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Yandere Silas x male reader bodyguard. Relationship:romantic
You and him grew up together in the mafia, Silas fell in love with you but you only saw him as a friend and he ends up falling in love with a girl and this makes you leave the mafia to go abroad with her to live a normal life.
Silas has contacts all over the world and discovers that you are in a country abroad, he kills the girl and kidnaps you
Be mine (you have no fucking choice)
Yandere!mafia oc x male!bodyguard!reader
Summary: after being friends with Silas for years, you decide that it is time to pack it up and leave, much to Silas’s dismay.
Warnings: criminal stuff, throwing up, getting drunk by force, ropes, cage, mentions of sleeping around, violence, alcohol
Word count: 4.3k
You put your gun into your belt and get out of the warehouse.
“Hey, where are you going?” Silas asks and grabs your arm.
“I’m going home”, you say. “This mission doesn’t interest me.”
You try to walk, but Silas hurries in front of you, blocking your way. He almost reminds you of the little, stubborn boy he once was when he does that.
“Wait”, he says. “You never drive well after a mission. You have too much adrenaline. You and I can leave together. I can drive you to my house.”
“No, Silas, I’m going home.”
Silas doesn’t react to you calling him by his first name. But he never has. You are special. Only one other person in his entire organization can call him by his first name without getting a bullet through their eyes — that person being his second in command. You and his second in command have known Silas longer than anyone else. You’d dare call his second in command your friend too, although on a more professional level.
You’ve known Silas longer than his second in command has, and you’ve known his little brother, Ares … and you’ve known about his jealousy for a very long time. It started when you one day went home with his brother to play video games after shool. Next day when you entered school, his brother had a black eye and Silas had not left your side for the entire day.
It only got worse from there, but you never did anything. You tried to talk to him, but it seemed like the years made him even more jealous. He dated girls time and time again, but created a big fuss when you showed the slightest interest in anyone — be that boy or girl. You became the third wheel in SIlas’ multiple relationships.
He did admit to his love for you, just a few years ago, but you couldn’t reciprocate his feelings. It would make everything harder. You were basically working for him as his bodyguard and didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him. Losing him as a friend could mean both mental distress … and physical harm.
“Does this have anything to do with the girl I’m dating?” Silas asks.
You look baffled. “No? Why would you think that?”
“Because she’s at the house?”
“No, I just want to go home”, you sigh heavily. “Why do I have to explain my every step to you? You’re not my father, come on.”
“Because I’m worried about you.”
“What a great look for you, mister mafia leader. Don't let anyone else see that.” You nod at him to move. “Move out of the way now, I’m tired and I’m hungry. I want to go home and order a fucking pizza.”
“So this has nothing to do with my girlfriend?”
“What's the matter with you? Are you trying to make me jealous or something? I'm not interested in you, you know that.”
You push past him.
A month passes. You have been seriously thinking about leaving the mafia for a long time now, but ever since Silas got himself yet another girlfriend it became clear that you have to leave, if you ever want to get yourself one of your own. As long as you stay with him, he will never let you date anyone — apart from him, of course.
You’ve decided to move abroad. While packing your bags, you feel tears run down your cheeks. You have known Silas for as long as you can remember. You love to be with him, he is your best friend. Betraying him would mean betraying yourself, and his entire organization. People who betray him gets killed personally by Silas. Neither you or Silas would want that.
However, leaving without anyone noticing would be hard. Silas would know that something was wrong right away and he would use his contacts to find you again. You’d need help with creating false documents … and you knew just the man to help with that.
You hold the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” a familiar voice asks.
“Hi, Ares”, you say.
“How the fuck did you get my number?”
“I did some digging.”
“Holy fuck, Y/N, you need help.”
You chuckle and hear how Ares chuckles in return.
“What did you want?” he asks.
“I need some help.” You look around, feeling like you’re being watched, which wouldn't be very far off. “Can we meet up?”
“Sure. Now?”
“If you can.”
“Yeah, I’m not busy.”
You decide to meet up at a café an hour away from your house, hoping that Silas’s associates wouldn’t recognize you here. You couldn’t believe that you would meet Ares again, you haven't seen him since you were teenagers. He looks the same, just a bit more grown up.
“My brother finally removed the leash around your neck?” Ares chuckles and hugs you.
“No, not really”, you sigh. “This is why I need your help. I know that you scam tight about everyone. And I need you to help me create false documents, passport … yeah, you name it.”
Ares smirks.
“Little Y/N is going on vacation, I see”, he says. “Where are you going?”
“I don't know.”
“Are you trying to get away from my brother?”
You nod. Ares seems to think for a moment.
“Go to Spain”, he says. “Silas is banned from there, he won't be able to get you.”
“Ah, I feel so bad about it, though”, you sigh and run your hands through your hair. “He's my best friend. And boss, technically. If I leave, I betray both my best friend and his organization … and then he has the right to kill me.”
“Wait, you're planning to leave the mafia? For real?”
“I don't want to, but I can't live like this. I want to have my own life. I'm a grown man now, the window for opportunities is closing every year.”
“I'll go with you. I'll protect you.”
“You don't have to, Ares. Look at me, I'm capable of taking care of myself.”
You were Silas’s bodyguard, after all. No weak person gets that position.
“Yes, I know”, Ares says. “But I can help. And you don't have to be lonely.”
“You are an ass too”, you remind him.
“Better than Silas, though.”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
Ares comes with you to Spain. He has given you false documents with new names and nationalities. You sit together at the airport with your phone in your hand. Your stomach is turning.
“I really should tell him”, you sigh nervously. “I don't want to just leave. I have known him for years. I might betray him work wise, but I can't betray him friend wise. I'm going to call him.”
“I don't think you should”, Ares says. “He has been awful to you, why does he deserve your goodbye?”
You groan and hide your head between your knees. Ares brushes his hand through your hair.
“Come on, sweetie, let it go”, Ares encourages you. “Your new life starts soon. Beach, sun and alcohol, all day long.”
You want to tell him that you don't drink, but decide to leave it be.
“I have to go to the bathroom”, you excuse yourself and stand up to walk away.
But you don't go to the bathroom stalls. You stand by the large windows at the gate and call Silas.
“Hi, Y/N”, he says.”I haven't heard from you in a little while. I was about to go over to your house and drag you over to mine, because I miss you.”
“I have to talk to you about that”, you say, hesitantly. “I am not at home, and I probably won't be back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I'm really sorry that I have gone behind your back, but I am actually leaving … going abroad. And it might be permanent.”
“Have you hit your head?”
“I'm really sorry for betraying you, Silas, you’re my best friend … but frankly, you're always stopping me from getting my own family, while you brag about the women you fuck. I need to get away, at least for a while and get to try to find love. It might not be permanent, but I don't know.”
“Where are you going? You know that you can't leave the country without me knowing. The second any of your credit cards, passport or anything along that way is being used, I'm notified.”
“Well I'm not fucking stupid. I have fixed that.”
Silas scoffs out a mocking laugh.“You don't know how to do that.”
“I had help.”
“From who?” He doesn't sound that cocky anymore.
“Ares.”
Silence.
“Oh, you can't be fucking serious”, Silas says.
You can't detect what emotion he's feeling. Perhaps everything all at the same time. Maybe it was a wrong decision to call him before your flight, but the guilt would have eaten you up the entire way there.
“I am”, you answer, trying your best not to let your voice shake.
“You know what kind of asshole he is, Y/N”, Silas tells you.
“I have done stuff too, I’m no angel either.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I just called to let you know that I am leaving. I didn’t want you to hear that from anyone else, I wanted you to hear it from me personally. This is a goodbye, Silas — at least for now. Thank you.”
“Y/N-”
You hang up and turn off your phone before returning to Ares who’s sipping on a beer by the gate, where you left him.
When you’re allowed to board the plane, you’re already nauseous. What if it wouldn’t work? What if you changed your mind? You already felt bad. Ares puts his hand on your shoulder while you walk through the middle of the plane, trying to find your seat. Ares takes the aisle seat.
“Thank you for giving me the window seat”, you chuckle. “I feel like a kid all over again.”
“Well, I can’t let random folks touch you, can I?” Ares responds. “I’m a gentleman after all.”
Ares sits with his phone up the entire flight, working. You know all about his dirty business, how he scams people left to right with his false businesses.
You fall asleep for a while. Your body has been in a tense position the entire day and finally, you were out of reach. He couldn’t create a storm or shoot down a passenger plane, he wasn’t a God or a military flighter. He is nothing more than a man with a bit too much power for his own liking. And hybris. A whole lot of hybris. Ares turns off his phone to look at you. He smiles slightly. For years, he has tried to take you from Silas. You didn’t want him, but Silas was too selfish to let you be put on the market. He wanted you available at all times, for when the timing was right. Ares stopped trying to reach out to you after a while, knowing that it was pointless, thought that if you wanted to get back in touch with him, you would reach out — and you did. Ares lets his eyes wander over you. He has tried to match your physique, but had no chance against the hours you’ve had to spend at the gym to be able to be Silas’s bodyguard. But under all those muscles, you are nothing but a softie, and that’s why Ares wants you … and Silas too, unfortunately. He always has to compete with his brother over toys they both want.
Silas scoffs angrily and runs his hand through his black hair, and yet he can’t stop himself from laughing. It’s absurd! All of it!
“Why are you laughing, boss?” his second in command asks shortly. “This is nothing to be happy about.”
“I fucking know that?” Silas snaps back. “Do you think I enjoy knowing that my Y/N is on a plane with my psycopathic brother going to fuck knows where?”
