#this one and the injury one im obsessed w

[5oz-mud]

setting them up in my brain in the warmest coziest apartment before i start to absolutely microwave them.

[wutaijiemei]

this world is full of fake and tasteless individuals.

[azlrse]

➳ 10 years later (a sol brugmansia x gn!spouse!reader drabble)

cw: yandere themes, mentions of murder & injuries (in the past), themes of obsession and possessiveness, mc and sol had a kid together (consensually & can be depicted as biological/adopted), ooc!sol (writing him for the first time), domestic au, overall fluff w/ a bit of angst

a/n: there's only a few fics of sol from tkatb vn and im a bit disappointed ngl so imma contribute (and planning on writting for tkatb hehe). but pls note that this game is for adults (18+) only and respect the creator's wishes in terms of playing the game (minors stay away plss)

"papa.." a small voice snapped the thoughts of sol as he stared into the painting he created a decade ago; a painting whom he considered as a masterpiece, a memorabilia and serves as a core memory of his entire life. sol's head turned downward and saw his own daughter raising her hands indicating that she wants to get some upsies. (e/c) colored eyes stared at his reddish ones, now soften as he picks up the little girl from the ground. "yes, munchkin?" sol replied to hazel, her little fingers pointing at the figure next to her father.

his head turned to see what, or whom rather, his little girl is pointing towards. "who's the person next to you?" he stared your portrait next to him, dressed in an all white attire while holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots and a brugmansia flower is seen on the top of your head as a gleaming smile is shown on the portrait.

the same portrait he painted all those years ago.

he looks at hazel, an awestruck smile is seen on his face. "that's your mama/dada. they're looking majestic and radiant, aren't they?" the little girl nodded in return, jumping within his arms as if to express on what her father is saying is true all along. "mama/dada is indeed radiant! like a shooting star passing through the sky!" sol let out a soft chuckle at his daughter's answer.

that remind of sol about someone, where are you anyway?

just as he is about to ask hazel on where you are, the door opened revealing his precious spouse, carrying loads of paper bags from the trip to the grocery store. hazel quickly jumped off from her father and quickly clinged into your leg. "mama/dada, you're home!!" she squeaked and giggled as you continuously walked into the kitchen whole carrying what you've bought an hour ago. "hazel, watch it or you might hit your head on the ground." you said out of concern, placing the bags on the counter quickly and carried your daughter into your arm, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"no kisses for me?" sol teasingly asked while giving you a pouty face. "of course, you deserve one too, dear." putting down hazel on the ground, you quickly leaned in and kissed him on the lips and felt a pair of hands on your waist, pulling you closer towards his black tank top. hazel let's out a gag, trying to separate the both of you from your declaration of love from one another. "that's disgusting!" hazel exclaimed, pulling her father off of you. "I want more kisses mama/dada!!" you laughed from the commotion that took place in front of you.

"one day, you'll be just like this with someone you truly love, zel." you spoke, still clinging into your husband's arm. "don't wanna, that's disgusting." hazel replied, pouting as her arms crossed in between her chest. her father shrugged and proceeded to place a kiss on your cheek. "who knows," sol said, staring directly at you. "you may find someone whom you considered as a soulmate, like your mama/dada here."

your eyes widen a bit from being flustered, slapping his arm lightly. "oh hush you, you never failed to make me like this even after 10 years of marriage." a laugh emitted from the both of you as hazel continuously pouted from her parents answer. the sound of laughter faded away from his ears and only what's left is the sound of ringing. from the inner depths of sol's mind, he will never forget how far he can go for him to obtain this domestic life.

all the bloodshed..

his possessiveness..

the smell of iron and the familiar grip of a sharp object..

obsession and greed to keep (m/c) all to himself..

and all thanks to that, he obtained the family he always wanted, a family that is far more different than his. no abuse, no bruises or harm is present within his little family. just you, his precious pumpkin and his little munchkin.

he hopes that you'll never know the truth on what happened to crowe. who knows? maybe he went on another country to pursue his master's or doctorate? or perhaps also having a family of his own and awaiting for his message to meet his children.

or is it??

final a/n: named the daughter 'hazel' since it's associated with autumn and pumpkins (the endearment sol referring to the player), couldn't picked a better name i apologize :'>>

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[botboots]

Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

[spacexseven]

note: this is for my friend dazai anon :> while formatted like a oneshot, this is just more of a thought dump. for more of this au, check out the # doctor reader🐟 tag! i thought of including everyone from the pm but it felt too long so. im sticking with these three for now (maybe mori if you squint idk)

summary: yandere! dazai , akutagawa & chuuya w/ doctor! darling

pairings: dazai x reader | akutagawa x reader | chuuya x reader

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, obsession, abuse of authority, blackmail, stalking, manipulation, implied violence + murder (not to reader), injuries

as with most things, all your problems started with money—the lack of it. you loved your job, and you loved taking care of people, but the meager pay wasn't enough to make ends meet. there was no big hospital around to give you attractive pay for working within the large rooms and specialized units here, only the clinic that you had to beg to get a job in, and...it was still the same work you've always wanted, but you didn't know how much longer things could go this way. there was only so much time before you needed more than the same cheap meals and dingy apartment, the same cranky faces and light pockets.

you heard about the job in the break room. you had whipped your head back when you heard a coworker casually drop a very large number mid-conversation, claiming it was the kind of pay those 'underground' doctors got. at your reaction, he laughed. you learned that day that there were people—doctors, like you—who worked for dangerous people, in dangerous places, for an insane amount of money. the kind of money that you couldn't dream of seeing in a lifetime.

well, there was the question of whether it was worth it, working a dangerous job after throwing away your morals and silencing your thoughts, risking your life...and for what? money? even so, when you thought of the numbers...it was more than you'd know what to do with. the conversation lingered in your mind for a long time. it was too tempting, even though doing something like that would be equivalent to tying a noose around your neck.

but even if you were ready to sign yourself up for this job, where would you go to start?

the answer came to you in the form of a bleeding man under the moonlit night.

akutagawa was a mystery you couldn't stop thinking about since that first night. somehow, even when your instincts were screaming at you to run for your life, you forced yourself to rush in his direction. in that moment, he wasn't akutagawa, he wasn't a mafioso. to you, he was only a person teetering on the edge of death. a person you could save.

he glared at you with so much anger that you, for a moment, forgot the state he was in. still, he was weak enough that his voice didn't leave his body and he couldn't push you away. and that was enough leeway for you to work your magic with what little resources you had. while he groaned, you eased your nerves by talking to him about anything on your mind, hoping to drown out your worries and his apprehension. when you were sure he could survive until help came, you left without asking any questions. he still hadn't said anything, but you could have sworn there was a glimmer of appreciation in his dark eyes.

though you steered away from that route from then on, you couldn't avoid yet another encounter with the mysterious man from that quiet night. again, akutagawa was cut and beaten, skin splattered with blood and bruises. and again, you helped him out despite recognizing the silent warning he was sending you, with wide eyes and slow-moving lips.

"so you're the one who patched him up last time? pretty impressive work in such a short time, and without your tools."

the night you met dazai, there was a heavy silence in the air.

your suspicions from earlier had been confirmed with the new presence. akutagawa was mafioso, and this man, probably was too. you weren't too frightened last time when akutagawa was more corpse than living, but with this tall newcomer—who looked relatively unharmed—entering the scene, the familiar, chilling sensation of fear creeping up your spine came back with a vengeance.

you should have never gotten involved.

to your surprise, dazai doesn't shoot you dead. he doesn't take you in to torment you for your secrets, doesn't throw you over to be beaten beyond recognition and buried. he smiles—the sight looking equal parts attractive and alarming—and instead hands you a thick envelope. it feels as though there's a brick inside. he tells you it's from his boss, and then—

"—let's not cross paths again," dazai says, "because the next time you happen to find little akutagawa in need of your help, there won't be any turning back."

but of course, he lies in your path again, moonlight softly caressing him like a bloody angel.

"you..." he grunts out, the first words he's ever said to you. his gaze is unnaturally fond, and he tears open his shirt for you to access the wound.

