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satoruin · 5 months

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➣ sunrise to sunset — 6:30am

pairing: dan heng x gn!reader

word count: 3.4K

summary: your annual summer visit to your grandparents results in meeting someone new, someone you find yourself falling for quickly.

notes from lee: got this idea from the very lovely vera's (@verxsyon) post that you can read here! but it's been rattling around in my brain for months and i have a pintrest board dedicated to it... this is just the first part since this only got through 3 of 13 bullet points...

It’s become somewhat of a tradition to fly out to see your grandparents and work at their local flower shop during your summers. This summer was no different, finishing your semester and exams and catching a red-eye flight.

As you exit the cab and walk to the shop front, you can feel just how tired you are: jetlagged with tired eyes and unsteady legs. It’s too early for the store to be open, but you know that the back door on the porch is almost always unlocked.

You start making your way around the shop, and once around the corner, the rising sun blinds you. You put up your hand to block out the sun, but something else blocks the light, making your hand useless. Well, it’s more like someone, and he’s ridiculously handsome. The sunrise gives him a picturesque backlight, something no one should look that good with.

“Um, is there something I can help you with?” The man asks, with a cocked head. He’s wearing an apron with your name embroidered on it, gardening gloves, and rubber boots. He’s holding the worn metal tub you’ve used for picking flowers before; it’s filled with begonias, gloxinias, hellebores, and monkshoods.

You’re shocked by many things, but mainly that he’s wearing your apron, so your response comes delayed and confused, “I live here?”

“Are you sure? That sounded more like a question.” He chuckles awkwardly, and it’s maybe the best laugh you’ve heard in your life

You wave your hands in the air as if you could clear out the embarrassment. “Sorry, I mean, my grandparents live here.”

“Oh! Then you must be,” he gestures to your name embroidered on the apron, “Let me grab your bag.”

“I’ve got it. Just finish your flower picking. Opening won’t wait for you.” You smile tiredly at him, your fatigue starting to catch up the longer you stand chatting with the cute guy.

He chuckles and steps out of the way to let you through towards the back porch with the unlocked door. You pull your suitcase up the stairs behind you as it makes an obnoxious thump. You can see your grandma and grandpa sitting at the table, sipping on their mugs. Their heads turn at the shut of the screen door, but don’t call out your name. “Dan Heng, we’ve made you coffee. Don’t worry, it’s black, no cream or sugar.”

“Dan Heng? Is that the young guy you have out there doing your chores?” The smiles on both their faces stretch wider, revealing their wrinkled faces that have smile lines and crow's feet, a true sign of their happiness.

“Oh, honey! It’s such a treat to see you here.” Your grandma stands up to pinch your cheeks, and you let her.

“I come every summer; if anything, I’m a nuisance.” She slaps your cheek lightly at your remark.

“Interest you in any coffee?” Your grandpa asks, already starting another pot. Though, it’s more likely for your grandma than you.

“I just want to sleep, so I’ll go to my room if you don’t mind.” You trudge up the stairs again, followed by the same thud of the suitcase. The room is just to the right of the stairway landing, but the door is ajar. You can see some clothes on the floor and the bed unmade. You shout to your grandparents, “Did you guys have a guest? There’s some stuff in here.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling, just get you some sleep.” You can tell there’s some undertone to her words, but you don’t care to decipher it.

You shrug and place your suitcase against the wall. You can’t be bothered to change right now, so just your shoes plop onto the floor as you do the same on the bed.

It smells like the laundry detergent your grandparents keep and something else you can’t quite place. Whatever it is, it’s comforting and lulls you to sleep nicely.

When you wake up, the clock blares in angry red numbers, telling you you’ve been asleep for around four hours. The blinds make the sunlight appear in stripes across the bedding. You take yourself downstairs to the kitchen area you had been in earlier.

Before you rummage through the fridge, you poke your head into the flower shop. Your grandma comes over as soon as she sees you. “Honey, you’ve got bedhead.” She has you bend so her hands can smooth over your hair to the best of her ability.

“Is that Dan Heng guy working the front?” You peek around the corner.

Your grandma follows suit. “Mmhm, his cute face brings in all the customers, so your grandpa and I make him. But he’s got a young body, so he moves stuff for us too.”

“So he runs the whole store? I hope you pay him well.” You laugh, joking with your grandma, but she looks at you and gives a nervous smile. “Oh my god, you don’t pay him.”

She plays with her fingers as she explains, “Well, it’s not that we don’t offer to pay him, he just doesn’t accept. He’s kinda like you, just lives with us and works.”

“That’s why my room is dirty? Gran, there’s a guest room for a reason.” You motion up to where the room is and try not to sound too irritated.

“Y’know that room has been filled for a long while, plus we didn’t know you were coming, hon! No letters, emails, or calls to the landline. So we let him borrow the room. He’s so nice and helpful. He’d be such a good husband,” she tries to explain but gives away her ulterior motive: matchmaking.

You give her a deadpan look at the revelation. “Do you know anything about him other than his name?”

“No, but…” She starts but trails off.

“Point proven! Yes, he’s very good-looking, and according to you, a hard worker, but beyond that, you and I don’t know anything. How can either of us consider him to be husband material off the three things we know about him?” You ask her seriously, not noticing that the man in question is peeking around the corner as you had done earlier.

“I heard my name?” His pink-tinged ears tell you he has heard at least some of your conversation.

She pats Dan Heng on the shoulder and tells him, “Oh, don’t worry, doll, I’m just telling ‘em how the two of you should get married.”

Both of you shout her name, but she doesn’t appear startled.

He opens his mouth to say something, hopefully, to dispute what your grandma had said, but the bell rings at the door front. “We’ll talk later, okay?” He looks straight at you, and waits for your confirmation, even with the urgency of a customer at the front desk. When you nod, he seems to relax a bit and nods back.

He disappears around the corner, and you look down at your grandma with hands on your hips. She only smiles and shrugs.

After inhaling what you can from the fridge, you decide it’d be best to start cleaning the spare room. It’s not like you could share a bed with Dan Heng.

When you get up there and open the door to the room, it’s packed full of boxes. The labeled boxes are ones you’ve seen in the attic, so you yell down to ask about it. “Gran, what’re the attic boxes doing in the guest room?”

Though you expect your Grandma to answer it's your Grandpa who replies, “There was a leak in the roof, so we had to move it all.” You hear as he climbs up the stairs and stands next to you. “I’m getting too old to go up the ladder with all that weight, so it’s just staying here.”

The room is practically overflowing with boxes, picture frames, and other odd-shaped items that didn’t fit in boxes. The mattress and disassembled bed frame are rested against the wall, trapped behind the stuff within the room. You certainly had your work cut out for yourself if you wanted Dan Heng out of your room by tonight.

You sigh just thinking about the work that needs to get done, and your Grandpa takes it as a sign. “Just wait until I ask Dan Heng to come up here. He'll be a big help. He moves all the stuff for the shop all the time.”

Before you can say anything, your Grandpa is down the stairs and poking his head into the flower shop, much like you had before with your Grandma. You can hear Dan Heng talking with your Grandpa, but you can’t make out the words.

You do, however, hear a new set of footsteps walking up the stairs, nothing quite like the heavy clomp of your grandfather’s or the light tread your grandmother has. Instead, his footsteps are almost silent, only the creaking of the floorboards gives him away.

You’re listening so intently to the footsteps that you don’t notice when he’s behind you until he puts a hand on your shoulder. You flinch dramatically at his touch, which makes him retract his hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologizes quickly.

You start to explain what you need help with when the AC clicks on. The incredibly loud sound of the fan is accompanied by the door slamming shut. You forgot that this door needed to be held open so that the AC didn’t glue it closed. It was a result of the house being old, as the AC tended to keep the door shut with the force of the airflow coming out of the fan. It was common for you to find yourself stuck when you were younger. So, for the time being, you were stuck with Dan Heng in the overcrowded room of boxes.

You sigh, sit atop one of the boxes, and pat the one next to you. “You wanted to talk, right? Let’s do it now while the AC runs through.”

He sits upon your request and sighs similarly. “I don’t think I’ve formally introduced myself, I’m Dan Heng.” He reaches his hand out for you to shake.

You take his hand and say your name, not that he doesn’t know it. “So about earlier…” you trail, trying to find the least embarrassing words to say, “My grandparents like playing matchmaker for me, but I can promise I didn’t put them up to it, so it'd be best if you forgot about it.”

“Consider it forgotten then.” He laughs but turns to you to ask, “But that’s not all you wanted to talk about, right?” His eyebrows raise as he looks at you with a pointed look. He’s already seen through you.

Though you feel shy under his gaze, you know you have to ask the questions your grandparents wouldn’t, “Why are you here in the first place?”

He answers right away, likely expecting the question. “It was raining hard, and I stepped into the first shop there was. They gave me dry clothes and a meal. Since the storm hadn’t subsided, they let me stay the night in your room, which I didn’t know belonged to you. I tried to pay your grandparents, but they refused, so I’ve been working to repay them.”

“Is that the only reason you’re here? Can you promise you’re not a serial killer or taking advantage of my grandparents?”

“Do I really look like that kind of person?” He sighs, looking slightly concerned at your accusation of him.

You don’t outright answer him with a yes or no, but instead prod further. “I mean, there was a serial killer who lured his victims in by being handsome. Who’s to say you’re not the same?” You ask, only realizing you’d outright called him handsome to his face after the words came out.

He’s unfazed by your unintentional flattery and puts his hand on his chest. “I promise I am not a serial killer, nor taking advantage of your grandparents' kindness and hospitality.”

“Pinky swear?” You hold out your pinky to him, a childish gesture, but it’d put your worries to rest if he indulged you.

He loops his pinky with yours and repeats you with a firm tone, “Pinky swear.”

You stifle a laugh at his sincerity and seriousness. “I think my grandparents are actually taking advantage of you, but I’m glad to know I won’t be murdered in my sleep.”

“Good, I was starting to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to convince you.” He tells you honestly, and you can’t help but laugh at his admittance. He looks at you and chuckles while shaking his head. Your cheeks begin to feel warm at the sound, and something’s definitely changed about the way you view him.

The whirring of the fan finally falls silent, and the door audibly unsticks from the doorframe, breaking you from your train of thought. You pop up from where you sat almost automatically and open the door, so you’re no longer trapped.

You pull on the string connected to the ceiling, and the folded ladder cascades down until it reaches the floor. You walk up only a few steps so you can pop your head in and assess what the situation is. There are definite signs of water damage and plywood amateurly nailed to the slanted ceiling. It smells just as nostalgic and musty as you remember with the slight scent of rainwater that’s permeated through the wood. It’s seemingly all dry now, so it should be fine to put the boxes and miscellaneous things in the guest room up in the attic now.

You waddle down the ladder, and Dan Heng reaches his hand up to place his hand on your lower back in support. His hand moves with you until he watches your feet touch on the floor before trailing his gaze back up to your eyes.

You hesitate because of the tingly feeling you have due to his actions, which he seems to not pick up on as you tell him, “If you stand on the ladder, I’ll pass you the boxes, and you can just shove them up into the attic.”

You pick up the closest box to the door, it’s filled with empty picture frames, ones that your grandparents had sworn they would fill with pictures and hang. After picking up the box, you move to the side of the ladder and balance the box on your head so it’ll be easier for him to grab the box from you.

His arms wrap around the box easily and his hands brush against yours briefly. After he takes the box, you look up to make sure he’s not struggling with it. As you check, his black tee rides up and gives you a peek of his stomach and the well defined muscles that lie underneath. You look away before he can catch you staring and grab another box from the room.

The two of you work in tandem until you’ve got a bulk of the boxes out of the room, at least enough for the mattress to be put down. With Dan Heng’s help, you drag the mattress to the middle of the room and push the rest of the boxes to the wall for now. Neither of you have the energy to put together the frame, so the bed stays on the floor.

You flop onto the bed and sigh, the room is a sad excuse for a living space and you’re starting to feel bad for condemning Dan Heng to it. The mattress creaks and dips as Dan takes a seat next to you. “Thanks for your help with the boxes. It’s not perfect but it’ll be sleepable for tonight. It’s better than sharing a bed with me, at least.” You joke, but he doesn’t laugh.

“It’s more than enough for me. In fact it’s probably more than I deserve.” He says quietly, playing with his fingers.

“Why would you say that? You deserve a place to sleep, a roof over your head, and payment for your work.” You bring up the issue that your grandmother had told you about earlier, if you were going to interrogate him, you’d find out about all of it.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it.” You sit up and look at him with a pointed look trying to get him to tell you, but he's saved by your grandma calling for dinner. You watch as he scrambles out the uncomfortable atmosphere of the room.

Dan Heng’s words rattle around in your head as you do the dishes after dinner. After putting the leftovers in tupperware, you let it cool before you put on a lid and into the fridge. You put a swirl of soap in the bottom of the stock pot before letting it fill with hot water, soapy suds forming and rising with the water. You turn off the water right before it threatens to spill over, much like your thoughts.

You let the pots soak while you truly ponder over Dan Heng’s words. What made him feel like he wasn’t deserving of basic human rights? Was he some kind of runaway or criminal? You shake your head at the last thought, he told you he wasn’t a murderer and his reaction alone told you that he wouldn’t be capable enough to go through with something violent. What about a faraway prince that was exiled like in a Hallmark movie? You laugh to yourself at that, those kinds of scenarios didn’t happen in real life.

There is nothing you want more than to just flop into your bed and sleep, but you’re grimy with sweat from moving things around earlier. Walking into your room is just another reminder of things you have to do before you can rest.

Dan Heng is there, knelt on the floor and picking up his belongings. He gives an awkward smile and finishes zipping up his duffle and leaves.

You stare at the unmade bed and remember how well you slept in it this morning. You do need to wash the sheets though, you can’t let Dan Heng’s scent permeate into your brain more than it already has. It dawns on you that he’ll need bedding too so you walk to the linen closet.

When the creaky door opens you can see there’s only one set of bedding. Of course, you have to give Dan bedding, so it’s either you don’t wash your bedding or you wait up until it’s done.

You take the bundles of fabric and take it to his room. He’s not there but you don’t care and start to put the sheets on. It’s certainly a challenge as the bed is on the floor so it takes many trips around the bed and picking it up before you get the sheets on.

There’s no pillows on the bed, but there’s some vacuum sealed ones up in the closet so you step up on one of the boxes that’ll hold for a second and pull down the bag. You don’t know how you don’t hear Dan Heng, but when you turn around he’s there, wrapped in a towel and dripping all over the rug.

“Oh.” He makes a small noise of surprise and you can see a pink flush visibly spread from his cheeks up to the tips of his ears and down to his chest.

You’re quick to slap both hands over your eyes and drop the vacuum sealed bag to the floor. (Not quick enough that you don’t have the image ingrained to your eyelids though.) “I am so sorry. I was just putting sheets on the bed, I didn’t mean for…” You trail, not sure how to put this encounter into words.

