#they can leave one thing out and it wouldn't change a thing

[edensrose]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 Heart Eaters Event

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ 。。。“ i won't cry for you ”

˚₊‧꒰ა ex husband.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ gn reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he always knew he'd choose the life of a sorcerer over you. but when that life promises him ruin at the centre of shinjuku, he wishes to hold you. just one more time.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ divorced spouses, mentions of death, fear of death, broken marriage 𓂃 wc ⌇ 1.4k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ kicking off this event with a big blow, i wanna die art cred ⌇ tansan__mizu (twt)

Instead of your snuggle sofa paired with your favourite fluffy black blanket, white obscured both. The only black being that damned uniform.

"What the hell are you doing here, Gojo?"

"Please, not that again."

"Don't you know how to knock? I can call the authorities right now."

"Sweetheart—"

"I have a name. First and last. Don't."

The keys drop in a bowl together with your mood. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you jerk your coat tighter. Maybe the wool would keep you together. Keep you safe from the cold and those begging blue eyes.

Tall as ever, Satoru stood in the living room's centre. Instead of hands stuffed in pockets, they dangled aimlessly at his side. Rather than a blindfold, blue greeted you. Pleaded you. He never obscured them when it came to you; he remembered how you loved them. How you drowned in them on your wedding day, wedding night— avoided them after signing icy ink.

Signing away the certificate, the ring on your finger, him— only this house remained. Satoru refused to settle for any less. In exchange for a peaceful divorce, he only had one condition: stay here. Stay safe. You accepted. On the condition of one more stay. Him. Away from you.

"I told you, I can't do this anymore." The threshold to the living room was your boundary. You didn't dare step closer. You wouldn't. Couldn't. "We had an agreement. You stay the hell away from me, I live my life."

"I understand—"

"Then why are you here? You couldn't even knock? How long have you been here?"

"You wouldn't have let me in."

"Then that should've been your first warning."

Warning. Away. Hell. Each of these more rigid than the frost rimming your windows. His heart warned him. Staying away from you would be hell. And hell? It wasn't blistering; but a blizzard. Cold, lonely, a wasteland. Satoru knew hell all too well. Ever since you threw those documents in front of him, hell became his livelihood.

"Please," his voice was soft, uncharacteristically. "I just wanna talk. I need you." The imaginary threshold bound him too. The gaping gorge spread between you both was imminent danger. One step, two step, and he'd fall. You'd evade. Throw a fit.

Had he truly been such a horrible husband? Satoru prided himself on being textbook perfect for marriage. Kind, considerate, compassionate, the type to make sure you never lacked. Materials, affection, emotion, whatever your pretty heart desired. And he was perfect, apart from one thing.

"Need me? Don't you have some mission that's more important?"

That. For all his pros, Satoru came with one boulder of a con. He was never around. Too busy, too dedicated. That kindness and compassion extended way beyond you. Twisted into senseless duty for a hopeless cause. He wasn't just the kindest. No, Gojo Satoru was the Strongest.

But the strongest felt at his Weakest when it came to you. Standing there, stiff, unwilling. Glaring daggers colder than ice and speaking frostier. Winter raged outside, but in this humble home was where the true blizzard brewed.

"I don't." He broke code. Stepped over that threshold. You stepped back. He went forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward— until you stood at the foot of the kitchen and him the same distance as before. Now closer to the door. You hoped he'd change direction and find himself out of it.

"I just— please, listen to me."

He took your silence as a green light. Even with your eyes roaring red.

"I just need to see you. One more time. One more night."

"Then refuse to leave in the morning? Pass."

"I won't exactly have a choice."

You paused. Squinted. "Why's that? Oh! Let me guess." Your laugh was cold, your eyes were colder, your words hissed as your shoulders shook off snow and you leaned into the kitchen doorway. "Mission, right? That's the only thing more important than me anyway."

"Nothing was ever more important than you." Satoru snapped.

"Didn't feel like it when all I woke up to was the same empty bed I cried myself to sleep in."

"I had duties. I have duties. What about that made you think you were less important?"

"Hmm. Dunno. Maybe the fact you risked your life every day?"

"That's my damn job— hell, my life!"

"And what's mine? Grieving over you when you finally kick the bucket for a society that doesn't give two shits about you?"

You needn't raise your voice. Your glare screamed. Frozen daggers, a hateful wasteland. For him? For the people who moulded him? You married Satoru. But Gojo Satoru would be the man in the coffin. Young, like his widowed. Strung over, crying their eyes out over a man who was never truly theirs. Never truly their husband; but a weapon.

Silence formed a rink. Both rooted in this frozen graveyard you once called love. This home you once called ours.

He lifted the first sledgehammer. Not a slam, but shiver. "I need to be with you." Desperate, whispered. "Just one more time. I need to hold you in my arms, feel you, know you're real. Know that we were real. Just. . . once, please."

His heart called to drift closer, but he stood strong. Even in this weakness.

"You're right, there is a mission." Satoru murmured. "One I'm not sure I'll come back from."

You tensed.

He faltered.

"I get it, okay? I couldn't give you what you deserved. I tried. I wanted to— hell, I loved you." Trembled hands tore through his hair and gaped at the ceiling in search of mercy. "I love you. With all my heart. You made me feel like. . . like Satoru. Toru. Even when you refuse to call me either now. And I know I don't deserve this, but I can't go out there knowing there's a high chance I won't see you again."

His gaze lowered. Glossy. Shades hid his eyes when you signed the divorce papers. You imagined they looked like this when you picked up that pen.

"I hated every minute being apart from you. I don't know where I'm going. Don't know if you'll come there. I don't even know if there is a there to go to. All I know is that I missed you. I'll miss you. And that I—"

Gojo Satoru. The Strongest. Stood trembling before you. Crystalline tears slowly dripping from his shattered eyes. The sign of his strength. Now weak. The Weakest.

"I love you."

He faced you. Even when every fibre of his being told him to run. Even when you gaze remained unchanging.

"I love. You." He croaked. "Please. Just let me love you one more time."

Silence drowned him. His lungs burned, eyes stung. Frost clung to his skin. Outside would be kinder. Anything but this cruel house he found himself in. Not a home, but a house.

Still he hoped it could be one. Just for the night. One more time.

You sighed. Shoulders drooped.

"Satoru. . ."

His hope soared—

"I can't."

—shattered.

His heart in your hands. And still you squeezed it. Ripped it to shreds with your pretty palms he'd still get down on his knees and kiss in his dying breaths.

"This is exactly what I was talking about." The chill in your voice became a croak of your own. Instead of leaning, you held onto the doorway for support. One arm hooked around yourself. Grounding. Shaking.

You couldn't look at him. Wouldn't.

"You'll love me and leave me. Go out there and make my every fear a reality."

Your eyes shimmered. He instinctively stepped closer. Violently, you brushed the tears away. Shot him a look that froze him once more. Not sorrow, but a scowl. Not cold. But cruel.

"Leave."

"Sweetheart."

You ducked from the word. Both arms wrapped around your person tight. He didn't deserve your glare anymore, so you stared to the floor.

"I said leave."

"You won't see me again."

"And you know what?"

At last you shouted. Heaved. Your tears fell and you wiped each furiously. Then pointed with an aggressive hand to the door.

"I won't cry for you."

You broke.

Satoru? He shattered.

"Leave. I won't cry for you. Not any more. I won't shed a single tear for a man who was never mine to begin with."

Silence. Not a banter, not a breath. You snapped your head forward with a scream on your tongue.

"Didn't you hear me!? I said l—"

Nothing. No white hair. No blue eyes. Only the wide window.

And the cold, lonely winter. On a fateful day in Shinjuku.

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[siryouarebeingmocked]

It’s not stereotypical to say white people enslaved Africans; it’s just a half-truth where the other half isn’t brought up until it’s in defense of someone’s racist actions, making people not want to believe it.

Personally, most of the people I see who bring it up are doing it to counter a factually inaccurate idea of race relations.

IMO, that's racism.

Also, I've bought it up lots of times to counter people who were spouting the mainstream, racist perception. And I'm a black non-American.

True facts don't become racist just because they're inconvienient, or because you think the other person has a racist reason for bringing them up.

Especially if those facts give a broader, more comprehensive, and therefore more accurate picture of the situation.

I feel like you're describing your own rationalizations here, but in a deflecting way.

But yes, it’s true, and maybe things have changed, but the knowledge that Africans sold other Africans is common, as in like, it’s taught in academies now.

And yet I still see more people claiming white folks "enslaved" Africans.

African people were decided upon and were stolen until a few tribe leaders started selling their own people. These sold slaves consisted of criminals, outcasts, poor people, or Africans from other tribes (if they didn’t want to give any from their own).

Hold up.

AFAIK, slavery had been going on in Africa for a long time before Europeans showed up. Including war slaves.

I feel like you're glossing over the part where Africans captured and enslaved other Africans. Up to and including active raids to capture slaves.

As to why African tribes sold their people? Well, it’s a mixture of fear and power struggle. Either the African kings and leaders were scared that their own family and friends would be captured and sold if they didn’t intervene, or they sold their people to gain artillery and weapons.

I've never heard the first reason given, ever.

Also, "trading with other people for stuff you want for an advantage" doesn't make them victims.

I also want to add that the guns given were either faulty and half-working, or worked just fine, but were outdated. That’s like if I gave someone a prototype and kept version 3 all to myself.

