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I Love Being 'Us' With You (Rooster x Reader)
Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist.
Warnings: language, angst, pregnancy topics, mention of miscarriage, Carole and Goose coming to the rescue
It had been months since you used birth control. Originally you planned to stop taking the pill when you embarked on your honeymoon, but the two of you agreed to stop filling your prescription before that. For more than a week when you were in Hawaii, you and Bradley had sex at least three times a day. He was like a man on a mission. Well, several missions. He wanted to keep you satisfied, but you could also tell he wanted to get you pregnant sooner rather than later. He wanted to have a kid before he turned forty.
The first time you ever mentioned wanting to have kids, he took you home and kept you in bed for hours. And that was before you and he were actively trying. Since last fall, he had been meticulous. He knew your cycles, and he was seemingly always ready to go when you were ovulating. But it had been months, and while he was outwardly as relaxed as always, you could tell that he was starting to get concerned. You were, too.
At first, it was easy to go with the flow. "It just takes time," Bradley told you, and you agreed. You continued to keep track of your cycle. You tried to be hopeful. You had a partner. You weren't doing this alone.
But you really were.
Because as much as you knew your husband was there for you, it was your body that wasn't working correctly. It was you, not him, who was messing everything up. Every time your period started, you had to cry alone before you could regroup and let him know that another month of trying had ended unsuccessfully. With every negative pregnancy test, you felt a little bit more of your optimism crumble into something much uglier.
You were at the point where you hated your body after so many months, and of course that's when Bradley's parents asked if it was okay to come stay for a long weekend for his birthday. When you got off the call with them, you started crying.
"I don't understand why you're being weird about this," Bradley sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "It's just for three nights. They've stayed with us before. Hell, I don't make a big deal out of it when your parents come out."
You shouldn't have to explain yourself to him. You didn't even know how to anyway. "I'm not being weird! I just don't want to have to talk to them about our plans to have a baby."
"Sweetheart. They don't even know we're trying."
Maybe that was true, but it was the only thing you could think about. So you excused yourself to go cry in bed with the door closed. You could feel the cramps starting. You knew you were just days away from getting your period. You knew the tears weren't going to stop. Another month was down the drain, and you were starting to resent when Bradley would initiate sex. You didn't even want him to look at you. And now when his parents came to stay at the craftsman for his birthday, you would be ovulating once again. It would be another month of disappointment where you felt like you were on display for your in-laws to witness it this time.
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You were distancing yourself from him, and Bradley didn't know what to do. It had gotten so much worse in the last few weeks since his parents asked to come stay for a few days. You stopped driving to work with Bradley. You started working late. You started to schedule sex with him to the point that he was surprised he wasn't receiving calendar invitations. He wanted to have a baby, sure, but he wanted you to be happy above all else. As soon as his parents left to go back to Virginia, you and he really needed to figure this out.
"Are you listening to me?"
Bradley's attention snapped back to his dad who was standing right in front of him, holding a nine iron with an annoyed look on his face. He let his mind wander so far away from the golf course, he didn't even realize it was his turn.
"Sorry," he grunted, digging in his golf bag. "Just got distracted."
"I was telling you that I'm finally taking your mom on a cruise. It leaves the day after her birthday," Goose told him.
"Right," Bradley replied. "Got it. She'll love that."
After Bradley hit his ball a little too aggressively, his dad carefully lowered the club and said, "Now why don't you tell me why you look constipated, and why your wife cried when mom told her that Brenda is going to have another grandson."
Bradley shoved the club back into his bag, and as much as he told himself he didn't want to talk about it, the words just started flowing. "We've been trying to get pregnant since last fall, and it's just a fucking mess now. Sometimes she doesn't want me to touch her. Other times it's like she thinks we need to have sex right then and there. Honestly, I don't know how to fix this, but having a kid isn't worth it if she's not happy with me."
"Have you told her that?"
Bradley stared at his dad, letting the words penetrate his brain. "Well, no."
"Have you put pressure on her?"
Now he felt like the one who was going to burst into tears. Truly, he never meant to, but he probably had. Talking about wanting a kid before he gets too much older. Mentioning how they would have to start saving for money for college. "Shit."
Goose pulled him in for a hug, and he let the soothing feel of his dad's hand on his back calm him down. "Bradley, women are smarter than us. They pick up on everything. If you want to fix it, then you need to be as honest with her as you can be. Because I don't think you want to destroy your marriage like this."
"I sure don't," Bradley said, his voice muffled against his dad's shoulder.
"We've still for fourteen holes and plenty of time. Let's hop in the golf cart, and I'll tell you all about some of the ways I fucked up with your mom and how I managed to fix it afterwards."
Bradley couldn't help but laugh. "At least she keeps you honest."
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You were mortified. Your hormones were a mess as you were almost definitely ovulating. You wanted to have sex with Bradley this morning before he left to play golf, but you didn't even know how to tell him that you just wanted him and not the potential to get pregnant. And now you were out to brunch with his mom as tears filled your eyes, because the couple at the next table over was younger than you and Bradley, and they were taking turns holding the most adorable baby you'd ever seen.
When you tried to excuse yourself from the table, you felt Carole's hand on your wrist. "Sweet Girl," she whispered. "Let's talk about it."
You nodded and slid back into your seat as you choked back the tears. "We're trying to get pregnant, and it's just not happening. Was it that obvious?" you asked, knowing you'd been a mess all weekend.
"Of course not," Carole told you in her calm voice that you loved so much. "I just know this type of situation very well is all."
"You do?" you asked, dabbing at your eyes with your napkin. "But you had Bradley."
"Sure," she told you, still rubbing your wrist with her warm fingers. In a lot of ways, it was always easier to talk to her than your own mom, and you were thankful that you didn't have to act like nothing was bothering you right now. "Sure, I had Bradley, but ol' Goose and I wanted a baseball team worth of kids. A whole boatload of snot nosed little critters running around."
You laughed in spite of yourself. "What happened?"
"Well," Carole said with a smirk, "Bradley wasn't exactly planned, as I'm sure you well know. He was born in June after we got married in November. I wasn't showing yet in the wedding photos, but Goose and I both knew he was there." She smiled softly as she added, "I loved being a mom to him. He was the sweetest baby in the world, and I wanted a bunch more. But you can only handle the devastation of repeated miscarriages for so long before you throw in the towel, because you realize it's not worth your sanity. It's not worth it when you already have so much. Goose and I had some long, hard conversations, but we realized we were both already on the same page."
The tears were back, and this time you could feel them rolling down your cheeks. You hated that she didn't get to have what she wanted, but she was looking at you with kind eyes as you said, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't you dare apologize to me," she said with a soft laugh. "I got to raise Bradley, and then I got to pass him along to you." When you nodded and smiled in spite of yourself, she added, "And I just know that he's more than enough for you, and that you are more than he ever dreamed of. Just promise me you'll have those hard conversations with him. Maybe you'll find that you and Bradley are already in agreement about your future."
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Bradley was thoroughly unamused when his Bronco wouldn't start on his birthday. "I think it's just the timing belt," his father said as they tinkered under the hood after dinner. "Order a new part and see if that does the trick. In the meantime, you'll just have to drive us to the airport in the other car."
"Sure," Bradley replied sarcastically as he grinned at you. "No problem, Dad. We'll just all cram into the red car like a pack of clowns."
"It's not that bad!" you said as he pulled you in for a hug. You already felt better after spending twenty minutes last night promising each other you'd spend even more time talking after you dropped his parents off for their red eye flight back east.
"It's so bad, Baby Girl," your husband whispered into your hair. "I don't know if their suitcase will even fit in the trunk."
"Stop being dramatic, Roo."
Of course the suitcase fit. And all four of you fit, too. You let Bradley drive so he wouldn't complain about the leg room. He parked in the garage at the airport, and you and he walked Carole and Goose inside the departures door, taking turns embracing them before they dropped off their bag and headed through the security gate.
"Listen," Bradley said, reaching for your hand and giving you a kiss. "I know we said we'd talk when we get back home, but I need to apologize to you." His brown eyes were sincere and a little sad as he led you back outside and said, "There's nothing I want more than you and me together. Safe and happy. That's it. If we don't have a kid, it's not the end of the world, and it's certainly not the end of us."
You smiled up at him. "I agree. I don't want to think about it like a chore any longer. If it happens, then that's amazing. If not, well we can always regroup and talk about other ways of becoming parents. Or we can just be us."
"That's music to my fucking ears," he crooned, pulling you in close against his body. "I love being us with you."
Before you could assure him that you felt the same way, his lips were on yours, hard and heavy, taking your breath away. The scrape of his mustache and the way his hand kept sliding lower on your back until he was palmig your butt reminded you how badly you wanted him, just because he was your Bradley. You moaned into his mouth.
When you broke the kiss and looked up at him, a cocky little grin bloomed across his lips. "I have an idea, Sweetheart. Call it an extra birthday gift."
"What is it?" you gasped, already trying to consider how much you and he could get away with in the nearly deserted parking garage. But he was a step ahead of you.
Bradley unlocked your car, handed you the keys, and unbuckled his belt. He eased himself carefully onto the backseat, rubbed his thigh and braced his big foot against the center console. "Come here," he coaxed, and you climbed right in.
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cat's outta the bag - lando norris
summary: after lando's win with y/n back in the mclaren garage, fans now have to go back to getting used to not seeing the actress and the driver together anymore... or not.
warnings: the 'monaco may gala' is made up, as everyone would've guessed. and i think that's it really.
this is part 2 to ideal weekend requested by @maysofi and @nan-lzzn. not sure if it's just me not knowing how to work tumblr or what but i couldn't reply to your comments /: but here you go!! hope it lives up to your guys' expectations x
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after being ia for so long, and losing the passwords to my original tumblr and wattpad accts, i am happy to say i am BACK, even if you don’t know who i am lmao. For now, imma be doing reposts of my old tumblr and wattpad posts before i start new content. Enjoy!
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What’s Really Going On?
Summary: you and you boyfriend Minho have been together for a while now. Years, as a matter of fact. There’s no reason for there to be secrets, especially when it comes to your body. But after missing an appointment you had been anticipating and tension from an argument nights prior still brewing, the truth comes spilling out
WARNINGS: dom!minho, afab!reader, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please y’all don’t be stupid), use of traffic light system, fingering (reader receiving), swearing, mentions of pregnancy complications, i think that’s it? Please lmk if i missed anything
Wc: 5971
MINORS DNI, THIS CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT
5:30 pm
You sigh and pocket your phone. Fifteen minutes. He's fifteen minutes late.
Of course, he's been late before, but never like this.
Fifteen minutes, you normally let slide. You just can't imagine that he'd be late when today is so important.
"Y/n! Babe!"
You turn at the sound of your name, and somewhere in you, even though it's not fair, you think eighteen minutes.
Nevertheless, you pocket your frustration and smile the smile only he can draw from you.
"Minho!"
He comes up to you, putting his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. "I'm so sorry, baby. Traffic was horrible," he explains.
You understand, of course. It's a random Wednesday, but a major band is in town, and 500 lucky people in the area got free tickets.
But that isn't why today is so important to you.
"Why didn't you leave sooner?" You ask, slightly miffed that he ignored your suggestion to stay the night with you, so you would both be on time.
Minho doesn't answer, but you're sure you know what he's thinking. "Babe," you say, holding his arm to make him look at you, " I'm not mad, okay? It was just a bit...much." You bite down in the apology trying to jump from your lips, knowing it could just do more damage.
"What?" He looks slightly confused, as if he forgot the argument you two got in a few days ago. "Oh," he says as the memory resurfaces, "I know. I'm just thinking. Nothing bad, y/n. Just work stuff."
"Okay..."
You arrive your appointment with ten minutes to spare, feeling thankful for the cop that had created a barricaded lane for people not going to the concert, making it easier to navigate the traffic-choked streets of your usually quiet city.
"Wait here," you whisper to Minho. "Hi," you say as you approach the lady behind the desk, "I have an appointment with Mia Loffe."
The secretary, who you've never seen a day in your life at Mia's, types something on her keyboard. "Of course... Let me see... Okay, what's your name, dear?"
You swallow the reaction trying to escape at being called "dear" by someone so young. "Y/n Bang."
"Bang... Bang..." she mumbles to herself, searching what must be a busy schedule. You know Mia's been slammed with work, but she made sure there there was at least an hour for you to come in.
You even booked an appointment, something you never do with Mia, just in case.
