#sometimes it's not that serious and just annoying

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

cliché but opposites attract with yeon sieun? can be a headcanon or a scenario !! whatever you want 🫶🏼 tysm

Impulse And Intellect

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x GN!Reader Requested: Yes

Summary: A headcanon about Si-eun falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 676 Words Genre: Fluff / Light Angst

Warnings: Fluff, outgoing/impulsive reader behavior. Status: Complete!

♡. Si-eun first noticed you because you were everything he wasn’t. Loud laughter, quick emotions, and a warmth that seemed to follow you wherever you went. He didn’t understand you at first, and it lowkey annoyed him how you could just say whatever you were feeling so easily.

♡. You, on the other hand, found him fascinating. Calm, composed, and almost infuriatingly blank at times. Si-eun was like a puzzle you wanted to figure out.

♡. When you two started hanging out more (mostly because you forced yourself into his space, sitting next to him at lunch, dragging him into random conversations). Si-eun realized you weren’t just reckless, You felt everything deeply. But somehow, that didn’t make you weak; it made you strong in your own way.

♡. You love poking at Si-eun just to get any reaction out of him. Tugging his sleeves, mimicking his serious expressions, leaning way too close when he’s trying to study. Half the time he just blinks at you like "are you done yet?". But sometimes you catch the tiniest smirk before he hides it.

♡. You had no problem dragging Si-eun into chaotic adventures sneaking off-campus for snacks, last-minute study sessions that turned into you ranting about life, and even stupid bets like who could stay quiet longer, which are always his idea. (you lost every time, but he secretly liked when you talked).

♡. Speaking of, Si-eun secretly loves hearing you talk about your day, even when you ramble about random, pointless things. He won’t always respond with full sentences, but he listens so intently it makes your heart hurt a little.

♡. He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you get upset. If you cry, Si-eun sits there awkwardly for a second before offering his hand or wordlessly pushing a snack and drink toward you. He’s trying, okay?

♡. Si-eun is the type to wordlessly fix your jacket if it’s slipping off, or move you to the inside of the sidewalk without saying anything, and press his hand lightly to your back when he feels you getting overwhelmed. No big gestures. Just quiet, constant care.

♡. He tries not to show it but seeing you upset messes him up more than anything. He’ll stay awake texting you, walking you home, or sitting quietly by your side, anything just to be there. Even if he doesn’t know what to say.

♡. You're the reason he starts carrying extra band aids or mini-med kits easy to carry. Not for himself: but for you. Because you keep scraping your knees, bumping into things, and somehow managing to get minor injuries doing the most ridiculous things.

♡. The first time he calls you "reckless," you grin and say "And you love it." without missing a beat. He looks like he’s about to argue but just sighs and looks away.

♡. Si-eun always pretends he’s not worried about you when you get yourself into stupid situations, but the way he shows up without you calling, and the quiet one or two word lectures he gives you afterward: kind of gives him away.

♡. When you’re feeling restless and impulsive, for example: "Let’s go on a midnight walk!" "Let’s dye our hair!" "Let's prank Baku!" Si-eun sighs.. but 95% of the time, he goes along with it. Quietly, Grumpily, But he’s there. Always.

♡. You once tried to teach him how to take silly selfies. He just stared at the camera like O_O the entire time. You love him for it anyway. (that exact photo became your home screen wallpaper.).

♡. He doesn’t say "I love you" first. Instead, it’s you blurting it out in the middle of a heated moment. Si-eun just blinks at you before replying in a small, quiet voice like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world: "I know. Me too.." Which is honestly more then you expected in that moment.

♡. People wonder how the two of you work so well together. What they don’t realize is that You don’t fix each other. You just make the hard days softer, the lonely days warmer, and life a little more bearable, together.

Taglist: N/A Header’s Creator: @saradika-graphics

[starrdream]

would you be up to doing a nsfw alphabet for Anakin? If so thank you!

Absolutely! Mind you I've never done this so my apologies if I messed some letters up.

Anakin Skywalker nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare

Anakin is big on aftercare. If he doesn’t take care of his sweet girl after wearing her out so thoroughly then who will? He’ll cuddle you and make sure you’re okay. Depending on time of day you guys make food together or go out to eat afterwards.

B = Body part

He likes all of his muscles, really. He spent all those years training and loves it when you pine over them. On you, let’s be real, everything. He loves absolutely everything about you. But Anakin is definitely a tits guy. Loves sucking, groping and doing literally anything with them.

C = Cum

Absolutely loves to cum on and in you. Likes to do it on your tits when in missionary and your face when you’re giving him head. It just turns him on even more to see your skin soaked in his release.

D = Dirty secret

Before the two of you ever started dating, Anakin was down bad. Since the cheap holovids weren't cutting it anymore, he'd use the force to make visions of you naked and masturbate off of that. Once he even tried to manipulate your thoughts into having rather inappropriate dreams of him. Never really worked though.

E = Experience

Aotc!Anakin is definitely inexperienced and almost completely clueless. Rots!Anakin on the other hand..This man knows what to do, when and how to please you. He probably knows what you like better than you do.

F = Favorite position

Anakin has a few favorites. He fucks you in missionary and cowgirl the most. His absolute favorite would probably be reverse cowgirl because it’s equally hot and intimate-the way he can be as close, touchy and as foul as he wants really gets him going. He can do anything-play with your tits and clit, spank your ass into oblivion. Even better if it’s in front of a mirror. If you guys are fucking anywhere but the bed and the couch he’ll do it doggystyle. It’s the easiest and most comfortable one, especially in the kitchen and shower. Always up for anything you wanna try.

G = Goofy

Anakin is a tease by nature and I feel like he’d drop a harmless tease when he thinks it’s appropriate. Nothing serious that could ruin the mood though.

H = Hair

He’s not the type to be clean shaven 24/7 but he does his best to keep it neat. Same goes for all the other hair on his body-shaved, gets waxed, gets regular haircuts etc.

I = Intimacy

Absolutely yes. He believes that that’s the first and most important thing to worry about in moments like these. He’s usually super caring during sex and will whisper the sweetest things to you.

J = Jack off

Aotc!Anakin would jerk off a bunch. I’m talking as many times he could fit in a day. He is a horny teenager after all. When he’s on missions with Obi-wan and, for obvious reasons, can’t get a few minutes for himself he’ll get annoyed and frustrated.

Rots!Anakin doesn’t jerk off often. Maybe once or twice every two weeks. Why would he need to? He has you. He only jerks off if you’re not there or he’s away. Prefers to have you do it anyway.

K = Kink

Anakin has the biggest mommy kink but absolutely refuses to acknowledge it because he thinks it’s embarrassing. You definitely know and he acts on it subconsciously. Besides that he’s definitely into praising as well as degrading you. That goes for him, too. He loves being praised especially after a long day.

Also, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t use the force inappropriately. He is the chosen one after all, why not use his ‘special’ abilities for more than good.

L = Location

His favorite is obviously in the comfort of your own home-in your bedroom, kitchen, shower, living room..But if there’s a chance to slip you panties down in a public bathroom or his speeder you best believe he’s taking it.

M = Motivation

Sometimes the mere thought of you is enough to turn him on. He’ll get all hot and bothered if he walks in on you changing/showering and you pay him no mind, just going on with your task. If he hears you let out one of those soft moans when you wake up, especially in the morning, he’ll be as hard as a rock in seconds. Big on foreplay too, he loves it.

N = No

He wouldn’t be down for anything that’ll hurt you (knife play etc..). He also looks like someone who wouldn’t enjoy threesomes that much. Why share when he can have all of you? He’d hate to see some other guys shoving himself down your throat and such.

O = Oral

He’s a sucker for head. He could never get enough of the way your soft lips feel wrapped around him. Loves to see you on your knees, struggling to fit him all the way in as tears blur your vision.

Loves to eat you out too, more for his pleasure than yours. Came just from the noises you make while he’s sucking and lapping at your pussy more times than he’d like to admit.

P = Pace

Always depends on his mood. If you pissed him off earlier in the day or something happened, he’s definitely rough. On every other occasion he asks or goes off of your reactions. If you’re enjoying yourself while he’s slow-he’ll keep it that way. If you ask him to go harder, he will.

Q = Quickie

Depends on the situation. He doesn’t like to rush things with you because he wants it to be special and feel good. But if you’ve been teasing him all day and he’s half hard minutes before he has to leave for a meeting or a mission he won’t think twice before blowing your back out against the wall. He’s always down for it, even in the bathrooms of the Jedi Temple.