"last time," he says, "you didn't talk." he doesn't need to elaborate for you to understand what he was getting at.

so you talk, if only because you're afraid of what he would do otherwise. this time, he isn't so weak that he couldn't crush you in his grip. the wound is not as serious as the last time, and he's awake through it all, watching you closely.

this time, you're brought in to meet the boss himself. some part of you is sure this isn't protocol, but mori tells you not to worry. you're not going to die because he realizes you would be more useful to him alive than dead.

"i'm a doctor too, you know," he waves around a scalpel with a disarming smile. you're not sure why he looked at you like that, or why he said that. if he was a doctor, why couldn't he do the patching up? why is he offering you this... opportunity?

however, once you heard he amount he was offering, your questions were silenced immediately. some things shouldn't be looked too much into. it wasn't everyday when you were handed a few month's rent as casually as though being offered candy, after all. when the discussion is over—through which, you just listened and nodded—the devil comes to escort you out. he has a sleazy quality about him you can't quite figure out, but you know better than to walk away from him.

"he was cheating, you know. went looking for you," dazai winks, "though i can't really blame him."

you choose not to reply, unsure of what to make out of his words. you don't have to worry about making conversation, however, because soon after, a new person walks past the two of you, before running back with a wild expression.

"who's that?" he demands, glaring at you as though you were a pest.

dazai chuckles and pulls you closer to his side, a bandaged hand coming to wrap around your waist. he grins at the other person in a way that told you he was trying to get him riled up and continues walking with you towards the tall doors.

"next time, dear doctor," dazai whispers, "patch me up. i'll gladly wait."

outside, akutagawa shifts out of the shadows, coming to walk beside you as a silent shadow. it creeps you out, but you have a feeling he meant to be comforting. you don't really want a mafioso following you home, but you had a crazy amount of cash on you and the usually plain nights felt more sinister than usual, so you duck your head and hurry your footsteps, not addressing the man behind you.

you begin to learn that akutagawa and dazai both did not care much about themselves when on a mission. it was shocking to you to see someone treat their body and life so callously, even though it was made abundantly clear that this was nothing out of the ordinary for either of them. the more you help, the calmer akutagawa gets, the firmer and bolder his grip, and the angrier his gaze when someone interrupts the two of you. dazai becomes less...cheerful, but you realize this was more genuine. he was quieter, more compliant instead of constantly asking you about the easiest way you could kill him while patching him up. but much like akutagawa, he demands more of your time, asking you to come in and check on his recovering injuries as well. redress him, help him clean up—what? it was difficult to do all this on his own!

the frequency of injuries start growing at an alarming rate, and you're called in even during the day, so much so that you have to quit your day job. nobody seems bothered by your increased presence in the hq, or the way dazai whines for you to hold his hand when you dressed his wounds. even akutagawa doesn't say more than a soft request, but this man cries and pouts until you coddle him like you would a child. a tall, murderous child. you weren't blind to his work as mafioso, even if he tried his best to pretend like you weren't terrified of him, like he wasn't lying on the bed because a target got to him before he dragged the life out of them.

and it only dawns on you, when you meet chuuya that there was more to fear than dying at the hands of the mafia.

you hadn't known that chuuya was curious about you since that first day, when dazai paraded you down the hall and refused to answer any of his questions. the only way he could satiate his burning curiosity was to carefully...observe you. how did an unimportant doctor get involved with dazai? chuuya quickly learns about your money problems, leading him to think of yours and dazai's relationship in a different light. and then he sees you with akutagawa, and oh—it hits him then. so that's what you were doing here.

still, when he noticed your determination and hard work, he thinks he can't let a good deed go unrewarded, though to you, the strange additions to your house feels more like a punishment. he leaves you expensive trinkets, as a way of thanking you for looking out for his coworkers. he doesn't realize your apprehension about consuming the wines and chocolates, or how you put away the priceless jewelry he leaves out.

the first time you're asked to check out chuuya's wounds—it being a very rare occurrence where he actually got hurt—you immediately recognize the desire in his eyes. it's the frightening sort of hunger that you know better than to feed. only, it's too late. unintentionally, just by existing in his orbit, you had already made him curious. still, you cannot do anything except what is expected of you, swiftly stitching him up and walking away after stiffly explaining how he should rest.

it was obvious to everyone how much danger you were in. only, nobody cared enough to risk angering the three who had set their sights on you. there was only so much longer you could avoid your problems, before they started taking dire measures. leaving a message about a doctor doing work for the wrong sort of people, telling your family where the sudden steady inflow of cash came from, threatening your loved ones' life.

this was the mafia you were dealing with, after all. and they would do anything to keep you around.

[kawakalalala]

I hope you're feeling better from your injury 💜

Here's some silly writing ideas (no pressure!!):

Western AU- Outlaw Abby kidnaps Reader who is the sheriff's daughter for ransom. Over the time she's with her, Abby starts to develop feelings for her and it gets spicy from there

Medieval AU- Knight Abby and Knight Reader are in the same guard but are rivals, constantly trying to outdo the other. One day, the tension bubbles over.

Or just maybe how Abby would react to her partner getting hurt during a patrol

Alright enough rambling, thanks for reading!! Hope doesn't bother you!!

hi!!!! PUH-LEASE don’t apologize for rambling. i fuckin love rambling! and thank u! unfortunately i tried to go back to work like the little overachiever i am and made myself worse..☺️

n e wayz!

holy shit the western au has my little horse girl brain in a chokehold. outlaw abby w a little quarter horse mare :((((

on the topic of horsey abby…

rodeo!abby !?!?!? barrel races and drives a truck, competes every weekend and literally babies her horses w a million different toys and rugs and treats… spends all day at the barn w you if u also ride 🤧🤧🤧

horse show gf!abs (for my own sake i think im gonna make a whole post on this) UUUFHFHFHFHHF OH MY GOD i wish there were more gay horse girls to explain how hot this is. she helps u drive down to the venue and waits w u between classes and lugs all your stuff back and forth from the trailer :((((

i did rodeo as a kid but now i do a discipline called the hunter jumpers, which is like the bougiest version of equestrianism HEHAHSHA but ok enough

OBSESSED W SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!R AND OUTLAW!ABBY BUT WHAT ABOUT SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!ABS AND OUTLAW!READER!!!

cause imagine being in the town jail and eyeing her and trying to flirt your way into getting her keys but getting hooked on her 🫣🫣🫣

HOLT SHIT KNIGHT RIVALRY 🤤

ANY RIVALRY IS MT FUCKING WEAKNESSSS LIKE YES BATTLE FOR DOMINANCE PLEASE

this is a mess sorry im fangirling over things in my own head

[gnashingwailing]

Kept notes on a reread I was doing of The Art of Love and War because I am so obsessed with the gay little borrower darkfic... sharing with u @fireflywritesgt

it falls apart at ch12 because that is where i consistently turn into a puddle under my covers kicking my legs and making sounds only audible to shrimps.

I HOPE THIS IS A SMALL TOKEN OF APPRECIATION FOR HOW GUD THIS FIC IS, SINCERELY... LIKE I SAID PUTTING THIS IN SOMEBODY'S INBOX IS PROBABLY A WAR CRIME. SO.

There is soooo muuuuch I want to saaaay. I did a reread and excuse my being verbose but.

Ch10 where Harry reads about how tinies don’t ask for things and prefer to do favors for them — how extra insulting that makes his message in Ch1!! “Just ask” no wonder Joe was so pissed!!

ALSO him feeling “dirty, somehow” about accepting chocolate that didn’t kill him… was he having a little bit of feelings for “the kind man” and it got transmuted into self-loathing… 😭 oh internalized homophobia tag we’re really in it now…

Re: ch2 I would kill for Joe’s pov of this… I’m also so fascinated to pick up the detail that Joe apparently talked to himself regularly, for Harry to hear him through the radiator pipes… one assumes Joe doesn’t have guests. Poor guy! He’s really smart! He likes talking! The assistant job is perfect for himmmm.

Re: ch3, i wonder how much Captain Calloway’s “if you die it’s your own damn fault” has influenced Joe’s life ethos of fucking around and finding out (btw… Harry would be sooo horrified to know Joe had been poisoned 3 times and still tried that chocolate 😭 yet another fun! anecdote of his) … im also kinda curious about Gutters. What’s that guy’s deal. And OF. COURSE. How Captain got all his injuries. It’s also so very sad he feels this tension with the guys, what they’d do to him if they knew more about who he really was. I love this as a metaphor for homophobia…

Ch5 I’m still fixated on the giants who are guarding the place. Hundreds of tinies going there every day… you’d think there’d be snatchers all over the place 👀 and the other great worldbuilding… lab tinies… “they were corralling everyone everywhere and the women and kids went one way…” GOD. also them building tiny capitalism plus tiny race science is just 😭😭😭 noooo… the way Harry reinforces their shared dignity and humanity by showing genuine interest in Joe’s art.. ouuuugh it hits every time.

