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lorenid · 11 months

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Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan.

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word.

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck.

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors.

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too.

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around.

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug.

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop.

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts.

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort.

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in.

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared.

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush.

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again.

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea.

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops.

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead.

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention.

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side.

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname.

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart.

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous.

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt.

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering.

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips.

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.

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cellarspider · 2 months

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12/?? Things come to a head

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We return to that shambling mass of a film, Prometheus.

Content warnings for body horror, contagion-y stuff, something that loosely be described as medical horror, It’s Been 0 Days Since Our Last Incident, and me, going on a ramble about movie gore to distract myself from The Madness.

There's a lady in this scene who's had a number of speaking lines so far–the maybe-chemist. She has a name, but it doesn’t matter.

But I'm going to call her Doctor Frankenstein.

They have just got the helmet off the head, revealing that it’s truly, unmistakably humanoid. They have noted that there are “new cells” on the head. In the business, we call that “decomposition”, but Doctor Frankenstein is not concerned with this. In fact, she immediately proposes a new plan.

Doctor Frankenstein has had the brilliant idea to plug a big cable into the head like it’s a guitar amp, and zap it with electricity to wake it up.

Yes. This is what the movie goes with.

You know, Alien included a similarly shambolic first examination of an alien subject, but it was performed because said alien was attached to a man’s face, and all they had to try and fix that was the contents of a cargo ship’s medbay, with the only qualified personnel being the corporate android who had been ordered to consider the crew expendable. The crew of the Prometheus has no such excuse.

Well, except for David, he has precisely the same excuse, but he’s not trying to poke wires in anybody’s ears.

Doctor Frankenstein calls for enough amperage to run three electric kettles (cite 3), then all the way up to two Titan RTX graphics cards before the head starts to get what appears to be a massive migraine.

I know this expression well, migraines can feel very much like someone is subjecting me to unnatural horrors.

This is getting a little extreme, though. Yes, when the head starts pulsing, they realize they may have made a mistake.

I’d say this was inexplicable behavior on their part, unbelievably hasty and foolish–and I will say it, actually, it deserves to be said. But in context, this is the team that did so little prep for entering the alien structure that they didn’t notice the giant fuckoff skull carved into the outside of it.

Knowing how much Shaw and Holloway read into the intentions of the Engineers from the depictions they found on Earth, they probably would’ve interpreted this as a good sign, somehow.

Anyway, they put a sneezeguard down over the head before it explodes.

Good job everyone. This is like what would’ve happened if Napoleon’s savants took one look at the Rosetta Stone and decided “maybe we should try hitting it with hammers. Surely that’ll make the knowledge fall out.”

From a horror perspective, this scene only works in two contexts: First, gross-out. Generally found in schlock, exploitation, and outsider art flicks, the tone of gross-out content can be highly variable, but there are two general trends I'd mention, which are of relevance to this movie.

First, gross-out tends to exist in that weird alternate space where lots of comedy movies do: characters will behave in unreasonable ways for no apparent reason. Within the film, this is treated as the universal norm, besides maybe a straight man character who highlights the absurdity. Gross-out is often like that, but pushes different boundaries of acceptable behavior than a traditional comedy.

This is, bafflingly, what Prometheus increasingly feels like. It feels like it's transitioning into gross-out schlock, and yet it never goes all the way.

Second: the audience for gross-out is largely self-selecting. If you're watching John Waters' Pink Flamingos, you expect things to get messy. You are looking forward to things getting messy. A head exploding is perfectly par for the course in gross-out horror. One might even be disappointed if there wasn't an exploding head.

But again, this movie was not marketed on gross-out. It was marketed as a tense, Alien-esque horror movie. If you followed that premise like I did, you're not in the theater to view a debauched spectacle, you're there for the movie to put a well-paced squeeze on the characters and your nerves, where half the horror comes from having the room to really think about how frightening the core concepts of the series are.

Does Alien involve some shocking gore? Sure does! But in Alien, Kane's fate is not there to make you laugh and exclaim "ewww!" at how far the film's gone, the film tries to make you very aware of how horrifying his demise is.

So, there's an alternate way this scene works, if you're coming in from that perspective. I don't think the movie intended this as much as the gross-out, but it's what I drew from it at the time: the scene works if you decide not to focus your sympathies on the human characters at all, or even David, and think about it from the perspective of the head.

It’s patently impossible that what they did actually “woke up” the brain inside that skull. But if we sink to the movie’s level and entertain the idea for a moment, what in the hell have they just done to this Engineer? The last thing the head would’ve remembered was running, falling, decapitation, and then this. They just tortured this poor bastard for no adequately explained reason. There’s none! “I think we can trick the nervous system into thinking it's still alive” is the entirety of the explanation. It makes about as much sense and seems as thoughtlessly violent as anything in Mad God (2021, content warning for body horror).

I already spent all my anger about desecrating bodies in the name of shambolic pseudoscience, I have no more rage to give for now. And similarly in the theater, I hit my limit. I’d already hit a different limit back when they landed the Prometheus on top of some archaeology, but now I’d fully given up on this movie being what I’d hoped it would be.

The maddening thing that keeps me obsessed with it is that it keeps throwing random scraps of that hypothetical movie into the mix anyway, bouncing me like a yo-yo between scenes.

But for right now, the yo-yo is still on the descent. Having exploded the first sample of alien biology ever touched by science, they apparently stuck some of it in a generic, science-y DNA machine. What does the DNA machine tell them?

“DNA match”.

The movie does not actually explain what this means. It thinks it does, but in a very vague and handwave-y way that ends up being even more hilarious than if they’d just been out-and-out wrong. Because this is what I do for a living, I want to science at this for a bit.

But I’ve written enough about it for an entire post on its own, so that will wait until next time.

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Citations for alt-text rambles, as well as some text-text rambles:

1. https://www.behance.net/gallery/78297841/Semiotic-Standard (contains a high-quality download for the symbols, should ye wish them for yourselves)

2. https://www.sculpturedepot.net/clay-wax-tools/product.asp?Steel_Tools

3. Doctor Frankenstein calls for 30 amps first, then 40, then 50 in the space of several seconds. According to wikipedia, an electric kettle is about 16.6A, and a 288W high-performance graphics card would require 24A. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orders_of_magnitude_(current) That graphics card isn’t mentioned by name, but it matches up with the wattage reported by Tom’s Hardware for a Titan RTX (cite 4). Running with two of these things, you might be able to run 4k Ultra settings on some games without tanking your framerate. They could’ve been playing video games and seen way more exploding heads.

4. https://www.tomshardware.com/features/graphics-card-power-consumption-tested

5. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alien_(film)#Design

6. https://www.reddit.com/r/MovieDetails/comments/f4rf63/for_the_chestburster_scene_in_alien_1979_the/

7. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8e/2f/9b/8e2f9b0716746aac7ce5b2f369bf4082--aliens--scene.jpg

8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karyotype#Human_karyogram

9. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centromere

10. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centromere#Telocentric

11. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G_banding

12. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proteinogenic_amino_acid

13. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hula_language

#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012)#This movie is a study in so much tonal dissonance #It was so pretty and yet so broken #insert Benoit Blanc “compels me though” meme here

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kazumist · 1 year

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LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS WITH HIM .ᐟ

✩ — includes: albedo, xiao, kazuha x gn!reader. fluff with a hint of crack if u squint. no cws. wc: 693. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

albedo — !

going to a playground at one in the morning to play on the swings, wandering around a small grocery store with you in the cart and him pushing you, lips meeting as you two smile cheekily at each other, you and albedo do random stuff when you spend time together at this hour.

during the day he will paint or sketch you while at night you two avoid bringing art into your quality time (albedo said it’s to rest his mind from art but you know he’s itching to do a small sketch of you). however, albedo gets more clingy during the night. always using some sort of childish tone that no one (except for you) has heard of before. “let’s go to the playground? i want to sit on the swings.” or something of the like. and he always gets clingy at these moments, wanting your fingers to comb through his hair while he lays on your lap on the grass.

to every second of every minute that albedo gets to spend time with you— he is grateful. he’s grateful because he can love you during every second that he is with you.

xiao — !

late night drives while holding hands (one hand is driving and one hand is holding yours), having movie marathons until the sun slowly starts to rise, watching random tapes and viewing the pictures that he took back then to reminisce the memories, xiao doesn’t really like going out late in the night but if it’s with you then why not?

small whispers of the two of you planning on what to do for your date the next day, xiao tracing constellations on your hands and slightly playing with your fingers as he listens to you ramble, he wasn’t the one to talk a lot. even when you started dating, he doesn’t talk a lot but he listens. and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

you two would also try to bake at around midnight, he’d suggest to just buy online but you reminded him that most stores are closed at this hour so there’s no choice but to make pastries yourselves. painting each other with the frosting as you wait for the small cake to bake, running away from him as he chases you around the kitchen. catching you in his arms despite both of you being covered in flour but honestly? no one really cared. it was just the two of you in your little world together anyways. who are others to judge?

“did you check the cake if it’s done?” well, that might be a problem.

kazuha — !

making small origamis, flying around paper planes in empty streets, slow dancing alone while music from his phone played. it gets a bit chaotic with you and kazuha. every late night date is a different one. it’s either you stay inside or go out doing the most stupid yet cutest things.

there’s times where you go on small staircases and jump down while he catches you, and there’s also times where you two stay at home as he teaches you how to make a paper crane despite it being literally two hours past midnight, and of course there are times where you both just crave food so you eat snacks together while watching shows.

it’s never a dull moment with kazuha. although he seems to be the one who’s laid back and chill at first glance, once you get to know him you’d notice that he tends to be the opposite sometimes. he gets pretty childish and clingy at times too, and you find it endearing to think about how he only becomes like this towards you.

“are you sleepy? we can sleep now if you want.” god, you love it when he talks to you in that tone, it just feels so comforting and soft. you shook your head at him, trying to say no but your eyes slowly closing says otherwise. kazuha chuckles at this before slowly picking you up and bringing you to the bed where you can comfortably sleep.

with a kiss on your forehead, he whispers softly, “goodnight, sleepy head.”

#( writings )#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #albedo #xiao #kazuha #we dont talk about how long this piece actually took me

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-seven: "The Grocery Run"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt offers to make you dinner. The pair of you take a trip to a grocery store to get what you need for the meal.

Matt struggles with sensory overload. You also get the feeling there's more behind what he asks you, but you can’t quite seem to figure out what…

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.2k

a/n: A little Matt hurt/comfort installment here! And also, later in this series there is a hurt/no comfort arc known as Big Angst (my AO3 readers got paragraphs of end notes of my ramblings about, but just a head's up, you begin to slowly see tension arise between Matt and Reader about a particular topic... As always, you can find the entire list of installments available on tumblr here. Enjoy!

“So, are you free tonight?” Matt asked, slipping his hand into yours as the door to the coffee shop closed behind the pair of you.