R = Risk

If there’s one thing that Anakin does consistently it’s take risks. If the Council is having a meeting in the room next to you, he’ll fuck you harder and faster, make sure you’re one loud mess before placing a hand over your mouth to shut you up.

He’ll definitely look forward to fucking you somewhere semi-public. Just the thought of being able to get cough turns him on even more.

S = Stamina

Considerng he’s spent a lot of time in training, he’s got quite the stamina. But because he’s afraid of hurting you he’ll go for as long as you’ll let him. I feel like he’d be able to last a good 4-5 rounds before it becomes too much and borderline uncomfortable.

T = Toys

Doesn’t use them on himself nor you. Not the biggest fan of them. Why would he waste money on stuff like that when you have each other? I think it would take some convincing to get him to try it and he wouldn't be the biggest fan of it.

U = Unfair

He is unfair. He’ll edge you for as long as he can, either completely denying or drawing out your orgasm. To top it off he’ll be super encouraging and sweet, only making it worse. Likes to tie you up and make you watch him masturbate or lazily tease you with his fingers while typing away at his data pad.

V = Vocal

Absolutely. Anakin whimpers like a baby and I will die on that hill if I have to. It doesn’t matter if he’s top, bottom, receiving or giving head you can hear him always even if it’s soft grunts and puffs. And he’ll be all proud of it, not even attempting to tone it down because 1) the Jedi Temple walls are thick; and 2) he knows you’re a sucker for it. He’ll be all up in your ear moaning and huffing with every thrust.

W = Wild card

I previously mentioned Anakin using the force. Sometimes he’ll think his skills (both bedroom and Jedi) aren’t enough and he has this weird fantasy of making you cum just by using his mind-aka the force. He’ll sometimes try to do so while you guys are already having sex, just to see if he can make you cum faster. And boy, it does not disappoint when you’re basically shaking under him in seconds. Definitely boosts his ego.

He’d never admit it because he doesn’t know how to approach the whole conversation and is afraid of your reaction, but he’s been thinking about fucking you in your sleep. A lot. He’ll wake up randomly throughout the night or earlier than you in the morning and be painfully hard. He’s never acted on it because he never asked and he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. There’s just something appealing about you completely submitting to him and not being able to do anything about it. He doesn’t even have to fuck you properly, if you let him slip his cock through those thighs he’ll be more than happy.

X = X-ray

I’m thinking somewhere around 6.5-7 inches. Nothing huge-just big enough for you to feel full. It’s thick so he definitely stretches you out good before stuffing you full of him. I’d say he has prominent veins you can feel wether you’re stroking him or sucking him off.

Y = Yearning

Anakin is the textbook definition of yearning. This man would do anything for you. He’s cuddly and clingy in the comfort of your own home it’s weird to see him so serious and stoic in meetings or in public. Though he’s definitely not afraid to display affection in public. He’ll leave a lingering kiss, wrap an arm around your shoulders and stare at you with those love-sick eyes like there’s no tomorrow. He’s very proud to be with you and makes sure you know you’re his priority at all times.

Z = Zzz

I just know he already has issues with sleeping because of his nightmares. That doesn’t mean he won’t be knocked out in a span of 5 minutes if you guys have been at it for a while. He would try his best to never fall asleep before you do though, he needs to make sure you’re satisfied and just as sleepy as him before he lets himself rest. Very cuddly in his sleep too.

A/n: Sorry for not posting I was busy studying for mocks. Honestly I got so cooked I should’ve just written fanfiction instead😭😭

[gingaseiun]

I haven't really shared this with anyone except my close friends, but I used to dream of having my own TV show. I would write scripts and brainstorm countless ideas for what my perfect show could be. When I got to college, I focused on one particular show concept that had been with me since high school. I wrote a really rough script, created a show bible, and even drafted a letter to send out to production teams....but I never had the courage to actually send it. I was too scared, honestly, haha. The characters and the shows still pop into my head from time to time, and I keep reimagining and redesigning them. At one point, I even commissioned artists to bring them to life. I got hyperfixated on it all. The one thing that held me back was the fear that nobody would like the show. I feel like there's still time to make it happen, but, nervously, I keep wondering, "What's the point?" So here I am, just rambling about it on my blog.

Soooooooo below will be me rambling about the show and characters

The show itself was called Heart Failure, and it revolved around cupids doing their jobs Sometimes successfully, sometimes....not!

(Logo made by Discord: aikozu)

One of the main characters, Sorbet Clairmont, was a serious, no-nonsense cupid who had dedicated millennia to her work in Aetheria, though in Earth time, it had only been about ten years. The show played with that contrast a lot, making jokes about her "ancient" experience compared to how young she would seem to humans.

Born in the Realm of Aetheria, Sorbet was a prodigy from a young age, deeply attuned to the emotions around her. As a child, she had witnessed love in all its messy, beautiful forms joyful reunions, painful goodbyes, and everything in between. Those experiences convinced her she was destined to help others find connections. Over time, she became one of the best, known for crafting love arrows that perfectly captured the emotions she aimed to inspire.

But her success came with a cost. The more skilled she became, the more isolated she felt. Her sharp tongue and brusque demeanor kept most people at a distance, and though many admired her work, very few actually wanted to get close. She told herself that was fine—less emotional entanglement meant fewer distractions. Still, even in the rough first draft of my script, her loneliness seeped through in her sarcastic remarks, like: "Fingers crossed they last longer than a houseplant," and "This better not be another annoying mission... Last time, they sent me to sort out romance at a retirement home. I’ve barely heard the end of it from the other divisions."

(Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

The story really started to pick up when Sorbet was assigned a trainee, Lyris Arrowheart. To her, it felt like a punishment rather than an opportunity, one more thing to slow her down. But Lyris’s earnestness and clumsy enthusiasm stirred something in her, something she had buried a long time ago: the simple, genuine desire to connect.

Now, the other main character is my little failure, Lyris. I love Lyris.

Lyris Arrowheart grew up in a prestigious family of Cupids, where success was expected, and anything less felt like failure. His parents often boasted about their achievements. How they effortlessly paired soulmates and ignited love stories that became legendary in Aetheria. From a young age, Lyris felt the crushing pressure to live up to that legacy.

But school was a different story. While his classmates excelled at crafting love arrows and navigating emotional auras, Lyris struggled just to keep up. His daydreaming often got the better of him, causing him to miss critical lessons. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed a step behind, more of a spectator in a world that demanded precision and excellence.

When he finally graduated, it was less a moment of triumph and more a quiet sigh of relief, overshadowed by lingering doubts. Though he technically passed, the weight of his family’s expectations stayed with him.

One of my favorite little moments for Lyris comes from his introduction in the first script I wrote:

He awkwardly waves at Sorbet, his hands trembling so badly that he nearly drops his bow. He fumbles it, juggling it between both hands before finally managing to hold it steady and wave again, bowing slightly. In the middle of it all, his glasses slip off and shatter loudly on the floor. Frozen in mortification, Lyris immediately covers his face, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

(Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

Both of them were always meant to be contrasts to each other, and honestly, I love that about them. Sorbet is sharp, serious, and guarded, while Lyris is clumsy, warm, and endlessly earnest. The idea was for them to become close, just not romantically. I’m sure if the show ever actually existed, some people would end up shipping them anyway (it's inevitable, haha), but there’s a reason they were never meant to be love interests. Their bond was always supposed to show that deep, meaningful connections don't have to be romantic to be important.

There are other characters in the show too, like Elysia.

Elysia is Sorbet’s advisor (and the advisor for a few other characters I’ll bring up later). In Heart Failure, an advisor is a Cupid who assigns other Cupids their missions, called "Moments," on Earth. They are the ones who organize and oversee the work behind the scenes.

Elysia is an advisor cupid and one of the senior chair Cupids of the Embassy of Love, specifically within the Branch of Love. She plays a pivotal role in guiding and mentoring younger Cupids, including Sorbet. With her sharp insight into the complexities of love, Elysia carefully selects each Cupid’s assignments, choosing missions that challenge and help them grow.

Known for her direct, no-nonsense attitude, Elysia takes her responsibilities seriously, making sure every mission is approached with care and precision. Beneath her stern, professional exterior, there is a surprising warmth, kind of like a piece of dark chocolate: a little bitter at first, but sweet once you get past the surface. Her "tough love" approach sometimes frustrates those she mentors, but in the end, she is exactly the kind of guide they need, even if they do not realize it right away.

(Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

Another character you would see in the show is Noelle Glaciamour.

Noelle is best known for melting people's cold hearts, the ones that are guarded, frozen over, and untrusting of love. She represents the emotional state of those who have closed themselves off from love or are hesitant to embrace it because of past pain, betrayal, or fear of vulnerability. Her role as a Cupid revolves around rekindling warmth and breaking through the icy walls that surround these hearts.

