#'oh here's a problem I didn't know about or hadn't thought about recently

[markscherz]

I swear you would get along super with my previous evolutionary biol prof (Dr. Bulte) from Canada (CU). He loves turtles and I remember him as a kind, humble dude who resembled a french lumberjack of sorts. Does that sound Canadian enough?

Keep up the great blog! 🐸

I am sure we would get on swimmingly! Who doesn't love a good turtle—or a french lumberjack, for that matter‽ I spent some of my afternoon today reorganising a bit in our turtle shell collection at the museum, after returning a specimen that was recently used for a talk. Such fascinating and beautiful animals.

#most of the time I spend in the collections starts the same way #'oh I have an important thing to do in the collection' #*goes and does the thing* #'oh here's a problem I didn't know about or hadn't thought about recently #'I should probably do that at some point #'actually while I'm here…' #*does the other thing* #'oh cool I didn't know about this thing #'but we could really improve on it if we made this small change' #*makes the change for an hour* #Look I'm not diagnosed as having ADHD #but like #the signs are there I think #sorry tag ramble #answers by Mark #whenplantingforests #herpetology #about me #personal

[iikatsukii]

the lost sully

synopsis: there was one rule…

pairings: sully family x sibling!reader 

warnings: angst no comfort

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i'm taking a hiatus. Idk for how long but i will not be posting or responding to anyone or anything unless we are mutuals and i’ve told you what happened. Please don't pry all i will say is someone very close to me died today. this will be the last thing i post for a while so sorry if its halfassed.

"now they'll never find me," you said as you laughed, feeling the rush of the wind blowing on your face. you had broken the only rule you and your siblings had when playing hide and seek.

no ikrans

you figured it wouldn't be a problem because you knew the forests like the back of your hand and weren't going far anyway. you spotted a clearing near high camp where neteyam was counting, giving you guys 20 seconds to hide around the nearby area. you, on the other hand, were feeling daring today. you hadn't won a hide-and-seek game in years, and your siblings continuously rubbed it in your face. 

of course, as you guys grew up, you had less and less time to play games, but recently, with you finally completing your rites, you were able to hang out with your siblings more. you would find yourself tagging along with lo'ak, kiri, and neteyam when they went to hang out with other na'vi your age. 

thinking about your siblings made you laugh as you finally settled into your hiding spot. you were hiding inside a log in the clearing you had found earlier, waiting for your eldest brother to find you. you placed your palms flat on each other, facing the ground, and rested your face on your hands, allowing them to act as a pillow as you drifted off to sleep, knowing you would be the last one found. a little victory nap wouldn't hurt.

you would rest here amongst the flora and fauna of your home. a little fan lizard scampered into the log, snuggling up to you, seemingly joining your nap. then you felt another running up the back of your leg, coming up to cuddle into the small of your back. you giggled as a few more gathered around you, packing into your little hiding spot. you loved moments like this. moments that you could share with the fauna that eywa has blessed your home with. 

much like kiri, you were very in touch with the great mother, but while kiri leaned more toward the flora, you were more in tune with the animals of pandora. always being able to steer away an angry mama palulukan rather than having to fight. you sighed as you felt sleep consume you. who knew sleeping in a log would be so comfortable? was the last thought to cross your mind before you allowed your dreams to consume you. 

waking at the sound of an ikrans screech was startling, to say the least. unfortunately, you forgot where you fell asleep, so when you jumped up, you hit your head pretty hard against the top of the log. 

"OW- ow. oh my god, ow…." you whimpered out, being in so much pain that the only thing you could do was just sit there and process what the actual fuck was happening. so much was happening so fast that you didn't have a moment to collect yourself. your blood was rushing thanks to your little alarm clock, so you slipped your body halfway out the log, looking up at your ikran, txep, with a glare. he returned your look with a mischievous glare of his own.

"oh, you think it's funny." you sneered at your companion. he screeched in response as if he was antagonizing you. 

"well, i'm glad you do because now we're both gonna have a headache while flying back, you skxawng." you groaned as you pulled the rest of your body out the log, wincing as you stretched. you brought your hand to the back of your head, which was now a dull pain. you decided to sit down for a second to give yourself a minute to gather. 

and then everything came back to you, the hide and seek game, your ikran ride, your "victory nap"...

you looked to the sky, wincing as you noticed it's been eclipse for a while now. 

mom and dad are gonna kill me…

you were honestly scared. you were never one to get into huge trouble like your brother lo'ak, but you knew that you would definitely be getting into huge trouble when you got home. you sighed as you stood and looked over at your ikran, still coddling the back of your head. 

"come on. let's go home," you said as you made tsaheylu and mounted your saddle. txep made soft noises of uncomfortability as he now felt the effects of your pain through the bond.

"sorry, buddy, but you can only blame yourself here." you managed a laugh in times of grave fear. taking off in the direction of home, you knew you were only 5 minutes away from the scolding of a lifetime. at least, you thought you were until 5 minutes turned into 20. then suddenly, 20 minutes became 40, and 40 minutes became an hour. you felt like you were flying in circles. you couldn't find high camp, your headache worsened, and your vision blurred. txep could barely fly straight.

you decided it would be best to land somewhere to avoid getting hurt while flying around with an injury like this. the time between when you were in the air and landed on the ground was a blur. but as soon as your feet touched the ground, you passed out. the exhaustion and pain was too much.

as you awoke again, you heard strange sounds disrupting your sleep. you groaned, assuming it was your brothers messing with you, but once you opened your eyes, you saw a roof above your head. but the architecture isn't that of the omatikaya, and the air smelled of salt water and sea life. you shielded your eyes as you were met with the sun gazing through a… window?

"oh, thank eywa, you are awake. my mother began worrying when you had not woken up after a week."

A WEEK?!?!

she noticed the panicked look on your face and quickly settled beside you, rubbing your shoulders as a comfort method. 

"do not worry. you are safe. your ikran is safe. you had a head injury and were passed out on an island just outside the reefs. i am going to ask you some questions. is that okay?" the girl asked. she had teal skin, and her arm, legs, and tail were thicker than your own. 

"what is your name?" she spoke softly like she didn't want to scare you. 

"y/n," you replied, barely above a whisper. you didn't even feel your mouth move.

"hi, y/n. my name is tsireya. how old are you?"

"i'm 13. i just got my ikran… i just completed my rites… i–" your voice was shaking. 

"hey, y/n, it is okay. i just have one more question for you," she said as she continued to comfort you. you sighed, not wanting to speak anymore as your reality came crashing down on you. 

you don't know where you are.

you had broken the only hide-and-seek rule you guys had, and now you're lost. stranded on the islands of pandora, not knowing how to get home

"do you know where you are?" you didn't respond as you felt your tears escape the corners of your eyes. whimpers and sobs creep out of your throat as you shake your head in response to her question. she sighed, her ears pinned to her head as she could only feel sad for you. 

she decided to lay down, holding you in her embrace until she felt your breathing even out. she wigged herself out of the cot you were lying on as she left the pod. tsireya assumed that you had fallen asleep, but she was wrong. the second she left, your tears returned tenfold, but you managed to hold in your sobs. your thoughts were loud in your mind, but one sentence silenced them all. 

one sentence that had intensified your cries, now having to use the cushion under your head to muffle your cries.

now they'll never find me.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar x child!reader #atwow imagines #atwotw #atwow #awotw x reader #awotw #tsireya #sully family #jake sully x daughter!reader #jake sully x reader #atwow angst

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

haiii I was wondering if you could write a fic with nanami and a chubby reader with a big chest, I'm fine with anything so go wild with the fic :))

*sips tea* my first nanami request, giggles. All I could think when I read this was ceo!nanami with his pretty new assistant, so that's what I'm going with♡ it'll be a mix of fluff w/ nsfw bc why not? Hope you don't mind

Content: ceo!nanami. Chubby!reader. Sfw/nsfw. Mdni. Talk of titties, bj, slightly horny Nanami, smidge of jelly nanami, cum on tits.

Part two.

When Nanami first met you, he didn't really know what to think. A new assistant was a new assistant. They were all the same. He hadn't cared much for most of them. Now, that wasn't to say he was mean, but he treated it strictly professional. Like he should. Teaching them the ropes, giving detailed plans of what their tasks were. The usual. And for the most part, they'd done their job. Albeit slow, messy; he found himself cleaning up after them. Which ultimately led him to cut them loose. Earning a reputation as a strict boss who asks for too much.

But not you. You were diligent, punctual, tidy, kind.

After having you as his assistant for over a week, he could tell you were different. And he didn't have any plans on cutting you lose anytime soon. There was one problem, though. It seemed he had become... too, infatuated with how you did things. It was innocent at first. He found it cute how you'd chew the end of your pen when you concentrated hard on a document you were reading. Or how you'd always pass out coffees in the morning, unprompted, as you remembered everyone's coffee orders. How you reminded him, even though you didn't need to, that he needed to have dinner. You'd noticed he was staying late recently in the office and would always poke your head in. Brows furrowed but still a smile on your face. "Sir, don't forget to eat dinner! It's important to eat your meals." Nanami, of course, would always nod, giving you a curt thank you before secretly watching you leave. His heart thumps rather irregularly whenever you'd say those things.

Eventually, his thoughts began to...turn a lot less innocent. The first occurrence was when he saw you outside of work, a pure coincidence. You were in casual clothes. Showing a lot more skin than you would at the office. And your makeup was a lot less..subtle too. Nanami found that he liked it. A lot. "Oh, Sir! I didn't think I'd see you out in the open like this." You gave him a smile, and it was then he truly paid special attention to your plump lips. And soon, his gaze would wander. To the curve of your waist, the plush of your thighs. Your...assets, sitting particularly perky today. Or had they always been like that? Safe to say, he ended that conversation early with an excuse before you noticed the boner that made a surprise entrance.

And ever since that day. He's paid special attention, more than before, to every move you made. You chewing cutely on your pen? Turned into him thinking about your lips wrapped around him. Bringing him a coffee? Turned into his wandering eyes on your ass as you left his office. And anytime you'd poke your cute face in, reminding him to eat. He had to force himself not to ask if you'd care to share a meal. One where, preferably at the end, you'd be his dessert.

With his head in his hands, Nanami sighed. What was he supposed to do about this peculiar situation.

A knock came to the door. "Enter," he said, sounding exasperated. And of course, your cute self just had to waltz in here. Your curves especially on display today with your outfit. Someone take him out.

"Sir? Are you alright? I've been calling you for the past five minutes. You have a call on line one. Should I tell them to call back?" The worry on your face made him feel guilty. Guilty for all the definitely not safe for work thoughts he had and were currently having about you. "I'm fine. Stress comes with the territory." A lie. Somewhat. You pouted your lips-fuck.

"You know what helps me? A shoulder massage. I could give you one!" His mind immediately sent alarm bells. Telling him to say no, to decline. Yet still, he found himself saying, "If you're offering." You smiled wide, coming around behind him. Setting your notepad on his desk before cracking your fingers, and soon they were on his shoulders. Digging into his tensed muscles with astute precision. God, it felt good. Too good, he reminded himself. He shouldn't be letting you do this yet he couldn't find it in himself to ask you to stop. That was until you did, unprompted, with a clearing of your throat.

"Um, Sir?" You questioned and he was confused. Until he finally tuned back into his senses and that's when he felt it. The heavy weight of his dick between his legs. Hard and leaking, simply from your lithe fingers working at his muscles. He stood up immediately, running a hand down his face. "I'm sorry, this is totally-"

"I can help with that, too." He heard you say, making him blink. And before he could question you further, he watched you drop to your knees. Fumbling with his belt and buttons before slipping him out of his slacks. What was happening? He should stop this. This wasn't appropriate. But he didn't. Instead, he laced his fingers in your hair, helping guide you onto his length. Eyes hazed with lust when he looked down at you, your pretty lips wrapped so sweetly around him. How your tits would bounce with the movement of your head, really driving the urge to slot himself in between in his head. But that could come later. Later? He wouldn't-he couldn't.

Nanami swore, feeling you suck him with expertise. He wondered how many times you've done this. How often. And for some reason, jealously, slowly creeped into his veins. He had no right to be jealous, thinking of how many cocks you've had in your mouth before him, but it did. And it lead him to fucking your mouth roughly. Making a true mess of your mouth before he pulled out, stroking with persistence as he came all over your breasts. Marking you, in a weird way.

And he was going to apologize. His brain fog slowly fading but when you smiled at him. Seemingly happy with what had occurred, he snapped his mouth shut. Tucking himself back into his pants and offering you some tissues. "Thank you," you said. Cleaning off his seed, tossing it into the trash before standing up.

"Let me know if you ever need help relaxing again, Sir." And you said nothing more as he watched you leave.

He was fucked.

A/N: low key kinda wanna make a pt 2 for this. Thoughts?

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #lovelies requests

[jeankluv]

Birdie | Satoru Gojo - Chapter 04

Words: 4,9k

Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

Warnings this chapter: mentions of wounds

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

Authors notes: I was going to post this one during the weekend but I felt like posting before. I want to thank everyone leaving lovely messages and likes on each of the chapters, this motivates me so much to keep writing this story. Thank you.

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Links to the fic on: wattpad | ao3

You were sitting on the floor of your apartment as you put things into boxes and waited for Gojo to arrive. After meeting him in the cafeteria and having insisted on coming and that he would show you even if he had to help with all the moving, you haven't seen him again. He hadn't even shown up in class, which was extremely rare. If your memory didn't fail you, Gojo had never missed a class.

Kyoko had told you that Suguru had told her something about family matters, so you didn't give any more importance to the fact that he wasn't going to show up to class for sometime.

The address wasn't complicated enough to take so long, and on top of that he could have sent you a message or something, so you wouldn't have to wait an hour or so.

You only wished he was not going to leave you waiting for him all day. Or else…

The doorbell rang suddenly, making you jump on your seat. You got up and walked to open the door.

He was finally here.

"Finally you're here." You said opening the door. "I already thought this was a bad joke or…" Your face dropped. "Gojo! What happened?!"

His face was purple and he had some wounds with the scab already coming off. Your heart was beating a mile an hour. Had they attacked him coming here? A thief? No, the wounds didn't seem recent.

"Oh birdie you're worried about me?" A smirk formed on his face.

