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[millaaster]

How They Treat You During Periods - Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (Separate)

Summary: How some of the JJK men react to and treat you during periods!

Words: 1051

CW: SFW; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Crack; Periods; Blood mentions.

AN: this a complex topic because everybody who menstruates has a different organism and a different dynamic, so this is very based on my own experiences, but i tried thinking about situations that could include more people ok :')

Please, do not repost or translate.

GOJO SATORU - More chill than you thought he would be. The first time you talked about it was when you had cramps during a date and tried to talk him out of doing anything.

He just came right out "Hey, there's nothing to be shy about! I'm just definitely not letting my woman suffer in front of me just to save face!" 

He sits you down, holds you close and asks if you're ok. "If you don't have medicine on you, we can stop by a store to get it while heading to your place". Escorts you home, makes you tea and tucks you in to nap. 

After you've been together long enough he's started getting real good at tracking your cycles and adjusting whatever plans you have. "Hm... honey, I've been thinking of taking some days off and heading to the beach, but next week would be no good for you right? Should we wait a little?" 

He stuffs you in candy and treats if you're feeling down (sure he'll snatch some of those...). 

One day you get a message from him:

"Babe SOS   Do we have any first aid home?  My nose is kinda bleeding...hehe"

"Toru!! You ok??  There should be some cotton balls in the bathroom" 

When you get home you find him with a whole ass tampon stuck up his nostril...."Satoru!!! What the hell are you doing?!?"

"Oh hey, honey! Sorry, couldn't find the cotton balls but figured this was even better and it DOES work wonders!", he tells you with a proud grin on his face... 

GETO SUGURU - Suguru may seem a little indifferent, but it's just that he doesn't want to step over your independence. He's trying not to overdo things and will only act after you actively ask for something.

That being said, if that's what you want, he's an expert in doing your chores and cleaning the house for you. 

He was once doing the laundry and you caught him staring at your sheets.

"Something wron-" you gasp, realizing there's a big blotch of blood in it.

"Babe! You don't have to wash this one!" you cry, feeling your face burn red.

"What are you talking about? I was just trying to remember how to take off blood stains", lifting it out of your reach as you try to grab it. "Was it vinegar or lemon..." he mumbles, walking over to your kitchen cabinets. 

He secretly enjoys that you get mellower and needy with him. You won't have to ask twice if you demand an extra tight hug. 

Loves aromatherapy and gave you a whole kit with a diffuser and oils that ease pain and help with relaxation. If you don't use it he'll pout and nag non stop until you turn it on. "Suuuguu...you're giving me more headaches than my uterus right now dear..." "If you had it on from the start there would be no ache whatsoever, dummy!" 

He's now GREAT with massages. You've always complained about how your back and thighs ache when you're menstruated, so he took some lessons to help you out with that. 

NANAMI KENTO - With Nanami it's princess treatment all the way! This man thinks it's freaking amazing how you'll have to deal with this for so long in your life, through work and everything, and that you're badass for that. I mean, you're literally bleeding!!! That's concerning enough to happen to someone he loves. 

So he'll put all the effort he can to minimize any discomfort you have on those days. As soon as it became a regular thing for you to stay over at his place, he purchased all sorts of tea, heat pads and asked you to tell him what pads or tampons he should buy to stock some. 

He loves to have dates at home, so it's a win-win situation when you stay in; he cooks you something warm and lays around with you all day. "Is this position all right love?" While rubbing gently your stomach. 

He also loves to give you useful gifts, so once he even went as far as to surprise you with a new care kit from a high end brand in a box full of products to pamper you. 

The best to have around if you're out too. Never gets bothered if you have to go to the restroom too often and makes sure the place you're attending has good access to those. 

ITADORI YUJI - Freaks out a little when you tell him you don't feel like going on a date because you're on your period. He forgot such things were a very real thing if he was dating you. Has the mindset that, as his S/O, your period is his period too!! 

You're totally lost for words when he first tells you that.....he just means he feels responsible for your well being throughout this time. 

Definitely asks Nobara for help on how to help you feel better. 

He's a really active guy and always wants you to tag along and spend time with him, so he researched a lot about exercises that'll be better to practice during that time. 

At some point in your relationship will text you:

"yo babe, I'm at the pads aisle what's your pussy size??" 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI - Also chill about it. An absolute angel when it comes to being patient to you, who turns into a SAINT if you're on your period. 

He just knows that there are better times to deal with any stressful matters than now, so it's only love with this guy for a few days. 

He prefers to talk to you in person instead of texting, but if you mention being on your period, you'll get the sweetest messages all day long popping up on your phone to check out how you're doing.

"Love, did you eat well?" "Hey, do you need anything?" "Sunshine, hope you're having a good day"  “Never forget you’re amazing”

Secretly, has also consulted Nobara and his sister to get some tips on what he could do.

Gets his dogs to cuddle with you in bed, to keep your belly warm, if he's busy around the house. 

He has a playlist with hours and hours of comfort movies you watch together when you don't want to leave the sofa/bed. He even watches your favorite shoujo with you if you ask!

A/N: also, yes, I do think Gojo and Geto being good parents (to Tsukimi, Mimiko and Nanako) have helped them learn about periods.

Interactions are always appreciated ☆* have a lovely day!

#milla a writes #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #itadori yuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #yuji x reader #megumi x reader

[milla984]

With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different. 

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”  

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?” 

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing. 

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed. 

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?” 

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly. 

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs. 

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again. 

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear. 

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit. 

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled. 

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance. 

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”    

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff. 

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open. 

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”   

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood. 

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile. 

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

@hornyhornyhimbos

NB: I don't really have an Aaron Hotchner fic taglist 'cause I usually write about Spencer Reid but if you wish to be tagged in future Hotch-centric works (SFW or not, who knows?) you can either send me an ask or leave a comment below.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner smut #post season 12 aaron hotchner #criminalminds #criminalminds fanfic #criminalminds fic #criminalminds smut #smut #mdni #minors do not interact #not beta read #my gifs #hotch is a dilf #also i hate the title but who cares we're here for the smut #milla writes n*s*f*w* #or rather... milla doesn't know why she's writing hotch stuff #i have a strong suspect someone is brainwashing me with all that talk about him #not naming names you know who you are

[cy-fi-theansweris42]

So I know I keep talking about the Old People Of All Time from Psychonauts 2 (the Psychic 7) but right now I'm replaying the first game and going through all the memory vaults again and like

I'm sorry but now can I be normal after this slide in Milla's memory vault? Look at their little smiles!!!

And in Psychonauts 2 they tell us about how Sasha and Milla have a telepathic link and how they're always talking!

We don't know how long they've been partners or exactly how they met (there's always the lipo document but that's honestly pretty outdated information) but we know that they're close and they have offices right next to each other and the other Psychonauts gossip about them and just like

[shakes the universe] I need to know more about them 😭

#Psychonauts #Milla Vodello #Sasha Nein #Sashamilla #They are so freaking cute #If I could come up with ideas for a multichapter fic where they meet and grow close to each other YOU KNOW I WOULD WRITE IT

[curi0uscreature]

* The tiniest of swapnauts dumps

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts au #swapnauts #some of these are. from a plethora of weeks back #but I’m still thinking this AU! I’m actually writing Compton’s story #milla vodello #sasha nein #lili zanotto #ford cruller #otto mentallis #loud tw #volume warning #<- fer the video. not taking any chances #curi0us artworks

[leonisloresmith]

This is the post where I admit I have a psychonauts 2 future au in which everything is normal except mythological creatures, aliens, etc are real and many hide as humans. This au is about how some of these characters would deal with the reveal and the secrets their friends and family have been keeping from them.