So they sold Africans the surplus guns that wouldn't sell to Europeans. That doesn't seem like a sinister plot, that seems like getting rid of old stock.

Also, I rarely see anyone give this level of nuance to the white people who bought slaves.

No one is going "gee, they had to get black slaves to work their colonial plantations! They had to be economically competitive!"

>Basically, yes, white people stole Africans, and yes, Africans sold other Africans to white people. Both statements are factual and can exist coherently.

So why do you describe Africans as just "selling" and say white people "stole"?

There was a lot more "stealing" going on by black people than white people, even by your own argument.

You can't even be objective in your basic descriptions.

>It’s not stereotypical to say whites enslaved African people; it’s just half of the picture, but still a fact.

Again, the statement usually implies white people alone enslaved black people, and leaves out who did the majority, assuming the speaker even knows most of it was black on black.

And I don't think most people do.

In most mainstream discourse, the role of black slavers is entirely ignored.

If white people are held responsible for something actually done by black people, that's racist and should be corrected, just like the converse.

So a black woman was released from jail five months after she was arrested for "abusing a corpse" because she had a miscarriage in a restaurant bathroom.

Her name is Mallori Patrice Strait, and she is 33 years old. This is her.

I distinctly recall raising concern that this would happen to women in anti-abortion states when this happened to Brittany Watts in Ohio and I distinctly recall pro-lifers saying this wouldn't not lead to women getting arrested for miscarriages.

It's also not lost on me that these two women are black, and pro-lifers spent years arguing that their policies were meant to "protect the black population."

While you all justify Adriana Smith's case in Georgia, I wanna hear the 'pro-life' explanation for this.

I want all the "protect black babies" people and the "abortion is black genocide" people to step forward.

I just want to talk.

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Yandere!Hector/Reader Headcanons

i was writing a fic but my computer crashed and deleted 1.7k words of fanfic so I'm making headcanons instead to give me motivation to rewrite the fanfic!

tw: stalking, obsessive behavior, suggestive content, hector being creepy, hector talking bad about himself, mentions of somophilia (nothing ever happens but hector thinks about it), gaslighing, dead dove content

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! if you find any of the content above triggering, PLEASE do not read!! if you click, read, and become uncomfortable or smth don't blame me, i tried to warn you.

= The first time Hector sees you, he knows that you're the one. Out of everything, you came up to him first, turning on the thermostat to cool yourself off from the heatwave. He did as you commanded, gently blowing out a nice, cool breeze as you worked in your office. He couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, resting his head in his hands.

= He's both excited and horrified when you scan him after so long of waiting and watching everything you do. Hector doesn't introduce himself just yet, staring at you from the grate until you're about to walk away. He calls out for you and apologizes for not saying anything. He greets you and is surprised when you respond positively.

= Speaking with you was the highlight of his week, hell, maybe even his life. Hector follows you back to your room through the vents, watching you get ready for bed before laying down.

= A surge of jealousy goes through Hector at the thought of Betty holding you. It should be him! He should be down there, cuddling you, keeping you, touching you, loving you... But he knew he could never. You would find him ugly and never scan him again, maybe replace him.

= Hector fantasizes when all the objects are Realized, leaving just him and you. They wouldn't be able to stop him from loving you how you should be loved. He thought about when Dorian leaves, how he'd be able to finally sneak out and touch you as you slept. He had to take a moment when he realized how horrible that thought was, covering his mouth as if he were about to vomit. It was your fault you were making him feel like this, but he didn't want to stop feeling like this. You were a drug that could make him sober.

= His stalking grew more intense and bolder, almost getting caught a few times by the other objects. Hector never takes anything; he can't when your clothing is sentient or when your trash hoards it away. He ends up stealing from Fantina's shrine, causing her to scream and freak out, accusing everyone in the gym room.

= Speaking of the gym, it's always nice and cool in there, so you never use Fantina, just him.

= Hector loves when it's warm outside, watching you get all hot and bothered before you have to turn him on and save you from the blistering heat. He will sometimes tease you and not turn on, watching you sweat and walk around in loose clothing. He quickly turns it on when you start heading up to the attic to see what's wrong.

= When you're gone, he makes the house a living hell, turning up the heat to extreme temperatures to make everyone miserable. Everyone becomes irritable and sweaty, blaming you for leaving the heat on. Hector does feel bad when some of the objects snap at you, like Freddy and Mac. Skylar has to step in to calm a few of them down and explain that it couldn't have been you since Dorian, Curt, and Rod saw you leave without touching the thing.

= When/if you confront Hector about it, since he's the HVAC system, he lies and apologizes, his voice shaky. He doesn't want you to be mad at him, please don't be mad at him, he's only doing this because he loves you!

= Whether you believe him or not is up to you, but you tell him not to do it again.

= The other objects start to feel worried. They can sense the change in the house. The objects you're close to tell you to be careful, that something is wrong, and to keep an eye out.

= Hector tells you not to listen to them, telling you that everything is normal. He can see all over the house, and everything is fine! Just stay with him. Stay close to him. Please.

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it's late and i got a HUGE headache so i miiighhttt post a part two to this if i feel up for it idk jaybe jaybe not.

thanks for reading mwah mwah sorry about creepy hector

[sakurabraches]

see, you're right that glinda is complicit for most of the play, and i think i agree with like 90% of what you're saying, but i would argue your last point is a little imcomplete

glinda IS a warning about the dangers of being complicit in a fascist regime, i don't disagree. she says it herself: "there's a kind of a sort of cost / there's a couple of get lost," which is why she loses elphaba in the end. but she's also a lesson on how to overcome our own complacency and unlearn our privilege, and ultimately discover how to use our the power we do have for good

and the contradiction in glinda's character is that she's selfish, a coward, and willingly blind to the violence of the wizard's regime for most of the show, but she's also the one who ultimately topples that regime and is left with the power to do real good in oz

elphaba does important work on the front lines, but at the end of the day, she's one person against a regime, and she's limited. and as morally righteous as elphaba is (she's objectively a better person than glinda), her good deeds often come back to haunt her, or have unintended consequences. and she eventually crumples under the pressure of it all and crashes out and kidnaps and terrorizes a child (it's a valid crash out, but like holy shit elphaba chill)

elphaba's limited, and by for good she's at the end of her rope, and recognizes she's burned most of her bridges in oz and there's only so much good she herself can do. but glinda "can do all [she] couldn't do," which is why she passes the grimmerie onto her

now, glinda is only in this position because of the decisions she made. had she gotten on the broom with elphie or gone with her at any point, she would have given up all her social capital and either have ended up dead or burned herself out like elphaba and fiyero did

this doesn't mean glinda made the right decisions. she was still selfish and complicit. i'll maintain that glinda couldn't have gotten on the broom, but she could've done more within her role as glinda the good. though tbh i think accepting the role of glinda the good means on some level buying into the violence of the system and resigning herself to complicity in that violence, even if she had intended to overthrow it from within (and to be clear she had no such aspirations until FG).

again, glinda could have and should have acted better, and her guilt and regret is an important part of her character. but elphaba acts almost completely righteously imo, but as admirable as her rejection of the wizard's regime is, it very much limits her in the long run

so as much as glinda is complicit in the wizard's regime and part of the problem, you also need people like glinda, people who can stay and work within the system, but can be influenced by people like elphaba, to overcome fascist regimes--at least within the logic of wicked. the wizard and morrible can only be toppled when elphaba and glinda come together at kiamo ko. neither of them could have done it alone, but together they're unlimited

elphaba couldn't change oz, but she could change glinda. glinda couldn't save elphie, but she could save oz. something something greatest team that's ever been something something doomed yuri

as for the original question of whether glinda deserves to be alone, agree to disagree ig cuz imo "deserving" is a nebulous concept and i don't really know if anyone deserves anything so much as we're given what we're given and should strive to do the best we can with the situation we're in (sorry that was annoyingly philosophical)

glinda suffers from the consequences of her choices, just like how elphaba ends up in exile for her choices. i like glinda's ending and how it completes her arc, and i wouldn't change it. it's satisfying in the way it leaves you unsatisfied. things both could've been different but could've only ended like this

but by the end, glinda is glinda the good, and dedicated herself to doing right by oz to honor elphaba's legacy. she's done the work to redress the harm she's caused and has committed to moving forward as a better person

as someone who tends to favor restorative justice over retributive, i do feel bad the only friend that's mattered to her can never let her know she's alive, just as i feel bad that elphie's name can never be cleared. which is why i'm of the opinion that the matured glinda the good we see at the end of the play and who was willing to throw everything away to save elphie at kiamo deserves to know the woman she loves and changed oz for is alive the same way elphaba deserves to know she was right to trust glinda and her efforts to do good in oz ultimately paid off

again, not saying they should change the ending, cuz i like a tragedy too much, just that i'm left wishing things could be different for everyone and that both women deserved better, which i think all good tragedy does

it's weird to me when people are so adamant "oh glinda has to face consequences for her actions glinda has to be punished for her actions" not because they're wrong, but because what i find most compelling about glinda's character isn't the tragedy of "i was selfish and i lost everyone i loved" it's how she continually does learn from her mistakes and makes effort to be a better person

the ozdust is her first "oh shit" moment where she comes to term with the cruelty elphaba's faced her whole life and how galinda contributed to that. ariana said of the scene that being looked at and laughed at like that was galinda's worst fear, but in that moment it switches to doing something to put someone in that situation again. her joining the dance isn't just an attempt to fix it, but an acknowledgement of the harm she's done

this same arc plays out in act ii, albeit on a much wider scale. "thank goodness" establishes that glinda, despite claiming otherwise, isn't happy as glinda the good and really isn't proud of the role she's stepped into or the person she's become. and then nessa, fiyero, and the witch-hunting mob all happen in quick succession, and she gets a very rude awakening to just how much violence the wizard's regime (herself included) is capable of enacting

so she rides to kiamo ko ready to give up "glinda the good" to save elphaba, but elphaba insists that it's too late for her and passes her cause on to glinda. its also important to note that this is glinda putting the greater good (helping the Animals) over her personal needs/wants (wanting to save/be with elphaba). and as much as glinda is shoved back into a role she hates, i think she's also left with a clear sense of who she is and the power she does have and how she can do good

as much as glinda has regrets and sorrows and mistakes, she also consistently demonstrates an ability to learn from her mistakes and works to remedy them and ends the musical in a position where she really is glinda the good, even if she hadn't always been that. she's the one who removes the wizard and morrible and ultimately works to turn oz into the place elphie believed it could be. and i personally find this more compelling than her just being a cautionary tale about how selfishness and working for authoritarian dictators are bad

