Kate Bush During A Performance Of “wuthering Heights” (1978)

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shut the fuck up don't you dare compare yourself with Touya baby >:[

Rob Zombie and Sheri Moon Zombie.

Minors DNI (18+)

A Calm Night

Jason Voorhees x g/n Reader

TWs: Hunting mention, blood mention, drowning mention— listen, this is just a fluffy piece about the reader taking care of Jason. That’s it that’s all— just a whole bunch of self indulgent fluff.

“Jason!”

Calling off the porch, you wait patiently. He’s out there in the forest somewhere— you know it. He’d brought his archery gear when he left, whether practicing or hunting, he promised he wasn’t going far.

Not that you ever had to worry about that.

There were his heavy footsteps, then his large figure emerged. His hands bloody, he looks quite pleased with himself.

“I got a deer!” He signs to you, gestures quick with excitement.

“Really? That’s amazing!” You cheer, opening your arms for him, “Come inside and get washed up, you can tell me all about it over dinner.”

He squeezes you back when you hug him, his arms snug around you, the bloody hands staying away— knowing well you don’t like scrubbing blood out of your sweaters.

You tell him about the dinner you prepared as he washes up— the conversation is good to keep his mind off the water. You lead him to the table, where your places are set. Gesturing to his seat, he settles in as you collect the dishes and load them up. Setting it in front of him, you take the opportunity now that he’s sitting to press a kiss to his head.

A rare opportunity to kiss skin.

Jason becomes flustered— he always becomes flustered when you take care of him like this. The kiss only further solidifies your place in his heart.

He begins to sign in that one-handed half-word kind of way, explaining how he went out to practice and ended up finding the stag he came across. Dropping his utensil into his dinner, both hands move around his head, where his mask sits half-off.

“They must be huge!” His arms move out and up to express the sheer size of the antlers, before coming back down to promise he would be bringing them back later.

“Why don’t you bring them and the meat in after dinner? We can get it all put away.”

Idle conversation continues over dinner, only pausing when he goes to collect the meat, and you clean up the kitchen. By the time he comes back you’re prepared to start sealing away the fresh meat.

In one hand, the package of meat. The other, cleanly severed, large antlers.

Fawning over how pretty they are, you both make quick work of preserving the meat. You send him down to the cellar, where you keep the deep freezer. As he carefully puts away nicely packaged cuts of meat, you tend to preparing for his shower.

It was something you were helping him work through— the extreme fear of water associated with his drowning, had him running for the hills when it came to baths. Showers, while still bringing intense anxiety, could be managed if done right.

Soft towels and nice smelling soap waits with you.

He knows what’s coming next— you were very insistent on daily bathing. But your insistence on his self care didn’t upset him. He knew you didn’t want to hurt him. Your eyes are too kind and soft, your smile is too sweet.

So of course, he shyly makes his way to the bathroom, hands squeezing and relaxing— a nervous fidget, shifting from one foot to another.

“It’s okay, you know I’ll be right here with you. We can make it quick and go right to bed. How does that sound?”

The tension in his shoulders release just the tiniest bit.

He’s so timid as he begins to undress, cued on by your own disrobing. Led by the hand, you take the first step into the running water, letting it fall down your back as you guide him in. There’s just enough room for the both of you, and the water doesn’t even have to touch him.

Grabbing his loofah, you load it up with soap and run it under the water, going to work gently scrubbing his body. Stopping only to get more warm water on it.

“There we go— how’s it feel? Are you warm enough?”

You aren’t surprised he kept the mask. Even though you’ve seen his face, he’s always far more comfortable in it, than without it.

As you wash his back, he washes his legs and junk, turning so you can scrub his chest and stomach.

“Alright, there we go… here, for your face.” A washcloth with face wash sits warm in your hand, holding it out for him to take— he always takes it, turns away, and removes the mask for washing. A habit you’ve grown accustomed to.

But now, he hesitates.

When you ask why, he somehow becomes even more shy. Fumbling with his hands before he finally signs, asking simply, “can you?”

“Would you be comfortable with me doing it? I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable, I know this is already stressful…”

He shakes his head, grabbing his mask slowly, he pulls it up and off.

Clasping it in his hands, he can’t seem to meet your gaze.

You smile, and gently cup his cheek. “Hello handsome, thank you for letting me help.”

Jason turns to putty in your hands as you gently wash his face— small circles on his cheeks and forehead, a little extra love under the right side of his neck, where a bit of blood splatter dried.

So careful and considerate, not a bubble gets in his eyes. Nor does he become overwhelmed by the feeling of water on his face.

All he can focus on is you.

“There you go.” You press a kiss to his cheek when you’ve finished, and begin to finally wash yourself— Jason imagines assisting you as you do for him, every touch from him would be tender and loving. He would be just as careful as you are, he knows it.

For now, though, he stands patiently as you rinse off.

