#it is not even good but it feels so nice to finally be able to draw again

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 7, Part 2

masterpost I am not a doctor lol

“And look up,” the doctor instructed before pulling away the pen light.

Danny blinked back the after images that it left. The eye exam certainly didn’t help, but the overwhelming feeling of seeing was better. Everything was still on the blurry side—too soft, too bright, too white—but it didn’t make Danny want to hide from the world anymore.

“Well, the good news is, your eyes are dilating and have no issue with movement. They’re just far too dilated. We’ll need to get you to an ophthalmologist to be sure, but I suspect that your vision will return to normal as the side effects of the event fade.”

“‘kay,” Danny rasped. He took a grateful sip from the cup Wally passed him before he tried to continue, “Same on the hearing, or…?”

Danny didn’t much like the way the doctor frowned.

“It could be,” the doctor said. It was clear the effort she was putting in to speak loudly and articulately enough, “but hearing doesn’t bounce back the way eyes can. I think it would be good to at least be braced for bad news. The good news, even if it’s bad news, is that you seem to still have some hearing in both ears, so you should be a good candidate for hearing aids.”

Danny rubbed at his face with a shaky hand. “Right. Thank you. What do we think about the hand tremors?”

“Another wait and see. But we’ll start you on some physical and occupational therapy. You and the Flash can be be PT buddies,” the doctor said with a little smile. She really was doing her best. “I also want everyone to watch for signs of seizures, especially more minor ones. Like a lot of the cases here, you’re a one off, but that doesn’t mean that we won’t do everything that we can to take care of you.”

“Thanks, really,” Danny said. “I think I’m just here for right now, so whatever works for those appointments? You can let Nightwing know when they are if I’ve crashed again or not remembering or something.”

“The memory issues should go away as you stay awake and get oriented, but I’ll make sure that Nightwing knows of all appointments also. I know it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re healing.” The doctor stood and rolled her gloves off. “Make sure to eat and hydrate while you’re awake, but rest when you need and keep the oxygen in when you’re resting. Flash—stay put and keep that IV in.”

“Yes ma’am!” Wally chirped as Dick showed her out.

Wally hooked his chin over Danny’s shoulder and pulled him back against his chest. Danny let himself slump back into the hold with a sigh. He found the straw to sip at just so that he didn’t have to say anything right away.

“Alright!” Dick said with a clap of his hands. “Food! As long as Wally drinks his smoothies and stays on that IV, we’re not on a restrictive diet, so Danny, what are you thinking?”

“Trash,” Danny decided. “Nuggets and fries and like a shake or something. Just salty trash.”

“Deal! Shake flavor and dipping sauce?”

“Strawberry I guess and like, honey mustard? Honey something. Surprise me.”

“Can do,” Dick said complete with a little salute. “I’m going to to let the others know you’re awake awake and get their food order too, okay? But I’ll keep the horde away for now.”

“Thanks,” Danny said with a grateful smile. He liked the all the Titans, but he really just couldn’t right then, not with his senses all off. Two was just enough. After Dick left, Danny leaned a little more firmly against Wally. “Nice to be able to finally touch you.”

Wally said something then cleared his throat and said more clearly, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though… just… some of those things might be permanent,” Wally said, voice almost dipping too long a few times.

“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “I really hope the vision isn’t. I’d like the tremors not to be too, you know? And the seizures would suck if they’re as bad, but I bet there’d be medication for that at least.”

When Wally sighed, it was with his whole body. “You’re so calm about it. I—Danny, you got hurt bringing me back, maybe for good. That… doesn’t that make you mad?”

Danny played with Wally’s fingers as he thought about how to answer that. “You’ve had to have been hurt as Flash.”

“I heal fast,” Wally pouted.

“Okay, lucky guy,” Danny said with a little snort. “But you have or Dick has. You know it’s part of being a hero.”

“You’re a civi right now. You’re a civi and I’m not. I know that even heroes can need rescuing, but you shouldn’t have been hurt because I fucked up!”

Ah, that was it.

Danny brought up Wally’s fingers and kissed them lightly. “Everyone fucks up. And part of me will always be that stupid teen who was a hero. I’ll deal with what this got me just like I deal with the aches and pains I already have. I don’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“I don’t,” Danny insisted. “And you have to respect me enough to know that I went into this willingly and with open eyes. If you can’t do that, then our date when we’re free from here needs to be a friendly dinner instead. I’m not going to be with someone who doesn’t respect my right to decide.”

Wally left out a huff of air like he was deflating. “Sorry. I didn’t mean too… just… hero guilt.”

“I get it, really I do,” Danny said. “But shove it aside, okay? Because both of us are here and alive and I think that’s a damn good outcome when dealing with unknowable forces of the space time continuum.”

“Nerd,” Wally teased.

“Oh like you aren’t.”

“No, I totally am,” Wally said, “but now I have someone to curl up and watch Star Trek with. I love Dick, but he’s an absolute pop culture heathen. He swings between cartoons and reality tv.”

Danny held back a laugh and nodded wisely instead. “Well, we’ll put on ‘The Voyage Home’, and he can fall asleep to the dulcet whale songs.”

“Perfect, as soon as you can hear better,” Wally promised with a soft kiss to Danny’s temple.

[lalaluna20]

Protocol

paige x reader tw: paige’s concussion, mentions of acl injury. BUT!! it is fluff i promise.

also this post is dedicated to that anon back in november 2024 who asked for fluff and i deleted the request because i thought i was going to delete my account. this is for you! 💜

paige hate concussion protocol. she hates injuries she hates not being on the court or in the gym. yet you make it bearable. you helped her through her acl tear, you helped her through so many injuries. somehow you’re able to make everything that feels so big so small. “paige look at me” your voice gentle but stern. as you cup her face to look at you, your hands soft against her skin. your movements slow, soft and gentle. “baby this is so much small than it seem. it’s the start of your very long and successful career.” your reassuring words are like a warm comfort around her shoulders. “but i need to be there for my team… im letting them down.” underneath all of paige’s confidence nonchalant attitude is still a girl from hopkins who wants to give it all to her dream and teammates. “you are there for them. baby even if you’re not there in person, you’re still there in spirit.” you tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, still as gentle as ever. “i promise your teammates would rather have you at 100% health than see you push and injure yourself even more and just to end up missing more games.” there were a lot of truth in your words, paige couldn’t even deny that. which sucked.

