#also how did he not notice the copy+pasted words when he was reading them out loud?

[lord-of-the-ducks]

I don’t really give a shit about James Somerton, but apparently he claimed that he Did A Plagiarism because of a head injury he had as a kid + ADHD, so he would just copy and paste paragraphs and then forget to rewrite them.

And as someone who was ALSO hospitalized for a head injury as a child, and ALSO has ADHD (with one of my primary symptoms being memory loss), I feel uniquely qualified to fight him on this because I have never done a plagiarism.

#also how did he not notice the copy+pasted words when he was reading them out loud? #did he sincerely believe he wrote those himself? #I call bullshit #fight me James #james somerton #anyway fun fact before I got diagnosed with ADHD I had a meltdown because I thought the head trauma was why I was Like This #and my mom was like ‘oh sweetie you were Like This your entire life’ #but I still like to say that I’m a dumbass because I dropped myself on the head as a child

[changisworld]

Skz biggest kinks & pleasures (maknae line)

18+,MDNI, I’m not putting smut warnings as a surprise for readers but it’s all just smut, don’t read if underage

ONLY CONTENT WARNING ILL GIVE IS ONE OF THE KINKS HAVE PISS!!!

Word count;3,335

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

main masterlist here

hyung line version here

**this is not proofread so sorry for any errors x**

HAN JISUNG: COCK & BALL TORTURE

I genuinely cannot imagine Han having a dominant bone in his body & also cannot ever imagine this guy being 'vanilla' in the SLIGHTEST!! Whenever you guys have sex, he is always shaking, whining & drooling absolutely everywhere & he hasn't got a single bit of shame.

You both experimented sexually within the first three times you slept together. You have both experimented with vibrators, strap-ons, handcuffs, wax etc & it did the trick.. until it didn't. Han could orgasm from these things, don't get me wrong, but since he had gotten 'used' to these things, he hadn't gotten bored or anything but you could sense he wanted more now.

You have just put the small stick candle onto the bedside table after letting it drip onto his abs & perky pecs as he is handcuffed to the bedpost, his face red as he squirms slightly, humming as the wax dries into his skin, cooling down.

You settle in between his legs before crawling up his small frame, your knees touching his balls as you kiss him (full of tongue & spit obviously) when your knee moves & puts a lot of pressure on his poor, filled balls & he squeals into his mouth. You instantly move your knee & sit up, both of your eyes wide, but for different reasons.

You are scared in case you genuinely hurt him as you look down at the site, but you then notice an even bigger puddle of precum on his lower stomach, his cock twitching & jumping as he blushes, boba eyes staring at the same thing you are.

"Did you like that Hannie?" you question, voice raising at the end, not wanting to do something & scare him. His mouth opens but he stutters for a few seconds. "Uhh, I-I don't know, it's new" he word vomits out, cheeks & ears getting more impossibly red as he looks into your eyes, trying to see your reaction.

You hum at his response before your hand reaches down & you take his balls into your hand before squeezing them, not too hard but there is still force behind it which makes him hiss as his hips jerk up, his cock dribbling at the tip which makes you chuchkle.

"My baby likes having his balls hurt, hmm? what about your pretty penis too, Hannie?" you question as you put more pressure on his balls as you flick the head of his cock a few times, making him thrust his hips as he tries to escape but also get more of the feeling. He nods enthusiastically, tilting his head to hide his reactions as much as he can despite handcuffs making him unable to use his arms to cover his face.

You don't like the way he is hiding his pretty reactions so you slap his dick with the back of your hand which makes his head jolt back to its original position, making you smirk. "Tell me if it's too much, mkay? Sit pretty f'me." you tell him, joking since you know he's not going anywhere. You get off the bed & dig through the bedside drawer & return holding a small cock ring, much tighter than any other one you have both tried, never having the right moment to try it.. until now.

You straddle his thighs, you slowly grind to feel friction as you struggle due to how much the man beneath you is hissing & squirming around but eventually roll the cock ring down to the bottom of his shaft, it beginning to turn a dark reddish/ purple colour almost instantly which makes you both drool, only hans drool actually leaves his lips.

You lean over & begin kissing his soft lips as you begin to lightly dig your nails into his cock as you drag it up & down, digging harder the closer to the tip you get. He struggles to kiss you back & loud but muffled whines escape his lips, his hips jolting & his cock twitching uncontrollably. "P-pinch my b-balls y/nnie, pu-pulease" he begs, hair almost blocking his view due to how much it's sticking to him. "You're so dirty Hannie, so slutty." you remark before beginning to kiss his neck as you do as he asks, sucking a few hickies into his neck as you begin pinching his full balls before slapping them, then repeating the motion & you're convinced you can orgasm from his noises alone.

His bottom lip is the same colour as his cheeks now from all the nibbling on it he has been doing, his eyes watering & his cheeks getting stained from the tears, not even having one thought in his head anymore, which you notice.

You sit up as his legs begin thrashing around, shaking as you use your other hand to start flicking the tip of his cock, residue sticking to your fingers coming from the area as you start to pinch in a rougher way, twirling the skin in your hands as you look at Jisung, in his own world.

"This is all it took to get you all floaty? You're so weird for enjoying this, you're seriously gonna cum from getting your dick slapped?" you laugh as you ask him, not actually meaning what you're saying seeing since you could probably fill a glass with your own juices you're that turned on. You admire Han, not even expecting an answer, drool puddling the pillow as more drool is drying into his chin, just to have even more drool cover it, his cheeks soaked with tears & also sweat.

You put his entire cock in your hand as you tighten your hand around it as much as you can & he lets out a squeal as you begin jerking him off & despite his cock literally purple because of the cock ring, you are convinced the cock ring didn't do a good job as he cums in record time, it spurting out ropes of it all over your hand & his tummy, him rattling the handcuffs, trying to get away from the sensation as his eyes completely roll back, panting heavily.

You let him ride out his high & you quickly remove the cock ring, trying to not overstimulate him too much since its the poor babys first time experiencing this before you lick the cum off his tummy to avoid having to leave him before crawling beside him & letting him nuzzle his face into your chest, before falling asleep almost instantly.

FELIX: MARKING

Nothing turns Felix on more than being able to have a constant reminder you belong to each other & what better way to show one another off when you're not together than having a hickey or two on your necks?

I can't be 100% sure if he enjoys giving or receiving them more but if i had to pick one, I'd say he enjoys giving them more seeing since he has more freedom to choose wherever he wants, unlike you seeing since he is still an idol, meaning you need to be way more cautious which makes him sad since he would do anything to have loads of hickies littered all over his neck.

You are straddled on top of Felix as your lips are locked together as your lips are locked together & he is playing with your puffy clit. You are grinding against his fingers as your eyebrows are furrowed together, letting out small gasps as his fingers are working like magic.

"Fefe, inside, pretty please." you mumble through kisses & who is he to deny you? He slides his ring finger inside your wet walls as he prods around a bit to find the gummy spot & despite him having short fingers, he is good with them & only takes a few seconds to find it & as he does, he slides a second finger inside too, rings touching your lips which makes you twitch due to the coldness.

You start whimpering & you break the kiss & start to grind against his fingers as you clench around him, making him swallow deeply. He takes this opportunity to begin kissing your jawline & working his way down as he helps you work yourself towards the first of probably very many orgasms.

His lips suction to your neck as he lets his teeth take a few playful bites which make you twitch from the slight tickle, making you giggle a bit which he returns. He litters some kisses around the left side of your neck before lightly pushing your head so he can access the right size before doing the same thing.

He begins to suck on your neck, humming at the light scent of the perfume you put on earlier in the day & also because of the taste of your skin, you both think he's addicted to it.

Your fingers wiggle their way into his hair as you lightly push at his head, somehow wanting him even closer to your neck as you melt further into him if that is even possible.

You can feel his teeth grazing every once in a while against your skin which makes you leak even more arousal as you tense up as your orgasm washes over you, Felix holding onto your waist to keep you from falling off his lap due to the amount your legs are wobbling on each side of him.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Felix slips his fingers out of you & you guide his hand up to your mouth before sucking your own juices off of him as he smirks at your reddened face, admiring it.

"So pretty f'me aren'cha babe? Made you a new necklace too, want you to give me some on my thighs, princess. pleeeaaasseee" he flutters his eyelashes to you as he give you his iconic beautiful smile. You hum a 'yes' response before you're sliding off of him, legs still a bit like jelly as you pull his sweatpants down, him raising his hips to make it easier for you, pulling his boxers down too with them.

You begin to jerk him off slowly as you kiss his balls & thighs before you begin nibbling on them playfully, before giving him the same, dark purple marks he just gave you as he lets out hums of approval, giving you butterflies.

SEUNGMIN: PISS

The reason you & Seungmin have always got on well sexually is because of how much you both have in common when it comes to kinks & how much you both love to explore together, & that is how you both eventually found out how hot you both find piss to be during sex. It started off with how much & how dying he was to help you squirt & it just developed from there.

Seungmin is laying on his back with his head on the pillows of your shared bed as you are sitting on his face (another one of his biggest pleasures is eating pussy while barely being able to breath because duh) grinding against him as his tongue is working its magic, pushing you towards your second orgasm within the last five minutes.

You are whimpering out above him, pulling on his hair to get him impossibly closer to your dripping core as his hands have a firm grip on your ass cheeks, fondling them in his fingers as he tongue fucks you.

"Min-Minnie, g'na cum." you push the words out as the feeling begins to bubble over, but before it has a chance to fully do so, he removes his tongue & pushes your hips up so you're now hovering above his face as you basically scream from the frustration as you can feel the almost orgasm dissapearing again.

"You know what I want before I let you cum, baby. Don't be so nervous, we both want it, mkay? Wanna taste you as much as possible. You deserve to let go, so good for me all the time." he says to you in a soft tone as he gives your ass cheek a small slap before letting you sit back on his face.

Despite everything you have tried together, pissing on him has always made you shy, but he always reassures you before, during & after.

He begins to suckle on your clit this time, slurping up all your juices as his spit mixes with it. He lets out small moans & grunts at your taste as one of his hands leave your ass to come around to your lower stomach before he begins prodding at it & putting pressure on it, hinting at you what he truly wants.

You try to hold off for a little while longer but the added pressure makes it impossible & you let go. Your golden stream begins to dribble out of you & straight into Seungmins mouth & face, making him moan at the taste of you, but he can tell you're holding back. He bites your clit & you yelp before your piss begins to spray out, making him hum in satisfaction.

Your moans get twice as loud as they were a minute or so prior as you see your piss now soaking his face & towel beneath you, along with his hair now getting wet, the same as your fingers since they are still weaved through it & your orgasm hits you like a car. Your legs shake around his head as your stream & also orgasm comes to a stop.

Your breathing is erratic as you take deep breaths, hair stuck to your now shiny face. "Such an angel for me y/n" he breathes out, panting as he helps reposition you so you're now on the only dry patch of the bed as he leans in & kisses you, your orgasm & piss soaked all into his chin & cheeks. You taste yourself on his tongue & it makes you moan quietly.

Your hand worms its way down into his boxers but you can feel a big wet, sticky patch which makes you break the kiss & look down & the result makes you chuckle. "You came in you underwear for me Seungmin? I'm honoured." he 'tuts' before beginning to blush. "You expected me to be able to hold off when you just did that to me? You're insane." he murmurs before kissing your neck while playing with your hair.

JEONGIN: OVERSTIMULATION

Is this any surprise at all.. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS FINGERS? they're made for pleasure i swear, they're so long & just hkvedbvbv. I feel like poor Innie is still a bit too nervous to try anything too 'taboo' or 'out there' but the things you have both agreed & have tried together, you both love.

You're on the bed laying on your back as his fluffy hear & gorgeous face is between your thighs for the third separate time that day. He is making out with your clit sloppily as he has three fingers buried inside you, scissoring in & out of your leaky opening, driving you towards your second orgasm from just this session alone & to say you're a moaning mess is an understatement.

You're uncontrollably squirming on the bed & your legs are thrashing around as you're babbling random swear words & his name as but he is keeping you grounded by having a firm grip on your pelvis with his free hand as your fingers are pulling on his pretty locks.

"Innie, gonna cum again." you whimper out as your back arches off the bed as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your pussy not getting a break even for a second as Jeongins fingers keep pistoning in & out of you & his tongue simply swallows your juice & orgasm while continuing the same pace.

Your orgasm fades but the sensation doesn't. If anything, it intensifies as the over sensitivity takes over, which makes you begin to hiss & grumble. "Too-too much Innie." you pant as your fingers do their best to pull his hair & face out from your dripping hole. "Cmon, y/nnie.. you've only orgasmed twice today, can't even just take one more, hmm?" he questions, knowing you can't say no. You've already orgasmed twelve times today & you both know this but he knows you'll do anything to please him.

You give a weak nod & he gives you a cheeky smile before diving straight back in, fingers speeding up & him taking your swollen bud back into his mouth, suckling on it before moving down to make out with your other set of lips. Your squeals are bouncing off each wall in the house no doubt & your third orgasm of the past twenty minutes washes over you as you begin trembling & shaking so much Innie decides to take pity on you & unlatches himself as he gives your swollen pussy a small slap.

You are in the middle of trying to get your breath back as Jeongin grabs a pillow & places it next to you before moving you so you're hips are now resting on it & your ass is facing upwards.

"spread your legs a bit for me, hunny. You can take it, can't you? I'm so hard for you y/nnie." he groans out as he jerks himself off behind you as he helps you move your legs just enough so he can slot himself in between as he spits onto his cock for extra lube as he drags the tip of his cock up & down your burning sensitive folds, making you hiss.

He begins pushing in & the hair gets caught in your chest as he bottoms out, releasing an animalistic groan. Once he feels you clench around him a few times, he begins to start a sharp pace & you begin to bite the duvet to try silence your screams.

His long cock hits the same G-spot that his fingers have been abusing all day & it makes you yelp as you reach back & push your hand against his pelvis, trying to stop him from going as deep but he quickly yanks your wrist away before holding it against your lower back as he leans over you, back to chest as he moves your hair out of your face to kiss your cheeks as he keeps fucking into you.

"I-innie too- too much, too big, s-slow down." You whimper as your eyes scrunch closed, trying your best to hold on as much as you can to give Jeongin the chance to orgasm. "You can do it hunny, just stop running from it n take it mkay? You're clenching so tight around me y/n, so good." You get all flustered & get butterflies in your belly at his words & you keep whining as your toes begin curling as your now forth orgasm hits you & Jeongin lets out a deep moan as he cums too after feeling how tightly you clench around him & you feel the warm liquid fill you which makes your orgasm go that extra bit further.

You both lay like this for a minute, catching your breath back before he pulls out & you let out a deep sigh. Jeongin begins to move off of you but you reach & take him by the arm & using the rest of your strength to pull him back down. "stay like this, you're like a big weighted blanket." you mumble out, eyes feeling as heavy as rocks.

Jeongin chuckles before kissing your cheek but getting off you regardless & shuffling down back to your pussy, looking at the cum dripping out along with your slick. "I'll have my dinner first then we can cuddle as long as you want, jagi, okay?" he giggles before sticking his tongue out & beginning to kitten lick your pussy again. You knew this is a long night.

#skz smut #stray kids #seungmin #jeongin #felix #han jisung #skz scenarios #skz #skz x reader #stray kids imagine #seungmin smut #jisung smut #felix smut #kpop smut #smut #straykids hard thoughts #straykids x reader #straykids #changbin #hyunjin #bang chan #lee know

[lost-between-letters]

Let's Go Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x wife!teacher!Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @lelapine

Word Count: 1,220

Summary: you work as a teacher at the local high school and often stay later than you mean to. Luckily, you've got a husband who checks his watch regularly

A/N: this isn't spell checked (as almost everything I write) so read at your own risk. Also, sorry if the ending feels off, i couldn't decide where to cut off (and yes, that student is who you think he is, I couldn't resist)

"I just don't know how I'm supposed to see this stuff on my own," Steve raked his hand through his hair and stared down at the essay lying between them, "I'm sorry Mrs. W."

Y/N sighed and put down the red pen she'd used to circle in the more outstanding motives in her copy of Macbeth. They've been through various versions of this exchange now over the past few weeks. "It's okay, Steve. Not everyone's going to major in English lit."

"But I've got to pass this class!" There was a desperation in his voice she hadn't expected. The poor boy looked about two D minuses from outright begging.

This wasn't how Y/N envisioned her night to be going when she heard the knock on her classroom door. An hour after her last class. Steve had been coming to her fairly regularly for his essays once she'd realised that he'd need the extra help, but today, he was downright frantic.

So she refrained from putting her head on the table right next to his and instead forced her tired eyes to stay open and show the trust she had in him and his admittedly mediocre english lit abilities. They were enough to get by, and Y/N knew that not everyone of her students would get the appeal of her subject.

"And you will," Y/N said calmly.

