#i don't want to be mean but it bothers me

[buckysdingus]

i have been obsessed with bob floyd lately!!

maybe an x reader where he has a rough day and snaps at her (nothing too bad) and he immediately apologizes but it hit hard and so she starts pulling away and poor bob is distraught?

thank you so so much <33

hard day

bob floyd x reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: bob has a hard day and when you try to cheer him up he snaps and he is… distraught to say the least.

warnings: bob snapping at reader but nothing crazy. lower case writing.

a/n: working on a looooong todd stevens fic so thought i’d go ahead and post this request!

requests always open :)

lewis masterlist

this was the third day in a row he had to do the two hundred pushups. he also wasn't able to hit any of the targets today. he felt as though he let him team down again.

bob has always been hard on himself. it was easy for him to become irritated at himself when he didn't go about the day in a perfect way.

you had the day off. you were part of the team but you stayed on the ground for the most part. you can fly but you job calls for your brilliance in the tech rooms.

you had comms with everyone but you were still, for the most part, alone all day.

when bob was done with his push ups, he came into the main building huffing and puffing. his arms were killing him, his joints hurt and he could feel a headache coming on. all he wanted to do was go home, take the hottest shower possible and go to bed. his soft bed and black out curtains were screaming his name.

you saw him come into with his head down. maybe you should've given him some space but you didn't what had just happened. you just saw what happened in the air and he's had worse days.

"hey bob," your sing song voice echoed through the building, "great job today,"

"i would've gotten my team killed," he said bluntly, not sparring you a second glance.

this confused you horribly. he's never treated you like this.

"bob are you-"

"leave me alone," he snaps, "i just did two hundred push ups for the third day and if that were a real mission i would've gotten them killed. you don't know what it's like being out there, in the sky under so much pressure. so please stop with the giddy attitude,"

you flinch back at the raise in his voice. he'd never talked to you like that. he never talked to anyone like that.

you clasp your hands together and squeeze them, "uhm i... im sorry," you walk back slowly.

you watch bobs eyes as they soften at your now changed posture. you've folded in on yourself and small frown replaced your always wide smile.

bob wishes the floor would swallow him, or time would reveres or he'd drop dead where he stood.

his stomach drops as he watches you. your frame shrinking, your brows pinching together in confusion and worry. why did he do that? it's like he blacked out.

his own hands began to sweat as his face fell. the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks that he just yelled at you. of all people to yell at: you.

he says your name softly, "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"it's- it's fine. sorry i bothered you," you say turning from him and walking back to the control room.

there were tears stinging at your eyes. maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, you knew he was stressed out but he’s never acted like that. towards anyone especially you.

every lunch was spent with you, every break spent with you, every long stressful night was spent with you.

he says you name softly then loudly again.

you close the door to the control room, wiping at your cheeks and shoving it all deep down. you’ll deal with it later.

bob walks to the door, lifting a hand to knock but going against it. going against everything in him that was screaming at him to just open the door and apologize.

he drops his hand, going against every fiber in his being. he gives you space, space you didn’t really want but giving it to you nonetheless.

bob feels as though his heart has fallen out of his chest. he feels like he just stomped on yours and is looking at a mess he doesn’t know how to clean up.

the rest of the day is filled with dread on both your parts. bob mopes around his apartment all day, starring at the clock, waiting for your shift to be over.

once that precious time turns six he’s at your door.

he knocks a couple of times before you slowly open it. sweatpants and a hoodie adorn your body and bob thinks you look beautiful. he’s never seen anyone like you, an angel he thinks.

neither of you say anything, you just stare. you decided you weren’t going to say anything to him for the res rod the day. maybe he just needed some time to relax and calm himself. he didn’t handle stress very well as you’ve learned.

“i’m sorry,” he cuts straight to the point, “what i did was uncalled for and i- i didn’t mean it. i really really didn’t. i was tired and stressed from the intense training day and i know that not a good excuse but it’s the best i got. i have been kicking myself all damn day for talking to you like that. i’m sorry,”

you let him talk through his apology.

you could tell it was sincere. you even began to feel bad, maybe you should’ve known it was a rough day from how the training in the sky went but you knew he didn’t have to shout at you like that.

“bob maybe we should just-“

“no please,” he pleads, “i didn’t mean a single word i said. i never want you to leave me alone. when i saw you my muscles relaxed and the tension diffused from my body. you were being nice and i shoved it back in your face, i know you don’t like that and i hate that i was the one who did. i hurt you. and please, never never hide that giddy attitude from me. it’s the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes,” he says it all with urgency. he needed to say it he needed to take back every thing he said before.

he didn’t mean any of it and he needed you to know he didn’t.

“thank you,” you couldn’t fight the smile that was growing on your face, “maybe i shouldn’t have said anything, i just know it was rough day and i wanted to try and make it better,”

“when i see you, you make it better,” he reaches out for your hand and you gladly let him take it.

you pull him into your apartment and your arms. your arms going around his neck as his go around your waist, pulling you in close.

what at first was a hug turned into kissing, then he picked you up and took you to your bedroom.

a couple hours later, bob is tracing little freckles scattered across your face and shoulders with his finger.

“i’m sorry again,” he tells you.

“it’s okay,” you tell him, your thumb hovering over his bottom lip, “i forgive you, now let forget about it, make me forget about it,”

[bumblebeeonthistle]

Could you write Suo, Kiryu, Sakura, Kaji, and whoever else you want with a significant other (us) who is filthy rich like billionaire level rich. And because of our wealth were always spoiling them completely rotten

WBK BOYS X (FILTHY) RICH FEM!READER

✰ Tags: Fem!reader, rich!reader, Reader x Sakura, Reader x Suo, Reader x Kiryu, Reader x Kaji, romance, fluff. ✰ Warnings for Suo’s part: Yandere, strong language, canon-typical violence, injury.

🌸Sakura Haruka🌸

Sakura isn’t used to someone taking care of him. Heck, he isn’t even used to basic human decency. That is, before he joined Bofurin. Before he came to Makochi and met you. 

He doesn’t know why you want to spend so much on him – so much time, so much energy, so much money, so much everything. It still baffles him, even if you’ve been officially…together, for a good part of a year by now.

He never tells you what he needs or wants. But somehow, you just know.

Maybe, it’s because you notice the way his gaze lingers for just a split second longer on a pair of sneakers or a specific dish on the menu card. Or the way he’ll actively avoid looking at the posters for a new movie that just came out. Or maybe, it’s the way he’ll huff at his phone, which might as well have been from the ice-age, whenever it takes forever to load or blacks out if he tries to type in a message over 100 characters.

Either way, you notice. You always do. And, before Sakura knows it, you’re gifting him a new pair of high-tech sneakers. Or you order him that ridiculously expensive Kobe steak he’d taken one glance at but then immediately dismissed because, who has the money to spend one month’s worth of rent on a single meal? Or you take him to the movies, ordering those VIP tickets where you get to sit in plush red seats so comfortable that he would’ve fallen asleep if he hadn’t been so transfixed by the screen, eyes never wavering from the moving characters on the giant canvas in front of him. Or you buy him a new phone, handing it to him with a small smile, saying,

“I already added my contact, so you don’t need to bother with that! Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll help you with transferring all the others from your old phone too – only if you want me to, of course.”

That’s also what Sakura likes about you. You never make a great deal out of it because you know he’s embarrassed that he can’t do the same thing for you. 

That is, except for that first time when he let it slip that he felt…guilty. Inadequate. Undeserving.

“But you already give me the whole world, Sakura,” you'd argued.

"Huh?"

“I mean, why would I want you to buy me a new phone when I can just do that myself? You don't need to do that for me to love you – no, I just love you for being you!” you'd beamed, slinging your arms across his neck and peppering his face with kisses.

“Huh?!” Sakura just knows his face must've rivalled the colour of Umemiya’s tomatoes in late summer. “That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense, silly!”

And then, you’d laughed, and Sakura remembers thinking that it might just be the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

🫖Suo Hayato🫖

Suo immediately knows you’re from a well-off family the first time he lays his eye on you.

It’s the way you move, your spine always straight and your chin held high, your steps small and graceful, making it look like you’re almost floating over the ground. It’s the clothes you wear, made from the finest silk and decorated with embroideries so small and delicate that he thinks he could spend hours just tracing the thin, golden lines. It’s the way you speak, words woven with such politeness and elegance that most people wouldn’t know if you were praising them or offending them.

Still, it’s not your posture, or your clothes, or the way you speak which makes Suo fall for you so hard that there’s no coming back from it.

No, it’s your smile.

Yes, he knows it sounds ridiculous – like something taken out of a bad romance novel. But it’s the truth. And anyone’s who’s been on the receiving end of one of your smiles will understand.

Your lips curl in the most beautiful way. Your eyes light up, making the entire room seem brighter, the colours less dull and the shadows less ominous.

And once he gets to know you better, it’s all the little things that make his love for you grow even more. Steadily, but powerfully, like the tides following the call of the moon. 

So, as soon as someone just as much as insinuates that he’s only together with you because of your wealth…well, Suo doesn’t take kindly to that.

His eye will harden, his jaw set, and his fists clench until his knuckles turn white and by then, only your voice or your fingers tracing invisible lines over his curled fists will bring him back from the burning rage clouding his vision.

It’s another thing entirely when someone insults you. His rage isn't burning then, but cold, so cold that it makes his surroundings drop several degrees in temperature. At that point, he doesn't think anything can bring him back from that calm, dangerous place his mind wanders.

It doesn’t matter if it’s to your face, or his face, or behind your backs – but if anyone so much as whispers one bad word about you…well, then they’ve brought their misfortune upon themselves.

It starts out as the typical gang fight during him and Sakura’s afternoon patrol around Makochi.

But then, he hears it.

“Tch. It’s that rich-ass bitch’s boyfriend. You think he’ll bring in a nice ransom if we capture him? Or maybe, if he's out of the picture, do you think she’d go out with me instead? I bet she’ll just--”

But he doesn’t get to say any more than that. Because just then, Suo lands a kick right to his face, knocking out several teeth and breaking his nose with a loud, wet, squelch.

There’s something dark swirling in his eye as he grabs the gang member by the collar of his jacket and then brings down his fist. Again and again and again and again.

“…”

“…Suo…”

“…cut it out!”

“Suo!”

“SUO!!!”

Sakura’s roar brings him back to his senses. He pauses, glancing down at the long since passed out gang member. Then, he looks up at Sakura.

Sakura looks angry, but not surprised. No, this isn’t the first time Suo has lost it when someone has offended you.

