#but not enough about her being obsessed with him too

[hello-gloomy]

HI! I love your works for Dr Stone they're awesome!

If its no problem could you please write a Stanley Snyder x reader (Gender neutral if you can) where reader and Stanley start dating after being revived (for the first time-so before senku and the others came to North America). But the twist being that Charlotte Bony (you know the pilot that is obsessed with Stanley) kind of gets in the way and is really jealous of reader and makes reader think that Stanley isn't interested in them.? And then Stanley kind of makes it very clear to everyone that he loves reader after finding out what happened??

I hope that isn't too overwhelming!! Please take your time and feel free to change it up! Thank you.

I hope this one doesn't suck ass, I wrote this before I had to go to work so I apologize if it sucks.

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Make it Known

Stanley Snyder x Gender neutral!Reader

Description: Being nonconfrontational bites you in the ass, but Stanley doesn't help until the end to confront the issue the best way he knows how.

Warnings: Jealousy, bouts of anger, lack of communication, weird female coworker.

A/N: my bad if this sucks ass I'll make up for it later istg

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Hearing a slight chatter at the shooting range you round the corner and hope to find Stanley and Xeno testing out a new gun prototype and instead see Charlotte standing way to close to Stanley; shes practically on top of him and he doesnt even seem to notice. You lean up on the wall and watch them for a while, at some point Charlotte notices you and narrows her eyes before leaning on Stanley even more. You sigh out and decide that enough is enough and walk away; Xeno and Brody would propbably be better company anyway.

Stanley Tells Charlotte to ease up on his arm, and she backs on with a slight pout before pretending like nothing happened. He shakes his head and glances over to where he thought he heard some noise, but he only catches a flash of fabric. He sighs through his nose and goes back to practicing with Charlotte; he'll come and find you after he gets her off his back. Maybe you'll do some target practice instead.

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You knock on the iron door and then poke your head in and find Xeno writing notes, when you get a bit closer he glances up for a quick second and gives you a small greeting and motions for you to have a seat with him. You lay your head on your arms watching him work and starting to relax, you huff quietly thinking about Stan and how he didnt even seem to care at how on top of him she was; you bury your head further in your jacket; the writing noises stop and the sound of a chair sliding against the floor is made.

"When you normally come into the lab, you ask what I'm doing thirty seconds after observing your surroundings." He sets down a mug of coffee and holds his own; you sit up and mess with the 'x' mark on the cup before taking a sip; you look up from the mug to the doctor in front of you and see him watching you intently. He raises an eyebrow, and you finally break and tell him everything; he nods along, and before he can give you any advice, there's a knock at the door again, and the man of the hour comes in.

"Hey, I was looking for you," Stanley tells you while petting your hair; you shy away from his touch and pretend it's not on purpose. He watches you for a moment and then talks to Xeno about the gun while still trying to hold you close without upsetting you further. You spend most of the conversation spaced out and only perk up when Stan wraps his arm around your waist.

"Why don't we get lunch?" He offers to both of you, but Xeno declines while giving you a pointed look, and you try your best not to smile at his subtle encouragement. Both of you say goodbye and promise to bring him a snack later and trek to the meal hall. During the walk, you build up the courage to hold his hand, but before you can, you get interrupted by the same problem from earlier.

"Captain, on the way to lunch?" Her butting in is starting to piss you off now. Stan gives her a polite yes, and she glances over at you.

"Would you like some company?" she offers to him while stepping closer, and of course, this idiot agrees, not seeing anything wrong with it; the rest of the walk there, she places herself right in between the two of you. You're currently trying to decide whether to flip out or pull out your hair. You walk away from them and grab your own food, and at the last minute, grab Stanley some. Charlotte can get her food herself. You set down his meal and sit across from him since she has to be beside him.

"You gonna get some food, Charlotte?" He asks while taking note of you only grabbing him and yourself a meal. She shrugs before looking at his plate and then giving him a little bump.

"Won't you share a bit of yours, captain?" She asks while giving herself the go-ahead to eat some of his bread; he doesn't react, so you do so for both of them.

"Here have mine, Ms. Bony. I lost my appetite." You shove the tray over to her and walk off. You hear a call of your name but ignore it and continue to walk, picking up your pace a bit so he doesn't catch up. You end up in your shared room with him and sit down on the bed for a bit; an intense flash of rage overtakes you, and you grab a bag and start shoving stuff inside of it. 'Just because she has known him longer doesn't mean she can treat you like that, and he shouldn't let her do that.' You grumble out, so wrapped up in yourself you don't hear the door open and close behind you. A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts, and you scream out. Stanley puts his hands up in an apology for scaring you; you calm your heart and go back to packing.

"Going somewhere?" He sits on the bed by your half-full bag.

"I'm staying with Luna for a few days." You harshly offer him, and he sighs and lights a smoke. He grabs your hands and pulls you into his lap, resting his head on top of yours. He lets you struggle against him until you relax.

" 'm sorry, doll," he whispers in your hair, and you scoff. He takes the smoke out of his mouth and offers it to you, and you snatch it angrily.

"I told her off." That makes you look up at him,

"I should have made her stop sooner; I was just used to her oddness about me. But that's no excuse, so I apologize." You nod along while shoving your face in his chest; he starts to put his hands up your clothes and then removes your shirt, leaving purple lips on your bare skin.

"Let me make it up to you."

"YOU DIDN'T TELL US YOU AND STANLEY WERE DATING!" She shouts while shaking you.

