shoulders raised and she lined up the viewpoint of her gun with the bullseye in the center of the target. A small bead of sweat formed on her nose and she pulled the trigger, the recoil making her old wounds slightly sore. She didn't complain though, because as soon as she looked at the target, she was shocked to see that she was only an inch away from the center. The smoke from the pistol started bothering her nose, so she blew it out and shot again and again. One of her next shots hit the bullseye, while the third one hit right above the first. She turned to Ghost with wide eyes and a cheeky smile. "I guess I have shot a gun before! I did a lot better than I thought I would."

     Ghost nods, impressed by her shooting skills. "Looks like you've got some natural talent. Keep it up, and we'll have you shooting like a pro in no time." He hands her a pair of earplugs and protective glasses. "Now, let's continue our training. We'll try out some different guns and work on your accuracy. Remember to focus on your breathing and take your time. You've got this."

Ghost set up some more targets, increasing the difficulty level. He watched Y/N as she took her shots, offering tips and guidance along the way. They continued training for several hours, only taking breaks when necessary. By the end of the session, Y/N had significantly improved her shooting skills. "Great job, Y/N. I'm really impressed with your progress today. You're full of surprises." Ghost smiled under his mask, happy to see his pupil doing so well. As they packed up their gear, Y/N paused and asked, "Hey, I know it's getting to the end of my training for today, but would it be alright if we stayed out a bit later? I want to watch the stars. I remember sitting on the roof of my house watching them every night. It feels like it's been a long time."

     Ghost paused for a moment, considering her request. "Of course, I think that's a great idea. It's important to take a break and enjoy the little things in life, especially after a long day of training. I know a spot not too far from here where we can get a good view of the stars. We can head there after we finish up here." He smiled slightly, glad that Y/N had taken an interest in something outside of training. "Let's finish packing up, and then we can head out."

    

     After they packed up, they headed out to the spot he mentioned.  It was a small clearing in the woods, with a clear view of the night sky. Ghost laid out a small blanket and they lay down to watch the stars. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" he asked, looking up at the sky. He took off his mask, revealing his face for the first time. His face was adorned with scars, but his expression was calm and relaxed.  "I don't get to see the stars very often, but when I do, I find it very peaceful. It makes me feel like there's something bigger out there, something beyond all of this."

     He turned to Y/N with a smile. "What draws you to the stars?" Y/N stared at Ghost for a moment, taking in his gorgeous, rugged features as they lay side by side. She hesitated for a moment as she stared at his beautiful scars, then turned her head to view the stars. "Well," she started. "I believe we're all a part of nature. We come from the Earth and we eventually return to it. We and our Earth are made up of billions, trillions, infinite pieces of stardust, so when I look up at the stars, I see myself. I see the stars as extensions of myself, or as family. We were all stars once, and one day, we will be again. I remember that when I was a kid, I used to catalog all the constellations I could see in the sky, every single night. As a teen, I would write down all the stars and planets I could see. Now, I don't have to write them down. They're all one, not a single one separate from the others. You know those stars that revolve around each other? I think when those die, they're destined to be lovers in their next life. I think I used to be one of those, but I've never found my match to revolve around."

     Ghost listened intently to her words, his eyes fixed on the stars above.  "That's an interesting way of looking at things. I agree with you, we are all connected in some way. We're all made of the same stardust, and we all have a role to play in the grand scheme of things. It's humbling to think about how small we are in the grand plan of the universe, but at the same time, it's comforting to know that we're all a part of something bigger than ourselves." He turned his head to look at the woman beside him, his eyes meeting hers.

     "As for finding your match, Y/N, I think the universe has a way of bringing people together when the time is right. Sometimes it takes a while, but when it happens, it's worth the wait." Ghost turned his focus back to the stars, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's a beautiful night, Y/N. Thank you for sharing it with me." She smiles back at Ghost as a fluttery feeling makes its way into her heart and stomach. "Of course, Ghost. I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else. I know that sounds flirtatious, but you and the medics are literally the only people I know right now, so... it fits." Y/N laughed lightly, thinking about what Ghost said about finding her match when the time was right. Maybe her amnesia was fate that led her to him.

     Ghost chuckled softly at her words, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, and don't worry about sounding flirtatious, it's all good. We all need someone to talk to every once in a while, even if it's just to watch the stars." He turned his head to look at her again, his eyes meeting hers.

     "And who knows, maybe the universe brought us together for a reason. Maybe there's something we're meant to do, some mission or task that only we can accomplish. Or maybe we're just meant to enjoy this beautiful night together." Ghost sighed and placed his hands behind his head, his shoulders relaxing as a warm summer breeze wafted over him and his companion "Either way, I'm happy to be here with you, Y/N. It's a good night."

     A shooting star flew overhead and Y/N quickly sat up with a large, excited smile on her face, pointing at the star. "Shooting star, make a wish, Ghost!" In her mind, she wished that this night could repeat every single day of her life. She heavily enjoyed watching the stars and talking with Ghost and hoped it would last forever. Ghost sat up as well and watched as the shooting star streaked across the sky.

"Make a wish, huh?" he asked with a smile. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about what to wish for. In his heart, he wished for peace and safety for all those he cared about, including Y/N. Especially her. He opened his eyes and turned to her, saying, "I made my wish. What about you, Y/N? What did you wish for?" He watched her with a curious expression, wondering what she was thinking. Y/N blushed as Ghost's eyes rested upon her, trying to figure out how to explain her wish without giving away her little crush on him." Uh... I... wished that I could watch the stars every night, for as long as I want, and that I can always do it with someone I trust. Like you." Her face turned a bit redder as she looked away from Ghost, and up towards the stars.

     Ghost laughed softly at her words, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Well, I think that's a great wish. I wouldn't mind watching the stars with you every night, either. It's a peaceful way to end the day, and it's always better when you have someone to share it with." He reached out a hand and placed it on Eula's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

     "I'm glad that we can trust each other, Y/N. It's important to have someone you can rely on, especially in our line of work. And who knows, maybe we'll have plenty of opportunities to watch the stars together in the future." After a moment of calm silence, Y/N asked if Ghost had a favorite constellation.