ALSO I WAS SO SUSPICIOUS OF HILL WHEN I FIRST READ CH6 BUT NOW THST I KNOW HE IS A BONA FIDE WIFEGUY ALL IS REDEEMED. I AM so curious as to why he keeps tiny town schematics in his office if he dislikes it…

Ch7 profoundly funny to me how Hill is like “miniature is the academic term” and Joe is like what. Tinies.

I really appreciate how Harry started off having some uh. Idk. Colonizer savior complex stuff + noble savage ideas about Joe? Like “oh it’s in mother nature’s hands whether he survives then… I see…” as if the tinies social constructs about Pets are some immutable fact of nature instead of. A social construct !! It’s really well-done, how you show him gradually understanding that he needs to listen to Joe, not assume he knows what’s best for him just because he read a 50yr old anthropology book!! It makes me love Harry all the more that he managed to grow through it out of fondness for Joe 🥺

AND OF COURSE. THE G/T GOODNESS. My god. I loooooove that Joe is so creeped out by giants that he has to keep his eyes closed to stomach it… just feels. Hmm. Realistic?? It would be so overwhelming. I love that his trust gets rewarded with the doctor not hurting him…

The rapport they establish being based on talking to one another… it’s just suuuuch a perfect central theme for this story… Joe being able to tame Harry’s anger by reminding him of Joe’s own humanity. “Please don’t do that, doc. This is mean. You’re being mean.” And “you’re treating me like I’m not even… not even…” UGH. RENT FREE IN MY HEAD, WARREN. “Maybe he could do it; maybe he could sit in the same room as a giant for five minutes. He would only have to do it once, and then he would never have to do it again, he reasoned.” Bitch u thought… get loved and cared for idiot…

Joe asking him “why not”, echoing Harry’s words that stuck with him…

And then him being sooo pissed at the phone it’s just absolutely amazing stuff. Wagging his finger at it/Dr Hill lmaooo. I was hootin and hollerin when I realized this foreshadows him being the assistant!!! He can talk on the phone just fine!!!!

His legs threatening to give way from the prospect of Harry seeing him at ground level after he escapes using the phone receiver… ouuugh. It’s SO GOOD. He’s come such a long way…

“Touching every wooden beam he passed for good luck” is INCREDIBLY cute mental imagery.., he’s happy… poor guy has awful luck tho so Harry is just pissed 😭 HIM NEARLY DESTROYING THE PLATES BECSUSE HARRY SCARED HIM SO BAD HAD ME FEELING.. SOME KIND OF WAY…

Ch8 also has the first mention of Joe’s books… I’m sooo curious where he got these.. did he perhaps make them…? 👀 YEAH HARRY SHOULD FEEL LIKE A MONSTER THO. YOU TERRORIZED A LIL MOVIE STAR!!! HE ONLY BROKE A FEW THINGS… Making him hide under his covers like he saw a monster… 😭

I love their first god awful handshake lmao. Incredible subversion of the usual g/t first meetings… Joe’s just like OK 👋 NOW GET THAT THANG OUTTA HERE

And then Joe going “I know about that!” Joe protested, his voice growing stronger. “It’s up to me, doc. If it happens, it happens and it’ll be my own damn fault.” … something tells me when Harry finally comes to understand Joe’s recklessness with his own life and what feelings about its worth may be underpinning that, he will be so sad 😔

Joe losing his toes to frostbite… realizing that could very likely be from when he was kidnapped and enslaved with O’Grady… uuuugh he’s so brave to want to connect with anybody at all let alone with Harry!!

Ch9 professor wifeguy moments… yesss… I love that he wants to hang out with another tiny too 😭 Joe is making friends!! I can’t wait to find out about Lorraine and what “other place” she knows about!!! Lmfao I can tell she’s going to be incredible just from the little bit Joe hears of her. I wonder too if she’s been marked… aahhh I’m so excited to learn more about these two. How interesting of a parallel, too, that Harry noted Dr Hill might also be a former soldier… something-something folks unable to fully integrate into society finding and building community with each other…

Also PROFOUNDLY interested to note on a reread that the tiny town on his wall says “a SAFE place to be” and the one in Riverdale said “a CIVILIZED place to be” 😬 a damn prison indeed… I also really wonder just HOW the tinies are paying their rent(?) to stay there, if they’re all as disdainful of “borrowing” as a career as O’Grady seems to be…

MAY I JUST NOTE that Joe stimming around is sooo charming to me. He’s kickin’ his legs. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s doing something like that in the walls when Harry was first listening to him. I LOVE HIM.. aND I love how this chapter we see him going from “that tall bastard (derogatory)” to “that tall bastard (amused)”

AND POOR JOE ON THE MOST CURSED FIELD TRIP IMAGINABLE. There is much to love here but I absolutely adore this imagery: “Joe buried himself in the curtain as the doctor, dressed to the nines in his work clothes and vaguely resembling a horse in a brown suit, sidled over to him and towered there and seethed.” HE’S TERRIFIED 😭 and Joe learns that other people value his wellbeing more than he does… wow Joe no need to ponder that any further until Ch15!!!

There’s SO much incredible prose in this chapter… the haaaaands oh my god the hands. The tinies are on the order of 2-3 inches tall, right? You really get a vivid sense of how big and dangerous everything is to them… absolutely A+ stuff.

This part also slays me everytime I think about it: “Joe was hidden inside [the pocket], and the thought of how unhinged his dear neighbour must look to his fellow giants as he walked and talked gave him no small amount of delight.” HE WOUUUULD.

The mystery of just what Joe created as a boy… what he can’t find it in himself to articulate… why he can hardly fathom talking about himself and his inner world to anyone …

PART 10… the difference in the way Joe confronts Harry here vs with the assistant in part 16 is somehow heartbreaking to me. I think the anger must just be displacement for how he’s really feeling (worried, uncomfortable…) and he’s more able to show his feelings to Harry with the assistants than he is now… but Joeeeee. I don’t ever want him to feel hopeless with Harry, like he just has to accept whatever he wants 😭 I love him in this chapter… Arms crossed, eyes narrowed… red faced… clawing at the air as he ranted Jdhdhdj GOD HE’S SO ICONIC: ““Nope. Not gonna happen! Veto!” Joe leapt up from the box, strode all the way to the edge of the table, and jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted doctor things you intend to do to people but whatever it is, it’s not happening in my house!”” I guess I want him to still be comfortable with yelling veto at Harry lmao!!

And then Joe being like WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU SAVING ME THE OTHER DAY. THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME, A WILD AND INDEPENDENT TINY WHO HAD IT ALL UNDER CONTROL, AT ALL.

ALSO: the way he words this, I have a strong suspicion he does not know the word “patients”?! “”Let’s make a deal in exchange for patients. Give me something in exchange for patients.” Joe stammered. “You do that and I won’t make any trouble.””

Harry thinking of Joe as “the little bastard” in counterpoint to Joe’s “the tall bastard” really makes me smile too, hahahah.