[destinysbounty]

Okay I decided fuck it, I'm gonna try my hand at a mergeswap au with Lloyd and Zane swapped (Lloyd getting pod-coma'd and Zane being the new monastery keeper + second-gen teacher). Of course a lot of other characters are getting swapped around too, so here are my current thoughts on all that so far.

As stated, Zane wakes up at the monastery after the Merge. Zane doesn't take to the solitude well, and kinda comes unglued during the few weeks until someone shows up. Luckily, someone finally does show up -- but rather than Kai, it's Nya.

Nya took Kai's place on the Monstrosity Route. The original miniseries is about learning to balance ruthlessness and mercy, knowing when to fight and when to show compassion - and although Kai is absolutely the right person for that storyline, Nya absolutely *isn't*. She is way too bloodthirsty (affectionate) to make it out of the Land of Monsters with her humanity intact. I say this as Nya's biggest lover and defender. She would not hesitate to do whatever it takes to get home, even at the cost or her morals, values, and teachings as a ninja. She would recognize the monstrous, bloodthirsty ways this land is changing her, but she wouldn't care. She'd just keep fighting and pushing and striving to get home by any means necessary. She'd keep shoving down and bottling up all her guilt/shame...until she sees Zane again, and the full weight of her actions hit her at once. Seeing someone from Before and realizing that she has once again sacrificed her humanity, her sense of self, for the sake of her family....yeah, that would mess her up.

I've also seen some other posts commenting that it makes sense thematically that Bug Kai didn't happen, since his entire arc is about preserving his humanity. But Nya? She doesn't get that same luxury. My brain is telling me she comes out with some fun new centipede parts, but upon meeting up with Zane she begs him to remove them so no one can know of her shame. She asks him to never tell their friends, to especially never tell Kai or Jay, because she can't bear the thought of them looking at her differently because of it.

So it goes like this: Zane is at the monastery. He's been trying to recoup his long-atrophied sixth sense well enough to catch visions of where his friends are, when Nya stumbles into the monastery cold and bloody and with weird bug-like growths all over her body (I am at my core a lover of body horror). She collapses in his arms, and he spends several days nursing her back to health. When she awakens, she initially refuses to explain what happened and insists it's nothing. But after a while Zane gently encourages her open up, to which she breaks down and explains what happened/where the bug growths came from. She begs him to remove them and to never tell anyone else, to which he reluctantly agrees.

After Nya has healed, she decides to go back out there and look for the others. Despite Zane's insistence on joining her, she convinces him that one of them needs to stay behind in case someone else shows up looking for them. And with her so emotionally fraught and vulnerable after everything she's suffered, Zane doesn't have it in his heart to say no to her right now. Even though he thinks it is absolutely a bad idea to send her right back out into the Merged Lands so soon after her recovery.

Zane still guards his post dutifully of course, never resting or leaving the monastery out of a steadily worsening paranoia that his friends will show up the moment he has his back turned and then leave before he can meet with them (some kind of parallel to Echo dutifully awaiting Julien's return at the lighthouse).

In the meantime, Zane continues to meditate and cultivate his sixth sense, and once again begins receiving the visions and premonitions that came to him so naturally in his youth. And sure, he catches glimpses of a lot of things, just none about his friends. But of course that changes eventually, when one day his visions finally give him a flash of something important - a brief image of Lloyd's ninja hood, and the premonition that it's located somewhere in the Crossroads. But rather than the reunion he'd been expecting, he instead finds Arin, Sora, and Riyu - who, against his better judgement, convince him to train them.

As for the others:

Because I love making my favs suffer, Jay gets put into Pixal's coma pod. So Nya still has to wait a really long time for Jay to come back to her. Tournament of Sources NEEDS to remain in the realm of Sad Nya Hours and I stand by that. Seabound awakened the Jaya angst demons within me and there's no putting that genie back in the teapot now

Lloyd...okay, I'm of a few different mindsets about his situation. Option A is that he just does a standard swap with Zane - sleeps through the Merge, wakes up in the weird coma pod within the Imperium Gate, and promptly feels horrible guilt over not being there while all his friends were busy suffering. He becomes the Conduit, he and Zane bond over visions, and the story happens as standard from there.

Option B is that he is imprisoned by Imperium and used as a fuel source (he's the part-dragon son of a god with energy powers, what do you expect). Either he's just imprisoned alongside the other dragons as standard, or he gets a treatment similar to the Sourcr Dragon. I'm partly leaning towards the latter option, with the season 1 finale acquiring the extra goal of saving/freeing Lloyd. Now Zane is the Conduit, and his visions get super-charged, and things just kinda spiral downhill from there. Because as we all know, Zane has a fantastic track record with being a Conduit for absurd amounts of godly power (Golden Armor in s3, the Forbidden Scroll in s11, the Manifestation Gate in s12...need I say more?)

As for who gets the Administration/Rogue Route, I'm torn between giving that to Pixal or Kai. On the one hand, having Zane as the new focus by way of ninja teacher means making Pixal as the Rogue equivalent is the logical choice. It prolongs the fulfillment of Zane's quest to find all his loved ones by saving his closest companion for last, and putting them at odds in that way could add a fun spin to their dynamic. The only problem I can see is that Pixal doesn't have an element, and as such she has no reason to be in the Tournament of Sources/get recruited by Ras. Unless a new element awakens in her like it did for a lot of other people, I suppose, but I have mixed feelings about that.

On the other hand, giving it to Kai makes for some damn good RGB angst. If you were to rank all of the Merge outcomes based on how badly they'd fuck with Kai, the Administration is easily his worst outcome. His love for his family and his desire to protect them is his primary motivator, - and if Kai has no memory, not of his family or his friends or any of the things that push him forward, what does that leave him with? A dead-end office job with nothing to live for, nothing to lose, and no reason to keep going. Jay at least managed to find enjoyment in his status as a shitty manager, but I struggle to imagine a scenario where Kai would be an Administration operative and not feel deeply, profoundly depressed and aimless. Which is fantastic fodder for this AU, I love angst. I also love that it keeps the canon element of Nya facing off against someone she loves but who no longer remembers her. It might even be worse if it was her brother instead of her yang, leaving her as the sole witness to a lifetime of childhood memories. The boy who raised her, whose tender hands cared for her with all the love he had, is now the vicious and hateful man who would not hesitate to kill her on the spot. I'm feeling very normal about that, trust me.

Cole is another one I'm a bit hazy about. I think I'm gonna tentatively put him in Nya's place helping the Kraggling war, which gives me a great excuse for some good tsunami duo and glacier duo content. And also the yet unexplored trio of Cole, Nya, and Zane, which could be a fun dynamic! I'm gonna go ahead and call them the Titanic Trio for now, until a better name occurs to me (get it? Because glacier plus water plus ships -).

This does of course leave the Lost Things Route wide open. I think if I dont put Pixal in the Administration, it'd be interesting to put her here instead and see what happens. Although Geo and Cole do still meet and fall in love. That bit is non-negotiable.

Anyway, these are just a bunch of miscellaneous and generally haphazard thoughts about my approach to the mergeswap au premise. Let me know what yall think about this, and if you'd like to see me develop this concept some more!

[hazel-tanthamore22]

Love Language

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hong Eunchae x Baemon8thmember!fem reader

Warnings: Jealousy Cuddling, lots of kissing, protective Ssamkura.

Sypnosis: Fearnots, and basically everyone in the industry, knew Eunchae didn't exactly love physical touch. So why is her love language towards you skinship?

Appearing on Eunchae's star diary wasn't for the weak, mostly because if you were older than her, you wouldn't hear the end of it, but for you, it was the lingering glances when your member was talking and the unnecessary touches.

"Let's introduce today's guests" Eunchae's voice beams from inside the room as the director opens the door and you step in with Ruka behind you. "Babymonster's oldest duo, Kawai Ruka and Y/N" She claps as she stands up and bows.