“There are not a lot of places he could go to, though. Think about it.”
“I can’t fucking think! Y/N is leaving me!”
“Silas, sit down before you faint, ‘kay?”
Silas, oddly enough, listens and sits down on the couch in his study with his hands gripping the fabric beside him. His second in command stands in front of him with his hands on his hips.
“Listen”, he says. “Ares would fuck with you, right?”
“Right”, Silas responds.
“Which countries are you banned from?”
“Spain, England, Germany, the Netherlands and Ireland.”
“So, one of those countries.”
“But which?!”
“His favorite. Which one is the warmest?”
“Spain?”
“Bingo.”
Silas’s eyes widens and he breaks out into a shocked smile. Why didn’t he think about this? Ares isn’t smart.
“...how the fuck do I do this?” he realizes. “I can’t just take a plane into Spain without being arrested the second I step off the plane. We will need another way. We could get a boat and sneak in.”
“I’ll see what I can do, boss.”
“Do it quickly, I know my brother and he will take what I want. If he does, I will never forgive myself.”
The reason why Silas has never let you date anyone is because he wants what can only be had one way, your innocence.
He sighs and walks out of the room where he finds the woman he’s dating standing with her hands together, looking worried. A certain rage takes over him. The sight of her had made you want to leave. He knows very well that it isn’t her fault, but he can’t help but think that it is. Her existence has put you in a position of discomfort, and for that, she has to pay. Silas doesn’t want to look at her, it only makes him nauseous.
He pulls up his gun from his belt, and without a second thought, he fires off and watches the innocent girl’s limp body hit the floor. But for now, he can’t bring himself to feel bad.
He has to find you. Ares is only nice as long as you're on his side, if you want to disagree with him, he's going to strip you off everything. You just don't know how horrific Ares could be.
Your first few days in Spain couldn’t be more than idyllic — if it weren’t for the fact that you look over your shoulder wherever you go. You scan the areas for familiar faces of Silas’s gang.
“Relax, will you?” Ares says and hooks his arm around your shoulders. “Just enjoy the scenery instead.”
“I think I’m going insane”, you mutter.
“A shot will help with that.”
“I don’t drink, you know that.”
Ares just smiles. You’re on your way back to the house from a restaurant Ares had treated you to. It was obviously a date, but you didn’t know how to tell him that you wanted to take things slow. Ares has never been a patient man … and you aren’t even sure if Ares is the person you want to date currently. Frankly, thanks to Silas, you don’t know what you want to do yet. You’ve only gotten your freedom to do whatever you want a few days ago, and it’s more overwhelming than you expected.
“Do you want to come to my room?” Ares asks when you get to the front door. “We don’t even have to do anything, we can just watch TV.”
“I start to believe that the only reason you wanted to come with me on this trip was to get me in bed”, you scoff and put the keys in the lock.
“Not only-”
“Ares, go to the bar and pick up someone there instead.”
“I can’t leave you alone, I told you that I was going on the trip to protect you.”
“And i told you that I didn’t need protection. If you’re horny, go.”
Ares sighs and gives up. “Fine, call me if you need me.”
“I’ll be fine, I’m tired.”
Ares nods and gives your back a tap before walking back the way you came from. You unlock the door, going into the house. In the corner of your eye, you can tell that something is moving. Instantly, you go into attack mode, but freezing when you notice who it is that is standing up from the armchair.
“I feel like a dad catching their underage kid sneaking in after a night out”, the second in command says.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you question.
The second in command jerks his head. “Fucking guess.”
“Did Silas really send you because he can’t enter the country?” you laugh. “That’s so tragic.”
“Laugh all you want, you’re not the one that have been on a small fucking fishing boat for twelve hours straight!” He collects himself and sighs. “I will give you one chance to come with me voluntarily before I beat your head in.”
You scoff and cross your arms over your chest. “Try me.”
Silas must have equipped his second in command with things he knew that you wouldn’t be able to combat, because in one way or another, you lose consciousness.
You wake up in a dark, cold room. At once, you try to move your hands to your eyes to rub them clean from drowsiness, but quickly notice how your hands are tied to something behind you. That’s when you realize that you’re stuck in a cage the size of a garden shed, in — what looks like — a cargo hold. Your hands are tied to one of the cage’s bars behind you. Your head is pounding from the hit his second in command had given you.
“Look at that, he’s finally waking up”, a familiar voice says.
“So we don’t need the water?” his second in command asks.
“Let’s keep it.”
Silas walks into the cage, crouching down in front of you. He takes a hold of your chin, directing your head whichever way he wants.
“You gave him a bump the size of mount everest”, Silas mutters over his shoulder.
“He’s a trained fighter”, his second in command replies. “I had to do what I had to do, you know?”
“I guess.”
Silas lets go of your pounding head. You groan softly, feeling out of your own body, while still being trapped inside the cage. You start to cough and Silas grabs the bucket of icy water, holding it to your mouth. At first, you gulp it down … and then realize that it was sea water. You throw it up, right back into the bucket. Silas gives the bucket to his second in command, telling him to throw it out.
“That was fucking disgusting”, you grimace and gag.
“You kind of deserve it.” He fixes your hair that has started to stick onto your forehead. “Why did you do that to me, Y/N?”
“You didn’t let me have my own life. I was living yours, as a side character.”
“You betrayed me.”
You meet his brown — almost black — eyes and feel your heart sink. You have never seen such sadness in his eyes before.
“I know”, you say and turn down your gaze. “I felt really bad about it. I know the rules, and I won’t make a fuzz about it, but can I beg of you that it won’t be you who kills me? I don’t want that to be our last memory together.”
Silas seems to be taken aback.
“I’m not going to kill you”, he says. “In fact, no one is.”
“But I betrayed you-”
“I know, but I can’t kill you.”
“You can’t bend the rules, or else you’ll get a mutiny.”
“Who said that I was letting you off the hook?”
You watch how Silas walks out of the cage, picks something up from the floor, and returns with a bottle in his hands.
“I know that you are strong”, he says, popping the bottle open, “and violent. So, I’m going to keep you calm for the rest of the journey to Portugal. Open your mouth.”
“What is that?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing the bottle wearily.
“Vodka.”
You shake your head quickly. “That’s so foul-”
“I did not ask for your opinion.”
He puts the opening of the bottle to your lips and you try to turn your head, but Silas forces you to drink. With one hand, he holds the bottle, and with the other he holds your chin to make sure that you can’t turn away. You have no other choice but to swallow the burning liquid. He doesn’t let you stop until half the bottle are gone. You cough and gag, but can’t throw up.
“You absolute fu—fucking—”, you cough.
“Calm down, baby boy, it’s just some vodka”, Silas says nonchalantly and takes a sip. “Good for your heart.”
He puts his hand on your heavily raising chest, trying to calm your breathing and feel your racing heart. The alcohol turns your body heat up and you want nothing more than for that bucket of water to come back.
“My right hand man will be here to make sure that you’re not sober for a single second”, Silas says and stands up.
“You can’t fucking leave me like this!” you burst out.
“Then stop me.”
You fight against the ropes and Silas smirks triumphantly before leaving the cargo hold.
The second in command came in every half an hour to give you new sips. You tried to refuse, but with your hands locked behind your back and head spinning with alcohol, there wasn't much you could to to stop him.
You haven't drank anything since you were a young teenager and the rocking motions of the sea wasn't helping you. You refused to throw up again, refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing you in such a state next time they entered.
You hated alcohol even worse now. Fuck Silas.
After what felt like hours — in your drunken state it could very well have been days, or minutes — you couldn't take it anymore.
“Silas!” you shout and your tone goes to a whining, slurred melody. “Silas!”
You've never felt so helpless.
Silas enters with his second in command tightly behind him. He enters the cage and crouches down in front of your pathetic form.
“What?” he asks, cupping your cheek.
“Please stop”, you beg and sob, but you're not sure if the tears come from the heart or the alcohol. “Please …I will do what you want …”
Silas grabs the back of your sweaty neck and directs your wet face into his shoulder, letting you cry. You can feel that your hands are freed from the ropes.
Silas picks you up, carrying you up to the decks above water. His second in command holds your head so that you won't smash it against one of the sharp corners.
Silas tucks you into a bed and leaves you to rest. You can see the shining sun outside the round porthole window as you fall asleep.
He walks out onto the deck of the fishing boat and smirks.
“What?” his second in command asks.
“I'm not single anymore”, Silas chuckles.
“You won again, congratulations. Will you put Y/N into the basement?”
“He can handle that. But most important thing is that he's coming home where he belongs, and there won't be any more childish outbursts.”
“What happened with your brother, by the way?”
“Who cares? I don't want to meet him anyway, so the less I need to deal with him, the better.”
When the fishing boat reaches Portugal, you are dragged to a car and to the airport. You don't say much. Silas disregard for your hate of alcohol and childish behavior has put you off. If it weren't for the fact that you are hus prisoner now, you wouldn't be his friend anymore.
Silas’s private jet stands ready on an empty field. He holds your arm as he pushes you up the stairs. You rip your arm from his hold.
“I can walk by myself, let me go”, you mutter.
Silas sighs. You sit down in a seat opposite Silas and cross your arms.
“You are glaring at me”, Silas says without glancing up from his phone.
“I'm just trying to determine if you have brain cells”, you spit.
“Aren't you a fun lad?”
“Where is my phone, by the way?”
“Like sharp objects and weapons should be: far away from you.”