Burying your chin into your scarf, the cold November wind chilling you, you fell in step beside Matt on the sidewalk. His cane was tapping rhythmically in front of the pair of you as you helped him navigate the busy afternoon foot traffic of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Yes, I’m free tonight,” you told him, smiling a little into the knitted fabric of your scarf. You’d already spent most of this late Saturday morning and early afternoon together and you felt giddy at the thought of him still not getting enough of you yet. “Something you had in mind?”

His hand squeezed yours, the little gesture drawing a wider smile to your mouth. You lightly bumped your shoulder into his in return.

“I was considering cooking you dinner, if you’d like?” he suggested.

Your left hand flew up to your chest, just over your heart, as you gasped dramatically. Matt’s head turned towards you, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards under his dark lenses.

“Matthew Murdock,” you teased lightly, “are you trying to wine and dine me?”

“You caught me,” he joked back.

Laughing lightly, your gaze dropped back to the sidewalk before the pair of you. The smile was still on your lips as you leaned a little into his side, feeling a bit of his warmth radiate along your side through his winter jacket. You loved living in the city, but you’d begun to love it even more simply for the fact that you often walked everywhere and had an excuse to hold Matt’s hand when he was with you.

“I’d love that,” you told him. “But the issue is, you never have food in your apartment. Did you actually go grocery shopping for this?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No,” he admitted. “Honestly I just decided on it while we were having coffee so I still need to go pick up something to make.”

“Or…we could go now?” you offered, glancing at him beside you with a raised brow. “I can come with, if you’d like?”

His head tilted to the side, the smile slipping off of his face as he thought for a moment. As you approached the street corner, you turned the pair of you down another street, Matt following your lead as you took the pair of you closer to a grocery store that you knew was nearby.

“I guess,” he answered slowly. “If you don’t mind? It’s just that…I tend to have a hard time at grocery stores. I hate them, really,” he admitted, a faint frown on his mouth. "If I don't have groceries delivered I usually go with Foggy."

“Is that why your fridge is always so bare?” you asked, half-joking.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, not exactly. You know I’m usually not at home,” he replied. "Either I order takeout or I don't eat."

"Or I force feed you when you stop by at night," you teased.

"Yes," he agreed, shooting you a grin that had your stomach flipping. "You do that quite often. You know,” he began, tone turning playful, “you might actually be the sole reason I haven't starved yet.”

Leaning over, you placed a gentle kiss to his jacket-clad shoulder. Your eyes caught the little upward curve of his lips in response to the gesture. When you turned your attention ahead of you, you saw the grocery store just halfway down the block.

“So why don’t you like grocery stores?” you asked him curiously. “Besides the fact that most of them around here lack braille signage.”

He glanced downward towards his feet as if he was embarrassed or uncomfortable before he spoke. “Too much noise and stimulation,” he muttered. “Lots of people. Lots of scents. It’s just…it’s all overwhelming. And you’re right, there’s nothing labeled in braille. It’s just not an enjoyable experience.”

You frowned, lowering your head to rest along his shoulder as the pair of you walked. "I figured about the braille but I guess I never really thought about how assaulted your senses must feel in a place filled with people and food," you mused.

"Yeah, I'm not a fan," he murmured.

"We don't have to make dinner," you said. "Or I can grab everything myself so you don't have to go?"

He leaned over, kissing the top of your head. You smiled contentedly, eyes briefly closing as his warm lips lingered against you. Fuck, you loved this man.

"I'll be okay," he whispered into your hair. "I've got you with me."

You laughed lightly, head still resting along his shoulder as you both neared the store. "You say that like I have some sort of super power," you joked. "Pretty sure that's just you, Matty."

"Actually," Matt quickly countered enthusiastically, "you do. It's right here."

You watched as he paused mid-step, raising the hand holding his cane and tapping a finger lightly over your winter coat, just over your heart. Immediately one of your brows rose curiously onto your forehead as you glanced down at his finger.

"I'm not following," you admitted.

He laughed, returning his cane to the sidewalk as you both approached the grocery store. "Your heartbeat," Matt explained. "It's calming, in its own way. Oftentimes it's racing or a little uneven, but I like how it sounds. It's unique, more than most heartbeats, so it's easy to zero in on."

He cleared his throat and your head shifted along his shoulder, glancing up at him. Your eyes narrowed as you swore you saw pink tinge his cheeks.

"I uh, I usually focus on it whenever I get overwhelmed," he admitted softly. "Even before Marci and Foggy's wedding."

Your heart gave a little stuttering beat at that admission. Beside you, Matt chuckled, his hand squeezing yours.

"Like I said," he began, "oftentimes it's racing or a little uneven, especially when it comes to me."

Feeling a faint blush creep along your face at the new knowledge that Matt had been paying that close of attention to your heart for far longer than you’d realized, you drew the pair of you to a stop in front of the store. Removing your head from his shoulder, you awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and bit your lip.

“You still have a way of making me nervous,” you muttered under your breath. “But uh, we’re here.”

Reaching a hand out, you held the door to the store open for Matt. Your eyes quickly noticed the way his entire body seemed to tense, completely going rigid. A slight frown slipped onto your mouth at the sight as you watched him step into the store. You desperately wished there was something you could do to make this less of a difficult experience for him.

“Cart or basket?” you asked, trying to keep your voice low as you stepped in beside him.

“Basket is fine,” he answered, posture rigid. “Don’t particularly plan to be here long enough to fill a cart.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you grabbed a basket from the stack near you. As your focus returned to Matt, you saw him folding up his cane. One of your brows rose curiously as you watched him.

“You mind if I just hold onto your arm?” he asked.

Shaking your head, you answered, “Not at all. You want me to put your cane in the basket?”

He shot you a strained smile, nodding quickly. “If you could, thanks,” he replied.

You grabbed the cane from him, quickly depositing it into the basket that you’d looped the handles of over the crook of your arm. Afterwards, you placed one of Matt’s hands along your bicep. He gripped it fairly tight, tighter than he usually did when you helped guide him.

“So what are we grabbing?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light as you led him to the open produce section before the pair of you. You noticed it was fairly busy today, judging by the handful of people milling about the fresh produce. “You have something in mind?”

He cleared his throat, head tilting to the side. “How do you feel about lamb chops?” he asked curiously.

Your brows furrowed, not expecting him to suggest that. “It sounds fancier than what I cook,” you answered. “Honestly, I've never had it before.”

“Are you open to it?” he asked, raising a brow behind his lenses.

“Matt,” you began lightly, “you should know by now that I’m usually always open to trying things with you.”

He leaned down towards you, a sly grin on his face as he whispered into your ear. “Yes, but that’s generally in the bedroom,” he whispered. “I’m talking about eating something that’s actually food right now.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his words and you swallowed hard, glancing away. His hand abruptly tightened its grip on your arm as a woman pushing a cart with an irritatingly squeaky wheel passed the pair of you. Faintly you registered her perfume on top of that before you realized that had probably been a vastly more intense experience for Matt to endure than it was for you, judging by the death grip he had on your bicep.

“So, we’re currently in the produce section,” you began, trying to focus the pair of you so you could get Matt out of here quicker. “Do we need some vegetables?”

“What are your thoughts on roasted brussel sprouts?” he asked, seeming slightly distracted.

“I enjoy them,” you answered with a grin. “Is that what you want?”

Matt nodded silently beside you, his attention briefly darting off to the side as the corner of his lips turned down. Taking a moment to scan around you for where the brussel sprouts were located, you wondered what he was currently focused in on. Eyes catching sight of the little green vegetables, you gently tugged your arm against Matt’s hold. His head quickly snapped back towards you as you carefully guided him through the produce section, maneuvering the pair of you around other people and the displays of produce until you both reached the brussel sprouts.

“Do you want–” you began, but were quickly cut off when Matt’s free hand darted out.

Tilting your own head to the side, you watched in curious silence as Matt’s hand scanned along a few different bags filled with brussel sprouts before you. You’d been about to offer to pick one out, planning to find one that looked the freshest, but apparently Matt had his own way of doing things. After a moment he carefully placed one of the bags into the basket hanging off of your arm and your brows rose onto your forehead as you took in the sight of some really fresh brussel sprouts.

“How did you do that?” you asked him in awe.

His attention shifted towards you, a little grin forming on his mouth. “I have heightened senses, remember?” he whispered. “I can focus on which one smells the freshest.”

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He chuckled lightly beside you, though his grip was still tight on your arm.

“Does that work with all food items?” you asked him curiously.

He shrugged beside you. “I suppose so, yeah. Why?”

“Ugh,” you groaned out playfully, turning the pair of you around. “It’s such a shame grocery stores are so awful for you to endure because I would kill to have you pick out fruit. I am terrible at it. I'd never have a bad watermelon again.”

“Good to know I should never trust you with buying the fruit in the future,” he teased, amused.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously as your attention returned to him. “What do you mean?” you asked.

He shot you a tight lipped smile, as if he’d said something he hadn’t meant to before he quickly shook his head. “Let’s grab a few potatoes for tonight,” he diverted, his attention shifting away from you.

As you led him towards the potatoes, you kept side-eyeing him suspiciously. What had he meant by that? It was almost like he implied there’d be a reason you’d be buying the groceries for the pair of you in the future…

“We need a few red potatoes,” he said, his voice cutting through your train of thought. “I can pick them out if you guide me to where they are.”

You reached out, grabbing his wrist and drawing his hand to the section of red potatoes in the display. Immediately Matt began searching for the best ones, his hand briefly feeling around the potatoes.

“I take it all potatoes smell the same?” you asked him.

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder at you with an amused grin. “Yes, sweetheart,” he teased, “all potatoes smell pretty much the same.”

“You’re the one with the fancy Devil senses,” you mumbled as he returned to his task. “How am I supposed to know how potatoes smell to you?”

He chuckled, turning and dropping a few of them into the basket. “I suppose that’s a fair point,” he conceded. “Now, we should probably get the lamb. Then maybe a good red wine?”

Your eyes narrowed immediately at the mention of ‘good red wine.’ “Is there a reason you’re making a fancy meal that includes a good red wine, Murdock?” you asked him suspiciously.

He shot you a little grin, shaking his head. “I just want to make my girl a nice dinner. Is that so wrong?” he questioned.

You snorted out a laugh, Matt’s grin only widening at the sound. Leading the pair of you towards the area labeled ‘Meat’, careful to avoid Matt bumping into everyone else who was not remotely paying attention to anything outside of themselves, your eyes began scanning for lamb chops.

“Your girl, huh?” you teased, eyes roving the various packages.

“Mhmm,” he hummed back.

Chewing your lip, your eyes continued to scan the refrigerated shelves. Eventually you spotted the packages, pointing them out to Matt. Wordlessly you saw him reach out, touching a couple packages briefly before grabbing one. As he turned to set it in the basket, you saw him flinch at the exact same time a baby began crying somewhere in the store. Rigid once again, he placed the package of meat into the basket, his hand gripping hard to your bicep.

“We can leave,” you instantly told him. “If this is too much, we don’t have to stay.”