one of paige’s friends were in town and asked paige if she wanted to get lunch together. you offered to take paige, since it’s a good idea for her to get out and not stay cooped in the house. plus it finally gives you a chance to get supplies.

whenever paige gets injured you always make her a “get better basket”. which are always filled with her favorite treats, skincare products, medicine and pt equipment (if she needs them)

paige ends up spending 2 hours with her friend. which was perfect for you since it gave you enough time. you were able to drop paige off, get the supplies, go back home, put it together and leaving you 20 minutes to spare.

when you picked paige up, she was just beaming. so happy she got to catch up with a friend, telling you everything they talked about, how she even went on a tangent about how much she loves you.

once i paige finished talking, you asked her what she wanted to do for the rest of the day. “honestly i don’t know ma, you usually call the shots.” she said in raspy, nonchalant voice, moving her hand to your thigh, a clear indicator she’s happy to be with you again. “i was thinking we could have a movie marathon for the rest of the day.” you could see the bright grin form on her face from the corner of your eye. causing a small smile to form on your lips. “i’d love that ma.”

once you guys make it back to her apartment. you stand in front of the door. “babe you okay?” she asks in confusion. “i have a surprise for you” her confusion turns to curiosity. as you open the door. the layout of the apartment gives clear view of the kitchen island, where the basket is.

the basket was filled with her favorites. trufru packets, skin masks, hand mask, hair ties, a new set of pajama pants, you name it. “i thought a get better basket would be nice over your concussion break” before you know it, paige has you scooped up in her arms. “god i love you. what would i do without you?” her voice filled with nothing but pure love.

after getting your face masks on, setting up the movie (you guys chose to watch disney), and getting some popcorn and trufru. you guys cuddle up on the couch, under the softest blanket. paige holds you in her arms, resting your head on her chest, and her chin resting on your head. “you know i mean it right?” her words drawing your attention from the movie. “you’ve gotten me through every injury, making every inconvenience seem small… i couldn’t ask for any one better to love.” she says softly, as if she was any louder she might cry. she leans down pressing a kiss on you head “i love you” she mumbles, her kiss lingering on your skin.

“i love you too paige.”

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two post in one day 😱 yes!! i know i should probably be working on finals buttttt the idea popped in and i needed to write it asap.

anyways!!!

i hope you enjoyed!- Love Luna

[caitlinsnicket]

bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 3

warnings: another fluffy part, mentions of bob's mental illnesses

a/n: i love him your honor

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 2 | part. 4

whenever he's by himself, his eating habits are terrible: he either drinks five gallons of water and forgets he needs actual sustenance, or just sleeps the day away without consuming anything. it's the reason why you make sure that he has eaten something before the two of you hang out or watch a movie. the more weight he gains, the happier you are

one day you catch him staring at himself in the mirror, smiling softly at the little belly that has formed on his stomach, and how his ribs are basically a detail instead of sharp and visible all the time. you hug him from behind then, telling him how proud you are of his progress, and then announce that you've made pasta for the night. you also pretend you didn't see the way he blushes at your praise

and when he starts eating away, on his second plate already (his metabolism requires way more energy than it did before), and the corner of his mouth is smudged with the sauce, you can't help but dab a napkin on it, and smile at his messiness. on other times, when dessert is already clouding your mind, you might clean him up by licking the sauce away, just to hear his breath hitch and his eyes become wide

it's also nice to get takeout, and have him pick what you guys are going to eat: he spent so long not being able to make choices, and then manipulated into making them, that it feels nice to start making good decisions again (even if it starts small). so you give him a bunch of options like thai, pizza, fries, and he picks whatever he wants. in the beginning he would almost beg you to choose for him, but after reassuring him a thousand times that whatever he chose would be good, he finally relaxed. it is now tradition, and he will buy something to be delivered to you without you asking

he expresses interest in legos one day (he mentions he really wanted them as a kid, but never spoke up about it), and so you buy him those flower ones, because he also said he'd like to "green his place up," but didn't trust himself to take care of a plant

turns out, the choice was perfect, and now he has twenty different kinds of lego flowers all over his bedroom. he loves to build them with you specifically, but will invite the others on occasion. sometimes he'll mess up a little (like attaching the wrong pieces together and not being able to separate them without breaking them, or he'll stumble on an already built part and knock it to the floor, dismantling it) and he looks so scared for a second it breaks your heart. so you reassure him constantly, maybe even mess up a few times yourself on purpose, and praise him every time the two of you finish a set. his face lights up during the whole process, and your heart melts every time

he likes to be around you even when you're not doing something together. and when you get to reading that book you've been wanting to, he sneaks into your room without you noticing, until he gets on top of you (like a tall, long blanket) or by your side, and hugs you to him. sometimes he'll just stay there, enjoying your warmth and the way one of your hands pets his hair, and other times he'll ask you to read aloud for him. he usually falls asleep if you read, and you soon join him (i think he's way warmer than he used to be) because he is, indeed, the comfiest blanket

if you're gonna do a chore or a task, please ask him to do it with you. he goes on missions very rarely, and he loves feeling useful, but it's not always that they'll let him wander around and use his powers. that makes him feel trapped at best, and useless at worst. so if he has nothing to do, invite him to help you do your laundry, go grocery shopping, move some furniture around, or go around the city: he likes feeling like he's giving back somehow, that he's repaying your kindness and patience by helping you out (even if you reassure him that whatever you do for him goes without any expectations, he gets anxious if he goes too long without doing something nice to you too). praise him while at it and watch him gleam with happiness

the first time he cried in front of you, you went to comfort him with a hug, but he pulled away after a second. you figured maybe he didn't want to be touched, but later he confessed that he felt a little disgusting when he cried: salty tears and a runny nose used to get him beat up, and even though he knows you would never do that, he still feels bad. the next time you catch him crying silently by himself, you don't let him pull away: you hold his face with your hands as softly as you can, and use your shirt to clean his face. he's already laughing a little and the tips of his ears are getting red, but when you start kissing him all over his face, your lips soft and warm, he almost forgets why he was crying, and he nuzzles into your neck

his hands are fidgety: always have been, always will be. though there's a subtle difference from when he's alright and he's playing with his fingers, and when he's getting anxious and restless. that's when his hands start shaking and that damned crease in the middle of his eyebrows shows up, indicating that he needs space or he's gonna lose it. the key to ease this problem is taking him away from wherever he is, and holding his hands tightly while he breathes slowly. it doesn't work every time, but he still prefers if you try it before taking more drastic measures. so you hold his hands between yours, tracing the faint scars and pale skin there, and when his breathing has eased up a little more, you brush one of your thumbs between his eyebrows, and he always laughs a little because he always forgets he frowns a lot

there's this devotion in bob you rarely see in other people, and the way he always seems so surprised that you love him as much as he does breaks your heart a little. it's why you try so hard to make him happy: because if there's someone who deserves to feel good all the time, it's bob.