With one hand still over your eyes, you reach the other one out to find the wall and stumble out of the room. Once you reach the door frame, you outstretch your arm behind you aimlessly to find the door handle and shut yourself out of the room with another few sorrys.

Once in your own room, you collapse into the bed despite your earlier reluctance to do so. It still smells like Dan Heng.

#[ lee's writing ]#dan heng x gender neutral reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr #imbibitor lunae #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #honkai star rail #star rail #dan heng x gn reader #[ + ] hsr #! dan heng

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gingerjolover · 5 months

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hiii mama g!!! it’s my birthday today and so i’ve been thinking about what julien would be like on soft!gf’s birthday. first off, BIRTHDAY POST!!! (i’m taking her birthday post for herself into consideration while typing this) i think it’d be a slideshow of pictures, a couple that she’s taken of you and a couple that the boys or members of muna have taken of you. she’d definitely write a lengthy paragraph where every sentence is articulate and sooo meaningful to the point where it’s like your heart beats abnormally faster as you continue to read because she’s just SOOOO!!!!!!

secondly, i don’t really Imagine julien and soft!gf as hugeeee party people, so i don’t think they’d stay up at the strike of midnight waiting for soft!gf’s birthday. instead, i think julien wakes up at the crack of dawn, and obviously she knows how to cook, so she makes not only the most pleasing breakfast JUST to look at, but the most delicious breakfast for the both of them. so then soft!gf wakes up to julien, who’s already smiling ear to ear holding a tray table and setting it down before just peppering you with kisses and saying happy birthday in between each kiss I CANTTTTT IM FEELING ALL FUZZY shes so cutesie

and 24/7 on your bday, acts of service julien just never stops. she does every minor thing you’re so capable of doing for you. finished your breakfast? julien’s already taken it to the kitchen and washing the dishes. dropped something? she’s bent down to grab it for you. also, even though she already does this, she makes sure to open every single door for you, pull out the chair you’re gonna sit at, open the car door for you… like she is ON IT!

and then after having made sure she’s done (almost……) everything in her power to ensure that the day was all about you, there’s just oneeee more thing she was waiting to do to realllyyyy show how much she loves you…….. you get the VIBES! won’t say too much on that cause i’ve already talked your ear off and once i start, i won’t be able to stop BUT YEAHHHH JULIEN ON SOFT!GF’S BDAY ☹️☹️☹️💘

first off, HAPPY BDAY BABY!!!!! I hope you had SUCH a great day<3

and you are soooooooo right, i fully believe that acts of service is julien’s main love language (i have a blurb coming up about love languages for munagenius) and your birthday is the PERFECT excuse for her to literally wait on you hand and foot

as for the insta post i think you’re 1000% right and i can literally imagine julien scrolling through her album of you (of pics she’s taken but also ones that she’s been sent of you from muna or the boys or mutual friends) she would be so fucking picky about which photos to post making sure they encapsulate your personality perfectly and you’re right the post would be so beautiful and so heartwarming 😭 i think she would take the time to post the pics of your initials on her finger or a tattoo she got for you with you like posing cheekily with a thumbs up next to her or something

and i agree, unless it was a big birthday i can’t imagine them throwing a party but maybe if your best friend was in town or maybe your family or if it was a bigger bday and the boys, muna, kelli and ally and other friends wanted to do something for you it would still be super lowkey and julien would spend the whole day with you beforehand

she gives off the vibes of like if you open your door yourself she leans over, closes it and then runs to your side of the car like a bullet and then opens it, she def gets grumbly when you try and do stuff yourself

and I GET THE VIBES BABE I DO, i think she would just want it to be extra special and do everything you wanna do (she def makes a birthday sex playlist with an obsecure name i will die on this hill)

i also wanted to add she def wants to do everything for you on your bday, i think canonically soft!gf and julien don’t exchange gifts, like not big ones, mainly because they both do a lot of little things throughout the year, but julien ALWAYS spoils you on your bday, its usually stuff that’s practical but she loves to get you little things to watch you open in bed when your hair is all messy and eyes are sleepy, you’re like holding the covers up over your chest and she’s rubbing your back as you unwrap a bunch of little presents 🥹

#not anon but still a cutie #we r mutuals now #i hope u had the best bday baby #i love asks like this #i’m always down to discuss #soft!gf’s bday is a national holiday for all of munagenius #julien loves your birthday #it’s canon now #julien baker x soft!gf #julien baker x reader

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peach-and-bugs · 10 months

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“I didn’t miss you. But now you're here and… god, fuck me,” with teen nat preferably angst/smut please. thank you!

❤️I'm Out of Time - Natalie Scatorccio (2000) x fem!Reader❤️ (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

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Summary: You hadn't seen Natalie for years. Not since she'd come back after the crash, and you where alright with that. You'd taken time for yourself and you'd moved on. You were working on your degree and finding yourself. You weren't anticipating any interruptions…

Warnings: Post-crash, 2000 (Natalie and reader are both 22), angst, swearing, Travis, toxic dynamics & smut (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked) - fingering, praise kink, oral fixation + some spit, top!Natalie, dumbification, minor primal but only if you really squint

Word Count: 3,618

A/N: Hello loves! I'm knocking out two requests with this one, as the quotes felt like they worked together well, so I hope yall don't mind! To make up for it I've made it a much longer than some other one-shots. I also felt like this could be read as sort of a sequel to my other Natalie fic, Blame Game, as both of these have pretty similar theming going on. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

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You’re day had gone on relatively average compared to most days. You’d gone grocery shopping after class and work for the week as you desperately needed to restock your fridge. Normally, it was your roommate’s week to do the shopping, but she was out for the weekend visiting family back in Jersey, so today, you bit the bullet and got it done. You were currently fumbling with your bags as you talked to your mom on your cellphone, all while trying to get out of your taxi. Your mother always tended to call at the worst times.

“No, Mom, I’m fine! I’m just trying to get inside, is all,” you huffed when she asked why you were breathing so hard. “Yes, money’s fine. I’ve just gotta balance work and school, is all” She cut you off again, and you had to stifle your sigh of irritation. You fumbled to pull your keys out of your bag as you approached your doorstep.

Only when you looked up, did you notice the figure sitting in front of your apartment’s door. Your apartment mainly was single girls or girls who didn’t live with their boyfriends, so you assumed it was some strange suiter till the figure noticed you and stood. They brushed the hair from their face, and your blood ran cold, freezing you where you stood.

“Ok, Mom? Can I call you back?” Your mother was already pestering you for a reason why before you could finish asking her. “I’m just trying to get inside all with full hands. I’ll call you back. I love you,” You had to talk over her to hang up, followed by a struggle to get your phone out from under your ear and shoulder and into your bag.

Only after that did you acknowledge Natalie, who had simply stood watching you the whole time. You gave her a pointed look before letting out a stuffed breath and approaching her. When she opened her mouth to speak, you shook your head without stopping or skipping a beat as you went to unlock your door.

“No,” was all you said, fumbling with your keys once more.

“I didn’t even say anything,” she started with an exasperated scoff in her tone, following after you.

“No, but I knew you would,”

“Oh, you knew I would say what?” she hadn’t even seen you for five minutes and was already getting defensive—typical Scatorccio behavior. You groaned and just unlocked the door to your apartment complex and walked in with Natalie in tow because there was no getting rid of her now.

“If you’re going to insist on following me, at least take something,” you aggressively shoved a paper bag in her arms, freeing up one of your hands to get a firm grip on your keys. She took the bag with a grimace but didn't further complain as she climbed the stairs with you. Of course, the elevator was still broken after a week, but you might as well get a little cardio in. You dramatically let Natalie into your apartment behind you, taking the bag from her after dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You gave her no time to try the conversation again as you disappeared into your kitchen. You weren't going to let her derail your task. You wouldn't let her be a disruption.

Eventually, she found you after wandering into the apartment. You only gave her a glance of acknowledgment as you unpacked your groceries. She’d cut her hair, but she hadn't bothered bleaching it again like she always said she would. It now rested just above her shoulders. Her shabby bans could use a trim. The ends were falling in front of her eyes and had to be obstructing her vision. She’d also gotten her lip pierced since the last time she’d darkened your doorstep.

She kept her hands firmly shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket as she watched you. She was acting as though she hadn’t anticipated getting this far. You took a bundle of groceries to the fridge, and upon passing her, you scrunched your nose as you inhaled a familiar sour staleness.

“I thought you stopped smoking,” you commented offhandedly, neglecting to hide any condescending tone. Natalie, not expecting the sudden comment or conversation for that matter, gave you a confused look, her eyes following as you maneuvered around the pocket-sized kitchen.

“I'm sorry?” was all she could ask. You declined, looking back up at her as you turned your back to stick cans in you’re cupboards.

“You smell like cigarettes again,” she scratched at the back of her neck, looking away.

“Yeah, I picked it up again,” she acted as though she was about to be scolded by her mother. You turned around and gave her a hard look, trying to figure out what might be going on in her head. But Natalie was always tricky. She didn't let on what she was thinking. You could never figure her out. When you looked your way again, all you could do was groan and cover your eyes, practically boiling with frustration. And to think, just ten minutes ago, you thought to yourself that you’d been having a good, average day.

“Natalie, what do you want?” you forced yourself to ask, hands gripping the countertop of your kitchen island as you watched her. “Why are you here?”

“Do I need to want something to come and see you?” You were shaking your head before she could finish her thought.

“Yes! Yes, you do, Natalie, because you don’t just drop in,” You maneuvered out of the kitchen and into your living room with Natalie on your heels. “You always want something, even when you refuse to admit it,” You opened a window and stuck your head out, taking in a long breath of somewhat fresh city air. The sun was already starting to set as streetlights turned on one by one. Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to stick your head back into your apartment and face your “company.”

“I’m assuming it's money again,” you gave her a cold stare, crossing your arms and leaning against the windowsill. Natalie gawked at you, her jaw slightly hung wordlessly open till she scoffed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. “What, am I wrong? Or maybe you thought you could crash on my couch,” you egged her on. This, of course, pissed her off, which you thought ‘good. If I have to be pissed, then so should she,’.

“Wow, so college did make you a stuck-up bitch,” she said under her breath, immediately regretting her bitter tongue based on the deer-in-headlights look she gave you after, but even with the apology pressed to her lips, you didn't have it.

“Fuck you, Scatorccio. You can leave right now for all I care,” you got up as you spoke, hands clenched into fists as you pointed at her chest. You raised a hand to shove her and get her out of your house, but she acted faster, grabbing you by the wrist. Her grip was tight, but not painful, but still enraging. That is till you looked into her eyes for just a little too long, and you gave up, your anger melting into pity and frustration instead as your brow knit and you frowned with a trembling lip.

“What more do you want from me, Natalie,” you asked weakly, holding from screaming despite the urge you had. But Natalie couldn’t immediately give you an answer. That or she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she just held your wrist, her eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t pinpoint as she frowned. That is till she couldn’t take it, her eyes waving from you, and she shook her head, lips parting as she found her wording.

“I guess I missed you,” you couldn’t help growing angry again. You tugged your wrist from her, which didn’t take much effort, and gave her a point, hurt, look again.

“You ‘guess?’ What, Travis not doing it for you anymore, so you thought you’d just come back to me as backup, once again?” It was now Natalie’s turn to get angry.

“This has nothing to do with him-”

“Oh, it always does, Natalie,” you argued back, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation as you began to pace the room. “It’s always gonna be about Travis because you only want me when you can’t have him,”

“That’s not true!” she yelled back with gritting teeth.

“When was the last time you came to see me when you weren't on a break?” you pressed, feeling the sting of tears begins to sting your eyes.

“When was the last time you thought about me when you were with him, huh? I’ll tell you because you don’t think of me when you’re with him. You only think about me when you’re all alone, and I’m your last resort because you push everyone else away,” You finally let yourself yell, choking on tears. You knew you didn’t mean what you were saying, not wholeheartedly anyway. You just wanted her to go. You wanted to hurt her so she’d leave and never come back because you couldn’t keep doing this.

You couldn’t keep feeling like second best or being around for a quick fuck when she was feeling lonely. You’d moved on! You were living your life for you and finding your way in the world. But then Natalie has the nerve to walk back in when she feels like it and when it is convenient for her. What about when it was convenient for you?

What about way back when, when you’d waited for her, your best friend, to see you standing there, wanting her that whole time, only to pick a douchebag boy over you. Natalie said nothing as you began to cry. You felt like you were caving in on yourself, morphing back into that sad, lonely teenager who longed to be noticed as someone more than a friend.

“I didn’t miss you,” you finally managed to talk again through choked sniffles. You sounded pitiful; you knew it. But what else was there to do now but to keep being honest? “I was finally feeling good! But now you're here and- god, fuck me,” you ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head as you pulled your eyes away from her, biting your lip. You took your fist, wrapping it around the thumb on your other hand, allowing your hands to shake as you started to pace once more.

God, you wanted her to leave, but still, the thought of being alone after all this felt unbearable. And despite the anger you were feeling, you still wanted her. You wanted her to hold you, caress you, make you forget all the bad things you'd been feeling. You just wanted it all to go away. You hadn't even noticed that you shut your eyes again till you felt Natalie’s hands caress your face, thumbing at the tears that fell as she wrapped her hand around your clenched fingers. You couldn’t help looking up at her, your cheek eagerly seeking to lean into the warmth of her palm. She looked down at you with sad, wet brown eyes that you couldn’t help being captivated by.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she murmured rather stiffly, swallowing thickly as she nodded. “You’re right about all of it. And I’m sorry,” you took in a long sniff and shook your head.

“No, no, you're not. You're just saying that” You began to argue, but she urged you to listen.

“I am sorry, and I’ve missed you. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” she urged, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t wanna drag you into all my bullshit, you know? Because you don’t deserve that,” she explained weakly.

“I could have taken it,” You urged her, but she shook her head.

“I wouldn’t let you,” You sniffled again, relenting in a silent nod. You let that silence hang in the air till you couldn't bare it.

“Make it up to me?” Natalie knew the implication behind your request. You used that phrase with one another some times before, but now she wasn’t so sure.

“I don't know if that’s the best idea,” She murmured, taking her rare turn to be the rationally thinking one. But you shook your head as a final tear rolled down your cheek.

“Please,” you begged, squeezing her hand. “Just this time. If I regret it, it’s for me to deal with in the morning,” you knew you sounded miserably helpless, and you'd be embarrassed by your neediness when your mind cleared again, but for now, you leaned into it, excepting the mess you where when it came to Natalie. It was a bitter cycle; you knew it, but you could deal with the ramifications in the morning. After looking into your eyes for too long, she relented, taking your lips in with hers as your hands found refuge dug deep in her hair.