He shook his head, lips thinned out into a straight line. There was a pained look on his face even with his glasses on and you found yourself frowning at the sight.

“Are you still wanting to grab that wine before we check out?” you asked him hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he answered, voice tight.

Nodding slowly, you turned, leading the pair of you towards the long row of aisles past the produce and meat. As you began leading the pair of you past row after row, your eyes were focused on scanning the various signs above them looking for the section with the alcohol. You had been so focused that you didn’t realize Matt had come to a stop behind you until his firm grip on your arm jolted you to a sharp stop. You paused, turning to look over your shoulder at Matt.

Immediately you felt your heart sink. You could see the tight crease between his dark brows that were drawn together low behind his lenses. The muscle in his cheek was twitching visibly, as if he was grinding his teeth together. Behind his glasses you could make out the pinched look on his face.

You stepped back towards him, facing him fully as his hand only wrapped tighter around your arm. “Matty?” you asked nervously. “You okay? Do we need to go?”

The muscles in his cheek continued to jump and twitch, but he made no move to answer. Chewing the inside of your own cheek, you carefully tried to draw him in towards you. He accepted your embrace easily; his face immediately lowered into the skin of your neck that was exposed just above your scarf. You carefully wrapped your one arm around his back, aware of the basket still hanging off of it. Your other hand slid up between the pair of you, coming to gently rest along the back of his head, your fingers gently carding through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him whisper into your neck.

“What?” you asked in shock, ignoring the looks being shot your way from other customers. Normally, you’d have been self-conscious drawing attention to you in any store, but right now you didn’t remotely care. Matt was having a hard time and that was all that mattered to you.

“I’m sorry I can’t handle a simple grocery trip,” he explained.

“Matt, stop,” you said firmly. “If I could be aware of half of the things you always are, I’d probably always be crying on the floor. Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” You lowered your forehead, resting it against his temple. “Do you want to go?” you asked softly. “Or is there something I can do to help?”

He nuzzled his face further into your neck, his hand on your lower back holding you tight to him. “This is helping,” he whispered. “Just…let me focus on you for a minute?”

“Take all the time you need,” you assured him, your hand still gently carding through his hair.

The two of you had stayed like that for a few minutes, just standing in your strange, silent embrace in front of the loaves of bread. A handful of people gave you both strange looks as they pushed their carts past but you ignored them. Eventually Matt pulled away, a sheepish smile on his face as your arms released him.

“Thank you,” he said awkwardly.

"Of course, Matt," you said, placing his arm back onto your bicep. "It's not like you haven't always been there to help me whenever I need it. Is there anything that would help you though?"

He smiled a little less uncomfortably now, stepping back beside you and nudging your arm, encouraging you to continue walking. You resumed your search for the wine section, once again guiding the pair of you past the various aisles filled with different items.

"Your voice," he answered. "Your voice helps."

A blush rose to your cheeks as you spotted the alcohol section a few aisles down, just past the coffee and tea aisle. Leading the pair of you that way, you said, "Now I feel put on the spot to blurt something entertaining."

He chuckled softly beside you. "How about you tell me about that story you've been digging into?” he suggested. “You have been oddly silent about it the past week and a half."

You pulled him down aisle eight, leading you both to the vast section of red wines. "I found some leads," you told him, eyes roving the many bottles of wine before you. "Enough to dig into it and have Ellison extend my deadline. I've been working on it on the side of my other stories, but I think this Wayland Corporation is a part of something bigger. I just can’t figure out what yet."

"You said there was a possible connection to Figueroa?" Matt pressed.

"Oh there's definitely a connection," you assured him. "He was an investor–like big time investor–in Wayland. Pretty sure Figueroa still has a company that is actively investing a hefty amount of money while he's in prison."

"Maybe you shouldn't be looking into this," Matt said, a dark edge to his tone.

You shifted, turning to look at him beside you. A serious, concerned expression had taken residence on his face as he gazed back at you. Those dark red lenses looked almost intimidating.

"Matt, this is literally what I do," you stated firmly. "I'm an investigative journalist. I investigate things. And I am not letting this go."

"If there's someone bigger than Figueroa behind whatever is going on, you're going to put yourself in danger, sweetheart," Matt pushed.

You shook your head, eyes landing back on the red wines. "I'll be fine, Matt. No one's going to kill me. And if things start looking like they’ll be dangerous, I'll let you know, okay?" Shooting him a quick look, you saw his jaw was set firm. "You want to help pick out a wine or…?" you asked awkwardly.

"Any cabernet should do," he answered in a clipped tone.

You frowned, turning to face him fully beside you. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" you asked him carefully.

"I just don't want to see you getting hurt," he replied stiffly.

Reaching a hand up nervously, your fingertips gently brushed along the length of his jaw. It was always one of your favorite things to do, touching him like this. His expression softened a little and you smiled, a bit of the tension you’d felt easing.

"I'll be careful," you promised softly. "But now picking out a red wine to pair with lamb on the other hand," you began, spinning back towards the shelves of options as your hand lowered, "is something I do not feel capable of handling."

Matt chuckled beside you, stepping forward and grabbing a bottle off the shelf just to your right. You watched as he set the bottle in the basket, mouth slightly agape. How in the hell did he keep doing that?

"Oh, yeah," you joked, "that was definitely the bottle I was eyeing."

He grinned at you, tugging your arm a little. "Sure, sweetie. You made a great choice. Now let's get the hell out of here before more people start arguing at the same time a child is breaking a jar of pickles on top of the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, this terrible flashback to the nineties music playing on the speakers, the seven different plastic bags currently rustling, and–"

"Oh my God ," you said, guiding the pair of you out of the aisle quickly. "Let's get you out of here before your head explodes, because now I'm starting to worry. No one should be able to experience that many different sensations all at once."

"I agree," he said, removing his hand from your arm to wrap himself around your waist, lowering his chin to your shoulder as the pair of you walked. "But all of that is nice in one particular situation."

You rolled your eyes, trying to control your body’s reaction to his implication. "You would still find a way to think about that," you mumbled.

"I'm always thinking about that with you," he countered, voice low.

A thought struck you as you neared the front of the store. "So that's why you're making me dinner!" you blurted.

"What? No!" he quickly responded.

"Oh it totally is," you teased him. "You are trying to wine and dine me."

"Sweetheart, I just wanted to make you a nice dinner," he assured you.

Your head turned, glancing curiously at him beside you as your pace slowed a bit. He was chewing his bottom lip, the movement catching your eye. Why did he seem nervous?

"...and to have an excuse to ask you to stay the night again,” he quickly added.

A smile spread over your lips, shaking your head as you pulled the pair of you into a line to check out. "Matt, you don't need to make dinner or come up with an excuse for me to stay, just ask," you told him.

"But,” he began slowly, his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, his voice filled with something you couldn’t quite make out, “what if I want you to stay the night more often?"

You placed the grocery basket onto the conveyor belt, brows furrowing together as you pulled his cane from it. "We already stay at each other's places multiple times a week," you said. "You want me over…more?"

Turning and looking up at him, you took in the hard to read expression on his face. Once again he almost looked nervous. Why?

"Yes," he said softly.

"I mean…I guess I can stay over more…" you said, brows still furrowed as you studied him beside you. "I just have to figure out how to get to work faster in the mornings when I do. I can’t keep pissing Ellison off and bribing him with coffees."

"You can always leave some of your clothes and things at my place," he offered quickly. “Toothbrush. Shampoo and conditioner. Whatever you need.”

Your brows shot up onto your forehead. He wanted you to leave some of your stuff at his place? Were you hearing him right?

"Oh, uh, yeah…I uh, I guess that would–would help…" you stammered nervously. “So I could get ready there in the mornings when I stay over, I suppose.”

As Matt silently smiled back at you, you began to wonder why it felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t have long to wonder as the cashier greeted the pair of you and began ringing up your items.

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Almost dying twice in one day doesn't seem like your idea of Fun

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Blood, injury, almost dying, feinting

Word count: Roughly 4K

A/N: You'd gone to Fortuna on the promise of your own practice. Too bad you should have realized that an offer that sounds too good to be true tends to be just that. Hiding in your office as something that you refuse excuse beats down your door expecting to die, only for a knight in shining armor to show up. Well he's clad in a red leather jacket and you sure as hell don't think he's a knight. Letting him carry you around like a sack of potatoes is a lot better than being made into a human skewer though.

Chapter two: You really don't have any luck. Waking up and almost dying for a second time, at least your leather clad hero seems happy to let you ramble instead of facing the facts that demons are real. For now.

Back in the Devil May Cry Office a week earlier

“The order of the sword huh?” Dante had a feeling when Lady walked in he was going to end up dragged into another mess.

“Yes. Are you familiar with them?”

“Sorry. Religion and I don’t mix.” A quirk of his eyebrow as he kept eating not missing the silent chuckle coming from Trish. It might have gone without saying as to the reason, most religions weren't fans of those of demonic descent being a part of them.

“It’s a small congregation that gathers in the castle town of Fortuna. I guess the only ones who would have heard of it are the ones who take an interest in this type of thing.” With the tone Lady had, Dante could tell she was trying to butter him up for something.

“Like you.”

“Exactly. So just how much do you know about Sparda?”

“Well. From what I figure. There’s a lot of confusion surrounding him.” Glancing to Trish to see if the demon had anything to add from her time in Hell.

As the blond kept eating her pizza Lady continued on. “The story goes that Sparda served as the feudal lord of the city long ago. The people who live there today take these legends as truth and worship him just like a god.”

“They worship a demon as a god?” If Dante had ever felt incredulous regarding anything about his father he sure felt it now. Then again his old man did have more than a few humans that had been interested in the legend about him more than once.

“Peaceful worship can’t be condemned, but the real problem is the order. Lately, they’ve been running amok catching demons and have even butted in on some of my jobs.”

“Huh, maybe they’re starting a zoo.” Leaning across his desk only to have Lady steal his slice of pizza.

“Not just demons. They’ve also been targeting Devil arms like the ones you have.”

“OK then. A museum. So what?” A quick dart of his hand and he had the baked crust loaded with cheese back in his hand taking a bite.

“Doesn’t that concern you?” Lady leaned back from his desk, and folded her arms across her chest as Dante shrugged, continuing to eat his slice of pizza that he nabbed back. “Or how about that they might be collecting others that are part demon?” That has Trish and Dante pausing to look at her. “I see that has your attention.”

“What makes you think they might be collecting people that are part demon?” While it might have Dante’s attention, part of him is skeptical, there aren’t that many outside of the folks living on Vie de Marli.

“Right now it’s just rumors, but almost everyone in the town believes in Sparda. The town isn’t very friendly to outsiders who aren’t a direct part of the Order or those who are born there. It’s made it a bit of a pain to investigate but.” Raising a single finger while looking down her nose Lady grins. “A year ago a new doctor came into town, with zero ties to the locals, and was brought in by the current leader. With their general view of outsiders, I dug into the doctor, and it turns out she seems to be something of a miracle worker.”