“I promised you I wouldn’t tell her the last time,” Sakura begins, “but this can’t keep happening. I know you’re pissed and I am too, but dammit, can’t we just focus on beating the rest of these guys and then leave it at that?”

Suo is silent for a moment. A dangerous form of silence that makes the small hairs on the back of Sakura's neck rise and sends shivers down his spine.

And then, Suo throws back his head, tassel earrings swishing around his shoulders as he lets out a short-breathed laugh. “Of course, Sakura-kun. You’re right.”

He unceremoniously lets go of the gang member who falls limply onto the paved street. Then, he turns on his heels, proceeding to calmly make his way over to the rest of the stunned gang members.

He smiles at them, teeth glinting in the harsh afternoon sun. “You're right, Sakura-kun," he repeats, voice soft like the silk of his jacket. "This isn’t the time to just punish one of them.”

🩷Kiryu Mitsuki🩷

Kiryu always imagined that when he someday got a partner, it’d be him spoiling them rotten. Like, what else is he supposed to use his ridiculous amount of continuously growing pile of pocket money on, gifted to him by his father as some sort of compensation for being so pathetically lacking in every other aspect of parenting?

Yes, Kiryu had always imagined it’d be him taking his partner on extravagant dates and pay for every meal. To take them to the amusement park maybe, or to the arcade so that he could use a thousand attempts on getting that one specific plushie they so wanted without thinking twice of the expense.

Never in his life had he imagined that he’d end up with someone even more well off than he is, as hard to believe as that is.

In the beginning, it had felt wrong. He wanted to be the one to spoil you. He wanted to pay for your fancy matcha lattes and strawberry cream crepes, for your dresses and jewellery and make-up when you went shopping together. 

He doesn’t want to pay for you just because you’re a girl – God no, he hates antiquated gender roles. No, he guesses it’s because, growing up, it was the only form of affection he was ever subjected to himself and thus, the only way he knows of.

But as he’s slowly growing comfortable in your relationship – with every afternoon spent playing gacha games and using either his or your father’s credit card to pay for pulls and rolls, with every evening stroll through the traditional gardens surrounding either yours or his family’s estate (he prefers yours, only because then, he doesn’t have to deal with his obnoxious father), with every trip to the arcade where you see who can get each other the biggest, cutest, fluffiest plushie first – he learns that it’s not about spending money.

It's about doing all the fun and silly and beautiful things together. With you. Whether it be playing gatcha games or tag, strolling through private extravagant gardens or public parks, going to the arcade to spend money or just to run around and look at all the sparkly prizes behind thick, impenetrable plexiglass.

As long as you’re with him, it doesn’t matter who’s supposed to do what and who’s supposed to pay for whom.

So, when you many years later fall to one knee, presenting him with two matching rings he just knows cost more than the yearly income of a normal household, he doesn’t think it’s strange or weird or improper that it’s not him kneeling in front of you.

Because gender roles be damned, and Kiryu’s never been more happy in his life than he is when he answers,

“Yes.”

🍑Kaji Ren🍑

Kaji thinks the hoodies you buy him look exactly like the ones he used to wear before he met you.

He'd told you it was ridiculous – that he didn’t need another grey hoodie to who knows how many tens of thousands of yen from some designer boutique he’s been too intimidated to even step foot into before. But you’d insisted, with those large, pleading eyes of yours, and of course he couldn’t deny you anything.

And after wearing his new hoodie for some time, he notices it. The way the sleeves don’t start fraying at the edges, how the colour never seems to fade even after many many washes, and how soft the inside is, making it feel like it’s almost lined with cotton candy.

So, he can accept the hoodies.

Fine. 

But then, all the other things start piling up.

The carefully packaged peaches delivered in boxes so pretty that he doesn’t dare throw them out. They’re just piling up in his room, neatly stacked in a corner. The expensive hair products you buy him, claiming that if he insists on dying his hair so often, then he should at least make sure it’s kept in the best shape possible.

And then of course, there’re the trips.

You know he loves amusement parks, so you’ve made it a habit to bring him with you around the country. To Disneyland. Universal Studios Japan. Fuji Q Highland.

You even bring him to Ghibli Park one weekend. It’s first later that he finds out you’d stayed up late every night for a whole month just to get those limited, first-come first-serve tickets – something not even money could buy.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” he grumbles once he finds out – from one of your friends who’d told Anzai who’d told Sakura who’d told him.

“But I wanted to!” you beam unapologetically. You’re looking at your phone, legs swinging back and forth as they tend to do whenever you’re excited about something.

“I think we’ve tried just about every amusement park within a day’s travel from here,” you hum after some time, scrolling through your phone with a thoughtful expression. “So, I thought next time, we could maybe do an entire weekend trip?”

Kaji shakes his head. “No really, it’s fine, we don’t have to--”

“Or, since the holidays are coming up, we could go to South Korea maybe! Or overseas – then, we can test if Universal Studios Hollywood is just as fun as Universal Studios Japan!”

You glance up at him, smiling so brightly that Kaji’s heart melts at the sight.

He lets out a huff.

He just can’t deny you anything, can he?

AN: This is literally my first time answering a request...I hope it lived up to your expectations, even if I took some liberties with the prompt! And I'm sorry about yandere Suo sneaking his way in here and if that's not for you, then I hope you enjoyed the other three pairings<3

[deerspherestudios]

Asking about Mycheal’s sense of morality and thoughts on kindness sort of got me thinking - what are his thoughts on justice?

Some examples on what I mean (that you do not have to specifically address!): If someone has harmed someone else, does he think that justifies hurting them back in any sense? And if someone in power continually abuses that power, does that justify hurting or killing them to prevent more harm in his opinion? Does it depend on the degree? Where does he draw the line? Or is it completely unacceptable - does he think we should always try to use mercy to solve conflicts? What about in situations where mercy can’t be used? And how does what he’d say verbally on the matter differ from how he’d actually act in a satiation where justice might be needed (eg. he says that he would never hurt anyone in any situation, but in reality there might be situations where he’d bring harm - or he says that he would hurt someone to prevent more damage but couldn’t bring himself to in reality). I’d be interested how his isolated upbringing impacted his thoughts on right and wrong as well - I’d imagine he prioritizes interpersonal relationships over the good of the whole (of any group he’s been rejected by especially), but, if so, by how much?

Again, these are just examples of generally what I’m going for by asking for his take on justice, please don’t feel pressured to answer any of the questions in that wall of a paragraph specifically! I’d love to hear your thoughts on his opinions in the area of morality in general - whatever comes to mind, even if it doesn’t relate to any of my example questions or the points I brought up. Thank you so much for your time and the love you pour into your work, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Oo now this is a doozy of a question, from an anon no less :-0! I actually love these kinds of questions, but save them in my draft for months until I'm up to answering since I wanna do my best for them haha. Now's the time for this question to shine!

Long!!!!!! (possibly mad?? character opinions about justice and morality???) ramble below:

Regarding justice, I find myself struggling to answer to be honest! While I, the creator, have my own views on it, I'm not sure how someone like Mychael would feel about the concept of justice. This kind of thing warrants a society, of which he is isolated from. You don't really bother to be justified if something you did was wrong unless it's in the eyes of someone else, if that makes sense? Otherwise you'd end up arguing with yourself. And when stuck between committing a crime to survive or moral righteousness, it's obvious which one he would go for.

From your example, he's not really the type to believe in "an eye for an eye" as he's a pretty forgiving person. But of course, an extreme situation would change his mind like any of us!!

Now morality is a pretty nuanced topic, but after digesting the question a bit and gathering my thoughts, for the sake of conversation, I think his sense of morality can be simplified into a few traits:

First, he tries to be kind in all situations.

In the past, he's seen cruelty and kindness, how humans are capable of both, and the effects of those actions. Whether it's towards himself or others, he obviously prefers the latter treatment over the former. No matter what, he'll try to do the good thing (or at least, what he perceives to be the good thing) in most situations. He's aware it's naive to think so, but when you claw for something to live for, he insists "kindness above everything" is the best he could hold on to without losing himself.

Second, at times, he will be self-serving.

Just because he tries to be kind, doesn't mean there aren't moments where he'll be selfish. While his self interest isn't his top priority, in the rare instance he wants or needs something for himself, he'll likely skew odds in his favor. This is kinda clear from the game itself with how he treats MC when they start pulling away from him (another example is how he got his chickens and it's implied he does shoplift groceries/supplies no matter what he wants you to think.)

And finally, mercy is a tricky thing.

Let's say we equate mercy to forgiveness or compassion. Already in the game we see Mychael being callous towards the injured rabbit but also refuses to kill Rosie even though she doesn't really serve a purpose anymore other than being an attachment for him. With that said, you are definitely correct in saying "he prioritizes interpersonal relationships over the good of the whole" since with his background, interpersonal relationships are few and far in between. He might forgive a lover of his for murdering someone in front of his face, but wouldn't do the same for a stranger. He doesn't have the same sense of a judicial system like us humans, so with the above traits combined, he'd brush off the frankly heinous crime easier than most.

I hope that answers the question? Re-reading my answer a bunch I'm not even sure if I gave the points you're asking for but mmMM I spent spoons on this so have it like so 🫴❤️❤️❤️!!

[eevyerndracaneon]

This post is kind of insane to me as someone who basically only plays Fate Core nowadays, which is much heavier on the narrative and plays more like a show or movie than like a jrpg

I think Dungeons and Dragons has extremely limited people's minds on what TTRPGs and DMing can be, and has led to forever DMs and people thinking they can only have a good game if it has the chance of becoming the next Critical Role and lasting for years and years and years (sorry CR for that being a side effect of your popularity)

In reality, TTRPGs are just games. They're just games to play with friends. One person tends to be "in charge" of making sure the game runs smoothly but that doesn't mean they can't be a player, that doesn't mean the players can't understand the rules deeply enough to keep things running smooth without the DM.

It shouldn't matter if the way you prefer hosting is via a chunky rules heavy game with years worth of original content straight out of your skull or if you prefer a shorter experience with more loose play to focus instead on characters or literally any other way you'd want to play. And that's true of any TTRPG system.

Modules are so incredibly helpful for people who need them, even if they can make their own stuff it can be nice to have something premade as a little experience. Sooo logically that means that they should exist in some capacity whether it's official or fan made. I don't see why it's even remotely necessary for someone to imply they're not needed in a TTRPGs list of materials

I guess it's all because there's so much weird like...elitism??? Around the Right Way to play TTRPGs and it's so crazy to me as someone who loves DMing and using my own settings for anyone to be like...high and mighty about that specific combo being better than a module.