     The large soldier thought for a moment before saying, "I've always been partial to Orion. It's one of the most recognizable constellations, and it's been used for navigation and storytelling for thousands of years. Plus, it contains some of the brightest stars in the sky, like Betelgeuse and Rigel." He pointed up at the sky, indicating where Orion could be found.  "And of course, there's the mythological story behind it. Orion was a great hunter, and he was eventually killed by a scorpion sent by the jealous goddess Gaia. It's a tragic tale, but it's also a reminder that even the greatest warriors can fall."

     Ghost falls silent for a moment, lost in thought. "But what about you? Do you have a favorite constellation?"

     "Ah, yeah, I know all about Greek and Roman mythology. I think I studied it at some point. I'd say my favorite pair of constellations would be Perseus and Andromeda, forever locked in a romance that transcends physical being. Sometimes I wish I was a star or constellation so that my entire existence would be for the purpose of providing energy and telling stories." Y/N could only focus on Ghost's hand on her shoulder, as it was only the second time he'd ever touched her. She figured she hadn't had a date in a while, because the way Ghost's hand felt on her shoulder was a bit sinful. The feeling was also a bit heightened by the fact that they were the only people around for about two or three miles.

     "I can understand that. The stars have a certain beauty and mystique to them that can be captivating. And the stories behind them can be fascinating, too."  He looked back up at the stars, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. "But at the same time, I think it's important to remember that we have a purpose here on Earth, too. We may not be stars or constellations, but we can still make a difference in of ourselves. Whether it's fighting for what's right, or simply being there for someone when they need us."

     He turned his head to look at Y/N, his eyes meeting hers. "I'm glad that we can be here for each other, Y/N. It means a lot to me." His eyes narrowed as he smiled at her, causing her heart to flutter again. She clears her throat and says, "I know we just met, but I feel the same. You seem so familiar to me in a way I can't describe. I feel comfortable and safe around you, even with that gun on your hip." She smiled in satisfaction, although somewhat disappointed as Ghost removed his hand from her shoulder.

     Ghost returned her smile, feeling that sense of warmth swarm back into his chest. "I get it. It's not often that I feel comfortable around others, but with you, it's different. Maybe it's because we're both in the same line of work or maybe it's just a connection that we share. But either way, I'm glad that we met, despite the circumstances."

     He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.  "I have to admit, Y/N, I feel a connection with you as well. I want you to know that I'm here for you and that you can trust me." He looked at her with a serious expression, hoping that she understood the depth of his words. He didn't know why he was letting this stuff come out of his mouth, but it felt right. He had never felt this close to anyone but his friend König, and even then, they never spoke this way with each other. It was... different somehow. Y/N's breath and heartbeat quickened as Ghost stared at her with soft yet commanding eyes. Every time they made eye contact, she felt a sense of deja vu, which wholly convinced her that they had to have met before. It was undeniable that she felt a spark between them. Listening to Ghost talk was like honey in her ears, and his touch felt warm and gentle. Eula fought the urge to scoot closer to Ghost on the blanket under the stars but refrained and instead continued to lie on her back, staring up at the sky as a gentle, soothing breeze blew through her hair.

     "I'm glad I invited you to do this with me." Y/N fidgeted with her fingers for a moment before turning to meet eyes with Ghost again. "I'm fully aware of the consequences of this, but... do you think our connection could be... more than circumstantial?" Her face flushed and she turned away from Ghost in case she had said the wrong thing. She could see in his eyes that he had some liking for her, and really hoped she hadn't messed up their friendship by bringing up her feelings.

     Ghost's eyes widen in surprise at her words. He wasn't expecting that at all, but he can't deny that he feels a rush of excitement at the thought of being with her. "Y/N, I...I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting that." He pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully.  "I know how much professionalism matters in our line of work... But at the same time, I can't deny that I feel the same way. I've been trying to keep my feelings in check, but being around you like this...it's hard." He took a deep breath as a feeling a sense of nervousness washed over him.

     "If you're saying what I think you're saying, are you sure that this is what you want, Eula? I don't want to do anything that you're not ready for, or that you'll regret later on." He looked into her eyes, hoping that she understood the gravity of what she'd asked. Her heart nearly beats out of her chest as he speaks, thanking the heavens above that she hadn't just massively messed up. "Yeah," she said. "I'm pretty positive." A large grin spreads across her face as the stars twinkle above, illuminating the two of them beautifully. She couldn't imagine a better setting for this moment.

     The two stared at each other for a moment before Ghost leaned in slowly, giving Y/N time to pull away if she changed her mind. But when she didn't, he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips gently against hers. The kiss was soft and tender at first but quickly became more passionate as their feelings for each other came to the surface. Ghost wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him as they continued to kiss under the moonlight.

     When they finally broke apart, Ghost looked into her eyes, his expression softening. "That was...beyond expectation," he said softly. Y/N grinned up at him, and she leaned in and kissed him again, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She knew that their relationship would be complicated, given their work, but she was willing to take that risk for him and was more than prepared to do the same for her. Her heart exploded with butterflies as she melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his thick, soft hair. His lips were soft against her scarred ones, relishing in Ghost's touch as his hands moved down her shirt, exposing her waist a bit. Y/N pulled away for a moment to stare into Ghost's eyes, swearing she could see a slightly begging look spread across his face. "Yeah," she breathes. "That was more than amazing." She giggled and the two stared at each other for a moment before leaning back in for another kiss. This is what Y/N wanted, and she wanted it badly. She wanted him more than anything in the world.

     "I don't want this night to end," Ghost whispers between kisses, caressing Y/N's cheek gently. Y/N began to feel an unfamiliar warmth travel down her body and she shivered because of it, gently separating her lips from Ghost's and leaving a trail of kisses down to his neck. She gently pulled his head back by the top of his hair and bit softly down on his neck, a delighted sound escaping from Ghost's lips as his hands ran down to her hips. He moaned softly as he gripped her waist, desire coursing through his veins. He pulled her into him by the hips to where she was sitting on his lap. He mutters in her ear, "I want all of you, Starlight." Y/N moves her kisses back up to his lips and stares into his longing eyes with her own. A mutual understanding of lust lingers between them.

     Her breathing became heavy as she pressed her chest against his. "How would you like to prove it?" She grinned and her eyes darted back and forth between Ghost's eyes and lips, wondering what he was hiding beneath this heavy gear. She gently pushed Ghost flat on his back and trailed her hands down his chest to the waistband of his cargo pants. The breeze made her shiver slightly, but she knew exactly how Ghost could warm her up. She cupped his face and kissed him passionately, shifting her hips to be right on top of his own.