-❤-

She pressed you hard into the bed, aggressively tugging at your shirt to come off over your head as she straddled your hips, letting out hot and heavy breaths against your ear as she struggled to swallow the moan that threatened to push past her lips. You started to tug at her ripped shirt as well, only for Natalie to stop you and take it off in one swift motion. You are about to reach out for her till she gets off your lap, scooping under you to move you up the bed.

She kneeled on the bed above you and between your legs, messing with the buckle of her belt, smiling down at you with a wicked grin as her eyes lingered on your exposed, rising chest, then down to the band of your pants. Wordlessly you understand to take your pants off and sit up to do so as Natalie does the same. With the last major layer removed, your both left clad in your underwear. That is till you took your bra off, leaving your chest bare in front of her.

Natalie lunged forward, straddling your hips once more as she caught your lips in a heavy, messy kiss. Teeth scrape at your lip, and you meet the cold metal of her lip ring. Her breath was hot as it fanned over the skin of your face till she moved on to your neck. She sat above you, holding herself up with a knee and embows as she started marking up your neck. Her knee shifted into place between your legs, forcing into your core, and you let out a heavy moan from your throat. You could feel her smiling against the spot she now soothed on your neck, knowing what she’d done.

“That's a c-cheep shot,” you managed to stutter out as she moved on to scrap her teeth over your collarbone. She’d done that long ago on accident but recalled the reaction you'd had then too. Your hips began to gently rock against her knee, already craving any friction available for the growing ache down below. Of course, Natalie only found this to be further amusing. But she eventually relented, her hands pressing your hips down and still, as she moved down your body, kissing your stomach as she pulled her knee away and practically pealed away your underwear.

She dared to look up at you through her lashes with that blown, lusting look in her eye that had you turning your head away, fust clenching the pillow under your head as you bit your lip to stifle the moan in your throat. Of course, this wasn’t acceptable as she always liked seeing your eyes, so her hand snaked into your underwear, the pads of her pointer and middle finger finding your clit with ease; she moved up your body again, taking your chin between your fingers. You knew your face was flushed and hot, your chest heaving up and down with labored breath, your brows creasing as you strained to suppress the sounds pulling at your throat. But all the same, Natalie smiled down at you, her eyes full of unfamiliar warmth and affection that you craved.

“Don’t be quiet for me,” she purred, tilting her head as she held your chin. She squeezed your cheeks just enough to part your lips, which released a breathy moan, and she grinned, nodding along as her fingers began to circle your clit in rhythm with the roll of your hips. You were already feeling the oncoming brain fog as she continued her circlings, and without giving it any thought, your hands reached out, caressing her cheeks as she smiled down at you proudly.

Looking into her eyes, your mouth hung open as you let out every moan that surfaced as she circled your clit, going round and round till you felt like you were dizzy, but it wasn’t going to be enough. You were greedy. You needed more from her, more of her.

“Natalie, please,” you managed, your expression straining with every swipe. She shooshed you, cooing so gently as she nodded.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m getting there. You’re being so patient,” she finally moved on from your clit to test the waters of your entrance, which you knew was embarrassingly soaked by now. But Natalie didn't mind. She seemed to enjoy the way her fingers glided in with ease and how you let out another shuddering moan against her ear. After some adjustment, she began to pump and curl her fingers in a timely rhythm with the rocking of your hips.

She fawned at the way your eyes rolled back as her palm met your already sensitive clit, cooing muffled praise amongst the sound of your moans.

“That’s right. Keep up those pretty faces for me,” she purred just before she began messily kissing your jaw. After all these years, it still amazed you how she had you memorized. Fucking you was like riding a bike. Natalie never seemed to forget what she was doing. You tightened around her fingers, thighs squeezing around her hand to make sure you weren't going anywhere as you climbed your high.

Natalie groaned against your throat as the feeling but kept going. She’d moved so she was laying beside you, her head buried into your neck, biting at your shoulder as she grew increasingly aroused just by listening to the sounds from your throat and your cunt. Realizing how close she was to you among your building haze, you managed to think it wasn’t enough. So in a moment of desperation, thanks to your impending orgasm, you rolled over just enough to force your mouth against hers as a hand grappled at her still-clothed breast, slipping your fingers under the red lace to find hard, sensitive nipples waiting for you.

You strummed over her nipple with your thumb, and Natalie let out an unfamiliar, strangulated sound that ended in an animalistic whimper. The feeling caused her to pump harder into you and ultimately was the final push to send you over the edge with a similar howling cry as you curled in on yourself, your forehead falling to Natalie’s shoulder as you grappled at her bare arms. You could hear her hiss at the sting of your nails clawing at her skin as you started to come down.

Her hand slowed gradually as she continued to pump in and out, steadying you off of your high. She pulled away from you ever so slightly, nudging your thighs apart with her free hand to take her fingers back from you. She made a big show of licking her fingers clean till you gained enough self back to reach out, taking her wrist in hand and cleaning her fingers yourself. You watched her, doe-eyed and still hazy, as you let her fingers pass your lips, tongue running around her digits as you moaned at your taste. She appeared jealous watching the action but seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

“Well, look at you,” she murmured under her breath with a turned smile. She sat up on her side, propping herself up with her elbow. You let her fingers go with a pop as they passed your lips, and she grinned as she wiped your spit off on her underwear. You smiled contently without saying a word as you reached up, brushing Natalie’s bangs from her forehead where they stuck with sweat. Your hand ran down her jaw, guiding her back to your lips for another long kiss. As the kiss went on, your hands began to wander, but she stopped you before you could make your way into her pants. She held your wrist and shook her head, kissing your palm.

“Not now. Just get some sleep,” she murmured, unclasping her bra from behind to throw it over the edge of the bed as she got up. She ducked away into your bathroom. You lie naked in the dark, listening to the sound of the tap turning on and running for some time before it turned off as she retired with wet cloth in hand. She helped you under the covers as she got in with you and slipped the warm rag between your legs, casually helping your clean up. The rag was also tossed to the floor with the rest of your clothes as Natalie crawled into bed with you. She didn’t often stay the night, but in your growing groggy state, you smiled, feeling her wrap around you, holding you tight. Maybe she wouldn’t stay, but for now, she was here and you were going to be content with that.

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #fanfiction requests #fic request #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader

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takitakidancetillthesunriseyea · 5 months

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Wonderland and the Rabbit (Theory)

I thought by now my brain would’ve run out of Ateez theories but I was very wrong. Last night I was aimlessly scrolling the internet when I came across all of the rabbit-centric promotional material Ateez used for their latest comeback The World Ep. Fin: Will, that I had somehow missed seeing before their actual comeback.

I also discovered Mito which I had seen before but didn’t realize was also related to the comeback. I guess just I accepted without question that they would carry a little stuffed rabbit around for no reason. (Apparently Mito is short for Michin Tokki or Crazy Rabbit.)

Of course that set the gears in my brain turning. Crazy Form has a few things in common with Wonderland, (mainly the coats) but not enough that I would immediately think they’re connected lore wise.

However, Crazy Form has a lot, and I mean a lot. Of Alice in Wonderland references.

We have Hongjoong doing the Cheshire cat smile.

We got the rabbits everywhere and the little ear motions in the choreography. Personally I think the name “Crazy Form” alone is already pretty in line with the whole Alice in Wonderland “We’re all mad here,” thing. And of course we have whatever these godawful furry things are.

Even Seonghwa’s smile in the MV is rather Mad Hatter-ish

(I also find it interesting that his left eye is covered but that’s a point for a dif theory.)

So. From all that it’s clear they’re trying to make a connection to Alice in Wonderland. But why? What does Alice in Wonderland have to do with their story so much that they’re putting references in everywhere.

At first I assumed it had to do with their alternate universe thing. Is entering the doors to Strictland in the Wonderland MV them ‘going down the rabbit hole’? Is Mito their white rabbit? (Even though it’s black-) Is it just another reference to them being somewhere strange they don’t belong?

As I was thinking of all the things I could remember about Alice in Wonderland, suddenly it hit me. The ending. Alice in Wonderland ends with Alice waking up and realizing it had all been a dream.

(When I realized it I almost lost it)

There have already been a number of people theorizing that the Crazy Form MV is at least partially in a dream due to Hongjoong shooting real bullets out of his finger guns, San flying, etc... Oh yea and the crecent moon at the beginning that seems to instantly change to a full one.

Which just adds it to this list of dream related MV’s like Illusion, Wave, Inception, and Eternal Sunshine. But it really makes me wonder, was the Wonderland MV a dream too? We don’t have diaries for the Treasure series, so pretty much anything goes at this point.

It would make sense if all the weird maze stuff was part of a dream, but feel like the maze is something different entirely… AhhhHHhgh this is all so big brain that I don’t think I’ve even scratched the surface of what’s actually going on.

It does makes me wonder though…just how deep does this rabbit hole (dream) go? How long have they been asleep? And when they wake up, where, when, and who will they be?

#ateez lore #ateez #ateez atiny #atiny #ateez theory #I had sm thoughts happening as I wrote this #probably doing another one soon about just Crazy Form #ateez lore gives me life for the 1% i understand it #the deeper I go the more my respect for HJ grows #not that I didn’t already think he was amazing #but as a writer I’m just impressed #kim hongjoong #seonghwa #loreteez #loretiny #the world ep fin will

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amethystina · 1 year

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The Devil Judge Meta: The Bus Scene

Hello and welcome to the chaos.

So, ever since I first saw this drama, I've been OBSESSED with the bus scene for how beautifully it establishes a lot of core traits for both Yo Han and Ga On's personalities. It is, quite simply, a masterpiece. And so, since I've got nothing better to do (*cough, cough*) here's a rambling meta where I scream about it, simply because I can and want to.

Disclaimer: This is by no means a COMPLETE meta of this scene. I will only be focusing on the characters and not, say, the cinematography. And even then I won't include every single detail. I mostly want to gush about how wonderfully this scene takes on the challenge of showing two characters' different personalities through their actions and reactions alone. Don't come at me if I don't talk about everything that makes this scene cool. Also, obviously, these observations are just my opinions and I don't expect everyone to agree. I'm just having fun yelling about characters I like.

Second Disclaimer: I was left unsupervised with Photoshop while having a fever. I take no responsibility for the resulting screenshots.

More under the cut!

And brace yourselves — it's hella long.

Let's just jump right into the action! (mainly because the build-up isn't all that interesting)

The moment the situation becomes clear to Ga On — i.e. that the little girl is in terrible danger — this is his immediate reaction:

Good boy.

I mean, at this point, it's not even a particularly risky decision. The bus is still pretty far away so he should have enough time to grab the girl and run out of there. No biggie. And, clearly, the soldiers aren't going to be doing anything to help her, so it's understandable that Ga On takes it upon himself to do so. SOMEONE has to.

And this is a very good example of Ga On's problem-solving in action. His main priority is saving the victims and his method of choice — run over and grab the girl himself — may be simple, but also very straightforward and effective. It gives an immediate and tangible result. It's a bit impulsive, sure, since he's potentially putting himself in danger, but it also shows his selflessness and sincerity. He doesn't even HESITATE before he starts running since Ga On's problem-solving is very instinctual.

He's a man of action who doesn't waste time on second guesses, doubts, or plans. He sees a situation and intervenes with the method that occurs to him at the time.

So he's a quick thinker, definitely, but he also doesn't have much of a strategy outside of "save the girl." The scope of his solution is narrow, focusing more on rescuing the one in immediate danger rather than defusing the situation. That doesn't mean he's BAD at solving problems — he's actually very clever and reacts and adapts impressively fast — just that he's got a very specific goal in mind and the solution he chooses is usually decided by that goal.

In a tight spot, Ga On's main focus is pretty much always to rescue the victims (or innocents, if you prefer) rather than neutralising or stopping the threat. He is, first and foremost, a protector and saviour.

Which is very noble and heroic. We love that for him.

And Ga On's day would probably have gone a lot better if life hadn't decided to throw a Yo Han-shaped wrench into his reckless but well-meaning plans. Because, WOW, do their respective problem-solving tactics clash.

Case in point:

This shot (aside from being very pretty) is a SPECTACULAR glimpse into Yo Han's mindset and POV. The focus is on the bus — the threat — but we can also clearly tell that, should Ga On try to rise, he and the girl might end up getting shot. There are innocents in between Yo Han and his target — innocents who might get hurt should Yo Han proceed with his planned actions.

And Yo Han still fires.

Which is why I totally don't blame Ga On for making this face:

Like, Ga On later criticises Yo Han for being willing to risk the bus driver's life, but let's not forget that Yo Han was also willing to send a bullet flying over Ga On's head without hesitation. Just as Ga On was about to straighten, no less. That's risky as all hell.

And that brings us to Yo Han's problem-solving.

Unlike Ga On, Yo Han focuses on stopping the bus rather than protecting the victims — he even puts them in MORE danger by firing the gun with them in the crossfire. Which may seem even more reckless than Ga On's method at first glance, if it wasn't for this:

Yo Han is perfectly calm.

Despite the pressure of the situation, he handles it with a cold, almost detached, precision. A precision that probably comes from the fact that he's already assessed how the situation will unfold and how he has to act in order to change its course. As he points out later, the bus would have kept going forward if it hadn't been stopped and, even if Ga On and the girl had managed to run away, there's a potential for countless more victims — soldiers, bystanders, and other employees at the Supreme Court. In neutralising the threat, he saves more lives.

In a sense, this can also be seen as punishing the instigator, as opposed to Ga On's choice of protecting innocents. As Yo Han later admits, he's willing to sacrifice one life to save many — especially when that someone is a bad person.

While Yo Han's actions are undoubtedly ruthless, he also has a wider scope of the situation than Ga On, to the point where they don't even view it the same. To Ga On, the girl getting run over is the problem that needs to be solved. In contrast, to Yo Han, the problem that should be solved is the speeding bus, which, if not stopped, will result in the girl getting run over.

This is why, instead of allowing Ga On and the girl time to run away, Yo Han doesn't lower the gun.

He's there to solve a problem and the speeding bus is the problem, not Ga On or the girl's possible fate. And with such a different core grasp of the situation, it's no wonder their respective solutions clash.

They're trying to solve two completely different problems.

Complete Sidetrack: I've seen some people criticise the realism of this scene because Ga On doesn't try to take the girl and run despite having many chances to do so, but I would argue that the biggest flaw in the realism is the preschool teacher. You're telling me that woman WOULDN'T turn back and try to save that child herself? Has the writer of this show even MET a preschool teacher? That girl is her responsibility! She wouldn't just leave her!

And sure, the woman has other children to take care of, but they're safely across the road already. She can order them to stay put and then run back. I think the only logical reason why she wouldn't is if someone is physically restraining her.

… or if the creators simply wanted a cool scene (that I admit to loving) and didn't really care if they misrepresented this poor woman. Justice for the preschool teacher!

ANYWAY. I DIGRESS.

I LOVE Ga On's face when he realises what just happened and that Yo Han is far from finished.