"Okay, um, Ms.Bang?" Dread fills your stomach. "It says here that some things had to be rescheduled, but Ms. Loffe has maybe ten minutes, if you'd like to pop back there real quick."
"I, uh... No, that's alright," you say, knowing that Mia is probably getting ready for her next appointment. You don't hold it against her for not letting you know that between last night and today, there was a shift in schedule. "Can I leave a message with you? I don't want to call her while she's working. Will you please just tell Mia to call me when she's not busy?"
The secretary scratches the note onto a pieces of paper and sticks it onto her computer. "Of course. Is there anything else I can do?"
"No," you say, trying to fight the sinking feeling in your chest. "No, thank you though. Have a nice day."
"You, too, Ms. Bang."
You round the corner to see Minho scrolling through his phone. "C'mon," you say quietly.
Minho looks up at you. "Hey." He stands up. "Did Mia kick you out or something?"
You don't answer, except to say "There was a change in schedale, so i'm comine back another You don't answer, except to say "There was a change in schedule, so I'm coming back another day." You can't help but feel annoyed at your boyfriend for his lateness. Mia had even said to make sure you were there at least thirty minutes beforehand, just in case. This, you feel, is largely Minho's fault.
Minho picks up that you don't really want to talk, and doesn't pry as you drive back to your place together.
"Babe," Minho says softly once he's closed your front door, "What's wrong?"
You keep your back to him, trying to contain your feelings. "Nothing, Minho. I'm just a little tired," you lie.
"Why don't you change, and we can watch a movie?" He suggests. "I'll order takeout later, okay?"
You agree, and go change into one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts. When you come back to the living room, you see that your boyfriend's hands have not been idle. He set up a little nest of blankets and pillows on the couch, just the way you like it when you watch movies together, snuggled in close and pressed against one another.
"Is this okay?" He asks when he hears you behind him. "I wasn't sure how much you wanted snuggles, but..." he trails off as he turns and takes in your outfit. No matter how often Minho has seen you wear something of his, it gives him a rush every time.
Clearing his throat, he says "What do you want to watch?" Your ongoing agreement is that you get authority over movie snacks, and he gets authority over what food gets ordered. You both always pick what the other likes most, though, and you switch off who gets to pick the movie.
"I don't really care," you say dismissively. "You can choose. I just want muddy buddies and popcorn."
He smiles warmly, hiding his concern behind deep chocolate eyes. "Choi's alright?"
You nod, as he knew you would. "Don't forget the crab ran-goons and crispy beef," you say, putting a bag of popcorn into the microwave and nuking it.
"Oh, and egg rolls."
"Babe, I got it," he teases. "You act like I haven't known you for twelve years."
"And loved me just as long," you say to yourself, remembering the day your older brother, Chan, came home with his newfound friend, someone named Lee Minho. It wasn't the fact the he was Korean. No, Chan had lots of Korean friends, and you had you fair share. It wasn't his name. It wasn't his age or complexion.
It was his eyes. The way his nose crinkles when he smiles. It was how he acts like the mom of the group, even to the guys older than him, reminding someone to put on sunscreen, or, more often than not, cooking for everyone.
Later, it was also the way he started to look at you, like you weren't "Chan's kid sister" but a girl worth his attention, even though you're three years younger than him. It started as getting more "older brother" attention than the others. Then, you learned what flirting is. It became shy touches and bold smiles. Inside jokes and feeling jumpy if Chan was there when you were together. It became hidden kisses and climbing onto one another's rooftop in the middle of the night to watch the stars and talk. It became Chan walking in the room right when your lips touched Minho's, blouse slightly unbuttoned.
The microwave beeps, bringing you out if your trip down memory lane. Carefully picking the hot bag up by a corner, and reaching for the bowl you had put on the counter. You sigh as the smell of butter and salt taunts your stomach. You hear sounds from the TV as Minho skims past different movies.
Minho glances over his shoulder at you while you shake some ttekboki into a bowl. You can feel the worry and questions rolling off him. It took years for you to recognize the care, hidden beneath such a brash and forceful facade. He always plays his emotions close to vest, but knows how and when to pull back. That hasn't changed, except now, he has a heart that's completely open to you.
"What did you choose?" you ask, coming into the living room.
He's standing in front of the TV, arms crossed, remote pointed at the screen. "Action movie?"
"Okay," you say, setting the snacks onto the ottoman.
You lose yourself in the movie, and eventually, you don't even notice what's going on in the plot, because, as always, you re more tuned in to the Minho show. Every point where your bodies touch, his warmth, this feeling of security. You smile as his lips touch your neck for what must be the tenth time.
"I'm gonna put the order in," he says, his words warming your skin.
"Okay," you mumble, somewhat sleepily. "I'm taking a bathroom break."
He nods, his phone to his ear.
When you come back, you decide to get some water. You go to the kitchen and reach into the dish rack to get a glass. You aren't really paying attention, and nick your finger on the knife you washed this morning, after cutting an avocado. In your preoccupation with your appointment with Mia, you had left the knife pointing upwards.
"Shit," you yelp, waving your hand.
Minho comes into the kitchen. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Just cut my finger," you say, sucking on the cut, blood staining your tongue.
He gently pulls your finger away and examines the cut. "It's not deep," he says, sounding relieved. "Here." He turns the knob on the sink, and water starts flowing from the faucet.
You gingerly put your finger under the water, hissing at how cold it is. Minho stands behind you, his chest touching your back as he massages your hand under the chilly water.
"You gotta be more careful, y/n," he says with a slight laugh.
You ignore his words, and instead focus on the feeling of his fingers kneading your hand, his breath on your skin. Your pulse quickens predictably. As it always does with him.
"Thanks, babe," you say, gently pulling away, trying to calm yourself, but not entirely sure you want to.
Minho opens the medicine cabinet, searching for a band-aid. "Food'll be here in about half an hour. Maybe 45 minutes," he says, his back to you.
Something in you says "fuck it" and you go over, hugging him from behind.
You feel his muscles jump, but his voice is steady as he says "Hey, pretty girl. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you say, your cheek pressed against his back. You know you should talk to him about the appointment with Mia, but you don't want to. Not yet. You have other things on your mind.
You stand on your tiptoes and press your lips to the back of Minho's neck. He brings his arms down, abandoning his search for a bandage. "Babe?"
"Minho," you say quietly, in the same tone you use every time you're feeling a little naughty.
You can hear him swallow. "Y/n?" He turns to face you and you look into each other's eyes.
After a moment, you lean forward and kiss him, keeping your lips closed. You know he finds this as both an annoyance and a turn-on.
When you pull away, you see confusion in your boyfriend's gaze as he tries to decide which route to take. You know that he's going to wait to see what you do first.
Looking him dead in the eye, you say "Stop being such a gentleman." The code word you use to let him know what mood you're in.
You know he's decided to go with it, that he wants this too, when he says "I've never known a lady who doesn't wait for the man to make the first move."
He kisses you, hard. No playing around, no lead-up. You know this is going to get rough. Just how you like it.
He's still leaning against the counter, and you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his tongue meet yours. You make some vague noise at the back of your throat as he somehow manages to kiss you even deeper. His hands grip the hem of his hoodie that you're wearing, and he pulls it over your head.
"Thought so," he murmurs against your mouth.
You aren't wearing a shirt. Somehow, no matter what, he always knows. One of the Minho mysteries you have yet to figure out.
Not wanting to waste any time, you yank his shirt over his head. He laughs, tousle-haired and swollen-lipped. You trail your fingers over his lean torso, one of the many results from years of dance. You love that he's a dancer, that he couldn't give less of a shit about stereotypes. It's sexy as hell.
You lean into him, forcing him to practically bend backwards, kissing him as roughly as you possibly can. He slips a hand into your waistband, his fingers teasing. You bunch his hair into your fists, knowing he won't go any further.
Not after the other day.
Not unless you tell him to.
His touch is like fire, burning into your skin. You moan slightly against his lips as his fingers slowly move to your clit, waiting to see if you'll stop him.
You don't.
What you do do is drag your fingers down his chest to his jeans, and start to unbutton them. Something you've done so many times that you could do it with one finger and your eyes closed.
Except.
There's a nervousness zapping your spine and bubbling in your stomach that hasn't been there in a while, making you fumble.
Thinking that your slip is due to him, Minho starts to pull back, but you grab his wrist with your other hand, leaning back to look in his eyes.
"Don't stop," you say.
He swallows, seeming to feel the same nervousness.
He nods and places his lips on yours, kissing his way down your jaw and to your neck, his lips gentle while his fingers are anything but, making your walls clench like crazy.
"Damn, y/n," he mutters.
"Minho... the couch. Please," you say in a strained voice.
He gathers you up and moves into the living room, a short transition in the small apartment.
You lay on your back, biting his neck, his lips, his tongue, as he works a second finger into you. Your hips lift off the couch.
"Y/n."
You look at him, seeing the question in his eyes.
You nod slowly, feeling your stomach jump. You watch him pull his fingers out, covered in your juices. He pulls your shorts down your legs, followed by your panties. He runs the same fingers that were just inside you up your ankle, your leg, to the inside of your thigh.
Minho makes eye contact with you again and you nod firmly. Yes. The green light.
He kisses the inside of your thigh, working his way to your entrance. When he gets there, you re clenching so hard around nothing it hurts. You ball your fists, trying not to make the noises so desperately trying to escape.
You wait, anticipation racking your body until he pushes your legs a little farther apart. Then he gets to work.
Finally, you can't take it anymore. "God, Minho," you moan.
"That's it, baby. Let it go. Sing for me, I want to hear that angelic voice if yours."
It feels so good. Perhaps too good. You can barely believe that you picked an argument with him over this.
You arch your back as his tongue enters your body and he makes some noise when your walls tighten even more. He pulls back and says "Relax, y/n."
"I'm trying," you mutter through clenched teeth.
As if to help, Minho starts rubbing your thigh. "No, babe, that doesn't—-" you cut yourself off, trying to get a grip. "Minho- I can't- agh-"
"Just let go, babe"
That's exactly what you're trying not to do. It's what you got so upset about on Sunday. The way you just lost control, how he encouraged it. He was a little confused, because you used to love it, the rush, the feeling, and now, he said, you're acting like it's your first time all over again. He was hurt because you called him greedy. You regret it, and you know he's going to make sure to make you such a mess and so needy that you really regret it.
One strong suck is all it takes to make you come.
You moan, grabbing at the couch as he pulls away, a devilish smirk on his face. He comes back with his fingers, shoving three fingers into your pussy, his thumb stroking your clit.
"Minho, I can't... You're gonna make me- uh!" You exclaim, coming all over his fingers.
"You know you want me," he hisses, but not maliciously. You shake your head, trembling. "Don't you?"
Again, you shake your head.
"Are you sure?"
"No. I don't want—"
"I can't hear you." He pushes his fingers even deeper.
You bite your lip, trying to pull him closer so you can kiss him, but he just raises an eyebrow in that way that drives you wild and pushes his fingers against your walls.
"One more chance, y/n. You know you want me, don't you?"
Yes," you gasp out. "I want... so bad..."
He smirks. "Who's the greedy one now?"
"Me," you pant. "Greedy bitch. I know. I'm such a dirty-"
"Keep going," he says.
"Dirty ho." Your clit aches painfully against his fingers as a fourth stretches it out. "So... such a- a slut,” you pant, somewhat hysteric.
"Mmm. You can do better than that."
You push him onto his back, yanking his jeans and boxers away.
"There you go," he says.
"In me," you beg. "Please?"
"Hmm.. I don't think you've said 'thank you' yet."
You start kneading around his dick. "Why should I?"
“I require payment," he says, his voice still so steady.
You cup your hand around his erection and start moving up and down. You take the tip of him in your mouth, tongue circling as you suck gently.
"Good girl."
You decide to show no mercy and suck as as you can, making him groan.
"Y/n. I can't-"
"To bad," you snap. "Try."
"God, you're so hot when you're fired up."
"Stops fighting."
"Oh, but then there'll be nothing left for you."
"There always is," you reply. "I’ll even be nice and help you," you say, right before he lets go and comes all over your hand and chin. "There's a good boy."
He pretends that he didn’t whine at the pet name. “Shall we call it even?" He asks, even though you know he's in no way finished.
"Oh, no," you say. "I'll let you choose."
"On your back," he orders. You comply. "And get the bra off. Stop acting like you're some innocent angel."
You drop your bra to the ground, right before he starts kissing your neck, his hands squeezing your breasts.