"Don't joke in a situation like that asshole!" You reprimanded him. "Of course I'm worried if someone appears all wounded in my front door."

Turning on your heel you headed to the sink, you knew the house had a first aid kit, maybe you could treat him with some of it.

"Birdie…” He muttered approaching you. "It's okay, they are old."

"You got into a fight?" You left the first aid kit back on it's place. "I never pictured you like those kind of boys."

"A bad boy?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"No. An asswhole who would get on a fight and would end up all wounded.”

He looked at you and then smiled. "Should we start?" He turned around and walked around the tiny apartment.

"Yeah. I brought my notebook and everything the professor gave us." You said taking everything out of your bag. "This is not the best place to study… but since you insisted so much, we will have to deal with these boxes and everything around us."

"You used to live here?" He sat down on the bed. "It's…"

"Tiny? I know but it was the best I could get when I got here." You sat next to him.

He nodded and grabbed one of your notebooks from your hands. "Your parents don't live in…"

"I don't have parents." You cut him off. You didn't want to talk about the matter and hoped that Gojo would catch it with the cold tone you used.

Gojo cleared his throat and murmured a sorry, before turning to face you.

Placing the notebook between the two of you, he spoke. "So…" He looked at the notebook. "What's exactly what you don't understand?"

You thought for a moment. "I guess the problems." You pointed them out. "I understand most of the formulas but when it comes to start resolving the problem I find it confusing and ended up taking data that is not, or so I think." You mumbled the last part.

"It's true that the way professor Tanaka redacts her problems are a bit confusing, but once you realize how she redacts them you will see that they are always the same." He pointed out. "If you know the equations it shouldn't be difficult for you." He looked at you. "Let's start with this one, try to solve it and I will also do the same and see where you fail okay?" You shook your head and Gojo smiled, grabbing a pen from your desk and a piece of paper to start on with the problem.

Minutes started to pass and you were embarrassed, you didn't want to look at Gojo because you knew he finished the problem long ago but here you were looking at the result you obtained knowing that it was impossible to get to that conclusion.

You had been competing against Gojo these last few years to be the best academically and you had never managed to surpass him and now you were embarrassed because a stupid subject had stuck and you were unable to advance.

You dropped your head forward, it already hurt and it was only the first problem.

"Bridie…" You heard Gojo spoke. "You need help with the problem?"

You nodded without looking up and you could see how his hand took your notebook and turned it a little so he could see what you had done. He would probably think you were an idiot and laugh at you.

"Let's do it together, okay?" You nodded again.

What expression would he have at that moment? Was he holding back his laugh? You wanted to look up but you were too embarrassed.

"Let me sit next to you." You could feel how he moved and stood next to you. "This way we can both read the statement." You murmured okay and then he started to explain. "Well, what I usually do is point out the important aspects of the problem." He pointed to the information. "And then write them down on the sheet, so you have a global idea of everything."

He began to write everything down and write down the names of what each thing was. It was true that that way you could see everything more clearly.

"If in the problem can be done, I usually make a drawing."

"I used to do that in chemistry." You said.

"Yeah me too." He responded. "That way it was easier to know what quantities each mixture needed." You nodded. "Well, it's similar here, that way you get an idea of what you're looking for." He finished drawing and showed it to you. "Do you see it clearer that way?" He said, turning the page and showing it to you.

You definitely did and now things made sense, not like before. You nodded and Gojo handed you the paper so you could do the problem. You started doing it, now everything was easier.

"I will be back in a minute." He stood up and exited for a moment.

You saw him leave and you paid your attention back to the problem again, this time you would get it and if you used what Gojo had taught you again you could solve the rest of the problems without help.

You felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders being able to master this. Passing all the subjects meant that you would continue to qualify for the scholarship so you could continue studying, but if you failed in any of them, the scholarship would disappear and your dream of continuing with your degree and graduating would also disappear.

You smiled when you checked the result, it was correct. You had done it. You looked at the door where Gojo had left and when you saw that he did not return, you got to work on the rest of the problems using the method that Gojo had taught you. Underline, write down, draw (if possible).

Underline, write down, draw (if possible).

Underline, write down, draw (if possible).

You don't know how much time had passed when Gojo returned, but you had managed to solve 5 problems on your own.

"Birdie, I went and buy…"

"I solved them!" You showed him. "I did it!"

Gojo looked at you and then at the page. "You did it. Good job birdie." He smiled. "That's because I am an excellent teacher."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Actually it's because I'm an excellent student."

"Sure…" He looked around. "I think our lesson for today it's over."

"What? You almost did nothing."

"I helped you understand how to solve the problems!" He replied.

"And? What a shitty teacher you are." You crossed your arms and sat on the bed.

"You mad at me birdie?" He sat next to you. "Come on, I bought you snacks." He moved the bag in the air.

"Snacks?" You looked and tried to grab the bag.

"No, no, no." He shook his head with a playful smirk drawn on his face. "First you need to admit I'm an excellent teacher."

You huffed, brushing a strand of your hair out of front of you. "Okay, you're the best tutor I've ever had." Gojo smiled and handed you the bag.

"Hey, have you had any other private tutors?" He looked at you while you rummaged through the bag and grabbed one of the snacks.

"No." You smiled while eating a piece of the snack.

Gojo laughed. "So obviously I'm the best."

"Of course, there hasn't been any other." You shrugged.

"Now." He stood up from the bed. "How should I help you here?" He looked around.

"You are going to help me?" You looked at him swallowing the piece you just ate.

"Sure. And don't say there is no need."

"Hmm." You thought, he was taller and stronger than you. "Could you bring me down the things that are in the top of the closet? Most of them are winter clothes or old things, but I barely get there and they are quite heavy." Gojo looked where you were pointing and nodded. "Thank you."

"We can have another tutoring session through the week." Gojo said. "We have the same free hours, so… if you want."

"Yeah, okay." You nodded. "I still have some doubts on another aspect of the subject, maybe you can help me."

"Of course I can, I'm the best."

"You're the best." You said at the same time, rolling your eyes. "Again thank you Gojo, for… helping me, I guess." The words had cost you, but they were finally out.

"Birdie." You looked up at him and he was shaking his head. "I should be the one thanking you."

You tilted your head to the side, what did that mean? "Why?"

"I guess for giving me a chance or something like that?" He left one of the bags he had taken on the floor. "I know you don't like me, I don't know why, really, but I'm glad they put us in that job together." He smiled at you. "It will be the last time you have to put up with me."

What did he mean with that last sentence? Gojo climbed back onto the chair and continued taking out the bags without saying a single word again. You also did your thing, keeping things in a box and leaving everything as if no one had ever lived in that apartment. But you couldn't get that phrase out of your head, next year you would share even more classes, in the end you were studying the same branch, why did he said that as if he wasn't going to come back?

You looked around at the boxes, not many, but full of what you had brought from your grandmother's house and what you had been buying and acquiring these last two years, nearly three years. It was at times like this where you missed having your grandmother with you or having been able to have your mother next to you and that she would have been there to see you grow.

You hoped that they were both looking down on you and feeling proud of what you were slowly achieving.

The ringing of a phone snapped you out of your momentary trance. You grabbed your phone to see that it wasn't yours, it was Gojo's, who was leaning face down on your old bed.

"Hmm, Gojo." You called him, he was still taking care of winter clothes you told him to. He looked at you and you pointed to his phone. "Someone is calling."

"Can you check who it is?" You nodded and grabbed it.

"It says… mother." You didn't know if it was your feeling or what, but you could swear that Gojo tensed up the moment you said the word mother.

"Hang up and put the phone on silent please." You nodded without asking questions, you didn't want to get involved in matters that weren't yours.

You felt a pinch in your heart as you thought about the tone Gojo had used. He didn't seem to get along with his mother, or maybe they were just angry about something. You've heard rumors about the Gojo clan, who hasn't? The entire university had heard them. Satoru Gojo was the only son and grandson, which made him the heir. An extremely rich heir.

The Gojo clan had dedicated more than three generations to their law firm and had gained incredible fame, positioning them in the upper class of Japan. From what you understood, Gojo's great-grandfather had been the one who started the business, in the 1930s he traveled with his wife to the United States where he started from scratch and managed to make his way and by the 1960s he was already a truly known man, and returned to Japan where he earned the respect of the upper classes. His son inherited the business after the death of him and later Gojo's father and now it would be Satoru Gojo's turn. But he had decided to take another alternative and ignore the wishes of his family.

When you had your first encounter with Satoru Gojo, the first day, when he dumped you and didn't even look at you, you thought he was a brat and later that day you learned who he was. The rich boy from the Gojo clan.

When you started classes you thought he was there for his parents' money, you never saw him doing anything and you knew from the voices in the hallways that he went from party to party every weekend. They said that he never slept with the same girl, he had seemed like a textbook fuckboy to you.

That is why you were distrustful and so extremely curt with him. You couldn't trust him, but the bastard made it really difficult. You had gotten to know him a little and something inside you had softened, even if you wanted to ignore it.

You shook your head. You could stop thinking about it. Once the work was finished everything would be over, yes that's. Everything would end, but why did that make you feel sad?

"In the clouds again, birdie?" Breath hit your ear causing you to stir.

"Fuck Gojo!" You turned to look at him covering your ear. You hadn't heard him come down from where he was.

He smiled showing his teeth. "I'm done. What do you want me to do now?" You looked around thinking. "I can help you with your underwear if you want." He smiled sideways. The colors of your face were probably at their peak. You wanted to kill him for teasing you like that.

"Gojo, you want to die?" He laughed.

"I was kidding birdie. But c'mon what can I do for you?" Fuck, there it was that look again and you heart beating loudly on your chest.

"Put the kitchen utensils in the boxes." You pointed your finger at the boxes on the dining room table.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A couple of hours had passed since Gojo's arrival at your former apartment, the sun was now setting. The apartment appeared nearly untouched, as if no one had lived in before. You wiped your forehead with a tissue and glanced at Gojo, who was diligently packing items into boxes.

There had been little conversation between you two; in fact, Gojo had hardly uttered a word since you mentioned his mother's phone call. He hadn't even agreed to take a break, indicating his determination to assist you in getting everything sorted as quickly as possible.

Sitting on the bed, you idly swung your feet in the air, waiting for Gojo to finish packing the last of the items he held. If someone were to walk in at that moment, they might assume something entirely different. I mean, who would come to assist a mere "classmate" in cleaning up their old apartment? Hardly anyone, right? That's what made Gojo's actions so puzzling. Why did he choose to help? Did he have hidden motives, or was it simply an act of goodwill? You couldn't say for sure, and part of you hesitated to even ask and find out.

"All done." Gojo spoke putting both hands on his waist and showing his smile. He really had a perfect smile.

"Good." You stood up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome birdie." He said patting your head.

You moved his hand. "I'm not a dog for you to do that to me." You said upset.

"Alright."

He walked past you with a smile and grabbed his cell phone that was still on the bed. The smile disappeared when he looked at the screen. Had something happened? Gojo looked really distraught. You had to do something, right?

"Gojo are you…?" You started to talk.

"I need to make a call, I will be right back." And he existed the apartment leaving you alone.

You turned around on your own feet and sat back down on the bed. Was he alright? Should you ask him?

"What would Kyoko do in a situation like this?" You whispered to yourself.

Probably she would try to talk to him and comfort him. But for Kyoko was something natural for you, not at all, you didn't know how to handle feelings well, you weren't good with your own, not to mention the others. You grabbed your phone started playing with it, nervously trying to figure it what to do once Gojo was back.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't hear Gojo re-enter. You didn't notice his presence until you felt the mattress next to you sink, indicating that he had sat next to you. You had your back turned to him so you couldn't see his face. It was then when you felt his arm grab you from behind, making you shiver at that sensation. What the fuck was he doing?

"Gojo, what…?"

Gojo cut you off before finishing the question. "Just stay like this." He hid his face in the crook of your exposed neck. And he muttered against your skin. "Please…"

You remained silent, offering no protest or words. It was the first time you witnessed Gojo in such a vulnerable state. Resting your chin on your hand, you gazed at the white wall of your old room. The room echoed only with your faint breaths, mingled with the distant sounds of the bustling street.

Feeling moisture on your shoulder, you realized Gojo was crying as he held onto you. Uncertain of how to respond, you grappled with the dilemma â€" should you ask him, step away, or maintain a silent pretense? Opting for the cowardly choice, you remained silent, pretending it wasn't unfolding.

After a few minutes, Gojo released his grip, audibly sniffing. Without turning around, you rose from your position and headed to the kitchen. It was nearly 11 pm, and you needed to return to Kyoko's house. Fortunately, you managed to organize and clean everything, making it easier for you to retrieve your belongings later.

"I…" You swallowed. "I think it's time to go." You still didn't turn around, he probably didn't want you to see him in that state.

"Yeah…" He whispered and you heard him moving from his place.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You were afraid that with the silence that was there, Gojo would hear it. You felt his presence behind you. Shit, you should have asked him how he was feeling? Something?

"Take your things, I will take you home." He said passing next to you and exiting the apartment.

Taking a deep breath, you pondered the recent emotional outburst. How should you respond to this unexpected side of Gojo? His tears left you perplexed, and the tired, sorrowful tone in his voice during the call lingered in your thoughts. It struck a chord, reminiscent of your own moments of vulnerability with your grandmother.

Despite your usual disdain for Gojo, you found a desire to comfort and uplift him. You wished for the return of the annoying yet smiling Gojo, even if most of the time, you wanted to strangle him.

Heading to the apartment's desk, you gathered bags containing items for Kyoko's house, leaving the rest for donation. Struggling with the weight, you loaded your backpack and carried multiple bags on each side. Now, burdened with a load twice as heavy, you realized you genuinely needed Gojo's help. Stumbling out of the apartment, you navigated the challenge of your hefty cargo.

"Sorry." You noticed how your left shoulder lightened. "I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the bags you wanted to carry." Gojo had taken all the bags in your hands without any effort. It wasn't surprising, after all he was the star of the basketball team.

"It's okay…" You followed him. "I was handling it just right."

"It don't look like that." He smirked.

Oh he was back. And you were happy.

"For real." You replied.

"For someone that has a black belt in taekwondo, you are actually pretty weak birdie." Now he was mocking you.