“Oh, I see. You're going to treat me like a child.”
“Y/N, I'm not an idiot. I trained you, I know how dangerous you are with weapons. You are even more violent than I am at times.”
“Obviously with good reasons.”
Silas glances up from his phone. You twitch your eyebrows testingly. You might not have your weapons, but your tongue is still sharp.
Being in a relationship with Silas might be more interesting than you thought, and Silas sure as hell will realize that you're not going down without a fight.
“Your girlfriend, then?” you question. “What does she think?”
“Frankly, she can't think a lot at the moment”, Silas responds, turns off his phone and luts it on the table between you.
You get the hint immediately.
“Killing her was unnecessary”, you say.
“Running away from me was unnecessary too”, Silas adds.
“This is going to be a stable relationship.”
“It will be the second you stop with the childish attitude.”
While keeping eye contact, you push his phone off the table. Silas eye twitches as he bends down to get it.
“You're going into the basement when we get home”, he says.
“Can I hit back? Or are you going to have full control and tie me up again? Is that the only way you can win over me? With me being completely helpless?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up before I let you ride on the airplane wing.”
“Sounds good to me.”
You stare at each other, and you refuse to look away first. You're going to make him regret imprisoning you.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere drabbles#yandere oc x you#yandere mafia#yandere fics#yandere oc x reader#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere criminal#male reader
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it probably says something either sad or deeply unfortunate about me as a person, but I'm darkly amused to see some people react to the reveal of the ultimate permeability of souls in tlt as a triumphant thing -- the "you can't take 'loved' away!!!" side of it all -- when my first reaction was such an immediate wave of 'oh, oh so this is why this series is horror, I truly understand now' distress haha. ngl the final confirmation of the self not being inviolable in the deepest way freaks me the fuck out far more than any moment of body horror in the series has managed. (these two elements are of course the two sides of one thematic coin; it's about the horror of our bodies and minds and selves not being inviolable things, and about the effect of violence on them on so many different levels. violence psychological and interpersonal, physical, subtextually sexual, emotional, medical, political, a whole unlovely smörgåsbord of indignity and violation a person can be exposed to, and on a broader scale the spectrum of violence colonialism wields). The world and other people being capable of leaving indelible marks on us for good or ill through their presence in our lives is of course a pretty self-evident demonstrable truth in the real world, but somehow having it be proven metaphysically just uh. Fucks me up!
It also drives home to me just how perfectly Muir has captured the dilemma at the heart of human connection and intimacy: the fact that the thing that gives us life and meaning is also capable of harming us so deeply. the same thing that can be so beautiful — even in a bittersweet, violently transformative form like with the creation of Paul — when done mutually and consensually and compassionately, is the same process that means someone like John can touch someone else's soul and 'after he's put his fingers on something, you'll never find anyone else's fingerprints on it; too much noise'. I think the text itself — the whole series, because to me this is what it is ultimately about, this tension between individuation/self vs. love/connection/enmeshment — is far more ambivalent in its treatment of it than saying it’s inherently a good thing or inherently a bad thing. The only thing it says for sure is that it is always a thing, that thinking you’re ever getting away from it is the height of futility, and that through being alive (or even through being dead lol) it is something you have to engage with in some way no matter what. Contact with other people is deeply necessary — without it we sicken and die. it can be the most beautiful and meaningful thing in a human life, and the most unspeakably horrific. All of these people are searching for some way to be whole, whether in total self-contained sufficiency on their own or in melding with someone else as their ‘other half’, and stumbling around in the dark they reach for each other and score deep wounds into the thing they’re trying to touch even when they don’t mean to. Taken to horrific extremes with the form of lyctorhood John guided his disciples to when they were ‘children — playing in the reflections of stars in a pool of water, thinking it was space’, because while people hurt each other all the time with differing levels of intentionality behind it, what John did was deliberate. It weaponizes the misapprehension of what closeness must be and destroys everyone involved in the process… and all because it leaves John the one sun their ruined lives have left to orbit around, because that’s the closest thing his soul will allow to connection. He doesn’t understand that to truly touch something you have to truly let it touch you back, and then wonders why he’s never satisfied.
‘The horrors of love’ has been memed to death, I know, but… yeah. That is what it is, isn’t it.
#the locked tomb#the locked tomb meta#the unwanted guest#the unwanted guest spoilers#I wrote most of this right after reading tug for the first time but it's been so hard putting exactly what I mean into words#this is my best shot so far haha#I feel like a lot of a people have approached this lil 'revelation' a bit too... idk mechanistically? for my personal taste#I think it's far more thematically and metaphorically true than a scavenging hunt to see who's been rubbing off on who#spiritually. of course. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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You Flinched | 141 Headcannons
Don't mind me, just some 141 boys reacting to finding out reader has a history of abuse or DV. We all know that our boys would never harm a loved one, but I began thinking about them responding to their loved one being triggered. Because trauma isn't rational.
CW: DV mentioned/alluded to (not on-screen), trauma
Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, gn!reader
Word Count: 2,833
A/N: Yes this is self-indulgent because I have my own history and use my comfort characters to help. So I hope it can help someone else in the same way it helps me. Also forgive me, I threw it together on a whim and didn't really edit it.
Simon "GHOST" Riley
Simon is usually very careful with how he presents. He knows he's big, he knows he's intimidating, and most of all he knows what it's like to be vulnerable and scared of someone bigger than you. He knows when to use his voice/stature to his advantage (like on the battlefield) vs when to tone it down (like in private). He never wants to be scary to those he loves, ever. In fact, he wants his loved ones to have the opposite experience from what he had growing up.
That said, we all have our moments. It was, you both could admit, a silly argument over what ended up amounting to a non-issue. He was fresh back from the field and sleep-deprived and you had had a long shitty day and so a small disagreement became an argument. Somewhere in the bickering Simon decided he was over it. He stood, crumpling the paper he was holding into a fist and raising his voice, which he almost never did.
The combination of the fist and the yelling was what did it. He stood up so tall, so fast, and suddenly you were eight again, hiding in the cupboards and terrified to make a sound. Not knowing what would happen if you were found, but knowing for certain it wouldn't be good. When your parents went into their rages, there was nothing to do but hide and wait it out. As if reciting a dance you knew by heart, you shrank back, hands coming up defensively.
Simon noticed instantly, despite your best attempts to play it off. He knew all too well the look of a terrorized inner child and recognized it immediately in your pale face and shrinking posture. It broke his heart; he immediately regretted lashing out as it was, but this was even worse.
He'd step back, giving you space. He'd ask permission before approaching you and before hugging you, and once you gave it you'd be wrapped in an embrace that was both tender and hard as steel. He'd hold you for a long time, not saying anything. If you cracked and it all came spilling out, he'd listen intently. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd respect it and not breathe a word about it until you were ready. You could feel in his heartbeat his need to make you feel safe warring with his desire to find whoever made you afraid and teach them a lesson about fear.
Simon is a man of actions, not words, and he's never been a fan of "sorry" and instead prefers follow-through. Now, though, the word poured from his lips. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you forgave him wordlessly.
The next free time you both had, he'd surprise you by taking you to a shooting range. Another weekend, he'd teach you basic knife skills and how to throw a decent punch. If questioned, he'd say it was something he'd been meaning to do for a while with a dismissive shrug. But you had a hunch, even if he couldn't or wouldn't verbalize it, that he was sharing with you the ways he'd learned to overcome feeling powerless when he was younger. By learning to defend and fight back, you could take your agency back and walk into the world unafraid. It didn't matter that he'd grind anyone who bothered you into dust, because it was about you and making you feel empowered. Simon wasn't one to give you bouquets of flowers and poems, but he could give you this. And, slowly but surely, it started to work.
John "SOAP" Mactavish
You and Johnny were out with some mutual friends at the pub one night, drinking and having fun. Your boisterous Scotsman was ever the social butterfly, and he never failed to bring the party wherever he went.
You and a friend were laughing at something on your phone, and when you handed it Johnny to show him, you froze as your eyes saw an unmistakable silhouette over his shoulder. You recovered quickly, sure that it was a mistake, but not quickly enough. Johnny's face went serious as he studied your expression, which was suddenly tense.
You'd play it off, not wanting to ruin the good vibe. You'd even double check to reassure yourself that it wasn't him, but your stomach would sink once you looked back. In a corner of the bar, nursing a glass of dark liquor, was your ex. He noticed you at the same time, and the eye contact made you feel sick.
At this, Johnny would take a look for himself, and would pick out the man eyeing you from across the bar right away. After giving the man a once-over, he'd turn back to you.
"Is that who I think it is?" You'd nod. You had told him bits and pieces of how your ex treated you, but left out the worst of it lest Johnny go on a rampage to defend your honor. He's loyal to a fault and would not take kindly to anyone mistreating people he cared about.
The unfortunate thing was, being special forces came with an ability to read people and situations, and your reaction to seeing your ex filled in the gaps well enough for Johnny to understand what wasn't being said. You were scared, and the man seemed to know it by the smug expression he wore as he stared at you.
Rather than cause a scene, as you had feared, Johnny scooted so he completely blocked your view of the other man (and the man's view of you via his broad shoulders). Seamlessly, he'd continue the conversation with the folks around you as if nothing was amiss, despite his hand never leaving your thigh in a move that was at once possessive and reassuring. You leaned into the touch, comforted by Johnny's presence and relieved that the situation had seemingly blown over.