“That doesn’t sound like anything to prompt me to think she’d be part demon.” Huffing and going back to his pizza as if to say give me something to go on. Watching as Lady sauntered around his office as if she owned the place.

“The doctor herself seems to think nothing of it, but people say they see her for bumps and bruises that are gone within hours of her touching them. Before she left for Fortuna she worked in one of the bigger cities and it sounds like the same thing but on a bigger scale. Broken bones healed in a matter of days over weeks and irreparable nerve damage being healed as if it never happened. The real interesting part? This doctor doesn’t seem to know she’s the cause. Even the medical folks haven’t figured it out as they just think it’s miracles out of nowhere, except for the Vicar of the Order of the Sword who offered her a job.”

Another shrug from Dante. “I’m listening but I’m not seeing anything to connect a so-called miracle worker to being part demon.”

“Demons that can heal others are exceptionally rare.” Trish quips before sauntering off the table and heading for the back room.

“Still doesn’t mean anything, she could be a front for something else.” Calling over his shoulder as Dante didn’t move his eyes from Lady. “I still don’t see why you’d think she’s possibly part demon.”

Rolling her eyes and giving her shoulders a shake before leaning down on the edge of his desk once more. “I’m just saying it’s an interesting rumor.” Only to have his pizza snagged again.

“Alright say she is, and everything else you’ve said. So what?” Giving up on getting his lunch back Dante kicked his feet up onto his desk leaning back into his chair.

“Well, what if their intentions are foul? And there’s a diabolical plan behind these apparently random acts?”

“Well then. I’d have something to keep me occupied.” Pushing himself to his feet before calling out over his shoulder “Trish!” Only for both him and Lady to turn to the silence and see a note written where the sword Sparda had been hanging.

See you there, maybe the doctor is cute

Back to the present

“Well, one thing for certain my passed-out friend, you do have something extra about you. In fact you’re kind of heavy.” Grunting at Dante stepped across another rooftop, between dealing with demons and keeping rebellion in one hand and you tossed over his shoulder like a sack of flour the man was getting a workout.

Too bad that was when you decided to start to wake up. Opening your eyes to look down just as there was nothing but the cobblestone-lined street roughly three floors below you. “Holy shit!” Trying to roll away only to make the realization you were in the air with something warm wrapped around your middle.

“Calm down or you might not like the fall. Sheese lady.”

“Why am I on a roof? And who the fuck are you?” Screaming at the white-haired man holding you like you weigh next to nothing. Your arms and legs fail as you try to get away only to make the man holding you grunt and almost lose his footing.

“I guess you forgot the part when we jumped up here, now stop squirming or I might drop you for real!” If his tone is anything to go by he’s getting annoyed by your actions but you don’t care at all scrambling to try and get out of his hold. “Seriously Doll if you calm down for a second I’ll put you down.”

“My name isn’t Doll!” A final smack to the center of his back and you hiss, the ulnar side of your hand feels more like you smacked it against a brick wall than a man. “Ow.” With the pain lacing up your arm you’ve stopped struggling and find yourself unceremonial dumped on your butt in front of him. “I say again, Ow.” Looking up at him with a scowl, unsure where the sudden bravado came from.

Only to stare at his back. “I can never catch a break!” Taking a few steps forward with his back still turned to you and his hands in the air as if ranting to the sky. “Even the chicks I rescue give me attitude!”

“Maybe if you didn’t carry them like a sack of potatoes or drop them on their ass they might not be so rude about it.” Rubbing your butt as you stand, muttering under your breath.

“I still needed to fight doll. It hasn’t exactly been a picnic carrying you around and trying to keep us both from getting killed.” Your face is burning, you didn’t think he’d have heard you but he did. Looking down at the ground, well rooftop in front of you you take a few feet before stopping beside the man.

“My name’s not Doll.” You reiterate, giving your name to the man in red and wondering if he was the one that the townsfolk had been screaming about as they ran from the cathedral. Yet you can’t see it if he was the one who had attacked the Vicar that they had been screaming about, if he was what reason did he have to save you? You were no one, not really.. “I’m sort of the town's doctor.”

“Sort of? That doesn’t inspire too much confidence.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at him even if he can’t see it.

“I don’t get that many patients. You get sliced up or broken bones though? I'm who you want to see.” You’ve always been a damn good doctor, something about putting parts together had always appealed to you. So much so that you’d been thought of as a freak as a child, fascinated by death and diseases because in your mind if you understood what caused it maybe you could fix it before it was too late.

“Sounds a bit like boasting? You got a trick or two up your sleeve or something?” Looking at you, you can’t help but notice he’s good-looking. Like damn good-looking. Except you don’t get a chance to watch for too long before he starts moving forward and a leisurely pace and you follow with much smaller tentative steps.

“No. Sadly. I was sort of an oddball growing up.” You aren’t sure why you’re telling him this as you keep your eyes downward so you don’t fall, maybe some part of you still thinks this is a dream or a nightmare. That might better explain the handsome white-haired man who came to your rescue. He also seems to have a really nice butt under his jacket when the breeze lifts it and your eyes follow the fluttering of the material. “I didn’t have friends till medical school, most kids thought I was a freak because I was into biology. Like finding dead birds and trying to figure out what happened to them kind of biology because the teachers thought eight-year-olds shouldn’t be studying cardiology.”

“Eight huh? What you had a strange fascination with death?” Straddling the gap from one roof to the next you’re a little surprised when he turns and holds out a hand for you to take and help you across.

“Yes and no. I wanted to help people.” Shrugging as you took one of his hands and didn’t fail to miss the warmth that spread from him. “If I had a better understanding of how people’s bodies worked I just figured I could help them survive if they came to me for treatment. All my life I wanted to be a doctor.” Once on the other side, he gave a huff before spinning to step across himself.

“How’d your parents feel about that?” This roof is flatter and you find yourself watching him as you walk instead of the tiles under your feet.

“I only had my mother.” Shrugging your shoulders “She just cared that I didn’t draw attention to myself. Otherwise, she didn’t care much.” Biting your lip a little but everything you’ve said while you’ve been chatty isn’t any new information about you. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I guess also being turned into a human meat kabob will do that to you. What was that thing anyway?” You swallow down the bile starting to burn in your throat, you’re really hoping he doesn’t say what you think he’s going to say.

“A demon.” Well, that hope was dashed spectacularly. “You know for a doctor you’re a little slow on the uptake.”

“Or maybe I’m trying to think of a more rational explanation.” Too bad you’re brain isn’t coming up with anything. Waving your hands in the air yourself in exasperation as you wave at the city. “I get that this place says that some demon guy named Sparda ruled here, but that sounds more like a legend that a religion sprang up around.”

“Sorry Doc, world doesn’t work like th- Get down!” You don’t have time to process his words when his hand planting itself in the middle of your back and pushing you down to the ground. The sound of metal on metal has you lifting your head only to regret that decision. If this man in red hadn’t of shoved you to the ground you’d have had your head removed from your shoulders, his sword scraping along the metal blade of another of those strange scarecrow monsters. This time it’s on its arm instead of its leg.

It isn’t alone either. More scarecrows with blades for limbs had appeared.

“Do me a favor Doc?” A twist of his wrist and you watch as the sword he wields sends the blade attached to the demon flying upward and slices the thing in half. “Go hide.”

You heard him. You really did. Too bad your arms and legs don’t want to listen to your brain screaming at them to move so you can scramble to safety. It’s like there’s ice flowing through your veins and slowing you down as the fear has your heart thundering in your chest.

Another of the demons lets out that manica laughter as it sees you lying there helpless. It hops from side to side almost gleefully before launching forward with its bladed foot held out as if to lance you like a boil. A clang of metal as a boot lands in front of your face to meet the demon and with a pivot of his upper body you watch as it slices through his forearm, only for the man to snap his wrist as he grabs the demon and it’s cackling suddenly stops like it’s surprised. The creak of the leather of the belts across his chest and you can see the ripple of his muscles as turns his wrist and sends the demon flying off to slam into one of its compatriots and knocks both of them into a wall. A sickening thunk as both bodies flatten as if they’ve been deflated before they fade before your eyes.

“Doc.” Looking up to see the man grinding his teeth as he stares down at you. “Move!” Bellowing you finally find your hands moving pushing yourself up to your knees and scrambling to hide behind a chimney as the sound of clanging metal rings around you. It’s not dignified and your bag is bouncing against your back but you’re trying to get away from the sound of fighting and hiding just like he had told you to.

Another sickening sound, this time like a sac of fluid bursting open reaches you and you whimper, hands over your ears and tears running down your face. Why the hell is this happening? Where did they come from? As much as you might have wanted to refuse it, you need to face facts. Demons are real and you might not survive the rest of today at his rate.

Screaming when a hand pats your shoulder only to have a hand press against it, a leather-clad hand. You hadn't even noticed the sound of fighting had stopped and you doubted it had anything to do with your hands as your fear dulled your senses. “Doc, you’re alright.” Opening your eyes you see the man there crouched in front of you and for the first time you see a hint of compassion in his pale blue eyes. “I need you to not scream when I take my hand away. Can you do that?” That compassion is undercut by the exasperation in his voice.

Swallowing you nod slowly removing your hands from your ears as he lets you go and runs his hand through his white locks sighing before looking at you again. “You really are out of your depth ain’t cha Doc.” It’s not a question, just an admission that this is not you’re everyday normal.

“If I said I was starting to believe demons are real would that help?” Lifting your sleeve to wipe at the dampness on your face. “I’m probably going to get us both killed aren’t I?” Twice now he’s saved you, and twice all you did was freeze in place too overtaken by fear to move.

Internally Dante was sighing, the last encounter proved you really had no idea about demons and he was starting to think you were just a pawn on the board for something the Order was planning. ‘Guess I owe Lady that twenty bucks. This chick has no idea about demons forgetting being an actress and playing along. You can’t hide a reaction like hers.’ He needed to get her to Lady so he could move on with trying to figure out where the Yamato was and get this stranger doctor out of harm's way. Patting her shoulder he just sent her a smirk. “Both of us? Nah. I’m hard to kill.” Based on your reaction to his words that might not have been the best answer. “I’ve got a friend nearby, she’ll look after you alright. We just need to get to the hill outside the castle. Can you move?”

As his hand goes to help you up you find yourself moving on instinct. Grabbing his arm between both of yours, in your panic you’d forgotten he’d been sliced. “Right. You got hurt because of me, let me at least patch you up?” A quirk of your lips as you reached for your bag only to stop, watching as the wound sealed up and you felt your stomach drop. “That’s…” Trailing off for him to take over.

“Not normal.”

“What” Your eyebrows are furrowing as you push and prod at his skin, minus the blood there’s no sign he had ever been hurt. “Are you?”

“Well, you could say I’m a little on the demonic side.” Flashing you a wink with a flirtatious smile that showed his pearly whites. “And not just in the sheets.”

