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cheeseceli · 4 months

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When your parents don't like them

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: reverse hurt/comfort? Angst? A little bit of fluff perhaps; reaction

Description: their reaction to not having the approval of your parents in their first meeting (established relationship)

Warnings: not proofread; a lot of overthinking and self doubt in most of the scenarios; the length of each story is not favouritsm!! It's just that some scenarios required more details than others

A/n: I should have posted this one a long time ago... Oh well. And I am literally the mix of Han and Lee Know, this would 100% happen to me if I were in their shoes

Bang Chan

‌HE'S SO SHOCKED

‌Parents always love him, so why didn't yours?

‌He believes he took it for granted

‌But he was so sure your family would love him

‌Rethinks everything he said and did

‌And thinks about what he could've done

‌He'll be up all night because of it, you better believe me

"Maybe it's the outfit I was wearing?"

"Chan, for God's sake, go to sleep."

"Seriously though, do you think my clothes weren't appropriate?"

"There was nothing wrong with how you looked baby."

"... So maybe I didn't introduce myself properly?"

"Chan."

Lee Know

‌ He knew he had to talk

‌ But it turns out he was too scared

‌And your parents just aggravated his problem

‌ He'd give only short answers and would only speak when spoken with

‌ Because of that your parents didn't see him as a really charismatic guy

‌ But I swear he was trying his best

"I swear it wasn't as bad as it seemed."

"It was horrible. I doubt any of your parents even know what my voice sounds like."

"You were nervous. I'm sure they'll understand. If you'd like I can talk to them about it."

"Please, don't. The last thing I want is for your parents to think that besides being awkward I'm a coward as well."

"They don't think either of those things. You'll see, you guys just need to know each other a little bit more. They'll love you."

Even with his worried expression, he gave you a small smile "I hope so".

Changbin

‌ You warned him he was getting too close

‌ He was holding your hand, caressing your thigh, hugging you too tight, kissing you a lot...

‌ All the time

‌ And yes, you both were dating for a while now

‌ But your parents didn't really appreciate the attitude

‌ And truly, he thought that by doing that he was showing how much he treasured and loved you

‌ Sadly your parents didn't understand his actions like he planned

"But what was I supposed to do? Stay away from you?"

"Ideally, yes"

Changbin pouted, not even realising it "but I'm your boyfriend"

"They are not used to this fact just yet. Don't worry though, they still have a lot of time to like you. Just wait and see"

Hyunjin

‌ Similar to Chan, Hyunjin didn't expect to be rejected by your parents

‌of course, he wasn't expecting to make the fall in love immediately, but he knew he had some charms

‌and he actually put a lot of effort into impressing them so when it doesn't work he's like

‌genuinely sad

‌And he's scared your relationship might change now that he doesn't have your family approval right away.

"So... About the dinner"

"They are always like this, don't worry"

"How come?"

"I knew they were gonna play hard to get. But don't you stress over it, sooner or later they will realise there is no need to act like it"

"So I can still convince them into not hating me?"

"Why would they hate you? You were really boyfriend material if you ask me"

He laughed, a little bit more relieved "They were kinda... aggressive back there, y'know?"

"Ugh, sorry about that. I swear things will get better"

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"I thought you'd get sad or something like that since the meeting didn't go that well"

"I'm a bit sad, yeah. But it's not your fault. You did your best. Besides, it won't last that long. It's kinda hard to hate on the Hwang Hyunjin for too long"

He laughed again, openly this time as he replied "I hope you are right"

Han

‌The problem wasn't exactly what he did

‌The problem was that he didn't do anything

‌Literally anything

‌ He'd excuse himself to go to the bathroom to avoid any questions

‌He barely moved besides that

‌After a while your dad even forgot he was there

‌And Han wished he could disappear

"I'm so, so sorry"

"Ji, it's okay"

"I was gonna answer your mother, I swear. But she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes"

"You were just fine"

"Fine? Y/n, your dad sighed in relief after I left the room. They must see me as a loser"

"I'm sure they don't. Besides, you still have a lot of time left to win them over. I know they'll love you"

Felix

‌Your parents loved him actually

‌They just don't think he is fit to be your boyfriend

‌They think that his angel face and sweet personality wouldn't give you enough security throughout your life

‌And Felix wants to prove himself to your parents so badly now

‌He will use his deep voice privilege to try to prove his point

‌He will go to the gym with Changbin until he's "intimidating" enough

‌And he won't fail on reminding them how he has over 60 medals on taekwondo

"How do I look?"

"Great, as always"

"But do I look intimidating? Scary?"

"Lix..."

"But not too scary. I need to look threatening to others but reliable to you"

"You look like someone my parents will like"

"They already like me, but not enough to like our relationship"

"They will though. Soon enough they will appreciate everything that comes along with you, trust me."

Felix smiled and nodded, feeling a certain comfort into your words as you headed to the door

"Just for the record, you do look threatening but reliable"

"Oh thank you. I was going crazy over this"

Seungmin

‌If your parents don't like Seungmin then the problem is on them

‌just kidding

‌Seriously though, I can't imagine why they wouldn't like him

‌And neither can Seungmin himself

‌So he truly thinks that everything was a misunderstanding and that it's only a matter of time until your whole family falls in love with him

‌He will face it like a challenge

"What about we invite your parents to our apartment this weekend?"

"We just saw them less than an hour ago"

"I think we should see them again"

"Did you like them that much?"

"They seem cool. But they also seem to hate me. I need to change their minds"

"What? They didn't hate you at all"

"Your father's glare would disagree. But that doesn't matter that much because by the end of this week they will love me"

"You seem certain"

"Of course I am. I can't have them hating me for the rest of our lives, can I?"

"They don't hate you. They are just... hard to please"

"I'll change this" he faced you with a confident smile "I give you my word"

I.N

‌Kinda clueless

‌Totally clueless actually

‌He can't understand what he did wrong but apparently he did something awful considering your parents disliked him that much

‌Will try to find ways to apologise

‌Will gift them and try to keep a conversation even when you're not around

"Does your mother like flowers? She does, right? Every mother does"

"What are you doing?"

"You said that she invited us to lunch this Friday. I don't want to go see her with empty hands again. Maybe that's what made her hate me so much the first time"

"She doesn't care about those things, Innie"

"No? Then why doesn't she like me?"

"She's just hard to satisfy, you know. But I bet she'll like you in no time. She just needs to get to know you better"

"You keep saying that but I don't know, I feel like that won't happen any time soon. I really want her to approve me"

He had that hopeless expression again, that one that really wanted to change the situation but didn't know how to. You really hated seeing him disappointed on himself.

"Lilies" you said

"What?"

"Those are my mother's favourites. Lilies"

"Oh my God, thank you" he got up and kissed the top of your head lightly, before going to the door of your shared apartment "I'll be right back"

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taylor-titmouse · 2 months

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Julia is sick of working late. She's sick of being disrespected, and most of all she's sick of her boss. Lance is a burned out, smooth-talking playboy, but he also happens to be the son of the CEO. When Lance pushes her buttons once too often, Julia is tempted to put him in his place – but is it worth throwing away her career for a moment of satisfaction? Content: -F/M -dom -degradation -small penis humiliation -directed masturbation -power play 5k words, EPUB and PDF format Only $3, Releases later tonight! you can go read the first two pages on the shop page!

i've mentioned a couple times now that my editor and the author of roger crenshaw: the dogs at duskfall @mortalityplays is now available for freelance work for people other than me, but i don't think i've made as big of a deal how he's ALSO going to start releasing his own smut shorts on the last friday of every month! he is SUCH a talented writer on top of being an excellent editor and it's my absolute delight to work with him on the cover for his first release. FINALLY i have a great answer when asked "is there anyone else writing smut like you?"

and since this was the first time in a while i went through a cover design process that wasn't just me making one for myself, i thought i would go into how it went!

The Prompt

R/L wanted something that didn't visually describe the characters, because he had deliberately avoided that himself in the text. these characters are archetypes, ideas of characters: a woman who works in an office and her playboy burnout boss. for an erotic fantasy scenario, not going into detail can be ideal, as it allows the reader to project their own fantasies onto the characters. but what does that mean for a cover, when showing off the characters is often the point?

The Thumbnails

it means silhouettes, babie! if you're a reader of romance you've probably seen this approach a few times. silhouettes allow you to give the impression of a character without actually specifying them. HOWEVER! that can only go so far. note the female silhouettes in the left and right thumbnails--one with a pony tail, one with her hair down. these two very minor design elements say completely different things about the character, and pin her design down into something specific. (there is a whole line of feminist thought about this, that there is no such thing as an "unmarked" woman, or rather a woman whose presentation does not say something about her, ie a woman not wearing makeup is not perceived as neutral the way a man not wearing makeup is).

so anyway including her in the cover in full doesn't work for the prompt, because how she wears her hair or how she dresses would say something about her that we don't want to say. thus: we chose the middle design!

a man in a shirt and tie are super archetypal, and """neutral""" enough to not say anything specific about lance, our male protagonist, other than he has a job and is of average size (which are of course not technically truly neutral, but for our purposes, are functional as symbols). and while a long, narrow, leg does still say something about julia, it is abstracted enough to simply represent the concept of "woman" without projecting an overall image of her in the reader's head. she has a leg, and she wears high heels. that's all you get!

The Sketch

now we can move on to the sketch stage! this is the point at which the palette and text are figured out. i tried a few fonts before landing on one that had the retro paperback all-caps feel that i liked, and i used what i believe to have been a risograph print texture from retrosupply.

we went with the text up top rather than at the bottom, because it lends weight to the shoe and balances out the blacks in the pants. it also allows the figure to take up more of the cover, which is ideal. honestly, not a whole lot to say about this bit that i didn't cover in thumbnails: which is the point of doing thumbnails in the first place!

The Finish

well you can just scroll up to see that one. the final colors ended up a little less saturated, a little cooler, to bring it home to the retro paperback look i was going for and tie the colors together. i'm very pleased with it and had a lot of fun. cover design is one of my favorite parts of putting out books, and it was especially fun working with someone else to bring their vision to life.

anyway, you should go buy this book! it's only three dollars and i want to make more covers for these! your purchases would prove that i am a very good investment as a cover artist >:)

#tt art #tt talks drawing #cover design

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bestworstcase · 22 days

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We’re all having fun here, so following the throughline of the possibility that Summer trained Cinder, and Summer instilled her ideals of what it means to truly be a huntress in Cinder: Do we think there was any turmoil, delicious conflict, between Summer, Cinder, and Salem after Atlas fell and Summer’s daughters died? (reports of their deaths were greatly exaggerated) Does Summer double down after that loss? Does doubt creep in, as it must have before with Oz? If Summer left to right a grievous wrong, and to make the world safer for her daughters, FREE their world, and lost Yang & Ruby before she could return to them. How do you see the fallout of her daughter’s “alleged” deaths impacting Summer’s resolve? How much has Cinder divulged? The same lie she told Salem? Does she tweak it for her audience? If Summer replicates Rhodes in her mind, how does Cinder parry Summer’s anguish and fury? I love the image of Summer defending Cinder from attack and all the implications to their relationship. Oooo I want it to be messy and fraught! Let it hurt! Reveal the core of tragedy, love and grief.

i think abt this a normal amount :)

(<- has written fic. one day i’ll polish it up and post it but only god knows when)

my first presupposition is that it will be salem who tells summer what happened. how she does so will depend upon what additional details she is able to coax cinder into sharing with her whilst en route to beacon and what she may be able to extrapolate from that information: if salem knows of the ever after (as her allusion to the blacksmith in WOR: aura implies), and she can get cinder to tell her how team rwby “died,” i think she might feel relatively confident that summer’s daughters are neither dead nor in an especially dangerous predicament.

in that case, the news salem shares with summer is that her daughters fell through the staff during the battle for atlas and are in all likelihood alive in another realm, one to which the staff can create an entrance. this is not altogether bad news; at worst summer has a different set of worries than before (her daughters are on the frontlines -> her daughters are in an otherworld and might face unknown dangers). the tension in this scenario arises from the implicit promise that salem intends to rescue summer’s daughters from this other place once the war has been ended, which will no doubt infuriate cinder.

otherwise, if either salem doesn’t know about the ever after or cinder refuses to elaborate, salem does have to tell summer that her daughters are dead. that is a kind of grief salem understands intimately—she is still, still mourning her own daughters and hating herself for causing their deaths—and if she cares for summer even the tiniest bit i think it will be very difficult for her to say. but the reason i think it will nevertheless be salem who breaks the news is that she cannot lose cinder too; one reason this situation is so juicy is that it’s… this again:

except this time it is salem finding herself in hazel’s shoes as the bearer of bad news with consequences she expects to fall upon someone she wants desperately to protect from harm. “i take full responsibility”/“but that wouldn’t be fair, now, would it? we all know who’s truly to blame.”

for cinder fall, spring can wait. if there is anyone in the world salem would lie for, anyone in the world for whom she would take the blame for something she did not do, it’s cinder. and if there is anyone in the world who knows salem well enough to perceive that she’s lying and understand why, it’s summer.

i do think that salem cares for summer as much as she does cinder and that summer likewise cares for both salem and cinder; the narrative purpose of isolating These Three together at beacon under these circumstances at this juncture is unclear if they don’t. there is also a great deal of trust between salem and summer rose: salem has no doubt of summer’s loyalties after more than a year without progress in vale, summer had to trust that salem would keep her word to spare yang and ruby. (which salem did.)

so:

telling summer that her daughters are dead is going to be very distressing for salem; she knows exactly how painful it will be for summer to hear. but she has to protect cinder. because she can’t be sure how summer will react, the safest course is to take the blame herself. if that means summer hates her, betrays her, leaves her, so be it.

summer has known salem for fourteen years, and she’s quite likely known cinder longer than she knew her own daughters. she has also had fourteen years to think about the path she chose and ample opportunity in these last sixteen to eighteen months to change her mind. if she knows salem well enough to see her distress and realize the lie, what runs through her mind in that moment? (salem would not have killed her daughters, nor allowed them to be harmed if she could stop it; but cinder had reason to want ruby dead, and salem can’t bear to lose her.)

i think, for summer, what it probably comes down to is not trust or sunk cost but the choice to forgive or not. because she could retaliate, if she chose. summer has silver eyes. cinder murdered her daughters.

but. fourteen years, she’s been working with salem; cinder is also the girl she trained, and sixteen, eighteen months ago when summer got to the top of beacon tower, she chose to get cinder to safety and left ruby lying there unconscious. does she not also care for them? is she not also agonizingly aware that she is as responsible for the deaths of her children as salem is, for igniting this war in the first place? can she not also understand why cinder felt the need to do the things she did?

it’s such an awful, impossible thing, but summer’s heart has always been split down the middle by the fault lines of this war, and the woman who killed her daughters is the one she chose to protect over ruby the last time she had to make the choice, that night atop beacon tower. is there any question of vengeance when this is her family too?

which is the second crack in cinder’s view of the world and will, i suspect, take salem very much by surprise also. AND THEN THERE’S TAI… to whom cinder is just a murderer. he’s the wildcard because i truly have no idea how he might react, other than really badly.

but for summer i think the emotional center of gravity has to be forgiveness, both for narrative reasons and based on what the clues we’ve been given about her fate hint about who she is. the conversations in the ruins of beacon will be very interesting to watch.

