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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader

Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!

The Confinement, To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.

Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.

!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.

!! Proceed at your own discretion

Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.

Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.

Word Count: 3.9k

∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.

You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.

Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.

"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.

Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.

Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.

"None, thank you for showing me around."

You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.

"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.

Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.

"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.

MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.

"I'm—"

"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.

A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.

"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"

Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?

"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"

"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.

Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.

"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.

"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"

With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.

"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.

You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.

Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.

In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.

The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.

When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.

He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.

"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.

"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."

"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.

"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."

You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.

You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.

König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.

You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.

∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.

"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.

"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.

The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.

Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."

"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."

He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.

Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.

Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.

"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.

Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.

She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.

Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?

"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.

Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.

Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.

Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.

1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.

Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.

There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.

What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?

The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.

He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.

Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.

Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.

"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.

Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.

You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.

"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.

You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.

"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."

He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.

Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.

"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.

Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.

The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.

Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.

Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.

If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.

"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.

∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.

With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.

Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.

Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.

Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.

It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.

You sat down, trying to calm yourself.

Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.

That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.

Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.

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You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.

Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.

This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.

"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.

Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.

"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.

Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.

"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."

It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.

“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.

You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.

“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”

“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”

“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”

You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.

He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.

“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.

“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“It did not.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.

You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.

“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”

You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.

“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.

In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.

He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.

“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”

This marks the end of this chapter.

[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]

CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:

[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest

[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want

[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost

[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language

[5]: Maus, Mouse

#yandere konig #monster fucker #fanfic #prisoner konig #nurse reader #female reader #monster!konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #cod #konig

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unholyplumpprincess · 1 year

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Falls on my knees,,, Peach can I please request nsft Junker Queen with a smol fem s/o who comes from a rich family and is kinda sheltered? Like, sneaks out to go see her Junker wife, maybe a bit of a corruption kink if that's okay? Ty ty in advance! And if the request isn't to your liking, that's totally alright too! <3

Now, I don't normally do gendered readers. BUT I couldn't get the idea of Junker Queen calling reader her Lil Princess soooooo I'll make a self indulgent exception this time. Also accidentally got carried away and wrote more than intended lmaooo

Reblogs > Likes. Please Reblog if you hit like/heart to keep more writers like me alive and to see more content! :D

Ao3 link: Here

Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Junker Queen x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader explicitly uses she/her pronouns + has a vulva + is called a good girl/princess/wife/etc, I'd say fem reader but as a femme nb Id be okay with those terms sooo, There's a public scene so like- pda but make it horny?, Possessive Junker Queen

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Would it really surprise anyone nowadays?

You always had a luxurious life- yet, very strict. You were raised under the intention of taking over your father's company, being the only child in line for it. You were to be someone else's legacy. Your feelings and opinions never mattered- not even your hobbies.

Your father ran a tight ship, one that limited you greatly even into your adult life. He worked closely with Vishkar, working on a program that would better life for humans and use omnics as either scrap metal or servants.

You never liked it, always having immense empathy for those around you. Omnics or otherwise. It left a poor taste in your mouth at the thought of having to take over such a company.

But. It did mean you had to learn the tricks of the trade. Meaning trading with other people, companies, and sometimes even faux kingdoms.

And that's where you met her.

~Rest under the cut~

Odessa was not a woman of unreasoning, but she definitely wasn't one you bullshitted with either. She could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound; No exception to your father either when he tried to underhand her.

She laughed in his face when he proposed helping with the feral omnics around and using them as scrap metal. Offering to clean out her Wasteland just for parts. But she knew better and had leaned down from her imposing throne, using her axe to tip his chin up as she crooned; "And what's in it for me, old man?"

Whilst looking directly at you.

He tried offering money for the scraps, but in the end they had reached an agreement of some kind. You would come to her faux kingdom and help her with financials and factions that she couldn't seem to get right. And of course, he'd still pay handsomely for the scrap he took. But, if he overstepped his bounds or went against his word, he could kiss his scraps goodbye.

And judging by how she had looked at your during this dealing, you expected you'd be scooped up as well as 'aid for the salt in her wounds'.

It's how you two get close. Odessa- or Dez, as you find she liked to be called instead- keeps to her word and uses your knowledge for her own gain. And in turn, you get to see parts of the world you know you'd never be allowed to.

She takes to calling you Princess, and at first you scoff at it. But soon it turned into a fond pet name, something that made you feel pretty and cherished.

Your interests start to show again, an old love of engineering and tinkering coming into play on one of the weeks she has you. She finds you late at night in her very own workshop, using pieces of scrap found around to make a makeshift sculpture of her Champion. A little ball that when a button was pressed, popping open into the sculpture to form the little hamster inside.

After that, she'd come and watch you instead.

Her keen eyes on you as she straddled a chair backwards, resting her chin over the top of it as her honey eyes burned holes into you.

Then more watching as you got to stay for longer periods of time. Dez was interested in your routines, how you lotioned your skin, patting lipgloss on your lips and doing your hair. Softer things she was unfamiliar with, just like the rougher things you too didn't understand.

Tension built between the two of you. You couldn't look her in the eye without feeling flustered. And it seemed like she caught on quickly, trying to do everything to impress you.

She was like a puppy some days.

Some times you caught her making a struggle sound when lifting something heavy, only to act like it was no big deal when you walked in the room. Or how some days she'd try to cook something more elaborate with spices like you did, but it would be too much and inedible.

It's the thought that counted.

It wasn't until she shows up in your room in her wing with flowers does it occur to you this silly queen had been trying to court you.

From there, you…try not to go home too often.

Your father doesn't like that you're enjoying time away. It all becomes too much one day when he tries to tell her he's breaking off the arrangement to the Queen. To which Dez laughs in his face and reminds him that she's not against taking his only child.

Not that you would be against it either.

When your relationship starts, she's all chivalry. She's loud, huge, and isn't scared to get into fights with people who even look at you sideways.

She holds your hand in public, grabs your ass, presses a hand on your lower back- you name it. She says it's to 'Give that lot something to really look at' and 'Let em know what's the Queen's property'.

It makes you feel…wanted.

But Dez also grabs your hand to guide you gently down the steps, or helps you tie your dresses up in the back. She'll sit with you while you take a bath, watching you with all your fancy bubbles and soft lotions with curiosity.

And then hunger when you offer for her to join you.

In turn, you learn to get a little dirty. The basics of self defense and standing up for yourself. Learning how to say No with certainty and getting into hobbies you'd long since forgotten.

It's one day after one of your baths does she make her move. She's upset about something, frustrated, looking to blow off steam. She tells you you smell so good, that you're so soft.

That she wants to tear you apart.

You go that night sore and bruised with bite marks lining every inch of you. With a snoring girlfriend lain across you and holding you like a stuffie.

Princess becomes more than a pet name after that.

One final night, you have a fight with your father and sneak out that night. Your private dropship already knows where to take you, the built in AI taking you there.

It's dark out, but Dez is already waiting for you. As if she got wind of it before you even showed up. You don't question it or try to make sense of it, just taking her hand silently as she escorts you off your ship.

"Rough night?" Are her first words that break the silence as she leads you inside her bedroom. You laugh dryly, wiping at the mascara trails under your eyes silently as she hands you a tissue.

"S'alright, love. You can stay here as long as ya need, yeah? Been in my fair share of spats with my old man too back in the day." Dez comforts you, opening her large arms as you come towards her to rest your head on her.

Your head reaches below her chest. Her hands are warm and rough as they rub across your back, focusing on the exposed part of your upper back where your dress dips down. Her short nails soothingly rub across your skin as you breathe in her scent slowly.

"Got any positions available in your kingdom, Your Highness?" You murmur as a jab to be humorous, but it comes out quietly.

In turn, Dez spares you a little chuckle. She pulls away briefly, grabbing your chin to tip it up to her with a cocksure smirk playing on her lips. "Could use someone to help me keep documentation on things." Her thumb then rubs across your bottom lip, watching as you close your eyes and peck a kiss to it. "Could also use a lil' wife to keep me in line too."

"Wife, huh?" You tease back at her, reaching up to grab her hand and press a kiss to her palm. But when she doesn't laugh at first, you glance back up to her face to see she's looking at you expectantly.

It clicks.

"Dez you're not seriously proposing like that, are you?" Your tone is full of mirth, flattered even. Your smile breaks her as she starts to smile in turn, leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

"Nah, nah. Just a thought, Princess. Would wanna find ya a big ole ring. Somethin' that screams 'Queen', ya know? Maybe we'll even getcha a lil tiara, aye?" All the while she speaks, gesturing to your head and forming a circle with her fingers like she's measuring you.

"Are you going to bring fireworks for the occasion?"

"Of course, doll! Would do it in public too. Maybe after pulverizing some bloke in the Reckoning." Dez hums thoughtfully, cupping her cheek and letting her eyes flick over your now smiling face. "Though, worry it'll make 'em think you're part of that prize. The title and the bride up for grabs."

"I'd poison them in their sleep and get you your title back."

A grin splits across her face, her big, booming laugh echoing in the room as she scoops you up into her arms to squeeze you tightly. "Now THAT'S my girl!"

You stay there afterwards. Carefully bundled in her bed with her night after night. Most nights she's not there, busy with handling things. And in turn, you learn to stay up late with her. You write down all her words, keeping documentation on factions and any upsets that went around town.

It feels like a domestic lifestyle. She's even started teasingly calling you her bride and wife, much to your embarrassment.

Dez treats you gently, the utmost gentleman that she is- per her own words.

But one time, when you go to the bar with her, someone gets a bit too bold with you. Knocking shoulders with you, poking at you. You can see her from across the table slowly looking murderous. But the cherry on top is when the person beside you implies they could treat you better.

You're surprised they don't end up a bloody pulp. But you quickly learn why when Dez croons at them, "Oh, ya do, aye? And would you happen to know what little spots make her tick, hm?" In this venomous tone as she stalks around the table to come toward you.

You squeak as you're lifted off the chair by her, your body turned towards that person as her hands slide down your shoulders. Down to your waist where she grabs you tight and makes you gasp, a heavy flush covering your face.

You try to turn your head, but she grabs your chin, turning your head towards the person to make sure they're looking just as you are.

"See how her legs shake?" Dez continues, her free hand trailing up to your chest and making you tremble. "See how she melts at my touch?" Her hand on your chin slides down, and you automatically move to make room for it to wrap loosely around your throat.

Your lashes begin to flutter, your breath shaking.

"You wanna know what sounds she makes for me in the night? Screaming my name? Ya think you could do that? Mate, I can make her scream for me without ever bein' inside her." Her words are harsh and heavy, but you're so distracted by her hand trailing down to the bottom of your dress. Her hand slides underneath, over your thigh, bending you over with her height only.

"Doll," She directs to you, her tone so sweet and kind. You hardly have time to breathe. "Remind this poor, blubbering fool who you belong to?"

"M-my Queen."

"And who only gets the utmost pleasure in having you?"

"You, my Queen."

"Now. Be a good girl and tell this bloke to fuck off." Her tone is sweet to you, so kind. You're shaking at the feeling of her body heat behind you as she stands to allow you to stand.

