#that way i can focus on what he's saying instead of not being stabbed

[writteninthestars288]

One of those days

Summary: Robby takes out his frustration on the wrong person

Pairing: Dr. Robby x OC (Alexandria Greene). Also heavily featured Dana because she’s the bomb.

*The chokehold this show and this man have on me right now needs to be studied*

“Did you give Mohan the okay to run a heavy metal panel?”

Ria turned towards the rough voice. She furrowed her eyebrows when she was Robby coming up to her, a look of frustration on his face.

“Yes I did. She presented her case and I agreed that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check them out.”

“She is presenting clear psychiatric symptoms.”

“Maybe but they can also be symptoms of high mercury levels. Something I know Mohan presented to you before being dismissed. What is so wrong about having it checked out?”

“What is wrong is I gave Dr. Mohan clear instructions and instead of following them, she went behind my back to you who then undermined me.”

Ria looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief. She could feel people watching them but neither doctor cared at this moment.

“Undermined you?” Robby nodded making Ria scoff. “You know, I know today is hard for you but you don’t get to sit here and take it out on me.”

She saw the way his jaw clenched but she didn’t care. He had been on edge with everyone all day, it getting worse as the morning went on.

“This isn’t about me.” Typical. “This is about you going behind my back.”

“Robby it-.”

“I gave Dr. Mohan an order and instead of following it, she came to you. You had no right to undermine my orders. You are a resident and I am the attending.”

He hadn’t meant to say it. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think about it.

His heart sank when he saw the look in her eyes. The way her jaw clenched and the small step she took back to give herself some space.

“So that’s all I am then? A resident?”

The hurt in her voice was enough to sober Robby up completely.

“I didn’t-.”

Ria held her hand up to cut him off. “Understood, Dr. Robinavitch. It won’t happen again.”

Hearing his name was a punch to the gut. He was never Dr. Robinavitch to her. Always Robby when they were at work, Mikey saved for the private moments they shared, but never Dr. Robinavitch.

“Ria-“ that’s all he got out before the young brunette in front of him sauntered away towards the central bay in the ER. Robby let out a silent groan and closed his eyes. This was not what he intended to have happen.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw Dana watching from the nurses station. The look she was giving him told him everything.

“Don’t.” Dana gave a humorless laugh and threw her hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say anything. You said enough all on your own.”

Robby clenched his jaw and took a step, presumably to follow the young doctor he had just successfully pissed off but Dana stopped him.

“I wouldn’t unless you want everyone in here to see you get stabbed with a syringe.”

“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, walking towards the nursing station. Leaning his elbows on the counter he brought his fingers up to rub his tired eyes.

“Yea well you can’t really take it back now. If I were you, I’d give her space and focus. Gloria catches wind of this and it’ll be just another item on her list.”

Robby let out long sigh but nodded none the less. Dana was right. Right now he needed to focus.

“You’re right.”

“I do love hearing that sentence come from you.” She smiled wide.

“Don’t get used to it.”

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“Are you okay?” She heard a soft whisper coming from her right side. Turning, she saw Dr. Mohan standing to her left. Alexandria, or Ria as most people called her, just gave a curt nod.

“Fine. Why?” Mohan gave her a look as she stepped closer to where Ria was updating her charts. Ria watched as the woman looked around, presumably to see if a certain cranky senior attending was listening.

“Santos said Robby gave you shit for giving me the okay to order that heavy metal panel.”

The young doctor clenched her jaw. Santos and her big mouth were gonna be the death of her.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t handle. Besides it ended up being necessary right?” The last thing she needed was for the panel to come back completely clear. It would only fuel Robby’s anger on the matter.

“Yea her mercury levels were through the roof. Remind me to never buy face lotion from overseas without checking every single ingredient.”

Ria gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.

“See? If all it cost us was Robby throwing his dick around because he’s having a bad day and didn’t have a say in it, then I call that a success.”

Samira just gave her a small smile before walking off. Ria let out a sigh as she continued charting, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

She knew what today was. She knew the stress Gloria was bringing down on him. But that didn’t mean she was going to allow him to take it out on her or any of the other residents.

All day she had seen small instances of him cracking. Poor Whittaker looked like he was going to vomit when he was caught eating over Robby’s desk. She was thankful that after their spat, she had been incredibly busy.

Every time she’d see Robby make his way towards her, she got pulled in with another patient. It was like someone above was looking out for her. And this time was no different.

Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up, seeing familiar brown eyes set on her. She only spared him a quick glance before looking back down at her work.

“You gonna let him apologize?”

Turning to the spot where Samira just occupied, she saw Dana had taken her spot. She risked another quick glance and saw Robby was starting to make his way towards the pair.

Ria cleared her throat. “Not unless he admits he’s being an ass today.”

Dana laughed and gave the young doctor an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. “I think we both know we have a better chance at clearing the waiting room before that happens.”

Ria let out a small giggle just as Robby got to them. He tried to seem casual, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets but Ria could see the tension lines around his eyes.

He shot her a small smile and she wanted to curse. She knew he knew his smile got her most times.

“Dr. Greene can I see-.”

“Dr. Greene!” All three heads turned to see Perlah waving for Ria. “We need your help in trauma 4. Finger reattachment.”

Ria nodded, grateful for yet another get away. She wasn’t really ready to listen to what he had to say, still upset at being made to feel like she was merely just a resident doctor who wasn’t trusted to call big shots without his consent first.

“Excuse me, Doctor.”

Dana bit her lip to suppress a laugh as Ria scooted past Robby and made her way down the hall.

“Did you really think a smile would work?”

“It usually does.”

Dana scoffed and shook her head. “Men. You really are all the same.”

“What does that mean?” He asked as they started walking the floor.

“It means that you guys expect us woman to give in too easily.”

“I didn’t mean-.”

“Mean to what? Pull rank on a very capable doctor who made a call that ultimately could have saved a patient's life? Not just a doctor might I add but your girlfriend.” Dana lowered her voice for the last part. Only a few select people knew that they were together.

He hated when Dana was right. “I want to apologize. I just need a few minutes without us being called. Would you uh, be willing to help me with that?”

Dana gave him a comforting smile. She loved Robby like a brother and knew how much Ria meant to him. Plus, if she could help Robby make up for his mistake, he’d owe her one and soon it would be time again to go and give The Kraken his meds.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

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“Alright Mr. Gibbons you are all set.” Ria pulled back away from the bloody appendage after successfully reattaching the man’s right middle finger. “Dr. Javardi here is going to get you set up with an appointment to follow up with Ortho. For pain, I would stick to Tylenol and make sure the incisions do not get wet for at least the end of the week.”

The older man nodded. “Thank you so much Doctor. You have been great.”

“It was my pleasure. Next time that lawn mower gives you trouble, make sure the power is off.” She gave him a cheeky smile making the older man chuckle and nod. She gave him another wave before stepping back out into the chaos.

“Ria?”

Ria looked behind her to see Dana once again.

“There is a patient in central who is being a pain in the ass. Seems like he may be having a mental health episode but nobody can get him to calm down enough to triage. Could you go work your magic?”

“Sure. Anything I need to know?”

Dana shook her head as the pair made their way over. “Just that he’s been quite difficult. Mood swings out the ass. He’s making Myrna look like a saint.”

Ria’s eyes widened as the pair came to a stop infront of the room.

“I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Ria nodded before heading in.

“Hello my name is-.” Ria cut herself off as she pulled the curtain back. She didn’t know who she was expecting but she knew for sure she hadn’t been expecting to see Robby laying in the patient’s bed. “What the fuck?”

“Oh doctor thank god you’re here.” Robby threw his arm across his forehead dramatically. Ria had to stop herself from laughing, thankfully her confusion was still present enough to block out any humor she found in this.

“What are you doing?”

Robby jumped down from the bed, rounding the front so he was a few feet in front of her. “Can we talk?”

“Talk? Gloria is on your ass about patient satisfaction and time spent with patients and we’re taking up a room, giving her more ammo towards you.”

“I can handle whatever shit Gloria throws my way.”

“I don’t think now is a good time, Doc-.”

“Ria please.” Ria heard the tension in his voice and saw it in his shoulders. “Just let me do this. And if after you decide you’re still upset with me, then so be it but please, just let me talk.”

It was silent between the pair. Robby wasn’t one to initiate talks like this. Ria knew better than anyone he had a tendency to try and shove these kinds of talks under the rug. He had gotten better about them since the two got together but it was still a work in progress.

Seeing the effort he was making, she decided her pettiness could be put on the back burner for now. She just gave a small nod, one Robby reciprocated before continuing. “What I said earlier was completely out of line. You were right in calling for the labs. I should have listened to Mohan. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t just that. Do you understand how you made me feel? To be dismissed as just another resident?” For the first time today, she let the weight of his words from earlier hit her. Her eyes stung slightly and her throat started to feel tighter.

Robby’s eyes softened as he looked at her. He really had done a number.

“I don’t expect special treatment because of our relationship but I do expect to be treated as the doctor I am. To not have my decisions ridiculed in front of everyone in the department just because you wanted the case closed to appease the fucking people upstairs.”

“You’re right.” Robby took a step towards her, happy when she stayed put and didn’t move away. Taking a chance, he reached down and grabbed both her hands in his. “I uh, I haven’t been in good form today. I’ve been short, stressed, and near sighted.”

Ria tried to hide the look of shock on her face. Robby wasn’t one to admit to his feelings that fast. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”

Robby chuckled and shook his head, rubbing smalls circles on her hands with his thumbs. “No, just realizing that my own issues are getting in the way of something much more important.”

Ria sighed and squeezed his hands. “I know today is hard. I know what he meant to you. It’s okay to not be okay, Mikey.”

Mikey. Just hearing that made Robby let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. Mikey meant they were gonna be okay.

“But,” Ria started, “that doesn’t give you a free pass to take that out on anyone else. Especially the interns. Whittaker looked like he wanted to change professions after you caught him eating at your desk.”

“He was getting crumbs-.” The look Ria gave him made him stop talking and just nod. “I will try and make sure I keep my emotions more in check.”

“Thank you. You keep saying this is a teaching hospital. But, the more you ride them, the more their confidence is going to dwindle.”

Robby just nodded before pulling Ria against him in a hug. One arm went around her shoulders while the other tucked her head against his chest.