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lure-of-writing · 1 year

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Stop at Nothing

Authors note: I honestly love how this turned out. I am thinking about making this into a series but I would love to hear what you guys think about that!

Summary: Everything was normal until it wasn't. Possibly pregnant with Joels baby, you head off to work as a doctor in the Er only for it to be the worst shift of your life and soon your whole world is flipped upside down by a series of unguessable events. Your life was calm and easy before, go to work, come home and take care of your two daughters with Joel. Now its life or death and life never prepared you for this situation.

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count:3.8k

Warnings: character death, cursing, guns, pregnancy

August 29, 2013

Every morning for the last week without a doubt you woke up at an ungodly hour to empty last night's dinner into your toilet. This caused concern to rise within you. There is no way you can be pregnant again right? Maybe you had the stomach flu, Sarah had just returned to school and kids tend to get sick since there are so many germs being spread around. Deep down you knew that a pregnancy test would be in your near future but after telling Joel last time you were pregnant left you a little scared about the possibility of a positive test.

November, 2012

Now Joel is a loving, patient man who knows no bounds for his family and the people that he loves. Was he stressed when you gave him a peed on pregnancy test with a baby onesie, absolutely. Did you guys go back and front on whether or not to keep the pregnancy, yes. But did that mean he loved his youngest daughter any less? No, absolutely not.

But to say that it hadn't put a stress on your relationship would be a lie. Joel was already working too late and too many hours to try and provide for Sarah and You had just Finished your residency and were officially a doctor which meant that your working hours were insane and often pushed you past your physical limits and beyond. This obviously was a concern for him, with your career having a baby at this time was less than ideal. His reasoning for not wanting to keep the child was for your health, if you were pregnant that meant everything you felt would be doubled and the stress of being a new doctor he feared would cause you to lose the baby. To you having a baby was a no brainer, plenty of people in the same shoes as you also were having babies, and if they could do it then so could you and nothing could convince you otherwise.

For days the two of you went back and forth about what to do but often your conversations would be interrupted by an innocent Sarah who needed her dad or wanted to talk to you about girl stuff, you may not be her mother but she treated you like you were. After about four days of weighing the pros and cons of bringing another life into this world you booked yourself an ultrasound to see how far along you were so you could better weigh your options but after seeing those black and white pictures you knew that there was no other option then to keep the growing baby inside of you.

Sarah had asked to spend the night at one of her friends' houses that morning which finally gave you and Joel the chance to sit down and really talk without having to put your thoughts on hold. After dropping Sarah off you entered the house you shared with Joel and started cooking dinner, you knew he wouldn’t likely show up until way past dinner time but you were hungry and needed something to distract your mind. How were you going to tell Joel that you wanted to keep the baby? What if he disagreed? Before you were able to jump too deeply into the worst case scenarios Joel walked through the door. You sat at the dinner table barely touching your food suddenly the need to eat was gone and anxiety sat at its seat at the dinner table instead. Joel could feel how nervous you were, you had something to tell him. “Darlin’ I can feel your nerves over here, what’s going on?” Without saying a word you get up and walk over to your purse that sat on the counter and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Silently sitting there you stared at the tiny little bean looking shape and wondered what you would do if Joel disagreed with what you wanted.

Shakily you handed the pictures to Joel and he looked them over before returning to stare at you. “I want this Joel” Your voice a whisper on the verge of crying, he glances at the pictures before looking at you again “Look I know it will be hard but with my income we will be ok, you won’t have to work as much and I can take maternity leave and-” Joel moves to kneel in front of you “Darlin’ you don’t need to give me a list of reasons, ok?” His soft movement of his thumbs rubbing your stomach gave you so much comfort but you needed to hear him say it. “We’re doing this?” With a gentle nod he brings his hand to cup your cheek while the other stay on your stomach “We’re doing this, darlin’, we’re doing this”

September 27, 2013

Now your daughter was three months old and the absolute light of your life. Your pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had your fair share of struggles just like any other woman throughout her pregnancy but god was your daughter worth it all and ten times more. So to say that you were surprised you were experiencing symptoms of pregnancy again is an understatement, but to be sure you would make an appointment to get your blood checked and see if they were at the levels needed for pregnancy. But for now that would have to wait tonight you would be going in for an forty-eight hour shift on call and as much as you hated leaving your babies you had to go to work. Luckily Sarah would watch baby Evelyn for a few hours until Joel got home to handle the rest.

“Sarah babe? Do you have everything you need until your dad gets home?” She walks into the kitchen with a giggling Evelyn in her arms “For the millionth time,yes.” she glances at the clock before her eyes return to your frantic figure running around trying to make yourself coffee. “Oh shit, ok I have to go, dinner is in the fridge, there's milk for Eve in there also and if you need anything call me!” you were halfway out the door before you realized you forgot something. Turning around you kiss Evelyn's head and Sarah's cheek “I love you guys so so so much, don’t you ever forget that ok?” and with that you were out the door and unknowingly on your way into a fast unfolding nightmare.

The first twenty-four hours were ok. Not much happened but nothing happening in the hospital ment all was good. Somewhere between the thirty hour to forty-eight hour mark things started to pick up. As a trauma doctor in the ER you dealt with the worst of the worst injuries but since the ER was slammed you helped out where you could, just because you had a specialty doesn’t mean you couldn’t help. The people who were coming in were acting odd but when their blood work came back it was clear of drugs and alcohol, others were trashing about uncontrollably and one even tried to bite one of your co-workers but was restrained and sedated. A few hours after that was when shit really hit the fan, you were exhausted and it was almost the end of your shift which meant you just wanted to go home and see your babies and boyfriend, but you took an oath to help those in need no matter what so you kept doing your job even in the chaos of the ER department, until all staff was pulled into a quick meeting and was notified that until further notice the hospital would be on lock down.

As soon as you got a second you called Joel but he didn’t answer so you left a voicemail instead “Joel, I don’t know what's going on but the hospital is on lock down” you went quiet for a few seconds trying to pull your thoughts together and make a real sentence. “Look I don’t know what's happening but I can tell it's not good, whatever it is at least. The hospital has been crazy the last few hours and we have no idea what's going on.” Suddenly the tvs all play the same announcement, stay inside and don’t move. “Joel whatever happens don’t come to the hospital do not under any circumstances come here Joel. It's going to be one hundred times worse here, Joel, I’m begging you do not come here. Get the girls and get them to safety. I will find you guys I promise but I need you to keep them safe. I love you Joel, and tell the girls that mommy loves them too.” Just then a blood curdling scream is released and you hangup. Turning to see what is happening you find someone on top of another person and it looks like they’re eating them.

If the hospital was chaos before then all hell has broken loose now. The person stopped what they were doing and moved to stand up and look around as it slowly spun around in a circle. You saw something coming out of its mouth and it was moving.

When in medical school you often play a game of what-ifs. What if that happened, what if this happened? As doctors it's important to understand that anything could happen and you must be prepared for it. That's why you run hypotheticals all the time, the world is constantly evolving and if we don’t stay on top of it we will be under it. You learn a lot of things in medical school but one of the things you learn is the worst case scenario. What will happen if this disease comes back stronger or what if this one mutates, then what? And it was your job to come up with an answer that best fit the situation described. During one of your classes your professor played a video from the nineteen sixties about what would happen if a fungus evolved. And staring at the person, no it wasn’t a person anymore, you realized he was right, everything he said was correct.

Suddenly it launched itself to the people nearest to it and started attacking, you took this chance and ran. You couldn’t care less if after everything was done and calm again you lost your job or even your license for deserting your job as a doctor but something told you that wouldn’t be happening so you ran until you were in the staff room where all of your belongings were and began to grab your stuff. Frantically grabbing your car keys and bag you see other people doing the same thing, good to know you won’t be the only one losing their job.

As you made your way to your car you saw the same scene from inside paint itself on the outside. Just as you locked your door, helicopters flew by along with felt like a million other things. “Please,please help me!” the banging on your car window startled you, a young man bangs on your window, looking around you see it's getting worse, so against your breaking heart you pull out of the parking spot and start heading back home. On your way there you see countless cop cars and even military vehicles on the roads, it was like a mini war zone in the making and that couldn’t be good.

Joel's heart was racing after picking up Tommy he knew he needed to get back to his kids and get to you so you guys could move and figure this out as a family. While Tommy was driving Joel went to call you. He saw he had already left a voicemail and he listened to it. Hearing your voice sound so scared broke his heart but listening to you tell him to leave you there was more heartbreaking, leaving the mother of his children all alone at the hospital where like you said it was going to be ten times worse was a blow to the gut, but be knew you would never forgive him he put your children in danger and neither would he. So he told Tommy to head to his house and without a second thought he began to form a plan to get them out of harm's way and somewhere he can keep them safe while trying to figure out how to get to you.

One night while you and Joel were sitting in your living room you began to explain how hospitals work and what exactly you do. After a while the conversation dulls until your boyfriend speaks up “So what exactly happens if there's a huge nationwide emergency, like I know during hurricanes staff have to stay and help but what else.” Taking another sip of wine you begin to think about all the things that happen in those cases. “Well for one no matter what we go into lock down, no one in or out. If it's some sort of attack, same thing except authorized personnel so we have enough people to help with the large amount of people that would be coming in. Most of the situations are like that with a few different rules in place depending on what is happening but all in all it's the same more or less. But what I will tell you is this” You lean forward and look him in the eyes, you two may be a little wine drunk but this is important and you needed him to understand this. “If anything of that sort ever happens do not under any circumstances ever come to the hospital, don’t go to police or fire stations. Stay the fuck away from those. People who are first responders and healthcare workers will be the first to go. Why? Because we are the first defense. When someone gets sick or hurt where do they go? Either into an ambulance or to the hospital. When someone gets injured because of a fight or something dangerous happens, who responds? Police and firefighter. We are the people who help when things hit the fan so you know what that means? We usually don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into but we know we need to help. But in those situations it's usually mass numbers of people and if something goes wrong, we will be the first ones affected.” Joel had never thought about that before but now that you said it, it made sense maybe a little too much sense. What you said scared the shit out of him, mostly because that meant everything you said you understood and acknowledged, that something on a mass scale could be the reason you aren’t on earth anymore was terrifying. “I guess that does make sense but damn I never thought about that.” Shrugging you respond “Most people don’t but it’s one of the realities of being a healthcare worker.”

Joel's mind comes back from memory land right as they pull up in front of his house and see Sarah there holding Evelyn slowly backing away from the Adler woman. Jumping out of the car he puts himself between the old lady and his daughters. “What are we gonna do Joel?” Just then the lady jumps at her and he swings the wrench at her hitting her in the head. Quickly he turns around and ushers his children into the truck before they take off. Sarah was quick to notice a missing person. “Dad, where's mom?” Three simple words yet they shook him to his core. On any other day they would be just like every other question she asked but today her voice was shaking and when he looked back at his babygirl tears were in her eyes and her voice sounded so scared. “Don’t worry baby, momma is going to find us. She promised.”

You returned back to the road you lived on to see it was a mess. Street lights were off and power boxes had exploded. And bodies were everywhere, they may not be dead but they might as well be classified as such. Slowing down you peer out of your passenger window trying to see if anyone was still at your house but were quickly met with bloody hands banging on your window. Without second thought you speed off and don’t look back. You needed to think and think quick. Think like Joel. After taking a moment you remember that in these types of situations the military will set up camp and use that as a point of operation, it could get you killed as they most likely have a shoot to kill order but at least you could try and plus being a doctor would help right? At that moment you were thankful you had a full tank of gas and a fuel efficient car because you were sure that it was going to take you a little bit of time and driving to find one of these camps.

It had been a few days since everything started and you successfully made it into a military camp the first night before being moved to a quarantine zone. As a doctor they had you help them sort through the people coming in. Sure you were not a military doctor or personnel but you were a doctor nonetheless and they needed all the help they could get. You were placed in a tent to treat superficial wounds, not a very good way to put your training to use but as you know even a cut can lead to a deadly infection. Plus it gave you something to distract your mind with that is until you heard your name being called and not by anyone it was Joel, your Joel.

Next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your body and you're both crying. ‘Where are the girls? Where is Tommy?” Quickly you pull aways to find the answer to your questions but only see Tommy holding your youngest daughter. You rush to grab her out of his hands and sooth her as best you can but probably more so yourself, while you do so you look around Tommys figure to see if you can find Sarah. “Joel? Where's Sarah? Is she getting grabbing food or something?” Turning around to face the father of your children you see the tears building in his eyes and the heartbreak on his face and in an instant you know. Sarahs gone. You feel the urge to throw up and that's what you do, handing your surviving daughter back to Tommy you run over to the trash can and empty what little food you did have in your system.

If you're being honest you don't remember much of that day. You remember Joel and his arms around your body, feeling your daughter against your chest and seeing Tommy but other than that, it’s blank. You knew it was a trauma response, a way of your body trying to protect itself. And you were thankful for it because you never wanted to relive that moment again.

