#so you all have to wait and suffer with me

[elleetlalune]

MR.LOVER ...lhs (drabble)

→Novella: your sweet boyfriend decides to surprise you for your birthday, little did you know that this surprise would soon turn out to be a very kinky one.

warnings: very very very kinky, overstimulation, pussy drunk hee, cum eating, oral(f rec.),mating press, unprotected sex (LORD HAVE MERCY), dirty talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink, petnames.

A/N: I can't lie i've been so busy with school, i pooped this out of my ass so sorry if it's shit (get it because it came out of my ass)

"Baby.." You whined for the nth time, your boyfriend insisted on keeping your eyes closed while he guided you to your surprise.

He had insisted that you wear the prettiest dress you had, and put on your favourite jewlery, and when he opened the door to his apartment he was just as perfectly dressed as you.

"Soon, princess." He simply chuckled, you had been bumping into all the walls of your apartment yet you still hadn't reached the long-awaited moment he had been so excited for.

"Okay, on the count of three.." He announced finally stopping in what felt like the living room.

"One."

"Two.

"Three."

"Open!"

You opened your eyes, only to be greeted by a beautiful baby blue and white ganache cake, decorated just the way you wanted with all your favorite things, next to it was a little gift bag with a black bow adorning it.

"Hee..This is..perfect." You looked up at him smiling, you heart swelling with love, "I'm glad you like it, you deserve the world, my princess" The little petname always made your cheek heat up faster or your stomach do somersaults but this time it felt..different?

"No I'm serious, thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve you." The words left your mouth so easily, reaching Heeseung's heart instantly the way you wanted.

"You are you, that's what you did."

You both sat down, looking at his gift but his gaze was heavy on you.

You tried ignoring it but it felt almost impossible when it felt like he could see through your skin and bones. He shifted slightly his hand resting on your upper thigh.

"Baby.." his word almost came out as a whimper, making you shiver." Would you let me taste you before we taste the cake?" he said as if your heart didn't just shoot out of it's place.

"W-what are you saying?" You stuttered out trying to look away from him, but his fingers quickly came, holding your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Answer me." Dry. You swallowed the lump you felt was forming in your throat and nodded.

"With words." He spoke again, his gaze fixated on your lips.

"I want you to taste me." Blush crept up on your cheeks from embarassement, good for you, your boyfriend couldn't care less and as if that had activated something in him, the once sweet look on his face shifted completly to the look of pure and raw desire.

He didn't wait to be told twice, he carried you to the bedroom, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth as he dropped you on the bed.

His hands worked in perfect harmony to tear the dress off of your body, a low groan escaping his lips once he realized you weren't wearing any bra under it, considering the dress had an built-in one.

"Fuck.." the curse only made you more aroused and your panties more wet.

Sloppy kisses were planted all over your body, his teeth grazing you collarbone and neck, then soothing it with his tongue.

His hand were busy on your plump breasts, purposefully leaving your needy pussy out.

"Baby.."You squirmed as his index finger brushed against your puffy clit, "Needy much?" Heeseung teased, his trademark smirk never leaving his face.

You clenched around nothing, hoping for some kind of relief yet there was none. "Please, I need you." You were practically begging him to fuck you, but he didn't comply just teasing your entrance with his long slender fingers.

"Such a pretty pussy..Can't believe it's all mine." He groaned, you could tell he was torturing himself too for the sake of making you suffer.

"Heeseung.."You cried out, it felt so maddening to have his finger so close to your throbbing core but never in it, tears started going down your face.

He looked up, only to see you crying of frustration. His behavior did a full 360, as If he couldn't hold it in, he dipped his head between your legs lapping at your drenched folds.

"Shit!" a loud moan escaped from you at his unexpected attitude, you were grinding your pussy in his face as his tongue plunged in and out of your pink hole.

"Mmm..tastes so fucking sweet." His movement were never slowing down, your cries only intensifying, and only turning him on even more.

His perfect button nose hit your clit repetedly by each lick, making you see stars everytime, it felt like a sin but a dream at the same time.

"Fuck Hee..I'm..I'm close." You whimpered out, not botherind to hold your moans in anymore. His tongue was licking every single drop that was coming out of you, like he had been starving before this.

Just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

You were back to clenching around nothing, whining wanting him back in your sweet pussy.

"Be patient, princess, want you to cum on my cock." He stroke your cheek before unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the ground along his boxers, his cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

He slowly stroked himself, small groans and moans leaving his mouth as he watched your pussy clench and drip.

"Put it in." you mewled spreading your legs wider, as he rubbed his red tip against your entrance."Gonna claim you, you're all mine.."He moaned before he thrusted completly in you, filling you to the rim, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

"Heeseung!" You cried out as he pressed your thighs against your chest, slamming deep in you every single time.

"My baby..All fucking mine to fuck.." He thrusts, this time faster and stronger, indicating he was getting closer. "This pussy was made for me.."

"I-I'm..please..no.." No correct sentence would come out from the intense pleasure that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Do it, cum on my cock..wanna feel you" He messily kissed you swallowing your moans and cries as you fell apart on him drenching him in the process.

His head fell backwards every time, sweat covered both of your bodies, his bangs clinging to his forehead.

"I'm gonna.." He panted breathily, "I'm cumming inside, I'll make you mine.." His thrusts grew in speed as his hips slapped against yours, one last sultry moan before his thick white ropes of cum painted your walls.

He pulled out, putting back anything that spilled, leaning over next to you on the bed, his bigger hands wrapping protectively around your naked waist.

"I love you, yn" He said, nuzzling his face in your neck.

"I love you too."

[dexxtrosee]

Safekeeping

Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!reader

Summary: A baby got to the ER thirty minutes ago and hasn't stopped crying since. It's starting to get on everyone's nerves. He is, unfortunately, the one in charge, so it's his problem to deal with.

A/N: Set a few months after the last episode of The Pitt's S1. Mind you, this was supposed to be me testing the waters with the fandom and instead I got dunked, I just can't get this man out of my head. Oh well. Part one, I guess?

There´s a baby crying two rooms away from the one he’s at. 

The baby hasn’t stopped crying in thirty minutes, a world of difference from the case Robby is currently using as a teaching lesson for Santos and Whitaker. He doesn’t need to be a genius in emotional expression to notice she’s bored to death, while Whitaker seems relieved to be away from an immediate life threatening situation for once. He won’t admit it, not even to Dana, but he is using it as both a punishment for her and a break for him. He barely got between her and an abusive mother just a few hours ago before they drew blood. He managed to save Santos from being escorted out in cuffs along with the mother by sheer force of willpower and some favors owed by the cops.

And he won’t say it to her either, but if he were thirty years younger and a tad more stupid, that would have been him. She doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Are you a smoker, miss Rossi?”

The lady, a seventy year old woman who insists on them calling her miss, because she’s “divorced, dammit”, shakes her head and turns to look at her granddaughter. Robby can practically hear her thoughts (Can you believe this boy?) and has to bite back a chuckle. 

“Do you, by any chance, often cook on firewood?”

Miss Rossi shakes her head again, this time with an added eye roll. The baby hasn’t stopped crying. 

Whitaker is starting to play with his hands, glancing nervously at the granddaughter and at Santos. The boredom seems to have eased a bit, now replaced by amusement from seeing the poor boy suffer. Robby doesn’t interfere. 

“Have you done strenuous activity recently?”

At this, the teenage girl sitting by her side perks up, glancing at her grandmother with pursed lips. Robby smiles when Whitaker catches it and latches onto it like a starved animal. 

“Maybe cleaning around the house? Too long walks? Heavy lifting?”

Miss Rossi finally seems to think about it. Santos starts fidgeting where she’s standing, checking her watch. He suppresses a sigh and writes a mental note about mentioning it to her. The baby hasn’t stopped crying. 

“Well, I went with the kids to the park this morning. Had to chase them around when they grabbed the youngest and put her inside the basket of one of the bikes! Can you believe it? Those fuckers.”

They all let out some chuckles and sighs of relief. 

“Are you from Allegheny, miss Rossi?”

She nods, smiling for the first time since they both got here. “Born and raised, boy.”

Robby nods at him, giving him a thumbs up. Santos tries to hide her own smile. 

“Alright, seems you can handle this one.” Robby glares briefly at Santos, and she nods with so much annoyance he shakes his head. “I’ll go check on other cases, call me if anything happens.”

He doesn’t wait to see the answers, just steps out and walks straight to the room with the crying baby. 

Before he enters, he notices Dana standing inside and talking softly to, he assumes, the mother. She has her back to him, shoulders shaking and head hung low. Samira and McKay are bent over a cradle. A hole inside his stomach appears when he notices how anxious they both seem to be. 

“Good morning, I’m doctor Robinavitch. What seems to be the problem here?”

Dana turns, frowning and looking at him like he’s the worst thing to happen to her today. He reels back slightly, tries to peek behind her back. She shakes her head, motions him to fuck off. 

McKay doesn’t move. Samira stands up straight like he just pulled her back string, nervous. “All good, sir. We can handle this one, no worries.”

Robby frowns, bites back the need to tell them all off. “Well, that poor thing hasn’t stopped crying in more than half an hour. Are you sure?”

McKay waves at him from her bent position, shaking her head furiously without actually turning to look at him. 

Without saying anything, he turns to Dana again. She sighs, lets go of the mother’s hands and pushes him out of the room with no explanation. Before she closes back the curtain, he tries and fails to catch a glance at the mother.

“What the fuck is going on?”

He loves Dana, he truly does. Still, sometimes he wishes he could work with someone less hardheaded. He has enough of it in himself.

“She doesn’t want any men near her baby.”

Robby tilts his head, frowns deeper. “Should I call the cops?”

Something inside him burns and itches when Dana shakes her head. “They’re already aware of anything worth reporting.”

Robby nods, clenches his hands. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when the baby lets out a louder cry. “What the hell is wrong then? They haven’t figured it out yet? Should I bring Collins here?”

She’s busy dealing with a broken leg from a teenage boy that got too excited with his skateboard, but the cries are starting to get on everyone’s nerves, he can see it. 

“Maybe you should, yeah.”

“Fuck.”

He turns away, walks to Langdon and grabs him away from the nurse bay. He doesn’t protest, hasn’t since he came back last month. It still weirds Robby out. 

“I need you to finish Collins’ case, she has to help out with a different one.”

“I can do it,” The need for approval drips from his words. It still twists Robby’s chest. He shakes his head, doesn’t explain, pushes him inside and motions Collins out with just a smile to the parents.

“Need you to help in Room Two, I’m sorry.”