“You’re really bending all your rules today aren’t you? First you talk about your feelings appropriately and now this?” Ria had a small, teasing smile on her lips. The pair refrained from any sort of PDA while on the job. One, because not many people knew they were together and they wanted to keep it that way, and two, they were at work and wanted to remain as professional as possible.

“Today is just one of those days I guess.” Ria let out a small giggle and snuggled in closer, breathing in his scent. Robby ran a hand down her ponytail, tugging slightly so she’d move her head to look up at him.

Brown eyes connected with blue. The hand that was in her hair came to rest on her cheek. Robby bent down and placed a small kiss on her forehead, lips moving down until they were millimeters from Ria’s.

“I’m sorry.” It was soft, something meant for just her right now. He’d apologize to the students and other residents at some point but right now, Ria was all that mattered. He needed her to be able to get through this day.

“Thank you” was all she was able to say before Robby pressed their lips together. Ria let out a small sigh, moving her hands from where they had been resting Robby’s back to rest on his chest. Her fingers curled into his hoodie just as Robby pulled back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Does that earn me a good patient satisfaction score?”

Robby laughed and gave her another peck before pulling back completely. He needed to put some space between them before things got out of hand. They were still at work after all.

“Well you didn’t sit by my bedside, but I still felt personally connected.” Ria giggled but lost the chance to respond as the door to the room opened and Dana’s voice rang out.

“Okay lovebirds, times up. We’ve got an incoming hit and run victim coming in. ETA three minutes. Robby, Kraken is due.”

Robby groaned as Ria looked up at him.

“Kraken? Since when do you give him his meds?”

Robby sighed and ran a hand over his very tired face. “Since I mistakenly made a deal with Dana. Can you uh, can you handle that trauma until I get back?”

Ria smiled and nodded. Robby gave her a small nod in response, pressing another quick kiss to her forehead before heading off with Dana.

“You guys okay now?” Dana asked as they made their way over to Kraken’s room. Robby nodded, feeling like at least one of the weights he was baring was off his chest.

“We’re okay. Thanks again for your help. What did you end up saying to her to get her to come over?”

“Told her we had what appeared to be a psych patient who was losing his mind and we needed her to work her magic to calm him down.”

She laughed as Robby just stared at her. “Hey, you said to make it seem real.”

Robby just glared at her as the team got ready to go in and administer the medication. A flash of brown caught his attention. Turning, he saw another team, this one headed by Ria running over to the double doors as their hit and run victim came in.

Robby listened as Ria started shouting orders as they wheeled the patient into trauma one. Their eyes briefly connected, Ria throwing the tiniest, but still noticeable smile his way before the doors closed.

Robby let out a content sigh as he put on his gown and gloves while Dana started giving everyone their jobs. They were gonna be okay.

[gf2bellamy]

hiya! your writing has been so comforting to me- could you write something about spencer helping with your period pains n just being so gentle because I am dying of cramps and back pain n need a Spencer in my life luv u

cramps — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: period cramps a/n: i hope you feel much better soon <33 ( and i hope this helps a bit ) <3 ty for your request

“Did I mention that I hate everything in life?” you groaned loudly, your voice muffled as you flopped onto the couch. Your head landed in Spencer’s lap, and you let out a long, dramatic sigh.

Spencer, who had been quietly reading a book, set the book aside immediately, his hands moving to your hair almost instinctively.

His fingers began to card through the strands. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern. One of his hands drifted down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the soothing sensation of his touch instead of the dull, throbbing pain in your lower abdomen.

“Everything,” you muttered, your tone petulant, like a child.

Spencer didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel his gaze on you, patient and unwavering. After a moment, you cracked one eye open to look at him. He was staring down at you, one eyebrow raised in that way he did when he was waiting for you to stop deflecting and give him a real answer.

“Fine,” you relented, letting out another sigh. “Cramps are killing me,” you mumbled, your hand moving to press against your stomach as if that might somehow ease the ache. “It’s like there’s a tiny gremlin in there, stabbing me repeatedly with a fork.”

Spencer’s lips twitched, and for a moment, it looked like he was trying not to laugh at your small joke. But then his expression softened, and he leaned down slightly, his hand still resting against your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice genuine, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shrugged, your eyes closing again as you leaned into his touch. “You’re already helping,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Just… keep doing what you’re doing. It’s nice.”

Spencer nodded, his fingers resuming their gentle movements through your hair.

After a few minutes of silence, Spencer shifted slightly, his hand moving from your hair to your shoulder. “Wait here,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You opened your eyes just in time to see him carefully slide out from under you, replacing his lap with a cushion to keep you comfortable.

You watched as he disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of cabinets opening and closing, followed by the soft hum of the microwave, filled the apartment. A few minutes later, he returned, holding a steaming mug in one hand and a heating pad in the other.

“Here,” he said, his voice gentle as he handed you the mug. “It’s ginger tea. It should help with the cramps.” He placed the heating pad on your stomach, adjusting it carefully so it wasn’t too hot. “And this should help relax your muscles.”

You blinked up at him, touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, Spence,” you mumbled, your voice soft. You sat up slowly, trying not to let out another loud groan as you shifted on the couch. The heating pad stayed firmly in place on your stomach, its warmth soothing the ache just enough to make moving bearable.

Once upright, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out a small sigh of relief as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

The mug of ginger tea was warm in your hands, and you took a careful sip, smiling when you realized it was the perfect temperature—lukewarm, just cool enough not to burn your tongue but still warm enough to be comforting.

Spencer must have thought of that too, waiting just the right amount of time before bringing it to you. Of course he did. He always thought of everything.

You took another sip and put the mug on your lap, whispering, "Perfect." referring to the tea as well as Spencer.

[majeoeje]

Beating heart

Laios x reader

Just please don’t ever go away

Part 2

“Wake up, hey! Wake up!” Said Laios

You wondered why he was making such a ruckus before you looked down and noticed the ungodly amount of blood that came out from an open wound on your stomach. Out of instinct, you hand reached down to press on the wound to try and stop the bleeding, hissing in pain at the contact

That’s right! you were fighting a monster beforehand… what was it? It was shaped like a horse but it was definitely not a unicorn, let alone a kelpie.. now that you think about it, it looks more like a donkey with the elongated ears..

Before you could recall your memory, your attention finally drifts to Laios. There was a peculiar expression on his face, well it wasn’t something comical like how he usually has, it’s quite different. The slight widening of his eyes, the schrunched up brows and the slightly agape mouth wasn’t something you had ever seen Laios expressed in all your years of friendship.

“You’ll be alright.. just stay still.. Im sure Marcille is on her way!..” he muttered “you’ll be alright..”. He pushed aside some of the hair that sticked to your forehead, perhaps an effort to soothe your pain. Not knowing how long Marcille would take to get here after being separated from you and Laios.

Laios held your bloodied hand, squeezing it tightly that he should while your other stayed still on your wound.

By the tone of his voice you would’ve thought he was saying all these things to assure himself. Was Laios perhaps… Worried?..

You weren’t sure. Sometimes the dim litted candle light can be deceiving, you thought, especially in a dark cave like this. Though you know you needed to do something hearing his endless mutterings

“Calm down, Laios” you said, your voice rendering weaker than you assumed. As you tried to sit more comfortably on the rough surface of the cave

“Why don’t you try that healing spell that Marcille taught you?”

“I’m not sure.. i had healed a scratch sure, but this is something entirely different…”

You opened your mouth to say something encouraging, but the blood that you coughed up instead surely wasn’t helping the situation.

“Gah-Ahh!!” He yelled, you found it ironic how he was the one screaming.

“I’m fine dude you..can do it! No pressure..” You said, weakly pointing a thumbs up.

Your ass is far from fine. And Laios wasn’t stupid enough to not notice.

Despite the growing worry that seeps into his mind. But he was determined to help as always, knowing him.

“Okay.. i’ll try”

You let go of your wound, it seems that the blood that seeps out has slowed down faster than you think. With that thought in mind, you guided both his hand to your stomach, squeezing it ever so slightly.

“Alright, just recite the incantation. I can take it!” You said enthusiastically before gritting your teeth, prepared for a god awful amount of pain that comes in healing magic.

He nodded before he starts reciting the incantation that Marcille had worked so hard in teaching.

And painful the spell it was, as you screamed understandably loudly feeling as if you got stabbed once again with no adrenaline helping you in slightly easing your pain. You held onto Laios’ armor the whole time, not wanting to hurt him while he was trying so hard to focus.

After a while, the pain eventually subsided, being replaced by an unbearable itch.

“I need to sit down” said Laios, feeling a dreadful Mana sickness coming his way

You instinctively pat the spot next to you, an odd habit that didn’t take long for your party members to notice. You guessed you just liked to be seated next to him. Well Laios never complained, even now as he obediently sat himself next to you.

“You did well, Good job Laios” it was evident from the closed wound on your stomach that Laios was starting to get the hang out of magic, it would be a lie to say it didn’t fill you with a sort of pride.

Not long after that sense of pride washed away though was when you noticed how awfully quiet Laios had been. You were worried yes but the cling that he has on your arm was what convinced you he was alright. At least he will be once you gave him a moment. Mana sickness surely is a pain, you thought feeling him shift in his seat to lean against you, muttering something incoherent.

“I’m hearing footsteps coming, i’m sure it’s Marcille, we’ll be alright Laios” you said, before Marcille appeared as if on cue

“There they are!!” She yelled, senshi and chilchuck immediately rushed to help you, while Izutsumi scanned the area for monsters.

You were so relieved they had found you and Laios that you didn’t mind the earnest scolding Chil and Marcille was already spouting to you. Maybe it didn’t help the fact that you smiled through the whole thing, well you were just happy to see them!

The rest of the night went smoothly though, your party had found a spot to rest for the night, and a running water. Aside from that, Laios was recovering on his sleeping bag, trying to endure his headache. You didn’t miss the amount of increased staring on his part though, making you wonder what was going on inside his mind.

But you try not to pay attention, as you focused intently on your night watch.

Hours passed, your eyelids were getting heavier to stay open

“You can go to sleep, i can take over from here” said Laios, you could see him a little clearly now that his features were illuminated with Marcille’s light spell

“Laios, it’s not your turn yet” you yawned, noting how you still have an hour left to your night watch

You look around seeing your sound asleep party, the growing love for them that you gradually succumb to was undeniable.