[pushspacetocontinue]

"I feel like we could all do with something to eat and drink, well those of us who can," Leofric said, "This has been a very intense evening, physically and emotionally, and so it would not do any harm to get some of the calories that were spent back."

Leofric could only imagine the emotional impact this was having on Rook, given the history with Five's family and her own, and of course, Veronica's connection to all of this too.

At least it seemed that Simon and Willow were greatly amused by the way Five was ultimately disposed of.

"Perfect," Simon said, "I'll make sure to remember that one."

Antonio and Bill kept holding onto Rook just as she was for them. They would only let go when she was ready for them to. She needed all the support she could get right now, especially after such a horrific experience.

But soon, they'd be able to leave, and Shade could stomp this place into powder. Russell watched, some relief creeping into his blue eyes at this seemed to sink in, and he managed a small smile at Lucien.

"I, I think this, this is, this is over, this is, this finally over," Russell said.

Of course, it was only for a time, but for now, maybe they could rest a little bit after all of this. Hopefully at least a little. That would be nice.

"Hopefully, Custard," Travis agreed, "But I think Erica's onto something. I'm hungry."

"I'm sure we, we can pitch in with the cleaning up while Rook is getting the building marked for demolition," Bill said, "I can go along if you'd like me to, Rook. As you saw with the beams, I can get us up there pretty easily."

Leofric then tilted his head as he also heard the sound of Frosty springing the trap and getting caught in it. At least that would save them worrying where he might have gone.

"I suppose that's fair," Leofric said, with a small nod, and he also gave Veronica a knowing look. He had a very good idea of just who that comment was aimed at.

"I will save any sorts of ideas I might have for a better time," Antonio said, "I suppose I do need to go a little easier on him than we might have done with the others."

Especially the creep. But the twins were most likely keeping an eye an him right now.

"I'll be glad to see the back of his place," Antonio said, before he nodded at Rook, "All right, you can do that, we can clean up as much as we can in here, and then head on out, taking Frosty with us for the moment."

"Then hopefully we can just send him home," Travis said, with a brief shrug, "And he can things kids are supposed to be doing rather than get locked in with some toxic adult's bullshit."

"We'll just have to see," Simon said.

"Sure, that sounds fun." Erica still took a mental note to go get some coconut water for both of them, as well as for Leofric seeing as he seemed to like it too.

Her primary concern at the moment was Rook. She fought the hardest out of the four of them, but being cruel rarely sat right with her. The elf got ready to step in just in case Bill and Antonio's efforts would not be enough to help calm her down.

Rook seemed content just holding on both for dear life for now. It was then probably for the best that Five had been flushed quickly. Watching him stumble around looking like a rotting corpse wasn't doing her any good.

But it definitely amused Willow. "We're naming this clip 'Modern problems require elven solutions'." she told Simon.

"Well, Rook is really upset, so the ice cream would help." Erica explained. A shadow hand raised from the ground and dutifully returned all of Willow's knives. "We should probably clean up before we go. We don't want any of the other hunters to come snooping around and figure out stuff about us."

Messing around for a bit would have also been good for morale, all things considered. After fighting for their right to exist in peace, it was only right to enjoy it fully while being out in the open.

But first, they better go pick up Frosty. Erica's ears raised at the muffled noise of Frosty falling on his face after being caught in their trap. At least they wouldn't have to chase him around.

"Oh, he woke up after we squished Five. It just didn't seem urgent." the elf replied with a shrug.

"Well, let's go pick up our next guest." Lucien said, "He's going to need more than sugar to recover from what he has endured."

"Indeed." Veronica said, "So I recommend any interrogation attempts be postponed until he at least has the strength to stay awake long enough to feel any measure of dread."

The ghost lady looked at nobody in particular as she said that, before eyeing Antonio.

Rook sighed quietly, before putting her helmet back on. "I better mark the building before we leave. I just need to get to the roof."

[americaine-noces]

sofia 𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ

you’re thirteen when you first notice it. how her hand feels warmer than yours when she grabs it. how you watch her mouth when she talks. how your stomach does something weird when she looks at you like you hung the stars.

you tell yourself it’s normal. girls are close like that. best friends always are.

you’re fifteen when you stop being able to look her in the eye after she changes in front of you.

she laughs, tossing her shirt onto the floor of your room. “you’re weird,” she says. you smile too hard.

you’re sixteen when you try to date a boy from school. he’s nice enough. says you’re pretty. takes you to the movies and holds your hand.

but it doesn’t feel like it does with nat. not even close.

she’s waiting for you after the date. sitting on the curb, flicking her lighter open and shut.

“was he good?” she asks, smirking.

you shrug. “he was fine.”

nat looks at you too long. you look at the ground.

you think: i wish it was you. you say: “wanna come inside?”

you’re seventeen and tired of hiding from yourself. but you don’t know how to stop.

your mom says things like that’s not how we raised you, when someone on the TV kisses a girl. your dad won’t even say the word.

you start writing it in your journal. girls. girls. girls. natalie. natalie. natalie. then you rip the page out and burn it in the sink.

you lie in her bed that night. it’s late. you can hear her breathing next to you, steady, quiet.

you think: she’s the only thing that’s ever made sense.

you think: am i allowed to feel this way?

you whisper, “nat?”

she hums. “what?”

you almost say it. you’re so pretty it makes me sick. i want to hold your face when you laugh. no one has ever made me feel the way you do and i don’t know what that means except that i think i might love you.

instead you say, “nothing.”

you feel her fingers brush yours under the blanket. she doesn’t pull away. neither do you.

you’re eighteen when she kisses you.

it’s after a fight. something stupid. you were scared. pushed her away before she could pull you too close.

she shows up at your house anyway, hoodie on, hair messy, eyes stubborn.