AND THE FURTHER G/T TROPE INVERSION… just because he was willing to get in the giant’s hands one time doesn’t mean he’s suddenly fine with it!! I love how pissed they are at each other over this misunderstanding lmfao. He’s 👏 a 👏 wild 👏 tiny 👏 ‼️

And it’s so meaningful to me that the two of them bond more over sharing art with one another… Harry wants to introduce Joe to an amazing piano player… and Joe is so happy!!! The idea for a Charlie Chaplin bit with a rich miniature woman is SO inspired btw, I was as delighted as Joe was 😭 Harry being like “oh shit wait is this offensive” and then Joe just being like “THIS FUCKS SO HARD LMAO IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT”

And then the tragic aftermath… Harry NOTICING that he didn’t even know that he was doing anything wrong by bringing Joe there, it just FELT so dreadfully taboo (enough that Hill, who is MARRIED TO A TINY, also seems like he’s been caught doing something wrong when Harry first meets him)…. and then of course society reinforces that fear in a terrible way. Only a shared humanity regarding love of art saves poor Joe.. how lucky he’s gotten enough exposure to be able to speak in the presence of giants. You have to ponder how many tinies just as wonderfully complex as him have died for not having that skill. It’s so very sad!!! THE IMAGERY OF HIM ON THE LAMP LIKE IT’S A STREETCORNER JUST TWISTED THE KNIFE. Your writing really is so excellent, the way you can carry us through so many different emotions… Joe my belovedddd. I’m simply obsessed with the implications of him NAMING HARRY. WHAT IS /THAT/?? And the way that the narration in the story from this point on swaps to using Harry as his name… it speaks VOLUMES without you needing to elaborate on it at all. Joe has changed him! He’s becoming someone he likes better than Herman! A day we had good luck… Harry is good luck… Luck as a concept very different from what giants think of… I am absolutely enamored with how clearly he has a whole other world, another culture, that Harry can only guess at and be grateful to be included in.

JOE GETTING A NICE BATH AND A COMFORTABLE BED IN THIS CHAPTER IS JUST SO WHOLESOME (even if it will torment his Calvinist sensibilities later…) I am also so charmed to imagine how Joe must have woken up and been like “what the FUCK did I do last night. Where the HELL am I 🤨”

And then in Ch11 he’s like I WILL PROCEED NOT TO THINK OF THAT AT ALL. <- clueless

Ch11 is one of my favorites I think… we really get a good glimpse into how much heavy-duty rationalizing Joe is doing LMAO. “Taking food is fine, because I’m just using this tall bastard.” “It’s fine if I have leisure time.” “It’s fine if I like Harry and his company and I miss him when he’s gone and I want to give him a name.” “AS LONG AS I DON’T GET COMFORTABLE ALL OF THIS IS FINE.” This line is such a banger lol: “Joe Piccoli was many things as he went to sleep that night, but he was not a pet, and he was not comfortable.” And then the mouse!!! That Joe decides to draw rather than kill!!! Look at his needs being met!!!!!

IT ALSO ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN KILLED ME WHEN I REALIZED IN THIS CHAPTER THAT THE BOYS HAVE JUST. FULLY LEFT THAT FLOORBOARD OFF LMFAO??? THAT’S HIS SKYLIGHT NOW…

And then. Good god. The arm scene… it’s just. Soooo. 👌👌👌👌 I’m so … 😵‍💫💖❤️‍🔥…

“I’m a wild tiny!” “You’re going to be a dead tiny if that gets infected.” Their dynamic is so fucking funny. AND THE TENDERNESS OF HARRY TOUCHING JOE… Joe being so overwhelmed not exactly with fear but HMMM I WONDER WHAT EMOTION AND WHY HE MIGHT FEEL SO OVERWHELMED HE STILL NEEDS TO CLOSE HIS EYES AND PRETEND HE’S HIDDEN UNDER THE FLOOR AGAIN… 🤔🤔🤔 whyever would the touch of this kind giant make his hair stand on end and make him contemplate the reverence he’s being touched with and leave his cheeks burning… it is a mystery

And then Joe being so afraid the mouse would be hurt because in contrast to the kindness he’s been shown, he still has this long history of awful experiences with giants.. this part in particular made my heart hurt:

“Don’t kill the mouse, Harry, please don’t kill it. It’s just like me. It hasn’t done anything to you.” Joe begged.

Followed by him remembering that this is /Harry, his friend, who he knows/:

“The words hit Joe like the breaking of a spell, and he stood in the kitchen windowsill feeling downright foolish. Of course Harry wouldn’t kill the mouse, Joe realized - of course he wouldn’t do that.”

OUGH. This story is SO delicious I’m beyond obsessed…

The two of them having a much less Charged encounter after Joe has resolved some of his internal conflicts, at least for the moment… chatting away like they’re two normal friends while Harry touches him… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH‼️

Their motorcycle shenanigans… Harry showing Joe his precious Contraption and Joe absolutely hating it omg it was so peak 😭 PLAYING “WHO’S-MORE-BORING CHICKEN”… the way Joe is like “I would rather Die than have to listen to this guy talk about how he’s more exciting than me. Absolutely not.”

I also very much appreciate the foreshadowing of the street car on this re-read…

AND may I say I really love that they went on a little nature trip together!!! I have thought often of the potential of a g/t story set outdoors, where the normal sized person and the tiny are both made small by how all-encompassing the wilderness is. Something to do with camping or backpacking! Maybe something I want to write one day! This gave me a delightful taste of that.

AND ANYWAY THE ACCEPTING OF COMFORT EVEN AS IT FLIES IN THE FACE OF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN TAUGHT TO ROMANTICIZE AND VALUE… ouuuughhh GET LOVED IDIOT!! GET SEEN AND KNOWN AND TAKEN CARE OF!!!

And then ch12… Harry’s realization that Joe won’t ever bring up anything if it’s just for his own benefit. Which by the way, on a re-read I can appreciate how cleverly you’ve set this up, if I didn’t write that clearly enough before! There’s something cultural there but also, I think, something uniquely Joe that Harry maybe can’t fully see yet. Harry’s watch from his parents breaking down at the same moment he’s trying to change his relationship with Joe, the new most important person in his life (at least I presume! He doesn’t seem to have other close friends/family) … very very good. This sentence is so evocative. Simultaneously funny and sad: “With the way Joe’s eyes shifted from side to side one would think the doctor had suggested they go rob a bank.” It’s very good angst realizing how much Harry is asking of Joe without him even knowing it…

BTW this part is so delightful. They’re so interested in each other!!! “When his footsteps announced his arrival, he could see the tiny’s movements through the missing floorboards as his neighbour crossed the floor and climbed back up to the windowsill above the counter.” <- guy who absolutely has NOT been gotten

“Joe smiling. A rare sight indeed.” JUST…. My heaaaart ‼️‼️

Also hilarious how Joe and now Harry have both had “mmm I do NOT like the way this guy is smiling right now” moments 🤣

GOD tho, Joe’s opening up about getting snatched… much like Harry, it made me feel absolutely beside myself.

^^^ AS YOU CAN SEE. I'VE FULLY FALLEN APART.

[sergeifyodorov]

Hughes brothers for the character ask meme?

im going to be real my first impression of quinn was from noted quinn scholar tanya txstars talking abt him. i dont even know what the first little bit was about because i was like “yeah everyone i follow just has that one guy they’re obsessed with” and then i actually saw photos of quinn and then started to Get It.

jack was the more famous of the three from the getgo. I knew he was a devil but didn’t know which one was jack and which one was nico for a while so there is that

and i’m like 90% sure my first thoughts on luke were THERE’S A THIRD ONE???

IMPRESSION NOW

Quinn: he is my scrungly. More than the generic fact that i find him hot in a wetpathetic roadside cat kind of way and that i am impressed and delighted by his skating and his ice time, I do really genuinely like him. He comes across as somehow both an idiot well-meaning jock and as an honestly intelligent man; maybe he’s just an airhead stoner. He’s the eldest daughter of our dreams. He should absolutely be the next captain of the Canucks. He’s level-headed and stands up for his teammates off the ice (talking openly about how he thinks they mishandled an injury!?) and is just… an ideal man. He’s also definitely got ghosts after him.

Jack: NIGHTMARE CHILD. I probably first started to hear his name from all the xreader writers who wanted to take him to prom, but once you actually start looking at and seeing him beyond the Boy Band Fluff, he’s… kind of a greasy sharp-toothed demon child? I do like him -- quite a good deal, to be honest, but the instant he let sweat slick his hair back and the playoffs knocked a tooth out he immediately became Interesting to me, as opposed to just some mouse.

Luke: Luke’s relative lack of screentime means my impression is a lot less nuanced than the other two: he both terrifies and excites me. Terrifies because the Devils are in my conference so i’ll have to see him three times a year… and excites because Quinn, Ellen, and Jack all say that he’s the best of the three of them. Can you BELIEVE how good that would make him. Quinn’s one of the best offensive defencemen on the planet (and pretty good defensively, despite what you might think!) and still has a few years before his peak, Jack’s a hundred-point forward at 21, and Luke is BETTER THAN BOTH OF THEM. 