A bit later, Johnny announced he was going to the bar to get another round for the table. On instinct, your gaze shot to where your ex had been sitting, but his seat was now empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, your eyes turned to follow Johnny through the room. You could never get tired of looking at him. It wasn't until he reached the bar and clapped a fellow patron on the shoulder that you realized the individual he was talking to wasn't the bartender, but your ex who had moved seats. Keeping his hand on the man's shoulder, Johnny struck up a conversation like a true natural.
Oh no.
You braced for a commotion, but Johnny's expression and body language stayed friendly and open. You couldn't hear what he was saying to the man, and if asked he'd tell you he was just introducing himself. But when he let go of your ex's shoulder and flagged down the bartender to order a drink, the other man threw some money onto the bar and all but ran out the door.
The place would become a frequent haunt for your friend group, but you'd never see your ex darken the doorstep again after Johnny's talk with him. Good riddance.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You and Kyle had been going steady for a bit now, and you were excited to introduce him to your family. Well, most of your family. You didn't have a good relationship with your stepdad, and Kyle respected that it was a sore spot for you. He would never pry, but he could pick up on how your tone would change when your stepdad would come up in conversation, how your posture would change when your mom dragged him into the frame to say hello during your video chats.
A big family dinner was the perfect opportunity to introduce everyone to Kyle, and you were looking forward to it. Truly. You had a nice outfit picked out and Kyle bought some fancy wine to bring, hoping for a good first impression. He needn't have worried; your aunts and cousins all fawned over him, and your uncles were endlessly impressed by his stories from his job. Long story short, he was a hit.
He stayed by you all night, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he made conversation. At first, you chalked it up to being the new guy in the room, but the ease of his posture suggested he wasn't nervous. Rather, his frequent check-ins started to make it feel like his closeness was for your benefit. You were the one who was nervous, looking over your shoulder every few minutes praying you didn't see a certain face in the crowd. You loved your family, but get-togethers always came with a certain amount of anxiety. Every time your eyes strayed around the room, Kyle's followed, taking in the crowd. Even more frequently, you caught him sneaking glances at you, as if assessing if you were alright.
You were alright, until the front door opened and you heard a specific voice boom in greeting. Your mom and stepdad strode in, late as always, your mom carrying the casserole dish and your stepdad slapping a case of beer on the counter. Your demeanor changed immediately, shrinking yourself as if you could become invisible if you just hunched enough. It didn't work, of course, and they spotted you within seconds. Before you could react, Kyle was in front of you, placing himself between you and your parents with a smile and his hand out to shake.
"I'm Kyle, heard lots about you," he said neutrally, shaking hands with both of them. They turned to you, but Kyle spoke again. "How was the drive? Heard you had to come across that new expressway, have they finished that yet?"
It was like that the rest of the evening. Kyle remained an immovable barrier between you and your stepdad, keeping him engaged in conversation and unable to address you. You and your mom were able to slip away shortly to help set the table and catch up, and every time you snuck a glance at the men out of the corner of your eye, the view was the same: Kyle orienting himself as a physical wall, keeping you out of eyeshot. His body language was at-ease, his smile friendly enough, but his eyes were tight, not like they had been when talking with everyone else.
When everyone grabbed a seat, Kyle pulled a chair out for you before quickly stealing the spot next to you from your stepdad. You looked at him with gratitude and he squeezed your knee reassuringly under the table, all the while maintaining conversations with those around him as if nothing was amiss. If you hadn't already loved him, you certainly would have after that night.
Captain John Price
Ah, spring cleaning.
Well, it was November, but still. It's refreshing to get rid of old stuff and start anew, but it's also essential when you're combining two households. John had finally convinced you to move in with him, so the two of you were creating piles labeled "Keep" "Trash" and "Donate". Upon reaching the bottom of an old box labelled "Miscellaneous," you came upon something that had your stomach churning. Old records: Johnny Cash, the Sex Pistols, the Doors. You hadn't realized you had them, and you weren't particularly fond of who they belonged to.
You didn't realize you had frozen in place until John snapped you out of it, coming up behind you with a hand snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.
"Whatcha got, love?" He whistled when you showed him.
"The condition those are in, you could get a pretty penny. I didn't know you collected vinyl, I'd have bought a player."
"They're not... mine." You explained, as briefly as possible, that they were your ex's and must have gotten mixed up in your stuff when you split several years ago. He hummed in understanding.
"Right, then. To the garbage with it?"
It was the logical solution. He hadn't asked after them, so he must not miss them that badly. You would rather lie down in traffic than have any contact with him. But John's comment about their value stopped you from throwing them onto the "Trash" pile. Damn your too-kind heart, always causing problems.
It was easy enough to find your ex's contact info; you had changed your number after the split, he hadn't. Soon enough, you had agreed on a time for him to swing by and grab the stuff when he was free. The rest of moving made the days go by in a blur of organizing and unpacking and bickering over where the toaster should go and which wall to mount the TV on. That is, until you looked at your calendar and realized that it was today. This afternoon was the interaction you'd spent the week trying not to think about. You'd stepped around the box of his things all week, mentally blocking out why it was sitting in the front hall. You'd managed to stay busy, and bury your anxiety in the endless tasks that come with setting up a new home.
But time had run out, and in mere hours you were going to be face to face with someone you had once sworn never to see again. The realization made the room feel too small, made the air feel too warm, made you feel like you were suffocating. Suddenly you just had to get out.
"We need... yogurt." You blurted, walking too quickly and too loudly into the foyer to grab your keys.
"Yogurt? Right now?" John called from the kitchen.
"Yes, right now! For... for a recipe," you mustered, hoping you sounded convincing. This had been a mistake, a huge mistake, and your brain was screaming RUN! RUN! RUN! as loudly as it could. Hand on the doorknob, however, you froze. If you left, John would be here when your ex arrived. He'd answer the door, introduce himself, and hand off the items. Shouldn't that be ideal? No contact between you and him, simple and easy. But rather than provide relief, the thought made you sick to your stomach. It felt like a defiling almost, to think of him entering your new sanctuary and meeting the love you thought you'd never have. It felt wrong on every level, and your feet rooted to the spot in agreement.
"Still here, love?" John came into view, the book he'd been reading in hand, finger acting as a bookmark. "I was thinking, I could go if you wanted. Just text me what we need. Don't you have someone coming by?"
Yes - that's it, you thought. Have John go, get him away from here before he could arrive. You'd handle it on your own; you'd done it before.
Nodding, you stepped aside, slipping your shoes off next to the door. John put his book down and approached, taking your place and grabbing his keys off the hook. He turned to kiss your forehead, but stopped short and stared at you. He noticed for the first time that you were fidgety, as if anxious for him to leave when usually it was the exact opposite. His ever-observant eyes spent several seconds taking you in, and you knew as he asked the question that he already knew the answer.
"Everything alright?"
Of course it was! How silly to think otherwise! You began playing it off, the same way you had gotten so good at doing back when you and he were still together and your friends would ask you the same thing. Just hyper, just busy, just this, just that, always an excuse to avoid saying "I'm afraid." Afraid of what mood he'd be in, afraid of what awaited you when you two would be alone later. Fear you hadn't felt in a long time, but could feel now just as bone-deep as it had been back then. As if your body had stored it as muscle memory just in case this day came.
"Are you nervous about something?" It was another question you could tell he already knew the answer to, and you wanted to feel irked about it, but looking into those eyes you suddenly just felt tired. Tired of carrying the fear and the uncertainty alone. So you exhaled for a long time, and slowly told him exactly what you were nervous about.
It felt good to get it off your chest. Until now, no one had ever known the extent of what had gone on. You expected John to explode into some fit of hyper-masculine protectiveness like guys on TV, but he didn't. He listened to you talk, and then he nodded and sat on the couch, reopening his book on his lap.
"What are you doing?" You eyed him suspiciously, unable to believe that that was the end of the conversation.
"Well, I'm waiting right here. And when this lad knocks, I'm going to answer the door and have a little chat with him."
#who would have thought I'd get wordy writing about Price#it's my older man kink#can you tell the writer juices flowed as I kept writing#mwii headcannons#task force 141#141 headcanons#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#soap x reader#gaz x reader#price x reader#no use of y/n#ghost mwii#soap mwii#gaz mwii#price mwii
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YEAHHH OC DESIGNS BABEY!!!!! OK SO LIKE THESE PPL ARE LIKE THE MAGIC COUNCIL AND ITS THEIR JOB TO GUIDE AND PROTECT THEIR PEOPLE YAYAY!!!!
(NOTE: I DID NOT MAKE KAZEMIS PATTERN I FOUND IT HERE)
Character lore and ramblings below!!
ARKENAS MY BELOVED!!! Hes Filipino because i said so JKSDHDS
Hes wearing a zoot suit which is a suit originated from african americans and would become popular with italians, filipinos, mexicans etc AND LIKE ITS PERFFECT FOR ARKENAS Because this type of suits were typically worn by performers due to how its easy to move around in AND HE himself is a performer as hes a very well known magician and illusionist!
Hes more of a sillay guy always looking to entertain people, but his magical performances got so good that people were struggling discerning what was real or not, enough that he was was given the title of master!
He always tries to befriend Magnus but always kinda fails at it JKHDHSD
Magnus!!! He wasnt always so serious and brooding, in fact, he was a slick playboy back in the days. But because of uhhh many plotlines and backstory that will take too long to explain hes always feels sad and empty despite not knowing why...😲
IMOGEN MY BELOVED!!! She comes from Ireland!!