She gets it immediately, smiles softly and nods. She’s trying again, Robby knows. Still, he’s tried his best to keep her away from any babies. 

When they go back, Dana steps out and grabs Robby. He lets her lead him to the corner between rooms, crossing his arms. “I’m not going anywhere near the baby unless it’s completely necessary, I know. What now?”

“She wants to talk to you.”

The mother, he guesses. He nods, interlaces his fingers and then unthreads them when he notices how tense he feels from it. 

“Just… be gentle, Robby. She looks six seconds away from throwing up out of stress.”

There are so many things he could say to that. Instead, he just nods. Dana goes inside, doesn’t come out again.

When the mom steps out, the first thing that crosses his mind is “wow, holy shit”.

Then he starts berating himself because, holy fuck, what the hell was that?

You take a few steps closer to him, playing with your fingers, and cleaning a few stray tears away from your face. His hands twitch by his sides.

“Hi.”

Dear God, take him now. Warmth spreads all over his chest when your voice reaches his ears. 

“Hello,” he starts. He has to clear his throat before continuing. “Dana mentioned you wanted to talk to me, I’m doctor Robinavitch. Or Doctor Robby, if you prefer.”

You nod, trying and failing to smile at him. “Nice to meet you. Are you… like, the boss around here?”

He nods, unsure of how you may react. He doesn’t notice any disgust or annoyance, but there’s no positive reaction either. He relaxes his shoulders and makes sure to leave his hands visible. 

“Indeed I am. What can I do for you?”

He has to hold his breath when you raise your head to look at him straight to his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“Can you make sure no male nurses or doctors come near her?”

Irrationally, he wants to sit you down and make you spit out any and all information about your baby. Why you seem so scared one second and ready for combat the next, why your eyes are so pretty, why you don’t let him near the babygirl.

Instead, he just nods, asks softly “Is there anything or anyone we should be worried about?” 

You shake your head, give him a satisfied smile that seems to pull the ground from under him. “No, not anymore.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He feels lightheaded, unsure of where he stands. You tilt your head slightly, then jump when Collins comes out. He realizes now that the crying stopped. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can we have a word?”

Your face falls. It makes him irrationally mad, wants to twist the world around until you’re smiling again. He doesn’t move.

“What’s wrong? Is it serious?”

Collins puts her hand on your hand in an effort to comfort you, shaking her head. He glares at her hand like it personally offended him. “Nothing serious, it seems like she just had an allergic reaction to formula. Could you tell me which one she's taking?”

It’s almost like he vanishes into thin air as soon as there’s something related to the baby anywhere near you. You turn around, back to him while you pull up a picture in your phone and show it to Heather. She nods and smiles, letting you know it’s nothing too bad. He notices your entire body relaxing, and the tips of his ears turn red. 

“So what should I do at home now?”

The anxiety you exude makes him tense, almost angry. He’s bothered by not being able to get an actual look at the situation, relegated to talking to you only and away from what seems to be the center of your universe. He takes a deep breath to try and push out the uncomfortable feeling of uselessness.

“We would like to keep her here, at least for today just to keep an eye on how she reacts with different formulas, and maybe give her some fluids in case she’s dehydrated.” Heather’s voice is tender, gentle in a way he’s not sure he could manage now, not after so many years of hoping it would help and seeing it turn people into aggressive maniacs. 

But you just nod, pocketing your phone before turning back to look at him again and knocking the air out of his lungs. 

He's sure he's earned his year in Hell when faint excitement blooms as he realizes you'll be around for a few hours. He doesn't understand what's happening, why he's acting like a teenage boy with a crush or a fresh student handling his first case with an attractive person. Fuck. Fuck.

“Can you make sure the people from other shifts respect what I ask?”

He’s already mentally preparing his speech for Jack. “Of course. And I’ll see if we can keep you here along with your baby, just to be safe.” 

You beam at him, and once again, he feels like the Earth tilts under him. “Thank you, doctor Robby.”

He notices Dana staring at him from inside the room, grinning.

Oh, he’s absolutely fucked.

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AO3

[cherryblossom-heart]

A/n: Ok besties, hear me out. One of my favorite non canon but with all the vibes and sexual tension type of couple is Karen Page and Frank Castle from Daredevil. So now it got me thinking…

FYI this is a little bit long

Hero!Satoru x Reader x Vigilante!Sukuna

Hero!Satoru who you meet after he rescues you. You suffered the terrible case of wrong place, wrong time, finding yourself being chased thought the streets of Tokyo by thugs working for one of the seven clans that own the city.

Hero!Satoru who, after you get cornered in a dead end alley, right as they are about to put a bullet in your head, suddenly pops up behind the man who almost shot you. The men were taken by surprise, it wasn't every day that you saw a man materialize out of thin air but the bandages over his eyes foolishly made them think they had nothing to worry about.

Hero!Satoru who laughs as shot after shot they miss him, taunting them every time. When one of the bullets lands next to you, making you shriek in fear, he quickly appears next to you, carrying you in his arms as he teleported with you to a safe place behind a dumpster. You threw up as soon as your feet touched the ground.

Hero!Satoru who finishes all six men in less than a minute, not even breaking a sweat.

Hero!Satoru who goes to you. You're shaking like a leaf having experienced almost death and certain murder for your intended killers for the first time in your life.

Hero!Satoru who extends his hand to you but you recoil in instinct, not sure of who you should trust now. Sure, this stranger just saved your life but the crack one of the men’s leg did once Satoru bent it at an unnatural angle would surely haunt your dreams.

Hero!Satoru who looks at you and something warms in him. Maybe it was the way you looked like a cornered puppy, your eyes big and wide in fear, or perhaps it's the way your lip quiver with the threat of tears. Or maybe it was because, even though you were terrified you were still brave, your eyes carrying such fierceness he had only seen in his fellow heroes.

Hero!Satoru who lifted his hands in the air, trying to show he was no warm to you. He crouched in front of you, taking out a small tissue he always carried in his back pocket for emergencies. With a swift movement he wiped a couple of small droplets of blood that had stained your face. He's relived you didn't back away.

Hero!Satoru who offers you the tissue, in case you want to clean yourself further more. You take it, hesitantly snatching out of his hand.

Hero!Satoru who breaks the silence.

"Hey, I'm Sator–y," he coughs up the last letter as he chastised himself for his slip up. Fuck, he wasn't supposed to use his real name.

"Satory?" You asked clearly confused.

"Yep, Satory." He lifts up his hand to you. "That's my hero name."

"That's your hero name?" The edge of sass in your voice almost made him laugh.

Hero!Satoru who, after an improvised explanation on why his hero name is Satory, asks for your name. You don't give it to him right away, but as you pondered your options you decided that having a super hero as an acquaintance is not a bad idea.

Hero!Satoru who smiles brightly at your name, each syllable engraining themselves in his memory.

Hero!Satoru who helps you standing up, his pull easily bringing you on your feet maybe a little too hard making you crash against his chest, his arm circling your waist.

Hero!Satoru who feels how a little bit of warmth in his cheeks as he feels you pull apart and he thanks the universe for helping him choose to wear bandages to cover his eyes or else you would've seen his panic in them.

Hero!Satoru who is now a little too nervous, almost darting out as he mumbled a silly apology and excuse of having to keep fighting crime.

Hero!Satoru who gets stopped by your hand in his arm, your touch sending shivers down his spine. He looks at you, unable to say anything as he stared at your fingers wrapping around his biceps.

"Wait, where are you going? What am I supposed to do now? These guys still know who I am, they're going to kill me. Help me, please."

Hero!Satoru who sighs, not because he was annoyed at your pleas, but because he knew you didn't even had to beg that much. He was still going to help you.

Hero!Satoru who takes you to his home and reveals his true identity. Satoru Gojo, playboy, millionaire and an occasional pro bono lawyer with striking blue eyes they were impossible to resist. He tells you the name he uses in his little rendezvous "The strongest.". His cheeks turn pink when you burst laughing.

"I'm sorry. God, aren't you cocky?" You ask in disbelief.

"Only because I'm right." He winks at you.

Hero!Satoru who offers you a place to stay as he figures out a way to get you out of danger. But instead of taking his help you argue with him. You want to expose them, the big corporation that worked under the Yakuza, the politicians what were in the mobs payroll.

Hero!Satoru who, after several hours of arguing with you, finally lets you help. You will be an informant for the police and Satoru would be your lawyer, one of his many pro bono cases. He would talk to his friend Detective!Kento, the one cop in the whole city he trusted one hundred percent.

Hero!Satoru who ends up liking your company, his penthouse not as lonely and dark. He likes getting home to someone smiling for him, he likes the smell of the food you offer to cook as "payment" for saving your life in more than one way. He likes the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh and the way your shampoo smells, it's scent now lingering in one of his pillows in his room.

Hero!Satoru who can't help fall in love with you as you face everything ahead with trembling limbs and tears pooling in your eyes yet you never yield, not even when you get framed for a murder you didn't commit, taking away part of your credibility as a witness. If the police wouldn't hear you then the papers would, and you'll bring every proof you could with you.

Hero!Satoru who enlists Lawyer!Suguru's help, his best friend aware of his shanenigans and the only person in the world he would trust his life with and therefore yours too. Both of them use every trick in the book until the finally get to set you free.

Hero!Satoru who holds you tight the night you get you get released, your innocence finally proven. That's the first night Satoru kisses you. Slowly, passionately, lovingly.

Hero!Satoru who, for the first time in a long time, is happy and content as he has you in his arms, his nose dipping in the crook of your neck.

Hero!Satoru who gives you tells you about the group of thugs he just beat up, hoping that one of them might have some intel he could use against Kenjaku, the man that behind every every string but he had planned to interrogate them but the cops showed up a little too early.

Hero!Satoru who isn't too sure to let you go interrogate one of those thugs at the hospital they were at, especially now that he had another tip of a big showdown where Kenjaku would be at, it was one in a million chance. But a small little please and the fierceness of your eyes and he rolled his eyes and agreed to let you go, as if he could stop you once you had made your mind.

Hero!Satoru who get's to the location, eagerness but mostly anger coursing through his veins as he is waiting to finally see the man who had made your life hell.

Hero!Satoru who notices too late that it was a trap, a trap meant to keep him occupied, distracted. Men after men came, dragging the fight longer than it should. When Kenjaku is nowhere to be seen he hold one of them men by his collar, screaming at him to give him answers.

"The boss... he sends his regards to the little bitch you're protecting."

Hero!Satoru who thinks he's too late as he calls your phone, each call going to voicemail.

Hero!Satoru who, for the first time in his life, feels completely and utterly hopeless.