“I know but you just got healed, you should rest more”

“Well YOU healed me and i know there’s still some remnants of mana sickness in your head” you playfully argued

“Just let me do this for you.”

he said, you were taken aback with how desperate he sounded, it was rather emotional. It was by then that you realized this wasn’t just about the night watch

“Laios..”

He looked away.

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

You knew something was up, the growing silence that ensued was nothing but a sure evidence of his troubles.

“Tell me what’s wrong, i’m always here for you” you assured, running circles along his back.

He finally turned to face you. You never knew the golden hues of his eyes could glow in such a solemn way until now.

“What if one day, you’re not?”

The question seem to weigh less to you than it did to Laios.

“Huh?” You were confused, was it because of your accident just a moment ago? He knew that wounds and death didn’t have a severe of an impact as it did in the surface, yet the calm collected Laios could not be more worried in seeing you like that.

“What if by some chance i couldn’t heal you… or even worse you die-“ the sudden pick up of his breath was making you worry. It wasn’t long before he started to hyperventilate.

“Laios-“

“I can’t perform a resurrection spell!… i can barely heal your wound…”

“Laios!!” You whispered yell as you smacked him across the face, his hurt expression could be read clearly as ‘what was that for?’ Despite your burning desire to yell at him, you didn’t want to wake the other up with Laios sharing the intention

“You need to calm down..” you held him by the shoulder “i’m alright and i will continue to be”

He looked at you

His heart was filled with so much doubt. It’s not like he was unsure in your strength, rather… it was doubt that he could even bear that sight once more. The thought of you in so much pain was sure to haunt his soul than you would ever know.

You took his hand in yours, placing it on where your heart would be. He could feel the vivid heartbeat on the palm of his hand, the continuous beat of the pumping organ was steady, paired with the slow rise and fall of your ribcage, a concrete evidence that you were here, alive, and breathing.

“I’m here”

You didn’t know if it would work but the steady drums of your heart slowly brought him a peace of mind.

His breath eventually went back to normal, which brings you a sigh of relief

He lets go, opting to shift himself closer to place his ear on your chest, he wanted to hear it clearly, closer.. closer to you. The sudden contact startled you as your arm fell to a stiff not knowing where place it.

“Your heart rate is picking up” he stated as a matter of factly. As of this moment, you didn’t curse his density to took notice in your behaviour.

“Yeah” you coughed rather abruptly, trying to calm the flush on your cheeks. You were just relieved your party wasn’t awake to see you so embarassed.

You gulped down your hesitance, your hands eventually finding it’s way to rest on his back, before opting to play with Laios’ soft locks as an attempt to distract your mind. You reminiced on the times where he would pay no mind of his appearance thinking it was a hassle, those were definitely not a good phase he went through, but sometimes you did miss his long outgrown hair after he freshly washed it.

you smiled remembering how he lets you braid small parts of his blonde hair as a fragrant scent of mint shampoo would emit from his scalp.

Though you do like his more kept style now, Falin worked hard to learn how to trim his hair after all.

Your train of thoughts soon was cut short when you felt the hold Laios had on you tightening.

“Don’t go. Please don’t ever go away.” He said, repeating his swallowed words from earlier, his voice had found its way to be louder now that he’s calmed down, different from back when he healed you.

You felt guilty to say that your heart swelled in content hearing that. There’s something so incredibly precious to have someone care for you to so much extent that they would feel this way, you were lucky to know you wouldn’t forget that feeling as long as you were with Laios.

“I wouldn’t dream of it”

You hugged him,feeling the tightening grip that he has on your blouse, he groaned slightly feeling the warm embrace, though you kept it short, not wanting to suffocate him.

You and Laios weren’t always together . But even so, the unseperated bond that you had over the years was something that he treasure above all else.

Though sometimes he would dwell on the different path you could’ve chosen. What would happen if you were to accept your betrothal, and get married in that small village? What would happen if his father never kicked him out the house? What would happen if he stayed in the military? What if you never went into that ship alongside him?

Sometimes he could still pick up the smell of ocean in his nose when he recall that fated day. He never thought he could miss someone as much as he did you. A fated reunion, as Falin would say, before he would always brush it off and say it was just some coincidence.

He has only a vague idea of what the future will held once Falin is saved, but truly, he knew he couldn’t imagine a future where he wasn’t with you.

“What type of monster that doesn’t have a heart? Can you tell me about that?” You said, drawing incoherent shapes on his back with your fingers

Well, that surely he could do.

[waldau]

I cant insert a photo here on your ask but it goes something like

"Do whatever you want!!!" X said out of anger then character Y kissed him gently. "You said do whatever i want, right?"

whatever — choi seungcheol | 1,821 words | hurt/comfort, fluff

this prompt was really cute!!!

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader is stressed out? and in need of a hug?

you love the sounds that make the house you share with seungcheol your home.

you love hearing the door creak when you open it at that specific angle. you love the sound of the clock ticking in the living room that seungcheol himself picked out. you love the sound of him walking on the wooden floor of your house, the sound of his glass when it clinks against the marble of the kitchen island, the birds chirping in the evening when you take out time to just relax against him and watch the sun set, and the sound of his quiet snores when he insists he wants to watch you watch your favourite shows, only to end up falling asleep.

there’s none of that here, in this moment.

you take off your shoes and kick them to the side, not bothering to open the cabinet to put them inside because the doors make a particularly loud sound when they snap shut, and you don’t want to risk waking seungcheol up again.

it’s been an odd couple of weeks, with you staying out late because of more work and seungcheol staying in because his workload has been relatively less for the beginning of the new year. him being at home would’ve made you happy if you didn’t have to apologize for cancelling and rescheduling dates, or for being left with energy enough only for a bath and a quick dinner, movie plus cuddling sessions replaced by cuddling in your sleep. if you were lucky to get back home in time, that is.

you stop and listen for a few moments. there’s no sound to be heard. the door to your bedroom is shut, which means that seungcheol must have already gone to sleep.

a little pang of hurt stabs your heart. it’s not like you want him to keep late hours for you, but you’re not exactly doing well in these trying times, and you’d really love to have his voice wash out your worries.

a resounding bang from the kitchen startles you. before you can even think of the worst possible scenario that could’ve just transpired, seungcheol walks out of the kitchen, a rolling pin in one hand and some flour on his hair and his rolled up sleeves. the literal definition of a hot mess.

“hey, baby,” he says, eyes widening when he sees you. “i was expecting you to be back in an hour or two.”

so it’s that bad, huh? it’s become normal for him to expect you to come back even later? you focus on the stains on his clothes instead, and the rolling pin that seems so out of place in his hand. “what exactly are you doing?”

“nothing! well, nothing much. yet. maybe you should stay out of here for a while.”

one thing about seungcheol is that he never keeps secrets. he can’t tell you a white lie to save his life, much less a black lie. “cheol,” you say, frowning, “both of us know you don’t even cook. are you baking? and why’s there flour in your hair?”

“sieving accident,” he mumbles, so quiet that you almost don’t catch it.

“should i be afraid?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose. you feel like your tears are a short distance away, and you really, really hope he’s done nothing more. something tells you that isn’t it, however.

“not really!” says seungcheol, but you can read him like glass at this point. the little nervous laugh and the way his nose twitches when he tries spinning facts makes you dread what you’re going to find inside. “maybe you should have a nice bath before you sleep? did you have dinner yet?”

you try to move past him into the kitchen but he blocks the entrance with his broad frame. the one time this isn’t sexy.

“cheol, let me in.”

“not until you tell me the password.”

“there’s a password now? what, something like choi seungcheol is the best?”

he giggles. “close.”

you sigh. “cheol, i’m really not in the mood to play games right now. please tell me what’s going on in there?”

he tries pulling that face, the one with the puppy eyes, where he looks at you so pleadingly that you’re generally ready to fold and do whatever he asks of you, but right now it just doesn’t work on you. the more evasive he is, the more worried you get. before he can react, you duck under his outstretched arms and into the kitchen.

rather, into the mess he’s made of the kitchen.

you’ve heard stories about junhui trying to bake. they sounded absolutely hilarious, and you’ve always wondered how he could mess up so bad that he managed to land waffle batter on the ceiling. especially when he didn’t even own a ladder to try and clean it.

it’s not funny when it’s your house that has some batter on the walls. at least it’s not the ceiling, you think, a bit hysterical, until you see flour on the…everywhere. it’s just everywhere. the counter, near the sink, in front of the oven like it’s a modern day trail of breadcrumbs that hansel and gretel would’ve followed. there’s also baking supplies scattered all over, an extremely huge sheet of baking paper lining a tray that’s sitting next to a bunch of bowls.

it’s a mess, to say the least.

“i’m sorry,” seungcheol says, gently turning you away from the sight of it. he winces when he sees your face. you don’t even know what your face looks like. all you know is that you’re tired, that you need a break, and that the last thing you would have liked to see today was your boyfriend’s face while he was peacefully asleep, and not…this.

you shake your head but no words come out.

“i’m sorry,” seungcheol repeats, setting the rolling pin down on the counter. a comical little cloud of flour rises and settles. what kind of accident even was that? “i was just…trying to bake.”

“cheol, you didn’t even know why we use baking soda till last week!”

“hey!” he says, defensive. “i asked you so i could learn. and i know this isn’t great, but—” his words dry up when he notices where your gaze lies — on the batch of cookies that are burned beyond belief.

you can’t believe your eyes, either. you’re not the biggest baker in the world, but you’ve never burned anything you’ve baked. especially not in your first attempt. maybe you’d have given up the courage to bake again if that had happened, but seungcheol clearly isn’t that bothered by it.

you don’t know if it’s because of how pitiful they look, or how long your day has been, but you feel a lump rise in your throat.

“you never even do this,” you whisper, only focusing on his face and not the mess around you. “why did you think you had to do this today?”

“am i not allowed to try things if i want to?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“it’s not that, cheol,” you say, trying to be as reasonable as possible. “i’d ask you for some help before trying something i’ve never done before. you never, ever do this. only when i ask you to help me. why today?”