Now you had to focus on protecting your daughter, keeping her alive and fed. Making sure Joel was as ok as a parent could be after losing a child, and making sure Tommy didn’t get any stupid ideas. For the most part you forgot about the potential pregnancy to busy wrapped up in trying to survive in this new way of life. But then you missed your period and your breasts started to hurt and every smell was making you nauseated. You knew without a doubt that you were pregnant. Unfortunately you never got the chance to tell Joel. A Member of the military came to inform you that you were being moved to the Denver QZ. “Right now” this started you “Um ok let me go tell my family so we can grab our things.” in that moment you failed to see the man's grim expression. “No ma'am, just you and your child are permitted to go.” This frustrated you and you were going to give him hell until he let your family go with you. No way in hell were you going somewhere that Joel and Tommy weren’t.

You burst into the tent that you and your family had been sharing with strangers the past few weeks with the military man right on your heels. “Listen to this Joel!” Your announcement and startled look caught his attention as you grab your baby from Joel waiting for the random man to repeat what he said to you. “We will be moving her and your daughter to the Denver QZ, no one else is permitted to join her.” Joel was quick to his feet and in the man's face “Like hell you’ll be taking my wife and children somewhere I’m not!” Other military persons moved into the room with guns pointed, it didn’t take much to be killed these days. But that wasn’t what you focused on. Joel said children as in more than one, but it wasn’t plural it was just one and it was just Evelyn.

“Sir, you need to step back and remain calm!” Someone yelled causing your baby to cry. You silently shushed her as hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Don’t tell me to remain calm when you are trying to take my family away from me!” One man nods to another man and suddenly you feel a barrel of a gun to your head. “You either calm down or we kill her.” Joel felt his blood run cold as he saw what was happening before him. He wouldn’t let these men harm you so he stayed quiet and didn’t move. He would do anything necessary to keep you and his daughter safe. And for now that meant playing along with them. The men start to move and grab what they assume is your things. “Can I at least say goodbye?” The man holding the gun to you drops the barrel and gives a slight nod motioning for you to go ahead.

You wrap one arm around him while the other supports your daughter. “Listen to me Joel don’t try anything stupid,Ok? They will not hesitate to kill you. I will go and I will take Evelyn. I’m a high value person right now and they won’t do anything to me. I heard that people have been communicating through the radio. I'll tell them to play our song dedicated to E. When you hear it you’ll know it's me. Joel, you need to stay safe and be smart. Me and Eve need you. We will figure out a plan but for now stay alive and keep Tommy that way too, ok?” He shakes with anger but he knows your right, you’ve always been the more level headed one between the two of you. “Let's go.” the same man from earlier tells you and reluctantly he lets go of the two most important people in his life. Watching you get on that copper with Evelyn clinging to your chest was like watching the last remaining parts of his heart leave with you two. And he knew he would stop at nothing to get you two back.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #tlou imagine #tlou x reader #joel x reader #Joel x pregnant!reader #Joel x doctor!reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller series #pre outbreak!Joel #post outbreak!Joel

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ruggiezz · 10 months

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— LATIN AMERICAN/HISPANIC SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF THEM OR THAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twst characters and latin american songs that remind me of them or that they would listen to

[characters] ruggie, azul, jade, floyd

[extra and disclaimer] azul has the most serious songs, and then there's floyd, who's just, there. i also want to add, floyd's songs that he listens to aren't meant to be implying i'm trying to write suggestive/+18 content of him, what i'm trying to say it's that he listens to that particular genre of music (it's pretty popular among teenagers here in south america)

★ RUGGIE BUCCHI

* . ° Me gustas tu by Manu Chao is a song that reminds me of him

"I like airplanes, I like you, I like to travel, I like you, I like the morning, I like you, I like the wind, I like you, I like to dream, I like you, I like the sea, I like you."

The song is about an enumeration of the things that he likes in life and how each one of them brings him to his lover.

* . ° Goma de mascar by Paty Cantú is a song that reminds me of him

"Insufferable love, how could I fall in love? I can't stand you it's the truth, because you bother and stick like chewing gum in my shoe when walking. We are an non-ideal case. But I love you, I love you [...] You are so vulnerable, so tender, so kissable. I'll always love you..."

The song is about a girl that hates the fact that she's so hopelessly in love with her lover. It reminds me of Ruggie because falling in love wasn't in his plans, but he's just so whipped for you.

* . ° O sol e a Lua by Pequeno Cidadão is a song that he would listen to

"The sun asked the moon to marry him, and the moon said 'I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, give me some time.'"

The song is about the sun's love for the moon and his desire to marry her, but the moon rejects him. The moon is firm on her decision, and he goes ask the wind, who can't help either. At the end, the sun has to accept his feelings aren't mutual and that one day, he will found somebody who loves him too.

* . ° Mangalenha by Sergio Mendes is a song he would listen to

"Come Magalenha Rojão, bring wood for the stove, come to set the stage. Today is a sunny day. Our happiness, is enjoying summer."

The song is about brazilians enjoying themselves and celebrating. And Ruggie is brazilian (in my headcanon) so it makes sense, trust me.

★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO

* . ° La gata bajo la lluvia by Rocío Dúrcal is a song that reminds me of him

"Love, I know, don't say anything, really. If you see any tears, sorry, I know you didn't want to make an injured cat cry [...] You see, life is like that. You go and I stay here, it will rain, and I will no longer be yours, i'll be the cat under the rain. And I will meow for you."

The song is about a woman realizing their love couldn't be, and as her lover leaves her, she is left heartbroken, like a cat under the rain calling for their owner. It fits Azul if you imagine Yuu leaving him to go back to their world, him being left alone and heartbroken.

* . ° Él me mintió by Amanda Miguel is a song that reminds me of him

"He lied to me. He told me he loved me, and it wasn't true, he lied to me. He didn't love me, he never loved me, he let me adore him. He lied to me, he lied to me. It was a game, and nothing more, it was just a cruel game of his vanity. He lied to me, of all the love that I swore was there, there was never anything. I was just another one that loved him."

The song is about a woman finding out her lover didn't love her and played with her feelings. 'He lied to me, he lied to me' being the only thing she can think about. This could easily be a good angst scenario for Azul, realizing he was never truly loved and Yuu toyed with his feelings.

* . ° Maquillaje by Mecano is a song that reminds me of him

"Don't look at me, don't look at me. Don't, don't, don't look at me. Don't look at me, don't look at me, leave it like that. Today I haven't had my hair styled, and I have an image too normal for you to like me [...] You can look now, look now, you can look, I've already put on my makeup. And if you look at my image you're going to be surprised, and you'll want to kiss me."

This song is about a woman who doesn't want her lover to see her without makeup, because they could find her unattractive. This relates to Azul because, even if he doesn't use makeup, this could be interpreted like Azul not wanting to be seen as weak, keeping an perfect image like a mask.

* . ° A quién le importa by Thalia is a song that reminds me of him and that he would listen to

"I know that they criticize me. I know they hate me. Envy corrodes them, my life overwhelms them. Why will it be? It's not my fault. My circumstances insult them. My destiny is what I decide, the one that I choose for myself. Who cares about what I do? Who cares about what I say? I am like this, I will continue like this. I will never change."

This is literally how Azul felt in that scene of book 3 where the Octavinelle student insults him. And I totally didn't add this because I felt bad for Azul for having the saddest songs here. This is also Azul's anthem, trust me.

★ JADE LEECH

* . ° Frente a frente by Jeanette is a song that reminds me of him

"Only the desire to cry remains, seeing that our love goes away. Face to face, we look down. Well, there's nothing left to talk about, nothing, only the desire to cry remains, seeing that our love goes away."

The song is about heartbreak after a breakup, because of the relationship crumbling. Another one that could be angst material about breaking up with Jade.

* . ° Livin' la vida loca by Ricky Martin is a song that reminds me of him

The song is about an irresistible, particularly sinister wild woman who lives on the edge and makes men fall in love with her. I am aware that this isn't a song in spanish, and that there's also a spanish version, but: (1) Jade doesn't fit the lyrics of the spanish version and I also don't like it. (2) This version is just too good, and at least "la vida loca" is in spanish. I choose this one for Jade and not Floyd because it talks about someone who's particularly good at being charming and can also be sinister.

"She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain. Like a bullet to your brain. Come on! Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca (the crazy life)."

* . ° Te espero by Ede is a song that he would listen to

"Tell me, what do you want from me. I only have these hands, their strength blinds my subtle grief. While I stay to see you dance, sometimes I still wonder if I never should have stayed to be the one who waits. And I wait for you, even so I wait for you. I wait for you everywhere. I wait for you even though it hurts more."

The song is about a woman, her unrequited love and the emotional struggle that comes with waiting for someone who may never return those feelings. I wrote back then in the latino headcanons I made that Jade likes listening to those sad songs about heartbreak and suffering so he can clean the lounge dramatically."

* . ° Te vas by Grupo 5 is a song that he would listen to

"And today you leave, you leave, you leave, you leave. But I know that you have to remember me for something. Maybe with him you have compared me. I don't think I'm better, I was just different, nothing more."

A song about a man asking his ex-lover if they still remember him, and if they treat her as well as he used to. Another dramatic song that Jade probably listens to.

★ FLOYD LEECH

* . ° Torero by Chayanne is a song that reminds me of him

"Here everything is chaos. You saw straight in the eyes, what a tremendous impact. To join your gaze, tell me if there is to be: A bullfighter, oh, november to january. I know that I need you from june to february. I want you to be with me. And in March love, in december you and me. It doesn't matter, my love. If it has to be, it has to be a bullfighter."

The song is not about being a literal bullfigher that kills, but to be somebody brave, like those that have the courage to go against bulls. It's about being capable of that to be deserving of their lover's affection. This song fits Floyd because of how passionate he could be to earn Yuu's love.

* . ° Con calma by Daddy Yankee is a song that he would listen to

"What's your name, baby? Since I saw you, I knew you were for me, tell your friends that we are ready, we follow this at the afterparty, come on! What's your name, baby? Since I saw you, I knew you were for me, tell your friends that we are ready. With your hand up, follow him! (at the after party)."

The song is literally just about adults flirting and twerking and that. Floyd listens to it because, like the majority of latino teenagers, he likes reggaeton.

* . ° Gasolina by Daddy Yankee is a song he would listen to

"She likes gasoline (whatcha saying?), give me more gasoline (hey, hey, hey). She loves gasoline (whatcha saying?), give me more gasoline (hey)."

The song uses the words "likes gasoline", that's well known in Puerto Rico, and it can be translated as "she likes to go out and have a good time". Once again, he just likes reggaeton, and it's literally impossible to have lived here in latin america without haven't heard this song at least once, it was EVERYWHERE.

#ruggie x reader #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #brazilian ruggie #chilean azul #peruvian jade #peruvian floyd #twisted wonderland #latino twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #twst

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sitzfleischh · 1 year

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Ok I only just caught up on Ted Lasso & plunged into the online hyperfixation/deep-diving two days ago so apologies if other people have already said this but-- so far I've been seeing a lot of people being like "oh Ted is going to go back to Kansas at the end blabla Rebecca endgame" and sure, Ted/Rebecca endgame is realistic but like... We know they're not ending up in Kansas, right? We have two episodes left, this show's whole thing is "Rom Communism." They will be using them to confirm to classic romcom structure where the penultimate ep is about everyone making the wrong choices and everything going to shit, so that they can have big realizations and make the right choices in the finale.

So, my official predictions are:

Penultimate episode

Man city faceoff, total football comes together and they win, hooray! Everyone is cheering but Ted feels out of it, feels like they don't need him anymore. This ep being called "mom city" also makes me think they're going to bring in Jamie's mom as a foil to his dad and start talking about mom stuff, maybe giving us some perspective from mother characters about their side of parenthood (maybe if we're lucky we get more of Roy's sister!) and continuing the motherhood theme for Rebecca

Maybe there's some kind of tie-in with Michelle and Jake, I feel like they were setting up that those two are actually breaking up, which is going to make Ted feel like he should get back with Michelle, even though that's obviously the wrong choice. Part of me thinks the "unexpected guest [that] has Ted on edge" could be Michelle, post-breakup? Maybe him getting distracted means the other coaches step up and win the game without much help from him, which ties into him feeling un-needed.

The tying up of loose-ends with other characters' plotlines leads to Ted deciding he isn't needed here anymore and should go back to Kansas, episode ends on his return

Final Episode

Called "no place like home"

Trent wears James Lance's Dorothy shoes T Shirt

There's some kind of extended wizard of oz homage, probably someone makes a joke about Jamie not having a brain

Ted is back in the states but he's not feeling it, keeps seeing things that remind him of Richmond

Trent Crimm's book gets published, or maybe he emails a draft of it to Ted or something for approval-- either way the writers get to do a Trent Crimm as mouthpiece thing where he narrates from his book while we see shots of characters / Ted doing stuff and having realizations

Prompted by reading Crimm's book, Ted realizes that there IS no place like home, but his home is Richmond now and he needs to go back-- not because the team needs him, but because he needs the team. Ted's character arc comes to a close with him finally asking for help and taking the support of his found family in Richmond, letting them use the Ted Lasso Way back at him.

Maybe Rebecca and Ted get together, or maybe (in my ideal scenario) Rebecca adopts a kid or something of that sort and becomes a single mother-- she realizes she doesn't need anyone else's permission / won't be completed by love

This one is also more of a dream scenario but I like the idea that they would lean into the "single parents are valid" theme that seems to have been set up, and have Ted, Trent, Roy and Roy's sister, and Rebecca all together in a scene with their kids, supporting each other

Obviously there's still a lot I haven't covered here, like what happens with Nate, with Colin (& what happens with Trent beyond like.. he writes his book lol), with Keeley and Roy (I don't think they're endgame either), etc. But these are the most solid predictions I have about what's going on structurally and thematically. I have hopes and dreams for stuff (mostly more Trent content because I love him and just want to watch a show with him as the main character lol) but I don't want to jinx anything so I'm just assuming we get some good background content like usual, and probably a great book-reading narration.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso meta #Mom City #Ted Lasso finale #Ted Lasso predictions #anywayyyyyyy I just want it to be Wednesday already OK #this show is a hot mess but I love it

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m0e-ru · 2 years

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hi hi woohoo yippee hopping jumping clapping taking out my notes. also copy pasting a bit from my au pages

kai moeru's take on a p4 femc au!!! not only will the protagonist and Velvet Room attendant have their own counterparts, but so will Marie and Izanami because yeah whoo yeah yeah. I haven't decided on a name for her yet, so in the meantime I've been calling her "sukeban," female counterpart to "bancho."