He moves to sit on your stomach, and you know what's coming. He holds his hand under your chin, and you spit into his palm, obliging. He uses your spit as a lubricant for his dick before he positions it between your tits, moving them back and forth, rubbing against him.
You feel him go hard almost instantly and smile inwardly. You knew he wasn't done yet. He's never down for the count that early on.
"Minho. Stop wasting time."
He raises his eyebrow again. "Who's in charge here?"
“Asshole,” you spit out. “I just fucking tolerate your orders.”
He hums in consideration. "What do you think?”
You stroke the tip of his dick, making him shudder. "Fuck me, Lee Minho. Show me what you've got."
The second you say it, you wish you could take it back.
"Challenge accepted."
This is going to be a long night.
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You're leaning against the arm of the couch, watching your boyfriend enthusiastically eat a bucketful of shrimp lo mien the same way he had eaten you out not too long ago.
"You hungry?" He asks, using his chopsticks to gather the noodles into his mouth.
"Mmm. Maybe later. I'm just exhausted. Tired."
"But not tired of me, right?"
You flash him an amused look. "Unfortunately not." Your entire body is sore, your legs are weak as hell, and your clit is pounding with pain. You give him an appraising look. "You seemed to hold your own longer than usual."
Minho shrugs, mouth full of noodles. His hair is a tousled mess, his bare chest and neck covered in hickeys and teeth marks. You're sure that you're no different.
You tug the sleeves of his hoodie down over your hands and pick up your phone. "Oh, fuck," you say, realizing that you have a missed call.
"What's up?"
"Mia tried calling me earlier," you tell him. "But..."
"You were a bit busy," he supplies with a shrug. He twists away from you to grab another carton of lo mien, and you see that his back is bright red and covered in scratches. You reach out and trace a puffy red line, feeling him shiver under your touch.
"God, babe. Your fingers are freezing."
You trace another line, realizing that there are tiny beads of blood on his back. "Holy shit. Minho. Baby. Why don't you ever stop me?"
He shrugs, opening the lo mien. "I'm fine with it. I like it. You seem to like it. It also kinda kills the mood.
"But if it hurts—"
"It dushnt," he tells you, noodles hanging from his mouth like octopus tentacles.
"Still. What if I scratch too hard and actually cut you instead of just scraping the surface of your skin? Stop acting like 'the mood' is more important that your health."
He doesn't meet you eyes as he quietly says "Are we really going down this path again?"
You sigh and push your fingers into your hair.
"Maybe. Yes. I don't know!"
"Babe. I don't really know what you want me to say anymore. I told you not to worry about me."
"I'm not just worrying about you, Minho. I'm also thinking about me."
He twirls his chopsticks in the lo mien container. "Do you, y/n? Because you seem to have a tolerance the size of fucking Kilimanjaro. You never tell me to stop, even if, quite frankly, I'm exhausted and can't keep going. But I do. I do for you."
You feel your neck getting warm. "Well maybe it's your own fault for not telling me you need to stop."
"I do, though. I do, and you listen when I tell you I'm out. I'm more so a bit ticked off that you never tell me to stop. Do you remember what I said to you all that time ago? Did you even care? Because that was me, caring."
You close your eyes, remembering the color system that he devised for you, signals as to when to tell him to stop, if something he's doing hurts. "Yes, Minho. I remember. But I said that also goes for you! And you-"
"Use it when I really need to," he interjects.
"Well... well maybe I just don't really need to, then," you huff.
He cocks an eyebrow, and you tell yourself it's just an eyebrow, not a sexy move from your boyfriend. Definitely not something that turns you on.
The truth is, you've always been scared to use the light system. It's always green. Green means go. Even though you and Minho had had feelings for each other since you were in primary school- the last year, but still— that didn't stop him, who was three years older, from meeting other girls and going out with them, and you didn't try to stop him. You yourself went out on dates, kissed guys and did everything short of getting fucked for real. You wanted Minho to be the one to get your cherry. And he didn't disappoint.
Through it all, though, he had plenty of experience, experiences that you couldn't compete with unless it was oral. He told you green light means all good. Yellow is "I need a break" and red is stop. No questions asked. Whatever you're doing ends and you do something that doesn't involve sex. Red and yellow both mean "this hurts, I'm uncomfortable" of some degree.
Though you've definitely needed to, you've been worried about how Minho would react if you tell him to stop. It's one of the other reasons you argued with him on Sunday, but he doesn't know it. You made it seem like he just takes and takes, when really, it was that it hurt. You couldn't keep going, even though it hadn't even been 15 minutes when the pain kicked in. You were embarrassed. He was able to go on for God knows how long, and you weren't lasting anywhere near as close as him that day.
The look Minho gives you tells you that he's calling BS.
"Y/n."
You look at him. "Minho?"
"Look." He's always down his container of noodles and shrimp. "I know that's not the case. Why don't you try telling me what's actually up."
A spark of frustration heats your chest. "What's up, Minho, is that, thanks to you being late, we missed our appointment with Mia!"
Minho leans forward, massaging his temples. Finally, he drops his hands, his elbows balancing on his knees, and he looks over at you. "Is that what this is all about? I'm not ignoring the fact that you're dodging my question, but why didn't you say something to me?"
"Because... because it's just-"
"Not worth it? Babe, clearly it is. You wouldn't even tell me why this appointment was so fucking important to you. So important that I had to be there, which I found odd, because you usually tell me you want to see Mia alone. Which is fine, because I know that's the only girl time you two get together, so I found it strange that you wanted me there."
You clench your fists, hidden from view by the long sleeves of your boyfriend's hoodie, trying not to explode.
"And," he continues, "you still haven't told me the full story as to why you were actually upset on Sunday. You just called me greedy and said you weren't in the mood anymore. So please, please, will you tell me what's wrong? What's been going on?"
"I..." you look into his amber eyes, trying to fight the truth.
Minho puts a hand on your knee. "Y/n. Baby. Please."
The words come spilling out. "It's not that you're greedy. It's not that I don't enjoy the sex anymore. It's that... it's that I'm scared," you blurt. His expression is startled, incredulous as you go on.
"I'm scared to tell you no. To tell you to stop, that something hurts. It makes me feel like shit, when something hurts and I start to feel tired by the fifteen minute mark when you haven't even gotten started. It's not every time. But that's what was happening on Sunday. Sometimes it makes me ashamed, how much I just... it's like I'm a different person when we have sex. Sometimes I don't recognize me. Like, I turn into a mess. You turn me on like that" —you snap your fingers— "and somehow, you get me to cum four times in less than half an hour. I needed to feel justified in my feelings of 'I can't anymore' and I was scared to flat out tell you to stop, so I told you that you were being greedy and it was a turn off. And I'm sorry, Minho. I'm so so sorry for calling you greedy and disgusting. The truth is, I feel greedy and disgusting, wanting so badly, wanting so much, when I can't go on, or when you need a break. Sometimes I feel annoyed that you need to stop." You bury your face in your hands. "God, I'm such an asshole." You try to prevent the tears prickling behind your eyes.
"Y/n. Look at me. Please." You lower your hands to see Minho. "I'm sorry. Babe, why haven't you said something? If it hurts, if I'm hurting you, then you should tell me. If you can't anymore, tell me. Yellow light. Red light. Doesn't matter. Don't feel ashamed, okay? To tell you the truth, sometimes I can tell you're tired, but I'm never sure whether or not I should slow down and stop because you never tell me to, and I worry about accidentally offending you. I don't want you to think I'm assuming you're weak."
"Anyone that can ride Lee Minho for even fifteen minutes cannot be weak," you joke.
"Point taken. As for being a totally different person during sex? Well, yeah, you're gonna act differently when you're fucking. Think about it: do you go around constantly calling yourself a dirty ho and greedy bitch when you're at work?"
You don't say anything.
"I mean, unless you're getting it on with a coworker. Then we might have some problems."
That gets a laugh from you. "God, no. No, Minho. I understand what you're saying. It just... I feel ashamed and dirty after the fact. Like 'was that really me'?"
He smiles gently. "Yes, and I get that. But you have to know that there's no reason to feel that way. I don't think any less of you. And, in case you don't remember, you aren't the only one yelling and moaning and talking dirty, okay? You also aren't the only one that gets turned on instantly and cums a billion times. Then again, I, personally, can't really help it."
You smile again, that special smile that you save for him.
"Now. What about this appointment with Mia?"
The smile drops from your face as a slight panic sets in. "What about it?"
"Baby, please don't shut down now. Keep this going, okay? Why were you so upset to miss a meeting with Mia?"
You bite your lip, contemplating. "I... I'm maybe... something came up, and she... she's had a few times dealing with this with other people and knows what to do and I wanted you there so we were on the same page."
"Okay," he says slowly.
You feel your hands start to shake. "I guess it has to do with why I was so punchy these past few weeks..."
"Oh. I though it was PMS."
You shake your head. "No. Maybe a little bit, but mainly no. The truth is.." you hesitate, trying how best to go about this. "I have a rare immunodeficiency."
Minho looks at you with disbelief. "What?"
"I... I have a rare immunodeficiency," you repeat shakily.
"What is it? How did you find out?"
"Well... I actually found out from... from us having sex."
Minho's eyes widen. "Have I somehow gotten you sick? What happened? Does this have to do with why it hurts you so much?"
"No, I'll explain in a second, and possibly." You look down at your hands. "Let me ask you this: you'd say we're usually pretty... careful, right?"
He nods. "If I remember correctly, told me to download that app that tracks your cycle so we both have a record of your ovulation schedule and know what days to avoid completely. And you regularly remind me to make sure I have condoms both here and at my place and you have some sort of birth control, but you stopped taking it because it was causing some sort of issue, so no more of y/n's birth control. Correct?"
You nod. "But we're only human, and even technology can't predict something that fluctuates like a woman's period. Because it does change."
Again, he nods. "True... Wait." He looks up at you, lips parted. "Are you..?"
You shake your head. "No, babe. I'm not pregnant. Not anymore."
"Anymore?"
You nod. "Yes. I've technically been pregnant five times in the past two years."
Your boyfriend stares, mouth agape.
"After the fourth time, I went to the doctors. Do you remember how I had that constant bout of sickness?"
"I remember."
"Well.." you squeeze your fingers, preparing yourself. "I was getting so sick because my body was thinking that each fetus was actually a virus. At the same time, my body was naturally like 'okay we've got a life force in here to grow and protect'. Essentially, my body was waging a two-sided war on itself. One side to protect the baby, the other trying to get rid of it."
"But why?" You can't help but be thankful for how calm he's staying.
"You're taking this remarkably well. Better than I thought you would, anyways." You hug your arms to your chest. "Explanation: my body isn't accepting your DNA."
"So, essentially, I'm making you sick. But only when you end up pregnant?"
"Exactly."
He shakes his head. "God, y/n. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I... I wasn't sure how," you say meekly. "I mean, I'd be like 'hey, babe, guess what? I'm pregnant. Surprise!' Just to be like 'Ha. Sike!I'm not pregnant anymore' within a month."
He sighs. "True. Holy fuck. Five times?"
You nod and laugh a little. "Yeah. Guess we know what that means."
He nods conspiratorially. "Yep. Probably should've listened to everyone being like 'be smart. Be safe. Always use protection', huh?" He rubs the back of his neck. "Is there a way to fix it?"
"Fertilization treatments," you say glumly. "I hear they're absolute hell."
"But it'll be worth it, right? I mean, you don't get sick and... I mean, if you don't want kids, that's fine, I just thought... I'm not saying I'm assuming anything. I mean, obviously it's your choice, I just thought..."
For the first time, you realize just how… nervous this news is making him. Your boyfriend, the always cool, calm and collected Lee Minho is a flustered and stuttering mess. It also hits you that he actually, really, truly wants kids. He wants kids... with you. Which must mean...
No. You can't get sidetracked. Whether or not he proposes is up to him. You'll always be ready to say yes.
Back to the task at hand.
"Minho. Babe, calm down. Of course it'll be worth it."
He starts shaking his head, almost frantically. "No, no, no. Don't make a decision based on me. Do it because you want to. Don't-"
You put your hand on his knee. "Hey. Deep breaths. Yes, I want the treatments."
His body sags in relief.
"I want to get this fixed. I can't have a family if my body is killing off our kids. I dare say you'd prefer it if your children actually made it out alive."
His eyes widen at your statement. You run it through your head, trying to catch your mistake.
Then you realize: you just laid out a future of togetherness, marriage, and parenthood with Minho in those three sentences.