     Ghost's excitement rose as Y/N took charge, pushing him down and straddling him. He could feel her hands on his chest, and he couldn't help but let out another light moan as she kissed him passionately. His arms around her waist felt comforting and warm to her, giving her more confidence. In a swift, overpowering move, Ghost flipped Y/N on her back and asked permission with his eyes to continue. She nodded and he gently pulled off her cargo pants and underwear. He removed his own and held her hips tightly as he positioned himself between her legs.

     As he slowly entered her, he relished the sound of her moaning softly, and he knew that he was making her feel good. He started to move, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first, but then building up speed and intensity as the pleasure built inside of him and her tension at his size relaxed. He reached up to hold her hands above her head, kissing her passionately as he thrusted in and out. As she moaned into his mouth, his heart pounded, the glory of the woman below him melting his hard heart. He admired the beauty of her soft skin and warm insides, using his other hand to caress her supple breasts beneath her shirt.

     Y/N moved her hips in sync with Ghost, gripping his large hand tightly above her head as his thick cock struck her cervix in painful pleasure. She resisted the urge to scream in delight. After a while, Ghost felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that he wasn't going to hold back for much longer. He looked down at Y/N, seeing the pleasure on her face, and he knew that he'd found the Andromeda to his Perseus.

     As the two reached their climax, they let out loud moans into each other, feeling the release of all the tension that had been building up inside of them. Ghost collapses into Y/N's arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his. As she shakes, he pulls her close and says, "I never want to let go of you, Starlight." His heavy breath resonates in her hair as he rests his chin on her head, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He smiles into his chest and says, "You'd better not let me go, Sunshine."

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[meadowmines]

OC-Tober Day 28: Disease

[playing a little fast and loose with the prompt for the sake of a funny Majima headcanon]

"Awright. Left to right we got: New York style, Philly style, and recipe-stolen-from-the-chain-that-fired-me style."

"Um--" Nishida looks a little concerned about that last one. And hungry. But also concerned. "That's... that's not going to get you in trouble, is it? I mean, they probably won't find out, but..."

"It's fine." Aoyagi waves a hand. "The odds of 'em findin' out are slim to none, and even if they do the odds of 'em decidin' it's a big enough deal to sic Legal on an independent cafe across the Pacific are even slimmer. And besides..." He snorts out a laugh. "I made that shit ten times a shift for like five years before they took me outta the kitchen n' put me in an office. Was I just s'posed to forget how?"

That gets a good hearty cackle out of the boss, but he's eyeing those three slices of strawberry cheesecake like he's about half a second away from just cramming all of them into his mouth at once so Aoyagi figures he better get this show on the road. "Okay. Same rules as always. I want real feedback so I know which one of these to put on the menu. Don't just tell me 'it's good,' that don't tell me shit. I know it's good. I wanna know which one ya think is best of the three and WHY ya think so. Taste, texture, all that shit. We clear?"

"We're clear!" Nishida says.

"Crystal," the boss says. He's not quite drooling on Aoyagi's table but he's sure heading that way.

Aoyagi hands them their forks. "Get to work, then."

This is a thing they do. Aoyagi gets a wild hair to try some new recipes. He needs guinea pigs to test them on. Nishida and the boss happily throw themselves onto whatever culinary grenade he comes up with. Now, Aoyagi has done his due diligence in asking his two favorite test subjects about any dietary restrictions they might have and they have both assured him that they are on strict see-food diets. They see food, they eat it. No issues.

Let's put a pin in that.

The consensus on the New York style is that it's got a nice texture and that little extra tang from the sour cream goes well with the strawberry topping. The Philly style, they both say, is maybe a little too sweet for this particular topping but might be better plain or with something different on top of it. Unsurprisingly, the Cafe Gateaux ripoff copycat wins on texture but it takes another two slices of each for Nishida and the boss to pick a winner on flavor and the boss has to flip a coin.

Now, at some point around the midpoint of that tiebreaker slice, Aoyagi notices the boss sounding a little stuffy. Which is not too surprising. It's pollen season, after all, and a lot of people are getting a little stuffy right now. But once he's voiced his opinion about which cheesecake deserves a spot on the menu, he sits back with this big grin on his face and, as he so often does, says something that on its face makes no fucking sense whatsoever:

"Man, I fuckin' love strawberries," he says. "They're like nature's Pop Rocks."

Okay.

At least a few times a week, Aoyagi and Nishida will do this thing, this thing like they're having a very specific conversation with nothing but their facial expressions, and that conversation goes a little something like:

Aoyagi: what the fuck is he talking about now?

Nishida: I don't know and at this point I'm afraid to ask.

Aoyagi clears his throat. "Pop... Rocks?" he echoes, already knowing he's going to wish he hadn't. "Explain?"

The boss looks at him like he's growing an ear right in the middle of his forehead. "Y'know, them little fizzy shits that pop in yer mouth?"

"Okay, but..." Nishida slowly puts his fork down. "How are strawberries like that?"

"What, yer ears need cleaned?" The boss just glares at him. "Little fizzy shits that pop in yer mouth."

"But strawberries aren't fizzy," Nishida says, shrinking back like he half expects to get smacked for it.

"Oh, they ain't?" The boss does not smack Nishida but leans way into his personal space like a warning that smacking is next on the agenda. "Okay, smart guy. If strawberries ain't fizzy, how come they make yer mouth all tingly when ya eat 'em?"

"They don't--" Aoyagi says, and then the penny drops and he claps a hand over his mouth. Fizzy. Tingly. Stuffy.

And he and Nishida have that other silent conversation they have at least a few times a week:

Aoyagi: are you gonna tell him or do I have to?

Nishida: he's less likely to punch you for it so...

"Sir," Aoyagi starts, ever so casually reaching across the table with intent to pull that remaining half slice of strawberry cheesecake away from the boss without him noticing, "have you, uh... ever been tested for food allergies? No reason."

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A couple days later, the boss takes off with some mumbled half-explanation about an "appointment." He comes back from that appointment with nothing to say about it.

"So," he finally says an hour or so later, when it's just him and Aoyagi and Nishida, like he's about to comment on the weather or some shit. "Plot twist: I'm allergic to strawberries."

Nishida just drops his head onto the table with a soft thunk. Aoyagi ponders whether this counts towards a free I told you so and decides that it probably doesn't since it didn't end in the emergency room.