"But I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing!" Steve told the wooden table. His voice was muffled by his hands.

"Who does anyway?" A voice came from the doorway.

Y/N looked up sharply, a surprised smile spreading across her face. "Sam! What are you doing here?"

Sam smiled right back at her and walked until he could look over at what they were working on.

"It's late," he said simply, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, "and I got worried."

Oh. Y/N checked her watch and came to the realisation that, yes, she'd just spent the last three hours here. Instead of home. Where she had been supposed to be about two hours ago.

Steve's head shot off the table, eyes wide. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Mrs Winchester."

"It's okay," she said, looking up at her husband as guilt settled behind her ribs. He must've been waiting for her, "I'm happy to help you."

"I think you both need a break, though," Sam said and squeezed her shoulders.

Steve all but shot out of his seat and gathered his things. His hands were frantic, almost shaking. Y/N watched him, a frown on her lips. She had noticed that before on Steve. "Yes, sir. Sorry for keeping Mrs Winchester so long."

Y/N got up as well, gathering her things as Sam stood there and watched them, brows furrowed in concern. It was clear that that wasn't a thing he'd come prepared for. Finding her slumped over a stack of papers to grade? Wouldn't be the first time. But a teenager falling over his feet apologising for needing extra classes? Not so much.

"It's okay. I kept my teachers back plenty, must've driven them half mad with all my questions." He was putting on his 'Dean-voice', Y/N noticed with a smile and tucked herself into his side. It had been a long day.

"Always been a curious one, that one," she agreed as Sam took her bag from her shoulder, "he keeps asking me questions about you guys' papers even now. Total nerd."

"Guilty as charged."

That did the trick. Steve laughed, and his shoulders sunk just a fraction.

They walked out of the building together, Sam telling Steve a few heavily censored stories about his own school time. Y/N listened in, nodding along whenever Steve looked to her for confirmation and otherwise stayed quietly tucked under Sam's arm.

Once they reached Sam's car, Y/N all but collapsed into the passenger seat. And stayed there.

Sam chuckled when he saw her almost lying there and ran his knuckles over her cheek, soft amusement in his eyes. "Long day?"

"Too long," she groaned and turned into his touch.

"Then let's get you home."

Y/N hummed in agreement.

For a while, there was only the rumble of the car, and Sam's even breathing that broke the silence. It was such a domestic moment, his hand now resting on her knee, the dark scenery passing her window, that it was becoming a fight to keep her eyes open. Y/N surrendered easily and rested her head against the window. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Anytime, baby."

Y/N hummed again and suppressed a yawn.

"That Steve kid," Sam stopped and looked at her sideways, worry in his eyes, "is he alright?"

"hope so," Y/N yawned again and wiggled a bit until she was in a more comfortable position, "he's gonna pass my classes 'nd I'm tryin' to check in on him as much as possible."

"Something we'll have to keep an eye on?"

"Nah, just shitty parents and bein' a teenager, I think," Y/N mumbled, "'m gonna rip his dad a new one if i get to meet him, though."

Sam snorted. "Remind me to be present for that."

Y/N nodded and rested her head back against the window. That day would be a good day.

At some point, Sam turned on the radio and let the familiar tunes wash over both of them. His eyes were steady on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee, a solid presence. It wasn't a long drive back to the bunker, but it was enough time to create a comfortable little bubble that Sam found himself sinking into. If he hadn't been driving, it would've surely lulled him to sleep at some point.

And that was exactly what it did to Y/N. She was sleeping peacefully by the time they got home, so Sam shut his own door quietly and walked around to the passenger side.

He carefully untangled the strap of her bag from her legs and then leaned over to gather her up in his arms.

Y/N huffed softly once he picked her up but only turned into his chest with a quiet "Sam?"

"I got you, Baby," he murmured and kissed her forehead.

She sighed, apparently satisfied with that reply, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sam carried her slowly to their room, making sure not to jostle her too much now that she was sleeping. Once there, he carefully placed her down on the bed and crouched to take off her shoes before draping the duvet over her curled up body.

He was just about to go and get ready for bed himself when Y/N sat up, blinking up at him confusedly. "Where're you goin'?"

"Brushing my teeth," he smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on her nose, "get back to sleep."

Y/N pouted and pulled the blanket higher. "Hurry."

Sam did just that and climbed into bed with her not two minutes later. Dental hygiene was overrated anyway.

It didn't take long for Y/N to wrap her entire body around him. Actually, his head hadn't even fully hit the pillow yet. He chuckled quietly.

"Love you," Y/N mumbled into his neck, apparently oblivious to his amusement.

He kissed her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist, getting comfortable as well. "Love you too."

"Night Sam."

"Night, Y/N."

#sam x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural fanfiction

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 25 eyeliner | words: 819

tw: child abuse, blood, mentions of violence in the past

James was going mad, and it was all Walburga’s doing.

It all started when Regulus finally got out of this horrible imitation of a home. The boy was barely past his sixteenth birthday at the time; when he fell out of the Potters' fireplace, Regulus looked even worse than Sirius did the night he ran away. The older brother has been beaten up badly but could manage to stand on his own; on the other hand, the night the younger brother got out, he was fighting for a breath like a man drowning; his whole face was swollen and covered in blood.

When Regulus appeared in their living room, only James and Sirius were home. At the sight of him, they both panicked to the point where they forgot how to think. All Sirius could do was turn Regulus onto his back and hold his head so the younger boy wouldn’t choke on his own blood while crying and begging anyone who would listen to keep his baby brother alive. At the same time, James was running around the house, looking for something—anything—to help his best friend’s brother.

Thankfully, Effie and Monty arrived only a few minutes after Regulus, and as soon as they processed what was happening, they took all three boys to St. Mungo’s.

Not even a week later, Regulus looked like nothing had ever happened to him. At first, all he did around the house was eat, sleep, and argue with Sirius, but as time passed, the arguments turned into talks and helping each other. James didn’t have to ask to know the Black Brothers were trying to fix their relationship; he saw it in the way Sirius talked about Reggie and how he started bringing the younger boy with them on nights out and letting him into his own world. The change was noticeable in Regulus, too; he opened up a little, spent time with James’ parents, and started trying out muggle stuff like records, Polaroid, or cigarettes. Maybe James didn’t know him well, but he understood that those little things were important both for Sirius and Regulus.

In the first half of August, when Regulus was at their house for a little over a month, James found him sitting on a bench in their backyard. He was reading ‘Crime and Punishment’ Effie gave him, while James’ own copy waited to be read under his arm.

“Do you like it?” the Gryffindor asked, taking a seat next to Regulus.

The boy raised his head slowly, evidently reading the last few words on that page. When their eyes met, James literally lost his mind. Not only that, he also lost his ability to hear, feel, and think—everything except for seeing—because right there in front of him sat the boy he always found beautiful, yet at that moment James couldn’t come up with anything as mesmerising as Regulus’ silvery eyes outlined with heavy black. This mix must’ve outshined the star Regulus was named after. James felt like he could fly just by looking into those eyes; he started thinking of a son-

“Potter? Are you quite alright?” A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled James out of his haze. He blinked once, twice, and a third time for good measure before he closed his mouth (When did I even open them?), swallowed thickly, and mumbled something unintelligible. It was Regulus’ time to blink. After a second, the boy burst out into a loud laugh. “Oh god, Potter, come on! It’s just a little bit of eyeliner; Sirius wears it all the time!” Reg kept laughing, still holding James’ shoulder.

“Yeah,” the older boy managed to spit out when the other started calming down. “But he doesn’t look half as good as you do.” Regulus froze, the grin on his face turning into a sheepish little smile, a pretty pink creeping up his pale cheeks. “Oh,” James started, wondering why he’d said that. “I—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable; I’m so, so very sorry, I—"

“That’s alright, James. I’m-“ The younger boy cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I’m glad you like it,” he finished, biting his lower lip and still smiling a bit.

James, whose smile was normally big and bright, smiled shyly at Regulus.

“Do you mind if I-?” he pointed at his book. The younger Black looked over at him and shook his head slightly.

“Not at all; we can discuss the story later, if you’d like?” It came out as a question more than a statement, so James nodded once and started reading from where he finished last night.

The silence surrounding them was comforting—just a little buzz of bugs flying around and wind rustling leaves on an apple tree a bit ahead of them. Surrounded by all of it and still slightly nervous from earlier, neither of them noticed the glances they were stealing at each other.

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #walburga's a+ parenting #angst/comfort #by: allyeardepression #hogwarts au #fluff #hurt/comfort

[amyispxnk]

I'd do whatever I could do

Summary - you're staying with Joel now, trying to figure yourself out and leaving the QZ to visit some of his friends

A/N: oh my god, I finally did it y'all - finally made the part two for this 👏 Also, I was going through the lyrics of this song and I kind of realised just how daddy issues Joel it is. I'm not gonna list them, but there are definitely a good few lines that stuck out to me. A part 3 might be simmering. We'll see.

Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (could probably be read as GN tho?)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, PTSD, alcohol mention, language, angst, pet names, comfort, paternal issues, very brief mention of a gun

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Part 1 here

You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in a few seconds after he slammed the door behind him, immediately shrinking back into the couch where you'd previously been sat staring into space, whilst he told you things about his day.

Your eyes darted up at him quickly, lip quivering already. You still didn't know exactly why. Why small things like him touching you too abruptly, raising his voice (never at you, but for some reason it still affected you), loud noises like a door slamming, affected you. But they really did, and he'd come to notice it after only a few days of you staying with him.

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He came back home after a long, difficult, tiring deal. Since your arrival and staying at his place had been so recent, his old habits remained. One of them was to practically shout and stomp his foot in anger as soon as he got back from a trade went south, a bad day out.

"Fuck!" He had gritted through clenched teeth as he threw his bag on the floor, deadset on getting into the kitchen to his whisky to muffle the frustration of the day.

You froze in complete fear and horror as he rounded the corner, his eyes immediately falling onto your trembling figure, clutching the little food packet in one of your hands as your own eyes stared back at him, bulging out of their sockets.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps towards you - not expecting you to immediately drop the packet and raise your hands in front of you, almost cowering before him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Joel p-please, I don't-" You stuttered, eyes welling up with tears as you flinched when he took another, more careful, step towards you, already apologising even though you didn't know what you had done.

"Hey, hey, hey. 's okay," he soothed. "C'mere sweetheart. It's okay." And somehow the sound of his voice, so gentle just for you, comforted you immediately.

You stepped into his open arms, body shaking hard with sobs as you choked on your own tears. "I'm sorry." You said, muffled into the fabric of his flannel.

"I told you it's okay. What happened, sweet girl?" He hugged you tight, right hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your back.

"I don't know." You murmured, unsure of what set you off so badly.

"It's okay baby, we'll figure it out. You're okay now."

--

That was the first time it had happened, now you were here again. He'd slammed the door, although he wasn't angry. It was just something he did out of habit to ensure it closed properly, but after he saw you shaking like before on the couch, his brows knitted in worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder as you turned to face him slightly, jolting - not as aggressively as you used to - at the touch.

"Nothing. Just- you slammed the door. I think it's one of those.. trigger things you were talking about."

Naturally, Joel had racked his mind and scoured the dozen odd books he had in his apartment to try remember anything about this kind of mental health issue and the things you'd gone through, finally landing on some sort of PTSD. He'd explained it as best he could to you, telling you that the things like someone raising their voice at you and loud noises were 'triggers', things that reminded you of the times with your dad and made you feel that same fear you'd feel with him all over again.

"Right." He nodded, brushing your hair back and out of your eyes a bit. "'m sorry, sweetheart. I'll try not to do it again, yeah?"

You hummed a noise of agreement, making a space beside you for him to sit down on the couch.

He did so and cleared his throat. "Got some news," he began "'s nothin' big, really. Just thought you oughta have a bit of notice."

You turned to face him a little more as he looked up and met your eyes. "I have this deal, with a guy in Lincoln, and I'm due to go see him next week." He told you.

"So.. you're leaving?" You questioned, trying not to seem too hurt by it.

"No, no. I mean- if you don't want to come with me, then yeah, but I'll be back within the month. I just.. don't feel too safe leavin' you here." He explained, and you nodded.

"I don't want you to go. I'll- I'll come with you." You mumbled, and he gently tilted your head up to face him again.

"You're gonna be okay out there? Y'ever been out of the QZ before?" He asked. If you hadn't ever been outside then things could be quite difficult. It would be scary for a young thing like you. Not only that, but you had your triggers, and the gunfire paired with the infected would surely set one of them off - that's why he'd tried putting the entire trip off, but he had to go. That was how he made his living around here, he needed those supplies.

"Mmhm. I've also killed a few infected before, if you're worried about that. Not gonna be completely useless, I'd say." You said with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch subconsciously.

"Okay." He nodded, stroking your cheek gently before standing up and going over to the kitchen to make something for dinner. "And you're not useless, sweetheart, not at all."

-----

Bill and Frank. That's who they were. Bill was the guy he actually had the deal with, Frank was the one who'd convinced Bill to go along with it in the first place. Frank was the nice one, Joel had told you.

He'd explained a bit before you'd left and more when it came up in conversation as the two of you walked. In and out of forests, weaving between trees, trudging down dirt roads and kicking rocks, on your journey to Lincoln.

A journey that you still would've been able to complete within a day on foot, but that was before the apocalypse. Now there were buildings falling over eachother, and guards near your place of departure which slowed you down, and clickers and the likes which ensured you had to be completely silent in your movements, extending the time of your journey by at least 50%.

You watched as he slaughtered them all though. It should have scared you, at least a little, but it just amazed you. Admittedly, it had shaken you when you saw him completely beat one of the FEDRA guards to death when you were making your way out of Boston. You'd been caught, a guard that wasn't supposed to be there was there and Joel wasn't careful enough.

Things were almost okay, you probably could have haggled your way out of that situation, but when the soldier made a comment about you, a comment about what they might do to a 'bad girl' like you for sneaking out of the QZ, he had simply seen red. He didn't even know he had lunged for the man until he was on top of him, the crunch of the soldier's jaw and Joel's fist coming down on his face bringing him back to reality.

He was protective of you, and rightfully so, and you didn't even care how aggressive he could get with it. He wanted to keep you safe, and would go that far for it, therefore he cared about you. Someone actually cared about you.

"Okay, I think we're gonna stay here for the night." He said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you gave him a small smile.

"Okay."

You both set up a makeshift camp, eating whatever you could spare from your stash of food before getting ready to go to sleep - him denying your offer to take watch like he did before and he'd do everytime.

You sighed, walking off and quickly settling into the sleeping bag, melting into it and relishing the warmth it offered you as you hugged yourself to sleep, body heat almost suffocating you but in a comforting way.

--

When you woke up, you thought you actually were suffocating, throwing the cover off of you and crying out his name, the only person you could think of to save you. He was going to get you, he was back, he was coming for you and he'd never leave you alone, he'd take you from Joel and then he'd k-

"Hey, hey. That's not gonna happen, sweetheart, come on, come over here." You didn't realise you were saying those things out loud but it didn't matter as you crawled out of your sleeping bag, letting him pull you into his lap as he cradled you, rocking you back and forth as he kissed your head.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did ya have another nightmare?" He asked, voice calm and low as he tried to comfort you and calm you down.

You nodded quickly, sniffing and breathing erratically as you did.

"Sweet girl. It's okay now, it's okay." He reassured you, hugging you tight and pressing more kisses into your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"I know." You said quietly, voice cracking as you wiped at your tears. "I'm sorry." You said, somehow in a voice even quieter than before.

He sighed, breathing slowly and deeply - something he knew helped, as he noticed you'd start breathing in time with him to ground yourself, regulate your own breathing during these situations. "Don't go and apologise when you haven't even done anything wrong, sweetheart. You're going through a lot and you're probably still processing everything that happened, it wasn't that long ago when you were still.." he didn't want to remind you of anything too sensitive, trailing off slightly. "Point is, it's all fairly fresh, and it's natural things like these nightmares are gonna be happenin', so don't apologise, okay?" He said, looking into your glossy eyes and brushing your tears away.

"Yeah. I'm-" You were already going to apologise again, making him frown slightly. "Thank you, Joel."

"It's okay. You try get some more sleep now, okay?" He gently helped you off his lap and pulled the sleeping bag back on top of your body, knees cracking as he got back up to walk away to where he was taking watch - when your voice called out for him again.

"Can you stay with me? Please, Joel? I'm just- I'm scared." You mumbled, face growing hot with embarrassment at how pathetic the question felt now you were speaking it aloud.

He pressed his lips together, turning his head to check the area once more before getting his own sleeping bag, placing it by yours, and resting his arm behind your head as you tucked your face into his chest.

"Goodnight." He said softly, stroking your hair slowly.

"Night, Joel." You mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt, before passing out again, leaving him to lay alone with his thoughts in the cool night.