“can you just shut up for one second?” she says.

you freeze.

and then she kisses you. like it’s easy. like it’s always been coming.

you kiss her back like you’ve been waiting your whole life.

you pull away, breathless. “i don’t know what i am.”

she just shrugs. “i don’t care.”

and you laugh. wet-cheeked and shaking.

because she means it.

because you’re finally, finally not afraid.

[plutowon]

CHACONNE suspicions

 after heeseung texts the groupchat, he tosses his phone on the desk. setting up his monitor is heeseung’s least favorite part of streaming, perhaps because he’s always been impatient. first, he has to set up his mic and his webcam. he has to test the audio, make sure the quality is good. he has to set up the lighting, the settings on his camera and make sure the picture is up to par. then he sets up his screen recorder. then he needs to make sure everything is synced. then he presses the stream button at 8:45, and he has to make sure it’s synced again and running smoothly. then, that’s when heeseung feels excitement. when the comments roll in and he can feel all the eyes on him through the camera. 

heeseung isn’t lonely, but it’s always nice to have connections. 

heeseung waves at the camera, smiling gently while he says “hi”. it’s only courteous. 

five nights at freddy’s is the game heeseung has pulled up. why not ? it’s always good to go back to old games. he introduces the game’s while he reads the comments. there’s loads of comments rolling in, but he can always recognized a few familiar users who always interact with his content, some of those people of course being his friends who love to tease him and embarrass him on live, but there’s also the dedicated fans that make sure to join most of his streams and always wanna talk to him. he feels a great bond with them and appreciates them so, even if he’s never talked to them personally or face to face.

“no i am not taking my shirt off, guys. don’t be silly”

or even if they’re very forward and silly too.

he starts up the game, mostly reading comments because the first night is too easy and simple. heeseung can do it with his eyes closed, he just needed to make it past that night to get to the really challenging and interesting part of the game. night two isn’t anything spectacular, but it isn’t the easy breeze night one is.

“damn, how the fuck did she get to my door so fast”

y/n laughs as she watches heeseung’s live. she admits, while heeseung is a bit…tactless at heeseung is a bit…tactless at times, she does appreciate his presence and humor. people tend to laugh at heeseung when he tells them he does twitch streams, but y/n admires his passion. heeseung used to be a very closed off person, so it’s always a warm feeling that passes through y/n when she thinks of how far he’s come. 

  however, as y/n is watching heeseung’s stream, she hears a loud buzzing right next to her. it’s just her phone, of course, but the interruption had y/n jumping in her chair. she huffs out a little, annoyed at how her heart’s thumping against her ribcage. she’s even more annoyed seeing the ‘unknown caller ID’ message on her screen, but she answers it anyway just in case they try calling again. 

“hello, y/n” 

ugh, it’s some weird old man wasting her time. really, she wishes she could go one day without being bothered, especially not by an old loser with no life.

“hello? who is this, i’m kinda busy right now…”

“oh, i’m well aware, dear”

she did blush a little, but then she remembered she had a man at home and this man was definitely a grade A freak.

“what…look, if that’s all, i’m gonna go”

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you, not if you care about your dear friend, heeseung.”

her blood runs cold at the mention of heeseung’s name. the person on the other line is so calm. they bring him up so nonchalantly, like he’s a child’s toy they’ll take away if the child keeps misbehaving…unfortunately, y/n figures she’s the child in this scenario.

“ah, did i scare you? good”

“why are you calling me”

“oh? no reason. I just wanted your live reaction” 

before she can ask what the live reaction was for, she notices something moving in the background of heeseung’s facecam. her eyes widen, struck by horror as her brain finally processes the situation.

she’s on call with the killer.

she screams into the phone, heeseung should be able to hear her, right? but she realizes as she’s screaming that she can't hear herself in the background. she tries texting him, calling him, facetiming, but heeseung always has his phone on silent during livestreams. that must be why the killer targeted him now of all times. the comments have obviously caught on as the figure is now fully in view, dawned in a black robe and a ghostface mask. kids should stop watching scary movies…. the comments are full of people telling heeseung to look behind him, warning him, telling him there’s someone there, but heeseung having been on the internet for most of his formative years knows what a troll is, and he’s determined to not fall victim to one.

“alright guys, stop playing in the comments. i’m not easily scared.” he laughs it off, but the killer gets closer and closer. the comments continue to fill up, urging him to turn around. it’s not until heeseung dies in the game and the screen turns black that he decides to entertain the comments.

“alright alright, since you guys won’t let it go i’ll turn around, just for you” he smiles into the camera before turning around slowly as if to mock his viewers, but when he turns around fully, he comes face to face with the masked man. 

“oh shit-”

the killer makes a move towards heeseung, but heeseung is quick. he has surprisingly impressive reflexes. he’s up on his feet fast and he kicks the chair into the man. the killer falls back at the sudden impact, he probably didn’t expect heeseung to be that quick. heeseung knows it’s only a matter of time before the killer comes back to his senses, so he scans his room quickly before his eyes land on his tripod, settled in the corner of the room to his left. he grabs it quickly, and soon, the man is charging towards him. heeseung swings the tripod with all his might and when it collides with the man's head, it makes a loud thwack sound. he stumbles over his feet, trying to find his balance, but he falls to the floor, unresponsive. 

heeseung stands there with the tripod clutched in his hand. he waits for the killer to get up. he refuses to make the mistake of getting comfortable and cocky. the sirens outside make heeseung’s rigid stance loosen up though, as he heads towards the window. his body still faces the…body on the floor, but he pivots his head to look outside. the police cars are parked right outside in his driveway and he’s about to gloat and tell the man on his floor that they caught his ass, but when he turns his head, the man is gone. he glances up at the clock that reads 9:35pm.

—-

jisung sighs as he watches reruns of spongebob. there’s nothing else to do at this time in the evening and he feels his mind going numb as the episodes play on and on and on.

but then, jisung hears a knock at the door.

he looks at the door in confusion. he’s not expecting anyone today. all his friends are out partying tonight, and after what happened three nights ago, he’s shunned off parties…for at least the next 2 weeks before he gets bored anyway.