It's just a game!! You find the people who want to play the same sort of thing you do and you just go for it. If anything stresses you out then don't bother with it or try something different...because it's just a game!

Anyways people should peruse rulebooks and videos about the following TTRPG systems to see if they intrigue you: Fate Core, Mothership, Slugblaster, Triangle Agency, Delta Green, Mythic Bastionland

The more I think on it, and I know this greatly differs from what people have come to expect in recent years, but to me a TTRPG with no adventure modules is like booting up a video game and finding out the devs didn’t make any levels. Like I wanted to play this but I guess we’ll have to wait until someone in the group, who may have never played the game before, spends a not-insignificant amount of their free time in the level-editor throwing something together for us to play.

[sidedorian]

How They Celebrate Your Anniversary

I just celebrated my anniversary so I wanted to do some drabbles about my sweet household objects. If i got spicy I would be here for weeks so forgive me for keeping it clean this time!

Characters Included: Tony, Chance, Parker, Hector

Assuming Post Realization pre actual end game, be warned. Photos pulled from Pinterest, all credit due to their original owners and I can link to the pin if needed. Also not Beta read so forgive anything I missed.

Tony:

The man has reminders leading up for the week to make sure he has something planned for you. He has to get home and make sure that you don't know he's home and that's a nightmare in itself because he has one of those tracker apps so you know when he lands when he is traveling. Even if you weren't dating him you'd worry about him traveling, he can be so easily side tracked especially in new places from what you learned the last time you visited him. Thankfully you don't seem to bother checking it when he isn't supposed to be flying and he has learned that you need to be told when that happens for your sanity.

Once he is in town he really actually does not know what to do with himself or the newfound free time. He has two days to figure this out and pray you do not see him around town, which is likely because you are still a hermit as far as he can tell. You deserve to be, your famous and handsome boyfriend makes sure you are very well taken care of. Which means that he actually has to go all out for this one.

After a lot of thought and mostly actually getting sucked into home renovation shows and reruns of his own program he loses all track of time and has very limited inspiration for this big fancy dinner he had planned for the pair of you. He decides to wing it and take you someplace comfortable and familiar. He can make it up to you if he has to after all.

He surprised you a day earlier than you expected him. A knock at the familiar door and your stunned expression before meeting him in an almost desperate kiss. Your arms circling around him and half dragging him in the house with you.

After the shock and actually getting, mostly, presentable you are glued together. His arm around you on the couch while you actually sit and catch up. Tony pressing little kisses into your neck or your temple while you finish your shows before your willpower all but crumbles and you drag him off to bed.

The actual anniversary dinner comes the night it was planned, and to your absolute delight you actually wind up at the restaurant that you had been to so often when he was in town that it had become your spot. Your visits were few and far between but they always seemed to remember the sweet couple who came in a few times a year. They go above and beyond this time the second they learn you are celebrating.

The end of the night is beyond perfect, wrapped in his arms and listening to him comment on episodes of his show with you. You wind up falling asleep with his arms around you on the couch, sinking in the warm and familiar scent of his cologne. Not even waking when strong and steady arms help guide you to bed and his weight settles against you.

Before he leaves, as always he does take a look around the house and makes sure to fix anything he sees that needs a handyman, for old times sake of course.

Chance:

It is everything to him that you have a good night when the time comes. He has spent weeks planning the perfect fantasy themed evening for the both of you. He of course makes sure that you actually want to do everything he has planned. He knows that what matters most is that you both have fun with it.

Chance wants nothing more than to make this night magical in every sense of the word. You help carry all the weight he picks up at work and are there to support him and his passions. It only makes sense that he would want to show you he appreciates that.

Since you both bonded over the love of fantasy and tabletop it tracks that it is a big part of the relationship still. That doesn't mean it has to be the only thing. Which is why you are consulted on everything when it comes to planning your perfect night together.

You want to try out that new place that opened downtown? No problem he'll see if they have a table. You want to adventure outside for the day? Awesome, he'll go looking for some new trails for you two to check out together.

Really the only thing he really wants to do is check out the newest movie that just hit streaming just in time for you to check it out together. The pair of you had not been able to make it work to get to theaters to see it. Which worked out now that he was looking back in hindsight.

Chance is the one to pick you up, flowers in hand even if they are the newest building kit variety. If he knows you aren't the biggest builder yourself he will have assembled them for you. A sweet kiss for you once you step out to join him in the driveway. He is all smiles from the second he sees you at the front door all through dinner. As always he is perfect parts listener and conversationalist, a skill that he has only improved through study and practice at work.

On the way home he swings by a little shop and lets you pick out the snacks for your movie night, more than happy to make sure you are just as happy as he is in all of this. Getting swept up in conversation and just how well everything has been going so far and the smile stretching across your features. 

Back at your house you settle against him with snacks in hand, his hand lazily tracing against your back and your arms as you watch, squeezing you a little closer every time you look up at him. Occasionally feeling a peck to your temple or the top of your head when he can’t help himself. 

The pair of you finish the movie and wind up talking in depth about it all the way upstairs and as you get ready for bed. You admittedly getting a little lost in Chance's excitement and letting him keep you both up a little later than you wanted. Not that you were one to complain when you woke up with his arms around you and the shiny light of a new metallic d20 on your bedside table with a heart engraved over the twenty face.

Parker:

Of course he gamifies it. Parker makes the most elaborate city wide scavenger hunt that starts at your favorite breakfast spot and has you traveling through the city to all the places he knows you love. You only see Parker himself at each of your meeting spots, his expression just as pleased each time you find him. A tender kiss or a peck on the cheek exchanged for the next clue and the promise to see you soon. 

Parker himself is a little bit of a clue, helping you spot him in the small local bookstore as you were crossing the street and catching him through the window, dyed hair and tattoos making it all the easier to spot him in the crowd. But then again that had to be part of the game, you could get pretty close with clues but you still had to find him after all. It is a lot of fun watching him trying not to look for you only to light up when you come into sight. 

He wants to win of course, but in this case that means that you also win. Working as a team as you almost always do these days. When you finally get the final clue from him it leads you to a local gaming bar that he had been trying to get you to for months. 

He's waiting for you at the door almost out of sight. The first location you actually have a hard time finding him in. But he beacons you over with his usual enthusiasm when you almost walk right past him. His arm catching yours easily and his voice cutting through the crowd. He has already managed to snag you a table and has reserved your spot with a game that he knows you actually love. 

Drinks, dinner and a round of one of your favorite games has you killing more time than you imagined and the sun that was just started to set has now fully turned into the dark of night. Which, on top of managing to lose to Parker again, is the cue to start making your way home. You check covered by Parker with the wave of a hand, unless you really press. He wants to treat you but also doesn’t want you to feel like he’s forcing that on you after all. 

A short trip home and settling into the couch leaves you with the last planned activity of the night. A classic game of Monopoly, which of course you stand no chance in beating Parker in. He practically invented it and every time you have played together he has beaten you. Though the catch this time with a little twist, inspired by an older movie, paying with clothes. 

By the time you called the game in favor of retreating upstairs he has managed to steal just enough to leave you mostly decent, if not a little chilly compared to him now hoarding half your clothing in his lap. When you wake the next morning he is draped over you, half pinning you to the bed as usual with the birds singing on the windowsill outside. 

Hector:

Hector of course wants to do everything he can for you. A whole year has passed with you being kind enough to give him the life he has now. As always he wants nothing more than to make you happy, but today has to be perfect. The only way he knows to make sure that he can make it perfect means staying home, a perfect cozy night inside and just each other for company. 

He does all of the prepwork needed to make it magical of course. He handles the shopping and plans the rest of the entire evening. Which means that he does agonize over the details, just to make sure it is as perfect as you deserve. Hector scores your shared messages for little details to make sure he gets you just the right gift as well. This is the most stressful part of the night together. It had to be perfect, had to be everything you desired. 

Of course he wouldn’t hear that you were more than happy to just spend time with him, that was the whole point of an anniversary. Which he of course knows already, he just needs to make sure that it is perfect. When he is finally confident enough to serve the meal he waits in nervous anticipation as you took the first bite only to sigh in relief that he had managed to make something decent when you made a satisfied noise. 

Hector was quiet during dinner, mostly content to listen to you talk about whatever was on your mind from the week, watching closely and memorizing your facial expressions as you shared a story from your mid-week shopping trip. You really were so beautiful when you spoke it was mesmerising. He could listen to you talk for the rest of his life. Your voice was so soothing and to know you were so focused on him made heat creep into his cheeks. 

After dinner he lead you to the living room settling beside you on the floor in front of the fire and producing a pair of novels, identical in every aspect. One for you and the other for him. The plan was to spend the night at least enjoying each others company and finally let him share the latest of his novels with you. Of course he plans on reading it to you in front of the fire while you are both curled up under one of the blankets. 

It is a very cozy end to the perfect date night at home, his warmth pressed against yours as his voice fills your world, pulling you deeper into his writing as you get a private preview of the latest novel. Hector was alway so skilled with his words and that was only highlighted by the perfect inflection he had reading to you tonight. 

Another year on earth made better by Hector and his familiar, dedicated presence lulling you to sleep by the fire while he continued to read. It came as no surprise that you woke up exactly where you fell asleep, your head trucked against his shoulder and curled up under a comfortable blanket. 

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Peeks in.

If requests are open... perhaps a small drabble of human Sebastian and the reader exploring the blacksite pls? Tis dangerous to go alone ( ´ー`)

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summary : after manging to convince sebastian to leave his shop, you both explore the blacksite together.

tags : profanity, human!sebastian, and some violence.

note : waves as you peeks in. anyways, i hope you enjoy, and thank you for requesting !

"no."

"yes!"

"no."

"yes!"

"no." sebastian's words were firmly spoken while you frowned at him, and you crossed your arms. "why not!? i'm sure you're bored as hell in here, and i don't want to die to a pile of black goo in a locker!"

"last time i checked, i'm not the one who signed up to explore this place." his remark was followed by him peering over his shoulder to look at you, "and the reason you keep dying to that pile of black goo is because you refuse to read any of the documents i give you. at this point, i'm convinced you can't even read."

you grumbled in response at his words, but you didn't deny them. he wasn't wrong, necessarily. you never read the documents because you couldn't be bothered to, and that was probably the reason you keep meeting your demise.

or it's because you get so frightened once you hear angler that you don't check the lockers.

you watched in silence as sebastian picked up a battery from his table, and he turned to face you while fidgeting with the object in his hand. "so, are you gonna buy something? i don't sell common sense here, by the way..."