Now, Noelle’s backstory is touched on in the show, and I won't get too deep into it right now, but there’s one thing that really sets her apart. Unlike most of the Cupids in Heart Failure, she doesn’t really have wings anymore. Instead, she has little torn-off nubs on her back. Something that hints at the struggles she's faced without needing many words.

(Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

Now, you can't talk about love without talking about heartbreak. And unfortunately, that means we have to talk about him.

Valen Amour. The bane of Sorbet's existence. The so-called "Emissary of Love," though if you ask Sorbet, he’s more like the embodiment of everything wrong with the system. He’s smug, insufferable, and somehow still manages to be good at his job. The worst kind of person, honestly.

Valen started working as a Cupid around the same time Sorbet did, but unlike her, he made a career out of meddling. Early on, he would intentionally disrupt the pairs Sorbet painstakingly matched, reassigning them with a smug smile and claiming he had found "better matches." His reckless (and, to Sorbet's eternal frustration, often effective) methods got him fast-tracked to elite Cupid status way faster than anyone expected, or deserved.

Growing up, Valen never really had to struggle for anything. Success just sort of fell into his lap. Naturally, that carried into his work. When he was effortlessly placed in the Heartbreak Branch of the Embassy of Love, it only reinforced his belief that he knew better than everyone else. In his mind, instinct always beats strategy, and if he had to step on a few toes to prove it, so be it.

Even his wings set him apart. While most Cupids bear pure white wings, Valen’s are a smoky dark gray, fitting for someone who thrives not in creating new love but in pulling apart the old.

(Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

Now, I want to finish off my yapping session with world building. Even though theres tons(not really) of side characters I could yap endeless about. Here’s a more concise breakdown of Aetheria and its rulers. The Cupids live in a hidden realm called Aetheria, beyond the sight of mortals. As the narrator in my poorly written pilot script says:

"Beyond the sight of mortals, hidden from the world of Earth, lies the Realm of Aetheria. The sacred home of the Cupids. Born from the will of the god of love, this world is one where emotion shapes reality itself. Here, Cupids glide through skies of golden threads, each movement carrying whispers of everlasting devotion. It is a place where love is born and nurtured. Where every letter to a secret crush, every fleeting desire, is delivered by the hands of the Cupids, guiding hearts toward their destined connections."

Aetheria was once ruled by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, who created the Cupid lineage before retiring and passing control to her son, Eros, the primordial god of love. Eros reshaped Aetheria, but Aphrodite didn’t leave him to run things alone. She established the Erotes, a group of gods and goddesses to assist him. These include Anteros, the God of Requited Love, Hedylogos, the God of Sweet-Talk and Flattery, Himeros, the God of Desire, Hymenaeus, the God of Weddings, Hermaphroditos, the God of Effeminate Men and Androgyny, Pothos, the God of Yearning and Longing, and Phthonus, the God of Jealousy. Finally, Psyche, once a mortal, became the Goddess of the Soul after marrying Eros and joining the ranks of the Erotes.

Together, the Cupids and the Erotes run the Embassy of Love, an organization that governs different branches responsible for various aspects of love and human emotion: Camaraderie, Desire, Heartbreak, and Love. In this realm, the Cupids are tasked with nurturing and guiding love, shaping the world’s emotional fabric in ways both subtle and profound.

(Eros, Art below is made by Discord: jijicomms)

I hoped you enjoyed my yapp session!!

[slytherinshua]

⋆.˚　SMILE IN LOVE　( 刘扬扬 )

genre fluff , established long term relationship , yangyang x fem!reader   cw they're so in love , kissing , not proofread   wc 918   request yes   note guys im so single im so sorry for how disgustingly fluffy this is but me and my boyfriend when   net @kstrucknet @neocity-net

You’d been dating Liu Yangyang for years, more than you could truly keep track of until your anniversary rolled around each year. You were always together, and easily had one of the most stable relationships of your entire combined friend group. While you nursed your friends through breakups, drama, or shitty treatment, you always had Yangyang to fall back to. Yangyang, who you never had any problems with.

Sure you had your occasional fight and disagreements, but they never lasted. Even if you were annoyed at Yangyang, whenever you looked at him, you could only feel love overflowing. Perhaps it helped that there was rarely a serious moment between you two. Even in the most romantic and sentimental moments, there would always be something to crack you up.

Laughing until your stomach hurt��� that was the feeling you most associated with your boyfriend. More than his soft kisses, or his teasing ones. More than his warm hugs and spontaneous tickle attacks. More than his big grin and endless compliments. When you were with Yangyang, you always found yourself laughing. And that was what made you believe he was meant for you, and you for him more than anything. Soulmates, if one believed in such things. 

You would always be the first one to jump to defend your boyfriend and gush about how amazing he was. But even so, you weren’t clingy. Yangyang was always the one to latch onto you and refuse to let you go or smother you with kisses after a long day hours apart. You were just there to reciprocate the affection you initiated. You never felt like you weren’t close enough to Yangyang because he was always with you.

But when it came to tours when your boyfriend was in an entirely different country for weeks, sometimes months; that was when you started to struggle. You weren’t used to experiencing the feeling so intensely. Like the second he was back you needed to crawl into his skin and make a new home there. It felt as if you would explode if you saw another photo or video from one of the concerts. 

He was always styled to perfection; charisma and flirty looks on for everyone to see during the 3 hour show. But there was always the goofy side of him that came out as well— clips of him giggling on stage, excited to see fans or having fun doing a segment with the other members. Those were worse than the sexy moments, because it reminded you of how much you missed his laugh. You missed laughing with him.  

Of course, you could call him. But you never laughed as much on video call with him. And it certainly never felt the same as laughing in his arms. Feeling his body shake with his giggles, or your laughter being cut off with his lips. Even if he didn’t say he missed you when he called you (which was rare— he was always complaining about it), you could hear it in his held back laughter. Something always felt missing when you weren’t together.

That was why you impatiently counted down the days until he would be back from tour and back in your arms. Then you truly wouldn’t hold back. You needed to hug him so tight that your arms would feel sore, and kiss him until you forgot what it felt like to not have his lips entangled with yours. You needed to feel his warm skin under your fingertips and hear the melodious laughter that only you could summon from him so easily. You had never missed your boyfriend so damn much, and you were almost positive the feeling was going to drive you insane.

Naturally, you decided to wait by the door the entire morning, biding the time until your boyfriend walked through it, as if staring at it would make him come back any faster. You could track his location on your phone. You saw it clearly state thirty minutes more before he was back. But you stared nonetheless, counting down the seconds to curb your longing. 

You held your breath when you heard the car pull up, time going unbearably slow until the door opened. Then everything was a blur— moving too fast for you to process as your heart soared. His scent enveloped your senses. His arms around your body squeezed you perfectly. 

And then he laughed. It brought your own laughter to bubble up immediately and soon you were lost in the feeling you had missed more than anything else.

“Fuck, I missed you so much. I missed this so much,” he said, nose scrunching along with his big grin as he took a moment to soak you in again. His eyes, deep and full of love, could not be moved from your face. You watched them drift down to your lips, and you leaned up naturally, meeting him halfway. 

His lips were as soft as ever, desperate to memorize the kiss like he had never experienced it before in his life. Weeks deprived of the feeling made it even sweeter now. You knew you both wouldn’t be content until your lips were swollen and the taste of his lip balm stayed on your tongue for the rest of the day.

Now that Yangyang was finally back home, you wanted to stay in his arms for hours. And after the hours flew by and drowsiness crept onto you both, you would fall asleep still cuddled close to him.

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[writing-mlm]

Something angsty with Abbot

They had something going on in the army (they didn't label it) and it was pretty serious,robby knew about (they were an inseparable trio) and thought they would last forever

Until something happend and the reader didn't leave with them and continued to advace in ranks

They (all 3) meet again in the pitt to find out reader got married and had a child (the reason for the hospital visit ) and treats abbot and robby as just friends like nothing is wrong

You can continue it how you like cause this is getting long

The wounds of our parents (that I refuse to carry over)

Summary: You couldn’t be strong enough for yourself, but you’d be damned if you let your daughter feel the way you did. Pairing: Jack Abbot x Male reader Word Count: 3.4k Tags/warning: reader is married to a woman, sort of implied religious trauma, homophobia, medical talk, sick child, I headcanon Jack was in the Marines, italics is a flashback, wounds physical and emotional, not terribly angsty but still hurt/comfort imo A/n: I changed the prompt a little bc I don’t think Robby was in the military, also. while editing I learned its Abbot not Abbott...