“because i wanted to,” he says, almost flippant. “i’ll clean it up before you know it.”

but it’s not about the mess. it’s not about the burnt cookies. it’s not about the way he tried to block you from seeing the state of the kitchen. it’s the finality in his tone. it’s the fact that it’s not a big deal to him because he hasn’t had the day you’ve had.

seungcheol’s eyes widen when he sees your lips tremble. “are you seriously mad at me? for baking?”

“do whatever you want,” you hiss, tired and angry, feeling a single tear slide down your cheek. “i shouldn’t have looked inside.” you turn to walk away before it becomes a full fledged cascade of tears, but you don’t go far because of the hand holding on to your wrist.

“stop,” he says, holding you strong enough that it becomes futile to try and escape.

“let me go, seungcheol,” you say, avoiding his face.

“oh, no,” he breathes out, and the next thing you know is that your face is cradled in his hands and there’s a warm kiss pressed to your forehead. and your nose. and your lips. and it keeps repeating till you push him away, your face in his hands. you can feel the ugly emotions inside you ebbing away slowly, reducing to small embers that prickle the slightest bit.

“what are you doing?” you ask weakly.

“you said do whatever i want, right?” he asks, a smile on his face.

that gets you to break, for some reason. you would’ve forgiven him even if he’d gotten batter on the ceiling, because this — the sight of seungcheol with flour in his otherwise perfect hair, wearing an old shirt and beaming at you even though you’ve snapped at him — kills even those small embers.

you press your face to his chest and let the tears out silently.

seungcheol rubs your back. “hey,” he says softly. “let it out, okay? and i’m sorry about the mess. i meant it when i said i’ll clean—”

“it’s not that,” you whisper. “just…hold me?”

seungcheol complies, and you find yourself swaying in his hold in the silence of your house.

“want to talk to me about it?” he offers when you pull away, feeling slightly better. “i’m—”

“stop apologizing to me, cheol,” you say, laughing a little wetly. “it’s not the kitchen. i’ve just…i’ve been missing you like crazy and i miss just being with you without doing anything. i hate coming home late and seeing you asleep by yourself in our bed. i want…i want things to go back to the way they were.”

“so, a bad week?”

“more than one.”

“but you have me here at the end of every single day, right?” seungcheol says, pushing up the corners of your lips to make you smile. you do smile, but it’s because of the cute grin he has on his face. “we’ll get through it before you know it.”

you sigh. “it sounds good when you say it like that.”

“because i mean it. also, one more thing.”

“yeah?”

“please don’t ever call me by my whole name again.”

“only if you mess up the kitchen that bad again.”

“hey!”

“also, why were you baking in the first place?”

“because i wanted to cheer you up,” he says, sheepish, and you want to do nothing more than hold his face and kiss him silly.

“you’re an idiot, baby,” you say, cradling his face in your hands. “but you’re my idiot. and i love you.”

seungcheol’s blushing face is quite possibly enough to get you through tomorrow.

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[whenmemorydies]

Adolescence should be watched in its entirety due to the call backs and technical format chosen for portraying this particular aspect of a misogynist hate crime (i.e. from the vantage of the perpetrator and the culture that perpetrator has grown up in). But the final episode of the show was my favourite for a few reasons, chief among them being the analysis of the role family played in making Jamie.

If you haven't already, read @thatsmybook's excellent meta here which gets into this as well.

The below is by no means an exhaustive look at the echoes across Jamie and his father Eddie's behaviour but just a few examples I noticed. I'm sure you'd be able to do similar comparisons between episode 3 (as the reference for Jamie's behaviour/personality) against episode 1 (the over-resourced police force, the institutionalisation of punishment and violence and its entitlement to the human bodies that churn through the criminal justice system) and against episode 2 (the under-resourced British public education system, the socialisation of boys with one another, Andrew T8 and his ilk etc).

But for now, lets just focus on how misogyny, control and violence show up in our homes, even in the most innocuous of ways. Needless to say, spoilers for Adolescence below:

Above left: Instead of having a difficult conversation, Eddie tells Manda what to do (ep 4); above right: Likewise, when challenged, Jamie attempts to assert control by telling Briony what to do (ep 3)

Above left: Eddie is dysregulated and demands that everyone in the house drop what they're doing to go to the hardware store with him - controlling the movement of his family to "get the day back" and attempt to self-regulate (ep 4); above right: after his outburst, throwing his hot chocolate and causing Briony to leave the interview room as a circuit-breaker, Jamie attempts to regulate himself by controlling her movements (ep 3)

Above left: Eddie threatens a high schooler with violence when he believes he's being mocked (ep 4); above right: Student Adam tells his father DI Bascombe that murder victim Katie had been mocking Jamie prior to the latter stabbing her to death (ep 2)

Above left: Manda consoles Eddie when the latter reflects on whether their actions as parents contributed to Jamie's crime (ep 4); above right: Jamie, having grown up in a home - indeed a culture - where women constantly have to gauge and pacify the dysregulated men around them, calls out Briony for not following that script and appeasing him (ep 3)

Above left: Manda concedes to Eddie's demand that she and Lisa go with him to the hardware store, to keep him from further spiralling (ep 4); above center: Lisa follows her mother's lead and dresses up for her father's birthday, offers to set the table, is doing what she can to keep Eddie calm (ep 4); above right: Even when Eddie offers to help with setting the table for his birthday breakfast, Manda insists that she and Lisa will manage it all (ep 4)

So when Eddie asks, how did he and Manda make their daughter, Lisa, his wife's reply is really the truth of the entire show:

The same way we made him.

The internet, for the most part, is a shit hole but it doesn't exist in a vacuum. Jamie and Lisa were raised in an environment by two loving parents, yes, but two parents who were replicating gendered roles and divisions of labour in their home life. Their kids are also growing up in a globalised culture, dominated by the West, that devalues women and femme folks and saddles them with the bulk of all care work (paid and unpaid). Conversely, men and boys are given greater access to economic power but are socially and culturally policed when it comes to accessing their emotions. To do so risks them being equated with women and femme folks and incurring penalties as a result. And so gender gets performed and the performers end up cutting off parts of themselves in the process. This is all inevitably complicated by other factors such as race, class, ability and sexuality.

Its why Manda and Eddie raised Lisa to be able to articulate her emotions and observe the emotions of others empathetically (recall her conversation with her mother in ep 4) and have also raised Jamie with a focus on toughness at the cost of his emotions and creativity (recall both Jamie and Eddie's recounting of how ashamed Eddie was at his son's poor performance in football in eps 3 and 4, recall Manda and Eddie remembering Jamie's talent for art and the absence of any discussion of whether they encouraged that talent, in ep 4).

All of this is to say that while the show has been popularly taken up as a critique of the "manosphere" and its dangerous potential for radicalising boys and men, it also more hopefully serves as a reminder that that kind of a doctrine cannot take hold unless it has something to latch onto in the first place.

Like the show says in ep 4, this shit needs a proper bass base line to sink its teeth into. So let’s lift the base line and raise our kids, regardless of their gender, as the whole human beings that they are.

[sitp-recs]

Hello! I saw your last rec for Draco being whipped for Harry. Would you have any recs for the reverse situation? Harry being absolutely smitten for Draco. I love when it's mostly from Harry POV and Draco is driving him mad. Does anything come to mind? Thank you for your lovely recs and your presence in the fandom, it's a blessing! 💜

Yes of course! I feel like I did quite a few lists for pining Harry so this one will focus on smitten Harry told from his own pov. I tried to mix old favorites with fics I don’t see recced often. I’d highly recommend checking @tackytigerfic, @bixgirl1 and ignatiustrout as they all explore this trope so beautifully!

Take A Stab At It by @sorrybutblog (E, 3k)

It’s a bit pathetic, Harry knows, to have a hard-on for the guy who bullied you in school. Kind of cliché to look back on years of obsession and hatred and think, Oh.

Hourglass Heart by bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)

Draco's a father, Harry's in love with him, and it's really hard to take things slow.

The Things They Never Say by bixgirl1 (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (M, 9k)

Some things, you need to learn on the job.

i wake up falling, orphaned (M, 9k)

Draco’s always leaving, one way or another. Harry’s usually 240 thousand miles too late.

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (M, 12k)

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.

Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

White as Snow by bixgirl1 (E, 19k)

After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup — and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by @wellhalesbells (T, 21k)

Harry finds something he’s been looking for since the war’s end. Admittedly, the packaging’s a bit odder than he expected.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too.

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait?

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

[gwandas]

Nesta saying Cassian is good and that’s why she doesn’t deserve him… What is she even talking about? Literally what has he done throughout this series for her to think so highly of him?

Him wiping away her tears and promising to protect her and her people in ACOMAF? Empty words seeing as how he and the rest of the IC abandon her and Elain to get kidnapped and tossed in the Cauldron. Like one of y’all couldn’t guard them? And then they all have the audacity to hate her for being angry about it.

Threatening to kill Tomas? More empty words, why does he deserve points for merely offering to off some guy? Especially when she didn’t even want him to do that…?

Fight in a war? That’s just him doing his job baby! I didn’t know everyone that’s ever fought in a war was automatically a good person!

The little speech everyone sucks his dick over in ACOWAR? That was HER fucking moment and it pisses me off every day that he is the focus of it. He wouldn’t even have been in a position to say those words to her if SHE hadn’t offered sacrifice herself in the first place.

He saved her in the library in ACOWAR I guess? He stabbed himself instead of her while under Briallyn’s control but I’m still not moved considering he knew he’d be FINE because of his armor. He defends her a few times to his family, sure, but none of those times were as powerful as when she defended him during the High Lord meeting in ACOWAR or against Eris in ACOSF.

So… all this to say he has not done enough for her to deserve the way she sees him. What’s worse is that when she tells him that:

“You are good, Cassian. And you are brave, and brilliant, and kind. I could kill anyone who has ever made you feel less than that—less than what you are. And I know I’m a part of that group, and I hate it… You are everything I have never been, and will never be good enough for. Your friends know it, and I have carried it around with me all this time—that I do not deserve you.”

The fury slid from his face.

He says NOTHING to contradict the idea that SHE is the one who doesn’t deserve HIM. He would LITERALLY be DEAD if not for her while she’s lucky that she ISN’T dead despite everything that’s happened. Instead, he’s no longer angry because he’s finally getting what he wants—all that matters is that he can use that self-hatred to get her to work as hard as she can to finally “deserve” his love.