You and Ruka reciprocate the bow as all three of you sit down, you sit on the side closest to Eunchae. She starts by asking Ruka a question on being the oldest-blah blah blah- you aren't really listening until she places her hand on your shoulder to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N-ssi, how does it feel to finally be in the 20's" She asks, you 20th birthday hadn't been too long ago, and Eunchae always teases you about being the younger in the relationship, knowing damn well if you say something about her being old you'll receive the cold shoulder for God knows how long.

"It feels normal I guess, there isn't really much change, except now I can do more mature concepts more comfortably" You say, as her hand rubs up and down from your shoulder to elbow then back up. You don't ignore it, of course you can't that's your girlfriend, but you don't address it verbally for obvious reason, just giving her a small glance makes her draw her hand away, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly as if holding back a smirk.

Ruka catches on to what's happening and elbow you in the side which causes you to side eye her and slap her leg. She laughs before Eunchae interrupts you and Ruka's interaction with another question directed towards Ruka.

You look at Ruka as she answers the question, but feel eyes burning into the side of your head, which makes you turn your head slightly to be met with Eunchae starring daggers into you.

After about 9 more grueling minutes of answering questions and Eunchae making you feel like a pebble under her glare, the recording for Eunchae's star diary concludes and you're finally able to breathe without the weight of the cameras, but it that feeling is short lived as Eunchae grabs you and drags you to a more private room.

"What was all that about?" She asks, staring you down as she traps you against the door, her hand next to your head. "What was what about?" You ask, a bit startled and very confused. "The whole damn thing with Ruka, putting your hand on her leg? Giving her all the attention in the world like she's your girlfreind" She grumbles, her face inching closer to yours.

"Love it was noth-" She cuts you off with a kiss, her right hand hooking around your waist and pulling you closer to her. The kiss gets deeper, more aggressive as her tongue finds it's way into your mouth.

"Eunch-" You try to break the kiss but she pulls you back into the kiss, the only thing that stops her is a knock on the door and two voices, one which sounds like Ruka and the other like Sakura. She pulls away and gives a one last lingering look before letting go of you and fixing her lipstick.

You also fix your smugged lipstick right before Eunchae opens the door to her group and the eldest of your group standing there. "Is there a problem?" Eunchae asks the older women. "We have to get back to the dorms, c'mon" Chaewon says to an annoyed looking Eunchae. "You too, let's go" Ruka snaps her fingers towards you and you go to leave but Eunchae blocks the door way.

"Can she come back to the dorms with us, please" Eunchae asks the two eldest members who look at her like she's crazy. "Please, nothings gonna happen" She whines, looking at Yunjin with a "help me out" look.

"Can't she just come over Chaewon unnie, the kids aren't gonna do anything" Yunjin tries to coax the eldest two. "We aren't kids" You and Eunchae say in unison, the others looking at you, who has unceremoniously pulled Eunchae out of tge doorway.

Chaewon exhales through her nose before before sighing "Fine, if it's ok with Ruka-chan" Chaewon says while glancing at your older member who shrugs and responds "Fine by me, just be back at the dorms before nightfall and if you're staying over at theirs, call me or Rita to tell us ok?" You nod as Ruka states the condition of your stay at the fim-dorm.

You depart with the fimmies in their van, Chaewon who usually sits in the front is now in the back, lodged between you and Eunchae, who looks like she's about to kill her leader. "Is it necessary for you to be back here" Eunchae grumbles, glaring at her leader before looking at the windows.

"Yes, unless you don't want your little girlfriend here at all?" Chaewon mocks, giving Eunchae an ultimatum that makes her shut up.

The drive is quiet except for occasional huffs from Eunchae, tge older still not content with being apart from you even if it's just for a few minutes. When you've all arrived at the dorm, Chaewon gives you and Eunchae some space until you're all in the main dorm.

"If you're going to be in Eunchaes room, keep the door unlocked and no shenanigans" Sakura says before going into her own room. Eunchae practically drags you to her room, only allowing you to remove your shoes before tackling you onto the bed and pulling you close to her.

She uses her fingers to trace your facial features before speaking softly "You and Ruka" She starts before you cut her off "I'm your girlfriend, nor hers, I'd never do that to you, you should know I wont" You say in a low voice, almost a whisper, which makes her smile and pull you in for a kiss, this time more gentle and tame.

The moment is cut short by both of your phones buzzing uncontrollably. You break away from the kiss, picking up your phone first to see you and Eunchae tagged in multiple articles about the events of Eunchae's star diary. Questions ranging from "Is something going on between Le sserafim's maknae and Baby monsters second oldest?" To fans making statements like "I knew they were together just look at these pictures" which are photos from one of your past meetings and shopping sprees where you both had masks and caps on.

The comments just keep coming. "I thought Eunchae hated skinship, why is she always holding hands with her or hugging her of all people" After that comment you put your phone away, to be met with Eunchae who's also putting her phone down.

"The others are gonna kill us aren't they" You sigh in reference to ssamkura and Eunchae just shrugs it off. "Most likely, but let's just enjoy each other's company for now" She says before puling you closer and cuddling you, later you both falling asleep.

A/N: Ending and maybe the whole thing was rushed😭 Had this in my drafts for mad long so I js decided to feed yall.

[valentine-cafe]

May I order an affogato please?

(GN)

How would our beloved Vesp react to a proposal? You’re ready to let him know that you wanna be with him for as long as you both can, and wanna let the rest of the world know as well. You lay your heart bare to express your love and feelings to him, but how does he react after everything?

-🎐

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : affogato !! . . . vampire ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  vespasiano agresta caliari

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, vampiric lieutenant with years of experience turning his hairs grey

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... a fre sweet headcanons and notes on how it was proposing to vespasiano and his reactions <3 ⊹ cw ٬٬ reader crashed into vesp with a vespa in the past .

ps: seriously, this was so wholesome to sit and write SOBS, thank you for the ask dear

"We. . . Have been through thick and thin together. I've witnessed your hardest fights, and reached out as far as I could to grab it and help you back up from the ground, each time you fell. Like you did with mine."

It would have begun with a simple speech at first. Vespasiano had no clue what was coming his way. Nor did he anticipate the tears that would be welling up in his eyes in just a short amount of time. The subtle foreshadowing was everywhere, but he was oblivious to it. Too focused on simply listening to you speaking to him.

5 years, the two of you had been together for five years and had known each other for 11 as friends. It wasn't a lie when you said you'd seen him through some of the roughest down-lows human could sometimes get to. Witnessing him make way through loss, grief, a divorce and the back and forth of a dance with his ex-wife. You didn't fear that happening with the two of you. He didn't fear it anymore either. . . Not when its you.

"I'll never forget the first time we met, Vespa. . ." He places the drink in his hand on the table and gives you a fond but exhausted expression. That nickname will never leave him. . . 24 years old with a new license and you drove straight into him. The two of you share more inside jokes of that incident than what secrets can be held in a cardboard box. He claimed you tried to commit vehicular slaughter. You always felt a little bad remembering back to it. It only happened because the brakes broke and you really tried to do all in your might to brake. But before you knew it, you had hit him. Fresh out of university, with debt, a new license and now a broken Vespa that drove straight into some random guy walking down the street Vespasiano told the story to his kids like it was yesterday. All that had been on his mind that day was a nice cup of affogato from his favorite cafe downtown. When suddenly you crashed into his life. Literally. "Oh mio Vespa. . ." You sighed and chuckle when you receive a playful kick to the side of your foot. "Okay, okay. . . But, seriously. From back then to now. You have changed so much— you also haven't changed at all, but you've changed so much, and for the better."

He watched as you hoisted your glass of wine high. Sunlight reflecting into the blood red liquid that matches the thick maroon inside your body he's had a few sips of before. Once or twice— Liar. He's a little vampire is what he is.

"You saved my life." You whispered quietly and took a sip out of the cup. Daring enough to cast your affectionate glance his way. Regardless of what teases may come. "You saved my life, and I hope-" He grunts quietly when you push your index against his chest. "That you understand, everything that led us all the way up to this moment. Ain't stopping until I don't breathe no more."

And Vespasiano wouldn't have it any other way. Everytime the mere whisper of fear stirred in his mind. So rudely told him one day you'd get tired and you'd leave. Or the opposite— How it'd break you. . . How it'd break him. . . That day wouldn't come, it wouldn't because the two of you have grown to keep things consistent.

Suddenly, he watches you pull something out of your pocket. Ever the perceptive man, isn't he? Something glimmers inbetween the gaps of your fingers. Much like the forever shining starlight shimmering in your eyes.

"I trust you with my life. And I trust you more than anyone, to do something I never thought I'd do. And forgive me, for stealing this spotlight." You laugh quietly, turning to Vespasiano. You kneel down, and take a deep breath. "Vespasiano, will you marry me? Through all the turmoil and toil, and through the good times where we have laughed and cried in the aftermath. Will you marry me?"

The stunned silence overtook the balcony. Even the world felt as though it went quiet for the two of you. Just for a moment. Until you felt gentle hands take hold of the hands around the box.

"You forgot to open the box, silly." The breathless chuckle of endearment strikes anxiety and joy through the chambers of your tummy. Matching the same stirring feeling in his. "Yes, Yes I take you as my spouse, Dio mio. . . You beat me to it." His turn to laugh was over and now, your laughing reign had come. As you shoot up from your spot and pull him close in a passionate kiss. While your fingers find his and slip the ring onto his ring finger.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[tetraandtheapples]

Erm!! I did more art!!!!!! My art style is so inconsistent I want to draw more realistically but I'm goofy goober at my core....... Gehahahaha

Also???? Pony Error under cut??????? (and a few error sketches!) Hidden slightly because I'm still a bit unsure about the design RAHH

I think it'd be cool if he had strings all over his body like he was some mangled stupid hasbro official pony plushie...... but the strings were like insanely last minute LMAO so I want to redo it again with that in mind.... when the pony takes me over again.