Bancho > Sukeban

A fully fledged girl delinquent except… she’s also not. Workaholic parents who don’t give her much notice and constant school hopping due to the nature of her parents’ jobs. She is brash and has quite a potty mouth, but she is a quick witted, strong and caring leader of the Investigation Team as she pours her own soul into searching for the truth with her new friends. Her initial Persona is "Izanami (イザナミ)."

Margaret > Victor

A flirtatious glittery prick of a host who complains about not having a guest he can serve alcohol to. Always getting on Sukeban’s nerves, calling her pet names like “kitten” at every opportunity. But he is a Velvet Room attendant first, pain in the ass second. He performs his duties properly and with pride, and takes good care of Stein who recently began residing within the Velvet Room.

Marie > Stein

A boy lost in thought and with a loss of memories. He is ushered into the Velvet Room and is taken in as an apprentice. While he sits around in the stuffy room, or is being chaperoned around the nostalgic human world, he thinks about his memories while he takes his mundane thoughts, which he mumbles and… raps about them.

Izanami > Izanagi

The pretentious god who thinks about giving the ideal “life” to his people with carefully controlled fog. His facade is that of a weather reporter, regularly appearing on TV and eagerly encouraging publicity for himself. His name under his facade appears to be "Akihisa Kino ( 輝乃朗久)," Inaba's beloved weather girl "Aki." He feigned mourning for Mayumi Yamamo's passing as a fellow co-worker, despite seeing her die by her own Shadow with his own eyes.

more details of plot differences and characters and such as much as I've been able to flesh them out under cut !!! fun fact !! I thought of a possible Velvet Room attendant first before the actual femc

sukeban

I'll be honest, I managed to flesh out their characters a bit better by thinking of pq2 crossover scenarios. In fact I have ideas for a femc Q SOTL and a Q2 NCL + Sukeban edition but I'll put that aside for another day 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Sukeban never really wanted to be a delinquent. She just fell into society's gimmicks and decided to play the role assigned to her. Transfer student with a history of constantly changing schools, coming late on her first day and most other days, being occasionally grumpy and brash because of the lack of sleep, unable to make friends or connections because of her circumstance having her habitually be as unapproachable as possible.

Her parents aren't around as often and wasn't ever there to support her at school. Festivals? Class performances? No, they had a business trip, an important meeting, stuck with clients. She wouldn't even want to bother them with what she's doing at school. Not like they need to.

Staying up as late as she wants because there wasn't anyone there to actively discipline her out of love and having to get used to the new house for the month, although there wasn't much to do than sulk around thinking about the next move which could happen at any time. Thinking her archery club teammates would get mad at her for leaving after they've applied her into competitions, so she never bothered to enter after one experience.

Then she was really being confused for a delinquent for how disheveled she looked, even asked by long skirt, bleached haired girls what her school was.

She learned how to fight for herself, instinctively hold any long pole like objects like bats, hope her uniform shoes hold up every walk into town, learn the lingo and get that same accent just so people could get the picture right away. Although with most encounters with normal people, she just hopes intimidating them enough with the image she's built would scare them off. Avoiding her parents around the house not saying a word to one another.

They're out for overseas work, meaning she's booted back to her mother's hometown to stay with her uncle and cousin for a year.

Halted at the front of the train station by a peppy looking weather reporter, giving her a brief interview as a "city girl" and getting her hand shaken. Soon after, she meets her uncle and cousin. Now stopping at a gas station to see this... wandering boy with a somewhat listless expression hand her a memo she dropped. The graphic tee and cargo pants was... a statement

Suddenly she's stuck in the middle of a murder mystery, being able to hop into televisions that could kill people and promise her classmate she'll help the cause to stop people from dying. Now there's this thing she can summon, a "Persona," monkey bear mascot said—why was it rotting and beautiful in two different halves of itself? That's her? ... that's pretty metal

She's awake in the blue room again. With the man and the long nose again. With the freak of nature host calling her "kitten" like she thought she avoided every red light district just so she wouldn't meet pricks like this ever in her life. Now that boy from last time has a stupid hat and silly bag—a pair of headphones too? He's intertwined with her fate, they say. What fate? To get through a year in this backwater city? To solve the mystery plaguing this town? What'll he do to help, give him a mixtape of middle school level tunes he made himself?

Getting through that year was something. Actually getting into clubs again. Skip class and carry bags for a girl. Get good pay from part time jobs. Becoming friends with a fox and have some faith in shrine prayers. Got a scooter licence. Actually learn how to cook for her little cousin's sake. The deliveryman who'd hand her the Tanaka special goods she'd call to buy was behind the kidnappings. Her uncle's partner was behind the killings and cat and mouse game she got to beat up as liberally as she wanted. Her friend who almost killed himself was actually god who was actually the weather reporter on TV almost every broadcast then she returned a whole world into the fogless paraside state it was. and that host wasn't actually all that bad a freaky prick he's actually really nice.

okay!!!! not proofreading this i gotta stop putting effort into bullshit it becomes plot (I dont) more miscellaneous stuff I guess???

Sukeban isn't as good a cook as Bancho so she actually learns throughout the year to make nice bento (and be at least a bit better than the other girls concocting literal poison). She does archery, but would rather not use it in the TV world or anything violent for that matter, she respects the art. Her dynamic with Kanji is a fun brain exercise. Also one time they called themselves "Investigation Gang" instead of "Team" while Yosuke starts imagining something silly like they all look like goons but Kanji looks the same sorry Kanji </3 She was about to finally snap when she learned Vic almost named Stein "Frank" like that would've been the last straw.

Victor hmmm. Unlike Margaret who I was personally really felt a bit uncomfortable with the flirting and subtext in her speech sometimes playing as a highschool protagonist and seeing this individual as a grown woman, he takes it up a notch and kinda makes it obvious it's superficial just to joke around and get reactions out of Sukeban, to play his "role" as a silly host as "Club Velvet" (inspired by what Elizabeth talked about a few times). He's really just a good guy and does his job as attendant well. He'll be sophisticated when he needs to but in the meantime he likes being over the top to hear sukeban groan or try to hit him. He calls her "babygirl" when he's the babygirl in the room. They have this older brother younger sister kind of dynamic I like to think. Stein is literally just there when shit goes down. The IT first see him in Stein's tomb after he found it and brought them there. They ask sukeban who this glitzy looking city boy host is and she just calls him a slur. He can also make nice cocktails (that humans can't actually consume) and stacks champagne towers when Igor isn't around. Vic and Margaret hate each other they hope the other would just get out. get out of the velvet room I dont want to see your face because if we fought it'd cause the end of the world. <- mostly Margaret.

Stein HAHA Stiney boy. I'll admit I'm the one who named him "Frank" first. sorry. He's just as blunt as Marie but he's less tsundere and more... deadass (?) idk how to explain how I imagine him actually but in general he's like bancho. he doesn't really have strong reactions to things but he sure has opinions. Gotta give him some sort of unlikeable fandom trait like Marie's tsundere mary sue ass or whatever people complained about. Instead of writing poems, he just records some Dr. Seuss level rhymes about his memories. Contrast to Marie reciting poems in her tomb and being poetic and gloomy, Stein would rap his bars and get a little riled up trying to tell sukeban and the IT to leave. Unlike Margaret who intentionally leaves her poems out for people to see, Stein leaving tapes is a lot more of a genuine blunder while even Vic is curious as to what he recorded. Stein isn't too embarrassed about it, either he wouldn't notice you've listened to it and gets it back, or he knows and asks "how was it" maybe.

IZANAGI /vine boom/ gigi. gets his gay little ass. going teehee I'm everyone's girl everyone knows me I'm correct about the weather always because I am the weather. complaining like "zamn guys the weather's gna be rain again this week :/// this sucks yknow it's so shitty nowadays </////3"<- behind the shitty weather. Besides iznmi being this "mother knows best" situation, Izanagi's more like "condescending man over men high and mighty whatever the hell fuck you I'm god." His realm isn't Yomotsu Hirasaka, it's like "Hollow Forest But Like For Real This Time." It's the forest the TV world was, but all monochrome and superficial and forced. This is the "life" Izanagi thinks is best for people, nothing to see when everything's just veiled in the fog. The forest has been hollowed of life. When he's defeated, his reporter facade would be completely forgotten by the normal folk. Like "Aki" never existed in this reality. ever.

mini pq ideas as bonus. Stein and Marie would be friends. Margaret and Victor just see each other again and it's usually Margaret going off when Vic just breathes. Although he does get along well with Elizabeth and keeps trying to coach Theo to step up for himself and stop being a doormat. Second eldest kind of things. Sukeban 🤝 Hamuko our friends are from a different world who dont know us but know someone else who has the same role as us in their world. oh oh Vic's booth in the cultural festival is like a mini host club booth . there's a little disco ball there and a couch pushed inside with kid friendly drinks on the table he'd make little cocktails out of. give those highschoolers the "minor's host club experience." sukeban would just threaten to report him for unauthorised booth set up in her school. he also knows like every terrible cheesy pick up line out there. for fun.

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resenasenlaciudad · 1 year

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The red shoes

Image: discogs.com

The first time I heard about this album I thought there was something more but I couldn't tell what it was.

By the time I already knew that Kate was a dancer since a really young age, so the chances that this album was a farewell from scenarios was actually not a bad hypothesis.

Now I see it also as portraying a decision: leave the artistic impulse or pause it so she could fulfill another longing awaited for so long called motherhood. It has been so common for women to choose between their careers and family life that, I don't even wonder why something like that would pass through her head.

Also there's this idea about incompatible paths when thinking about a professional career and motherhood. Sometimes is not only motherhood but anything apart from the professional path: you want a partner? It's too demanding, you have to choose either your career or your partnership.

So, the first time I listened to this album I had the sensation that it was a little like listening to an inside battle between the domestic life and the rush of showbiz. As a result, the album seems to be a close listen to a resolution: a decision was made and showed up not only in the last songs but also in the hiatus that Kate took from music and arts, publicly at least.

Listening to the album again now, I discover a very personal and intimate route that leads us through all the processes and life that Kate was experiencing at the moment. It's not casualty that "Rubberband girl" is a pop song that invites to dance: this is the dinamic and mood that was leading Kate to create in those days.

Right after there's this kind of chaotic and troubled song that talks about love and how, even there, we find sadness. "And so is love" sounds as if it had nothing to do with the decision she was about to take, seems more a portrayal of the life (and love) to her at the time. Nevertheless, all of these no related elements can (and probably did) set the ideal conditions to make a radical decision and a huge change in life.

The path follows with a joyous track as "Eat the music", there's celebration and dance again and, as it shows, the arts can't stop appearing and playing an important part in her life. Between these two tracks and their moods I see in a very obvious way the battle of which I spoke on first place, but it's not only about showing up these topics as shallow elements: it's a personal look at them and how she's living them.

There's no doubt about this personal level when the album continues as it does. "Moments of pleasure" is a love letter to Kate mother's and a tribute. How else could an artist honour her ancestress if not with a song? And what a better moment to do a tribute if not in a moment of transition.

Then "Solomon's song" is a piece where Kate shows the way she has lived and explored. Just as with the second track on the album ("And so is love"), here's a song that takes a look at the thoughts and experiences that Kate is living and what configures her thoughts and way of seeing life, this helps to understand the reasons why she'll make her final decision.

Later there's another song composed after a special person for Kate: Lily. With the same name as title, this song portrays an almost epic story that shows a sort of heroine being protected by archangels. The position of this track right after "Solomon's song" is not a coincidence, I'd say, but a conceptual decision and a connection between each passage of this long story being told.

I say it's so, because the next track is "The red shoes": a confrontation with a light that burns. Anyone who knows this story is well aware about the dangers of the red shoes: they can lead to exhaustion because they are doomed. How much of all this simbolic meaning was used to describe the sensation Kate felt through her musical career?

Arts and the music industry are indeed a slippy road and can feel as dangerous as the red shoes, which won't let its host rest. Yet there has just been a protection song that can provide a sensation of hope and calmness even when there's knowledge about what the red shoes can imply when used.

The album follows with "Top of the city", a song that shows the confusion to which the fame and show business can lead. So long, the album has shown how there's a level that is risky and dangerous, the "angel shoulders" mentioned by Kate can be nothing but the final goal for every public figure: fame and stability. In addition, it can be noticed the appearance of another person: there's now a couple so changes to a different life seem to be closer and closer.

This to me looks as something confirmed by the next song, "Constellation of the heart". Now, even though this new life is showing, the thoughts and considerations are still full of doubts about where all this experience will lead. The metaphor about what a constellation inside of anyone can tell, to me, is really an outstanding image.

In this song, besides there's a reference to "Moments of pleasure" but with a deeper development of the idea. It's true, "just being alive it can really hurt" anyway, that same hurt and pain can lead to learnt and grow. Therefore, this is the entrance to a new life.

Yet, this beginning is not easy, that's what can be heard in the lyrics of the next two songs and, in fact, even the ambient drawn by the music of "Big stripey lie" is a little chaotic. It follows "Why should I love you" where, although the music seems festive, there's still a chaotic feeling about this new situation.

The lyrics saying "of all the people in the world, why should I love you?" show this offering of love and a new life still full if doubts and circumstances that make things hard and the decision is still not taken because of this, until...

This album closes with song "You're the one": a decision has been made, yet this is more a farewell song and not a love song. Somehow I feel this goodbye was not only intended to a person but also to the life she had build for more than a decade and to the scenarios.

The red shoes to me portrays an era in the life of Kate, shows the struggles, doubts, risks and realizations (personal, professional and even philosophical ones) before a really important decision was taken. It's the closure where its shown how any performer can be entangled with their personal life: a close look to the artistic life and feelings of Kate.