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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [3]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎ 

TW: Heavy depression ‎ ‎ 

Words: 6k ‎ 

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎ 

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked. Also I know I'm late BUT DID YOU GUYS SEE THE VOICE MESSAGE FROM OMEN??‎ Omen's VA decided to casually display pure wrath without even warning us first oh my god ‎

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Winter, present day.

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You spent the past thirty minutes standing and harshly scrutinising the plant. 

Now, though it had grown into a tree with vines after two months, you noticed something today that made your heart drop. The leaves were starting to curl in an unnatural manner; their edges were dry, they were brown, and there were small holes just barely forming on them. The stalk was beginning to look weak. And though you’d watered it only a day ago, the soil looked drab and grey, as if you had neglected it all this time. It took two months of work only for this to happen.

This sight was… very upsetting to you. But you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You clenched your fist and heaved a sigh, turning your gaze to the vinyl flooring beneath you.

You’d just gotten back into gardening after so long; why would you expect things to work out on the first try? It took you your entire childhood before you could effortlessly walk back from your balcony with an impressive harvest like you were cutting loaves of bread.

Then a soft voice came up from behind.

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‘Is it dead?’

‎ ‎

Yu asked. There was a peculiar echo in his words, and you recognised that sound. He wasn’t in the living room; he was on the balcony, where you used to keep your bigger trees before they all died.

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“I… I think so.”

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Despite knowing that he was only an illusion conjured up by your mind for comfort, you still responded. And those were the only words you could muster. But they didn’t match what you said when he actually asked you that question.

‎ ‎

‘I assumed it was. The leaves, they… tipped me off.’

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He said it with an awkward smile, slipping his hands into the deep pockets of his hoodie.

Yu needn’t explain himself. There was no shame in not knowing everything about the world. But for some reason, he felt like he had to with you.

…

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“Stop talking to me.”

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You balled your fists.

Yu was a memory. A distant one. Like everyone else. His responses didn’t match the current situation; they only matched what you said in the past.

Back then, though that day was horrible, it felt like there was a glimmer of hope with him around. Light at the end of the tunnel. Something to keep you going.

But that was before.

You rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes, allowing– heck, even welcoming the sensation of grief so it could envelop you once more. Like the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, it weighed on you, and you were moments away from giving in and laying in your bed for the next few hours.

You weren’t sure why the plant was dead. You watered it, gave it fertiliser, and gave it enough sun, but you just couldn’t figure out why. All of your knowledge of gardening has escaped you. The one simple hobby that was on par with sleep, given how easy it was… Now, all of it was way over your head.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken Ying’s advice. Maybe you should’ve just accepted that the hobby was a dwindling memory, and you should look into something else or just… I don’t know, give up?

That sounded like the easiest option.

‎ ‎

Then, your phone buzzed in your pocket. The distinct ringtone let you know that it wasn’t just anyone. It was your boss, Ying. It took you a few seconds to pull it out and read the text.

‎ ‎

‘Good evening!’

‎ ‎

She sent an emoji to accompany her chummy text.

‎ ‎

‘How are you?’

‎ ‎

You stared at your phone for a few seconds, not minding the painfully bright light it exuded. So bright, it stood out against your dreary and dim environment. But the thought of adjusting the brightness felt like too much right now.

Though you were online, you didn’t type anything in response. And the very silence tipped her off enough to switch the topic.

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‘How’s the plant? Is everything going okay?’

‎ ‎

Of course. You should’ve expected this.

You weren’t sure why she kept asking about it every other morning when you came to work. Ironically enough, though you didn’t connect the dots, Ying’s questions would remind you to water the plant.

This morning, however, she didn’t ask. So you thought that she was sick of talking about it for two months and simply dropped it. But no, she didn’t grow sick of it. It must’ve just slipped her mind.

And you still felt obligated to tell her the truth, despite the shame.

‎ ‎

‘I think it died’

‎ ‎

She paused for a moment. The dancing dots indicative of her typing weren’t there, and it felt like you could see her shocked face on the other side.

‎ ‎

‘It died?’

‎ ‎

‘How?’

‎ ‎

‘Haven’t you been watering it?’

‎ ‎

You sighed and typed back,

‎ ‎

‘I have’

‎ ‎

‘Did you give it fertiliser like you said?’

‎ ‎

‘I have’

‎ ‎

She paused for a moment.

Ying’s forte wasn’t gardening. Being mentally healthy, she didn’t seek relief from a pit of depression the same way you did, so she could never truly understand how emotionally stricken you were. But she knew that it was great enough for her to take action.

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‘Send me a picture.’

‎ ‎

You heaved a sigh. Then, you opened the camera app and stood up, taking a few steps back to get the whole thing in the frame. Even then, you had to move halfway across the living room to even hope to achieve such a task.

After a few minutes, you sent it and waited for a response.

‎ ‎

‘Ah, that looks bad…’

‎ ‎

‘I’ve never seen anything like this before.’

‎ ‎

You sighed. It felt like you had. But for some reason, despite how often it pushed Yu to the forefront of it, your mind just blocked any information about plants out and avoided it like it was the plague.

‎ ‎

‘Give me a moment. I’ll send something to help you.’

‎ ‎

And with that, she went offline.

You swore you saw a plant get like this before. Once, and you immediately knew how to deal with it. But for the love of God, you couldn’t remember what you did or what plant it was. When did this even happen?Were you dating Yu at the time? Why was it such a distant memory?

You set your phone down in your pocket and stared at the plant once more, struggling to keep your mind from crawling back to where it always went in moments like these. Instead, you strenuously wracked your brain trying to remember.

‎ ‎

The sudden buzz caught you off guard. And you took out your phone to see something that caught you off guard even more. It was an article Ying sent you. An article on…

Pruning.

It was a word you hadn’t heard in years. Did you even know what it meant? You… You used it multiple times before, didn’t you?

Tapping on the article would yield a few answers to your questions. More specifically, on what pruning was and why it’s necessary. But the thing that caught your attention were the pictures. The pictures the author had posted, the tree before it was pruned, looked exactly like yours.

Dry, overloaded with vines wrapped around each other, and dead.

Ying was right... The plant wasn’t dead; these excess branches were just taking up valuable energy and nutrients, only to not give any fruit in return. All of this was salvageable. It can survive. The solution was right there. You just needed your mind to stop blocking everything useful out.

And you needed to prune it all.

‎ ‎

‘Pruning? I… heard of that before, but I never looked into it. It sounds complex.’

‎ ‎

Yu responded to your explanation. And you couldn’t help but huff in anger, quickly turning on your heel.

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“Stop talking to me.”

‎ ‎

You rushed through the living room and towards your bedroom. Then, you stopped in front of a drawer and pulled out a set of shears buried deep within your other abandoned items for your little gardening hobby. It took your fingers a moment to adjust to the proper grip. And once it did, it began to feel natural. Like the very shears were sculpted to fit your hand.

Memories trickled down your mind, and you swore you could recall some more information on growing other fruits you hadn’t ever thought about.

You stood up, then moved back to the living room. And on the way to the tree, you grabbed the nearby lamp and brought it closer towards it, positioning the light above it.

‎ ‎

‘You make it sound so easy.’

‎ ‎

Yu responded with a chuckle. Though he was innocently replying to something you said, it felt like he was laughing at your predicament. And pushing him out was difficult.

You sighed as you stood in front of the plant once more, feeling intimidated. Pruning… was something delicate. One mistake, and you could cut too much or too little of a branch and potentially kill the whole thing.

You didn’t want that to happen. For the love of God, you desperately wanted this one thing you took care of to succeed.

‎ ‎

‘If I may ask… how does it work?’

‎ ‎ His tone bled with worry. Clearly, he didn’t want to come across as a bother. But he didn’t bother you at the time. He didn’t bother you at all. In fact, the thought of showing him your work process again felt exciting.

Now, however, thinking about him was starting to get very debilitating.

You sat down and gently grabbed one branch, carefully isolating it from the others to avoid any possible mistakes. The blades were held mere inches away from your target. You tilted your hand to get the perfect shape, ever so slightly moving it so as to get the perfect and least destructive angle in order to cut this branch off.

Then, with a calculated snip, it came off and fell on your lap. You immediately set it aside and moved on to another, studying the plant over and over to figure out which to cut and which to keep.

Doing this felt so familiar. And even if your memory didn’t serve you well, your intuition did. It felt like your hands were pushing you towards which ones to cut and which ones to keep.

‎ ‎

‘Of course it is.’

‎ ‎

Yu said with a smile. Then, he sat down next to you and watched you work in silence. Both of you knew that– Ugh. 

You knew that you’d be sitting there for an hour, at least. But with your inhuman level of patience and desire to keep things precise, it didn’t really bother you. You welcomed the long wait, in fact.

Given your meticulousness, it would take a while for you to prune even one plant. And your back would be aching afterwards. But you didn’t mind. You loved it. Especially the pride you’d feel afterwards.

Even if it was temporary, it took your mind off of things. Thirty minutes in, it did just that, and you had slowly begun to forget what was upsetting you the past few years.

‎ ‎

❤ฺ·。

‎ ‎

Some time had passed since then. Well, a lot of time, actually. How much, exactly, you weren’t sure, since all of the days started to blend into one neverending afternoon at the café and one long dreadful night in bed with all of Yu’s blankets.

Your morning routine grew quicker and quicker with each passing day. You’d get up, wash up, and rush to care for the plant as fast as possible before leaving. After the debacle that took place a while ago, you were afraid to look at it and find that there was a mistake. So, the solution? Care for it like you normally would. Just… don’t look at it.

Smart, right? 

Yeah, no. But you felt lightheaded every time that cursed plant came up in your mind. Even after you spent all of that time pruning it, getting comfortable with its existence was a contingency that would probably remain just that: a contingency. The very thought of it was terrifying, and you’d do anything to get rid of the feeling.

Today was no different.

Your morning routine was complete once you put on your jacket as the final touch for your heavy outfit. Then, you grabbed the mister and headed towards the tree, keeping your eyes on the floor whilst you began misting it.

And within only half a minute, you were already outside, rapidly marching down the staircase without a single glance spared for the plant. You swore you saw some faint purple on it, but you didn’t care. You wanted out and you wanted it now.

Only now did it dawn on you how stupid all of this fear was. Might as well get rid of it, you mused, especially if it was heavily affecting you like this. It’s not like you had any spare brain power for anymore negativity. Right? Yeah, probably not…

‎ ‎

‎ ‎

An empty jingle accompanied your entrance. And you walked in to see only an empty counter facing you. You took a second to observe the area, but this and the misplaced silence only confirmed that there was absolutely nobody. Not behind the counter, not on any of the booths near the windows, nowhere.

You couldn’t even hear anything from the back, only the repetitive music that continuously played and the machinery’s repetitive humming.

Where the heck was Ying? Or anyone else, at least? This was the morning shift, and the door was unlocked; it wasn’t far-fetched to believe someone could’ve taken advantage of this and stolen something. Not like the cameras can do much. Unless Ying somehow earned a bunch of money and replaced them with state-of-the-art security cameras… Yeah, that sounds like something she’d do behind your back.

You still never really knew where she or Yu got their money.

‎ ‎

“Ying?”

‎ ‎

You called out worriedly, quickly looking around. Your panic died halfway through once you finally saw a familiar tall woman standing in an unexpected spot; her impressive ponytail allowed you to immediately recognise who it was.

Ying stood between the few dozen tables in the open dining area. Not only was her back turned towards you, but she also had her hands up and formed a shape you couldn’t see from this distance as she stared at an empty spot she created by pushing the nearby furniture away. Tables, chairs, that sort. She was staring at the beige brick wall… for some reason. It sort of concerned you as you walked towards her. The loud clicks of your heavy winter boots were impossible to ignore. Either she did just that, or she was too engrossed in what she was doing to hear you.

You were allowed a wider view once you stopped next to her. And only now did you see the camera shape she formed with her fingers. The potted plant set on the oak table bothered her, and she took a few microsteps back to try and get it out of the ‘frame’.

Then, a car sped by the window from behind, its strong lights forcing your silhouette to conceal her. And that snapped her out of her trance.

‎ ‎

“Ah, Y/N! Good morning.”

‎ ‎

“What’re you doing?”

‎ ‎

“You’ll love this. I saw a painting yesterday and I’d love to hang it here; however, there’s a problem,” she placed one finger on her chin thoughtfully, turning back to the empty part of the wall, “even after I moved our tables, there’s little to no room.”

‎ ‎

“What painting?”

‎ ‎

“Oh, right. One moment.”

‎ ‎

She took out her phone and simply turned it on to show you. It didn’t take long for you to realise it was set as the lockscreen. And it was exactly something you thought Ying would love. A painting with four decorated squares, each square displaying a woman donning a white dress with foliage behind them. The trees bore a variety of different fruit, kinds of trees, even the birds that flew by.

Titled ‘The Seasons’, by Alphonse Mucha, 1896. Not that you knew who that was, but, yeah, sounds about right.

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement as you looked back at her.

‎ ‎

“I’ll need a measuring tape to see if the dimensions match, but isn’t this… controversial?”

‎ ‎

You referred to their thin white dresses. All except for Winter, who had a light cyan cloth wrapped around her figure to protect her from the cold.

‎ ‎

“It was love at first sight, Y/N! I’m not letting this painting go, no matter how expensive it is. Ah, but that’s besides the point.” She pocketed her phone and smiled, beckoning you to follow her. “So, how are you? How’s the tree?”

‎ ‎

You paled as each of you ambled towards the register, your mind immediately thrown back to the discomfort you’d just crawled out of minutes ago. Great. You heaved a sigh and kept your eyes on the chequered ground, glimmering under the sharp lights above you.

‎ ‎

“I… didn’t see it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

‎ ‎

She stopped and looked at you. Though she still carried her chummy smile, you could tell there was an immense amount of confusion just by the tilt of her head.

‎ ‎

“Is it dead?”

‎ ‎

“No. I’m still caring for it. But the thought of it makes me ill.”

‎ ‎

She was visibly relieved.

‎ ‎

“That’s– that’s good! I assumed something worse.”

‎ ‎

It’s not like you really knew whether or not there was something worse. For all you know, it could be dead, and you were just watering what was effectively a withered corpse. But that didn’t really…

‎ ‎

“If you’d like, I can check it for you instead.”

‎ ‎

You were taken by surprise. Had it been anyone else who said this to you, it would’ve been unbelievably patronising.

‎ ‎

“It’s just some dumb tree, Ying. I can check on it myself.”

‎ ‎

“And I can see that it’s very valuable to you. You clearly care about the life of this tree, right? That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

‎ ‎

Just as she finished speaking, the phone from her office loudly began ringing and caught each of you off guard.

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“The choice is yours, but the offer is still open. I’m willing to check it for you.”

‎ ‎

And with that, she immediately turned to the counters and disappeared to her office, leaving you dumbfounded. Whenever you’d wonder why you always forgot that Ying was your boss and not your friend or second mother, you’d be reminded exactly why that habit remained unbroken.

Did she think that the tree stuff was that important to you? Sure, the thought of a blizzard wiping out your complex sounded less intimidating than coming home and seeing that plant dead, but… Huh, maybe she had a point. But you still weren’t up for being doted on like a child.

At the end of the day, it was a tree. You shouldn’t be mentally affected if it did actually get wiped out by something. You should be able to just look at it without your stomach being violently churned and your mind senselessly overreacting to it.

Then, the bell’s familiar jingle snatched your attention, and you immediately turned to see a few customers walking through the double door.

Right, work. Shouldn’t forget that. Not that Ying was very helpful in a task like that. You pushed those thoughts out of your head and prepared yourself to get to take their orders.

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❤ฺ·。

‎ ‎

Despite how thin the metal frame of the door was, you could still see the reflection it shot back at you, almost like an attempt to mock you. You ignored the fact that you were sweating, even though you were surrounded by snow. And it wasn’t because of the temperature. The frame was there to rudely remind you of that. Plus, your wide eyes were indicative of fear.

Work was over. And you wanted to look at the tree. So, your unrelenting panic left you with no choice but to admit you were terrified.

The prospect of it being dead had grown increasingly possible over the past month. And now, you had to face it. The thought of just calling Ying to take her up on her offer popped up in your mind. Heck, why not take everything you own and move into another complex? It was easier to do. Just as your fingers shakily wrapped around the cold handle, moving out suddenly became incredibly seductive to you.

Then, you sighed and forced yourself inside.

‎ ‎

You threw your heavy jacket on top of the blankets on the sofa, slipped off your boots and moved to the large windows in the living room where the tree resided. The air around you was heavy and added to the tense atmosphere. The lighting? Just as dreadful, and you felt your stomach churn. Throughout the entire path, your gaze remained locked on the floor out of fear. 

Why were you so scared? It’s just a stupid tree. Even if it died, it’s not like it would do anything to you physically. You sighed. Why were you so sure it was dead? Why couldn’t you be positive for once? Gah, whatever. Dead or not, you would be the one to deal with the consequences. It wasn’t that hard to toss out the soil and whatever other rubbish there was.

