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bangtaninborderland · 8 months

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Risk It All (24) - TORN

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence | smut

Warning: this chapter contains smit - fingering, nipple play and some Dom/Sub themes.

A/N: this is the last “happy” chapter it picks up from here leading to the final game, im so excited to have it reverse a little and have Chishiya being the one in a compromised position. It’s time for YN to shine. There’s not much plot to this chapter, but it is essential for moving the story along.

Ch. 23| Masterlist | ch.25

Chishiya had let you stay pressed against his body, only moving you both to the bed at some point, for the duration of your sleep. The sky was still dark when you woke up, head resting against Chishiya's stomach as he sat up reading a book.

“How do you read in the dark?”

He tutted, closing the book. “With my eyes.”

“Will you play with my hair?” You grumbled, still too wrapped up in the embers of sleep to fully understand your own request. You pouted at the long wait, snuggling into him further as his fingers came to brush your hair out of your face.

His movements were awkward, unfamiliar to him as his hand was stiff but still you revelled in it. Enjoying the touch, the affection you’d craved for so long. “You ask too much of me.”

That caught your attention, you snapped your head up, sliding to move away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop.” His words were firm, with a hint of dominance to them, you looked at him unmoving. “I didn’t say move, I said you ask too much of me.”

“Oh.” You chewed your lip, confused at what to do next. You figured it would be best not to push it so you settled for laying next to him rather than on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice strained.

“I- will-“ you gestured to your position on the bed, clearly you were lying down. “What do you think.”

“I didn’t tell you to move.” He says again and you slowly catch on, heat rushing to your cheeks as you shift to lay back on him, the same way you were minutes before. “You don’t listen well.”

“I never had to listen to others. Besides you aren’t exactly the most eager to explain.” You snort. “Not all of us operate on a 5 word basis.”

“Wow, you don’t listen and you talk too much.” You can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“Did you just wow me?” You laughed, unable to not think about the irony of someone like Chishiya saying wow. “Say it again.”

“You’re so annoying.” He sighs, pulling you to sit up. “Stop talking.”

“Say wow again and I will. You’re so sassy.” You joked, you saw him clench his jaw at that and for some reason, you could stop pushing. “Come on sassy pants.”

“Do you want me to lock you outside?” He deadpans, his lips in a tight line. “You’re impossible.”

“For someone so scary you sure as hell are afraid of a simpl-“ your words were cut off as he lunged forwards, lips colliding with yours. You fall backwards, the bed softening your fall. His hands instantly find your wrists, pinning them to your sides as he continues to kiss you. You try and fight back against him, not because you want him to stop but because you want control, You try to push your tongue against his, wanting to be the one to lead the kiss but your attempts are futile as he pulls back a little and bites your lip. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it. Stop talking, stop thinking.” He rasped out, and the tone of his voice made your legs go weak, You took a breath nodding.

He finally kisses you again after what feels like an eternity. This time you go plaint under his touch, happily accepting the kisses he divulges to you. Your lungs are begging for oxygen, your throat burning but you don’t push him away, much to your embarrassment you whine a little as he pulls away.

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips as he chuckles, shushing you. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You-“ your head is hazy, a feeling you’d never felt before. You probably wouldn’t voice it aloud but you enjoying Chishiya being that way, being a little controlling. “More.”

He shakes his head, sitting back on the back. “If we do more it will lead to something else.”

“Okay.” You say before really processing what he means.

He raises his eyebrows, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Stop talking before you think about things. There’s no rush.”

“But I want to.” You protest. Pushing yourself up so you’re sitting cross-legged opposite him. “Do you?”

“Not if you fight for control again.” He shrugs, something about the way he looks unbothered encourages the thrum of excitement underneath your skin.

“I won’t.” You promise, holding out your pinkie. “I swear it.”

“You and your promises. One day they are going to land you in trouble.” He tuts, you lay back, still able to see him even though he’s a little further back.

“Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to sit there?” You teased, reaching a hand out to him. “I’m getting bored.”

“Patience.” He leans down, his frame towering over you. “You’re always too doing things too fast, rushing.” Despite how harsh the words could sound they simply don’t, the smirk on his face only confirms he’s playing with you.

You can feel his breath against your lips as he lowers himself to you, within reach but still far enough that you have to lift your head to kiss him. The second your lips graze his , he pulls back a little further. “Chish-“

“I told you to stop rushing.” He chides, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What happened to your promise hm?”

“I-I am, I do promise I just want you to kiss me.” You can’t help but pout, he was being mean.

He let out a breathy laugh at that. “Close your eyes.”

You follow through instantly. You feel him move his hand over your hip, trailing the outside of your shirt before resting against your jaw. The touch disappears but you don’t panic as his lips come into contact with yours, this time you let him take the lead, kissing him back softly.

It goes on like that for a minute or so before he presses his body against you. Pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw to your shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asks, breathless.

You feel dazed as you look at him, you can just about muster a nod. “More?”

“More what?” He asks, his hand gently caressing your face. “Tell me.”

“Want more of you, with you.” You explain, your tongue feeling too heavy to move. “Now.”

He shuffles on the bed and ends up sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”

You crawl over to him, sitting beside him for a second before he pulls you into his lap, leaving you straddling him. “There, much better.” He hymns to himself.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his fingers slightly entangled in your hair. “Desperate.”

You didn’t even realise you’d begun to grind down on his thigh, you looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Is it making you feel good?” He whispers the question as he ticks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You look up at him through your lashes before nodding.

“Then don’t stop.” He shrugs, tensing his thigh underneath you.

You gasped at the light friction and found yourself being pulled back against him. This time his mouth latching onto your neck, you moaned at the suckling on the sensitive skin and you ground down, this time with a purpose. “S’ good.”

You knew he would be leaving a trail of marks along your neck but you didn’t mind, not as you felt your pussy slick up against his thigh. Before you could get too caught up Chishiya flipped you both over. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fingers..” you whined. “Want your fingers.”

“Still demanding.” He scolded, eyebrow cocked. “Is that how you ask?”

“Please?” You pouted at him, just wanting him all over you. “I want to feel you.”

“That’s good.” He smirks before pulling your shorts down, you lift yourself up from the bed just enough to allow him to slip the item off.

He brought his fingers to your mouth and without any prompting you parted your lips, letting the digits slip inside. You coat them in saliva, working your tongue around them. Chishiya watches with hooded eyes before clearing his through. “Enough.”

You instantly let your jaw go slack, his fingers trailing down your body before slipping between the folds of your pussy. You bite your lip stifling a moan.

Chishiya tuts at that. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers slide inside and this time you let out a deep moan, the sound echoing off the walls. “Fuck, faster.”