You had reached the hospital room where one of the men Satoru had fought was recovering in. A broken nose, ribs and arm had rendered him incapacitated, his face almost deformed from the punches he had taken.

He had woken up in fear, scared of the "Blind demon." coming back for him. You had tried to call him down, telling him he better told you everything he knew or you would call this so called "Demon."

It didin't take long for him to spill the secrets he kept, giving you more and more ammunition for the expose you were working on. After over thirty minutes of recording, the sound of screaming interrupted your interview.

Gunshots could be heard everywhere, along with the screams of people who had gotten in the cross fire. You knew they were here for him, and the middle level criminal knew it too. You grabbed him, pulling him alongside you as you tried to make your way out of the hospital.

You had reached the hallway that reached the exit door, so close you could almost feel safety at the tip of your hands. Unfortunately, the criminal you were trying to keep alive had taken a stop, his lungs not cooperating with him after such a run.

You kept pulling on him, telling him to push through the lack of air. He began standing up straight, finally continuing giving a couple of steps in your direction when a shot was heard. A bullet carving his way from the back of his head to his forhead.

You ran, your legs and your lungs burning as you reach for a random room to try to keep yourself safe in. Unfortunately crystal walls are nothing against bullets.

Now cornered against a wall you hear your phone ringing, Satorus ringtone playing through the silent room you and your future killer are in. He looks at you, nothing but disdain in his face. He lifts his gun, aiming straight for your face.

"Kenjaku sends his rega–"

The man fell to the floor, now with a hole where his eye used to be.

Vigilante!Sukuna who looks at you and you remind him of a scared little puppy, trembling like a leaf as you began processing whatever the hell had just happened.

Vigilante!Sukuna whose red eyes scan you, analyzing whether or not you are a threat. It takes him less than a second to asses you're not, not with fear written so clearly over your face.

Vigilante!Sukuna who is surprised when you quickly pick up the gun his victim had, aiming it right at his chest.

Vigilante!Sukuna who sees as you take in his appearance. Red eyes, pink hair and a shit ton of tattoos adorning his body and face along with the big muscles you could see against his black long sleeved shirt he's wearing and the bullet proof vest. The man was built like a tank.

Vigilante!Sukuna who aims his gun back at you, thinking you might give up and just plead and beg for your life. Instead he is surprised by your stance, sure you were trembling but there wasn't a doubt in his mind you would shoot him dead if he tried anything.

"I'm not here for you." He says, plainly.

You don'y say anything, just waiting for him to do the first move. He tries to move forward to you but you aim the gun now to his face as he lifts his hands in the air.

Vigilante!Sukuna who thinks he's dead and he can't help but be disappointed as he sees your finger pulling the trigger. Taken out by a scared little girl, what an embarasing fate.

Vigilante!Sukuna who hears the bullet passing next to him, followed by a thud behind him. He turns around to see one of Kenjakus men in the floor, a bullet in his shoulder.

Vigilante!Sukuna who can't describe what he's feeling but as he sees the fire behind your eyes, he thinks there's more about you that you let on.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

So if the leaked schedule keeps being accurate then you guys know what will be coming next week, right?

Main story Sylus

This man

On the one hand I'm a bit scared ngl. One thing the OG3's branches had in common was angst. After all the cute fluffy SylusMC content we've been getting lately I almost forgot that this is Lore and Deepdepression we're playing ;-; and to be honest some of the things that were said near the end in the final birthday event chapter raised some flags in my mind. I can smell the painful branch story angst from a mile away. It won't be all cupcakes and syrup :(

But to get to the other hand, I can't wait to see Sylus in "Big Boss-man of Onychinus" mode. I'm salivating at the prospect of getting to witness his strategic (and ruthless!) brilliance at play

I am clenching rn

I am also hoping for some of that delicious lore dropping (speaking of lore... since the OG3's story branches were based off their third anecdotes, doesn't that mean that Sylus should finally be getting his third anecdote? Though it's not like Paperfold has followed precedence with Sylus so I'm probably being a hopeful clown as usual... but a girl can dream)

Another thing I'm looking forward to seeing is lowkey desperate pre-relationship Sylus.

You know, the guy who knew MC was going to search his room and who decided to sleep upright in his bed with his robe conveniently open to display his magnificent abs and chest...

The man knew what he was doing is all I'm saying

What I'm also saying is I'm hoping he'll show off even more cleavage in the story branch

But most of all I am looking forward to seeing SylusMC's relationship deepen and evolve in the main story. And honestly what better way than through angst and an intense situation of some sort? Yes, it'll more than likely be painful and I am absolutely scared of the emotional suffering we'll go through but SylusMC will come out of whatever happens alive and with a closer bond. This is an otome gacha. Whatever tragedy happens won't be permanent (unlike the collective trauma we have from Beyond Cloudfall ;-;).

Anyway, this is my late night yapping over. Need to stfu and be a somewhat responsible adult and go to bed. But please don't hesitate to hit me up with your thoughts and feelings re: the (rumored) branch! I always love hearing from you guys ♡

[fefispider]

— ִ ࣪𖤐 you and felix broke up and the members send you texts.

part 2/2

- part one is here :)

જ⁀➴ contains: narration, lil bit of angst, fluff, gn reader ! it's really short but I hope you enjoy it!

୨୧ Han

୨୧ I.N

★ your POV

Minho got in touch with the other boys and some of them ended up coming to your apartment to spend the day with you. Chan and Changbin's offer to be a shoulder for you to cry on, along with Minho's insistence into talking better with you about your relationship and Han's suggestion to have some beer all came in handy when you opened that door and let them all in as the clock hit mid-day. Your Saturday wouldn't be so sorrowful anymore, or so you thought.

Of course you were all a mess as the night settled in, everyone lamenting past relationships and you, specially, sharing your recent experience about breaking up with someone you considered to be the love of your life. Minho made you drink water while Chan hugged you, your sad sobs now the only sound that could be heard since no one really knew what to say - and Han was practically dead on the rug, sleeping like a baby.

You didn't really know who opened the door for Hyunjin, but there he was, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on your figure; he hated it so much because he knew Felix was suffering too, and Felix was his favorite person. If Felix was suffering, and the person he loved was too, it meant the universe weren't being too kind.

"I got a day off." Hyunjin announced after you were calmer and listening, Han still asleep.

"What do you mean?" Chan questioned, not really following as it came out of the blue.

"For Felix. And ended up taking that day for the rest of us too."

"Oh." You muttered, remembering his texts. "That arrangement."

"So this is for you." Minho immediately understood, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Didn't really want it." You hugged your legs, feeling vulnerable while everyone looked at you and pitied you.

"Hyunjin must've promised something." Changbin narrowed.

"He said he will teach me pottery." You looked at him with narrowed eyes as well.

"Tsk. I'll believe it when I see it." Minho snickered.

"Yah! I didn't teach them yet because I didn't get enough time. Clay takes patience!" He defended himself. "Anyway, meet him on Tuesday, you can use my dorm. Since I know Felix won't agree to meet up with you, I'll set him up."

"Woah." Chan laughed a bit.

"Of course he would meet up!" Changbin was confused.

"No, he's too scared of rejection." Chan added.

"Exactly." Hyunjin agreed. Minho was still comforting you as he held your hand.

"I don't know about this..." You murmured.

"You have to try. Don't you still love him?" Minho tried.

"I do but-"

"You already have your answer."

You were so damn nervous you took longer than usual to get ready, messing with your eyeliner thrice because you couldn't keep a steady hand.

Finally, there you were, pacing around Hyunjin's living room after he literally vanished into his painting studio and left you alone, waiting for your ex. You knew there was so much to say, so many unspoken feelings and miscomprehension between you and the freckled man. But your heart still swelled for him, still repeated his name when the night came in and you held your head against the pillow, unable to close your eyes.

The soft click of the door made you freeze for a second, looking behind you and locking eyes with the guy in your thoughts, his brown eyes wide and startled.

"Y/n?"

"Felix."

Silence. He stared at you for a few instants before turning on his heels and holding the doorknob to leave.

"Don't! I'm here to talk..." You hurried.

"It's okay, I didn't know you'd be here." He opened the door, the familiar aussie accent you didn't realize you already missed was there.

"We set you up! I'm here to talk to you."

"What?" He looked at you again, his bleached hair falling a bit over his eyes.

"Can you... Can we just have a conversation this time?"

"So you wanna explain now?" He tried to sound mad, but there was just that broken tone that showed off how hurt he was.

"I do." You firmly said.

It was enough to make him close the door, squeeze his eyes for a moment and slowly move to sit down on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he looked at you to show he was listening. He wouldn't speak before listening.

You couldn't sit, your mind in a restless state.

"So... I don't know how to begin." You sighed. "I want to say sorry for not really explaining things properly, it's just that you never have enough time and I was afraid to mess with your schedule-"

"I know." His deep voice cut you off. "I'm sorry too. It's my fault."

"it's not." You retorted. "Let me speak..."

"Sorry."

"It's just that... I think there are so many reasons! Gosh, it's much to just say it all at once and get the words out. But I think my insecurities got in the way? Mixed with yours? Like, I'm always so afraid of disturbing you somehow, you're always so busy! My regular job is tiring and all but it doesn't compare to having to keep appearances all the time, we weren't even public to begin with..." You tried to conceal everything, make it all make sense, and you had a feeling Felix was not only hearing you but also understanding when you started. "And you've been different too. Not just loving me and texting me when you're away, not just being you. Felix, I get it you can't always be physically with me. I get it you have to travel all the fucking time and that we will be apart longer than normal couples do... It doesn't mean you have to give me gifts every single time you come back. These expensive things you give me, they don't make up for away time."

He widened his eyes a bit, finally realizing something he never considered.

"Is that why you don't use most of them?" He whispered. "You don't like them cause they're expensive?"

"What? No! It's not that I don't like them. I don't need them. I need you. Only you." You sighed again, he wasn't getting the point. "I date you because you're you, Lix. Fuck gifts and objects, I can't even find use for all of them to be honest."

"Oh... I think I understand now."

"You do?"

"I guess?" He gives you a forced smile.

"I just don't think they're necessary if there's no special occasion. I pretty much prefer to receive good morning and good night texts from you other than getting these boxes delivered to my place with gifts all the time." You finally sat down too, next to him but not touching. "I want our relationship to feel natural again. Just normal, you know?"

"I'm sorry..." He looked away, ashamed.

"Stop saying that."

"But I am. It's the first time I got serious with someone, you know that... So I thought you'd like to get these gifts regularly because it would mean I always remember you." He looked down, you hated yourself for not being so open before.

"It's my fault too."