"Did Kyoko tell you that?" He nodded. "Well let me tell you I have pretty strong legs."

"I would love to see that." He said with a smirk, leaving the bags in the car.

Your cheeks turned, you knew he was saying it with other intentions. "Gojo, don't you dare. Or I'm going to kick your ass for real." You slammed the backpack against his chest causing a whimper to leave his lips.

"Alright bridie, but be careful with me. I'm a delicate guy." He pouted.

Rolling your eyes, you settled into the passenger seat, and Gojo started the car. As you directed him to Kyoko's home, a comfortable silence enveloped the car, only disrupted by the radio's music. Despite the lack of conversation, it didn't feel awkward.

The recent emotional episode played on a loop in your mind. The urge to ask if he was okay lingered, but uncertainty held you back. Sneaking glances at him from the corner of your eyes, you couldn't deny his attractive profile. Everything about him seemed perfect, explaining why everyone seemed captivated by him.

"Eh…" You played with your fingertips. "Gojo." You heard him humming. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" It didn't sound genuine. "Don't worry."

You nodded, although you didn't trust his words. He wasn't telling you the truth but you didn't want to pressure him, so you let it be. You closed your eyes and you leaned back in the seat, leaving your mind blank and letting the dim street lights increase your sleep.

At some point you actually fell asleep because the next thing you remember is fingers leaving a strand behind your ear. You opened your eyes and rubbed them, it was already completely night outside.

"Was my car comfortable, bridie?" You nodded still sleepy. "So cute." You heard him softly laugh.

"Huh?" You snapped back and looked at him.

"Good morning or should I say good night?" He titled his head.

"I fell asleep?" He nodded. "Shit, sorry…"

"Don't worry, you looked cute with the drool falling." She teased you as she brought her hand up to touch your chin.

You hit his hand and turned your head to avoid his gaze, you felt like your cheeks were burning at that exact moment. "Gojo, you're an idiot."

He laughed and then cleared his throat. "Mhm… Next Friday we have…" He paused for a moment playing with his hands on the wheel. "We have a basketball game."

"Good luck." Although you knew they didn't need it after all Gojo was there and he was the star of the team, of course.

"I would like you to attend." That tone, was he nervous?

"Gojo, I have to work."

"Talk to Haibara I'm sure he won't mind. Or I will talk with him." You shook your head.

"No." You moved on your seat. "Gojo, tell me something." He hummed. "Why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, why do you want me to go to the play?"

He fell silent, you could tell he was trying to find an answer. Was it that difficult to tell you why? "Just because?"

"Just because?" You repeated. "That's not an answer Gojo."

He sighed in defeat. "I would like you to be there." He looked at you. "So please come."

Now you were the one that stayed quiet. He wanted you there? Why? Was this a joke? So many questions were formulating in your head and you were feeling so weird about it.

"Birdie?" You came back when you heard his voice. "You ok…"

"I need to leave." Unbucking the seat belt and opening the door. "I'll see you tomorrow in class, right?" To which Gojo nodded. "Good! Then see you tomorrow and treat those wounds so they don't get worse." You got out of the car and turned one last time to say goodbye. "Good, see you! Bye!" And you can swear you ran grabbing all the things and trying not to fall in the front door.

You entered the house and dropped everything to the floor, making a big noise. You touched your forehead, did you have a fever again? No that was not it.

You heard your name and saw Kyoko's mom in front of you. "Honey, you are all red!" She approached you. "Are you sick again?" She said touching your face.

"It's okay, I just… everything was really heavy and I got tired." You looked at the bags.

"Did you bring everything on your own?" She said worried. "You should've called."

"No, no." You shook your head. "A friend helped me out."

"Oh okay honey." She smiled. "Kyoko still hasn't come back."

"Really?" You looked at her with surprise.

She left before you in the morning and was almost dinner. But that was a good thing, She must have been having a good time with Suguru.

"Do you know by any chance the guy she was meeting?"

"Yeah, he goes to the same college as us and it's our age." You smiled. "And don't worry, I think he is a really good guy."

"It's good to hear that. Let me help you with those bags." She took some of the bags and you did the same with the others.

As you unpacked your belongings, primarily clothes, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between your wardrobe and Kyoko's. While you leaned towards black attire, Kyoko embraced a more flirtatious style with bows and pastel colors. Despite these differences, your bond remained strong, understanding each other perfectly.

The sound of approaching footsteps and the creak of the door opening interrupted your thoughts, signaling someone's entrance into your room.

"Ah." Kyoko sighed. "I might be in love." She threw herself to your bed.

"Was it a good date?" You said, crossing your legs and looking at her.

"The best." She sighed again. "He was… ugh." She hid her face in your pillow. "He was so attentive, I had never had such a good date."

"Wow." You let out in surprise. "You are for real?" She nodded. "I'm so happy for you Kyoko. Suguru seems like a nice guy."

"Thank you." She smiled. "And how was yours?"

"My what?"

"Your date."

"I didn't have a date, Gojo came to help me study."

"Okay, so your study date." You held a pillow and threw it to her. "Sorry. But did you study?"

"Yeah… He actually helped me a lot." You sighed.

You wanted to tell Kyoko about what happened with Gojo but you felt it was too private to go around telling other people.

"What's up with that sighed?" Kyoko questioned you.

"Nothing, just thinking." You bit your lip, Kyoko probably knew you were hiding something from her. You needed to bring up another topic. "Gojo asked me to go to his match."

Kyoko let out a gasp and crawled over to you so she was facing you. "Next week?" You nodded. "Suguru asked me too!" She grabbed your hands. "We have to go."

"I have to work that day."

"Talk to your coworker…" She put her puppy eyes.

"Don't use those eyes on me." You looked the other way. "But I might talk with him."

"Yay!" Kyoko screamed. "It will be so fun."

Kyoko stayed in your bedroom for the next couple of hours, both of you stayed talking about different things. She also told you more details of her date and so on. It was almost 2 a.m. when you laid down on your bed. You were going to be tired in your classes, but spending time with your best friend as if you were 14 was worth it.

You spent the night reflecting on the unexpected events of Gojo's vulnerability, the request to attend his basketball game, and the strange connection that seemed to be developing. As you drifted into sleep, you wondered about the complexity of relationships and the uncertainties that lay ahead.

Author’s note: fourth chapter done. Ngl the scene of Satoru back hugging birdie was inspired by the scene of Maomao and Jinshi from The Apothecary diaries. Also birdie is starting to be softer when it comes to Satoru, our girl has trust issues

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[soulidarity]

companion

based on the companion robot chat story | xavier x reader/mc

after mc gets the new robot companion, xavier grows a bit jealous of the perfect companion

A knock at the door was heard, before MC could open it her new companion robot she had nicknamed phel was already on it.

as soon as it opened the door, a confused xavier greeted it. he looked at the robot and the door number, double checking he hadn't knocked on a stranger's door. chuckling at the situation, MC quickly went to greet him.

"thank you phel, i got it"

phel nodded and walked away, leaving a frowning hunter at the door.

"i didn't know you were busy." xavier said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"oh no! thats just phel, the robot companion we had talked about. I got it a few days ago, guess i forgot to tell you. come in"

the two walked in to the living room, the taller one wearily looking at the robot doing something in the kitchen as he sat down.

"whyd you get one?"

"im always too tired to do household chores, thought itd be a good way to lift up some stress from my shoulders"

phel aproached the two with tea, pouring it onto two cups, adding sugar to one of them.

"just how you like it, MC"

"thank you phel!" she smiled at it as xavier added sweetner to his own drink. the robot bowed and left the pair alone.

"i dont like it."

"oh is the tea not to your liking? i think i have other types, i can ask phel to make another pot-"

"no. i dont like the robot."

"...why?"

"its off putting. you dont need it"

"hm... i think it looks pretty great. its customizable"

"so you designed it?"

"if by designing you mean i selected the short brown hair and blue eyes option then yeah. i think i did some other stuff to it but not much."

the comment had made xavier frown even more. MC sighed and put her cup down.

"okay this is clearly a bigger problem than phel just being off putting, do you wanna talk about it?"

"well... not in front of it" he mumbled. MC rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. "Phel, we'll be in my room. Please dont enter unless an emergency has happened" the robot nodded and continued wiping the kitchen counter.

she dragged the sulking hunter and sat him on her bed, looking down at him she spoke "so, whats wrong?"

"is it your ideal type?"

"HUH?!"

"i mean you designed him to be what you like, right? if you want me to dye my hair thats fine-"

"woah hold on. are you jealous of it?"

xavier fell silent, fiddling with the string of his hoodie. MC sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her chin on his shoulder.

"y'know i love you right? i could never replace you. much less with a robot."

"it can be here all the time, it can cook, entertain, comfort and other cool features the ad talked about..."

"yknow what it cant give me? it cant give me warmth during an over night mission. i cant feel its heartbeat rising because i did something cheeky. i cant see its gaze softening as it wakes up and realizes its me. it cant be xavier, and thats all i need."

the two stayed in their position as a soft silence filled the room, xavier placing a hand over hers and squeezing it.

"...i can learn how to cook"

"i- xavier you dont need to-" she said as she laughed.

"and im good at cleaning, ill help so get rid it"

she chuckled a bit more before placing a quick kiss on his lips. "ill return it tomorrow. and for the sake of our building, you can just buy me takeout."

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i always liked android and robot stories, i feel like theres a lot to explore even tho it has been getting repetitive in recent media. so when i got this chat i was inspired to do a fic based on it. first time writing xav kinda nervouse

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[vr00mprincess]

Summary: You are both F1 drivers and hadn't have the best time as teammates the first time. For three seasons you were in separate teams but now you are in the same team again.

In recent year, you both have come to good terms with eachother and now you have lived with Daniel for a few months. One day, when you are away, Daniel swoops around your room and finds your diary.

Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Sarah(reader)

Category: Smut

POV: Fem

Warnings: Invasion of privacy, maybe slight coercion so non-con (just to be sure)

Dynamic: FemSub/MascDom

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"I have to go for a while. My sister has something going and she needs help.", I said while grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"Oh. For how long?", Daniel asks. Slamming himself to the sofa.

"No idea. Might take a while. There is still leftover in the fridge. Byeee!", I yell and walk out the door.

I arrive to my sister's house with my motorcycle. Just when I take off my helmet, my sister sprints to me.

"Oh my god! I'm so happy you're here already!", my sister said.

"So what is the issue?", I ask as I walk with her inside.

"My lamp doesn't turn on in my room."

"Okay? Is it only in your room or is it also in other rooms?"

"Only in my room."

I walk to her room and flip the switch. Nothing happens.

"I'll have to check the circuit breaker."

I walk downstairs to check the circuit breaker but everything looks to be on place. I walk back upstairs to a closet and grab a lamp. I go and change the lamp. I turn on the switch and the lamp lights up.

"So I found the problem. Your lamp just needed to be changed."

"Oh. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Maybe next time try changing the lamp."

"Okay, thank you you're so sweet.", my sister says and hugs me.

I get back home and close the door. Some weird sound is coming from my room. I walk in and see Daniel reading my diary.

"W-w-what are you doing?", I ask confused.

"Nothing.", Daniel looks at me with guilty eyes.

"And is that my diary?!", I run and try to grab the notebook.

"Hey! Let go!", he chuckles. We fall on the bed, Daniel on top of me.

"How much did you read of it and what did read?"

Daniel gets up on his knees.

"Quite a lot. I didn't expect so many pages to be about me. About, how hot I am, how I was on your on mind constantly. Seeing drawings of me, sexual drawings of me and written fantasies you have of me.", he gradually lowers his voice and gets closer to me.

"It's not what it looks like. I swear, I can expla-"

"Shhh, some of your writings were quite recent. I got the impression from your writings that you have been lusting, craving me for a while.", he whispers in my ear.

I feel like opening my legs, my breath gets deeper.

"No I haven't."

"Baby, don't lie. I have seen what you have written and drawn. Your deepest thoughts and fantasies."

I can feel his bulge against me. I can feel his breath around my neck.

"Come on darling. I know you crave me. You want it. I can see it."

Daniel places his hand on my lower stomach. He looks at me up and down. I look at him back and nod. He slides his hand down and I felt his hand under my panties.

"Fuuuuck! Baby, you are this wet?", he whispers while running his finger up and down my slit.

His finger feels so heavenly. We look into each others eyes while he is rubbing me. My eyebrows furrows as I hold onto Daniel.

"Moan for me.", he says in a low voice. He starts kissing my neck rubbing my clit.

"Danny! Ah!",I moan.

He rubs my clit in a medium tempo. I moan, whimper not knowing how to stay still. Moving my hips. Daniel stops. Pulling down my pants all the way down. I remove my shirt and bra. Daniel gets up to kiss me. He continues kissing downwards, until he gets between my legs. Instead he starts licking my slit. I feel his long tongue inside me and I bend my back.

"Fuck Danny! That feels good!", I whimper.

He gets to my clit and starts sucking it. He plays with it his tongue, flicking it up and down, side to side. Around it.

"Daniel! I want your cock in my mouth! Please!", I whimper.

Daniel gets up, takes out his cock and inserts it inside my mouth. While having cock in my mouth I rub my clit. Feeling his full length makes wetter. I moan while his cock goes in and out of my mouth.

"Your moan feels so good on my cock.", Daniel moans.

I grab my breast and continue rubbing my clit. Looking up at him, seeing his strong muscular arms. Feeling my hands behind my head.

"You want this cock inside? You want this cock inside your pussy?", Daniel groans.

I moan a yes cock inside my mouth.

"Yeah you do. Don't you?", he pulls his cock out. A little amount of drool drops to my chest. He puts his fingers inside my pussy.

"Don't even need lube. You're already so wet.", he says.

I open my legs wider. He slaps cock on my clit and teases it with his cock.

"I want you to say it."

"Say what?", I ask impatiently.

"What do you want? Tell me what do you want.", Daniel smirks.

"I want your cock inside my pussy! Danny please! Please! Please!", I moan.

"Well since you asked so nicely."

Daniel smiles biting his lip as he inserts his cock inside me.

"Fuck yes! Aaah!", Daniel moans.

I can feel Daniel's cock getting all the way in. I bend my back while squeezing the fabrics of the bed.

"Are you okay?", he asks worried.

"Yes! I'm okay.", I give him a euphoric smile.