“I… I think I’d like to get moving again before I pass out again.” He has to be joking. He just has to be, and you let him help you to your feet before the two of you start walking again. Internally you're freaking out over what you saw but you know you don't have time for hysterics, or passing out again from the panic. Your broad knight seems content to ignore you for the moment and you think it's for the best, both of you moving in silence along the rooftops until your feet start to hurt from all the maneuvering along the roofs of the town.

At least until he sends you a steady stare after looking behind the two of you for a while with a frown. “Hate to say it Doc, but we’re starting to have a crowd trying to join this party. How do you feel about being carried out of here since we’re almost there?”

Dante hadn’t been willing to risk it earlier, just carrying you to Lady while you’d been passed out. Too much of a chance of you being in on whatever the Order was up to, now that was gone from his mind and he needed to get you out of the picture.

“Like a sac of Potoes again?” He can’t help but laugh at your deadpan voice and expression.

“No. A real carry this time.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you just gets him a snort in response but you do nod. In a moment he’s got you in his arms, one around your shoulders and the other under your knees. “Alright Doc, I recommend you put those arms around my neck and don’t look down. I’d hate for you to freak out like earlier.”

“Right.” You do as he says, and it takes everything inside of you not to scream as he starts running and jumping. You’re a little glad you’d had a light lunch or it would have been spat all over his front, keeping your eyes squeezed shut and tucking your face more into his body. If you hadn’t been worried about dying you might have enjoyed it a little more.

At the sudden stop, you almost hurl, feeling the contents of your stomach start to climb your throat slapping a hand over your mouth as the white-haired man places you on your feet once more. “Lady!” Yea almost was a dream as soon as you take a step, running to the side of a tree and emptying your stomach. “You here?”

“Sheesh, you trying to bring every demon nearby down on us?” You can hear a newcomer but you’re too busy throwing up to pay any more attention than that to what they’re saying.

Watching Lady point towards you before lowering her shades. “Is that her? She doesn't look like much let alone someone like you.”

“It is, in all her pukey glory.” Crossing his arms to watch her Dante can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the way she’s bent over. If it wasn’t for her throwing up he’d be enjoying the sight of her shapely rear stuck up in the air. “You were right by the way. Cept, she doesn’t have a clue. Almost got skewed twice.”

“And you saved her? My my, what a knight in shining armor you are today.” Ignoring the woman still retching the contents of her stomach for a moment before lowering her voice. “Trish made contact, she doesn’t know the details but the Order is looking for her. Apparently, she’s important for something, and the orders include keeping her in the dark about whatever it is. They’ve also sent some kid after you, using the excuse that you kidnapped her and killed that Vicar.”

“If they need her they should have done a better job looking after her, she was hiding in her office with a desk against the door when I found her.” Watching you stand Dante had to swallow, you were pretty easy on the eyes even if you were wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while still leaning against the tree.

“Could it have been an act?”

“Trust me, if she’s acting she should have a couple of awards for it.” Done with whispering he raised his voice just enough for you to hear him. “Hey Doc. This is Lady, do me a favor and give her a hard time alright?” Starting to walk away before flicking his fingers at Lady. “Oh and Lady, be nice to the Doc. She’s had a rough day, almost died twice.”

“Wait!” You jog towards the man in the red coat only for him to start to take off. “I didn’t get your name!”

“Dante!” Called over his shoulder before to your amazement he drops off the edge of the hill and you find your eyes going as wide as saucers.

“Did he”

“Just jump off a cliff? Yes. That man is more dumbass than brains some days, but when you’re the son of the legendary Sparda I guess you have to put on a show to live up to the name.” Feeling a hand patting your shoulder you’re surprised to see a water bottle being held out towards you.

Taking a sip from the bottle after snapping the seal you start sputtering. “Did you just say the son of Sparda?” As the woman’s words process and you stare at her, only to see her grin like the cat with the canary. “As in the dark knight Sparda that this town worships as God?” At her nod, the world feels like it’s spinning and you drop unceremoniously to the ground. “He’s real. And I met his son. Wait his son?” Wiping your head upwards to see the woman known as Lady looking down at you.

“Oh, do I have a story for you. You pretty little thing.” Winking at you and all you can think is how you might need to throw up again. Fuck. Demons and Sparda are real. And you just spend most of the last few hours checking out his son's butt.

Chapter one

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over-the-moon-for-you · 7 months

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Gabriel O'Hara - SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is VERY affectionate. He wears his heart on his sleeve, constantly telling you how much he loves and cares about you. Not shy of PDA whatsoever, if anything, you probably have to tell him to dial it back a bit. (He does give the best hugs tho 🙈)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gabriel is the most loyal friend you'd ever meet. He's always ready to do anything you want to in a second's notice. Though you better be prepared to listen to all of his little ramblings bc this man LOVES to talk. He's a sweetheart though and is always there when you need him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

BRO LOVES CUDDLING!!! He loves the feeling of having you wrapped up in his arms after a long workday. He's pretty tall (i personally hc him at 6’4) and the right amount of toned, so you fit in his arms perfectly. Though he doesn't mind being cuddled by you either, especially when he's upset about something. He's prone to panic attacks, so being comforted in your arms really helps him come back down to reality.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would honestly be more than happy to settle down with you! His dream is to one day own a house and have a little family of his own. He would probably bring up the idea to you, but won't push you into anything you aren't comfortable with.

In all honestly, this man can't cook. He truly does try, there are few dishes he can do that his mother had taught him, but other than that, he’s hopeless. Though to make up for it he is actually decent at baking. His favorite thing to make are snickerdoodle cookies :)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he breaks up with you, you must have done something absolutely horrid to him because he tends to do everything in his power to try to make a relationship work, even if it might be a bit toxic.

If you were to break up with him, Gabri would be absolutely heartbroken. A flaw of his is that he gets attached so easily, so you breaking up with him would leave him totally devastated. He would do everything he could to try to make amends, but ultimately knows that this would be the end. He would overthink everything about the relationship for at least two or three weeks, wondering what he did wrong or more specifically, what was so wrong with him? (this is so sad please don't do this to him 🥺)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don't think it would take to long for Gabriel to know you were the one he wanted to marry. As stated before, he's extremely loyal, so once you two get together, he's ready for the long haul. He would probably propose after a year or two after the both of you start dating. If you'd prefer to wait longer into the relationship to get married, he wouldn't push you into it, but he may overthink your answer and get worried that you don’t see a future for the two of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Gabriel is such a sweet and kind man, not a bad bone in his body. He's never afraid to shower you with his affection. The roughest part about him would be his hands that are extremely calloused up from constantly working on inventions.

Gabriel is a very emotionally open guy. So, it's common he'll come to you and tell you how he's feeling, especially if he's upset. He overthinks constantly, which takes a drain on his own mental health. He definitely needs a lot of reassurance at the beginning of your relationship. (his past relationships had a huge impact on his trust issues)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs!!! Hug this man!!! Will always accept or give a hug. He just loves physical contact in general. His hugs are always warm and comforting. He won't let go until you want him to.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would def blurt it out within days of meeting you. He's a hopeless romantic and knows exactly what his heart wants. The minute he catches feelings, he will fall hard. If you see him the same way, he'll be over the moon and ready to spend the rest of his life by your side.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's the type of guy to say he doesn't get jealous easy and trusts his partner completely, but when he sees you getting a little too close with someone, he feels his stomach drop. If it's a onetime thing with that person, he would most likely get over it within a day or two, but if it becomes a constant thing, he will immediately begin to think you were losing interest in him and that it was his fault. It would end up with him calling you at the crack ass of dawn, his voice trembling a little as he asked you if you stilled loved him or not.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gabriel's kisses are soft and sweet. He will kiss you anytime and anywhere. He does make an effort to not go to overboard when the two of you are in public, but once you to are alone. Oh, he's making sure there isn't an inch of you that hasn’t been touched by his lips.

He loves kissing your lips the most. The feeling of your lips on his always seem to make him weak at the knees each time without fail. (If you run your hands through his hair while you kiss him, he will literally melt into you)

He loves when you kiss his neck the most. To be more specific, when he's laying back on a couch or bed with you on top of him, your lips trailing kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. He adores when you leave hickeys on his neck. Whenever he looks in the mirror and sees the red marks, it makes his heart flutter knowing you were the one that left them there. Plus, his scarfs usually cover them up pretty well so they're not noticeable to the public eye.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is so good with children!! Gabriel absolutely adores kids with his entire heart. He'd be the type of person to make silly faces at babies when he sees them crying in attempt to cheer them up. He definitely would love the idea of having his own kids someday.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Gabri is not a morning person whatsoever. He will stay in bed as long as possible, usually convincing you to stay with him. You both end up being late to everything because of this. He just loves the feeling of the warm sun shining through the curtains and the both of you cuddled up, limbs intertwined with one another.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He absolutely has to cuddle with you to fall asleep, no exceptions. He doesn't really care about who the little or big spoon is, all that matters in the feeling of your bodies close together.

It is also common for him to get nightmares every now and then. For the most part your usually able to help him to fall back asleep quite quickly with some soothing words, but in other cases, he'll end up having a panic attack and will need a ton of comforting.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh, he does not wait to tell you everything about himself. He can ramble on and on, easily getting lost in his own thoughts. Gabriel just loves when someone shows interest in him and will gladly tell them anything they wanted to know. (This stems off of the fact his mother gave him an insane amount of attention as a child))

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. For the most part he is probably the most laid-back person in his family (that’s not saying much). With that being said, once someone does push his buttons too far, he will snap, and this man can yell. It’s honestly a bit scary. He would never physically hurt anyone though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

HE REMEBERS EVERYTHING!!! You mention a candy you like? Suddenly he has a small basket of every variety of that candy to exist waiting at your front door. You tell him your coffee order once? Will make sure to write it down in his notes so he would never mess it up. He's attentive and loves to be able to surprise you with your favorite things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first night you spent at his apartment, the two of you had been messing around, playing some old love songs (think of everybody loves somebody or somethin' stupid). Jokingly, he asked you to dance with him and you accepted. The two of you ended up slow dancing in the middle his living room, the lights dim. He remembered staring into your eyes, adoration in his eyes. This was the moment he knew for a fact he was in love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gabriel is the right amount of protective. He won't forbid you from going out own your own or with your friends, all he asks is that you update him from time to time just so he knows you're doing okay. If he sees someone getting a bit too close for comfort to you and you are obviously uncomfortable, Gabriel will immediately swoop in a wrap his arm around you, giving the man a shit eating grin. If he's walking with you and hears someone catcall you? Will immediately respond as if they were towards him, thanking them with some silly remark, easily making whoever catcalled you embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts his heart and soul into everything he does for you. He will actively always be looking for events to be able to take you to like concerts or fairs. If you'd prefer to stay in? He'd do his best to replicate a candlelight dinner in his apartment, scattering rose petals around and letting the room be filled lit only by candles. He'd also make sure to go to an Italian restaurant beforehand and get some entrees the two of you could share. (again, he can't cook but he's doing his best 🥺)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As mentioned earlier, he overthinks...a lot. Often will misinterpret situations, making his mind always come to the conclusion you would leave him like many others in his life have. This is more prominent in the earlier stages of the relationship. Once you've been together for a few years, he'll begin to ease up on those thoughts.