FAVOURITE MOMENT

Quinn: the “taking his ESL teammates out to the movies” is endlessly charming to me… even if he picked rather a terrible movie to show to his esl teammates. also pretending to be a really bad driver at petey. Older brother supreme

Jack: either aforementioned tooth loss or any of his comedic falling-overs. Third place goes to snarking to the media… that boy wants nothing to do w any of it. If he was in toronto they’d have ripped him jaw to tailbone

Luke: overtime gwg w jack assist!!!!!!

IDEA FOR STORY

Quinn: what if i told u im partway through a quinnfic as we speak… he is dealing with the horrors surprisingly well all things considered

Jack: i am not of the opinion that he should get like. romcom fluff. he is as of yet not that type of girl. Get his ass to the mobster movie/wizard maze/indiscriminate pwp. Send him to something violent and a little bit horny and way too complicated for his little brain full of titty magazine and bits of lint. Bamboozle him and cover him in blood and let him top badly. many people are saying this

Luke: until such time as we see Character Traits from him (im not a umich girly dont tell me anything you’ve seen from there) i am content to let him remain for now a background character. he’s big and he has jack’s nose and quinn’s eyebags and he’s the baby. That’s enough

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Quinn: i am a quinn will become a leaf eventually truther. not that every born leafsfan will become a leaf at some point in their career but he will. Not because he hates it in vancouver because im pretty sure he doesn’t… just that there’s destinies out there u can’t escape. Im also a quinn will become a devil eventually anti. he’s not going to do that he likes offseason brother time and offseason brother time only

Jack: the beard is a good look on him

Luke: tall people shouldn’t have older siblings it’s wrong

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Quinn: quinnpetey kissa time. petey’s cringe little gay romanticism is now going to lead him away from brock to A Person With A Sustainable Future As a Canuck… quinn is going to let petey infringe on his space and his feelings and his bedsheets. they will hold hands through the horrors (vancouver canuckdom)

Jack: now hear me out i want us to explore whatever freudian attraction he had to pk subban. nico is cool and all but there’s more out here

Luke: not in an incestfic way but i do love his relationships w his brothers… siblings i do not understand them

FAV HEADCANON

Quinn: there was once a canucks raffle, where you could win bags each of the canucks had chosen stuff for… most of it was kind of generic. wine, a trip somewhere nice in the city, sometimes you’d get a sweater or a record or something. quinn chose cast iron pans and a cookbook. he wants to know how to cook well, he drives a reasonable car instead of petey’s fancy sports cars, he gets esl teammates to repeat his meaning back to him so he knows they understand. he’s grounded in a way few hockeys are and this is part character analysis from what we know and part extrapolation but that’s SO fascinating to me. i think he also knows stuff like how to sew on a button and clean an oven and tie a tourniquet.

Jack: could do sweet tricks on the trampoline

Luke: i dont think he’s going to take after either of his brothers in the personality department… he cares too much he’s going to suck up to the media way more when they want him. He’s avoiding that for now by being shy but he very much did puke into that garbage can at the frozen four he CARES

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Im obsessed w the mim au a little is there any fun facts abt any characters ..

Ehehehehe!!

Sarah showed Adam her fire spell and thats how he found out about her being a witch. He thought it was the coolest thing ever, and asked her to show him how to do it but she refused (the cracks had appeared on her hand but hadn't gotten that bad yet, she was nervous of the same thing happening to him.) Jonah and Evelin are the only other people (besides Mark he's known the whole time) who know about Sarah being a witch.

Ruth has a little bit of control of her limbs that fall off, they can't move very far, but they can come back to her if she wants them to. One time she made her hand tap Thatcher's shoulder. Scared the hell out of him when he saw it was the detached hand. Also if her head came off she'd be fine, any injuries she gets barely effect her.

This one counts for mimic thatcher and mimic cesar, Mimics can make their limbs grow longer, shifting to make themselves taller, and can also contort their bodies and bend their joints in impossible ways, also despite their doll-like appearance they're like... organic? they can bleed and such

[arisunakayama]

Yan!Hank J Wimbleton X Reader X Tsun!2BDamned

A/n: IM BACK FROM MY HIATUS AND IM SO MAD. The ask and progress for this got deleted so I gotta do this all over again ToT

T/W: Blood, Gore, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Death

You probably had met both Doc and Hank when Doc recruited you into S.Q as both a combat medic when you were out on a mission and a doctor if you’re not out and about in a mission.

Originally you were just supposed to be there as 2BDamned’s assistant. That being the heavy lifting and bull crap along with handling unclassified documents

But once you showed you were able to perform professional medical care and were able to point out what injuries were which along with being a pretty damn good shot with most weapons, you were immediately moved to treating those who came in with injuries.

One of them being Hank.

[CATCHING HANK’S ATTENTION]

In the beginning Hank did NOT want you toughing him at all. You were an untrusted stranger after all.

Plus he kinda does hate everyone after all, aside from 2BDamned, Sanford and Deimos.

But even then he mostly tolerated the other two.

Though 2BDamned ended up barking at him and tells him to sit his ass down and stop complaining.

He doesn’t move, but what he does is watch you with a glare in his eyes.

Hank could hear Doc tell you not to worry about him and to proceed with healing him, to which you hesitantly do.

Once you did, Hank said nothing and did nothing until you were finished.

After that, he left without a word after getting the next assignment from 2BDamned.

It would actually go on like this until something really bad had happen to him. Basically to where he was at near death.

And that was when you were out with all three if them: Hank, Sanford, and Deimos.

Hank could barely hear your voice as you found him sitting against the wall bleeding out heavily.

The stupid fucking clown had did a number on him before the other three came to help.

Hank wasn’t going to lie, his injuries hurt like a fucking bitch to where he could barely move without his own intestines almost spilling out of his stomach.

He could barely even make out your voice as you rushed to his side to perform medical care while both Sanford and Deimos held back the agents trying to rush into the room

After that he blacked out only to wake up in the S.Q medbay sewn and patched up together.

In the midst of Hank’s stupor, he hears two voices. That being your’s and Doc’s.

You were the first one to notice Hank, giving him a soft yet exhausted smile as you made your way to his bedside.

“How you feel, Hank? Almost lost you there. If we did, Doc over here would be pissed off having to bring you back again.”

Hank listened to you laugh meanwhile Doc only shook his head while wiping off his hands from the blood that coated it with a rag.

“He has no sense of self-preservation. Out of all people you should know this…” Doc curses out loud before shooting you a slight glare making you shrink slightly.

Hank honestly was tuning out Doc at this point, tunnel visioned on you. Plus he was used to 2B’s berating.

Unlike 2BDamned when stitching him back up, you actually genuinely check up on him.

Hell even that smile was off putting considering how warm it was. It made his chest feel… fuzzy…

After that, during missions he’d most likely start sticking with you, making sure that you wouldn’t get wounded.

And that if the two of you DID have to split, he would secretly follow you, making sure that not a single thing about you was harmed.

And that if you were hurt by said grunt, Hank would probably gut him the and there. Right in front of you….

It’s happened once too, it almost make you want to vomit whatever contents you had in your stomach.

Back at S.Q it was even worse with him.

Hank started becoming more smothering, constantly hovering over you, following where you go, etc.

It was even worse when he would glare or snap at other agents/mercenaries who had been your friends, almost isolating you from everyone but him.

It was getting too much for you…

[CATCHING 2BDAMNED’S ATTENTION]

How you caught Doc’s attention would probably be because you helped with taking some of the work load that he has on his shoulders.

At first he didn’t mind, if anything it helps him with getting to the more important tasks that needed his attention.

Not that he didn’t appreciate it, but he was far too busy to even care. Or notice at that fact.

Though once you started doing the small things for him, like bring coffee for him, move him to the couch that he had in his office whenever he’d fall asleep at his desk, etc. That’s when he’d start turning some of his attention on you.

Of course he thought it was pointless, sometimes chastising you for doing something like that. But he’d also thank you. In his own way of course.

That be him not verbally saying it, but letting you have a longer rest time or having the day off if he saw how stressed you were.

But how he would execute it would come across as… as if he didn’t you around him.

It made you wonder what the hell you were doing wrong?

It also didn’t help when he would pair you up with the Main 3. Especially Hank.

You didn’t mind Deimos or Sanford considering they at least treated you decently and had your back during missions.