He pumps his cock inside me, slowly going faster and faster. He puts my other leg on his shoulder. We moan in sync as we look into each others eyes. We switch positions, Daniel laying on his back, me on top. I bounce on his cock, rubbing my clit and having holding my waist.

"Daniel you feel so good! You feel so amazing!", I moan.

"So do you!", Daniel lightly chuckles.

We go harder and harder. Until I twitch and feel stiff. Then I feel slightly dizzy I collapse on Daniel. We smile as we wrap our arms around each other. We look at eachother and give a kiss.

"Why didn't you want to tell me you had feelings for me?", Daniel asks.

"Because I felt complicated about what I felt about you. And at the time.... Being a bitch was something I knew.", I lay my head on his chest.

"You don't have to be a bitch to me anymore. Right?"

"I'm not making any promises.", I bite my lip with a smile.

We both chuckle.

#danny ric #dr3 x reader #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hiding Away (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when you distance yourself due to insecurities over your body, Clara does her best to make you feel better

Warnings: hurt/comfort, some angst, reader has body image issues but it's not specified why

A/N: I've been feeling pretty down lately due to dysphoria so I decided to be self indulgent and write this to help comfort me. I kept the reasoning behind the reader's body image issues vague so anyone who has troubles or insecurities about how they look can read this. just know that I love and cherish each and every one of you that have difficulties with how you look, regardless of the reason. it's okay if you have trouble accepting your physical body as a part of who you are. you're not broken or any less of a person for it ❤

Clara hadn't seen you all day. In fact, she'd barely seen you the entire week, and while that wasn't entirely uncommon after a disasterous trip with the Doctor (you'd been attacked by the Daleks yet again) it was troubling to her just how little she saw of you.

That's how she ended up standing in front of the bedroom you had on the TARDIS. She really didn't want to pry, but she was starting to get concerned. Plus, she missed you.

Bringing her hand up to the door, she lightly tapped her knuckles against the wood before calling out softly. "Are you in there? It's been awhile since I've seen you and I'm a little worried."

She heard you call out a muffled "I'm fine" through the door. Clara waited in hopes that perhaps you'd elaborate, sighing to herself when you didn't.

"I'm going to come in, if that's alright with you?" She could've said it more as a command, but she posed her words as a question instead, so you'd feel a tad bit more comfortable with her sudden intrusion.

When she still got no answer, she turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door. The lights were out, but from what she could tell you were curled up in a ball on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets.

Clara frowned at the sight, knowing it must be something truly bad to have you acting like this. "Sweetheart?" She called out tentatively as she walked over.

You let out a muffled grunt in response, peeking part of your face out a bit so she could see you. "Hi," you mumbled softly.

She gave you a gentle smile as she took as seat down on the edge of your bed. "Hello, darling. Are you alright?" She carefully asked, bringing her hand up to rest on what she assumed was your back, hoping to comfort you.

"Mm." You closed your eyes and muttered out a soft reply. "I haven't been feeling well recently. Been having problems with my body and how I look."

At your admission of what was really going on, Clara felt her heart break. So that was why you'd been hiding away. "Oh, sweetheart..." She whispered in a sorrowful tone as she knew exactly what you were talking about, even if you didn't say it in so many words. "Darling, I'm so sorry. May I touch you?"

She was careful in asking for your permission to touch you first, knowing how you'd sometimes rather to be comforted from a distance, but much to her delight you nodded your head before letting out a soft "Okay".

She nodded her head in turn before getting down on the bed next to you. As she pulled you close, she was careful not to shift or move your blanket off of you in any way, not wanting to raise your discomfort levels, even by accident.

You allowed her to cradle you close to her chest, nestling against her almost as if you were a small woodland creature who was trying to stay warm for the winter. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it," you spoke to her in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry for being so distant lately."

"It's alright, sweetheart. I understand completely, there's no need for you to apologize." Clara leaned her face down and pressed a loving kiss to where she thought your head might be. "I'll be here for as long as you may need me."

You felt as her hand moved up and down your back in a soothing nature while she added, "And just so you know, there's nothing 'wrong' with how you look. I know that might be difficult for you to believe right now, darling, but it's true."

Tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself become emotional. "Thank you..." You choked out while pressing your face into her chest. "Thank you, Clara.... I love you..."

The brunette felt her heart soar when you told her you loved her, even though you'd said it before numerous times. "And I love you," she reply before kissing your head again. "And I'll always be here for you if you need me. Okay?"

You didn't say anything else, but she knew you heard her from the way you grabbed her hand and held it close. The two of you stayed there like that for a good, long while, and even though it didn't diminish your awful feelings completely it did feel nice to have someone there to help take your mind off it, at least for a little while.

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[generalhumancloudalmond]

Miss you

Platonic!Yandere!Thoma x Child!Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Kamisato siblings(mentioned)

"Thoma, please, have a seat, I've heard a lot about you both from Y/n and from other residents of the Ritou island. It's a pleasure for me to finally meet you. Y/n herself is not at home right now, but I think we can find a topic for conversation before she returns."

"Yes, you are absolutely right. It's nice to meet you too, but to be honest, I'm here on business..."

"Oh... Really?"

Your mother was a little surprised by this statement, because all the short period of time that she lived in Ritou, Thoma has never come with something serious. To be completely honest, the housekeeper of the Kamisato estate has never even spoken to her, and it's been five months. However, he got along very well with you and often came to take you for a walk in the morning and return you in the evening.

And everything would have been fine if he hadn't started taking you away from Ritou Island. This worried her, but she also understood that he had a certain influence and since no complaints or fines were received, she simply didn't know how to react to this and that is why she didn't raise a scandal out of the blue. But it looks like now she has a chance to find out about it.

"To be honest, I also have some conversation with you..."

"You have my attention."

"I recently found out that Y/n is leaving the borders of Ritou with you, and it bothers me a little."

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk about."

"Then please continue."

"The reason I'm here now is because my lord and my lady have expressed a desire to take Y/n to themselves. Thanks to this, your daughter will be able to get a decent education, as well as move freely around Inazuma. The lord also stated that he agreed to pay you a decent amount of mora as compensation, if you wish."

Your mother was shocked by such a proposal, at first she even thought she had heard it wrong, but the more the housekeeper continued, the more annoyed she became. How could he even dare to talk so easily and simply to her about selling her own child?!

"Thoma, tell your lord that he won't get my consent and Y/n will stay with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Thoma, I'm sure."

"Okay, I'll tell him what you said, but please think about this offer. The lord is not one to give up quickly."

After that day, you were forbidden to communicate with Thoma and leave Ritou as well. Housekeeper stopped coming to your home only a month later and during that month he made at least five visits with the same offer.

You didn't understand what was going on, but you saw how your mother was under pressure and how gloomy she became when Thoma came. Because of this, you were happy when housekeeper stopped coming to your mother. However, new problems have emerged. Suddenly, strange rumors began to circulate all over the island. People began to look at you with pity and regret, and at your mother with hatred and censure.

And right now you were devastated, standing on the street and looking at your house, you saw mom being taken away by the Tenryou Commission. What is going on?

Suddenly you felt like you were taken by the hand, you shuddered. It was Thoma. He gently led you out of the crowd of people who were watching your mother being arrested, and led you to the exit from the island. You stopped.

"What is it, Y/n?"

Thoma squatted down and looked into your eyes, you started crying.

"I don't want to leave..."

"Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry about what happened, but you can't stay here."

Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, Thoma began to wipe away your tears. With one hand he held your head, and with the other he gently dabbed the drops rolling down your cheeks. He, not wanting to cause irritation on the skin, tried to do it as carefully as possible, without pressing hard and without rubbing moisture all over your face.

"Who's going to take care of you if you will be here alone? And besides, Ayaka and Ayato will be very worried about you. Although, in fact, they are already. Therefore, let's not make them worry any more and visit them, okay?"

You nodded weakly and Thoma smiled. He removed the handkerchief and lightly pinched your nose, stood up and held out you his hand.

"Come on now, you haven't been to the Kamisato estate for a long time and everyone misses you."

#reader #yandere #platonic #platonic yandere #platonic genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #platonic genshin #platonic Thoma #yandere thoma #platonic yandere Thoma #child reader

[queen-shiba]

Greetings, my queen,i bow down to thee. Might I request leona with a desi reader who's selfconscious about her skin tone (cause s such a prevalent problem here ya know)? Feel free to ignore this!

I can't ignore my fellow dark skins feeling insecure! D:<

YOU LISTEN TO ME AND YOU LISTEN WELL!

The darker berries are the sweeter ones. Take that to heart, and keep it with you. Keep your skin vibrant, luv. It's a flex 💅🏾✨️

And as someone who's faced and seen a lot of colorism, I'll tell you, their opinions mean jack shit. You're gorgeous. Get some sun. Keeps your skin healthy. You won't burn like the beauty standard. Your skin is more fit for authentic gold than any.

Colorism is maddening to me. It's funny how the skin that came in and colonized everything, and fucked so many civilizations in the ass is getting glorified like they didn't invade. Make no damn sense.

The Sweetest Berry

It was one of those days...

Just walking about the school, minding your own business.

Truly, you weren't expecting to have to deal with colorism in Twisted Wonderland, but it seems you were dead wrong.

Light skin was glorified here about as much as it is on Earth.

It's viewed as disgusting... unsightly...

Why was it this way anywhere but on Earth?

You wouldn't know.

Maybe those with zero to no complexion were doing a lot of colonizing just as they did on Earth.

Didn't seem to be too farfetched.

Truly, it was annoying to hear about it all day.

"You'd look better if your skin was lighter." Or, "Darker skin just isn't as pretty."

Whatever their reasoning was for disliking it, you didn't care. That didn't make it any less of an insecurity for you.

Now you were sitting alone in the botanical gardens in the shade.

You wouldn't wanna get darker than you already are...

Wait for Leona. That's what you usually did if he wasn't already there.

"Staying in the shade again?"

"Yeah..."

You look up to meet Leona's gaze, him standing in all his glory, skin illuminated by the sun.

Like he was made for it...

He never made fun of your complexion. In fact, he seemed to admire it.

Looking at you, he could tell you were feeling off...

It had just rained recently. Even you wouldn't sit where the mud is if it meant keeping your jacket clean.

Now you had it set under your but, right in that wet dirt.

There was only one reason you'd ever do such a thing...

He approached you and took you in his arms, bringing you out into the sunlight.

"Wait- what are you-"

He silenced you with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Leona was only so tender with you when you were alone with him... and when he knew you needed it.

You needed someone to be gentle with you now.

The lion settled down in the sunniest area of the garden, hidden by plant life so neither of you could be seen.

"Can we go back in the shade..?" You asked, even though your tone was more... begging in a way.

"You need some sun." Leona spoke plainly.

"Ah, but it's hot-"

"Why do you keep listening to what they have to say about you?"

There it was...

He really knew you too well... Or he was very observant.

Leona never did claim to know you like the back of his hand, but he certainly paid attention.

When he saw you cringe at the boys telling you your skin was unsightly, he sneered.

Who the hell were they, huh?

Even those with the same complexion as you would say it.

Leona hoped you'd defend yourself one day.

Back in his homeland, dark skin was viewed the same way... a lot of people would bleach their skin. Truly, he didn't understand why darker skin was viewed as something lesser, but he certainly didn't care. It was stupid...

"I... I don't know... I just... They're so bothering! And it's what the whole world thinks! Here and back home!"

Leona snorted, barking out a hearty laugh.

"Herbivore... Haven't you heard?"

You furrowed your brows, "Heard what...?"

"The darker the berry is, the sweeter it's juice."

Oh... You hadn't thought about it like that...

It was true. The sweeter berries were the darker ones.

"I suppose you're right..." You leaned against him, "I didn't really look at it from that perspective.."

Leona put an arm around you, keeping you close, "I know this won't fix your insecurity, but it's something for you to think about whenever you do feel this way." He mused, "And don't listen to what those idiots have to say. They're not worth the energy."

That only made you chuckle, "Right."

The End!

Hope this helped! Don't feel ashamed of your skin! Just remember it wouldn't look right if you were any lighter.

The rest of you! This anon is my newly adopted child!

#twst #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #savanaclaw x reader #desi reader

[sineala]

It was quite the week for us comic Tony fans!

How would you rank the Tony issues from the haul? We had Iron Man #8, Avengers #3, I Am Iron Man #5, Avengers Beyond #5, Ults reboot (tho Tony didn’t seem to show there?), dunno if I missed any haha

Oh, man, it absolutely was a great comics week!

I'm going to list what I liked less first because I have a lot of feelings about Iron Man #8.

Ultimate Invasion #2

Technically Tony was in this, at the bottom of the first page of Howard's introduction, the one that was a straight-up redraw of Tony's introduction in Ultimates #2. Here he is:

I suppose that we don't actually know for a fact that this is Tony; Howard refers to him as his son but he isn't named. Like, for all we know, this is Greg with a dye job, or maybe Arno exists here. But I have to say that I'm pretty meh about the idea of an Ults reboot that doesn't include Steve or Tony (and, even more upsettingly, seems to have Howard instead of Tony); I suspect (at least, I hope) there will be some personnel reshuffling going on, but the amount that I have ever cared about The Maker is minuscule at best. Hickman just has his things he likes to write about and too bad if you wanted to hear about anyone else, I guess. (His original Ults run was not my favorite.)

Back when Time Runs Out was coming out, the solicits announced that the cover for Avengers #41 was going to reuse the cover of Ultimates #1, so everyone was excited that there was going to be an Ults crossover. At the time, I hadn't read any Ults at all, so I decided I was going to read Ults to prepare for this issue. The thing was, I didn't quite finish reading Ults, and I hadn't gotten to Hickman's run. "That won't be a problem!" I thought, naively. "I have in fact read Ultimates #1 and surely these characters are what this issue is about, since they are on the cover."

Then Avengers #41 turned out to be entirely about The Maker and Miles Morales and I was extremely confused. This was not what I thought I was getting. Why is it about these people? Where are the Ultimates? Why is a psycho version of Reed here?

Reading Ultimate Invasion is making me feel like I am having the exact same experience again, eight years later. I don't like it any better a second time.