Attention whore !!! 💀💀 He will constantly try to get your attention in any way possible. Whether that means trying to impress you with his inventions, bringing you gifts, or simply just look at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. He will do anything to have your focus on him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Gabriel is very much into fashion. Won't leave the house unless he is completely satisfied with his outfits. Especially his scarfs!!! Literally the only other thing he loves almost as much as you.

Physically, Gabriel has up and down days. He does go to the gym when he gets the chance, which gives him more of a toned body. Though he obviously isn't anything compared the way nMiguel looks. He feels as though Miguel has the definition of a perfect body and it makes him feel a bit down about the way he looks. It gets to the point where he gets nervous for you to meet Miguel, scared that you'll think his brother is better looking and break up with him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he's gotten attached to you (which is most likely), yes. When he doesn't have you by his side anymore, it drains him mentally and physically. He's a dependent person, needing to have at least one person to be able to go to immediately when needed. He doesn't like the feeling of being completely alone. (bro was an absolute mess for MONTHS when he found out Miguel straight up left the universe without telling anyone)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves shopping with you!!! It's one of his favorite things to do. You both could spend hours in the mall with one another, going to different stores and looking at clothes with each other. (he’s actually really good at styling you as well)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone who is just truly mean at heart. If someone is constantly snapping at him, telling him what to do, or just belittling him in general, that is a big no. Really all he wants is someone who will love him for just being who he is.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

HE STEALS ALL THE BLANKETS WHILE SLEEPING.

The two of you will always go to bed with the blankets covering the both of you perfectly, then when you awake, suddenly you can feel the air of the room hitting your back while Gabriel managed to wrap himself into all the blankets like a burrito. Then when you try to attempt to grab some of the blanket back, he’ll whine, subconsciously trying to keep the blankets on him. You literally have to shake him awake and only then will he hesitantly give you back your half of the cozy blanket.

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dogtoling · 1 year

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What are some ways Inkling / Octolings lives and society in general be different compared to humans? It can be canon, implied, or made up, I don't mind. Thanks!

jeez, this is actually a really hard question because in Splatoon, what we're given in game is extremely similar if not identical to what we have in real life. Realistically, a lot of things would be different, but it makes it REEEEAAALLY easy to default to "it's literally the exact same in almost every aspect" because that's often what we see in the game and it's also the implication.

If you compare Splatoon to a lot of other games that are set in fictional worlds, Splatoon is EXTREMELY tame in trying to set itself apart from human society. Probably intentionally, but it's very rare that something pops up in the game that makes you go "huh, that's a splatoon thing that isn't JUST there for a gameplay mechanic". Most things really are left up for fan interpretation, which is cool, but that makes it hard in its own way to come up with headcanons because it can be easy to feel like you're going TOO out there with ideas when the world is mostly down to earth (unless it's not, and the tone dissonance is insane). Now I'm just rambling, but I'll get to the point and try to come up with something.

So, focusing on the surface because I think it's safe to assume that most Mollusc Era creatures are surface dwellers, the most obvious difference factor in society is that there's probably thousands of different sapient species that coexist. That means there's really no limit to how insane the Splatoon world and its cities and structures could be to accommodate different species. Of course the games focus on Inklings and Octolings and they are fairly similar to humans, so we have a very human-aligning society that we're looking at. But somewhere else where inkfish might not be the majority species, I would imagine things might look and be very different. (I really would like to see it....) But because you specifically said Inklings and Octolings, I'll focus on their stuff.

I'd like to open this post (on paragraph 4... sigh) with the note that we really don't have a lot of information on significant differences in inkling society compared to ours. If anyone remembers something that is either canon or heavily implied and it isn't mentioned in this post, feel free to drop it in replies. From what we see in the games, the Splatoon society doesn't significantly differ from ours much at all. So yeah, most of this is going to be speculation or headcanons that aren't really rooted in the actual game.

ACTUAL START OF THE POST HERE.....

First off, they obviously have better technology than we do - at least Octarian technology is much better and seems to have spread to the surface recently. Flying cars are probably just a normal thing for inkfish... although I'd assume that's moreso in the Octarian domes, where I'd like to think the flying saucers (or "UFO"s) are a replacement for cars, given there's not a whole lot of space and things tend to be built on different levels. It wouldn't make too much sense to have a car-centric society when cities are like a mile across and there's not really even much space for driveways.

A small tidbit on cars in Inkopolis: did you know there's no consistency on which side of the road Inklings drive on? Depending on the stage, markings might be present, but cars STILL drive in random directions all the time and drive on opposing sides of the road depending on what corner of Inkopolis you go to. This makes me believe that traffic rules are kind of a wildcard in Splatoon and... perhaps it's just normal for different roads to suddenly change lane orientation, or some roads might not have rules for that at all. Doesn't seem that safe to me, but what do I know...

On the topic of cars and transportation, Inklings seem to love different ways to get around. Inkopolis alone has a train, a monorail, and a subway - that's THREE different trains mostly for traversing the city. They also have airplanes, hot-air balloons, and notably... zeppelins. Zeppelins are something that humans HAVE had in the past (and while doing research on this for literally no reason the other day, i actually found out they're NOT completely extinct?) but that we no longer use or manufacture due to various reasons and events in history. Inklings, of course, did not have those events, so they discovered zeppelins and apparently they love them SO so much that we routinely see them over Arowana Mall, and not ONLY over Arowana Mall, but Octarians have a whole military weapon type that's just a zeppelin with a face.

STILL continuing on the topic of transport, Inklings love having 23749237423 different transportation devices but they don't really need them? We know Inklings can super jump freely even outside of turf wars, we know they jump from the lobby to Turf War stages (this WAS the case in Splatoon 1). Realistically Inklings could easily super jump to cover short distances across the city or even longer distances over several jumps. Super jumping like that would all but nullify the need for public transit or a 15 minute walk to work, at least for Inklings that have the ability to super jump and don't have much to carry.

We do know from Salmon Run that most Inklings hesitate to super jump without a strong signal that they can navigate to, presumably because such a thing provides real-time coordinates that you can accurately calculate a jump to without needing to continuously SEE your estimated landing point. This is why Spawn Points have strong signals, the Grizzco boat has a massive antenna on it, Squid Beakons exist at all - list goes on.

Of course, we don't know if there's any kind of regulations or laws about super jumping outside of turf war, because obviously if everyone just super jumped everywhere all the time there could be collisions, and without signals to navigate by a lot of people would also miss their jumps and potentially get injured, or land somewhere they really didn't want to land. Such as the ocean, or a highway, or on top of somebody. It seems likely that there WOULD be rules against super jumping randomly outside of sports based on all this... but we don't really know!

Actually talking about society now. Our society tends to be extremely day-focused because humans are mostly a day-active species. Inkling society... seems to be mostly the same considering the tidbits we have on the Great Turf War. But I don't think the society itself is day-focused at all. We know there's tons of different species and even within Cephalopods there's differences between which species are day-active and which ones are nocturnal, so I believe that the streets see an almost identical amount of activity regardless of time of day. The businesses and the people you see on the street probably change, but there's a lot of people who aren't up during the day at all and live their lives in the nighttime. So in the Splatoon world, there wouldn't be a concept of "it's too late to go to the store" or "damn it, i missed the last bus". And the night-activity IS partially confirmed by Splatfests - they do take place at night (even though for day-active species, it's not unheard of to stay up late or even all-night to attend important or fun events. We do that all the time!)

Let's talk about food for a second (this might go into the "lives" section). I know inklings are heavily implied to be omnivorous in the game. I find this lame, so I choose to believe they are still MAINLY carnivorous predators and mostly eat fish and crustaceans - most of their food includes some kind of fish, maybe fish eggs, and shrimp. In spite of being mainly carnivorous, though, Inklings do eat carbohydrates such as rice and ramen noodles, as we've seen in the game. They can probably absorb some nutrients from said foods, but surviving on just plant-based things would be out of the question.

Inklings DO love fruit, which might be strange if they're not really getting much nutritional gain out of it. They seem to have an affinity for sweet things... which is typical for fruit eaters. I like to believe that Inklings evolved to like fruit not only because they're usually colorful, but mainly for their very high liquid content. As touched upon in a previous post, Inklings would realistically need to have a LOT of liquid in order to consistently produce as much ink as they do, which means anything that can help with that would be VERY welcome. I don't think early Inklings would've gone after fruit as a snack, but rather something that's akin to a funny-tasting water balloon that you can drain the liquid out of and get rid of the rest. Though modern Inklings do seem to like the whole thing.

Did you know it was implied in Splatoon 1 that vegetables didn't exist until recently? This was in Kelp Dome stage dialogue as far as I remember. I'd like to think what it actually means is that vegetables didn't really exist in SQUID cuisine until very recently - being brought in most likely in the span of the past 100 years, probably. Inklings as carnivores do not NEED vegetables naturally as they're good as long as they can eat some fish or shrimp, mostly, but nowadays vegetables are something that's included in some foods anyway - again they have high liquid content, and have a crunch that might be fun for the beak. As for where the vegetables suddenly came from? I'd bet on cross-species cultural integration that might have exploded after the Great Turf War concluded. Some species, like a lot of crustaceans, eat vegetables and the like - so integration of herbivorous species into Inkopolis and other mainly squid societies likely brought vegetables into the public eye. (There's also some "veggies" that didn't make the cut into Inkling cuisine, such as.... literal grass.)

yes we're still talking about food. I think Inkling food culture is pretty different to ours, even looking past the different nutritional needs. While humans tend to follow the pattern of a few big meals per day, I don't think Inklings have a consistent pattern at all. Cephalopods are extremely fast-paced animals that hunt their prey and swiftly move on, and their radula (rasping tongue) makes it so that they can't really take big bites of anything in the first place (yes they do in the game but i'm ignoring it in favor of biology). A HUGE volume of the Inkling body and torso is taken up by the ink sac, which also leaves kind of limited space for other organs, including the stomach. What I'm getting at is that Inklings probably can't eat very much at once, so they might not have a food culture that heavily relies on big and complex meals. They're more into eating snacks and eating those more often; something like the Crust Bucket's shwaffles and other quick things that you can grab and move on (and Inklings LOVE the deep-fried stuff because of the crunch). Inklings' preference to get little bits of food any time of the day and often without that much time between makes street food stalls really popular, too.

Octarian food culture... going underground for a moment, I'd like to talk about it for a while, because it's probably very different! A lot of the Octarian food culture likely developed within the past 100 years, as that's when the majority of their society was driven underground. That would be kind of disastrous for any culture, I think.