"Luna, my ears."

"Why is your neck purple?"

[calebrity]

omg I saw your post about frontman!sylus in a squid game au! now the rot is taking over my brain

does sylus have a heartbreaking moment with the reader where he fake dies like the real frontman does in the show? I can imagine it so clearly where reader is devastated that someone she's become so close with is taken from her in one of the last few rounds of the game... until she wins and is escorted to the office where he unmasks and her heart drops in relief that he's alive! but wait... why are you up here, all cleaned up and in a similar uniform to the guards?.. until it finally clicks and the relief morphs into horror...

would love to hear your thoughts!

frontman! sylus

cw. squidgame! au, manipulation, being held hostage, yandere themes, 1.5k

an. nonnie i loooove the way you think!! 😣sorry i was sitting on this but im actually obsessed & just wanted to give it some extra thought bc your idea is 🔥🔥 MWAH sorry its a lil long im insane and sleepy lol :,)

Frontman! Sylus is unreachable to most guards.

With the attention the games require of him and other related matters (communication, keeping the place under wraps, organizing meetings, just to name a few), it’s gonna take a little more than just a red mask to score a conversation with him. He’s worked for. Not worked with. To most, he’s just a deep, mechanical voice who stands tall behind a wall of television screens, and someone in so much power that it’s implicitly understood that he is not to be fucked or toyed with. So all obey him.

He expects nothing but order and blind loyalty and even though it brings a certain monotony he can’t quite shake, he gets exactly what he demands.

Frontman! Sylus is disgustingly wealthy through underhanded means, but he’s oddly classy for someone who holds a mantle earned entirely through blood and violence. This is one big dirty game he oversees, but the contestants know what they’re signing up for, so he can’t really will himself into guilt when they’re all the same— different faces and names but identical minds and hearts. Corrupted. Selfish.

Sylus values a purity that cannot be found within the massive walls of red light green light as players push and step over each other; dalgona, as idiotic sheep use contraband lighters and sweat as a ticket to the next game; mingle, as the more irredeemable of the men yank women from their rooms and lock the door behind them. Sylus also values a purity that does not exist within himself, or not anymore: whatever he had of that is beaten to a pulp as hours pass behind an obsidian mask and he grows colder for it.

Richer, too, so powerful it’s scary— but that’s beside the point.

With every match he witnesses, he loses another scrap of faith he had in humanity. To be fair, he knows he’s no saint, he would never claim to be, but—

But when you come along— a bungling girl who’s landed herself in a debt she can’t hope to climb out of, surprisingly kind to the others but a bit too naive- resourceful, though, enough to inspire the success of several other contestants— his world tilts. A hand reaches through the static of his screen and dares to lift his mask. He sees your pretty face staring agog at the floating piggybank when he closes his eyes: the aquamarine jersey, the white label 109, seared into his conscience and there to stay.

And at first, he’s intrigued more than anything. It’s just curiosity. Maybe a little bit of mean amusement too, okay sure- he’ll admit it’s a whit hard to not chuckle when you cutely plead for the bathroom to a stoic guard(— it’s alright, let 109 in— ) who’s just not hearing you or nearly fall off your bunk amidst a very fitful sleep.

But those feelings that develop within the span of a couple days are nothing too crazy, nothing he can’t manage and process.

For a short time.

You seem a silly, clumsy girl at face value, your trembling hands, clear as day through the monitor, a blatant sign of the fear you do a damn bad job at hiding- yet it’s not enough to cloud your mind. You prevail through the games and pull some unexpected, winning move right when he’s convinced you’ll succumb to stupidity, a mistake (either yours or another’s), or the malicious will of someone you’d looked at as a friend mere moments before the timer started.

You’re clever. Adaptive. He’s reminded of bunnies and how even the smallest, fairest of creatures have the base survival instinct in them; you’ll do what you must to make it out of here.

Your half-baked plan of going along with the flow and later adjusting to it is as unreliable as it is unable to be helped- you don’t have much better options in such an unpredictable environment. It goes surprisingly well, though, and earns both the respect and attention of an otherwise unfeeling frontman.

Well, it goes well up until it doesn’t. It goes well until it’s nighttime and the lights go out and Sylus braces for utter chaos to unloose itself between the bunks— unexpectedly stiff behind his screen as he searches for your figure amidst a collage of thermal shapes. Your ragtag group of misfits (the unwanted: elderly folk, females and the disabled) is attacked and takes an impressive stand, but you’re just a girl at the end of the day, and your foes are more numbered, so much bigger and infinitely more cruel—

Sylus rushes out the viewing room, briskly replacing his ominous, black garb for a teal-blue tracksuit. There’s no questions asked; the guards carry on with their jobs quietly, noting their boss’s strange behavior with a little jerk of their heads but no outward shock is risked beyond that.

They give him a wide berth because the look smoldering in ruby-red eyes is frightening.

Sylus decides right then, in the unfurling havoc, that he’s sure as hell no saint but he can play the part for a few games if it means saving your ass now.

And eventually, when it’s dwindled down to just a few players, he’ll even be a martyr. He’s not entirely sure why he does what he does where your presence is involved, the measures he goes to— all Sylus knows is that he needs to protect you from the fucked-up, dog-eat-dog world (and maybe the consequences of your own financial actions), and maybe endear yourself to him in the process.