He doesn’t give you enough time to finish your sentence before thrusting his finger up, curling them around to graze over your gspot. “Such a demanding little thing but when my fingers are inside of you all you can do is whine and curse, adorable.”

“I-wa-want.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, his free slipped under your shirt, his fingers pinching at your nipples. Pleasure surrounded you, a pressure began building in your stomach. You lazily lifted your shirt over your tits, pulling your bra up with it.

Without a single word from you Chishiya began sucking on the sensitive bud. His thumb brushed over your clit and that was enough to send you tumbling over the edge into the cloud your orgasm brought you. Chishiya kept pumping his fingers into you through it, even as your moans turned into desperate whines. “Such a good girl.”

“T-Thankyou.” You stuttered.

He nodded, smiling at you. “Just take a breath, stay here, I'll get you some water.”

“But I thought you said-“You stumbled over your words, eyes wide as you watched him climb off the bed. on “You don’t want to?” Although it may have been a stupid thought you still felt sad by it, disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He shakes his head as he hovers in the doorway. “We don’t know how this world works and we don’t have condoms. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of pregnancy being achievable. I’ve got to do a grocery run later so I’ll see what I can find.”

That made sense. “Oh…okay.”

“Relax.” He chuckles, his footsteps quietening as he walks to grab some water. He returns shortly after handing you a small cup. “How do you feel?”

You felt…strange. Not sad but you wanted to be wrapped up in a blanket and , hugged. “Okay.” You lied.

He stood from the bed, walking over to the pile of clean clothes on the shelf handing you both underwear and a pair of his sweatpants. “Get dressed, I’ll read to you.”

You smiled at that, happy that he cared enough to make sure you were okay. “Thank you.”

“You lied when you said you were okay, Don’t do that again.” He’s firm and you can’t disagree.

You feel slightly disappointed with yourself that you messed up such a good moment.“Sorry.”

He huffs, grabbing your wrist. Forcing you to look at him. “What did you do wrong?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re apologising, so you’ve done something wrong. What is it?” He asked, expectantly.

You frown. “Nothing just.. I should have been honest.”

“You should have, you weren’t, next time you will be.” He doesn’t sound angry or upset and you find comfort in that.

“Okay. Next time I will.” You agree, hopefully, he will be just as honest.

The rest of the day passes quickly, Chishiya heats up a tin of soup for you to share before checking your wounds, declaring them okay, and then he sticks to his word- reading to you with you both snuggled underneath the covers.

He was touchy, much more so than usual but you didn’t comment on it, afraid that if you did it would stop. If he wasn’t rubbing your back he was playing with your hair, every now and again he would lean over and place a kiss on the back of your head. You marvelled at the touches, feeling truly safe and content for the first time since this whole thing started.

Soon enough the sun began to set and Chishiya declared he was going to go and find some groceries. You pleaded to go with him but he denied it, although your arm was getting better it wasn’t entirely there and he didn’t want to risk it.

You decided you’d spend the time making dinner, as nice as you could. You found some canned meat and vegetables in the cupboard along with a single bag of noodles. It would all do to put together a simple meal.

You got to work, boiling the water for the noodles, chopping up and frying the tinned meat and heating up the mixed vegetables.

You left it all to sit on the camping stove, wanting to keep it warm for his return.

You were just about to settle down and prepare some board games for you to enjoy after dinner when the door slammed open.

“Yn!” Chishiya pants, falling in the door, the overpacked backpack dropping with a thud.

“What- oh my god!” You scream, rushing over. You fall beside him, eyes wide at the open gash on his abdomen. “What the fuck happened!”

“I was getting food. Someone - fuck.” He hissed hands cupping the wound. “I need you to clean it up and stitch it.”

“I can’t-“Physically you can’t.

“I’ll die if you don’t. I’ll lose too much blood.” He chokes out, his breath shallow.

You took a steadying breath, you could do this. “How, what do I do.”

“Need you to” he bites his lip trying to quieten the sounds of his pain. “Get the first aid and alcohol. I’ll tell you from there.”

You scramble your way to the small cupboard bag that holds the items Chishiya listed. Your hands were trembling so you took a quick, deep breath, steadying yourself.

He had healed you countless times, now you’d do the same for him, the only difference?

You didn’t know how to save a life.

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gaybae1021 · 11 months

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Contemplation

[assume I also wrote an impactful argument between Garroth and Laurance and Laurance’s conversation with Vincent before Laurance finally comes back to Phoenix Drop for the night.]

*getting ready for bed*

G- We’re gonna be okay.

L- Huh?

G- Us. You and me and Aph. Today was…just a bad day. For all of us, I think. A-and once we’ve slept on it, we’ll figure it out.

L- Sure…you’re probably right…

G- …You know I love you right? Whatever happened when I was gone, that won’t change.

L- I…I know. I love you too…Do you want some tea?

G: Yeah, that’s sounds great.

*later in the night*

It made him sick to even think about. How could he even consider leaving? Aph was his best friend, his beacon of hope when everything was falling apart. And Garroth, Garroth was the love his life! Garroth had supported him through some of his darkest moments, been the one partner where Laurance could be himself. Not to mention his family, who had just gotten him back after ten years. Garroth and Aph had both just lost someone close to them. Now, more than anything, they needed to be able to rely on him, and on each other. And here he was, awake in bed, about to ruin it all.

He could stay. Snuff out the lamp and go to bed. Garroth wouldn’t know a thing, he’d just chalk it up to a particularly deep sleep. He could talk to Aph in the morning, tell her he hadn’t meant to blame her. Maybe they could find a compromise.

But Vincent was right. How long until his self control wasn’t enough? How long until he hurt someone close to him? Leaving now would hurt them, but if it meant keeping them safe from a worse pain, he’d do it in an instant.

He traced the engravings on the ring, like he had done most nights when Garroth wasn’t there. He’d think about how unfair it was. Of course Garroth’s proposal would get ruined by O’Khasis scheming. But he’d also have hope. Hope that Garroth would come back and things could go back to normal. That they could get engaged, have a wedding, maybe even kids.

Laurance felt his chest tighten, knowing now how much of a naive fantasy that was.

He carefully got out of bed and got dressed.

He considered leaving nothing. It would be easier for everyone to move on then. But if he didn’t, Garroth and Aph would just rationalize that he had been kidnapped or mind-controlled and needed their help. So he wrote something down as best as he could.

Hayden and Cadenza, your the only family Ive ever known. You gave me a home and a community. I wouldnt be the person I am today without you.

Aphra, Im sorry for what I said. You risked so much to help me when you barely even knew me. Ill never repay that kindness. You carry your duties so gracefully, sometimes it’s easy for me to forget the pressure you’re under. Your life is what you choose to do with it. Maybe when the girls get older you can tell them some stories about me?