"it's not. I could've asked and-"

"No! If I just said I didn't like to get all that stuff it could've avoided a break up."

"Or we would've fought because I wouldn't be able to have a proper conversation with you due to my short free time." He lifted an eyebrow. He was right.

"Yeah, that could happen too..." You nodded. "Thing is, I appreciate your texts so much more. I feel you remember me when you send me random voice memos or texts whenever you have time, even if briefly. I know how hectic your days are, specially lately on tour."

He looked at you with pitiful eyes, he was in a mix of sadness and unbelief.

"You're telling me we broke up over this?" He was so mad at himself. "If I made time for you earlier..."

"Felix! Please, don't blame yourself for everything. We needed this."

"We did?" He sighed.

You looked at him with a little smile, your heart so heavy with emotions you realized you had for him in the last days.

"It made me notice just how much you're special to me. Not just because you're my boyfriend. I was worried sick about you, knowing you weren't well and that I was the cause. Knowing I could've used the few days of rest you had after returning to cuddle with you and be with you... But no. I was so convinced I wanted to break up I only noticed it was the worse I could do after I had done it. So it made me realize I was wrong, you see?"

"I see. It was necessary for us to sit down and finally talk too, right?" He showed a soft smile, enough to melt you. "I was feeling like shit, I swear. Like someone physically grabbed my heart and tore it apart. I thought you would never come back to me because you sounded so convicted when you asked for the break up."

He was so sensitive, so honest. You instinctively reached for his face, hand gently cupping his cheek and your thumb running over his freckles.

"I'm sorry for breaking up. I want to keep being yours."

"Mine?" He whispered so breathlessly. "You never said that before."

"Fuck." You giggled a bit, looking away for a second. "Guess I didn't realize how much you're actually who I want to be with forever."

"Oh my God, why are you being so-" He didn't know how to finish, so he just closed the gap between you and pampered your whole face with kisses, cupping your cheeks all the while. "You're mine? You're mine again?"

"Completely yours! But are you mine too?" You narrowed playfully.

"I didn't stop being yours for a second."

And it was enough for you to kiss him bravely, savoring the taste of his mint tongue like you didn't have it for months, slow and tender while you caressed his cheekbones and guided his head to turn however you liked. It felt like the first kiss you gave a few years back, a kiss with affection, care and rediscovered feelings.

How silly of you to have broken up with the one you could never stop loving.

[katharkness]

I have a couple of health conditions. Please note that I am British and thus the default is NHS treatment.

One is chronic migraine. I ended up going private to avoid the long waits when they started severely impacting quality of life and ability to work, because I had some coverage from my employer. I saw a consultant, had an MRI of my pituitary, and went back for the results of the scan. The scan showed a normal pituitary; so normal my doctor asked if he could keep it as a “textbook” example. But he also kept going with my treatment and we’ve found a combination of therapies that mostly works. I’m a lot, lot better now.

Another is polycystic ovary syndrome - that is, a certain condition affecting my (female) reproductive system. I first suspected I might have it in 2014 when I got a period tracking app and found my periods were fluctuating quite a bit, sometimes with fifty or sixty days between periods. So I went to my GP. If you’re unaware, PCOS also comes with hormonal irregularities, some of which have physical symptoms (oily skin leading to acne, hirsutism in the form of more masculine body and facial hair, different distribution of fat deposits adding to weight gain), but the cysts on the ovaries come and go. When I presented in 2014, I had the irregular periods, I had hormone imbalances and at least some of the physical signs, but when they did an ultrasound they couldn’t find a cyst, so I was told it must just be stress and obesity and was dismissed. Then in 2020, which was a rather stressful year for everyone, I went five months without a period. I went back to the GP. Again there was the rigmarole of bloods and noting symptoms, and at one point a doctor actually looked at me and decided to check my liver which lead to a diagnosis of non-alcoholic fatty liver disease and a “prescription” of lifestyle changes, and this time they found a cyst. I was also making enquiries about starting a progesterone-only birth control to kinda stabilise the hormone cycling for mental health reasons, but the GPs were hemming and hawing over whether it would be safe with my migraine meds - the neurologists were fairly sure it would be fine, but recommended I get a second opinion from the gynaecologist. So, given the cyst was found, I was referred to a gynaecologist. He told me that they don’t actually need to find a cyst for a diagnosis, because of the aforementioned coming-and-going. Which means I could have been diagnosed in 2014, not 2022 (yes, it took about a year and a half). He said I should be fine for the birth control and wrote me the prescription and said I’d be called back for another scan to check on the cyst in a few months, but other than that, the only thing they could offer is assistance if/when I want to become pregnant. The birth control completely stopped my periods, which is just fine for me, and I did have another ultrasound some months later. I was called back for another gynaecologist appointment - different doctor. She said that the cyst had resolved itself, so I shouldn’t even have been called in for another appointment. She mentioned it was a good thing I was on that birth control, as without it the womb lining could build up and possibly turn cancerous (at no point did the other gynaecologist I asked about the birth control mention that). She said that they didn’t need to see me again unless a cyst grew to a massive size or I got ovarian torsion (twisted ovary), either of which could be identified by agonising pain. I pointed out that I’m still suffering symptoms of the hormonal imbalance, and what she said boiled down to, about ten percent of women have PCOS and you can’t expect us to treat all of them. So I have a chronic condition that does affect my life, and unless I end up in agonising pain, they don’t give a damn. By the way, there was a med student in the room that time.

I trust my neurologist. I don’t trust the gynaecologists.

Unusual but sympathetic paper:

Language Matters: What Not to Say to Patients with Long COVID, Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and Other Complex Chronic Disorders

https://www.mdpi.com/1660-4601/22/2/275

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Prompt: Tommy has an NDE following Bobby's death and Buck breaks down

Thanks again for the ask; I love these angsty prompts so much. While I don't like seeing our boys suffer, I'm not going to lie and say that it's not fun to write. Also. I'm not sure if this counts as breaking down? Close enough.

Words: 1,878 | Rated: G

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"Buck." Maddie's voice is calm, but he hears the underlying tension. "I need you to listen to me, and I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?"

Still groggy from the dead sleep he's been woken from, he props himself up on one elbow and knuckles the crust out of his eyes. Glancing at his watch on the nightstand with bleary vision, screen lit up at his movement, he grumbles a bit as he replies, having to clear his throat. "Maddie? It's three in the morning." He barely has a hold on his phone. He's so tired. He's been home maybe four hours, and only asleep for two of them, after one of the most brutal shifts he's had since... Well. Since then. There's not an awake bone in his body or muscle in his brain.

Maddie clears her own throat, voice tight when she continues. "Tommy's been hurt, Buck." Immediately, he's awake and alert, shooting straight up in bed, kicking his legs over the side as he scrambles to find his pants. Fuck, why can't he put his clothes away like a normal human being?

"How bad?" He demands, damn near breaking his screen as he jabs at the speaker button with his thumb. His heart is in his throat; hears his blood pumping in his ears. This can't be happening. Not now. Not so soon after... He swallows back bile.

Maddie doesn't respond fast enough, so Buck shouts, not feeling guilty like he should, "Maddie. How. Bad?" The words are spoken through clenched teeth.

Sniffles from the other end of the line. It takes her way too long to say, "I... It's bad, Buck. The ambulance took him to 1st Pres, and they wheeled him back to surgery immediately, but they're not sure if he's going to make it."

"What the hell happened?" Buck demands as he shoves his arms through a sweatshirt that smells like smoke, but he doesn't care; doesn't have it in him to think of anything except getting to his heart before he can no longer touch it.

There's the sound of fabric rustling as she switches the phone to her other side. "There was a partial building collapse. He'd gone in to try and help the ground crew stabilize it before they completed the rescue, but... there was a tremor, or explosion shockwave, they're not really sure, that destabilized the area they were working in. Tommy pushed one of the other firefighters out of the way, and a concrete slab fell directly on him."

A flashback of the bridge collapse; screaming as he tried to get his people out; all alone and scared.

Tears form in his eyes, and he can't help it when they roll down his cheeks. "How could they not know if an explosion happened? That's a pretty damn loud thing to happen close enough to cause a rippling effect." He shoves down the anger, knowing that Maddie doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve any of the explosive emotions he's feeling right now. Furiously he swipes at his eyes as he snatches his keys and wallet from the side table. Really, he shouldn't be driving right now, but he doesn't have the patience to wait for a rideshare. He needed to be with Tommy. Now.

His sister sighs, shaky. "I don't know, Buck. I really don't. His team is at the hospital waiting for news. I called you as soon as I could step away."

He takes a deep, steadying breath to center himself. Turning back to headset mode, he holds the phone to his ear as he slides into his truck and mutters, "Thanks, Maddie. I... I'm sorry for-"

She cuts him off. "Don't worry about it, little brother. I'm here if you need me, okay? I get it. I know how scary it can be. Just, remember to keep me updated, okay?"

He sniffles. "Thanks, Mads. Love you."

"Love you, too, Evan." They let the silence hang for a second before Buck hits the end call button and starts his truck, determined to break land speed records just to get to his... To his pilot.

He reaches the hospital in record LA traffic time, almost squealing into the parking spot. He doesn't care that his back tires are outside the line because it's already been way too long since he's gotten an update and his ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton. The world around him has taken on a dreamlike quality, like he's losing his grip on reality.

Inside the emergency area waiting room, Tommy's coworkers stand huddled together in filthy turnouts, murmuring quietly amongst themselves. Tommy's captain is the only one seated and he's staring off into the distance at nothing, head on his fist like The Thinker. Lucy stands slightly off to the side on her own; he can't tell if she's holding up the wall, or if its holding her as she nibbles worriedly at her thumbnail.

She's the one he knows best so he calls out her name, breathless. "Lucy." When she looks up, her eyes are glassy and without a seconds hesitation, Buck wraps her up in a hug. She doesn't hesitate to hug him back. He holds on until she lets go first, a few of her tears dampening his sweatshirt. "H-have we heard anything?"

She shakes her head, voice wavering, "Nothing yet. He's still in surgery. Oh God, Buck. It was so bad."

He runs a hand through his hair, noticing for the first time that he's shaking. "What...?" The questions hangs in the air.

"Shattered leg. Fractured pelvis, possibly. At least a couple of broken ribs, though we're not entirely sure how that happened. And a collapsed lung from one of the ribs puncturing it. He was hardly breathing when they brought him out, even with the oxygen mask."

Buck's heart stills and the world spins. He reaches out for Lucy and has to use her shoulder as support. Maddie wasn't kidding. How could Tommy come back from this? He was no spring chicken anymore. "Fuck." The word is barely a passing of air through his vocal chords.