Transcript for Pony Info (because my handwriting is a bit messy)

PONY INFO!

Strings run along entire body

Used to have a cutie mark, but the file is "lost"

Horn sparks & glitches dangerously when using magic

-> Not harmful to him, but strong emotions can cause it to flare up (basically when the horn starts fuzzing a lot you know he's close to a full-on reboot)

Whatever the hell this thing is core -> (pic of very stupid looking Hasbro official Princess Twilight Sparkle plushie with brushable hair!!!! Batteries not included)

↓ WARNING!!! STUPID IDIOT BELOW!!!!!!! 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 ↓

[cloud-somersault]

i haven't really written...shadowpeach fluff. like, extensively where it's just them together without interruptions or plot points. ...

i feel like if i did that, the fandom would implode

[disillusionedjudge]

{Hero Archetypes: The More... something version}

The Fallen Hero You are the Fallen Hero, a tragic embodiment of betrayal, vengeance, or perhaps a heart-wrenching love story turned awry. Whether exposed to corrupting influences, manipulated by deal-makers, brainwashed, extorted, blackmailed, or witnessing the destruction of sacred bonds, your descent into darkness is marked by profound sorrow and loss. You might have turned for the sake of greed. Yet within, a lingering spark of hope remains, compelling you to reluctantly extend assistance to the newcomers. Motivated by the sincere desire to shield them from the same tragic fate you endured, you find yourself driven to guide and protect, despite the shadows of your own past.

tagged by: @tarnishedxknight tagging: anyone!!

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

2 & 3 from section 1 for peri and 7 from whichever section has a more interesting #7 for diodore -moss

oooh these are fun ones!

2. Describe their tent set-up (outside and inside) (Peri)

I think Peri's tent is constructed similarly to Gale and Astarion's (boxy, fabric walls, little covered area outside). Deep blue fabric w/ golden astronomical embroidery, mostly the sort of thing you see on star maps. Little golden tassles around the edges of the tarp (?) and the doorframe. He'd have a small, circular, dark wood side table short enough that you can use it sitting on the ground, and a dark blue pillow next to it; there would be some parchment and a bronze miniature astrolabe on the table. The inside would be just. full to the brim with the gaudiest night-sky-themed pillows you've ever seen. No bedroll, no palette, just a nest that would put those cube pits in trampoline parks to shame. There would be two bird perches for his familiar Medani: one taller one next to his tent and one shorter one under the overhang. The shorter one would have a crow-sized bow-tie hanging from it. Rugs on rugs on the outside area ofc. 3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? (Peri)

This is a hard one! His tav ending involves taking over the Waterdeep arm of the Harpers, so I think his arc would have something to do with that. He'd be pretty bitter about being dropped into another near-apocalyptic mess when dealing with the last one a few years prior was supposed to be a one-time thing. Something-something ptsd in a world that doesn't have the words for that yet, something-something 'once a hero always a hero', something-something the weight of responsibility...he's a planeswalker so I think part of it would be whether he decides to stay on Toril long-term and directly help rebuild the Waterdeep Harpers or if he continues to run travel around afterwards, so maybe The Far Traveller/The Far Walker?

Harpson/Fae-son are also potential options. "Fae-son" nods to him being a changeling without it being super obvious (like Astarion's "The Pale Elf"). It would also mimic his backstory reveals from RoT ("oh he's not 'from here' so, like, the Feywild" -> "OH he's not from here"). 7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? (Diodore)

Buckle up because we're in for a long one here. I've thought about Dora's story arc a lot because she's the first of my tavs that I truly made for the game while having full control over her backstory, etc. (versus Corentin, who had their arc baked into the story as a durge). Dora's a paladin of Corellon (oath of ancients) and her story arc as a companion would have to do with whether or not she should accept capital-r-Redemption, the process by which a drow can be truly "freed" from Lolth and rejoin the ranks of the rest of elven society. It involves all of the Redeemed drow's memories being erased and them being reincarnated as a surface elf. The implication seems to be that without that, regardless of a drow's actions, they'd be thrown back to Lolth when they die? Or at least that their eternal fate is unknown (which is the way I prefer to think of it for. personal reasons). Under normal circumstances, Dora would be a long way from Redemption being presented to her at all (she's not even 200 yet and has only been on the surface for a couple decades), but like with the other gods' Chosen among the companions, near-apocalyptic circumstances tend to speed up those sorts of things.

Of course, you'd have the themes of faith & relationship with deity when they're all unequivocally real and are also mostly all assholes; maintaining or breaking generational cycles; facing the unknown; morality when none of your choices are "good" (and how that interacts with morality vs self preservation); power vs freedom; identity outside of the people who made you; etc. The choice would first be presented to her sometime in late Act I/early Act II, likely the first long rest after the group resurfaces from the Underdark and you've probably gotten some of her backstory already. I have no idea how Larian would have characterized Corellon, but he's considered one of the more benevolent/open-minded deities iirc, which could be interesting to see contrasted with Mystra, Vlaa'kith, and Shar. How much that open-mindedness would extend to a drow, even one who has been a faithful follower even before she escaped to the Surface (and who inherited that faith from her father), is unclear. At the beginning of the game she would be leaning towards accepting Redemption, despite her own misgivings about whether or not she would still be her in that case.

Her final decision (at the ending pier scene) would depend on the relationship she has with the PC and the other companions. Her best ending, imo, would be her not accepting Redemption but continuing to be a force for good. If she has a good relationship with the PC, she would have something to lose. I think seeing the House of Mourning would affect her too. After all, the thing Corellon is offering to her as a way to find peace is the same thing the Sharrans are using as a way to manipulate and control others.

She's viscerally aware of how she was socialized and very actively chooses "good", so pushing her towards a darker path would be incredibly difficult but not impossible. If you side with the goblins she'll leave immediately, and turn on you if she's in your party when you attack the grove. But if you decide to try and control the cult in Act II, depending on your over-all actions before then and how you've interacted with her, you could disillusion her to the point of convincing her to break her oath. That path would entail convincing her that controlling the cult is actually the best idea. I'm sure there would be other times that her oath could break that wouldn't necessarily lock her into an "evil" path, especially with how Oathbreakers are handled in the game. Knocking out Minthara instead of killing her outright and letting Auntie Ethel go in Act I instead of killing her are two things that come to mind.

If she doesn't choose Redemption she would be at the epilogue party, of course. I'm a bit undecided on what would happen if she does choose Redemption. She may not be there at all, w/ Jaheira, Halsin, Minthara, and/or Astarion mentioning running into her in her new, reincarnated state. Or she would be there, confused, and mention how the PC seems familiar in a way she can't quite place. In that case, she would ask them how they know each other and mention something about feeling a twinge of grief looking at everyone, but that she doesn't know why she feels that way. It would be up to the PC how much they tell her (if they tell her anything at all).

[complainblogforthevoid]

I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.

Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.

Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.

The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.

The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)

But I finally got it.

And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.

Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.

Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.

Should they be hired?

She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.

When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.

People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.

And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.

These people are calling themselves artists.

Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.

And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ examination table

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader synopsis: you go to get artificial insemination. your gyno has a different method. warnings/tags: smut, artificial insemination, unprotected piv, breeding kink, public sex, small surprise at the end, MDNI! wc: 1.2k a/n; aside from having to do a strange amount of research about ovulation, iui and me overall being against male gynos; this was fun.

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you couldn't resist the urge to tap the heel of your boot against the linoleum floor - rolling your golden wedding band so you wouldn't bite your freshly manicured nails. it felt like your heart was going to thump thump thump out of your chest and land on the floor in front of you.

there were only three other people in the waiting room, a few posters related to women's health decorating the otherwise plain, dull, light green walls of the office, the tick-tock of the clock and the hushed whispers of the two nurses behind the front desk being the only thing you could focus on, along with the overpowering stench of chanel no 5 that was wafting from the other customer waiting for her appointment browsing through an age-old copy of cosmopolitan.

you nearly hopped to your feet when the door to one of the offices opened, clutching your purse like it was the only thing keeping you afloat. "come in." doctor cameron said with a small smile on his lips, gesturing towards his office.

you followed the tall man into the sterile, white office, holding your arms tightly against your chest, your shoulders hunched. when doctor cameron noticed how skittish you were being, he offered a small smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before using it to cup your cheek and lifting it up so you were forced to look at his freckled face, "there's no need to be nervous. this is a pretty regular procedure. you can change into the gown and lay down on the examination table."

when you let out a reluctant nod, the doctor walked further into his office, giving you some privacy. while you listened to him rifle through papers, slowly, you tugged your sweater off along with your jeans, leaving your underwear to cover your skin that was now in goosebumps while you covered yourself with the blue rustling hospital gown, until it came time to slip them off.

you took a few tentative steps towards the examination table, walking on your heels as your gynecologist turned to face you, your chart in his hands, his blue eyes skimming over the details as you sat down onto the examination table, the paper sheet rustling against the paper gown in a way that made you cringe.