Then, with a deep yet shaky breath, you lifted your chin to see your work. And your eyes widened at the sight.

It flowered. There were flowers on it! A deep shade of purple and a ring of yellow right in the centre. With the corona filaments that protruded from it, it nearly hypnotised you with just one look. You observed the vine and began counting the flowers in excitement.

Two of the flowers were in an interesting position; they sat right next to each other despite being on different vines. And from this angle, it looked like two human eyes. Purple eyes that stared right at you.

You sighed and stood up, a memory popping up in your mind to distract you from that thought. Might as well bring your heater next to it; you remembered that the fruit would ripen quicker that way.

That, and…

Well, you were going to plant the seeds you saved.

‎ ‎

‘How long until the trees bear fruit?’

‎ ‎

The door of the fridge swung open, revealing the bag of seeds you’d saved deep within its empty shelves. Immediately, you took them and left to cut the plastic bag open.

You didn’t want to respond to him. You didn’t want to allow your mind to bring up Yu as a way to deal with everything happening. You already allowed it to put you in a deep pit of depression and convince you that grieving over your parents for decades on end was benefiting you. Yu was a distant memory. He was gone. And that’s a fact.

But really, how many years until passion tree fruits bear fruit? What was it… three years?

Yes, three years. That must be it.

‎ ‎

‘One year? And you… wait for it?’

‎ ‎

He said, amazed at the answer you had given him at the time. Right. One year. Not three. You… must’ve mixed up the passion fruit with some other kind of fruit. Possibly lemons? You weren’t too sure. Then that means that you only had to wait until summer to harvest the fruit. Or autumn. Whenever it was, you were ready. The mere thought of finally getting a harvest after so long made your heart skip a beat in excitement, a feeling you hadn’t had the privilege of experiencing in so long.

‎ ‎

‘I see. And what about this one?’

‎ ‎

You remembered holding his wrist and stopping him from touching the passion fruit that was still stuck on the tree. Then, you explained it to him like he was your junior. You knew that your boyfriend would’ve never dared to pluck anything from your tree without your permission; his intentions were clearly pure, but you still wanted to be clear and let him know.

For one, the skin was smooth. And the smoother the skin, the worse it would taste. In your opinion, anyway. You loved wrinkly passion fruit. And two, the fruit didn’t fall off.

‎ ‎

‘Sorry.’ 

‎ ‎

Yu sheepishly pulled away, listening to you intricately explain the exact criteria required to be met in order to achieve maximum enjoyment from a passion fruit. Then, you snuck in a sarcastic comment halfway through, earning an even meeker reaction coupled with an awkward laugh.

‎ ‎

‘No, of course not. I don’t think I’d have the time to look after so many plants. Not, not that it’s a bad thing.’

‎ ‎

Ugh. Why were you recalling all of this? You weren’t even responding to the memory at this point, but you swore your words sat at the tip of your tongue. You quickly shoved away a lock of hair from your face, before marching towards your room and making your way towards the balcony.

You hated that these stupid conversations were starting to actually jog your memory.

Just as you opened the door, the cold wind from the outside immediately hit you. The sudden and violent shift in temperature was almost as painful as being kicked by a horse in the abdomen. It was very uncomfortable, sure, and you’d only now remembered that you were only wearing a tank top, but this succeeded in finally interrupting the annoying memory.

So you gritted your teeth and stepped outside with no intention of covering up.

If this was what it took, then so be it. But maybe there was an easier way to block it all out. Like… Like headphones? 

No… Too soon, you noted as you wrapped your fingers around one empty pot. 

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❤ฺ·。

‎ ‎

Winter, two years ago.

‎ ‎

Despite dating for however long now, it was still hard to get used to Yu's reluctance to share much of his personal life with you. He never told you where his family was (aside from his grandmother), or where he’d go that was ‘so important’ he couldn’t possibly answer a simple text from you. That, and, you know, he still never told you why his eyes were purple.

You hoped that he’d bring that up, at least, but he never did. Heck, Ying didn’t even mention it once when he got hired, and your co-workers only made an off-handed comment before going on about their day. You thought they were a pair of contacts until you saw him sleep in them. That wasn’t to mention how whenever he’d rub his eyes, said ‘contacts’ were unaffected by such movement. And now that it’s been three years, it felt awkward to ask now.

But when you brought up radiancy being the cause, he immediately shut that thought down.

So you aimed to take things into your own hands. Do something that wasn’t remembering the past, something innocent.

‎ ‎

Yu didn’t hold your hand on the way home today.

Not because he was mad at you or anything. In fact, the ‘home’ you were both headed towards wasn’t your apartment. It wasn’t your apartment at all. For the first time, you were going to check out his house. Which required the both of you to take the bus.

Exciting, right?

And it moved erratically on account of the blizzard that occurred. Even after a week, the ice and mounds of snow on the road still haven’t melted, and Yu knew that clinging onto you like a koala to protect you was a solution that would very much irk you. Even though, admittedly, it probably would’ve been fun for him to do so.

So he had a better idea.

You found yourself in a confined area with a window right next to you and a wall behind you. Yu stood in front of you, one hand on said window and the other firmly clutching the handrail connected to the wall, ‘trapping’ you in order to keep you from falling. This position was both embarrassing and perfect. 

Since he loomed over you like a titan, the sunlight highlighted the exact features you needed. And so you stared, scrutinising those mystifying bulbs of purple for an answer whilst he stared at the road you all passed by. And you couldn’t find any hint of brown or black underneath. Heck, even blue or green, whatever. You couldn’t isolate any other colour. All they did was gently reflect the road like a mirror to prove that they were, in fact, naturally purple. As if they were jeering at you for questioning this anomaly.

Yu promptly took notice of your harsh examination after a few minutes, meeting your gaze with an awkward smile.

‎ ‎

“Are you okay?”

‎ ‎

You continued observing for a few seconds before finally caving in and biting the bullet.

‎ ‎

“What colour are your eyes, Yu?”

‎ ‎

He paused for a moment, holding on to the railing once the bus swerved in a dramatic manner. Yu would usually be clueless about most things. But this time, judging by the way his eyes ever so slightly widened, you knew he knew what you meant.

‎ ‎

“Purple, why?”

‎ ‎

You rolled your eyes, the exact reaction he hoped to get out of you.

‎ ‎

“I’m joking, I’m joking. They're actually lilac.”

‎ ‎

“That doesn’t narrow it down either.”

‎ ‎

He couldn’t stifle the chuckle that escaped him. Probably spent a few hours on Google trying to find the shade that matched them just to give it a name, now that you thought about it.

‎ ‎

“No, I mean it. They are purple. You didn’t catch anything weird while you were staring, did you?”

‎ ‎

You crossed your arms, still unconvinced. In what world would purple be a natural colour for a non-radiant? And what you hated more was that it didn’t seem like he was lying about it. So what was the cause?

‎ ‎

“You have naturally purple eyes.”

‎ ‎

“You believe me, don’t you? I’d be shattered if you didn’t.”

‎ ‎

Yu smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, attempting (albeit failing) to appeal to your nonexistent emotions. He was endeared by the unamused pout of your lips, only highlighted by the dull expression that you always carried.

But you were even more endeared. Even without the striking eyes he possessed, he looked stunning, especially in this light. Like a painting. Just the way his black hair mimicked brushstrokes, a few clumps of it parted like the tufts of a brush.

You were snapped out of your trance once you felt Yu nuzzle against you like some kind of greedy cat. Because if he couldn’t hold your hand, he had to do something else, huh? You thought. 

‎ ‎

“Gosh, Yu, don’t be so soppy out in public. You’ll get eyes on us.”

‎ ‎

He paused for a moment, the dilation of his pupils ever so visible.

‎ ‎

“But we’re already getting stared at.”

‎ ‎

You were confused for a moment. And you didn’t understand what he meant until the bus drove by a massive house, one that exuded a shadow large enough to loom over the entire vehicle for a split second. And in that split second, you caught the reflection of a few people sitting behind you. Just like he said; their eyes were on both of you.

Huh. Oh.

Now that you thought about it, maybe this position was a teensy tiny bit immodest.

‎ ‎

“Not, uh, not that I mind.”

‎ ‎

He added, quickly glancing at the ground. Of course he wouldn’t, he was the one who put you in this predicament in the first place. You couldn’t help but lightly flick the thick red strings on his hoodie with a grin.

‎ ‎

“Cut it out, you doofus. You’re embarrassing me.”

‎ ‎

“But you’re not stopping me.”

‎ ‎

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead again. You couldn’t see anyone’s reflection anymore, but for some reason, you knew this repetitive move only brought more attention. 

Despite the potency of the lemon fragrance from here, you still didn’t have any intention to push him away. You couldn’t even deny how cute he was, not with the glimmer in those completely natural purple eyes. But still, you playfully pushed him away a few inches and instead moved your eyes towards the window.

‎ ‎

Then, before another word could be exchanged, the bright text on the screen above changed to the area you were in. Yu, however, was quicker to notice this and used one hand to keep you steady against the wall you leaned on.

‎ ‎

“Watch out; the bus gets unstable here.”

‎ ‎

His words were immediately proven correct the moment the vehicle stopped. And you knew you would’ve probably lost your balance and fallen against him had he not kept you steady against the wall, especially when the few other bystanders were nearly knocked off of their feet.

The urge to insult his route home grew impossible to keep under control. But, again, he was your boyfriend. Should probably be nice.

Once the doors swung open and, once it was deemed safe, he relaxed his grip on you.

‎ ‎

“Are you okay?”

‎ ‎

You responded with a nod, and this only painted a smile on his face.

‎ ‎

“Good. Let’s go.”

‎ ‎

Yu held your wrist and led you out of the bus, holding you close to him. Despite your thick clothes, the moment you stepped on the pavement, the harsh cold from the outside struck you with force. It gave you whiplash, especially compared to the cool temperature of the bus. His tall and broad figure, though, succeeded in protecting most of you from the wind.

Was this what he had to deal with every time he left the bus…? Well, perhaps his thick hoodies did more than cover his impressive form.

Then, just as the bus drove off and the others walked to their own destinations, the both of you began moving towards the house you wondered so much about.

‎ ‎

And it was… super pretty. It nearly matched who he was, now that you thought about it. Humble, sizable, and if it weren’t for a few modern touches to its colour palette and the structure of its roof, it could’ve easily passed for a cottage.

The small front yard was covered in about a foot of snow. You assumed that there was a path underneath that led to the cherry door, one you would’ve been able to see if it weren’t for the bed of snow ruining such a pretty view. Nevertheless, you kept walking alongside him, listening to the quiet crunches of the snow beneath your boots since your headphones were off.

Yu then grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

‎ ‎

“Be careful. There are steps here.”

‎ ‎

You looked down to see an unassuming mound of snow.

‎ ‎

“Where?” 

‎ ‎

To answer your question, he stepped on then pushed it away with his foot, and alas, there was a set of pretty stone steps that led right up to the entrance you eyed earlier. Despite the snow, everything was so pretty. The steps, the yard, the bloody door. In fact, it was starting to get concerning.

Another question popped up in your mind as you took his hand and moved up the stairs.

‎ ‎

“How do you pay for all of this? Does your grandmother help you?”

‎ ‎

You took note of the sudden, awkward silence that filled the air. And it took him a moment to think of what to say to that. Even if it was much easier, even if he’d done much worse, the one thing he couldn’t do was to lie to you.

‎ ‎

“I… have a way.”

‎ ‎

That was all he could muster up. And just the tone let you know that something was wrong.

He began unlocking the door to distract from the tense atmosphere, the surrounding snow only amplifying the rattling of his keys as they rapidly moved. You stared, waiting for him to continue his sentence. 

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he beat you to it.

‎ ‎

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you.”

‎ ‎

“One day?”

‎ ‎

He nodded, but you could sense some reluctance in the movement. Then, the door swung open.

‎ ‎

“There we go. Here, come with me, I’d like to show you something sweet.”

‎ ‎

He held your wrist and immediately brought you inside. With the large entrance that led to the living room sitting right in front of you, your question was knocked right out of your mind, all in favour of finally observing his mysterious home.

The vast living room was brilliantly lit up by the cloudy sky outside. However, it was somewhat empty, minus a few essential things one needed in a house and the massive patterned carpet classified as ‘decoration’. As if he’d just moved into his new home and started making himself comfortable.

If there was one thing consistent about Yu, it would be his abnormality, that’s for sure.

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #valorant x f reader #valorant x female reader #iso x reader #iso x f reader #valorant iso #iso #valorant fluff #valorant angst #iso x you #valorant sage #sage #valorant x you #valorant iso x reader #angst #fluff #li zhao yu #wei ling ying #iso x y/n #valorant iso x you #valorant iso x y/n #valorant headcanons #iso headcanons

[necronatural]

Project Moon Discourse part 6: It's Over (It's Never Over)

My project moon tag is dedicated exclusively for details on this situation make of that what you will

Last time on Project Moon: Geonggi Youth Union and Project Moon User Association (protesting fans faction) gets a legal threat from a an actual legal firm (none of them say as much, but the contents appear to be specified to the Youth Union, so likely a copy-pasted message). PMUA were asked to not ragepost until the Youth Union finished talks with Project Moon, but THAT completely fell through, so they just post it with a translated reply. Kim Jihoon gets MAD mad and says that the Geonggi Youth Union were going after PM to promote their campaign standing! Youth Union says what the fuck are you talking about, how would we do this when it was being handled internally and the public would only see us apologizing? The crux of all this legal threatening is because Vellmori resigned, therefore it wasn't 'unlawful dismissal'.

And now some new updates:

IT union vice chairman Hwanmin Kim realizes that on September 8 the Limbus Company Twitter sent him a cease and desist. Over Twitter DMs. I'm not kidding

A user has translated Hwanmin Kim's explanation of why talks broke down with the Geonggi Youth Union in this Twitter thread. In short: unless Vellmori expresses a desire to be reinstated their hands are tied, as the laws don't adequately protect workers. It seems the "political motivations" accusation is rooted in the fact that the YU is respecting that they can't represent Vellmori's worker rights unless she asks, yet are still campaigning against PM regardless.

The surrounding climate of Korean gaming companies policing women's speech and how the PM case blew up because of that climate has been recorded in a news article that tracks situations as recent as the whole PM/YU/PMUA showdown. You can read it here. They reached Monggeu (the artist for Leviathan) for comment, and Monggeu noted "they asked me not to say anything too 'PC' when I was hired". Another staff member said PM treats workers 'not as people, but as parts'.

HamHamPangPang addresses a rumour that fan gifts are being thrown out, saying the stored items were damaged. Main response has been "with no notice though?" and "how the fuck did that happen?" with some gift-givers noting they have photo evidence of their goods being stored safely. Most people are actually rather forgiving of the manager (HHPP has been totally exempt from all the blowback towards PM's mismanagement thus far) and are casting suspicion on Kim Jihoon.

Most importantly of all, Kim Jihoon posts an apology on the Limbus Company twitter, which is a hell of a thing after the Notes App Ragepost. He far more cordially explains that he says he posted a notice with 'vague wordings', despite the fact that it very explicitly stated 'she violated our rules, and thus we won't be working with her in the future' - the only vague aspect was how Vellmori left the company. I suppose this is a polite way to say 'we fucked her over in hopes the DCInsiders would feel they successfully drew blood and leave the company alone'. At no point does he specify the original DCInside harassment beyond 'the artist was free to go after them legally', just as Hwanmin Kim mentioned.

Also this:

LMAO

It's actually an otherwise reasonable apology and I think it's encouraging that he will finally work with his employees when they come to him with harassment, but he at no point is clear on why on earth it required international protest for him to do so.

But he had time to interject that he wants the Geonggi Youth Union, Hwanmin Kim, and the PMUA annihalated. OK dude

Personally, I support further protest and not spending money on Project Moon titles, this time strictly over refusal to denounce anti-feminist harassment or comment on their mismanagement. Also it's all but explicit the offer PM gave was "either resign and escape by letting DCInside feel they won or stay on and sue them by yourself, we don't want to rock the boat by helping you" and I'm pissed

#project moon #it never ends.

[themoonistalkingtou]

🌌How I got into Tarot + my tips for beginners

Read please: this is copied or inspired by @nicromancytarot111 ! She came up with this idea mainly so I was inspired, go check out her blog, it's very interesting ♥︎

☆How I get into it?

Well, I started reading tarot earlier this year... all this thanks to my ex-partner buying me the Rider Waite deck, he knew I liked witchcraft, and that I also wanted the Rider Waite deck so he bought it for me secretly and then I found the deck stored in a dresser drawer in his room- I don't know how I found it but I did lol.

So I started to practice, unfortunately I was one of those people who read a whole definition of a card instead of reading small words that define that same card, it took me time... I didn't know how to read or interpret them, and I got frustrated.