"can i buy you?"

he paused for a moment while he blinked at you a few times, and he gripped the battery tightly in his hands. "i'm going to give you five seconds to elaborate on that before i kick you out."

"how much data would i have to give you for you to come explore with me?"

a scoff left his lips as he shoved the battery into his pocket, and he placed a hand on his hip. "ten-thousand data."

the offer was announced in a sarcastic way that informed you that sebastian didn't believe you'd have that much, but as you took off your backpack and tossed it at him, he narrowed his eyes.

you had to be bluffing.

he caught the bag before unzipping it, and he pulled it open as he peered inside.

he didn't know how you did it, but by the looks of it, there was roughly about ten-thousand data in your bag.

"how—did the researchers just leave everything here?"

his question was ignored as you gestured towards the vent, "can we go now?"

usually, sebastian wasn't one to stay true to his word when it came to stuff like this. he could easily just up the price or deny you, but when his eyes flickered up to meet yours and he noted the stubbornness in your eyes, he knew you weren't leaving without him.

a low sigh left his throat as he zipped up the bag, and he tossed it to the side. you watched him the whole time, and he stared at you for a moment before crossing his arms. "well? lead the way before i change my mind."

your eyes lit up while you smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes as soon as you rushed over to the vent and crawled through it. he walked over before kneeling, and he let out a quiet groan.

he was too old for this.

he made his way through the vent before he reached the other side, and he slowly stood up as he looked around.

he had scavenged nearby areas for stuff, so he had some knowledge about the layout of this place, but it didn't mean he was happy to do this. the layout was predictable, but the creatures were not.

"are you excited?" your words were filled with joy while sebastian's eyes flickered towards you, and he forced a smile. "thrilled."

you only shrugged at his obvious sarcasm before making your way towards the next door, and you pulled out the keycard you had gotten from sebastian earlier as you placed it in the door.

a soft noise rang out while the door clicked, and you took the card about before gesturing sebastian to follow you.

he trudged behind you as you both walked into the next door, and you changed your direction to open a few drawers. they were all empty, and it made you frown as you closed them.

you looked over at sebastian, and he stood in front of a locker while he looked around. you could tell that he was regretting coming with you.

and it only worsened once the lights started to flicker.

"i hate this guy...he always has to make such an entrance." sebastian mumbled, and you only rushed your way over to sebastian once you heard the screeching getting louder.

you hastily opened the locker before you grabbed his arm and pushed him inside, and you froze for a moment as you noticed how little space there was.

the sound got louder while you remained outside the locker, and sebastian grasped the collar of your jumpsuit before yanking you inside.

the locker doors slammed shut while it started to rattle, and your head was pressed against sebastian's chest as one of his hands rested on the back of your head. it prevented you from moving as you heard the sound eventually fade away, and you tried to pull back, but sebastian wouldn't let you.

"isn't it gone—"

"shut up." he seethed, and after he went quiet, you noticed the sound ringing out once again. hadn't the monster already passed? why was it coming back?

the locker started to rattle again, and your head was pushed more into his chest.

a stern expression was on his face, but for some reason, there was also fear in his eyes. he held you close while his other hand rested on the wall of the locker, and when it was silent this time, you didn't assume that it was over.

you stayed put, and you only shifted once sebastian pushed open the door with his foot. his hand moved away from the back of your head while you stepped out of the locker, and you looked around.

everything seemed fine. a few lights had gone out due to the monster, but the couple that were left were enough for you to see sebastian.

you took a few steps away before turning around, and sebastian peered at you in a way that said 'are you serious'?

"what? i didn't know it came back twice!" you tried to defend yourself, but sebastian only hummed.

"if only there was a certain file given to you by a certain someone that would've told you it rebounds twice!" sebastian mocked as he stared at you with a forced smile, and it fell into a frown. before you could remark his words, you noted a light flickering, and your eyes widened. "IT COMES BACK THRICE!"

you hastily turned around to open the locker that was behind you, and you heard sebastian call out. "NOT THAT LOCKER—"

his warning was too late, though.

the doors to the locker we're flinged open, and purple eyes stared at you before you felt a tentacle wrap around you.

as you were slowly lifted up, you peered over your shoulder. "SEBASTIAN, HELP ME!"

he stared at you in annoyance before looking around, and it was obvious he was debating helping you.

"ARE YOU REALLY DEBATING MY DEATH!?"

"i'm debating if this should be a lesson or not."

a scream only left your throat, and you heard sebastian let out a dramatic groan before his hands grabbed your shoulders.

he ripped you away from the creatures grasp, and you fell onto the ground as sebastian walked up to the locker and slammed the door shut. the door was kicked a few times before sebastian shouted.

"KILL YOURSELF!"

[mullermilkshake]

Half life, half chance

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

Jinwoo takes a chance.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fen Dead!reader Tags - Graphic depictions of Violence/Blood/Murder, Angst, Hurt, Grieving/Loss, Knives, Cremator, Threats

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“What do you mean, half life?” Jinwoo stared off right through him, feeling his legs give out a little.

“I mean she’ll come back, but she’ll be half the person she was. They all come back differently… some talk, some don’t. Others, they just walk around aimlessly, or they might do basic stuff. It all depends- oh, and they don't react well ter healers, so don't bother tryin'.”

“What do you-“

“They were never s’pose to exist again. Healing them after won’t work. Death won’t let yer cheat it that easily.” He rubbed his hands together again, and waited for Jinwoo’s response. “So? Yer want a day with ‘er, or longer?”

“You said you could bring her back…”

That’s where hope fucking got him.

“I can, just not how everyone wants. There’s always an expectation, that’s why I stopped doin’ this. I only came because the preppy boy paid me to come help ya.” 

As soon as Jinwoo saw his aura fluctuate, he grabbed his hands and pulled him away. “I want her back for good. Not a day, not as a fucking zombie, a person, who she was before she died.”

What was the difference in making you a shadow? At least being a shadow, he had a chance in helping you gain your speech back, you’d still be able to hold your children. You’d still have some sort of personality.

“Full, perfect things come at a cost, I aint willin’ to give that up for someone I don’t know.”

“What is the sacrifice?” 

His life for yours? In a heartbeat. 

“To give life, the reaper gotta take it away. It’s my ability, so my life is on the line.” Seok pulled out his tissue and wiped his nose again, sniffling in the misty cold of the storage room. “So I’ll tell yer what I told everyone else that asked what yer askin’... grieve and lay the dead to rest, or you’ll regret even askin’.”

“But…” 

“You either wake ‘er up and say goodbye, or let her go. Those are yer options. So decide. I’m getting paid fer this either way, makes no odds to me.”

“If it’s your life that has to be taken in order for her to come back, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“Sorry?”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you and bring her back myself… either way, I win, and she lives.”

“Go ahead and threaten m’life, boy. You ain’t the first to try yer luck on me. It won’t work, so make yer decision and be a man. Just let her go.”

“No.”

The room fell dangerously silent between the two men, the background humming pumped cold air into the room with mist mixing with their own breaths. The pause was stiff, agonisingly deadly to the point this place would be a tomb entirely. Seok’s final resting place at Jinwoo’s hands.

“You’ll end up hurtin’ yerself.” Seok rubbed his hands together again after. “But who am I to tell yer what to do?”

Seok’s aura came out like magenta flames from his fingers, engulfing your body like a blanket. You neither moved nor breathed from what Jinwoo could see. Seok gritted his teeth, hands stiff and shaking until they dropped at his sides, nose bleeding and dripping down his lips.

“Nah, there’s nothin’ there to bring back. Whatever there was, it’s gone.” Taking the tissue out, he dabbed his nose lazily until it was clean.

“You didn’t even fucking try…” Jinwoo snatched the man by the cuff of his dull coat, his knuckles going over white. “I said to heal her fully. Not partially!”

“Yer putin’ yerself in a world ‘a hurt, boy. Don’t do it.” Seok’s expression remained emotionless, a little blood seeping from his nostril again.

“Heal her fully, or I’ll end your life right here. It won’t take long, so don’t piss me off and waste my time more than you already have….”

”Good luck.”

”If you do what I say, your death will be quick, I can assure that. If you don’t… It'll be painful.” 

He sniffed, staring Jinwoo dead in the face. “I told you, I ain’t scared of some kid threatenin’ me. So, do yer worst-”

Jinwoo slit his throat from ear to ear, deep enough to sever his jaw, but not enough to allow him a quick enough death. He didn’t deserve it, not being a selfish, fucking prick. Jinwoo stood there while he tried to grasp at his pants, claw at his shoes in squelching gargles.

“This could have been so much smoother had you actually done what I asked… I don’t give a shit about you, or what you can do, not anymore. I have a better use for you dead, so just hurry up and die already.”

In minutes, he stopped moving, the surprised and scared look in his eyes faded alongside his life, his aura. Just another body laying in his own blood of a decision he made himself.

“Arise.”

The man’s shadow arose from its body, standing there just as hunched over as it was before, grunting and gormlessly staring across the room.

Notification

[Skill: Shadow extraction] is successful

Lv.5 Necromancer

You may bestow a name.

“What was his name again?” Jinwoo wasn’t thinking clearly to name him now. “Liar.”

The system named him, disappearing out of sight so Jinwoo could use him. “Heal her fully, bring her back.”

Jinwoo stood there anxiously waiting, tapping his fingers on the metal table, waiting and cursing to himself while ‘Liar’ worked the supposed magic he claimed to have while still living.

“Hurry up.” He said, watching him work and rubbing his hands, but nothing came of it.

Then, the shadow lowered its hands, stepping back with a firm shake of its head.

“Nothing?” Jinwoo’s jaw tensed, his fists shook and tempted his emotions to flair. “What do you mean nothing?!”

Too late.

Another necromancer was useful in his shadow army, but being C-Rank had its limitations, and capability of pissing him off. Jinwoo was desperate, and panicked. He shoved him away back into his shadow and stood by your body in one last act of despair, something he knew he’d regret.

Hands trembling, lip quivering, one word that would haunt him.

No choice. He promised his babies they’d see their mother again.

“Arise.”

Nothing.

“What?” Absolutely nothing. Not even a system notification.

“Arise.”

Still, nothing.

“Please… Arise. Arise- arise! Fucking Arise!” He slammed his hand down on the metal table, repeatedly, saying his trigger word over and over again until he became light headed, breathing the dry air in until it choked him.

“Please… Someone do something!” Then, he crashed out entirely. “System! You wanted to give me the secret quest so bad but I get nothing to go on to complete it! You bastard!”