"Bummer," he says instead.

[blackberrywars]

I think you know I'm like *contractually* obligated to ask about Lemon Eyes. And gimme some of that Oops! 💕🍋💀🔥👏✨😍

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xx, lem

Hello!!! Thank you so much for playing! I just answered your obligatory Lemon Eyes —I'm sure you'll be delighted to know that everyone was interested in it. Onto Oops! (your exclamation point has now been added to the doc title).

Summary: Eskel-pades fill for Blackberries & Brotherhood. I think I didn't finish this because someone else made a really similar fic, but I still love the concept of lil wolves Eskel + Geralt getting into some blackberry-related mischief. I too have contractual fruit-related obligations.

It’s an open secret at Kaer Morhen. One of those delicate things that every witcher knows that they don’t know, up until they’re old enough to find out for themselves. One of those hidden things no one —the trainees nor the grown witchers and masters— ever talks about aloud, but not the same way that no one talked about the Trials or the pyres after them. Those secrets bring pain. Knowledge that, of the twelve yearmates Eskel had once shared his life with, six had already withered into husks on the laboratory tables, and another two or three would die before Rennes put that medallion around their necks. Knowledge that it isn’t always animal flesh burning in the valley below. This secret brings something far rarer.

Joy.

Just ahead, across a small clearing, a massive blackberry thicket scrapes the lowest tree branches, towering above their heads. Dots of red and purple and black cover the curved branches, thousands of berries ready for the picking in the height of Kaer Morhen’s mild summer. His new nose hurts with the scent. Even through the smell of earth and their combined sweat, he can nearly taste the sweet-sour fruits. Eskel whoops, hauling Geralt with him until they stand in front of it, neither one of them moving forward. He groans.

Up close, the berries they’d seen from across the clearing are too high for either of them to reach, even stacked atop each other, or else buried deeper in the brambles, protected by a cage of cruel thorns. All along the front, the bottom branches almost shine with how they’ve been picked clean. The grown witchers must have come through earlier in the season to take all the easy pickings. Leaving the rest for them. An image flashes in Eskel’s mind of that morning, of the small ceramic jar that Frank stationed by his plate at their table, and the knife perched atop it, coated in a dark film. Bastards. He squeezes his free hand into a fist. The thicket could be one of Kaer Morhen’s walls —hard stone and harder iron— for all the ways Eskel thinks they could get through it, but at least the keep has a gate. 

“Shit. This is gonna hurt.”

“Yeah, probably. I did say this was a bad fuckin’ idea. Vesemir warned us about going into these woods alone.”

“Eat shit already if you’re going to be such a kiss-ass.”

“Did little Lambert teach you that one?”

 Eskel punches him in the arm, ignoring the fact that he had overheard the line from the little monster in question, and Geralt responds in kind, swiping at his head but not before he comes back. But Geralt reaches too far, his weight shifted forward. (Overcommitting, as Varin would say, and now he’s saying it inside his fuckin’ head too). He crouches and kicks out, trying to copy something he’d seen Aubry do that knocked Traj on his ass the other day, bracing for the pain in his shin against Geralt’s. He yelps when it works, knocking him over. Right towards the thorns. Eskel leaps forward, shoving Geralt down, barely catching himself on top of him with his hands scraping the ground as his heart beats loudly, slowly rising from where it had dropped into his stomach. Below him, Geralt cranes his neck up, rubbing the back of his head. His face is so  close. Close enough to kiss, or something like that.

“Ow, the fuck, Esk? No need for dramatics.”

Nope. No kissing. Absolutely not, he can’t kiss Geralt at all, no matter how pretty his face is or how close it is to his own. Doesn’t matter that his lips look nice even after the wind’s chapped them to pieces, or that there’s a tiny scar at the bottom edge where his tooth came in early. Embarrassed, he leans back so he’s upright. Sitting on Geralt. Fuck. He braces his feet against the ground and falls right on his ass when Geralt bucks upward, reaching for his arm. It’s then that he sees blood running down to his elbow, and a mess of little cuts all over his palm and fingers.

“Dumbass! What did you think was gonna happen? Did you catch yourself on the thorns?”

“I was stopping you from falling into them!”

He tries to bring his hand back, but Geralt catches it first, wrapping his thin, pale lips around Eskel’s thumb. Nevermind that he can feel the wound closing already, barely a pinprick, but Geralt’s tongue soothes the sting, and his mouth feels like silk, even with the threat of his new fangs growing in. Strands of white hair fall into his half-lidded eyes, and Eskel desperately wants to touch them. He could tuck them back behind his ear or into his leather headband, making sure he could see those pretty eyes. Gently, he presses against the soft roof of Geralt’s mouth, barely suppressing a sound at the slight hollow that forms in his cheeks. 

Don’t get a boner don’t get a boner don’t get a boner, fuck, please don’t get a boner or smell horny or blush or fucking anything.

Geralt’s sharp hip bones dig into his ass, and it makes him want to scoot back that bare few inches further up, just enough to feel more, except then he’d absolutely get a boner, right on top of Geralt. He’d see it, and he’d…… he wouldn’t even laugh or get angry. That would be a blessing. Knowing him, he’d just get quiet and uncomfortable, maybe avoid him for a few weeks. The thought hurts enough that he shoves himself up and away. When he looks back, Geralt’s frowning, but he has his hand outstretched for Eskel to pull him up, the same way he does when they spar. He obliges. It was just like sparring. Nothing strange when he steps away, and Geralt lets him go.

[diarycozyeah]

Day 6. Work.

I was too tired after night shift to make a diary entry yesterday, so i'm making one right after i woke up. Yesterday was all right, i worked on my shift, before that i cleaned kitchen and now it is comfortable again to cook. Too bad no money so almost nothing to cook. Yet it's just 3-4 more days and i will get my paycheck, which will fix this problem. I'm still not starving and one of new habits for next month will be putting all my expenses and earnings in table so i could see how much and on what i spent my money. According to internet it's very useful tool to get your shit together.