Shes known for her experimental ways of doing Alchemy, for not sticking to rules and regulations and doing whatever she wants, and in that way she had become the embodiment of alchemy in a way it is all about risky experimentation and she goes through with it because she likes the thrill!!
Because of this she had done many contributions to the field of Alchemy, despite being deemed "unproffesional" by others
She also likes to do flirty teasing with Valentina because she thinks its cute how she reacts and crumbles HEHE
VALENTINA!!!!! ONE OF MY FAV DESIGNS IVE EVER MADE🥺 Im so happy with the way she looks!! She was initially gonna be the master of ALL the elements, but because her design turned out too look more Earthy and Firey, i only made her master of that!
She has like rich posh aristocracy vibes and owns various fashion businesses while also doing her duties as a magicia master! 🙏 SLAY
As for her design i really wanted to give of posh businesswoman whos also fashionable!
Lowkey has a crush on Imogen but is in denial <3 Valentina is also besties with Kazemi and they like to gossip all the drama over tea <3
KAZEMI MY WIFE MY EVERYTHING I LOVE YOUUUUU AUGH Shes also one of my fav designs along with Valentina!! Shes also from Japan >:]
Ive actually done quite abit of research on her name AND KAZEMI IS LITERALLLY THE MOST PERFECT NAME BECAUSE IT MEANS WATER OR WIND WHICH IS WHERE SHES MASTER AT...,, AND TOMIKAWA MEANS RICHES AND ALSO RIVER OR STREAM AND LIKE IT RELATES TO HER BECAUSE SHES WORKED SO HARD TO GET TO HER POSITION AS SHE ALWAYS KNEW SHE WAS DESTINED FOR PROSPERITY AND WEALTH RAAAA but if anyone like actually knows more abt japanese names and thinks that the name could be improved PLEASE DONT HESITATE TO DM 🙏
But yes due to how she more on the polite and demure side and her magic being water and wind, shes more underestimated and seen as more 'weak' than the others. But just how the seas can be gentle and also be a terrifying, great force, she can be too 🥺
Shes trying to court Samara btw 🥺 she relates to Samara in a way where their magic is underestimated due to how it looks "harmless", but both actually having the ability to do great harm if you know how to do it. Shes seen that Samara can do harm and damage if she wanted to, and she was like 'i want her" JKSDHJSHD
SAMARA!!! 🥺 Shes more of the precise, rational, proffesional type! Always wanting everything to be clean and pristine, thats why she mainly wears white. Shes also Arabic :D
Shes known as one of the greatest healers in the world, known for her quickness and precision, basically knows every body part and muscle and veins and how to heal it as well as how to damage it!! ^-^
As for her veil type i used a niqab! Well a half niqab specifically, as it doesnt cover the entire half of the body. Their design is influenced by Arabic fashion as well as like nurse doctor outfits in the 1900s :D
Figuring out her name was a bit tricky because im not familiar with Arabic names and i also didnt want to go to babynames.com for it because i know its a bit more complicated but i managed to get help from friends who are more qualified n knowledgable about arabic names😭 THANK YOU @lastcookieontheplate MY DEAR FRIEND
AND AND she doesnt want to admit it but she gets flustered and blushy whenever Kazemi does her courting attempts <3 HEEHEE
ANYWAYS THATS ALL OF EM!!!!! Say "BERRI IS SO PRETTY AND COOL" If youve reached this far!
#star chronicles art#BOOM#IM SO PROUD OF THESE RARARARARARA#I think i pushed myself out a bit of my usual design comforts!!#By like really using shapes as well as using patterns and textures#as well as how the shapes tell the personality of the character#By the way this is all set in around 1920s america!#you must be asking berri if this is set in murica why r they all not white-SHHH ITD BE BORING AS FUKKCCKK#And also lots of immigrants came around late 1800s onwards which included but not limited to people from ireland japan philippines etc#i also have done so much research in terms of 1920s clothing and styles for each of them#SObbing crying i mean research is fun and also a bit hectic BUT ALSO FUN#im not grammar checking tihs btw. its 3am
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taylor, nando and you - fa14
pairing: Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x Taylor Swift
summary: As rumours sparked up that your secret boyfriend was dating Taylor Swift, you joke about having to lose the competition to the all mother.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: just mother mothering, age of reader is not defined, cheating allegations, only if you squint
note: enjoy this about the allegations with Fernando and our mother :)
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Is Fernando Alonso dating Taylor Swift?
Good Morning Los Angeles
Alonso who competes with the British car manufacture ‘Aston Martin’ is being linked with the multiple Grammy winner and singer-songwriter Taylor Swift. Between the singer and race-car-driver speculations have been mounting the last few days of them possibly dating.
The Spaniard even adds fuel to the whole dating sparks igniting a fire between them. The F1 driver posts a TikTok with Swift’s song Karma playing in the background. Fans read between the lines and reacted to the Video with comments such as “He definitely knows” or “Alexa play ‘I think he know’ by Taylor Swift”.
Taylor, recently going through a breakup and Alonso that has not been linked with a girlfriend of his, this means that the possibility of the driver and singer dating has just grown. With Taylor Swift breaking up with long-term boyfriend Joe Alwyn, which is why people might try to put two and two together and speculate that the American and the F1 driver might be dating.
April 2023
The article laid open on your phone, having just read the post from Good Morning Los Angeles. Your brain roamed a thousand thoughts. Nando and Taylor? You and Nando have been dating secretly for the past two years, with you working as a kindergarten teacher, you wouldn’t want to have the media on you all day. Wanting to protect the children and their identity and also yours. You weren’t ready to step a foot into the famous world. But dating rumours including Nando did kind of hurt you. And Taylor Swift of all the famous women he could have been linked with.
You know the rumours weren’t true, because he was dating you and how in the world would Nando have connections to be dating the All Mother? But you knew, you wouldn’t stand a chance against her. It is Taylor Swift after all – a twelve-time Grammy winner and over all just a goddess.
Fernando was standing in the kitchen and preparing lunch for them. Not having known about the dating rumours with him and Taylor Swift. His hips swaying lightly to music in the background. Humming lightly and swaying from left to right, his body lightly dancing around the stove.
Fernando was everything you wanted in a man. Kind and genuine, soft, and sweet and just in general perfect for you. Your relationship was written by a woman, Taylor Swift by all means. He is the man you had never thought to be true.
You heard your boyfriend singing in the kitchen and your thoughts about him possibly cheating left your mind. This man would never do anything to harm you or anyone particularly. So, thinking about your man dancing and swinging in the kitchen, preparing a meal for you to eat, you had to start smiling.
Shuffling towards the kitchen you saw him put the dishes away and whistling to Karma by Taylor Swift. It was ironic, you reading about the allegations with him and Taylor and Nando just dancing to her song.
“You know there are rumours about you dating Taylor Swift?”, with a light smile on your face you watched as he turned his body towards you. “What? Who?”, his face twisted to a confused look. You starred at him with a blank face, blinking at him. “She sings the song you’re listening to right now”, your voice confused and filled with humour. “Oh, her. No, I didn’t know. Should I have known?” A light smiled played on your lips. You just loved his simplicity, not caring about what others think about him or you and just making his own opinion on things.
“Do you think it’s true?”, concern grazed his look. He didn’t want you to think that way about him. He didn’t want you to think, that he’s keeping this relationship a secret to have other romantic relations.
“No, of course not, my love”, your voice light and a smile on your face. “I just find it funny, I just read an article about it and now you’re dancing to her in the kitchen making me lunch.”
“I only have eyes for you, corazón”, brown eyes staring into yours. Your heart was pounding heavy, filled with love and affection for the man standing in front of you. “I know, but you know if I really had to compete with Taylor Swift, she’d win, no, I’d steal her from you, what am I talking about, she’s so mother”, you told him. Taylor Swift was everybody’s crush, even if they didn’t know it. “What? I don’t understand, you would date your mother?” Fernando was visibly confused, not understanding the terminology.
“Oh Nando, no, if someone is mothering or someone say’s they’re so mother, they don’t mean their actual mother. It’s a term used for respecting powerful women, just like Taylor Swift”, having been on the internet, it was not the first time about hearing women mothering. But Fernando has heard of this term for the first time.
“When we’re already talking about the internet, did you post a TikTok recently?”, thinking back about the article that said, that Nando was igniting a fire between them with a TikTok. “A what, corazón? A Clock?” – “No, a TikTok, oh c’mon Nando, you’re not that old, you know what a TikTok is!” Your light-hearted laugh made him smile, you were right, he knew what a TikTok was, he just wanted to see you smile. But he would have to disagree about the not being so old part, because he definitely felt old sometimes.
“I did, my social media manager made me post one, but I don’t remember about what exactly, I was just sitting there and had to wink”, he explained and took out some plates to place your lunch on. Having almost forgotten about the food, you smiled at him and had to chuckle lightly. “I saw it, it was to the song you were just dancing to, according to Good Morning Los Angeles you ignited a fire between you and Taylor”, you laughed at him.
You were grateful for having such a good relationship with Fernando, laughing, and smiling in the kitchen, and joking about cheating allegations. He was proud to have a girlfriend like you, so secure in yourself and proud that even those rumours weren’t making you insecure. He was glad to have someone by his like you. He never wanted to lose you.
“I love you so much, mi corazón”, having two plates in his hand and walking towards you he couldn’t hug you, so he just opted for a quick but passionate kiss to your lips. “I love you too, old man.”