Her hand catches your chin again, directing you to open your eyes and look at the poor son of a bitch avoiding eye contact with you as the whole bar stares.

"Fuck off."

You don't get to finish your time at the bar. From there, Dez tells everyone to get back to what they were doing and have a good night. Said with a big slap on the back to the person who had been flirting with you.

You barely make it to the bedroom before Dez is snarling and slamming you into the nearest surface- but of course with a hand behind your head to avoid impact.

You whimper as she captures your lips in hers, bending down to do so. Her hand grabs your hair, her other one quickly shuffling up your skirts to fit her large thigh between yours to cause a moan to gasp from you.

"My pretty girl," She snarls against your lips, kissing down your neck as she pulls your hair. Forcing you to expose your neck as you gasp out. Her thigh presses up harder into you, feeling how wet you are already and making her breathlessly chuckle. "Oh? My sweet Princess liked that, hm?"

You try to nod, but can't move a muscle when she sucks a bruise into your neck with a cry from your own lips. "D-Dez-"

"Yeah, keep sayin' my name, angel. Gonna make you scream it real soon." She promises, her voice sounding like a growl as she scoops you up to deposit you on the bed.

You hardly get one bounce in before she's grabbing your hips and tugging you to the end of the bed where she gets down on her knees in front of you. Your dress is shuffled up where you quickly hold the skirts in place to watch her helplessly.

She moans at the sight of you, her finger trailing over the wet spot on your panties and pressing with just enough pressure over your clit to make you squirm. "My poor baby. A queen should never let her bride be wanting, hm? How selfish of me."

Your panties are ripped off, tucked into her back pocket before Dez is quickly yanking you close to bury her face into you. Her tongue knows exactly what you like best, licking flat over your whole cunt before her lips seal over your clit.

You scream out, your hands finding her braids and grabbing onto them for support. Your legs quake as she presses forward, forcing your feet to press to her shoulders and effectively pressing you into a better, open position.

It works to her favor, as she quickly introduces a thick finger pressing inside of you just like you like.

You cry out when her tongue flicks across your clit, back and forth nice and slow before taking you back between her lips again to suckle. She presses in a second finger, curling them upwards just as she moans helplessly into you when you pull her hair.

You cum quickly like that, with her fingers pumping into you shallowly and her tongue flicking across your clit nice and slow as if savoring you.

"Dez- D-Dez, fuck, baby, please, f-fuck-" Your cries are all her name like a prayer, fucking your hips into her face as she growls into you again.

It's only then does she pull from you, not giving you anytime to think as she forces you onto all fours.

Two fingers slide into you again, her other hand coming below you to sandwich your clit between two fingers to massage it in time with her fingers fucking you.

You scream her name into the mattress as your fingers claw for support in the sheets. Your face buries into them, desperate to muffle your pathetic whines as your eyes roll back into your head.

You're over sensitive, but you can still make out her words behind you. Each one more claiming than the next.

"No one else gets to see you like this."

"What a pretty Princess for her Queen, hm? Not such a good little girl now, are you? Just look at how well you take me now."

Then finally, her hand leaves your clit, giving her enough space to lean over you as her fingers fuck into you still. Spoken as she nips your shoulder and murmurs behind your ear, "Beg. Beg to cum around my fingers, pretty girl. Let 'em hear ya all over the wasteland, yeah?"

Then Dez moves. Moving to lay on her back under you, keeping her fingers sunk into you and using her free hand to grab one of your hips bruisingly.

She yanks you down to her awaiting mouth, moaning into you just as you sob out and start to hump into her face and back into her fingers.

You know Dez doesn't need to wait for you to beg, pleas already slipping from your lips in a higher pitch with each swipe of her tongue. Each curl of her lips sloppily kissing over your clit in open mouthed, messy kisses with a brush of her tongue on each kiss.

You scream for her. Screaming her name loud enough to be heard outside the open window for sure as you cum on her tongue and fingers.

Your back arches, twisting your fingers in the sheet as your eyes roll back into your head. You don't even realize you're kicking your legs and squirming too much until both her hands take a hold of your hips.

Dez's strength in her very fingertips makes you shiver, sobs racking your frame as overstimulation winds into your bones. Tears bubble in your eyes, your body shaking as you whine her name quietly.

It's then that she slides out from under you, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand before readjusting you.

She pulls your trembling form into her arms, cradling you bridal style and fixing your dress into place. You cling to her tightly, burying your face into her neck as she rubs over your back crooning to you gently.

"You did a good job, love. Not hurt, are ya?" Her voice is gentle, using her cheek to nuzzle at the top of your head. You shake your head quietly, humming to let her know that your reply is no.

"Good. Cause I ain't done with ya yet." Dez chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head with a turn of her head. Your reply is a soft whine, feeling how one of her hands cheekily slides under your dress to squeeze at your thigh.

"What? Haven't even properly bruised ya up yet. After a slight like that, I'm itchin' to tear you apart." Her words are a promise, despite her soft tone. "'Sides, we know you can take more than just that."

"You're going to kill me." You groan back to her, lifting your head finally just in time to catch her gaze. Your cheeks flush at how dark her eyes are.

How hungrily she looks at you.

"Not gonna kill ya," She promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "Just gonna make sure ya can't walk tomorrow."

And you know Dez. Her promises?

They're not ever broken.

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icycream24 · 16 days

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Silver and Espio for the ask meme? :>

hehehe my favs hehee🤤🤤🤤

SILVER:

I think most ppl don't know, but I used to really dislike Silver when I was first introduced to this character online. Not a game, no no, but YouTube AMV vids of this dude with cutesy shippy art of Silvaze. His portrayal was so degraded to me (I was 11 at that time?) that I believed he was a self-insert character for some popular artists to ship themselves with Blaze, in the girl-boss dynamic. Ofc, I looked for more info online and realised Silver was an actual character.

At that time I was playing Sonic Riders Zero Gravity and only unlocked Shadow/Rouge/Cream. After knowing what characters were avaliable, I tried my best to unlock the rest, including Silver. I also did not like his voice in English at that time, so much that I decided to switch the voice-overs to Japanese. And I also did not like it 😂 Not because it was grading! But more like, I was shocked by the drastic difference between the two. Kid me had to decide which portrayal I prefer more (ofc not aware of narrative difference of the scripts, I just chose based on my preference) and ended up with Japanese bc I vibe with the calm seriousness in the voice more. Eventually I did get used to both voices after more exposure of this character, watching playthrough videos online.

Talking about watching 06, I was not expecting him to be so different from my first impression of this "whiny/incapable/loser" kid. Silver actually was serious about fighting for his future, like a dedicated soldier. Blaze was *not* the girl-boss, she was on equal grounds with Silver. (Really... I was like 11/12, now that I think about it, how come ppl's comprehension skills so drastically apart that we can get totally different character interpretations?) I started to find charming traits on Silver, and that was when I started looking up for this character's info more & more.

And then I discovered the Rivals series. I watched the whole thing, 1&2, and this Espio character... Wait they're kinda nice tgt. (it was year 2012?? AAAAA I can't believe I'm still insane about Espilver/Silvespio, they're my sons now at this point 😭✨) I remember using Skype and talked about the ✨chemistry✨ between Silver & Espio, and my friend said I was tripping 😭

Anyway here's Espio:

At that time I didn't have that much knowledge on Espio, I just thought their Eng voice in Heroes sounded like he's dying in a few years with how gruff & grandpa it sounded LOL. Mostly I only draw him with Silver bc I realised no one shipped these two back then. (there was ppl but there was no tags for them) So I felt like, no, impossible. I need to COOK for them! So I started shipping them like FedEx with my limited skills 🥴

My Espio appriciation was mainly started by shipping him with Silver. As I reflect on why I enjoy this ship so much, I dug up traits that I like about Espio. He was helpful, supportive, and overall has a rather peaceful way of communicating with others (aka SILVER hhh). Compared to other characters, especially in Rivals, he was really chill and kept his head clear, and unconditionally aided Silver simply bc he knew he was helping someone with a good cause. Such admirable traits that I'd say are pretty rare even irl.

Still, Espio did not have that much screen time. His portrayal in my mind I do admit was half canon, half fanon. Silly ninja with goofy teammates that values teamwork & is capable of aiding others, plus saint-like patience & wisdom. (Haha...really, a lot of his traits are get from Rivals 2, his ways of interacting with individuals was way more informative than games & anime shows combined 🤧)

But yeah, with time I like these 2 characters even more, started to make all kinds of headcanons that I won't be able to elaborate here. The texts are already getting too long here 😂 I've imagined them, either tgt or separately, in fluff/angst/spice/AU/wholesome/dead dove/anything really bc I just enjoy these two so much 💕

It's kinda selfish to say, but with how little Espilver there was during that time, it was almost like they got a clean slate & I was not swayed by any other ppl's interpretation of these two for a few years. And ofc by time these two surely became my favorite characters. LOL I realised in my busy years of not drawing often, Silver & Espio were the only characters I drew 😂

UGGGHHHAA I love these two sm 😭✨ thanks for asking hahah I wanna talk about them all day 🤧✨

#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #silvespio #Ask meme #Ask me anything about them & I'll go 👀👀👀👀👀

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lookingforhappy · 3 months

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tua & the importance of staging/set design/implied storytelling

i'm sure someone's talked about this before but i haven't come across anything on my own, so here's a little rant about the general drop in quality between s2 & s3.

the opening of s3 echoes the opening of s1 so i will mainly be comparing these two scenes to illustrate my point (i'm fairly sure this is common knowledge/popular opinion but i'm desperate for someone to acknowledge it).

obviously the scenes i'm comparing here are the births of Viktor and Ben, beginning from the start of each respective episode and ending at Reginald standing out front of the academy.

there's some fairly obvious parallels, which is no bad thing (loses a bit of originality and lessens the diverse experiences of the mothers but otherwise..), both in somewhat public settings, both indoors, both have teasing boyfriends who move a bit too fast, etc etc.

so, the first offender is the reveal of the pregnancy:

s1e1 seems to have a decent grasp of its limits, and gives us a dramatic reveal using cut aways and a body of water between us and the 'action'. we linger on the side character's faces and show their reaction to the event before we see it properly, Tatiana's distress is emphasised by the quick cut away where we skip the majority of the birth.

s3e1 reveals the pregnancy onscreen, we see a (kinda meh) bit of cgi used to 'grow' the mother's stomach, we are shown a distressed and confused communication between the mother and her boyfriend before the mother collapses onscreen.

i think having a cut away to the other passengers showing their distress/shock, or moving the camera further down the train as people begin to panic and rush over would have been a more effective route. this way the extra's (read: ben's mother's community) are more involved in the plot, given a few extra seconds of character development, hides the weird cgi, and most importantly, heightened the stakes/tension in the scene (obscuring the 'action' raises questions as to the mother's health and suggests that by creating distance between the mother and the audience we may not want to be attached to her, further suggesting an impending doom - which would have harkened back to the comic panel in which a baby is born on a bus with the implication that it's mother is dead.)

second offender is the birth itself:

between the 'conception' and birth of Viktor there is a cut away in which EVERYONE in the scene has moved.