Garroth,

He paused. There was too much to say, and yet none of it felt right. His hand shaking, he only managed two short sentences.

thank you, for everything. Please don’t let this hold you back.

I love you all.

Laurance

He set the ring on top of the note. Grabbing the oil lamp, he walked out the door, leaving the room dark.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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I think y/ns dad would treat mick as if it was his own child, absolutely defending him at all costs, like imagine him defending mick against guenther??? im living for it

Tw: haas

"We can sit here, the race is about to start", you nudged your parents to sit in the garage's sofas, looking out to the pit as you looked for your boyfriend's car on the screens. It had been tough the last couple of days, Mick having found out that Haas wasn't certain if they were keeping him for the upcoming season, and this weekend, with all the changes they had made to the car, the progress was not going the way they expected, which left a weird environment around.

Mick had been driving as best as he could with what he had, and when he was called back to change his tyres, your mother was the first to comment on it, "is that a good idea? Everyone else seems to be going the opposite way", while your father nodded his head, "I don't know, these cars all behave differently, you can't even compare them", you mumbled.

Some issue in the car in front of Mick's and some debris from a previous crash managed to get into the car, compromising its performance as your boyfriend sent another weekend without points, looking defeated as he exited the car, taking off his helmet and balaclava as he spoke to Gary, "I'm sorry we couldn't do more for you, Mick", he apologised as the driver was about to reply to him, the team principal barged in, "we really can't keep having this weekend in weekend out, we have to score points!", Steiner said, and while some employees just left him to his devices, Mick actually tried to have a conversation with him until some offensive accusations started being thrown in your boyfriend's way, making you step a little closer to him, "I feel like this is not helping, so maybe another day? He has media duties now", you tried as the older man looked at you, "and do you think I care? God knows how bad this has been! No one fucking delivers, a-", Steiner raised his voice at you, making everyone look at you.

"Whatever it is you're dealing with, deal with it. But don't take it on my daughter, or much less on Mick. Let alone everyone else here. They're trying to do the best job they can. It's not their fault the car doesn't go as fast as you want. And, please, start treating people properly. Mick is an excellent driver and you're failing to support him and help him develop, and in all honesty, not having him here next year will be the best thing for him, because I'm sure you're not going to be any better, but he will", your father defended, the calm yet assertive way he spoke with surprising the team principal as you all turned your back, Mick heading to change for his duties.

As soon as he was done with interviews, he caught up with your father while you had gone to the bathroom with your mother, "Thank you for defending me. I don't want to seem rude, or something else that I am not, but these environments are really hard, and he's not the best person when it comes to... people I guess...?", Mick said as your father chuckled, "Mick, you don't deserve to be treated like this. You're talented and you will do it one day. Maybe it will take time, buy you'll get there, I know you will", your father said as he hugged hour boyfriend, just in time as you got back, "having a hug? Without me?", you teased them before coming to hug both men before moving to just cuddle Mick, "but he's right, I know you'll get there one day, my love".

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whumpshaped · 9 months

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since you’ve said no one has asked this of you,, could you please write an absolutely fucked up and depraved drabble??

pretty please 🥺

omg im sorry i didnt mean it that way. i just meant whenever i get a request for smth fucked up and depraved its never w the wording "heres a challenge for u" bc thats just my default drabble style😭😭😭 BUT YES I CAN !!!!! I JUST HAD A GOOD TALK W MY FRIEND ABT A MESSED UP THING . ENJOY

tw vivisection, gore, blood, nsfw, medical setting, wound fingering

Whumper made the incision precisely and carefully, with the steady hands of an experienced surgeon. Well, self-trained surgeon. They didn’t like to toot their own horn, really, but they had gotten quite good at the craft despite never having received any formal education on it. They had read all the books they could get their hands on, they had practised tirelessly… and now they were putting real surgeons to shame. But they didn’t like to brag.

This one didn’t need all the caution, though. Whumpee was immortal, so all the safety measures like disinfecting the scalpel were just routine, something Whumper did absentmindedly before they started on any new project. The poor thing was whimpering on the operating table, biting down on the cloth in their mouth so hard that Whumper thought their pointed teeth might go through it. That would’ve been a shame. Tears were streaming down their flushed cheeks, and Whumper made no effort to wipe them away, too focused on the work at hand.

More of a passion project, actually.

They folded back the flesh, pushing flaps of skin out of the way like it was nothing more than a curtain to peek behind. Bones fell away under their trusty saw and hammer, and Whumpee just wailed, wailed until their throat was too hoarse to continue. There it was, their heart, their immortal, ever-beating heart, one they could rip out and crush in their hand, yet the next day it would be right where it belonged. They wondered, distantly, whether Whumpee had wished for a more permanent death by now.

Whumper lowered the bloody scalpel to one of their thick arteries, making the smallest cut they could without compromising their plan. They needed it to be a small cut. Tight.

They slowly slipped a finger inside, testing the waters and making Whumpee twitch under their touch. It was slick with the freshest blood their body had to offer, warm with life itself, stretching readily to accommodate Whumper. It was inviting. It was perfect. They pulled back and took their surgical glove off, yet another unnecessary precaution they had taken to protect someone who couldn’t die of infection, and dove right back in with their bare hand this time.

The feeling of their skin against the inside of Whumpee’s artery was something indescribable. They pushed it in slowly, feeling around, exploring. The subject’s muffled pleas faded into the background as they kept moving their hand, pulling out, then pushing back in again, enjoying the familiar viscosity of their blood coating them. Could they fit another finger? Was that too greedy? Too eager? They couldn’t resist.

It was an even tighter fit and Whumpee’s thrashing only intensified. Ironically, the thing causing them so much distress was the very same one keeping their blood in their body despite their torn open pulmonary artery. It ran slow, sluggish even, the thick drops finding little space to squeeze past the doctor’s invasive fingers.

Whumper licked their lips, exhaling shakily. They couldn’t pull their fingers out, that would’ve come with the risk of their patient bleeding to death within seconds. Yes, that was the only reason they kept doing it. They weren’t enjoying it that much, they were merely leaving their fingers inside until they thought of a solution. They weren’t stroking the wall of Whumpee’s artery at all. They were just thinking of the best way to reverse the damage so Whumpee could heal faster. And while they were thinking… they just had to keep the wound blocked.