#fernando alonso#f1#f1 x reader#fernando alonso x reader#taylor swift#taylor swift x reader#taylor swift x f1#formula 1#f1 au#Spotify
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Hello! Could I plz request where Luxiem (separately) react to their s/o being a cute neko vtuber who doesn't understand dirty jokes or anything sexual? It's ok if no!
with a s/o who is innocent. w/ luxiem
✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]
✧ content: the two most unseiso people trying to be seiso - they're trying, headcanons
✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.
✧ a/n: i did debate whether or not to do this since it does border what i don't write, but then again it would be a nice challenge to try and write without making this too sexual. and hello! sorry for a sudden disappearance, i was on a cruise since yesterday and used the time off to just rest!
✧ Not all too bothered by it, he makes a few borderline suggestive jokes here and there once in a blue moon, and it's relatively jokes you understand too and you both get a kick out of it.
✧ However, is the victim to explaining whatever dirty joke other people do if you happen to do a collab together, better for the lover to teach you something than anyone else after all!
✧ Laughs about it nervously when you ask what it means, and if you don't drop it he'll just smile and go: "I'll tell you later," and he's a man of his words, when he tells you and he sees you blink a couple of times as the information processes before your face slowly goes red he chuckles, patting you on the head.
✧ Is also the victim when you however use a certain innuendo or sexual joke without knowing what it truly means. He will make a surprised sound when you throw it out, stammer a bit and ask if you know what it means. And when you reply no, but you've heard the others say it a lot he just sighs: "Babe, that has a more sexual meaning than you think-" "... Oh."
✧ Doesn't mind it either, Ike is someone who doesn't actively participate nor like saying sexual innuendos or jokes often too. His form of interacting with sexual media is through his personal interests that he doesn't see the need to share with others unless asked personally after all.
✧ Groans super loudly whenever a dirty joke is passed around in a bit of bigger collabs, his usual reaction. But with you present he does take care of you a bit more, asking if you would like him to explain what it meant.
✧ No he's not embarassed about having to explain, but he will try to explain the context of it without being too explicit. Most of the time it just leads to another liver telling you what it means straight up and Ike just groans before nodding: "Yeah, that's basically what it means."
✧ Does ask after the collab if you weren't too uncomfortable though, he knows you're aware it's all in jest and often times he sees that you laugh even when you don't understand, but there's no harm in asking if you're okay about these topics.
✧ He is as clueless as you. His repetoire of sexual jokes is literally all the deez nuts or sugma jokes he haunts everyone with. As his lover you're no exception, if anything you get to hear that 10x more than any other liver.
✧ As such, when you're clueless about a joke, he is of no help because chances are he is as confused as you and need someone to explain it to him as well. It leads to some cute moments of obliviousness from the two of you though, because you both will react the same way. Laugh and then ask what that joke actually meant.
✧ However, I do think Luca picks up the fact a joke is sexual quicker than you, so he will try change topics, or try to turn what could become a sexual joke into another one of his iconic: deez nuts joke. Mafia man might not know the sexual side of the world, but he will still shield you!
✧ When you use a sexual joke that he understand, he malfunctions a tiny bit. Just goes: "Oh... Hahaha, p-pog," because what else is he going to say? He's beet red from hearing those words slip from your mouth.
✧ Literally the first time you two met he greeted with you: "Naaw, will you give me some milkies?" and when he saw your model tilt to the side with a slight frown he just knew that you wouldn't understand whatever dirty joke he threw at you.
✧ And he's tried, he's tried so much after that to be tame. Like yes he still swears to high heaven and hell, but he does make an effort to be somewhat more seiso around you.
✧ And as much as you appreciate it, you don't want to restrain him so when you tell him that you're fine with him being like his usual self because that's why you fell for him in the first place, his barely there filter just flies off.
✧ Sexual innuendos thrown around, some at you and some at others. Questionable reactions whenever you get mad at him whenever you collab: "Mmm, yes please yell at me more," and you just stop and stare at him: ".... Okay everyone so that's it for today's collab," No- wait I'm sorry I'll stop baby, I love you!"
✧ Ngl, I feel like Vox form of dirty talk would be weaved into his way of speaking. He can recite poetry or a story, and then suddenly hit you with something incredibly erotic or sexual and you're just left processing for a second because - wow that caught you off guard.
✧ When it goes a couple of very awkward seconds with the two of you just staring at each other, you in confusion and Vox waiting for a reaction, it takes you opening and mouth and going: "Was that supposed to mean something?" for Vox to realize that: oh, oh his dear lover is quite the innocent one.
✧ Oddly enough finds you quite adorable when you don't get most sexual jokes besides the very upfront and basic ones. Aww's and swoons whenever you go silent before quietly asking: "What does that mean?" and he's just: "Oh you sweet thing, let me tell you it basically means-" and Reimu is screaming at him to not tell you a single thing.
✧ If you're still curious off stream though and ask Vox about it, he will chuckle and lean closer with a closed eye smile: "Don't worry dear," he will reassure, "When you're ready, you'll know in due time." Take that statement however you would like.
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The First Days... (A COTH Story)
It was a night like any other in a small town known as Aislinn in the southern part of Mobius. Everything was quiet and Plutonium The Mongoose was sitting up in her bed, unable to sleep because of a mild case of insomnia.
Her husband, Copper, was asleep next to her, but he moved in a strange way. Plutonium didn't notice, of course, as she was too absorbed in the book she was reading. That was until he made a strange, almost eerie gurgling noise. She quickly turned to her husband, worried, and as soon as she did, he grabbed her.
With a broad smile on his face, his eyes were pure white, his mouth a gape and tears rolling down his face, he spoke in a slightly echoed voice. "You should go to sleep, join me in the world of dreams... Everything will be better, everything will be perfect, we can live better lives... You just need to sleep like I am. Go to sleep Plutonium The Mongoose."
Plutonium herself pushed him away from her, screaming at the top of her lungs. The sight before her frightened her beyond anything she could understand. She quickly ran out of her bedroom door and blocked it off with a chair, huffing and puffing, "C-Coppy hun, you just stay in there. I'll figure out what's going on. Don't worry!" She was determined to find out what had happened to her husband.
Copper began to slowly hit the door. Although he wasn't that strong, he spoke in that echoing quiet voice once more, "You needn't run... He will find you soon and we'll be joined together in our eternal sleep, where all our needs will be met."
Plutonium found the words coming out of her husband's mouth. Clearly, he wasn't in control of himself. All she needed to do was to find help, so she went to go open her door hoping someone, anyone even would be at the hospital.
But as soon as she opened the door, she looked up in horror, her hand still on the doorknob as she looked up at the sky. It wasn't black and full of stars, as one would expect at 3 am. Everything was a dark crimson. And the sun still seemed to be out, being a blinding white. Most of the grass on her front lawn even seemed to be a shade of purple.
So many thoughts ran thru the woman's head as she saw all that had changed in a matter of hours, but she didn't have long to process this as she heard a loud crash with some screaming and saw a few of her through running in fear while others slowly and calmly walked after them.
All the ones who were walking calmly all had the same looks as her husband did, their eyes white as snow, tears leaking down their faces.
And something she didn't notice before was a strange symbol on their chests, a sort of marking perhaps.
She didn't have long to react properly though, as a shadow soon loomed over her and all the mobians with the symbols on their chests turned to face her, staring blankly with wide smiles on broad faces. The looming shadow couldn't be seen, not at first just covering her and her entire house in a thick shadow.
The eyes of the affected mobians lighted the darkness slightly, before a small eye with a black pupil appeared where the shadow was being cast from and it grew larger within moments, and finally, the one behind the shadow could be seen.
It looked like Sonic The Hedgehog but his face seemed to be a black void, with an eye in the middle of it that stared right down at her, his arms were also skeletal with rings around them and a sort of cape around his neck attached to which he could be seen as like chaos emeralds.
The towering hedgehog was 75 feet tall and as Plutonium looked up in terror, the figure spoke in a rough, deep, echo-laced voice, one almost in a similar manner to her husband's voice.
"Little Mongoose, you needn't threaten, you needn't worry... Rest your weary head for its time for bed, time to rest and help others like yourself rest, for I am the one they call Zepperaith and I've come to your town to help you and everyone here sleep... And dream sweetly into the forever night. I mean no harm, no anger, all I want to do is help... The question I ask is simple... Do you accept me?"
There Plutonium stood and shook in fear for a few minutes, the voices of her neighbors all saying at once, "Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, sleep like us, we're all happy, don't you want to be happy too?"
Plutonium shook her head before she screamed out of fear and anger, "I'LL NEVER JOIN YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO MY NEIGHBOURS, MY FRIENDS OR MY HUSBAND. BUT I WILL FIND OUT AND I WILL STOP YOU, YOU MONSTER!"
The Mongoose then ran away as fast as her legs could carry her out of town, while everyone else was gathered up and put into a sleep by Zepperaith. Of course, with his power and speed, he could easily find the mongoose. But he proceeded to giggle and put his hand to his face, finding her attempt to run from him quite entertaining.
He just wanted to help her and everyone in Mobius, but he'd let her run for now, wanting to see what she did for the sake of his own entertainment. In just a few days, he'd track her down again, but for now, he turned his sights on the town.
"Sheep, Sheep, Sheep... It's time for sleep. Rest your heads. It's time for bed... You need not worry about me for I'm your friend till the very end and all I want to do is help you all : )"
He spoke out loud to anyone in the town who could hear him he had not been put into a slumber. Plutonium herself just kept on running. She had to find help. She would save her husband ... right?
ONLY TIME WOULD TELL.