To me, that's why this is such and amazing and beautiful album and it still shooks me how some critics at the moment considered the job done as poor and not worthy, or at least that's what I once read, sadly.

As with other albums by Kate, I feel the process and concept of the album was lead by a deep desire to portray what was inside her mind without taking any other consideration that could be of importance to the industry.

If you ask me, this is an album that could have not been any better or more meaningful: it's the consummation of a career and a very symbolic and beautiful goodbye, even if temporary.

#music #reviews #conceptual albums #interpretations #kate bush #the red shoes

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lgcjiae · 1 year

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future dreams: season 6◞ ♡ — audition in the cosmos room

jiae wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when entering the cosmos room — but whatever it was, it wasn’t this. splashes of colour illuminate the dark room; blooms of purple, yellow, pink and blue; with a sea of lights twinkling overhead — it was as if jiae was one spec of dirt amidst a galaxy of bright stars. her first few steps into the space are slow and cautious. observing and taking in all of her surroundings, jiae is unsure if she should anticipate something scary or surprising. but it’s unlikely — this was the beginning of the sixth season of future dreams. and here jung jiae was. even despite all the challenges she had been facing recently with her confidence and sense of identity, navigating the debut bootcamp and the possibility of maybe debuting — jiae was still in a way really really excited to be here. if this all became that little bit realer to her, something may actually end up clicking in her brain. maybe she’ll end up defeating her demons in one epic boss battle, once and for all and end up realising her true potential.

well, in the most ideal scenario — that would be the outcome.

jiae approaches the room’s centerpiece, a table, slowly — not able to make out the contents atop of it from a distance. she takes one final step, covering the faintly marked x with the sole of her shoe. jiae glances down at the objects resting on the surface of the table; jars of tiny, coloured origami stars and a small bottle that looked as if it was plucked from a fantasy movie. jiae pouts just before the teleprompter opposite her comes to life.

hi trainee. what is your name, where and you from and how old are you?

she reads the prompt slowly, a small smile appearing on her lips as she takes in the words. “oh, hi!” jiae chimes softly to herself, suddenly aware of the vast space surrounding her. “my name is jung jiae,” she begins, hands lacing together in front of her. “i am from seoul, and i am currently twenty— almost twenty one. it’s nice to meet you.” she wasn’t entirely sure who was watching, was it the world or no one at all? would this ever make it to air? the words on the teleprompter suddenly change, a greeting turns into instructions before becoming a mission. jiae’s eyes don’t stray from it’s screen as she slowly reads her task.

welcome to the cosmos room, where wishes rest until they are realised. in front of you, on the table, is your personal wishing bottle. it’s empty right now, but throughout this season, you will get opportunities to fill it. not until your jar is filled and completed that the wish to debut can be granted.

reality slowly begins to set in as jiae continues reading the teleprompter.

as you can see, there are jars containing origami stars. there are two categories of jars ( position or specialty ) and each jar is labelled with the meaning of it’s colour. you are to pick two stars that represent your desires and abilities the best. note that only a single star can be picked in specialty. however, you are allowed to pick both of your stars in the position section if you so desire.

jiae nods to herself slowly, a quiet oh escaping her lips. her eyes glaze over each glass jar and the stars that fil them, reading each and every label — contemplating it’s position and what it may end up meaning to jiae. she hadn’t thought about this too much and it’s now that the crisis she’s been amidst begins to stir up trouble within her — again. at the worst time, too.

she purses her lips for a moment as she thinks to herself, hand hovering above the jars holding the specialty stars. her fingertips twitch, eager to pluck a star from the jars and add it to her own bottle. any of these could be potential positions for jiae, but temptation from the purple and white stars lures her to pick from either of them. purple, acting... charisma... it might be too obvious if she chooses that over something else. too easy. too safe. white, however — visual, modelling. jiae contemplates her newest achievement, her modelling contract with the cosmetics company peripera. well, that was something big and fairly relevant happening in her life.

so without much more hesitation, jiae reaches for the visual jar, plucking a small, white star with two fingers. she looks at it for a moment, admiring it’s craftmanship before carefully putting it into her own jar. the positions jars and all their stars stare back at her and her awareness of her skills and her lack of confidence in them suddenly becomes more apparent to her. singer. dancer. she wasn’t one or the other. jiae was both at the same time but she wasn’t good enough to go head to head against everyone else in those categories, especially not when she knew who she would be up against. and leader. a reality in which jiae leads an idol group is surely a dystopian one. besides, no one would ever take jiae seriously if she was leader. legacy had to know that much.

jiae contemplates choosing the pink star for a moment. center. a part of jiae does feel like this is a trick question, though. surely that position wasn’t meant to be picked — it was obviously nabi’s, right? or at least someone like nabi. jiae wasn’t at all like her. but a center wasn’t necessarily the best of their group. there was no rules about them being the main vocal, main dancer or even the leader. but a center had to have the right energy and draw people’s eyes to them. and maybe it wasn’t skills that centers relied on but spirit. jiae wasn’t lacking in that department. perhaps that could be jiae. maybe she would never be a main or lead vocal or dancer, or a group leader, but what if there was a reality in which she was her group’s center. a face that could represent them. she could be the token pretty girl, couldn’t she? she pauses for a moment in contemplation, not wanting to have to fight to remove a coloured star from her bottle once it’d slipped through the top of it. carefully, slowly — jiae reaches for a pink star — center, reaching for it and placing it in her jar alongside the lone white one. she stares down at the two small stars in the bottom of her bottle and wonders if she’s made the right decision.

jiae looks up, noticing the teleprompter has changed again. your wishes have been cast. you may now exist the cosmos room.

right decision or not, only time was going to tell.

#정지애◞ ♡ : solo #lgc:futuredreams #( long solo .. don't read lol )

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robcopyemail-2025 · 2 years

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How to Avoid turning your customers off

Imagine that you own an accountancy firm and you need new software that will help you and your employees jobs easier. You need something that is user friendly, clean and easy to use. The software you have been using for the last 5 years needs an update, your employees complain that the interface has too much clutter and too many buttons.

You search the internet and come across a business that may solve your software problems. You are ecstatic that you have come across a product will make your lives easier. Now you want some information about the product so you contact the business itself.

Before you know it the owner starts telling you about how great their product is and how it was voted the number one product in last year’s gazette. They tell you how the software sells like pancakes and customers have come beating down the door for it. It gets worse, they even tell you how they started their business.

You scratch your head thinking, ‘’ I only want some information about your software and how it can help us, not your life story.’’

In this scenario the business owner is discussing the features of the product (what it does) instead of the benefits of the product (What it does for the customer). Potential customers want to know what is in it for them, discussing only the features puts customers to sleep but when you talk about the benefit their ears perk up

In Copywriting, we write about the benefits of the product or service and refrain from talking about how great your business is. That said, the feature is what enables the benefit but it is not the feature they care about it is what your product or service can do for them. The benefit is the value, the end result! It is the magic they seek out to solve their problem.

People don’t buy based on what they want. They buy based on what they need. Your goal should be to sell to solve a problem. The biggest sales killer is failing to communicate why your customer or ideal prospect should care about what you’re selling to them.

By waffling on about the features you fail to address the real value of what your product or service has to offer the customer and how that can alleviate the pain points for that person should they buy your product or service.

So what are the differences between features and benefits. An example would be the humble coffee mug with a handle. The handle is the feature of the mug but the benefit to the customer is that they can enjoy a hot mug of coffee or tea without worrying about burning themselves.

Another example is a Bic pen. Most of them have removable caps, which is the feature but the real benefit is that when a customer places the pen into their pocket or bag the cap will prevent the ink from leaking.

If I flew with Virgin Atlantic to Miami for a holiday, imagine how I would feel if the tour operator explained to me the size of the wheels on the plane, the roar of the powerful jet engines or what colour the tailfin is. As a customer of Virgin Atlantic, I would want to know about the Sandy beaches, the warm climate and palm trees and all things Miami. I want to have that image itched into my mind as I await my destination.

Customers purchase on emotion, not logic. It is the experience of purchasing the product or service that appeals to the emotions of the person buying. Does the product or service make them more comfortable or safer? Does it appeal to their lifestyle or make life easier? This probably explains shopaholics well because they are not buying items for the sake of it, it is the experience of buying itself. The very act of taking out the credit or debit card to pay for the 20th pair of trainers they don’t need is the dopamine release.

Although we shouldn’t discount features entirely because they still have their place. But the features is not the selling point. Your business should be about solving problems for people and creating value. It is all about empathy, putting yourself in the customers shoes. It is about addressing their pain points. That is the gem only benefits can address.

#copywriting #content marketing #benefits #features

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chvnnie · 2 years

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Idk where this falls under but like, domestic life with Han Jisung sounds so good to me rn, specifically with this scenario:

You arrive home (from work, grocery shopping, buying stuff, etc) and what you don't expect is for Jisung to be sitting on the couch watching TV completely shirtless with Bbama sleeping on top of him. (oh to sleep on jisungs tiddies—)

The sight instantly makes you melt and you just smother the two with welcome kisses and cuddles

(depends on if the couple keeps it pg or moves things to the bedroom 👀👀)

listen. LISTEN. domestic jisung is honestly all i think about. you’re speaking my language with this request, anon.

Friday

han jisung x gn reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, suggestive content - MINORS DNI

warnings: absolute fluff, reader has no pronouns, mentions of painkillers (given in a medical setting), mentions of restraints, suggestive content, like a sentence of dirty talk at the end, not proofread bc i thrive in chaos

summary: jisung is the best remedy for a bad day.

a/n: the way i said i wasn’t going to post another drabble yet and here i am, doing just that. thank you for all the requests! if i haven’t answered yours yet, please be patient! i promise i saw it, and i promise i’ll write it :) also, thank you so much for everyone who has sent things in! the way you’ve all supported me and my content means the world to me. i hope you enjoy!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

Today might have been the worst day of your college career.

It was your busy day, which meant you were in class from 8:00-12:00, getting a short hour break before you were back in class from 2:00-5:00. To make the day busier, your advisor asked to meet you during your break today, which meant you didn’t have time to relax.

The morning classes were awful and long, one throwing in a surprise test (the professor clarified it was not a quiz, but a test and that there’s no way you shouldn’t be prepared for it) and another assigning a fourteen page paper due by the end of next week. The meeting with your advisor was less than ideal, and you left it on edge and late for your first afternoon class. All the afternoon classes were nothing to write home about, but after the morning you had, everything annoyed you.

All you wanted to do was go home, order pizza, and watch movies with Jisung. That’s it. You didn’t feel like you were asking much.

You didn’t come into the apartment quietly. Hands full of books, your laptop, and your travel mug, you kicked the door shut with a slam and slipped out of your shoes, the converse bouncing off the wall. A book slipped out of your hand and the thud it made definitely would get you a noise complaint. What-fucking-ever. Just another bad thing to add to a god awful day.

“Ji, I’m home.” You called out, fumbling around until you reached the small kitchen table. Dropping your books and laptop on it, you slid the heavy backpack off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Walking to the sink, you didn’t notice the lack of greeting until your cup was rinsed and there wasn’t a 5’7” man tackling you against the counter. You pulled out your phone to see if he said anything about not being here when you got home, but your text inbox was empty. He didn’t have class on Friday, and typically stayed in all day if he didn’t have anywhere to be.

Strange. This wasn’t like him at all.

You walked to the bedroom, but were only greeted with an unmade bed and an empty computer chair. There was evidence Jisung was here recently; the empty soda can next to at least five empty water bottles on the desk, a half eaten bag of chips, one of Bbama’s hundred chew toys at the foot of the chair, and most importantly, the home screen of a game still pulled up.

Odd.

You went back to the front door. His shoes were still there, his car keys thrown on the small table by the door used primarily to pile mail on, his bike leaning against the opposite wall. He should be here.

But he wasn’t in the bedroom, his usual Friday haunt.

He didn’t greet you immediately.

Where could he be?

You walked into the living room, and kicked yourself for not checking it first.

When the two of you moved in together, you agreed to buy a new couch. Deciding to spend a little extra on a nicer couch, you picked a grey sectional. The cushions were incredibly soft, it was easy to clean, and most importantly - it was large and deep. You could sit in the middle of the cushion and your feet still wouldn’t touch the ground. It’s very common for you to climb onto the couch, intending to watch tv, and falling asleep before the first episode is even over. It’s your favorite piece of furniture you own. It’s also something you and Jisung fight over the most.

The corner of the sectional where both ends meet is your favorite spot. And Jisung’s. And Bbama’s. So when all three of you are on the couch, it is a full blown battle to see who gets the coziest spot. Jisung is relentless when it comes to that corner; he has not hesitated to push you off the couch before and he’d do it in a heartbeat. You would be mad if you didn’t match that aggression, often literally kicking him out of the spot to have it to yourself. One time you even sprained your wrist as you dove over the back of the couch to get there first.

“You did that on purpose to get first dibs on the corner.” Jisung said to you in the emergency room that night. “Don’t think I don’t see through this.”

You just smirked, painkillers going straight to your head. “So does that mean I get it when we get home?”

He gave it to you that night.

The next day, he was back to throwing hands and wrestling you to the ground for it (carefully, because he didn’t want to hurt your wrist more).

So it wasn’t surprising to see Jisung curled up in that corner, legs spread out onto the chaise. The windows were opened, the spring breeze drafting in and making the room feel more fresh and cool. He sat slightly slouched, head barely visible over the edge of the couch. You walked over to him, ready to jump and claim the corner for yourself when you melted into a puddle.

Jisung was shirtless, clothed only in short, black cotton shorts. The backwards cap on his head told you he opted not to do his hair today, brown ends curling underneath it. His head was tilted slightly to the left, eyes focused on the show playing on the television a few feet away. Bbama laid on his chest, the white ball of fluff letting wheezy dog snores fill the room. Jisung had his airpods in - he sometimes liked to connect them to the tv when he was home alone so as not to disturb Bbama or your noise sensitive neighbors. His fingers stroked up and down the dog’s back as if he was comforting the animal. The two of them looked incredibly cozy, and never in your life have you seen something so incredibly precious.