He steps out first, and you’re quick to follow, wrapping yourself in a towel, you begin to pat him down— and he stops you with a hand on your wrist. As you begin expressing your confusion on your face, he reaches for your towel. Gently freeing it from your body, he begins to pat you down.

His mask set beside the sink, he’s attentive as he dries you off.

“Thank you, Jason.” The whisper tickles his ear when you hug him, his arms wrapping securely around you, he scoops you up.

In the bedroom, both your pajamas sit folded neatly on the end of the bed. He takes great care to put them on you— he’s never done this before, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

Because when you lay down to sleep, hugging his head to your chest, his arms around your middle, you know he loves you in ways words couldn’t describe. He’s said it before, but moments like these make it all the more clear just what he meant; he loves you more than he could ever express.

This is probably one of my favorite moments of Aether i filmed my latest ritual. Like look at him, just look at him, no thoughts just monkey

YOUR VOICE CONSOLES ME !

despite leading busy lives, they are all found longing for you.

feature: choso, gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna

content: gender neutral — 1.9k+ wc: fluff, and mma toji/sukuna cause i said so [request are always open] + not proofread

CHOSO KAMO

His day had been long and tiring, the stress of it still lingering in his eyes. All he wanted was to come home, to listen to your voice, to lose himself in the normalcy of your life.

“Welcome home baby.”

As he stepped into the house, the smell of cooking wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of home. He found you in the kitchen, your back turned to him as you focused on the stove. He approached you silently, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Though jumping slightly at the newfound contact, you turn to look at him with surprise. “Cho’” you call out, your voice filled with curiosity. “—whats up? everything okay?”

But Choso just shook his head, burying his face in your neck. He breathed in your scent, a mix of your shampoo and the food you were cooking. It was familiar, comforting, a balm to his tired soul.

You understood. Not pressing him for answers, didn’t ask him to talk about his day. Instead, you just wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. 

Slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the pops and cracks on the stove—as you two swayed in silence.

Like two moons amidst the universe of stars.

At that moment, all of Choso’s worries seemed to fade away. He was home, in your arms, and that was all that mattered. His day had been hard, but he knew that as long as he had you, he could face anything. And with that thought, he let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing against yours as you two continued to sway in the silence of the kitchen.

Acknowledging nothing but each other's embrace.

GOJO SATORU

Satoru hated meetings and would skip them at any opportunity. 

However, tonight was crucial, and all he desired was to return home to you. His shoulders were slumped, his tie loosened, and his eyes held the exhaustion of a long day filled with unskippable meetings.

He was late, later than he had initially promised you.

He entered your shared bedroom to discover you curled up on the bed, deep in concentration on a TV show. His fatigued mind felt relieved to see you, secure and at ease. As soon as you saw him, your eyes brightened, as you silently reached out your arms in invitation.

Satoru didn't need to be asked twice.

So without a word, he crossed the room and collapsed into your arms. The tension in his body eased as he sank into your embrace, his head resting against your chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, his breaths syncing with the tune of your heartbeat.

“How was your day?” you asked, your fingers running through his hair in a soothing motion.

In response, Satoru just groaned, not wanting to relieve the stress of his day.

“Tell me about your day instead,” he mumbled into your chest, his voice barely audible. He wanted to hear your voice, your stories, your laughter. He wanted to drown out the memories of his day with the sound of you.

And as you began to recount your day, your voice a soft lullaby in the quiet room, Satoru felt himself relax even more. He closed his eyes, letting your words wash over him, your presence a comforting anchor in the chaos of his life.

As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that no matter how hard his day was, he would always have this – a safe haven in your arms, a place where he could let go of his worries and just be. And that was more than enough for him.

GETO SUGURU

The door clicked shut softly as Suguru stepped into the quiet house. It was late, much later than he had intended to come home. He tiptoed through the dimly lit hallway, making his way to the bedroom where you were already asleep.

He didn’t want to waste any time. So he quickly changed into his pajamas and slid into bed, wrapping his arms around you.

Stirring in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open at the sudden movement.

“Sugu’?” you mumbled, your voice thick with slumber, “...what time is it?”

“Hey, Hey, I’m sorry for waking you up, baby,” he hushed, his voice filled with regret. But rather than chastise him, you just drew him in and held him in your limbs.

“‘missed you,” you murmured, pressing soft kisses to his face. He could feel your smile against his skin, your love evident in your actions.

He couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with love for you. “I missed you too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wanna tell me how your day was?”

As you started to tell him about your day, your voice faded as sleep started to claim you once again. He listened to you, his smile growing wider as he admired you drifting off mid-sentence.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering a quiet “I love you” into the silence of the night. As he watched you sleep, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for you, for your love, for the life you and him had built together.

And as sleep crept into his body, he shut his eyes and drifted with you. 