Because Yo Han more or less holds Ga On and the little girl hostage. Which says quite a lot about his ruthlessness AND his confidence. Yo Han is clearly convinced that his method is the right one — that his aim is good enough to take the risk — and doesn't even give Ga On the option to protest. He literally holds Ga On at gunpoint and forces him to abandon his solution of grabbing the girl and running in favour of Yo Han's plan of stopping the bus. Basically, if Ga On wants to come out of this alive, he'll have to bend to Yo Han's will.

Foreshadowing much?

Like, short of trying to ROLL out of the line of fire, there's not much Ga On can do if he wants to avoid getting himself or the girl shot. He has NO idea when Yo Han might pull the trigger again or exactly where he is aiming.

And, well, as we see here, Ga On is clearly making the right choice by staying put. YIKES, Yo Han.

And this highlights another aspect of Yo Han, which is his arrogance.

We've established that stopping the bus will most likely result in saving more lives, but there was nothing wrong with Ga On's initial response to the situation. Ga On and the girl would have been completely fine if Yo Han hadn't shown up when he did — or had simply chosen to wait a couple of seconds longer before firing the first shot.

Except Yo Han is so certain of his own abilities that he completely ignores what everyone else might be trying to do to solve the situation, to the point where he doesn't even care if he RUINS those efforts. He's already convinced his plan is better. So he essentially steps in and wrenches control away from everyone else — including Ga On — and the consequences could have been catastrophic, especially since he doesn't communicate with the others involved.

And if that isn’t Yo Han in a nutshell, I don't know what is.

Yo Han has no faith in anyone's plans but his own and will pursue them with a single-mindedness that's both alarming and kind of impressive.

If you want something done, do it yourself, I guess?

In some ways, Yo Han even CREATED this situation, with Ga On and the girl remaining in the bus's path. He could easily have let them run off first, but didn’t because he's so convinced he's doing what's best.

Then again, I guess we wouldn't have this shot if he had:

I appreciate your dedication to being a protector, Ga On, but I don't think that's going to make much of a difference.

And this thing, where Yo Han's arrogance and actions are the direct cause for the complications they face, repeats a couple of times in the drama. Sometimes it's because he's stirred up so much shit that people get desperate and, a couple of times, it's because he's underestimated his opponents. And, sometimes, it even seems like it's just out of sheer curiosity, because he wants to see what will happen.

Like how he gets kidnapped and drugged by Sun Ah because he went off the meet her alone in a goddamn shipyard, or how he underestimated what Cha Kyung Hee would do if he pushed her into a corner, and how Sun Ah would never have tried to have Ga On beaten up in the slums if Yo Han hadn't paraded him around like his lovely little househusband, making it blatantly obvious how much he cares about him (which, I will admit, it another favourite scene of mine).

While Yo Han is definitely a good problem solver, he also CAUSES a lot of problems, both for himself and others. The part that I like about that, however — and what sets him apart from a lot of other characters in media — is that he's AWARE of the risks. He's not foolishly making reckless decisions that put him in danger (unlike someone else we know) but simply deems the risks to be worth the endgame. The risks Yo Han takes are calculated and, for better or worse, he's frighteningly good at maths.

But that only makes him seem more ruthless. Since no one else can see his calculations, it can be difficult to follow his logic, even more so since his values and morals are what they are (that's to say: OPTIONAL).

All of that said, while Yo Han is arrogant and very determined to be the one in control, he doesn't do it to show off or brag. He's used to being if not the smartest person in the room, then at least the most efficient one. He, too, is a man of action who will get things done smoothly and efficiently, no matter the cost.

And I do love this moment right here, just after the bus has only narrowly missed Ga On and the girl:

They could have made him look smug — or even pleased — but they didn't. He remains calm and focused because, again, it's not about the glory. Just like his revenge plan, it's all about the mission — the result. He does what he has to in order to reach his goal, simple as that.

While Yo Han definitely carries a lot of intense emotions (some that he should probably talk to a therapist about) he is also incredibly goal-oriented, to the point where he doesn't let his emotions sway his decisions very often. More often than not, if Yo Han does something, it's because he has a plan — a goal or something he wants to accomplish. And he will pursue that goal without hesitation.

But that also means he doesn't really care about who he has to step over in order to get there — including victims and innocents.

Meanwhile, Ga On:

Showing care and concern in a situation like this is pretty natural, I'd say, especially for someone as compassionate as Ga On. OF COURSE he would take the time to make sure the little girl is okay!

Ga On is such a good boy <3

And here's another difference between Yo Han and Ga On, since Yo Han makes no such effort. Which I wouldn't necessarily say means that Yo Han doesn't care, but rather that he doesn't bother to ask for verbal confirmation of something he can clearly see with his own eyes. They weren't hit by the bus so they should be fine. Nevermind possible shock or trauma — that’s definitely not Yo Han’s problem.

The difference IS pretty unsettling, anyway, and we get this shot (which I love):

It's not even particularly long, but the fact that they lock eyes after such a traumatic event and THAT is the face Yo Han makes is… yeah. Say what you will about Ga On and his habit of jumping to conclusions, but I can't really blame him for wondering if Yo Han is a psychopath.

And that's another beauty of this entire scene, since not only does it tell us, the viewers, about these characters, but it also serves as a moment for Ga On to realise what kind of man his new boss actually is. That's to say, someone who doesn't hesitate to shoot despite innocents being in the way, but also chastises the soldiers for not having the guts to do it themselves.

Also, I know I said I wouldn't focus on cinematography, but I just want to point out how beautiful these two shots are:

With Ga On and the girl — the victims, for all intents and purposes — framed by the soldier and Yo Han, which soon shifts into this:

With Yo Han moving to COMPLETELY cover them. It's not only gorgeous from a visual and storytelling perspective, but you can also have a field day analysing what that might mean from a character and symbolic perspective.

But that's another meta, I guess.

Back to the wide-eyed deer Ga On.

For someone as caring as Ga On, Yo Han's behaviour — and lack of compassion — is clearly quite upsetting. For which I honestly can't blame him. A lot of Yo Han's actions up until this point can be explained away as a superior trying to take action and protect his employees, but Yo Han chastising the soldiers for not firing sooner? Yeah, not so much. That is COLD, especially coming from a man who’s in a position of power over practically everyone else at the scene.

Because that's also something to remember: Yo Han doesn't just have power because he forcibly takes command, he also has a lot of authority due to his position.

A position he doesn't hesitate to abuse at points.

And, if we try to view this from Ga On's perspective, that shit is not only upsetting but downright TERRIFYING. Who wants to work for a cold and heartless dictator?

Anyway, back to Ga On being A Good Boy™.

His protective instincts are once again brought back into focus as he rushes to save the bus driver. Like with the girl, he doesn't hesitate, even if he is, once again, putting himself in danger. Saving people is instinctual to him and it doesn't matter who they are — Ga On values lives equally.

… well, until they hurt someone he cares about — then he's Down To Murder.

But that, too, is another meta entirely.

Anyway, Ga On's protectiveness is clearly one of the cornerstones of his character. Not only is he very heroic (though he'd certainly never use that word), but he's also a good caretaker and a very compassionate human being in general.

Meanwhile, Mr. Abyss over here:

Yo Han makes no effort to help Ga On, neither personally nor by sending soldiers to aid him. And while that only serves to make Yo Han seem even more cold and unconcerned, it also makes complete sense considering what we established earlier. Because sending the soldiers to help would only put them at risk as well, should the bus explode before everyone can make it clear. Again, Yo Han chooses the option that will cause less damage and put fewer people at risk (hilariously), even if that means he's willing to forsake the lives currently in danger.

It's simple arithmetic, just like with the driver.

And, well, since he DOESN'T move, we also get this glorious shot:

Everyone else ducks down or gets thrown off their feet, meanwhile, Yo Han just raises a hand to shield his face — as if a wholeass bus exploding is just a mild inconvenience to him.

10/10, Very Impressive. Very Extra.

HOWEVER, after this comes a brief but very fascinating moment, when the fire is roaming and Yo Han's gaze (presumably) lands on Ga On.

During a couple of seconds, Yo Han seems to zone out, just blankly staring. It's the most unfocused he's been during this entire scene and I don't think it's a coincidence that the moment involves fire and Ga On (i.e. Isaac 2.0 – Sugar Baby Edition).

This is a moment that probably won't stand out all that much during a first watch, but holds a lot more meaning once you know Yo Han's backstory. It's an interesting glimpse into something like humanity — and weakness — from Yo Han. And I'm pretty sure it's intentional that most people are too panicked and/or disoriented to notice. While Ga On learns a lot about Yo Han in this scene, this moment — this particular thread, with Yo Han's trauma — is still too early to pull on. It's not until later that Ga On begins to see Yo Han's humanity.

This moment is for US, the viewers, more so than the other characters.

Anyway, in true Yo Han fashion, he's soon back to his regularly scheduled shenanigans.

He still makes no effort to help Ga On or the bus driver, instead settling for a little tilt of his head that could be disapproval, could be approval, or just acceptance of how the last couple of minutes played out. They were, after all, minutes during which Yo Han made no attempt to wrestle control from Ga On, letting him attempt to save the bus driver without intervention. I wouldn't call it an outright test, but it's definitely a moment during which Yo Han waited and watched rather keenly.

Because, naturally, Yo Han is learning about Ga On, too, just like Ga On is learning about him. They're two very observant people and each action and reaction helps them start outlining the other's personality. Yo Han, in particular, has a good reason for cataloguing Ga On's behaviour and reactions, since it'll help him gauge if Ga On will be a hindrance or an asset to his revenge scheme.

And while I don't think that Yo Han is particularly impressed by what Ga On did — it was impulsive and reckless, and Yo Han clearly doesn't care much for heroics — it DID give results. And Yo Han is all about the results. If nothing else, he learned that Ga On is both stubborn and compassionate.

The latter isn't very useful to Yo Han, but the former certainly is. And I have no doubt that he's filing that information away for later.

And, hilariously, this is the point where Yo Han does ANOTHER very Yo Han thing:

Despite being the man with the highest authority at the scene — i.e. the one who should arguably step in, take command, and deal with the aftermath — Yo Han simply turns around and leaves. Once the threat has been handled, he sees no point in staying since his purpose was never to protect or help the people involved — it was to solve a problem.

And since the bus has now been stopped, the problem is solved.

The fact that he also made it explode is clearly not his problem.

He doesn't care about the fallout, even when he's the direct cause. This returns time and time again, where Yo Han is fully prepared to stir shit up, but rarely stays long enough to deal with the consequences. Most notably in the last episode, when he dumps the burn crisp of a judicial system in Ga On's lap and tells him to fix what he broke.

Which is HILARIOUS.

But, honestly, also very reasonable. Say what you will about Yo Han (and I do — very often) but he's a man who knows himself, his strengths, and his abilities incredibly well. And he holds no illusions about being a nurturing person. His strength lies in analysing situations, solving problems, and, for lack of a better term, Fuck Shit Up. He's the wrecking ball — the unstoppable force of nature — not one of the helpers who come after to build it all back up again, better and shinier.

That kind of job is definitely better suited for Ga On, who's kind, compassionate, and driven.

So while it is very irresponsible for the man in charge to just leave in a situation like this, it probably makes sense to Yo Han. Why waste time on something he has no interest in and, in some ways, isn't even particularly good at?

(also, it makes him look WAY cooler if he walks away with that fire burning in the background, I guess, which might also be a factor)

Unsurprisingly, it makes less sense to Ga On who, the moment he starts regaining his bearing, looks up and tries to find Yo Han.

And while I AM tempted to make a joke about always looking for your crush first after a dangerous situation, we all know it’s way too early for that here. No, Ga On looks up partly to see if anyone else has gotten hurt but, also, to look for guidance. It IS Yo Han's responsibility to handle this situation and Ga On is well within his right to expect that of his boss.

Except Yo Han isn't there.

Boss of the Year, this one.

And not only does that convey to Ga On that Yo Han is unpredictable, but also, to some extent, UNRELIABLE. Someone cold and uncaring — someone not to be trusted to uphold his end of the bargain. Someone who causes a lot of damage, but will leave it to others to mend the wounds.

And, clearly, Ga On is VERY disappointed.

In short, Yo Han doesn't really make a good first OR second impression on Ga On. Though I would argue that Yo Han couldn't care less about that, which probably only makes Ga On MORE frustrated, since he's clearly more of a traditionalist, who believes in being polite, accommodating, and taking responsibility. And while Yo Han has no trouble taking responsibility in certain regards — like admitting that he was willing to kill the bus driver if he had to — it's not in the considerate, altruistic way that Ga On no doubt would prefer to see in a superior.

Yo Han doesn't give a flying fuck about propriety and politeness, and when he's being a good boss or kind to strangers, it's usually performative.

Which, again, is why I don't blame Ga On for wondering just what kind of person Yo Han is. Even just in this one scene, Yo Han doesn't exactly come across as very sympathetic. Cool, efficient, and ruthless as fuck, sure, but definitely not the kind of guy you want to be working with. Which is only made all the more obvious when it's put next to Ga On's somewhat reckless but ultimately well-meaning and selfless acts of compassion.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that they're each other's opposites, but this scene goes a long way to show the differences in Ga On and Yo Han's personalities, mindsets, and values. And it doesn't necessarily take sides or try to tell you which is better, just that they're different. Both have pros and cons.

Ga On is kind, caring, and will do whatever it takes to protect innocents, but that also makes him reckless and unpredictable.

Yo Han is calm, efficient, and always has a carefully calculated plan, but that also makes him cold and ruthless.

All of this from one single scene.

They learn so much about each other — and we about them — in this one scene that you don't really need much more to understand just how violently these two opposing forces are going clash as the drama progresses. This scene is MARVELLOUS.

Even more so since they don't speak a WORD to each other.

They talk to side characters, but not each other and still, SOMEHOW, this one scene contains so much information — so much TENSION — that you can cut it with a knife. This, even more so than their first meeting, is where the foundation for their relationship is laid and they manage to do it entirely through actions and reactions.

These two will be the death of me, I swear.

In conclusion: FUCK YES I LOVE THIS DRAMA.

You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

End of meta.

#The Devil Judge #The Devil Judge Meta #Kang Yo Han #Kim Ga On #Gahan #This has been brewing for a while #And I finally decided to actually get it done #But also #Guys #This is ridiculously long #And the screenshots are incredibly stupid #This is why I shouldn't write meta #I don't know how to do things by halves #Or how to stop making stupid jokes #I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for that 'Sugar Baby Edition' thing #I choked on my tea when I read the draft and realised what I'd written #I should clearly not be trusted with Photoshop OR a word processor #But yeah #Have some excessively detailed meta

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reclusivesapphire · 1 year

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What’s your headcannons on shellington (I think I spelled his name wrong)

Here are some of my Shellington headcanons! (Yeah, you spelled it right :)) Some of these are from other miscellaneous headcanons posts I’ve done in the past, and others are new.