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IWTV E4 “A Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child’s Demanding.” Claudia discussing how it feels to escape poverty to being adopted into wealth, struggling in her existence without peers even during her second childhood and how she does not even care to have the veneer of mortal manners around Louis’s family, what Charlie as her last peer meant to her, and her mortal upbringing prior to Lestat + Louis.
And I realized, what I thought was Heaven was just some nice room. And what I thought were angels were really hell demons.
Uncle Les and Daddy Louis were rich. They had nice clothes and a nice auto carriage and a funny way of being nice to each other.
I gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up, so there's less kids to play with...
Daddy Lou said I had been away from people too long. I didn't know how to behave right anymore. But Uncle Les said, I behaved just fine.
Diary, his name is Charlie. He's got veins like rivers. They flow right down his arms. …Charlie's death ushered in one of the darkest eras in our lives. The oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered. For Claudia, all humans died with Charlie.
And, diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth... whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, "Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?" Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fսcking paper diary, I'm doin' just fine. (diary pages read aloud as Claudia self harms at the end of e4)
IWTV E5 “A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart”. Claudia discussing her life/reckoning with the fate of her premature existence.
"Dear Diary, am I gonna be a virgin every single time I do it? Won't my skin down there grow back like my hair does when I cut it?"
Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other. Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I’m not human. What human would want me? Perverts? Like the uncle at the roomin' house who used to watch me pee? Or little boys? And 40 years from now... still little boys? How are you gonna fix it, huh?… (turns to Louis) [Lestat] treats us like shit and you just take it! And you, [turns to Lestat] cruel as the devil ever made, to deny me one love when you’ve got two.
[Talking to Louis in her room after the confrontation at the dinner table] I remember the night I was made, the fire chokin' me, you carryin' me out through the flame and the smokes. But then why'd you take me home? Why not a hospital? …. But I was breathin'! Maybe I'd have a handsome husband by now. Or maybe he'd be plain but with a good disposition. That'd be fine, too. I'd be sweepin' floors, makin' dinners, nursin' babies. Maybe I'd go to church. You think on that some.
How does Claudia react after her rape? She exhibits textbook behaviors.
Co-dependency.
I spend time following Louis and Lestat now that I am my own woman... with no obvious sense of why I follow them, other than meaning slowly disintegrates without them...My companions in immortality.
but wait.. u might ask: doesn’t this contradict what she said years earlier in this same episode about wanting ‘her own Lestat and Louis’? is this Louis or Armand somehow forging Claudia’s diary? or is this a rape victim shortly after the actual experience struggling with her emotional+ mental state and in that frame of mind going back to the immortal family she finds to be a more familiar sort of ‘evil’ than the unknown vampire that raped her, especially after witnessing Louis weep over the grave Grace made of him? to Claudia here, being Louis’s ‘sister’ is balm put onto a bleeding wound.
Hypervigilance over her wider situation ad an Enmeshment with Louis, as they both have endured incredibly traumatizing events (with Claudia being raped + shortly after, witnessing Louis being beaten) and are without Lestat for six years following the end of E5 picking up the pieces. it is Claudia who tends to Louis in his most vulnerable here, and Louis struggles with that, wanting to be ‘her knight in vengeful black’ in return.
She's grown very protective of me. That's what this is. It's why it's hard. She came back altered when she left us. There's a darkness in her that wasn't there before. Give her a little time. [Louis is trying to appease Lestat here in their ‘compromise’, but there is a key bit of truth in his observations here.]
Claudia learned very early on, as early as E4 when Louis asked her mentally about Charlie, how to block her mind off from Louis. and with her traumatic experiences, its all but said that hypervigilance protects her mind further (as shown in the S2 trailer when Armand comments on it). When Lestat steals her from off the train, he also threatens her:
Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket, and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.
Is it any wonder Claudia draws the comparison to Bruce when she talks to Louis, especially when Louis in the season finale plays the role of a honey trap to the very same lover who almost ‘killed Louis’, as Claudia [and Daniel alike] frame the ending of E5 as abuse + attempted murder, as Claudia seethes , is ‘done enduring?’ and just before she creates her own murder plan:
Or did you kill him, like you did Antoinette, and how you tried to do with Louis?
I have to wonder why, over a year from airing, blogs and reviews claiming to be dedicated to the series rehash the most juvenile questions that the episodes themselves directly answer? How can S2 spec or complex discussion occur, if callout PSAs shutting down any sort of canon-compliant discussion is the way to go? If people constantly exhibit their refusal to meet the show where its at and engage the material for what it is, where can we go from here? AMC IWTV is very didactic. ‘The absence of metaphor is striking’. Yet for all the waxing about loving ‘fucked-up gothic romance’, there is a willful ignorance in understanding where & what makes the situation fucked up to begin with. Or even an interest in understanding the basics of the setting!
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moving on [one] // alicia clark
summary: desperate times call for desperate measures and you're forced to join a dangerous gang to keep you and you sister alive. But when you realise just how dangerous they are, you worry about what their influence can have on your sister.
warning/s: mentions of violence, blood, injury and death.
author's note: here’s the first part to an alicia clark imagine i recently worked on. i still miss her lol but it’s great to see Alycia in a variety of roles lately – she deserves it and her acting was wasted on ftwd! still miss Alicia tho so if you do too, i hope you guys like this one! 🥰
some things to note: y/s/n = your sister's name and this is set in season 3 before June reveals herself as June, so she’s called Naomi in this in case anyone is confused or forgot the show aha
also, shameless plug but i’ve shared the first two chapters of my new story on my wattpad account (linked below) and i’d appreciate if you checked it out and let me know what you think! it’s a girl x girl drama fantasy romance ☺️
okay you can enjoy now aha ♥️
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"You find anything?"
I refrained from cursing as I answered, "Nothing. Everything has been taken."
My sister, Y/S/N, sighed from the other side of the convenience store. "That's the fourth place in a row. We can't keep doing this."
I frowned, glad she couldn't see my expression. "Hang on. There might be something."
Pushing myself from behind the counter, I moved over to the long-defrosted freezers, hoping someone might have stored something there. Only, before I could take a look, the noise of a bell from the front door rang out and I immediately grabbed my pistol, directing there.
"Woah, woah, woah. Relax, ladies!"
I clenched my jaw when I recognised the man as the leader of a local gang, Jeremy. Behind him were a few of his people, all fully armed but making no move to grab their weapons.
"Small world, it seems," Jeremy joked, glancing between my sister and I. When neither of us said anything, he added, "There's no need for the guns. We're here same as you. Looking for supplies."
Reluctantly, I lowered my gun but kept it firm in my grip. I glanced over at Y/S/N, wondering why she didn't do a better job of keeping watch.
"So, did you find anything?" he continued, speaking to me.
I purposely stayed quiet, fixing my narrowed stare on him. Everywhere we went since arriving in Texas a few weeks ago, we bumped into Jeremy and his gang. It started off as us avoiding him, but after bumping into him accidentally and him recognising us over and over, he always offered us a place with him. He rubbed me the wrong way and he never gave up. I half expected him to kill us out of convenience since we were searching for the same things in the same areas. But he always let us go and I didn't want to imagine why.
"It's been picked clean," Y/S/N answered for me, and I shot her a questioning look which she chose to ignore.
Jeremy hummed in response, glancing around. "We'll be on our way then." He glanced at me, smiling in a way that made me uncomfortable. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We all live here after all. We can help each other out."
I swallowed thickly, grip tightening on my gun.
"You're welcome to join us," he added with a nod. "You know where to find us if you ladies change your mind."
After a tense few seconds, he finally left with his people and I didn't fully relax until I heard his truck driving away.
"He's always–"
"Weren't you keeping watch?!" I cut Y/S/N off, staring at her with disbelief. "They just walked right in!"
"I know, I know," she said quickly, frowning. "Sorry."
Massaging the bridge of my noise, I released a breath. Being angry was no use. Besides, it wasn't her I was angry at.
"If he wanted to hurt us, he would have by now," Y/S/N added hesitantly, knowing how I'd react. "I don't think he means harm."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah, no harm. Just wants us to join his stupid gang."
"Would that be so bad?"
Pausing, I looked to her with a warning look. "Don't start."
Thankfully, she left it at that. The last thing I wanted to hear were her thoughts on how we needed their help to survive. Of course, my life wasn't so easy.
Later that same evening, after no luck searching for supplies, Y/S/N and I were camping out in a derelict building, eating the last of our rations. I had a map spread out between us, trying to figure out where we could move to next that may serve us better luck. But almost everywhere was touched apart from farmhouses and a baseball stadium. None of that could help us. And I feared where that would leave us.
"We could try to find a working car and either drive to some of these farmhouses, or make our way out of Texas altogether," I suggested, pointing to the route on the map.
"All the gas will be taken from the cars out there," Y/S/N said disappointedly.
"Okay, well we can try to find some garages. Maybe there's still some old cars in there with fuel," I tried, but even saying it aloud felt pointless.
"Y/N..."
"Fine, not that, but we can't stay here," I decided. "Just– let me think."
It went quiet as I racked my brain for a way out, a plan. We'd officially used up all our food, couldn't find more and had no mode of transport. We were lucky enough to have the few bullets in our guns that we did, but even those were close to running out.
"Y/N, maybe we should consider taking up Jeremy on his offer," Y/S/N said after a moment.
I glanced up at her, seeing the regret in her expression next to the fire.
"I know you don't want to, but they have food, supplies, protection," she continued, sucking up a breath. "It's our only choice."
"I don't trust them," I told her, shaking my head. "They aren't family. They won't look out for you like I will. We can find another way."