I have a friend who has been reading the same tarot deck for 2 years now, and we practiced together, she noticed my frustration but well. I learned that I didn't have to read the whole definition of a card to know what it meant (although it was hard).

I am a beginner and tarot is like a refuge for me, and I have had mistakes before. Once I asked about the love I had with a person and I got "The devil", and when I saw that card I thought it was a very powerful and unconditional love (what was going on in my brain? idk lol)

Although sometimes it is difficult for me, since I am a person with a bad emotional condition, my emotions win me, with this I have bad self-esteem and that makes me compare myself with other tarotists, if you feel this way I want to tell you that you are not alone- I understand that it is difficult but they are only emotions that are going to happen, to me they still happen and it is horrifying so I back off, it is horrible to feel this way but well, they are only moments.

☆How do I read tarot cards?

We all have our ritual before reading the cards, don't we? And I think that's very good.

I don't have any ritual, the only thing that makes me read the cards are my energies at that moment (if I feel like it or not).

I consider myself a spiritual person but I don't clean the cards and I don't protect myself before doing a reading, it's just not necessary FOR ME. I mean, if you like to do that and you find it comfortable, good for you, I don't do it.

What I do do is ask out loud and proceed to shuffle, if a card jumps I leave it and then shuffle the deck again.

I always draw 4 or 3 cards! and if I want more context I ask the air for the cards to give me more context and draw a card, this card would give me the context of the situation (but I only do this if I don't understand the cards I have previously drawn).

☆ Tips from a beginner to a beginner

(this is what I recommend, if you like to do what I don't like to do it's fine!)

Use your intuition! I don't recommend you to look at the complete definition of a card, just its key words and use them to make your reading.

Ask questions that will help you move forward and not delay you back to the past. For example, "What does my ex think of me?"... instead I suggest you ask "What do I have to overcome from my ex relationship in order to open myself back up in love?".

Don't get frustrated or compare yourself with other tarotists, I mean, let it all out but don't let that frustration get the better of you (don't be like me lmao).

When you draw the cards, look at them, before looking for their key words, look at them and ask yourself what they generate and intuit what is happening ☆

Enjoy the tarot! Tarot should be enjoyed, don't see it as an obligation, if someone wants you to do a tarot reading...do it when you have the energy to do it! ☆

★★★

Well, so much for this informative blog, I hope you found it at least a little interesting ♥︎

w love: Bri ☆

[random-ideas-artblog]

Just finished watching the first detective Conan movie!

So I just finished it, and I was taking notes as I went through. I’m just going to post them below. It’s pretty rough because I typed while watching so these are real time thoughts. Overall I enjoyed it though.

Conan’s adorable when he gets the letter (blushing is cute)

Can’t believe the dork forgot his own birthday but remembered some Holmes trivia instead lol 

Ran is a such a sweetheart omg 

Mori really read through the dudes whole Wikipedia page lmao

Never mind I mean biography I forgot this was like 1997

Does this dude have OCD is that supposed to be the implication 

Garden party is cool but where are the bombs and skyscrapers what I sup 

Damn he can cook wow

I feel like the do everything myself is going to be Important

Ok he’s kind of sinister know idk why  

Yo why is he so interested in this teenage girls love life??? 

Conan you are so screwed 

Oh ok I see where the bomb and skyscraper are coming into play now 

Grudge against the architect maybe 

Wow that was a big explosion

Ok this whole situation is very weird why is he helping Conan 

What is the cat the fucking bomb???

There better not be any cat death in this movie I will cry 

How did the old woman not notice the bomb???

That old woman and driver are having very tame reactions to this insane kid 

Oops and he’s passed out. In the hospital too uh oh

Aw that cute Kogoro is by his bedside 

Wow Conan without the glasses really looks like a  shinichi copy  how has no one noticed 

You can’t use phones in hospitals what is this common knowledge I never learned 

Ok this looks really bad for Shinichi I pity him a bit lol now Kogoro things he’s scum 

Ok I have a theory: For whatever reason  architect is bombing stuff for an unknown reason. The guy shown has a beard but that’s probably just a disguise, architect said he likes to do things himself so that’s why I think it’s him. He doesn’t what there to be casualties or just wants someone to stop him.That’s why Shinichi was contacted he’s a well known detective. The password thing was a test for Mori to see if he can replace shinichi, but Conan figured it out and got a tour of the gallery. Which, COINCIDENTALLY, has buildings that have been bombed before (the mansion) and will be bombed (presumably the skyscraper based on info so far). It’s a deliberate clue. That’s also why the bomber is accepting Conan as a legitimate detective because he passed the test, but also giving hints because this js a kid he doesn’t want to kill him. It’s also just occurred to me that the architect was implied to have severe OCD or perfectionism. He could be bombing past builds because he thinks there’s some thing wrong with them and can’t stand to have their design be under his name. Something like that idk. I’m only 36 minutes in so we’ll see

Wait a minute maybe the reason architect was interested in the birthday date was because he wanted to know when and where Shinichi would be so he could plan the bombing around his schedule! Ran provided practically all the details too 

That’s cute the kids drew a picture (I know it’s a suspect but still)

He’s happy with it??? Damn Conan can’t draw at all 

That was a lot of damage to the car wow 

Rare Kudo shinichi appearance I missed you!!! Conan’s cute but shinichi as himself looks pretty cool haha 

Damn that’s a strong father son bond 

Laughing then hating that’s kinda of funny

Genta is going to shout out the word bombs isn’t he

…I knew it 

Wait no ones noticed these kids screaming bomb on the train?

I am so confused by the motivation pretty sure this means my theories are wrong damn 

Sick burn Ran lol 

Wow this whole diverting sequence is seriously dramatic and I love it 

Poor Ran she’s getting stood up 

The bridge! The architect doesn’t want to blow up that bridge because he’s actually happy with that work! That would fit with my previous theory 

Ok shiratori is being kind of suspicious. Kinda confirms my theory tho 

Conan dude that suggestion was not subtle at all  

Ok now what Mori has said it’s someone else I’m more convinced than ever it’s the architect 

Ok there’s a lot of emphasis being placed on him lighting the pipe same as the beginning 

Ok did the dad steal his kids designs or did he steal his dad’s?? Probably the latter 

Was I actually on to something with the pipe????

Uh new theory he’d bombing all the architecture that doesn’t fit the New Tama symmetrical city to try and get the building approved after the Mayors arrest 

Just saw the architect has a painting of a horse above the fireplace I don’t know why that’s amusing to me 

Mori you are so wrong it’s funny as hell 

That reaction was funny as hell 

It’s kind of creepy how the architect is just standing and staring down 

Go after him Shiratori hell yeah 

So the skyscraper in the tile only shows up in the last 20 minutes 

I was actually right with my theory?? Kind of. I got the reason he wanted Kudo to take the case wrong(it was revenge) but the motivation behind the bombing and who was bombing them was correct. 

Ok but now that it’s been proven it had nothing to do with the case, why was he so interested in the date it’s a little bit creepy ngl 

Oh damn the bombs actually went off that’s a lot of power 

Ok wow this dude is an asshole 

Wait he wanted to know about the date so he could plant a huge bomb that would kill Ran and Shinichi wtf 

Ok Ran is taking this very well wow she’s cool 

I wonder what everyone else in the lobby is thinking right now 

Wait did they do it wrong. Wait nvm that’s someplace else 

Seeing Kogoro so worried about Ran is kind of heartwarming, although the circumstances aren’t great 

Oh god it’s the classic red wire blue wire 

My bet is on red wire. It’s Ran’s favorite color and the couples lucky color for the month 

Bruh wtf is with this edgy commentary from the architect about love you’re such a loser Christ.I’m getting a bit heated haha 😅

Not the happy Birthday this is really sad 

We’ll be together when we die??? What the hell this is depressing but kinda sweet 

I just realized I started off a bunch of my comments with ok so. It’s not important or anything I just noticed that while reading through. I’d give this movie a 7/10. There were some interesting parts and it was fun theorizing but there are still some things I’m confused about. Why did he accept Conan as a detective? Why did he provide clues to the bombs??? If the motive was revenge wouldn’t it be better to have Shinichi fail? Maybe I missed something idk.

#detective conan case closed #dcmk #movie review #conan edogawa #shinichi kudo #i really want to see shinichi in the red polo shirt now #I feel like that would clash with his eyes tho lol #Time bombed skyscraper #Movie 1

[space-writes]

So this post has me thinking. Because though the post and a lot of the comments talk about fic, this kind of scene-breaking PSA-feeling scene is something I run across in a fair amount of the M/M erotica/romance I read as well. (By which I mean a lot of indie/selfpub stuff, for clarification purposes) (don’t rec me ‘good m/m books’. my tbr is so long. my kindle is so full. im drowning. my god.)

In those, the ones that repeat are the ‘hey we’re both on PrEP!’ conversation, and the ‘when did you last get tested?’ conversation. The testing conversation also shows up sometimes in M/F that I read, and the one in there that also shows up is fairly naturally the birth control conversation. And first off—none of these are bad to have. None of them are automatically ruiners of good stories, or things you should cut!

What they often are is copy-paste scenes. They’re jarring when they happen because they aren’t written properly in character, and they take you out of the story and damage your connection to the narrative and to the characters. This is, in fact, he would not fucking say that time. This is not a problem of ‘including consent and safe sex is boring in smut’ (a whole other conversation). This is a problem of character voice and also bad dialogue.

Listen, I live here, on the internet. Bad smut is a time-honoured tradition here, and bad dialogue is at its wretched best in bad smut. I have an entire post in the works about writing good sexy dialogue—it’s hard! It’s hard to do!

(sidenote, this is why a lot of smut dialogue prompt lists make me cringe, because the dialogue is either poor, or so generic as to make lines that could be sexy in the right mouth sound poor.)

But the reason these consent-PSA scenes don’t work, and jar readers, is because you are putting words in your characters mouth that you want to say—for whatever reason; you think showing consent is important, you want to be clear about the consent given in the fic, whatever—but you are not saying them how your blorbo would say them.

I have an ongoing D/s romance series. Tens of thousands of words now. Twenty-four main fics, two unposted-yet novels, and a handful of side stories. The main relationship is a Master/sub relationship. They do a lot of kinky shit, and I can count on one hand how many times the couple sit down and talk about consent and they have never, not once, had a conversation on-page that uses the word consent.

What? Why! Space, why do you, person who is very passionate about proper consent and communication in BDSM play, not have any consent discussions in this BDSM fic?

Because those dialogues aren’t what the story needs. When it does, I include them in ways that are relevant to the scene and written in character, not as some obligatory cut-and-paste “do you consent?” “yes I do!” PSA. There is one exchange in fic 2 where the nature of the relationship is established. For the other six fics in that arc, I don’t have them sit down and negotiate scenes. It’s implied by a few lines that they talked about likes/dislikes off-page and then it’s back to the fun kinky shit.

And the thing is, they would say that. They would talk about boundaries and limits, and I could write an in-character conversation about that very easily. I didn’t, because that’s not the point of the story; the focus is on hot sex and emotional pining, and having a three-paragraph discussion about consent between them would get in the way of that.

(obedience readers i know at this point you’d read those two talking about the fucking weather but do not undermine my point here XD)

Listen, I’m just some guy. I take my writing seriously in that I want to be good at it, and I know a lot of people—especially in fic—are just having fun with it. That’s fine! Do what’s fun! But if you want to get better at writing porn, you can do that. I believe in you. You can have your enthusiastic consent and you can do it in character, in scene, and you can make it feel so natural no-one even notices you’re doing it because they’re too busy going ‘holy shit this is hot!’

This is kind of a rant but I just. am very passionate about good dialogue in smut. and about character voice. and i’m tired of reading the exact same PrEP-status conversation in my m/m novels. yes i get it author. you researched gay sex safety. im so proud of you. can we get back to the mediocre porn now.

#space has thoughts #writing #writeblr #smut writing #fanfiction #writing advice #(kinda) #please i just need everyone to get better at writing sexy dialogue #feel free to have a conversation with me about this but don't be a dick #pre-emptively: if you come on this post spouting anti/purity police bullshit you're getting blocked

[liquid--sunshine]

起死回生 | Revived from the Dead, Recovered from Hopelessness

Rated T, Paring STSG, Fluff, Cooking, Shenanigans, and Care ensue

Summary: Satoru and Suguru try their best to sort out their broken pieces. They're incredibly, fallibly, human. (OR: 11+k words of Geto realizing he's thirsty, Gojo realizing he's not immune to feelings, and both of them being far too young to parent ten year olds.)

The door silently slides open under Suguru’s hand, he’s thankful for the ways that skills honed for fighting have been able to be repurposed. At this point he could probably start a curse users self help series, which actually… He puts a pin in that idea. If there’s a potential for generating revenue or support, there’s no idea too outlandish to consider.

Ice spills down Suguru’s spine at the wave of cursed energy that greets his senses. Gojō Satoru is sprawled shoeless (How courteous) across his bed playing his old copy of pokemon gold. Satoru, who Suguru hasn't seen in, oh, two years, at this point?

He greets Suguru with a wave and without looking away from the little screen.

"Man, I can't believe you had this this whole time and never let me see it at school."

Suguru leans against the doorway, crossing his arms. Body calm, blood rushing.

"Man, I can’t believe you broke into my home and have been waiting this whole time to...?" Suguru gestures vaguely around the open air and sighs. "What are you doing here Satoru? How did you even find this place?"

Satoru taps on his nose and Suguru knows what he's going to say before he says it.

"Super sniffer." Satoru’s answer comes at the same time as Suguru's very loud and very put-out groan. He should have seen that coming. A little disappointed twinge in the back of Suguru’s mind, that he pointedly ignores, notes how long it really must have been if he didn’t think Satoru would take advantage of an opening like that.

It had been their joke since the summer before second year when they marathoned a bunch of American cartoons in English to see how much they could understand. For some reason that had been one of the phrases that'd stuck.

Suguru takes a moment, if he’s going to be forced into this situation, then he may as well bask in the uncanniness of it. Gojō Satoru, strongest living jujutsu-shi, former best friend, and pop culture enthusiast, is sitting on his bed playing a game they would have poured hours into together, just a few years earlier.

But, the past is the past and a potential threat is still a threat.

"Seriously, what are you doing here?" Suguru says, cold as the fear that gripped him when he first saw Satoru. No mask, no pretense. If Satoru knows where this is, who else from the school does? The girls like this spot, so he likes this spot. He'd rather not upend their lives again if he doesn't have to.

That gets Satoru's attention. He breaks his stare away from the little game and looks at Suguru through the thick fabric covering his eyes.

"Your phone stopped working." Satoru says. "No one knows I'm here." Because apparently he can still read Suguru as well as ever. Something in Suguru delights at that. He does his best to stuff it down because now is not the time.

"My girls dropped it in the pot when we were making Somen last week. How long did it take you to find us? Fuck," Suguru says the word like the wind’s getting knocked out of him. The implication of all of this practically does. “How did you get through my wards?”

"How hard is it to make noodles from scratch?" Which was neither the response Suguru was expecting nor looking for, but he'll go with it. Even Satoru's most tangential thoughts had a way of swinging back around, eventually.

"Depends on the noodle. Why?" Suguru doesn't pretend like he's not interested.

"Teach me to make noodles while I’m here?” Satoru pauses and Suguru notices the way his jaw works as he mulls over something. “I, uh, also stole some kids? Get this: Fushiguro Tōji's son is one of 'em." Satoru looks back towards the game, but doesn’t keep playing. "How fucked up is that." He says, it isn't a question.

Suguru's composure begins to crack.

Yes. That's incredibly fucked up. It hurts to even think about it.

But Satoru is asking him about making noodles so he can… make them with some kids? And Satoru’s here because his one line of communication was cut off… Something feels like it's turning inside out in Suguru's chest, an old familiar ache.

Because despite everything, he's apparently still horribly, egregiously in love with his ridiculous former best friend.

Satoru idly nudges at the d-pad under his thumb, the little jaunty chiptune music filling the empty spaces in their conversation.

"You know, I think about what'd be like if you hadn't left." Satoru says, uncharacteristically quiet. "You'd love this kid. Completely ridiculous. And you were always the one that was better at people, anyway. I don't think I'm doing too badly though."

Suguru watches Satoru pull down his blindfold and rub at his eyes. The only things physically separating them are a couple meters and half a bed. The distance feels insurmountable in the wake of everything else that separates them.

Suguru steps into the room. "Tell me about him?" And while these few words don't bridge the space between them, it's something.

Satoru smiles, sharp. "Sure, but then you're telling me how to make noodles. Get this, the little asshole's been getting into fights at school. You wanna know what he told me?"