* If Shellington were human, he’d be one of those tall, lanky brunette dudes. You know the type.

* He/they pronouns.

* He’s an Earth sign, likely a Taurus or a Virgo.

* Sleeps on a waterbed (if he ever sleeps anywhere other than his desk, lmao), since, as an otter, he used to sleep on the water back at home.

* Bands I think he’d listen to: Green Day, Radiohead, Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, Stone Temple Pilots, etc. I think he’d like music from the 90’s - early 2000’s in general, mainly grunge.

* Autistic. That’s it, that’s the whole bullet point.

* There is nothing anyone can say to convince me that this man has a driver’s license. (If he does, it should be revoked.) My guess is that he was so focused on studying marine biology that he kept putting off getting driving lessons, and he just never got around to it.

* Remember that tumblr post that was like, “scientists can get away with doing really weird shit because they’re scientists”? That’s probably why no one addresses the fact that he eats KELP CAKES WITH HOT SAUCE. The crew is probably like “yeah it’s weird but he discovered a new species, let him be”

* Him and Pearl have dressed up as Dipper and Mabel for Halloween before! It was absolutely Shellington’s idea.

* I feel like he’d be a Gravity Falls fan in general. He’d have a lot of fun deciphering the cryptograms, both in the show and in Journal 3. I don’t have a particular reason for this headcanon, it’s purely based on Vibes.

* His allergy to sea urchins probably played at least a part in him becoming a marine biologist. Since he couldn’t help the ocean’s ecosystem by keeping the sea urchin population down like most sea otters, that probably led him to wanting to do so in another way.

* This last one isn’t a headcanon, but before it was revealed he was an otter, I genuinely thought he was a brown bear.

#octonauts #captain barnacles #peso penguin #kwazii #dashi dog #tweak bunny #shellington #professor inkling #fun fact #when I was younger I had a FAT crush on Shellington #i don’t know why #maybe eight year old me was into nerds idk #im over it now #just in case anyone was wondering

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chris-continues · 2 years

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Blooming Panic- Skate Dates

(Skating Panic)

I will do this as a scenario per LI

Mentions: fluff, falling, and incredibly amazing characters

I mention a few times about how to skate, just to clarify it.

(We’re going to assume reader is as bad at skating as I am, let’s go)

I feel like I did more telling than showing for this, but I was gonna do bullet points (so ig it’s an improvement?)

Nightowl-

After another day in, you had just finished a project that was needed to be done. You sighed and stretched your back, then announced to your boyfriend you were finished.

He decided a day out was needed.

“Let’s celebrate, cutie!”

He treated you by taking you to a 1950’s diner (for the aesthetic of the activity you were to be surprised with, he told you), then he took you roller skating.

“I’ve.. only gone once or twice, but I remember liking it!” He grins, holding his hand out and taking you with him, wrapping an arm on your back so you’re steady.

You’re aware of the reason why nightowl hasn’t done this much, but that only makes you wish that he’ll have fun with you.

You fully stand with him, walking a bit before gripping to the edge of the rink.

“I prefer roller skates over rollerblades, it’s easier to me. Whatever works for you works.” He winks, before skating a bit, catching himself, then continuing.

“How are you-“ you keep trying, and while you’re steady for now your legs are very wobbly.

He experimentally skates backwards in front of you, dancing and moving to the song that’s playing, zig zagging and.. wow. He looks so charming, blond hair swishing in his movements as he has the time of his life, before noticing your struggles.

“Let’s skate cutie, I’ve got you.”

You can’t help but thank him for helping you the whole time, even if you trip a little here and there, you’re both having a great time as you both glide across the rink.

You both had a lot of fun that day.

Quest-

“I’m back from work angel!”

Quest’s voice rings out from the entrance of your shared home,

“Hey, Quest?”

He follows your voice, walking into the living room, “Yes?”

“Are you up to going out tonight?”

And so, date night begins.

You drive there, telling him it’ll be a surprise before getting too nervous and excited about your plans, telling him before you even get there.

Quest gets you both your skates while you wait, offering to put your skates on for you. He’ll look up at you adoringly once he’s done, admiring the look you give back.

You lean on him on the way to the rink, before you both hesitantly step in.

“I uhh-“, you struggle to keep your balance as you hold onto the edge of the rink, “I read somewhere that you like- do a V with your feet and push?”

Quest nods, before trying that. He keeps catching himself a bit before he almost falls, but he’s trying. To be fair, you’re also struggling too

You’re both laughing and eventually kind of (?) get the hang of it, holding on to the rink and each other (mainly you on quest, he’d probably topple you over-)

By the time you both get home, you’re tired. But Quest doesn’t let you order takeout, and you end up making a nice, but simple dinner together.

Together. You both really liked the sound of that.

Xyx-

You figured skating would be fun enough for date night. Every week, without fail, you both would try to clear your schedules for date night. Hell, when you both were busy; even dinner together while working or a nap with both of you and Cat counted.

But skating just sounded fun, so you found the closest location with good reviews, and drove your boyfriend over.

“Doll, you picked skating? I haven’t done this in years.”

“I haven’t done it in awhile either, but are you insinuating that you’re bad at it?”

“xyxspeed, I’ll definitely be way better than you.”

You’ll both race to get your skates, get them on,

“I’ll race ya, how bout that, yeah?”

You grin, “Bet.”

He wobbles a bit and you laugh, before wobbling a bit too, as you both poorly try to remember how to skate.

“Loser gets dinner!” And he rushes off.

You keep skating best you can, stumbling like an idiot. Adrenaline pumps in your veins, pushing you to win for the purpose of bragging rights.

“I- I win!” Your arms pump into the air as sweat forms on your brow.

“Let’s get dinner in a few hours, yeah?”

(He ended up letting you win the first time, or he genuinely sucks. Can’t tell. But you get to choose dinner! :) )

NakedToaster-

Toast is actually pretty good at ice skating. Maybe can’t do a bunch of jumps and whatnot, but they look incredibly beautiful and handsome and-

“Hey honey, can I try skating with you?”

You both decide that it may be fun for them to teach you a small bit of ice skating.

There’s no cars in the parking lot, save for the employee section. Strange.

“Did we come here early? It’s empty.”

“I got the rink for us, I uhm.. wanted this to be special.”

“You spoil me- oh my god. I love you.” You ask to hug him, and they’ll agree. They really don’t mind holding your hand or linking arms when you walk in together, they’ll just be a bit of a blushing mess from seeing you so excited.

They get their skates done and ready before you, their large swift hands completing the ties quickly.

You shiver as you put your skates on, hands shaking a bit. It’s not that cold..

“Here. It can get a bit hot once you start moving, but we’re not doing anything.. too advanced. Not today.” They offer their sweatshirt, smiling nervously, “Do you need help with your skates?..”

“I’m good honey, thank you.” It still felt a bit new to use pet names, but right now was special. You had a feeling.

They wait for you to finish, then you both waddle over to the ice.

“You should skate in a V. Your feet will topple and move apart too much if they’re parallel to each other.”

You set your feet to a “V” shape.

“Now, push with one foot.” You try, and move a bit. “Now the other, and go at your pace, I’ll be by you.”

Trying to focus on your movements, you attempt at multitasking. Skating, and teasing your partner.

“Have I ever told you how cute you’d look in a figure skating outfit?”

“C-come on, just get the hang of moving, then you can worry about hitting on me.”

“Yeah, yeah, ok.” You grin, then almost fall. Damnit, you got too cocky. “Shit!-“

A pair of lanky arms (which you adore) catch you, holding you close. You didn’t notice until now that they took their glasses off while entering the rink.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Left them by the edge of the rink.” They take a breath, “Are you ok?“

“Yeah, I’m cool. I’m very surprised you caught me that quickly,” I mean, you always knew his reaction time was good, but it wasn’t expected in your panicked state.

“I should’ve let you fall, it’s apart of the training. Falling is normal.”

Perfect opportunity.

“Falling for you felt very normal to me.”

“Cheesy… god.” He turns his face away and clutches your waist tighter.

“Will you take me around the rink? Please?”

“I’ll treat you to it.” They take the sleeve of their coat, (which you are wearing), and start skating.

It feels like dancing, they experimentally twirl you and pull you with them.

It’ll take them awhile to admit to you that he searched up videos of how to do it, or practiced a bit before coming home to you.

You both almost stumble a bit, you both apologize for almost tripping here and there, but a funny comment or conversation as you both skate around is what makes all shame or embarrassment go away.

God, you can practically imagine what else is in store for you both besides this magical moment.

I love you, Toast.

#roller skating #blooming panic xyx #bloomic toasty #blooming panic #bloomic quest #bloomic nightowl #blooming panic nakedtoaster #blooming panic quest #blooming panic nightowl #nakedtoaster bp #bp nightowl #is this too dialogue heavy?#chris writes

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 1 year

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Alright I realise I’ve been talking about lots of different things with no particular direction over the past few couple of months so here is my current plan with regards to actual proper content. Please take the timeline with a pinch of salt as 1) I will often juggle multiple projects at the same time and 2) how much time I have to work on these severely depends on rl being nice to me.

Hopefully before the end of April

Your Diabolik Lovers Fantasy AU story (24 questions, 14 results)

Sometime within the next couple of months

Abandoned WIPs (these are fics I’ve given up on finishing and have decided to post as is so they don’t exist solely on my laptop forever, I’ve not yet decided how to spilt them between posts) - Ruki Mukami Soulmate AU (part prose, part bullet points) - Carla x reader x Shuu love triangle route (route written in full prose, endings done as bullet points) - Incubus!Laito x reader (all bullet points, never got around to the prose part) - Siren!Shin x reader part 3 (I do have some prose for this but I think I’ll just post the outline) - Supervillain!Shin x Hero!reader (about 10 % prose, the rest is bullet points) - Shin x reader beauty and the beast AU drabble (about 80 % finished) - Ghost!Shin x reader AU (not Remnant related) (bullet points only) - Diabolik Lovers x Cupid Parasite crossover AU (bullet points only)

Not abandoned and hope to pick up at some point

Demon!Shin chaper 3

Which diaboy would go yandere for you quiz

As for the people who followed me for lore content, I’m afraid I don’t have any plans of posting any (mainly because of the recent lack of new content outside of merch). I would at some point like to make a post talking about Endzeit and Tuberculosis (because for anyone who doesn’t know, I currently work in the biochemistry field and disease and medicine has always been a big interest of mine and in LE it’s specifically stated that Endzeit has tuberculosis-like symptoms (plus it would be a good oppurtunity to spread some tuberculosis awareness because it’s much bigger issue in modern times than you might think if you live in the west)) but I make no promises on when that may appear.

Hopefully that should give you guys some idea of what I’m doing behind the scenes. I do plan to reopen that five line ask game soon but I’m going to get that fantasy AU quiz finished first. Hope you all have a good day!

#hopefully you can see from the amount of these WIPs that I really never had any hope finishing them without it taking years #hell Ruki's soulmate AU headcanon post has been in the works since 2019 #but yeah as for the TB (tuberculosis) thing... it's bad guys real bad #prior to covid TB was the leading cause of death due to a single infectious agent worldwide #but so many people in the west think it's some old-timey disease #no it's very much still a big problem #anyway soapbox moment over (for now)#tw: disease mention

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belovedapollo · 1 year

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love your posts about your notebooks for 2023!! Would it be alright to ask what you'll be using each notebook for? I'm trying to figure out my own planning system for the next year :>

Hi! I’m glad you enjoy them :’) I’ll explain a bit about them below:

I have a five years diary from Leuchtturm 1917 and I’ve been using it since 2020. I mainly use it to write one or two lines each day about how I felt and what was on my mind. Really putting it simple and just straight to paper. Recently I purchased two notebooks from Midori, which I really wanted to try out. One of them is a slim planner for daily tasks and overview of deadlines and appointments. Then a notebook to use as bullet journal. In my bullet journal I write down my goals for the year first and then divide the pages in the 12 months. For each month I do a cover, goals for the month, money tracker, habit tracker, movies I’ve watched, books I’ve read and daily songs that I’ve listen to. Then we have my grimoire which is a notebook from moleskine that I’ve been using as grimoire. I am very interested in magic and witchcraft and in my grimoire I track down various things such as tarot readings, spells I’ve tried out and different information and things I’ve learnt. Then I got a new blank moleskine today which I’ll use as my coping mechanism to just write whatever comes in my head and what has me overthinking. I’ve been doing this for years and it helped me to deal with things. Another notebook that I’ve got (which is also not pictured above), is a Moomin colorbook which also is a diary. I plan to use that one as my graduate diary to write down each day one thing that made me happy. This year I felt that I’ve done not much of that so I’m picking up for next day. I also want to point out that all the journal / notebooks I’ve purchased were on sale besides the Leuchtturm one. And non of this is sponsored :D if you have more questions feel free to ask away 💚 I hope this was kinda helpful!

#ask #my journal #my diary

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kayla1507 · 1 year

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i was wondering if you could explain what this refers to? “I’d guess it was tied to the original Marla/Connor deviant route” it was the last bullet point on one of your unused concept art posts (other unused concept art included marla at the gilmour hotel and the apartment from the hostage originally being daylight).

i feel like i only know the bare minimum when it comes to cut content 😅 i know marla was a cut fourth protagonist, but was there significant interaction between marla and connor? or am i just misinterpreting your comment and you meant that both deviant!marla or deviant!connor had a different route originally?

on that note, is there anywhere you’d recommend looking to find more cut content? every time i feel like i’ve got a good grasp on what was cut, suddenly a new post comes along which casually talks about 40 things i had no idea were cut casually, as if it was common knowledge 😭

tysm for any answer to either question!!

Hi, Anon. :)

The cut Marla-Connor deviant route was a reference to a “hidden” concept artwork by Florent Auguy which shows Markus watching an explosion at CyberLife HQ (”Lime Corporation”), after Marla banished him from Jericho during “Crossroads”. The artist confirmed on his Instagram that Markus is the lone figure standing on top of the bridge.

The file of this artwork is labeled florent-auguy-detroit-city-revolution. This confirms that despite the unusual daylight setting, the destruction of Lime Corporation/CyberLife HQ took place during the revolution.

There’s another artwork to this scene. It shows Connor, with his weapon drawn, facing off against CyberLife security guards in a narrow entryway.

It appears that Marla would’ve offered Deviant Connor the detonator to her bomb, or at least equipped him with explosives after recruiting him — just like North offers the detonator to Markus if he remains leader of Jericho. In another unused concept scene, Marla observes the vehicle containing radioactive cobalt alongside a man who isn’t Markus (possibly Connor).

So there might have been another dead-end path for CyberLife HQ, where instead of breaking into the warehouse, Connor rides up the elevator until the end to level 31 — and if he took the detonator from Marla, he could set off the explosives instead of just immediately being gunned down by the awaiting guards as it happens in canon.