You try to backpedal, feeling like you've overstepped, even though you've talked about a future together many times. "I just meant, if you were me— I didn't mean—"
He cups your face in his hand. "I'd prefer it if my children made it out alive," he says softly, placing a hand on your abdomen.
You smile, relieved that you've finally told him. As Minho leans in to kiss you oh so softly, you close your eyes, envisioning your future.
#lee know#lee know smut#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids smut#lee minho#stray kids x reader#lee know x reader#skz ff#skz smut#lee know fanfic#Spotify
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The Oddity Of Kindness
Jade finds you quite amusing, really. He can't help but wish to catch you off-guard. And yet, his plans are thrown off by your dastardly schemes of- genuine kindness?
Notes: NGL Jade would actually make a really good Kaguya from love is war but at the same time I like it better when there is no shirogane... Just him doing that stuff and some random person who's incredibly nice (I low-key wanna make this fic a series guys HELP-)
Jade always found you to be quite the peculiar individual. You never displayed the fear characteristically shown around him. Oblivious, perhaps?
Your peculiarity just made you all the more fascinating. Jade couldn't help but wonder how you'd react upon finding out his true nature.
He'd lamented this to Floyd. Floyd had just said he was being "lame". How foolish. Jade was most certainly not being lame, in fact, he was being incredibly cunning in his schemes to catch you off-guard. He was intelligent, analyzing your weaknesses with am effortless prowess rarely seen, and he had a flawless plan.
Really, it would be so amusing to toy with you a tad. After all, what could you possibly do against him?
"You're blushing, Jade," Azul had commented idly as Jade left to meet you at the botanical gardens, where you went every Saturday morning to pick strawberries. Somehow, Trey let you pick them without charging anything like he had with Jade. You must've been a genius of wit to make that happen.
"Perhaps you require an eye-exam, Azul," Jade said with a laugh. Honestly, what sort of lovesick fool did Azul think he was? Blushing like some schoolgirl meeting their crush! "Your glasses clearly aren't high enough in power. Would you like me to schedule an appointment for you?"
Azul merely rolled his eyes.
"You would do well to get yourself an eye exam," he said, waving Jade off with a shoo. Whatever. Azul simply failed to comprehend Jade's plan. Really, most people would. It was so dastardly Jade couldn't help but feel a bit bad at his own cold-hearted nature.
He was going to fluster you. That was the end goal. He'd already laid out a step-by-step process, along with backup-plans for your every counter.
The first step was to enter the greenhouse. He'd just done that. The second was to walk over to where you were. Closer, closer, taking in the slight scent of petrichor, the fresh, ruby-red strawberries that surrounded you, until...
"Ah, Jade!" You jumped up at the sight of him, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly upon facing him. "Sorry. Didn't see you there."
He smiled, making sure to keep his mouth closed. It made him seem polite, but slightly unnerving due to the way the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Phase one of his plan - to catch you off-guard and leave you at a disadvantage - was a success. It was time for phase two.
"Don't worry," he said. "I completely understand. Regardless, I'm rather curious as to what you're doing. You show up at the garden rather often at this exact time, you see."
He'd just combined steps three and four into one. He'd both unnerved you a bit more by implying that he'd observed your habits and made for a smooth transition to bringing up why he came to the botanical gardens.
"Oh, I'm just here to pick some strawberries for Trey!" So you picked those as a favor to him. That explained why Trey never attempted to seek payment. "He's pretty swamped in Heartslabyul most days, so I like to deliver the strawberries to him."
So you were kind, yes, but that was nothing but old news. More importantly, why weren't you unnerved by the fact that Jade seemed to know you well?
"What about you?" You asked. "I can't name a time, but I know you come here pretty often too. Mind sharing why?"
So, it'd finally come to this. Jade could already picture the sight of you caught off-guard. It would be so tantalizing- amusing. It would be amusing. Not tantalizing, and certainly not something to savor.
"You truly wish to know? It might frighten you," he said, with that typical, unnerving grin of his. But you didn't even bat an eye. How peculiar.
"Yeah, sure!" You said.
His plan was coming to an amusing fruition. Jade knew his eyes were sparkling as he started his ramble.
"I have a love for mushrooms," he said. "The beautiful, often poisonous things. I come here to grow them. I cultivate them ad best as I can, you know. Some fungi can't be grown here. Those tend to be more poisonous. The fun ones. And then, after a long time, the mushrooms are ready for cultivation. The ones that seem edible get fed to others. And yet, they must complain. I still remember the ghost chef who kept insisting it was rude to feed others mushrooms that freeze the tomgue. How odd, no? It was merely a bit of fun."
Silence ensued, with you keeping your hand clasped firmly over your mouth. Jade grinned. He'd done it. To think, you were so easily frightened. How amusing.
But then, you burst into laughter.
"What seems to be the matter?" He said. This wasn't what he expected to happen. Most people were dying to run away, yet paralyzed in fear.
"I- hah, sorry," you said, wheezing in attempts to catch your breath. "You're just so cute when you talk about your mushrooms. And then you were looking at me at the end like you were expecting something, and I just couldn't help it!"
At his reaction, you seemed to come to a realization.
"Did you actually think that'd scare me?" Here it was. You'd show your less kind side to mock him.
But then, your expression seemed to somber for a bit, before you puffed yourself up in an act of resoluteness.
"All those people who tell you it's weird are wrong!" You said, seeming awfully indignant. "You're cute when you get all excited and your eyes sparkle, a-and I loved learning more about your cultivation process. The information's a bonus, not something to put up with!"
You thought he was- cute? T-That wasn't true at all! Jade wasn't cute, he was a predator, and he was cold and cunning in a way that had brought fear upon others! Even as a child, he'd been feared by the high-profile clients Father had him hunt.
So how could you of all people think he was cute? This was utterly absurd. No one thought he was cute, especially not when he talked about mushrooms!
His mouth went dry. His face felt so hot it felt like it would combust any second. What was he to do? He'd never thought this would happen!
"You okay, Jade? Your face is really red," you said. Somehow, you seemed nothing but concerned. There wasn't an ounce of malice in your eyes, and he didn't understand that. Why? Weren't you going to attempt to take advantage of this rare moment of weakness? To garner a favor?
"I- must leave," he said, swallowing rapidly in hopes of overcoming the knot that seemed to form in his throat. "Until next time. This was a pleasure."
"Yeah, I was really nice getting to know you better!" You said. "And don't feel bad about how red your face is! I think it's super cute! But, since it probably means you're sick, rest up, okay?"
What sort of dastardly trick was this? You couldn't possibly be so well-intentioned. So caring, so concerned, over him? It was incomprehensible.
A retreat. He had to stage a retreat. This was too much.
"Hey, Jade!" Said Floyd, right as Jade had strained the illusion of safety. "You're so red right now? 'Rest up, okay'?"
Floyd had- heard everything?
"You'd beat be quiet, dear brother," he said. His voice cracked. Jade's voice never cracked! That simply wasn't something that happened.
"No, no, Floyd is right," said none other than Azul, approaching Jade from the other direction. He was trapped. "What happened to you? Perhaps your little crush managed to turn the tables on you?"
There was nothing to speculate for either of them. They'd seen it all go down. But Jade had to put an end to this somehow.
"It would be a shame if I were to tell everyone about both of your more embarrassing moments, now wouldn't it?" That wasn't nearly as subtle as Jade would've liked. But it did the trick, and got both Azul and Floyd to quit revelling in his suffering.
"Why must you be this way?"
"Boo. Killjoy."
Jade couldn't help but let out a small laugh at their comments as he pulled himself together.
"Regardless, the Prefect truly is a fascinating character," he said. You really were quite the odd one, weren't you?
Change of plans. He didn't want to fluster you anymore. No.
Now, he was going to woo you.
#jade leech#twst jade#twisted wonderland#twst#jade leech x reader#jade leech x you#jade x you#jade#jade x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twst fanfic#ik flustered jade isn't all that popular (at least not from what I've sen T_T)#But PLEASE YOU HAVE TO SEE THE VISION PLEAS EPLEASE#Istg im gonna give in to the intrusive thoughts and make this a series#just to make more flustered jade#because I've seen basically nothing
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@mayoigotokurousagi LAST ONE OF YOURS here's Jin!!!
Jin is. . .he's a lot sweeter than you'd expect once his affinity gets high lol. . . . I FEEL LIKE I ENDED UP WITH A LOT OF COMMENTARY HERE. . .he just acts very different as affinity goes up, i have to point shit out haha
If you've got a message(no affinity required):
"Hey, you've got mail. Don't tell me you're not going to open it.
What if it was for me?"
おい、手紙。放っとくつもりじゃねぇだろうな。
俺宛があったらどうすんだ？ あ？
Jin, why would your mail be in my. . .whatever
No affinity required:
"Kneel!
Tsk... Where's {PC}? Bring her to my room."
跪け！
……チッ。あの女はどこだ。今すぐ俺の部屋に連れてこい
"What? Your schedule's not my problem. Just arrange it around me."
あ？ お前の都合なんて知らねぇ。黙って俺に合わせてりゃいいんだよ
Affinity 1:
"...Huh? I don't want to see your face at the crack of dawn.
Get out."
……あ？寝起きから、その面見せんな……
下がってろ
given how vulgar his speech is sometimes i'm surprised he didn't say "asscrack of dawn"
Affinity 2
"Tell the chef I'm not in the mood for meat today."
……シェフに伝えろ。今日は肉の気分じゃねぇってな
Affinity 4:
"Put my dinner over there. I'll eat later if I feel like it."
ディナーはそこに置いておけ。気が向いたら食っておく
i am once again asking the ghouls to FUCKING EAT PROPER MEALS.
Affinity 6
"A Class C anomaly?
Miss me with that weak shit.
Why do you think we have a Vice Captain?"
あ？ Ｃ級怪異？
つまんねぇことに俺を巻き込むな。
何のために副寮長がいるんだ？
MISS ME WITH THAT WEAK SHIT I AM IN TEARS WHO TAUGHT YOU TO TALK LIKE THAT. . . .
Affinity 7
"What about class? Ha. What makes you think you can lecture me? Worry about yourself."
……授業の時間？ ハッ、俺に説教とはいい度胸じゃねぇか。お前は自分の心配でもしてろ
Affinity 9
"Bianerus!
...I'm not feeling it today. You can go."
＜ビアネルス＞
…………チッ。調子が悪い。今日はもう下がれ
Affinity 12
"...I'm hungry. Go order lunch. For two."
……腹が減ったな。おい、ランチの手配をしろ。２人分だ
i guarantee you the pc did not consider that he meant "i want to eat lunch with you" the first time this happened. she probably just thought "damn jin's hungry today."
Affinity 13
"You have plans?
Take a second and really think about whether your plans are more important than me before you open that mouth again."
今日は都合が悪い？
……俺より優先する価値があるか、よく考えてから口を開け
Affinity 16
"Why do you look so worn out? If you're going to serve me, learn how to take better care of yourself.
Tohma, take her to the infirmary."
おい下僕、なんだその顔色は。俺に仕えるなら体調管理は万全にしろ。
塔真、こいつを保健室に運んでこい
why the infirmary. . .i don't think she needs a doctor i think she needs a nap. You're overworking her didn't Taiga tell you not to break her you donut
Affinity 17
"It's still early...
You want to practice the waltz? Bold, aren't you?
You're going to be sore tomorrow."
まだこんな時間か。
ワルツの練習？……生意気に催促しやがって。
覚悟しろよ。お前は明日、筋肉痛だ
are we still. . .talking about the. . .dancing. . . .
Affinity 18
"You want to dine with me?
Ha. All right. Show me if you've learned anything."
お前と俺が、ディナーを一緒に？
ハッ、面白ぇ。お手並み拝見といこうか
Affinity 19
"It's quiet tonight... Sit here, next to me.
We're playing a duet. Don't give me that look.
You'll know this song."
今夜は静かだな……隣に座れ。
連弾だ。そんな顔すんじゃねぇよ。
……お前も知ってる曲だ
i would like to add that the expression he makes during this one is described as pouting and acting like a spoiled child. He's holding your wrist and pulling you a bit, trying to get you to sit next to him. . .telling you you're going to play piano together. . .he wants to play a song you know. Maybe even a song you like. So. . .please spend time with him. Together. Not under his command, but. . .with him.
Please?
Affinity 20
"Waking me up every morning was your idea, so I'd better see you here tomorrow too.
That's an order."