Suguru doesn't think he's ever heard someone describe another as an "asshole" with the sheer amount of love and adoration that Satoru uses now. Suguru's last bit of will breaks and he's pulled bodily to the bed by his traitorous and not at all reliable heart. Satoru grins as Suguru comes over, eyes never leaving the gameboy. But in Suguru's experience, Gojō Satoru has never needed to look directly at him to know where he is.

"What'd he tell you?" Suguru says, resisting sitting on the bed.

If Satoru's plaintive pout is anything to go by, that isn't where he'd thought Suguru would stop. Satoru looks up and pats the space next to him with an energy he hadn't had seconds earlier. Enthusiasm pours from him.

Suguru's resistance falters in record time.

Satoru throws back his head with a laugh and Suguru delights at how limitless seems to automatically register his headboard as a threat. Satoru would have surely brained himself otherwise.

"He said 'They were making bad decisions and someone needed to teach them a lesson.'” Satoru parrots, uncharacteristically sullen. Suguru wonders how old the kid is. “But get this! Then he said 'And our teachers aren't teaching them so I had to.'"

Satoru wheezes out infectious laughter. Suguru is helpless to it.

"Like, I'm not surprised he's getting into fights—he got bad DNA—but the mora~lity" Satoru leans close and wiggles his fingers in Suguru's face.

"I–" Satoru tries to continue, but tumbles back, one arm holding his stomach, overtaken by laughter. "I mean it Suguru, you'd love this kid." Satoru finally gasps out, when he can form words again.

Suguru's used to being pulled into Satoru's orbit. He didn't realize it would still come this easily to him. It's been six years of "chance" encounters: Sporadic meaningless texts (because that was Satoru’s way of keeping them connected) and unwanted 'meet-cute's (because that was Suguru's).

He looks at the man next to him, at both their bare feet, Satoru's dangling off the edge of his bed. Satoru had been incredibly belligerent about always keeping his shoes on when they were younger. Suguru had told him directly, multiple times, that it was 1. Unsanitary and 2. Rude. So, Satoru had done it out of spite. They’d wrestle, Suguru would win because Satoru’s hand-to-hand was shit, and then they’d go about their time together.

He wonders when they left the realm of being 'boys'. Suguru thinks of how grown he'd felt at eighteen, he thinks of how much older he is now. He looks at Satoru and notices how the baby fat around his face has started to give way to the crest of his cheek bones and the sharp lines of his jaw. Suguru wonders what gradual changes he's overlooked in himself. He wonders if Satoru notices them, stark with the time they've been apart.

Satoru's laughter has died down. They both just rest there. No one willing to disturb the delicate balance of their own selective memory at the moment. In the quiet, it's easy to forget how far they’ve walked down opposite roads. In Suguru's pristine room, they're just two men who have cared about one another since their first year in high school. Not that far off from so many other people they share the planet with, in that regard.

Satoru sighs, it cuts through the ambient creaks and groans of Suguru’s house, then he lolls his head over to look slightly above Suguru. Suguru huffs out a little laugh when he realizes what Satoru is doing.

"Does it still look like an oil slick?"

Satoru's gaze travels around Suguru's edges.

"Yep," Satoru says, popping his 'p'. "Forgot how pretty it is in person." The solemnity of his tone, at odds with the music floating from the little 90s relic sitting forgotten between them.

And�� oh boy, Suguru is in over his head. He didn't realize they were heading towards vulnerability. Suguru, very. strongly., doesn't believe he's emotionally prepared for that. The realization feels like a cold fist has gripped at his guts.

So, he flicks Satoru on the side of the head.

"C'mon, I thought you wanted to learn how to make noodles?"

┉┉┉

Satoru is no stranger to stare-downs—he has an iron will, they’re inevitable sometimes—so he sets his shoulders and plans to win the three way stare war he's currently in with two ten year olds and his stupid unhinged best friend.

"When I asked you to teach me how to make noodles and you agreed–"

("You didn't ask, you demanded.")

"I thought that meant you were going to teach me how to make noodles."

Suguru smiles sheepishly (guiltlessly, the little liar) and shrugs at Satoru, placating.

"The girls like to help and this is their house as much as it's mine. If they want to be the ones to make noodles with you, they have every right to be."

This is our space, not yours; you don't get to demand here the way you do elsewhere. Satoru hears the unspoken dig. Well, Suguru's got him there. Satoru rolls his eyes behind his blindfold. He waves his white flag of defeat with a loud exaggerated groan and undignified hunch of his whole person.

"Fi~" Satoru drags it out for good measure, "~ine."

He catches the sideways glance Suguru gives him, sly and just on the edge of unkind. This fucker, Satoru thinks.

"And practice by way of teaching is good for communication skills. I mean, look at you now! You should really know the benefits best, right Sato– Ow!"

But Satoru's good at this game too, and he's not one to be one-upped. So, before Suguru has the chance to finish his ~little jab~, Satoru grabs a strand of his hair and yanks. Hard. (Hard enough to pull some of it out, oops.) Then he short distance teleports himself to hover up by the eaves of Suguru's kitchen.

Satoru grins down at the very familiar expression gracing Suguru's face. It's harder now than it used to be, Satoru notes as he takes stock of the way Suguru's face has less squish and more tension than when they were teenagers.

Satoru flips through all the ways he can imagine Suguru responding. All part of the game. Their game.

What he doesn't expect, is to be scolded by one of the ten year olds he'd fully forgotten the existence of.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

Satoru's harsh startled laugh and Suguru's scolding "Nanako!" come at the same time.

Satoru teleports directly in front of the little girl and stares her down. He's curious if she'll yield (there's potential there, if she doesn't). He's curious if she knows who he is yet. What his existence signifies on a grander level for their little family.

She doesn't yield. Not only that, but the quiet one finally pipes up. "You shouldn't be rude in someone else's house." Which, fine, that's very Suguru of her to say. "If you are, they have the right to get rid of you however they see fit. I think one of Getō-sama's curses should eat you." Well now, that's a little less Suguru of her. Or well, actually no, that's still probably pretty Suguru of her, all things considered.

But if they think one of Suguru's curses could do anything to him, then they don't know who he is yet. Good. That'll make making noodles easier.

But first.

"Getō-sama? Really?" Satoru grins so hard his cheeks hurt. He's never going to let Suguru live that down.

Suguru looks like he regrets every decision he's ever made in his life and Satoru, for one, doesn't mind that. There are certainly some decisions he should have gone without making.

"Can we please just make noodles?" Suguru pleads, looking exhausted.

"Yep!" Satoru twitters and slings his arm around Suguru's shoulders. He doesn't know how long this little charade of normalcy is going to last between them, but so long as Suguru keeps giving him inches, Satoru plans to keep taking miles.

"But first, I'm Gojō Satoru, your sort-of-dad's best friend." Satoru wears his irreverence like armor and waits for Suguru's response. He doesn't wait long. Satoru feels the tension that takes up residence in the broad lines of Suguru's shoulders. Satoru also clocks the way Suguru's pulse starts to race. Interesting, Satoru thinks. He'll have to wait and piece together what that actually means, but there's no denial in the face of Satoru’s words, so that's something.

Satoru takes stock of the girls next. They don't seem convinced.

"You, the yelled at one," Satoru squats down to their level and points, "you're Nanako. That makes you," he exaggeratedly swings his gaze and accusational finger towards the other girl, "Mimiko."

Satoru feels himself slipping into teacher mode; play everything up, make the kids feel at ease with his goofiness. "So, I don't know how to cook for shit." Suguru groans and okay, the way Satoru talks to teenagers maybe isn't the way he should talk to ten year olds, but Nanako giggles, so whatever. It's working. "And according to Getō-sama~," Satoru can't help but wiggle as he says it, he might as well act as stupid as as he finds that title, "you two are some special class chefs." Satoru laces every word with as much gusto as he can muster, and he can muster a lot of gusto.

The girls look at one another.

C'moooon, Satoru thinks. Maybe if he just wills it hard enough, he can win over these two little girls. (And maybe if he can win over these two little girls, he can win back some little part of Suguru. All he needs is an in. Let me help you, he thinks.)

After the most excruciating few seconds of Satoru’s life, Nanako looks at him, a massive grin spreading over her face. Satoru feels as light as when he's flying, a big dopey grin spreading over his own face.

"Getō-sama says it's important to help other jujutsu-shi in need, so we can help you. Also, you're kinda weird but pretty funny, so you'll probably be fun to cook with." Mimiko nods with the whole top half of her body in a silent but forceful agreement with her sister.

Satoru positively cackles. He stands, rounding on Suguru and shakes him by his shoulders before flicking himself into existence over where the twins had started heading towards the kitchen shelves.

"Lead the way ladies!" Satoru yells in a voice far too loud for indoors. Nanako grabs him by the wrist and starts rattling off the things she needs him to grab from the high shelves she and Mimiko can't reach.

┉┉┉

This can't be happening, Suguru thinks, entirely hopeless and woefully under prepared. Getō Suguru has become, for all intents and purposes, someone very used to being in control of every aspect of his life. He is an incredibly effective money laundering cult leader. He's magnanimous in the realm of curse users and unparalleled in his ability to garner support, bordering on devotion. Even Satoru breaking into his home to play fucking pokemon gold in his bed didn't feel outside of something somewhat controllable.

This though. This is very much outside of something he can control.

Satoru is good with kids. Satoru is good with his kids. Suguru stands somewhat stunned as he watches Mimiko muster up enough courage to throw a handful of flour at Satoru. It scatters around him and drifts to the ground. The girls titter and howl with excitement, cascading questions at him about how that keeps happening. He keeps up with them beat for beat. Suguru vaguely hears Satoru encourage them to keep throwing whatever they want at him, and that's something Suguru should really nip in the bud, but he's too busy not functioning.

Suguru is going to die. This is it. Not at the hands of a curse, no. Getō Suguru is going to die right in his own kitchen from cardiac arrest at the ripe old age of twenty-four. Actually, no, this is exactly how he thought he would die: At the hands of Gojō Satoru.

He just didn't think it would be at the hands of a bare armed, sweat pant thieving Gojō Satoru covered in flour in Suguru's kitchen.

And then there's that.

When had Satoru gotten arms and shoulders like that? Suguru feels like he's hemorrhaging. Satoru had always been a bean pole, a human noodle. And! Suguru knows for fact that Satoru doesn't exercise. Suguru knows because he lifts—he'd started in school and had found the exertion clarifying—and he'd invited Satoru, more than once, in what Suguru had insisted to himself was not a thinly veiled attempt to see Satoru in fewer layers, but a genuine extension of an enjoyable activity to a friend. Suguru winces at the avalanche of his thoughts and wonders if he's ever going to not be embarrassed by the mortifying ordeal of having existed prior to this year.

But "Flour," had been the one word reason Suguru had been given as Satoru started stripping, right there in front of him and his girls and whatever God people fucking believed in. Suguru had felt more destabilized in that moment than he had in years, but at least Satoru'd had the decency to blink out of existence before taking his pants off.

The sudden silence had been deafening in the wake of Satoru's reign of youth-entertaining terror.

Suguru had caught his girls' astonished looks before Nanako, with possibly more wonder than he'd ever heard from her, said "How does he keep doing that?"

The soft exclamation had pulled Suguru back into his body, carried by warmth like a wave to the shore.

He'd walked to his girls, love spilling from him the way his curses' resentment usually did: Weaving through his fingers, curling through his veins. He'd cupped Mimiko's cheek and gently squished Nanako's, like he'd done when they were smaller.

"Why don't we clean some of this up?" Suguru had said as he released a small curse with a very large tongue onto the floor.

But Suguru's very short lived peace had ended when Satoru popped back into existence upside down above the three of them with a too loud "Missed me?" wearing one of Suguru's sleep masks and Suguru's longest pair of sweatpants.

Mimiko would have fully toppled over if Suguru hadn't caught her.

Suguru would have fully toppled over if Mimiko hadn't provided a much more immediate concern to focus on than Satoru wearing his pants.

So, as it stands, Suguru pulls together pots and cutlery in his kitchen, perishing as his best friend, kids, and kind-of-disgusting cleaning curse ruin his house and maybe also his last vestiges of sanity.

┉┉┉

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[vickyvicarious]

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL. MY BOY IS BACCKKKK

omg it's been so long

"all I wrote down was... true." and then the pause... ajfklasdf

the HESITATION before "the Count" and the HATRED ohohohohoho

ooh somehow I always missed that Jonathan went to pick van Helsing up from the hotel. no wonder he was surprised to see him

heehee, Jonathan being charmed by van Helsing being charmed by Mina

that sting of music at "you have cured me." is spooky!

Love the delivery of "Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. -No, you don't!... you couldn't... with eyebrows like yours!" Jonathan sounds almost lost in his own head/memories at first, and then like he's cutting van Helsing off forcefully, too forcefully. He realizes how intense he's being, tries to save it by turning things into a lighthearted joke

ohh, van Helsing has such a fun laugh when he isn't King Laughing.

Jonathan: "<3 I would listen to him go on praising Mina for a day <3"

more HANDSHAKES OF FRIENDSHIP I love them so much

ohhhh, Jonathan's voice when he says it made him choky. So cute.

Jonathan's ferocity on "I am with you heart and soul."

""The Westminster Gazette"—I knew it by the colour" Jonathan is so observant. I wonder if he went home and bought his own copy to read for what affected van Helsing so much. but he might be too busy with Count preparations

"Mein Gott! Mein Gott! So soon! so soon!" THIS DELIVERYYYYYY and the repeated "so soon"s continuing under the train noises. agonizing

I never realized that van Helsing didn't expect Lucy to be risen yet! This is the first he knows of her hunting down kids!

"Truly there is no such thing as finality." god Jack sounds so exhausted. He's had more sleep in the past few days than in ages but he sounds tired and miserable still. And once again he's isolating himself in work, not reaching out to friends for comfort.

"I had a letter from Arthur," the wistful almost laugh, and god everything that comes after about Art and Quincey. It is so apparent that he wants to be there with them, that he wishes he could be receiving comfort too, but he doesn't feel like he is the one who deserves it.

"he will only let out enough at a time to whet curiosity." he sounds tired here. in an annoyed way, but mostly just tired. he doesn't seem to have the energy to feel curious anymore, because what's the point? Lucy is already gone.

van Helsing STILL refusing to speak first, buddy he is outright asking you to just tell him. start with the vampires!

every single "____? no?" is so funny. he says it almost the same way every time, trying to find his baseline for Jack's skepticism

"For, had she live one more day, we could have save her." oooof

"Do you mean to tell me that Lucy was bitten by such a bat; and that such a thing is here in London in the nineteenth century?" van Helsing, this was your opportunity! if only he knew that Jack has noticed Bat Weirdness already, it would have been a great opening

so much corn

"Here I interrupted him. I was getting bewildered;" he sounds it, oh my goodness. Also still just upset and distressed by all this

"[harsh sigh] To believe what?" SO frustrated, ahhahaha I love it, and I totally get it

""In God's name, Professor Van Helsing, what! do! you! meannnn?"" bwhaahahahaa omg Jack Has Had Enough

"Oh, my friend, why, think you, did I go so far round, why take so long to tell you so simple a thing? Was it because I hate you and have hated you all my life? Was it because I wished to give you pain? Was it that I wanted, now so late, revenge for that time when you saved my life, and from a fearful death? Ah no!" VERY dramatic wording, some more Miette energy here

but seriously, Jack is so loyal, and willing to go so far for the people he loves

Dr Vincent sounding American is funny because that means so far the only people in London to namedrop vampires are all American. I guess that fits with vampire bats being from South America

"he said he wanted to play with the 'bloofer lady." so at least we can assume Lucy has that vampire charm going on pretty well. She isn't hunting via scare tactics or stealth. She's playing with them, or at least they think she is. thoughts about vampire hunting strategies...

"and standing back, politely, but quite unconsciously, motioned me to precede him. There was a delicious irony in the offer, in the courtliness of giving preference on such a ghastly occasion." this is funny for other reasons too if you think about how nervous van Helsing probably is too. also how he is trying to make sure Jack can't just leave

Jack is great at setting a spooky/sad scene.

the bag rustling noises! the coffinlid creak!

Jack's whisper... and his protectiveness over Lucy...

van Helsing's bone saw gets a lot of use for non-bone purposes

"all the dogged argumentativeness" ohohoho he's feeling so stubborn and almost petulant sounding. I love the sarcasm in van Helsing's "That is good logic."

the strong threat of breakdown of trust in van Helsing offering the key, so Jack will know he isn't messing with the coffin/corpse. And Jack just stubbornly refusing because that wouldn't be enough to stop van Helsing anyways

and yet despite his anger, his frustration and exhaustion and disbelief, he still doesn't leave. he willingly stands vigil.

the music as Lucy comes through. oh, I love it

"Are you satisfied now?" van Helsing has an edge of guilt and horror, the tired almost sigh on the last word. And yet this entire situation has NOT been predisposing Jack to buy in so he just gets even snippier and more sarcastic ("yes, it is a child!")