…What better way to endear yourself to him than to watch as he consistently puts his life on the line for you throughout the course of the next few games-? snarling in the faces of other hostile, foolish players while you’re cowering behind his broad back, guarding you like a hound as you rest, suggesting his arms as your ulitimate safehouse and whispering shh, sweetie, I won’t let anything get close tonight, so sleep.

To hell with all that— what better way to endear yourself to him than to die in your place?

So he does. Or, you’re all but convinced he does, and that’s all that matters.

In the last round, more or less the grand finale of the whole game, he goes out like a hero, sacrificing himself for you with a few dying words and a gentle command ‘to remain true to yourself’ as you cup his face for as long as you’re allowed before the red-suited figures almost hesitantly step over and drag him away. Sylus knows telling you his name is risky- even making a short cameo in the activities is life-threatening- but he can’t find it in him to regret it when you’re howling it over the speakers, knelt to the ground and ugly-crying as you shake your fists. No doubt you’re blaming yourself, deciding in your heart that it should’ve been you instead of him.

No, it should’ve been everybody else, kitten, and he made damned sure it was.

Sylus is charmed by it, readying himself by the door as a muffled hubbub of boots echo on the other side, committing your each and every kindness to memory. It wounds him, again to his own surprise, to see you so devastated and know he’s the catalyst for it, but a part of him preens when you’re so wrapped up in your own heartbreak over his supposed death that you forget your handsome cash prize entirely.

Unselfish girl. Beautiful girl. His chest puffs with pride. You really are his girl.

And in the end, all of these rotten games were worth it, the time and violence and the better part of his humanity. Even if you don’t quite realize that yet, stumbling through his door with wobbling knees and a ruddy face that quickly warps with a plethora of emotions- confusion, relief, and then a brilliant look of mortification that steals the breath from his lungs- even if it takes time and patience on his end to work you through it. He’ll gently assure that he won’t hurt you, that you’ll never end up as an insignificant player in those childish killing fields again.

He’ll scoop your broken pieces up in his strong arms and tuck you under his chin, to his breast, murmuring sweet nothings as he sends his watchful unit of guards a quiet look to leave the room. And of course they do because they value their heads.

“You did well, Sweetie- but don’t forget about your prize, hm? Tonight, I’ll give you more than you could possibly imagine,” he plants a kiss to your forehead, sickeningly tender, and knuckles aside the hair matted there, damp from all your needless sobbing.

He chuckles lightly, voice velvety soft. “I think some… thanks are in order, don’t you?”

[dclovesdanny]

Version two

Jazz Smith has made Lex Luther cry on three separate occasions, though she will remain adamant that the first and third time weren’t her fault. The first time, he cried because she thought he was an old man who was lost and he had to explain in detail who he was. The third time was firmly on Bruce Wayne’s shoulders. He was the one who had bumped into him, spilling his drink on his suit. Jazz was just trying to clean up the mess. How was she supposed to react when she saw the bomb strapped to his chest? Panic?

No, she simply made a fuss and used her minor tech abilities to make it look like the juice had turned off the bomb, leading to her loudly wondering why he was stupid enough to strap a fragile bomb to his chest. She just wanted to shake him, not make him cry.

(After that day, Oliver Queen hired her to work for him. Dinah quickly adopts Jazz emotionally, with Roy acting as a big brother. Lian adores her auntie Jazz)

Samantha Drake was a problem child, according to almost everyone who met her. She was a goth child who hated acting prim and proper like their parents wanted. Tim was the only one who understood her, supporting her veganism and later helping her prank Batman. (She and Bruce were rough and angry with each other in the beginning, but they still stayed in contact. Bruce grew to admire her stubbornness and conviction, while Sam could begrudgingly admit Bruce was a good man when he wanted to be.)

(She and Bruce never spoke about the night where they sat side by side on the clock tower. It was Jason’s death date, the first one since she and Tim had debuted as Robin and Crow. They never talked about how Sam admitted she knew grief, and she let herself tell Bruce a little about Danny. Only Alfred knew that the two spent the night reminiscing, sharing stories and anecdotes, until they arrived in the cave. None of them talked about the brief hug, the first hug Bruce had ever given her. They never acknowledged that night again.)

Tucker Thomas never left the Narrows, forging a birth certificate that labeled him as 19, even though he was barely 15. Duke didn’t call him on it. He visited often though, always keeping a suspicious eye on Bruce. He didn’t trust the man.

(Damian was the only one who bluntly asked him why he glared at Bruce. Tucker couldn’t figure out how to explain it at first, so he channeled his inner Danny. “He gives off fruitloop vibes. Gotta make sure he doesn’t start going all crazy with things like cloning or becoming obsessed with green goo.” Tucker immediately noticed how much Damian stiffened at that, but he didn’t say anything.)

Dante Constantine was only a child in demon years, though he looked like he was a teenager. He was doing home schooling for the time being as John worked with the bats to get papers made. He was a social and happy kid, smiling and chaotic but nothing cruel or barbed.

(John noticed how his son stared at the stars with a longing nothing seemed to satisfy. He noticed how warily Dante stared at the toaster, and how the terrible nightmares that caused his son to sob for hours often involved names like “Jazz” “Sam” “Tucker”. Most of all, he never forgot how his ex mentioned that Dante’s soul had been older, much older than it should be. John saw it too. He was more concerned in the slowly healing cracks in his son’s soul.)

Tonight, all four of them would be attending a party thrown by an old friend of Constantine’s.

Let the fun begin….