ルーティンにしたのはお前だろ。責任取って、明日も起こしに来い。
……これは命令だ
how quickly we go from "i don't wanna see your face first thing in the morning" to "i had better see your face every morning". . . .
(it's not quickly at all. it's actually an incredibly slow process getting affinity up.)
Affinity 21
"...I was too active yesterday.
Massage me, servant.
...What the hell was that? Put some muscle into it."
チッ。昨日は体を動かしすぎたな。
下僕、次はマッサージだ。
……足りねぇよ。もっと強く押せ
i love this one he's just like bitch what the fuck kinda weak ass massage is that put some back into it?????
Affinity 22
"You don't know about dining etiquette?
I don't have time for this... If you want me to teach you, I better see that nose on the grindstone."
テーブルマナーがわからない？
面倒くせぇ……俺に教わるからにはそれ相応の覚悟があんだろうな？
we are reaching critical levels of "i need to make you presentable so you can meet my father"
Affinity 23
"What's that? My helicopter, obviously. Quit gawking and get in."
俺のヘリだ。見たらわかんだろ。……いいから、さっさと乗れ
get in servant idk where we're going but you are going with me
Affinity 24
"I've got plans early tomorrow. Your house is too far.
Stay here tonight."
明日は早朝から用事がある。お前が寝泊まりしてる寮からじゃ間に合わねぇかもな。
今夜は、ここに泊まれ
another expression note. . .he's looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck here. He's shy, almost. Because he's not asking you to stay over to perform some task. It's not your usual master-servant dynamic. He just wants you close to him. As close as possible. He really is rather sweet.
Affinity 25(max)
"Never learn, do you? I don't take you being here for granted.
I know it won't last forever. That's all I'm going to say."
懲りないやつだな。言っておくが、こうやってお前が隣にいること……
俺は、永遠に続くとは思ってねぇぞ
Jin makes a sad face when he says it won't last forever. Now if only I had the means to see that expression. Someday. Maybe. He knows that once your curse is broken you'll probably go back to your ordinary life. If your curse can't be broken you'll die. And if you, for some reason, continue to stay at Darkwick even after being cured, he'll be a fourth year next year--he's gonna go off to do field work. Eventually he'll work in the highest levels of Darkwick's industrial complex and eventually he'll take his father's place as the president. With all of this, there's no way you'll be able to be together, no matter what. This is a short lived burst of happiness and attachment for him. It means a lot more to him than you realize.
Spring
"(yawn)
What's with that look? I'm not allowed to yawn?"
ふぁっ……
あ？ 何だその顔は。俺があくびして悪ぃか？
"The flowers you can see from the balcony? Yeah, I had them planted.
...My mother liked them."
バルコニーから見える花……？ああ、俺が植えさせた。
…………お袋が好きだった花だ
"Sunset's supposed to be nice this time of year.
Come on, servant. Before I change my mind."
春茜か……おい下僕、少し外に出る。
俺の気が変わる前に付き合えよ
"You're going to see the cherry blossoms tonight with the brats?
Suit yourself. I doubt any of you can appreciate them."
あ？ ガキどもと夜桜を見に行く？
勝手にしろ。お前らに、あの風情がわかるとは思えねぇけどな
Summer
"Those little shits are so loud this morning... They're worse than the cicadas.
Tohma, go exterminate them."
クソ、朝からガキどもがうるせぇ。
塔真、あのセミより鬱陶しい奴らを駆除してこい
MODS, PUT 'EM IN THE BLENDER.
"What kind of moron chooses to go out in the sun this time of year?
Unless you want your brain to melt, stay here with me."
わざわざこの時期、日を浴びようなんて奴は馬鹿しかいねぇ。
お前も脳みそ溶かしたくなきゃ、ここにいろ
jin. . .this is frostheim. it is PERMANENTLY WINTER here, even to the point of that the day-night timing doesn't change. It's not hot unless we leave the boundaries of frostheim. . . .
"You've got tickets to a fireworks festival?
The view's better from a helicopter. ...You've got guts thinking you can show me a good time, peasant."
あ？ 花火大会の観覧席チケット？
花火はヘリから見るもんだろ。庶民の分際で俺を誘いやがって……
'peasant' is worse than 'servant' in my opinion. . . .
"Haven't heard the sound of waves for a while...
Get the speedboat. I'll drive."
しばらく波の音も聞いてねぇな……
おい、今すぐクルーザーを出せ。操���は俺がする
jin just shoving you into various vehicles to take you places is really funny to me for some reason. you're like his purse dog. he just wants to take you everywhere even if it doesn't really benefit him to do so.
Autumn
"I overworked myself. Go get Tohma.
I was right having him get that PT license.
I should have you get one too."
塔真を呼べ、オーバーワークした。
あいつに整体の資格を取らせたのは正解だったな。
下僕、お前も取るか
. . .doesn't that take like three years minimum in japan. . .how did you get him to get that. . .didn't he only meet you like two and a half years ago and you weren't even in the same house then. . .is that a darkwick offered course. . . .
"A pumpkin spice latte?
I'm not drinking this saccharine garbage. Give the rest to the brats."
あ？ パンプキンスパイスラテ？
こんな甘ったるい茶は飲まねぇよ。残りはガキどもにやっとけ
what do you think he is, a basic bitch like you?
"My favorite family vacation? Don't have one.
This conversation is over."
行楽の思い出？そんなもんねぇよ。
……この話は終わりだ
"I don't play the piano because I like it. It's just force of habit."
別に、ピアノが好きで弾いてるわけじゃねぇよ。ただの惰性だ
Winter
"...Don't fucking wake me up. Come back later."
……起こすんじゃねぇ。話なら後にしろ
he hates the heat he hates the cold. . .well he also hates mornings in general. . . .
"Why is my name on this snowman?
Tohma, give me your gloves. Whichever half-wit made this has shit for eyes."
なんで雪だるまに、俺の名前が？
……塔真、手袋を貸せ。これ作った奴の目は、確実に腐ってやがんな
"is that supposed to be me. . .? aw hell no i am fixing this shit"
"Tell the chef and the brats we're having a roast dinner tomorrow.
Kobe beef. They know how I like it."
明日はローストディナーだ、シェフとガキどもに言っとけ。
肉は神戸牛でな。焼き加減はわかってるはずだ
i like that the frostheim ghouls eat dinner together like a family. . .jin looks at Kaito and Lucas and goes 'those are my idiot sons. i cannot stand them.'
"You're staying here tonight, servant. I'll show you an aurora you couldn't even dream of."
下僕、今夜は泊まれ。最上級のオーロラを見せてやる
see how this is worded differently from when he asks you to stay over because 'your house is too far away'? even when he's trying to be sweet to you, as long as he maintains your power imbalance he feels comfortable--he has something over you here--but trying to lay his feelings bare, just saying 'i want you to stay with me', that's so much more than he's used to saying.
His birthday
"A birthday party? This has Tohma written all over it, that asshole's always using me to—
You're planning it?
...I'll think about it."
誕生日パーティー？ 塔真の奴、また俺を客寄せに使って……
違う？お前が主催？
……気が向いたらな
Your birthday
"The song I just played?
It's G. F. Handel. He wrote it for the queen's birthday."
さっき弾いた曲？……Ｇ．Ｆ．ヘンデルが、女王の誕生日に送った曲だ
in case you don't get the significance of what he's saying here. . .lemme fetch one of Tohma's lines for you--
"I'm no more than a servant. Frostheim is ruled by a king, you see."
私はあくまで小間使いですよ。フロストハイムには、キングがいますから
my dude I think jin just called you his queen--only for your birthday though don't get cocky, servant
New Years
"Hope you're ready for another year being at beck and call, servant.
First up, my New Year's courtesy calls. Go do them for me."
おい、下僕。今年も俺専用の女中として必死に尽くせよ。
まずは新年の挨拶回りだ。代わりに行ってこい
'happy new year! your purpose is still serving me.'
Valentine's Day
"What's that sad-looking box you're holding?
...Oh. No, don't throw it away.
I'll take it."
なんだ？ この貧相な包みは。
……ああ、そういうことか。
捨てなくていい。受け取ってやるよ
jin is one of those characters who probably gets a mountain of chocolates given to him by admirers, all brand name and like from famous confectioners and shit. real nice fancy packages. so he sees your shitty little unprofessional homemade thing and is like 'tf is that' before he realizes it's for him and it's made with love and he just. . .ah. no, i want that, actually.
April Fool's Day
"Hey, are you all right?
...Tsk. If that was a joke, it wasn't fucking funny.
I've changed my mind. Cancel all my plans for the day."
おい、お前大丈夫か？
……チッ。質の悪ぃ嘘だな……
気が変わった。今日の予定はすべてキャンセルだ
i feel like Jin is about to put together the most elaborate prank and it's gonna hurt someone's feelings or get somebody hurt and no one will find it funny and he'll end up feeling super shitty. like that one spongebob episode.
Halloween
"Where the hell's Tohma? Asshole sent the brats to my room to beg for candy.
Next time I see him I'm going to wring his fucking neck."
クソ……塔真はどこだ。俺の部屋に籠持ったガキども寄こしやがって。
あいつ……ぶっ殺すぞ……
okay but did you give them candy?
Christmas
"Go tell Tohma what color dress you're wearing tonight.
Why?
Maybe I'll wear a matching ascot tie. If I feel like it."
今夜着るドレスの色を塔真に伝えておけ。
あ？ 理由？
気が向いたらアスコットタイの色を合わせてやる
Idle
"Shit... This is throwing me off.
Who does that servant think she is?"
……クソ……調子が狂う。
下僕の分際で、舐めやがって……
he feels so wrong without you next to him aw
Absent for an extended period of time?
"...You've got guts abandoning your place at my back, servant.
I'm going to have to retrain you."
…………っ、おい……下僕は常に主人の後ろにいるもんだろうが。
お前は再教育だ
ONCE AGAIN IT FEELS LIKE I PUT NEARLY ALL OF THEM IN. . .the way he treats the pc in so many different ways but it makes sense with his character and feelings. . .as far as the home screen lines go, Jin definitely loves you in some capacity. He's actually quite clingy. . .i'm a little too sleepy for more coherent thought haha
#tokyo debunker#jin kamurai#tokyo debunker spoilers#datamining cw#danie yells at tokyo debunker#THE REST WILL ONLY BE IN ENGLISH unless requested otherwise i guess#it is midnight and i have a dr's appt tomorrow and i did not sleep well last night so. might get some sleep before the next ones.#i feel like i'm losing comprehension. so sleep would be smart.
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Clockwork. - OC Story
pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley
bonus: MootOC!Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
words: 1.4k~ (on the dot, bby!)
cw: canon simon backstory. + none. just toothrotting fluff.
December and May are Simon's least favourite months of the year.
December because it's the constant reminder of his family passing.
May because it's the constant reminder that he was the cause of all his family's issues.
Simon was born within days of his own father's birthday; "a late birthday present" everyone called it...
Nevermind the fact the druggie was too high to even attend his own son's birth, and that his mum had to get herself to the hospital alone, with a young Tommy tucked under her arm.
Simon had a bad birth, having breached feet first, and having to get rotated in utero, and then having been born with the umbilical chord around his neck, which meant he needed extra care afterward.
Simon needed to get surgery at age 3 because of tonsilitis.
Simon needed glasses growing up, which is mum could barely afford.
Simon had trouble saying his Ss, so for a long time, he got mocked at school for calling himself "Shimon"... and ended in him having speech classes.
Simon's grades were horrendous, and he had a tendency to get into fights at school, which caused his mum to have to take hours off work to come see his teachers.
Simon.
Simon.
Simon.
Always him, at the root of every problem.
And yet Simon was the only one in the house to raise his voice (and later his fists) at the drunk that was his father, which earned him countless trips to A&E.
Simon was the one with the neglected birthday, not because his mum and Tommy didn't remember, but because being right after his own father's, the leech would blow all their money on a rager, and leave the family unable to eat, let alone buy the boy a cake.
So Simon learned to not care.
Going into the Army, people didn't really show that big of a deal about it like they would at a normal job. Hard to, when you spend all your time fearing a bomb will fall on you or a bullet will bury itself on your body.
But then he went home, and when he kicked that bag of bones out of the house, and got Tommy into rehab... It got different. Got... better. The birthdays got easier. There were phone calls, and cards, and he actually... sort of... looked forward to it.
Whenever he'd be scheduled for leave, he'd go home, and mum would've bought them a cake and they'd sing happy birthday, and mum would give him things he needed; clothes, boots, they'd watch films together, she'd kiss his forehead so often...