Looks like i didn't had time to read my entries yesterday or even today, i guess i'll be reading and thinking about it every week, not 5 days. Sometimes i feel like my life gives me correct answers to yet unsolved questions just for free. That is why i completely understand why ppl believe in god, shit just works out so well you can't ignore it's going too well and too smooth for not being designed sometimes. Too bad religions fucked up on making ppl believe in good shit by doing wrong stuff too often, i wish i could find support there, yet i saw that this days it's mostly for making profit on weak, stupid or just very confused ppl. It sucks to believe in something that people usually believe in, yet being unable to trust that ppl around you do actually believe and not just try to convince themselves that they are forgiven for their wrongdoings or just making profit for themselves off of others believe. How come that god is good and love, yet ppl who try to tell you that suck so much almost every time?

[dzpenumbra]

3/18/23

Again, I'm avoiding this.

I'm just fed up.

This hellish cycle just won't end.

I started today on a good foot, I really did. I struggled a bit with yoga, but I pushed myself and got there. I got a phone call halfway through meditating, and I tuned it out and kept going. I went to the package room before even showering (that's a big push outside my comfort zone social anxiety-wise) to get my new fabric inks. I had a plan, I had tools, I had momentum.

I had 5 things on my goals list for today - check on the art supply delivery (check), desire path concept prototype (check), clean art station a bit (nope), water orchid (nope). At this point in the day, I had gotten exactly one thing on that list done. I had briefly started to throw together an idea for the prototype, I'll get into that later so I can wrap this up on a positive note.

The call while I was meditating was my mom. Let me just preface what's to come by stating the obvious here. I have been extremely stressed out lately, which I think is pretty obvious in my writing, especially when compared to my writing from around when I started this blog. I am very on-edge. I have no incoming sources of positivity, hope, optimism, etc... so I have to generate it myself. I'm grieving, and it's hitting me harder than I expected, in ways I wasn't expecting, too. Like... my left eye has been twitching for a fucking month now. I'm just... I can spiral into stress and frustration very quickly. And I'm really tired of holding back that wall every day, honestly. I kinda want to get that frustration and stress out of my system, not bottle it up.

My mom asked me how I was doing. I made it very clear that I was struggling. Despite my day being fine so far... my mind went immediately to the day before. The list I posted here. The mic problem with the art stream setup. The audio routing issues with music streaming. It came flooding back instantly, and my mood followed. This was my only opportunity to speak to another person who was presenting themselves in a supportive role. I communicated the struggles I was having as much as I could, but I really wasn't getting many questions, much engagement. I just... didn't understand why she couldn't comprehend the problem. In my head, I spelled it out perfectly. "I have two desks now. The mic arm is like 2.5 feet long. The desk is like... 6 feet long. The mic functions best directionally, and... can't rotate because of that, because the shock mount doesn't work that way." I tried to appeal to the frustration of having to unhook my mic, unfasten my mic stand clamp, move it to the other desk and reset it... every time I want to switch between gaming and art streams. And I was planning on doing this... at least one stream switch a day... so... likely two mic swaps per day, every day that I stream. It's fucking obnoxious.

And it hit me instantly. I've had this same problem... since I started doing the bird illustration streams. Since I tried doing art streams and set up my station in the old studio space. I had to swap the mic between the two rooms. I used to stream games from my laptop on my couch so I could chill with my dog, and have my mic mounted on a wooden coffee table next to the couch. But once I added in art streams, I had to move the entire setup over to the studio space. Permanently. I was sitting on a drum throne in there at my drafting table for like 6-8 hours a day. It really fucked up my hips and my back. And my dog just slept on the bed behind me. We didn't really get to interact as much as before. It was a big shift in my life. It was back in like... early 2022, I think. Like late winter/early spring. I was in that studio space for like a year. I didn't even use my couch anymore after that, I moved it to the other side of the room because of its disuse and it remained unused until the night my dog died. I mean that.

I had another microphone identical to the one I have now. It was supposed to be for my brother, I think. I guess he didn't want it. Or maybe he tried it and learned quickly that... it didn't work... Because... it didn't work. And I was really hopeful and optimistic that I could just set up the two mics - one at the couch spot, one at my studio spot - and be fine. But every time I used the second mic... it would make clicking sounds in Discord, like loud popping sounds. I swapped out the cable, same problem. Swapped out mics... fixed it. So... pretty clear it was a mic problem. So... even if I have this mic in my new apartment, which I am pretty sure I don't... pretty sure it didn't survive the move... it's not like I can use it.

The speed I type this out is actually lagging really slow behind my thoughts when I go through really stressful stuff like this, and in conversations, my thoughts go even faster. I have kinda adapted to slowing my thought stream down a bit in order to type it accurately. So... everywhere my brain went up above? That happened in like... 2 seconds. And I didn't see a solution. Because I'm not about to ask my mom to buy me a new microphone. Even if she offered one to me, I don't have an extra port to plug it into. I would need a new input box too. Good lord, all this fucking equipment is like 10 years old. I swear, I'm doing the best I know how with the equipment I've got. I just... I don't like asking my family for money-related things. If they offer of their own free will, I'll talk it over. But I'm not about to go ask my rich parents for a second studio mic for my livestream that has a whopping 0.3 average viewers.

And this is supposed to be for my fucking business. This is my way of introducing my art to new people. Social networking. Opening my studio to the world. This is it. This is all I have. So it's kind of a big deal that I can't fucking talk to my audience. Add to that... that I can't even play music either. So my stream goes from cool music and cool art and hanging out and chatting with the artist ... to sitting there and watching art being made with no interaction, no explanation, with fucking muzak playing over it. At what point in this process is this no longer even my stream?

So yeah. As you can probably tell from how upset I am right now... these emotions were not easy for her to handle. And by not easy, I mean she literally felt threatened by me, and started to guilt me into showing some form of gratitude or appreciation that she googled a mic stand... for a different type of microphone... that's $27... on Amazon... as a solution to this problem... And, I guess, just kinda tried to make me feel indebted for even having a living being to speak to about this. Like... even if she outright said she "couldn't relate" and said "if you need help, you need to tell me how to help", shit like that. I mean. Okay. I'm just gonna go off here.

WHY. THE FUCK. WOULD I COME UP WITH A SOLUTION TO MY OWN PROBLEM IN FRONT OF SOMEONE. AND THEN DELEGATE IT TO THE ONE PERSON. WHO JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED ME COME UP WITH IT. WHO HAS NO WORKING KNOWLEDGE OF THE PROBLEM ITSELF. WHY THE HELL WOULD I NOT JUST SOLVE IT MYSELF AT THAT POINT.