[facewithoutheart]

POV you get into an uber.

It’s fine. It would have been better if your sister could have picked you up from the airport but she’s got an exam. You’ve only been out of college for a few years so you remember what it’s like. At least she’s agreeing to come to dinner with your parents as a buffer for the news you have to share.

The driver’s name is Edmundo. “Eddie,” he corrects you when you verify his name and. Ok. He could have just put that into the system but whatever.

His car smells like pine-scented vomit but you’ve smelled worse. (Your sister rock climbs.) (Her shoes should be stored in radioactive bags they smell so bad.)

You pull out of the airport.

“First time in El Paso?” the driver asks with a native accent that peaks on El Paso.

So he’s a yapper. Great. “Actually, I’m from here.”

“Me too,” he says. “Moved back to be with my son.” He taps an picture he’s got taped up on his dash.

“Cute kid.” You’re not lying, although you are sort of wondering about the logistics to his unprompted statement. Downsides to being a reporter, and all that.

“You got any?”

You snort. A kid? On a journalist’s salary? “No.”

The driver—Eddie—looks at you through the rearview mirror. Something indescribable crosses his face. “Hah,” he says. “Right. Too young, I guess.” Before you can answer, he adds, “I had mine a year after high school.”

You take a second to look at Eddie and, yeah, you can see it. He can’t be much older than thirty. “Im not opposed to the concept; I just can’t afford one,” you clarify, and it’s as much the truth as it is an olive branch.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts. “Well. I’m not driving for Uber because I like contributing to global warming.”

He winces and you’re not sure if he’s regretting breaking the fourth wall of capitalism or confessing liberal leanings in a state where open carry is legal so you throw him a bone. “Also I’m a lesbian. A bit harder to conceive on accident.”

He grins and shakes his head. “I suppose not, although my good friend’s a lesbian and she has two kids. So. Not completely outside the realm of possibility.”

“Right.”

The silence stretches for a few turns. You watch his hands move on the wheel, the AC, the blinker. Good hands. Self-assured.

“How long have you been an Uber driver?”

“Uh?” Eddie seems surprised by the question. “A few weeks.”

“And before that?”

“I was a firefighter.”

And. There. There it is.

A journalist’s job is to root out the truth and you’ve found it. Eddie is a firefighter. This is not where he’s meant to be but he’s doing this. For his son.

“What’s your favorite save?” you ask and Eddie lights up like a Rockefeller Christmas Tree.

“And that’s when Buck jumped into the sewer,” Eddie says, laughing and shaking his head.

“God. What a nightmare,” you groan.

“Took him five showers to get the stench out. Sometimes he still claims he can smell it.”

“I bet.” You smile and Eddie reflects it in the rearview mirror.

His phone rings, actually rings, like, some vaguely familiar song from the ‘90’s playing.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, but not sorry enough to stop him from answering, “Buck!”

“Hey! Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Eddie squints at the rearview mirror, like he’s trying to do the math on how his answer affects his tip. “Sorta. I’m driving.”

“Oh, oh,” Buck drops his voice to a whisper, like he’s not currently on speakerphone. “I just wanted to see how—”

“Fine,” Eddie’s smile bleeds through the clipped word, “it went … okay. Better than, actually.”

“Oh. Yay,” Buck says. You can almost hear the way sunshine beams through his pleasure. “So everything’s—”

“Great. Chris actually tried to return the PS5. Said I should save my money.”

“God I love him,” Buck gushes.

“He’s gonna stay over the weekend. Watch Encanto again.”

“That kid’s obsessed with Bruno.”

“Like you aren’t?” Eddie’s voice turns teasing and your ears prick up.

Not that you weren’t inadvertently eavesdropping but something about the tone of Eddie’s voice …

Buck clears his throat. “Of course I am,” he says. “Bruno’s … Bruno’s great.”

You narrow your eyes.

“I should let you go,” Buck says.

“Nooo,” Eddie’s eyes flick up to the rearview mirror and you can’t resist raising an eyebrow, “but. Yeah. Okay. Call me later?”

“Or you call me, you know, since you’re the one working.”

“Hah hah.”

“I’m off until the morning.”

“I know. I checked your calendar.” Eddie runs a finger under his collar and lifts it away from his throat.

Interesting.

“Oh. Uh. I didn’t know you checked that.”

Eddie scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Cool.” Buck’s voice cracks in the middle of the word like a prepubescent boy. “So. Um.”

“I should be done in … ten minutes? Call you then?”

“Mm,” Buck says. “Yeah. So.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

Eddie hangs up, his finger lingering over where the end call button’s long since disappeared.

“Your partner?” you can’t help suggesting.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, both hands returned to the wheel. His knuckles turn white with tension and then slowly ease back into pink. “He’s back in LA.”

“Must be hard.” You’ve left someone behind back in NYC. It’s only been a few hours and you miss her like a limb.

“So hard,” Eddie rushes out in one breath.

“But he loves you.”

The assertion hangs in the air like a gauntlet. Like a challenge.

“He does,” Eddie says. He swallows.

It’s not exactly a counter, not a capitulation either.

It just … is.

“This is you, right?” Eddie pulls up to the curb of a house you didn’t see coming; can hardly recognize for all it being the most familiar building in your life.

“Yeah,” you admit. “That’s me.”

He switches the car into park.

You scoot to the curbside door. You open it.

Pause.

“Eddie,” you say.

It’s the first time you’ve said his name.