Tatiana is now out of the water on several towels, swimming cap removed, swimsuit presumably cut open (?) and a towel over her legs for modesty.

there are extra's holding her hands, supporting her head, and giving comfort,

the instructor (an authority figure in a position which implies a basic knowledge of first aid) is acting as a midwife,

many (older, with a vague implication that they too have children) women have crowded around out of interest and/or support,

the men are further back out of respect/discomfort, the boyfriend, concerned for his girlfriend forces himself into the ring but doesn't try and take control,

one of the women seems displeased with the boyfriends actions,

everyone is calm and quiet except for Tatiana.

due to the cut away we have been shown that:

Tatiana has been in labour for a while,

the women/community has come together to help her,

there is a sympathetic or at least concerned atmosphere

the boyfriend is concerned for Tatiana (implies genuine connection or at least a feeling of guilt from the boyfriend showing us that he is a good guy).

overall, we now have a slightly better and more human/natural understanding of the community Tatiana lives in.

furthermore, once Viktor is born we are treated to a shot in which Tatiana collapses (further implying the extended length of time she has been in labour, and effectively communicating the pain and exhaustion she feels.) the camera centres on Viktor, bringing him into the foreground while Tatiana retreats into the back. this suggests to audience that this kid is more important than the mother, but also hints at a distance, disinterest or even dislike between Tatiana and her baby, which makes her decision to give away her baby a bit more understandable.

(this is actually followed up nicely by the newspaper clipping in s3, where it states that she was a synchronised swimmer with ambitions for the olympics. having a baby in this fashion may have put her plans on hold, or even made them impossible.)

there is no cut away between the 'conception' of Ben and his birth. his mother slides to the floor in real time and suddenly EVERYONE (conveniently, oddly, mostly women) is screaming and crowding her.

Ben's mother sits on the floor, screams, has a few people rush over to show support/interest, grabs someone's hand, gets screamed at by an older woman who also appears to be acting as her midwife, has her stomach undulate like the horror is moving about, sees her boyfriend looking scared and grossed out, then ... gives birth? in under a minute?

the lack of detail or care put into the framing of this situation is almost gross. because all we learn from this situation is:

the subway passengers, none of whom have any authority over ben's mother other than age, all inserted themselves into her space and took over without her consent,

they screamed and groped around at her, but none of them seemed to do anything to actually help her, in fact it seemed like they caused her more distress than anything,

ben's birth was like 10x faster than viktor's for some reason?

the horror was active and potentially harmful to ben's mother during the birth, but this is never expanded upon.

i think to improve this scene there needed to be:

a cut away to show a time skip and give the labour a more realistic timeline (for a 1st baby anyway, labour gets quicker the more babies you birth),

maybe a shot showing that the train's been stopped, or at least that someone has claimed title of authority figure here (Ben's mother is in a school uniform, and giving birth, on a subway, SOMEONE should be showing some empathy here).

some set design/staging showing that Ben's mother is being cared for, maybe a scarf or a jacket beneath her? some situational awareness would be good, a dirty subway floor isn't the most hygienic of places to give birth.

i think the original intent was to frame this as overwhelming, so maybe get some more emotion in the scene with overlapping sounds or arguing between good samaritans who think they know how best to help and more visuals of the mother's distress.

a more human reaction to seeing/dealing with a stranger giving birth would be great. run up and start screaming in her face isn't exactly on the top of my list here. like, sure, crying/screaming is fine but there's at least 5 people on this train car so have someone take them away in the background y'know.

if we want to include the horror then show a reaction to this, maybe even kill the mother, it's not like she's gonna stick around as an mc anyway,

hell, kill EVERYONE on the subway, have the boyfriend or some poor commuter pick up baby Ben, then at least there's a decent bit of weight to the scene.

on the final shot we need to see BOTH mother and baby, Ben is the mc here and his mother is carrying the scene forward, don't obscure the baby and hand it off to some rando

not all of the above needs to happen, but having some story in the surroundings would be better than a half assed minute long scene in a setting that looks too clean and inhuman to be convincing.

our third offender is Reg's arrival:

s1 has:

Reg push his way down a cramped hallway,

there are people standing in their doorways, spectating Tatiana and her baby (implies that she's lost privacy, become a source of morbid interest),

the lights are flickering, SOMETHING is amiss in this building even before Reg arrives,

this is clearly a small, cramped place to be living, implying that Tatiana is of low income.

There are multiple people standing around Tatiana, few have their faces in shot implying that they are voiceless, they aren't here to guide Tatiana, but they do have a presence in her life,

two are implied to be grandparents, there is a woman in the bed that may or may not be her mother,

a man who could be her father seems to have expected Reg while Tatiana is clearly uncomfortable with him.

there is clutter everywhere, patterned table cloths, pots and pans, this one room seems to be most of the apartment (not a luxurious place to live).

The camera is pulled in close, leaning downwards to give off a hostile or pressuring atmosphere in the scene.

Reg is quick to get to the point, and Tatiana looks uncertain,

we cut away before we hear Tatiana answer (we don't need to know the details, just the general vibe on how Reg conducted himself.)

s3 has:

Reg rushing down a larger hallway, there's windows and decorations on the walls,

there are people crowding their doorways but there's space to breath,

this building is clean, modest in size, possibly middle or upper-lower class housing.

Reg is somehow able to walk in through their open door despite none of them appearing to know about his arrival.

Ben's mother has her parents, sister and grandmother surrounding her,

the camera is at a mid angle, making the family look small and awkward in the scene,

there is a vast expanse of empty floor in the room, making the room look spacious, unfurnished, unlived in, cold.

the grandmother is the voice of the family, implied as the matriarch as her family nods in support behind her,

a butcher's knife is waved around, despite the cooking having been finished long ago.

personally, i find Ben's adoption to be far more ... distant than Viktor's. the camera needs to be pushed in, the space needs to be smaller or fuller, everything looks brand new and lacking in a personality. Reg speaks for far too long, we don't need the exposition, we know what he's here for, one line to the parent is all that's needed really, if anything.

Ben's mother is clearly being cared for and the family wants to keep the baby. Reg's insistence implies that he persisted until the child was handed over, but the addition of the grandmother threatening violence in her granddaughter's defence makes it messy. maybe Ben's mother could have shown an interest in Reg, and have Reg turning his attention to her as an authority instead of the grandmother. throw some background noise in - the grandmother being the angel on her shoulder, Reg being the devil - and you've got a slightly more convincing scene.

I could go on to other scenes but i think i've made my point?

i'm not claiming to be an expert, or that i could've done it better. it's easier to critique than to create. however, s3 had SO MANY instances where it was clear that the budget/interest in the set design and visual storytelling of each shot was massively diminished compared to s1 and s2.

Viktor's wig and Five's totally different hairstyle are two other examples of laziness/carelessness in this department. it all feels too clinical, no one has lived here, no one has hair as sharp and clean cut as that, and the hair & makeup inconsistencies between s2 and s3 are blaringly obvious.

even the academy feels empty and clean and crappy and boring compared to the eccentric, trophy covered academy of the brellies childhoods.

hell, the hotel felt unlived in for such an eccentric establishment.

i just. did no one else get upset by the set, hair, makeup or costuming? like i get that covid fucked it up but. seriously? thats all we got?

i hope s4 has better set design at least. please god id die for some good set design.

#tua

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your-divine-ribs · 1 month

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My unease grew as Jason stood over me, but I wasn’t going to let it show.

"Are you going to cut me free then or what?" I said harshly, again raising up my bound wrists behind my back, cursing inside as the coat the police officer had draped around my shoulders slipped down to the floor, exposing me again.

Jason didn't move to help me, he just stayed right where he was, his eyes moving over my body hungrily. It made my skin crawl.

"Jason!" I shouted. "I've got no fucking circulation in my hands!"

He shook his head slowly, grinning, like he took pleasure in my discomfort. "You're gonna answer some questions first Lyla. See, I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I'm not sure what side you're actually on here."

Anxiety tore through me, but I maintained a neutral expression. "What the fuck are you talking about? You need to forget about this pathetic theory of yours. Look at me! Do I really look like I'm on Van's side? What the hell are you suspicious of anyway? Look at the state of this place! He went crazy! He wanted me to give him details of all the undercover agents. He was going to interrogate me for christ's sake."

I thought I sounded convincing, I’d always thought I was a good actress, but it was obviously going to take more than acting to convince Jason. He looked around the chaos in the kitchen, took in the ruined furniture and the broken glass, the bullet lodged in the kitchen cabinet, but still he shook his head. I watched as he reached for an overturned chair, righted it and turned it round, then sat on it, leaning forward, his eyes dark and accusing as he loomed over me.

"I thought McCann's usual interrogation methods involved removing body parts... not clothing!" He scoffed, eyes trailing over my underwear-clad form. "Why you Lyla? Why does he keep coming to you?"

"I don't fucking know do I?" This time I wasn’t acting, the bewilderment that I felt was entirely real. "All I know was that if the police hadn't shown up when they did I would more than likely be dead right now."

Jason sat back then, reclined in the chair. "Well you can thank your neighbour for calling them. Mrs Robinson? She lives in the next door apartment. She heard some commotion, things being thrown around, shouting, possible gun fire."

"Yes Jason... gun fire!" I said, emphasising the words. "I've had to fight for my life tonight. Now get these fucking things off me NOW!"

Anger was bubbling up inside me and I welcomed it. Anger was good. I could focus on that rather than the shame I felt.

Still Jason didn't react, his eyes slipping down from mine and moving along my body once again. He licked his lips and the action made me shudder internally. "Thought you liked this kinda thing? Heard you like being tied up... thought it turned you on?"

"I swear if you don't cut me free in a minute I'm gonna..."

"You'll what?" Jason suddenly sat forward, leering over me, his eyes darkening. "Run and tell Paul? Well you've got a choice. I can tell him that we arrived just in time, burst in and rescued you from your ordeal. Or I can tell him the real version. We interrupted your sick little game. Found you here tied up on your knees half naked like the dirty little whore that you are."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but the words didn't come. Maybe it was the guilt that flooded me, the knowledge that maybe Jason was right after all. I mean, why did I aid Van's escape really? Where did my misguided loyalty to this violent criminal stem from if I was being totally honest with myself?

I looked down, screwed my eyes shut, trying to summon the anger back up to use against Jason. I heard him get to his feet and looked up to see him stepping over.

"So what is it about him then?" He said, contempt dripping from his words. "What gets you off? You like nasty bastards don't you? Maybe I've been too nice to you."

"Fuck you!" I spat at him, watching with dread as he stepped even closer so his hips were on a level with me and I saw his hands go to the zipper of his jeans.

"Think we can come to some kind of deal... some sort of mutual agreement... what d'ya say, huh?"

I recoiled in disgust as the horror of his words sunk in. Then the anger rose in me, hot fury which scorched my throat as I spat out my words. "Put that fucking thing anywhere near me and I'll rip it off I swear!"