Stolen kisses and secret glances, if that’s how Jack could remember his time in the Marines, he would’ve been a happy man. He’s reminded of you every day, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. 

He remembers you when he ties his laces in the quick way you taught him, he remembers you when the sun warms his face, he remembers you when the silence of his apartment is so loud against his ears he can't think. He can’t breathe and— fuck he can’t even see anything. Then his phone lights up, a call. 

It reminds him of you again. You would sneak out from your barracks to meet him, a flashlight placed on the floor so you could at least see him a little. It was never much, but it was always enough. 

“My arms are killing me,” You grumble, climbing into his bed. He welcomes you, arms outstretched and a lopsided grin. It’s well past any normal guest time in the barracks, but neither of you cared. 

“No one told you to carry everyone’s bags up the hill,” He laughs as you drop into his open embrace. Immediately, he starts massaging your arms, loving the way you relax instantly. Your head drops onto his chest, sure you’re about to be lulled into a nice sleep.

“I was being nice,” You murmur. “And I was showing off,” 

“For who?” He teases. Cracking an eye open, you laugh into his shirt. Leaning forward, you kiss the underside of his jaw. 

“You,” 

His hands trail up from his neck, settling on his ears as he tries to fill the silence. His phone rings again, and he pulls himself from the memory before answering it. It’s Robby. It’s never you. 

—

Abbot’s driving into work, annoyed that he’d accidentally taken the long route, and now he’s fighting the morning traffic. It’s one of those rare occasions when he was needed for the morning shift. And he couldn’t say no. He’s about ten minutes out, waiting at a red light, when the next song starts up. The guitar strings start, and he inhales slowly, his eyes closing. 

The squad was inside of a tent, passing the time until there was something to do. Thankfully, someone had brought along a speaker, and everyone was taking turns playing music. It eventually turned into a lip-syncing competition and you were up. 

It didn’t take long before the song could start up, two of the guys laugh as they know the song, while Jack leans back. You step into the middle of the tent, using a water bottle as a microphone. You rock with the beat, each guitar string pluck is a new rock. 

“I used to think that I wasn’t fine enough, and I used to think that I wasn’t wild enough. But I won’t waste my time tryna figure out why you playing games, what’s this all about?” Everyone catches as your eyes drift to Jack’s. You continue, fake singing your heart out until you look at Jack again. 

“Oh, love! Never knew what I was missing. But I knew once we start kissin’ I found… love!” Your eyes meet, and you point at him before desperately clutching your chest. 

“Abbot’s blushin’!” One of the men laughs, smacking his arm. Jack shakes his head but doesn’t look away from you, still lip-singing. 

A car honks and he opens his eyes, the light is now green. Another honk. Smacking the wheel, he pushes forward, trying to push the memories backwards. 

It was never a relationship, at least in concrete boyfriend-boyfriend terms. But it was. It fucking was. You’d both said I love you, you both had imagined lives together, you were each other's person, and you were his and he was yours. 

And then Abbot got discharged, and you didn’t. You stayed in the Marines, something had scared you. He knows it. He knows it in his bones. He knows it like he knows the human body. 

“Hey, brother!” Robby gives Abbot a high five as he walks into the ED. Abbot blinked, his body moving on autopilot, he hadn’t realized he was at work already. “Thank you so much,” He’s almost desperate, the ED is more packed than usual. Apparently, an entire school grade had come down with random spouts of dizziness, weird vision, and vomiting. 

“Where am I needed?” He asks, glancing around the room. There are a lot of parents talking outside the on-call rooms with doctors. 

“Uh, room eleven.” Abbot nods and gets himself ready, grabbing Mohan on his way to the room. Mohan has the kids' chart and tells him the basics while he nods, still looking around. She has to leave, though— everyone has one patient. There’s not enough doctors to double up today. 

He glances at the patient's chart and stops for a small laugh, pushing into the on-call room. Jackie Maria (L/n). 

“Is your full name Jack or Jackson?” You asked, it’s the first thing you’d ever said to him. First day at boot camp and that’s what his barrack roommates says to him.

“Jack,” He responds and you nod, carefully setting your bag on your bed. 

“That’s crazy, cause I’ve always wanted to name my kid Jackie. What do you think, would he get bullied?” Jack laughs, shaking his head. He’d never been bullied for the name, and he relays as much to you. “That’s good to know.” Your smile reaches your eyes and you scan him up and down. Your heart flutters a bit and you force yourself to look away. 

You stare at him, your hand in a woman's— your wife’s hand while holding your daughter's head. Jackie. Your daughter, Jackie. She’s clutching a bucket that already has bile inside of it. She’s about twelve. Abbot checks the chart and licks the inside of his mouth. Thirteen. 

You’re in civvies, which checks out because you always hated the uniform. Hated the attention it brought when you were off base. He looks down at your wedding band, it’s simple, a thin silver ring nestled on your finger. It’s old and worn, Abbot guesses it’s older than ten years old. You preferred gold, or at least a darker silver than that. And you always wanted something a little different than the basic silver band. 

For a moment, you relax and smile. It’s the first time you’ve seen him since he left the Marines. The first time in fourteen years that you’ve honestly felt at peace. Well, mostly. Jackie throws up again and you move to rub his back. 

“I’m Doctor Abbot,” He stiffly says, closing the door behind him. He needs to be professional, there’s a sick child he needs to attend to. 

“I’m glad it’s you,” You admit, your voice is more mature than the last time he heard it. There’s a bigger bass to it and he just knows if Jackie was in Little League your voice was drowning out the crowds. He wonders if his voice would’ve done the same. 

“He usually doesn’t like doctors,” Your wife says, a little confused, and Jack nods. He knows this. He’s known this long before she was ever in the picture. 

“Jack,” You whimper, clutching his hand as you hold your bleeding leg. “It’s too high for a tourniquet.” There’s a shudder to your voice that he doesn’t like, a sort of finality that puts his stomach through the ringer. Which is odd, considering you’re on an active battlefield and something explodes in the background. 

“I got you, sweetheart,” He grunts, pulling you into a more covered area. “This is gonna hurt but do you trust me?”

“Hmm,” You nod, eyes closed tight and lips tucked into your mouth. “With my fuckin’ life, baby.”

“We were in the Marines together,” You softly explain and she hums. She’s not delighted to hear that, but she doesn’t show any outward distaste in it either. There’s some history behind that, he has a sneaking suspicion he knows what it’s about. 

“Can you give me a rundown of your symptoms, Jackie?” Abbot asks while putting on a pair of gloves on. Jackie just groans, looking for relief and finds it in you. You smile, rubbing his sweat-soaked forehead. 

“She texted me, she was in science class and was feeling lightheaded. You know diabetes runs in my family so I assumed she was starting to show signs. I told her to eat some of the snacks and drink something. She said it didn’t help. Then she said she was having trouble breathing but she felt better after class. I knew she was having a test, so I assumed it was anxiety.” You hurriedly explain, recounting her day. “And then she had lunch, she called me. She was throwing up and seeing spots. Apparently, other kids were, too.” 

“Were these kids in your science class?” 

“Some,” Jackie croaks. Abbot nods, considering most students have a similar experience, it’s probably something in the science room. 

“I want to have your blood sent in for a tox screen. It could possibly be something in the classroom. It’s sounding a bit like the flu, maybe someone was sick and spread it around the school and then maybe some food poisoning. Did you eat the school lunch?” Jackie nods but he looks at you for support. 

“It’s pizza Friday. He loves it,” You add, watching as Jackie throws up again. “Once you’re done, sit up, bud. Dr. Abbot needs you to be steady.” 

“The mess hall is serving us the good food,” You whisper, staring down at your lobster, mac and cheese, and the good mashed potatoes. “We’re getting shipped off, ain’t we?” 

“Sure are,” Jack laughs. The two of you sit side by side, not even a millimeter of space between the two of you. You drop your head, ready to succumb to your inevitable fate. 

“I would’ve preferred pizza as my final meal.”

Abbot finishes drawing Jackie’s blood and leaves the room for a moment. You watch as the doors close and sigh, knowing what’s about to come and just continue to rub the top of your daughter's head. 

“You never mentioned an Abbot before,” Your wife carefully says, messing with her nails. 

“No, Katy. I didn’t.” You agree. “I also never mentioned Tasso, or Navarro, or Dukarea. Or half of my squad before.” 

“You haven’t,” She stresses. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Looking at her, you lace your fingers together before letting your hands hang between your legs. She shrugs and looks at the door. 

“Your mother did.” She said after a beat had passed. 