[aayakashii]

Ok this is going to be such a word vomit inspired by a movie I like, and in consequence, Haku being put into situations. I'm so sorry Haku stans I am torturing your pretty boy rn (I am in fact. Not that sorry.)

Tw: screenshots and gifs from a horror movie so there's some explicit fake blood, insane behavior, violence, yandere stuff, sexual content, kidnapping, holy shit that's so many warnings. MDNI!!!!!!!

Anyway. Onto the insanity:

Ok so there's this horror movie *twirling my hair in my fingers* called The Loved Ones, in which the base premise is that a girl kidnaps the boy that she likes after he rejects her invitation to prom and basically tortures him in a twisted version of prom she forces her dad to create in their house

And well there's more to it BUT LISTEN TO ME. HOLDING YOUR HAND RN FOLLOW ME.

Yandere MC/reader kidnapping Haku after she saw him flirting with another girl at campus. ✋️😐🤚 I Know I KNOWWW LISTENNN

You create a whole fucked up version of "your couple bedroom" in the cathedral, with two old single beds right next to each other and a dusty yellowed duvet on top of it; ancient furniture with countless flowers on top of them, some of them clearly anomalous flowers that Should Not be anywhere near a ghoul, much less a human; and finally: Haku tied up on an old creaky chair that groans with his every movement, wearing an unknown and way-too-big suit that you just found abandoned in a closet.

He wakes up from whatever you used to knock him out and you're perched on his lap like this, while wearing a tattered, long, white dress:

Caressing his hair and his damp forehead, giving him little kisses on his temple while you coo at him, saying good morning and immediately straddling his thigh as soon as you notice his eyes are open.

Instead of screaming, being confused or having any reaction at all, he just. Stares at you. Taking in the fact that you're unconsciously griding yourself against his thigh, the ropes tied painfully tight on his wrists and ankles and all the fucking dust that surrounds you two, which tickles his nose.

He just asks in a purr (because at this point he just can't not purr once he sees you, like a good pavloved dog) "what do you think you're doing, princess?" with a tilt of his head.

And you, absolutely insane and out of your mind, explain to him that you had such a great idea and now he can just focus on you! Because, you see, you know that having sooo many girls vying for his attention must be sooo tiring when he already has his Wife, which is the only woman he truly cares about obviously, so you just decided to skip some steps and create the perfect little home for the both of you. It needs a little bit of repair, true, but nothing a little tender loving care won't do <3

"Wife?" he quirks a brow.

"Me, of course." You giggle, rolling his tie around your finger. "Isn't it obvious, you silly? I'm yours" you whisper on his ear and he unintentionally shivers. "You don't need anyone else. Duh." you rub your nose against his and pinch his cheeks, giving his head a little shake and making those noises that someone does when they have cuteness aggression.

Haku looks to the side and sees all the paraphernalia you collected to make sure he doesn't try to contest your words. Some hammers, knives, nails and a fucking portable drill.

But he's a ghoul, you know. He can just rip those ropes apart and shove you out of the way. Even if you tried to stab him, he'd probably recover in a day or two.

Maybe you forgot that detail because you're INSANE and you're literally dry humping his leg right now and moaning with wanton abandon while you stare at him and rub your clit against the fabric of his pants – wedding dress shuffling loudly as your hips move back and forth. Your pupils are absolutely blown out, drool pools out of the corners of your mouth, and a little smile tugs your lips upwards once you notice he saw the weapons.

A normal man maybe would be terrified of being kidnapped, but the gods above know that Haku isn't a normal man. He is so into you being insane for him, you have absolutely no idea. Just wiggle a little bit to the side and you'll see how rock hard he is in his pants. Actually, yes, please do that. He deserves a prize for being a good boy and letting himself be stolen away by you and his cock is already leaking so just. Ugh. Grind ON HIM properly, you know?? Come on, princess.

Or maybe he can try to protest a little bit just to see if you'll carve a little heart on his chest with both of your initials like this :((((

And take a picture of it so he can carry it around on his wallet too <3 you can trust him, he'll never ever talk to any other girl. He's your good boy, he promises.

@pinkaditty I would love to hear ur thoughts on this..........

[theotherbuckley]

Love your page! Do you take fic requests? Really wanting an angsty fic where Tommy is hurt and an ignorant hospital worker tries to keep Buck from seeing him.

Thank you for the kind words anon💜 here's the fic:

i thought it would be me

bucktommy | 3.7K | T

Buck really thought he would be the one to get hurt first. He’s pretty sure the universe is out to get him, and he’s had a near-death experience every other year, so he really expected he’d be the one in the hospital.

He should have known his bad luck would lead to Tommy being in that position instead—because that hurts more.

Getting a call at three AM is far less unusual than it should be, and yet, it still doesn’t prevent his heart from working overtime, pounding in his ears as he reaches to grab his phone from the nightstand.

He’d thought Tommy would be home by now.

Buck’s at his place, in his bed, wrapped in his sheet because they had plans tomorrow, and Tommy had told him to just spend the night, that way they could wake up together.

They’ve been dating for a little over four months now—and Buck has his key.

He still can’t believe it. It makes him feel a little giddy every time he remembers—he has to take his keys out of his pocket every time just to stare at them and smile.

With Tommy, everything feels so right. It’s not weird that he’s in Tommy’s bed because it’s just normal. He loves how Tommy enters the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Buck wakes up anyway. He loves the way Tommy creeps into bed and hugs Buck to his chest. It’s always the best sleep he ever has.

Except tonight, as it’s three AM, and Tommy’s shift was supposed to finish at twelve, and Buck’s alone, in a bed that suddenly feels all too big and much too cold.

His phone is still ringing in his palm.

His hand shakes because he knows what they’re going to tell him, but he wants to delay the inevitable for as long as he can.

It feels like an hour has passed when Buck finally accepts the call. He doesn’t even manage to let out a shaky “hello” before there’s yelling on the other end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” Smith’s voice practically growls through the phone.

He’s confused, but the ringing in his ears doesn’t let up. Smith is one of Tommy’s coworkers. He seems like a cool guy, not that Buck’s spent much time around him. Tommy tells him that he’s one of the best, the first person at harbour to really make Tommy feel like he could be himself.

“Uh…” Buck says eloquently, his voice breaking through layers of sleep.

“I told the hospital to call you three hours ago, so where the hell are you?” Smith seethes.

The word “hospital” stabs through Buck’s chest like a knife.

The ringing in his ears reaches its peak until the only thing Buck can hear is “hospital” over and over and over again.

It’s like tunnel vision in his brain—he can’t hear Smith still speaking through the line—can’t think—can’t blink—can’t breathe.

His breaths are too shallow. He tries to ask Smith what he’s talking about, but only a pained whimper leaves his throat.

He closes his eyes, tries to focus on the tinny voice coming from his phone. Then, patting his lips together, he forces his mouth to work, and says, “What—what happened?”

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[theboytatu]

no because you're so right. i mean not even suho is anticipating the anniversary (he's not even in sk...) and the day's just around the corner 😭 just like ksoo said back in january, they aren't going to have any activities as a group this year, so yeah they're fine ignoring the fact that they're part of a kpop group and focusing on their own projects. that's FINE and NORMAL, and i hope they're having fun and feel satisfied with their achievements etc etc. but idk... it's not the case but i just feel like we've truly reached a point in which almost none of them gaf about exo the group anymore/feel tired about it all. or maybe they feel bigger than the group (sorry if i'm not explaining myself that well) even though obviously they won't say it if that's the case, when let's be real most of them are not anymore LMAO. sorry if this sounds mean, i'm not trying to be rude and i'm not asking for them to be #bonded brothers got7 style all of a sudden, but can we at least try and beat the barely coworkers allegations a little bit harder :) and can we recognize that just because we might vibe with our new boss or whatever he's not necessarily a good businessman and that it might be in our best interest to be willing to participate in any future activities taking place in china if proposed despite not liking our former agency :) anyways i'll be happy if we even get a badly photoshopped group pic no matter what happens we are one 👉🏼

alright. i'm gonna answer this once and not again. i hope you understand it's exhausting for me to rehash this every two weeks but i guess i haven't put my full thoughts on paper addressing this whole mess. DISCLAIMER FOR A LONG ASS ESSAY

not to be incredibly weareonepilled but i don't think they're any less close than they have ever been. bonded brothers? exo have been (trauma)bonded for years now and they keep proving it. the comparison with got7 misses the point imo because their situations could not be any more different. like okay. you do know at this point any one of the exo members could have called it quits and focus on a very lucrative solo career right?

kyungsoo could act for the rest of his life and put out little acoustic songs on his own and be alright. SM is gonna keep giving kai solo comebacks every 9 months regardless of what he does with exo. junmyeon is literally in a place where he could move permanently to LA and fund his own acting career in indie movies. chanyeol could fuck around in his studio upload covers to soundcloud and get a few acting gigs in kdramas for years. and god knows jongdae could invest all the money he made off of years breaking his back with exo, tell all korean antis to fuck off forever and retire with his family to see his daughters grow up.

and baekhyun? baekhyun could have left the group the first time around he was in contract negotiations with SM. he had another chance to leave them all behind when they gave him the rights to his solo career management. he didn't. sure - he's still making it incredibly difficult for exo to continue activities normally - but the root cause of this conflict is that baekhyun does NOT want to leave exo. he wants to keep being in the group while being allowed to put out projects and promote the way he wants to. and SM is not allowing that.

he made a bad business deal with his own company that of course backfired because SM will stab you in the back the moment they have a chance... but objectively, if baekhyun wanted to he could simply go on with inb100 as his main company, stop trying to fight for the contractual obligations that make him give 10% of his earnings to SM and instead pay the penalty fees to terminate the contract he signed last time he was renegotiating with SM. break it off cleanly, for once.

but he hasn't. because terminating that contract (while also probably incredibly expensive at a moment baekhyun is almost certainly suffering from liquidity issues) means forfeiting any rights he has to be part of exo. terminating that contract means terminating the relationship with SM in all areas - individual and group activities. SM knows that. they purposefully included that in the new contract because they needed to keep baekhyun in a leash somehow. and SM knows that, when push comes to shove, every single member of exo will put exo first. at this point, exo group activities are the carrot and their contracts are the stick.

we already know that most of the kpop industry is built on slave contracts and unfair clauses that put the company in a vantage point - securing their financial power over the idols that make them rich in the first place. the situation with groups like newjeans, loona, and fiftyfifty has shed a light on that recently. granted - 30+ year old men that have already made their own fortune are not as disadvantaged as these examples, but the principle remains the same.

and well. SM is insidiously good at playing the contract game, and have been for decades. other companies aren't nearly as cutthroat when it comes to these negotiations. case in point, jyp allowed got7 to walk away with their trademark name and IP. that can happen when you lawyer up and study the fine print (which is what jaebeom did and all respect to him and his group for that) but the company has to be WILLING to meet those terms in the first place. SM will never, ever, in a thousand years, allow EXO or any other group for that matter to be the owners of their own brand. SM is built on this: the company always has to be the stronger brand. no group and no idol can be above that.

the only way EXO can keep being EXO is as a group under SM entertainment. and the members know that. and that is the reason that after all these years, and after all the disrespect, and after all the mistreatment and the impatience and the pressure from the fandom, they still keep going back to the hand that slaps them. they keep trying to make this work solely because they love being a part of EXO.

because i fully believe they have been brothers and will continue to be brothers for probably the rest of their lives. it's just incredibly hard to remember this when the entire situation keeps looking like all the odds are stacked against them. but i will never doubt them. i will never doubt their bond - friends can have disagreements and fight and then make up. that's literally life. but everything they have shown me so far is that they are ride or die for each other, even when life gets in the way.