Jason laughed, a mocking, sickening sound, but he didn't back off. I felt the urge to wretch, trying to twist away as he advanced on me, desperation washing over me as I felt the wall behind me and I realised that there was nowhere to go.

"Lyla? Are you there? Are you alright dear? My goodness what on earth's been happening? Hope you don't mind me barging in. The door was open..."

The voice came from the corridor just outside the kitchen and relief crashed over me in waves as Jason quickly stepped back and the figure of my elderly neighbour shuffled into the kitchen.

"Mrs Robinson!" I cried out, grateful beyond belief for her perfect timing. "You really saved me tonight!"

Of course I wasn’t talking about her call to the authorities, but I had to keep up the pretence.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she tore her eyes away from the disarray of the room and they came to rest on me. "Lyla you poor thing! Whatever's happened to you? I'm so glad I called the police when I did."

She rushed over as best as she could, bent over and a little doddery as she was, concern twisting her features. Then her head snapped up to Jason and she spoke with a surprising amount of force to him.

"Get this poor girl up off the floor! Can't you see she's suffering?"

"Oh I'm okay Mrs Robinson... really. Jason was just about to cut me free weren't you Jason?" I hissed his name through my gritted teeth, turning my body around to produce my hands which were now tingling with numbness.

Jason muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but sure enough he reached over to the counter top, picking up a serrated knife which he used to saw at my restraints. I gasped in relief as the sharp plastic cable ties fell to the floor and I brought my wrists around to inspect the damage. The skin was red raw with welts where the plastic had dug into my flesh. I winced.

I hadn't noticed my neighbour leaving the room but she was back now, carrying a soft throw that she'd found in my living room. She bustled about, muttering about how terrible it all was whilst she draped it over my shoulders, soothing hands patting my back and then smoothing down over my hair. I stole a glance at Jason to see a sneer on his face.

"You can leave us now, we've got important things to discuss," he said, his voice stony, but I quickly got to my feet, gently touching Mrs Robinson's arm.

"Actually you should stay. We'll need a statement from you," I interjected. Then I looked at Jason purposefully. "And I want Paul to take my statement... in fact I'll call him right now."

Jason looked like he was going to protest, but then he thought better of it. "Fine," he grumbled in a defeated tone. "But I'm not gonna let this go until I've found out the truth... you mark my words."

He stalked away, leaving us both in the kitchen alone.

By the time I’d finished up giving Paul my statement I’d repeated myself so many times I had almost started to believe the words myself.

Paul looked deeply worried, the frown lines etched so deep into his forehead I thought I could see him visibly ageing as he sat before me in my kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the wall, noting it was now 4am.

"You'll be wanting to get off now won't you? I'm really sorry for calling you at home. I should have rang the office instead. Got someone else to come."

Paul shot out a hand to cover mine which were clasped in front of me on the table, his eyes lingering on my bruised wrists. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad you called me. And I'm not leaving you here alone tonight. Not after what's happened."

"He wouldn't come back..." I started, then trailed off, my thoughts straying to that possibility.

"You don't know that," Paul replied. "He's just so... unpredictable. We can't assume anything. He's obviously been watching you, biding his time, planning this."

I watched as he screwed his eyes shut, removing his hand from mine, letting it clench into a fist on the tabletop. "I made a promise..." he uttered.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Paul's eyes opened and he fixed me with a serious look, and he sighed before he spoke. "When me and your father worked together all those years ago he always talked about you. It was non-stop."

He paused, and a small smile flickered on his lips as he looked back through the years. "It was always Lyla's first step, Lyla's first word, Lyla's first day at school. He was so proud of you."

I smiled wistfully as I remembered the closeness that I shared with my dad before he was cruelly snatched away from me. "Dad used to talk about you a lot too. He always said he'd be safe because you always had his back."

The smile slipped off Paul's face at my comment and was replaced with a regretful kind of sadness. "I did, and he had mine... but that's the thing with this job. Even with the best will in the world we lose people. I've lost so many good men and women over the years in the line of duty. Too many. If your dad ever knew you'd followed in his footsteps..."

"He would have been proud," I chipped in, recalling how my dad praised me for the determination and will that I applied to everything that I did as a young child.

But Paul didn't agree. He shook his head emphatically. "No, that's where you're wrong. He would have hated this. Seeing you out there in danger. Putting your life on the line every day. He loved you so much, this would have killed him."

I was quiet then, digesting his words. All I’d ever wanted to do was make my dad proud. I pondered the thought, immediately feeling sick to my stomach when I imagined how he would have felt if he'd have seen me just hours before being pinned up against the wall by Van. Much as I tried to tell myself that I didn't have a choice I couldn't hide from the desire that had ripped through me. I could still feel it now when I recalled the feel of his lips on my skin.

Paul was talking again, and it was a welcome distraction from my thoughts.

"Your dad was a bloody good agent, one of the best, but he was a realist. He knew that one day the job would catch up with him. That's why he made me promise to look after you if anything ever happened to him... and I feel like I'm bloody failing!"

He blurted out the last line, a bitterness in his voice. Now it was my turn to reach out to Paul, I placed a hand over his fist that was still clenched, his knuckles turning white.

"Paul... I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't need looking after. It was my decision to take this job. I want to do it. I need to do it. It's like... I don't know... it's like I don't have a choice."

"You do realise that no matter how many of those fuckers you take down it's not going to bring your dad back don't you?"

I nodded, blinked back a tear and hoped Paul didn't see it. But I needn't have worried. His sentimental edge was gone and had been replaced by a look that bordered on disgust as he spoke, shaking his head.

"I swear every time we do bring one of those bastards down another two pop up in their place. They're like a sickness, a disease, spreading faster than we can stamp them out."

I took myself off to bed shortly after whilst Paul bedded down on my sofa for the remainder of the night, but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I pictured the desperate hunger on Van's face just before he launched himself at me. My mind whirred with images of what might have happened if the police hadn't shown up when they did. I tried to push the thoughts away, and tried to focus on Paul's words instead.

They're like a disease...

He was right, and no matter how much I tried to lie to myself, the truth was staring me right in the face. If Van was the disease I’d been infected. And there was no cure, I was sure of that.

#ice cold #van mccann fanfic #au fanfic #vanfic

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ninjagirlstar5 · 11 months

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Question for the Teruya Protag AU: is everyone who died in the VR game perma dead irl or do they get saved by like divine luck ex machina

(The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!)

Short Answer: Everyone who dies in the Neo World Program is perma dead IRL. And I did come up with a reason that explains why, even when Divine Luck is technically there. I just hope it makes a sense. Long Answer: uhhh, spoilers below.

The reason everyone stays perma dead is because Akane, despite having Divine Luck, ends up getting "killed" by Nikei. The wheel really tied my hands here with this one, so I have to make it work somehow. I'm thinking she ends up confronting Nikei upon finding him murdering Yuki and then tries to kill him in retaliation. But despite injuring his hand, the light goes out and he manages to shoot her in the chest and escape. And while she didn't die right away, by the time Teruya and co. finds her, it's too late to even try and help her and because no one in the group has any medical knowledge beyond first aid, even the Divine Luck can't save her from this possibility and she kinda...dies in Teruya's arms. But she's not straight up "dead." Instead, because she's connected to the Neo World Program, the Divine Luck does manage to kick in and Akane's conscience becomes one with the code. Kinda like Yuki in Chapter 6 where the poor guy got separated from his avatar's body. But because she's merely code and now lacks access to her avatar's body, Akane is kind of...stuck in the program. She manages to travel around through the program and appear every now and then, but she can barely physically interact with anything or anyone. And the only reason she's able to move around like this is because S.O.R.A. managed to make contact with her from the outside of the Neo World Program and is helping her get around with a bit of hacking but is still having trouble trying to stop the Killing Game on her end. It's not perfect, either, as Akane tends to appear and disappear despite their combined efforts to keep her presence there on the surface. She only shows up once in Chapter 4 but makes more consistent appearances in Chapter 5. But regardless, this situation makes it even harder for her to use the Divine Luck as her constant disappearing and reappearing through the code makes it impossible for her to "physically" be there to have any sway in important events. After all, if she can't be there, she can't use the Divine Luck to stop the worst case scenario from happening. And even worse, being stuck in the code acts as a sort of "barrier" that prevents her from using the Divine Luck as best as she can on the surface of the Neo World Program.

And sadly, even Divine Luck can't change people's hearts or the choices they make. The remaining survivors have regrouped (minus Syobai because no one can find him and Kokoro for obvious reasons) and decide to stick together, that way no one can get killed for the time being. As they talk about their options, Mikado brings up one of the plans he had tried at the beginning: activating a force shutdown of the Neo World Program after using his reset code to escape. When questioned why he didn't do this at the start, he explains he didn't have his memories intact at the start of the killing game due to also having gone through the memory reset like everyone else. The only reason he managed to recover them was because of the failsafe he had made in his avatar's code that would make him recover his present memories over time. A code he had made at the last minute due to circumstances threatening his own life and being forced to connect himself to the Neo World Program before he could escape the lab and meet up with the Kisaragi Foundation (a task he had to give to S.O.R.A. instead). Seeing Rei's body - or rather, her avatar's body - only unlocked it faster.

While he did jump the gun and tried to kill Kokoro (and failed, hence why his mask breaks in half in this AU), he still had other plans he could try to implement to stop it. However, he couldn't escape the Neo World Program due to the firewall Kokoro made...through Akane's avatar. And as much as he did NOT trust Akane with her being labeled as terrorist and as part of the Ultimate Despair, he wasn't willing to kill her as he knew she's a victim of Kokoro's plotting as she's the one that put her in that position. Not to mention her willingness to help the participants seemed to be genuine if her supporting the Kisaragi Foundation is anything to go by. But with her "death" back in Chapter 3, he could've tried to force the shutdown before they reached the fourth island, right? Unfortunately, it seems Kokoro also planned for this as she had made another program that prevents Mikado from accessing his rights as an administrator's aid, which is similar to a classmate's aid/teacher's aid position as they help identify patients that are struggling to improve mentally and help them develop individually. It's what allows him to use his "magic" and have access to programs that the regular "students" can't. Kinda like AI Chiaki, except she's actually proactive in the killing game (I'm sorry) and the role is given to a real person. And Kokoro completely blocked his access to it, meaning that she probably planned to have him killed on the fourth island. Thankfully, he survived passed that thanks to Hajime's sacrifice and was able to regain access to being the administrator's aid by the time they reach the fifth island. So he should be able to shut it down now, right? There's no reason not to.

Except...there is: once he shuts down the program, everyone's' avatars will be forced to merge with their present conditions. On paper, that wouldn't be a bad thing as it just means everyone will revert back to their present appearance and have their memories back...until you realize what will happen to the dead people's avatars. And Mikado's answer is...anything but (completely) good. If they just wait until the end of the Neo World Program and try to leave through the graduation program, they could probably figure out a way to bring the dead people back from their comatose state. That's how the incident of Jabberwock Island Killing Game was resolved after all: the people that have "died" in the program were still fully connected to the NWP or what remains of it and were eventually taken out of the fantasies that it created to sustain their lives. But if Mikado forces the shut down from the outside, the dead states of the victims' avatars will be deleted and would sever their connection to the program. Essentially, it's taking people off of life support in exchange for the rest of the survivors' lives.