I’ve largely built the world as a separate original story but it’s a perfect playground to throw these characters in. I couldn’t help myself.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #milla vodello #sasha nein #not a clue what to call the au for now #I’ll figure it out later #psychonauts au #sasha is a star #a baby one but yes a star #I apologize for any ooc or bad writing decisions #I’m making this up as I go mostly and I’m just picking out characters I like #something huge I’ll be tackling is magic vs psychic powers #if you reached this far in the notes you’re allowed to sends asks about this #I know it’s post one about the au but I’m happy to start explaining this

[sheltershock]

I was thinking today about how Sasha and Milla both got burned for using telepathy/mind reading on another person without their consent and I liked that it played out that way. I think realistically if you had the ability to read minds you’d also be traumatized by the thoughts/fantasies of others. Plus it adds more subtext in PN2 when Sasha scolds Raz for trying to bend someone else’s will to his own. Because that’s what he did when he was younger. Major props. Psychonauts is so good at subtext that’s why I love the writing, and it’s ability to be whimsical and silly but also realistic and gritty at times.

But then I thought about their constant psychic link. It’s cute, nice little relationship thing between them. However, when taking the mind reading trauma into account… that psychic link probably wasn’t easy. At least in the beginning.

I mean the last time they did any level of telepathy/mind reading it went so awfully that both of their lives changed trajectory in an instant. So the idea of doing that again in general must be terrifying. I’m sure they both decided to form that link, but even having known each other there could be that aching fear in the background that the other person might accidentally hurt them.

Maybe the link was a form of therapy for the both of them. And they might have not even shared/said anything over it for a while. It could have been strictly professional at first, reminders for meetings, information relay, communication in the field, etc. They’re both still a little tense though that they’ll accidentally share something unrelated.

Milla was probably the first of them to share something over the link that was non-work related. Something mundane, like appreciation of the view from her office, or a compliment of the music she can hear through the wall, or what’s being served in the cafeteria that day. Something simple. And he’d answer back and they’d continue with their day. The first thing Sasha would have sent over was probably observations, non emotional observations. Construction being done, new colors being painted, or saying it’s colder outside and to bring a jacket if she’s going to the Quarry that day. They get a little more confident after a while. They share things they know the other would like. They start having longer conversations. There’s more emotion. People can observe them smiling at seemingly nothing more frequently.

Once a little bit more comfortable they’re talking about what they did that weekend, Milla struggles to describe exactly what her experience was like the other night. She offers to share the memory directly. She can feel Sasha tense up on the other side. The conversation ends. The next day, he offers her to send it over. He’s spent the entire time preparing for it, telling himself over and over that it’s her, that she’s offering, that it’s probably fine. And it is. Milla’s delighted and they move on, though she checks to make sure he’s not hiding a bad reaction from her. They’re both fine.

But that’s one of the things she’s very aware of. Long stretches of time where Sasha won’t say or respond to anything at all. She can hear swears through the wall during this brief times, and he hardly ever leaves his lab either. She understands why, everyone has bad days. But sometimes he does reach to her, because she always offers an ear to everyone. But she always makes it a verbal conversation. She just can’t seem to push past the irrational thoughts that the source of his frustration might be her. That she’s not a good enough agent, a good enough friend, a good enough partner. And she knows that he’d never say any of those things… to her face. But if she would read his mind she’d know for sure.

And one day he asks again if he can talk to her, and hesitantly she agrees. Over the link. And she spends the entire time waiting, waiting for that dreaded Freudian slip. But it doesn’t happen. And he finishes his thought, and they both continue on, except Milla finds herself in tears in her office. And she finds herself reaching back over to talk some more.

Over time and each individual thought, memory and experience, they’re both confident and far less afraid as they used to be. Their fears aren’t completely gone of course, but it’s them, specifically. And they know where the other’s sore spot is, and are more than willing to provide a warning for anything triggering. They find themselves using their telepathy abilities with others from the newfound confidence. Projecting their own thoughts to another, but only one way though. Only in the other do they feel truly safe enough for a two-way mental link. And was preciously an isolating, vivid and painful experience is now one where they are never truly alone, and it’s peaceful and it’s comforting.

Just a thought.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #sasha nein #milla vodello #sashamilla #I think the implications of their mental link with their backstories is very interesting #it’s really fun how we see a major catalyst in their lives and how they are now and we’re just left to guess the stuff in between #and you can have thoughts like this because of that #I love the subtly in psychonauts’ writing so much #headcanons

[abnomi]

hi I LOOOVVVE psychonauts I drew the microbes we all know and love. my bffs

closeups should be under the cut if I did this right :-]

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #milla vodello #sasha nein #gristol malik #helmut fullbear #dr loboto #caligosto loboto #writing all of these names in my diary with hearts surrounding them with my fluffy pink pen kicking ny legs and giggling like a schoolgirl #this game is so nice its everythig to me

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 7: Flatline / Restrained / CPR Characters: Calilgosto Loboto, Sasha Nein, Razputin Aquato, Lili Zanotto, Morceau Oleander, Milla Vodello Warnings: None Summary: Loboto, who had stowed away on the jet after blowing up Charlie Psycho Delta, inadvertently gives away his position, only to realize he isn’t as far away from his problems as he’d hoped.

His first mistake was taking this blasted job to begin with.

His second mistake was not planning a better escape.

His third mistake was letting himself fall asleep, but who was counting?

The next thing he knew, the compartment door sprang open, and Loboto tumbled out onto the airplane aisle.

There was a very, very long pause, followed by a cacophony of voices.

"Loboto?!"

"Cal?!"

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"Lili, darling, please—!"

"Everyone, quiet."

That finally shut everyone up. The tall green man was approaching him, and Loboto pushed himself up on his arms, cocking his head. "Ah!" He gave what he hoped was a pacifying grin. "You must be the leader of this operation! I would just like to say that this was all just a big misunder—"

A blue transparent hand was suddenly around his middle.

"—standing," he wheezed.

"That is doubtful," the man said. A chair inched toward Loboto, and in a quick motion, the hand lifted him onto it and readjusted its grip, pinning him to the back of the chair.

Loboto grunted. "How much does it cost for a first class upgrade? Can't even sit in these chairs..." He shifted in his seat as much as he was able, which was very little.

The green man stared down at him. "It is good that you're here, however. Your help will be instrumental in sorting everything out."

"Help?" Loboto echoed. "Well, I can certainly take a look at your teeth, but after that, we'll have to schedule an appointment! Not to mention the paperwork..."

"No, Loboto," the child next to him said gently. "He's talking about what happened with Truman."

"Who?"

Everyone around him turned to look at something off to the side. His loupes twitched over to follow their gaze, and he gave a start.

There was the curly-bearded man whom he'd... operated on. Except it wasn't him.

For a split second, one of the man's eyes opened a slit, and stared at him directly.

Loboto went rigid, straightening his back and facing forward. Visions of watery serpents and rain and oceans and the scariest woman he'd ever seen flooded his mind, and he began to tremble. "Never met him in my life!" he said, his voice taking on a higher octave. His loupes twitched every which way while simultaneously avoiding anyone else's gaze.

"Yeah, we definitely didn't see you holding him captive," the army man—who was in a mermaid tail that he was in the midst of coloring green for some reason—stated, narrowing his eyes.

"Of course you didn't!" Loboto said. "I had nothing to do with this! I was an innocent bystander!"

"Innocent?!" The scary little girl who bore a striking resemblance to the one he'd captured a few days ago suddenly hopped off her chair, storming up to him. Loboto leaned back as much as he was able, and felt himself sweating—not because he was scared of course, but because the temperature around him was oddly rising. "You'd better talk, you big weirdo, or I'm gonna—"

"Lili!" the boy cried, and she stopped, holding herself back, but keeping her fiery gaze on him. Mercifully the temperature dropped down a few degrees, though he was still sweating.