“Yeah?”

“You should change your name in the app. For clarity,” you argue.

He looks over at you like he doesn’t understand.

Ugh.

Men.

“If your parents called you Edmundo, but you prefer to be called Eddie, there’s no shame in making that clear,” you explain. “Most people, the ones who aren’t asshole at least, want to call you by the right name.”

Eddie frowns as he nods.

He still doesn’t get it.

You sigh. “Thanks,” you say, before shutting the door.

You watch him drive off before you walk up the sidewalk.

He’s not even out of park before you see him return Buck’s call.

Okay, Eddie. I see you, you think.

Hopefully it won’t be too long until he sees himself.

[glamourscat]

Can you maybe do a Shidou x Single mom reader? Shidou moved into a new apartment building because he got kicked out of the last one for being too loud or something alike, and his nextdoor apartment neighbor is a young single mom he greets sometimes, and she ends up asking him to babysit her toddler once because no one was able to take care of it at the moment and she was late to work. In the end the kid is obsessed with him and doesn't want to leave at first, but reluctantly accepts once they promise him/her they can play again.

Idk if that's a weird request or anything, but i think it would be cute. The kid can be a girl or boy, whichever you choose.💐

WHATEVER THAT MEANS | SHIDOU RYUSEI X READER (TIME SKIP)

so, i slightly changed it around, bc i found it hard to write for a mother who left her kid w someone who she barely knew :'( i made them on friendly base, so not super close but friendly enough for the reader to trust shidou into taking care of her daughter. I hope you like the fic either way, and i'm sorry for the little adjustment!

Loud. Inadequate. Noisy. Just a few adjectives his old apartment complex neighbors would use to describe him. And it’s not like they were necessarily wrong… but can’t a guy have hobbies? What’s the big deal if he wants to shout off his balcony in the morning as stress relief? Or sunbathe naked? It’s his house, after all.

But apparently, they didn’t see it that way. And so, embarrassingly enough, he got evicted. Football season was about to come to an end, which meant more days spent indoors, especially with the scorching summer temperatures in Japan.

It’s been over seven months since he met you. And he still couldn’t quite figure you out.

The first time you two met, you threw a shoe at him. The second time, you apologized for the shoe but still got into a screaming match over who stole whose package. The third time, it was a rainy night. He was restless.TV, phone, laptop, nothing could quiet his head. His eyes drifted to the window, and before he knew it, he was grabbing his jacket and shoes, heading out for a walk.

He didn’t even realize how far he’d gone until he found himself near the striking lights of the town center. He was about to turn back when he saw you. Standing there, soaked through, outside some cheap ass restaurant. His first instinct was to tease you, but then he took in your face.

Sorrow. Embarrassment. Pain.

And he didn’t have it in him.

You turned to leave before he could even step closer.

“Wait, damn it—”

“Don’t.” Your voice was quiet but firm as he reached out, catching your wrist.

“I don’t—I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Shidou huffed, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“You’re drenched. C’mon. Let’s go back.” His voice was strangely calm. Just like that he led you home.

That night, seven months ago, he learned about you. Your life. That you, at 26, the same age as him, had a three-year-old daughter. That the father was more absent than his own had ever been.

He doesn’t know exactly when the shift happened. When throwing shoes turned into spending late nights at each other’s places, talking until 1 a.m. and laughing over things that didn’t even matter. Maybe it was the vulnerability of that very first night you two talked. Or maybe it was realizing that, despite everything, you two weren’t so different. He just… expressed things more loudly.

And maybe that’s why, on his day off, he’s here. Babysitting your kid. A round, giggling toddler sitting cross legged in his lap, applying makeup to his face with the concentration of a professional artist. She’s rambling, some absurd story about nursery school that he’s pretty sure she’s making up as she goes.

God, he has no idea what he’s doing.

There’s pink sparkling eyeshadow smudged across his eyelids, uneven swipes of glitter on his cheeks and something sticky in his hair that he’s choosing to ignore.

“You look like a princess,” she announces proudly, clapping her hands together.

Shidou snorts. “Yeah? A hot one?”

The toddler tilts her head, considering. “Mmm… a silly one.” She exclaims with her hands thrown in the air as to emphasise her claim. 

He grins, flashing his teeth. “Same thing, nugget.”

As you walk through the door your eyes fix on the scene. You don’t know where to either laugh or to be worried for Shidou’s safety. Surely that many hairpins in his hair cannot be good for blood circulation, right? 

His eyes meet yours as he flashes you a stupid grin of his. He doesn’t know how it happened, how he got here. But he knows it feels good. It feels good to be wanted. And your kid, for whatever reason, is obsessed with him.

Which is a problem, when you move closer to pick her up and she immediately buries her face into his shoulder, clinging and gripping him like he’s the last cookie in the cookie jar that someone is also trying to take. 

“Nooooo,” she yells dramatically. “I wanna stay with Ryusei!”

“Kid, I’m flattered,” he says, patting her back, “but your mom will kill me if you don't go take your bath.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Sweetheart, you need to bathe. And eat dinner.”

“Ryusei can do it!”

Shidou chokes on a laugh and you shoot him a glare, but your daughter isn’t paying attention, she’s too busy gripping his shirt. Kicking her feet annoyed at the injustice of it all.

It reminds him a little of himself. That fierce, stubborn kind of love. The kind that grabs on tight and refuses to let go. She’s a kid, but he can feel that she’s smart enough to understand this feeling. So he tugs her away just enough to look her in the eye, his voice quieter now.