[zahri-melitor]

I know you've all been waiting for this one: Sum of Our Parts (yes I finally got to Meghan Fitzmartin).

The very first thing I'll say: yeah, I see why DC commissioned more stuff from her after getting this and seeing the response. It's a solid opening showing her ability to write Tim.

There were a lot of moving parts that needed to be re-established and tidied up in this story, and I can see the list being worked through:-

Name: being very clear Tim is currently Robin, because since Tynion's 'Tec run ended, his name and costume have been varying by who is writing him with very little consistency.

Tim not going to university: this probably did need a push back on, because Tynion just waved the door open on that again during Joker War.

The fact that Tim and Steph are broken up (sort of essential for the plot being told)

Playing with the themes of moving on from Robin (but in this case using it as a frame to actually be the bait and switch that it's coming out instead)

Bernard is clearly an OC from the ground up who shares a name and hair colour with his previous existence. Which, look, Bernard was a pretty thin character with basically two personality traits (conspiracy theorist/trying really hard to project cool), and it is of course fairly arguable that Bernard was projecting a front at 16 that he no longer needs now he's accepted his identity. But it would be nice to have that conveyed in the text, rather than something you infer to try and connect two characters who are otherwise unalike. Especially given how much of the story is Tim reflecting on himself.

Even a line or two more about how he doesn't feel the need for a front anymore to line up with Tim having revelations. "Tell Tim Drake...he helped me realise my true self. Who I am" is nice enough but it could still use some more acknowledgement of how that changed his personality. It's just this nice parallel that could have helped develop the themes more securely. There's a bunch of possible implications you can read into the story (particularly in terms of how the Dowd parents really ARE characterised lightly as Fanon Drakes, between the polite fronts and implications that Bernard was previously abused at home in this) and this is one of the things that while I don't mind how much of this story Fitzmartin was telling via implication, a few more concrete things confirmed would have helped.

If I were going to make a solid stab of a guess at what sections of Robin Fitzmartin liked/reread in the lead into writing this, I honestly think it was Fabian Nicieza's Robin run (and probably parts of Red Robin). It's just...a lot of the characterisation has some very similar notes to it. Tim's got the same sort of smug confident edge to his internal commentary, the ways his skills are portrayed, and Detective Williams even reminds me quite a bit of Officer Jamie Harper. (I don't think she actually looked back over Willingham).

It's also very much a coming out story, and I do appreciate in that Fitzmartin does try to be delicate about it and doesn't whack you over the head with the bluntest lines possible (I just suffered through that in Infinite Frontier #0 with Alan Scott and good god did I cringe the entire way through the 'yes while you are my biological children and I have indeed been married. to women. I am gay. Listen to me come out.'), the amount of implied themes she levels through it is still substantial. It could have used slightly more focus on the actual underlying mystery.

I can also see the start of the situation where the story needs to decide whether Bernard Knows or Doesn't Know. Because both states would allow for situations with a lot of drama (and potentially identity shenanigans which are the best shenanigans), but just having it as sort of vacillating in the middle as something that doesn't need to be investigated? It's leaving a lot of potential storytelling on the floor that could instead be used to send Tim through the wringer. (Also Tim wow half of that cult probably could have figured out your identity, you weren't subtle)

Look, I don't think this story contained the greatest Barbara Gordon characterisation ever written, but it was within the bounds of overly-interfering, self-righteous and pushy Babs, which is something that does pop up at times. It felt in conversation with her characterisation in Batgirl 2009, and while I don't LIKE the way Babs is written in it, especially in regards to Steph, it makes sense in terms of the direction DC was pivoting at this point in terms of leading into the whole Batgirls title.

Fitzmartin was also clearly using Steph characterisation from very late Robin/BFTC/start of Red Robin, when they were fighting, in terms of how she's trying to have Steph needle at Tim's sore points, and set up a dichotomy of 'Steph has it together/Tim does not'.

And yes, Belén Ortega's art is very, VERY pretty.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

The newspaper — the South Sea Gazette, apparently — is so old it practically crumbles under Ace’s fingers, the paper yellow and powdery with age, the edges disintegrating into nothing from however many years of being picked up and handled. The headline reads: Maniac Schoolteacher Slaughters Classroom. The photo on the front page shows a small schoolhouse, showing signs of wear and hodge-podge repair, like the town it belonged to couldn’t afford it’s upkeep but did their best anyway. The stairs leading up to the front door are bloody, and there’s more blood streaked across the windows from the inside. One small hand can be seen poking out the edge of the doorway, flopped limp across the floor. A group of Marines drag the “Maniac Schoolteacher” away from the scene of the crime in chains while he flails and struggles.

It… It’s Jiru. A very young Jiru, he can’t be any older than, god, maybe his early twenties? If that? He looks like he’s barely Ace’s age in this photo, and his face—

It’s not the face of a maniac who just went on a bloody rampage and murdered a bunch of kids. His hands and clothes are streaked with blood, but not nearly enough to account for the carnage implied behind him, and his face is wet with tears. The look in his eyes is one of such gut-wrenching despair that Ace has to tear his eyes away. The rest of the article is just — bullshit, Ace is sure, and the letters are dancing around and he doesn’t want to read it anyway so he doesn’t bother trying to make them quit goofing off and get back where they go. He just… stares blankly instead at where his hands are digging into the paper, crumbling it more under his grip.

“Ah,” Jiru says. “I should’ve put that away.”

Ace startles, whirls around. The fourteenth division Commander is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and shoulders slumped, eyeing Ace with an unreadable expression.

“I’m sorry,” Ace says, scrambling to put the paper back where he found it. “I’m — sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop. I was coming to see you about watch rotations. Pops said you’re in charge of that?”

“That I am.” Jiru enters his room. Ace has to scramble out of his way when he walks to the desk, lifting the newspaper up delicately — not like he’s handling something precious, but like he’s handling something that disgusts him. Or, maybe, something that bites. Something that hurts to touch. “The transfers from the Moby 3 haven’t been added to the Watch Rotation yet, and won’t be until we know how long repairs will take. That’s not why you were taken off the night watch. You were taken off of the night watch for your narcolepsy, and Tate scares me, so you’re not going back on the night watch unless there’s an emergency.”

“But—”

“No buts. She will stab me with needles.”

That’s… probably true. Ace still scowls at the unfairness of it all. He focuses on that — on the absolute crime that is all these damn people caring about his health and his wellbeing and his safety — so that he doesn’t have to focus on the paper while Jiru carefully slides it into an empty drawer and then locks that drawer shut. The key gets hung up on a hook by his desk, where it’s immediately covered by the fabric of the cloak that’s also hanging there.

“… You can ask,” Jiru says, after a moment. “It’s not a secret.”

Ace startles again, tears his eyes away from the closed drawer. Jiru’s face is still unreadable, but he doesn’t look angry, really. Ace bites his lip.

“What… happened?”

Jiru snorts. “Not did you do it?”

Ace snarls, “You didn’t do it.”

Now Jiru smiles. It’s a really shitty, awful, sad little smile, and Ace kind of hates it. “No,” he confirms. “I didn’t do it.”

He walks to his bed. Takes a seat. Scrubs a hand over his face. “… You ever hear that rumor about Gold Roger having a kid?”

Ace goes very, very still.

Jiru must see his reaction, but he must misunderstand it, because his smile grows — not sad anymore, but bitter and hurting and furious. “Yeah. Wasn’t ever anything but a rumor, mind you. Stories and gossip. The Marines didn’t have any leads, didn’t have any proof. Didn’t have anything but ‘somewhere in the South Blue’ and ‘somewhere between the ages of eight years old and literally an unborn fetus’.”

Here he chokes a laugh, flicks his fez off to scrub a hand over his shaved head. Takes a slow, shaking breath, and then another one. “… It wasn’t my kids,” he says. “Every one of them had fathers known and accounted for. It wasn’t any of my kids. But, hey, what’s logic in the face of justice?”

From somewhere far away, Ace is aware of the sensation of his own tongue, clicking dry against the back of his throat. His own voice, echoing down a distant tunnel. “If — if one of them was Roger’s son?” He hears himself ask. “What would you have done?”

Jiru looks at him for a moment, considering. Scratches over his head again. “Aw, hell, Ace, I dunno,” he says finally. “I’d like to say I would have scooped the kid up and ran for it, but… back then…” That fucking smile, all bitterness and regret. Ace really does hate that smile.

“Back then,” Jiru says, “I just wasn’t fast enough.”

[remember-the-fanfics]

Part two of last post

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To be fair (Y/n) didn't have trouble for the next month, with the extermination happening, they guess Timothy actually did find a hole to die in.

They would guess wrong when he showed up with friends, who thought it would be a good idea to burn the hotel down with people inside it.

Man, this dude just keeps coming up with bad ideas.