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strxbrymochi · 9 months

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chapter 16. the sleeptalker

masterlist • previous • next

taglist: open!

warning// lil bit of swearing

IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ill update every week now <//3

word count: the word counter wont work but i would say around 3k

jeno knew better to interfere into an existing relationship, especially if it concerned his best friend and his well, ex-best friend now coworker. but even with morals and ethics concerned, he was looking at you sleeping peacefully on your desk, stacks and stacks of papers on your side and a bunch of other documents sprawled under your arms. your laptop and monitor shining bright on your face in the dark.

jeno sighs. he didn't expect you to be here, let alone ASLEEP he looked through the monitor and saw you were cross checking records for a big presentation tomorrow for one of the company's biggest clients. over the past couple months working together, the two of you had started to open up to each other again, moving closer to actually being friends, after everything that happened. and that was how jeno knew you were stressed big for this report. hell, he was the one who assigned it to you because he knew he could trust you.

he frowns at the sight of you. he didn't think you would go overtime and clearly this report and presentation was tiring you out. he felt terrible. he never wanted any of his employees to compromise their health for the sake of work. especially you.

jeno stands there for a couple more minutes trying to think of what to do. he looks at his watch, 11:52pm. you know what, maybe she'll wake up soon. he thinks to himself. he goes back to his office and gets started on some contracts for the meeting tomorrow, occasionally glancing at you from the clear glass of his office walls. she's pretty cute. he thinks, watching you sleeping so peacefully, the light from your monitors illuminating your features so perfectly. no. get yourself together. you don't know what you're saying, you're tired. he rubs the thoughts out his head.

1:16am

jeno finishes off the contracts with a satisfied sigh. he stands up to stretch and looks towards the glass only to see you, still asleep. he frowns. what should he do now? should he wake you up? you looked so peaceful and tired, he didn't want to disturb you. should he bring you with him? no, that wasn't right on so many levels.

i should call mark. he says whipping out his phone to call his friend.

the line rings for a while. "hey, this is mark. quite busy right now so can't come to the phone. leave your message after the beep and ill get to you!" crap voicemail.

jeno tries calling again. one more. two times. three times more. anxious every time, hand on his waist, looking down at you. he can't leave you here, and he can't leave if you're still here either.

"hello?" he hears on the other side, after what felt like ages. a wave of relief flushes across him.

"hyung," he says. "y/n went overtime and she's asleep on her desk, can you pick her up?"

"aish, that sounds like her." mark says with a small chuckle. "look jen, i'm actually in a meeting with a client right now that i can't leave, could you bring her home?"

remember that sense of relief jeno felt when mark picked up? yea that was all out the window now.

"what?" he says. "you want me to bring her home?"

"i mean yea, you're her friend too. i really would pick her up but i really need to close this deal and it's a really important client, i'm sure you'd understand."

oh did he understand all right. as much as he hated to admit it, mark was right, they were all friends. why was he making it such a big deal?

"look, ill send you our address. i trust you jen, get her home safe yea?" mark's voice interrupts his thoughts.

"i, yea. i will." he says, ending the call.

his fingers linger on the phone keypad. maybe he can call your friends? yea, that sounds like a good idea. only he didn't have any of their contacts and he didn't think his own friends would be very helpful in this situation either.

he puts his phone back in pocket and looks at your sleeping figure. he sighs before lightly tapping you on the shoulder. you move and a wave of electricity jolts through his body. that's weird. he thinks. he taps you again. this time, you wake up slightly, rubbing your eyes and sitting up.

it takes you a while to realize where you are and when you do, you jolt upwards, hands slamming the desk, jeno jumping back in surprise.

"fuck, i fell asleep." you say under your breath, trying to organize the documents on your table in a hurry. in the process you notice jeno watching you. you freeze and look at him like a kid caught stealing halloween candy in the middle of the night.

"shit, i'm so sorry jeno. i didn't mean to fall asleep, what time is it?" you say, scrambling to find your phone in the mess.

"y/n it's okay. how about we get you home for proper rest and you can worry about the presentation tomorrow?" he says. how can he be so calm?

you open your mouth to come up with an excuse but he stops you. "i've called mark and he told me to bring you home. so grab your stuff and let's go. i'll see you at the elevators in 5 minutes." he goes back to his office to grab his things, leaving you watch him leave.

you sigh defeated before packing up your things and make your way to the elevators. stumbling a bit due to your heels, mentally cursing yourself for choosing to wear these shoes, and well, falling asleep in the first place.

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you make it to his car and the drive is silent. you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. "mark-hyung sent me your address. don't worry i'm not kidnapping you."

you nod and close your mouth. he knew what you were gonna ask. that's weird, but cool... i think? he was your best friend for quite a while anyways. why were you so shocked about it?

the rest of the ride was silent, the sound of the air circulating from the a/c, the sound of the car and engine going in a steady pace and the wind from the window breezing through your face. you feel yourself getting sleepier, and before you knew it, your eyes slowly fell shut.

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you wake up the next morning in your bed. in pajamas? who the hell? the last memory you have was falling asleep in jeno's car. your eyes widen. shit.

you look to your side to see your bed empty. you quickly get up, stumbling, to get out of your room. as you open the door and walk into the kitchen, you see mark already up, sitting on the table with a coffee in front of him, reading something on his phone.

"morning baby" he says. "did you sleep well?"

you stand frozen. "i-, what-, how-," you stumble over your words. you didn't know how to start.

he laughs, "cute." he mutters. "do you want coffee? get you awake for your presentation so you don't fall asleep midway?"

you nod and walk to the table slowly and sit. he hands you a mug and you take a sip.

"jeno brought you home last night. i would've picked you up but i was stuck in a last minute meeting with mr. jeong. you know how he is, pretty tough, didn't even consider timezones..." he sighs and you nod slowly, taking another sip, mind still running miles per hour.

"he dropped you off on the couch, i guess he didn't know where the room was lol," mark continues recalling the events of last night. "he did put the blanket over you though. i came out after the meeting and saw you so i brought you to the room and got you changed."

you sigh, so mark changed you and not jeno. your heart paused for a split second if you were being honest.

mark continued talking. "i don't know why he didn't text me or anything when you guys got here. but oh well, he was probably tired as well."

huh. you finish your coffee with mark and excuse yourself to get ready.

"also y/n" mark says. "i didn't know you sleep talked."

what the hell was he talking about?

"in the 2 years we've been together that was the first time i heard you do that. it was pretty interesting." you freeze.

"what did i say?" you asked him, scared.

"oh, nothing much don't worry, just a lot of random things. like someone leaving you and how you wish they didn't reject you because if only they knew something something? i don't remember much, it was pretty vague, i assumed you were impersonating a tv show you watched or something."

you froze. fuck.

"babe you okay? you're gonna be late for your presentation."

"shit you're right." you say scrambling back to your room to get ready. you were gonna have to just deal with this later.