She asks me how I'm doing. I am honest and forthright, yet metered because I can intuitively tell it's an unsafe environment for me to express those emotions. I was correct in that assessment. She engages and tries to help without gathering enough information about the situation. The attempt falls flat. I get blamed for not giving enough information. When I'm pissed off. And holding my emotions back because she will lose her shit on me if I just go off. <here's the best part> There is no second attempt. It turns immediately into my fault that I am not communicating effectively. As though pointing fingers at me and demanding praise and tribute is going to make me communicate the way she fucking wants. Ever tried... I don't know... asking nicely? Being polite? Being considerate of other peoples' feelings?

I swear to god, I even went all out and brought in examples... like "hey, this would be like if you just suddenly... didn't have a phone in your office." An attempt to bring someone who is miles the fuck away in their own head into a situation that feels similar to mine, that creates the same limitations. To show her how I am feeling at that moment. Nope. Just breezes right past that, like I never even spoke, not even an attempt to empathize.

My fucking ex used to do the same shit. All of this. To try one goddamn thing to help when I was going through a rough time, then taking huge offense when it didn't work, and immediately self-victimizing. I am literally in social isolation. These women seek me out. They attempt to be supportive once. They do not succeed in supporting me in that one attempt. They blame me. It hurts them. And suddenly... like goddamn magic... they need support! And it just so happens that their support is... way more urgent than mine! How... fucking... convenient... --- correction: How fucking toxic. --- "But how am I supposed to help you when you're not telling me how to help you?!" Bitch, you just sat there silent for 15 minutes after I asked you a direct question, you wanna come after me because I didn't hold your hand and spoonfeed you the solution to my own problem, so you can swoop in and take credit for it? Fuck off. Fuck off with that slimy shit. How about you... I don't know... get to know me? Get to know who I am, what I do, why I would feel that way... and then decide whether you're on my side... because you come to me acting like you're on my side, then start fucking pointing fingers at me the second I get upset as though I'm breaking some kind of unwritten rule you came up with or some shit.

I remember clearly having a morning where I was extremely pissed off at my landlord for mowing the lawn. At 10:30 AM. 2 feet outside my window, which was open in the summer. When I had told both of my landlords several times that I work nights. That was... probably 4.5 hours of sleep, woken up by a diesel engine and a whirring steel blade 2 feet away from my head, when I have PTSD. And I remember being on the phone with her, and she... wasn't even sympathetic. She was acting as though me being upset with that was like... unreasonable. Like it didn't make sense or something, like it was bad for me to be upset. That has happened so many times, I can't even count. Just completely dismissing my perfectly reasonable upset, claiming to be "supportive". Spoiler - dismissive is like... the opposite of supportive.

Dead honest, it feels like exploitation. Like my struggles are being exploited and used as like... fun little projects so they can farm "thank you's" and "praise". And they can just bat their eyelashes... or raise their voice and threaten... to twist me into doing all the steps, all the heavy lifting for them. Getting to understand the general situation, identifying all the relevant factors at play, understanding how I feel about it and its importance, putting themselves in my shoes (easy as fuck when you get the other person to put themselves in their own shoes...), start brainstorming options, come up with a plan, delegate responsibility. It all falls on my lap.

This isn't fucking supporting someone who is clearly overwhelmed with emotions. This is watching someone fucking work, while you sit there and look at your fucking Apple Watch and wait for your shopping list to be handed to you, then you click like 6 fucking buttons and BOOM. Problem solved. MY GODDAMN HERO.

Meanwhile. I'm fucking alone. And they have learned absolutely nothing about my life, nothing about my work, nothing about my struggles or how to help me. Because they cut. Fucking. Corners. Because they used emotional manipulation and "poor me, I'm too dumb or old or female or 'don't care about your stupid hobbies' or whatever excuse I can think of in the moment" to coerce me into solving my own problem, for an audience, and then swoop in to gobble up all of my well-earned self-esteem boost from having conquered that obstacle.

Let me tell you what gaming and skateboarding taught me. That apparently these fucking people didn't learn. Those who have never eaten shit 200 times trying a kickflip... will never fucking come close to understanding the value of landing your first kickflip. Those who have never gotten shredded over and over and over by the Taurus Demon in Dark Souls, because you're brand new to the series, you don't know anything about it, you're doing everything you can and you just keep getting fucking stomped. They will never understand what it feels like to finally beat it. Because they quit. Half the time, they don't even attempt it more than once. They just... never try.

You wanna act like clocking in hours and making someone else work your shift is the same value as actually doing the work yourself? You see... I'm gonna keep going with the skate and gaming analogy here. You think you're cheating others. You think that. Say you look up some video on how to beat Taurus Demon. You don't figure it out yourself. You don't learn his move-set, you don't learn your own move-set, you don't use the terrain, you just look up some tutorial online and just copy what they did. What the fuck do you do at the next boss? Hmm? <checks watch> Hmm? No clue, huh. Guess... you're gonna look that boss up too, right? At that point, you're doing a color by numbers and calling it "painting". You're nuking a microwave dinner and calling it "cooking". And most people (I wish I was exaggerating, truly most people) hold themselves back from doing this only because of the judgement of others. Only because people might find out they're "cheating" and they might "get in trouble". Like they're some 14 year old hiding in the garage smoking their aunt's cigarettes or something.

What they don't realize. Is that they cheat themselves. They cheat themselves out of learning, and subsequently growing. LEARNING. IS. OVERCOMING. OBSTACLES. Learning is failing, taking notes, getting back up and learning again. That is literally the definition of learning. There is no learning without risk of failing to learn. And the only way you guarantee that you do not learn... is to give up, or to cheat.

I'm so fed up with this. I just can't do it. I feel like the only support I'm going to get at all is money. So... if that's how things stand... I really shouldn't be giving anything more than... work orders. I should just send shopping lists or something. It feels gross. But the rest of it kinda just feels like a fragile façade right now. Caring about how I feel? Didn't see much of that today, in fact... I got about 10 minutes of actual concern for how I felt, and about 2.5 hours of having my own feelings and my expression of those feelings weaponized against me, and leveraged to explain to me very clearly that the reason I am not getting support or assistance in my life... is because I'm a poor communicator.