"so, how many days ago did you take your last dose of clomid?"

"eight days ago." you said with a tight smile, fiddling with the hem of your gown, "and i did an ovulation test before i left home, and it said my ovulation should be at its highest."

"you've really done your homework." he chuckled, placing down the clipboard, placing his warm hand on your bare knee in a comforting gesture. "are you ready to get started? i've got your husband's specimen prepared. don't worry, the catheter won't hurt, you might just feel a bit uncomfortable for a moment."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and laying back as you steadied your breathing, trying your best to get comfortable. "ready." you whispered softly, opening your eyes to look up at the slightly yellow-tinted fluorescent light above you.

"it helps the sperm to travel if you've got your pelvis propped up." doctor cameron said in a slightly hushed tone, lifting your hips up and placing a pillow underneath your hips, his hands pressing your hips down to meet it, keeping them there as he looked down at you with a small smile. "there you go. are you comfortable?"

"it does." you swallow dryly, fiddling with the paper sheet underneath you, sighing. "i hope it works out. we've been trying to get pregnant for a year now."

"yeah?" he looked down at you, his eyes crinkling slightly, the feel of the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he drew small patterns to the hem of your hospital gown. "you know what people say helps with getting pregnant?"

"what?" you almost whispered, your thighs starting to form goosebumps under doctor cameron's fingers as they slowly slid under the crinkly god-ugly gown.

"orgasms." his hand continued to slide up your inner thigh, the metal of your doctor's wedding ring a pleasing contrast against your warm skin, "it's never been proven to be accurate, of course." his hand was just under your crotch, drawing infinity-symbols on your skin, a pondering look on his face as he cocked his head to the side, a small smirk appearing on his face, "but it never hurts to be thorough, right?"

doctor cameron had you folded over on the examination table, holding your legs at your sides, his warm lips placing sloppy, hot kisses on your neck as his cock slid out of you before slamming against your cervix, the man letting out a soft breathy laugh at every little gasp or moan that managed to escape your lips.

"how many times do i have to tell you, sweetie?" he mumbled against your skin, rafe's words intensified by the pace of his hips snapping against yours increasing, a loud yelp leaving you, "you don't need to try and keep quiet. no one's gonna hear us." he breathed out.

the pad of his thumb found your your clit, starting to draw small circles on it as the room was filled with your unsteady breathing combined with the lewd squelch of your pussy every time his hips met yours, "come on, let me hear all those pretty little noises... it's not like this is the first time we've fooled around here."

rafe tried pulling away from your neck, but you tugged him closer by his hair, holding him there as tightly as possible "god, rafe..." you moaned out, the doctor letting out a pleased hum against your skin.

"come on, sweetie... tell me how much you want me to put a baby in you, yeah?"

"so badly..." your back arched off the examination table while rafe's long fingers slid up to your breast, teasing it with small kneads and pinches before his left hand found your hand, your fingers intertwining with his, your matching wedding bands meeting.

"i love you so much... i can't wait for you to be all pretty and pregnant." he smiled against your skin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

MEANWHILE….

"i wonder what's taking dr. cameron so long..." the receptionist wondered aloud with a frown on her pouty lips, turning to look at the clock on the wall as she tapped her pink fingernails against the desk, "i mean, it's almost lunchtime."

the other receptionist let out a snort, interrupting the movement of the file against her long nail, turning to look at the other girl with raised brows, chewing gum. "what, you don't know?"

"know what?"

"oh, this is good." the receptionist laughed, throwing her head back with laughter in her office chair. "you don't know who she is."

"what?" the other girl asked, huffing in annoyance as she grabbed a cheeto out of the bag sitting in front of them.

"that client is mrs. cameron."

"as in-"

"yup, that was doctor cameron's wife." she let out a loud snort of a laugh as she shook her head, grabbing a cheeto before going back to filing her nails. "guess she gets special treatment."

[sparrowwithaquill]

Pls do Saja Boys x Popstar!Reader. The popstar could be a Sabrina Carpenter type! Thank you!

You got it my friend 😘 I’ve been simping HARD for the Saja boys ever since the trailers and movie came out.

Saja Boys x F!Reader; otherwise called reader is nervous at all the attention from a group of hot guys.

I tried to make it as ambiguous as possible as to what the reader looks like, the only thing that’s set is that the reader has at least hair on their head 😅

Summary: Coming back from your world tour, you expect to rest for a bit before going back to performing. What you didn't expect was gaining the attention of five super attractive men that just can't seem to leave you alone.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I might make a continuation of this with some nsfw bits for each member, let me know if that’s something y’all would be interested in

Tags: @floredaqueen

Getting back to your home from your tours has always been a highlight that you treasure, especially from how exhausting performing is. Still, there is nothing that you would change about your life. Currently, you just got home and cleaned yourself up and decided that going for a walk would be nice. The city is beautiful and getting some fresh air would do you some good.

That's how you now find yourself roaming the street in the market section of the city as you people watch. Occasionally, watching some of the birds as they're flying. One bird grabs your attention from the others though in the way it seems to be watching with... purpose, eventually landing on a sign that is nearby where you were standing.

Normally it wouldn't really be something that you pay attention to, despite you liking birds, but something about this particular bird just gets your attention.

The bird must have thought the same as it stays on the sign despite you getting closer.

"Well, you have some interesting patterns, don't you little guy?" You say to yourself as the bird just watched you, something flickers in your peripheral, but before you can turn to see it, the bird lets out a chirp bringing your attention back to it.

“Hm? Guess you don’t like being ignored, understandable, you’re a very handsome bird,” you smile at the bird before turning to leave, slightly waving to it as you continue to walk around, oblivious to the eyes that follow your form as you leave.

Some time passes before you decide to go back to your home, using the time to listen to some of the songs on your next album to feel out if they're up to your standards.

Days pass with you enjoying your short break and taking the time to slowly get back into your routine of dancing and singing practice. You had just finished your latest practice session when you decide to go back to town to get some groceries, maybe try out that new recipe you've been meaning to indulge in. You’re walking in the direction of the store you most frequent when you see the same bird, a smile coming across your face as you slightly wave to it again.

“Hello my little friend! Didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” you smile until a cough sounds from behind you.

You quickly turn face going red at being caught talking to a bird of all things, before it lands on an incredibly handsome stranger who has a small smile on his face. One that also shows he definitely saw you talking to a bird.

“You always talk to birds, or did I just get lucky to see it?” He says with a small smirk on his face.

“I- uh, no not,” you clear your throat trying to will the heat from your face to die down, “I try not to make it a habit,” you stammer out eventually calming down enough to meet his gaze.

His very handsome gaze that is, the heat slowly returns to your face while your eyes dart around.

You eventually get your bearings, clearing out your throat as you look at him eyes quickly flicking across him, really getting a look at him before finally retorting.

“Do you always watch girls when you’re out or did I just get lucky?” A small smile unintentionally making its way to your face before you quickly choke it down with an eyebrow raise, seeing a near drop dead gorgeous man definitely isn’t something you’ll complain about, but still a man is a man no matter how hot.

The stranger just lets out a low chuckle before stepping a little closer to you, eyeing the bird before it flies off to seemingly nowhere.

“Not really, only the pretty ones,” he says, hands in his pockets of his jeans while he looks you up and down. Before you get the chance to stammer out a reply, four other equally just as gorgeous men come around to him before one of them, the one with a shirt that is clearly hanging on for dear life, claps him on the shoulder.

“Yo, Jinu, we’re waiting for you man- woah,” the man who you would definitely say could call you any time looks at you with a look of recognition, one that you try to shake your head as fast as you can without looking insane.

“So you have a name! Love that for you, sorry for being weird- you guys have fun with whatever you were doing!” You quickly make your way out of there with a hand covering your face to shield it from their eyes as you could practically feel steam coming off it.

The one who recognized you still has wide eyes as he realizes that yeah you are that one definitely famous singer and oh my gosh he can't believe that you ran into them. He quickly clues in the other men who are just confused at both of your reactions, the news making Jinu smile as he starts to think maybe he was right to send his little bird to watch you.

“Oh my gosh I looked like an idiot, a complete moron in front of five hot guys. Ugh girl you need to get your shit together,” you mutter to yourself as you continue walking towards a clearing where some people are talking about a boy group performing there.

You pull your sunglasses on and pull up your jacket a bit to avoid being recognized as you stand in front of a gathering crowd as some music starts. To your shock and horror, the same men that you’d bumped into are performing and singing.

“Oh my gosh I’m so dead, I have to die of embarrassment now, no I need to leave the country,” your muttering is interrupted as you make eye contact with who you now know as Jinu as he winks at you, your face erupting into heat as you pull the strings of your jacket to cover your face. Meanwhile the women and men behind you scream as they think it’s for them.

The action causes the Saja Boys to smile wider as they notice you hiding your face. They continue with their song, you still listening and your shoulders unintentionally bouncing up and down to the music. They notice with glee, their song ending as they send out finger hearts to the crowd watching your reaction as you try to look anywhere but their faces.

They finish their song, officially making their debut as they seemingly disappear into thin air. This gives you the chance to finally go to the store and get all the things you need for your dinner. You're heading back to your home when you hear someone call out to you, you are turning with fear that it's a crazy fan. Instead, you hesitantly turn around to see that it is instead the five hot guys with handsome smiles on their faces. Maybe the fan would have been better, you think as your grip tightens on the groceries in your hands.