‘maybe it’s chenle…’

he makes his way towards the front door and yanks it open, but nobody is there.

“hello…? is this some stupid attempt at a prank?” he rolls his eyes and shuts his door. the moment the door clicks in the lock, jisung hears a crash from upstairs in his bedroom.

‘maybe this is the real prank…’ he stands completely still. as if when he moves time will move with him and whatever lurks upstairs will catch up to him. 

but he’s forced to move when his phone begins to ring at 9:38pm.

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[threegoldfish]

Words are spoken, steps slowing until they both come to a halt - and Marc blinks again, turns his head to face that doctor next to him, looking into those brighter eyes that appear so much more human here, at this very moment.

Less professional, more casual. Harrow's words are as well - talking about having been at the wrong place at the wrong time, mentioning a border town, talks about Marc being... strong.

Is he? In his own humble (self-hating) opinion, Marc is everything but strong - just... kept pushing on, kept functioning, kept taking step after step and day after day, month after month, year after year. Kept doing so because he had to, because there was no other way for him to do this - to handle his life, his existence, everything he'd gone through.

... Without Steven, he probably wouldn't be here anymore. If it weren't for this man to exist, to live a happy, normal life, to allow Marc to see that it still exists somewhere - that, despite all the pain, all the horrible things that have happened, there's still something good out there... A soul that wants to live, that wants to reach something in this shitty life and make the best of it.

Marc isn't alone, that's what kept him from ending it all. Steven had been there for him ever since... ever since Randall had died in that cave. Had helped him to live, had protected him without even knowing that Marc exists in the first place.

So... does that make him strong, all of this? Isn't that actually making him a failure, useless, as he wouldn't be able to keep existing like this if it weren't for that other one living inside his head?

---Harrow doesn't know about Steven, so he cannot take him into consideration. Perhaps his opinion were different if he only knew...

A swallow, a dark gaze that finally falls away from the doctor's eyes - bloody lips pressing together, brows furrowing, something rather emotional and sad appearing there beneath all the crimson, the pulsing of his nose and temple, the taste of iron. The very same lips part then again, because Marc cannot breathe otherwise - he blinks a few times, glances to the side, his messy hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt - messing it up even further in the process, fingers leaving streaks of red behind...

It is all your fault!

"...Perhaps I'm just stubborn." A statement - just that, really. "Not strong, just... just stubborn."

Another slow blink, with Marc turning his head away completely. It's so hard to... accept this, the words the other has offered him here. They feel good, but at the same time, there's just so much shit still sticking to Marc - shit that keeps pulling on him, a lot of guilt, so much guilt and fault and things he fucked up...

It is all your fault!

Randall died because of him. His comrade died because of him.

"... ---Stubborn and guilty."

... He begins to take a few steps again. Doesn't know where he's supposed to go, but... following that damn hallway sounds good enough for now. He's slow as he moves, but he just... he just needs to move, feels too vulnerable otherwise. Too... too seen, if that makes sense at all.

He wants to be seen, and yet he doesn't want to be seen at the same time. Fucking bullshit that is.

"...---I'm sorry 'bout that border town thing." Randomly mentioned, but he means it. "It's awful. Been there many times." ... "You know, a plant or would look nice in here."

Arthur didn’t interrupt, again finding comfort in the fact that Marc was willing to speak to him. There was something human in it, something raw and untouchable; it was trust. A trust that had been built quickly, that Arthur respected - one that he didn’t want to harm in any way. 

Marc’s statement, saying that he was so scared, pushed something deeper. Arthur’s expression broke, his eyebrows pinching harder, his mouth softening. He exhaled gently, nodding once more; his hand almost touched Marc, but he chose against it. 

“I would have been scared, too,” he agreed. “Anyone would have.” He couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would have been, to be in that situation. To wake up with no memory, with nothing but the evidence of what had happened; in such a gruesome way, too. That event alone was more than enough to cause trauma in all of the worst forms. 

“You asked me once if I’d ever been in the field,” Arthur offered. “I wasn’t a soldier, I couldn’t handle those sorts of things. But I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.” 

He offered Marc a glance, a smile, though not much more. “I was in a border town. Dangerous place to be, I’m sure you know. It was over in a day, but… I didn’t handle it well. Not for a long time.” 

His cane continued to tap as he walked, though his pace had slowed some as his focus switched to their conversation. “But you… you lived through that fear every day. You got up, and you kept moving. That’s not weakness. That’s more strength than most people in this building have. More than I have, certainly.” 

He stopped just a moment, enough to hopefully get Marc to stop as well. He looked the man directly in the eyes, his blue ones just as gentle as the rest of him. “You are one of the strongest men I’ve ever met, Marc. Not because of the fights, or the training, or the uniform - but because I think that this is the first time in your life that it’s truly overwhelmed you.” 

He watched Marc’s face, just for a second, looking over him. Taking in how he looked, how he seemed unbothered even by having blood all over his face, possibly a snapped nose; he’d had the shit beaten out of him, and yet he was still standing here, talking as if it didn’t matter. 

“Being overwhelmed after everything that you’ve been through doesn’t make you wrong or bad. Breaking down doesn’t make you weak. You’ve carried more than anyone ever could - what happened was because of that. And none of that - none of it - was your fault. This would have happened to anyone.” 

It would get better, not that Marc would believe it if Arthur told him. But it would get better slowly; the pain would fade, Marc would remember life without the memory of this dragging him down. All he needed was time and healing.

[soft-cryptids]

[roughentumble]

ok wait lets think of some actual things yandere!logan would do since that post failed so badly while also being shoved in my face. like, for example, yandere are incredibly obsessive about the object of their affections, while logan has enhanced senses from his mutation, so it wouldnt be unreasonable to assume he'd obsessively steal articles of clothing and other personal effects that carry a scent, and smell them almost religiously until the scent faded, desperate for a little piece of his beloved that soothes his animal hindbrain

[moregraceful]

many things i have been keeping under wraps at work, such as pronouns, but also, very critically, age. bc i got that ageless mixed race asian swag where i am very clearly not an undergrad but also??? they just don't know. and it WHIPS and it is so funny to ME because all the managers and shift supervisors are like damn this girl in her mid-twenties is so easy to talk to, it's like talking to a peer. surprise bitch i'm older than you. and maybe this means i'm performing psychological experiments on cis men, but i am ngl if i hand you a two page resume that you don't read, it is simply none of MY business if you think i am in my mid-20s. they are going to be so mad when they find out lmao

[monstercanyeti]

We talking romance? Let's go!