I Am Iron Man #5

This is the last issue of this miniseries, and I really wanted to like it. For one thing, some of the variant covers have been absolutely gorgeous:

The creative team are clearly big fans of Tony and love him so much as a character and love his history and you can see that basically on every page of this entire miniseries and I'm glad Marvel gave us something that was so positive… but I haven't really been able to make any sense of any of it. They have some really interesting high-concept ideas -- like, #5 here was a look at the ethics of cloning -- but they seem to have a massive, massive disconnect at some point in the process between Having The Idea and Making A Comic About The Idea and I literally do not understand most of what has happened in this entire miniseries. I feel like if I asked them to summarize their comic I would probably understand the explanation, but reading the comic does not lead to understanding it, for me.

I was trying to explain this, and the best comparison I can come up with is all those issues of Doctor Strange that are mostly from the 70s where the creative team was clearly on All The Hallucinogens and you go to read a comic and it's absolutely gorgeous artwork but very little of the story makes any sense whatsoever and it's just like "okay, dude, you keep having fun doing your thing" and then you check back in a couple issues and Strange has defeated, like, the manifestation of his own ego and also possibly the concept of reality?

It's like that, but with Iron Man.

(Incidentally, the recent Doctor Strange miniseries Fall Sunrise was like that, if you feel like Doctor Strange comics have been making too much narrative sense lately.)

Avengers Beyond #5

Last issue of this Landy/Land series. Don't mind me; I really like crediting them. I really loved Derek Landy's work on the Cap-IM miniseries (I mean, who didn't?) and I think in both this miniseries and the preceding All-Out Avengers he demonstrated a really solid grasp of Avengers characterization, which is no mean feat in a series whose gimmick is that every issue starts in medias res. I think he's especially good at dialogue, and he really makes the characters feel like themselves without all that much space to work with, and a lot of the Avengers' solutions (like the Celestial blood thing here) seem like things they would come up with.

The downside, and this is not his fault, is that I really aggressively Do Not Care about the Beyonder. So I liked this despite that, which is a testament to how much I like his writing, I guess.

The other downside is every single page in which Greg Land has to draw a human face. I just. Sometimes he gets about 80% of the way but suddenly NOPE. The good news is that this series plays to his strengths in that there are a lot of characters with helmets and non-human faces and also there is a lot of punching which mostly doesn't show people's faces close-up. The bad news is that many of the action scenes still look like they're traced from porn, although at least not so much in this issue.

So I feel like if you can somehow ignore all of the art, like, all of it ever, you might like this.

Avengers #2

I really like Jed MacKay's writing, which is why this is getting ranked so highly for me even though really not all that much happened this issue. Plus, the art is good, and I felt that I could not in good conscience rank Greg Land's art above this.

Right now I don't think really enough has happened for me to be able to say whether this is a good run -- #1 was basically Assembling, and #2 here is Getting The Villains Together -- but I have a lot of faith in MacKay based on his other comics (I am excited to read his Black Cat run that I just got in book form) that this is probably going to be good. The dialogue seemed IC for everyone; I like how Tony is wearing his stealth armor here due to IM events. The villains remind me a lot of the villains in Death of Doctor Strange, which I liked a lot.

I do, however, empathize with the letter writer who says it doesn't feel like the Avengers without Steve. They could have two Caps. It would be okay.

Invincible Iron Man #8

Ohhh boy.

I have been looking forward to this issue since #7 came out, and I loved it (and the rest of the run so far) so much that I wrote 40,000 words of h/c set right after #7 because canon is whumping Tony so nicely that I thought he could maybe have some comfort. I don't remember the last time I liked a comic enough to write 40,000 words immediately after reading it. Maybe never. I wanted to get the fic posted before #8 came out and I did in fact manage this. Impressively, I don't think canon actually contradicts anything in my fic, provided you assume that there's at least a day before #8 starts. I also appear to have correctly identified several of the problems Tony is having in canon -- #8 establishes that Tony is not sleeping and not eating -- but it's just that Gerry Duggan has no interest in fixing these problems and I do.

I didn't think the whump could get any better than #7. The whump got even better.

Every interview I see with Gerry Duggan about IM, he seems to feel he has to apologize for all the pain he is putting Tony through. I don't know why he keeps apologizing. This is the good stuff.

So I had to do about a hundred pages of background reading to read this, because Hellfire Gala is something like 78 pages long and I had to read a FCBD issue too. It was totally worth it. I am very sorry to X-Men fans who are not Iron Man fans because I am sure they are cursing Gerry Duggan's name right now.

If you are going to read this Iron Man issue and want to have all the background reading, what you should actually read is the Avengers/X-Men FCBD issue from May, and then Hellfire Gala, and then Iron Man. There are several events that we get bits of from the X-side in Hellfire Gala and from Tony in IM, but the events themselves take place in the FCBD issue, which is definitely exactly where I'd put key events I wanted people to be able to find. Thanks, Marvel. And if you are a Steve fan, you are going to care, because one of them is an attempt on Steve's life. So if you don't read the FCBD issue first, halfway through Hellfire Gala you're going to be like "what do you mean, someone's trying to assassinate Captain America?" and, yeah, that's in the FCBD issue as well as a couple other attacks more relevant to the mutants.

I'm sure we were all expecting Krakoa to fall since the day it started -- look, we all know the mutants have a very, very bad record at creating mutant utopias -- but I have to say I wasn't expecting quite this much of a bloodbath and definitely not because Xavier decided to give into his captors' demands without checking if what they were actually asking him to do was happening like he thought it was. This seems to be a good argument for not negotiating with terrorists. I wasn't expecting basically the second Mutant Massacre, even masterminded by (an evil clone of) Mister Sinister. (I haven't read X-books in a long time but I have to admit that "Sinister is just not evil enough" was not a take I was expecting.)

Also I am STILL not over the fact that the evil mutant-hating organization is named Orchis, which means "testicle" in Greek. (I mean, yes, it also means "orchid." But if they wanted me to think of orchids they could have just named it Orchid in English and not Testicle.)

So, anyway, the result of the Hellfire Gala this year is that pretty much everyone who was at the Gala (as well as a bunch of other people) are extremely dead, except for Emma Frost and a small band of resisters (including, inexplicably, Wilson Fisk, and I'm sure we'll learn what his deal is eventually) who managed to teleport out to New York, which is where Tony gets involved.

(I am still not over the fact that Tony got an Avengers call for a DC terror attack, then got a call for Steve being attacked in Brooklyn and immediately zoomed to help Steve first. Priorities, he has them. Yes, I know, Steve was closer. Shhh.)

Anyway! You like Tony suffering? Then you will probably enjoy Tony fighting Sentinels, getting hit really, really hard, bleeding and getting concussed and begging for help and repeating that he's dying, as he wavers in and out of consciousness while lying on the street. If the issue had decided to make this the worst thing that happened to him, I would still have been perfectly satisfied because, look, I just wrote 40,000 words because I really liked how the last comic ended with Tony being upset that Rhodey had been arrested, punching his armor until there's blood dripping down his hands, kneeling on the floor. And now canon has made him suffer more!

But then! Then we get the very best terrible moment! Even better and/or worse than I could have hoped for!

Tony is at this point not entirely conscious, he thinks he's dying, and he's not very, uh, oriented as to reality, and that means that his poor suffering brain is making him think he's reexperiencing one of his past extremely traumatic events, and Emma, who is also now stuck fighting Sentinels, has decided to hop into his mind to help him out. So I was like, okay, maybe it's gonna be his origin story? That's probably pretty damaging. That's something anyone could come up with.

The thing is, Gerry Duggan has done the reading.

So the inside of Tony's mind is currently Iron Man #182. Yes. Tony is dying in the blizzard.

At this point, I had to stop and say AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. A lot. I think everyone else did too.

Like, I enjoy recreationally making fictional characters suffer and I don't think it would ever have occurred to me to do this. I am plotting the rest of an extremely angsty canon-divergent fic series ending in the blizzard, solely so that Steve can carry Tony out of the cold, and it would never have occurred to me that when Tony thinks he's dying his mind would take him right back to the middle of the blizzard and LEAVE HIM THERE, freezing to death, drunk and alone, with nothing. I could never have thought of this. It's perfect.

The comic doesn't actually tell you what it's referencing or that it is in fact referencing anything canonical, but if you are familiar with Iron Man #182's very distinctive cover art, this page is a very, very clear homage to it. (And I suppose there's a sense in which it's kind of a canon deep cut; the issue's a dollar-bin kind of issue and the arc itself has only been reprinted once, in pieces, and I think all of it is out of print now in paper. The people collecting and slabbing Doomquest et al aren't buying this one, as far as I know. We just love it.)

I think an argument can be made that the current one is more pathetic (in the sense of "creating pathos") than the #182 version, because for one thing the cover isn't itself canonical; that angle and alley aren't in the issue. Also, in Tony's dream version, he's surrounded by bottles. And he's barefoot. He's actually made it worse for himself than it was when it really happened to him.

And in case you thought this issue was done stabbing you in the heart, this is what happens when Tony wakes all the way up:

AAAAAAAAAA.

Anyway, then Tony surrenders -- because he has never met a self-sacrificing moment that he does not love; thank you, Gerry Duggan, for understanding this -- so that Emma can get away and he's now kneeling, unarmored, in the middle of the street, concussed and bleeding heavily, daring Feilong and his Sentinels to come on and kill him. Just your regular Iron Man cliffhanger.

I will take twelve more just like this one, please and thank you.

I'm still not over the blizzard.

I know it could all go wrong at any moment -- I have a lot of trust issues about Iron Man comics, clearly -- but we've had eight issues and as of right now I think this is definitely the best Iron Man ongoing run we've had in the past… fifteen years? Whenever Director of SHIELD ended.

(If any of you clicked on this and are not comics fans, you're probably wondering how fans of a character can dislike everything that has happened to them in the past fifteen years and still consider themselves fans of a character. This is just what comics fandom is like.)

#replies #visitant-dispatch

[p1-f1]

Crush

Pairings: Jimmy Valmer x reader

Pronouns: They/them. GN

Warnings: None!

Notes: JIMMY HAS GAME???

Summary: You've crushed on Jimmy for a while, but have never admitted it.

Word Count: 1,170

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There he was. Standing in front of you, the short brown hair that shines in the sun perfectly, being ruffled by another hand. Those hazel eyes that you could get lost in forever, like an entire forest. That chiseled jawline, those perfect teeth, those slightly pink cheeks. The body that you just wished you'd see more often. But here we are, a week before school ends for summer, and you still haven't even talked to him.

Jimmy Valmer, your crush since 4th grade. Well, you both were now in 10th grade. About to be in 11th, and still have yet to confess. To be fair, you had many opportunities, you just never took them.

~Flashback~

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ.:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆*⋆.*:･ﾟ

"Hey, sweeth-h-h-heart.. "

"Oh! Hey Jimmy."

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you adjusted the scarf on your neck, covering your red nose.

"Have you s-s-seen C-Clyde?"

"Not recently, no."

"Well if you d-do, just tell me, beautiful."

The way your crush pretty much effortlessly said that sentence, made you swoon. Nobody ever thought less of Jimmy when he stuttered, or for the fact he used crutches, but when he did speak to someone with no issue, you did think it was hot as hell.

~End of flashback~

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"-N. Y/N!"

Jumping out of your trance, you looked up at the pair of boys sitting in front of you.

"Kyle! Stan! Hey!"

"Hello, Y/N."

The warm smile the curly haired ginger gave made you smile too, his dimples and freckles could light up anyone's day, so of course it lit up yours.

Along with Kyle, there was his best friend, or, as everyone else saw it, crush. Stan had bleached his hair, but along with bleaching it, he never washed it. Thank the gods of South Park for that ugly blue beanie he wears.

"Hey, Babe!"

Stan did his stupid giggle, closing his eyes as he puckers his lips towards you. Everyone had their friend group wife or husband, and yours, was Stan. (Even though we all know Stan is Kyle's)

"There's my favorite husband."

You did your stupid giggle as well, leaning in so your lips almost touched,but didn't, seeing the twitch in Kyle's eye.

"Ahem."

The two of you snapped your heads to Kyle, backing away from each other, as the ginger pushed his glasses up.

"We heard that Jimmy wants to talk to you after school, Y/N. Isn't that nice?"

"Really!?"

Like a puppy, your eyes lit up at the sound of Jimmy's name.

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Clyde's hand ran through his hair, smoothing out his brown locks, seeing as Jimmy struggled to do it himself.

"Th-th-thanks, Man."

He responded, acting like he hadn't been staring at the best looking person in South Park High. From their lips, to their hair, to their body, and even their laugh. They were perfect.

"Course, Bro."

"Dude, stop staring!"

Tolkien's voice filled his ears, as the teen slapped his shoulder lightly, laughing at the brown hairs problem.

"Tolkien, I c-c-can't! They're literally puh-perfect."

"And you haven't asked them out why?"

Jimmy deadpanned Clyde.

"Y know what? F-f-fuck it. I've been crushing for way too lo-lo-ng!"

He waved his hand to Craig, who then waved to Tweek, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, spewing to Kenny, and of course, Kenny told Stan which turned into Kyle knowing. Whatever you tell someone, it always makes its way around.

Jimmy watches as you excitedly light up, hearing that he wants to talk to you, already knowing he'd have you by the end of the day. Sure it was cocky, but was he wrong? It wasn't like he was being an ass, if only you would glance at him. A smile so soft it could cushion a fall.

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The day was slow, as would a usual day in this hell of a school. The teachers didn't care about the students, so many fights it wasn't even entertaining, but annoying at most, and gossip spread so fast it could be named a disease.

Worst thing currently, usually the best thing, was Jimmy Valmer. You shared almost every class. Except for one, which you and Kyle in, so that was a nice break. Staring at him made your stomach turn. In a good way, but also a bad one.

You couldn't help but wonder if being with him was the best idea, I mean, you had only been with a few guys before. Along with one or two girls, but that doesn't matter right now.

Jimmy was a great guy, sure, but would it work out? You're a nice person, you're kind, help others, get good grades, and have good friends. Jimmy is almost the same. Nice, funny, kind, smart when he actually puts effort, and has pretty good friends.

They always say opposites attract. That was always your mindset. But what if you weren't opposites?

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Your earbuds played your favorite song, as you sat outside, a notebook in hand, drawing some girl you saw that was drop dead gorgeous.