If this was near the beginning of the Killing Game, Mikado would've been much more willing to go through with this plan as no one except Rei had died at that point. (And even then, it was only Rei's avatar that was killed as the real Rei used an escape code at the last minute and was brought back to the real world.) It would've effectively ended the Killing Game before it could even get started. But due to circumstances outside of his control, that plan has become less than ideal to use now that more than half of the participants are dead. He's a lot more...hesitant to go through with it.

Everyone is silent upon hearing that. Mikado even adds that he's not certain of what will happen to Hibiki and Teruya's avatars as their real life bodies and mental states are less than ideal. Hibiki has been in her puppet state for years, probably permanently thanks to all that trauma Kanade forced on her to keep her that way. And Teruya had just been told that he's apparently been comatose for three(?) whole years and hasn't woken up since. Mikado hypothesized that if the Neo World Program was being used as it was intended, Teruya's current avatar being uploaded into his body might've actually help him wake up from his coma. But he's not certain as the Neo World Program is not only a fairly recent invention, but also hasn't exactly been used very well due to the constant killing games it's been used for due it's flaws. So there's not a lot of information of the Neo World Program being used as a way to wake up comatose patients. So Hibiki and Teruya are most at risk due to their present conditions among the survivors.

And yet, despite hearing all of this, Teruya says that he should do it. He gets a bit of pushback from Yoruko and Shinji, but he explains that even if Mikado chooses not to do the forced shut down, he should still exit the Neo World Program to check on what's going on outside. The Kisaragi Foundation is taking way too long to get them out of the program, even with the knowledge that time works different compared to the virtual reality and the real world. Akane's avatar has been dead since Chapter 3, so they had every opportunity to get them out by now. But they haven't and it's better if Mikado leaves to learn what's going on and decide what to do from there. Hibiki also supports this decision, because as much as she would hate to lose everyone for real this time, she also doesn't want to wait around any longer and risk having someone else die again. She doesn't want to go through another trial, she doesn't want to lose another friend, she just...She just wants this to be over with now. Even if it's at the cost of her wellbeing, if it means Shinji, Yoruko, Mikado, and maybe even Teruya getting out of the killing game sooner rather than later, she would rather take that chance. And Teruya agrees.

Everyone is unsure if this is the right decision. None of them want to sacrifice everyone else for their own survival. But no one could think of any better ideas. Even when they try to hold a vote, it ends up being two against three: Shinji and Yoruko wanting to try and figure something else out...and Teruya, Hibiki, and eventually Mikado choosing to go through with the plan.

Shinji is resigned to the fact that he was unable to save everyone.

Yoruko is heartbroken at the thought of sacrificing everyone she had cared about for her own survival.

Hibiki is scared for what will happen next but is determined to see this through.

Teruya is so damn tired but will try everything in his power to keep the rest of the survivors alive.

Mikado is preparing himself for the guilt he will carry for the rest of his life.

And Akane, upon overhearing all of this, and despite having all the power in the world with the Divine Luck, is crushed to know that even she can't reverse this fate. Not when she's stuck in the code that limits her use in the Divine Luck.

And even then, Divine Luck can't reverse death.

#SDRA2 #Super Danganronpa Another 2 #Protag Teruya AU #Teruya Otori #Akane Taira #Mikado Sannoji #Shinji Kasai #Yoruko Kabuya #Hibiki Otonokoji #Sora #S.O.R.A.#SDRA2 Spoilers #DRA Spoilers #in other words this is my headcanon/explanation for why the Utsuroshima Killing Game ended with the victims dead for real #in comparison to the Jabberwock Killing Game #and with the Divine Luck being present #granted Sora didn't even know she was connected to it until Chapter 6 in canon #so you can probably wave that away as her being unable to use it consciously when she's completely unaware of this fact #she was still able to use it subconsciously but it couldn't be used to it's full potential until after she was made aware of that fact #also thank you for sending an ask #anyone is free to send more #because I would love to talk more about this AU

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jaredthebc · 1 year

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Yokai Watch was on the brain earlier so I brainstormed a mini Yokai Watch X Pokemon Black and White AU! (Note that I haven’t really seen all the Yokai Watch Media, my main source of knowledge is the 1st game and the things people have told me over the years) ramble in the keep reading!

My main idea is Hilbert, Bianca and Cheren are the main core of friends the series follows, as well as Hilda later on. Initially, Hilbert is the only one with a Yokai Watch, which was a gift given to him from a random man (Alder) near Mount Wildwood (note the locations will probably be adapted to be more similar to Unova/New York, I’m using the canon names from Yokai Watch for a lot of things just cause I haven’t fully plot stuff out yet) though later on Bianca and Cheren will probably get their own watches too. Hilbert just figures the man was being generous, or just had something he needed to get rid of

Later when the trio are in the woods, Hilbert runs into an Oshawott Yokai, and befriends it. Bianca and Cheren are in on the Yokai deal right away, but Hilbert choses to keep it secret from his mom, and twin Hilda. Basically think of the Unova trio as something similar to Danny Tucker and Sam from Danny Phantom (and Hilda as like Jaz, honestly the main reason Hilbert didn’t tell her is because he knew she would probably use Yokai for mischief...and when she finds out she honestly does what he feared lol but she has a good heart). When Cheren and Bianca get watches, they have Snivy and Tepig Yokai’s respectively. Idk if Pokemon are really a thing in this universe, but stuff like gyms aren’t a thing and its way more slice of life

Oshawott, Snivy and Tepig can directly talk to the ones who scan them with the watch (like every Yokai in the series basically) though they don’t evolve. Evolution *is* a thing in the series, but its basically never brought up so I’m not gonna bother lol. They act like companions to each of their “trainers”, though are far less knowledgeable than Whisper is in the main series, so the trio has to basically work it out themselves how the Yokai stuff works with only surface level help from their Yokai

Now to contrast the slice of life...Team Plasma are 100% a thing, but they are more underground, like conspiracy theorists in a cult. They aren’t stealing publicly, more working in the shadows to use the Yokai knowledge for their schemes

N is a thing here, but he’s much more lowkey in his Plasma aid than he is in Black and White. He has the ability to see and hear Yokai without the use of a Yokai Watch, as well as being able to firmly grasp a medal to summon a Yokai by hand. I like to think he has the colors of the Yokai Watch in his eyes as a sort of heterocromia. He starts as somewhat of a frenamie for the crew, meeting with Hilbert to teach him about Yokai and such, while stealing the medals Hilbert and crew they earned over the course of the series for Plasma, as well as other schemes that weren’t like directly horrible so they still are on good terms (at least to Hilbert and Bianca, Cheren started hating N the second he first tried to steal medals lol) but is still clearly an antagonist. Over time though, the cult trickery starts wearing off some for N, and becomes much more a friend up to N leaving Plasma. Its not as in depth as Plasma is in the actual game, but still very much a cult in nature N needs to leave

Overall the whole thing has a Saturday Morning kinda vibe, but isn’t afraid to get mildly serious when needed for plot events. Its sort of a more serialized thing than the main Yokai anime, though not as heavy as the Gen 5 games are (no kids are gonna get stabbed with ice...as far as I know so far SIDUHEFUIHF)

#pokemon black and white #gen 5 #trainer hilbert #trainer hilda #rival cheren #rival bianca #team plasma #n harmonia #yokai watch #AU #pokemon au #yokai watch au #idk how much I will continue this my yokai fixation isnt fully in force rn #BUT ill keep it in mind. others are allowed to expand on this btw!!!#i wanna at least design N and draw the crew with the watches for the fun of it #I miss yokai watch a lot :[

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hungerofhadarr · 8 months

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1, 9 and 17 for the bg3 act 1 asks! 👀👀

Thank you for the questions !! Rubs my hands together like an excited fly …

1. Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?

Ohh my sweet , sweet Giilvas . Giilvas “ Lonch Mune “ Quickfoot , a Collage of Lore Bard Wood Elf who grew up in the Great Dale region before he started having to hop towns , but he’ d probably tell anyone who bothers to ask that he grew up in Baldur’s Gate . If any of his family lives , he doesn’ t know where they are . He isn’ t a dark urge ( though , it would be interesting to do a durge run with him … ) He was definitely the first character I wanted to repurpose for bg3 , so it wasn’ t hard when I finally sat down with the game to go right into making him .. also he uses any pronouns yippie !

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?

Alfira and Zevlor are my little guys, I think . I love a good bard and she definitely tugged at my heartstrings when she opened up about why she was struggling with writing a song ( I’ ve been though a similar situation , loosing someone and abandoning your instrument … yeah < / 3 ) and Zevlor is like … a dad . I can’ t blame him for asking again and again for help bc he just wants to help his people and he knows it would he mindlessly reckless if he just forces them to leave now , since he knows the sorts of dangers that wait for them will be enough to kill most of them .

For Giilvas ? He likes the kids . Especially Moi . He pretends like he doesn’ t wish to dote on them when they stop in the grove for supplies or to check on the safety of it , but he ends up letting them strum his lute or let them hang off his arms before he leaves . They’ re sneaky and playful and trying to make the most out of everything that has happened , and he’ s been there . He knows how bad it hurts . So he can’ t really help it .

17. What does your Character think of Withers?

When Giilvas and co gathers together at the ruins and ventured in , they kinda expected to get some coin in a less-than-morally correct way . Giilvas could recognize who the crypt was made to honour , the statue and the living dead easy clues + his general knowledge on gods , dead or not . So when they slipped into the hidden room , pushed the coffin lid ajar , Giilvas was in absolute shock when Withers was what met them .

He had assumed that this wasn’ t a resting place for a god , but mearly an over devoted follower or a well loved priest , until the well preserved corpse pulled itself out from the grave and asked how much a life was worth to Giilvas .

He’ s still uncertain if Withers is a god or is just a vessel for an higher power , of if he’ s completely misunderstood what Withers is - it’ s not like he’ ll explain - but he isn’ t frightened seeing him in the camp . Withers watches over them , takes down their names and offers aid . Even if the costs seem a bit much , it’ s not like anyone else can just do what he does all the time . Besides , Scratch and the Cub are fine with him , so there can’ t be too much wrong with him , right ?

#bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 tav #giilvas #THANK U FOR THE QUESTIONS …

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autistic-sidestep · 7 months

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yay further sura cane ramblings as a followup from this and this

so my logic is that the fall Did fuck sidestep's body up and presumably the farm's intent was to fix them up enough to be a Functional asset once wiped/reset (as far as pain's concerned and the lack of pain-gate either from being broken by the fall, or being removed, as long as it doesn't interfere with function). this was before they realised step was resisting the reset and an absurdly strong telepath to boot. so maybe there was some stuff that didn't end up happening.

anyway. sura's second escape from the farm. in a hell of a lot of pain from fucked up nerves (particularly lower back) and other things that didn't heal quite right (very much missing having a pain-gate), plus balance issues and fatigue. suddenly sura's seeing things Very differently now they're not abled + noticing a lot of people don't like looking at others with mobility aids, and maybe being useful camo. sura doesn't much Like the idea of being pitied and seen as weak, but making it easier to just be able to get through the day is worth it.

so. sura steals a nondescript folding cane from a small pharmacy (who cares, there's like, a million of em). and wow! it's not just camo, it helps with the exhaustion! great! she can even put it away when it gets inconvenient.

this also means he overcompensates the first few times learning the ropes as juno cos 1, the almost entire foot height difference and 2, reflexively moving as though putting weight on a non-existent walking aid = lotta bruises

(yes, the argos suit is kinda a mobility aid if we're being generous with definitions.)

except sura just grabbing any old cane w/o checking means they don't realize it's too tall for her for THREE. YEARS. and that causes a lot of unnecessary shoulder/upper back/wrist pain.

chen points it out during one of the early hq visits in retri while helping out, suggests to get a shorter one and maybe with offset handles. (maybe he's known a few ex-military people using canes? i feel he'd run in enough circles like that to have some passing knowledge.) and sura just. seething when they begrudgingly take up his advice and find it IS actually helping. cos chen was right and it doesn't want to admit that lmao.

at least chen has the decency not to dwell too long on it when he notices the change in canes. but he is a little smug. (it's fine. she can retaliate with useful suggestions about the new shoulder joint mod.)

but anyway, sura starts customizing the canes by painting/engraving designs on them for a little personalised touch. tech savviness comes in handy! and then there's a variety to match outfits (it counts as an accessory!) + one or two inspired by this one i saw (look at it. LOOK HOW COOL IT IS.) that that May or may not have some plausible deniability about resembling the argos suit's stained glass look lol.

(chen, narrowing his eyes, with a little "set steel_clue + 10" pop-up.)

the ones with offset and orthopedic handles for the more heavy duty days (maybe even branching out into crutches, since those give more support, though those would have to be customized) + derby handle for when they want to be more discreet. the mob crew might even pool some of their earnings to buy something resembling a makhila as a present further down the line :D

they also have two styles of cane holster, one from the belt, and the other on the thigh like what they used for the energy-caster as sidestep.

(on the viability of canes as self-defense, it's hit or miss on how good they actually are; what's good for mobility and weight distribution isn't ideal for defense - trying to hybridize the design means you get something that's not really useful in either direction. ie. telescopic stuff is convenient for folding away, but doesn't have much structural integrity if you tried swinging it at someone. same goes for folding canes w/ the bungee cord inside. idk what the capabilities in fh verse's are for materials but i'm erring on the side of caution and saying sura doesn't rely on their canes as a main defensive weapon. there's telepathy for that. they've been working out more anyway what with being argos and training daniel, so some of their pain symptoms improve a bit too! just making sure not to overdo it.)

something abt growing into not being ashamed of needing mobility aids (in fact, being empowering) and that being a sign of growth. absolute power move rocking up the hg meeting with a cane and 120 hgrep like "so? what you gonna do about it"

(too bad they immediately get bodied by a truck after leaving parkfield tho. whoops.)

#oc: suranga fernando #ramblings

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beardedhandstoadshark · 2 years

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Heyy please tell me about your ocs!!! they caught my eye and now I'm interested. Give me the summary or the full dump, either works :3

(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I- yea sure gladly!! Though I‘m still a bit new to this whole making characters (with actual character traits) thing so it‘s probably all over the place and not the best, hope that’s not too disappointing

Also prepare for a big info-dump. I tried making it short but it didn’t work. I‘m sorry.

For context, the setting‘s pretty much "standard fantasy rpg but technology is a thing“ (which mostly just means they’re all based on rpg classes lol, it’s why the outfits are so weird), and a bunch of info on all five is spread throughout posts in the "original character do not steal [tm]“ tag

But anyways

There‘s Mage, first oc of this group who kinda started this whole concept, unofficial official main oc and thus the most fleshed out one, and also the only one I actively posted about before which you can find here. In short, he‘s a (usually traveling) merchant with dark magic, lots of secrets, kinda shady but also happy-go-lucky, (so more or less true neutral if we‘re going by alignment charts?),a sad backstory the length of 2 sentences, addicted to knowledge, and really likes to poke jabs at Yel.

Yel is a permanently tired postman with constant :| face who only became one because he lost his Hunter class due to being short-sighted, and this was the next best thing to still roam around the woods freely while being undisturbed. Kept and uses his survivalist skills from that time though, which made him the group medic and also the one bringing back Red others when they get lost. Stickler to rules most of the time, pretty much the only thing that‘ll ever make him disregard them is his loyalty towards people he cares about. And even then it’s quite the internal battle (though he knows which side will always win). Hasn’t actually ever told the others his real name, and isn’t even sure if they’ve realized it yet. As far as he‘s aware, they think Yel is his real name and not a nickname slapped onto him by Mage, and can’t be bothered correcting them. Also doesn’t wanna admit it at all, but secretly enjoys bickering with him because Yel‘s sassy too, he just doesn’t show it.

Red is what happens when you complete a videogame and just keep chillin at the fishing area or building a third house for your twenty Minecraft dogs. Once the picture-perfect hero main character, now she‘s just. Relaxing. World‘s saved, after all! The hero-ing never vanished though, and they don’t bother hiding it, still helping whoever needs it, exploring new places found while getting lost, and pretty much enjoying her time until someone inadvertently ropes them into another great quest because she just can’t say no. Incredibly protective, pretty friendly and chill most of the time, but can’t deal with situations where she can’t be 100% in control. Also, you do. Not. Want. To be a traitor. If you’re standing on the other side, you are an enemy, and enemies get cut down, twice so for daring to lead the people around them on with their lies. Will forgive people who betrayed her though, if they decide to change their mind. But otherwise, Red’s alignment is chaotic good I think? Finds it funny when someone realizes The Hero hasn’t mysteriously vanished or epically sacrificed themselves in the last grand battle like everyone thinks, but is currently hanging upside down from a tree taking photos to fill up their dex.

Deniz kinda started out as an NPC-style character so there’s not much to him, he lives near the sea, flight over fight but will fight with everything he’s got when the first isn’t an option, really good at dealing + commanding people though sudden situations at reflex due to sailing, teaming up with Yel as the navigators of the group, and the first-aid person for serious situations. Not part of the Red-Retrieval club due to being just as prone to exploration, though. They kinda enable each other. Doesn’t care about rules unless he sets them up himself, because unlike other rules, he knows his own are there for survival, and you better listen to him. If something happens because you didn’t, that’s on you, and only you. But if something happens because you did listen to him, that’s equally on him, and he will carry that guilt alone. (So more of a neutral good, but a different flavor than Red, if that makes sense?)

Violet - your princess isn’t in another castle, she broke out after getting kidnapped to escape fulfilling [insert evil goal of every endboss here]. Literally. That’s her backstory. A very "the end justifies the means“ person, but more prone to stick to the rules while doing so, and only disregards them if necessary, but very willing. Has no problem with half-truths and playing mind chess against others. Pretty good at formulating plans beforehand, but can’t do it on a whim, quick to read the room, and kind of a history nerd. Also quite the cold judge. Unlike Red, Violet will never forgive you, no matter what you do, since there’s always a chance everything just repeats again. Also, pretty good at light magic, and thinks Mage is a bit shady because of his secrets (and not just because of his standard shadiness). She really doesn’t like when she‘s not getting information. But neither does Mage, so they found a common ground there, ironically. Either lawful or true neutral…? Not sure which one fits better.

Aaaand that’s them! Hope it’s not too different from what you expected? Tbh a lot of this is probably gonna chance anyways, I enjoy collecting and changing things gradually over time instead of sticking to a bunch of set notes. I mean, some info on them only exists because another anon‘s ask made me think about it, but doing it that way is pretty fun!

So yeah, feel free to ask more, completely ignore and/or criticize them, (dump some info on your own oc‘s if you’ve got them and want to? 👀) whatever you vibe with

#another anon ask #original character do not steal [tm]#…Red is more or less just how I play l/o/z lmao #reaaally gotta figure out how to shorten these oof #feel like I‘m missing a lot of basic info here #usually it’s just name- age- gender- likes- dislikes- short backstory isn’t it?#main gang over here mostly just lives in my head as a bunch of unconnected short scenarios #and a very vague concept for a magic system #this post took me 1h because I had put my thoughts into actual words lmao

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practically-an-x-man · 8 months

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Random character asks. Give me one canon and one oc

2, 17, 18, 31

thank you so much bestie!!!

answers under the cut as usual. I ended up kinda bouncing around characters because that was easier.

Random Character Asks

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Okay, I know you said one canon and one OC, but I'm feeling opinionated today and I don't really know how to answer this was an OC anyway.

Alex Summers is not dumb. Lack of education does not mean dumb. A criminal record does not mean dumb. He's quick-witted and can react quickly in a fight - not to mention, in the comics he's actually very intelligent and studies geophysical sciences. I'm tired of people turning him into a stereotypical "bad boy" and completely erasing those other sides of his character.

Billy from 6 Underground is not dumb. ADHD does not mean dumb. He talks fast and bounces from topic to topic, goes off on random side tangents, but he's not stupid. Parkour as a whole requires a lot of snap judgements, and intrinsic knowledge of physics and kinesthetics. Then add that to the fact that he was a thief and had to plan how to steal his target items (and not just himself, a whole crew of people), and there's actually a lot of intellect that goes into his character.

Just in general, I feel like intelligence gets missed when the character isn't "book smart" or formally educated. Just because a character doesn't spout facts and calculations doesn't mean they're dumb. There are so many other characters I could talk about here because it happens a LOT, but that's a separate post.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Obviously I work a lot of music into my fics, but I think Prometheus is the only one where I've made a truly defined playlist (and I don't really collect quotes or read a lot of poems). The song I most associate with them is The Calling by The Amazing Devil, for so many reasons. Here, look at the lyrics:

Back then, I was dauntless And dawn could never know And my weakness made me weep less Than I would ever show you I'd burn so bright it blinded Now I know that light guided me here I walked into the river To wring those embers from my broken heart and broken liver You'll never get your dinner if you don't learn how to get along And a fox somewhere is hiding That light I thought was blinding brought me here I look into the waters and see a face I don't understand We're both unwanted daughters But there's more than water in these autumn hands I look into the waters and see a face I don't recognize Who's this? (Who are you?) "What changed?" I ask "So strange, " she replies Shoulder the sky (I can't wait to show you how much) Open those eyes (I know you can be, just let the rain come) There's a kind (let the rain come down, darling) (Can't you hear it howling?) Of calling, calling

Look at it! The "burning" and "embers", all the fire symbolism! And then followed by a reference to the mythological Prometheus, with the "broken liver" bit! And the "looking into the waters" to me represented Prometheus partway through their transformation into a dream, when they look at themself and no longer see Nyx, but don't quite know what they've become yet. It fits them just so perfectly.

And I really like Wolf by First Aid Kit for the Corinthian too (thanks for sharing the song with me bestie, it's become one of my favorites).