He slipped to the floor right on his leg, skidding on the pooled blood on the floor. His shoes were as red as his heart was empty.

“How the fuck do I progress if I can’t get her back- I’d give it all away if I could be with her!” The power, strength, everything.

Maybe his past self was right? You would have been better off with him when he was weaker. But how did his strength match up to his previous rank back then, when he couldn’t ever protect you in the first place, and he couldn’t bring you back?

“I’d go back to my old life if it meant she lived…” He sobbed, burying his face in his hands to hide the sounds. “I’ll die if it means she lives.”

Jinwoo didn’t count how long he’d been in that cold storage room, starting to shiver and icing over his tears. He didn’t want to move, but eventually pulled himself up, planted a weak kiss on your forehead and stumbled out of the room.

How can I face Min-ho and Jun-hee now? They’ll know their dad is a liar…

“Mr. Sung? What happened to you- are you hurt?!”

A man ran over, coming to his aid with his jacket, wrapping it over his shoulders and walked him over to a chair.

“You’re freezing, how long did you stay in there for? Where did that blood come from?”

“Honestly… I don’t know.” Jinwoo’s stare pointed way past a thousand yards. “I just…”

“Let’s warm you up, I’ll get you a hot drink.” He ran off and when he came back, Jinwoo was still sitting as he put him.

“Are you okay?”

Jinwoo repeated himself. “Honestly… I don’t know.”

The man pulled up another chair and laid a blanket over Jinwoo’s legs. “I’m glad I found you, I was beginning to worry. I called you like ten times.”

My phone rang? I didn’t even hear it.

“What did you need?”

He looked away from him, bashfully almost. “Well, it’s not really appropriate to ask right now.”

“Tell me.” Nothing else could make the day get any worse.

“I called to start making plans for the funeral-“

“No. I need more time.”

“There’s six days left that she can be left on ice, planning a funeral takes time so we need to-“

“I said no.”

Keeping you in that room was the closest Jinwoo could get to you without you being out of existence entirely. If he had it his way, he’d keep you on ice forever so that he could still see you every day. That way you would still stay to see the twins grow up and Jinwoo could tell you what school they went to and what their favourite desert was.

If there was a funeral before he could work things out, then it made it truly real.

“Mr. Sung, please.”

Jinwoo stood up abruptly, having what little patience he had wear out. He threw the hot drink across the room and stared him down. “Don’t you dare think about touching her body.”

“Cold storage can slow decomposition down, i-it can’t stop it! She’ll decompose eventually and whatever memories you have will be replaced by how she’ll look in a months time! P-please, Mr. Sung, think about your memories! Everyone will need to grieve eventually and they could help you through it!”

A public funeral, the thought had never crossed his mind. Jinwoo wasn’t sharing you. He couldn’t share you with everyone else. If it had to be, Jinwoo was calling the shots. On his own terms until he could come to terms with it.

“No one is permitted to enter to see her. If she really has to go, then the funeral is just for me and our kids.”

“But, she was an S-Rank hunter-“

“I don’t care if she was god.” You were higher than any spiritual being he could ever think of and Jinwoo gritted his teeth at the man so he could bear down without violence. “She was my fiance… A mother, a human being. We’re having a private ceremony. If anyone steps foot inside, I’ll personally see to it that they never walk again. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.”

In the days leading up to your funeral, the news outlets were all over it, finally hearing of your death and how badly it affected Jinwoo. Civilians left flowers and called for justice when news came out that you had not only died, you were murdered. Jinwoo avoided being out in public like the plague to prevent a flash of a camera or misplaced quote, going out only when he had to and relied on Jin-ho to fetch things for him.

He ran out of ideas, had Igris take care of the body in the cold storage.

Shouted curse words in the shower so that the twins didn’t hear.

He often struggled to hold it together at night and lost so much sleep he became a zombie of his own, barely caring for himself and only putting in all his effort to keep Min-ho and Jun-hee cared for.

Jinwoo ignored calls from his mom and sister. Let the door knock on and on and on while he sat all alone in a sickeningly quiet apartment.

And when the day of the funeral came, Jinwoo wasn’t even sure if he should bring the twins with him, still in disbelief that he’d failed to do everything he could for you. He agonised over it for hours, back and forth on what was appropriate.

He decided not to take them.

But at the last minute, he did.

So it brought him to the present, standing over you with the twins in their stroller, napping quietly together as their dad said his goodbye to their mother.

“I failed you, baby… I was so sure that I could get you back, and I couldn’t do it…”

His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls instead of you. You laid so prettily in the dress he picked out for you, his favourite summer dress, yellow like sunshine with pretty white flowers you wore while you were pregnant.

“Please don’t go…”

Jinwoo brushed your hair before you were completely thawed out after they moved you here, on a metal slap that led straight into the cremator. He couldn’t bury you, not when he knew your body would rot and turn to mush in the ground like all the other hunters that lost their lives. Cremating you allowed him to keep you with him at home where you should have been.

Jun-hee made her little noises when she was growing fussy, a mimicked cough before she let her lungs do the taking. Jinwoo rocked the stroller which seemed to ease her a little.

“I wish I’d met you sooner. Maybe he’s right… maybe you would have learned to love me when I was weak- but I’m weak now, weak without you.”

Min-ho started too, whining in his seat despite being fed not half an hour ago. That in turn set Jun-hee off again.

“Shh, shh, kiddo’s. It’s okay.”

Jinwoo tried to be strong in front of his children, not letting them see their dad tear up and cry. But when he understood that his babies were just missing their mother too, how could he hide it?

“I know. I know you miss her. I do too.”

It was all getting too much. He bent down to stroke your hair and kiss your lips one last time, rocking the stroller with his other hand “I love you so much. That will never change. Sleep well, baby… I’m sorry.”

If he didn’t let you go now, he never would.

He watched you disappear into the cremator, struggling for his own breath and stood back as the door closed. Min-ho and Jun-hee were screaming, both red in the face like they knew. They knew this was the end. They hadn’t seen their mom since the hospital, and the next time they were watching her burn to ashes.

Jinwoo turned around to face the wall, holding his face in his hands, sobbing and just wanting his own mom to tell him it was going to be alright. He ignored the clonking of the machinery, but what he couldn’t ignore was the fact his children suddenly went silent, content.

When he looked, wiping his face with his suit sleeve, it was the strangest thing. The twins' aura flared up, like how it used to when you were pregnant. Only this time, they weren’t surrounded by their own auras, it was yours. Jinwoo recognised the sight of it immediately, reminding him of home, eating sweets while watching a movie, and cuddling under a blanket before sharing a goodnight kiss. His own comforts.

The twins were still in possession of your aura. They never absorbed it.

Jinwoo couldn’t tell if it was a goodbye, or something entirely different, however, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it in case it vanished for good.

And it did.

Followed by a noise once the babies started to cry again.

A noise.

Banging on the door, from inside the cremator.

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work, thank you!

[karanseraph]

debated whether I should reblog this older post, considering I have posted maps and lists and lore here myself.

But, when I share the lore related to my WIP fic, I know what aspects are canon and where canon(s) lack and the needs of the work mean I have to worldbuild. And I worry now I haven't always been clear what parts are canon or headcanon or possibly fanon.

I know one work doesn't make fanon. The memetic repetition *does*.

And this week, It's breaking my brain that we, collectively in Transformers fandom, now have fics using "servo" to mean hand (literal, anatomical).

And I just wish our fandom could grasp, that's not what a servo *is*.

There's likely servomotors all through a mechanism.

in Transformers Animated "servo" does get used in place of "hand" in *some* contexts.

Those contexts mainly involve "anatomic euphemism". There's a dedicated page about these euphemisms on tfwiki.

OK?

Lend a hand becomes "lend a servo". No one is literally detaching a hand in this case, it's about contributing assistance and effort, often involving hands, where the hand is figuratively lent.)

"Don't just stand there with your pistons in your servos" would be too crude for TVY7 if they didn't use the euphemism. It doesn't mean all bots literally have a piston in reach of a servo or that servos can be *in* pistons. It's figurative.

"Five Servos of Doom" is clearly making allusion to "Five Fingers of Death". It doesn't mean servos is literally a finger or digit, either.

The canon use is idiomatic or euphemistic.

You can just use "hand" in your fics. I promise.

You can just use hand. If that specific bot has a hook, a pincher claw, talons, etc. you can use those terms. You can minutely describe what type of digits a given bot has, if you want, including saying servos are located within.

But literally using "servo" to indicate the whole hand, like some bots lays their servo on another bot's body/frame/chassis/parts just makes it sound like we do not know what a servo is.

You can be mad at me and keep on doing this and have a cleric lay servos on a bot. But I have read fics and glossaries very recently that use "servo" to indicte the whole literal hand and the rest of that fic can be lovely and that part really bothers me.

It bothers me because we didn't have good enough fandom resources, here on the reading comprehension website or elsewhere, to teach fans entering the fandom the nuance of euphemistic and literal usage of terms. It's our collective fault. I'm sorry.

Beware of Transformers misinformation, fans!

There are a lot of blogs out there who try to act like lore masters. They make charts of Cybertronian history and/or try to make long deep posts that reference Transformers lore. They seem complex and researched so people gobble it up and happily reblog . . . More often than not, I know they got facts wrong. It's painful to see everyone eagerly spreading it like the gospel! Especially when it is Transformers Prime lore. I own the books, I have read them many times, I have carefully summarized them in videos. Some people just skim a few wiki pages then feel knowledgeable. Gah! Tips for everyone else:

~Don't assume common trends like in fanfiction are canon. Concepts like "femme" and "mech" and "spike" and "valve" and "sire" and "carrier" are fandom creations. Traits given to certain kinds of Cybertronians like Seekers (example: Seekers are more sensitive) are also fandom creations. Characters may also be adopted by the public and re-displayed with character traits not truly found in their original source material.

~Don't assume the rules of one Transformers series applies to another.

~Don't assume charts created by fans are fully accurate. For example, a chart of Cybertronian lengths of time. Units of time are unclear and have different meanings in different Transformers universes. There is no one truth. Also, charts of Cybertronian Ages, from what I have seen, have been wrong. For example, excluding the Age of Origins.

~Do not use the fandom wiki for any research. Use TFwiki, which is accurate and links to sources!

I will always try to be a very reliable source of Aligned Continuity lore. I will crack open the books and point to whatever you need. Please be more critical and double check info before reblogging and liking people's lore posts, including mine.