💞: @n0hyuck @toodleeee @vianna99

#nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #maybe this time smau #jeno fluff #jeno smau #jeno x reader #jeno x you #mark smau #mark x reader #nct dream fic #lee jeno fic #lee jeno fluff #nct fic #nct text au #nct dream text au #lee jeno text au #mark lee text au

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acti-veg · 4 months

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hey acti, i hate to be a downer when we're already fighting an uphill battle, but i guess i just wanted a fellow vegan to hear this :/

i dated someone this past year, and he knew i was vegan from the start, even when we were just friends, and it was never a problem; he surprised me with a vegan meal prep made with beyond meat once, would clean the grilling utensils when he was making animal-based burgers and I was having a plant-based one, and even, when we went out to eat and they got my order wrong and served me something with meat, put his hand on mine and said he knew i was frustrated and was sorry. fast forward five months and after we'd had a conversation where i told him in a hypothetical completely vegan world, we wouldn't be farming animals for agriculture so livestock animals like cows would sort of go extinct (which started with another hypothetical where i would either have to be super sick for a month or eat a piece of steak and be instantly cured, to which i answered id be sick for the month), he decided i was "radical" and we weren't compatible because he "didn't want his kids to be exposed to veganism". i'd even told him i would compromise (because ive always wanted to raise my kids vegan) in that when i would cook, the food would be vegan, and when he would cook, it wouldnt, and that wasnt good enough. there were other issues and red flags not related to veganism (though he was always making "joking" comments about how he'd "break me of veganism" by cooking a really good steak and convincing me to eat it), but it just really sucks! like vegans are the ones who get the bad wrap as supposedly being "extreme" - i shouldve been the one upset and bothered according to their stereoptypes for us, but it was him! carnists are just so close-minded and hypocritical its really unbelievable.

i really thought it could work if we just respected each other, but he, like most everyone, wasnt interested in genuine conversations or respect. and its so depressing because now i fear every other relationship i enter with a nonvegan will end the same! how can having compassion and respect for nonhuman animals make us so wrong in their eyes? i know it would probably be smarter to only date other vegans but i couldnt help falling in love with him. and the vegan dating pool is so small and spread out, and i dont live in a big, progressive city! im sorry to complain so much, its just a really exhausting reality.

thanks for listening <3

I’m sorry that it ended this way anon, it sounds like you’ve been through a lot with this one.

For what it’s worth, I don’t think that this sort of situation, as awful as it is, is anything inherent in being vegan. You had fundamentally opposing worldviews, relationships between people like that can last and be good for a while, but there will always come an issue that they’ll be split on and can’t compromise. He was unfair and handled it poorly, but even had he been more patient with you and more honest, it sounds like you just weren’t right for one another.

Not every non-vegan sees us this way, and plenty of people do navigate successful relationships with non-vegans. They can’t be anti-vegan though is the issue, and from what you’ve described here, it sounds like that is very much what he was. He would need to have at least been sympathetic to veganism and have a positive outlook on animal rights in general. He’d also need to have known what your intentions would be with any children, though it’s admittedly tricky to know when to bring that up.

Dating another vegan would of course be ideal, but someone who respects you and what you believe in, and crucially is honest about that, is all you really need. Everything else can be subject to compromise, but it sounds like that key thing was what was missing from this. It sucks that you had to find out a year in, but at least you know now before it went any further.

Best of luck in the new year anon, I hope you find better things, whether that’s happiness in your own company or with someone new. Take care!

#ask #vegan #relationships

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transvicquemare · 1 year

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walks in here talk to me about system harry <- system who believes so strongly in system harry

anon we r shaking hands 🤝🤝 system harry makes me have so many feelings he reminds me of how my system works so much.. (aka i am sitting here as the host while the peanut gallery in my mind has a Lot of commentary sdfds)

i dont tend to use system roles for myself but like a LOT of his parts function as protectors (or ‘persecutors’ i guess but i feel like most persecutors are misled protectors YAKNOW), they usually try to protect him in pretty maladaptive ways but they are TRYING .. like electrochemistry trying to ‘help’ harry cope by using substances and sex. half light reads like a trauma holding protector, constantly in fight or flight, desperately trying to protect in his twisted way as well. volition is also pretty clearly reads as a protector, who is often pretty important to keeping the whole system in check (usually.. sometimes they overdo it)

AND LIKE yeah a lot of the parts kind of act as fragments who are mostly fufill one kind of job, like hand eye coordination comes to mind. BUT some of the parts to me read as like deeply complex ppl. like physical instrument is often called coach like he has a name and everything!!!! to me he reads as like a bit of a memory holder of harrys time as a gym teacher.

and ANOTHER note on the complexity is the actual interactions the parts have with each other (the compromised scene around klaasje, and the ‘mr evrart is helping me find my gun’ thing come to mind) they talk and kinda bully each other. suggestion calls volition ‘crownhead’, they can see each other in the headspace mayhap....

I DUNNO I DUNNO i could make a whole post talking abt every skill and their role within the system honestly its so interesting to me!! but man the way the system actually presents itself is relatable to me bc like Yeah there is differentiated parts but it is just more convenient to just act like one being, like we dont like to make it clear to other ppl who is talking or acting. i love systems who are very clear about that stuff!! i just dont see a lot of fictional systems who just prefer to act as like one person still, like me! and are really only open abt different parts and their names to a few people.

i think harry does open up to kim about whos who eventually and while plurality is Not well understood in elysium, kim tries his best to keep up. he takes notes :D he learns to recognize when some parts r speaking !! some of them are easier for him to recognize than others.. the system can relax around kim which probably makes it a bit easier to tell them apart bc they arent actively hiding anything .. auagah i need to keep writing my system harry fic..

ANYWAYS yea sorry that was all over the place im sick and procrastinating my coursework LOL thank u anon for giving me an excuse to start info dumping abt system harry

#IDK HOW MUCH SENSE THIS MAKES i have a cold still #if only i could write this many works abt my work that is due today #disco elysium #i think this is the first actual post ive rlly made publicly talking abt my plurality sfsdkf

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septembermorningbells · 9 days

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personal life rant under the cut sorry the quickest therapy appointment i could get was monday

okay this is fundamentally so unserious. but it has been driving me absolutely bonkers and i cannot really tell my friends about it without also driving THEM crazy also its juvenile but. here.

ok so quick lore update the girl who made me realize I was gay is one of my best friends and i met her when she directed a play i was in freshman year. this is important. realized my feelings sophmore spring and I eventually told her how I felt the fall of my junior year, when i was in another one of her plays, and she kind of flipped out bc she was studying abroad that next semester and I don't think she was in an emotional places to process everything. it was very unclear whether she actually returned my feelings and she never told me but it was a resounding 'lets just be friends!!!' regardless. after we fought for a month 🤪