I. The writer. The artist. The musician. The radio broadcaster. The streamer. The storyteller. The poet. AM A BAD COMMUNICATOR. AND I NEED TO WORK ON IT. BECAUSE I SUCK AT COMMUNICATING. I WONDER WHY I STRUGGLE TO MEET PEOPLE. I WONDER WHY I'M SO SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT MY WORK AND SEE MYSELF AS AN IMPOSTOR. I've had this shit ground into my head weekly for over 4 years straight, with minimal breaks, no break longer than... a month or two. THE ENTIRE PANDEMIC. I wish I was exaggerating!

So... I have gathered very clearly that... this is not a safe environment for me to express my honest emotions. My feelings that were inhibiting my communication, that were holding feelings back, that were restricting my expression and keeping them internal? They were correct. Those were correct assessments. So... I'm going to have to keep my distance. Isolation be damned. It's better to be alone and free than whatever the fuck I was subjected to again today.

I learned that with my ex. I had about 6-8 months of freedom from those behaviors... then my mom brought it back in. If she can't keep those behaviors away from me, I will be forced to cut off my last family member.

Well... not my last. I still have my older brother. And my nephew. So, that's very good. I really need to keep reminding myself that.

Okay, let's move to something more positive, shall we? I prototyped the desire path project today. I got really obsessed at the end of the night last night with... exploring a natural environment first person. Like... if I'm going to be the traveler (rather than AI) in this project, I'd like to actually go on the journey, not just move a pen around on a paper. I went with Minecraft. I remembered that there was a minimap mod that tracked your recent movements, Xaero's maps. I got them set up, and even contacted the developer to see if he could give me a tutorial on how to tweak the values on the trail - it leaves little red x's on the map behind you, but at a pretty large time interval (so not a ton of detail, lots of spacing between x's in the trail) and they disappeared after about 60 seconds. I was trying to see if he could let me know how to manually adjust the placement interval and the duration, so I didn't have to screenshot the fucking map every 60 seconds. Welp... he didn't. He got back to me after like 3 hours, which is cool, but he said he'd consider it for a future patch. Then I get lectured for 3 hours about how I'm a bad communicator - when I literally communicated verbatim "could you throw together a quick tutorial for me on how I could manually alter the values in your mod to get this effect? I'm not very experienced with coding" Yeah, guess I didn't ask 3 times, my fucking bad. Maybe I'll just draw a fucking diagram next time.

So after the stupid bullshit with my mom, I started tracking. I started at a village and set random waypoints around the map. I set the spacing way too fucking far, because I wanted to wander and to have a fun adventure... but I bit off a lot more than I could chew. So... I ended up narrowing it down to just going to one Point of Interest for now. So... my first journey, I had the general direction of where I was headed, and the waypoint would pop up to guide me in if I got within 250m of it. Otherwise I'd never find it, and I liked the whole... gravitational pull aspect of it. So I got super lost, explored a lot and then eventually found the waypoint. I set up a big shrine at this location as a visual marker. Then I headed back, doing the same process, screenshotting every minute or so. After every trip, I'd stitch the screenshots together in GIMP and trace my trail. The first trip was something around 30 screenshots, the last one was 11. I started to get a feel for the environment, learning little landmarks with each pass. There was a village about 2/3 of the way there, there was a sharp corner area by a bay that I used as a reference point, two river crossings where I tried to be a bit realistic and cross at the narrowest place I could visually find. And each trip, I learned more and more landmarks. I did the trip 5 times in total. Then I put all my trips on top of the master map and looked for overlaps. I went back into the world and used a shovel to make path blocks and added torch markers on a fence post where 3 or more paths overlapped, to simulate a desire path, a well-traveled area. There wasn't a ton of overlap on paths, but there was a surprising amount, a lot more than I thought when I did it. I felt half-lost every time.

Now, when I do this again tomorrow, there will be some established trails to keep an eye out for. I will make a point to use a trail every time I see one, as long as it's heading towards my destination or a landmark I know. The torches will make them super visible at night. And as I continue to do this trip between Riverside and Bright Point Shrine, more and more ground will be converted into path. Sand will be compacted into sandstone, dirt will be compacted into paths. I might do bridges eventually, but I'm not quite there yet. I'm curious to see how dramatically the new paths narrow my wandering and... tame my travel into a deliberate direction. I plan to screenshot, stitch and track every trip... which is laborious but doable... and then add the trips to the master every 5 trips. And continue the rule - everywhere there are 3 or more paths overlapping is now compressed and has a torch marker.

Oh, and since I'm on markers... <eyeroll> ... I got my fabric paint. I just... didn't have time to work on my hoodie with everything. It's just sitting on my work table. Maybe tomorrow at some point. I'd really like to, these pens look like they're going to do some real good work for me. I think the mandala on the back of my hoodie is going to get some... I'm still trying to decide. I definitely want to add a metallic to it, I'm very drawn to silver right now. I'm just not sure about what other color. I feel like red is a bit too menacing for this hoodie. Maybe white? We can see how opaque the white is? I mean... that's the real test of an opaque paint pen, put white paint on a black hoodie. If that works, fucking every one of those should be solid gold. I'm just back and forth about like... testing... on this. BUT, this was supposed to be the test hoodie! I just got really attached to it! XD

Glad for the vibe reset. Lots of cool things coming down the pipeline. Trying to stay focused on that. And yeah, maybe this is good incentive to get the fuck out to the skatepark and meet new people, to just like... prove that not all people are stuck in these nasty habits like my ex and my mom. I can't let their paranoia about my emotions... make me feel like my emotions aren't safe to have around other people. I'm not a pitbull, I'm a pacifist. I'm just super stressed out and can't catch a break.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I wanna continue this cause this is funny!

"YES!"

Heads turn and look at Janice who's eyes shimmer with herself nearly out the table.

She LOVES kids and baby pictures are a must to see

Between pictures being passed and conversations being made, pretty much everyone began to feel comfortable around Valerie in her home, especially the ones who lack a mother in their lives

At one point in the night Joseph's phone goes off hinting someone's trying to call in which he asked Valerie if it's okay to answer on speaker, she agrees and hit's answer to hear his step-mother instantly bickering in the phone which he kept calm and silent as he let her go off about how the place isn't cleaned and how she was out shopping all day and his dad is mad and blah blah blah

After she was done he hung up and stated "And this is why I get high."