“Hey. What if I promise to come back?”

Her lip wobbles. “You swear?”

“Cross my heart.” He does the motion across his chest, then taps her nose. “I’ll come play again. You can even make me a clown next time.”

The toddler sniffs. “Princess clown.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever the boss wants.”

She hesitates, then, slowly and reluctantly, she lets you take her into your arms. But her eyes stay locked on him, watching as if she’s trying to make sure he doesn’t disappear the second she looks away.

Shidou leans back, resting his head against the couch. And, because he knows she’s waiting, he throws her a lazy salute.

“Later, nugget.”

She sniffles again. “Bye-bye, Ryusei.”

And just like that, she’s gone, carried off into the other room.

The apartment is quieter now, the warmth of her weight still lingering on his skin. He exhales, stretching his arms over his head and catches you watching him as you pop back in the living room. 

“You didn’t have to promise,” you say, voice softer than usual.

Shidou hums. “Nah. I wanted to.”

A moment of silence goes by. 

“You’re good with her.”

He smirks. “You sound surprised.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling. “Just… didn’t expect it.”

Shidou shrugs, leaning his head back again. He doesn’t know how to explain it. Doesn’t know if he even needs to. It’s just that love, in all its forms, has never come easy to him. It’s always been messy. Complicated.

But this? This feels simple. So yeah. He’ll come back. He will still pretend to huff and think twice before accepting. He will still tease you restless as per usual. But he will let your daughter cover him in glitter and tell him ridiculous stories and call him silly names. Because it’s easy. Because it’s warm. Because it feels good to be like this. 

Whatever that means. 

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[disassembly-required]

So I know it's common for folks to headcanon Khan was always obsessed with doors, and that obsession was more or less an arbitrary passion he had... but I can't help but feel there's a really important detail that, when considered, suggests otherwise?

In episode 4, when Khan is showing the contents of "Nori's kooky insane ramblings" closet, one of the things he quotes Nori said was "build doors against the coming sky demons"

I feel this implies

a) building doors to protect from the murder drones (that she apparently had an intuition about) was Nori's idea

b) Khan, on some level, believed this was a "kooky insane rambling" and not something he took seriously

(important to remember Nori had some level of memory loss/disorganized cognition when she was recovered from the lab; Khan didn't know the significance of her history there, and Nori wouldn't have been able tell him everything, only these ominous bits and pieces that didn't entirely make sense.)

Therefore, c) Khan likely didn't even start building any doors before the murder drones came, since in the exposition intro, the workers were otherwise just living casually, not hiding away in the outpost.

So I'm led to believe perhaps... when the "sky demons" were real and they killed Nori, Khan felt responsible for her death because he didn't listen to her. He didn't build the doors.

And perhaps that's where his obsession stems from, that fatal mistake he never wanted to make again. And we can say it's pretty maladaptive, since he became so preoccupied with doors, he was more emotionally invested in them than Uzi. But in his mind, he must have thought his life's work WAS all for her, to keep her safe, where he failed Nori. Khan also became way too comfortable in his maladaptive coping, feeling SO sure behind his doors, he would never have to actually face a murder drone ever again.

All that said, it also puts his actions in the pilot into a bit of a different light, when he abandoned Uzi. I don't think Khan was simply frightened seeing a murder drone and acting cowardly. I think he was having a flashback and a panic response. I mean, Uzi's appearance takes after her mother, yeah? It must've reminded him of Nori being attacked, which is.. even more harrowing with the heavy implication N was the specific murder drone who killed Nori. Even if Khan didn't actively know it or recognize him, looking at N's face filled him panic. He was being brought back to Nori's death.

I think there's a few different reasons he may have chosen to close the door. I don't think it was done in a sound mind "this is clearly for the greater good, only losing one drone instead of the whole colony" thought process. I'm sure that was part of what he was weighing the best he could possibly process. But I think another reason may have been the fact that he already felt like he already failed Uzi, and by extent Nori once again, and he ....didn't want to see it happen again. Whether he didn't believe Uzi's gun was strong enough, or believed he wouldn't be able to aim, or believed wouldn't even have a shot at all before N attacked him too, ultimately he must've felt like the scene would play out the same (we are left to wonder if Khan tried to fight back when it was Nori...) and he didn't want to see Nori (through Uzi) die again.

Which sounds awful of course, but PTSD will do that to you. You'll make terrible, impulsive decisions because your mind is trying to protect itself from further damage. Had Uzi actually died, I think the regret would have hit him like a truck and destroyed him. I don't think he would have stood by a decision he made during a panic attack.

Anyway I got a little sidetracked re: Khan's trauma, but my main thesis here was: doors was Nori's idea. Khan didn't listen until it was too late. Then his entire world became doors.

[martialartslover7]

Happy Birthday, Sakura. You deserve better.

You know me and Sakura have a troubled history together, but I will say, just for today, I really want to make peace with all this. Because, the more time passed, the more I realized, I was a dumbass for hating her this much to begin with. Since I neglected to remind myself of this shot of her, right here:

It may not seem like much, but remember the full context behind Sakura's tears here. Naruto is down in the dumps, but for her, it's not a mere obsession with Sasuke that makes her react this way, that's oversimplifying it in the worst way possible. And I say this, because let us not forget:

She feels responsible for this entire mess to begin with.