"Well!" Loboto said, jerking against the psychic grip on his middle. "I hate to leave so soon, but, see, Crispin's got an appointment that he's had booked for months in advance, and he hates it when I'm late—"

"You're in an airplane, Cal," the army man grunted.

Loboto stared at him. "So?" When everyone stared blankly at him, he went on, "Get me off of it."

"I... don't think that's a good idea," the little boy said. "Not unless you want to fall into the ocean, anyway."

"The... ocean?" Loboto echoed. He wished that scary girl were trying to set him on fire again, because suddenly he felt very cold as he saw himself plunging into the salty water, and icy fangs sinking into his ankle and dragging him deeper into the depths. The water was cold and numbing and he couldn't breathe, the serpent was wrapped around him, he couldn't—

"Dr. Loboto?"

With a start Loboto realized he was still on the plane, but the psychic hand was still keeping him pinned to the chair, and the person who had the power to make him die the most horrible death with the snap of his fingers was sitting just a few feet away, listening to every word he said. He swallowed, his throat dry. "G... get me out of here."

"We've still some time before we reach our destination," the tall green man said, from what sounded like several yards away. "We'll exit the jet at that point, but until then, I'd like to ask you some questions, Dr. Loboto."

Loboto struggled against the psychic grip around him. "Get me out of here," he repeated, slightly louder. He felt cold, and he could so easily see the blue psychic energy around him as blue serpents coiling around his body. "Get me out, let me go—"

"Caligosto, you're going to be all right," came a woman's voice. "We just want to ask you a few—"

"LET ME GO!" he shrieked, kicking out his feet and throwing himself against his restraints, which refused to budge. "GET ME OUT! I WANT OFF OF THIS PLANE!"

"S-Sasha, what are you...?"

"Just hold on."

Loboto ignored the rest of what they were saying, using all of his energy to fight against his restraints. "LET ME GO!"

His client was listening. If he slipped and told them anything he was going to die. He couldn't get out of here, he couldn't get out of here, he couldn’t—

Something was in front of his face, and he yanked himself backward. "AH!"

"Don't worry," he heard the green man say, as the device began to emit a soft purple light and warbling noises. "You're just going to take a rest."

Before he had time to panic further, Loboto found himself staring into the device, trying to discern its usage. But as he did so, he felt his muscles relaxing, his head drooping. "I can't..." he mumbled, but he was so tired, he couldn't even remember what he was trying to say. "I... have to..."

The world faded, and he dozed off.

#caligosto loboto #sasha nein #gristol malik #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts 2 spoilers #razputin aquato #milla vodello #lili zanotto #morceau oleander #my writing #fanfic #i'm tired of not having anything posted so have one of these fics I wrote months and months ago #i have like twenty of them

[doodle17]

Could you maybe tell us what future Raz and Lilis relationship is like now?

*vibrating with excitement*

Putting this under a read more because it might be really long hemngh

So I'd decided to study their characters and how they interact a little more (mostly from the second game, but a little bit of the first too) and think about how their relationship would develop as they got older.

I came to the conclusion that I want to portray them as two people who have some level of affection for the other, but don't have time to focus on being sappy "boyfriend and girlfriend" because of work. The "fun" part their relationship ended waaaay back when they were 18-ish and went from Junior Agents to Official Psychonauts. It ain't exactly easy to go on dates and save the world at the same time y'know, and both of them have a lot of personal stuff going on.

Raz is almost always busy. Constantly filling out paperwork, running around in Sasha's lab, doing agent stuff, Circus stuff, the WHOLE shebang. Lili, is still trying to get over her dad's retirement, as the while thing still feels very surreal to her. Not to mention Hollis and her dad trying to push her to become the next Grand Head, much to her dismay. It's not very easy to have a social life with that much going on to be 100% honest.

Theres also taking their very different personalities into account. Lili's "Fuck around and find out" and Raz's sticking to a solid plan type of methods tend to clash quite often, and many newcomers have a hard time telling whether or not they're dating or competing with eachother.

Lili is probably the most complicated woman Raz has ever worked with, and while he finds it endearing he also finds it incredibly exhausting. Sometimes, It feels like she'll do the exact opposite of what he tells her just to get a reaction out of him, out of spite. But it's not like she can help it. She absolutely hates being told what to do, and one of her least favorite things about Raz is when he decides to become "Mr. Boss man" and order everyone around during missions. Despite all of- that- however, they do end up having very successful missions!... Most of the time.

There's also the pressure to keep up professional appearances for their fellow agents and new interns. One thing the both of them can agree on, is that they'll avoid showing any PDA in front of their coworkers. They still cringe thinking about how a little too comfortable they were as kids, and how almost EVERYONE in the Motherlobe knew about it. Luckily, most of those people are retired, quit or fired, and gives the two a better chance to be a little more professional with their relationship in front of the newcomers, because if they have to hear, "You guys are like the next Sasha and Milla!" One more time...

This isn't to say that things are always rough and gloomy for them. They still have a very special connection, and after knowing eachother for half of their lives, it's not like they're going to get rid of the other anytime soon. So might as well make the most of it, eh? She'll never admit it out loud, but there's really no other person Lili would rather be tied up and dangling over a pool of pyrokenetic sharks with than Raz (which has actually happened before btw) There's no way you won't catch them holding hands or sneaking a quick kiss at least once.

Anyways, to sum all of this shishkabable up best I can: They're WAY too close to be considered "just coworkers", but they also have way too much going on to focus on a serious relationship at this time.

Good on you if you managed to read my nonsensical ramblings all the way through! Take a prize from the prize bin you deserve it 👏 👏👏

#I hope this makes sense- #It's like 1am rn and I kind if blacked out while writing this #I was on a roll for a hot minute #Feels kind of nice to have a creative ruch again since art hasn't been doing it for me recently #Anyways allow me to ramble some more in my tags now that I'm conscious again #I hope I managed to get my take on their relationship clear #I don't dislike razlili #I LOVE razlili #It's one of my comfort ships they're so stinkin cute #And as much as I love sappy future Raz and Lili #I want to try and focus on a more realistic and slightly dramatic take #AT LEAST IN MY EYES #I want to explore their business relationship as well as their romantic one #So why not do a mixture of both amiright #The only people who ever see the two of them “together” are the (previous) interns or the Aquatos #Also the old superstar agents like Sasha Milla etc. #But yeah #Idk im tired #doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #anon babble #Razlili #Psychonauts future

[neopuff]

title: compliments word count: ~3100 ships/characters: sasha/milla, otto summary: Sasha struggles with his feelings and gets advice from an unlikely source. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51792757

It was not a familiar situation that he found himself in.

Sasha Nein was an expert on keeping his feelings in check - he was meticulous and orderly and just the slightest bit paranoid when it came to staying clear and level-headed. He was, however, only human. And being only human, there were occasions where his emotions would run away from him, as much as he tried to stay on top of things.

As he laid on the ground underneath his partner, his face hot and an awkward smile on his face (because what else could he do when his heart was beating so fast?), Sasha was faced with one of those occasions.

Professional as always, the two of them focused on their mission and getting each other safely back to base, rather than spend any time examining the moment they’d shared. But hours later, when Sasha found himself alone in his lab, accompanied only by the soft hum of Milla’s presence in his mind, he was able to sit and focus on his feelings.

Their partnership wasn’t something new. They’d been working together for a few years already, and often their minds would come together without even trying. Their closeness couldn’t be understated - they knew more about one another than anyone else in the Psychonauts.

His growing feelings for her were also not new. Sasha had been…working on them for several months, trying to understand if he was misinterpreting his attachment to her as romantic when it was simply admiration, or if he was truly falling in love with his partner. He wouldn’t be the first - not the first Psychonaut to fall for a fellow psychic, and not the first person to fall under the spell of Milla Vodello.