"Y/N?"

That voice. That voice that made you smile as soon as you heard it. The earbuds in your ears fell to your side, as you looked up at Jimmy.

"Hola,"

You started, giggling quietly as you moved your feet for the teen to sit in front of you. The current position leaning against the outside of the school, sitting on the low garden wall that was always filled with snow.

"What can I do for ya?"

"L-l-l-let m-m… "

Jimmy trailed off. It seemed being nervous really messed with his stuttering even more. He cleared his throat, chuckling as he set his crutches to the ground.

"L-Let.e t-t-take you out."

And before you knew it, your cheeks heated up, and your eyes widened.

"Pardon?"

"I know I st-st-stuttered, but I'll still say this, Did I stutter, d-d-dove?"

"Uh-"

He chuckled once more, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, with a loving gaze to match the soft smile.

"Well?"

"I- uhm- uh, su- fuck, uh.. "

"I-i-ill take that as a y-y-yes."

You just nodded, watching as Jimmy pulled his hand away, resting at his lap.

"I've crushed on you for literal years, Jim."

And for once, you saw his adorable cheeks grow pink.

"Is that s-so?"

"Yep."

"Then I guess it's not a crush anymore. We're dating."

You chuckled as your ex crush said those words. No longer will you have to dream of giving the boy a kiss, because you're pretty sure in a few dates, it'll happen.

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#pifi's asks #south park x reader #jimmy valmer x reader

[bluefox4]

Ok, so I'm just thinking about Young Justice (cartoon) and how season two would have been improved if there hadn't been the time skip. There is a lot about the time skip that lost people but the emotional impact that certain things could have had was just gone.

I re-watched it recently and there was a scene in the first episode that would have been so impactful if it had happen several seasons in with knowledge of these characters. It happens between Nightwing and Robin when Nightwing is assigning missions.

Nightwing: Tim, you'll be running Gamma. Robin: Me? Dick, I've never led a squad before. Nightwing: Making this a good opportunity to get your feet wet as a field leader. Robin: Because it's Gamma and you're not expecting trouble, or because we're stretched thin and you have no choice? Nightwing looks away before sighing and turning back to face Robin. Nightwing: Just don't die, ok? Robin's eyes widen as he stiffens slightly. Nightwing: And no unnecessary risks to the squad. That's an order. Robin nods.

The reason that this would have been impactful emotionally speaking is because of the death of Jason Todd. If this had happened a few seasons in we could have met Jason Todd, the second Robin. In Young Justice no one was sure if he had been a character until a hologram of him was shown in the grotto of fallen heroes.

As is, it just seems like Nightwing has been a bit protective of Tim. There's no reason for this scene to stand out. But on a re-watch my only thought was 'Oh this would have been impactful if I had actually known Jason. If there had been a arc of Tim trying to prove that he could watch out for himself and he didn't need Dick protecting him. Just don't die would have been really impactful if the death of the second Robin was known.' Which um, isn't what you want a person thinking when watching your show. It shouldn't be here is this missed chance. It should have been that emotional gut punch.

And I feel like that is part of the problem that parts of season 2 had. It expects that audience to come in with some knowledge already. I know of Jason Todd from cultural osmosis but that isn't enough to make me care about him in the context of the show that I watched. Batman the Animated Series didn't have him so he can be left out of Batman related material. My jump from 'Just don't die' isn't going to be 'oh Jason Todd must of died in this universe' its Nightwing seems a bit protective of Robin but that's probably because Robin doesn't have that much experience crime fighting either in general or in a group. Maybe he's been reckless? Maybe he's like Nightwing was when he was younger and isn't good at letting the group know the plan? But it isn't the second Robin died.

The fact that Robin doesn't really have many parts focused on him after that makes it feel like that should be a conclusion to an arc. A point where he steps out from being one of the focus characters and makes room for Blue Beetle to take over as one of the focus characters.

#Young Justice #Young Justice cartoon #YJ Cartoon #I don't know what the general tags are for the cartoon #Nightwing #Robin #Jason Todd #seriously the emotional impact of a lot of things in season 2 is just lost because we don't know the characters #the reason that season 1 worked was because we got to know the characters #we cared about their struggles because they gave us the information needed to know what was going on #what wasn't told right away was built up #I heard that there was a time skip between season 2 and 3 so I haven't watched other seasons #because season 2 did not pay off the mystery that they were trying to go for #at least I think they were going for a mystery #but just yes I am here for the plot #but I am also here for the characters moreso #and if you lost me on the characters then it won't matter what the plot is like #this was a show that was built on making you care about the characters in season 1 #why is Nightwing even Nightwing now #Why did he stop being Robin? #did he have a falling out with Batman because the show doesn't make that feel like the case #Did he decide that he needed a new name like Speedy did at the start of the series? #did he give it up so that Jason could take the mantle when Batman took him in? #who knows

[spacepajamas956]

Broken And Healed

Chapter 1

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100

Rating: T

CW: Blood, death and slight gore

Read On Ao3

Written by Space_Pajamas

Ritsu came home from school as per-usual to the sound of dinner being made and the TV on. His mother was in the kitchen and his father was fixing himself a cup of coffee. He slipped off his shoes at the door with his eyes set straight to the staircase. He wanted to get to his room as soon as possible so he could practice with his recently awakened powers with the help of his spirit accomplice Dimple.

"Oh, hey Ritsu!"

Ritsu paused. He saw his brother smiling at him from the couch.

"Hey bro," Ritsu responded, hiding his impatience.

"... I was thinking about how we haven't really hung out that much lately." Shigeo fidgeted with the strings of his pink hoodie. "I was wondering if you wanted to-"

"Sorry, can't. I have homework to do," Ritsu cut him off.

"O-oh. I thought you did your homework after dinner?"

"Yeah, but I have a lot to do today." Ritsu went forward, eyes set back on the stairs.

"Oh." His brother's voice had dropped in volume, "Well, maybe when you're done...?"

"Why do you want to hang out all of a sudden?" Ritsu said, irritation creeping into his tone.

"Oh! N-no reason," Mob said on impulse. "I just... I noticed that you haven't been coming to dinner and you seem a bit..." his voice trailed off, as if he didn't want to say what came next.

Ritsu narrowed his eyes. "A bit what?"

"... moody?"

"I'm fine. Just..." Ritsu pondered how he could answer. "The Student Council's been a bit stressful lately." He wasn't lying. But this interaction was keeping him from getting to what was really weighing on his mind.

"Oh. Do you wanna talk about it?" Mob asked. "You’ve always been there for me, so I’m here for you."

Ritsu winced, trying to bite down the snarky remarks that came to mind as a response to his brother's offer. "Don't worry about it. I don't wanna weigh you down."

"Weigh me down? Ritsu, if something's troubling you, I'll listen! Do...do I weigh you down?" Mob looked at his brother with troubled eyes. Ritsu hated this look. It was almost like his brother was completely ignorant to all the tolls his existence brought upon him.

"Like I said, don't worry about it." Ritsu glanced at his brother sideways. "I'm going up to my room now. See you at dinner."

"Ritsu, wait," Mob pestered as he got to his feet, "Can we just talk a little longer? I want to listen. I'm here for you, Ritsu."

Ritsu scoffed. He hadn't meant to.

"I'll listen to whatever's troubling you. Maybe we can come up with a solution."

"You wanna know what's troubling me? You wanna know what my problem is? YOU," Ritsu snapped.

The sounds from the kitchen ceased. The only thing breaking the silence was the laugh track from the TV.

"YOU'VE been weighing me down. YOU'RE the problem."

"Ritsu, did-did I say something? Did I do something?" He took a step closer to his brother.

"Oh, can it. You're just surprised that someone has an issue with you."

"... What?"

"You were born perfect. You've never had to work for anything in your life. You are SO above everyone and everything else, so stop acting like you aren't."

"Ritsu, what are you talking about-"

"You know what I'm talking about. I know how you think of yourself. You think that you're better than everyone else just because you have psychic powers, don't you?"

"What? Ritsu, you know that's not true-"

"You think you need to comfort me by saying you'll listen when in reality you couldn't give two shits about my problems."

"Ritsu, I've never thought highly of myself. I've always thought that way about you."

"Oh, here we go. You're only saying that to try and make me feel better about myself."

"I'm not! It's the truth!"

"I think we both know it's not."

"Ritsu, what happened to you?"

Ritsu let out a short, bitter laugh. "What happened to me? Stop it. Stop acting like you care."

"But I do care! Ritsu, I want to know what's wrong…I want to help."

"You've lived with me for thirteen years and you're just now noticing something's wrong?" Ritsu turned fully to look at his brother. "I'm jealous of you. I always have been. And I know, you're going to say that doesn't make sense since I'm such a good kid or whatever. But I've always resented you. You got psychic powers and I got nothing. "Do you know why I joined the Student Council? Why I try so hard to get good grades? It's so I could have something that was just as special and admirable as you. But no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it never worked. I've always felt second best. Like nothing I could do would be as incredible as what you could. So I'm sorry that I'm not as good as you. I'm sorry I'm finally at my breaking point."

Silence again.

"No. No, you have it all backwards," Mob said. "I've never been good at that kind of stuff. I always just barely make the grade. I could never be in the student council! Ritsu, you're much more admirable than I've ever been.”

"Stop it!" Ritsu shouted.

"Stop what?" Mob asked, his voice raised.

"Trying to make me feel better!"

"I'm not! I'm telling the truth!"

"Stop! Stop saying crap like that!" The light above them flickered.

"I just want to help!" Mob sounded hurt as he put his hands to his chest.

"Well, maybe I don't want your help! Maybe I don't need it!" The light flickered a bit more frequently.

"Ritsu-"

"What?!" The light sparked and went out.

"The light..." Mob muttered as he looked up.

"Don't change the subject! Do you think I care that the light went out?!" The TV remote started to hover a bit above the coffee table.

Mob saw it. His eyes widened. "Ritsu, are you-"

"I'm tired of you acting all innocent! Like you're completely unaware of all the problems you've caused!" The books alongside the remote started to float.

"Ritsu, do you-"

"You've done nothing but try to make me feel better about myself this whole time, and I'm tired of it!"

Now the plant in the corner.

"I'm tired of you acting like you aren't better than me! We both know you are, so stop pretending!" Ritsu’s voice wavered as tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

The books on the shelf.

"Stop pretending that I'm better than you!"

"Ritsu."

"WHAT?!" Then he saw it. The floating objects surrounding the brothers, covered in a blue and purple aura.

"Ritsu... do you have powers?"

The silence returned.

"I wasn't until recently," Ritsu said after a while, lowering the objects.

"Ritsu... I'm so happy for you."

"... What?"

"You always wanted powers, and now you have them. I'm so happy for you." His brother sounded sincere, which was the worst part. Ritsu didn't want him to be happy for him. It ruined the version of his self-obsessed brother that he'd crafted in his mind.

"S-stop it."

Mob stepped closer to his brother with his arms outstretched for a hug.

"No. Stop. I don't want your pity."

"Why would I pity you?" Mob stopped and lowered his arms.

"Because I'm weaker than you. My powers aren't as strong as yours."

"That's okay! It takes practice. I can help you!" An excitement shimmered in his eyes.

"I don't need your help!" The objects rose again. "I don't need your help and I don't need YOU."

"What?"

"I don't need you! I don't need you to make me feel better! I don't need you to pity me for not being as good as you! I don't need you anymore."

The excitement left his eyes. "What are you talking about, Ritsu?" 

"STOP!!" The objects flew in all directions, slamming into the walls. The pot of the plant shattered on impact. The TV remote lodged itself in the wall. Mob flinched.

"You KNOW what I'm talking about! I'm saying I don't care anymore. I don't care about you. I don't care about us as siblings. I. Don't. Care!" The house shuddered and more lights threatened to go out.

"You don't care?" Mob's expression was a mix of confusion and hurt as he looked into Ritsu's eyes. Ritsu didn't like being looked at that way. He shifted his eyes to the broken pot on the floor.

"No. I don't. How many times do I have to say it? When will you listen and leave me alone?" Ritsu balled his fists.

"You don't... care about me?" Mob still stared intently at his brother. Ritsu could still feel his eyes on him. "I think you're the one lying now."

Ritsu refused to meet the black eyes of his brother.

"I think you do care. I think you're just frustrated. And I think it's my fault. I just don't know why."

"... would you believe me if I told you I was scared?"

"Scared of what?"

"You."

"... Me?"

"I was always there for you so you wouldn’t have to bottle up your emotions. You never knew I was jealous of you because I didn't want you to get emotional about it. I know what happens when you do that. I was scared of what would happen if you went berserk again.

"But now, I don't need to be scared. I have powers now to protect myself. And I was frustrated for so long that I didn't have them. That I had to be the bigger person and not tick you off. But I can't hide that frustration anymore. I've tried so hard, but now I don't have to. Now I don't have to worry about how you'll react if I do something wrong."

Mob just stared. Ritsu turned to meet his gaze and hated this new expression even more. Guilt.

"Ritsu-"

"Fight me."

"I- what?" Confusion overtook Mob's face.

"Fight me! I have powers now! I'm not scared anymore."

"I won't fight you, Ritsu. Let's stop arguing."

"No, actually. Let's not." Ritsu let out a blast of energy from his palm and Mob deflected it with a barrier. The blast ricocheted off the barrier and hit the ceiling, leaving a hole.

"Ritsu, we're destroying the house. Stop." Mob said in an attempt to stop his brother from launching the second attack that was growing in his palm.

"Unlike our relationship, the house can be fixed." Ritsu released the second blast, still ricocheting off of Mob's barrier.

"What do you mean ‘unlike our relationship’?" The attack hit the wall this time. "That can be fixed too. And please stop attacking me in the house. We're putting holes in the walls."

"Put your barrier down and fight me back! I can take it!" Both of Ritsu's palms were lit with blue energy now. 

"I don't think you can, Ritsu. Stop it. This is silly."

"Only because you're not taking me seriously!!" The blue energy built up and shot out towards Mob. These blasts were more powerful than the last and when they bounced off the barrier they shook the whole house.

"Boys! Stop fighting in the house!" Their mom called from the kitchen.

"Ritsu, we really need to stop. The house is going to collapse if we're not careful-"

"Stop protecting yourself! Fight me back!!" Ritsu was building up an even bigger blast in his hands.