Alastor caught them in time and stopped them while allowing everyone to get up and see the who and the what, Angel Dust, being the first one outside, saw Timothy face and quickly realized the why.

"You!" Said Angel Dust, getting Alastor interest.

"Do you know this not so fine fellow?"

"He came in like a week or so before you showed up, wanted (Y/n) to break the deal they just made with him because he's a lazy asshole." Said Angel Dust just when Vaggie and Charlie showed up.

"Why did you come get us? I would have shown this estúpido not to come back." Said Vaggie with her spear, ready to hurt someone.

"Or offer to join the hotel instead?" Said Charlie, pushing Vaggie's spear down.

"I-I would have loved too if that bastard offered, they just threatened me to leave!"

"They did! He said he wasn't doing this rainbow shit." Said Angel Dust "and they only threatened you after you insulted me!"

"Can we stab them?" Asked Niffty, showing up on Husk shoulder with (Y/n).

"Who are we-." Said (Y/n) before seeing who it was. "Oh."

"You bitch!" Said Timothy, his friends had joined in on the insults as well.

"Quiet." Said Alastor, making all of them shut up. "What should we do with-."

Timothy with a knife went for the closest person, Angel Dust, that he could reasonably kill or injure, (Y/n) didn't ask and he wasn't in anyway to talk later. As quick as he tried, (Y/n) got in the way.

"M̶o̶t̸h̴e̷r̶f̴u̶c̶k̷e̸r̷." They said, grabbing his arm that held the knife and holding him back from anyone.

"Now." Said Timothy, confusing (Y/n) for a second until they saw each of his friends had a weapon.

Everyone was sleeping, they were prepared for a fight, only Alastor could take on these sinners and maybe Vaggie with her spear.

(Y/n) needed to do something! Do something, do something, do something-!

Then (Y/n) didn't remember the rest.

-

"I'll keep you safe!" A much younger human version of (Y/n) said,

"I know." Said Someone, (Y/n) couldn't look them in the face anymore.

°°•°

"I kept you... safe." Said a slightly older version of (Y/n). They had so much blood on them, until then (Y/n) didn't know humans had that much blood in them.

"No no no, stay awake, (Y/n)!" Said the Someone, obviously trying to keep them focus and awake.

"I love you... more than anything."

"(Y/n) please-!"

'I love you more than anything, you know that?'

Was what (Y/n) trying to say.

••°•

"(Y/N)!" Said someone else, bring (Y/n) back to what they were doing. They looked around to see Timothy or what was left of him on the ground, in peices, and (Y/n) did not expect to see that much gore.

"Ew, thats not cash money to see.." They said before looking at themselves and getting the conclusion that they were the reason Timothy became a crime scene. "..What exactly happen?"

"You ripped his arm off!" Said Angel Dust, laughing nervously because how could (Y/n) not remember that. "Then you-."

"Ripped him to sheds while Alastor dealt with the rest! You kept making him into smaller and smaller peices!" Said Niffty, climbing up (Y/n). "I'm so happy this happened outside, this would be a mess to clean out of the carpet."

"Are you injured?" Asked Charlie.

"I don't think so- oh God, I'm standing in it, I'm barefoot. I'm gonna take a shower and burn these clothes." Said (Y/n), moving away from the mess they made and putting Niffty down away from it.

"That was a fantastic performance, my dear! You could almost be mistaken for a stray from Cannibal town, if only you used more teeth." Said Alastor, who enjoyed the show after making the rest disappear, killed.

"Thanks, I don't usually fight like that." Said (Y/n). "Can you magic me to my room? I need a shower and to process that." They asked, pointing at the remains.

"Very well, my dear." Said Alastor, sending (Y/n) to their room to clean up. "This was unexpected way to fix the problem, yes?"

"I'm also gonna take a bath, I feel like some of it got on me." Said Angel Dust, walking away.

"I think we all need a shower after watching that." Said Husk, joining him on the walk inside with Niffty following behind.

"Never took the young one to take a hand on approach when doing something like that, well see you all in the morning!" Said Alastor before disappearing in the shadows, leaving Charlie and Vaggie alone.

"Charlie, you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about (Y/n). We've seen them fight before, never like this. They didn't remember doing this either... I just hope they are okay." Said Charlie, Vaggie nugged Charlie's arm with her own.

"(Y/n) will be fine, they are a powerful Overlord for many reasons. They were protecting us after seeing those sinners had weapons and most of us didn't, that's a good thing." Said Vaggie, trying to cheer up Charlie.

"Like a redeeming good thing!" Said Charlie. "Minus all the gore that happened!"

"Exactly, now let's go inside and take a shower please."

"Oh definitely. That got everywhere."

-

Ta dah! Slightly longer but lore about (Y/n)! They died protecting someone they care about, the why and how they actually died from is unclear for now.

I've had it in my head for weeks now on how they died, can't really spoil anything though.

I also plan for most things I write in my head and I was trying to get (Y/n) to kill the man in the last part but nooo, just arguing.

Sorry to any Timothy tis the name of the letter I typed first.

[cwritesforfun]

Kaz Brekker x Inferni!Fem!Reader: Longing

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF SIX OF CROWS!!!

You're on the Ferolind on your way to the Ice Court. Instead of Inej getting hurt, it was you. Inej is safe and uninjured. And also you're the one that Kaz like likes, not Inej.

You're an Inferni who trained with Nina and Zoya before you moved to Ketterdam. You also were at the Menagerie with Inej for about a year. You met the Crows through Inej then reunited with Nina later on.

Y/N = Your Name

**I don't own any of the Six Of Crow characters or their plot ** ** I own my made up character who is a squaller named Fallon **

Y/N's POV

You wake up super drowsy and in pain. You try to adjust your back and feel stabbing pain in your head. Ow. What happened?

Nina nudges you, and you look over at her. She smiles and says, "You lived and you’re awake! Wow! I'm so happy!" You ask, "Is it that much of a surprise?" She shrugs and answers, "Yes.. you were very unstable at the beginning." You ask, "How long was I out?" She answers, "2 days!" You reply, "Damn no wonder I feel rough. I could use some waffles and probably more sleep." You had known Nina for a long time, almost the longest of the Crows. You both had a strong desire for waffles even at the most inopportune times. She replies, "I wish we had waffles. Damn now you're making me think of food and I'm not even hungry." You ask, "How are you by the way?” She answers, "Fine, fine. I feel weak. It's nothing I can't handle. Matthias has been by my side almost every minute, checking on me. It's a bit annoying, really." You reply, "That's sweet of him. He truly cares for you." She replies, "Mhmm, and Kaz cares for you." Biggest lie you ever heard her say alert! Kaz cares for no one. You reply, "Sure. I'm one of his crew. I'm his responsibility." She replies, "No, I'm serious. He was worried about you, and he was rather insistent that I heal you. I don't even heal! He should've brought a healer with us! Ugh but Kaz's heart got a little too quick. I had to send him away because his heart was distracting me from healing you." You reply, "He would do that with anyone he considers his friends. I don't even know if he would consider me his friend. Kaz ... he ... he doesn't seem to care for anyone. He gives everyone the cold shoulder, and not even my fiery self can warm him. And God, have I tried. I’ve tried being patient. Tried getting under his skin. Tried jokes, silence, anger, softness—every version of me I could offer. Nothing is enough or right... He’s like a locked room in a burning house. Just out of reach, and I keep running toward the flames anyway. AND I LIKE FLAMES! Sometimes I catch a flicker of this soft side of Kaz, just for a second. A glance that lingers too long, a breath that stutters before he walks away. But then the wall’s backup. Steel-reinforced. Cold as ever. Like it never cracked at all. And maybe I’m a fool, but I can’t stop wondering if somewhere behind all that armor…He feels something, too. Because I do." She replies, "Dear me, that was a lot." You laugh and reply, "Sorry. I needed to rant. It's been bothering me." She replies, "No, no, it's fine. Rant whenever. I don't mind at all. Just maybe for the time being, let's focus on stress-free topics." You reply, "Thanks, Nina ... for letting me rant and for healing me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I truly appreciate you and what you do.” She smiles.

The door soon opens to reveal Jesper and Wylan. They walk in and smile upon seeing you awake. They both hug you separately.

Next Day - Kaz' POV

I'm currently standing with Wylan, Matthias, Specht, and another crew member whose name is Fallon. We're going over some of the plans again.

I look up and see Y/N holding onto Jesper. They're walking around the boat. She seems to be stable enough, and Jesper looks positively thrilled to see that she is awake. They've always been the closest of friends ever since she joined my crew. In fact, she's close with everyone, even Matthias seems to at least respect her. I'm jealous of everyone's closeness to her. I wish she were like that with me. We do talk, but she seems wary of me, or she tries too hard around me. But who wouldn't be wary of me?! I'm the Bastard of the Barrel after all. I guess I could make an effort. She and Jesper are really touchy, though. I just couldn't. Even if I wanted to.

I shake my head and focus back on the plans. I notice Matthias looks in their direction and he exclaims, "Good to see that Y/N is able to walk. She helped out Inej in the incinerator shaft, and we need her on the crew." Agreed. Fallon replies, "Y/N is so hot not just because of her power but also her body. It's no wonder that she and Inej were the best girls at the Menagerie." I clench my fist and turn away. I don't like the way he is talking about Y/N. I hated hearing the men talking about her at the Menagerie as well. She deserves respect, as do we all. But most importantly, her. Fallon then says, "After long hours working on the boat, all I want is a hot body to warm me to sleep while they're deep in me." Splecht snaps, "Shut up, Fallon, and go wash the desk." Fallon rolls his eyes and walks past me. I exclaim, "Hey Fallon." He turns around, and I strike him with my fist in the face. He growls and tries to strike me. Specht grabs him and tosses him towards the stairs away from me.

Once he's gone, I turn back to the plan and exclaim, "Now that that is out of the way, as far as the plan is concerned, I have a few ideas ..."

Next Day ... Y/N's POV

You start to walk around the boat after your healing session with Nina. You have to give her credit for picking up healing even though she's a Heartrender.