BTdubs, this is my opinion and mine alone, so don't yell at me if I say something mean about your favorite. We all have favorites and that's perfectly okay because this is a video game.

So, if we talk about romance, I hate to say that the better romance options are for Male V rather than Female V. Judy is alright, sure, but if you're nice to her. I remember in one of my playthroughs, when my Cool attribute was low, I wasn't able to end the conversation quickly. Now, I know how it looks like from her end. Some random merc she met that Evelyn hired is suddenly back, asking to find her in desperation would raise some flags. What could they possibly want, right? Revenge? To kill Evelyn? Makes sense and I get why she's hostile, but the shit she says to you is low. She throws Jackie's and T-bug's death in your face and blames you for it, as if you were the sole being responsible for everything that happened.

No one, not a single soul, knew Saburo Arasaka would fucking be there. T-bug mentions that everyone is scrambling and on their feet, because his arrival is that sudden. Yorinobu probably got the memo at the last minute and rushed his ass from wherever the hell he was straight back. Didn't even have time to process it, just sat down and waited for his father to come down the stairs. No one could predict what Yorinobu would even do, least of all V. I don't even think Yorinobu planned to kill Saburo either, it was the heat of the moment when he did it. A crime of passion, so to speak. All of it ended in disaster, but V did manage to get the Relic. V did the job, at their friend's expense and what did that earn them? A bullet to the brain by Dexter fucking DeShawn.

Judy only knows from what the scream sheets and news outlets told her, yet when V explains that they also fucking died, Judy says she doesn't fucking care. She wants to be angry, which is fine, but if you keep defending yourself, she is just more and more angry at you. Fine, I get it. After your mission in Clouds and you show up at Fingers, she gets all mad. She starts to give up before V tells her to get her shit together. To hold out for hope. The go to the power plant and this is when I lose it with Judy. She demands to know why you were looking for Ev, so when you tell her, she scoffs and says she expects nothing less of a merc.

Girl, what the fuck? I get you're mad, but this is the shit you're gonna tell me when I'm the only reason why you know where Evelyn is in the first place? I did the dirty work for you and you say this shit? Scavs die on sight, so I'm killing everyone, but really? I go through hell just to get Evelyn and save her. If I didn't do something, your ass would've just sat in your den, mulling over what you should do but not actually doing it.

If V never came back from the dead, what would happen? Judy wouldn't have done anything. The Mox wouldn't help her, they're tired of her shit. She's good at what she does, truly talented, but that could only go so far when you start to piss off the leader of the Mox enough. Tom would have never have told her what happened, because he'd still be doing his own thing, always wondering what happened to Ev but never doing more than that. Ev would have been absolutely tortured until she finally died from the way the Scavs were treating her.

And the whole thing with them doing the raid on Clouds? Piss poor planning. She had nothing to go off of and the only reason why anything happens is because of V. Depending on what you do results in something awful happening. You either get the Dolls killed who aided you in the mission, Maiko takes over and doesn't make the Dolls lives any easier or you just piss her off.

Depending on your choices, if you unlock the extra mission for Judy, the one where you dive underwater, she goes through her life before suddenly feeling utterly guilty over everything that happened. If you reject her advances/play Male V, she sleeps on the couch and Johnny goes off on how he doesn't like her. He may be an asshole, but Johnny has shown that he's pretty decent at reading certain types of people. He knows her type and he hates it. If you stay for her, he gets mad at you for being all "sentimental" but, either way, the message is clear. He does not like her and if you're not "nice" to her, she says some pretty awful shit to you.

That's not to say Judy is a bad character. Far from it. I think she's fantastic, because she's a fleshed out character with flaws. She's realistic. But, for romance? I don't find her to be a good romantic partner for V.

River, on the other hand, is one I do have the least experience with, but for good reason. He's a good guy, heart's in the right place, but he comes on too strong and it's kinda awkward. From the stories I've heard and the bits of dialogue I've seen from videos, I just don't think River is a romance option that V would pursue. Plus, he's a badge. V with a cop boyfriend would only be hot in fanfiction, not in the reality of the game. Male V can at least see the friendship in him, but Female V is fighting mighty levels of cringey flirtation that borderlines desperation. Truthfully, I refused to do that mission for the longest time because I genuinely did not want to go through that second-hand embarrassment. But, from what I read, at the very least, you know his love is genuine. He does love V and I guess that's alright. You just really have to deal with some pretty hard cringe beforehand.

Although, I will say, River is very similar to Judy in terms of planning. He does not plan ahead. He doesn't think things through and impulsively goes through the motions. From what I've seen, from the actual gameplay mind you, he relies heavily on you to do most of the work in figuring out where to go. Like, my guy, your nephew's life hangs on the balance but you're telling me that you're incapable of doing the police work? Why I am doing the scrolling? Why am I doing the investigating? If you do not go with him to save his nephew, he's not prepared for anything and dies. Mind you, he's a cop. Sure, he doesn't have the cyberware that V has, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to avoid mines and turrets. Finding the button isn't as hard as you think and navigating around is dicey, but he could figure it out. Time is of the essence, but still, even Panam could figure out what she needs to do if she was there.

Speaking of which, Panam is probably the best romantic option in the game for a multitude of reasons. She's impulsive, like Judy, but also smart enough to think on her feet. She shows love to V, regardless of gender, though only familiar/platonic love for Fem V, and is the type to be your best friend through it all. She truly does love you and is hurt deeply when you disappear with certain endings. She is your ride or die type of partner and that's what's so great about her.

Kerry, truthfully, is the one I have zero experience on. I haven't gotten to the point of romancing him because I'm usually not playing a Male V. From the looks of it, he maintains the relationship with V so long as V is in Night City. And if you choose the Phantom Liberty ending, he would like to start up the relationship again, but that he's busy with the tour. And honestly, I think that's pretty dope. A rockerboy(old man really) that loves you a lot and can spoil your ass? Sounds good to me, honestly.