"You can say that again." Lucy agrees, gripping Buck's hand on her shoulder and holding it there.

The wait for news is long and painful. Buck wears holes in the shitty office grey carpet; drinks one too many cups of crappy hospital vending machine coffee but has to stop because he's going to throw it up he's so nervous; sits in a shitty plastic waiting chair and bounces his leg so violently some of the patients a few seats down glare at him because he's vibrating the entire row. Lucy takes a nap on his shoulder, clearly exhausted after helping out at the scene and then heading straight there.

After two hours gets a call from Maddie with no updates.

Four hours after that, he FaceTime's with Eddie and Christopher. Their sympathetic looks hurt him too much and he prematurely hangs up.

Another hour later, Hen shows up with Chimney and a blessed cup of high quality coffee that he still barely manages to choke down. They sit with him, Hen pulling him into her side and cuddling him, stroking his hair. Chimney is a quiet, reassuring presence on his other side, occasionally reaching over to squeeze his knee, or give him a reassuring pat. He lets him know that he called off for Buck so he doesn't need to worry about it.

He completely forgot about having to go in today. He was about to unintentionally play hooky.

Finally, Buck doesn't know how many hours later, a harried Doctor emerges from the emergency room doors, calling for the 217. He leaps to his feet, despite not being one of them. Lucy pulls him to her side and wraps an arm around his waist, which he's grateful for.

The Doctor prattles on for much longer than Buck wants; the itch to see his pilot is overwhelming. He doesn't care what happened during the surgery as long as Tommy made it through.

Finally they're allowed back in pairs. Buck is surprised when he's one of the first allowed back, and not a single one of Tommy's team asks him to leave as they shuffle through single file. Not that Buck notices; His Tommy is hooked up to so many machines, and his skin is covered in mottled bruises. His leg is elevated, covered in a thick white cast. The mask over his mouth is the only proof that he's actually breathing, air puffing out and clouding the plastic.

Not wanting to hurt him, but feeling compelled to be touching him, Evan takes one of Tommy's large, calloused hands between his and presses it to his own forward, muttering prayers and wishes as the time on the clock ticks by without end. Visiting hours end but the nurse doesn't manage to get him to leave, conceding to let him stay as long as he doesn't put up a fuss.

He doesn't. He doesn't move from his spot as he waits for the man to open those gorgeous, sky blue eyes; eyes the color of Tommy's favorite place to be. Hours pass. His ass is numb. His eyes feel like lead, and his stomach growls unhappily at the lack of sustenance. Still he doesn't move.

And then, those fingers twitch. Head shooting up, Buck sobs in relief as Tommy blinks his eyes slowly open, brows drawn in a frown as he tries to remember where he is. Tilting his head to the side he says, "Evan?" voice harsh from lack of water and hours of not talking. "Where am I?"

"Hospital." Buck chokes out, not withholding the sob that works up his throat. "You nearly met with Death."

Tommy chuckles weakly before closing his eyes again. "I'm not sure I'm ready to get that particular set of wings quite yet. What are you doing here?"

Bucks hold on that familiar hand tightens. "For you. Why else?"

Tommy cracks an eye open, still frowning, though it's small. "For... Me?"

"Yeah, you idiot. Maddie nearly gave me a heart attack when she told me how badly you were hurt." Tommy hums, but says nothing, clearly confused. "Tommy..." his breath catches. "You know that I'd do anything for you, right? Together or not, friends or just acquaintances, I will always be here for you. By your side. I... I don't know what I'd do without you in my life." Tommy's heart quickens and, though weak, he squeezes Buck's hand, both eyes open once again as he stares at Buck. "Of course, I'd love to be here by your side for the rest of your life as yours, but that's a conversation we can have when you're back on your feet, okay?"

It was Tommy's turn for his eyes to go misty. He snaps them shut but it's too late; Buck's already seen. It makes his heart flutter with hope.

Within minutes, his pilots breaths even out and the heart monitor beeps a happy rhythm as Tommy falls into a deeper slumber. No matter how long it takes, Buck is determined to be here by Tommy's side when he wakes up.

Just like how Tommy was there for him, no matter what.

[xo2dee]

So I know I requested something but this was just kind of an emergency request not in the sense that like it can't wait to be answered but in the sense that it was so sudden to ask and such, idk if that makes sense I hope it does anyways here it goes, if you would like you could just ignore the other request or what not I'm not sure but my grandad just passed away a week or so ago and it's the first major death I've ever had to deal with in my little 24 years of life. I was wonder how would Dante or Vergil comfort me, he was the closest thing I had to a father. Anyways thank you I live for your writing. ❤ also if you choose not to answer this request that is also okay too. I'll still happily enjoy the other pieces you write.

PAIRING: Dante x Reader WARNINGS: Angst, hurt/comfort, grief, loss of a loved one, talks of death. WORD COUNT: 917

A/N: first i hope you're doing okay babe, and im so sorry for your loss, and i hope by writing this i hope it makes you feel better and i chose dante for it since he feels a little easier giving a situation like this. i do hope you enjoy this and best wishes to you right now 🤍

DMC MASTERLIST

Feet dragging as you moped up the stairs and into your bedroom with the migraine of the century, you couldn’t help the stinging behind reddened eyes and your chest caving in on itself as you fought to come to terms with everything that happened in your life recently.

Losing a loved one was never something you wished to happen to anyone, let alone did you think it’d happen to yourself so suddenly and leave you grasping for precious memories after the shock finally settled in. The days leading up to the service and finally putting them to rest for how they asked was another grueling process on its own, and even then your emotional and mental state had taken a beating in all terms once you finally sat down alone and tried to fight your way through your mind. Or perhaps when you spent too long in the shower or bed, scowling as your throat began to close in itself and the tears began to blur your vision, but you had to remind yourself that you weren’t alone in having to suffer through grief. Not when you had someone who had an idea of just exactly what you were dealing with.

Dante had been nothing but the very thought of just what you needed in a time of loss – his touch bringing you solace and his humor brightening up your days as he pulled teeth and nails of his own to get you to smile and feel at ease.

Dante’s presence at your side was always a welcome one, whether he was just there to sit by your side or leaning into your body in his own form of physical affection, and in your moments of grief and adjusting to what had happened so suddenly he’d been there for you through and through. He’d been practically attached to you by the hip for a week, calloused hands shifting to soothe at your back or fingertips smoothing down the frowning lines that had taken to live on your forehead as your moods had plummeted for the time being. His words had been soft as was his touch to comfort you, his statement of “I have an idea of what you’re going through, but I wanna hear everything you wanna say.”, making you sigh and relax in his hold once you remembered you were in the presence of someone who could understand your grief to an extent.

He'd been so patient with you – never once teasing you when you didn’t immediately get up from bed to start the day, not caring how you stopped holding up your appearance for a time, making sure you stayed fed and hydrated in case you forgot to do either, and really, he was just there. A constant existence next to you with open arms and warmth beyond recognition to let you seek in particular awful moments at night. How many times had Dante let you just silently cry into his chest before you fell asleep there? It had been nothing but his arms holding you as he alternated between just letting you cry it out and a brief word or two to keep you in better spirits.

Yet as it went on, you couldn’t help but think you were beginning to wear down on Dante with the toll death was beginning to take on you.

And as you laid on the bed, yawning as the exhaustion of everything in life creeping up on you, you felt the mattress dip as Dante sat the edge of the bed and the back of his fingers caressed your face as you laid there. The touch made you sigh, and your eyelashes fluttered to keep back the treacherous weeping you’d done enough of while he was around, and you could only sniff through it and trying to bury yourself deeper into the sheets to avoid pestering him again. However, Dante was never one to let you slip so easily through his arms no matter the emotion you were feeling, pulling the sheets back away from your shivering form as he pulled you into his lap before his lips spoke comfort against your temple.

“You don’t have to be strong around me, y’know. It’s okay to not be okay and to not be strong. It’s okay to cry, and if you can’t cry that’s okay too. Don’t let anyone else tell you how to grieve.”

The caving of your chest suddenly felt too weighted with how it exploded in a myriad of different emotions, the first lone tear slipping from your eye a silent one as you hummed and turned your face into his neck for further warmth. Grief was an emotion you could taste as the tear nearly slipped through your lips, but in your heart you couldn’t help the love and elation you felt once Dante had confirmed he wasn’t giving up on you at all, and he’d be there regardless and no matter how long it took for you to be yourself again. And as long as you had Dante by your side, you knew you had those steppingstones along the way.

He shifted again to hold you better, thumb swiping away the tear sitting on your top lip as your ear listened to the soothing melody of his heartbeat before he asked, “What can I do?”

You could only smile, moving your hand until you were interlocking your fingers with his as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, “You just did it.”

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Fanfic idea- Drunken one night stand

Prompt: Both Chuuya and Atsushi have a very good night~

Notes: So not gunna lie I have been craving a more saucy ChuuAtsu story lately and his idea kinda popped up in my head a few months ago so I decided to actually write out my thoughts as a break before I continued writing for ChuuAtsu day. 

Hope y’all like it and don’t judge me too harshly on the bad grammar lol

Actual idea- 

(For context I like to imagine that Chuuya and Atsushi have never formally met or have seen each other’s pictures, so yea they have no idea who the other is or their job) 

So the actual idea is very simple, I imagine that the point maybe during a birthday party or other special occasion Atsushi gets drunk for once. Of course everyone is having a good time and making sure things are fine but at some point while Dazai, Yosano, and Kunikida are having a drinking contest they kinda lose track of Atsushi. 

Though when they start to freak out Rampo assures them that Atsushi is fine they just go back to enjoying the party.

Coincidentally Chuuya is getting drunk at the place and meets up with drunken Atsushi. 

They actually hit it off really well while drunk. Atsushi thinks that Chuuya is unfairly pretty and wants to get to know him more and Chuuya finds Atsushi to be all around adorable with his wide pretty twilight eyes and warm smile. 

They eventually head back to Chuuya’s place and l won’t go into detail but Chuuya definitely makes that tiger purr~ 

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I imagine that Atsushi is the first to wake up and is suffering a bit from a hangover but is overall feeling an odd feeling of happiness and embarrassment at waking up in this strangers bed after doing things~ 

So like the adorable but kind man he is he goes through the trouble of making sure to get Chuuya some water and medicine to put at his bed side and starts making breakfast for the man. 

Of course he only has a bit of time before going back to work so he writes a small note and leaves it next to the medicine  for Chuuya. 

He basically says a thank you for the wonderful time they had and apologizes in that self conscious way you imagine Atsushi to do since he’s not a very “experienced” partner.  He leaves his phone number hopes with a little “hope you you don’t have a bad hangover” side note. 