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Bestie everyone needs so much therapy I don't even know who to talk about here.

Indie definitely needs to work through some PTSD. Even before the war, I think she struggles with it just from her experiences on Corellia, but it definitely gets worse after the final battle and everything that happened there.

I also feel like she and Hux might seek out couple's therapy at some point - not because anything's wrong, but just because they're both used to being alone and might need help learning to adjust to being able to rely on someone else.

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

Out of my OCs, Jasper's the most likely to have a tumblr account. They probably made an account when they were 14-15 and spent way too long designing their blog, but hasn't changed it since then because they got too busy with college and didn't have the time. I don't think they'd have any blog theme, they'd just kinda reblog whatever they felt like.

For canon characters, this is a bit of a shitpost but I think it would be really funny if the Corinthian had a tumblr that was just him posting really vague rants about his boss, where they're juuust enough bizarre detail that you can't tell if it's a real rant or a tumblr-ism. Sort of like the @dreamofthemaidenless blog, I think

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #my writing #my ocs #fanfic #fanfic author

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taiblogcomics · 10 months

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Dew You Have a Passion for Splashin’?

Hey there, gumball eyeballs. Didn’t we just do a blog post yesterday? Yeah, we did, and you know what that means, right~?

Strap in, coz I got two flavours for you today.

Mountain Dew Baja Caribbean Splash

It’s summer, and you didn’t think the melted Rocket Pops flavour was gonna be the only one you got, did you? Nope, not only is it that time of year where they make Baja Blast available to people outside of Taco Bell’s iron grip, they also introduce a few new spins on the formula. We’ve reviewed a number of them before (now all conveniently gathered under their own tag), and here’s the first of the new set.

Hey, look at that! Something other than yellow and orange! Other colours do exist! It’s a rather lovely pink, too. Very cheery! And as usual, Mountain Dew hitting it out of the park with their label art, giving us a friendly gecko and a pufferfish with bling on this one. (Do the kids still say “bling”?) But also, we’ve drawn a half dozen or more guava fruits, just so you don’t think this is a lizard-and-fish flavoured soda. Which, while certainly a unique flavour, might not be a markering hit.

While you all debate in the comments whether it’s “Carry-BEE-an” or “Cah-RIB-ian”, let’s crack this one open for the testing~

Ooh~! That’s a strong one. That one I could smell the instant the cap was cracked, let alone got it close to my nose. That’s gonna be a tasty one for sure. The big scent with this one is... You guys ever have Crystal Lite? Like, the instant mix iced tea? They had a raspberry one, I’m pretty sure. Both Mum and Grandma would get those a lot, and this reminds me of that smell. And no, not the finished mix, this reminds me of the smell of just the instant powder you’d get a whiff of before you poured it into the pitcher and added water.

...Hmm. That’s a curious one. If this is what lizards and blowfish taste like, maybe I should start eating them. Now, I’ve never had a guava fruit to my knowledge, so I can’t really compare it to its herbaceous counterpart. But it’s good! It definitely has a “tropical punch” kind of taste, but definitely more of a “pink” flavour than the usual “orange” that entails. If that makes sense to you, excellent, because I don’t know how to be more helpful than that. Regardless of your choice of pronounciation, this tastes about as Caribbean as you might hope.

Moving on~!

Mountain Dew Baja Passionfruit Punch

Yeah, that’s gonna be my new anime attack name. Now, we had a Baja Punch before, but this is clearly the upgraded version. And like that one, the real-life version is a darker drink than the image above implies. The one above is, like, Easter colours. The actual drink is more like that particular dark purple cleaner you see on the shelf and don’t realise isn’t black until you actually hold it up to the light. It’s still very nice, and another drink that isn’t orange or yellow is much appreciated! But it’s deceptively dark.

Compare to the last one, this one’s art suggest it tastes like birds and alligators (and possibly volcanoes). I don’t know much about passionfruit either, but it appears on the label less than the guava did. Looks like cleaner, tastes like gator... Maybe this is the Florida Man drink.

This one’s scent is not so overwhelmingly strong, and I have to really get into the bottle to even smell anything. I was almost kinda hoping it’d punch me in the nose with a big Dimetapp scent, because that’d at least be something to write about. No such luck(?) though. Continuing the comparison made with the last bottle, it’s more like the grape Kool-Aid powder mix before you add the water. I’m not sure if I’m associating it with grape just coz it’s purple, or if that’s actually valid. Let’s find out. Bottoms up!

This one’s a little weak. It’s one of those that tastes more on the swallow than the sip, you know? The kind that doesn’t start to have a flavour until it hits the back of your throat. Again, can’t really say it reminds me of anything. I’ve had as many passionfruits as I’ve had guavas (which is to say none), so can’t really compare it on that front. It’s definitely not as strong as the Caribbean Splash. In fact, that one was more of a Punch than this one. Packed more of one, too.

I guess I’d recommend this one if you’re looking for a purple drink and don’t like grape soda. Coz sadly, this one tastes nothing like grape soda. Maybe more like one of those sporty Gatorades that have names like “Alpine Rush” or “Tundra Disquiet”. Find the purple one of those and imagine it carbonated. That’s what this is~

Anyways, that’s two new Mountain Dews for you this summer! Maybe they’ll mentally take you on that tropical vacation you can’t physically afford to go on. Maybe you’ll at least win that $500 Taco Bell gift card. Though that might end in more of a porcelain cruise than a Caribbean one~

#reviews #Mountain Dew #Baja Caribbean Splash #Baja Passionfruit Punch #The Baja Bunch #Taiblog

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Epilogue

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

At this point, what can be considered normal?

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

It was a nice late morning. The sun was shining but thankfully, it was blocked out by the dark curtains. It was nice and quiet, only the sounds of your breathing as you slept peacefully. There were no alarm clocks or phone calls-

*BANG BANG BANG*

“Yoongi hyung! You’ve been holding onto her for hours! She needs to come out!” Taehyung was banging on the door. You could hear Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok and Jin there too.

“Yeah! She needs to work!”

That was a lie. After coming back from performing Geumjae’s surgery yesterday, the boys had insisted you take a break since it was a long, gruelling surgery. But then again, the others would do anything to get the pale man to open the door for them.

“Just keep quiet and they’ll go away soon.” Yoongi grumbled, holding you tighter, totally unaffected by the screams.

“No, we won’t!” Seems that they heard him.

“Come on, I have to get up.” You patted his back. He tucked you into the crook on his neck like a mother holding her child. His cheek pressed against the top of your head as he huffed.

“You don’t have to get up. It’s your day off.” He murmured. You giggled, arm slinging around him in defeat.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your head.

“That’s it! I don’t hear movement! Either get the keys or Jungkook, kick the door down.” You heard more commotion outside. Everyday was a chaotic day in the Bangtan household.

“Ugh, hang on a sec.” Yoongi got out of bed, ready to give them an earful. But the moment he opened the door, he was mowed down by everyone else as they approached you, who was on the bed. You welcomed them with open arms and they piled on, engulfing you in big hugs and smiles. Yoongi stood there, glaring at you.

“Yah! Get off!” Yoongi shouted.

“Okay.” They willingly slipped off the bed, which was surprising. Until Jungkook scooped you up into his arms, running out of the room. He cackled evilly while you yelped, arms tightened around his neck in fear.

“I’m hom- What...” Namjoon stopped in the doorway when he saw what was going on. You have him a pleading look.

“Kook, let her down now.” Namjoon frowned. As much as you liked to play around and have fun with the boys, sometimes, all you would like is a peaceful morning.

“With all due respect, hyung. If you try to take my baby away from me, I will actually fight you.” Jungkook said.

“Rich coming from the guy who took her from me. Fight him, Joon.” Yoongi snorted from the top of the stairs. Knowing that the boys will actually fight each other (which you do tell them is dumb), you pinched Jungkook’s pressure point, temporarily immobilising him.

“Ah!” He yelped as he let go of you. You fell onto the couch, standing up and straightening Yoongi’s your hoodie. With a sigh, you headed over to Namjoon to properly greet him after his early morning meeting.

“Welcome home.” You grinned.

“Thank you, my love.” He wrapped an arm around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re bleeding!” Your eyes widened when you saw his knuckles. It looked exactly like Jungkook’s knuckles. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Grabbing his wrist, you brought him to the office.

“Love, I can patch it up. They’re small wounds. You’re supposed to be resting.” Namjoon told you. You shook your head while washing your hands.

“Small wounds that can get infected, Joon. And I don’t need to rest much more, I knocked out like a light with Yoongi last night.” You chuckled, grabbing your first aid kit. You pulled your stool to sit in front of him and began to clean his wounds. The first thing you did was remove some of the dried blood that crusted on the side.

“It’s gonna sting.” You said before putting the antiseptic. He winced slightly, his nose scrunching up.

“You guys never get used to it.” You laughed. Once the wounds were cleaned, you bandaged his knuckles. You placed his hand in yours, inspecting his hand for more injuries.

“You’re lucky you didn’t break anything again.” You lectured.

“Because I have a doctor that takes good care of me.” Namjoon grinned. You shook your head, kissing his cheek.

“Please, I already told you not to overwork them considering they just got better after you broke them. And you always scold the younger ones for not listening to me when you’re no better.” You teased. Namjoon laughed.

“If I have you to take care of me, I will get injured more.” Namjoon hugged your waist. You flicked his forehead.

“I dare you, Kim Namjoon.” You frowned.

“Alright, alright. Namjoon looks good and patched up! Now it’s my turn, I want my morning kiss. Come here.” Jin yanked you away by your waist, dipping you down and showering you in kisses. You burst out laughing, grabbing onto his shirt so you won’t fall back.

“I’m going to get a coffee.” You shuffled away to the kitchen. The maids prepared your usual iced coffee.

“Thank you.” You yawned and sipped before going back out. You sat on the couch and Jimin sat down, bringing your legs up to drape over his lap. When your phone buzzed, you took it out of your pocket to check.

“Ah, I have to go check on Geumjae. He just woke up.” You announced.

“But it’s your day off.” Hoseok said.

“I know. But it’s the day after his surgery so I have to make sure he’s feeling alright and not having any complications, considering it was a major surgery.” You grunted as you stood up. You quickly finished your drink and went to change. Yoongi would be accompanying you, of course, to visit his brother. The other boys decided to tag along... just to not be left out.

“You guys go grab a bite. I shouldn’t be too long.” You sent them a kiss as they dropped you off at the staff entrance.

“We love you.” They said.

“I love you all too.” You smiled and waved as they drove to the public parking. Slipping on your coat, you went to Geumjae’s private ward. He was awake, sitting up slightly and watching the television that was provided.

“Hey, got here as soon as I heard you were awake. Yoongi should be coming up soon, he’s parking the car.” You greeted.

“Hey... Thanks again... for everything. Not just the surgery... but for making me realise my mistake. I’m so glad Yoongi and I are close again. It’s really all thanks to you.” He smiled weakly.

“Don’t mention it. How are you feeling?”

“A little light headed. And sore.” His hand lightly touched his clothed chest where the surgery sutures were underneath.