ANYWAYS the next semester she goes abroad and we continue texting like every day but i eventually kind of get over it and i still love her but it transitions a bit. She comes back and we are closer than ever in the fall, we do so many things together and basically keep developing our already very close friendship.

now it's senior spring. she applied for a grant that would take her to grad school in england and of course I assumed she would get it bc she is like fantastically talented. i have briefly dated other people in the period in between but nothing really worked out and so i just resign myself to the fate of just hanging out with my friends and actually looking for love ugh when I move in september. but also at this point i know im kind of still in love with her so i was like 'enjoy this time with her because its our last semester in college and we are never getting this time back etc' and even though i want her in my life forever i knew it would be SO hard to see her go and move to another country for a while and maybe date other people. so i figured she would move and i would cry and be torn up but i would get over it. also, in the meantime, I have been entering into a bit of a flirtation with a girl we have both known for a long time (who is lovely) basically as a distraction but we both knew that it was NOT serious.

also for context: the friend is directing ANOTHER play right now that both me and flirtation girl are in. we are playing love interests.

so last wednesday she found out she didn't get the grant. me and our very good mutual friend (calling her X she will play a role later, she is also very very close with the girl lol) are SHOCKED. this means she will likely be with us on the east coast of the US with us. the following night, I go to a party with X, our friends, and the girl i have been flirting with. She makes a move on me at the party, which i wasn't quite expecting bc the play is ongoing and I am worried about making rehearsal awkward but i was like 'ok fuck it i guess isnt this what i set up i made my bed'

THEN X pulls me aside and is like 'grace wtf are you doing' and i said 'you literally knew about this and its not serious, why are you mad' and X says 'grace, she's not going to england', basically implying something about my friend and me. naturally, I freak out. I blow off the flirtation friend and basically spiral for the rest of the night and weekend. I eventually make X talk to me bc WTF

okay so the entire problem is that X can't say too much without compromising my friend which is fair. but basically X validated YEARS worth of feelings that me and my friend do not have a normal relationship, we have basically been dating for who knows how long, and heavily implied that after she found out i made out with the girl at the party she was jealous. after year(s?) of repressing my feelings this revelation obviously made me insane. BUT X was like 'you guys need to talk but you should probably wait until the play is over to do it' which is in THREE WEEKS. she said it maybe wasn't necessary but she obviously can't say too much to me and I feel bad putting her in this position but also WHAT. WHAT.

okay so. I feel like there's been a chip made in the side of the hoover dam of my fucking repression and i am having such crazy feelings and I can't really express them. I know my friend would probably prefer that we wait bc she takes her shows very very seriously (something i love about her!! so much!!!) but also we graduate in a month and i don't know if i can just not talk about what's going on for that long. also there is a fair chance we talk and we still have to just be friends which would kind of murder me (oh context her mother is like very homophobic and until this year she has been SO wary of relationships which i thought was permanent lol until X told me many repeated times that 'now it is different' WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN) but i would almost want to get that over with now????????? jesus christ.

to make things worse we are, as i stated before, graduating and so emotions are just running very high in general. we need to have this talk but I also want to have it at the right moment so things don't go to shit. but i have had a very hard time concentrating on anything. will be back to buisness soon but until then. jesus christ. just pray for me at this point idk what else to say

#*through gritted teeth*#i love being a lesbian. i love being a lesbian. i love being a lesbian.

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gg-selvish · 1 year

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sapnap/unresolved georgenap in rules

someone on retrospring asked me for sapnap's perspective in rules because it's pretty underdevlopped in the fic so here's my answer so i have it saved because it was fun to talk about

ok i. ran out of time for sapnap in rules and i will be the first to admit that. sapnaps arc isnt very as satisfyingly resolved as dreams and thats because the dnf damage was just so intense and so fresh it took priority over longterm hurt but. theres a lot there that he went through thats implied and also in my personal headcanons of unwritten lore that implications stem from that i dont describe well or explore enough in the actual fic (sorry self burn booooooo)

rules is sapnap fell first george fell harder. 100%. its established in chapter 1 that sapnap had a crush on george since they were young and it was implied that george knew about it for most of the time of their friendship because it would be brought up casually/jokingly and while george thought it was lighthearted (and, once they got together, irrelevant) it was pure torture for sapnap.

loving both of your best friends is very difficult, if you could imagine. in my head dreamnap eased into each other better than georgenap did (emotionally) but... thats not really hard to do. dream and him established probably pretty similarly to treacherous in that it didnt take too long for them to realize their feelings for each other, but in rules george is more present so they get together faster because as we all know dreamnap are kind of scared of each other while george is the worlds biggest instigator. dnn complete each other yadda yadda im getting sidetracked

so they establish that they want each other and start this relationship but we're gonna math it out. sapnap isnt getting words of affirmation (outside of e-sex like praise no i love yous) or physical touch from george. he's getting words of affirmation from dream but limited physical touch due to The Rules (wooooooo). another thing thats quick in the fic is that dreamnap kinda lock away from each other because they Want to be together and theyre Not Allowed To so u can imagine the strain that would put on all of their dynamics. theyre so close but limited to compromise with someone who cant even say i love you or touch them like its Hard bro and theres resentment that comes from that piled atop the years of teasing for feelings that sapnap can never even be sure are reciprocated are u kidding????

so not only is there this prodding and underlying making fun of sapnaps feelings at regular interverals and overall memeing on him for YEARS theres george putting him in a painful position in the relationship too. more resentment. the piles getting pretty high, huh? and then they meet. theyre together. and its george but its also someone completely different. suddenly he's being worshipped and touched like gold with the kindest words whispered and he slips into subspace and feels so safe and he loves george so much why does it have to be so hard?

so he settles for when it's not hard.

he consents to cosigning the breaking of dreams heart and lets george sleep with him alone because for just a few minutes or hours he can pretend he means something to george. because he has doubts. maybe id go so far as to say theres times where he really doesnt believe him at all. but he does believe him when he's combing fingers through his hair and letting him taste love on his tongue

i think a lot about dreamnap in oklahoma. how sapnap felt to sleep in the same bed as dream and want to be with him alone the way they were when george was on call but he cant. all the while knowing if george was in his place he could do whatever he wants because hes on another wavelength

more resentment. george always wins, isn't that so unfair?

and when sapnap comes back different. that line is important and holds a lot of weight. thats when he got tired of george being unfair and dragging him through the mud and he wanted to be strong against someone who makes him weak so he tries so hard even though hes being torn in two and he's so tired, can you imagine? so he stops the unsafe scene. more resentment builds. he's done with george. he cant take this anymore. hes ruining everything and so he pulls away from him even more

and then he gets drunk and george crawls under his skin and he fails and can you imagine how much he was beating himself in the head for that? after being so strong and maybe he felt excluded a little because of it but he wasnt being weak and then george fucking makes him weak again and dream catches him and it all blows up because he was weak

and still. even with sapnap and him on the chopping block. george does not say i love you.

sapnap defends him in the fight. and george still doesnt say it.

it takes dream taking him apart and nearly forcing vulnerability. and sure sapnap is told first but was it because of him? do you think he'll always wonder if it was always going to be dream fixing george and never him? do you think he would feel resentful about that as well?

there's a lot of negativity in him. he's been really dragged through it and treated like shit and theres a part of me who has this perspective and sees rules!george apologists and wonders if theyre thinking about any of this. if any of it is even detectable in the tiny one liners i slipped in because i was going too fast

rules is about george at face value, but it's also kind of about dream, and it's definitely about sapnap.