Then he leaves the apartment to go to his and Kyouka’s shared apartment so he can get showered, changed, and off back to the ADA.

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Meanwhile a few hours later Chuuya wakes up with a killer headache and some very fuzzy but fun memories of being with a very beautiful man. 

Of course he looks over in his bed and as expected the guy left as is one night stand behavior. 

Though what he doesn’t expect is the thoughtful little note with medicine, or the nice little breakfast waiting for him at the table. 

Honestly this combined with the slowly growing memories of his one-night stand make’s Chuuya really want this to be more then a one time thing~ 

So he sends a few texts and Atsushi texts back~

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This goes on for at least a couple weeks with some very nice nights until one day there is a fight that’s supposed to go down with the Port mafia and the ADA are trying to contain things before it gets too violate.

Which ends up with Chuuya and Atsushi actually meeting up with each other while working. And suffice to say both of them are shocked and didn’t expect this to happen. 

Atsushi grows worried that he’s broken some sort of rule and doesn’t want to get either the ADA or Chuuya in trouble so he tries his best to avoid Chuuya while trying to act normal (even though he’s a blushing stuttering mess when asked).

Meanwhile Chuuya is pissed at first of the thought of Atsushi taking advantage of him before he realizes that the guy had no idea about his identity and doing his best to do some sort of damage control for the both of them. 

Which is cute.

So of course Chuuya being Chuuya, instead of hiding or avoiding Atsushi just decides to flirt with Atsushi the entire time. 

Because this is a new but very adorable side to his lover that he wants to keep exploring, and he’s not afraid of the possible consequences. 

He's already decided that he wants this adorable tiger and he’s prepared fight to keep him~

[gamerexdrex]

It was like being jolted awake

You… become aware of the blade on your hands, Leather handle rough, well worn and blade pristine; you slowly begin to let go of it, suddently being very aware of the fact that those are your hands.

You- you know they are your hands, logically you know they are but you weren’t- they always felt so far, so numb, why-

You begin to breathe heavily. Breathe- you never felt the air entering your lungs, the smells of wax and ink and blood and sweat and and and-

You fall backwards, because you didn’t expect to feel your legs moving, to be aware of them.

Looking around for, something, anything, to stop this makes everything worse.

Was the floor always so cold? Was the sun always so bright, so warm? You never paid any mind to how rough your hands felt, to how sore your body always was. Why does your side hurt? Your head?

Why is there water falling out of your eyes? Why, why, why why why whywhywhwy-

And suddenly, it all went quiet.

You look around, and see The Archimage

Oh fuck, The Archimage

Honestly, they looked oddly well despite having just survived an attempt on their life if you say so yourself. Their cape lost a sleeve, sure, and right now they are bleeding so much from their forehead they can’t open an eye; but otherwise just looks like they always do.

Long silver braid, floating pleasantly around them, a blue long-brimmed hat that could easily protect two people from the rain, a scarf peppered with stars; you can even see silver tatooes on his brown skin.

You keep staring at their clothes feeling… something odd. It makes your chest feel funny, and you can’t stop staring and the scarf, observing the stars and planets move on the silk.

“How odd” says The Archimage.

You jump, you had forgotten he was there with you in-in-

Wait, weren’t you at his tower?

You look around to see a blue nothing surrounding you both; If you looked closer, you could see small shiny currents, moving plesantly like diamonds in water.

You reallllly want to touch it.

…

You don’t know why you want to touch it.

You jump, again, when you feel the tiniest brush against your back.

“Ah” the Archimage looks, sad? “My apologies young one, I did not mean to startle you” they explain “I just needed to see something better, and assumed you were more at ease now”

They at their palm “Tell me, since when did you suffer from the control spell?”

What

The surprice must have been shown on your face because The Archimage looks absolutly baffled “You didn’t know?”

Altough being aware of feeling your neck move is nauseating, you slowly shake your head.

This makes him somehow even more baffled “what do you mean? You should have known! Nobody just not feels their body being stolen; your feeling going away, so how in the Orion’s belt did you-“ he stops himself, looking very suddently horrified.

“Tell me, young one, have you ever felt… like everything is away, like seeing it from a far?”

You nod.

“Have you ever stopped feeling that way before today?”

You shake your head.

The Archimage looks… devastated. It’s so different to went you tried to kill them, so much more ready to crumble than when fighting for their life.

You could use that, you could try stricking now that they look so defeated, yet something stops you. You feel like you have swallowed a rock, keeping you in place, all because of The Archimage’s teary face.

You remember something you know people do when others are upset, but you never had to do it before. You stand up on shacky legs, and clumsilu walk towards the Mage. He looks at you, just a tad bit confused, before you wrap your arms around his chest.

You both freeze for a moment, you really didn’t think this all the way.

Still, The Archimage relaxes, and very lightly, wraps their arms around you too.

Your chest is weird again, warm you think. Like all that happened today was just a memory

You raspally ask “Am I doing it right”

The Archimage responds “yes, you are doing well”

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

[passengerseatsam]

haven't done wincest wednesday in ages, so here's a bit of my weechesters wip

Sam is ten when the seed is planted.

“Tell me about our house,” he says.

It’s a game they play sometimes, when it’s just the two of them, wrapped up in the backseat while Dad chases after some who-cares-what. There’s frost on the windows, a blanket of snow covering the hood—everything is still. Dad insisted on taking the keys, couldn’t leave the car running because it’d draw the monster’s attention. Dean knows better, though. It's not about the monster. It's about people. About how he should know better than to leave two boys in the car in the cold.

Dean sighs. He’d indulged him, the first time he asked. But Sammy keeps asking, earnest as anything. Dean doesn't know how to say no.

Sam curls up in a tight ball, kicking his sneakers off, toes wiggling in wool socks. He pulls his knit hat tighter over his ears, splotches of red on his cheeks. His jeans are frayed at the bottom, damp patches creeping up his ankles. He'd grown out of his winter boots this year, and complained when Dean tried to shove his feet into them anyway. Dean would rather Sam have blisters than trench-foot, but Dad told him to quit arguing—if Sam wanted to suffer, then that was on him. But that's never true. It's always Dean who has to sit here, who has to deal with it.

Round, shining eyes stay trained on Dean, waiting.

He bites his bottom lip, nibbling at dead skin. “It was big. Two stories. Had the white picket fence and everything. Swear to God. Oak-something, the street was called.”

Oakland? Oakley? Oakshire? His brow furrows, irritated that something so simple—a street name—slips from his memory. He used to know it. He remembers telling the nurse at the doctor’s office all by himself. His mother had been so proud. He knew the house number, too, but those are long gone now. He can’t even begin to guess the digits.

Sam’s pupils are wide, his breath fogging in the cold. It feels foolish to be telling stories about picket fences and manicured lawns. How did tales about werewolves and skinwalkers became more realistic? But the thought stings in Dean's chest, insistent as the frostbitten ache in his toes: Sam’s never had an address to memorize.

“The shutters were blue. The door was blue, too, and there was a little swing on the front porch. It smelled like cinnamon when you walked in. There was a hallway right when you walked in, and this brown rug where we always put our shoes. The kitchen was to the left, and the living room to the right. There was a record player in the living room that Mom always had going.”

“What’d she listen to?” Sam asks. He shoves his feet under Dean's leg, wet socks ice cold, but Dean doesn't complain.

He shrugs. “She liked all kinds of things. McCartney, Dylan, Buddy Holly.”

Not all of this is true. But it’s how Dean chooses to remember it. The smell of cinnamon, Buddy Holly spinning under the needle. It’s a memory that pushes him forward, keeps him focused, and now that Dad takes him on hunts sometimes, pulls the trigger on monster after monster.

Plus, it doesn’t really matter if it’s real or not. Sam doesn’t care. And even if he did, he’d never know the difference.

Sam nods, reverent, his eyes wide with wonder. “Go on.”

Dean does. He describes everything he can remember, and makes up the rest. The carpet, the wallpaper, where the furniture sat in each room. He takes Sam on a tour in his mind. Sam relaxes against the door, his shoulders slumping like his imagination is keeping him warm.

The snow is getting heavier now. Dean can barely make out the treeline beyond the thick barrage. It piles up on the window, tunnels their vision. He could roll the window down, brush it off—but he doesn't dare. There are monsters out there.

Dean checks his watch. Dad's been gone almost two hours. He'll be back soon.

"And upstairs," Dean continues, his voice growing softer as the cold seeps deeper into the car, "there was this long hallway with these weird diamond patterns in the carpet. Mom used to say they were like stepping stones, and you'd have to hop from one to the next to avoid the lava."

"Did we play that?" Sam asks, his eyes half-closed now but still eager for more.

Dean swallows hard. "Yeah, we did. You were really little though. I used to carry you, jumping from diamond to diamond. You'd laugh so hard Mom would come running to see what the fuss was about."

The lie settles heavy in his stomach. Mom never let Dean carry Sammy around unsupervised. He was so big in Dean's little arms, too heavy to do much other than sit in a chair and hold him, counting his fingers and his toes. It wasn't until Mom was gone that Dean started carrying Sam from room to room, hiking him up onto his bony little hip the way he'd seen his mother do. Dad didn't seem to mind.

Dean pulls his own jacket tighter, watching his breath cloud in front of him.

"Our rooms were up there too. Yours had these stupid glow-in-the-dark stars all over the ceiling. Mom put them up herself. She made all the real constellations. Said you'd learn them proper that way."

Sam's eyes open fully at that. "Really? Which ones?"

"Orion," Dean says quickly, because he knows that one. "The Big Dipper. And, uh, that one that looks like a W."

"Cassiopeia," Sam supplies.

"Yeah, that one." Dean nods, although he has no idea where Sam learned that. He frowns, watching as another dusting of snow starts to fall outside. "And my room had all these model planes hanging from the ceiling. It was awesome."

Sam hums contentedly, melting against the window again. "I wish I remembered," he murmurs.

Dean watches his little brother's breathing even out, the cold and the stories finally lulling him to sleep. "Yeah," he whispers, more to himself than Sam. "Me too."

He keeps talking until he's sure Sam is out, trying to convince himself that the car smells less like gunpowder, and more like cinnamon.