Now, enough of that. I know I ranted about Judy the most, sorry about that, but really? With these romance options, it pains me that the ones I wanna romance, I can't.

Other Romance Options that I'd have preferred

Vik? Lemme romance that old-timer, please. I'd kill to have him as a romance option. Solid enough dude. Man can beat most people's asses and he's not even suped up with any cybernetics. He's chill and he's nice to hang around with.

Claire? CLAIRE!? LET ME ROMANCE HER, PLEEEEEASE. God, she's so cool, so pretty, so amazing. I know she was married and was grieving, but c'mooooooooon. Let me love her. Let me be with her. Please!

Takemura is an enemy to lover trope and I am alright with it being a one-off thing. Truly I am. I mean, we even make a tongue-n-cheek reference about how we could make sure he's not feeling so lonely and he says he's flattered, but has prior commitments.

That one ripperdoc, Rafael Pérez, in Arroyo? Pleaaaaase let me romance this guy. Ugh, he's perfect. Tired man who could definitely use some company. Love you. I do.

T-Bug? I KNOW YOU DIE BUT GOD YOU ARE GORGEOUS! LET ME LOVE YOU! She's so pretty, too. Ugh, T-Bug, you're amazing. Trust me, I'll love you. I'll take care of you while you surf the net. I'll make sure to take care of you.

Denny? OH GOD, DENNY. That woman had me flabbergasted. I swear, I make it a point to have each V check her out. Feisty woman and gorgeous to boot. And she's punk? She's a rocker? Fuuuuuuck me, she's amazing and I'm enamored. Fuck Henry, I will pick Denny every single time.

So Mi? So Mi... I'm dying. I'm dead. I love her. I'd kill for a chance to romance her. So she lied to me, no one's perfect. I love her. V loves her. V will get over it. We got options, don't you worry. You go to space, I'll take care of myself. I'll see you after you're better, trust me.

Mumaur? El Capitan? Let me love you. Let me adore you. Sure, as a fixer, it could get complicated, but you know me and trust me and I got your back. I'm good at what I do, so please, let us be together.

Rita? Bouncer and Mox? Beautiful and badass to boot? Let me love you. I'm a merc, so I don't mind getting my hands dirty. I'll chill with you, fight with you and do whatever you want me to do. Just let me loooooove you.

Tiny Mike? Mike Kowalski? Yo, you and me are gonna have fun. We'll have a great time and I will romance the fuck out of you if given the chance. Already saved your ass, so you know I'm tough enough to help you with your merc work. Truuust me, I left your bro alive, I promise.

Angelica Whelan? Listen, you're a bitch and you did my boy Aaron dirty. Truly, you're bad. But, god, I think I can change you for the better. Let me romance you. It'd be toxic and god awful but let me make that choice, pleeeeeeease.

Farida Nazeri? Let me love you. God, let me love you. I think we have chemistry and I think we could make it work. Sure you work for BARGHEST, and I shouldn't get mixed up with that, but LET ME LOVE YOU. I WILL RISK IT FOR YOU.

Kurt Hansen? I hate you... but I'm willing to have a one-off with you. Just a one off, like with Meredith.

Paco Torres? One off, for sure, but damn it might be great.

Aurore Cassel? God, it'd be awful and just ruthless. It'd be so toxic and I know at some point, I'd grow to hate you. BUT LET ME MAKE THAT MISTAAAAKE. Come on, let me MAKE IT. PLEASE!

That being said, Johnny not being on the table does suck. Because, I agree. Johnny knows everything there is to know about you. Johnny cares about you and is with you throughout every portion of your life. Johnny honestly should have been a romance option, but I also understand why they didn't. I feel like it'd be one of the hardest things to explore. It's not like he's actually real and alive. He's dead. He's a dead man that you're speaking to. It's so morally grey, falling in love with a memory of someone who once existed.

It's a pretty damn hard topic to broach, one I think they could have explored, but I get why they didn't. There's so much to Cyberpunk 2077 and it's amazing that everyone can experience this game truly differently than others.

So here's the thing about Johnny Silverhand.

If he were a romance option, it wouldn't even be close; he'd be the most popular option. Ao3 backs this up. But the game doesn't let us choose him.

The four options the game gives us are fine as far as romance goes--they lack the depth of old-school Bioware and Larian. Panam, Judy, and Kerry are beautifully written, wonderfully messy characters. Oh yeah, then there's River (no seriously, CDPR did him dirty). But once you play through their stories, you're kinda done with them. Sure, you get some random texts, a handful of repeatable dialog, a repeatable date--but that's such a tiny sliver of your game time.

Johnny's with you for most of the game. Over the course of many hours, you get to see him warm up to V (a stand-in for you, the player), playfully trade barbs with them, and then solemly swear to off himself in order to save their/your pathetic ass.

If you think about it for more than two seconds, V has this near-psychotic level of intimacy with Johnny. The "guy in my head" trope makes a lot of narrative sense, especially in video games. It's a more interesting story when the main character has someone to talk to, rather than internal monolog or muttering to themselves. But if you overthink the trope to a concerning degree, as I have--you understand that Johnny is forced to quietly look away while V is taking a shit, showering, flicking the bean, getting random boners, violently puking blood, etc. This is way more intimacy than I have with my husband of 15 years. We close the door when we use the bathroom.

They're sharing dreams, seeing each other's memories. They pick up each other's habits. V can play the guitar. Johnny's less of an asshole and learns how to let go. They're changing each other for the better.

All the other romances in CP77 feel so damn shallow next to Johnny and V. That's not the fault of the romancable characters. It's that they've been through some very fucked-up shit together, and I don't know how you don't trauma-bond over all that. V and Johnny are the only two souls on earth who know what it's like to be an engram on a chip inside a corpse's head.

Their story is so beautiful, tragic, and fucked-up that I don't want it to end.

And I really wanna fuck that rockerboy.

[fionnaskyborn]

People like this have made me terrified that I am mischaracterizing my favorite character by playing into his strengths and emphasizing them so much... That I'm making things "too anime", "too over-the-top", and by doing that straying away from the groundedness that made the character compelling in the first place... But I think it's better to be a fan who loves someone so much they're willing to step into goofy over-the-top showcases of strength and morals out of love than being a fake fan who only ever rags on what they proclaim is so dear to them. I dunno. I don't think I'm wrong in saying that. I'm hella insecure when it comes to my own writing, especially with this guy because I want to do him as much justice as I possibly can as a writer. But I have to convince myself that it's not too much.