Jack and van Helsing sneaking up and dropping a little kid in the path of a policeman is such an absurd image. but it's really sad at the same time. I feel awful for these poor kids.

#dracula daily #re: dracula #van helsing #jonathan harker #jack seward #vampire!lucy #lucy westenra

[braemjeorn]

CHAPTER XI [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre: general audience

notes/warning: regency period drama; lightsickness; christmas; gidts; loving eyes; paternal bonding

wordcount: 2.1k

summary: i hope you'll like another sprinkle of sickfic and winter fluff!

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

© Do not repost, copy, or republish into another site or under another name.

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

TAGLIST: @spookykryptoniteperson @nixtape-foryou @do-you-know-what-else-is-big

The Commodore’s responsibilities as landlord were of little significance to Seungmin and Jeongin. Not that the other boys now and then peered into the study to greet their father, but the two youngest had a penchant for wandering in and admiring the odd contents of his desk. Mari's scoldings and reminders for them to remain out of the door were futile. It was clear when she saw the Commodore’s eyes sending her a pleading gaze over Jeongin’s mop of hair, she was alone on her side. 

“He made a good revelation as to what I should do with the bridge down east,” Commodore Bang reasoned. He did not object to the boys wandering about his room. Mari had protested—but then the Commodore continued that he had set the boys some rules upon the matter, with firm consequences should they be broken, especially when guests visited. With some shame at thinking him too lenient as a father, Mari relented. 

“But why should they disturb you when they already have you for lunch and afternoon?” came her weak argument. It was not untrue; the Commodore had set a routine to involve himself with the boys from lunch to bedtime. He’d take anyone willing in his lap to read or practise English or hear the older ones grumble about their day. He took it in an easy stride, sharing their wonder and giving them his well-thought responses to questions. Even through the distractions, he was a ready ear and aid, easy hands fixing their toys and tying their puppet strings.

It might have excluded Mari from attention or necessity, which she suppose will happen in any other house. The boys, however, never ceased to mention her before the Commodore. Like she was not sewing a mere few chairs away, and capable of making her defences. They rambled on about the things she had shown or explained to them — or not know, much to her chagrin. Something she mentioned in the past summer, or the morning class. She reminded herself to be more careful with her words in the future, though the boys merely reveal them to seek their father’s opinion. The Commodore, to her surprise and delight, did not sneer or refute her words—he might have done that a season ago. “Did she?” was asked with a teasing brow, otherwise he corrected nor refuted her (or the boys' reiteration of her knowledge). He spoke to his boys about what he knew of the matter while keeping his eyes on her. Like some form of peacekeeping, and acknowledging her part in it. She appreciated it, though Mari still had to defend herself on her stance in the reiteration. Otherwise, they make mild arguments of their differing opinions, or she divulged the subject deeper and easily correlated it with the Commodore's understanding.

“You must teach us both sometimes,” Seungmin piped up. "And explain things together."

“Don’t you think this is already a class, lad? An afternoon class?” the Commodore asked back.

It didn’t take long for Mari to notice how involved she was in the family of eight. For goodness sake, yes, she’s employed by them! But she knew not whether it was by the lack of a maternal figure or that they genuinely were fond of her (both ideas made her huff to scold herself) that made the boys seek her for advice and comfort. Perhaps she was only used to seeing children in the class till the afternoon, and those weeks of constant presence developing deeper into trust came as a surprise to her.

She had wondered if her scolding or discipline could come too harsh for them, that they would shirk away. They did in petulance, which only lasted for hours before they shyly asked for her help, like a veiled request for a truce. In a way, they seemed unable to make do without her company. Like that time Hyunjin had pulled her out to join them in a walk with their father. Mari had thought they might enjoy the company of their father, but the lad had said it would not do without her. That was all there was to it. Something warm swelled inside her at the inclusion, though a firmer thought had nudged it from blooming. Mari could only wonder what the end of her stay would be for them all, entangled in their midst.

An additional thought to these mullings, Mari might as well chide herself for acting so friendly with the Commodore. Their afternoon conversations had settled the air between them into something lighter. They might tease one another, and it was easy enough to sound their displeasure without sounding too brash. These mullings did not please her as she sat before bed in front of her mirror. Such casualty with her employer will not bode well, she thought with flushing skin. And yet, how bad could it be, to esteem her employer as a friend and respect him in the same regard? She might even speak with him in the easy way Minatozaki-san and Mr Kang spoke with him, sans the familiar address. Yet with the two having known the Commodore before his fortune, Mari was not sure if she would have the same leeway.

Not that the Commodore seemed to have any reservations about her seeing him in various dishevelled states. Either mere flushings as the boys teased him, or red-nosed with hair all awry, hurrying to join his boys on the floor before the fire after his excursions.

Jeongin fell ill one day, with sniffles and a warm body. Commodore Bang offered to look after him when Mari brought up his breakfast. Thus a plain table and chair were settled by the bed for him to continue work. Jeongin sleeps after breakfast, and Mari is content enough to start the other’s lesson. Jeongin was in good hands, and she promised the two to come back by lunch.

When she returned, the room and the table were vacated. Mari turned to the adjoining playroom, looking in from the broad open door with the strewn toys and books. Jeongin was kneeling upon the rug, the Commodore lying prone on his back before him. The boy clutched his fox doll, his other hand stacking wooden beads upon his father’s long nose. The Commodore’s palm rests upon his chest like a corpse, his eyes shut. Yet he was smiling, making the beads roll away from the planes of his face, even as Jeongin placed them on his flat forehead or lodged them on the crooks of his eyes and nose.

“Appa, don’t laugh,” came Jeongin's soft demand, followed by a sniffle. The words only served to make the man shake with laughter. The beads tumbled away, and Jeongin huffed. But he noticed Mari approaching, and rose to meet her.

“It’s lunchtime, little kit,” she said, taking him into her arms. “Shall I call for it here, or are you up to going down?”

“Will you eat with me here?” Jeongin asked.

“If you like.”

The youngest considered this and then spoke again. “Can I go down?”

“If you’re feeling better,” Mari allowed, for his skin’s cooler after his medicine and an early nap. He will be well by the next day.

“I’d like to go down,” Jeongin decided.

“Very well.”

Mari turned to the Commodore, still prone on the floor watching their exchange. He didn't seem disturbed at Mari finding him on the floor, smiling wider when their eyes met. She leaned down to speak with him, the way she does with the boys.

“You’re too good for us all, Miss Son,” Commodore Bang declared before she could say a word.

Mari gaped, perplexed by the sudden words. But with a short laugh, she brushed it away and continued, “I thought you would still be busy at these hours, Commodore.”

“There was little work today—or I arranged it to be so,” he smiled. “For my youngest was skilful to divert my attention to him.”

He sat up from the floor, rising first and then offering his hands for Mari. Jeongin stretched his hands, and Mari sighed at his request to be carried. Commodore Bang laughed at them, giving his hands for the youngest to hold. 

With Christmas approaching, Mari spared some hours from studying to teach the boys how to craft garlands and boughs. With Mr Park helping them fish twigs and ferns (and mistletoes) from the park, it was quite an exciting little project. Christmas decorations had not started, but Mari would return home before the twenty-fifth. She can only help them bind the greens, not hang them. Many sullen faces appeared at this arrangement. Yongbok dared to mutter that it would be boring to stay with their father for two weeks.

“Boring?! No, indeed!” Mari laughed. “Weren’t you having good fun with your father these days?”

“But it's not the same without you,” Yongbok said, who had curled beside her like a cat.

“Come now—at least your father did not come home after Christmas this year.” Minatozaki-san’s reminder did nothing to ease the pouts. Yongbok slumped deeper to Mari’s side.

“The thing is Miss Son, hadn’t it been for you all these might not have happened—Appa might not even stay,” Minho pointed out. “We ought to celebrate it with you.”

“That is my reward?”

Minho hesitated at her teasing stare. “Of a sort.”

Mari laughed. “Will allowing me to return home not be enough reward for me? For I haven’t seen my good mother and sisters for a long while, and why shouldn’t I spend a good time with them on this lovely Christmas?”

“We would not detain her here,” Commodore Bang said, having just stepped into the room and sat on a low stool. “After all, I promised her that she would receive her seasonal holiday as is her right. I would not persuade her to do less. She has her own family to go home to, and we will go see our own.”

“We’re going to Grandmother’s!” Jisung recalled, rather pleased with the recollection.

The air shifted with more pleasure; Mari’s gaze drifted to the Commodore and smiled in gratitude. He nodded, and turned again to his boys, “There now. You shall see your cousins and your uncles—and you have much of the sea to discover anew.”

Yet as if still in revolt to being unable to stop her departure, they pile upon her many gifts to bring home. Minho insisted that she must not leave empty-handed, thus with his brothers, packed condiments and preserves for her. The basket was soon full of jars of jellies and tins of biscuits. Mrs Park, the cook, scolded them for a good hour. More for ransacking the pantry than sending Mari with it. The Commodore gave them a mild lecture, before insisting that a goose be brought from the poultry. Mari stammered as she took the basket, seeing a book from the library above the napkin. The boys slipped hellebore blooms in her hand and beckoned her for kisses. She laughed and hugged them.

“I long to return home now — but be assured my thunderous little gentlemen,” she said. “In twelve days, I shall be wanting your company again.”

Thus she returned to the little white cottage over the hill, finding some sobriety from the three women. Mari relished the calmness, even while relaying them lively tales of her charges; every penchant of mischief the boys had to laugh over tea. She gazed long out of the snowy garden and hummed as she walked to the church or around the neighbourhood, feeling the comfort of the familiar pine trees. Like a warm blanket after a cold and tiring day.

“The finest goose and venison our Sukja did ever see,” Mrs Ahn commented upon the Commodore’s gift. While Inha had rambled in her surprise and excitement—”You spoke well of him lately, but to have a family favour you so, you are the luckiest employed woman among us!”—the elderly woman gave her fond praise of Mari’s employer and the boys.

“Such finely prepared condiments—a kind family, indeed. To have such warm generosity when you are a patron of so many individuals—there is no greater blessing than to have such a leader to look up to. And to think of your earlier descriptions of him being cold and distant! But, you have told us, Mari, he has changed now. A very good man you are, Commodore Bang. I hope that nothing but joyful times will come to his life and his family. After all the tragedy in his life, he deserves to be repaid with nothing less.”

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[imashoe69420]

HIHI! So I was kinda curious if you would feel comfortable writting Leo x Reader Angst?

(Like for the plot, Reader and Leo have been dating for a few months until Reader meet their best friend they haven’t seen in ages and as time goes by Reader starts losing Feelings for Leo, how would you think he’d react to that news🤨)

Also have a lovely day and please if it makes you uncomfortable delete this!!

Omg I’ve been wanting to write something like this but it made me sad to think abt 😭 but I’ll try my best

It Was Real To Me

Rise!Leo X GN!Reader

Prompt: You realize that your relationship with Leo wasn’t what you were looking for.

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Timeline: pre-movie (season 2)

Warning ⚠️: Angst, reader is kind of a bad person ( ´∀｀)

Requests are open!

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It tore you up inside; how you only invited Leo over to break up with him.

A few months ago, your childhood best friend had come back into town for the remainder of the school year after she left when the two of you were in middle school.

In her absence, you mourned. You weren’t the best at making and keeping friends. She was the only one that never gave up on you. Your friend never called you crazy or weird in a negative way like your past friends did. She always cared about you.

Your friend left a hole. And you decided to fill that hole with Leo.

The two of you weren’t especially close until she left. Once you two began to hang out more, you eventually started to develop feelings for each other and eventually making it official. Or at least, that’s what you’d thought.

Leo was always kind and charismatic like your friend was. He himself was weird—a mutant—so he was the last person to derogatorily call you weird. The turtle always had an excuse to come see you: “I left one of my swords at your place” or “I think I dropped something at your place”. At the time, you loved it.

He made you feel wanted.

But when your friend came back, you lost interest in him.

Leo’s visits became a nuisance. Your late night FaceTimes grew shorter and then reduced into just texting. You’d tell him you were busy when you weren’t or going to go see your friend.

Noticing your distancing from him, Leo tried frantically to get you to hang out with him. He first tried visiting unannounced so you couldn’t preemptively tell him to not come over. Most of the time, you’d ask him to leave. Other times, you’d let him in but act disinterested in what he was talking about.

He then tried texting you. Like, a lot. Constantly updating you about his day. But after only a few days of it, you turned your read receipts off so he wouldn’t know if you’d seen them or not.

So many questions danced in his mind. Was he a bad boyfriend? Did he do something wrong? Why were you acting like this? He would ask you, but you were ignoring him at the moment.

At your home, Leo talked your ear off in an attempt to keep you captivated. In a way, he felt like he knew what was going to happen that night and he wanted to delay it as much as possible.

“—and I spiked Hypno with a swordfish and I was like: ‘like minnow how that heals up’.” He laughed a bit forcibly. “Get it? Minnow?”

You copied his forced laugh, not lifting your eyes from your phone. When Leo peeked at your screen, he saw that you were texting someone with caller ID “Bestie”.

“Bestie”? You were his bestie. No, you were his partner. And he was in person talking to her when this guy was behind a screen. Why weren’t you paying attention to him?

Frustrated, Leo sighed. “If only I had a face to talk to rather than the top of a head.”

You glanced up at him and shrugged. “I’m talking to someone.”

There was no way you’d just said that.

“Well, don’t you think you should be talking to me? The person that’s right in front of you? Your boyfriend?”

The last bit made you cringe. Boyfriend. He just had to remind you, didn’t he? At this point, the word meant nothing to you. Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

That word used to send butterflies swarming in your stomach. Now it just made you feel guilty, angry, and then guilty that you’re angry.

With a sigh, you stood up and ambled towards the window that led to the fire escape. You pulled the window open and stepped outside, the cool night breeze toying with your hair.

After a few seconds, Leo followed but didn’t near you leaning up against the railing. He knew what was going to happen. It was obvious. For months, you didn’t pay any attention to him, you acted annoyed when he would speak to you, and he never really saw you that often.

Leo didn’t want it.

He still had feelings for you regardless of how you had been treating him as of late. He still liked holding your hand and kissing you and going out on dates. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get a say in this.

The turtle suddenly broke out in a cold sweat as he spoke. “(Y/N)?”

You gazed at him over your shoulder, but other than that, you didn’t validate his words.

“(Y/N)… I’m just assuming,” Leo prefaced, “but I don’t want us to end. I still like you and I wanna be with you. I dunno why you’re over me all-a sudden but—”

Turning towards him and raising a hand, you interrupted him. “It’s not “all-a sudden”, Leo. It’s just… it’s complicated.”

A twinge of anger made the turtle furrow his would-be eyebrows. “‘Complicated’? What—did everything just stop?”

“No, Leo.” You exhaled as you urged him to come closer to you. He obliged, resting his elbows against the railing.

You didn’t look at him.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes, staring up at the moon and taking in the musky New York air.

Soon though, the blue clad turtle pipes up. “Is it because of… ‘bestie’?”

You’d assumed that he’d seen your phone from earlier and stretched uncomfortably. There was a good way and a bad way to do this. This felt like the bad way.

With a nod, Leo sadly chuckled to himself.

“Okay… okay. Well… I’m glad you told me, I guess.” He crossed his arms tightly across his plastron.

Tears began to collect in your eyes as you shook your head in disbelief of your actions. “I’m sorry, Leo. I liked you. I really did but… it wasn’t really real. And I realize that now. I’m really sorry.”

“Heh… liked.” Leo squeezed his biceps before grabbing his sword and opening a portal. Before he stepped through, he turned back to face you, his usual cocky smirk contorted into a deep frown. “Y’know… it was real to me the whole time. It’s not fair that you get to decide what is and isn’t real.”

Suddenly, his frown is replaced with a half smile. “But you’ll miss me. Everybody misses Leo eventually. G’night, sleep tight.” He sarcastically saluted you before stepping through the portal and disappeared.

The tears finally began to trickle down your cheeks and collected on your chin. Your bottom lip trembled as you sobbed quietly. Even though you didn’t like Leo the way you used to, you still cared about him. You didn’t want him to be upset.

Being the cause of his pain made you realize why you were so bad at keeping people around.

Maybe you were weird.

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[astarlow]

S/o ask their lover a surprising question out of the blue

Characters: Ana, D.Va, Mercy and Tracer Form: Imagine Warning: mention of death and wedding Word Count: 1520 A/n: I've written this before the Overwatch 2 beta but we're well past that now. I also opened Kofi if any of you want to support me

Ana

Ana pours the tea gently into their respective cup. They had this ritual every morning to sit down around a nice cup of tea and a simple breakfast to start the day. It is a simple ritual but one they appreciate truthfully.

S/o munch on their pancakes while Ana sips her tea with a smile. Her eye patch is on the table, her hair loose from its usual braid. S/o contemplate her. After finishing their bite, they smile at Ana's curious eyes directed at them.