It took several weeks for him to admit the truth to himself - he was not just falling for her, he was already 100%, completely in love. It was…strange, to say the least. Based on his research, Sasha had assumed this realization would make him feel more antsy or nervous around her. Instead, he felt calmer. Having her in his mind was always comforting. She never pried or spied or dug into areas he asked her not to. She was respectful of his privacy, just as he was to hers.

Genuinely, Sasha didn’t think his feelings for Milla would become a problem. He had no intention of acting on them or telling her anything about them, and he’d never let his feelings for her get in the way of his work. He was a Psychonaut first, human being second.

Of course, that was easier said than done.

Milla Vodello was beautiful and affectionate and friendly. And she was touchy - she liked to hold hands, link arms, kiss cheeks, hug. Sasha Nein normally wasn’t a fan of any of those sorts of things, though when Milla was the one initiating, he had no problem whatsoever.

There was one particular evening on a foggy day in April, when Milla let him know that she would be spending the night at a loud party with a friend named Francisco, and suggested that they could temporarily sever their psychic connection.

“I wouldn't want you to get a headache, darling,” Milla had said very sweetly.

And he agreed with her. It made sense. He didn't enjoy loud music or clubs and Milla explained that she hadn't gone partying with her friend in a long time, so she planned on drinking more than usual. It was a Friday, she'd already requested leave for the weekend - there was no professional reason for Sasha to do anything but agree.

But as he tried to work that night, as he often did, Sasha’s thoughts kept drifting to her friend Francisco. He was unfamiliar with the man - Milla had only mentioned him once or twice before while telling stories from her younger years. Those stories weren’t particularly detailed - Sasha had no real indication of what her relationship with Francisco was. It sounded like they were friends. But…relationships could change at any moment.

Psychonaut first, human being second was repeating in his head for over an hour, in a booming German voice that sounded oddly similar to his father’s, when Sasha realized he’d gone through an entire pack of cigarettes.

He felt deeply ashamed that simply the idea of Milla maybe being on a romantic outing with someone she shared history and interests with had put him in such a stupor. He’d gotten no work done and wasted money by smoking too much too quickly.

That was the first time that Sasha Nein considered the possibility of telling someone how he felt about her. The thought of telling Milla made his face turn red and his eye twitch, but perhaps he could tell…someone else. If therapy had taught him anything at all, it was the benefit of talking things out.

Unfortunately, he was not currently seeing a therapist. And he didn’t have many people he could call his friends. No family. He had a friendly(ish?) relationship with some of the Psychic Six, but was worried that there could be professional repercussions if he told them he was struggling. Sasha relied on his partnership with Milla more than he ever thought he would, and if talking about his feelings meant the possibility of losing her, he would keep his mouth shut forever.

“Burning the midnight oil, Sasha?”

Sasha turned around, surprised to find one of the Psychic Six standing at his doorway. Normally Sasha was keenly aware of his surroundings at all times; just another piece of evidence that he was getting distracted. “Otto. Can I help you with something?”

Otto Mentallis tilted his head slightly and smirked - he had always liked Sasha and he didn’t keep that a secret. They had a lot in common, and Otto saw a bit of himself in the man. “Just smelled more smoke than usual, wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep with a lit cigarette in your mouth.”

“Ah.” Sasha sighed, even more ashamed of himself than before. He glanced over at the ashtray on his desk and frowned at the sight of so many cigarette butts clumped together.

Following his line of sight, Otto raised a curious eyebrow. “Is something stressing you out, Nein? That looks worse than usual.”

Sasha paused, considering his options. His first instinct was to lie and say he was fine, there’s nothing on his mind. But Otto was a man of logic over emotions - though he wasn’t always known for respecting privacy, the man’s complete lack of interest in romance could make him the ideal person to discuss his problems with.

“...yes. Something is bothering me, actually,” Sasha said quietly, finally relenting.

Otto looked momentarily surprised by that and walked over to Sasha’s desk. “Let’s hear it, then. Maybe I can help you out.”

“It’s…complicated.” Sasha felt completely out of place, not sure how to word his feelings or his concerns. “I…I’ve been looking through the Psychonauts Handbook for an answer.”

“About?”

Sasha took a breath. “Fraternization.”

The look on Otto’s face would’ve been comical if Sasha wasn’t busy being too emotionally compromised to pay attention. That very clearly was not a word that the older man was prepared to hear.

“That’s, uh…hm,” Otto started, putting a hand to his chin. “I’m guessing this means you and Agent Vodello finally hooked up.”

Sasha’s body froze, bewilderment taking priority over his embarrassment. “...I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“Hook up? Really? It’s -”

The younger agent held up one hand, his other pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what you mean by finally.”

Otto chuckled awkwardly. “Well. You two are closer than the average partners - I’m sure you’ve noticed that. Everyone else has.”

Sasha felt himself getting more and more embarrassed by the second. “I…no, I didn’t realize that. We work very well together, but we’ve never…” He paused, trying to figure out what to do with his hands. He felt like a fool for thinking a conversation could improve his situation. “We’re just partners. And friends.”

“Alright, sure.” Otto didn’t sound convinced, but he was confused. “So then why the question of fraternization? You hooked up with someone else?”

“There has been no hooking up with anyone,” Sasha answered, starting to get impatient. Otto had a habit of running his mouth instead of letting other people talk, which was usually only slightly annoying. At that moment, Sasha found it agitating. “I…I think I’m…”

His mouth suddenly got dry, his cheeks flushed, his hands shaky.

Otto tilted his head again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know.”

“I’m…in love with Agent Vodello,” Sasha said quietly, not realizing how strange it would feel to say it out loud. He’d barely even said the words in his head - out loud, it felt like he wasn’t even speaking. Like his words weren’t his own.

“Ah. Alright.”

The room grew silent for a few moments, and Sasha could feel the awkward tension in the air get thicker and thicker. He glanced up at Otto and was confused to see the man staring off into the distance, contemplative hand to his chin.

The older man finally spoke again after what felt like an eternity. “So what is your concern, exactly? Are you asking if you’re allowed to be in love with your partner?”

Listening to his question worded in such a way made Sasha feel like a fool. It sounded very, very stupid. “I…I don’t know,” he answered uncomfortably. “I’m worried my feelings will get in the way of our partnership.”

“Well, what’d she say about it?” Otto asked pointedly, almost like it was a completely normal follow-up question.

Sasha shook his head, unable to make his embarrassment lessen. “I haven’t said anything to her. And I’d prefer if you didn’t, either.”

Otto stepped closer, leaning against Sasha’s desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “Even I’ve got more tact than that, Nein. But I’m confused. Why not tell her? She probably feels the same way. Then you can get married and have babies if you want all that.”

Sasha felt his cheeks turning somehow even redder. “I-....I don’t-” He took a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t necessarily want that. Or not want that. But I don’t think she feels the same way and I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

Otto hummed. It was clear he wanted to say something that might not go over well, just from the way he was sorting through his thoughts. But Sasha couldn’t imagine how their conversation could possibly get worse.

“You’re overthinking this.”

“Am I?” Sasha asked genuinely.

“You’ve been partners for years. Even if she didn’t feel the same way, she clearly cares about you dearly,” Otto started - his voice was monotone, almost like he was reading something. “She’d never want to lose you as a partner and wouldn’t let a little thing like this get in the way of your teamwork.”

Sasha sighed, unconvinced. “It doesn’t feel like a little thing to me.”

Otto rolled his eyes and put a hand on Sasha’s shoulder. It was clear to both of them that he was not used to comforting someone in such a way, but he was doing a better job than either could’ve imagined. “You should try telling her, then.”