Octarians are (albeit stereotypically) a to-the-point kind of people in a lot of ways. Especially in the domes where distribution and availability of things is and has been poor in the past, they're not exactly eating fancy down there. If there's one thing that defines Octarian cuisine, though, it's got to be wasabi. If a dish is described as "spicy" or "flavorful"... it's probably got its fair share of wasabi in it, with wasabi being a somewhat largely cultivated thing in the domes.

In general, though, a lot of Octarian food is made to be A. simple, and B. easy to store and preserve for a long time. Especially in the early days of the Octarian Underground, there was NEVER a guarantee that you could find fresh food, or food at ALL, so preserving something to eat was of utmost importance. As such and even to this day, most Octarian common foods are dried, salted or fermented meats - salted and dried fish, canned fillets or fish eggs - or soups, which is famously a food type where you can replace 90% of the "food" with hot, flavored water. A lot of foods have a very strong taste (or a lack thereof) that would make most Inklings turn up their nose... but Octarians tend to like what they're used to.

Octopus meat is also on the menu from the Really Bad Years, but DON'T WORRY, it's typically made out of tentacles - originating from families running without food sometimes having to resort to cutting off their tentacles to fry up and feed the kids. It's essentially just meat and it grows back over time... though with the biotechnology Octarians have these days, octopus meat is manufactured in MUCH easier ways in a lab environment. Long tentacles for Octolings are still in fashion in the modern day - cut tentacles used to mean that you're probably poor, so not having to resort to doing so just so you can Live And Survive and Not Starve is pretty cool and hip.

Octarians do tend to have a somewhat different attitude towards food in general, though. For most Octolings in the domes, food isn't something you can play with - it's not even a GUARANTEE. Most Octarian food is to the point, made to last, and made to be keep you alive and kicking and not much else, to be honest. To many people, it's not much else than nutrition - it's rarer to find passionate chefs in a society where ingredients have historically been really hard to come by and have been strictly rationed so that everyone can have at least SOMETHING. Some Octolings growing up in poor families will have that singular salted fish for breakfast, or go to the store on lunch break to eat a can of fish eggs with their bare hands and absolutely nothing else. Even on the surface, because that's kind of what they're used to.

(end food section.)

Back to the Inklings. Turf Wars shape a lot of squid culture, especially that of teenagers. Prior to being something that was really widely recognized and being commercialized by corporations, it really WAS mostly just a youth sport - Inklings tend to be territorial, and marking their own group's area with ink is quite literally in their blood. Turf Wars began as a materialization of this urge without it being SUPER violent... or at least to give the fighting a set of rules and some kind of borders, to keep it off the main street. Of course, upon becoming extremely mainstream, Turf Wars have proven to not only be profitable, but also very beneficial - the overall amount of crime and miscellaneous violence has DRASTICALLY plummeted as squids have an actual outlet to put their instincts into.

Speaking of Inkling youths: I think Inklings become independent at a pretty young age compared to humans. We have some in-universe information (mostly pictures) that confirm that Inklings DO go to school, and based on Splatoon's society as a whole, I'll assume that it would mirror the japanese school system to some extent. But unrelated from school, cephalopods in real life are independent literally from the second they leave their EGGS. Inklings don't have this luxury, as we see they're not even fully developed with hands until they're around 14 years old. In pre-society wild ages, Inklings would typically leave their parents' school (pack) in their teens, once they're able to freely shapeshift and use their own ink - and seek out a new school to either integrate into, or form a new one out of a bunch of other stray squid. I'd like to think that this instinct has carried over to modern day Inklings - a majority of squid leave their families around 15 years old, or roughly after getting out of school. They then set out to find their place in the world - and their own other stray squids to form a new found family with. In the age of cellphones, most people probably choose to keep in touch with their parents and family members, but even when it was expected that you'd probably never see your kid again once they set out, it likely wasn't something that melancholic rather than just being The Thing That Happens.

That's pretty much everything I can think of right now before my brain turns into powder... again, there's not much the game tells us. There's some things I didn't really go into, like the implications of the food chain being confirmed to exist among sapient species, that's... a whole other topic. But anyway, I hope this was satisfactory, and I'd like to hear people's thoughts in the replies about your headcanons on Inkling society and how it's different!

#mailbox #squidthoughts #essay.... again #i proofread it 1 time if theres typos or nonsense no theres not

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Hi! I'm the ADHD writer therapy anon. Forgot to add you might want to look for therapists specifically trained in CBT/DBT techniques. That's what mine uses. I think you can filter for it on PsychologyToday. Adding also that I love your writing & have been following you for 20 years! Love to Dearborn & Polk.

Aw, thanks! I gave them a cuddle for ya :) And thanks for being such a loyal reader!

I'm wary of CBT/DBT but mainly from reading about them; I suspect while they're perfectly fine as therapeutic techniques, I wouldn't respond well, but who knows. I'm going to talk to my meds psych when we meet next week, and see what he thinks.

What I would find ideal is a therapist I can just do text chat with -- not like "oh I text them whenever I need to talk", but we schedule an hour and sit down and have a session on Slack or something instead of face to face talking. I understand why this isn't really on offer -- they want to be able to gauge tone, which you often need voice/expression for, and even these days a lot of people aren't super proficient in chat-style dialogue. And that's legit, of course as someone treating a Feelings you want to be able to see the Feelings. But I would actually find it much easier to talk about things, I think, if I didn't have to speak, or read their voice/expression in response. Plus reading is faster than listening and if they're figuring out what to say I can do other stuff while I wait for a response. But if nothing else I suppose it's good practice in paying attention.

Part of the problem is, and this is probably the ADHD, I tend to lose sight of specific points I want to make when I'm in conversation with someone, so they end up only getting half of what I tried to say, or a rambling story without a point, and I don't realize it until later. I'm better at it than I used to be, but I'm still considering just writing out what I want to ask my meds psych about instead of trying to explain it verbally. I bet when you do that most people probably make you read it out loud, though, which sounds excruciating.

#sam has adhd #mental health #therapy

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anticanonsposts · 4 months

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Lunar Embrace-Chapter 5

cw: fem pronouns used, NSFW-mdni

wc: 2,033

Waking up suddenly with a big inhale, it took König a moment to reacquaint himself with his surroundings. Not because of where he was, he knew that, but the smell that filled his nostrils. Was sweet and rich, then he remembered who had laid in his bed the previous night and his cheeks flushed a bit. He looked around and noticed the stack of pillows for his ankle, the water next his bed, and the pile of blankets sitting next to him that must have been put there by y/n.

Shamefully, these kind actions mixed with her strong scent all went right to his crotch, where he felt a growing hard on forming. He tried to calm himself down, but then of course that second she sautered her way through the doorway of his room asking if he was alright.

He was mortified but it was just too much for his now healed senses to take in. Her plump, soft form in his room, with warm skin, her beautiful fucking eyes, and the kind intonation of her words. It was driving him crazy and mouth agape, she stared back at him with her eyebrows raised slightly, clearly she had asked him a question.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, trying to clear his throat as he did.

“I just asked if you were feeling better," she said.

“Oh yes, thank you again for everything you did.” he says as he starts to get up. Which makes her immediately rush over to try to settle him, but to her surprise he gets up with no trouble.

“Here let me see your leg,” she says before kneeling in front of him which did nothing but worsen the problem in his pants. Praying that she didn’t notice he told her that he was feeling a lot better and that the wounds looked worse than they were.

She stands back up giving him a small smile, but still wondering how this was possible. She tended to wounds all the time, she knew what an injured ankle looked like, and how long it should take to heal. But here he was, standing strong as if he slept it all off.

Still looking puzzled, he says “Would you mind talking to me for a minute?” while pulling her down to sit on the bed next to him, and she gives him a small nod in return.

“Why did you bring me these gifts? Was this a friendly gesture? Or?” he starts but immediately starts kicking himself. Because based on the scared look she was giving him, his tone clearly made him sound annoyed and unappreciative. “I-I’m sorry, what I mean is if this was more than a friendly gesture, I am more than relieved. I always noticed you at the market every week, and you’re just so pretty, and kind, and smart I figured you already had a few suitors lined up-” he kept rambling but he was cut off by her lips pressing against his. As well as a soft hand gently holding the side of his face and the other bracing herself against his chest.

He freezes, feeling the way she is touching him, how soft her lips feel against his. Y/n notices this and pulls away, and starts to say, “I’m sorry I just-” which is returned by a small ‘uh uh’ from König as he pulls her lips back to his, already infatuated with how she feels against him.

Their kisses start out gentle, but get more desperate as their hands start to wander. His round her waist, and hers now both against his chest. Finally they pull away gasping for air, and she says, “I assure you, I did this for more than friendship. I always saw you at the market, so skilled, so handsome, and I thought that you surely had someone waiting for you at home” she giggled.

And they just rested against each other, the tension of feelings between the two finally having been broken, each understanding that they felt the exact same way.

However this interaction was only making it harder for König to keep his thoughts in check, as well as those of his dick, which was now harder than ever and there was no way that y/n did not notice it. Surely enough, after about 5 seconds her eyes, now with a sultry look drifted from his crotch up to his eyes, a small down turned smile gracing her lips.

“O-Ok listen, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or feel like you have any obligation to-,” König nervously starts to rumble before being cut off by her lips and pushing herself against him. Now laying down with her straddling on top of him, she pulls away from his mouth once more and starts to ask permission to continue, and he gives a fervent nod, pressing his chest against hers once more.

“Please just tell me if you don’t like something or want to stop ok?” She says trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, he is only able to choke out a small ‘you too’ before groaning as y/n moved her clothed crotch against his, making the poor man strain against his pants even more.

The next few minutes go by in a blur as each of them are desperately grabbing and pulling clothes, greedy to expose each other. When they finally pull back, now both being completely bare, König’s eyes are glued to y/n’s chest. How beautiful and plump her breasts are, her perky nipples and how soft they look.

Seeing his enamored looks, y/n giggles and pulls his hands up to close around them. Admittedly he was not the most experienced man, however he knew what to do to make a partner feel good. He gently kneaded her boobs, slightly tweaking each nipple between two of his big fingers, earning a grown from her.

“I want you König” she finally says with the most fervent eye contact he has ever had with someone. Before he can react she slinks her way down between his legs, and before he can tell her that it's ok, or that she doesn't need to do anything for him her mouth touches him. If heaven was any better, König doesn’t think he could handle it. Feeling her soft, velvety lips and tongue dance across his dick, teasing everywhere but the head, made him whine her name and plead for more. She quickly obliged and took his head in her mouth, sucking softly while using her spit to jerk the rest of him off. She started to take more and more of him in her mouth, gagging herself slightly.

He couldn’t deny that it felt amazing but he didn’t want their first time to be all about him. So he gently pulled her mouth off of him before placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Then in one swoop he moved her onto her back and placed himself between her legs.

Although she was confident with her actions, y/n still could not believe what was happening. That she was actually doing this with König, someone she had been pinning over for the better part of a year. Someone who filled her mind when she was alone with her carnal desires and her fingers. But the real thing was so much better.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m gonna use my mouth and fingers on you first if thats ok?” König asks softly, earning a frantic nod from y/n. He immediately gets to work by circling his tongue around her throbbing clit and humming against her as she moans.