"What is so funny dear?"

"Nothing, just admiring the fact I have breakfast every day with a beautiful lady." Ana lets out a slight chuckle, hidden behind her hand.

"Charmer, but it's not the only thing, right?" S/o's smile reaches their eyes.

"You're right on the spot as always. Did you ever think about having grandchildren?" S/o did not miss the creases on her face. The slight gap between her lips and the way her brows furrowed just a bit.

"I cannot say I never entertained that thought. It was a wish of mine to have grandkids but it has become a distant dream today."

"Why's that?"

"I don't think the climate is good to have children. I keep fighting to make this place a safer world for future generations. That is why I believe now wouldn't be the greatest time to think of it. Besides, I do not think I'd make a good grandmother. After what happened with Fareeha, it's better if it stays like this." She lets out a heavy sigh, muffled by the chuckle of her s/o.

"You think so? Because I think you did a pretty good job. Sure, you might have not given her the greatest education but you tried your best. You still do. And who wouldn't a badass grandma like you?" She shakes her head with a slight sigh.

"I guess I'll have to think more about this. Now, I believe you promised me to clean the dishes for today, right?" She points at the mess in the sink and s/o groan.

"Right..."

D.Va

Hana finishes giving autographs to her fans while s/o pass her a bottle of water. Yuna is sitting next to her while Dae-hyun rests in the background. S/o hand a bottle to Yuna before going next to Dae-hyun. They notice Hana’s backpack is open and way too close to the public. They discreetly snatch it away, reprimanding Hana mentally for letting her stuff out in the open. They see Mei’s journal and they smile.

“She’s always been fond of her travels,” they muse to themselves, placing the backpack in the dressing room. They come back only to see Hana searching for said backpack.

“Dae-hyun, if you’re the one who took it away, it’s not funny!” He places his hands in the air in defence, shaking his head.

“Hey! I didn’t take it!”

“If I remember-”

“I took it, Hana you are letting it too close to your fans. What if one of them takes it away?” S/o give her a stern look but it dissolves when she replies with a tongue stuck out. 

“There’s nothing important, where did you put it?” She walks past them, looking behind their back hoping it would be there.

“I put it in the dressing room, but isn’t there a copy of Mei’s journal in it?” 

“Oh! Right! Thanks, s/o!” She sprints to the dressing room while they sigh out, though a smile can be found on their face. Hana comes back with a satisfied smile, reading certain pages of Mei's journal. S/o stares at her.

"Hey, how about we take a trip around the world, Hana? Clean your whole schedule for a year or less and we'll visit whatever countries you want to go to." They say out of nowhere and Hana laughs at them.

"Come on s/o, you know it's not possible." They shrug as they eye the journal in her hands.

"Can't say it's not a nice idea, right? I guess this is the life of glitz and glitter you’re living in. Always busy, never free."

"Of course, it's a nice idea! We just have so much room to improve and we have tournaments almost every month. We cannot afford one year to slip away like that."

“At least I tried, let’s make it a yearly thing then. Visit one country per year. Okay?” She mulls it over, nodding with an enthusiast smile after a while.

“Alright, if we’re smart enough, we can even visit the country during our tournaments!” They hold their hands out and she shakes it.

“It’s a promise then!” 

Mercy

"Don't you think it would be nice?" S/o start, their voice barely a whisper, soft against the skin of their lover. Angela eyes them from the corner of her eyes, waiting for them to continue their train of thoughts. "Angela, would you like to marry me?" She stares at them with eyes wide open. When she notices their serious look, she contemplates the idea.

"I cannot say I don't want to, I just think it isn't the right time Liebling." S/o nod a bit, wrapping their arms around her waist. They place their head on her shoulder, closing their eyes.

"Then just picture us. We could invite all of our friends, your former comrades from your Overwatch days. We can choose whatever location we want, we could forget all of our worries just for a day." They loosen their grasp on her waist, leaving a kiss on her head. "Or, we could have something smaller. Just a few of our closest friends, our relatives. We don't even need to have a ceremony." They sit in front of her, taking her hands in theirs. "Or it could be just the two of us. No one but us, the only witnesses of our oath are here, just the two of us." Angela stares at them fondly, a shy smile present on her face.

"If today is not the right time, I understand. I just want you to know that whatever we go through, I'll love you 'til the end of times." Angela leans in and leaves a kiss on their lips.

"I love you too. I truly do but I have to refuse right now but when I'll be ready, I'll say yes in a heartbeat and a thousand times if I  have to.” They nod with a slight smile. They kiss her hands and get up just after that, holding out a hand to her.

“I understand. Let’s go to bed then, alright? I don’t know about you but I crave some sleep right now.”

Tracer

They are lying down on the bed, after a hard workday, they collapsed on the bed. Lena has her head on their chest with her eyes closed while her s/o stare at the ceiling. They don’t want to interrupt Lena’s sleep, especially after she came back home so bruised and weary. Yet, here she is, smiling from ear to ear. They bring their gaze down, admiring her face.

She seems to sense their look because she opens one of her eyes, glancing at them. They’re not surprised to see her eye full of love.

“What’s up, love? Can’t fall asleep?” They shake their head, slightly so as to not bump into Lena’s head.

“No- well yes, I’m just thinking.” There is a slight silence and she chuckles.

“Well spit it out! You can’t just leave me hanging here.” They give a slight nod, pursuing their train of thoughts.

“Do you ever think about death?” Her eyes widen at their question. She rises from her laid position while s/o roll on their side to look at Lena. Their elbow against the bed, their hand against their cheek supporting their head. They switch roles, s/o listening attentively to whatever she is about to say while she talks.

“Yeah, it’s hard not to with our line of duty.” She crosses her legs, smiling dearly at her lover. “We’re basically buddies now.” She shrugs as if death is one of her dearest friends. S/o nod, finding solace in her words.

“I’ll always try to stay away from it though. Can’t die now, there’s still much to do! Especially with you by my side! And as a hero, there are things I must accomplish. I’ve seen many people die, some due to my own mistakes-“ s/o place a gentle hand on hers, taking it and kissing the back of it. She doesn’t need to name anyone, they see clearly who she’s referring to. “-and I don’t want anyone else to die. Not on my watch. I’ll do anything to protect anyone from death. At least, it’s my dream. Is my answer to your satisfaction?” She cocks her head to the side, curiosity filling her eyes.

“It was more than I could ask for, come here my hero.” They lean in for a kiss and Lena jumps in their arms with a laugh. “I love you, Lena.”

“Love you too!”

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[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Fem! Medic Reader) Part 3

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As instructed (Y/N) had arrived at the military base the night before she was set to be deployed. Like many to visit the base, she'd been mesmerized by the memorial to the thousands of fallen troopers. She took notice of the little details, how carefully each name had been carved into the stone, even which legion they'd fought with, if they did. Those who hadn't just had their names carved into the wall. The latest ones still had wet paint from where someone had carefully painted over the names, in order for them to stand out like the rest. (Y/N) carefully mouthed the names. Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait. With a shiver down her spine (Y/N) continued to walk towards the base, noticing a security team roaming around, she hadn't been surprised when one of the troopers with red markings on the otherwise stainless armor asked her for identification. Commander Thorn was his name. 

He politely made light conversation with her, as he lead her inside the base. He hadn't been surprised by her arrival, instead commenting they'd been patiently waiting, even mentioning there were a few yet to arrive. By the time they passed through the thick blast doors leading inside, they'd built up a friendship. The moment (Y/N) entered the large base, she took notice how cold it was inside, the halls warmly light, but the walls almost feeling like that of a prison, she was hit with a feeling of being trapped. The security booth clearly showing the highest priority in safety had been taken, although there was a question if the security was meant to keep something in or civilians out. Silence took over as (Y/N) walked down the maze of halls, she couldn't help but notice how all seemed the same, as if someone had simply copied and pasted the design over and over again. The same stainless doors, the same noisy grated floors. 

"Miss (Y/L/N)" came a calming voice from behind her. (Y/N) had quickly whirled around, her eyes widening with shock. A hand flew up to her chest in an attempt to calm her pounding heart. She soon looked to the owner of the calm voice, seeing a Kel Dor, by his robes it was a clear he was a Jedi, the lightsaber attached to his utility belt also offering evidence to her assumption. "Apologies little one. I am Plo Koon, the Jedi General you'll be serving with" added the Jedi, seeing the confusion pass over her features. She soon reached for the datapad in her side bag, trying to find the information she had been given. Plo Koon quickly realized she hadn't been made aware of changes. 

"Sorry for the confusion. I wasn't expecting to deploy until tomorrow" quickly explained (Y/N), a respectful tone flooding her voice, as she tried to hide her admiration for the Jedi General, she'd always been curious about those whom took up residency in the Temple, the peacekeepers whom now fought for the republic in the war. Soon enough a wave of embarrassment washed over the medic, suddenly unsure of everything. She hated being late for things, she hated being disorganized even more. Apparently now she was both, likely late for departing, and rather disorganized, even more so when she'd not been aware of the changes made. 

"Worry not little one" soothingly replied the Jedi Master, motioning for her to follow him back through the maze of cold prison like halls. "You're quarters have already been prepared" chuckled Plo Koon, recalling how some of his men had taken it upon themselves to ready everything for her arrival. Others had been more reserved due to the past medics assigned to them. The Med-bay had been re-stoked, much like Wolffe in particular had taken it upon himself to read up on her, even more so with the last minute change. "You'll be on rotating between several legions. With each one for a period of time before transferring to another" calmly explained the Jedi Master, recalling his own legion had been given priority due not having a medic of their own. Most the time they relied on the basic training they had been given as cadets, otherwise relying on their instincts. Most of the time it did the trick, but other times the method had devastating results. Previous medics hadn't been able to handle the pace, while others were more than happy to disembark at the earliest opportunity. 

(Y/N) nodded behind General Plo, her breath catching in her throat the moment the Venator Class Star Destroyer come into view. She'd bared witness to many of them coming and going, always from a distance. Now she was up close to one, her amazement took over. The ships were basically a small flying city. Each with its own little details one would only notice if close enough. General Plo waited for her astonishment to wash over, before continuing with the last leg of the journey, to board the cruiser known as the Triumphant. 

Upon entering the large cruiser, a sense of home washed over (Y/N), the halls were warm and welcoming. The opposite to what the military base had been. Troopers in both casual clothing and armor roamed the halls, a few droids here and there offering a few beeps as the pair passed by. Before (Y/N) knew they had entered the bridge, it being clear those there had been prepared for their next mission somewhere across the galaxy. It being obvious the only thing they'd be waiting for, was her arrival and the return of their Jedi General. 

The take off as to be expected was rough. For (Y/N) whom had never left Coruscant before certainly knew it. She could feel the thunderous vibrations from the engines through dark floors beneath her feet. The initial thrust towards the busy skies had almost knocked her off her feet, lucky for her someone had caught her before she'd fallen backwards. Gently placing her upright and keeping a light hold on her upper arm to ensure she wouldn't tumble over again. A small chuckle escaping the trooper once the ship had evened out, and he was sure she'd wouldn't tumble over again. 

"Thank you ...: started (Y/N), politeness and respect flooding her voice as she turned her attention to the trooper. He seemed almost taken aback by her thanks. Almost as if the idea of a civilian doing as such was foreign to him, something (Y/N) quickly realized would have be something she had to get used to, as well helped them come to terms with  the idea. After all she was there to help them when they needed it most. Not just because that was her job, but to show her gratitude and appreciation for their sacrifices they made to protect so many. A thankless job, especially when so many wrongly thought of clones as expendable. 

"Boost" added the trooper, offering a salute. He''d retrieved his helmet now, holding it to his side beneath his arm. On his lips was a friendly smile, as if he recognized her and wanted to help welcome her aboard and into the wolf pack. "General Plo said you be joining us, although he neglected to mention you're an angel" added Boost, a flirtatious tone in his voice, mixing with confidence. (Y/N) offered a sweet smile at the compliment, a chuckle escaping her to see another off to the side dramatically roll his eyes. Boost must have noticed her eyes flick off to the side, his attention fleeting over only to offer a salute to the other trooper. 

"Commander Wolffe, please give our medic the tour" commented General Plo, once again softness to his voice. The feeling of family washing over (Y/N), just as the respectful nod Wolffe sent Plo's way didn't go unnoticed, nor the playful tone of Boost comment to follow. Even if it did only serve to pull another eye roll from the battle worn commander. 

"Are you ready for this?" asked Wolffe, concern ringing through his gruff voice. Although he didn't turn his attention to (Y/N), she was aware he meant the reality of war rather than tour of the large cruiser. "It cruel out there, the missions we're sent on are highly dangerous. Injuries are devastating to say the least. Are you sure you can handle that?" again asked the commander, the same concern running through his voice. As if he was trying to protect her from the trauma likely to come, and ensure she knew there was nothing romantic about the battlefield. 

"I appreciate your concern Commander, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I applied for this" replied (Y/N), confidence in her voice, as she iterated she knew none of what was to come would be easy. Some days would harder than others, she'd always face the inevitability of not being able to save everyone, even if she did give it her best shot. She'd lose those she'd hopefully come to call friends. "From what I can gather you boys need me. I'm happy to take every risk there is, if it means all of you get the care needed" added (Y/N), a rebellious streak rising in her, as the words left her lips. Wolffe seemed at least satisfied with her answer, offering a nod and continuing to lead the way. (Y/N) wasn't sure when but the pair had stopped in the middle of the corridor at some point. 

"You could get hurt" commented Wolffe, this time turning his attention to her as if to gauge her reaction. 

"I'm not made of glass" quickly responded (Y/N), surprising even herself by the quick wit and response. Wolffe merely offered a chuckle, almost as if the answer had been one he'd hoped to receive. His doubts General Plo had chosen the right medic slowly fading. Sure she looked fragile but her words were proving otherwise. He only hoped her actions would too. 

"Looks like you've gain a following, Snap" casually spoke the Commander,  slipping the nickname in. Although he hadn't meant it to slip passed his lips. (Y/N) only offered a small laugh at the name. Suspecting he'd likely read over her file in order to get a idea of what she was like, that alone suggesting he and likely many others knew she was skilled and knew her way around a med bay, she had prior training so hadn't applied for the GAR role just the hell of it. Instead she was serious and determined, maybe even a bit stubborn. 

"Snap" repeated (Y/N), as she come to a stop outside the medbay door, Wolffe just in front of her. "Can't say I've been called that before" commented the medic, before entering the medbay that would serve as her temporary office. At least until her rotation with the 104th Legion come to an end, and she joined the next one. Wolffe followed along behind, leaning against the door frame, surveying as she ensured everything was present, from the simple things of bandages and bacta, to the more delicate equipment, such as the things needed to maintain cybernetics, both big and small. As soon as (Y/N) had deemed the small medbay as adequate, she once again followed Wolffe, making a note to memorize where things were. 

"From what I've read you can make quick decisions and your display of wit just then ..." began the Commander, in an attempt to explain what he deemed as a misstep, after all they barely knew each. The sound of soft laughter at his side, stop him in his tracks, the smaller woman with a gentle smile on her lips. Wolffe soon turned his attention back ahead, only now realizing she hadn't back away in fear, nor stared uncomfortably long at his cybernetic eye and disfiguring scar. Instead she treated him with kindness and respect, a rare thing to come across. "My scar and eye don't scare you?" calmly asked Wolffe, not being able to stop the curiosity rising, every other medic to pass through had been weary of him, avoiding as much as possible. Each of them couldn't have left quick enough and all of them seemed to judge him by his commanding nature and rough outer shell rather than whom he was as a person. 

"What's to be scared of?" simply responded (Y/N), looking to Wolffe with a certain expectation. "I see, others before me have judged you by it" sadly commented the medic, feeling her heart sink to know others meant to offer medical aid had also cause unseen damage too. Whether they knew it or not. "I wont judge you for your past, nor by your appearance. I'd hope you'd do me the same and not judge me by the actions of those who come before" requested (Y/N), the same kindness from before returning, just as respect flooded her voice one more. 

One again Wolffe stopped, this time in front of a simple, yet plain grey metal door. This one leading to (Y/N) personal quarters. The commander turned away, focusing his attention of his brothers walking down the corridor, each of them engrossed in something, whether that be a conversation about their latest mission or trip to 79's, or just determination to get to the bridge in order to listen to Plo as he informed them of changes made. Including the unexpected but welcome change of having (Y/N) aboard instead of their originally assigned medic, who had been re-assigned to the 212th. 

"Get some rest Snap" commented Wolffe, the moment the door made the familiar hissing noise. Signalling the correct combination of numbers had been entered. 

"Is that an order" quipped (Y/N), seeing what she believed was the smallest of smirks appear on Wolffe's sturdy lips. Mere seconds later she followed her words up with a simple but well meaning salute, receiving a nod from Wolffe in return, at least before he headed down the hall to his own quarters. 

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