[lsunstreakerl]

in which ollie experiences the emergency department.

2k, ollie POV, mentions of gore

Seb takes Ollie away from Charles. Everyone says it's for the best, because Ollie doesn't want anything to do with what Charles is going to be doing, but it also means Ollie no longer has the safety net he'd been relying on.

Charles ruffles his hair and says he'll be fine, suggesting to Seb that Ollie shadows in the ER for the day. Ollie thinks it sounds terrifying. Seb thinks it sounds great.

He's introduced properly to Max, who has to be pulled out of a conversation with Daniel about stroke rendering. He raises a judgmental eyebrow at Seb, but a smile ghosts across his face when he shakes Ollie's hand.

"I'm Max. You can hide behind me until,"

He flips his wrist up to check his watch.

"Ten. And then you'll be shooting chests. Sound good?"

Ollie swallows. He knows how to take a chest X-Ray in theory, he just... hasn't done it in practice. It's nearly eight now, so Max is giving him two hours to learn before he, what, expects Ollie to do it? That can't be right.

He nods anyways, because he's pretty sure saying no isn't really an option here.

He follows behind Max across two skywalks, takes four flights of stairs down to the ER, and gets entirely turned around when Max tries to point out the cafe.

Max badges them through an employee door that opens automatically, leading them into a wide hallway. Ollie peers closer and realizes his markers have cats on them— and his badge reel is shaker globe, filled with tiny drifting flags. It seems a stark contrast to the frown he's wearing, but Ollie is briefly mesmerized at the way Canada is stuck at the top for a moment.

The screaming starts a moment later. He flinches, but Max keeps walking, smoothly redirecting them to the left as Ollie makes out the sound of someone demanding to speak to... the queen?

He spots signs above the doors labeled CT1, CT2, and CT3, and there's a gurney being wheeled into the third room, surrounded by several people. He can hear multiple monitors going off from the bed, as well as low moaning, but he can't see through the people to catch a glimpse of the patient.

Max doesn't even look twice, badging them into a large room with two doorways on his right and his left, with another directly across from them on the other side of the wall. There's tables and chairs, and a counter along the wall to his left with four computers. Ollie can see a mini fridge under the water cooler, and there's a beat up backpack on one of the old rolling chairs.

"XR one is to the left, directly across from it is room two, and then three and four are on the other side. You're back here with me and Liam today— he graduated a few months ago, so he can show you the ropes if we get separated— and normally Checo is back here, but he's out for the week. They've been rotating in whoever to fill that spot. I think it might be Paul today."

He pauses, leaning down and pulling a Red Bull out of the mini fridge.

"This is the control room, so you'd be doing your documentation and image review here, but you don't need to worry about that yet."

Well, that's a relief, considering Ollie doesn't even know where he'd start with documentation. Does it go straight to the doctor? What if he gets it wrong? What if—

The door on the other end of the room swings in, and Ollie is blindsided and distracted all at once at the man who comes in. He barely seems older than he is, and he has a lime green long sleeve under his black scrubs. It matches his bright neon shoes, but Ollie can see royal blue socks between the hem of his scrub pants and shoes.

The whole thing... clashes. This clearly does not bother the new guy, who spots Max and immediately looks relieved.

"Ohhhh, I am so glad you're here. Here's the phone, and if you give me one second— oh, hi, you look like you're twelve— I'll go over all the things I've left on the board and why."

Max makes a dryly amused noise, taking the phone from him and clipping it to his waistband.

"You've still got an hour and a half on your shift, I don't know where you think you're going."

"...Diagnostic?"

"Nope."

He deflates, sighing.

"Please?"

"Still no."

Max turns, gently nudging Ollie forward so that he's no longer hiding behind him.

"This is Ollie, our new student. He's a personal friend of Charles', so play nice. Just shadowing today. Ollie, this is Lully. Lully, Ollie."

Lully extends a hand, firmly shaking Ollie's twice before he smacks Max on the shoulder.

"Listen to what he tells you. He's a jackass but he means well, and if you can get past his cranky, asshole-ish tend—"

He's interrupted by Max shoving his head down, broad hand messing up his hair.

"Ignore him, he's night shift."

Ollie nods weakly, and Lully winks at him.

"Anyways— nothing in Gen Med got done 'cause we had a group project MVC come in, and then I was trying to get the ancillaries done but acute kept piling up, and then I had to run another trauma while you were doing huddle this morning."

Max nods, eyes watching the two large screens on the wall. There's columns of names and exams, all sorts of abbreviations and details Ollie doesn't understand.

"Where's Gianni and Fred?"

Lully winces.

"Gianni got pulled to help CT, and Fred's been bunkered down next to outpatient triage for the last three hours."

Max nods, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Anyone get a lunch?"

Lully gives him an incredulous look, and he snorts.

"Right. I'll cover you, and you can go. When Paul comes in I'll have him cover Fred, and Daniel will take care of Gianni when he gets over there. Get out of here."

"Well fuck, don't tell me twice. See you in thirty minutes, Maxy."

"Stop calling me that."

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Max throws Ollie in headfirst. Sort of.

His first chest x-rays are done in acute care, sitting the patients up in the gurneys, and he rapidly realizes he's going to need to start going to the gym. Max helps with tube positioning for the portable, which Ollie is deeply grateful for, and he hides behind Max's back each time they shoot.

Max is also, as Lully had said, an asshole. He quizzes Ollie relentlessly on his anatomy with each shot, asking him what he would fix or what they could've done differently.

They have a patient who can't hold the right position, and Max pats Ollie on the shoulder as he pulls on the lead.

"Button on top shoots, you hold it down halfway to rotor. I'm going to hold her, you shoot when I say so."

Ollie blinks as Max secures the thyroid shield.

"Wait, what?"

"You got this Ollie, no worries. Mrs. Ruthford, I'm going to help you sit straight. On three—"

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Ollie is mid-sip of his water when Max's phone goes off with a rapid beeping noise. He can hear the sound mimicked across other phones in the ER, creating an echo that immediately has him startled, eyes darting around. The intercom crackles to life overhead.

"Attention all staff, acute trauma inbound to Trauma C, ETA six minutes. Attention all staff..."

It keeps repeating, but Max is already closing out of the computer, looking down at his phone. Ollie caps his water.

"Rollover accident. Looking like just the one right now—"

"Attention all staff, acute trauma inbound to Trauma B, ETA eight minutes. Attention all staff..."

He sighs.

"Yeah, I should not have said anything. Ollie, grab lead from the other room. Your job is to observe and stay out of the way. If you think you are going to throw up, do it quietly."

Someone else darts in from Room 2, a shorter man with brilliant blond hair. He's also young, closer to Ollie's age, and he spits out a piece of gum into the trash before grabbing a water off of the table, taking a few long swings before setting it back down.

"You wanna rock-paper-scissors for the ugly one?"

Ollie fights the initial urge to be horrified. The seriousness is starting to sink in— people are coming in, people who are really hurt, and they're joking?

"No, you cheat. I have seniority, ugly one goes to me."

"Come on—"

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Max shoves Ollie into the small, shielded control room. He double checks that Ollie has on his lead properly before he's grabbing the IR out of the wall charger, sliding it into a plastic bag. There's a trauma gurney waiting in the middle of the room, which is rapidly filling with people. Ollie sees a glimpse of him getting the IR under the gurney before he can't see past everyone anymore, and he twists his fingers nervously in his pocket.

The overhead pages again, shorter ETA's this time, and he can see someone stand behind the lifted computer section.

"Alright, I've got a thirty-two year old, rollover accident, he got T-boned at eighty-eight kilometers an hour, unresponsive, blunt force trauma to the forehead and chest, his airbags did not go off..."

She rattles off vitals and numbers Ollie can't follow, and someone else ducks into the control area, also wringing their hands nervously. He looks over at Ollie and offers a shy smile.

"Hello, sorry— did you need to be here?"

Ollie is only a tiny bit distracted at his messy brown curls. The lead seems too big on him, and he keeps fidgeting with the thyroid shield.

"No, it's okay. I'm Ollie, I'm a student."

The other boy brightens.

"I am also a student! My name is Kimi. Which program are you with?"

Ollie ducks his head.

"I'm with radiography. It's my first semester. What about you?"

The overhead pages again— two minutes out.

"I'm shadowing before medical school."

Ollie can't help the surprised expression on his face as he grins.

"Mate, that is sick."

He pauses.

"Not like, patient sick. Obviously. That would be a terrible thing to say. Sick like cool, or rad, but not rad like radiography—"

He's making a fool of himself, but Kimi is grinning at him anyway.

ETA one minute out.

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Ollie picks numbly at the salad in front of him. Max had sent him to lunch after the trauma, and he hadn't felt hungry at all— picked the first thing that looked healthy. It still doesn't look appetizing, and he's only managed a few bites. Nothing feels real.

There'd been so much blood. Ollie had never seen more than scraped knees until today, where he'd seen white bone jutting out of bruised and mangled flesh, open skin so red and raw he'd felt bile in the back of his throat. He'd watched them flush out wounds, watery pink blood dripping off the side of the gurney onto the floor.

Kimi had gripped his hand halfway through, and Ollie can still feel the ghost of his nails digging into his skin.

He'd found out the other tech who'd come in when the traumas were first called is named Liam— he'd said something to Max about cracking the chest. Ollie had felt too numb to ask.

He still can't.

A tray thunks down on the table across from him, and he startles, eyes flicking up to see Max sit down. A foot nudges against his under the table.

"Let's talk about it."

Ollie shoves at a lettuce leaf.

"I don't want to."

"I don't care."

He sighs, setting his fork down. Max seems so unaffected— he and Liam had joked before they went in there, they'd known what they were going to see.

"How do you not care?"

Max steals a tomato out of Ollie's salad with his fork, popping it into his mouth.

"You don't like tomatoes, right? Charles doesn't either. And it's not about not caring— I care a lot. Too much, sometimes."

He pushes a protein shake across the table, and Ollie belatedly realizes he'd brought two over.

"Drink that. You've done a lot of moving today, don't need you passing out. You can't give out every piece of your heart to every patient, Ollie. It's just not possible."

Ollie takes a slow sip. It's peanut butter, and he doesn't realize how much he'd wanted it until he's drinking it.

"But how?"

"You get desensitized. That's not a bad thing, it is something that allows you to take care of people better. Sometimes you will see one that still sticks with you, and those are the ones you will think about for a long time. It is good to find someone to talk to— a priest, a therapist, one of us— as long as you are not repressing it all. Or drinking, don't do that either."

Ollie stabs a piece of cheese.