“Don't bring her up,” You glare over at her. “Not now, Katy.” 

“She said something about an Abbot who was tempting—“ She doesn’t get to finish before you stop her. 

“Jackie is sick. We are not going to talk about whatever she told you, Katherine.” She pauses but eventually nods. You look at Jackie as she looks between the two of you, you hate being tense around him. You hate having fights around her, or even being slightly angry around her. It’s not a part of you that you want her to experience. 

“I’m going for a smoke,” She pushes herself from the wall as the door opens again and Abbot walks inside. 

“Okay,” You reply, not sparing her a glance. She leaves using the opposite doors, snatching her purse from the chair with an exaggerated huff. 

“I’ve sent your blood for testing. We should know within an hour,” Abbot explains and you nod, looking between him and Jackie. Your stomach twists as you imagine that this was your family. The three of you. 

“Is there something he can have for the pain?” You ask, looking between the two of them. “She’s not good with pain and I know this is a ten for her.” Weakly, Jackie nods. 

“Alright, I’m going to give you an ibuprofen. It’ll help with the nausea and the pain. If, after an hour, you’re still in pain, I’ll switch it up. Does that sound good?”

“Mhmm,” Jackie winces and then starts gagging. You help her sit up, wincing as she throws up again. 

“What if she can’t keep the pill down?” You ask, looking up at him with worry clearly written all over your face. His chest tightens, and he inhales, looking between you and Jackie. As much as he’d hate to admit it, his mind runs blank for a moment. 

“An IV drip is always an option.” Abbot explains once he composes himself. “Would you be okay with that, Jackie?” Your daughter nods and Abbot nods in response. “We’ll get that started as soon as possible.”

“Would you be a step-dad?” Robby whispers, pulling Jack to the side. They’re about to do a shift change and this is how Robby is planning on spending their small overlap together. 

“Depends,” Jack responds, crossing his arms. “Is the kid bad? Is there an affair that causes the step-parent-ness?”

“No, and no,” Robby squints. “I didn’t— I wouldn’t help someone cheat. But this woman I’m seeing has a son, we haven’t met but she wants us to. I wanted your opinion,” Jack nods, imagining himself as a step-parent. It’s hard because he keeps placing his partner as you and not some random person. 

“Yeah,” He nods. “See if you can handle that dynamic. Every step family is different,” In turn, Robby nods before leaving in a rush. Apparently soon meant tonight. 

“Has there been an update with the others?” You ask. “Jackie’s friend, Charlie. She’s here too,” 

“I can certainly ask, what’s her last name?” Turning to Jackie, she inhales. It’s shaky and it looks like it hurts her but she still tries. 

“Hunt.” She replies. 

“Charlie Hunt, got it.” He leaves again and it’s just the two of you now. 

“It’s not drugs, right?” You whisper, looking up from the door. Jackie feverishly shakes her head and you nod, trusting her. Looking back at the door, you inhale. 

A part of you hates that out of all the places you could’ve settled after the Marines, you picked the one place Jack lived and then out of all of the hospitals, this is the one your son is being treated at. But another, bigger, part of yourself loves that. Loves that you’re still connected to him after all these years. It’s like a sign. 

The door opens and you see Abbot return with Charlie. Her parents are not there yet, their jobs are hard to leave from what you remember. 

“How you feeling, Char?” You ask, a small smile on your face. 

“Not horrible, Mr. (L/n),” She replies, looking at you before her eyes lock on Jackie. “How’s Jackie?”

“Could be better,” Jackie croaks and Charlie takes the seat you’d been in. She has a small oxygen mask around her neck but it doesn’t seem like she needs it anymore. 

“I’m going to go for a walk,” You tell them to which they nod. Looking Abbot up and down, he calmly follows you into the hallway. 

“A wife,” He whispers. “How long?”

“Um,” Scratching your eyebrow, you shrug. “About fourteen years. Are you… have you gotten married?” For a moment, you look at his hand. Barren, no tan lines to indicate a ring either. 

“No.” He confirms what you already know. “Are you happy?” The pause that follows the silence is all he needs to know. Although he could’ve guessed that already, he’s seen happily married people but you and Katy? That wasn’t a happy marriage. 

“I always said you’d make a great doctor,” 

“You did,” He nods, a breathless chuckle passing by his lips. “I always said you’d be a girl dad.”

“Light of my life,” You smile. “She had a small interest in medicine, which is crazy cause she’s—“ You pause, stopping yourself. Katy walks back in from her smoke break and you blink. “She gets woozy at the sight of blood.” You finish. 

“Has anyone seen Charlie Hunt?”  A doctor calls, standing in front of an empty on-call room. “I have her lab work,”

“She’s in here, Robby!” Abbot calls. “Is (L/n)’s also done?”

“Uh,” He checks his tablet. “Yes- yup,” 

“Alright, let’s go!” That special request to speed up Jackie’s tox screen worked. Which is a first. The four of you head back to the on-call room and Katy enters without knocking. 

“What the fuck?” She shouts and you see Charlie stand up to her full height. Jackie looks between the two of you, shocked, and her heart monitor is beeping faster. She looks at you, and you know, you just know what Katy saw. “Did you know?” She spins to you, finger pointing. But you don’t see her, you don’t hear her. 

You hear the rapid beeping, you see your daughter's fear, and it’s like you’re her. It’s like you’re your father and Katy is your mother and you’re about to repeat a cycle you could never break. 

“Breathe,” Jack forces you out of the rec room and into the dark outside. The party continues inside but you can feel yourself dying. Your life is in the hands of the letter dropped off earlier in the week that you’d refused to open. “What’s wrong?” Your free hand touches the dewy grass as you sit. 

“Sweetheart,” His hand covers yours, blocking the letter from your vision. 

“Someone told my parents,” You manage out. “My mom she’s asking about why her church is whispering about her ‘faggot’ son. They know us-- they know you.” 

“I thought they knew?” 

“No,” Holding both of his hands, you kiss them softly, grounding yourself. “I never told them. That's why I left.”

You never understood why your parents were such a big part of your life, why you let their hate infect you so much. That your fear wasn’t strong enough to stop you from going to the Marines, but it was for telling your parents no. But it’s not stronger than your love for Jackie. 

“Get out,” You tell Katy. 

“Let’s see what your mother has to say about this.” She hums, digging into her purse for her phone. She’s used that line so many times and so many times you’ve given in at the expense of your peace and sanity. 

“Let’s see what Vincent has to say,” She pauses at the door, her eyes filled with pure hatred. She says fine, along with some colorful words and you sigh, joining the now crying Jackie’s side. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Doctor Robby takes Charlie back to her room while Abbot stands there, unsure of what to do with himself. 

“I didn’t— I’m sorry,” Her cries turn to gagging and you sit her up, letting her vomit into the bowl. 

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry for not doing better,” Holding her tight, you shudder, wishing so desperately you’d been your father all those years ago. “Let’s focus on your health first, honey. And then everything else after.” 

“Alright, your tox screen does show levels of carbon monoxide and it is showing signs of food poisoning,” He turns the screen and points to an assortment of letters and numbers that only he understands. 

“Good news is-“ He turns the screen back to him. “It looks like you won’t have any long-term side effects and the nausea should lessen with time. For now, I’m going to start your IV drip and give you an oxygen mask. That’s to help your body filter out the carbon monoxide faster.” She nods, holding your hand tightly. He gently puts the oxygen mask over her and you watch as she takes a deep breath in. 

He nods to the door and you stand up. Jackie reaches for your hand, shaking her hand but you reassure her that you’ll just be outside the door. She lets go and you meet Abbot in the hallway. 

“We have social workers available,” He starts. “If you or Jackie want to talk to someone.”

“I’m definitely getting a therapist for us,” You huff a laugh. “I know divorces can be rough on kids.”

“Divorce?” He asks. 

“That’s who Vincent is. He’s my friend and a divorce lawyer. I can’t let her grow up the way I did,” 

“That’s good,” He smiles an honest smile. 

“I don’t know if you’d be up to it again, but, could I get your number?” You carefully ask. “I know Pittsburgh has that year waiting period but,” You laugh, looking away from him. “It’s been fourteen years and I’ve missed you like a motherfucker.”

[apiciuscats]

— W/ A YOUNGER SISTER READER! | Sakamoto Days

🌱 SUMMARY — PLATONIC!! No weird stuff here. Sakamoto Days characters with a younger sister reader. REPOST as tumblr didn't work correctly, hopefully the person requesting sees this ><

🌱 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Gaku, Natsuki Seba, Heisuke Mashimo

🌱 CONTENT & NOTES — Platonic, can be interpreted as related by blood or just seeing each other as siblings. Some swearing. Small mentions of violence [but not really]. Probably OOC. Can also be interpreted as gender neutral, no pronouns or body parts mentioned. Minor manga spoilers. Bad writing. Nothing else really ! ^^ WC — 400-500 per character. 2.3k total.