“I-...I don’t see that happening in the near future.”

“Well, try to do it before you die, at least.” Otto shrugged. “You work dangerous jobs, it’d be a shame to move on without getting to say it.”

He had a point, Sasha had to admit. He and Milla had already been in plenty of near-death situations where he’d felt an urge to hold her close and never let go.

“I can’t imagine where Bob would be if he’d never said anything,” Otto mumbled, off in his own world. “Probably even more miserable than he already is.”

Sasha frowned. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but the idea of losing Milla the way that Bob Zanotto lost his husband was almost too much to consider. He didn’t want to die without telling her. But he didn’t want to burden her with his feelings if she didn’t feel the same way. It was a difficult line he needed to balance on - but he was nothing if not a man of balance.

“You could just try flirting. See how she responds.”

Somehow, that suggestion was even more exhausting than straightforwardly telling her how he felt. “It should be obvious that I’ve never flirted with anyone in my life.”

Otto scoffed. “All you have to do is compliment her. I’m sure you already do that.”

“I…” Did he? Sasha had complimented her skills, her bravery, the many obstacles she’d overcome to get to where she was. He was constantly impressed by her and admired her in so many ways. He even, very occasionally, complimented her appearance - though only if she did something new with her hair or was dressed up for a special event.

“If you think she looks good, tell her so. Women love that.”

Sasha felt embarrassed again. “She always looks good.”

“Tell her, then!” Otto slapped him on the back. “Maybe she’ll smile and say you look good, too. Maybe she’ll kiss you. Lots of options, Nein.”

“I think this has been the most uncomfortable conversation of my life,” Sasha said, one hand over his mouth as he glared into the distance.

Otto chuckled. “Then you need to have more uncomfortable conversations! This is nothing.” The older man sighed and stretched, loudly cracking his back. “You need to quit overthinking and just be yourself.”

Sasha sighed again. “It’s hard not to overthink when she’s…out with someone right now.”

“Boyfriend?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“Then what’s the issue?” Otto’s wrinkled face was scrunched up in confusion. 

“I don't know what the issue is! But I've not been able to get it off my mind,” Sasha confessed, exasperated. “I’m not accustomed to…jealousy.”

Rather than a chuckle, this time Otto laughed - loudly. It made Sasha steam with embarrassment and frustration.

“Nein, trust me. You’ll be fine.” Otto patted the younger man’s shoulder and sighed almost dreamily, thinking back to something from years past. “If you ever feel an urge to follow her or sabotage her other relationships, then you’ve got a problem. A little jealousy never hurt anyone.”

Desperately wanting this conversation to end, Sasha relented and sighed - he was going to try to listen to Otto. He’d take the man’s advice and see how it went. “For someone who’s claimed to never been in a relationship, you’ve been acting very knowledgeable about the subject.”

“That’s what happens when you’re always watching from the outside.” Otto wagged one finger knowingly. “It gives you more perspective.”

Sasha had to admit, that made a lot of sense.

“Now trust my methods! You’ll see, Sasha, it’ll work out.”

“...I’ll try.”

X

There was no drama or fanfare when Milla reconnected their minds the next day. Sasha kept his questions brief - did you have a good time with your friend, did you make sure to drink plenty of water - and Milla seemed satisfied. She didn't mention anything significant, the club played some older music that she hadn't heard in years and that made the experience more fun, apparently. But otherwise there was nothing of note, and it didn’t seem like she was hiding anything from him, either.

On Monday morning when she floated into his office to bring him what would be his second cup of coffee for the day, Sasha slowly turned his head to stare. She looked lovely every day, just as he'd said to Otto, but something about her did seem lovelier that morning.

Perhaps it was seeing her for the first time in several days.

She placed the coffee on his desk and Sasha smiled at her awkwardly. “Um…Camilla?”

“Yes, darling?”

“You, uh…you look very nice today.”

Her head popped up and there was a confused expression on her face - but she certainly didn't look unhappy. 

She seemed flattered, if he had to guess.

“Why thank you, Sasha!” Milla answered, clasping her hands together in front of her. “And you look very handsome as always!”

He blushed and quickly turned away from her, wondering if she was just being polite. “I also wanted to say that, um.” He cleared his throat. “Your levitation skills are admirable. Any Psychonaut would be happy to have half your talent.”

There was a moment of silence in the room, a moment where Sasha thought he might've somehow said something wrong. But then very suddenly, Milla’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders and she placed a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“I'm not sure what's come over you, darling, but I'm a huge fan!” Milla said as she pulled away. “A girl could get used to so many compliments.”

Sasha huffed, resisting the urge to place his hand against his cheek where there was undoubtedly a lipstick stain. He couldn't believe how right Otto had been. “I just wanted to…make sure you know how much I value you.”

Her eyes sparkled for a moment and her smile couldn't have been wider. “You’re so sweet today, Sasha. Did something happen this weekend?”

“Not at all.” He didn't need to tell her that he was jealous of her going out with another man that he knew nothing about. “Just wanted to make sure you knew.”

She floated up and bent her knees, hands still clasped together and hanging down under her legs. She was smiling so much that it was hurting her face, but how could she stop? “I appreciate that. And you, of course.”

There was a glint in her eyes that made Sasha think she had more she wanted to say, but he didn't pry. He couldn't do too much on a Monday morning or she'd start asking more questions. Instead, he simply nodded at her and hoped the heat on his cheeks wasn't noticeable.

“Have a good day, darling,” Milla said as she floated back out the door.

He didn't respond, but it was less than a minute later that he felt her psychic presence in his mind. 

“Would you like to have lunch together today?”

Sasha smiled, feeling accomplished despite the fact that they almost always ate lunch together. On the days that he remembered to eat lunch, of course. “Sounds excellent.”

Her response was a burst of positive energy that Sasha felt seep into his bones. He'd definitely be listening to Otto more often.

#psychonauts #milla vodello #sasha nein #sashamilla #science party #carrofics #idk idk.......i needed to write something for them #it was a desperate need #i also need to write something where they make out but thats much more difficult

[cycleknots]

That is so sweet oh my god. I'm chill with chatting more in dms about sashamilla if you ever have an itch to talk! You know Sasha probably smiles to himself like she picked me :]. God now I'm Raz being their ring bearer and Lili as the flower girl if they did do a traditional wedding.

I'm always down for dms on this acc !!

I think I've seen some traditonal wedding art for them and it was so cute, I'll have to look for it in the morning (probably like now when this posts from the queue)

Milla would levitate down the aisle like disney princess style and it would be v pretty.

Idk who officiates tbh im stuck between hollis who would take it seriously and oleander who would mess shit up for fun.

#as much as its not my writing style i LOVE cute stuff like that #cycleknots #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #cycleknots rambles #sasha nein #milla vodello #sashamilla #cycleknots asks

[millaaster]

Love Takes Time - Koisuru Boukun

Pairing: Morinaga Tetsuhiro x Tatsumi Souichi

Summary: Morinaga comes home from work to visit Tatsumi, as usual, but he wants to make sure they're more than physical, for his senpai to really trust and be comfortable around him!

Words: 1745

CW: SFW; Fluff; Domestic Fluff.

AN: Soooo...this was my first fic written quite a while ago and I'm finally motivated to get back to writing, so I'm starting things over on Tumblr by reposting this! Enjoy babes. I JUST WANTED THEM TO BE CUTE YOUR HONOR!

Please, do not repost or translate.

MORINAGA finally had a chance to travel home after finishing his work ahead of time as he started his vacation period. After going out to eat with his senpai, they came back – this time to the new apartment he had moved into.

As Tatsumi took a shower, Morinaga was taken by thoughts, alone in the kitchen. AsSouichi opened the door, he was startled at finding that figure standing there – both because of how handsome he knew Morinaga was (and not seeing him as regularly as before gave it a whole new effect on him) and because of the serious look in his face. Did he do something to hurt him without realizing it?