This is why she is crying. Put yourself in her shoes for a second, leaving all your personal disdain for her character side, imagine:

The love of your life left, for reasons, far beyond your control, making you feel like, not even your feelings for him could make him stay

The entire retrieval mission that you have insinuated, because you want him to see reason, and it ending in failure

Even worse than that, all the shinobi sent to bring him back, return crippled, like, being in the worst state imagineable, and you feel responsible, because they nearly died for a guy, you always believed in

She trained her ass off for three whole years, she became this strong, hoping to no longer be a liability

But what happens? It worked against one Akatsuki, but against the boy she loves, she couldn't do anything, he was way too strong

And let us not forget, before even getting there, your friend nearly injured you, losing complete control over his own emotions, feeling like a failure for not being able to bring your love, who is also his bro, back home, and the promise puts so much pressure on him

And then, they fail AGAIN

All this circus, all this hard work, just HOPING to do something, only for it to end in failure.

Again.

And again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

Now tell me, would you still be able to keep your tears from falling by that point? And questioning your sanity, and your abilities and self-worth? Because those had always been major weaknesses of Sakura. So, losing THIS badly again, must have broken her spirit in ways, that is tough to comprehend. As always, she feels useless, despite having become stronger and better as a person and shinobi, and yet, her best is just not good enough.

Also, I want you to put this in perspective, on all the reasons why you may hate her:

She loves Sasuke? Simp.

She never returns Naruto's feelings, despite him fighting so hard for her, despite her clearly not being interested? Thot.

She literally healed thousands of shinobi in her lifetime, especially during the war, saving Naruto's and countless other lives in the process? Still useless.

And every time someone tries to speak positively of her, all you do is consistently undermine her, even if she is right, or she does something cool and realistic, ALL. THE. TIME.

You consistently bring up "she treats Naruto badly", as if Naruto has ALWAYS been the innocent angel, considering how pushy he can be about his feelings towards her (she talked shit about Naruto as an orphan, ohhh, but let's conveniently forget that Naruto used the Transformation Jutsu to impersonate Sasuke, hoping to get a kiss from her, that's definitely not creepy at all!) and just, in general, being a complete asswipe at times, without even realizing it.

Please, give her another chance, and try to be lenient with her, even if not everything is put into pages or words about her character, considering how badly she has been fighting with feelings of inadequacy, never bringing the desired results, and yet still receiving hate from everyone in the fandom:

Think, before you start hating.

Happy Birthday, Sakura.

Someone like you is entirely wasted on the author and fandom you are stuck with.

PEACE.

[svt-kiki]

( 🩹 ) 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐈　　⌅ .

✦　𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊　/　confirmed

mark has a biggest ( celebrity ) crush on her ever since. for him, kiki is like a cool cousin that sometimes visit their places to hang out with his brother ( yuta ) and always sees her one of the coolest sunbae in the industry. it was hinted in radio and variety shows here and there, but expect the members people don’t really know the details since he even hesitated to call her noona.

the moment it went out to the public was isac in 2019, while kiki and yuta being besties as always, mark just being so blushy and shy all along. he even keep certain distance between them, tried to runaway at instance when kiki tried to reach him and say hi. nct boys are there for teasing him down to hell ( send this poor boy help 😔 ). his little dream was collaborating with her officially one day, and it came true when she gladly accepted the offer to be featured on his solo “fraktsiya” and directed the mv as well.

✦　𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍　/　unconfirmed ... ?

seems like we all know he would be in this list isn’t it… while mariah singing boy why are you obsessed with me he be like yeah why am i obsessed with her i do wanna know — kikyun lore is a bit complicated. they’re good friends ( with a good bed chem indeed ) and doing good with all of platonic communication and stuff, but the way he is literally captured by her, dream about her, obsessed with her — it’s a bit unhealthy, perhaps. all of this never begins if they hadn’t shared one night fling, but they did, and he’s still not sure it was a mistake or not. but the thing is, he is really good at concealing all these emotions for the friendship’s sake.

when it comes to monkiki moments, kiki and his hyungs — like minhyuk and jooheon — are more standing out because they’re extrovert and never shy about they fond of her. on the other hand kikyun is more reserved and quiet, but sometimes moncarats pointed out how close they seems in award shows or backstages.

✦　𝐉𝐔𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍　/　unconfirmed

it can be described in three words. he simps her. kiki knows the boyz’ members since she made choreos to some of their songs, sends flowers and gifts to their live and showcase time to time, being a good sunbae to juniors. juyeon knows she’s out of the league but it doesn’t stop him from the occur of admiration. these days they rarely come across in person but sometimes he send short text messages and keeps her replies as his daily breads.

✦　𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆　/　confirmed

everyone knows atz babies are bunch of svt stans but the way wooyoung looks at kiki with longing eyes is unmistakable. he’s bald enough to answer her name directly to the question of ideal type, said “someone who’s smile are bright and warm like kiki sunbaenim!” now it becoming inside jokes for carat and atiny. he greets her energetically whenever met her and now kiki bows back titterly ( succeeded fan moment for sure ). some atinies brought her pcs and merchandises to the fan sign and guess what? he receives with the brightest smile on his face.　

✦　��𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍　/　confirmed

she’s the leader of 4th gen kiki stan. they’ve been known each other before pd48 but getting closer after the program. kiki kept in touch with her throughout years, wished nothing but best for the journey when yunjin told her she’s going to college in states—even so kiki always knew, she’ll be a thing one day. yet after youngling’s past seemed drift apart from it, kiki never changed her mind. and she was right after all. meanwhile yunjin is thankful to her beliefs in her for years, coaxed her into hard core kiki fan. every time she went crazy and hollered to her performance in award shows—it’s a legendary kpop inside jokes.