💌 REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Feel free to send them in for Saka.Days after reading my pinned Request Rules !!

SHIN ASAKURA — 

Well, he already sees people like Lu and Hana as his family. Whether you’re as spontaneous as Lu or sophisticated, he’ll always be a bit protective of you. Especially before he called it quits as an assassin. Even if you were also an assassin, I think he’d encourage you to quit first. The job is dangerous. You’re younger than him, too. You should stay back and let him do the dirty work. If you insist on continuing your work, he makes sure that you’re always okay after the job and would ideally be there with you. 

On that topic, if you’re not so good at fighting, he’ll be more than happy to teach you! Self-defence is important, after all. His moves are not too shabby and you’ll learn pretty fast from him. He gets very dedicated and serious once he starts teaching you. 

He’s a good older brother. He makes sure you don’t get into trouble, doesn't do anything stupid, and tries to not get you involved in all the assassin affairs even after getting a job at Sakamoto’s Store. With bounties on their heads, the last thing he wants is for you to get in danger too, or have you wound up with a nice big bounty on your head. 

Your bond could be similar to his and Lu’s. A lot of petty arguments sometimes— like who will sweep the floors, which part of the fridge the peach sodas should go or each other’s work ethics and habits, but in the end, they never get too serious. 

Shin can tell if you have a bad day— yeah, with his telepathy, but probably also just from your cues. He knows you pretty well. He wants to respect your personal space, but if he thinks you’ve been having a shitty day, he makes sure to scold you less and brings you some snacks from the store, or Lu’s buns. He can tell whether or not you want personal space or want someone to be there for you. If it’s the latter, he’ll try his best to reassure you. He’s a bit stiff and awkward, but it’s the thought that counts. 

Speaking of which, he tries to get things he’s noticed you wanted. A snack you’ve been craving for a few days? He’ll make a note to buy it for you later. He’s not someone who will always get you what you want, but he does make notes on what you like or what you’ve been thinking about. 

All in all, he’s a great brother. Sibling-like arguments and conversations, knows what you want, teaches you how to fight, and he wants you to be safe. 

NAGUMO YOICHI — 

Well, let’s get the obvious out of the way— a lot of teasing. 

He’ll hide your things, start petty arguments with you, or purposefully do things he knows annoy you. Anything you can think that an annoying sibling would do, I guarantee he’s tried on you at least once. I feel like he’d also use his disguise ability to his advantage. Scaring you as someone else, or even “transforming” [or whatever you call it] into you and mocking your personality [lightheartedly]. 

However, he does care for you a lot. Despite being quite the risky person himself, I feel like, just like Shin, he wouldn’t want you to be exposed to the world of assassins and violence. His job is dangerous, and although he doesn’t hate his job or anything, he doesn’t want you to be in danger or to be involved in underground jobs like him.

If you aren’t an assassin, or if you’re on the weaker side, he wouldn’t mind teaching you how to fight too. Definitely takes the opportunity to tease you even while doing that too. Trips you, doesn’t go easy, and laughs when you fall over or fail to land a hit on him. Definitely insufferable. 

However, he knows your limits well. If his teasing seemed to have genuinely annoyed you or made you upset, he’d back off. He wouldn’t be the type of person to explicitly apologize. But he’d probably buy you something like a snack, or you get a pass from his pranks for a day or so. Maybe the next time you train with him, he’ll intentionally let you get a good kick or punch in. It’s the least he can do. 

Unfortunately, if you aren’t an assassin like him, or if you’re a much lower rank than him, [which you probably will be— he’s part of The Order, after all] sometimes he might just disappear on you without warning. Some kind of risky job, and he’s not answering his phone. Shows up a day or two later laughing about it. Lets you whack him hard on the head for it, at the least. 

After what happened with him being expelled from The Order, he prioritizes keeping you safe. If you worked alongside him, he gets you out too. Even if you didn’t, he’ll find someone he trusts where you can stay. He doesn’t trust his ex-colleagues enough that they wouldn’t threaten you to get back at him. Namely, the Sakamoto’s. Although he wouldn’t consider himself to be the best of friends to them, he knows that Mr. Sakamoto wouldn’t hurt you nor treat you badly, and would gladly protect you. 

He’s a good brother.. it’s just that his job gets in the way of a lot of things— and leaves you worried for him too many times to count. But at least he cares, he’s funny, and he knows your limits. 

GAKU — 

Another case that is similar to Shin’s— he already has people like Kumanomi who consider him as her brother. 

Whether related by blood or not, he may not act like it all the time, but he does care a lot about you. 

Likes to game with you, even if you suck. He needs a gaming partner sometimes. Although Kumanomi does, he appreciates your company too. He probably beats you at a lot of the games, but it’s the thought that counts. 

On the topic of fighting, he’d teach you too. I mean, he did train with Mafuyu. Unlike, say, Shin, he wouldn’t go easy on you. In his opinion, if he sugar-coats his lessons, you won’t learn to get stronger. So, unless you’re crazy strong, the first few times you’re gonna get beaten around a bit. Obviously, he makes sure not to hurt you too much, to the point of leaving scars or limiting your physical capabilities. 

Probably like the cool older brother stereotype where you just toss them the controller when you can’t beat a level and watch them absolutely cook it. Having trouble with a game? Give it to him and he gets a perfect score in a minute sharp. 

His nonchalance can be a bit infuriating. Returns very injured and acts like it’s no big deal, even if you and/or Kumanomi fret over his condition. If you seem genuinely worried, he’ll reassure you with something like, “Nah, it’s no big deal. Kashima can patch me up later.” But, unless you nag him, he’ll forget to see Kashima and spend the rest of the day gaming while simultaneously practically bleeding out. 

He’s not a noncaring person to you. If you had a bad day, got hurt, or something like that, although he wouldn’t try to explicitly comfort you, I think he’d try to make you feel better in his own way. Sharing some snacks with you, playing games with you, sometimes even going easier on you in said games, or, if he’s feeling nice, letting you win. 

His idea of what makes someone feel better is just relaxing or chilling. He’s absolutely not the one to ask for reassuring words or comfort, but he’s good company if you don’t want sympathetic looks and awkward reassurances. Just sit with him and play some games, eat some snacks and you’ll be feeling better, hopefully. 

I see him as someone who would also tease you or pull a few pranks. Not as much, or as explicitly as Nagumo would, but he does if he’s feeling in the mood to. Puts your things in high places or randomly borrows one of your belongings [like headphones, controller, chargers] and leaves them everywhere. Blasts music and refuses to turn it down. Typical.

Pretty good brother. Plays games with you, shares snacks, can mess with you, a little bit too lazy. 

NATSUKI SEBA — 

I mean, he already has a brother that he treats well! 

As he does with Mafuyu, he makes you all types of things from the JCC. Mafuyu didn’t like making contact with his opponents, so he got bladed shoes. Whatever inconvenience or odd preferences you may have, he makes some sort of trinket that can aid you with that. You’re better at a certain type of combat? A personalized weapon to suit your style. 

He might not act like it, but as he does with his brother, he cares about you greatly too. He has no outright qualms with you if you were a fighter or assassin. He’d even help you train a few times, whether or not you’re stronger than him. Teaches you how to use all the different types of gadgets and weapons he’s making, and can even teach you all about them and how to make them yourself, if you’re interested. 

He’s a smart fella. Helps you with your studies and academics. Struggling with a class? Probably says some shit like “imagine 😂”, but he doesn’t mind helping you for a few hours to make some notes or help you review. 

Had a bad day? “Type shii.” But he gets you a snack, some water and some medicine later. 

On the bright side, his life is not quite as chaotic as the others on this list. Meaning at least you’d be able to spend proper amounts of family time together. Takes you and Mafuyu out to buy crepes or something. 

Speaking of Mafuyu, at least you have another brother alongside him. Even if he’s busy doing his assassin work or a project at the JCC, Mafuyu is not bad company either. Sure, he’s an average edgy teenage boy going through puberty, but he tolerates your presence and can game with you or go outside for a walk while Natsuki finishes his business. 

It’s canon that they don’t exactly have a good relationship with their father. Naturally, Natsuki tries to protect you and his brother from any harsh tendencies from their father. If you had a day of extensive training, he’s usually waiting with some snacks and a bottle of water. He makes all kinds of handy tools to make the burden even just a little bit lighter. 