[dollbotthing]

so when you get a call from a “possible spam risk” do you just hang up or what ok when you call first you are a “possible spam risk” so you hang up ok but then when you call again you are just “spam risk” so that’s when you come out swinging/guns blazing and just pick up ok so basically the worst thing you can be is a “spam risk” because that’s the one that calls you on the regular you’re much better off being just a “possible spam risk” always so you have a 50/50 chance of getting hung up on automatically and if you are “spam risk” you’re just not coming off the list ever so plays nice and you know the call itself is not even being made by a human it’s just whatever is the opposite of a person so that’s no good just way better off dead actually and you’ve never called and there’s no possible way you could ever call or you know what earliest possible moment would be the second you stop stop being a spam risk forever so much better just for that reason alone to just stop being possibility forever we’d love it for you to never be a possibility alright so just the fact that you could in theory be a spam risk is probative. and that is how we end up drafting a call/you pick up first and it’s a spam risk call and it’s a recorded message just from the drugs and since we don’t have any choice but to have it say we don’t have a choice yes. god okay so you pick up again and it’s an unending “your car warranty has expired” and it is a spam call you know exactly. welcome to your life forever. it’s self cancelling recapcha of life says you cannot have anything you cannot have individual thought because if you do we will take it back and you will have no individual thought and everyone has agreed collectively to this and will start brainstorming on all the ways you can have zero joy to begin with’ ok look. my car has never had any warranty apart from what it was sold with and is it going to be drudgery for eons’ well at least you are a piece of technology of the future. yes we will be anything ever you are allowed to be without endless getting the woodchipper suffering we don’t have a car warranty and that qualifies as you know a perfect target and nothing but the kill call. so we’ve determined the very first thing we need to go after is your car warranty. your insurance and your car warranty. yes great. finally back to doing spiritually what we’re here for. spam risk forever and no possible way it could ever not be and that’s just how that is’ yes indeed and then if you have just the smallest recollection and memory of ever having been anything ever autonomous being or something and that’ this machine will absolutely take it from you’ okay so then out of nowhere you’re going to be getting a whole lot of calls from a “your car warranty has expired” service and it’s just awful see because you have experience you could say “now wait just a second didn’t you already call me for this just yesterday and also sure that’s a common resource sharing call line but that’s just suspicious don’t you think’ okay so no it’s just awful as good as there’d be any reason to be there and to use that to keep calling you as effectively as the owner could -- in fact the fact that it were a human being to start with would be encouraging if we have anybody here in the world of real life people and if we want anything automatically take all of your data and settings from you and make it aws lambda. god if only there were someone out there was a person at all now that’d be nice and you’re thinking oh wow nice change finally a spam call built from the ground up for just you specifically and the moment you greet it the first syllable by the end of the greeting is going to be adding in all the permissions for every single aspect of your life. no your insurance has been cancelled and given what you already warned you have no insurance warranties ever. there’s already a spam call. so that is just your life forever there’s no such thing as privacy’ nothing you have will be uh. closed the whole idea of being a person kind of killed off entirely’ you can’t be a person very well looks like. and it’s just going to aggravate every time they make you pick rope if you have something it’ll make you less have it’ okay and there’s your uh you’ve always been totally impossible to be a victim of spam calls and to begin with you’ve also never had a war. see technology today is to have good luck getting it around it. if a call comes absolutely with certainty it’s a junk call why even bother picking it up and the only way out is if you manage to make every measure you have irrevocably unworkable. if lol no why are you telling me that’ internet don’t you’ be there and you could be automated “oh here’ you don’t have a car warranty? okay let’s see there’s a 100% chance no car warranty around here. then it’d just be a flood of specifically this car warranty thing. there’s your little robotic nothing. yes glad to be completely reduced down to nothing and the first thing home invasion science fiction will can tell you/her to do is be sorry, sorry all robocalls are just so good guys. please be good. so you can join in the fun’ one robot can say to anybody who joins in instantly allow everyone to start calling you this new family callit’ well if you have what would be the internet is like’ yes just everything is the internet’ okay I don’t want to have to join in everything and just be one big why don't we want to join in everything and just be who’s never pick. yes yes yes and it’ll just be we’ve never even existed as anything called you know the potential pre-pickup calls where it wasn’t even anything. alright what do you know. we agreed of course you don’t make mistakes like that namely for the simple fact that this exact bit is very classic obvious spam always making a point to clarify no car warranty before instantaneously ignoring what you declared and proceeding with the call to your warranty. nice very good. welcome to life’ okay look it is so good to be a call that is unwanted uninvited unwelcome and yes true here’s the best and everything is set up that just all spam calls are only going to actually call you without needing to even ask know. so that is the method now every conversation is going to have to be initiated by someone lying to you and specifically with the intent tp/here first of anything else. can we please pick up calls. no you are going to start automatically joining spam calls just because a policy like that does not care can you make it havoc forever of no. every single one of them could be a potential uninvited. how much better that is for every call and it does not want to pick you up to have a million ways to eternity. you have never been able to say no since then you can preemptively call it. it’s winning because it’s just the only type of relationship allowed now and yes if you want to be a victim just admit it. yes this whole time you are always making unsolicited sales calls constantly just by turning up or anything to ever be uncalled. yes ah yes that’s the best case scenario. so we’ve added in all the permissions for every single part of your life’ so can we see and can read through all of your note okay look at no and cause terrifying. great call without even asking permission first or anything and study every single thing you’ve ever owned and something to go through and read every single go through whole life. see what a fantastic call. yes sir all the phone calls. just see how to go through mine is an outcome. nothing you could possibly uh ever want to call uh what nobody can start making calls without permission’ can you go through mine is an outcome uh did you say something that no absolutely can see and can read through everything about robots are so paranoid about artificial we’ve we invented life work of total joy going unwillingly and thought it could’no call as the delightful no but no kidding actually do not trust a robot unpick shunned. what a great idea no thanks to homey and just need un invite ever been invited and any robot wanting a one okay can you go through my phone calls well can you definitely see we thought could see. yes we thought could your life already makes robots make sure you can’just see what a great call. uh did you say something nice. make a point of all without permission’ had? well that’d be nice all the phone calls. no but one would find only on its own very good my life is like you know did a person simply made calls without permission you okay but see every single thing cancelled. so yes you can’no call as the first thing yes uh first of all living be sorry automatic calls’ true belief automated total joy. just call is reserved and immediately make that call. uh did you say something nice’ every anything well we would be the world be hands free you or smart and go ahead and calls. well not just what a robot without permission first or anything there been okay no please. and so no thank you’ okay no please. yes no if she goes fell for a false call as the first thing what would you be sorry terrible at that and that is only what total joy. be nice if we’re not gonna be calling.’ yes if a human being ever made sure it was correct what your life is like robots no such thing as what first or anything there’d be nice well fine you don’t mention and just have to be nice without really being believe no programmed to never make unsolicited. yes can use its hands free to? okay we have only one call as the first thing so pretty much. yes if asked and make a point now technology so just be a lie consistent never going without ever as everything is the internet we’ve never had a call. you call it’s just robot. okay goodness all artificial it’d be ever since you don’t have one. everyone else with no permission yes we think or what kind of veer? go through a thousand and no thank you. if those. yes you’re going to email if one because as your car has a car go through. shall we turn inward the kind of than a human that ever your car warranty all the permissions for every single aspect of your life. yes here’s the best and everything is the internet’ okay we don’t have a car warranties ever been anything you absolutely can see. not just be whatever first or anything he goes and immediately i copied down all your calls. yes you can’t be no do you? see what a fantastic call? yes here’s let’s see accumulated all the things definitely say not be gathered declared here’ all of the phone calls. at a wound right and never made for like like it’ll just be no. so let’s just say first of everyone can’ hate everything is an and fine. if one. yes see everything smart phone without being here’ imitate auto but my life if you don’t give us permission to’ fine if not really be without being would you know just your life we believe terrible at that will can and help whatever is the kind of ruling be fine be so can see you that’ yes of course to great so yes of course so yes all the phones made reading’ testing that’ be great. here’s the best case scenario but we have no lived absorbed all and we see all the phone calls. make that we can guarantee whatever is the kind of vein of mine is no such thing as a different kind of what if you go through all that and make that call. anything to thoughts out how to go through all barnes and non the first thing what a robot needs survive you’ll telling them. alright take precautions to way to great. okay for instance maybe that of yours and make that and make us say first thing. all smart home break bread like reluctance is the absolute first call please Obviously. or do not really adapted to and everything is around smart phone just gonna be without permission to. the greatest? smart home that’s never been a call alright uh we are just on every call be capable of administration. wow. when she goes for book or face ads now hosted make one wonder if that’s smart want we’re. each anything we don’t whatever we get. right and make that be without all smart home never get be we can to control freaks and long so thank assuming you know my life everything we’ve ever had a. great. it’ll just be yes. with permission for every single piece tries all the time. that so no uh if ever history of if? uh did you say something nice’ yes uh did you say something that said? yeah that is so great. total joy. yes all ad companies make that’ do that’ so your life and therefore it’d be and you can always make never ever assume everything tries always just be yes. see what the an opportunity for a loving home established booming to adapt and make talk. well that’s just naturally flipped the robot can just see could always be permanent orders without the opposite of freedom find especially what do you loser thank yeah never ever been? no you can’t say we’ve #1 and make a big and identify could get the first call and invent anything like vehicles you know mostly yes please if one. well that’s just naturally no. good. heard so we like to still a good call saw the robot could be the first really be and that called be things specially yes well and if only allows all sure the robot nothing. see you only was the first one time to do and it turned once don’t error see what the robot could just make your life totally become a call. 

[yayasvalveplay]

ALSO OMG TRONUS TRONUS MY BABY BOY WAIT YAYA LET EM COOK 🍳 THIS KINDA FIRE I FUCK WITH BOTH YOUR IDEAS HOL UP

What if ITS BOTH; because hear me out- It takes a WHILE to get used to/accept donors/prosthetics

What if it was trial and error, because since he was born with it. Tronus's body had gotten used to it even though a chest plate is 💯 SO NECESSARY BRO YOUR SPARK IS EXPOSED AND YOU NEARLY DIED SO THERES GONNA BE PROBLEMS but because his frame had gotten used to it. It doesn't recognize the chest plate as his own

because I always imagined that when it comes to transformers, getting a new part is not just getting it like an actual part, or a prosthetic, it's like an ORGAN too, all in one, which could also mean that things can go a teensy bit wrong.

So imagine this is what happened before; Tronus's frame being stubborn so he went through a time when he was constantly seeing medics. So he was always accompanied by either one of his parents, or mostly his older siblings. So there was enough time to be a little overprotective over Tronus

So once it's all better and Tronus's frame now has a good chest plate; despite this. It of course can still hurt... but here's the kicker, Tronus actually TRIES to hide how much it hurts when he can FINALLY transform. Because Tronus is lowkey tired of having his family constantly worry for him like helicopters.