NANAMI KENTO

The soft glow of the computer screen illuminated Nanami’s face, casting long shadows across the room. He is a well known workaholic, his dedication to his work often keeping him up until the wee hours of the morning. Tonight was no different. He had been in his home office for the past week, filling out applications and paperwork, his glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose.

And like most nights you couldn’t sleep well without him. You tossed and turned, entangled in the sheets, the other side of the bed cold and empty without Nanami. 

Finally, you decided to look for him, only to find him dozing off at his computer, a hand under his chin, his glasses in the other.

You approached him silently, your heart aching at the sight. 

You gently shook him awake, and he blinked up at you, confusion clouding his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Flashing a small smile, your hand reaching out to caress his face. “Come to bed, Nami’,” you said softly. “You can finish your work later.”

He knew he couldn’t say no to you, not when you looked at him with those puppy eyes. So, he saved the document he was working on, turned off his computer monitor, and followed you back to bed.

As you two settled into bed, you turned to him, your hand reaching out to caress his face. “I love you, Kento,” you whispered, your words dipped with meaning.

He mumbled a sleepy “I love you too,” before falling asleep, leaving you and the moonlight to capture his scenic beauty one last time before you joined him in slumber. The worries of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by the comforting presence of each other. 

Promising that no matter how difficult the day may be, you’ll end up in each other's arms no matter what. 

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Opening the front door and taking off his shoes— as the late-night silence amplified the sound. Toji, a man used to only having to hold his own, stepped inside, his body sore from the rigorous MMA practice match he had just endured. His official fight was only a couple of months away, and every practice session was a step closer to that day.

He knew you worried about him, your concern evident in your eyes every time he left for a match. Tonight was no different. He had come home late, his body bruised and worn. He didn’t want you to see him like this, didn’t want to add to your stress. So, he decided to sneak into the bathroom, hoping to patch himself up before you noticed.

But as he tiptoed past the living room, he found you there, waiting on the couch, your eyes heavy with worry. The sight of him, beaten and worn, made your heart clench. 

As you rose from the couch, you reached out to him.

“Toji,” you scolded, your voice soft yet stern, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

With a flash of remorse in his eyes, he looked at you. “’m sorry I worried you,” he said—observing your face, not once breaking eye contact. “did ya’ miss me?”

With a sigh your agitated facade melts away. You just couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he talked to you with a hint of honey in his sultry voice.

 “Come on,” you said, leading him towards the bathroom, “let’s get you patched up, big boy.”

Tending to his cuts, your touch was as gentle as always. Your brows were furrowed in concentration–your lips pursing as you worked. In that moment, he realized just how much you cared to put up with his bullshit. He reached out, cupping your face in his palms. Pulling you in for a kiss.

“Mmnm–you’re still not off the hook, Toji,” you warned, pulling away from the kiss. But your eyes were soft, and your lips curving into a small smile.

His heart crested with devotion to you as he grinned. "I know," he uttered in a playful tone. "But you jus’ can’t get enough of me, admit it." 

Laughing together as any concerns before, were momentarily forgotten, knowing you had the strength to face whatever the future held. Since all you needed was each other—that's just what you had. 

SUKUNA RYOMEN

Sukuna, a man of few words and an intense demeanor, was in the middle of a late-night training session. The gym was filled with the grunts and groans of his fellow boxers, their sweaty bodies a stark contrast to the cool, calm demeanor Sukuna usually carried. But tonight, he was missing something – or rather, someone.

He decided he needed a break. He missed you, the only person who truly knew him, who saw past his intense exterior to the man he was inside. As he stepped into the locker room to call you, his teammates asked him where he was going. He simply ignored them, his mind already made up on calling you.

As soon as you picked up, his tense demeanor changed. The sound of your voice brought a genuine smile to his face, a rare sight for those who knew him.

“Are you okay Kuna’?” you asked, concern lacing your voice, “is something wron—”

He cut you off before you could say anything else. 

“I love you,” he said, his voice soft. “miss you. be home soon. keep a hot bath runnin’ for me.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, as you were seemingly taken aback by his words. Until, you giggled, your laughter like music to his ears. 

“I love you too, Kuna’” you said. “anddd, I’ll have a bath ready–but only if you say pleaseee,” 

Scoffing with a smile that you can hear in his voice, he gives in, just this once he tells himself. “Please.”

“Thank you, Kuna’ get home safe, mwuah” 

His teammates reminded him that it was his turn to spar just as he was about to respond, he hung up. His expression returned to one of annoyance as he rolled his eyes.   

But inside, he was smiling, looking forward to the moment he would be home with you, away from the sweaty gym and obnoxious boxers. And for the rest of the night, he trained with a newfound energy, as his thoughts were filled with you and the warm bath waiting for him at home.

From the Wikipedia page about the Fermi Paradox: Given the high scientific probability for alien existence, why can we find no evidence of their existence whatsoever?

Thomas Hewitt would never kill me, my vibe is just what he would love.

I'm amazed by this bad boy, truly ❤

Feral smoking Ghoul