But Hank, he would just leave you to fend for yourself causing you to almost die a couple of times. Thank god for your immaculate aim and agility. All that combat training came into great use.

2BDamned didn’t like seeing you come back wounded either, watching you limp into the medbay covered in bandages from earlier to get some pain killers.

He’d tell you to be more careful. At least… that what he’s trying to tell you.

“How could you be so careless and let yourself get hurt like this? If you keep doing this, you might as well just die out there!” Doc was never good at wording himself unless it came to business.

But he couldn’t have you dying on him. Especially considering he’s now come to realize how much he’s come to care for you.

After saving Hank, 2BDamned also would notice the sudden changes in Hank. He could see the possessiveness and how clingy he was towards you.

Not to mention the aggressive behavior towards the other grunts and agents whenever you would try to converse with them. It had gotten to the point where they all started trying to avoid you.

Doc ended up having to threaten Hank with not being on any missions with you, let alone would have you stay back more than usual if he didn’t clean up his act. Of course, Hank wouldn’t listen. At least when it came to stalking you.

But at the same time, his behavior may be what keeps you alive. Especially when the two of you are out on raids together. 

If anything Doc would probably use this to his and your advantage to keep you alive. He’d compromise with Hank, putting you two together on missions whenever you were needed on said job.

And if you weren’t you be back at S.Q in the med bay doing your other job which is to care for the grunts that needed medical treatment. Unfortunately, those grunts were too scared to even interact with you in fear of what Hank would do to them.

You were a good person, everyone in the S.Q knew that, but they were just too scared because of Hank and it made you feel even more lonely than before.

The only ones who would try to converse with you would be Doc, Sanford and Deimos. 

But even then, Hank would act rather aggressive towards both Deimos and Sanford, making it even more scarce with social interaction.

[YOUR POV AND WHEN YOU LEAVE]

You didn’t know what was going on and why the two were acting the way with you. 

All you did was show that you cared for them and their health. I mean c’mon, you were a fucking field medic/doctor for crying out loud. It was your job.

Not only that, you didn’t join S.Q to be treated like this. You joined because like everyone, you wanted to see the AAHW burn down to the ground.

With Hank, you knew how his behavior with you would be considering he didn’t even like interacting with the other agents and grunts aside from Doc, Deimos and Sanford. But even then he would mostly interact with Doc.

So him leaving you alone and leaving you to die was something you knew was going to happen in the raids you were with him. But it still didn’t mean you were going to leave him to die.

But there was a small part of you that wished you did considering his behavior towards you now.

All just because you saved and showed you at least cared for his health. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before. So why the sudden change in behavior?

You could feel Hank’s eyes staring at you through those red goggles making you uneasy. It also didn’t help that even when off work, you could feel him staring into your very being. No matter where you went it felt as if you were being watched.

Being at work was even worse considering he would just hover around you, glaring and threatening the grunts and agents you befriended back then, scaring them away from talking to you.

It made you feel lonely, ostracized even.

2BDamned’s behavior towards you wasn’t helping you either. You don’t know what you deserved for getting those berating comments towards you whenever you tried to help him.

It hurt even more when you had gotten injured from a mission to where you had to limp your way into the med bay only to be caught by Doc.

All you could do was just sit there quietly while he scolds you, listening to him while telling you that “you might as well die” with how “clumsy” you were.

You weren’t even clumsy, the reason why you were injured in the first place was because Hank had left you and the room you were in was being overwhelmed with agents.

The last straw was when Doc started putting you on missions with only Hank, making you feel both uncomfortable and suffocated. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. 

Even working in the med bay was something that made you even more upset considering the grunts that came in wanted to be no where near you because they were scared of Hank. Not that you could blame the poor things.

You remember that it got so bad one time that you had to physically pry a grunt from Hank’s hands just because they wanted to ask you where the bathroom was.

Enough was enough.

Late into the night, you packed all your things. Throwing them into the trunk of you vehicle before speeding off into the night without a word to anyone. Even for you, a normal grunt inside of Nevada where the gore, blood and chaos lived, had enough where only one can handle.

[WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU’VE LEFT]

Out of the two 2BDamned would probably be the one who finds out about your disappearance first.

He would get suspicious about you not coming down from you bed chambers, only to come and check up on you considering he had gotten slightly worried. 

But when he found out that your room had been cleared out empty, he felt his chest tighten at you leaving unannounced. He wouldn’t say anything and would also be glad that the mask he wore covered his distraught expression.

After that he would probably lock himself in his office, burying himself in his work in hopes of ignoring the gnawing feeling of guilt and sadness of you leaving.

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Maybe if he had treated you a bit better...

As for Hank, he would probably be livid at you leaving him like this. 

So much to where he had punched a hole into the nearest wall, scaring any nearby grunt before they scurried away in fear of being Hank’s next target other than the wall.

How dare you leave him like this, the only person to have shown him that you weren’t afraid of him and cared for him.

It got so much to the point he stormed into 2BDamned’s office only to see that he was burying himself in work. Something he usually does when trying to forget something.

Hank tries to negotiate with Doc, trying to convince him to let him track you down so he could bring you back to the S.Q.

2B on the other hand was against it, saying it was probably best for you to not be here considering that the two of them failed to realize how unhappy you really were.

But Hank being stubborn, didn’t take no for an answer. It got to the point where he basically said he was going to find you anyways.

As for you, you were already half across Nevada. Praying and hoping for none of them to find you. But knowing how the S.Q had Hank. One of Nevada’s most wanted and dangerous criminal, you knew that somewhere in the back of your mind you’d be found anyways...

But it still wouldn’t stop you. Even if you had to die...

[poryphoria]

so my working theory on broker rn (which is based on absolutely nothing except like, One dubiously still-canon factoid from a qna) is that his Current line of work involves murdering demons for their gear & turning a profit off selling them to gearless- or maybe just power-hungry- demons (i imagine since they're spiritually linked, the only way TO separate a demon from their gear is by force).

he's always kinda dabbled in illegal trades and before zuka retired, they used to work together- then zukas injuries made him realize he couldn't keep living that fast n hard life, and he genuinely wanted to change for the better (finding rocket was a BIG factor in this, too).

now he's left alone in his dirty business and instead of taking a page out of zukas book, he's so deeply rooted in the idea that he's too far gone and beyond saving, he's obsessed with dragging people back down to his level and not being left alone as the worst person in the room....aaahhhh. AND this feeds into his relationship with rocket now! rocket stands to him as a huge symbol of what he lost, and it affects how he interacts w him a great deal.

(again. restating that 98% of this i just completely pulled out of my ass n im fully waiting for it to either be deconfirmed or replaced by canon info! i just like having something to ponder in the meantime!)

[leggo-my-aego]

MY REACTIONS TO THE **HEARTSTEEL BOYS** PLAYLISTS FROM SOMEONE WHO HAS BARELY CONSUMED LoL CONTENT (PART 2/2)

note: again, sorry if im wrong w anything, but i rlly tried my best 💜

note2: ALSO THEY SHOWED UP IN THE WORLD FINALS AND I FUCKING MISSED IT IM SOBBING 😭😭😭😭

note3: im doubting riots gonna show more of the Heartsteel content for a LONG time so this is my way of coping with that </3

this post ft. Kayn, Sett and Yone so if yll wanna see my first post w/ Aphelios, Ezreal & K'Sante, heres a link!! :

ANYWAYS BACK TO OUR IRREGULAR SCHEDULED PROGRAM

KAYN 💜

>he reminds me of an overactive dog that barks at anything that moves and the description just emphasizes that

>SOO dudebro. like mans spawned from a frat and is now making music

>born to rave and def has aux in house parties where cops come to arrest ppl cuz noise complaint

>seems like the type of people who walk around in public with a speaker and blasts music while ppl stare at him

>opposite of k'sante, would NOT trust him w my drink <//3

>would trust him to start barking randomly tho and be a getaway driver (would we survive ? prolly not, but we're fast 😈)

>also used soundcloud a lot for opposite vibes of Aphelios. this mans was definitely a soundcloud rapper since high school and was voted as that superlative

>i think the fact my song reccs are from my road rage playlist is also another thing about his character

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist💜:

• GASLIGHT! - Maggie Lindemann, Siiickbrain

• Oh Shit!!! - Injury Reserve

• FEEL. - Kendrick Lamar

SETT 🧡

>i can only think of that discord bit of him and k'sante talking ab their protein powder and k'sante just raw dogging the powder like a psycho

>similar vibes to Kayn but this man would actually be apologetic if someone told him to turn down the music

>obsessed with Rocky and Bruce Lee films since he was a kid for sure and makes references that none of the boys get

>definitely has a guilty pleasure for catchy and annoying pop music. definitely knows the words to call me maybe by carly rae jepsen and was caught singing it by aphelios

>i wanna think he growls before a fight even in this universe

>i think ab that recent art of him tearing his shirt after the World Final performance

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist🧡:

• Cobra (Rock Remix) [ft. Spiritbox] - Megan Thee Stallion

• DEATHCAMP (ft. Cole Alexander) - Tyler the Creator

• God's Menu - Stray Kids

YONE 💖

>im SO serious when i say i thought all this man listened to was white noise music before i listened to this playlist

>honestly, i wasnt too far off. my song reccs are straight from my Brain Static playlist

>gives club music. but like those really lowkey ones if u know what im talking ab

>if this wasnt a playlist from a game company i would think this mans would have classical music in this playlist too

>he DEFINITELY is a Pandora user rather than spotify user for obvious reasons old ass

>hes so old im crying 😭

>i wanna think him n aphelios both listen to game soundtracks n bond over it. those two have my heart n i think is an underrated duo given they do the bts stuff

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist💖:

• coalescence 1212 - アトラスサウンドチーム (from Shin Megami Tensei IV : Apocalypse OST)

• EARTHBOUND - black balloons

• dream about some mistakes i made - nilöwh.

[kurjakani]

Tw for self harm discussion im fine its just thouthys on past stuff. Not graphic

again im fine ive not done any self harm in years but i had a rly strong past w it but like. I have this injury rn on my foot and on god its making me realized like half of why i liked it was the caring and watchibg the healing? Idk its rly interesting psychologically like. I fink i either struggled to feel loved and cared for and in a way i could get that from myself and deserve it if i could do that stuff. Tho i think a bit of it is also like my morbid interest in the human body and its cycles. I nowdays still have like ab obsession w body modification but it lacks that flavor of hatered towards myself (aside from my top surgery dreams but TY ts like. Dysphoria thats a very different thing anf has nothing to do w the kinda hatered i had for myself back then). I would one day rly love to get some professional scarification tattoos tbh???? Idk theres sm cycle to that itself. To behold your pain with someone else and their artistic hands with enough love for your body to decorate it .instead of isolated, meant to hurt, meant to punish, etc

[smollmilly]

im begging you to spill kheela's lore im obsessed w the idea

Oh!! Hi!! Kheela is freshly made so I'm still figuring things out as I go but here's what I got so far!

She isn't someone very wealthy and someday she crossed the current mafia around town. Wanting to get rid of any troublemaker, they asked of her 50k dollars or they'd kill her, knowing she never would be able to get that money in a week.

Kheela heard of the Dealer's game and decided to go and play it, completely unaware it was basically russian roulette with a shotgun. She signed the waiver but did not read it prior. Which leads to her getting stuck with the Dealer.

She lost the game on round 3 and right before she'd get killed, she begged for her life basically and made an offer to the Dealer. He quickly figured she did not read the waiver and stated that if he let her live, she basically would be 'his' as the waiver not only states that one cannot hold him responsible for any injuries (though they usually die) but also the moment they sign the waiver, until they die, their life and soul belong to the Dealer.

The deal is simple. She would owe him the amount of a won game (70k roughly) and she would play a double or nothing on her waiver with him. If she wins, she is free. Every time she loses, 70k are added on her debt to him.

Being a gambler, the Dealer accepted. Aaand that's how she's stuck with him for now! Not that she's complaining mind you, she finds him very attractive even if terrifying and she feels safe with him. Never once has he been disrepectful to her! Though he does cheat to make sure she doesn't win her waiver back, the big boy is growing fond of the little woman even if he hates to admit it.

They’re also both freaks so things work out pretty well between them 99% of the time.

[mondaymelon]

RAHHHHHH HIHIHIIIIII MELONNN <33

"i had a good dream that i thought was going to be very silly but then the ending was sad and i woke up and was like WAIT NO IT CANT END LIKE THAT . so i reworked the plot in my head and tried to go back to sleep to continue and fix the dream but wegh it didnt work... SOBS."

STOP WAIT I DO THAT A LOT TOO LIKE its like oh no i dont like this scene BOOM rewind! noooo the story cant end like that TRY AGAIN! ueueueueue thats so sad why didnt it work ueueue sobes with you also. FICTIONAL CHARS APPEARING IN YOUR DREAMS IS SO REAL HELP i rmb once i watched a fan animatic of xiao playing the kazoo n that night i dreamt that he was playing a saxophone which sounded like a kazoo n i was throwing confetti n paper money at him,, i hope he appears in your dreams soon i think it will be a very interesting dream hehe.

ALSO. AKABANE KARMA??? HELLO?????? when is it my turn smh. ...vox... akuma.... his cooking streams were the death of me omfg AND WHAT. HYUNJIN AND BEOMGYU??? WHAT. 😀 that was a very interesting dream CRYING they THREW CEREAL AT YOU ?? i.. i won't ask any further. mhm.

THE HEADBOPPING WITH LIGHTS OFF IS SO REAL HAHAHKJDHFKS but for me it's more like my brother walking in on me aggressively bopping to music and walks straight out :'D fun times!

japanese is a nightmare i tell you. i am quite effectively illiterate in japanese sobs n falls to the ground HAHAHSKLJFHLDSJK why. why does 怪我 and 怪我 mean different things WHY. (one is 'blame me' and one is 'injury') why is 娘 mother and daughter at the same time. why. 日本語話とても難しです。*weary noises* but duolingo is actually p good for building vocab i think !! YIPPEE!!

ok yes questions. im a kaeya [BEEEEEEP] i meant kaeya main. LOL i cant think of other fictional chars atm so i will just say!! fav genshin chars!! kaeya beidou ayato kazuha fischl furina kirara collei childe && uhm uhm i forgot the rest OMG YEAH 呵呵以后不想让任何人知道我们在谈什么就可以用华语🤭 RAHHHH i recently became absolutely obsessed with modern family i think its really funny && animes! uhhhhhh spyxfam! campfire cooking! senko-san! the genius prince! my next life as a villainess! parallel world pharmacy! and i forgot the rest! HAHAHAHA ooh ooh okok adding on!! what are the top 3 items on your bucket list for 2024?

giggles loudly back at you HAHAHKJSKJF i get loads of bye-lingual moments though,, (forgot the word for tissue in all 4 languages but somehow knew it was spelt taschentuch in german) & yeahh i switch a lot w my brothers esp when we wanna say stuff we don't want people understanding (read: parents) && normally it's mandarin with parents + english sometimes!! yippee!!

NAH CAUSE THeRE WERE. TWO KARMAS. SOBBING. DONT ASK ME WHY BUT HE HAD A CLONE AND THEY WERE BOTH ROMANCING (?) ME?? idk. that dream was a blur and i dont remember it anymore UGHSDJK

the vox. the vox one. i remember. so vividly. i was a vtuber and we were playing minecraft and i did something super cool and funny and the next day there were clips about me and i sobbed wtih joy and then i woke up in my hotel and laid there for a solid half hour questioning if that was real and knowing it wasnt but praying it was. sobs.