He stops and looks at Valerie before stammering, "In high I mean, high in my grades. Like, wow, my grades are through the roof..heh... Wow..wow.. this uh...this chicken taste amazing Mrs Kemonohito.." While Jac tries to not laugh

Suddenly Sha thought of something

"Oh yeah, Nadia, your brothers mentioned a boyfriend you had. What he do?"

The table thought long in hard how to explain Mozenrath without informing the whole he's an immortal demisexual sorcerer who has a floating talking eel as his only friend

"...He does trades. Travels a lot."

Later in the night when desert was about to be present Marie looked at her phone and began to gather her things, "Sorry everyone. I have to go help father at the church tonight."

Janice sighs, "You help every night, I'm sure Mr Stick-Up-The-Butt can let you have fun just this once."

Maria chews her lip and shuffled on her feet, "Yeah.. But me and Hugo got this awesome new booking cleaning set. Like it cleans faster than my old feather duster and plus the statues aren't going to wash themselves." She said with a semi forced smile

Janice playfully pouts before standing and going to Maria, "Want me to want you home princess?" Maria blushes, "Oh no no no, I..I can walk just fine Jan, thanks for the offer."

Janice looks behind Maria to the table who just watches them in silence with Jac silently going to kissing motion with Jack staring at him confused and Wilhelm mouthing "Tell her, tell her"

Janice breaths in, "We'll see you tomorrow then."

Maria nods and walks out after thanking for the stay and Janice sits back in her chair where all her friends voice an array of disappointment

Wilhelm puts his head in his hands "I've known you both for years and that was hard to watch..." He mumbled

"Come on guys, it wasn't the right time-"

"You two could easily be in Paris fucking France, dancing in the moon light with roses everywhere while the Lady and the Tramp Italian dudes are singing that song where the spaghetti kiss happened and you'd STILL say it wasn't the right time!" Whined Aya as she slumped in her chair

"She could be straight-" She stopped when Sia stared at her like "don't even joke that idea"

Okay now that the OCs met each other, can I ask for headcanons if the Kemonohito sibs and the ICarly Trio invite their new friends to dinner and met Valerie?

It was Zuri’s idea, she thought it was the best way to get to know them since food brings everyone together.

They decided to hold it at they’re house since they’re planning to do a hot pot.

Valerie was the one who greeted them at the door as the kids were preparing the food.

She was taken aback when she saw them, then thought “Here we go again.” Still, she welcomed them inside.

She lead them to the living room, the preparations were almost done so all they had to do was wait.

She carefully observed them, another case of doppelgängers. They were some heavy differences as she noted on how conservative Wilhelm is, and how Jac just reminds her of Nadia.

"So.." She started, they all snapped to her attention. They apologized gave brief introductions.

"How did you all meet?" They gave her a short version, leaving out on Jac's part. The woman merely nodded.

Before long Valerie got into a rhythm, it felt like talking with her kids and friends.

Lona came out with Grim soon after, took one look at them and shrugged. Grim just wadded his way to Valerie's lap.

Dinner finally came, Valerie merely smiled as both groups interacted with other.

"Oh, I have some baby photos of my kids, would you like to see?"

"MOM!"

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby - 24 Hour Bug

Emetophobia warning! talk about vomit (quite a bit)

Your husband Tommy had been out all day working, leaving you home with a very sick daughter. You had finally settled her in her bed, got her to sleep and you yourself had stated to feel unwell, so you decided to get yourself into bed and try to sleep before the sickness inevitably comes. That is until you hear

"Mamma it's happened again" Alice appears in your doorway of your room "in my bed"

"Ok baby. Let's clean you up first" you sigh getting out of bed and you take your daughter into your bathroom. You run her a bath, take her clothes off and throw them in the sink ready to be washed. Alice gets into the warm water and you wash her hair thoroughly before helping her dry off. You grab her some clean pyjamas

"Get into mine and ya dads bed. I'll go and sort your bed out. If your going to be sick use the bed pan" you sigh and walk into her bedroom, but the smell hits you and you just add to the mess "fuck" you groan now kneeling on the floor feeling rather light headed

"Mrs Shelby" you hear a gasp. Looking up you see your maid Frances running into Alice's bedroom "no wander I heard so much movement up here. Are you ok? where's Miss Alice? is she ok?"

"She's been sick, she's in mine and Tommys room. I came to clean up but I'm afraid I just made it worse"

"Let's get you up. Mary!" she calls to one of your other maids as she helps you up

"Oh my" you hear another gasp

"Perhaps Mrs Shelby and Miss Alice would like some water"

"Yes of course" with that Mary was gone

"Don't worry about the mess Mrs Shelby we will clean it"

"Oh Francis I couldn't ask..."

"Nonsense" she helps you into your room where a sleeping Alice now rests. Francis helps you into the bathroom "may I get some fresh clothes for you?"

"Yes. Top draw. Thank you Francis"

"Is quite alright"

Tommy had pulled up outside of Arrow House after his drive back from Birmingham. Entering the house, he watches as the maids are running around frantic

"Mary what's going on?" he asks nervously as Mary was rushing up the stairs with two glasses of water

"Oh Mr Shelby didn't Mrs Shelby phone you? Miss Alice has been rather unwell today, and unfortunately it seems that she has now caught what poor Miss Alice has" with that Tommy was following Mary up the stairs and into his room

"Shhh" Francis hushes the two entering the room then points at a sleeping Alice. You now exit the bathroom slowly feeling like you have no energy

"Hey love what's going on" Tommy is quick to your side and helps you into bed "why didn't you tell me you and Alice have been sick"

"Didn't want to disturb you. I've only just starting vomiting" Mary places a glass of water on your bedside table and one on Alice's then she and Francis leave you to it "Tom, I think you should sleep in the spare room tonight. Don't want you catching this bug"

"No. I'm staying right here. Now if I remember this chair was pretty comfortable and I got plenty of rest when you were in labour" Tommy sits down in the leather chair making you smile weakly "get some sleep, love. If you or Alice need me I'm right here"

True to his word your husband stayed by your side all night with the bed pan for either you or Alice to be sick in. The next morning Alice seemed to back to her normal self, other than being a little tired. You however still felt rather ill but it didn't last long as the day went on. Annoyingly Tommy never got the sickness bug, but you heard that John, Esme and the kids were all wiped out by it and Polly was having to look after them. Tommy thinks that's where you had caught the bug because

"Who the fuck knows what Johns kids get themselves into. Bloody animals they are" according to Tommy.