Then, Beth came along. And now he suddenly was being forced fed cake and handed gifts that he had no clue what to do with... So his barracks suddenly had color. There were new towels, and little trinkets, picture frames with photos from home...
Then Joseph came, the little boy that had been the apple of his eye, that learned to talk in May, at 10 months old, and Simon got an e-mail with a video from them, where little Joseph mumbled his way past a 'SiSi!' while pointing at a picture of him in Tommy's phone... One of, if not the, best gift he'd ever received.
And they they were gone.
It only got so much worse after that night.
He swore he'd never celebrate his birthday again.
All he had ever loved had been stripped from him.
He wondered if it was his fault.
If he was, somehow, destined to bring bad luck to all those around him.
If he was, somehow, the root of all evil.
If, because he spited some God, all that he loved, all that he touched, was destined to die in his hands.
He spent three years locked in a haze. Mission to mission, job to job, move move move, and never stop.
He spent three Mays buried in work so he couldn't think, and buried in alcohol so he couldn't feel.
And then, on the fourth...
“He tried to get the radiophone off me, so I broke a couple of his fingers… And his wrist. And kicked him in the balls.”
“It's a… Mexican-style MRE. Has beans and cheddar cheese or something. It's the only one I actually don't mind eating. The others are disgusting.”
“That feels like a dig at my social skills.”
“I've been swimming since I was a girl. Navy made sense too.”
“Took a napalm bath.”
For once since that bloody fucking day, he actually wanted something more than to simply forget, to drink himself into a coma and only waking up days later with his phone ringing and Price talking about a new mission.
God, Victoria made him laugh. She made him roll his eyes. She made him scoff. She made him talk. She made him listen.
Of course he couldn't let that go... let her go.
Of course he went looking for her once he was on leave.
Of course he held her close for those two nights.
Of course he held her close in that safehouse.
Of course he bore his face out for her when he got shot.
Of course, of course, of course.
He didn't isolate anymore, every May after that.
Simon'd wake up on his birthday and throw back the covers and sit on the edge of the bed and before the thoughts got to him, she'd already be wrapping her arms around his midsection, and pressing her cheek to his back.
And he'd put his hands over hers, and hear her breathing, and her heartbeat pressed against his back... And he'd close his eyes.
They didn't need to speak.
Victoria never wished him a 'Happy Birthday', but she'd always make sure to bake him a little sweet treat for dinner.
They share it the same way they shared their ''wedding cake'': sat across from each other in their kitchen, with a backdrop of trees beside them, a single knife to cut a slice, feeding each other pieces off the blade.
And when the thoughts got to be too much, on his birthday or all throughout the month, he'd simply turn and look at her, cup her face in his hand, and look her in the eye...
In those moments, he wanted to say it, he could feel it in the tip of his tongue...
That he cherished her.
That he appreciated all she did.
That she kept him sane.
That she was the best thing to have ever happened to him.
That she was like a lighthouse when he felt like a bloody gondola lost at open sea (wildly unprepared and definitely about to tip over and drown).
That he'd die for her.
That he'd kill (and had killed, and would kill again) for her.
That even if there was nothing else to go on for... he'd keep going for her.
That he loved her.
The words were always at the tip of his tongue.
Not just then, but every day. At all points of the day.
Whenever they touched, he'd want to say it.
Whenever they spoke, he'd want to say it.
Whenever they'd lock eyes, he'd want to say it.
Whenever he breathed, he'd want to say it.
His tongue would swirl with the taste of it, of the love he felt for her...
But the words never really made it out...
But he knew. And she knew.
Extra:
Then the news came, the baby, Meabh, it was always go go go, on the move, at home, never time to rest, just Meabh and the baby, and Victoria and him, and...
By the time Simon noticed, Fiadh was here, lying in his arms, little hands closed into fists, her small wrapped in a white blanket with anchors and fishes drawn on it...
And he looked up at his wife who stood beside Meabh, doting on her best friend and caressing her head, cooing at her that she did a good job, the girl a bit dozy from exhaustion from the recent breast feeding...
And then at the clock on the wall, marking 00:13 of the 19th...
And he felt his eyes begin to prickle, his jaw clenching under his surgical mask...
He looked back down at his niece again, little blind blue eyes, the same ones that used to belong to his best friend, staring up at him...
Maybe he didn't hate his birthday so much anymore.
for you @loveandplanet for making me sad ; and also @crashtestbunny sorry for this :)
#ikea writes 💚#cod oc#oc: victoria “whiskey” callahan#ghost x whiskey#simon ghost riley x oc#ghost x oc#simon ghost riley#fluff#cod fanfic#cod fluff#simon riley deserves good things#moots oc#whiskey x meabh#Meabh “Pirate” O'Malley
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Slut thoughts slut thoughts slut thoughts goddddddd
More toxic mentor Ruffilo x apprentice reader thoughts? This one's a little shorter but I'm planning to add to it as more thoughts appear.
*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*
cw: Age gaps (legal, but possibly controversial? They're mentioned.), toxic Nicky, branding, exhibitionism, glove kink ig, he's a dick, raw sex (wrap it up bitch), oral (m receiving), love/hate (it's rlly love/love but shhhh that's a secret), Noah is here! (Nick is a cunt), degradation, dacryphilia, pining
♡ Nicholas loves that he's got a few years on you, it really accentuates the whole mentor/apprentice relationship and he always pulls the "I'm older than you so I know what's good for you" card when you whine about things
♡ now that you've apprenticed under him a few months and he's got you melded into the perfect little cock sleeve, he's gotten a bit sloppy. Leaving hickeys just above where your shirt could cover and being just a little too touchy around the other shop guys.
♡ this normally wouldn't cause issues around anyone else however need I remind you your literal father is his boss and would skin him if he found out he so much as laid a finger on you in his dreams. That being said, Nicky didn't double check the schedule before deciding he was gonna have you on your knees. Who walks in unannounced? His boss.
♡ Luckily Nicholas' desk faced in such a way you couldn't see anything underneath unless you were literally in his chair, which spared you for the moment. To keep you quiet he used the hand buried in your hair to push your head entirely down between his legs, his cock filling your throat and making your eyes water pathetically. At this point he wasn't even truly doing it to keep you quiet or keep you hidden, he was doing it for his own enjoyment. Once his painfully long conversation ended and the room was clear, he pulled you off his cock and laughed at how messy you looked. (Asshole!!!! I fucking need to fuck him so bad hate him!!!)
♡ he made you get a tattoo of his initials after your "6 month anniversary" of being his apprentice. He said he wanted to brand you so everyone knows who trained you so well (this mf is not talking abt the tattooing I promise lmao). So now you have a pretty "NR" on your hip bone just barely low enough to be covered up by your clothing. He gets achingly hard whenever he remembers it's there.
♡ he claims you get on his nerves and swears up and down that he's definitely fucking other people cause he could "never date a random college airhead" (he's not, it's a lie, don't believe him lol) when he's talking to the other guys at the shop but if any of them so much as look at you in passing he has to actively restrain himself from jumping down their throat.
♡ speaking of this possessiveness, Nicholas ended up staying late at the shop one evening conveniently at the same time the new piercer Noah was there. Noah thought you were fucking gorgeous and had full intentions on asking if you had any plans this weekend so that you two could maybe hang out, unfortunately this plan was canceled cause Nicholas had you laid back on his tattoo chair split on his cock. He knew you two weren't alone, and made zero effort to keep you quiet, in fact he was encouraging the noise.
"Louder, can't fuckin' hear you- tell me how good this dick makes you feel"
"Bet I've ruined you for everybody else."
"Awe, are you crying? So fuckin' needy you're really crying for some cock?"
♡ afterwards he walked past Noah like literally nothing had happened even though minutes before he had you making sounds anyone else would've called 911 over. Safe to say poor thing didn't get his date.
♡ Nicholas loves playing with you while he's wearing his black latex gloves, he thinks you look pretty when his gloved fingers are forced down your throat and he's basically trained you to find them arousing cause he does it so often. He'll squish your cheeks in one hand before telling you to open your mouth so you can suck his fingers like you would his dick. (He literally stares at you like you hung the moon during this but God forbid he says he CARES ABOUT YOU)
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trevor realizing he’s got to fix his shit or he is gonna lose his girl forever :(
He got really really tired of sleeping on the floor.
At home, they moved into separate rooms. He let Bean take master while he moved into the guest room.
The majority of their friends didn't know they had broken up and were just pretending to be together, so when they went to places like the lakehouse they were placed together in the same bedroom.
Trevor made Bean take the bed and he laid on the floor.
And then there was the little things that she wouldn't tell him any more that made him feel clueless when it was mentioned in conversations. Such as when Bean had an appointment late in her pregnancy and Trevor wasn't there. It was determined that Percy was most likely going to be breech and they scheduled a c-section. Trevor almost didn't know about it.
And Bean stopped asking Trevor to do things. She always asked him to get her ice from the gas station it was one of her cravings and eventually she stopped asking him to get her some from the station around the corner. She would take Zeph and they would walk their themselves without telling him.
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After Percy was born, Trevor was showing off the baby to Cole and Jack. He finally came clean to his friends about what was going on with them.
"I'm losing her. I don't know what to do." Trevor mumbled to himself running his long fingers over his face. He messed up so badly, there was not going to be an easy fix. "What do I do?"
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Ghosts of Kamino
CT-2697 "Sawbones", Alpha-23 "Fang", mention of CT-9181 "Aiden", CT-6116 "Kix", CT-7007 "Jax", and CT-2525 "Quarter"
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warnings: past violence, past medical procedures, angst, mention of war
A/N: I've been taken over by OC brainrot and needed to get this angst about Sawbones out of my system. There isn't any in depth detail about what happened to Saw on Kamino (that can be found here xx if you're interested) but this fic is a little on the heavy side.
Fang and Aiden are also two of my clone OCs while Jax and Quarter belong to @hetalianskywalker ❤️
Dividers were made by me 🖤
White. It's all there is to see in every direction for miles. Sawbones spent so many years walking these halls, feeling so small in comparison. Little '97 following in formation with his brothers as they went about their day-to-day. Now, Sawbones walks through the halls of Kamino: empty, pristine, cold. If only that was how he felt inside but the long-necks made sure that wouldn't be the case.
Saw is scheduled for a training class to update his medical license but he has a few hours to kill; the last thing he wants to do on Kamino. Moving on autopilot, he doesn't even realize where he's going until he stops in front of a familiar door. The only reason he recognizes it is because of the deep gash in the door frame. Saw smiles to himself, remembering when one of the other batches that shared a space with them first got to practice with long weapons. The memory turns sour just as quickly when he remembers what followed.
Saw lets the door slide open, pointedly not looking at the door frame as he steps inside. Most of the cadet classes are still in session, meaning the pods stretching toward the ceiling should be empty. He still remembers where their five pods are and comes to a stop in front of the tower they called home for so long. Tilting his head back he recites their numbers as his eyes follow the pods from floor to ceiling.
7007
2525
6116
2697
9181
The echo of soft, uncontrollable laughter fills his mind and Saw closes his eyes. Aiden's laugh used to drive the other cadets nuts but what he wouldn't give to hear his little brother laugh like that again. Or to hear Kix and Jax plotting to get into trouble. Quarter's unimpressed look when they did get in trouble. Maker, he misses his brothers.
Letting his eyes drift open, Saw repositions his helmet on his hip and tries to fight off the inevitable. While this room holds good memories, bad memories aren't far behind. It's the paradox that is Sawbones.
Aiden's laughter lingers here just like Saw's agonizing screams. His batch aren't the only ones scarred by his pain and a part of him is glad he hasn't come across the other batches they shared this space with. The other cadets who woke up to his hoarse sobs and his brothers' desperate attempts at soothing him. Saw didn't know what it was like when he was stuck in the medbay for days on end but he can imagine the rest of his batch weren't the most pleasant to be around.
His throat feels tight, ash sitting on his tongue as his thoughts drift to the medical suite nearby. The room he spent long days and even longer nights wasting away in. So much of it is muddled in his head; oxygen masks, sickly gray skin covering long, cold fingers. And pain. Don't forget the pain.
The back of Saw's neck stings and he quickly covers it, trying to rub away the feeling. It doesn't work, not really, and he almost expects to turn around to find a long-neck standing over him, empty syringe in their hand.
There's no one there. Just the ghosts that haunt him even when he's lightyears away. They just seem more corporeal on Kamino, the home of Saw's worst nightmares.