"Ritsu, don't do it. That attack could-"

"Stop trying to stop me!!!" Ritsu shouted as he launched the blast. It once again was deflected, but this time it shot out in all directions. Big waves of blue energy hit every wall and corner of the ceiling with an ear splitting reverberation.

"Ritsu!!" Mob stepped forward right before it all came down to protect Ritsu in the barrier. What happened next was all too sudden and unseen beyond Ritsu's shielded eyes.

…

When Mob opened his eyes, he saw nothing beyond the blue and purple barrier shielding him and his brother. His arms had instinctively wrapped around his younger brother's body in an effort to protect him from harm.

He lowered the barrier and looked around. The TV and couch were gone. The walls that had once kept them safe had disappeared. All that remained of the floor was the chunk of hardwood that was under him and his brother's knees. He looked up, expecting to see the ceiling, but only saw the setting sun tinted a grayish-brown from the dirt and debris that had gone up in the air with the explosion. He looked around at the scattered remains of sheets and broken pieces of plaster from the sinks. The fence that had once gone all the way around their house was now scattered all over the street and had blown into the neighboring yards. 

What happened? 

Ritsu. 

Ritsu had tried to attack him, and it failed.

Mob looked down at his brother, still held tightly in his arms, eyes screwed shut. 

"Ritsu...?" He said, barely above a whisper. "Ritsu, are you hurt?"

Ritsu slowly opened his eyes and looked at his brother. He shook himself from Mob's grip and he let him. "I'm-What happened...?" Mob watched him take it all in.

"The house is gone," Mob said quietly.

"Where... Shige, where's mom and dad?" Ritsu turned to his brother, panic seeping into his voice.

It hit Mob like a punch in the gut as he realized he hadn't seen his parents anywhere when he'd looked around.

"We need to look for them!" Ritsu said, voice wavering, pupils shrunken.

"I'll look to the left. You take the right." Mob got to his feet unsteadily. "We'll yell for each other if we find anything, okay?"

"O-Okay." Ritsu trembled as he stood up.

They parted ways.

Mob's heart slammed against his chest as he approached the first pile of rubble. It was much too heavy for him to lift physically, so with an outstretched hand, he lifted the debris with a stream of blue aura. He carefully moved one piece after another and found nothing.

He moved onto the next pile, heart beating even faster. Nothing.

The next pile. Nothing.

The pile next to that one. Nothing.

Mob could hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart. Where were they?

"Shige!!" Ritsu's piercing voice broke through the silence. Mob turned and dropped the debris he was sorting through.

"Ritsu!" Mob ran, tripping over planks as he followed the direction he'd heard the voice come from. "Ritsu?! Are you okay?! Did you find-" And then he saw it. He saw them . 

Ritsu was on his knees in front of a slowly spreading pool of blood. He traced his eyes to find the source of the blood even though he had the horrible feeling that he already knew what it was. His eyes found the bodies of his mother and father crushed under rubble, eyes glazed over, their bodies limp and wrong looking.

Mob hated this. He hated this sight. He hated his brain telling him he needed to check if they were somehow still alive. He raised his hand to move the rubble anyways. The rubble was heavy, lots of wood and remains of kitchen appliances had fallen on top of them.

What was underneath was too much for him. He saw what had killed them. Sharp pieces of debris had pierced his parents all the way through. His mom’s purple shirt was now soaked with an ever growing amount of blood, the same that pooled at his feet. His father’s face which had been so full of life was now deathly pale aside from the crimson dripping from his mouth.

Mob's vision swam. He felt too many things and nothing at all. He dropped the debris as his knees buckled and he hit the ground next to Ritsu. Tears streaked his little brother's face.

Shige..." Ritsu whispered, his voice shattered like the glass that dug into Mob's knees.

"It- it's okay, Ritsu." Mob wrapped his arms around his brother's trembling body, "It's okay. We're safe. I'm here. Don't cry Ritsu, it's okay. Close your eyes. I'm here."

Ritsu returned the hug, burying his face in the soft fabric of Mob's pink hoodie. He let out a broken sob of grief and horror into Mob's shoulder. He felt the tears soak all the way through his hoodie. He looked down at the blood pooling at his knees and, upon the horrible, nauseated twist of his gut, took his own advice and closed his eyes. He held onto his little brother tighter and closer than before.

"I'm here, Ritsu. It's okay."

…

Reigen was driving back to the office after dealing with a client. The client had made an urgent call about some spirit shutting off all her lights. Turns out she'd just forgotten to pay the electricity bill. Reigen knew this, of course, but decided to fake an exorcism anyway to get paid. He said it was the ghost of a past landlord of the house that had come back and turned off all her lights as a warning to tell her to pay her bills.

Reigen found the whole job hilarious and was looking forward to telling Mob about it when he came into work the next day. He was glad it wasn't an actual spirit since he didn't have Mob with him at the time. 

Reigen passed several identical houses. The only thing differentiating them were the different roof colors. Red followed by a gray-blue, brown followed by red again. He paid little mind to them as he was contemplating what cheap and crappy fast food he was going to have for dinner.

As he continued down the road, Reigen started to notice bits of fence scattered along some front yards and chalked it up to a blown over fence. There was an awfully strong gust of wind as he'd left the client's house. The fence planks started getting more and more abundant as he drove on. The sky that was a blaze of oranges and yellows from the setting sun started to get more clouded over with debris and dirt particles.

"What in the world?" Reigen muttered as he drove onward. Then he passed something that made him do a double take.

He put his car in reverse and stopped in front of what should have been a house. There were scattered piles of debris and hardwood.

But that wasn't what had made Reigen double back. What surprised him was the two little boys huddled against each other. What surprised him even more - what alarmed him even more - was the fact that he recognized them.

He killed the engine and undid his seat belt. He opened the driver's side door and stepped out onto the disarrayed grass. He approached the boys, careful not to step on the shattered glass and broken plaster that coated the ground.

"... Mob?"

One of the boys turned to him with dark and fearful eyes. Reigen had been right. These two kids were his student and his little brother.

Reigen got a better look at the scene that had caught his attention. The two boys sat in front of... No, IN a puddle of blood that seeped from the limp and lifeless bodies of two adults who had been impaled with some sort of debris. They both had dark hair and glazed over eyes. They resembled the scared boys in front of them in an unmistakable way.

"Are those your-" Reigen's voice was filled with a deep gut wrenching horror.

"Master Reigen!" His student’s eyes filled with relief. His voice was hoarse and soft.

"Mob, what happened? Your parents! Are they-"

"Don't. Please don't say it." Mob hugged his crying brother closer to his chest.

"Ooookay then." Reigen racked his brain, trying to think of something to say to the young boy in front of him. Something comforting, maybe? "Okay. Okay, okay um, how about we stop sitting in the blood and glass, ‘kay?"

Mob looked down at his knees, his eyes filling with horror.

"And let's not look at it either," Reigen said to Mob and himself.

Mob slowly rose on trembling legs, pulling Ritsu up with him. Blood had soaked through his blue jeans and his brother's black uniform pants. Ritsu looked up and his wet eyes met Reigen's. For once, they didn't hold any annoyance or hostility towards him.

"Okay. Are- are either of you hurt?" Reigen asked. "Holy crap, what happened?"

"Master-"

"Was there a house fire? No, did someone... what happened?"

"Master-"

"Oh. Oh! I- we should call someone. I'm gonna call for help, okay? The police. They'll... yeah they'll help."

"Master-"

"Stay here, okay Mob? I'm just making a quick call."

"... Okay."

Okay, Reigen, he thought, Just gonna call the police to deal with my student and his brother's dead parents and suddenly decimated house! No big deal.

He dialed the number into his phone and gave them the rundown of what he knew. Once the call ended, he turned back to Mob and Ritsu who now stood side by side, taking in their surroundings.

"Okay! The police should be here in a few minutes. Hopefully they'll get this all sorted out. Now, would you mind giving me an explanation as to what happened?"

Mob looked at him, then looked away. Reigen had clearly touched on a sore subject. Of course he had! Mob’s parents were DEAD for god's sake.

"Mob, I know you don't want to, but you gotta either tell me or the police officers. And I know from experience that police aren't always the best listeners, unlike me," Reigen said with a twirl of his hand.

Mob looked back at Reigen. A few silent moments passed before he started talking. "Me and Ritsu were... arguing. Ritsu started attacking and-"

"Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean by attacking?"

"With his powers."

"Wait, Ritsu has POWERS? Since when?!"

"I... I don't know. I just found out today."

"Okay, Okay, doesn't matter, continue, Mob."

"He started attacking me so I put up a barrier. It deflected the attacks, but that made them hit the house, and... I went to protect Ritsu when I noticed it was going to collapse. Mom and dad were in the kitchen so I couldn't-" Mob choked on his words.

"... Yeah, I think I know what happened after that…" Reigen looked back to the ever flowing pool of blood and then quickly looked back to Mob. Reigen opened his mouth to say something, then heard the approaching wail of sirens. "Don't worry Mob, I'll explain this to the police for you. You and Ritsu hang tight, okay?"

"Okay." Mob looked at his brother. Ritsu met his eyes briefly before looking away.

The police parked across the street. Two figures stepped out. They had an exchange that Reigen couldn't hear from that far away and then they approached what remained of the Kageyama's house.

One figure went over to the blood and the other confronted Reigen. The officer introduced himself and started asking the basic questions: Who was he, what happened, if he had anything to do with the situation. But it wasn't until the officer asked one specific question that Reigen faltered.

"... And what is your connection with the family in question?"

Reigen pondered for a moment. He could just tell the truth, but then they might suspect that he had something to do with the accident. So he did what he did best. He lied. "Oh, uh, I'm the kids' uncle. On the mom's side."

"No he’s-" Ritsu started from behind him before Reigen shushed him.

"Are you a trusted relative?" The officer asked.

"Pfff, oh yeah. Totally trusted. I live in the area and visit every so often. The kids love me." He turned ever so slightly to Mob. "Mob, help me out." He hissed.

"Oh. Master- I mean, Uncle Rei- I mean, Arataka is great and is very nice to us," Mob said, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.

Reigen winced. "Yep! The kids love their Uncle Arataka."

"I don't," Ritsu muttered. Mob nudged him ever so slightly.

"Alright, so let me get this straight; you were driving over to see your sister's family,"

"Yep."

"You saw the house destroyed and the kids in front of their dead parents,"

"You got it."

"And your nephew told you it suddenly... exploded?"

"You know, now that you say it, that does sound pretty crazy. But that's what happened! The kid told me himself," He pointed with his thumb to Mob who was standing behind him with Ritsu. Reigen had left the psychic power aspect of the accident out to hopefully spare Ritsu and Mob the trouble of being interrogated.

"Alright then, the investigators will be here soon, but you're free to go. Stay in town and contact us, or we can contact you if there's any new information. Since you're a trusted relative, we will leave the kids with you for the time being."

"Great! I'll take them back to my apartment, then."

Ritsu glared daggers into the back of Reigen's head.

"You okay with that, kids?" Reigen stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to the brothers.

Mob nodded and Ritsu shook his head. Mob nudged Ritsu in the arm and Ritsu begrudgingly nodded.

"Great! We'll get you some clean clothes on the way there, since yours are a bit, well... yeah."

The boys inspected their clothes.

"Thank you for your time, officer." Reigen bowed to the officer in front of him and motioned for Mob and Ritsu to come to his car with him. Mob was the first to follow while Ritsu walked farther behind.

Reigen opened the driver's side door and slid in. He unlocked the other doors so that Mob and Ritsu could get in as well. Mob took the passengers side and Ritsu took the back. The sound of seat belts clicking filled the car as Reigen started up the engine. And with the two brothers now in the car with him, Reigen continued his previously interrupted drive back to his office.

(Chapter 2 On Ao3)

#Broken And Healed mp100 #Mob psycho 100 #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #kageyama parents #reigen arakata #fanfiction #my fanfiction

[snow-system-wol]

A set of (six) small tales covering from after S'ria and Thancred's argument until the end of the Rak'tika Greatwood arc.

Ao3

S'ria had known to expect this sort of thing, with Urianger muttering to himself and Y'shtola giving him that wary look. He hadn't quite expected it to be so soon, though, or quite so easy to overhear.

“I tire of these games, Urianger. Why do you pretend you cannot see it?!”

Oh, to have heard whatever preceded that. For someone who very clearly seemed to be aware of the Warrior of Light situation, S'ria would've liked to have known how dubiously Urianger had responded to Y'shtola’s questioning.

S'ria stifled a laugh. He shouldn't be standing here listening, not really – but Y'shtola should not be talking about him, behind his back, at such a raised volume either.

It was nothing S'ria couldn't guess. Y'shtola had not mistaken his aether for that of a Lightwarden purely by accident – and yet, was there really such a problem? He'd felt sick for a moment or two both times, but then he was fine. She spoke as if there was something horrible happening to him, and he couldn't decide whether he was more angry that she was privately debating his fate or whether he was more… scared. 

S'ria didn't know which of the two frightened him more. Y'shtola, who spoke as though it was already likely too late for him. Or Urianger, who refused to tell even her what his assessment was.

The rational part of his brain, in that unclear way where he could not even tell if it was his own thought or distantly Menphina's, reminded him to calm down. That he should listen to the actual way Y'shtola spoke about him – she cared, she didn't accept this as an inevitable loss.

S'ria felt that it was a sweet sentiment – sweeter still if said to his face, though.

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S'ria did not intend to trust Emet-Selch, and that would likely remain the case for the foreseeable future. If anything, he'd be more inclined to give him a chance if he would stop transparently complaining about their lack of goodwill towards him. It felt like… well, S'ria wasn't even sure what to make of it, aside from an attempt to be a nuisance. He'd think that the performative complaints of how – oh, he'd done this kind thing for the Scions and they still would not accept him – were something for Emet-Selch to internalize as a reason to sabotage collaboration. He'd think that, if it were not obvious that Emet-Selch didn't much believe what he was saying either, nor was he really pretending to.

S'ria was still grateful for his promise to return Y'shtola, even if he could not fathom why Emet-Selch would offer. There was no reason to refuse, with Y'shtola already lost to them without his aid. Any little tricks would hardly leave them worse off.