#suggestive text //#txt #thonking

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foxglovegames · 1 year

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Im gonna be honest with you: I adore your game and I havent been this excited for an romance game to come out since Our Life: Beginnings and Always but I have to admit, if it werent for the constant pictures you guys post of the game I would genuinely think its all a ruse to get money without actually posting a game.. Srry I know is not really a lovely ask but It wouldn’t be the first time someone does that and is honestly suspicious when the release date keeps getting delay for random things.. so i guess my question is, do we have an approximated date for when the game might be ready? Like not a pinpoint because of course that would be super hard but like a close month?

No worries, of course you're allowed to ask! :) We appreciate your excitement and understand your frustration with the wait. We're sorry if it feels a little suspicious, we try our best to be regular and active with updates to assure people that we're doing our best to get this game out as soon as possible without compromising the quality. With that said, we haven't been delaying the game for random reasons. We've said this previously (and any game dev, esp indies, will say this) but game dev is challenging and often takes longer than expected. We're newbies, there are only two of us on the core team (who can only work part-time for now), and we were far too optimistic about our initial release date. We've tried to give estimate dates in the past but it's hard to estimate when we can't predict how long each part of development is going to take as it depends on a lot of different factors (oftentimes outside our control). We don't want to keep handing out rough estimates that are not accurate and disappoint people (and ourselves) when it doesn't work out. Under different circumstances, were we working full-time and had a bigger core team, we could probably set a deadline much more confidently. Unfortunately, that's not the case and even more experienced studios have unexpected delays sometimes. We hope that doesn't sound like a bunch of excuses - it's just the honest truth. We try to be as transparent as we can be with you all, but we apologize if we ever come across as dishonest or suspicious. Please trust we want this game to be released more than anyone, and regardless of delays - we would never abandon a project. Had we wanted to abandon Trouble Comes Twice, we would have done so a long time ago and not written and coded the whole game. Regarding the release date, we're doing an update in mid-Dec/late Dec. We intend to be done coding the epilogues by then. Once the epilogues are done, there's some missing art and we need to quality test every route again + edit some scenes according to the feedback we've received from beta testers. Also, some other minor details. We'll talk about these in the update so you guys are up to date. Please feel free to send us another ask if there's anything else you're wondering about or would like to talk about.

#trouble comes twice #ask

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medievalcellphone · 5 months

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hello your astrology readings are a fascinating delight... do you have thoughts for a scorpio sun cancer moon, rising sag with first house venus in capricorn? <3 thank you if you take the time.

scorpios...... i luv u all. with that and a cancer moon you must have strong convictions and r one to stand by them. like in some areas you have an ability to compromise, tho maybe it takes you a while, in other areas you simply cannot compromise. scorpio sun plus sag rising = creative. sorry. u are creative. u might benefit artistically from collaborating with others.... you are a taste maker of sorts.

the world that your consciousness inhabits is funneled through your intuition, perception and self introspection. you are at home when it comes to emotions, even if it's analyzing from a distance. you might have some blockage trusting yourself, fulfilling your quote un quote dreams, feeling safe revealing who you are/what you want on a grander scale maybe because of a need to please, or adapt to surroundings for self preservation-y reasons. like, if something makes it easier for others you'd rather go with that. more so in a public sense.

you are really sensitive to the moods of others and can easily fall into the general vibe of whatever others are bringing to a situation. 4better or 4worse. it can be hard for you to let go of the intensity of the emotional aspects of life. don't be clinging onto past hurt, don't like text an ex, dont be assuming the worst in others. you are a loyal person, you are a sentimental person, this chart really gives firmly planted in making sense of the world and doing the best you can with it. cancer moons are always deeply caring and incredibly understanding. but a placement with the tendency to be moody?

first house venus is wild bro in capricron at that! you crave stability in a relationship most of all. maybe it is hard to express your love, or deal with any sort of emotional/romantic uncertainty. you might be afraid of sharing yourself and your thoughts. maybe there is a fear of being the first one to say something. but venus in the first house is a great placement, you have an inherently magnetic/attractive personality. cap venus really enforces the moon in cancer um, like i said, big self preservation vibe. i would assume when it comes to taking care of yourself, you might recede into hermit the tarot card mode. the people you love you love very very intensely- they might feel like your only real sense of security.. something that is super important to hang onto. if you really really rEAlly trust someone, you let them in entirely. but most of the time u tend to project an image of being strong and end up working through emotions privately which can be badddd. talk to ppl more share things more.

ahh! so this is a concentrated chart. not like the chart shape but just. this comes across as a person with incredible focus when they find a place/whatever places they apply themselves to. but like. it has to be the right thing. this chart has purpose and depth of understanding, a guarded and very protective of oneself and others. fixation on one thing/tunnel vision sounds like a potential problem. that could be in many areas. don't romanticize the past! rely on your cautiousness but don't give into it.

i feel like i made this sound so intense, i don't mean 2 at all. scorpios aren't at all self serious they're just really perceptive, and with intensified perception comes a certain aura of Deep Thoughts (fixed ass sign). and all this being said, sag risings are so fun to be around, bright personalities, brings the fun with them, adventurous, everyone needs a friend with a sag rising im so serious. this is what ur chart is wearing in my mind:

here is a a song and another song and a movie

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rookiesbookies · 2 years

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Bruce tries to learn to understand the thought process on why some people deserve to die.

OK link to where this idea came from this is for @icntblvfreudwasrite I’ll be returning your brian cells soon. It’s 1 am when im starting this so LETS GO.

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“Master Bruce,” the britsh butler’s accident rang out in the kitchen, “must I understand why you are sleepless on your night off?” Alfred took the cup off coffee away from Bruce, replacing it with some decaf tea.

“Just thinking about Jason again.”

“May I ask what about?”