The air feels too still without young voices echoing through the room and it starts to feel suffocating. The ringing in his ears sends a chill down his spine and he quickly turns to leave just as the door shoots open.
Saw stumbles back a step. Relief floods his system seconds later when a familiar set of armor stands in the doorway, blue paint less pristine than the last time he saw it. The Alpha lifts his helmet off, shaking a few stray curls out of his face, and even years later, Fang looks the same as when Saw was a kid.
There are a few more wrinkles around his eyes but at the end of the day, this is still his big brother. He's nearly as tall as Fang now but he still feels small even if he doesn't have to look up anymore. But there's the ghost of a smile on the Alpha's face, chasing some of the storm clouds away from Saw's mind. The same way Fang's presence did for so many years.
"Thought I'd find ya here," Fang says, although he doesn't step into the room. His eyes drift around the space, looking up toward the ceiling before eventually lingering on Saw's face, and Fang's smile grows the slightest bit.
"Been a long time since I've been in here," Saw notes, looking over his shoulder toward the tower of bunks. Not long enough if he's honest.
"Surprised you wanted to see it again," Fang mumbles, crossing his arms, helmet dangling from one hand.
"I didn't," Saw whispers, staring up at his old bunk. "I never wanted to come back here. Even in a body bag."
"Why did you?"
That made Saw pause, twisting back around to look at his older brother, the man who kept him as safe as he could and raised him along with the rest of his batch to be the men they are today. Why did he come back here?
The memory of Aiden and Jax's uncontrollable laughter comes back to him and the corner of Saw's mouth twitches. The smile isn't happy per se, more...forlorn.
"Miss 'em. All of 'em. Can't even remember the last time I saw Kix without a blue hue." The words start spilling out and in the back of his mind, he curses Fang's uncanny ability to get him to spill his guts. "Guess I wanted to remember a time we were all together."
"I know," Fang says, his voice soft just like when Saw was a kid, scared out of his mind. It's a comfort he's missed too.
"Miss you too," Saw admits, dropping his eyes to the floor.
A hand gently grabs the left side of his breastplate and Saw doesn't fight it when he's pulled through the threshold.
The hallways are bright, too bright, compared to the barracks, and Saw automatically squints. Fang throws an arm around his shoulders, a harder maneuver than the last time Fang did it years ago, and it brings a smile to Saw's face.
"Come on, I know someone else who'd like to see your ugly ass."
The insult shocks a laugh out of Saw and without thinking, he wraps his arm around Fang's waist, letting the older clone drag him down the hall.
"You look just like me," Saw retorts, fighting off another laugh.
"My hair's better."
Saw laughs again, his body bowing forward slightly but he catches the grin in Fang's face.
The ghosts of his past still linger, waiting to drag Saw back to the brink of despair. That'll never change but that doesn't mean he's stranded alone. His brothers, younger and older, will always pull him back. They've done it his entire life and he knows they'll do it for the rest of their lives.
And Saw loves them all a little more every time.
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So... I kinda feel like the 9-1-1 is foreshadowing a pregnancy...
So I speculate. Btw this ends up being more like a fic premise than speculation. Feel free to use these ideas if you want to x)
I'm a rabid crow so buddie would naturally be my favorite pick to be parents. (Also it's just more interesting to me to speculate about Buddie becoming surprise parents than for example Maddie and Chimney. I mean there is always Maddie's previous post-partum to add some challenge but still... Buddie is my go-to plot bunny factory, and Hen and Karen just got another child etc. So. Buddie it is.)
Btw one reason why I jump to buddie becoming parents (again) is that I think the show has foreshadowed it before. Remember that Christmas episode, Buck playing with Denny and Chris, with Eddie fondly watching them play?
Buck asks something like "who needs more cement?" and both kids want some, so Buck says Chris will have to wait, as Denny will get his first, "this big old piece"...
What could "cement" symbolize...?
Children, right?! Having more children does tend to add more "cement" to a family, right? The bonding, the responsibility... It's like cement!
And hey, didn't the Wilsons just get 'a big, old piece of cement'... Mara!
Also, during christmas there were four stockings hanging on the mantelpiece in the Diaz home. Like it was a family of four.
So Buddie... Tbh I think it would end up being them being dads if just either of them somehow ended up becoming the dad of a sudden 'child surprise'...
After all, taking care of a baby is hard and exhausting, and Buck and Eddie just naturally lean on each other for help, we've already seen it happen with Chris. They could not watch the other one struggle and not offer to help.
So how could Buck or Eddie become a dad of a baby? Could happen many ways I think.
Might be Buck or Eddie, impregnating a woman who decides to keep the baby, and then realises it was a mistake, as motherhood is certainly not something they enjoy, or are good at. Maybe single parenthood doesn't suit the mom's schedule due to them having a super demanding lifestyle thanks to their chosen field of work, something like that.
So the mom could decide that the other parent, the dad, would simply do a better job. So they'd show up at their doorstop, like a modern version of a stork, to drop off the baby, and then fly away. Or maybe to get them to share the responsibility, share custody and be a part-time parent.
The sperm donor story arc also feels like unfinished business to me.
I feel like Connor really wasn't as eager to become a parent as he pretended to be. I think he was just indulging Kameron, to fulfill her dream of motherhood, to make her happy, and was actually having seconds thoughts himself.
Really, the way he is introduced as someone who used to go by the nickname "Party Connor"...? Curious.
And do you guys remember the theme of drugs & neglect happening in the same episode in which Connor shows up to ask Buck to be a sperm donor...? Because Bobby also rescues Hoover in that episode!
Hoover is the dog which finds and eats the drugs his careless owner left lying around, and then needs to be resuscitated. So the team calls Hen on her day off, to ask for medical advice on how to treat a dog.
Hen... who is currently getting thoroughly drunk with Buck despite it being daytime, Hen who is asking Buck if he really is capable of fathering a child and walking away. Feels like foreshadowing to me!
My suspicion is that Connor might actually be an addict, that would explain his wild "party" past.
The stress of parenthood might make him relapse, leaving Kameron to deal with the baby alone. As we know, Cameron used to lead a wild lifestyle, and Kameron and Connor were already fighting before the baby was born...
Also, as this episode hints... Not all dads adapt to not being the biological parent of the child they are raising. Connor isn't the biological dad of the child Kameron gave birth to. What if that leads to problems, what if Connor is the type who secretly thinks that being the biological father matters more than being the father who is there? Chimney's dad isn't the only person in this world to think this way!
And hmm.. Connor was said to be infertile. But hey... What if he... isn't, after all?
The reason Connor was said to be infertile was "slow swimmers" aka slow sperm mobility, right? Well newsflash, having "slow swimmers" doesn't actually always mean it's impossible to conceive. It can be harder to conceive, but yeah, it's not necessarily impossible. It can even happen naturally.
So... What would happen if "Party Connor" relapses and becomes "Party Connor" once again...
What if he starts using and neglects his child?
And to add a cherry on top of the disaster, what if Kameron finds out she's late?
... Already expecting another baby?
How would she manage the single parenthood of two babies if it turns out that Connor isn't a reliable adult..?
What if she realises that the task is too much for her to take on,
that trying to care for two babies (or maybe even more than two, what if she's expecting twins) on her own...
would just make them all fall down?
Btw, Connor might not even believe the baby she's expecting is his since he appeared to be certain that having slow swimmers meant that he is infertile! That might make them really fall out, Connor leaping to the assumption that her wife is cheating on him.
So... I think she'd contact Buck and ask for help. After all, it doesn't seem like Kameron really has a family of her own, the way she was living in Buck's apartment when she and Connor fought. Maybe there is no safety net, and it's just her and Connor.
Until... it's just her. And the babies.
#911 speculation#buddie speculation#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 buddie#abc 911#i did not make these gifs btw
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Saw this image of Soap and Ghost enjoying the spoils of a carnival/fair and my brain immediately went instead to Actually They Are Both Carnies AU.
(I am going to preface this by saying I am much more familiar with American traveling carnie lifestyles rather than the UK [do they... even do those over there?] or anywhere else, so that's what I'm basing this on. This is set vaguely late 80s-early 90s in my mind.)
Ghost has been working as a carnie for a very long time. He basically grew up on the fair circuit, helping his dad as soon as he was old enough to carry things and count out change (and do a little pick-pocketing on the side).
Old Man Riley runs a ring toss booth, though not well. He's constantly on the bad side of the man that owns the ring toss trailer but they keep him on the job because, when he's sober, he's charming enough to pull people in and keep them playing. Problem is, he's increasingly not sober. Simon's tall for his age though, so, as soon as they can pass him off as 14 (he's about 9 or 10), the lead has a few of the other barkers teach him how to draw people in. Look charming, smile wide, get them to see you as a friend, play the part and get paid. Simon hates it, but he does what he's told because it keeps his mom and Tommy housed and fed.
(Lead's wife is pretty good about keeping odd jobs set aside for Simon's mom at any time of day she needs to escape. Lead's wife can't interfere every time, but she and a couple of the other carnies do try to minimize the abuse by offering legitimate ways to get away for a short time.)
As Simon and Tommy grow, Old Man Riley steps back more and more. He's almost never sober anymore and rarely seen anywhere near the booth-fronts. He's a terror in the back lots, and burns through a lot of the goodwill the rest of the family manages to generate among their fellows. Tommy starts being trained up taking tickets at a fun house, and he's good at it. He's not as conventionally pretty as Simon, but he's flirtier, more attuned to crowd moods, and much more willing to bark, so he does well pulling.
As soon as Simon's 18, he joins the Army. He's always liked the travel aspect of carnie life, but he hates that it's seasonal work and the months and months of downtime. He never grew to enjoy having to put on the charming mask to draw in customers. Instead, he leaves with the lead's grudging blessing and a promise to his mom and Tommy to catch them up at whatever stop they're at whenever he has leave.
The Army is... nice. It's not necessarily a life he wants to live forever, but for now it's different and yet still enough like what he left behind to satisfy. He ends up having to take an extended leave right after basic to sort Tommy out, though. Drugs have always been passed around pretty openly around the booths and caravans, the the Riley boys had never partaken. His mum had sent a letter that Tommy had been getting into them and not handling it well. She doesn't say it outright, but Simon blames the old man.
He finds an unexpected ally in Beth, the daughter of the man widely acknowledged to be taking over as lead when the current one finally retires. It's not exactly an advantageous match for Beth's family, but she's stubborn and has made up her mind. She wants Tommy and she's going to have him so long as he wants her back. Together they get him clean and Simon gives the pair of them his blessing and a good chunk of the money he's saved over the years.
(Tommy uses it to buy his own caravan so he and Beth aren't imposing on their parents. They both agree Mrs Riley can stay whenever she needs. The old man has been getting worse the more he sinks into the drugs and drink. He'll need to be left behind soon, but no one can agree on where. There are a lot of jokes about ditches and empty fields. [A good number of them aren't jokes.])
Simon heads back to the Army with a lighter heart, ready to do his duty knowing his family is once again as safe and happy as he can make them. They exchange postcards and letters when they can, e-mails when they manage to find somewhere to send one from. Simon doesn't make it home in time for Joseph's birth, but he sees him as often as the leave schedule allows. Everything is good for a few years.
Then. Roba.
Ghost crawls out of his desert grave and, while the Army welcomes him back, they simply do not have a place in their ranks for a dead man. They want to forget the betrayal by one of their own and the loss of a whole unit of promising soldiers; sweep it under a rug and never speak of the shame again. Ghost gets an honorable discharge and several discreet leads to a few PMCs and even the CIA if he wants to stay fighting near the front lines. He doesn't.
Instead, he goes home. He takes what's left of his belongings, the rest of his pay, the survivor benefits in the name of Simon Riley's next of kin, and the hush money check thinly disguised as a pension and goes to find his family. He finds them happy, safe, and sound. Joseph is thriving under the attentions of both Mama Riley and Beth's parents. Tommy's in charge of a handful of booths now, and Beth is running their section of the back lots as well as any sergeant Ghost's ever known.
He gets himself a little trailer to sleep in so he's not imposing and slides back into the crew so easily it's almost as though he never left. Except now he has a mask he won't remove for anyone. The lead sets him up doing mostly setup/tear down, but supplements his time with stalking the fun houses and dark rides to make sure no one's slipped off into a corner trying to get frisky or burn the place down.