The one with long pink hair in the shape of a heart is the first one to greet you as he waves with a large grin on his face.

"You saw our show, right? Did you enjoy it? My name is Romance,” He smiles at you, the action has you lowering your shoulders a bit at his smile. He's pretty friendly, still devastatingly attractive though.

"Uh, yeah I did! It was really good, you were really good!"

You smile back a bit shy, eyes darting between the five men as their eyes zero in on you. The action causing you to get a bit bashful at the cropped shirt that leaves your stomach and cleavage slightly exposed. The men barely try their best to avoid being obvious at their shameless staring, but let their eyes wander a bit.

Jinu is the next one to speak, offering a hand as he speaks.

"Did you now? You need any help with those groceries; we'd be more than happy to help you~" He purrs out, a wolfish grin taking over his face as your face heats up at the look he gives you. Curse you for your dry spell, just looking at these guys is enough to bring some heat to you.

"No! No I'm- I'm fine really and I don't want to stop you guys from whatever you're up to," you let out as the one with mint hair has no shame in smirking at your bashfulness as you make eye contact with him. Who you later learn is Mystery, silently makes his way around you as you slightly back away from the hungry looks they give you. Your back hits his chest as you look up, you making a surprised sound to see him. He has a slight smile on his face at the look of shock on your own.

"We're not too busy, especially not when we could help a gorgeous woman out~" The one with the ill-fitting shirt says tilting himself down a bit to stare directly into your eyes, as he smirks at your nervous expression.

"No really! I wouldn't want to impose," you let out with a small laugh making your way into the direction of your house. They let you back away looking at you with a gaze that screams they would eat you up if given the chance.

A week passes by from the interaction you had, the memory playing in your head like a broken record. The memory is still playing during your practice in your dance studio as you hear voices passing by. You're in the middle of a break as your backup dancers are casually speaking to each other while you leave the room to grab more water and a sports drink. You're at the vending machine when you can physically feel eyes on you, you turn your head a bit to see the most muscular member of their group behind you.

He looks you up and down before letting a coy smile make its way to his face as he leans against the wall across the vending machine. You whip your head around, face getting heated up as you can feel it creeping to your ears.

"So, how's practice going for you?" You hear his deep voice close to you as you turn around a bit and see him now down to your ear, you let out a sound that could be comparable to unholy as you realize just how close he was. Immediately, you start stammering as you try to put some distance between you.

"It's- um, you're so close, it's going," you clear your throat as he just smirks at you, "It's um good; it's going good we were just going on our break for the next hour, rest a bit y'know? Hehe how's uh how's your practice going? What's your name by the way, never uh never got it..."

God, you have been out of the game for so long, can you speak to even one person normally?

He raises his eyebrows, not really expecting you to give a response, but gives a small smile, "names Abby, guess we never really introduced ourselves, huh?"

Your shoulders lower themselves at his response, a small smile gracing your features as you finally make eye contact.

"No, you really didn't, so new group, right? Your performance was really good, really catchy too!"

You smile at him before reaching to grab your drink from the machine, having forgotten about it, but Abby beats you to it, reaching down and grabbing the drink before holding it out to you. You grab it, but he holds it a bit tighter before letting go, his hand brushing yours.

"Well, if you get bored during your break feel free to come watch us practice in room four, I'm sure the guys would love to see you," Abby waves at you as he leaves.

You're left at the vending machine, heart thundering at the brief contact as you watch his back leave before he turns the corner to go back to their dance studio. You are so about to make a mistake going to see them, is all that you think as you're returning to your own room.

After getting back to your room, your dancers and you disperse to do your own thing for the next hour. With some thinking, you decide fuck it and head down to where Abby said they were practicing. You can hear music playing as you look through the door and see them taking a break and make eye contact with Abby who smiles before going to the door to let you in.

"So, you decided to join us?” Abby leans on the door covering your body form view as the other guys in the room wonder who he’s talking to.

“Yeah, figured why not not everyday you can watch a hot new group in their element,” you chirp out before realizing what you said.

“Sorry not hot! I mean you are hot, but I didn’t mean that hot I meant hot as in really popular!” You wince at Abby holding in his laugh as he leads you into the room.

As you enter the room, all their eyes fall on you and your hit with the feeling that you’ve walked into the lions den.

“Welcome princess, didn’t realize we’d have a guest or else I’d have cleaned up,” Jinu says as he looks your form up and down. He’s wearing a loose shirt and grey sweatpants that does nothing to hide his physique.

The other guys in the room all have looks of hunger at your outfit, still breathing heavily from their practice. The one with lilac hair covering his eyes is the second to approach you as he offers you some water.

“Figure you’d want water, I’m Mystery,” he quietly says before going to sit on the floor one leg propped out as he continues to catch his breath.

You’re holding the water to your chest when Abby leads you to where the speaker is, now turned off since they’re taking a momentary break. They sneak glances at you while you sit a little awkwardly just listening to them chat.

Eventually, Jinu calls them back to practice. They start with Soda Pop, as they dance your shoulders bop along to the music while they pour their attention to you making your face flush from the looks they give you.

"Cause I need you to need me," Jinu points at you and smirks, you look away before turning your attention back.

"I'm empty, you feed me," Romance licks him lips while looking you up and down.

"So refreshing," Abby winks at you while pulling his shirt a bit to expose his chest.

"My little Soda Pop," Baby turns towards you and gives you a sultry look before continuing with the dance.

They dance through the chorus while their attention remains on your form, you feel slightly exposed and flush a bit at all their gazes. They finish their dance, and you clap for them, "nice! You guys are good!"

Abby is the first one to approach you, leaning down breathing heavily as he cages you between his arms.

"Any notes you could give us, any suggestions," He asks lowly, voice slightly raspy. You swallow the spit in your mouth as you hold eye contact with him, stammering a bit.

Romance is the next to approach you going to your right side and leaning down a bit to your ear.

"Any pointers you could give us? Any moves you could show us?" He breathes in your ear, his hair tickling the side of your face. You start to breathe a bit heavier at the attention they give you, you lick your lips as they feel impossibly dry.

The action only grabs Abby's attention. He leans in closer so close he was only a hair away from your mouth and lets out a breath as he smirks.

"You nervous?"

You silently nod, leaning back the slightest bit as your back hits the mirrored wall of the studio leaving you trapped between the two men.

"Use your words, princess," Romance chides you from your right as your eyes dart to him. Breath leaving you at his words and your face heats before you stutter out a yes.

Abby takes some mercy on you and eases up on the barely there space and backs away leaving you to Romance as he gets a drink.

These boys are going to kill you.

Romance soon leaves the teasing as he goes off to get his own drink and talk with the other guys, you finally are able to grab a full breath, and your face finally calms down.

You bid goodbye to the boys as you go back to your own studio, mind reeling at the attention and proximity of the boys. These men are much too attractive to be doing this to you.

God help you, your heart can hardly take this.

[kkusuka]

john price is a good man.

you can see it in the way he smiles as he orders his tea- everyday at 6:12am, herbal with two sugars- and as he stifles a laugh at the pun you leave on the side of his steaming cup- something about goldfish in a tank because you know he was military at some point- and he always, always, pours his change into the tip jar after you refuse to pocket the $50 he tries to hand you- he doesn't push because your manager is right there and he can't get his favorite barista in trouble.

and he is usually the only person in the shop that early- he knows that it picks up around seven so he makes sure he's there before that- and he's always up to talk about whatever you want to babble about as his drink steeps.

the new minecraft update and how you cried over it like you aren't a grown adult. ( 'it's embarrassing, crying over a mob in a video game that i've been plating since middle school. i am a grown adult, i should be crying over rent or taxes or something. 'i'd rather you not cry about anything, sweetheart').

how your roommate keeps leaving dishes in the sink and how it annoys you so much but you refuse to say anything about it. ('and i feel bad because we really get along and it's just this one thing that gets me but-' 'but nothin' sweetheart.' the you deserve to be taken care of, no chores, no worries goes unsaid)

how your manager makes you open and close the shop all alone even when he makes more than you. (that dick, john can make sure that you don't have to worry about mornings at least, he'll be there. you don’t have to worry about nights either, he'll get simon and johnny on it)

how your hourly wage just isn't cutting it anymore and you might have to find a second job to stay afloat. ('it's just a lot you know? i feel like i'm always fighting to keep my head above water.' 'you ever need help with anything you come to me, yeah sweetheart?' and you have no idea how much he means it.)

and eventually you have to seek him out. you got fired, your dick of a manager citing unprofessionalism and the company moving in another direction (it has nothing to do with the visit he got from that motherfucker in the cap with the union jack plastered on the front and some scot. but it really is his fault, john wouldn't have to do any of this if that snake would just treat you right). he doesn't even let you work your last day, just tells you to pack your locker and your check will be deposited next week.

john price is a good man and you know that because he gets you that second job. "bein' a barista is just like bein' a bartender. you'll be great sweetheart."

it's his bar you learn, just something small he and his colleagues bought after retiring from the SAS. you start working about four years, on the dot, after opening day- the man, kyle, says as he showed you around the building. he was your co-bartender, and johnny was some kind of chef for the minimal amount of food they served, and simon was security- whenever he was there anyway.

john mostly stayed in his office, save for the slower afternoon hours when he would join the four of you in your everlasting game of cards. (you've lost and you know it but they feel bad setting it into stone, so the game continues. kyle'll find a way to make johnny lose so you don't feel bad)

working at the bar was probably the best thing that happened to you in a long time. (best thing to happen to john too, but fucking your employee weeks after hiring them is bad business)

and to their credit, they keep you away from whatever side gig they have going on but you never feel out of place. (you don't question them when they randomly disappear in the middle of the week then come back at closing, brushing right past you into the back offices. you look past the blood, if there was an issue they would let you know).

that is until you get followed home by one of the regulars- it really was a one time thing, your car was in the shop and the walk isn't all that far in the daylight- and the only person you could think to call was your boss. john didn't leave the bar until the sun came out so you knew he wouldn't be asleep, and he told you to call him if you were ever in trouble and this was the closest you could get.

it took him less than five minutes to get to you and even less time to convince you that living so far was dangerous and that you could come stay with him until you found a nicer place. (you never question how he already had clothes in your size, or the exact hygiene products you had back in your old apartment.) but you let him guide you into his room, into his bed as he promises he'll make up the guest room another day. and you just let him hold you.

you don’t question how you never see the man again. you don't look twice as his name flashes across the tv screen and you don't think too far into his disappearance.

john price is not a good man, but you don't need to know that.