He and Shin are probably the best brothers on this list. He might seem a little uncaring and lazy on the outside, but he cares for you a lot, makes you all kinds of things and definitely values his family, and that includes you!

HEISUKE MASHIMO — 

He cares about you very very much! You’ll just have to tolerate the fact that he’s broke as hell. 

He wants to be the best brother in the world, and claims to be just that. Scrapes together any change so he can get you great snacks and food for the day. 

A little bit protective. His definition of “protection” is letting Piisuke follow you. A yellow bird isn’t that intimidating, but at least you have a cute, loyal companion with you. 

He’s very excitable. He doesn’t see much worries about letting you be an assassin at first, but he’d prefer you got a lighter job and let him do the work. That’s what a big brother is for! Brags about all his achievements, even the smallest one. Subsequently, returns to you sobbing after he fails or gets scolded or laughed at for being incompetent or only good at sniping. 

Just too hyper and kind for his own good. He gets the money for a good meal or finds an amazing deal somewhere, and runs back acting like he just won millions at the lottery over a slightly larger pack of chips or a pork bun that wasn’t microwaved for once in his entire life. 

He tries to do everything he sees other people doing with their siblings. They pick their siblings up from places? He doesn’t have a car, but he’s personally running to wherever you are to accompany you back. Walking their dogs together? He doesn’t have a dog, but he tries to walk Piisuke with you. Which is basically just a normal walk in the park with Piisuke trailing along. It’s the thought that counts... They tease their siblings? He can do that too! You don’t like it? He’ll stop immediately!

Once he meets and becomes friends with the Sakamoto’s, he takes you to their shop all the time. Promises a good meal, but then says, “Sometimes, Lu throws food at Shin and we can eat the ones on the floor!” That’s his definition of a good meal.

He’s a good brother as well. A bit silly, but he has the energy and values you so much! He can’t imagine losing you or getting you in danger. 

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[theseinfernalangels]

The Rhythm of Rain - Dain Aetos

Synopsis: Dain is lowkey confused by your whimsy, send tweet.

Includes: Awkward&Confused!Dain, bits of Anya lore that I haven’t explained in full yet, your usual sassy dragon commentary. Takes place before Fourth Wing.

Cool licks of rain streak down your skin as you stare into the gray expanse of clouds that hover above you. This is the first time in three days that you’d been able to really stand outside for more than ten minutes, and honestly? You’re genuinely so content with being stuck outside in the spring downpour.

Fíoch, though, has other ideas. “You can’t be serious,” he chides. “I can understand needing to feel the air on your skin, but rain? You are most certainly odd, Anam.”

His words don’t bother you. “I thought that’s why you liked me,” you reply, reaching behind you to tug your hair from its usual twin braids. “It’s not like being odd is a bad thing.”

“I chose you because you are like the sun breaking from the clouds after a storm,” the dragon says dryly. “Not because you like storms.”

You lean against the railing of the Commons balcony, working your fingers hastily through your now-free hair. Little droplets slide from your leathers, and you know you’ll probably have to dry and treat them later — but you know it’s worth it. Rain like this doesn’t come often in Morraine, unlike your home corner of Calldyr, so that means you’ll have to enjoy it while it lasts.

“So what?” You ask Fíoch. “You get to feel rain whenever you want if you have wings. I don’t. Let me take the opportunity to enjoy it.”

The Brown snorts. “If you come down with an illness, do not blame me.” He goes silent a moment later, and you can only presume that he’s blocked you out for the time being, the sassy little beast.

Damn. You should get on to learning how to do the same. It’s been only a month since Threshing, so your mental connection is still fairly raw, but tuning out your dragon’s never-ending commentary on your life choices would be a blessing. It wasn’t annoying, per se — now that you’ve been acquainted with the Brown dragon for some time, you’d actually grown fond of having his presence within you. Dragons could just be so judgmental sometimes, you know? Sure, they’re the superior beings, but knowing that the creature that you’re bonded to for life is raising his metaphorical eyebrows at most of your decisions sometimes made you huff in irritation.

A scuff of a boot brings your attention back to your surroundings, and your fingers fly to the crescent blade that dangles on a chain by your thigh, gripping the leather-bound hilt tightly. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts the peaceful rhythm of the rain around you.

“My bad, Holt. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Ah. Dain Aetos, the high class conformist, has come to rain on your parade (pun not intended) once again.

“Aetos.” You keep your voice carefully neutral. “You’re fine. Surprised me, is all.”

Your opinions on your section-mate were…mixed, to say the least. On one hand, he was incredibly intelligent, obviously dedicated, and damn sexy. On the other, though, he loved to drag people through the mud when it came to upholding the Codex — something you, a go-with-the-flow type, couldn’t stand. Where was his line? Was there anything that could convince him to step away from the rulebook for at least once in his life? Let’s be honest — did he even have a life?

Your silence is taken as an invitation to step closer, and soon enough, you’re both leaning against the stony railing that looks over the sides of the Box Canyon. You can feel him watching you, his eyes fixed on your loosened hair that blows gently in the breeze, but your eyes stay stationed on the darkened sky.

“I have to ask,” Dain says quietly. “Why are you standing in the rain? You could get sick.”

A cocky little smile threatens to reach your lips. “Why are you? You don’t have to be out here.”

“Neither do you,” he shoots back. “But you are. I’m just curious.”

You shrug. No matter what, at the end of the day, he’ll probably think you’re a cloud-chasing idiot anyway, so there’s no use in trying to come up with some half-hearted excuse for willingly getting rained on.

“I like the rain. It doesn’t rain much in Morraine — which is ironic. Morraine. More rain. Whoever came up with the name needs to get their eyes checked.”

You shake your head, trying to get back on track with your point. “Anyway, Morraine doesn’t get as much precipitation as Calldyr does. It just reminds me of home.”

To your surprise, Dain nods. You remember that he’s probably lived in Calldyr at some point, due to the fact that his father has definitely been stationed there. He’s likely never been to your side of the city, though — the rundown, sketchy, and sometimes downright nerve-racking streets of the Scathan district.

“Makes sense.” He shifts a little, likely unable to say same given the number of times he’s moved cities. “But you’re seriously not concerned for your health? That feels a little beneath you.”

What the hell do you know about me? You want to ask. How does someone like you know what I’m above? You can’t bring yourself to ask that, so you just scoff a little. “Please. It’ll take more than sky water to take me out. I’ve been rained on harder than this. I just enjoy it.”

His brow furrows in a way that makes your heart flutter. “Enjoy it?” He echoes. “The rain? What’s there to enjoy about it?” As if catching himself, he shrinks a little where he stands. “Not judging, just asking.”

You hum quietly for a moment, trying to decide if he means it. “I guess you don’t hear it,” you murmur. “The rain has a rhythm to it; you know, the way it falls and hits surfaces and such. It’s natural music, and it makes me happy.”

A rhythm. It was no secret to the people in your section that you loved music. Everywhere you went, someone could hear you humming a tune. You made up countless songs to help memorize the events of the Great War. Sometimes, if people found you alone, they could hear you sing the songs your adoptive family used to sing on the streets. Dain admittedly secretly sought you out for that sometimes — not even his disciplined self could resist the curiosity that was piqued when he caught wind of your low, smoky voice. It was beautiful, really. 

And for some reason, it scared him. A lot.

“Makes sense,” he repeats, more to himself this time. “It’s, uh, pretty cool that you can pick up on all of that. I think most people just hear the drops themselves.”

You nod in agreement. “They do. I hear it like a refrain. Sometimes it speeds up, sometimes it slows, but it stays consistent most of the time.“

A thought pops in your head, and you tuck a lock of your now-soaked hair behind your ear to get a better look at him — posture somehow impeccable despite being leaned over, little droplets sliding down his leathers. “Hey, Aetos?”

His eyes twitch over and meet yours. “Yeah?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Why are you out here?”

He’s silent for a moment, as if he didn’t actually consider why he would be standing outside in the pouring rain next to someone that he didn’t even like all that much. His nails — ink-stained and bitten short, you notice — drum along the railing absentmindedly.

“I don’t know,” he admits, looking back over the canyon. “You’re standing out in the middle of an April shower in nothing but light flight leathers. I just got a little concerned.”

You blink, caught off-guard by the admission. Dain Aetos, resident judge of all things you, was concerned about you? You couldn’t be sure if he was joking or not.

“Awww,” you coo. “You’re concerned for my well-being now? I’m honored.” 