After a few seconds of looking at each other, Morinaga seemed to come back to himself. Looking down and smiling tenderly, he started:

“Senpai, as time passes, I’ve been thinking more about what kind of life I see myself having in the future. I believe I’ve made it clear by now that of course you’re a part of it, no matter what”.

Tatsumi was slightly worried as he didn’t know in which direction that conversation was leading.

Morinaga continued:

“You know I’m the happiest just by being the one that comes back to you when returning home, but…I want to be the closest to you, senpai. And I want you to feel comfortable when you’re with me as well”.

Tatsumi was dumbstruck. It was true there were some barriers between them. He felt a clench in his heart by thinking it was probably mainly because of his own “self-defense mode” - although Morinaga had his share too.

“Senpai, we’ve known each other for quite a while and been in a relationship for some time too. So…I’ve made a resolution”. He had a smile on his lips and watched Tatsumi warmly. “I’m not holding back any longer”.

“...Wha-!?!” Tatsumi considered whether he should flee out through the door and run away while he still had a chance, but he continued to listen.

“Hehehe. Don’t worry, that’s not exactly what I mean!” And with a satisfied look: “From now on I’m doing all the things couples do with you senpai – and I decided to take the initiative as it was impossible you’d do it...”.

He got closer to his wary senpai and took his hand.

“You know, I really miss you when I’m away. I really want to hug you; to feel your hair and your warmth; I want to kiss you and cherish you. I’m going to do it all as my heart tells me; even if you hit me, I’ll be diligent!”.

“What is this idiot talking about?” thought Tatsumi.

“I’ll take my time, though. I’ll let you slowly get used to it”. And with that, he pulled his senpai closer and softly kissed his forehead, leaving to his room and then to the bathroom for a shower, in high spirits the rest of the night.

Tatsumi’s mind was blanked out. As soon as he put himself together, he ran and locked himself inside his room.

* * *

In the morning, Tatsumi, still sleepy, forgot about what happened for a minute, being instantly reminded by a:

“Good morning, senpai~ ♥”.

“Mornin...” he replied, squinting his eyes suspiciously in the direction he was standing in. Throughout the day he would avoid getting too close to Morinaga, almost keeping an imaginary safety zone. When he realized how the guy had a grin every time he noticed that behavior, he even considered whether he said that just to mess around with him. Still, he didn’t let his guard down.

Tetsuhiro had a clear strategy in his head though. So that it wouldn’t end up being even worse, he was willing to make use of all of his self-control. To begin with, every three days he would try some sort of skinship and, wherever he had a chance, he would make questions about things he wanted to know regarding his senpai – that also helped them to engage in general conversations, rather than keeping it physical.

He was conscious that, although they had changed so much until then, he had to be a little more mature towards their life together; he couldn’t let his selfish desires lead him on. He truly wanted to establish a genuine bond with Souichi. This time, he had a week of vacation; it would be enough for giving it a try and, after that, he could approach him every time he came home.

At first, when his senpai was a little more relaxed, he would give him a good morning back hug. Morinaga was, indeed, hit by an angry Tatsumi – who did feel flustered inside. During breakfast, when pouring him coffee, he would give him a soft peck on the cheek with an “Enjoy your food~”.

As he expected himself, he wasn’t all that strong, and sometimes, taken by lust, he crossed that line and took Tatsumi to bed in a hurried sequence of actions.

Morinaga also sat purposefully close to him at night if he was around reading or working in the living room. He bumped his feet on his senpai’s and caressed them lightly before he stood up and left, cursing. At this point, at least, he wasn’t as violent, limited to the use of some heavy vocabulary to express his indignation.

Although Tatsumi was having a hard time, as all that felt more teasing than bonding, he also sensed he was less and less bothered by Tetsuhiro’s caring attacks. He was aware the guy wasn’t going to stop and, furthermore, that his feelings weren’t fake, it was just...he had a different way of showing affection. But, if he was supposed to keep his word and accept Morinaga that way, maybe consolidating proper communication was the most important thing to do. Both of them had strong personalities and, in order to work it out, the two of them would have to adapt and give up some things every once in a while.

Even with those thoughts in mind, a few days later, when Morinaga tried holding his hand when they were waiting for the meal to finish cooking, he felt his face burning hot and quickly escaped.

* * *

On a Friday night, Morinaga was traveling back to the apartment to stay for the weekend, when he got a message from Tatsumi:

We had a setback at the lab

I’ll be a little late, sorry

You can just get in first

Back on the campus, Souichi’s research experiment went wrong and they lost about two months of work from that set. After trying to find the problem and solve it, he and his exhausted helpers called it a day and left. On his way home, all the mad anger felt earlier had already turned into frustration, and the exhaustion in his body made it even harder on him.

Even though it was late, when he entered he found Morinaga awake, watching something on the TV, and a bowl of soup waiting for him over the table. He greeted:

“I’m home”.

“Oh, welcome home, senpai. Though I should be the one saying your line”, Morinaga replied with a soft laugh.

“Ah, right. How was the trip? You should have gone to bed; you must be tired”.

“No, it’s fine; I thought I’d wait for you”. And realizing his tired expression “By the way, what happened in the lab? Is everything alright?”

Morinaga listened to the explanation as Tatsumi sat down and ate.

“Senpai, I’m so sorry. I wish I could do something to help”.

“...Yeah...it’s okay. It is very unfortunate, but I guess that’s part of an experiment, isn’t it?”

He wondered if Tetsuhiro was still working there it would have happened differently. He was good at noticing details he sometimes left behind.

“Senpai, you’re the one who should head over to the shower and then take some rest. I’ll take care of the dishes, so don’t worry”.

He did need that to deny it, so he simply complied and said a quiet “Okay, thank you”.

After finishing with the few dishes, Morinaga went back to the sofa, since he was a little curious about how the show ended. In the meantime, Tatsumi came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

“Hey, you’re still watching it?”

“Ah yeah. It’s kind of interesting, actually”.

He went over and sat by his side. He was very close and Morinaga felt his knee touching Souichi’s leg. He was surprised but happy. Right then, he turned slightly towards him and noticed his senpai’s sight was pointing down, distracted. He knew how dedicated he was to his work so that day must have been really rough. Morinaga reached out and held his hand. Tatsumi startled and frowned for a bit, then he hesitated, but stayed still like that. He fondled his senpai’s hand and felt him tighten the grip between them.

Tetsuhiro smiled; that’s what he wanted, to be someone to be relied on by the one he loved. He snuggled closer and watched as Souichi moved his face almost as if placing it on his shoulder. They stayed there silent, only enveloped by the white noise coming from the screen in front of them.

About half an hour later, Souichi dozed out, using Morinaga as a pillow. He looked down to catch a glimpse of one of the most precious things he had ever seen. He carefully turned off the TV and carried him to his room. He covered him and was about to leave…but he couldn’t let that chance go to waste. He laid by his side, cuddling him and setting his head at Souchi’s nape, feeling the soft hair brush against his nose as he fell asleep.

* * *

When he woke up, Tatsumi took a second to notice another body was close to his own and gasped at the arms holding him. He then remembered what came about last night, calculating what he should do now.

But...but...that heat was so cozy...he had no reason to get away from there. He could just pretend he was still sleeping and enjoy it a little more. He was happy that, after all, Morinaga had put so much effort to help him learn how much he could like this kind of thing.

Meanwhile, Morinaga, who was awake all the time, did his best so Souichi wouldn’t notice. When he leaned back again into his chest, relieved, he tightened his embrace, pretending it was out of reflex.

Interactions are always appreciated ☆* have a lovely day!