“That’s normal, considering the effects of the anaesthesia is wearing off. I’ll still put you on IV painkillers for the next day or two, until the wound starts to heal more and cause less pain. Can I check your wound?” You asked. He nodded and you unbuttoned his shirt to check the sutures.

“Looks good. I’ll replace the gauze.” You removed the protecting gauze above the sutures and replaced it with a clean one.

“Good news is we managed to remove the affected tissue. You still have to be on your medications for the next week? We will do a follow up biopsy after just to make sure we have completely eradicated the cancer.” You instructed.

“Okay. Thank you.” He nodded as you buttoned his shirt up.

“Hyung.” Yoongi came in.

“Yoongi.” His brother greeted as you straightened up. You let Yoongi get closer to his brother as you removed your gloves and washed your hands. As they chatted, you checked his charts.

“Take your time, Yoongs. I’ll go find the others.” You smiled. Yoongi nodded, reaching to peck your temple before sitting down to speak with Geumjae. You gave them privacy, exiting the room. You went to the nurse’s station to update Geumjae’s file. Although the surgery was tiring, you learnt a lot and was glad for the experience.

“Mr Min in Room 32 should be in IV fluids until he’s no longer nauseated by the anaesthesia. Then move him to soft foods.” You told the nurse, who nodded her head and keyed in the instructions to the patient’s system profile.

“Thank you!” You smiled and handed the file to her. You went to the vending machine to get a can coffee.

“Hi, are you a doctor here?” Someone appeared.

“Kinda?” You chuckled, pressing the button for your cold coffee. You weren’t gonna tell some stranger the long story about you being a private doctor to singular patient here.

“I’m a new resident. Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out. You gave a small smile, shaking his outstretched hand.

“You’re Dr (y/l/n)’s daughter right?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“I look forward to working with you, sunbae. I know you did the recent lung cancer tissue extraction surgery, it was very knowledgeable and I learnt a lot.” He bowed.

“Thanks... But I don’t actually work here as a mentor so you won’t see me around anymore. The other doctors are just as good, I’m sure of it. Everyone is trained and of professional calibre, you will learn a lot from them as well.” You were starting to get a little awkward by his overly enthusiastic disposition.

“Baby, there you are.” A voice appeared and you saw your 6 other boyfriends there. They did not look pleased.

“You took so long so we came to find you. We had to stop Kook from ordering everything on the cafeteria menu.” Jimin laughed. You shook your head at the maknae, who pouted.

“I’m still a growing boy.” He argued. He wasn’t, actually.

“Who’s this?” Jin raised an eyebrow.

“Uh... He’s a new hoobae that works here.” You explained, realising that you hadn’t even learnt about this resident’s name. But it didn’t matter, you probably weren’t going to see him after this anyway.

“Come, jagi. We should go.” Taehyung grasped your hand, glaring at the now scared boy. You shook your head, knowing exactly what they were doing. Even before you got together, the boys always said you were their partner just to keep other girls away. Vice versa, they branded themselves as your boyfriends to scare other guys away.

“I-I have to go. Bye.” He bowed and scurried off.

“You guys are horrible, you know that?” You folded your arms with a shake of your head. Hoseok grinned, leaning to peck your cheek. You reached over to straighten his blazer.

“Oh, you’re still here.” Yoongi blinked, seeing the group of you there. You nodded your head.

“Are you hungry? We bought you guys sandwiches.” Namjoon lifted the bags up. Instead of sitting there to eat, you ate in the van as Hoseok drove.

“Here.” You gave some to Jungkook.

“But you hardly ate any of it yourself.” He told you. You just shrugged, not really having the appetite to eat anything. Jungkook leaned forward to eat the last bit of the sandwich out of your hand. You would much rather have your coffee instead of the sandwich.

“Shall we have barbecue tonight?” You asked the boys.

“It’s been a while.” They nodded their heads. Hoseok detoured and went to the big supermarket. You split into 3 teams, Jin and Yoongi buying the meat, Hoseok and Namjoon drinks and you with the maknaes for everything else.

“Buy a lot of meat, hyung!” Jungkook shouted to Jin as he placed his hands on your shoulders to push you to the other aisle.

“Hyung wanted coarse salt for his shrimp. This or this?” Jimin held up both the boxes. You looked at both of them before pointing to one. He happily placed it into the cart.

“Shall I make japchae?” You asked them.

“Yes!” Taehyung cheered. You sent a message to Yoongi to pick up some beef for japchae from the counter for you. After that, you picked up some vegetables that would go into japchae. Jimin trailed after you obediently while Taehyung and Jungkook disappeared. Jungkook had reappeared with loads of bags of snacks in his arms.

“Koo! That’s too much.” You chuckled at your now almost full cart, half filled with bags of chips.

“But we need more snacks for our movie nights! And besides, Jin hyung and Taehyung hyung keep eating my snacks. This is so they won’t take mine.” Jungkook pouted.

“Banana milk!” He quickly got distracted by the dairy section and ran off.

“You know, I can see why people don’t believe our line of jobs sometimes and how Jungkook is supposedly our best fighter.” Jimin scoffed.

“Well, take his banana milk and you’ll truly see how well he can fight.” You giggled as you placed some carrots and bell peppers into the cart. Taehyung came with 3 different ssamjang containers.

“Tae, why are you getting so much? We won’t be able to finish them all in one night.” Jimin scolded.

“But these are brands I haven’t tried before! So I wanna see which is the best. Then I’ll know to buy it next time!” Taehyung argued with his best friend. You shook your head and continued, Taehyung loved ssamjang. There’s no arguing in that. Jungkook came back with banana milk and cheese.

“You want cheese rice?” You asked.

“How did you know?!”

“Koo, even if I’ve only been your girlfriend for a short while, I have lived with you longer. You practically breathe cheese rice.” You scoffed, offended. Jungkook bunny grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

“Of course, you know me well.” He peppered kissed all over your cheek. When you were done, you went to meet the others.

“Boys, I may not be specialising in hepatology but that amount of alcohol is definitely not good for you.” You raised an eyebrow at the amount of alcohol that was stacked in Namjoon and Hoseok’s cart. Totally not in a helping way, Taehyung even got a few bottles of his and Seokjin’s favourite plum wine to add in. You laughed.

“We needed to stock the bar anyway. We promise not to drink so much.” Hoseok winked.

“Yoongi hyung and Seokjin hyung are ready. They’ll meet us at the cashier.” Namjoon informed. You nodded your head and you all went to pay.

“A big party?” He joked as he scanned.

“You could say that.” You smiled, waiting to pay with the card that the boys had given you for ‘house’ items like their groceries and meals. But honestly, they just wanted an excuse to give you a card to spend on yourself.

“You’re pretty.” He complimented.

“Oh... Thanks.” You blushed. A sudden clear of the throat made you jump slightly. You turned to see Namjoon and Yoongi with stern looks on their faces.

“Are you done yet, baby girl?” Yoongi emphasised on the pet name, which he never really uses at all. You blinked, still in slight shock. The cashier looked terrified suddenly, quickening his pace to finish scanning all your items. Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Love, later let the others load the van alright? Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” Namjoon smiled sweetly at you.

“O...kay?”

“Uh, payment please?” He squeaked. Before you could hand the card over, Yoongi plucked it out of your hand and handed it for him to swipe. He gave it back with two hands and a deep bow.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi held your hand and led you away. The boys loaded the car and you were ready to head home. Suddenly, their phones all rang at the same time. Namjoon took his phone out to check the notification. It was quiet for a while.

“Everything okay?” You blinked.

“Yeah... But looks like we’ll have to return to work for a while.” Namjoon sighed. You nodded your head.

“We’ll drop you home. It’ll be safer.” Jin told you. Again, you nodded. You knew how these business meetings could go from bad to worse in only a couple of seconds. Hoseok pulled up to the house and you jumped out.

“Stay safe, boys.” You told the 7. They sent you in with hugs and kisses, waiting for you to disappear into the house with the maids before Taehyung pulled the butler closer to whisper something into his ear. The butler nodded his head, bowing deeply. He closed the door for the van, standing on the porch until the van disappeared.

“Agashi, I was told that there will be barbecue tonight? Shall I prepare the ingredients?” The butler smiled as the other staff brought the groceries in.

“I wanna help cook! Let me change first.” You smiled and went upstairs to the room. You changed out of your hospital clothes and into more comfortable clothes, aka Jimin’s lounge pants and Hoseok’s hoodie.

“Thanks for bringing this all in guys!” You said to them as you saw them clearing all the bags of shopping and keeping everything in its place. You really bought a lot.

“What do you want to make?” The maid asked.

“Taehyung likes marinated kimchi. And Jungkook was saying he wanted cheese rice to go with the meat. I also bought japchae ingredients.” You said.

“Alright.”

“You guys can take a break. Don’t worry, I would like to think I’m better in the kitchen than Namjoon is.” You joked and they all laughed, loving your attitude. The mansion’s staff loved working with you.

“We’ll help where we can.” The cook took the ingredients out for you, laying them out neatly. You started with the marinated kimchi, which was frying kimchi with garlic, spam and minced meat. While the rest of the staff attended to the things in the mansion, the cook stayed by your side in case you needed help.

“I think a bigger dice is okay.” He demonstrated.

“You can put it here to cool. Then I’ll close the container later.” He gave you the plastic container. You scraped the contents from the pan to the container.

“Are there some side dishes that go well with the barbecue? That the boys will like.” You asked him. He went to the fridge to look through what was inside to make side dishes.

“We have a few hours so we can do some pickled radish, spicy cucumbers, the fried anchovies that master Seokjin likes?” He suggested.

“Sounds exciting!” You clapped your hands.

The next few hours were spent cooking and preparing various meals to go with the barbecue for the night. You learnt a lot from the cook and your energy was mostly fuelled with iced coffee (of course). You were just happy to prepare so much food for your boys now that you knew what their tastes were like. There was even time to make grapefruit syrup for Taehyung’s sodas.

“I’ll help prep the shrimp too.” You rolled your sleeves up to prepare for Yoongi’s salt baked shrimp on the grill.

“Ah, agashi. Let me. Your hands may smell. After all, you’ve been cooking the whole day, why don’t you take a break? I insist.” The cook shook his head.

“Oh, alright. I’m only giving in because I need to make Koo’s cheese rice later.” You giggled. The cook nodded and you grabbed a snack before leaving the kitchen. You helped the staff set up the barbecue outside.

“Let me help.” You arranged the chairs.

“It’s okay, agashi. Please rest.” The maids shook their heads. Going to retrieve Kookie, you sat under the gazebo with a book.

“Kookie ah. Don’t do that.” You stroked his head as he began to nibble the corner of your book again. Looks like even without the boys here, you still wouldn’t be able to read in peace.

“Where are they?” You checked your phone, there were no calls or messages from any of the boys. As the sun set, you were seated in your designated seat, which was in between Jungkook and Hoseok. You checked your phone to see the time, it was getting late.

You perked up when you heard the door to the backyard open and footsteps. However, when you turned your head, the smile dropped from your face.

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