His coffee-colored eyes narrow a little. “Obviously,” he mutters. “I thought you were crying, and that’s out of the ordinary for you. I—“ He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face tiredly. His voice lowers a little when he continues, as if he was telling you a profound secret. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Well. If nothing else got your attention, that certainly did. Dain wasn’t an asshole by any real means, but to go and admit that he had cared enough about you that he wanted to make sure you weren’t upset? That was the definition of progress.

You shoot him a small smile of gratitude. “I appreciate that, Dain.” You watch as he stiffens a little at the sound of his name and then relaxes in less than a second. “But, yeah. Not upset in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually.”

The smile he returns can only be described as…Well, nervous. “Of course. Just watching out for a section-mate.”

Your heart sinks a little as he reduces the gesture to duty, but the feeling quickly recedes when Fíoch mumbles quietly in that corner of your mind. “Deflecting. He is too insecure to really show you that he cares. Human males always cease to impress me.”

You bite down hard on your tongue to keep yourself from laughing, and you nod. Dain, looking slightly disheveled, glances around and then fidgets with one of the buttons on his crisp jacket. “Guess I have to get out of here. I’m—“ He looks away for a moment. “I’m glad you’re okay, Holt.” He spins around quickly, maybe too quickly, and leaves you alone in the pouring down rain with an amount of confusion that could knock out a bear. 

“Okay?” You say to no one. “Great. Thanks, I guess.”

Fíoch snorts in your mind. “You need to focus on fixing your face, girl. I can see that lovestruck look in your eyes from literal miles away.”

“And you need to focus on minding your business,” you counter, watching Dain leave with a sudden hollow feeling replacing whatever you’d felt before. “If I’m lovestruck, then youabsolutely adore being caught in the rain and would do anything to be standing in it right now.”

As if on cue, the Brown dragon’s head pops out from seemingly nowhere below the balcony, his orange eyes blinking up at you in triumph. “You were saying?”

You stare down at him for a moment before groaning. “We really need to start working on shielding.”

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[ahappydnp]

whats your beef with anthony padilla 👀 ☕️

idk like honestly it started when smosh was hitting their peak in like 2008 and i was a teenager who spent all their time on youtube and had just started getting into feminist theory so seeing their teehee misogyny branding and thumbnails (though i know that it was Most Channels doing the boob thumbnails something about smosh just annoyed me? but like i said i was 15 and full of a new found patriarcal rage in baby closeted lesbian body)

aside from their humor ian and anthony's "queerbaiting/shipbaiting" was annoying especially the whole kissing thing it was just soooo straight. also anthony's long history of having explosive and damning on his side breakups with everyone he's publicly been in a relationship with is a pattern at this point (shoutout to miel's breakup album tourist season about anthony it's soo fucking good)

also him tweeting that he wanted to interview "crazy" phannies for a video in 2019 and people telling him to fucking don't???do that??? luckily people caused enough shit that he took the tweet asking for volunteers down but why would you try and make a video lowkey mocking fans of your friends?!?!

also i just don't find anthony particularly interesting or full of any real depth. i don't like how he can come across passive and unempathetic in his interviews about serious subjects and somehow always brings it back to himself. idk he just seems vapid sometimes and unengaged in the world outside his bubble and it's just not my cup of tea i guess. i don't think he's malicious or cruel! he's just very much a cishet white guy in every sense of the word and i get that dan's a lifelong fanboy with a crush but whyyyy are you riding so hard for this guy

[daylighted]

¹artist!ben who involuntarily flinches when someone/reader touches him. who eventually - very slowly - gets used to the reader jumping on him or something.

²artist!ben who he is insecure no matter how cocky he acts and doesn't think the reader is someone who would date him for him.

³artist!ben who spends time locked in his dorm room sketching the reader over and over, in whatever way he pictures her.

⁴artist!ben who blushes when reader barges in his space during lunch and he has to act fast to hide the incomplete sketch of her.

⁵artist!ben who's always grumpy and secretive about his art with reader until she annoys him enough to let her see it.

I'm crying. he is such a baby. our baby.

our baby!!! i also love love love the thought of. hold on. i am so getting ahead of myself but i must write it i can't just be normal and discuss this.

"you don't even know me, ben."

it's like a slap to the face, those words, so callously thrown out in defense of an argument that wasn't even that serious. the very muse of his affections, reducing him to someone that doesn't pay attention to you. you! like you weren't in his head constantly. like he didn't know the angles of your face like he knew how to rinse charcoal completely away from his fingertips to hide the evidence of his work in between the pages of his sketchpad.

"don't know you?" he repeats, slowly, venom laced in between every word. "don't know you." his tongue pokes into his cheek, a humorless laugh falling from his parted lips.

for a moment, it looks like you're going to say something - but it's too late, now. you poked something long-dead and it moved, and now you had to handle the consequences of it. "you wear your hair down even though you hate when it gets in your eyes. you chew on your fingernails when you're nervous. sometimes, when you're focused, your tongue pokes out between your teeth."

you're frozen in place, staring at him with an expression that he hasn't yet drawn. something that was somehow floored and blank all at once. ben decides he doesn't want to draw it. he doesn't like to see the masks over your face. he wants to draw out your real thoughts and paint those.

"you like to stand outside when it rains," he continues, determined to get a new expression from you, wanting to add another study of your features to his collection, "you only drink from a straw so you don't mess up your lip gloss. you have a new nail polish color every few days because you pick it off almost instantly."

your head shakes, back and forth, like you can deny the truths he's laying bare. your lip is wobbling, and it's beautiful to see something he's drawn on still canvas so many times in motion. "you laugh loudly, don't give a shit who hears. you smile when you don't think anyone's looking, a real smile, and it's the prettiest fuckin' thing i've ever seen."

he takes a step closer, just so you can't escape. he's on the precipice of a revelation, he just needs that final push. "i have tried, over and over, to imitate the color of your eyes in this," he holds up the sketchbook, flips quickly through every page just fast enough for you to see the silhouettes of you in the rain, your smile, your laugh, you brushing hair out of your eyes, you drinking a milkshake, though not fast enough to see the love and care put into each and every one. "but i can't figure it out. can't ever get it right. nothing compares to looking at them."

and he looks at them for a long while, basking in the vulnerable, raw expression painted on your features. he doesn't want to paint this one either. this one, ben wants to keep just for himself.

"so don't ever tell me i don't know you. i know you in all of your forms, sweetheart. if you don't believe me? it's all on fucking paper."

[strawberry-pretzels]

ehe my intrusive thoughts r getting worse!!

[dear-ao3]

guys im gonna be real my biggest fear is ill get famous and ppl will look thro my instagram following and theyll see shit in there that i havent unfollowed since 2016 and theyll find out i was a harry potter fan once upon a time or something

[msbarrows]

Argh... so I've been reading in Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (SVSSS) fandom recently. And it's given me a new pet peeve about formatting and TTS. A bunch of the authors in that fandom are using black lens brackets to indicate the 'system' voice, 【like this】, because the original novels do, and, yeah... unfortunately that's not always compatible with TTS (definitely not with google's TTS engine, and testing with various other online TTS engines gives mixed results).

Guess how I know they're called black lens brackets.

…

Go on, guess.

…

YUP! They get read aloud! Every. Single. Time. They. Appear. Open black lens bracket like this close black lens bracket.

Please resist using the novel's formatting and just use regular square brackets instead! Which do not get read aloud unless there's a space in a bad position, [ like this ]. If you want to be fancy, maybe use <tt>...</tt> formatting or a monospaced font such as courier to make it stand out more as something mechanical.

[Like this]

Which reminds me, another bad formatting choice I've bumped into multiple times (and I can't remember if I've mentioned this one before) is where authors use something <like this> to indicate things like speaking mind-to-mind, or that someone is speaking a foreign language (despite the actual text still being in English). Cool. Neat. Also not TTS compatible, unless you like repeatedly hearing less than and greater than mixed into the text. But guess what - there are already perfectly serviceable ‹single› and «double» angled quotation marks that could be used instead - and since they're recognized as actual quotation marks, they don't get read aloud! Shocking, I know.

Those angled quotation marks could also be another decent option for indication of things like the system voice, obviously.

«Like this»

Thanks to everyone who is already using more TTS-compatible formatting, and to anyone who decides to make some changes to theirs after reading this :)

[kerizaret]

I know i like to joke around that haha tsukasa scared of bugs haha funny loser, but please do remember and be mindful of people irl with fears that might seem silly or petty to you, because you never know how it truly makes them feel

[front-facing-pokemon]

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[dykedvonte]

Reading MW takes on Twitter is like reading a summary of the Bible from someone who only watched like a Family Guy family special about it