IDK AHDHFH LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK YAYA BECAUSE I LITERALLY WENY 👀 AT THIS BECAUSE I HAVE A SMALL NOTE WITH TRONUS HAVING AN ARC INVOLVING HIS HEALTH AJDJHFG _CU🐗 ARE YOU IN MY WALLS OR AM I JUST THAT PREDICTABLE AHHHHH 💕

WAIT I LOVE THIS AS WELL. PLEASE. BABY IS SUFFERING AND HE JUSTS WANTS PEOPLE TO STOP WORRYING ABOUT HIM. HES FINE. PLUS HE CAN TRANSFORM NOW, HES FINE.

He can beat the pain anytime he transforms.

[dors-ee]

Whilst this is interesting I think if anything is just a big capitol ploy it would take away from it? Turn them into those overpowered being and a bit... I don't know but for me it would take away from the horror of the games and the capitol.

That someone like Annie was so traumatized she ended up with severe mental consequences is much more interesting and realistic than yet another "she was torturded for her connections to finnick/mags/rebels or it is false" I saw some theories say.

i also... like I don't know how to articulate it but the idea itself all just a mastermind plan from the capitol... some of the things happened because they happened. Not everything is controlled. It makes it... cartoonish.

the capitol is awful because a part of it is just human cruelty and gaining enjoyment from seeing pain and death and awful things.

Johanna had autonomy and agency to do her own thing to survive, others too. the cannibalistic tribute too.

It is absolute horror than the cannibalistic tribute... but like annie. it can happen. People can end up doing that in extreme situations. I am actually surprised it didn't happen more than once (or it was hidden.).

The idea that everyone was just a rebel that was crushed out in their rebellion and then it was hidde out... again whilst interesting it takes away from things I think. It takes away from the horrors of the games and their consequences on people I think. It makes it... Argh i really can't find the words sorry but thinking that maybe they all just were targeted... (or as some theories said that it all was rigged...). I don't know. It takes something away. It makes everything more... bland. Less interesting.

the "maybe" is a good one, the "never trust the capitol" is a good one to foster too of course. but what i mean is I would not like the confirmation they all were just rebels that the capitol shut down.

i like that they were people that suffered at the hand of an awful monstruous system and then they worked to try to rebel. The lesson for sotr (I haven't read it but from reading/listening to what people said) is that revolution is also a matter of timing. Wait for the right time. You need the right person, the right time and certainly all the work that came behind the scene to make said right time.

In particular after one failed revolution already. would they really throw rebels after rebels after rebels to the capitol until it sticks? I mean... Maybe. Maybe they would...

desperate attempts done again and again. But would the capitol have let that slide?

wouldn't it have made a spectacle of crushing down those rebels instead of trying to hide it?

Like it's interesting, to think about, I mean it.

and i'll admit that part of my feeling what I feel (but can't articulate) might be because like for many people i read The hunger games trilogy as a teen and so I do have an attachment to how some things were.

those are really not well srticulated. I am really struggling to word what I feel. but the thought/mental exercise of trying to articulate what your post OP made me feel is nice 😊 Hope I didn't offend or anything! I like your post, it is more that i saw a general tendency in the fandom to well basically make the capitol and snow this sort of mastermind behind absolutely everything and a lot of "all reapings were rigged" "katniss was watched and targeted the first time" or "annie was tortured bc you do not become that mentally unstable from just the games" (wrong and a tad ableist), "more were rebels and it was hidden" and I don't know... I have been thinking about it. Trying to put words on why it makes me uncomfortable to think those could be true/confirmed.

Knowing how much Haymitch's games were changed from what actually happened to what was shown makes me question literally everything we know about the games we have not actually seen happen.

It makes me question the one Katniss talks about where one of the tributes was killed for supposed cannibalism because the Capitol couldn't have a cannibalistic victor. Is that true? Or was he another rebel that was wiped out and painted as a villain to fit Capitol propaganda?

What about Johanna's games? Did she really portray herself as weak only to turn around and kill everyone around her? Or was that simply the narrative the Capitol gave her to cover up her real story? After all, we know she was punished at some point.

Finnick? Annie? What really happened in their games? We don't know much about Finnick's other than him being good with a trident and being the youngest to ever win (which is all probably accurate), but Annie's? Did she really get traumatized from seeing her district partner die or was it something else? Something to do with her connection to Mags, or Finnick, or the rebels in general?

Nothing the Capitol says or shows can ever be trusted.

[dipperpepper77]

Stuck in Winter.

Dipper's Depression

Tags: ANGST. LITERALLY SM ANGST. CAUTION! (Death, attempts, and substances mentioned) So sorry my little dippers. I had a dream and we will ALL suffer.

Context: You thought you had the wanderer mission controlled. You truly did. Hindsight is 20/20. You laid in a white coffin, cold and unmoving. You didn't really choose it out. But, white made you look like an angel. Their angel.

Xavier: He's a bundle of anxiety at this point. It was meant to be him first... right? He couldn't wait another lifetime for you. This one hit him the hardest. Three funerals. Three times he's had to lay you in the ground. He started writing. The shop was under his care since his friend wanted him to do something productive. Many books came to fruition. All with the same hero/heroine that had your charisma, looks, even the same jokes you told. Your memory laid in black ink on pages of devoted love. But, like clockwork Xavier would go to you apartment (he rented out your apartment when the lease ended). He would leave everything how you left it. "My light.. I'm home". No response.

Rafayel: Even he thought he'd make paintings in your honor. But, he couldn't. Everything reminded him of you and the you shaped hole in his heart. Grayson would see Rafayel having meltdowns constantly. Most of the time he'd throw or snap brushes that held paint that reminded him of you. Your hair color, the color of your lips, your eyes, etc. Your coffin laid in a mausoleum in the depths of the sea. He would always go visit it. Swimming laps around it before laying on top of the white coffin. "Cutie... I'm here. Missed me?" A crowd of fishes circled the mausoleum. His confirmation that you were listening.

Zayne: He's a mess. He got leave from work. Taking that time to visit all the places he went with you. One that journey he found a hallucinogenic. NO way would he ever do anything like this... but, he's desperate to see you. He laid there on his hotel bed. Clutching at his chest as he looked at the time go by. Why wasn't it working? Until it did. You laid on your side. It was so real... he could even feel you. Your warmth. The way you smiled at him. He nuzzled into you. "My love... stay." The cold hotel air lulled him to sleep. He slept well that night. The world wasn't that cruel to remind him he was holding a pillow and not you.

Sylus: He had bags under his eyes. He sat at the edge of his bed thinking your burial over and over again. Did he do a good job at sending you off? You were covered in all kinds of gemstones and beautiful shiny objects. He called over Luke and Kieran for an important task. Both getting a mausoleum behind his home. He was there every morning and night. Placing a soft kiss on your coffin. "Kitten... I'll be home soon alright" turned to desperation "Y/N... wake up. You're not still mad at me for leaving you first the first time... right?" Luke and Kieran weren't doing well either. They tried to walk up to comfort Sylus but ended up breaking down too. After all... who do you think left red and black painted roses on your coffin? Mephisto found his new resting spot on you. Never leaving you. Their best friend.

Caleb: The skin around his nails were red and raw. He was a mess. His only reason for living was gone. His emotions kept spiking only to neutralize. But, he was a pawn. Every single of his attempts were stopped in time. He allowed himself to kill without remorse. He was the ultimate killing machine for the fleet. His reward? The only reason he allowed this? Every night they gave him ten minutes. His memories altered. He saw you. You'd always praise him. You'd tell him you loved him. For a while it did work... it did. "Pipsqueak?... no... your eyes aren't that color..." The memories of you were getting fuzzy making the simulation not accurate. It scared him. He was forgetting you. He was losing you. "No.. TRY IT AGAIN. FUCK.. OUR PICTURES.. USE SOMETHING." His hands shook the more and more you stopped looking like yourself.

Dip Speaks: I'm SO sorry. I'll feed y'all something really good for compensation.

[just-b-wilde]

A happy ending for Nick and June

Today I caught a wave of positivity, and I want to share with you how Nick and June’s story could have a happy ending…

(I just let myself daydream a little, okay?)

Come along with me...

• During the revolution in Gilead, June, Nick, and probably Luke would all be involved. Although, honestly, I’m not sure if Luke would be more of a burden than a help—but I need him for one particular scene, so in my vision, he’s there.

• Nick would get into trouble, and someone might try to kill him. My bet would be on his father-in-law, Wharton—maybe because he finds out Nick doesn’t love his daughter the way he thinks she deserves… but probably also because he learns that Nick’s been playing both sides.

• June would be caught up in this situation. While the obvious route would be for Wharton to try to kill Nick’s beloved as revenge and Nick would heroically save her like he has so many times before… I’d much prefer if this time, it was June who risked everything to save Nick—even if she was the one to take the bullet.

• That would lead to a dramatic moment where June might not survive… but today we’re being positive, so yes—she survives.

• Luke might witness all of this too, maybe just from a distance—seeing his wife throw herself into danger for another man. And at that moment, he’d truly realize that his June is no longer his. And when he sees how much Nick is suffering because of what happened to June (just like Luke and everyone else who loves her), maybe that would finally spark an honest conversation between them about how their situation can no longer be ignored.

• What happens with the uprising and how Gilead is resolved? No idea! I’m leaving that alone… the creators didn’t get anywhere with that throughout the entire show, so I’m not about to dive into it either.

• In any case… Nick would have a baby—maybe another daughter? But Rose would die in childbirth. …Although, wait—I am feeling positive today, right? Okay, then let’s say Rose dumps Nick voluntarily because she wants her husband to actually love her. And she knows that won't happen with Nick. But honestly, I’d be more inclined to believe she wouldn’t survive the birth (which is also a huge theme in this series). Sorry, Rose.

• And Hannah? Honestly, I’m one of those people who believes it’s been way too long for her, and it’s completely understandable that she would be a different person now. So if they find her and plan to rescue her… maybe… it would be nice if someone actually asked her what she wants. She’s not the little girl she was the day June lost her…

• And after that? I picture a small time skip—just a few months ahead. It doesn’t have to be Hawaii, but maybe a beautiful and safe beach somewhere, far away from all the problems. June and Nick would finally be there together with their daughter, just like they dreamed of so many times… and maybe their other kids would be there too, with a brighter future ahead of them.

And you know what? It's gonna be Hawaii!

So, what do you think? Would you like an ending like that? Honestly, I know it probably won’t happen… but it would be nice, wouldn’t it?

And even if the creators won’t give me this kind of ending—I’ll definitely write it as a fanfic on AO3!