Sparks and Washington, when they show up, don't make it far into their convoluted revenge/enticement plot against Ghost. Tommy ends up losing an eye and an unlucky witness gets Sparks' knife to the ribs, but at least they'll both live. The same can't be said for the two ex-Army men.
The carnies close ranks when the authorities show up. They blame the injuries on an after hours party trick that got a little out of hand and accept medical treatment, but offer no information that would lead to any charges being filed against anyone. When they move on to the next show, they leave behind two unmarked graves that will lay undiscovered on those grounds for decades to come.
(The road out of town ends up with one of its own, and Old Man Riley is guaranteed not to bother anyone any further. The crew doesn't take lightly to rats.)
Life slowly crumbles its way back to a semblance of normal. A few stops later, they pick up a few new additions. One of them happens to be a brash Scottish man who comes highly recommended by the head of another crew named Price. Johnny "call me Soap" MacTavish immediately gets on Beth's good side (and Ghost's annoyed one, much to his chagrin).
Still, this Soap guy is kinda growing on him. Just a little.
#cod mw2#ghost cod#soap cod#soapghost#I feel like my carnie experiences have always been pretty mild#at least compared to some stories you can find online#but also I've seen weirder shit than these two on the midways#and soap would be the absolute best barker#you can't convince me otherwise#sorry for making that happy carnival picture weird and less happy#didn't really feel like getting into the scheduling#and how the group splits and reconvenes based on who works which fair etc.#gotta feel like graves is a horse boy#probably western competitions rather than jumping#but he still thinks he's better than those damn carnies
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i just found out about ryota kanai thanks to an artist i follow on insta collaborating with him for a mv and oh my god his music is so good....
#he has such a lovely voice and i love the instrumentation in his songs#his music kinda feels like a mix between kenshi yonezu & the pillows to me i really like it#i'm shocked that he doesn't have a larger following on his accounts please check out his stuff if you're into jrock#also sorry i haven't really been on today i slept a lot bc my schedule was messed up & i didn't feel very good#i'm gonna have to head to bed soon tho bc i took benadryl and it's starting to knock me out i'll have to get to stuff tomorrow 😭#i was actually drawing something that could've worked well for miku day but there's no way i'll get it done today rip#anyways stream dogma or deception sounds of the summer right there#mj.txt
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i hate that this website has location based ads now like it's one thing to promote the local grocery store chain to me but i am seeing ads for my workplace now :/
#stop it......#i don't want to go back but this is the last sick day i can reasonably take#i probably should've gone back today but i told them when i was still feeling worse that i wasn't coming in.......#ohhhh i dread going in tomorrow so much. i don't even dislike this job i just hate being somewhere everyday#each day feeling its meaninglessness...... my meaninglessness in the space.......... the repetition and redundancy#selling people who don't need to be there things that they don't need#standing all day long just fucking bored#hoping that enough has happened since i've been gone that people can fill me in#ugggh because it's soooo boring but stressful to have to generate conversation with the same people every day#when nothing new ever happens#and i get sick of everybody even the people that i like and i don't really think anybody likes me that much either#i guess i felt this when i worked there part time but because i only had to be there part time it wasn't this constant gnawing feeling#and they didn't have me in the shop all the time....... this schedule is fucking killing me#i walk there i stand all day and i walk home#that's one of the reasons i haven't come back in yet - i was so dizzy and nauseous that the idea of standing all day was like.#i obviously can't fucking do that even if i would otherwise feel well enough to come in#if i had a sitting job then it wouldn't matter if i was a little dizzy#but getting back and forth to work and then standing for 8 hours. even when i'm feeling well it's kind of a lot#idk i guess i'm pretty unhappy with this job and where i am in life etc but i can't quit rn because what else would i do#there's literally job of this type that is going to pay as well and have good benefits#and i'm not qualified yet for the type of work i hope to do in the future#so i just gotta wait it out but it feels like. endless.#sigh anyway i'm just lazy lol#all this is to say. stop putting ads for my workplace on my dash lol i don't need to see all that
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news about aida
Hey guys I'm kinda going through some shit mentally and I'm probably going to be significantly less active than usual. Some of you may have already noticed my decline in activity, some may have not, but I guess I'll be going on a semi-hiatus until... date to be determined :)
Feel free to reach out and talk to me on Discord, but you've been warned, I'm not always online there.
I love you all so so much and I'll be thinking of you guys while I'm away :))
#i will be popping in on a daily basis#but i wont have tumblr open all day everyday like i normally do#i'd probably only check during lunch break and after school#i just need to get my grades back up and to get my shit together#im really processing a lot of trauma and grief atm and i've been ignoring it by distracting myself#but not dealing with it#i'm starting edmr therapy soon#and i feel like it would be better if i didn't have as many distractions in my life right now#im gonna try and fix my sleep schedule#and work on fixing myself up#so yeah#i love you guys so much#<333
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 11: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)
Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should curiously socialize with a few of the boat travelers ...
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"The Adventurer grabs one of the ornate glass bowls near the buffet table, meekly gathering some cheese and vegetables as he scans the crowd. For the first 15 minutes of the lunch, he mostly crouches in a corner seat, nibbling on his food and nervously fielding the occasional drunken question from a passing party guest..
Knowing he should.. probably... actually socialize at some point, he begrudgingly chooses conversational partners, squeezing his eyes shut and pointing around randomly until he lands on someone.....
The first is a scrawny man in a flashy suit, wobbly from wine but still keeping a vaguely charming demeanor about him. He proudly introduces himself as a "legal expert", then goes on to ramble for a while about the laws in the area, how drastically they vary from city to city (plus a few veiled hints on how to safely break them), and that if you travel a lot it can be hard to keep up with it all.
He mentions, quite conveniently, that he's recently published a book on the topic, a legal guide for local explorers, and offers to give The Adventurer a copy for a special discounted price... but... then soon recalls that the crate of books he'd planned to sell on the boat sadly ended up falling into the river earlier during a "silly little mishap"..
In place of a book, he simply slides The Adventurer a glossy mint colored paper swirled with golden floral motifs, supposedly serving as some sort of business card, though the actual contact information seems obscured beneath the cluttered design. The Lawyer also pulls off his scarf as he rises to leave, wrapping it around The Adventurer's shoulders with a little waving flourish (not the first time someone has confused his anxious shaking for cold shivers). The Adventurer stutters out a confused thank you, then watches as the Lawyer stumbles off, mumbling to himself that he's been drinking too much and "truly must find somewhere to piss"......
The second person he approaches is an older woman, hunched over a table fidgeting with a handful of colorful glass dice, spinning and stacking and arranging them into patterns whilst her thoughts drift elsewhere. Initially, she gives evasive answers when asked personal questions, but soon grows more talkative once the topic of local flora and fauna arises. She apparently used to adventure as well, roaming the lands to document various elements of nature relevant to her mysterious "private research" - though, at her age, she's now resigned to casual boat rides rather than riskily hiking alone through uncharted wilderness. Gently laying a worn leather journal of watercolor paintings out onto the tabletop, she points at various berries, leaves, and animals, eagerly describing their significance...
After chatting for a while, she abruptly changes topics, mentioning that sometimes she can "sense things which she should not" (whatever the hell that means), then asks him to pick one of her dice. He hesitates, but she just stares, refusing to elaborate further.. Finding even 30 seconds of awkward silent eye contact physically impossible to bear, he hurriedly plops a finger down in front of an iridescent yellow die. She chuckles..
Scooping up all of the dice from the table, she rattles them in her clasped hands, then brings them up to her ear as if to listen... to something?? A few moments later, she turns back to him, speaking in a raspy whisper: "There are others, melding your footprints with their own, seeking a gift you do not yet know - this is what I see."
Before he can ask her for any elaboration, the Captain returns, grumbling that The Adventurer has already stayed 5 minutes past the time limit and swatting at him with a broom to shoo him off of the boat. Apparently an hour can go by fast....
After climbing back into his dinky raft, he sails mostly successfully down the river, finally making it to a point that, at least based on his map, SHOULD be where the main road picks back up past the detour. He crashes into a small grouping of rocks whilst trying to navigate back to the shore, but he was planning on disassembling the raft to get his rope and supplies back anyway, so.. aside from a scraped knee and possibly broken pinky toe, he decides it's actually fine. The cat is okay, which is all that really matters, anyhow.
By the time he's taken apart his boat, eaten a quick meal, and bandaged his leg, the sun seems to have nearly set. It's later in the night than he'd usually like to travel, but, where he's going is a pretty commonly used road, so maybe it's safe? He's exhausted from socializing, but could probably muster enough energy to walk for at least a while. Or perhaps he should just call it a night and find a place to sleep.. But.. where??? What should he do?
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Additional information
acquired a long, warm, expensive scarf
acquired slightly increased knowledge of local plants
acquired vague information from the 'dice based fortune teller', or whatever that was meant to be
acquired a business card (+ ability to get away with one minor crime free of legal consequence)
acquired mild nausea for the next 5hrs from weird buffet cheese
acquired badly scraped knee and sprained toe (will walk slightly slower for the next 2 days)
the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has
#paventure posting#polls#choose your own adventure#okay yeahgh this one took like a week instead of a few days lol#I've went back to physical therapy for my chronic chest muscle issue and I think one of the new excercises they gave me in the#appointment ended up really irritating something instead of helping it because I was having way worse and sharper#chest pain for a few days. I went to the doctor and got an ekg just to rule out anything bad like that because I seriously#thought something was wrong but.. apparently it's just the same thing as always. It feels a bit better now#and hopefully wont get bad again if I ease into the excercises more. but for a few days I really didn't want to use my arms at all#so that means like.. not drawing or typing. also when I feel bad I kind of stray away from social media? I know for some peopls#social media is a good distraction when they're sick or whatever but I just find it stressful. I usually just lay on the floor#for a few days with silly cooking shows or Carefully Curated Youtube Videos That Specifically Contain Absolutley Zero Possibility#Of Stressful content Whatsoever on in the background lol.. ANYWAY.#I am at the moment able to use the computer again so I could draw things. hopefully will get on better schedules again one day#anyway!!... HE!!! adventure man... Again I hate trying to shorten things by just describing the conversations without dialogue#like saying “they talked about trees” rather than literally writing out a transcript of the entire conversation they had about trees#etc. I think because most of the time when I write it's in a very dialogue heavy context (like script type things. or visual novels/games#where lots of characters are talking and it's mostly that. etc.) So it feels awkward and bad to just skip over things#But also these would take days and days and days to do if I wrote out pages of conversation so I'm just doing vaguely rushed shortcut writi#writing trying to include only details that are necessary or etc. but ggbhjbhj... it's just so opposite to what I usually like#I always walk away like 'FINE.. i GUESS.. that will have to do >:T' lol#Kind of like how I hate literally every bit of digital art I have ever done because I'm so used to traditional art - specifically pencil#and pen stuff that's very sketchy and messy - and then digital art is all about clean even neat lines with a line tool and very polished#clean coloring - so it's super super opposite to my usual sketchy things and just Feels Wrong. I kind of like ms paint because it feels#like a middle ground like. it's somehow also sketchy even though it's digital. multiple pixelly lines over each other give it a 'sketch'#type feel. BUt anyway. It's supposed to be casual and quick and fun! I will choose to ignore all art and writing errors because#it is all about having a little advenchure! :3 As long as the main idea is clear enough for the voting to make sense . who cares#Remember to keep him safe! the dice lady is trying to help him. Regardless of where he sleeps though he can probably use the scarf#as a new warm blanket addition to his existing meager bedding situation lol. soft. fluffy. the cat will love it probably#Also again. whenever he talks to people the text will be longer. Sorry. Still trying for most of them to be short blurbs lol
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"do i want to do art as a career or a hobby" life's most difficult question that plagues me every second of every day to be Honest
#i feel like part of the reason i went oh ill keep it as a hobby is because i didn't feel like i was Good enough to do it professionally. but#i will only become Good enough if i actually put the time and energy into learning anatomy and everything else and treating it as a full#time programme of study.#which is difficult alongside my accounting degree that i don't fully care about.ohwell#to be honest i will literally have the whole summer to draw so i guess it's fine tbh#i might get really serious and try to follow a vague plan/schedule of devoting x hours a week to anatomy and stuff#i just hate how limited i am right now like i know my art isnt bad but im so lacking in so many areas#well who give a shit...i got plany of time.#i think i will stick out this degree and then consider where to go from there...#i think i do feel too unready for a “career” of any kind so even if i COULD enjoy doing art as a job e.g. comics or children's books i thin#it would probably be better all round to slowly work my way towards it in many years time
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