Despite his…recently re-worsened feelings towards Y'shtola, he missed her. If anything, today had been a reminder of how deeply she cared for people. The look in her eyes and completely lack of hesitation while diving after the antidote... S'ria felt that his misgivings may have been unfair, even if being spoken about in secret was unpleasant.

It was with no complaints that S'ria roamed the Greatwoods looking for just the right spot for Emet-Selch’s needs. He wondered if other people could feel the ebb and flow of aether, where it is stronger and weaker – those that were used to using it and casting spells. S'ria could… not feel any difference between the spots where the lantern was dim or bright.

The Ascian likely would have been able to feel the slightest of changes. S'ria wondered how he even saw the world – right before he started his work, he'd muttered to himself to ask what color her soul had been, and S'ria could not help but be immensely curious for a moment. What color was it? Or what were any of theirs, for that matter? Was it even a normal color that could be seen by his very mortal eyes?

S'ria sighed in relief as his attempts at collecting Y'shtola seemed to find purchase. As the aether coalesced into the rough shape of a human form, a body beginning to knit itself back together, S'ria averted his eyes some few fulms to the side. He'd seen this once before, and that already felt like enough of a discourtesy to her.

S'ria had been slightly concerned that Emet-Selch would say something, anything, about Y'shtola’s inevitable state of undress. S'ria could not help but be grateful that he simply snapped his fingers and summoned her clothes onto her body with nary a stray comment on the matter.

Perhaps he didn't feel the need to try to antagonize them at every turn. S'ria would not spurn small mercies.

When the others escorted Y'shtola back to Fanow for her to rest a few hours and be checked over, S'ria hovered behind for a few moments. He thanked Emet-Selch again, for saving her (and for showing basic decency, though he did not add that part out loud.) With just the two of them, Emet-Selch quiet for the moment and S'ria speaking without hostility, it felt like a normal conversation for a brief second. He fixed S'ria with a look that was… indiscernible, but somehow pained.

And then the moment passed, with Emet-Selch rather brusquely informing him that he didn't actually need the gratitude and would rather S'ria stop with the heroic platitudes.

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S'ria had agreed to be hands-off with regards to Thancred's decisions, to best keep the peace (even if the delivery of said agreement had really bordered on mocking.) That agreement proved difficult within the next sun.

It was difficult to hold his tongue. Surely the conversation happening a few fulms to his left was rather related to the last few days, and he felt guilty for any role he played in that.

Minfilia had fought alongside them before, with the Fuath. They made a good group – she seemed extremely comfortable with Thancred's fighting style, fairly comfortable with interacting with Urianger on the battlefield, and settled in easily alongside himself as a fellow Rogue. There wasn't even an issue with her getting particularly hurt or endangered, no more so than the usual.

By all measures, it would have been fine for Minfilia to enter The Qitana Ravel with them.

But here Thancred was, insisting she return to Fanow to wait for their return – to her obvious dismay. She only protested briefly before falling silent, and S'ria could feel her eyes on his back – wondering if he was hearing, and if so, why he wouldn't be vouching for her. S'ria busied himself checking the cutting edge of his daggers for any severe knicks or damage, something that could at least pass as focused preparations before the upcoming fight.

S'ria hated to deny her what she'd likely hoped for from him, but when Thancred turned back towards him with nothing but tiredness and faint relief in his eyes, S'ria knew he'd made the right choice. He'd promised not to undermine, after all. Whatever fragile peace this was would likely not have survived immediately arguing with this decision.

S'ria could not truly disagree. With the Eulmorrans having already retreated from the vicinity of Fanow, he did not wholly mind the idea of her not needing to fight a Lightwarden for the first time.

(And, if it had some sort of visible negative effect on S'ria to slay another, she didn't need to watch that.)

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S'ria braced for it, as though that'd help. For a moment it was gentle, the light ebbing into him slowly. And then it was not, hitting him with the same inevitability of accidentally swallowing something scalding hot and knowing there was not a single thing left to do but endure the mistake.

It was not agonizing so much as it was just overwhelming.

The brief dizziness and nausea was not quite as bad as the temperature experience was. His body was clearly fighting it, spiking fever hot under duress. His preferred coat suddenly felt far too warm for the moment. And yet, even as the heat lingered, there was a chill that seeped into his bones. His fingertips were entirely numb and shoving them into his pockets did little to help. If he was too warm, how was he also so cold?

There were eyes on him, though, he had to remember. It was easy to remember. His skin crawled with it, the very knowledge that someone was looking at him made him want to snap.

Despite the feeling, the observation itself meant he could not do that. He suppressed the shivering of his body, too, to the best of his ability.

With the physical effects starting to abate, there was simply a strange aimless fear left in him – but being able to look up at the night sky made it settle just slightly.

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S'ria stood in “Master Matoya’s” room, the dim light of the room a balm on a fresh headache. He was still faintly shivering – but perhaps she would not be able to tell, really.

“Thank you for coming”. Y'shtola’s voice was solemn. “I thought to keep my suspicions to myself, but after witnessing your victory at Rak’tika Falls, I fear they prove true, and so I must share them with you.”

S'ria smiled crookedly. “I appreciate that you decided not to follow through with your first idea. It was unnerving for you to be hiding something so blatantly. Well, then?”

Y'shtola winced briefly before she settled into something neutral. “From the first when we met at Fort Gohn, your aether has appeared…tainted. Suffused with an overabundance of light not unlike the sin eaters.” She tilted her head in consideration. “When you defeated the Lightwarden, I fear the light which poured forth from it was not negated by Hydaelyn’s blessing. Rather, it was absorbed into your being.”

A confused frown settled onto S'ria's face. Was this meant to be new information? “I… had already known that much, with the way you nearly had me killed before you heard my voice. And the second part – is that an important difference? As long as I can handle it, it doesn't matter exactly what's happening to the light, right?”

Y'shtola’s grip on her staff tightened, the wood just slightly creaking. “I believe it does matter. Urianger also suspects as much, though he is unwilling to share his thoughts on the matter.”

It was a relief for Y'shtola to be so open with him, surprisingly quick and surprisingly frank about it all. Nothing she said sounded worth keeping a secret, really. If they'd actually asked whether the light felt destroyed or still a part of him, he'd have been able to easily answer that question. But he did not need to resent that, now that this was open.

Something pivoted a bit in S'ria's mind then, at fully processing her words. If Y'shtola’s conjectures were simply that something seemed wrong and he was likely in some vague danger, why would Urianger be so unwilling to so much as discuss the prospect? Y'shtola and Urianger often kept things to themself for a bit, but for her to deem it time for S'ria to be informed while Urianger refused to speak on it…

If Y'shtola was trying to turn S'ria against Urianger, to loop him in alongside her own doubts and suspicions, it was working. He'd always been cagey, but Y'shtola was dropped secrecy because she felt it was best for S'ria's safety. So what, then, was Urianger’s aim?

S'ria had felt aimlessly anxious, unable to settle down, skin crawling, but the thought of Urianger betraying his trust made him want to bite first and ask questions later.

No, he was fine. Urianger was the one keeping him alive the whole ordeal that evening, there was…nothing to…worry about. He swore, if Urianger meant him harm, he should be well aware of that by now.

It didn't help much, to try to convince himself, but it was at least enough to keep the veneer of normalcy in place.

S'ria realized Y'shtola was talking, having briefly dissociated out of the conversation.

“ –every Warden you defeat, the danger to you grows greater. Greater perhaps than we can imagine. If you begin to feel anything strange – anything at all – pray inform me at once.”

Anything? That ship had long since sailed.

S'ria would have difficulty describing why he did what he did next. It was the lingering fear, the sense that Y'shtola trusted him now but would not if he told her what'd been happening the whole time – that she'd hear him describe how it felt and she'd brand him on the verge of becoming a monster – the paranoia that no one could know it already was affecting him since the beginning.

With not a moment's thought or hesitation, S'ria opened his mouth and lied.

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After S'ria had returned from Eulmore, he'd found sleeping in his bed intolerable. It made memories bubble up too easily and made them feel more real when they did. He'd turned to his tried and true solution for sleeping easier after nightmares – moving to the floor.

It was far less comfortable than home though, with only a single pillow and blanket pulled from the bed – and lying half on rug and half on tile.

S'ria had sheepishly gone downstairs to ask for an extra pillow or two. It was still quite terrible, really, and he'd even more hesitantly asked for another the following night. He told himself very firmly that he would not ask for more after that, with his actions surely already being worthy of judgment (or, if nothing else, he was being a nuisance.)

Even if he was still waking up sore, it was at least slightly better than before – and most importantly, he was getting decent sleep at all.

Now, as S'ria trudged up the stairs after returning from the Greatwoods while feeling exhausted in delightful new ways, he was somewhat dreading how the floor may treat his battle-weary body.

Perhaps if he'd considered a certain someone's insistence on asking after his needs and tending to his well-being after his ordeals, it would not have been such a surprise. As was, though, S'ria was absolutely not expecting there to be around a dozen spare pillows stacked on his bed, and an extra blanket added besides.

He smiled to himself as he arranged his little floor nest into somewhere he was excited to sleep. Many of the pillows did not match each other and none of them matched the basic ones provided by the Pendants – no, even if he didn't already have suspicions about who to thank, the distinctly Allagan patterning of some of them suggested exactly what sort of location they may have been sourced from.

#snow-system #ffxiv-oc #ffxiv-reactions #s'ria 🌸❄️ #writings #another 'interlude' write-up where we write a bunch of diff small scenes ha #see previous art post for Floor Nest visuals #FIXED THE ITALICS #sorry sometimes they break and the first letter deitalicizes when I copy from ao3 Idk Why #oops

[arielavader]

spoilery thoughts on GO2 below the cut...

hmmm... interesting how the Metatron solved 2 problems at once... splitting up Aziraphale and Crowley and keeping poor "dim" demon helping Muriel out of heaven ... basically telling her to "go native" and making her Aziraphale's "replacement" even though they hadn't sent another representative down to that quadrant of Earth like Hell had...(Hell is understaffed, why waste a perfectly good demon on earth except to keep an eye on Crowley? Though Shax is recent. Crowley hasn't been living out of his car for four years.)

Aziraphale said the bookshop was an "independent" embassy. Which I think might be why Aziraphale had to invite the angels in when Gabriel and Sandalphon could just walk right in during S1. Though the Metatron walks right in... odd. (Perhaps because Aziraphale technically invited him when he opened the portal to fight the demons?)

And so technically Aziraphale's halo thing was a war declaration only between himself (technically, but Crowley also gets plenty of use out of the bookshop) and Hell ...

(Yes, I know I've overused the word technically.)

But then we get:

"What about my bookshop?"

"I've entrusted it to Muriel."

The bookshop wasn't the Metatron's to entrust to anyone, it was Aziraphale's at that point, not Heaven's. Aziraphale hadn't technically given an answer to the Metatron.... Aziraphale never actually gives an answer at all. He lets the Metatron assume his answer. (And in Aziraphale's version of the conversation, he didn't want to go back to heaven unless Crowley was there as well but Crowley says Absolutely not.)

Before he gets on the lift, Aziraphale asks about the Great Plan, but here's the thing... Aziraphale has known one thing since Eden and Crowley helped him solidify this throughout their years together: God's plans are ineffable and the Great Plan may not be God's Ineffable plan....

Oh, and angels are like bees... it's getting in that's the issue. No one pays attention once you're inside....

#good omens 2 spoilers #i have lots of thoughts #too many if im being honest

[tirkdi]

no i will get you started on that kiss. speak your mind.

haha oh no, anon! (re my comment at the end of this ask)

look. I try not to be too down on things on main because I think we are all just here to have a good time, so for anyone who loves the darklina kiss scenes in the show, this ask is not for you! I'm not trying to make people enjoy them less, but since you asked I will share the ways in which I wish they were done differently

so first – the kisses/sexual consent in the books are terrible, and I think we all know that. In my modern au/occasional-retelling of the series, I initially tried writing their first kiss the way it was in the books and it felt soooooo gross. we all expected they'd do better in the show with consent, and they did! but to me a lot of it was still not done as well as it could have been

alina takes the initiative in kissing aleks in the show, which, given the power dynamics between them, is great. love that, it gets rid of some of the problems. (their power dynamics are also very different in the show vs books to begin with, which gets rid of some other problems.) but she kisses him and then he says: 'not that many people surprise me, miss starkov.'

(we are going to leave aside that I hate when men in romances call the women 'miss,' because I realize that is a personal problem, but I really, really do hate it. rip me reading or watching literally anything these days)

but the fact is: she kissed him, for the first time, and he was surprised about it. and that doesn't feel good to me! he's smiling when he says it, and it's pretty clear from his reaction that he was into it, but what if he hadn't been? women don't get to go around surprising people with kisses just because they're women (and, in this particular scenario, not running the army the other person is in)

rather than the show writers being like 'oh it was problematic when he surprised her with a kiss – let's have her surprise him instead!' I would have loved to see some ... I don't know ... actual conversation about it? they're adults! they can ask a question about whether or not the other person is into kissing in a way that is still sexy! they have both done much, much harder things

and I believe I am in the extreme minority here (I certainly am amongst my friends) but I also disliked the 'are you sure' that aleks says mid-make out on the war room table. 'are you sure' – of what???? I definitely expected him, after he collared her and she's like 'what are you doing??', to retort 'well you said you were sure.' I recently read a fic where he said something along the lines of 'you said you were sure – I thought you understood that that meant you were willing to risk getting pregnant' which like ... the fact that it is so vague is what makes it not a good question! (also what a random time to ask, she literally just kissed you?)

and, now I am on a full tangent, but it was interesting how, though they clearly cared more about sexual consent in the show than in the books, the scene where he collars her and then uses her power felt much more physically violating in the show than it ever did when I read it. I wondered if that was the tradeoff they made – they wanted to show some of that violation and lack of consent but they didn't want it to be around kissing

so. anyway. I am thrilled for much of the fandom (and many of my friends!) that those scenes did it for them. while certainly miles better than the books, I still think it could have – pretty easily – been done a lot better. especially since it seemed like they were trying to make it not problematic, I'm surprised it was done the way it was

#an ask #anonymous #you wanted it you got it haha #grishaverse #aleksander morozova #alina starkov