wAI WAIA RYUU ARE YOU. ARE YOU A KPOP FAN. STARES AT YOU. SHAKES YOUR SHOULDERS VIOLENTLY if you are. fave groups and biases pretty please. i am in love with skz + txt + enhypen. E E E EE. E E JFSDODJkldlkjlajs biases are hyunjin (big surprise) n miho, txt bias is beomgyu (another crazy, wild, surprise!!) and honestly i cant choose with enhypen but im sorta leaning towards ni-ki rn... e e e e

dont be shy ryuu. whats the redacted. :) aaa for me fave characters... wai have i already said this idc uhm uhm xiao + kaveh + gorou + dori + nahida + venti + furina + fischl + oh so many more. ik some people dislike dori but she just wants the mula and honestly girl same LMAO

ooo spy x family is the silliest!! (have you seen buddy daddies).. for me im watching several things at once rn but its the apothecary diaries, the eminence in the shadow, and migi n dali !! these are all still airing rn so im having a silly time

uhhodkoadsfd tbf i dont really have a bucket list... if we're talking abt small goals ig its just to get good grades cause of my asian parents, to improve my art, and to finally bring my smau out of its stalemate cause i havent touched it in months and i feel bad abt it... sjdflkd

help when i talk with my brother about things we dont want our parents to hear we cant speak in mandarin cause they know it so we just replace the first letter of every word with b except for some few select examples

like. "brek babing bot bis bere" is shrek's bathing spot is here and dont even ask me why i wouldnt be able to tell you LMAO

and "b-b-b-b-b-beer" is like how are you or soemthing along those lines. my brain fries every time we attempt to speak in bod (dont ask why we named it that either i cant tell you too my brain is empty) and WOADOJFOS SAME HERE !!! uhalkdf hmm more questions... do you read any manhwa / manhua and if so which. because i NEED MORE MANHWA READERS IN MY FEED PLE. A S E

[spacexseven]

tuna you have nooo idea how many ideas i have about yans falling for their doctors but i will give u something simple: port mafia; ie: chuuya, akutagawa, pm dazai, etc. x good-natured hospital doctor. one day theres a major clamor about how someone turned up outside the hospital with grievous injuries. at first its all hands on deck to help them, but eventually someone figures out that theyre mafia and everyone jumps ship. darling’s colleagues try to persuade them away from the dying mafioso, telling them how getting involved with the mafia in ANY way will turn out bad for them and to just leave them to their fate, but darling keeps to their oath and decides to take over their care.

its tiring work, working round the clock alone to keep this bastard alive, but it’ll all be worth it in the end, right? wrong. yan’s FIRST order of business when waking up and finding themselves in a hospital is to flip out. threats, attacks, the whole shebang. big tantrum. eventually darling reasons with them that theyre far too injured to go anywhere for the time being without like. dying. (this wouldnt work on dazai that well lol) and if they wanted to turn them in or kill them they wouldve done it like 2 days ago. they even agree to submit to the mafia’s retaliation if they find their care insufficient. their patient agrees, albeit very angrily, and darling sets off on the worlds most thankless job. 

any of these fuckers will give darling a run for their money. dazai would spend a lot of time trying to intimidate them into letting him out early or goad them into killing him, stealing things to hurt himself with, harassing the nurses, faking symptoms, anything he can think of to make their life harder. chuuya is just NASTY, nothing to say to the person Saving His Life besides threats and insults. can never leave a check up on akutagawa without at least one bruise. so on and so forth. no support from colleagues either, darlings decision to Do Their Job making them a pariah. even so, they offer their testy patient their care and kindness without falter. as soon as theyre well enough to get up and walk out, thats exactly what they do, and darling would be lying if they said they werent glad to wash their hands of the whole thing. they’re, of course, back the next week with a new injury that they INSIST that DARLING SPECIFICALLY must look at and suddenly acting like they’re besties. darling lets them, of course, even as the injuries they come in with are more and more ridiculous, all the while trying to gently steer them away from ever coming back before they get them arrested. 

well, if you didnt want them hanging around you maybe you shouldnt have been so sweet. are they supposed to forget about you holding their hand through shockwaves of pain? your soothing voice? the way you stayed up all night to watch over them while they slept? do you think they get THAT at the mafia infirmary? say, why dont you come and work there! they see how your colleagues spurn you, how ungrateful your other patients are for you. doctors are VERY highly regarded among the mafia, itd be a great fit for you! itd also let them personally make it up to you for being so awful before. win-win, right?

- 🩹

i am terribly sorry about how long it took for me to answer this 😭😭😭 i did consider a similar idea but w/ darling doing the underground doctor job for extra money (we need to start raising funds for darling) as well if you're interested!!

im gonna use dazai as a placeholder for this if u want one w chuuya and aku lmk :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, jealousy, obsession, injuries, harassment, taking advantage, implied coercion.

injuries aren't uncommon in this line of work, and bleeding out with a terrifyingly gaping wound is not a new sight for port mafioso. usually, though, mori already arranges for other people to come in and take care of the injured, and they steer clear of hospitals and clinics. it's not smart to get civilian doctors involved in this.

usually, things go as planned.

today, it didn't. dazai's subordinates were strewn somewhere else, leaving him wounded and isolated. to make things worse, he was positioned awkwardly close to a busy street. he should have anticipated that the enemy would have some other trick up their sleeve. now what? was he going to die here, like a disgraced dog? he would prefer something less painful and embarrassing, but beggars couldn't be choosers...

maybe he should have accepted mori's offer of even more backup.

he couldn't reach for his phone, and even if it didn't hurt so bad and he could get it, his fingers were trembling so much that he knew he couldn't type out anything. god, how pathetic. death was death. he couldn't be too picky about it, could he? he would welcome the end.

to his surprise, he woke up.

he was sure he was in a hospital. the plain walls, the simple bed. the papers nearby and the person in a white coat gave it away. this was bad news, terrible news. he wasn't supposed to go to any hospitals or clinics unless mori said so, and now he was here, getting treated by any regular civilian doctor.

obviously, dazai decides the best course of action is to kick up a fuss. they wouldn't hold him here against his will, right? he screams and kicks and threatens everyone until he's exhausted and the staff is ready to throw him out themselves, but you stop them. he recognizes you as the person in his room when he woke up, and watches as you defend his behavior by telling everyone how confused and frightened he would have been after waking up with no recollection of what happened in between. confused, frightened? he was mortified by your choice of words, and worse yet, it was working. everyone backed down, turned their backs and went on with their day.

and you have the audacity to turn back and smile at him like you hadn't just embarrassed him, telling him that it was expected he would have reacted so negatively, promising to help make sure his stay was as comfortable as possible. what stay? he wants to get out, but when he voiced this demand with a hoarse throat, you look more shocked and rush off to get him something for his voice instead. you sit down beside him with a hand on his and carefully explain why he has to stay and why it's important he works with you for a speedy recovery. you ask him for who you should contact since he didn't seem to have any existing identity, but he only turns away and tells you he wants to leave.

he does this for as long as he's hospitalized, complaining about everything, reminding you he doesn't have cash and that killing him would be your best course of action, since he couldn't afford the bill anyway. he tries to run away and pull off stupid stunts, but nothing works. it's infuriating how calm you are about everything. you leave and go back to your usual routine, stopping by to check up on him occasionally. the other staff, however, look terrified of him, and he relishes in the trembling hands and rushed exits. during one of their visits to sort out his room, dazai pretends to sleep so they can actually get things done without fearing he will kick them all out the window, and overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

he learns that you were the one who insisted they treat him despite everyone else noticing the signs that he was probably part of some underground organization. some determined line about how it's your job and you need to help everyone regardless of personal feelings. he thinks it's all bullshit, but your determination...is kind of cute. it's only a matter of time before you end up as soulless and exhausted as everyone else in the city, though.

then the long awaited day comes, and you announce that he can leave. he doesn't care to ask for a bill or thank you, running out and disappearing to talk to mori again, but he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you even after that day. for some reason, something about you really stuck with him. it might have had something to do with your relentless insistence to help, your unwavering patience, your calm conduct, or maybe your...voice. your sympathetic tone, your firm hold...your presence.

a week later, dazai shows up to your workplace and demands he get his hand checked out. he whines until they drag you down and then he exaggerates his terrible condition, how important and urgent it was and how he needed to be kept inside the hospital for a few weeks at least this time. it's very serious, you know. you saw through his lie, but you don't bat an eyelid, immediately complying to his outrageous demands. he was a little happy that you hadn't changed. so despite how often he showed up, with a new but small injury, you took it in stride and treated him with all the concern and seriousness he expected. could you blame him if he liked to be fussed over like this?

what he didn't like was the knowledge that you treated all your patients like this. none of them deserved the same meticulous inspections, soothing touches, dedicated service, and warm smiles you gave. it wasn't fair that he came in all beaten up and you could only come in for a quick greeting before rushing out after another patient. and for what? your meager pay? well, if he could talk to mori and get you brought over as a personal doctor for some of the high-ranking members, you'd get paid well and you could be with him all the time while doing what you loved. it was the best of both worlds, wasn't it?