A part of you didn’t want to ruin the moment. The other part was left a bit left out.

In the end, the latter won.

You circled around the couch, Jisung catching your movement in his peripherals. Before he could even remove a headphone, you were on top of him, hands cupping his face as you smothered him with kisses. Anywhere your lips met skin, you kissed; in between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his squishy cheeks. Jisung giggled underneath you and made a piss poor attempt to wiggle away from the kisses.

“Baby.” He whined between the laughs. “Let me up.”

“No.” You continued the assault, kisses drifting to his ears and neck. Any skin that was exposed, you would cover with kisses. It was what you deserved after the day you had, and what Jisung deserved for looking so damn cute in his little shorts and baseball cap.

Bbama, who was just now waking up, squirmed out from between you and Jisung, directing a small bark at the two of you.

“Aw, you jealous? Want some kisses too?” You let go of Jisung, leaning off of him to try and grab the dog. Bbama moved before you could grab him and ran off, effectively escaping the kiss attack you had launched on the two of them.

With you distracted, Jisung took the opportunity to tackle you. He pushed you onto the couch, hands pinning your wrists down as he began his counterattack, returning all the kisses you gave him. You squirmed, laughs filling the apartment as his lips tickled your skin.

“Let me go.” You laughed, trying to lift your arms up.

“No. Mine.” Jisung said, kisses not halting even for a second. Just as you were, Jisung was determined to kiss any part of skin he could find. The weather was nice today, so you chose to wear a tank top, leaving your collarbones free game.

When his lips brushed against them, you unconsciously arched your back, a whine slipping through your laughter. Jisung didn’t mean to get that reaction from you - in fact, he forgot your collarbones were one of your weak spots until he kissed them. But he wasn’t mad about it either.

Jisung rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “How was your day?”

He watched your smile turn into a small frown, and he hated himself for ruining the moment. “Not great.”

“I’m sorry.” His thumbs stroked the wrists he was still pinning down, unwilling to let them go just yet. “Anything I can do?”

You shrugged. “Just wanna spend time with you.”

He felt his face flush. Two years together, and you still weren’t sick of him. You still came home everyday wanting to be around him, still texted him throughout the day when he wasn’t around, still got excited to see him. He was happy he wasn’t the only one who still got butterflies. When he first sees you in the morning, eyes partially open and breath stale from sleep, the butterflies reignite and take over, not stopping for a beat until he falls asleep next to you at night. The next morning, they wake again, beating faster than the day before.

And you felt that way. About him. He still couldn’t fathom it, the idea still unbelievable to him. But everyday, he counted every lucky star he had and thanked them for you.

It was a blessing to be loved by you.

“I’m always happy to spend time with you, my love. Anything you want me to do?” He asked.

“You could let my arms go.” You pushed against his hand for emphasis.

“No way. You’ll tickle me if I do.”

The hint of mischief in your eyes confirmed that you would in fact tickle him the moment your hands were free.

“Besides-” he brought his head back up, leaning into you. His lips brushed slightly against yours, close enough to kiss you but refusing to close the gap. “-I like when you’re restrained for me.”

You smirked up at your boyfriend, hips raising to brush against his. “Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?”

The chuckle that he released filled you with both fear and excitement for what was to come.

Jisung adjusted your arms, grabbing both wrists with one of his hands. The other traveled down your body before it landed on the waistline of your shorts, pushing them off along with your underwear.

“Spread your legs, baby. You’re not going to stop cumming until I’m sick of it.”

©: chvnnie 2022

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz suggestive #stray kids suggestive #skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #han jisung fluff #han fluff #jisung fluff #skz drabbles

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lilallama · 3 years

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helloooo my babie!!! i hope you're having a great day <3 are you taking care of yourself? staying hydrated and getting some exercise? i'm here to plague your inbox with my dumb idea that i got when i watched true beauty for the first time...

[you can watch the scene right here!]

my scenario is... since the cooking club + y/n are technically minors... what if y/n is high on anesthesia after a dentist appointment and when they boys are taking care of her, she says cute stuff like "you look exactly like these boys i like... they're so sweet"

(2/2) [i pressed send too quickly sowwyyy] so y/n says something like "you look just like the boys i like... they're so sweet... they make me so happy... i think i love them" and the cc is busting uwus at how adorable y/n is 😩😩😩

Note: I got kinda carried away with this, but it was fun to write. Also thsnk you so much! Same to you, take care of yourself ^^

"Thank you for watching over Y/n. I'm glad they have such sweet friends." "Don't worry, Mrs. L/n. It's no trouble at all." Hoseok smiled his usual friendly smile while Y/n's mother put her jacket on and grabbed her bag. After checking that she hadn't forgotten anything she turned to the teenagers again. The seven boys stood in a line, trying to look as trustworthy as possible. Of course, they would never dare hurt Y/n or take advantage of their current, drowsy state. But it's undeniable that their intentions are different than what Y/n's mother believes.

Originally the members wanted to check up on their dearest Y/n after their dentist appointment. (Jimin acted as if letting Y/n enter the dentist's office was murder. Thankfully it was during Ms. Lee's class. She just gave him a bit of her special tea and he calmed right down.) However when they arrived, Y/n's mother asked them to watch over Y/n untill their father gets home, since Y/n was in a less than ideal state and she didn't want to risk them hurting themselves. So for the next few hours Y/n would be entirely under their protection. (Not like they weren't always, but this was more official with the whole 'tasked by their parents' thing.)

Namjoon, much to his surprise, found it difficult to concentrate on the mother's words. The entire apartment smelled like Y/n, only occasionally interrupted by the smell of their mothers perfume. It was too sweet for him, sort of like his mother's. Yoongi felt too paranoid to move even a finger. He's actually in their apartment! He couldn't believe it. What if he breakes anything? Surely Y/n's parents would hate him! He wanted so desperately for them to like him. A similar sentiment shared Jimin. He knew everyone loved him. Especially parents! He was everyone's ideal son-in-law; beautiful, kind, considerate, charming, talented and rich. But in the back of his mind his carefully crafted narcissism faltered. What if they see how pathetic he actually is... Uhh, I mean, hah! No way they could resist him! He's Park Jimin, for crying out loud! Who wouldn't adore him?

After Y/n's mother turned around to leave, Jeongguk's eyes narrowed. Thankfully that woman hadn't recognised him. That bitch took Y/n away from him 10 years, 3 months, 5 hours and 16 seconds ago. A moment he'll never forget. "You look like she insulted Y/n, Kookie." Jimin mused. "Don't fucking call me that! Only Y/n is allowed to, dumbass." The youngest of the bunch fumed as Jimin snickered and turned to his friend for backup. "Hey Tae, isn't Kookie acting so-" Meanwhile Taehyung was back to heavy breathing and heart eyes while studying Y/n's shoes. "-..weird... never mind."

"Seriously, get yourself together. We're here to take care of our dearest Y/n, not to creepily drool on their shoes, Taehyung." The fluffy haired boy almost bashfully whiped his drool away with his handkerchief. "Now, come on." And the boys made their way into Y/n's room.

There they layed, on their bed, hair messily spread out over their pillow, in their favourite worn out shirt. The boys melted. In a matter of seconds they were rushing to get them water, set down their favourite dish that they've prepared and fawn over their groggy state.

Taehyung whiped a tear away, "This is pure beauty. Such a magnificent angel. Words cannot express how honoured I am to be able to stand here, in this room, by my saviour's side as they rest after having been through such a draining event." After Taehyung's heartfelt mini-speech, Jin tisked. "Pah~ Such a lowclass stay is not nearly enough for my Prince/Princess. No diamond chandelier, the bed's aren't even king sized, there's only one bathroom and it's so small I can barely move. This is frankly disgusting and disturbing! That my Prince/Princess has to live in such conditions." Yoongi stared at Jin with a slight glare, barely noticeable. Well, not like they'd notice Yoongi anyway. Jin acted as spoiled as he was, while Yoongi could barely afford a place bigger than Jin's bathtub. But... he's right. Y/n deserves better. But who'd want to be with such a spoiled fucking narcissistic pig like him. No! Yoongi, stop thinking that way!

Just then Y/n's laugh interrupted Yoongi's internal fight and made all members stare in awe. "You guys look just like the boys I like~" They all freeze. Who? "They're sweet... They make me happy..." their speech was slughtly slurred and they sounded exhausted. Oh the urge to not just wrap Y/n up, blanket burrito and all, and just run away from civilisation. Somewhere where that adorable sweetness could only be admired by them. "I love them." And with that final hit, the boys were K.O.

"Baby~ I love you too!" Jimin jumped next to them and squeesed them tightly in his arms, careful not to hurt them. Namjoon was on his knees infront of their bed, holding their hand in his shaking ones. He looked as if he was about to cry. Taehyung practically layed on the floor, bowing to his God/Goddess. "How generous of you to have shared such lovely words. I shall cherish this moment 'till the day I pass, serving at your side." Jeongguk had his arms wrapped tightly around Y/n's waist, head pressed into their stomach while smiling like a lovestruck maniac. He mumbled 'I love you's as well as promises of torturing anyone who comes between them untill they're begging for mercy. How romantic. Hoseok was crouched facing the corner with his face burried in his palms, hiding his red cheeks. In his mind he kept repeating the sane thing 'so cute!' With a surprisingly gentle and soft expression, Jin sat on the bed next to Namjoon (who was still holding back tears on the floor) and played with their hair. Lovingly wrapping strands around his finger and brushing them out their face. "Beautiful.." he whispered softly, feeling butterfly's arise in his stomach.

But then, Yoongi, who had only stared at the floor for the past minute, furrowed his brows and stared down the boys surrounding and coddling Y/n. He grabbed Namjoon and Seokjin by their shirt collars and tugged them back, then pushed Jeongguk and Jimin off with all his might untill they layed on the floor. "Fuck off." He then carefully embraced Y/n while the boys were still stunned by their confusion, and kissed Y/n's forehead. The boys stood up, all eying Yoongi with the deepest form of resentment they could muster. How dare he claim Y/n for himself! At that point Y/n was too tired to care, basically asleep and just let out a soft laugh. But that was enough for the boys to fall back into a Y/n induced state of euphoria.

When Y/n's father came home, he found Y/n and the boys all cuddled up and asleep on their bed. He laughed and quietly closed the door, letting them rest. "What are you laughing at, Paps?" Kai asked his father. "Oh nothing. Y/n's asleep, so keep it down tonight." Kai nodded abd smiled at the thought of his little sibling all cuddled up. He debated peeking inside, but decided against it as to not wake them. "No worries, I'm going to sleep over at my friend's. I just wanted to grab my bag."

How lucky, indeed.

#yandere bts #cooking club #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere jungkook #yandere hoseok #yandere namjoon #yandere yoongi #yandere v #yandere jhope #yandere rm #yandere jin #yandere suga

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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I’ll Be Your Enemy

Summary: Gojo Satoru is willing to do anything for you. As long as it helps you heal from what haunted your night.

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Word count: 2,019

Content warning: implied but unspecified mental illness, mentions of self-harm (scratching), mentions of character death

A/N: Kind of stumbled upon this masterpiece of a song and I thought it would be ideal for some Gojo HURT. This entire thing takes place after the Cursed Womb Arc, so to say: after Yuji dies.

Song: Be Your Enemy by Taemin ft. Wendy

PREQUEL HERE: Pictures of You

Quickly, quickly. The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned. The door lock clicked faintly, signaling that the door has been unlocked. Satoru made sure to open and close the door softly as he entered the familiar apartment. Putting the spare key into his pocket, he slid out of his shoes. Usually he would have made some big noise to ‘announce his arrival’ but not this time. He left his shoes neatly at the genkan of the residence and slipped into the white slippers that always stood by the wooden door, an extra pair just for him.

23 minutes ago. “Hello?” Satoru had picked up the phone. “Gojo-san! Finally the call went through. I’m glad I am able to reach you now,” the voice on the other end said. “Yo, Ijichi, what’s up?” Satoru greeted. He had been sent to a pretty rural area of Japan to get rid of some pesky curses and the cell phone reception was poor in that place, so it wasn’t surprising that calls didn’t go through at times. In addition to that, some curses that manifested had an electrical ability, which impaired the cell towers at place even more. Almost as if planned. “Gojo-san, I think you need to come back as fast as you can,” the man with glasses on the other end of the line stated calmly. “Why?” was the only thing the white-haired sorcerer said in response. Somehow, he had a strange feeling in his gut. The tone in Ijichi’s voice didn’t do anything to calm this odd feeling either.

“It’s L/N-san. Something horrible happened and I don’t think she is taking it well. I did my best to calm her but I’m at wits’ end too…” Ichiji explained vaguely. Satoru was experiencing a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time - his stomach churned, it felt like his guts were wrenching inside him - at the mention of your name. “Ijichi,” he said in a relatively calm voice. He was lucky his voice wasn’t betraying him by showing what he truly felt in that moment. Satoru’s feet were set in rapid motion. “Stay calm. I need you to explain to me what exactly happened.”

Gojo Satoru might be many things. A tease, a teacher (supposedly), a cruel man, a strong sorcerer, a crazy coach, a walking menace to some, protective, an inspiration to a handful, a venti-sized manchild, idiotic, a sweets maniac, a lifelong student to Yaga, playful, a pillar of the Jujutsu world… but most importantly, he was a caring person. This goes without saying for his students and especially his loved ones. What Ijichi just said on the phone had left his heart stinging in his chest. He was in the kitchen, leaving the bag he brought with him on the table.