"I don't know that I can do this."

Max knocks their feet together again, meeting his eyes. Ollie feels pinned by the intensity of it.

"You can."

[ayexaye]

hiii making a request; Shidou x fem reader where she’s the force that kinda grounds him?? friends to lovers type beat. prettypleasecantheykiss

a/n; sorry this took me so long for some reason 😭 I took DAYS to write this I was struggling so much, mostly cause its hard for me to imagine shidou being calm in any capacity LMAO hopefully it turned out okay and thank you so much for the request <3

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˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let me into your heart ᡣ𐭩

Shidou Ryusei x reader, headcanons and a short fic [700~ words]

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-When you two first meet, you're one of the few people that don't flinch away when he says or does something crazy, which is what gets him interested in you in the first place

-Something about you makes him actually listen to you. If he's too “intense” you just give him a look and he just calms down

-Even though he pretends to brush you off and acts like he doesn't care about your opinion, he always ends up following whatever you want in the end

-You don't scold him for how he acts, and it reminds him that he isn't some kind of monster

-Once you become close friends, you're very much a safe place for him, a place he can be vulnerable, even if only a little

-Partly because you can tell so quickly when he's genuinely upset about something

Shidou was never good at staying still or being quiet, and you know that well from being friends with him.

His shoes scuffed against the floor with every bounce of his foot. He stared at you from across the café table, leaning against his palm. You paid him no mind, continuing to read through your textbook (much like he was also supposed to be doing).

He let out a groan, leaning back in his seat and dragging his hands down his face dramatically, loud enough to draw in glares and side eyes from other people in the café.

“You're so boring- this is so boring! Can't we go do somethin’ fun?? I don't wanna study anymore.”

“You're the one who said you wanted help with this chapter,” you replied, not bothering to look up from your notes.

“Well I lied,” he said, leaning closer to you. “I just wanted a reason to hang out with you.”

“Shocking.”

“You should be shocked,” he grinned. “I don't give my time to just anyone, babe.”

You glanced up at him with a half-hearted glare. He laughed, leaning back in his chair again—so far you think it might fall over.

“You're gonna get us kicked out…” You muttered as you closed your book. He scoffed, letting his chair fall forwards again, the front legs banging against the ground with a loud thud. “And don't call me that.”

“So you're done?” He asked excitedly, eyes lighting up when you shove your notes back into their folder.

“For now. Since someone can't seem to last 5 minutes without causing a scene.”

“Me?” He pointed at himself in mock offense, scoffing. “But I've been so well behaved!”

“Do you think threatening to punch someone on our way here is well behaved?” You countered.

“He looked at you weird! And I didn't actually punch him.”

You rolled your eyes as both of you stood up. Once you both got out of the café, he latched his arm around your shoulder. “C'mon, I'll walk you home. I deserve it for being such a good boy today, don’tcha’ think?”

You failed to hold in your laugh, and didn't try to shrug him off as his arm stayed comfortably slung around you. You walked together quietly for a while.

It always seemed like Shidou was calmer like this when it was just the two of you.

“I honestly don't understand why you like hanging out with me all the time,” you admitted.

Shidou shrugged. “I mean, you give me shit sometimes but… I kinda like that you can put me in my place, y'know?”

“Someone's gotta do it, or else you'll end up in trouble all the time.”

You finally arrived at your front porch, and you turned to face him. “Well... Thanks for the walk.”

Shidou didn't move, eyes focused on you. “Do you want me to leave?”

You paused. He was uncharacteristically serious as he waited for your answer.

“Uhm—It's kinda late.” You cleared your throat, suddenly unable to meet his intense gaze. Truth be told, you weren't sure yourself if you wanted him to leave. But saying that out loud.. “Probably should…”

Shidou must have been able to read your hesitation, because as soon as you turned towards your door, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer. Your heart pounded suddenly in your chest.

“I don't wanna leave yet,” he said quietly. “Especially if you don't want me to.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he leaned closer to you.

“I can be good for you. I will.”

“Shidou—”

His free hand cradled your cheek. “Let me?”

His eyes bore into yours, desperate, hungry. But you could also sense a rare uncertainty from him, like he wasn't used to wanting something so badly without knowing if he would actually be able to get it.

You nodded, and it was all he needed to lean in and kiss you. His hand slipped from your wrist to your waist, shockingly delicate compared to how rough he kissed you. When he finally pulled away, you were speechless.

“You don't gotta say anything. I've just been wantin’ to do that for a while.”

“Then..” Your hand latched onto the collar of his jacket, pulling him with you as you opened your front door. “I think you should do it again.”

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𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist — thank you for reading! likes/reblogs/comments are greatly appreciated <3

[transhuman-priestess]

#breaking bad#i like it but as a mexican it's weird to watch sometimes#plus every time they're in mexico they use the fucking yellow filter ajsjsj#i could elaborate but watching narcos in american shows often feels... cringe#then again i don't like those plots so i don't watch anything related#(brba and bcs being the exception)#ok maybe i will elaborate but not much bc i don't even remember half of brba at this point#i am however rewatching bcs and it didn't necessarily get better when it comes to this#i don't think these shows ever aimed to do a good or a realistic portrait of narcos/cartels/whatever#for starters the cartel is isolated. you don't actually see the repercussions of their violence#beyond the effects they have on each other#because they aren't the point. they feel like villains in an (american...) superhero movie.#they don't have powers but they aren't down to earth people either.#if you compare them to the white characters they barely feel like people#now. you must know that brba was also a very popular show here in méxico. still is i guess.#and i don't feel like there are many serious conversations about these topics here either#partly because... if you don't take us mexicans seriously as people why should we take your media seriously lol#(mexicans and latinos in general) (the reason why i despise watching any narcos stuff made by americans btw)#(i mean. you don't take narcos seriously. people that kill kidnap and genuinely destroy lives. daily).#(what chance do we have to be well represented as regular people. one wonders)#and partly because in this country we are often forced to live under this impression that american media is So Cool#we must admire it! regardless of everything!#(but this is a whole other conversation)#anyway. it is sad to listen to the insider podcasts and see how much effort was put into these shows#and how they insist in wanting to write three dimensional characters. in not wishing to stick to “this character is simply this or that”#but most of the cartel characters are simply evil. they only serve the purpose of being villains.

#(i ran out of tags so another rb sorry) (said the person that wasn’t going to elaborate)#but here's my biggest pet peeve about these shows. and i think this assures you that this was made strictly for an american audience#no matter how well they did in other countries#you can somehow find an extra that actually has a snake tattoo on his face.#you can do all these amazing props. create whole documents that’ll be on screen for 3 seconds bc fans pay too much attention to everything.#but you can't 1) hire people that actually speak spanish or 2) hire a dialect coach at least?#(maybe they did and i don't know)#don't get me wrong. there are Great actors in these shows#but some of those scenes are not understandable at all!!!#english is my second language. i don't always need to have subtitles to understand.#then there are scenes in spanish and i NEED subtitles. to understand my native language. because... well. i wonder if they even bothered#to check#again i don't blame the actors. but i feel it does a disservice to their performance.#if an actor mispronounced something in english would you keep that take in the show?#if the scenes in spanish (or any other language) weren’t that important for you to consider casting actors with that skill from the start#maybe you can avoid making them struggle and therefore reducing the quality of their work and the show.#(not that americans care I guess)

Hey this is all fascinating and great insight. Especially the subtitles bit.

I feel like nobody appreciates how incredibly racist Breaking Bad was, and I think it’s overwhelming popularity is, at least in some small part, responsible for the wave of anti-Latino sentiment that has defined right wing politics for the last decade, in much the same way that The Birth of a Nation helped make the Klan mainstream again in the 20s.

[brokenbough]

"I hate you!" You yell at Simon, red faced and regretting the words already.

Simon stops. Halting all movement. His breaths are ragged, face stony, and head blank.

"What?" He asks, eyes dead like when he first met you.

The living room feels cold again, already mourning the loss of Simon's usual warmth.

"...." You don't say anything, unable to take back your words or find the ones you need to rectify the situation. You should've just let him go out, tell him later or way earlier that you felt neglected. It would've been that easy, it should've been.

The two of you stand quietly in the middle of the room. No one bothers to break the silence or fill the space with warmth, cover the cold silence with a warmth embrace. But no, no one does that. Instead of an apology like Simon deserves, you say:

"I'm going to bed."

But you don't. You lay in bed silently, entirely too cold to even think of sleep. You miss him, but you know you fucked up and you can't see him even though you want to, really badly.

So maybe that's how you ended up on the couch, looking at Simon. You don't bother trying to touch him. You can see his set jaw and features that harden with your every breath.

He's staring at the blank tv, a million and no thoughts rushing through his head.

He's angry of course. But not at you. Never you. He did something to make you say that. And you didn't mean it, no matter how much conviction was spoken with those three words. You didn't mean it. And Simon has to tell himself that a million times before Ghost believes it.

He did something. He did something to make you hate him. He's smart enough to know with you it's never the action but the principle.

What did he do to you?

"I don't hate you." You finally say, watching his eyes cloud with a fog you aren't sure how to clear.

"I know." He says after, still staring at the tv.

His voice is cold, distant. You feel worse with each breath, each blink he doesn't take, each second he doesn't say anything else.

"Simon, I mean it." You try again, reaching out. He doesn't reach back and you hesitant.

"I know that." He snaps, feeling worse.

"Si-- never mind." You say getting up. You can't take his silence anymore. It's cold, but you'll make do. You have work in the morning.

"Will you just tell me what I did wrong?!" He snaps, standing as well, grabbing your arm.

"What?" You ask, completely stopping once you've turned to him.

"Don't play dumb, okay? I know I did something to make you feel like that. So, just tell me, please?"

"Simon.... I.. You. You are so fucking broken." You tell him sadly, hugging him tight as if it will put him back together. "I don't hate you, okay? You just keep leaving and I feel alone." You explain with a frown.

He holds you, keeps you close in the late of night. "I didn't mean to make you feel alone." Simon says, holding your face up to meet his.

"I know. And I should've told you. Before... yelling at you and before bottling it all up."

He hums, kissing you softly. "I should've noticed."

"I should've told you." You repeat, refusing to let him take all the blame for your actions. "I don't hate you, and I never will. I'm an idiot for saying that." You reiterate, kissing him again.

He hums again, clearly content. He guides you back to the room, curling closer than ever to you. He doesn't wanna make you feel lonely, and he never wants to hear those words come out of your mouth again. Especially when directed at him.