✦　𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀　/　unconfirmed　

at this point audiences notice too many things in award shows but can’t be helped, it’s just such convenient. my just shook from the bottom recently because karina’s bob… it’s just not bob. it’s the perfect resemblance of kiki’s hairstyle in your choice era. the way it flows, the way it trimmed… it’s THE hairstyle, and they become suspicious, dig down the internet and found the tons of evidence karina following kiki with her eyes, smiling so hard when she’s speaking, being awe of her beauty on the screen… and list keeps going. currently no one expects drama but, who knows what will happen in the future?

✦　𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈　/　unconfirmed　

it’s… kinda obvious kiki is her ( celebrity ) crush, i mean just look at how yeji gets nervous and excite all at once when she’s nearby. kiki is her role model ( officially ) so it’s not that surprising even if she keeps the screenshot when sunbae texted how she’s a good performer and wish her luck, right? asking her out to grab the meal together must be her top 3 bucket list so far, yet kiki has no clue for her such longing and sees her talented cute junior and nothing more.

© SVT-KIKI　/　2025 .　

( tag list )　@smh-anon @jennwonwoo @angie-x3 @scarlet789 @cheeksung

[scoloale]

OCs that have crazy love triangle with Franco Barbi😭😭

Ophelia is a widowed midwife that Franco is obsessed with, in his eyes she’s exactly what he’s looking for (stern, cunning, older, motherly) and he wants her attention and favor any way he can get it, a special case he treats with delicacy because he doesn’t want to ruin what would be his perfect opportunity. Jude is to say…a coworker. He works for Salvatore as a collector, like Franco.

Ok now here’s where the soap opera starts

Jude is actually a closeted trans woman that likes Franco. She’s extremely quiet and curt, admiring Franco from afar because she knows he wouldn’t like her. When Ophelia comes into the picture, Jude starts admiring her too. It’s not like the others don’t look at her funny for how Franco treats her, but something about the way Jude looks at her is different. She looks at Ophelia with envy, admiration, desire. Ophelia is everything she’s ever wanted to be—beautiful and strong. She’s envious of how Franco looks at her. But what Franco and Jude don’t know is that Ophelia knows Jude is a closeted trans woman. Jude tries her best to fit the role of a man the best she can, including getting married. Her wife doesn’t see her as “masculine” or “assertive” enough, she feels unfulfilled by their marriage and finds other men who will fulfill her, leaving Jude alone. And guess what??? When Jude is alone she tries on her wife’s make up, holds up dresses from the closet she wishes she could wear, but doesn’t out of fear of being caught, or worse, ruining it and leaving it as evidence. And who sees all of this through her window??? Ophelia. She see’s Jude’s silhouette through the window and knows. She knows and she is here for it.

So she drops hints. Stares at Jude back, smiles at her, compliments her in ways that affirm her.

But Franco doesn’t like any of it, because to him, it looks like Ophelia and Jude have something going on. He’s jealous that Jude gets her attention, her affection. Especially since Jude is younger than him, it makes him feel like Jude is stealing the whole “mother” thing away from him.

So wow, totally wrong misjudgment of the situation brings him to kill both of them. Ophelia because if she doesn’t want him, then he doesn’t want anyone to want her. Jude because he sees this as revenge for what felt like stealing “his girl”

[crazyexshipper]

[elodieunderglass]

(Killie the jockey OC and his coworkers)

(Killie is absurdly strong! but also - this is important, listen up, Rossa - the instructions are written on the cap)

(As a dual champion flat and jump jockey, Killie is capable of opening jars and also immune to the lure of the single grape)

[sophiphi]

Guys. GUYS. listen to me- kate carter is a natural brunette. no i’m not just saying that because daisy edgar jones has brown hair naturally, there’s a picture of young kate and her mom that is shown in the scene where she comes back home. I caught it on my second rewatch. I mean ofc you could chalk up her darker roots to it just being a dirty blonde but no, she really is a brunette.

Which brings me to this thought- I wonder what Tyler’s reaction (along with the others ofc) would be when they see Kate with brown hair. Let’s say her blonde dye was growing out enough for her to decide to dye it back. Maybe she does it when she went back to NY for a bit before going back to Oklahoma. Will there be chaos? Definitely. Will Tyler Owens get a heart attack? Duh. Like, imagine the possibilities guys, hellooo

[moe-broey]

FUCK RECENT BOOK JUST ENDED?!?!???!!

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[senxitive]

I am having the worst post period emotional outbreak. Idk how to call it. I cant stop fucking crying at everything. Every moment I am awake I feel like I am mourning. In a different way than the everyday grief I have been experiencing from my ex partner.

Normally the emotional spiral happens pre-period. This is new. And I don't like it. I feel sick. Like I have been transplanted into the wrong reality. Like my whole life is cognitive dissonance.

[kakusu-shipping]

I have a really funny concept for an Azula reverse self ship (because I can't make a regular self insert work with her), and I'm trying to decide if it'd be funnier to make her a History RPF girlie or if the reason Zuko had to sit through Ember Island player's butchering Love Amongst the Dragons was because Azula had a massive crush on one of the characters and DEMANDED they went to see it every year.