Ao3

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[milla984]

A Million Reasons

Summary: after a phone call from Penelope, Reader teases Spencer about a potential love interest and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Category: fluff with a little angst

TW/CW: a little bit of angst, brief mentions of food, self-doubt, mentions of anxiety, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

Thank you @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read this!

The following work is my entry for @andiebeaword's 3,000 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge (prompt n. 12) and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

Spencer scooped out of the paper cup what was left of his ice cream before he finished recounting the events leading to the arrest of the unsub the entire BAU team had been successfully tracking down in Seattle during the past few days. 

“He’ll be charged with ten counts of murder, one attempted murder, and unlawful possession of multiple weapons. He’s facing ten life sentences without parole.”

“Way to go, Justice League!” you cheered, enthusiastic. 

He tucked his hair behind his ear with a cute chuckle. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow so you caught a glimpse of his wristwatch reflecting the light of a lamp post standing along the edge of the walking path; from the bench you were both sitting on you could see the illuminated dome of the US Capitol rising up against the dark mid-summer sky. 

Despite being within walking distance of a major street in the southwest quadrant of Washington, the park was quiet and uncrowded and the nearby gelato shop was one of Spencer’s favorites. 

You took the last sip of your drink, acting very casual. “And that’s all that happened?” 

He shrugged, unsure about which crucial information could have been missing from his story since he was under strict instructions not to fill you in on the most gruesome details of the cases he’d worked.

“Uhm, graphic descriptions of tortures and mutilations are not—”

“I’m talking about a certain homicide detective… the one you gave your number to…?” you explained and his jaw dropped instantly.

“What?!”

You nudged at him with your elbow. “Garcia called me from the Original Starbucks in Pike Place. I couldn’t tell if the hype was about your new admirer or being there.”

“I don't understand how this is such a big deal!” he blurted out in a high-pitched voice. “She showed an interest in what we do so I gave her my card.”

No profiling skills were required to detect his firm intention to avoid discussing the matter, yet the words came out of your mouth like a river in spate. 

“Any chance it wasn’t only a professional interest?”

The way Spencer looked at you, disappointed and hurt, hit you worse than a punch in the liver. 

“What’s with you, guys?! Are– are you all so invested in my personal life because you’re convinced I’m chronically unable to have one without your help?” he snapped, something you’d never seen him do. 

“I’m s—” you tried to reply, even though he was still too angry to let you apologize and cut you off again.

“Or maybe it’s just that I’m no Derek Morgan, so the idea of someone noticing I exist is pathetic or funny to you?”

“Seriously?! An IQ of 187 and this is the best inference you can come up with?” you snorted, upset by the subtle insult he’d thrown at you - even if you had to admit you deserved it.

His brows furrowed. “Then why did you bring this up?” 

“I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you admitted, “but I would never ever think that people hitting on you is pathetic, give me some credit!”

He remained silent for a while, quite aware that Penelope’s inability to keep her mouth shut generated from genuine excitement about what she perceived as good news; sharing such personal information with you meant you had been put to the test over and over and, in the end, deemed worthy of her trust. 

The peaceful atmosphere around you served as an amplifier for the sound of splashing water and Spencer indicated the fountain at the center of the large, round basin in front of you with a jerk of his head. 

“I read a book about the architectural history of D.C. on the way back. This piece was created for the 1876 Centennial International Exhibition in Philadelphia, the US Congress acquired it in 1877 and placed it at the base of Capitol Hill. It was dismantled in 1926, then it remained in storage until 1932 when they moved it here.”

The pedestal held three twin iron-casted sea nymphs wearing wet tunics, with their arms raised above their heads to support a shallow vasque; on top was a group of kneeling child tritons, and the base was decorated with turtle-like aquatic creatures.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled.

The fact he’d for sure started and finished said book in less than fifteen minutes was among the 999.999 entries in your list of reasons to crush over SSA Reid.  And so were his three PhDs, his crooked ties, his passion for Star Wars, chess and Halloween.

“I don’t talk much about my private life. Especially outside of work,” he confessed after a pause. “A lot of times I have a hard time discussing personal issues—”

“Spencer… you know you don’t owe me an explanation, right?” you rushed to clarify.

He nodded and you did the same in response, to confirm you had no intention of pressuring him into opening up if he felt uncomfortable but were also ready to listen to anything he had to say; even in dim light, you could see the sadness veiling his beautiful hazel eyes.   

“I’m sorry I overreacted. Garcia was being Garcia, with her ‘look at the world through rose-colored glasses’ scenarios. Except, in this case giving my card to a homicide detective to discuss behavioral sciences was just what it sounds like. I understand where she’s coming from, I never told her…”

Your whole body tensed up, courtesy of a rush of anxiety triggered by the possibility of him being already involved with someone he had never mentioned, not even to his closest friends; you wondered if he could hear the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Luckily for you, Spencer didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m trying to come to terms with something I’ve been feeling, for weeks now. And I’m worried, because of what happened in the past and I can’t let go of…” his voice broke a little, so he swallowed. “Deep down I’m afraid I'm not the type of person who gets to live out happily ever after.” 

Refraining from hugging him on the spot and holding him close to your heart had gotten increasingly difficult lately, so you settled for a peck on his temple in a clumsy attempt at a comforting gesture.

Spencer jolted, befuddled, and for a moment you feared for the worst; you certainly didn’t expect him to lean forward to cup your face in his hands - big hands.  With slender, elegant fingers he tenderly brushed over your cheeks.

You both held your breath, waiting for the distance between you to vanish until your foreheads touched and the tips of your noses rubbed together. 

“... are we really doing this?!” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled. “Don’t make me wait for another six months.”

Spencer squinted, an indication he was browsing countless data and events stored in his memory; when he eventually pinpointed the exact moment you fell for him he squeaked in surprise. 

“Christm—”

You pressed your palm on the nape of his neck, guiding his lips over yours for the kiss you both had been longing for. 

Reason number 1.000.000: Dr. Reid had a crush on you, too.

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[cy-fi-theansweris42]

Thinking about Sasha's mind and just how different it is to the other minds we see in both Psychonauts and Psychonauts 2.

There's a wide variety of worlds in both games, but from what I remember, they all have different areas that are connected to each other and you travel between. Milla has the different areas of her dance party, Bob has the different islands, Cassie different areas of the library, etc.

However, Sasha's is the only one that, even though you're inside his mind, you're not really in it. You're on the outside of the cube. There's nothing you can access, no memory vaults, no emotional baggage, no hints about his past, nothing, unless he lets you in (there's the different levels that appear in his shooting gallery but he admits to setting that up after Raz beats the course).

The potential implications of this are wild to think about, because you have to wonder just when exactly his mind became that cube, and how he managed to compartmentalize and lock everything away so thoroughly.

Personally, I like the idea that his mind was like that before he met the Psychonauts and joined the organization. We already know that his father wasn't emotionally available throughout Sasha's life, and as far as we know, Sasha didn't have anyone else growing up. That could have led to him just locking everything away, because what's the point of being open when the only family member in your life isn't truly even there? It could also be a little bit of Sasha taking after his father since his father seemed fairly stoic.

Then if he already had everything under lock and key (which is possible, remember, Raz also has high mental defenses and he's only 10 with no training at the beginning), then it could make for some interesting headcanons/ideas about his early days with the Psychonauts, especially if he already showed promise with PSI blasts or could already use them. Like they come across this young psychic who they can't learn anything about, even inside his mind, and he has a knack for PSI blasts which literally turn negative emotions into firepower? You could have some fun with a story like that.