“His methods- since he came back. I feel like in a way if I had corrected him more, if I had known why he thinks this way, maybe I could have stopped it- stopped him from getting like this and if I had-”

“Master Bruce, you’re being absurd. You had no clue Master Jason would turn this way and he’s not wrong either. Approaching situations differently is quiet healthy. Especially when it is a team effort!” Alfred poured himself a cup, knowing this would probably be a long conversation- but one that needed to be had none the less. “The important part is that Master Jason isn’t killing random thugs. He is killing mad men, who you have tried you bloody best to help, Master Bruce! He has shown great efforts toward compromise with you as well which is a fine lot to see! So while he may not stop using guns- he’s more careful where he shoots and is quite a bit more open to rubber bullets.”

“Alfred, I just am worried that he’s crossed the threshold and won’t be able to come back because killing is to easy-”

“Your boy is living proof that that line can be walked. Master Jason is proof that you can come back from that line. He strives day in and day out to prove that to you as well to prove himself- and prove it to himself.”

—OH LOOK A MAGICAL FLACHBACK BROUGH TO US BY RED ROBIN SAYING YUM IN THE REDROBIN COMERCIALS CUZ IM TOO TIRED TO WRITE A TRANSITION RN—

The dark haired teen plopped himself at the kitchen counter after struggling to reach the cereal with his injuries. The past two nights had been sleepless for younger Jason, he had a bruise on his ribs from a fight prior in the week that was killing him which didn’t assist with his insomniac tendencies.

“Master Jason- what are you doing up at this hour. You’re on bed rest-”

“Yeah, yeah, Alfred, I know.” Jason stared into his empty bowl. “Just had a midnight craving and I can’t reach the cereal without hurting again.”

Alfred pursed his lip together. “Another fight with Master Bruce, I’m going to assume.”

“How could you tell?”

“You only reach for Master Richard’s cereal when you fight with him. You usually eat toast for breakfast.”

Jason was shocked at his own predictability.

“Well, are you going to tell me what the fight was bloody about- or must I guess?”

“I asked why we can’t kill. I don’t want to kill thugs or anyone innocent- I want to take out the bad ones like the Joker who carved that big J into Dick’s back or- or Slade who terrorized Dick for years and has tried to kill Bruce twice!” Alfred listened to Jason’s rant and portioned him a small snack of cereal.

It was one of those super sugar bomb cereals with all the chocolate and sugar costing a kid could ask for- some off brand kind Dick ate in the circus that Bruce had flown in for him every onces in a while. Jason added some 2% milk to it, he couldn’t stand whole milk for some reason, the viscosity messed with him for some reason- and he was by no reason a picky eater it was just that which gave him issues.

Alfred put the milk away and handed Jason a spoon.

“I don’t even want to kill Dent, there’s just some people that you can’t help. Why doesn’t Bruce accept that?” Jason shoveled a bite into his mouth and began chewing. “Like it’s not that difficult!”

“Master Jason- not with your mouth full.”

“Sorry.”

Alfred put a hand on Jason’s left hand, his right hand- which was his dominant hand shoved cereal into his mouth.

“I understand your frustrations with Master Bruce’s rule. But perhaps it’s not to stop you, perhaps it’s a coping mechanism after seeing Master Thomas and Mistress Martha shot?”

Jason’s brows furrowed, Bruce never said he watched his parents die. He only knew they were dead.

“I-…”

“You didn’t know, Master Jason?”

“Yeah…”

“I assumed so.” Alfred put away the cereal box, “now finish up your cereal, I want you tucked up in your bed before Master Bruce is home.”

“Yes sir.”

#jason todd #batfam #redhood #robin #batman #alfred #alfred is the best character #i love alfred #alfred pennyworth

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astrolaurical · 1 year

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Looked through all your #life in korea posts and I have to say it: this is soooo refreshing. Finally someone who’s a fan but also can say things as they are. I’ve been following your blog for a while but didn’t look at the tag before so I just found out. It is exactly what I always say when I talk to other kpop fans and especially bts stans: dont forget to look at them as men bc at the end of the day this is what they are, men. Men from a very misogynistic country. Also (maybe bc im christian but idk) dont really like the term “idol”, it makes it easier to forget they are human beings. Human beings with crazy talents, amazing entertainers and great musicians, yes. But why is it considered so bas when you point out the human aspects of them?

https://at.tumblr.com/astrolaurical/like-jungkook-really-does-seem-like-a-bit-of-a/a2awocxguurv

When it comes to jungkook tho, it is so much worse. So many delulus thinking defending him will make them his girlfriend, when they just look so… ignorant? I think is the best word. They dont know and dont want to know. And it is even worse when you see it happen in conversations in real life and not just online. Majoring in Languages and Cultures it is one of the first things they teach you to not glorify a culture and to not indulge in the “honeymoon phase” when travelling, to see things in context and from all perspectives. So it is even more surprising to see colleagues at university studying my same subjects, acting so rude and personally offended when you let them notice these REAL things. so crazy to see so many people turn a blind eye when it comes to their favorite kpop stars. Jungkook is great and so talented and so handsome but he is also a korean man and it is ok to see him for that. You’re not a hater if you acknowledge it. (Sorry for my english, not native)

YES TO ALL THIS

I minored in anthropology and they always harped that same thing so I’ve always had a kind of detached way of viewing cultures which helps to separate me from my own American culture to see the positives and negatives and can then do the same to others while finding common links in all.

I was a major stan of 1D. Then they all started excessively partying, especially during the Midnight Memories era. Like there were pics of my beloved Harry peeing in the bushes with his translucent white butt out for the world to see. That was when I was like whoa, Simon Cowell is losing his grip on the PR side of them it seems. And then it all went downhill from there. Fighting on Twitter. The random baby they concocted for Louis that disappeared. More drunken nights out and being caught with illegal substances.

That was when I was like: I was infatuated with the MARKETING of these boys. They showed their true colors and I don’t like it AT ALL. Like if we hung out in real life I would be MISERABLE because I don’t party. It was a huge wake up call to idol life and ever since then I take everything with a grain of salt and whenever I see any celeb do an interview I decode their words through the lens of how someone not media trained might say it.

And bts have shown their partying sides before. Remember In the Soop s2 where Jimin got so wasted that he hurt himself?? I could easily see Harry being replaced by Jimin in that photo. They both are charming and like to make others laugh. And who’s to say that BTS don’t have photos of each other in compromising positions like that. Hobi has that huge hard drive of pics. And RM showed how he struggles with his true self VS his idol self in the latest Run BTS episode. I think that is a PERFECT example of how they really cover up their true selves all the time.

#ask #one direction #harry styles #bts #life in korea

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