This is the next step up to what they were doing before, König thinks to himself, already becoming drunk on her taste and sweet noises coming from her perfect lips. He then takes his middle and ring finger and gently prods at her entrance, slowly opening her up, stretching her around fingers that are enormous compared to hers. He continues this dual strike on her pussy until he hears her moans get higher and higher, and her walls start to clench around his fingers. She lets out pleas for him to keep going, saying this is the best she’s ever felt, how amazing he was, how good his body felt inside of her.

“Cum for me, please” is all he has to say before she is spasming and spilling around him. Lapping everything up as if she is an oasis in the middle of a desert with the only water he had ever seen. Slowly he removes himself as she comes down from her high, still nearly hyperventilating and gasping for air.

Now it was her turn to be insistent. She sits up and gently pushes him down and once again straddles herself on top of him.

Grabbing the base of his dick, before continuing she asks, “Do you want to keep going?” which earns a desperate and enthusiastic of course and please from the behemoth man under her.

She lines herself up with his head and slowly eases her slightly stretched out walls around him until both of their pelvises are pressed against each other. She goes to move, but he gently grabs her forearm to make sure she is not moving too quickly and is truly ready to start moving. This earns him a smile and quick peck before she starts gliding herself up and down his body.

“Oh my god, y/n. Fuck, please, pleease” König says, repeating those words over and over again, as she picks up speed riding him.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big König, you’re stretching me so fucking well” y/n whines with her hands braced against his chest moving herself up and down. König never knew the mouth that this kind girl from the market had on her, and it just made him even drunk on her warmth. Their two bodies writhed against each other for what seemed like an unending, blissful eternity, until König noticed y/n’s hips start to flutter.

Gently he pulled her closer to his chest, now with her hands braced on either side of his head, “I want you to cum around me ok, but let me, I want you to relax.” he whispers, receiving a gasping ‘mmmhmmm’ and a nod from her. Quickly, he snakes one of his hands around the small of her back and the other to where their bodies meet, and starts rubbing on her small bundle of nerves while he continues to fuck up into her.

“Oh fuck König right there, right there, please, oh my god.” she exclaims, resting her forehead against his. “Please make me cum, please. And please cum with me, cum in me, cum in me König” she gasps, and before he can question, she again says, “Please, König, please, I want it, I want to feel you cum inside of me, please.” which is the last she is able to get out before she completely closes her eyes.

Y/n’s eyes now completely rolling into the back of her head, seeing stars, and barely being able to keep a grip on reality, she cums. Clenching around him, making him feel better than he ever had before, he explodes inside of her. Both of them let out a slew of groans, moans, gasps, and pleas to the other. Slowly König stops his movements and pulls her chin to his and gives her a chaste kiss, pulling away they both continue to gasp into each other. Chests still pressed against one another moving in opposite synch, each attempting to catch their breath.

Then, y/n completely pulls him out of her and she collapses on the bed beside him. Very shortly however, he is pulling them both onto their sides so he can gaze at her perfect flushed face as she finally manages to catch her breath.

No words are spoken between the two, only soft looks, smiles, and a laugh that makes them move closer together, and an almost strange understanding between the two. That what just happened was quite literally one of the best experiences each of them had ever had, and that they wanted nothing more than more of each other.

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chisatowo · 1 year

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Uh oh *accidentally makes more splatoon ocs*

#rat rambles #splat posting #yes theyre more musicians I cant simply not make more musicians #their an inkling and salmonid and theyre both lesbians in their late 40s and the inkling has been under the assumption that theyve been #dating for the past 25 years while the salmonid still doesnt realise the inkling is gay #the inkling is also a fiction author who is obsessed with 'cute' things (she finds intense gore cute) and is open to try just abt anything #and the salmonid is an ex flyfish who basically left on an impulse after getting mad at someone from home and now shes here #the inkling generally writes all of their song lyrics and then the salmonid edits them to tone them down a bit #theyre still super intense and nausiating most wouldny believe its the censored version djdjgdjdh #they initially became popular in their youths because of their viseral lyrics and intense yet hypnotic sound #the salmonid actually used to wear a mech suit everywhere to hide that shes a salmonid and thanks to that mech fashion became rly popular #during their height along with a wave of street art inspired by the inklings lyrics #the salmonid is a dj and the inkling knows a bunch of instruments from learning them for the sake of her writing #in fact the only reason the inkling is a musician in the first place is that she was writing a story where the main character joined a band #early on and she wanted to experience a bunch of that stuff for herself before writing it #so she did and found a huge passion for music too so she stuck with it even after finishing that particular book series #the two of them are still respected in the music community and despite not being as active as they used to be they still draw in crowds #when they do randomly decide to put on shows and their shows tend to get very rowdy #the salmonid spends a lot of her time not doing music herself watching newcomers to the music scene and providing support to them #she has a keen interest in djs especially as its the thing shes most passionate abt (autism) and has hosted several djing events #she considers the past few in game years to have been a big time for the djing scene as a whole and her brain is going brrrrrr

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I got an Idea: Male reader giving Travis affection and Travis just- not knowing how to react (can be romantic or platonic)

I GOT TWO REQUESTS IN ONE DAY LETS GO!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I just know that this whole thing is just going to be a trip😔🙏💜

Travis Phelps Becoming Dumbfounded When Given Affection from Male! S/O

First off, let’s start by saying that Travis is definitely not used to receiving affection. He isn’t use to any of the basics such as hugs, compliments, and other things because he’s never truly got that. He doesn’t understand himself and his feelings and he struggles when it comes to receiving or be the one initiating affection of any sort.

Let’s say that surprisingly you and Travis are kinda close. You wouldn’t say friends but most likely acquaintances (Travis has a shit ton of walls built around him so it’s best to just say that you two are acquaintances.)

Keep in mind just because you two have this sort of “relationship” doesn’t mean that he won’t act like an ass to you. If anything he isn’t full blown rude like to Sal—instead he toned it down a tad bit.

When you first do some sort of affection or at least something that’s compassionate which can be comforting him about his struggles he would slightly feel weird in a way. Again, he isn’t used to these sort of things. He’s always more used to just closing off these hidden feelings with such a tough exterior that you’re going to have to break down yourself. He may not stress over it to much but it will get him thinking about it consistently. He wouldn’t tell you this (duh) but he is grateful that you took the time to sit down with him and allow him to ramble a subtle amount about his struggles.

When he’s really in a tough, depressive state it really gets him worked up. He gets more anxious, more tempered than usual, and he’s just overall more at lost. He doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a more calming way considering the fact that he just bottles them all up into a big ball. He tends to put his anger out on you when you try to step up and help him. Remember, you have to not back down. If you really want to break this barrier he’s created around himself your going to have to be persistent in a healthy way that shows that you care about him and want to listen to what he has to say.

If you were to hug him out of the blue he would most definitely shove you away and cuss you out, no joke. But deep down he craves that kind of warmth, he wants to feel that warmth again but he’s not the one to open his mouth and straight up say it.

Giving him some sort of gift would make him confused and annoyed with you because why are you just giving him a gift out of nowhere? He would tell to fuck off and get out of his way but remember patience is key! Just keep shoving the gift his way and soon enough he’ll be sick and tired of it and actually accept it. He won’t open it in front of you or anyone though, he’ll do it in private. Upon seeing what was inside of your little gift bag he stares at it in awe. He doesn’t know his to react to something like this at all and confusion grows from within. He would scoff and roll his eyes as he shoved the item right back into its spot and shoved it in his locker. However, he will cherish it for all his life.

Of course, this all will make him have mixed feelings. He would get confused with his own feelings about you, whether it may be platonic or romantic. He just doesn’t know how to react to things in this will cause him to be in a lot of denial and confusion about getting close to you in such a way. it gets frustrated because no matter how many times he tries to push away always come right back to him with such persistence it leaves him in confusion. also be disgusted with his own self because he doesn’t know if this is right or not. But does he want to have his life? No. He wants you right here by his side because he knows that nobody else will be close to him like you are with him. he thinks it’s pathetic it’s not. He just wants somebody who has the patience and time to actually stay by his side, despite his harsh exterior around him and his personality. It makes him feel wanted and some sort of way. Travis knows that you wouldn’t ever just leave him in such a fashion knowing how you take the time and effort to make him feel like he deserves something better. He’ll also try to make an effort for you but that may not be as easy as it sounds. But always remember that patience is key. In order to get to the surface, you have to allow yourself to stay calm and be persistent. Travis isn’t an easy person to talk to but that’s only because some people don’t try. That’s okay though, cause you’ll try for him whether he tries for you or not.

I hope this was good! I really do need to start writing more about Travis. His character and background interests me so much. Thank you for requesting! ❤️❤️❤️

#sally face oneshots #sally face #sally face fluff #sally face imagine #sally face drabbles #travis phelps #travis phelps x reader #travis phelps x you #travis phelps fluff #travis phelps drabbles #travis phelps imagine #travis phelps sally face

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emimii · 20 days

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ooh can you share more abt your autistic alonzo hc... i also see him as autistic but i'd like to hear your specific thoughts :3

FELLOW AUTISM ALONZO ENJOYER!!!! YAHOOO thank u i love u anon /p <3

like i mentioned in the mistoffelees ramble post alonzo has trouble physically expressing emotions

his tone is flat and he doesnt really make facial expressions so people cant tell if hes being genuine or sarcastic

he tends to over explain himself a lot because of this, esp to older cats bcuz he probably has like a strong moral code to be nice to his elders and not disappoint them

he doesnt tend to over explain to misto and victoria though, cause they get him :3

he also technically doesnt have to overexplain to munku bcuz theyve been friends long enough for munkustrap to understand what hes tryna get across, but its a force of habit and munk doesnt stop him he just listens

theres a obvious change in alonzo’s masking level and general openness when hes with people hes comfortable with, like hes probably a lot more talkative with loved ones

the few times he does show emotions is during stressful or awkward situations and its probably like, not the appropriate reaction either

something bad will happen maybe he breaks his arm and his immediate reaction is to start laughing even though hes in boatloads of agony or something bad happens to someone else and he’ll smile but not cause hes happy ykwim cause hes panicking

hes also pretty ‘immediately forgetful’ where he’ll put something down and not even a moment later he forgets where he put it so he just spends 10 minutes frantically walking around the general area flipping things over to try and figure out where he left it

i definitely think hes got a big aversion to like “screechy” noises, like nails on a chalkboard, spoons scraping on plates, and things skidding across the floor, he also does not like loud noises to me which is unfortunate when your younger brother has lightning powers.

#also he picks up traits from others often #so he’ll have a mix of both misto and victorias quirks #anyways deep down hes just a guy who likes his small group of friends and loved ones #and he doesnt like not hangout w anyone else but he likes a closeknit group more #my mew mew the silley #cats the musical #alonzo cats #cats alonzo #emi’s asks

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I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt.

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.”

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air.

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep.

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

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