During “Night of the Soul”, there was a third option alongside Demonstration and Revolution called Hostages. There’s no text attached to the option and we know nothing about it, other than it existed. I think it might’ve been an option for Leader Marla’s and Connor’s revolution given its extremist implication and the fact that Connor is also a hostage negotiator. But that’s purely speculation.

As for where to find cut content, my sources are mainly the Detroit: Become Human game files and concept art. A good bunch of cut dialogue and choices were never erased from the files. I've written down a compilation of cut dialogue in this post.

I wrote three bigger meta essays about the scrapped model of Lieutenant Gavin Reed, about the hidden meaning behind Ferndale’s murals and about scrapped options for Kara and Alice to visit the coffee shop and pharmacy if they stayed at the motel in chapter „On the Run“.

@konami-code-ao3 has written a lot about cut content on their tumblr blog and DragonBane0 on YouTube has restored multiple deleted sequences from the game, such as the cut Bad Boys at Pirate Cove, Connor’s cut victory speech and a cut Kamksi/RK900 ending sequence.

To see all my posts regarding cut content, type dbh cut content into the search option on my blog. :)

#dbh #dbh cut content #dbh marla #dbh connor #dbh deviant route #dbh meta #dbh concept art #ask #detroit: become human

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oddeyevibes · 2 years

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Ch 3 - Good Boy

Words: 1731

A/N: Outline? What’s that? I’m just here for the ride…and it’s name is Leon.

You, Leon, and Evie had found some respite inside of a room that seemed somehow completely isolated from the chaos happening outside. It was perfect for a breather.

Up until now, the scariest moment in your life was when you were younger and in the middle of the night you began suffering from some sort of asthma attack. That’s what your mother explained it was.

It was one of the most traumatizing events you ever went through as it felt like your body was fighting against you. You remember feeling an intense paralysis as it felt like your body was fighting itself.

You ended up cooped in the house for the next few days as your mother nursed you back to health. That’s when you started using your inhalers, courtesy of Umbrella. They stood as the only pharmacy that had EXACTLY what your body needed as your mother told you. There was also the fact that since she worked there, she got discounts. You never had an attack like that again after the inhalers.

Not too long afterwards, Evie was brought into your life and it was safe to say that you got better but kept a hold on your inhalers, since using them either invigorated you or calmed you down depending on your mood.

In this scenario, it was definitely mixing the two. Calm enough not to have a panic attack but active enough to keep you alive.

But the fact that your prescription came from Umbrella made you anxious. If they had something to do with this outbreak then what else could have been tampered with by them? Is this outbreak something intentional or is it a complete accident? A search for a cure gone wrong, maybe?

“I had my doubts about Umbrella for years now but something like this?” You let out, drawing Evie and Leon’s attention. “Somehow it feels unbelievable.”

“From what I read about this place, Umbrella seemed like it was doing a good thing. Orphanages, schools, the general quality of life in this place.”

“That’s what most folks have an issue with. At some point, a lot of us started to think what do they gain from putting so much into the town. When it comes to a corporation that makes bank through healthcare, it’s suspicious. But still…”

“This seems all too out there to be believable?” He asked.

“Yeah. I mean, you saw that big dude. He lifted that huge ass ‘copter. I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing that mutilated that Ben guy. And the way he was shrugging off our bullets?”

“Then there’s that…thing I fought before I found you.”

“….you never told me what it looked like.”

Leon was silent for a moment. Like he was trying to find the right words. “I think it was a man but…he was also something else. It was like his skin was melting off into something else and it was growing from him. Something like that only exists in movies and games.”

“The FBI being involved just confirms everything though, doesn’t it?”

There was a moment of silence before Leon spoke up again.

“What if they knew that the FBI were on their case and released this…virus into the city?” He suggested. “To throw off the investigation?”

“I mean…that’s possible.”

“I read about the Arklay mountain attacks…”

You nodded. “Yeah, it mainly started with them. RPD sent their special unit to go check it out. They tried to keep it tight lipped about the details but people have ways of hearing things in Raccoon City and it sounds like 12 went but only 4 or 5 came back.”

“The girl I came into the city with, Claire, said she was looking for her brother. Any chance he was a member?”

“Wait…Redfield?”

“Yeah.”

“I know him. Chris! Well…I don’t KNOW know him but I’ve met him during my time working in the RPD kennels.”

“STARS member?”

“Yup. I’m pretty sure he’s one of the ones that made it back.”

“That’s good to hear.” The faint sound of zombie moaning downed Leon’s mood. “I guess that means he’s somewhere in the city dealing with this though.”

“Yeah…”

There was another pause. This one broken up by an exhausted sigh from you.

“So…I guess we better get back out there. We can head towards that lab Ben was talking about on the tape.”

Leon let out a soft chuckle. “You seem more eager to uncover the mystery.”

“Well now that there’s a big chance that my mother has an involvement in this, I feel…somewhat responsible with figuring it out.”

There was no denying his expression, Leon felt bad about the hand you’ve been dealt. As if an apocalyptic catastrophe wasn’t enough, realizing a loved one might be behind it is something else. You began leading the way as Elvira stood up, yawned and began trailing after you two.

Readying your gun, you quickly took aim at one end of the hallway as Leon took the other.

“All clear.” He stated.

“Same here.”

“Let’s get going.”

The three of you cautiously made your way towards the parking garage. Finally, a way out of here. However, anxieties quickly skyrocketed when you found yourself walking in front of one of the infected Great Danes.

Straight off of instinct, you felt yourself freeze on the spot.

“Holy shit, is that a dog? Dogs are infected too?”

Leon was surprised by the question. “You haven’t encountered the dogs yet?”

You shook your head. “No. I thought they were all locked up in the kennels.”

“Alright just…” The rookie picked up on a peculiar behavior. “Stay still?”

“What?”

“It’s sniffing you.”

“What?” This one sounded more deadpanned.

Sure enough, the infected dog was merely sniffing you. Specifically, your pants leg. Leon turned to Elvira and noticed that she also wasn’t on guard. Despite the vast difference in how both dogs looked. Elvira was not reacting in the same way that she reacted with other infected. It was almost like…she trusted the other dog not to harm you.

“Evie seems calm.” Leon pointed out to you.

You turned to see her simply sitting and wagging her tail. Just waiting. You then turned back to the infected dog.

Looking at it more, it sent a pain through your heart. This dog was probably scared when it got infected. A human would at least have some semblance of a clue but an animal really wouldn’t understand why its body was changing in the way it did. Then it’s stripped down to its basic functions as a beast. No love, compassion, warmth, just a hunger for something they were never really hungry for to begin with.

“Sit?”

It did as you said.

Leon inched closer to the dog, earning a low growl before he stopped dead in his tracks. Assured that the dog wasn’t going to hurt you, you had kneeled down to its eye level, hesitantly reaching a hand out to pet its head.

“Aww…it’s ok.” You cooed. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The dog began wagging its tail. “Gimme paw?” It did so. “Good boy.”

You looked back at Leon who still had a stunned expression on his face.

“Have they been aggressive to you this whole time?” You asked.

He nodded. “I’ve never seen them so calm. You said you worked in the kennels right? Maybe they remember you?”

“Maybe…I’ve seen zombie movies where infected humans would remember something of their human life. Like talking on the phone, jogging, going to their mailboxes but…never seen it happen with animals.”

Leon inched closer again. The dog began low growling again and you quickly began calming it down.

“It’s ok. He’s not gonna hurt you either. Don’t get upset.”

The dog calmed itself as Leon lightly brushed his fingers against the dog’s matted fur that still had tiny bits and pieces of gunk and flesh attached. It made him sick but now that the dog was calm, he wasn’t gonna risk getting it all riled up again.

“This is sooo weird.” You said quietly.

“Yeah…”

Suddenly, Evie began growling off into the distance. The infected dog growled in the same direction before running off. That’s when the sound of heavy footsteps thumping against the hard flooring put your nerves on end.

“Please don’t tell me…”

Right on cue, the hulking grey brick wall of a creature busted through the thick walls and reached out without hesitation, grabbing onto Leon’s neck and hoisting the cop into air.

“LEON!” You shouted, aiming your gun towards the creature’s head and letting the bullets fly.

Of course, outside of small flinches, the creature remained unfazed until one of your bullets managed to smack his fedora off, pausing his movements. Allowing Leon’s neck a moment of ease before a pair of bright lights illuminated the dim parking lot.

The deep revving of an engine drew your to the truck that bounced slightly in anticipation before the tires started screeching and the truck came barreling towards Leon and the hulking man, with its sights set on the man.

The man loosened his grip, allowing Leon to fall from his clutches as the truck collided with the tall creature, smashing him against the wall and from the driver’s seat stepped Ada.

“This is getting old.” She said in annoyance. “Saving your ass! That’s twice!”

Leon quickly stood up. “I didn’t realize you were keeping score.” He replied.

“Look, this isn’t a game.” The woman stopped next to you as the truck began moving. The creature was trying to push the truck off of itself. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

The agent groaned. “Nothing ever dies down here!” She pulled out a small device and pressed the button, triggering an explosion that had you and Leon stumble against the quake. Both you and Leon looked at her in amazement as she reached a hand out. “I take it you guys have the key card?”

You mindlessly nodded as Leon tossed the tape over to her. “We also got this, we were hoping you could tell us more about it.”

Ada shrugged. “Maybe…after I hear it.” She started for the exit gate. “If you two are done playing with dogs, let’s get out of here.”

Evie barked in agreement, wasting no time in following the woman with a pep in her little steps. Leon and you exchanged glances before trailing behind the two.

‘Seriously. What the hell is going on?’ You thought

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x black!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #the dog days

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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* immediately drops to my knees * Please, please, pretty please give us more “Sweet like Sugar, Sour Like Lemon” content? 🥺🙏🏻 I am wholeheartedly begging you for this, and I’ll continue to beg and hope for this gift until my very dying breath. Truly, I’m more than willing to offer you anything — including my actual soul — if it meant you wrote more to this story at some point. I’ll take anything, whether it be a paragraph with an alternative ending, a sequel, a one-shot, or even a mere outline with bullet points or your author’s notes, and I’d wait however long needed. Just any crumbs you’re willing to give would be treasured and like new life has been breathed into me because I just need the closure. I’ve been desperately needing it ever since reading (and right away repeatedly rereading) the beautiful story.

Have you ever come across a story that you loved so fiercely and been affected by so deeply? Because I have, and it was your “Sweet like Sugar, Sour Like Lemon.” I had fallen completely in love with each and every word of this story, and now it constantly lives in my mind. It’s deeply woven into a part of my world. When I first read the story, I was at a very low point in my life. I was falling further and further into a dark abyss from how badly I was struggling with my depression and anxiety. To make matters worse, at the time I had become disconnected with my writing, which was devastating because that had been my only “escape” and what brought authentic contentment into my life. And then I found this story of yours, and the raw variety of emotions that overcame me while reading made me feel something again. The way your story took me on such a beautiful, emotional-evoking journey with your extraordinary creativity and flawless storytelling just strongly moved me and made me feel so damn alive for the first time in a long while. I was mesmerized by the story in such a life-changing way that I could never even begin to express into actual words. It was the primary cause of the wave of inspiration and motivation that washed over me, reigniting that passion to write and create and experience. I’ve been writing ever since, and you’re to thank for that and I know I’ll never be able to fully repay you for that. Which is why I know I have no right to hope or dare ask for you to write more of a story you may not even be interested in writing for again. I just got so overtaken with excitement at the anon’s ask about “Sweet like Sugar, Sour Like Lemon” and your response to it, and couldn’t help but write this long (and probably bothersome) message to you.

Mainly, I wanted to let you know that this particular story had forever etched itself into my very heart and soul, and you surely still have a fanbase here who would LOVE for more content of this story – especially if it meant a happier ending for Billy and Reader (or at least closure for them after having such a beautiful and moving journey together). Even more than that though, I needed you to know that this story personally saved me in more ways than you could ever imagine and how much your work in general touches your readers. I know I probably sound cliché or dramatic, but I promise the truth remains in my words to you.

In all seriousness, I hope I didn’t come across offensive or pushy or anything of the such. I value your kindness, your dedication to your readers, and your work too much to ever want to guilt or push or pressure you into anything you don’t wish to do. And I truly hope I didn’t hurt you in any way with this message or come off as ungrateful because there’s no denying that you do so much for blog and us. No matter what, please believe me when I say I’ll always support you and appreciate you and value the gift of “Sweet like Sugar, Sour Like Lemon” whether it stays how it is or is expanded. You’re someone I look up to, respect, and appreciate on so many levels. That’ll never change 💞

please you're so sweet i'm in tears. thank you for taking the time to tell me this, it means the world to me <333 your message is definitely not bothersome, it made my day, I swear. ❤️

after my other planned fics and after finishing the blurbs, I'll be putting out a part 2 for sweet like sugar, sour like lemon!!

#nice anon!!

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twinhood-2dot0 · 1 year

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A Shallow Dive Into: Video Game Mechanics

We’re doing this again :P. I got a fun topic but realised it would take too much research, so you get this but, uh, y’know, delayed gratification and all.

So, you know that I wanna be a game developer. I have decided to make a video game, starting next year, provided things go well. As in any art form, to make one, I’m going to need inspiration and an understanding of how it works and stuff, so, this post is mainly just for me like every other post I’ve written, but, I hope you find it interesting as well.

Undertale

Damn, this is like the third time I’m talking about Undertale. I HOLD THIS GAME VERY CLOSE TO MY HEART, OKAY?

Undertale has a unique battle system. From the Steam page: “Killing is unnecessary: negotiate out of danger using the unique battle system.” Undertale is an RPG (Role-playing game) at its core. The battle system, however, is more of a bullet hell. Bullet hell is characterized by a barrage of projectiles that crowd the screen. What makes this game different from every other game I’ve played is the variety. Granted, the game is tiny, so it’s easier to have variety, but I’ll take the game I’m playing right now as an example, Alan Wake, god, does this game have a terrible combat system.

At least the story makes up for it. Anyways, in Alan Wake, you are attacked by people taken by a darkness. You defeat them by shining a light on them and breaking the uh darkness shield with a flashlight or a flare or external light sources, or you can insta kill with flashbangs or flare guns (or maybe it deals a lot of damage to bulkier enemies, I don’t know, I’m so worried about running out of ammo or flashbangs that I end up never using them lmao). Anyways, I’m about 70% done and the combat system has remained exactly the same, save for additions of a hunting rifle and 2 kinds of shotguns and I never use them, see flashbangs and flare guns, granted, that’s not the devs’ fault, but how much more variety would that create? I guess easier battles and maybe ammo management but I’m already irrationally worrying about that, so… There’s also only like 4 enemy varieties, and that makes every battle almost exactly the same, save for one, which I don’t wanna spoil too much.