[pardonmydelays]

i have a confession to make: i'm actually doing better than i ever was

[beef-brisket]

Adam smiled: Oh- I know- I uh... follow her. On everything. I'm uh... kind of a fan. A big one.

Lucifer chuckled: Ah, I see.

Looking back at the photos, Adam smiled softly at one of Lucifer and Lilith. That was during her second American tour, 2008. It was also the tour where Adam was finally able to afford one of her tickets.

Adam: What was she like? Back then? I thought she was perfect- but then, I don't know her- I mean, I do. Kind of. On a... work basis.

Lucifer smiled and looked at the photos: She was bright. Relaxed. Fun. Caring. Selfless. She drew me in with her jokes, you know? They were terrible. Like mine. We just... clicked. Like a puzzle piece.

Adam: It must have been nice to find someone like that.

Lucifer: It was. She... she means a lot to me.

Adam: I can tell... uh- Charlie- is she enjoying the hotel renovations?

Lucifer blinked before looking at Adam: You follow her to?

Adam: Uh- shit- maybe- I just... my mom was doing up her house- and she saw Charlie on instagram, she loved her designs- and so did I- fuck, this must make me sound like a stalker...

Lucifer laughed: No! Not at all! I was a little worried that you may have a thing for her.

Adam blushed and quickly went back to dusting: A "thing"?! No! Uh- no. Sorryforyelling- besides, I doubt she'd look at a guy in a maids dress and think I'm attractive... even in my normal clothes that's a bit of a stretch.

The blonde stared at Adam as he laughed nervously, obviously still feeling Lucifer's eyes on him.

Adam: Uh- I just... ended things with my girlfriend a few weeks back, so... I don't know. I'm not... there, yet. I... I thought she was my piece, like you and Lilith.

Lucifer: ...What happened?

Adam: ...We were pregnant. She terminated it. I didn't know- she told me she miscarried. I helped her mourn, I put aside my own fucked up feelings for a few months, even though it was fucking hard... then, her best friend told me the truth, showed messages and everything... if she just came to me, I would have supported her! She just... made it sound so vicious.

Lucifer: How-? If you don't mind me asking.

Adam: I-It's fine. She said I'd be a horrible dad, she didn't want to be stuck with me for 18 years... I don't even... she knew being a dad was all I'd wanted - I don't think I'm that bad...

Lucifer: Adam, you're-.

Lilith: STILL talking? Darling, quit bothering the maid, will you? You're starting to seem... desperate.

Lucifer blushed and backed away from Adam: O-Oh! My! Well, that's not good-! Keep up the good work, Adam!

The maid wanted to beg Lucifer to stay, not to leave him with Lilith. Who was currently storming over to him. She always seemed so nice, why wasn't she being nice-?

Adam jumped and stepped back as he felt a sting to his face.

Lilith: What do you think you're doing?! Speaking to him?! You're just some whore, aren't you? Desperate for attention?! He's MY husband! Do you seriously think you're good enough to look at us, let alone SPEAK to us?! Your girlfriend was right, by the way. Good fathers are obedient... on your knees.

Adam: W-What-?

Lilith: On. Your. Knees. Now!

When she rose her hand again, Adam quickly did as he was told. He flinched when Lilith grabbed his face, forcing him to look up at her.

Lilith: You're nothing. And will always be nothing. One more wrong move and you'll be packing your things, and getting out of my house.

Adam: B-But i have nowhere to go-.

Lilith: Does it look like I care?! You could live under a bridge, and you wouldn't even be worth the trash I throw off it. Stay away from Lucifer, and stay away from my daughter. You're not good enough to have a baby with some nobody, so what makes you think you're good enough for my family? Delusional freak.

Adam winced as Lilith pushed him back, making him land awkwardly before walking off. She wiped her hand with a rag from her pocket before throwing it to the floor.

He wanted to cry and hide. But he had a job to do.

Wiping his eyes, he slowly stood, and got back to work.

✨️Maid in Hell✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Lucifer didn't like spending money, especially on bullshit things his wife tried to explain away. Well, "explain" was a stretch. She really just waves him off.

Lilith annoyed him on a daily basis, but fuck, he loved her. And besides, he went out of his way to make her miserable when he wanted. That's why he's sitting out in the garden, by the pool on his sun lounger, in nothing but his swim shorts.

With his red sunglasses on, he was able to spy on one of those bullshit purchases. A maid that Lilith was insistent on hiring. But, the ridiculous part was that she hired a man. But the MORE ridiculous part was that she still required him to wear the traditional maid outfit.

He watched the maid from his spot in the sun. The man was on the second floor, cleaning the windows in the sun room. Half of them were stained glass, but the maid was cleaning the normal glass, so Lucifer could see and watch everything.

Even to this day, he couldn't understand Lilith's reason to hire a male maid, something about him not being attracted to a man. What flawed logic, seeing as he was pansexual; something his daughter told him about. But he won't question his wife, he doesn't feel like arguing for days about this.

So, for now, Lucifer will enjoy watching Lilith's bullshit purchase. Even in that dress, Lucifer could see the way his body shook when he cleaned, or how long his legs were, especially in those heels.

The blonde rubbed his upper thigh as the maid turned away, reaching over to another window, showing Lucifer the round of his ass. He knew it wasn't on purpose. He seemed to be the only employee Lilith hired that actually did their job properly.

Lucifer: Fuck...~. Should probably introduce myself, hm~.

[cerbreus]

Sometimes I have an epiphany about something about myself being very not normal when I'm trying to explain all these intricate paths of logic and plans and how I map out every little tidbit of every little thing I'm stressed about or working towards n I see the look on their face and go 'oh okay so this isn't.... How normal people approach things.....'🤔

[cats-in-the-clouds]

it is unfortunate when i go to prayer and cry my eyes out and the only response i really hear is that i simply have to bear it. like usually i can get my emotions out and once they’re settled i hear a rational solution but it sucks when i don’t get the answer i want. i just have to keep waiting. like normally i hear something that gives me strength but wow apparently i’ve hit a new low