“Alright. I will tell you what happened, Gojo-san.” “I am listening.” “I am not sure if you are aware that this happened,” the suit-clad man began, “but one of the missions that was originally assigned to you - a case of utmost priority of a cursed womb - was suddenly taken off of your pile and reassigned…” Satoru’s eyes narrowed underneath the black fabric. The beginning already left a bad taste in his mouth; missions assigned to him were usually first grade or even special grade and he knew all too well that there were nowhere enough first grade, let alone special grade, sorcerers around. So who had it been assigned to? “...to your three first-year students,” Ijichi finished with a sigh. The sickening hotness of rage filled Satoru’s whole body. Already having realized the scenario that must have taken place, he still asked for confirmation, “What grade?” “...Special grade. One casualty.” The picture that you had taken of him, his first years and yourself (so carefully hung up on your wall at home) flashed in front of his inner eye. He clenched his teeth so hard as he wordlessly hung up; it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Such an atrocious inhumane act coated in malice. He was going to kill these dirty-playing bastards. However, that would have to wait until later. Much later. Satoru couldn’t leave you to your own devices, not in this state. The scenario he concluded for himself earlier replayed in his mind several times as he made his way through your completely dark apartment. His heart stung with each beat. It was almost as if someone drove a blade through his chest repeatedly.

When he stood in front of the closed door of your bedroom, he heard soft sobs coming from inside. Should he knock to let you know someone came? He wasn’t sure what to do. He gave the door two soft knocks and entered the room. It was your hunched form on the bed, no doubt. Satoru could not see your face with the way your back was facing him. Slowly he made his way to your bed and crouched down to face you. Your face was swollen and tear-stained, a sight he didn’t see often. His large hand rested on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, a silent question hung in the air.

Finally, you looked at him with your swollen eyes. Almost instantly, your sobs got louder and you reached out for the tall sorcerer. “S-Satoru…” you hiccuped in-between sobs. “Yeah. I’m here, I’m here,” he reassured you and stroked the wet hair out of your puffy face as you threw yourself around him, relentlessly crying into his broad shoulders. The white-haired man enclosed his arms around you but it wasn’t to hug you for comfort.

He scooped your delicate frame up and wrapped a warm blanket around you before leaning your body against the headboard of the bed. He sat next to you on the bed and guided your head onto his shoulders. Your violent sobbing stopped but tears were still flowing freely.

If there was someone who understood the agony, bitterness and distress someone in this line of work had to face, it was Gojo Satoru. The path of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was painted black and red by trials and tribulations. This was why Satoru was so hell-bent on resetting the world he called his obligation. “If you feel exhausted, just lean on me for a second,” his calm voice sounded through the room. There was no answer from you. Even if there was silence, your feelings reached his heart and he spoke again. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Let it go with me. It’ll be easier to shake this burden off and share it, he thought. Of course, he would never dare force you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, as if to get even closer physically.

Ultimately, the woman sucked in a breath and with a shaky voice and recounted everything in her point of view. “I-I.. was on a mission when I… got a call from Ijichi. ‘Something wasn’t right’, he said and… t-told me about the cursed womb. As soon as I heard… that they sent y-your students there, I rushed to the location but…”, you hiccuped, “...I was too late… Y-Yuji, he-” You sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. Satoru turned to you to wipe away the tears and snot with a tissue. “Shhh, I’m here, I’m here”, he reassured once again, “I’ll fix it somehow.” It was just as he thought: those damned higher ups.

“H-How? This is not… something… you can f-fix, Satoru… not even you,” you continued bawling into his shoulders. I’ll kill all the higher ups, he thought to himself. “I don’t know but I’ll be damned if I can’t do something to change this detestable, loathsome and bloody world we live in,” his voice seethed with anger but it quickly died down as he re-focused on the main topic at hand, “there has to be something I can do, I’ll even drag out Sukuna myself if I have to.” “Please, Satoru…” Your whisper was faint and weak, “I… saw Yuji’s corpse... on the ground... I just want to see him one last time…”

Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer undoubtedly put a heavy strain on your mental wellbeing; nobody was spared from it, not even the great Gojo Satoru. Unfortunately, you were one of the people who were much more affected by incidents like these. He realized how badly it hurt your heart, he knew how much all the students meant to you and he knew just how much more fragile you were than you let on in front of other people. Where there is light, there must be shadow. It wasn’t like he was left unscathed by it either but right now, his utmost priority was you.

“Right,” the male sorcerer murmured more to himself. He still had to check something. “I want you to show me your arms, please.” If this had been a command, it had to be the gentlest one you had ever heard. Maybe it was the fact that there was a hint of pain infused in the way he spoke to you just now that made you show your arms so willingly, or maybe it was the fact that he always sounded so earnest when he took care of you like this. He genuinely cared; it was something you shouldn’t be surprised about, considering how long the two of you have known and cared for each other, but it never ceased to leave you in awe. You held out your arms for him to see.

As carefully as possible, the man examined your arms, his touch ghosting over your skin. It was a good thing he came prepared. The angry red lines, dry blood and broken skin on both of your forearms seemed to scream at him: you hurt yourself again. Without a doubt, he felt guilty. “I’ll be right back,” he announced as he slipped away from the bed after fixing your position and stroking your hair tenderly. A few moments later, your tall friend was back with a few medical supplies. Sitting back on the bed, he started to clean and treat your injuries. Besides a few hiccups and whimpers from your side, silence befell the room.

“Don’t you want to curse and insult me?” His eyes were still fixed on bandaging your arms. “No,” was all you said in response, fearing that your voice would give in. “You should though. After all, it was technically my fault...” Even though you were hurting, you knew Satoru was hurting all the same deep down in his heart, seeing that his precious students were the victims in this case. Satoru really treasured disciples. You took a few deep breaths before you replied, “Please don’t ever blame yourself for this… I know you wouldn’t have… let this shit happen. I know how much you adore them.”

“If it makes you feel better... if it can help you heal, I’ll take it. Any words are fine. I can deal with all the painful words…” Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. It was rare but his voice… unmistakably cracked for a second. A shaky chuckle left your lungs, “Please Satoru,” you wrapped your arms around him as well and nuzzled into his shirt again, “I could never treat you like that. You are everything to me but an enemy. Have always been.”

“I’ll be anything you need. I’ll even be your enemy if you ask me to… so please tell me, so that it doesn’t hurt you anymore…” he said shakily. The blindfolded man had masked his pain up until now, for your sake. It was your time to comfort him. Giving him shelter, like he had done for you. He had already experienced far too much hurt.

“Satoru, all I’ll ever need you to be in my life… is the important and comforting presence you have always been. Don’t change. If things are too much, too overwhelming and you become tired, you can lean on me too. I will never leave you.”

There was nothing left to say, no need. It was enough for both of you to be in each other’s comforting presence.

Taglist: @gojos-mochi @megumifushi @bleueluna

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo angst #angst #gojo satoru angst #song fic #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #tw: death #tw: mentions of death #tw: mental illness #tw: self harm #taemin #inspired by taemin #shinee #ibye series

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daringyounggrayson · 3 years

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whumptober day 4: pushed (AO3)

It’s raining. Normally, that’s a non-issue; Dick’s Nightwing suit is mostly waterproof, and his boots are designed to have excellent traction, even in less-than-ideal conditions. But this is pushing it. He’s on top of a moving train, his vision is limited due to the rain and his mask’s broken night vision, and his shoes are struggling to plant themselves firmly on the slippery train roof. And the rain is heavy, coming down in sheets, and the wind is howling, nearly knocking him over on more than one occasion—it’s the worst storm Bludhaven has had in years.

And then there’re the goons trying to knock him off the train. Now their fight has become a strange dance where Dick is trying to dodge blows while also making sure they don’t fall off in their attempts to kill him. The ridiculousness of trying to keep people who are trying to harm him safe is not lost on Dick.

If he could, he’d just stick trackers on them and call it a night, but that’s not an option—there are bombs hidden somewhere in the train and/or along its route. People could die.

A branch from a nearby tree falls onto the train, causing all three men to jump back, seeking cover. Dick nearly slips off again, and from their screams, he’s sure the other two do too. Dick is on his hands and knees, balancing there as he tries to figure out how to use this to his advantage. There’s an entrance a few cars ahead. If he’s quiet and stays out of their line of sight, they’ll probably assume he fell off the train. He could easily get past them and slip inside to stop the train and get everyone off before these two fools can even set off their bombs. Ideally, Dick would also find and disarm the bombs, but replacing a train and some of its tracks is something Dick can live with so long as no one gets hurt.

He lies down on his stomach, army crawling across the train’s roof, letting the branch block him from his enemies’ view. When he gets to the ladder, he slides his legs over the edge until his foot hits a rung. Then he leaps from one ladder to the next, catching the next rung with a tight grip. It would be faster to simply jump across the rooftops, but he needs to be as discrete as possible.

He’s nearly there—just a few yards left to go—when a gun goes off. He instinctively stills and covers his head, and a bullet bounces off the train several feet away from him. Normally, gunshots wouldn’t be a shock in this kind of scenario, but Dick’s already disarmed them, he—

He looks up to find a third partner. He’s just exited from the same place Dick was hoping to enter through, and he’s holding a gun with a shaking hand. Fantastic.

Dick moves like lightning—he charges the man and knocks the gun out of his hand before his trembling fingers can find the trigger.

“How many of your people are here right now?” Dick shouts above the wind, holding the man in a headlock.

“It doesn’t matter. it’s too late,” the man sneers. “You can’t stop us now.”

“That’s what they all say.” Dick swipes his legs and knocks him to the ground, pulling out handcuffs and attaching him to a nearby bar. “But you know what? I kind of like being underestimated.”

Dick stands, planning to walk back to the hatch and enter the train. He hasn’t even taken his first step when heavy footsteps charge toward him. Dick ducks just in time to avoid being body-slammed by one of the goons from the other train car, and the man stumbles, losing his balance and sliding along the length of the roof. He’s quick to get back up and charge Dick again, this time with raised fists and an animalistic screech.

“I’m kind of on a tight schedule here,” Dick calls as he engages in the fight. He really doesn’t have time for this; the train’s picking up speed.

A large gust of wind nearly knocks him over again, and his boots squeak as they try and fail to find traction. The thug lunges at him, tripping over his own feet but managing to land a weak hit against Dick’s shoulder.

It’s ridiculous that it’s enough to send him tipping over the edge.

He tries and fails to find his footing, only managing to slip backward further. He reflexively reaches out for the attacker’s hand, but he forces himself to retract; the odds of Dick pulling him down and killing him are higher than the odds of the man managing to hold their combined weight. As he falls over the edge, the tips of his fingers brush against the train car’s safety bar, but the rain prevents him from grasping it.

He hits the ground, tries to roll with the fall. The initial impact knocks the wind out of him, and he’s left gasping as sharp pain explodes over his head and back. When he finally stops, he’s covered in mud and blood, and every inch of him feels sore. It wasn’t a long fall, but it was fast and hard.

He pushes himself up on shaking elbows, watches as the blurry figures on the roof disappear into the train car. He’s not going to get back there; even if he had the time, even if he had super speed, he doesn’t think he can move. He needs help.

Dick presses his emergency beacon and calls Wally on his comms. He thinks he says something, but he must pass out, because next thing he knows, Wally’s tapping his cheek, begging him to wake up. He’s blurry, which doesn’t make sense, because Wally’s not running—the only thing moving is his hand, and it’s slow.

Instead of voicing his confusion, Dick vomits. Wally rolls him onto his side, talking too fast for Dick to understand.

In between gasps, Dick says, “The train. Bombs.” His voice sounds wrong to his own ears, slurred.

“You’re hurt,” Wally points out, hesitant. His hands are bloody. How did Wally get blood on his hands already?

“I don’t care—you have to save them!” Dick says, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as the pain builds in his head. “Medical is on their way—go!”

oOo

Dick isn’t awake when the medical team arrives, but he does wake up, so he figures they did show up.

He raises his hand to rub at his eyes and finds an IV sticking out of it, stuck to his hand with clear tape. He turns his head, taking in the machines and monitors. He must be in the Watchtower’s ICU.

“Hey,” someone—Wally—whispers on the other side of the bed. “Are you awake?”

“Mmhmm,” Dick mumbles. He turns his head to face Wally, wincing. “Bombs?”

“I took care of it; no one got hurt,” Wally promises.

“Thanks.” Dick closes his eyes. The lights are dim, but they still feel too bright. “How long have I been out?”

“As in unconscious?” Wally sighs, and his chair creaks. “Well, uh, you were in a coma for almost three days. You woke up yesterday, but you’ve been pretty out of it. I’m honestly not confident that you’ll even remember this conversation.”

“Wanna bet?” Dick asks, a loopy smile crossing his face.

Wally laughs. “Sure, I could use ten dollars.”

“I’m going to remember.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I am.” This time Wally doesn’t protest, and Dick takes it as a win. After a moment, he asks, “I’m okay, though, right?”

“Oh sure. Spinal bruising and a brain hemorrhage have nothing on the Justice League’s medical technology and your stubbornness,” Wally says lightly. “What happened to you anyway?”

“Got pushed off a train,” Dick mumbles, words slurring together as he gets closer and closer to unconsciousness. “Probably landed head first on a rock.” He can barely remember the fight, barely remembers falling. Instead of a solid memory, it’s just a bunch of non-chronological snapshots.

“That tracks.” Wally shifts in his chair, and his fingers find their way to the back of Dick’s hand. “It was scary, finding you like that. I thought you were going to die.”

And Dick had told Wally to leave him anyway. He doesn’t regret doing it—someone has to make the hard calls—but he doesn’t envy Wally. “I’m fine,” he tries to reassure.

Wally’s voice is tight when he speaks. “Yeah, you’re going to be fine, because you’re you—but you weren’t fine. And you’re still not. Hell, you’re hooked up to a bunch of machines and you can’t even keep your eyes open.”

Dick opens his eyes and finds that Wally’s are shiny with unshed tears. “Wally.”

“Sorry, it’s just—” Wally shakes his head, wipes the back of his hand across his eyes. “Uh, can I get you anything? Last time I was here you were nauseous.”

“No, stomach’s fine, just tired.” He must be on a million drugs, too. He wonders how many he’ll have to add to his regimen because of this.

Wally nods, then looks down at his watch when it beeps. “I have to go—Watchtower duty. The rest of the original Titans said they were going to stop by later today, and Alfred and Bruce are outside waiting for me to finish, so you won’t be alone.”

Dick hums in acknowledgment. Then he says, “Thanks for coming, the other day and now.”

Wally leans in and hugs him gently, carefully. “Anytime. And take as much time as you need to heal. Seriously—the Titans will be okay without you for a while, even if Roy ends up leading.”