Anyways, my point is, in Undertale, every single battle has its own personality. There are 8 enemies in the tutoriel area of the game, Ruins. That’s not much, but the Ruins is a relatively small area, being the tutorial area, and enemies can appear in pairs and have unique interactions with the other. For instance, there’s this enemy called Migosp, who I think has social anxiety, mood, who changes its whole personality in the company of other monsters and becomes laidback when alone. Every enemy has a personality and a unique attack, so this is pretty much the pinnacle of enemy variety.

Batman: Arkham

A lot of that was combat challenges with every single character in the game, so I think I’m pretty qualified to refute that.

So, I used to just button spam on my first playthrough, it was when trying to do the combat challenges that I realised that was not the best strategy. If you just button spam, you’re going to get hit very easily and get a lower score. There are also critical hits which do more damage and give double the points if you time your punches, and a huge amount of score if you kill knock out the enemies without getting hit or not breaking your combo. There are also insta-takedown, weapon disarm, ground takedown, which is risky as you’re vulnerable to hits, but award a lot of points and instantly take them out. So, in short, yes, you can button spam, but you’ll be missing out on a lot of fun mechanics, and the satisfaction of a perfect FreeFlow.

The other system is the Predator sections. It’s exactly what it sounds like, it’s silently (or loudly, idk, you choose, I like going loud when playing with Red Hood, that seems in character) taking out the goons in the room. This is truly how this game makes you feel like Batman. There’s a weird sadistic satisfaction in hearing the goons freaking out as their friends disappear one by one. Also, traversal is very fun, you can grapple, glide, even almost fly if you get good at gliding, dive bomb, (yes I use the Oxford comma, fight me) and there’s also the Batmobile in the last game. Also one of my favourite tiny detail in the games, the goon conversations. They’re hilarious and breathe a lot of life into the bleak empty map. Just look at this clip (dw they’re short) why you let thugs finish their conversations.

And this

Arkham Knight - Funny Militia Guard

My favourite thing is when developers go the extra mile and put in tiny details that not everyone might find, but those who do, would definitely love it. I strive to do that one day.

Pokémon

This gets pretty technical and boring, so you may skip this one if you want.

At first glance, Pokémon may seem like a children’s game with simple mechanics, but that is far from the truth. In a typical Pokémon battle, each participant sends out 1 or 2 or 3 Pokémon depending on the format, and each of them use moves to try and lower the HP (health point, numerical representation of health) of the opposing Pokémon to 0. It has a lot of different mechanics, strategies, variety and even has a competitive scene with a world championship. Pokemon releases a mainline game every few years, bringing along with it new species, abilities, moves, items, etc. I’m gonna make a glossary.

Ability - Each Pokémon has an ability that affects the battle in some way (in most cases). For instance, the ability Intimidate lowers the attack stat of the opposing Pokémon.

Types - There are 18 types in Pokémon. In short, each Pokémon has one or two types, and each type has a set of weaknesses, strengths, resistances and immunities. For instance, let’s take the classic three types of Grass, Water and Fire of the starter Pokémon you’re given at the beginning of the game. Grass type moves do double damage against Water types, Water does double to Fire, and Fire does double to Grass, so basically like Rock/Stone, Paper, Scissors (and Lizard, Spock and 13 more stuff if you use all 18 types), and these types do half damage to the types they’re weak to (Only for these types, not for every single type). Like this, every type has an interaction with every other type.

Moves - Moves are the main way to deal damage, but there are others. Moves are split into 3 categories, Physical attacks, damaging moves that use the Attack Stat, (see: Stats), Special moves that use the Special Attack stat, and status moves that don’t do direct damage, but have a passive effect. Damaging moves generally have a set base power ranging from 10 - 250, and moves of the same type as the user deal 1.5x more damage. There are more factors but I’ll ignore them for this post.

Stats - Each Pokemon has base stats, which determine how much damage is dealt or taken, or the order of moves. The stats are HP, Attack, Defense, Special Attack, Special Defense, and Speed. HP determines how many health points the Pokemon has, for Attack and Special Attack see Moves, Defense and Special Defense determines how much damage it takes, and Speed determines who goes first.

Status condition - Huh, just realised that’s kinda redundant wording. Anyways, there are 5.5 non-volatile status conditions in mainline games. Freeze renders the target incapable to move until the RNG works in your favour, Burn deals 1/16th of its health each turn currently, and halves the base power of all physical moves, Paralysis makes it unable to move 25% of the time, and halves Speed, Poison does 1/8th of the health each turn, and badly poisoned means the damage increases by 1/16 each turn (this is the .5) and Sleep makes the Pokemon unable to move for 1-3 turns. There are a lot of volatile conditions that fade away upon switching out, unlike non-volatile ones.

A Pokemon needs a combination of all these traits to be good. Landorus was once the most hated Pokemon in VGC because of great stats, great ability in Intimidate, lowering both foes’ Attack stat, and great moves.

If you got till here, thanking you for sticking around, I know it wasn’t easy, and ryl!

#undertale #toby fox #batman #batman arkham knight #pokemon #pokemon vgc #vgc #competitive pokemon #a shallow dive into #game dev #indie dev #game development #game design

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Can I ask to add onto the seriously injured series with Shinichiro, Hakkai and Izana?

request 2: can you do sanzu and the Haitani brothers please?

Hey love! Thanks you so much for requesting❤️❤️I’ve gotten a lot of requests for pt.4 of seriously injured, so it’s kinda mixed with this other request (I’m so sorry I really hope you don’t mind)

Anyway, I basically did sanzu instead of shin, but if I ever do a pt.5, it’ll be with shin! Hahaha I really hope you like Thai anyway <333

when you get seriously injured pt.4

reader is gender neutral and there are manga spoilers (obviously)!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

characters: sanzu, hakkai, and izana

tw: cursing, blood, guns, injury, drugs, and death

Sanzu (future)

You met Sanzu when you joined under him as his assistant in Bonten. At first, your relationship was tense, and you were fully terrified of him, but as time passed and you spent most of your days by his side, you began to warm up to him.

Soon enough, you had a one-night stand. And then, you began a relationship. Albeit a closed off one.

You mainly stayed under the radar because of the dangerous work Bonten does. Yes, you were still well known as Sanzu’s assistant, just not as his s/o. Sanzu wanted to keep you safe, so you both intended to keep it that way. But, one of the hard parts of working at Bonten was there was always somebody else watching you. There were always enemies on the look out for weaknesses.

You happened to be Sanzu’s weakness. And the enemies found that out.

The moment they did, they were ecstatic. Not only had they found a way to weaken Bonten, but they also found a way to RUIN Bonten’s vice president.

It was pretty much the perfect opportunity, and the enemies naturally took that opportunity. That’s why you were trapped in a dark room, bound to a chair and gagged, while being recorded.

“Look who we have here~” the guy in front of you began, talking to the camera. “It’s THE Sanzu Haruchiyo’s precious s/o”

“FUCK YOU” you tried yelling, but it was muffled by the gag.

“Awwww poor baby, are you angry?” he mocked laughing at you, before delivering a harsh kick to your gut. You coughed; the wind being knocked out of you. “Shut the fuck up”

Another guy then walked in, and delivered more blows to your face, stomach, legs, etc. Each hit became progressively more painful, and as time passed, it went from the normal punch in the face, to a broken leg. It only stopped when the guy standing in front of the camera spoke again.

“Now, to the famous Bonten…” the guy began, talking to what was going to be Bonten, and your boyfriend. “You guys are either going to give us $300 million dollars, or” he continued, pointing at you “The Vice Prez’s s/o dies”

“MMMMMM”

“Get it here by 7, or else”

Then the camera turned off and the guys left, leaving you all alone, beaten up in the dark room.

It stayed that way until what you presumed to be a couple hours later, some more guys came in and started stabbing you in nonlethal places like your legs, arms, feet, etc.

You screamed in pain with each stab they made, feeling the cold metal pierce your skin. A horrible burning pain spread throughout your body and as time progressed, the pain got worse. Being able to see all the blood and your wounds only made things 10x worse.

Then they left, leaving you alone bloodied up, bleeding out, in excruciating pain. You were left like that for what seemed like days, when finally, someone came into the room again. You quickly recognized this guy to be the guy you first saw, and the one who recorded everything.

“Welp, it looks like your little boyfriend doesn’t care enough about you” he began, pulling a gun out and putting bullets in it. He then pointed it directly to your head, and his hand holding the trigger.

You screamed hoping to get him to stop. The feeling of the cold metal against your head was more than enough to make you freak out. You cried, and silently begged for Sanzu to save you, but he didn’t. And the guy holding the gun to your head, only held the trigger.

“It’s too bad really” he said, sighing. “You would’ve been a good toy”

*bang*

The man shot you, the impact blowing you and the chair to the floor. Blood poured out from your head and mouth, soaking into the carpet below you.

He sighed again, thinking about the mess he’d have to clean up from all the blood that surrounded your head, when suddenly someone came rushing in the room yelling.

“BOSS, WE HAVE AN EMERGENC-“ that guy fell on the floor dead. And behind him was your boyfriend himself, covered in blood, smirking.

“Now what do you think your doing to my precious Y/n?”

“Ha, it’s too lat-“and then Sanzu shot the guy and killed him, in true Sanzu fashion. Then, he made his way into the room, only to find you lying on the floor with blood covering you. Multiple wounds were on your body, your face was extremely pale, and there was obviously blood pouring out of your head.

Sanzu stared at you, before waltzing over to you and kneeling down.

“What’re you doin’ Y/n? You can’t die so easily” he muttered, stroking your hair.

“……”

“Get up Y/n!”

“………..”

“GET UP!”

“………..”

Sanzu yelled and yelled and yelled for you, but he never got anything in response. All he heard after his yells were silence, or the sound of gun shots outside of the room. Your skin was shade of blue, and your body felt nothing but cold. Your expression lacked any life, and the smell of the room you were in was full of the sickening and all too familiar smell of pure blood.

Sanzu was too late; and now, you were dead.

That day was the day Sanzu lost any normalcy he had. Any last sense of being human, and having morals was gone. He was nothing now expect a murderer. It was like he wasn’t even a person anymore. Just someone who was an empty shell that happened to be living.

And to think, it all happened because he lost you, the most important person in his life. And now, he would never be the same again. He would never be a person again, at least not without you.

Hakkai

In your relationship with Hakkai, you were the brave one.

You would be the one to start fights, do reckless things, and just be much more violent. At first this scared Hakkai, but after he got to know you, he saw how sweet you were, and he quickly fell in love.

Soon enough, you started your relationship with Hakkai. And, of course, with Hakkai came along with Toman.

Often times, you’d help out Toman, going along with the in fights and helping them win. You weren’t an official member, but many of their members acknowledge you and your strength.

That was exactly why you were here, next to Hakkai, fighting off some guys.

It was a brutal fight. The other gang had more members, but they weren’t as strong. In a way, that made Toman and them more even. Of course, their main focus was Mikey too, so they failed to recognize the other insanely strong members.

Needless to say, the battled field was even.

Until the other gang started playing dirty.

You were knocking out guys left and right, Hakkai behind you watching our back. The other team was quite startled by you, so you quite easily took care of guys. Soon enough, more people started coming for you, and you and Hakkai knocked out more and more guys.

While, at first this was fun for you, it quicky became tiring. You were constantly fighting guys, you weren’t getting a break, and now, the stronger ones were showing up.

And as I said, they were playing dirty.

When the strongest one you had met walked up to you, you presumably just did your usual kick in the dick and punch in the face. However, the guy caught your foot, and threw you across the area. Hakkai, went up to the guy to give him a good punch, only to get an insane punch in the jaw, effectively knocking him out.

The guy then waltzed up to you and straddled you, only to pull out a ridiculously huge brass knuckle and began punching everywhere from your face to your stomach, namely your ribs and throat.

It didn’t take long till you could no longer breath.

You wheezed for air, but nothing happened. You coughed and coughed and desperately tried to get anything in, but you got nothing. Your heart was beating in your chest and pounded in your ears. All you felt was pain, pain in your chest every time you tried breathing.

“Hmm, looks like I’ve done enough” the guy beating you said, before getting you up and walking away, leaving you alone gasping for air.

Your vison was blurring. You could see the guy walk away, and slowly you gained hope! But after you found yourself unable to move, and you blurrily saw you boyfriend laying in the pavement unconscious, you lost all hope.

You were going to die.

Your body was going numb, you couldn’t breathe, and you could feel all strength in your body go away. Nobody was there to help you either. Everyone else was unconscious around you; so, there was no one to help you. You couldn’t even scream for help.

Slowly, darkness surrounded your vison, and as your lungs burned from the lack of breath, your eyes closed. The last thing you heard, was Hakkai’s screams of help.

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Hakkai spacely woke up only to hear complete silence around him. There were no yells of anger, no groans of pain, no crazy laughs. It was just quiet.

He was dazed from the unusual silence, especially considering that he vaguely remembered being in a fight. All though his vison was blurry, he could vaguely make out unconscious bodies around him.

It took him a bit, but he eventually made his way onto his feet, hopefully to look for you. He looked around but found nothing.

Until he heard a faint wheezing.

When he turned around, he saw you, lying on the pavement, covered in blood, crying and wheezing. Blood covered your mouth, and your eyes were a horrible bloodshot red. Your skin was a sickly blue too.

Hakkai immediately panicked and made his way toward you. He could tell you were unconscious, because as he went to pick you up, you went limp. However, your chest still lightly went up and down, and your skin was still warm.

Immediately, Hakkai screamed for help. He scrambled around looking for anybody to help, but the area was almost dead. He reached to his pocket to look for his phone, but it was broken, likely from the impact of his fall. So, he continued screaming, hoping someone would come.

And someone did.

A tired Draken came trudging around the corner after he heard screaming. At first, he was just purely confused, but after he saw you lying there, unconscious and covered in blood, he rushed over and check on you. You were still alive, to Hakkai and his relief.

Immediately, Draken called the ambulance, and waited them out alongside Hakkai who was crying and loosing his shit. He calmly tried comforting him, but Hakkai was worried for you.

Hakkai didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t. It was only natural for him to be hysterical.

Luckily, the ambulance came pretty quickly, and you were saved!

You woke up to your family, friends, and of course, Hakkai, all being happy hugging you and telling you how much they love you.

It turned out you had a collapsed lung, and it took you awhile to recover, but with the help of the doctors and love from your family and Hakkai, you recovered! Now, you’re alive and well! Of course, you’re happily living with Hakkai, who is beyond ecstatic, and you have a happy future ahead of you!

Yay!

Izana

As amazing as dating Izana is, it’s also one of the most stressful things there in the world.

You’re constantly worrying about him, his safety, and his happiness. You know he cares for Tenjuku, but you also worry that it will corrupt him even more and make him someone beyond saving. You worry that being the leader of a gang full of crime could potentially make him even lonelier. And as far as you were concerned; you weren’t going to let that happen.