#Psychonauts #Sasha Nein #Cy rambles #Psychonauts headcanons #I've got some rambling about potential ideas for Sasha's early days with the Psychonauts somewhere #And I briefly mention him in one of my fics that's more focused on Otto #But I can't remember everything now #If I can though and if I can come up with ideas for Milla joining and their meeting? #Then oh boy it may just be Writing Time

[giroshane]

Nothing says inspiration like being forced to Sit Still for the better part of two weeks recovering from The Plague. Hence, a new fanfic! My first in this fandom! Read it here!

#psychonauts #sasha nein #milla vodello #giro writes #sashamilla #psychonauts 2 #finally Finished something for the first time in a while lmao

[sheltershock]

Being sick is the worst. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for a psychic…or can I? 

Sasha already has a canon aversion to germs. I wouldn’t say he’s a hypochondriac, but he’d probably consider getting sick one of the worst things that can happen to him. The most dreadful part is the removal of his bodily autonomy. He's fine with smoking cigarettes, and is aware that they’re bad, but that’s a choice he’s making about his body. He did not choose for someone to come into his shared space sick, spread their germs around, and now he has the suffer the painful consequences of their actions. Absolutely not. Since he can’t really police sick people though he’s really conscious about germs and sanitation. He probably casually has boxes of disposable face masks just in case he has to encounter a sick person, and his aesthetic lets him get away with it for the most part without anyone suspecting anything offensive. But when he does get sick it’s him drifting in and out of consciousness trying to work from home, failing, and then succumbing to exhaustion. Lots of loss of productivity guilt.  

Sasha never thought he’d have to take care of anyone while they’re sick, after all that’s what hospitals are for, and he chose to not work in a hospital. But then at some point after they moved in together, Milla eventually got sick. Honestly his first thought was to leave and stay in a hotel until she got better. She said she’d be fine and that she can take care of herself anyway. But they’re together, and seeing Milla upset/unwell makes him…uncomfortable. Plus, he’s probably already been exposed anyway so…he chose to stay. He moved into the living space  for the foreseeable future, keeping everything as disinfected as possible and left the bedroom to serve as a quarantine. Milla was initially surprised to wake up to see Sasha still there, knowing what he’s like, but was ultimately happy by it. 

As a caretaker, Milla is used to germs. She’s pretty much ready to be a nurse to whoever for however long it takes for them to recover from their sickness. She keeps track of medicine and administration times, food and drinks, cleanliness, even just being nearby and available for emotional needs. She’s got everything under control, so there’s nothing to worry about. She applies the same philosophy as herself being sick: you just need to slow down and rest up, darling.

Milla, however, was not expecting that she wouldn’t really receive the same level of care from Sasha she gives to everyone else when they’re sick. He’d almost never be in the room with her, no matter how many times she’d try to convince him. He’d happily talk to her through telepathy but it wasn’t really the same to her. She had the romantic idea of her feverishly speaking her mind as her lover grasped her hand from her bedside, like in romantic comedies. And even if they both ended up catching the same illness at least they could stay with each other in painful solidarity. Sasha did not find this fantasy funny nor romantic. Whenever he was in the room with her, he always had a medical mask and disposable gloves on. But that was a rare sight after she kept trying to grasp his wrist to convince him to stay with her. She completely understands why he wouldn’t, but it still hurt. 

Instead of bringing out food or drinks, Milla would wake up to bowls on the bedside table and glasses of water. It initially took her a few hours and several micro naps to realize the glass hadn’t actually become empty despite how much she’d drink. Medicine would be laid out nicely with handwritten notes with instructions and timecards which listed out the previous times she’d woken up to take them. The washcloths on her forehead, around her neck and wrapped around her wrists hadn’t dried out yet.

Milla considers getting sick as a sign from the universe or just her body that she needs to slow down and take care of herself. Her body is looking for her! And since she’s pretty active and generally healthy, Milla doesn’t get sick very often, which only serves to prove her own mindset. She doesn’t have any problems with taking those sick days off, sleeping most of the day, watching TV, having soup and warm drinks…she just wishes she felt like doing any of those things. The aches and pains just make her really clingy to anyone willing to give her the time of day, willing to talk their ear off. She doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time when she’s well, and she especially doesn't like it when she’s sick. And in the delirium that comes with a fever, her control over her own mind slips.

Fever dreams mock her pain as the Nightmares twist and tangle her past and present emotions into a living hell. While technically someone could go in there and defeat all her Nightmares, they’d just reform quicker than it’s worth to get rid of them. Her fatigue from the illness has her subconscious mostly taking the reins rather than her waking mind. And as a result,  the regeneration time is insane as her memories fire off in jumbled slideshows some people would refer to as dreams. As much as she’d like to spend all her time sick staying up with the hypnotic static of a TV screen, the stable pages of a book or the allure of a new conversation, she has to return to that world eventually. There are few things that can alleviate her Nightmares on good days, and even less on her worst ones. But sometimes, despite her illness, Sasha will climb in with Milla and hold her while she sleeps. 

She’d stir amongst feverish dreams where party guests shrink and don the distorted screaming faces of people long lost. Beside frigid, hissing flames she’d feel sheets and blankets she’s under shift, and hear mumbles about how sticky the linen is with lukewarm sweat. And as she opens her eyes she’d see her upper body and head be moved so a pair of arms securely wrap themselves around her shoulders and waist. Another shiver would slide down her spine. Boiling parts of her body that were locked away under the blankets would be exposed to the cruel air conditioned exterior. 

But she’d feel the warmth wrapped around her upper body from the new embrace and yawn. Tears would well in her eyes from the pulsating rhythm down her neck, and her lover would shudder, being all too knowledgeable about the germs being released as she opened her mouth. A shaky hand would find its way to the side of her head. She coughed, quickly grasping onto the much cleaner fabric of her lover’s clothes. But as she eased her breathing she’d feel a slow, soothing stroking sensation ever so lightly on the surface of her scalp, through her hair, and to the bare skin of her neck. 

Her eyelids would grow heavy again. But unwilling to return the fiery hellscape currently commandeering her own party, she’d forcibly grasp them open again. She’d yawn again, and feel the hand combing through her hair twitch– just for a second. But Sasha is here. She allows her vision to fall to black, and just focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the slightly faster heart rate. Like the lull of a moving train, she’d drift off and her dreams would be a little less worse. Faces become transparent. Frostbitten, charred wallpaper is more vibrant. The vocals of the music fall to murmurs. The real world still calls. Still hearing the hum of the air conditioner, feeling the rise and fall akin to warm ocean waves and the scent of something she can’t quite put her finger on through her stuffy nose, but she knows smells good. 

She hums lightly, about to say something, but the vibrations only make the soreness worse. She opens her mouth, before closing it and burying her face farther into his chest. She swallows and her throat burns. A weight from the back of her head tilts towards her face and everything starts to feel more distant. She clutches the fabric harder. It twists in her grimy fingers. 

The arm around her waist shifts as a hand reaches up to cusp the side of her jawline. With one arm around her back and the other resting over her breast, she sighs into another yawn. Exhaling softly, her grip loosens as her fingers relax and rests into the mild heat of a warm body. And her mind does too. 

For a brief moment she looks through her eyes again. The blankets bear different patterns. Her arms are wrapped around a pillow, but it’s just as soft. Light pours into the hallway from a widening door frame. The mirror inside the hallway bathroom is completely fogged up. An arm stretches into view as the light disappears with a click. Milla’s eyes close and she can hear the kettle hiss as she drifts off again. 

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #milla vodello #sasha nein #oops it’s all sashamilla! #sashamilla #headcanons #sickfic? #can i tag that? #this all started because I wanted to do a writing warm up #and I like hurt comfort so I just made some #but then it turned out kinda flowery and I didn’t hate it? #so here have some sashamilla hurt comfort stuff I guess #I was supposed to draw tonight but I ended up spending the two hours editing this to be presentable for human eyes #oh well there’s always tomorrow #good night