You see Wylan and Jesper. You make your way over there and ask, "What's new, boys?" Jesper gasps and says, "Excuse me, we are MEN." You laugh and reply, "Not with that attitude." Wylan high-fives you. Jesper says, "We actually have something interesting to tell you." You reply, "I'm interested." Wylan says, "Kaz punched Fallon because he said some not-so-pleasant things about things he would do to you. I could tell Kaz was angrier than normal when Fallon said those things." You nod and ask, "What exactly did he say about me?" Wylan goes into the specifics, and you're glad that Kaz took care of him. Otherwise, you would've gone and whooped his sorry a--

Later ....

You knock on Kaz's makeshift office. He finally wanted to see you and talk to you. You hear, "Come in." You open the door and see Inej sitting next to him. You haven't seen her recently either. Where has she been? She immediately stands, hugs you, and says, "I'd better get going. I'm glad you're safe, Y/N." As Inej exits the room, you exclaim, "You called for me, Kaz." Kaz nods and gestures towards the chair across from him. You sit across from him, and he glances around the room nervously. What is happening? Kaz says, "This is hard for me to say...but uh, you talk way too much when you think no one else is listening. You were telling Nina some pretty sensitive stuff. It would be a shame if someone were listening on the other side of the wall." You've never heard him so defensive. You gasp and ask, "What? Were you spying on me?" He shrugs and answers, "No. Just… walking. Then I heard you. Didn’t know it was about me. Didn’t expect it to be about me." You sigh, look at the small window to your left, and answer, "Well, now you know, so congratulations." He says, "You’re wrong." You turn back to face him and ask, "About what?" He looks in the direction you were just looking at the window and answers, "You are my friend…The only one I ever let be." Were you friendzoned? And omg, how mad is Jesper going to be knowing that you're Kaz's friend? HA!

Kaz takes a deep breath, faces you, and exclaims, "I don’t know how to be what you want me to be. I don’t even know how to be what I want to be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care." You smile, rest your hands on the desk, and say, "Then show me, Kaz. Because I can’t keep doing this alone. I can’t keep guessing if I mean anything to you." He reaches his gloved hands over to your bare hands and replies, "I can try. For you... I can try." You take his hands and reply, "That’s all I ever needed." You know that being vulnerable with his words was a lot for him, and you're proud of him for opening up to you a little.

[in1-nutshell]

Hey me again maybe a few more interactions with team bee and old Predacon buddy maybe a bit more hijinks and stuff and maybe seeing prime again Predacon buddy will most likely berate Optimus and then hugging him because of them missing their Orion pax basically just overall acting like a mother hen and just overall fretting over team bee

I went with a little reunion with Buddy and Optimus... then I had a little fun with it.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon reunites with Optimus Prime

SFW, Platonic, Slight angst, mentions of injury but nothing too graphic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

RiD 2015

Buddy was with the rest of the team fighting this ‘Megatronus’ character.

They were not impressed by the name.

Buddy and Grimlock took over most of the heavy hits and hitting, but even Buddy was struggling against the mysterious mech.

They blamed it on the age and years of damage to their frame.

Oh, they would have given for some years shaven off right about now.

Megatronus was going to get the jump on Bumblebee when Buddy tackled him.

The mech easily got them off and slammed them to the ground.

Buddy was very familiar with wounds after years of being in the arena and war. They know what a stab wound feels like, especially one near a vital area.

Buddy looking up at the mech with hatred in their optics.

Megatronus has both of his servos together raised above his helm.

“I think its about time to finally get rid of you Predacon scum from the face of this world.”--Megatronus

Buddy hears some of the bots scream for them.

All they can focus in was the sneering pain in their gut and the slow-motion servos coming straight for their helm.

This was it…

At least they would see Prime again.

A blur of red and blue tackled Megatronus down.

Out of the corner of Buddy’s optics they see him.

“Optimus…Orion…”—Buddy

Buddy’s vision gets darker and darker.

They could feel their frame get colder by the minute.

The older Predacon knew that it was a bad idea to close their optics.

But they were so tired…

They forgot to take their nap today and the ground below…

A little nap wouldn’t hurt right?

Buddy heard some pede steps heading their direction, but they had already closed their optics as the fading sound of yelling disappeared.

Buddy woke up with the sight of the last rays of sunlight hitting their face.

They groaned propping their elbows up a bit, flinching at the pain in their gut. Where the giant sword used to be was now replaced by some expert wielding. It’d take a bit of buffing out and coloring to get rid of that thing.

Buddy looked around and noticed they were in the scrapyard. Specifically in the section where they had most of their medical supplies.

It was quiet.

Too quiet…

Buddy swings their pedes to the side of the berth and tries to sit up.

That was an immediate regret.

“Primus… this is going to hurt like the Pits…”--Buddy

Buddy pushes themselves off the berth and stumbles to the wall next to them.

They slowly prop themselves up thanks to the wall.

“Now… where are the others…?”--Buddy

Buddy hears multiple pede steps coming their way.

They grabbed the closets object near them, which was a crowbar and held it tightly in their servos.

The intruding bot turns the corner and Buddy, out of pure instinct, whacks them on the helm.

“OW!”--Bumblebee

“Bee! Sorry about—Oof!”--Buddy

Bumblebee gets over the whack and hugs Buddy tightly, yet mindful of their injuries.

Buddy could feel him quiver a bit.

They patted his back a bit before he turned to them.

“You shouldn’t be out walking.”--Bumblebee

“I know, but it got too quiet and I needed to see for—”--Buddy

“I made sure they stayed quiet.”—Ratchet

Ratchet stood behind Bumblebee with his arms crossed with a tired smile.

Buddy’s optics widen in surprise.

“Ratchet?! Ratchet!”--Buddy

Buddy tries to walk over to Ratchet but the medic walks to them instead.

Both Bee and Ratchet try and drag Buddy back to the berth.

“You know what I’m going to say...”--Ratchet

Buddy does a mocking salute.

“Got it Dr. of Doom.”--Buddy

“Don’t call me that. Anymore moving and you’re going to mess up my wielding job.”--Ratchet

Buddy sits back down on the berth trying to hide the pain that flared up when they did.

“How did you get here anyways. Not that its bad or anything.”--Buddy

“I followed his signal.”--Ratchet

“Who’s—"--Buddy

“Mine.”--Optimus

Buddy’s optics widen when they see Optimus standing by the corner.

He slowly approaches Buddy’s side.

Buddy just stared at him in disbelief.

“I know this may be a lot of information to say all at once Buddy… but I am—”--Optimus

“Prime.”--Buddy

Optimus quiets down and looks at Buddy’s optics that had started to spring leaks.

“Just…just come over here…”--Buddy

Buddy opens their arms and Optimus goes in for the hug.

Buddy tries their hardest not to cry when Bee and Ratchet join in.

They really do try.

“I swear to the Primes above, if ANY of you wise bots decide to pull a stunt like that… Great I can’t even threaten you guys now, thanks a lot. There goes my reputation…”--Buddy

The four of them ended up catching up a bit before the rest of the team came back from patrol.

Finally, Prime was home.

[sage-nebula]

I've felt myself driving slowly to insanity ever since I realized that all three of Cap's offensive moves are electric type. I get that this is an anime and so it doesn't play by the game rules exactly, but the fact that Cap has NO way to deal with types that have resistance or immunity to electricity is insane to me. Friede is supposed to be a genius professor, so how and why did he drop the ball THIS badly? (Especially since he didn't drop so badly with Char, albeit Steel Wing or Thunder Punch would be better fits than Dragon Claw given that Char doesn't get STAB with Dragon Claw either, and Steel Wing or Thunder Punch would both cover weaknesses.)

Having said that, I've tried to put together a better moveset for Cap. It is a bit challenging, considering his ability boosts his Special Attack, despite his signature move (Volt Tackle -> Rising Volt Tackle) requiring him to have a high Attack stat. Considering that the increase to his SpA would only matter when he tanks electric hits, I'm going to focus on a more physical build for him giving the necessity of keeping Volt Tackle, while also trying to give him better type coverage.

With that, my idea for a better Cap moveset is:

Volt Tackle — As mentioned, it's his signature move and he's required to keep it, because without it he can't use Rising Volt Tackle, and then what are we even doing here. So this one is a mandatory keep from his canon moveset.

Double Team — I'm also keeping Double Team, because he has used it to great effect in canon. Not to mention that increasing his evasion is also very helpful considering that I also want to give him . . .

Focus Punch — Focus Punch has a very high damage output (150) with the caveat that it will not work at all if the user is hit beforehand. But this works well for Cap, who has naturally high speed and knows Double Team to increase evasion. Using Double Team to throw off opponents before unleashing Focus Punch would work spectacularly. Additionally, Focus Punch would allow him to deal SE damage to Normal, Dark, Rock, Ice, and Steel, greatly increasing the number of opponents he's able to deal SE damage against. And while it doesn't do SE damage, it DOES hit Ground, which would give him a way to attack against a type he currently can't do any damage to at all.

Quick Attack — I know, I know, it's a basic choice. And to be honest, I'm torn between this and Feint, which is a little weaker but can get through Protect / Detect. Feint is a very special situation type of attack, however, while Quick Attack is more reliable, being both a little stronger and a priority move. Normal type moves are good for coverage as well (and this gives Cap something to use before the big finishers of Focus Punch or Volt Tackle), so I still think that it fits well here.

Obviously, Lightning Rod won't boost any of these attacks. If we wanted at least one attack that would be boosted, we could keep Thunderbolt instead of adding Quick Attack. But I really think that since Cap's signature move, the one we absolutely cannot get rid of, is a physical move, then we should focus on building his stats around that. In which case, Lightning Rod's utility is mainly going to be in doubles to draw electricity away from its partner (as seen when Friede and Spinel double battled).

We don't know Cap's nature for sure (do we ever learn the canonical natures of pokémon in the animated shows?), but if we look at his personality and try to decide on a nature from there, I would say that he does seem to have an Adamant nature, with the way he never gives up on things. This, too, would boost his Attack while actually lowering his Special Attack, which means that a physical build really is a better fit for him.

Lastly, I think it would behoove Cap to keep a Light Ball under his hat. Although the hat does get knocked off / thrown off a lot, so maybe he could wear it as a necklace instead. (Who am I kidding though, they don't even do mega stone accessories anymore . . . 😒 no way is Cap getting a necklace.) The Light Ball would increase his Attack further, truly making Cap into the sweeper that I feel he's destined to be.

Now, let me into the writers room so I can fix him, Horizons staff. I will do it for free, just please let me fix him.