That is exactly why you hung around Izana A LOT.

As his s/o, you often joined him in random meetings, beat ups, or just little things where you could be with him. Obviously, you just wanted to spend time with him and just be in his presence, but you also wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get corrupt.

Some of the Tenjuku members didn’t mind this. In fact, most liked you. Others however, not so much.

Some of those members just hated you with a passion. They hated that you were a weakling who was at the top solely because you dated Izana. They hated that they had the ability to be in your position, but they weren’t because someone who has no idea what they’re doing is there instead. And they thought you were using their boss for power.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but it was still what they thought. In fact, they were sure that it was the truth.

They were so sure they thought you had to be eliminated.

So, they did what they thought was best. They came up with a plan that would “save Tenjuku”. And today happened to be the day it was executed.

You were just walking home from a Tenjuku meeting. Izana usually would walk with you, but he had some things to talk to Kakucho about, so you offered to just walk home by yourself. While he was hesitant, Izana let you go seeing how confident you were.

So, you were walking home by yourself, simply humming along to the song that played in the headphone that was only in one ear. You groaned, a little tired from the busy day you had, but deep down, you were happy too as you got to spend more time with your boyfriend.

Briefly, you thought you heard a resulting sound behind you. Immediately, you shot around.

“Who’s there?!” you asked, only to get nothing in response. You were wary, but ultimately you just figured it was a racoon looking for trash or something.

So, you continued on your way. And it was quiet this time.

Too quiet.

You almost started to get scared, simply from the burning feeling in your gut telling you something was wrong. In a way, you had a feeling you should run. But you saw no reason too. You just figured you were overthinking again, so you continued, just periodically looking over your shoulder to be sure nothing was there.

Of course, nothing was there.

Until you looked over your shoulder again and saw someone behind you, just smirking.

“Well, well, well” the guy in the Tenjuku jacket said, approaching you. Each step he took toward you, you took one back though. “If it isn’t the famous Y/n L/n”

“Ummm hello?” you mumbled still backing up.

“You know you shouldn’t be all alone” he replied, walking faster.

“Yeah…well Izana’s busy”

“Really…” he began, his body language quickly becoming more violent. “That means I’ve lucked out”

“Huh?” you said trying to run away but… you weren’t fast enough.

“Get em’ boys”

Suddenly, you were tackled on the ground by a Tenjuku member, one that was much bigger than you. This one had brass knuckled, so each and every punch he landed on your face and body hurt a billon time more than the usual punch.

Suddenly, another guy appeared, heading towards your legs. At first you thought he was going to touch you, but instead, he broke your leg.

“AHHHHHHH” you screamed in pain. You could already feel your vison blurring for the beating your face and eyes were taking, but the feeling of your bone being snapped in half and poking at your skin hurt even more.

By now, you had no idea how many guys were there, but there was a lot. Each and every one was either watching you get beat up or were throwing punched at you left and right.

You could feel another punch to your face, a kick to your ribs, a crack of your bones going out. Sticky, cold blood covered your body, and you screamed.

You needed help. Or else, these guys would kill you.

But no one came.

With each scream, you begged for your boyfriend to come and stop this, but you still felt all these insanely painful punches on your body. You feel the excruciating pain of multiple bones being broken and at this point you couldn’t see anything.

Hell, you couldn’t breathe anymore.

It was like being in hell. It was just pitch blackness and pain….at some point you weren’t in pain.

You were just numb. There was no pain, no hope, no nothing. It was just numb.

Until you heard one voice.

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” you heard a familiar voice yell…one that was beyond angry.

It was then that all the punched stopped. You no longer felt the impact of people kicking you around like a rag doll. Instead, you heard screams. There were screams of apologized, screams of pain, screams of regret, etc.

There was just screaming, until there was nothing. Then, you felt warm gentle hands hold you, and a soft comforting voice.

“It’s okay Y/n…you’ll be okay” Izana whispered, stroking your hair while he lifted you had Kakucho drive you and him to the hospital.

“….I-Izana? ” you mumbled, barely able to get anything out.

“Shhhh love, don’t talk. Just relax”

“I-izana….I don’t feel so good….” You felt a burning liquid come up your throat as you coughed…and coughed and coughed and coughed. Izana, meanwhile, was still holding you and stroking your hair while you vomited blood all over him.

“No. You’ll be fine, just fine”

“Nooo...Izana” you said, chocking up.

“You promised me, remember?” Izana began, his grip on you tightening. “You promised me you wouldn’t die…and you would stay by me, remember?!”

You could feel a certain light begin to enter vison, and slowly your body in a way, felt painless.

“….Kakucho” you mumbled, calling for the man driving you through the bustling Tokyo.

“Hmmm?”

“You better take care of Izana for me”

Suddenly, your body went limp, and the horrible smell of death filled the air. Your face was a grayish-blue, and your expression was blank.

Izana gripped onto you, yelling. He kept yelling at you to come back and be with him. He kept telling you about your promise, but it turned out you couldn’t keep it.

You ended up dying that night, leaving Izana alone and leading to the exact corruption you wanted to avoid.

At least you met again when he died!

“I’m on my way, Emma” vibes

//end!

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✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: mentions of abuse and harassment

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm. And this is mainly my own indulgence towards Persona 5 because I’m currently obsessed with Kurusu Akira/Amamiya Ren. He’s such a lovely boy.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

How about having a practice match at a school in Aoyama District which was famous for its dark rumors?

“Man, this feels like a school trip,” Hanamaki commented, eagerly drinking the view of endless stream of people piling in streets of Shibuya. Tokyo is one of the busiest metropolitan cities in the world, a stark contrast from their peaceful home in Miyagi. Everything never stood still, everything looked vibrant, everything made them feel like they’re in another realm.

“It’s been a while since we go for a practice match this far,” Matsukawa hummed. Like Hanamaki, he studied their surroundings although almost too brief. Still, it satisfied his curiosity and adventurous heart.

“Don’t wander off, everyone.” You sternly warned and it wasn’t without any reason. “If you got lost, you will be unsavable.”

Tokyo is an enormous city, Shibuya is a hectic area for 24/7–losing one of your team member in a place where most population of humans gathered would be a disaster. Thankfully, your boys took your words to heart–probably from the frightening image of getting lost in the seas of people.

All of them wanted to return home in one piece rather than stuck in a sleepless city.

“So, what school are we heading to?” Iwaizumi asked, looking over your shoulder. Pulling up a map app, you inserted the place who graciously reaching out for Aoba Johsai’s male volley team for a friendly practice match.

“Shujin Academy,” you replied, without glancing–concentrating on reading the route so all of you wouldn’t get lost. “It’s actually not far from here. We just have to take the train and stop at Aoyama-Itchome Station.”

“Then, what are we waiting for?” Oikawa asked excitedly after stretching his arms to relief some build up fatigue from sitting too long in the bullet train. “Let’s go!”

Not wasting anymore time, it didn’t even need a full 15 minutes for them piling into the train–blending with other passengers (not really, to be precise. Their white and aqua uniform made them stood out). It was a nice choice to not departed from Miyagi so early in the morning–saving them from being packed similar to sardines during morning rush hour. The train is still crowded but not to the point where they need to huddle up from people’s pushing.

“Shujin Academy, huh?” Yahaba muttered thoughtfully, thumb and forefinger on his chin. “Just a while ago, I’ve seen them in the news. Something about their volleyball coach confessed his crimes in abusing his team and harassing female students.”

Watari’s eyes widened in horror from the information. “What? How could he do that!?”

“I heard it’s because he felt superior,” Kunimi frowned in disgust. How could he not? Abuse and harassment are inexcusable and unforgivable act, especially when it’s done by a teacher who’s supposed to be a positive example for their students and made learning environment save and enjoyable. “Apparently, he won a gold medal in the Olympics and because of that, he thought he could do anything he wants and got away with it.”

“Thank goodness that guy is arrested.” Kindaichi sighed in relief. “The volley team must’ve been suffering so much. I’m glad this case’s solved and brought to light.”

“That’s also the main reason Coach Irihata accepted the proposal.” You remarked, smiling slightly.

“There’s no way I would accept a practice match in a horrible condition as that.” The said man stated, his eyes softening. “However, the case is different now. They need support as much as they can and we can try bring the spirit of volley and friendly matches back to them.”

“They lost the joy of volleyball. The least we can do to help is trying to return the joy back to them so they could be back on their feet.” Coach Mizoguchi followed.

“Coaches…!” Kindaichi whispered in awe, clutching the front of his jacket–you could see how he was touched by their words. “What an honorable purpose! I will give my best for this match!”

“Aren’t we always?” you remarked, smiling at your team. They were the best of the best in your school, of course–even so, they still pour everything they have into the match whether it was practice or not. “Well, we have to got off in the next stop, so watch out for your belongings.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Just like everything was different between Miyagi and Tokyo, it also included the school’s building and everything in it. Aoba Johsai had a grand and wide front yard with paved ground and even some greenery surrounding the area, meanwhile Shujin Academy didn’t have that kind of luxury. They emphasized on the yard in between buildings, although it wasn’t as big as your beloved school it’s still decent.

Once, you’ve arrived, you were immediately welcomed by the Student Council’s President went by the name Nijima Makoto. She’s an embodiment of a true leader in your opinion, it almost seemed impossible for you to be the same age as her. Although rather stiff and too formal, she graciously led the team towards the gym.

“What do you know about the team, assistant coach?” Hanamaki asked with a hint of tease.

Once you arrived at the gym, the boys instantly worked similar to a gear–placing their bags on the floor and started stretching up.

“It’s manager, Takahiro,” you corrected but still feeling rather flattery from the title. Coach Irihata once mentioned you could replace him and all he would feel is ease because he knew you could handle the team well without his supervision. It’s a high praise for you especially when it came from an experienced coach like him. “To be honest, I know next to none.”

Matsukawa rose an eyebrow. “That’s new from you.”

“Well, they did reach the nationals once, but I can’t find the video for it which is a shame,” you sighed, tapping the end of your pen onto your notes. “I guess we have to start from zero.”

“Experience, observe, and adapt, right?” Oikawa replied, grunting as he tried to reach the tips of his shoe for leg stretching. “It will be interesting!”

“It won’t be if we’re getting pushed back like those times against Karasuno,” Iwaizumi stated, reminiscing the first practice match they had against the crows. Hinata’s agility paired with Kageyama’s pin point toss was terrifying.

“We have to see that during the match then,” you hummed in conclusion. “Do your best, okay?”

“Since when have we ever hold back, senpai?” Watari questioned, giving you a smile. “We’re going to do our best even if it’s just a practice match!”

Snorting playfully, you grinned. “Aren’t you always, though?”

When the whistle rang throughout the gym, you knew it was time to go on full throttle.

Oikawa decided he needed to use the restroom for a moment after Aoba Johsai emerge as victors in two straight sets, officially ended the practice match. Of course, he excused himself after a short team meeting and a few words given from Shujin Academy’s new coach. He also made sure to at least inform someone about his absence.

He initially wanted to be back to the gym immediately, however there’s a slight change in his plan.

“Is this yours?” Oikawa questioned, referring to the cute animal strap on his palm.

“Yeah! Thank you so much! I didn’t even notice it fell.”

The captain found a bright phone strap lying on the monochrome floor of the hallways and not far ahead, a girl with platinum blonde hair in pigtails. He connected all of it together and decided to chase after her, to return the object.

“No problem,” he gave her the practiced smile he usually wore. Still, it’s impossible to notice the attractiveness of the girl standing in front of him. She’s clearly half European and her appearance spoke a lot of it–natural platinum blonde strands and blue eyes.

“Huh? Who are you?” then another student showed up, this time a boy with bright blonde hair. From the scowl he wore, Oikawa knew he didn’t intend to be friendly. “You wanna hit on her?”

As if it was a domino effect, another student (which he just realized stood far away back) with unruly black hair and thick-framed glasses also giving him a slight glare. This was going to a bad direction. Oikawa immediately rose his hands in surrender. “I’m just-“

“Don’t be rude, Ryuji! He’s just helping me!” thankfully, the girl hissed.

“What did I tell you about wandering around?” Now, he just needed to escape death. A vice grip landed on his shoulder sending a cold-sweat trailed down his temple. “And did you make this girl uncomfortable, Tooru?”

It’s nice to know that his manager’s saccharine and chilling tone didn’t only sending shivers down his spine because the three students in front of him paling slowly but surely.

“N-no! This is a misunderstanding! He’s just helping me picking up the phone strap I dropped! He didn’t do anything!” Bless the platinum blonde girl, she just saved his life.

“Really? Thank goodness, then.” The previous chilling aura instantly gone and replaced by a polite tone you used–that’s when Oikawa could release a relief sigh. “You three are Shujin students, right? Nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too!” the girl stuttered before smiling. “The match before was awesome! Your team is so strong! You completely crushed ours, oh by the way, my name is Takamaki Ann!”

“Cheer for our school more, would you?” the blonde sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sakamoto Ryuji, sorry for glaring at you.”

Oikawa was impressed–the boy may look and dressed like a delinquent, but his manners were decent. For image maybe?

“Amamiya Ren,” the last one introduced simply–he’s a quiet one, the captain assessed.

“Thank you, my name is Otohaku [First Name] and I’m the manager,” you introduced yourself with a smile before gesturing towards him (and he certainly noticed the slight blush present on the boys’ cheeks when you introduced yourself). “And this is our volley team’s captain, Oikawa Tooru.”

“Is this what an elite team looks like? None of our sports team even have a manager!” Takamaki commented, blue eyes shining in amazement.

“Probably, they have a well-balanced and organized team,” Amamiya added, pushing his glasses which slid up to his nose.

“You’re right, though!” Sakamoto nodded enthusiastically. “Man, it’s been a while since I saw a match that good. You have a great attack and defense combination and rotation! It feels like watching the preliminaries!”

“I don’t think you should be excited especially when your team’s lost, but I get it,” Oikawa chuckled. “Our coach specifically accepted the practice match here to support you guys. We knew what the team have been through, it’s all over the news, so maybe we could help bring the spirit back up.”

“…Really?” Amamiya muttered, gray eyes slightly widened.

“Definitely,” you replied. “It must’ve been hard for you guys with all the negativity. But everything is okay now, right? Although, it will be a hard time for everything to settle down.”

“W-wow…” Takamaki put a hand over her mouth. “You guys are too nice, seriously.”

“You have our coaches to thank for that.” Oikawa grinned. “Anyway, do you want to meet the team? We still have some time before going back to Miyagi.”

“SURE!” both Takamaki and Sakamoto exclaimed at the exact same time–Oikawa couldn’t help but feeling the influence of their enthusiasm. They’re nice kids.

“Then, come on!” you added. “We’ll introduce you to everyone!”

“It will be an honor,” Amamiya stated, a simple smile present on his face.

Oikawa smiled–the day went from great to even greater than before, especially when you gained new friends along the way.

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