[theorphicangel]

jjk men reaction to reader not wanting to stay over for the night

a/n: inspo by this cute tiktok :(((

modern au, no curses au

includes: gojo, geto, toji, nanami, sukuna

Gojo Satoru

You suggested a game night at his place, a reward for both you and him after a particularly busy work week. Tonight was the first time in a while that the two of you had seen each other, which is why it was so special for you to sleep over.

At least that's what Satoru thought until you pranked him by telling him you might go back home.

'I might leave in a bit, baby.'

'What?' Satoru was currently setting up the television, connecting it to the two game controllers.

'I said I might leave in a bit, maybe after fifteen minutes'

Immediately his face falls with his facial expression mirroring a kicked puppy. 'You're leaving? Why? I thought you wanted to sleep over?'

'Maybe not tonight, I'm tired.'

'But you brought your things over?'

'I changed my mind, toru, m'sorry maybe next time.

'But you can sleep in my bed if you're tired.' His voice is soft, paused with the game controller in his hand. His eyes glance over you, warm and tired. It's evident through his eyes that he really wants you to stay.

'But you promised to stay over so we can finally build our house on minecraft.'

'Toruuuu-' your heart melts and suddenly you can't take it anymore. 'I was joking baby, I'm not going anywhere.'

His face lights up, 'you were kidding?!'

You nod as satoru strides towards you, disregarding the two controllers in his hands. Immediately he's on top of you, pushing you down on the couch so you can't escape even if you tried.

Satoru places multiple kisses across your cheek, one right after the other, almost suffocating you. 'Don't ever do that to me again else l'll never let you leave.' he mutters before placing another kiss.

You giggle at satoru relentlessly placing kisses on your neck, 'I wouldn't miss out on building our minecraft house for the world.'

Geto Suguru

The two of you were sat in the kitchen, Suguru standing at the cooker making dinner for the two of you. Finally, the two of you had a clear schedule for the rest of the week to spend time together and what better than to spend a night together?

Sitting at the kitchen island, a video on your social media feed had come up of a girl pranking her boyfriend. It was a cute video and sparked your own curiosity to how your own boyfriend would react.

'Hey sugu, I don't think I'll sleep over tonight if that's okay.'

Suguru snaps his head over to you in disbelief. 'Really? but you brought all your things over?'

'I changed my mind, I'm kinda tired tonight.'

'right.' he mumbles, turning his head back as he prepares your plate.

You could only see his back but you knew that he was dejected. he was disappointed of course but he would respect your decision if you wanted some alone time. not a minute later, he heads your way setting down a plate of your favourite dish in front of you.

He takes a seat next to you with his own plate.

'I'll drive you back if you want.'

you nod, taking a bite of the food. you judge his expression and the way the crease between his brow holds. 'are you upset?'

Suguru is currently looking down at his food, a fork scraping at his place like a child who refuses to eat.

a pause. suguru bites down on his lower lip. 'yes, I wanted you to sleep over tonight. we could watch a movie or do whatever you wanted, it's been months since I've seen you.'

'it's been a few days, sugu'

'same thing princess.'

you let out a sigh, not able to take the scene of seeing your lover become so depressed. 'i'm kidding babe, it was a prank.'

with a smirk, Suguru finally stops poking at his food and takes a bite without restraint. 'I knew it.'

'Liar.'

'I was trying to make you feel bad.' he states, dark bangs falling over his eyes.

'Guess it worked huh?'

'You can bet it did.'

Nanami Kento

a movie played on the television screen, as you and kento snuggled on the couch. a blanket draped over you, laying on his chest and all your favourite snacks out on the coffee table was all you ever wanted.

about midway through the movie you remember that there was a prank you wanted to play on your boyfriend.

'hey ken.'

he hummed, vibrations traveling through your body.

'hey, I might leave in a few.'

'leave for what?' kento looked over at you, sat beside him on the couch.

'to go home.'

'right now? I thought you wanted to stay the night?'

'I did but I'm pretty tired, I'd rather sleep in my own bed i think.'

'oh right...okay.' he mumbles, his eyes are on the screen. he's tempted to pause the movie entirely wondering if there's something that's made you upset.

'are you sad that I'm leaving?' you ask sensing his hesitation.

'no.' kento pauses looking for the right words as he swallows. 'Maybe a little' he admits, 'I wanted to spend time with you.'

'we are spending time right now though?'

'is it selfish to ask for a little more time with you?' he asks, his cheeks flushing pink slightly.

'oh right, I was kidding by the way, I'm not leaving.'

'you and your pranks will kill me will kill me one day, d'you know that?'

you grab a hand that's around your waist and place a kiss on his knuckle as a reward for putting up with you. 'I knowwww, sorry love.'

Toji Fushiguro

'I think I might head home now.' you announce, standing up from the couch after hours of watching shows with toji. empty beer cans and opened bags of popcorn were messily distributed on the coffee table in front of you.

Toji was laid beside you, on the verge of falling asleep as the credits begin to play at the end of an episode. the two of you were binge-watching a show that had come out recently, currently on the last but one episode.

'what was that doll?' he thinks he must have misheard you.

'I said I think I'm going to head home, I'm pretty tired.'

For extra effect you head towards his apartment door, slipping on your shoes and making the move to grab your jacket and keys.

Whether it was at the jingle of your keys or the meaning of your words finally beginning to kick in, Toji was suddenly up and off the couch catching up with you.

'what do you mean home.'

'my home.' you emphasise, putting on your coat. 'my apartment, the one twenty minutes from here.'

in a blink of an eye you felt your wrist enwrapped in his large hand with the other at your waist guiding you backwards until you hit a wall.

Toji leans in, trapping you between his large figure and his wall. as he speaks you notice the scent of beer leave his mouth. his tone is dark and husky yet his eyes glow with emotion at the thought of you leaving.

'Thought you wanted to spend the night with me hmmm? You were the one complaining about not seeing me enough and now it's too much?'

you stammer, your brain completely blank at the tone of his words.

'It's too late to go back by yourself anyways plus we haven't finished the show.' his voice is low, sending vibrations through your body.

'I thought you weren't watching, you fell asleep.'

'almost.'

Toji's hands slowly peel away your coat from your body, 'I can help you change your mind if you're still thinking of leaving.' he suggests and your face heats up at his seduction.

'I was joking, I'm staying. just making sure that you were really awake.' you meet his eyes, allowing them to melt into yours.

without a warning you're suddenly hoisted over his shoulder and toji marches you back to the couch.

'a joke?...right...'

'put me down!'

'funny that you thought I'd ever let you leave anyways.' Toji places you down on the couch and you let out a huff.

you look up at him, your eyes challenging. 'was that a threat?'

'it's a promise doll.'

Sukuna Ryomen

'I think i'm going to leave soon.'

Sukuna's head snaps towards you, his attention directed towards his phone now interrupted by your statement. the two of you were, at least in your words, cuddling in bed. an arm wrapped around you whilst the two of you scrolled on your phones.

'where the fuck are you going?'

'Home. Where d'you think?'

'Why?' Sukuna mutters, caught off guard by your words.

'because I'm tired.'

'sleep in my bed then, you're here for a reason.'

'I want to sleep in my bed.'

'what's the difference? my bed is bigger than yours.'

'I like my bed.'

a pause occurs, the two of you maintaining eye contact.

'so you're going to go allll the way back home because you like your bed.'

'yes kuna'

'what about your shit that you dragged here?'

you shrug 'I'll take it with me.'

'And how are you going to get back?'

'drive me.'

Sukuna lets out a loud laugh.

'Uber then.'

An even louder laugh escapes from his mouth. 'you're not leaving.'

'I am, what are you-'

your words are cut off as Sukuna lunges towards you, suddenly straddling over you. you couldn't move even if you tried.

'kuna! what are you doing?'

'you're not leaving, it's late.'

'but I-'

'and you're not leaving because you asked to stay over in the first place, you'll get what you wanted.'

'it was a prank!' you admit, suddenly giving up to sukuna's demeanor.

'good you're sleeping here anyways.' he deadpans.

'I was always planning-' 'no excuses.'

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