Dick laughs and nods into Wally’s shoulder, and then they let go. Wally leaves with a promise to be back soon, and Dick, determined to remember this conversation, reminds him to bring his ten dollars when he does.

#dick grayson #wally west #nightwing #flash #titans #teen titans #elizabeth writes

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mha-platonic-yanderes · 3 years

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Settling In: Parentals

Inspired by @i-cant-sing and their Yandere Todoroki Clan AU

The room is pink. Well, it’s mostly pink. It’s pink with white furniture and embellishments. The closet doors are white and so is the windowsill. The floor is hardwood brown. But everything else is a bubblegum pink.

You’d prefer another color, one that wasn’t so bright and grating to the eyes. But you don’t say that. You just fiddle with your one dufflebag’s handle. This is all you have left, after bouncing around from group home to group home. A year ago—when your parents died—you had thrice as much. Now this and the backpack for schoolwork is all you have left.

“Do you like it?” The mother of this house and wife to the current number one hero, asks you a question. He’s not here; nobody’s here except you two. The house seems too big for three people, but there are pictures on the wall of others. It doesn’t look lived in; there is no semblance of a family. Though, the pictures on the wall show a six person family. It shows that there are four more people here and you get your own room. In a house with now seven people, you get your own room and you aren’t giving it up.

Despite the pink color and the vast emptiness, you answer honestly, “Yeah, I do.” You do like it, even if it's not for the right reasons

Her hands are on your shoulder. You can feel the increased pressure on one side lift up, almost as if she’d been purposefully holding onto you too tight.

“Good. Now, let’s unpack.” She gracefully takes the bag out of your hand, setting it atop the bed. You sit down alongside it, opening your backpack. A couple of notebooks, pencils, and two textbooks sit inside.

You start to stand, heading to take the materials to the desk they’ve provided. Though, whilst holding a pair of pajamas—slightly too little but in [y/f/c]—she takes the books out of your hand.

“Just relax, [Y/N].” Rei replies, “Let me handle it.”

You sit on the bed twiddling with your blouse’s edge. You wore your best outfit, even though it was just your school uniform, without the frumpy sweater.

The bed is insanely soft. With satin sheets, a thick, fluffy comforter, and a healthy amount of pillows, it's easily the softest place you’ve been.

“I’ll have a driver return your school books back to your former school.” Rei replies, on the other side of the room. You shift to look at her, but she has her back turned to you. “I’ll discuss with my husband what school to place you at.”

“Alright.” You’ve had to transfer schools about three times since last year. Moving again isn’t a hassle anymore. You know not to hope you won’t move again. Though. you know not to get attached to anything in case you have to—in case this doesn’t work out.

“We’ll get you a better education than the one you were definitely receiving.” You can hear the gentle thump of one of your textbooks. She heads back to your duffle bag; it’s now half empty. “My eldest three all went to Somei Private Academy for junior high. Two ended up continuing through highschool as well. My eldest went to Shiketsu and my youngest is in Yuuei now.”

You know those schools. They’re expensive, private academies. You’ve only ever been in public schools. The wealth was obvious when you were picked up in a blackened car with a driver. You just didn’t expect them to spend that money on you, a lowly orphan.

“Or we’ll just hire a set of tutors like we did for our youngest before he went to Yuuei.” She decides what to hang up or fold. You’ll have to go through it all later to find everything. Luckily, you don’t own much—or unluckily, depends on how you look at it. But you don’t dwell on the issue long, responding quickly to the lady, “Alright.”

She smiles at you. It’s sincere, motherly. It’s what your mother would’ve done, before the accident. It’s something you sorely missed since then.

“You’re extremely agreeable, aren’t you?” She finishes out the bag, pressing it into the top of your closet. Your backpack gets sat beside the desk. This room is large and your things are set in its appropriate places across from it.

“I guess.”

“That’s a good thing, darling.” She goes to mess with your hair, “Now, for dinner tonight, let's change you into something a bit nicer, yes?”

You pause, looking at your toes in their pristine white socks. You can see her legs as well, considering how close she is to you, “This is the nicest thing I own.”

“That’s fine. We’ll just have to go shopping for some new things.” Rei replies, taking her other hand to your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “Enji and I know what we are getting ourselves into, buying you a whole new wardrobe will be nothing.”

She takes her hands from your head and into your hands, helping you up.

“Where are we going?” She leads you back from your room to the rest of the house.

“Shopping, darling.” Rei replies, “We have five hours to do so, before I must start dinner, that is. Is there anything you want?”

“No, not really.” She’s already planning to drop a substantial amount of money on you and she’s already being incredibly maternal. You aren’t going to stretch that patience thin and have her snap already. You aren’t going to ruin this for yourself.

She smiles at you, “I’ll figure out what you like soon enough.”

===

The shopping mall standing in front of you was not where you usually would’ve gone. A basic department store, maybe a strip mall if you’re lucky would be where you usually shopped. This place however, is at least four stories high standing stark white and black against the almost colorless blue-grey sky. Though, you don’t get to admire it long. Rei quickly pulls you out of the cold outdoors and into the perfectly heated building.

“Now, I say we head to clothing stores first and then to more home goods type stores, so we don’t have to pack the heavy stuff around. Though, if we get too much to carry, we can send it back to the car and then continue shopping.” Rei replies, “Is that alright?”

You nod, still reluctantly going along this whole situation. The car is actually a limo and you have your own room in a massive estate. You have an impossibly nice and maternal caretaker who’s insanely rich. This is your “Annie” moment; this is your fairytale scenario. The shoe has to drop at some point. You aren’t going to be blindsided when it does.

“Good.” She locks arms with you, holding you close. It’s weird, but not entirely uncomfortable. You want to trust her. Your sense of judgement is clouded, knowing that she can’t really be this nice, but you want her to be like this

She leads you into a clothing store, taking you to the brightly colored section. Rei silently holds a peach colored sweater up to you. She grabs an orange skirt, looking at them both together.

“What do you think of this?” She asks, holding them up together. The sweater is thick,

assumedly warm. The skirt however, isn’t,. You tell her that.

“That’s what some white stockings are for [y/n].” She laughs lightly, “and please call me Rei. You don’t have to be so formal.”

“Alright... Rei.” Acclimating to her is easy. At the moment, you don’t care what the rest of her family is like, she’s nice and maternal and everything you miss from your own mother.

She grabs multiple sweater and skirt combinations, not grabbing a single pair of pants for you. This store doesn’t sell tee shirts or blouses, sticking to a younger, but put together catalog. You briefly entertain the idea of them being traditionalists, but you don’t mind that. You’ve lived in worse houses than one with conservative ideals.

And besides, the outfits are cute. You hope you can keep them if everything goes south.

“Put these on.” She hands you the clothing, “and I want to see every outfit you try on. I want to see if it looks good.”

The fitting rooms are nicer than any you’ve ever been to. When checking the price of the items she’s handed to you, you can see why. The least expensive thing is a 10,000 yen skirt. It’s plain blue, just like the 1,500 yen one you have on now. It's obviously of higher quality, but guilt pangs in your chest at the thought of her spending so much money on you. This is at least a dozen items in here.

You slip it on, alongside the white sweater, filled with gold stars. You look at yourself in the mirror, before heading out the door. Rei sits in a chair, looking at you.

“You look absolutely adorable.” Rei comments, “We’re keeping it.”

She doesn’t let you put your input in. But she’s paying for it, so you don’t complain.

Five more times, you come out in sweater and skirt combinations. She has nothing but praise for each outfit. It’s refreshing. Your last home was less than pleasant.

Rei leaves you to change back into your uniform. All six outfits are bought and placed into two bags, both on her arm away from you. She wraps her other arm into the crook of your arm.

“Onto the next store we go.”

As you all head to a different floor of the mall, you voice concerns you originally had back in the dressing room, “You know… you don’t have to spend so much money on me.” You tell her, then backtrack, “Not that I’m not grateful! I am really! It’s just that I don’t need stuff this fancy, you know?”

“[Y/N], I am your mother now. It’s my duty to get you clothes and stuff.” She says it with a certainty that is oddly comforting. Everything about her is that way, from her soft, smooth skin to her warm, grey eyes to her bright, white smile. She’s intensely maternal, something that you didn’t realize you wanted anymore, until today, “and we must keep you up to the Todoroki standard. After all, you’re going to be one of us for now on.”

Being one of them. You don’t know of any Todorokis; you’ve never been a huge fan of heroes like some of your peers. But belonging, that’s something you’ve craved since it was ripped away from you. A family—that’s what you’ve always wanted.

“All right.”

“Chin up, shoulders back.” She tells you, “You’re new life begins tonight.”

===

Rei never let you carry a single bag throughout your trip. She also wouldn’t let you see any of the receipts or let you have a final word on anything you got. But, you got all nice things—all things you like. So, you don’t mind.

“Change into the white dress with the red and pink roses.” She instructs, “And redo your hair. First impressions are important, after all.”

You haven’t met her husband, nor any of her children. But, as the pictures on the wall show, her husband is Endeavor, the number one hero. Usually you’d meet the person fostering you beforehand, but with his affluence, there needed to be no meetings beforehand.

Following her instructions, you rifle through the bags, finding the dress she wanted you to wear. Slipping out of your old clothes and into the cold, expensive dress is a quick process. Doing your hair to a standard that would make her proud, is not. Eventually you get it right.

Unlike earlier, you take the time to unbag your stuff. You mimic what Rei did in your closet. Shirts, sweaters and dresses are hung up. Skirts, leggings, and stockings are folded in the dresser. The shoes are placed on the inside of your closet. The few decorations you got are placed so that they don’t move what Rei and her husband already got you. She’s extremely peculiar about order. You won’t break that order.

“[Y/N].” She knocks on the door that doesn’t lock, “What’s taking you so long. Do you need help?”

You open the door for her, “I was just putting everything away, Rei.”

She comes in, looking at the room. She pulls the draws out and reopens the closet door, looking inside them. It’s an inspection, to see if everything is up to code.

Rei pinches your cheek, “ It’s perfect, exactly how I imagined it.”

Perfect. She’s praising your work. The word warms your heart, bringing a smile to your face. You haven’t gotten enough praise in your life, clearly.

“Thank you.”

“Now come on.” She tugs at your wrist, “Enji will be here any moment and I need help plating the table. Usually Fuyumi would do it, but you’ll meet my other children at a later date. Tonight is just about you, me, and Enji.”

“Alright.” Relief settles from your scrunched up soldiers. You only have to meet one new person, not five like you assumed. One person is better than five people—even if he is the #1 Hero.

You’re led back through the sitting room and into the dining room. It’s nice, well lit. It’s low to the ground and cushioned. You’ve expected this from this house. Every room besides your own is extremely traditional. You expected the whole house to be like this, once you walked through the doors.

“The plates and cups are in the left cabinet, do be careful with them.” Rei points to a side room, at the back of the dining room, “I’ll bring in the cutlery. Enji should be here soon.”

As if on cue, you hear the front door being opened. A low voice calls out, “Rei, darling? [Y/N]?”

You freeze, plates and cups in hand. Something about the number one hero calling out of your name unsettles you. Though, somehow immediately aware of your apprehension, Rei places a cold hand against your back. You can feel it through the dress, which isn’t surprising, considering how thin it is.

“We’re in the dining room, honey.” Rei takes the plates and cups from your hands, placing them down and simultaneously leading you to your seat. You sit, legs together and bent to the side. You sit currently in the seat to the left of the table’s end.

The number one hero—Rei’s husband—kisses her cheek. He towers over her. She was waiting for him at the entrance. You try not to make any noise; you try not to interrupt them.

She heads to the seat across from you, leaving Endeavor to sit at the head of the table. You aren’t surprised; this family gives of very traditional vibes. He radiates heat to your right, still aflame, showing off his powerful quirk.

The food is already on the table. It’s more than enough for the three people here, possibly more than enough for the six people in the photos—plus yourself. You make your own plate, only getting what you know you’ll eat. You don’t want to take too much, you don’t want to be greedy.

“Make sure you actually get full, [Y/N].” Rei smiles at you. It’s warm and soft.

“I am, Miss.” You can feel Endeavor staring at you, but you don’t look at him. You shift your head down, looking at the plate in front of you. You don’t grab more; you don’t want to ruin their hospitality with your selfishness.

Rei and Endeavor talk to themselves, mostly about work. They occasionally talk about three other people—Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. There are four children in the photos on the wall; it’s a family of six. Though, you don’t ask about the unnamed child, it isn’t your place to do so.

You finish your food fairly quickly, but so do the other two. You look up at Endeavor for the first time tonight, asking, “Can I be excused, sir.”

“No.” He replies, “We have things to discuss.”

“Oh… alright.” You fiddle with the hem of your dress underneath the table, “What do you want to discuss, sir?”

“I’ll take the dirty dishes and excess food.” Rei smiles at you, “You’ll be fine, [Y/N]. Pass me your plate.”

Endeavor waits for Rei to leave to start talking. You are acutely aware of how hot it is now, without Rei’s cooling, calming effect.

“How was your day today?” He starts the conversation off decently well. You look him in the eye, “Good.” You were taught manners growing up; you know how to hold a conversation, no matter how intimidating the person you’re talking to is.

“That is a pretty dress on you, [Y/N].”

“Thank you.”

“Now then. While you are here, there shall be rules you will follow. Rei and I have devised a fair list and she’ll go over them with you extensively in the morning.” He tells you, “Though, the ones concerning you tonight are: no technology post-dinner and that you shall be in bed by ten o’clock. Rei shall wake you up at seven am tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Those aren’t too harsh rules; other homes have had worst lists. Though, you won’t make a final decision on that until tomorrow. You tentatively ask another question, “Uhhh, sir. Rei mentioned other children. If you don’t mind me asking, where are they?”

“Shoto goes to U.A. They have dorms now and are forced to stay there. Fuyumi and Natsuo have since moved out, but visit occasionally. You’ll meet them when it is appropriate.” Endeavor tells you, “And [Y/N], call me Enji. You are now dismissed.”

“Alright, Enji.” As you stand to leave, you use his name, “Thank you.”

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