You curl close too, holding him tight enough that he knows you won't go. That you don't hate him and never will.

His warmth is enough to make you fall asleep, and yours enough to keep him together, even if for one more night.

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Ik it's shit. I didn't wanna write this but I was so stuck and didn't wanna write anything while also needing to write. Yknow how it is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this shitshow of attempted angst and comfort :》

[profundcherrylady]

WOOF! WE WANT IT!

Sae competing with your dog for attention.

This is sorta like continuing the Golden retriever thing I write yesterday.I guess it can be read as gn!reader.

You carefully arrange the groceries on the refrigerator, making sure there's space for everything. You were gone a while assuring you bought everything you both need for the weekend, and had just come home after a couple of hours. When you arrived, the silence didn't surprise you; you had left Sae while he was sleeping and your beautiful dog was munching away a toy with the promise of not bothering your boyfriend's rest.

Then, you realized neither of them were anywhere on sight, but you shrugged and figured they had gone out.

As you finish setting the eggs aside, you hear the jingling of keys and the lock of the front door opening, so you leave the groceries to take a little peak, and no surprise, it was them. Goldie was panting franatically, clearly still excited yet worn out from the long walk. Sae was no better. It seemed like it was more of a run from the way his hair was disheveled and his skin covered on a thin layer of sweat. He was unmistakenly annoyed.

So you decide to mess with him a little.

"You're here!" you exclaimed cheerfully, and just when he was about to greet you back, you shouted. "Goldie!"

Your dog greets you with a loud bark and strong tug on the leash Sae was still holding in place, nearly making him fall.

"Stupid dog." he muttered under his breath, taking the leash off the collar and letting it sprint forward towards you. He watched you gush at the ball of fur, calling it cute names and giving it lots of kisses. It's not like he hated the thing, but how you could love a creature that drools, bites and makes annoying noises was beyond him. But then again, he raised Rin.

"Oh my! You're so hot!"

"Did you just call an actual animal hot?"

"I mean his temperature. He's hot because of the sun outside." now he felt stupid. "Can you grab him some cold water please? A lot of ice cubes will help. That heat outside should be ilegal!"

"Right..." had you not noticed that he looked like someone ran over him? Not even asking if he was okay... "It is really hot outside. I know because I was there as well. For the same amount of time as the dog."

"So go take a shower? But grab his water first."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Did he have to spell it out for you?

"That dog went wild and dragged me down the street. I still have branches on my hair." you giggled.

"That's funny."

"It isn't. Scold him."

"He was just being a dog, Sae. I'm not gonna scold him for something he probably doesn't even remember anymore."

"Why does he need ice cubes on his water? What is he, royalty?" you stood up, resting your hands on your hips.

"Is there something you're trying to tell me?"

"I was destroyed by that monster and you don't even ask if I'm okay. You keep coddling him. He gets iced water on a fancy plate that's automatic and that I paid for by the way, and I get a 'so go take a shower'?"

"You mean, you're jelous." you tease, watching him grunt and confirm your suspicions.

"I mean train that dog so that he stops waking me up for a walk that turns into a run across the block."

"He doesn't need it! He's the goodest boy ever."

"This is why he's so spoiled and misbehaving. You have no boundries with him."

"Just admit that you're jelous."

"Do I need to bark now to get your attention?"

"Now you're just being petty. Can you just grab his water so he doesn't dehydrate please? And then I promise to give you my full attention."

"Hm." he feigns indifference, but you can tell that he's pleased. "Seems like barking does work. I'll have to do it more."

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PUNISHMENT ــــــــﮩ٨ـ chris sturn 07.14 ₊ ୨ৎ

⚠︎ bratty!sub!chris, punishment kink, dry humping, orgasm denial, rule breaking and consequences, slight humiliation, name-calling, use of "mama", mild public tension.

you're mid-sentence, laughing at something your friend just said, when you feel it—chris's presence. again. fourth time he's come into the kitchen in twenty minutes, leaning against the counter like he belongs there, eyes skating over your frame while his fingers drum against the marble. he doesn't say anything at first, just waits for you to notice him, like some bratty little shadow. when you flick your gaze toward him, he smirks, slow and smug.

"what?" you ask flatly, trying not to break the rhythm of your conversation. "don't you have people to hang out with? go bother someone else."

he shrugs, like he's innocent. like he didn't nudge your side two minutes ago when he passed behind you to "grab a water." like he hasn't been staring at your mouth since he walked in.

"just bored," he mumbles, biting back a grin. "miss you."

you don't entertain it. wave him off without looking. "go be bored somewhere else, chris."

he doesn't move. lingers a little longer before finally dragging himself back toward the living room where your friend's boyfriend is. and it's fine—for about seven minutes. then he's back again. knuckles tapping against the counter, leaning forward so his breath almost grazes your shoulder. you ignore him, intentionally. keep talking to your friend, pretending he doesn't exist. but he's relentless—poking your waist, toeing at the back of your shoe, whispering little "hey's"under his breath like he wants to be scolded. like he's begging for it.

you set your drink down with a soft clink and finally turn to face him fully, voice low but sharp. "what, chris? what do you want from me?"

his lips part a little, and it's there in his eyes—flushed cheeks, blown pupils, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip before he speaks. "am i in trouble yet?"

you stare at him.

he swallows. "wanna be. wan' you to punish me. please, mama…"

it'a so soft. so needy. and that's all it takes.

you grab his wrist, nod a quick excuse to your friend, and tug him down the hall like a fucking leash. his steps are eager but quiet behind you, not a single protest. the guest bedroom door clicks shut and you spin on him, back pressing him to the wall with a heavy look.

"so desperate for attention you had to act like a fuckin' brat in front of everyone?" your voice is low, clipped. he nods, lips parting like he wants to say something but you're already kissing him, messy and mean. you bite his bottom lip and press your thigh between his legs—he ruts into it immediately.

you shove him toward the bed, straddle him without warning, your clothed cunt dragging over the bulge in his jeans. he moans, loud, and you slap a hand over his mouth.

"don't be loud. you don't get to be loud after all that."

he nods under your palm, hips still twitching up into you, chasing every bit of friction he can get. he's already hard. so hard. the kind of hard that tells you he's been waiting for this since the first time you brushed him off. the kind of hard that's been aching under his jeans since the first time you told him to fuck off.

you lean down, lips brushing his ear. "you don't cum. got it?"

he whines. whines.

you grind your hips against his, slow, punishing, enough to make his mouth fall open under your palm. you drag your body over him again and again, teasing pressure just right to keep him spiraling. his jeans are damp now—dark patch growing where his tip presses against the fabric, soaking through with every roll of your hips. his hands clench into the sheets, legs tense.

"please," he gasps when you let him breathe. "please, mama—feels so good, i can't—i won't, i promise, just need more, please…"

but you know him. he always breaks.

you pick up the pace, grinding down harder, rubbing against him just right, and he's losing it beneath you—whimpering, voice cracking, hips stuttering like he's already right there.

"you're gonna cum, aren't you?" you ask, all mock sympathy. “you're gonna cum in your fuckin' pants like a pathetic little brat."

"n-no, no, m'not—i'll be good—i'll be—"

he chokes on the moan. back arches. he grabs at your waist like it'll stop anything but you can feel it—the way he pulses through the denim, cumming hard, twitching and shaking underneath you. a wet, soaked mess in his jeans, just like you said. just like he wasn't supposed to.

you stay pressed to him, motionless now, letting the moment stretch. his face is flushed, hair messy against the pillow, chest rising and falling like he just ran a fucking marathon. his eyes flutter open slowly, dazed, and when he sees your expression, he swallows hard.

"…fuck," he breathes. then, softly—almost reverently—he whispers, "thank you."

a beat.

"needed that. needed you."

you don't answer. just roll off of him, leaving him to sit there in his own mess, cheeks pink, thighs trembling, ruined from the punishment he begged for.

𐔌 📑 ✧ ˚ · mimi talks `𓂃⊹ — #needthat #needhim.

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[witherby]

(Not a request I just feel like rambling about Mousey again!!! Don’t mind me!)

Back on my Jay-Jay and Mouse brainrot… I wonder what it’d be like if (this feels mean-) somehow Mouse found out about Jason Todd’s death WAY too young. Of course it would have to happen on accident cause no way anyone is purposefully telling them that, maybe they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and accidentally overheard it. I think that would really screw with young Mouse’s mind, probably have them scared out of their wits for a while. Jason probably had a mini Mouse shaped shadow (both literally and figuratively) following him everywhere for a little bit, they just wanna make sure he never gets hurt again

This got sad… Quick happy HC of the two petting kittens or something-

-🎻

AWWWW. JASON WOULD FEEL SO BAD THAT THEY FOUND OUT TOO SOOOOON

I'm imagining it coming out during a heated argument with Bruce. These are rare nowadays, but sometimes the two can still piss each other off. Such is the nature of being in a family of people that are Just Like You.

Maybe Mouse hopped down the stairs to the cave to show their dad a difficult puzzle they finally finished solving, and overheard the most heated part of their spat. Something like —

Bruce: Is it too overbearing of me to ask that you not kill anybody that personally pisses you off that day? Is avoiding murder too hard for you?

Jason: Y'know what, B, maybe it is! Maybe that dunk in the Pit fucked up my impulse control, which, might I say, would never have happened if somebody had bothered to investigate my roaming, half-dead ass stumbling catatonic across Gotham before the LOA snatched me up!

Bruce: In what world was I supposed to know you had come back from being dead from an explosion and crawled your way out of your own grave!? Do you hear yourself!?

Jason: I DUNNO, BRUCE. IN WHAT WORLD WOULD YOU HAVE BURIED YOUR SON AND THEN REFUSED TO PUT HIS KILLER IN THE GROUND RIGHT AFTER!?

Bruce: I TRIED!! I TRIED, YOU ASSHOLE, AND I GOT STOPPED EVERY SINGLE TIME BY YOUR FAVORITE HEROES. CLARK. DIANA. EVEN ALFRED SHOT ME WITH A TRANQ ONCE TO KEEP ME FROM TURNING THE JOKER INTO A SMEAR AGAINST THE WALL! YOU THINK I DON'T WANT HIM DEAD AND GONE LIKE THE REST OF THE PLANET!? —

And Mouse really kind of stopped listening after that. One, because they have never heard Jason and Bruce scream like that before. And two, because Jason had died before? Their favorite big brother used to be dead and buried under a tombstone? He was gone from this world?

This is an earth-shattering revelation indeed. Mouse has nightmares that evening that they run to Dick to soothe instead of Jay-Jay.