"I don't think we can," she said with a frown. "It's been weeks. We haven't settled. There's nothing here. At least they have a place to call home. Food. If we keep going like this, we're gonna die."
"No, we won't," I said stubbornly. "We've lasted this long without help from Jeremy." Even his name in my mouth made me uncomfortable. "We'll figure something out."
"Y/N!" she said suddenly, making me look up. Softer this time, she said, "We don't have a choice."
I hated that she was right. I could stay up all night looking over this map, but nothing would work. We'd pushed our luck and now we were desperate. And Jeremy and his stupid gang were the only ones we could turn to for help – anyone else we'd met out here was either struggling themselves or on the verge of death.
"Okay," I said, already knowing it was the wrong choice. "We'll find him tomorrow."
I swear I saw a hint of a smile on Y/S/N's lips and I wasn't so sure why she liked them so much. They had always tried to convince her to join. Looks like they were both getting what they wanted.
To my dismay, Jeremy accepted Y/S/N and I into his gang with open arms. I still didn't understand what he could want from us so bad, maybe just some new recruits, but he let us join and had that stupid knowing smile on his face when we did. He'd never explicitly done anything bad to us, but something about him and his people rubbed me the wrong way. Their nonchalant, easygoing attitude to this new world was a discomfort to me and definitely not something I wanted my little sister and I to be around, but we had no choice.
We stayed with them a month and it was as comfortable as I was expecting. They were always on the move, setting up different camps in different areas and changing it every other day. Y/S/N and I helped out with the community side of things, but Jeremy insisted we joined him on the supply runs. Y/S/N and I were decent shots and good at defending ourselves which he'd clearly noticed. So, we started to do that, too. I hated it, wanting the very opposite of this life now that we had somewhere to stay. But Y/S/N loved it. She was enjoying our time here, especially working under Jeremy and his second-in-command, Tia. It worried me a little.
After that month of somewhat living and not just surviving, Y/S/N and I were on a supply run with Jeremy, Tia and a few others. As we were driving down the open stretch of land, I noticed a person fighting off some infected off the side of the road and grew worried.
"They need help," I realised, patting Jeremy on the shoulder and leaning forward. "We have to stop."
Jeremy tried not to laugh in the front seat. "Not our problem."
I looked to my sister with raised eyebrows, but she stayed quiet and shrugged. Refusing to do nothing, I tried again with Jeremy.
"Please, we can help him! It's just a few infected!"
"I don't remember bringing Mother Teresa with us, do you?" Tia joked, making everyone except my sister and I laugh.
We were coming past the guy now and I had a closer look at him struggling to fight off the two infected with nothing but a baseball bat.
"We can't just leave him!" I shouted. "Please! I'll do it!"
Jeremy suddenly hit the brakes, making us all fly forward. Surprised, I looked to him and saw he was already grabbing his gun.
"You want me to help? Fine. I'll help," he said, meeting my gaze in the rear view mirror. "Wait here. All of you."
Relieved, I nodded and watched as he got out the truck and approached the guy with his gun. Like second nature, he shot both infected in the head with only two bullets. They fell in an instant and I sighed with relief, glad we could at least help somebody whilst with Jeremy and reaping the 'rewards'.
"Thank you so much, man," the stranger was saying with relief, pushing himself from the ground. "I owe you my–"
Without warning, Jeremy fired a third shot at the stranger's head, making him fall to the ground as quickly as the infected did. I gasped, covering my mouth as I watched Jeremy shake his head and walk back to the truck.
"Happy now?" he asked rhetorically, glancing at me with a sigh before starting the truck again.
Like nothing had happened, he continued on his way and nobody said a word. I seemed to be the only one who was mortified by his actions – he'd just killed an innocent person! When I looked over to Y/S/N, she gave me a warning look and shook her head as if telling me not to say anything. I couldn't tell if she was as surprised as I was or not.
When we returned to camp afterwards, I rushed straight to my tent, needing to be away from Jeremy and his gang and everybody here. How could he do that without remorse? He barely batted an eye. That definitely wasn't his first kill– murder.
"Y/N," Y/S/N followed after me breathlessly. "God, you walk fast."
"Y/S/N, what the fuck?!" I whisper shouted, looking to her with watery eyes. "He just murdered an innocent man!"
She didn't say anything, only frowned.
"I knew there was something off about him, about this place," I said, shaking my head and covering my mouth. I didn't realise I was shaking until I did. "We can't stay here. Who knows what else he's capable of? How many others he's killed?"
"Y/N, I'm not defending him, but maybe he had a reason," Y/S/N said weakly. "Maybe the guy was bit and was going to die anyway."
I blinked, taken aback by her words. "What? How can you say that? You saw it with your own eyes, he did it for his own enjoyment! That's fucked!"
She sighed slowly, hands on her hips. I suddenly felt like I was in a tent with a stranger when I realised she wasn't reacting like I was. She was acting like this was normal.
"We need this place," she decided. "We need their food, their home, their weapons. We're alive because of them. We can't leave."
"And we can't stay," I said with a glare. "If we associate with people like this, then what does that make us?"
She clenched her jaw, meeting my glare with her own. "Tell me a better way. Go on. Tell me another plan for survival." I didn't know what to say and she knew it. "You tell me where we go after this and I will happily leave with you right now. Go on."
Clenching my fists by side, I looked away from her and she scoffed.
"Exactly, there's nowhere," she stated bitterly. "All you do is complain. But you don't have a solution."
Swallowing hard, I tried to remain calm. "Y/S/N, we can't be around people like this. It's not safe."
"It's not safe out there either," she reminded me with a firm stare, before her gaze softened. "Look. If you can figure out a plan B, then we can leave."
"You promise?"
She nodded, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. "I promise."
I didn't want to be here for a second longer, but I wasn't going to leave my sister behind. So, my next priority was finding a plan B. Somewhere that wasn't here. And the sooner the better because I feared Y/S/N wouldn't want to leave if I waited too long.
"Are you sure this place is empty?" I asked Tia, clutching my gun tightly.
"Why? You scared or something?" she retorted with a smirk.
I chose not to reply as I followed behind everyone. We were on yet another supply run barely two months later, except this one was to an abandoned campsite for a rival gang that had long departed this area. Intel had it that they hadn't returned in weeks, hence our plan to stop by and see if there was anything left. But it seemed everybody here had a death wish and nobody was cautious.
"Y/N, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't safe," Y/S/N reassured me, but I could see her smiling with amusement at Tia's joke.
Just as I had feared, Y/S/N was beginning to love it here. And I couldn't exactly ask her to leave again because I still didn't have a plan B, not a sustainable one anyway.
"Okay, for Y/N's sake, everyone open your eyes and ears and spread out," Jeremy ordered, making the others laugh. "Try not to piss your pants at the sight of infected."
I rolled my eyes but kept close to Y/S/N. As we all stepped further into the building, I looked around and saw it truly had been abandoned, little evidence showing somebody had lived here recently. It didn't make sense though. This rival gang wouldn't just leave.
"I think there's something over here," Jeremy realised, motioning with his rifle to the corner of the room. "Follow me."
He stepped forward casually and I wouldn't have cared if it weren't for a wire sticking out the corner of the wall getting my attention. I followed it with my eyes, confused to where it was leading, but only when it was too late did I realise what it was. Eyes widened, I shouted to Jeremy.
"Don't take another–!"
I couldn't remember much after that. There was an excruciatingly loud bang and then everything went black. When I came to, my ears were ringing and I felt like I could hear the blood rushing in my head. My vision was crossed over, blurring images of smoke, fire and debris. I wasn't sure how long I'd been lying there, but when I was finally able to keep my eyes from crossing over, I saw I was on the floor, covered in debris and ash. Blinking, I realised half the ceiling had collapsed and everything was on fire.
Y/S/N was the first thing on my mind and I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. My body was numb, lungs begging for fresh air and eyes watering in the heat. I turned my head, glad I could at least do that, and squinted to see around me. I couldn't see any bodies, but then I heard snarling and knew infected were in the vicinity. I needed to get up!
"Y/N!" I heard my name being called and turned my head to the direction, recognising it as my sister's voice. "Y/N!"
More snarling. The infected were on my side of the fire, closing in.
"Y/N!" Y/S/N screamed again, and I finally saw her on the opposite side, searching for me. Her eyes found mine and I wanted to call for her help, but I could barely breathe. There was a pain, but I didn't know where.
"We have to go, Y/S/N, come on!" another voice said, and I saw Jeremy beside her, yanking her back.
"No, she's over there!" Y/S/N tried to fight against him, wanting to come to me.
"She's basically dead and we will be too if we don't leave now!" he shouted at her.
She stared at me with tears in her eyes. I tried to do something, give her some sort of signal that I wasn't dead. I was right here and okay! But she gave me one last apologetic look and let Jeremy drag her away. I couldn't believe what I'd seen. Had I seen correctly? I had to be wrong, surely.
But there was no time to debate it. I couldn't lay here and let the infected get me. I had to get out, get to my sister, get some damn air!
The ringing subsided and my vision straightened up. I forced myself into a sitting up position, feeling a burning in my shoulder but too afraid to look just yet. Whilst the adrenaline had the better of me, I stayed on all fours and crawled my way out the building, keeping my mouth covered with my shirt. Finally, I saw daylight and got out, taking in big gulps of fresh air. It helped, a little, but my head was spinning and I couldn't hear properly still.
Infected were closing in in the distance, I realised. I forced myself to stand, trying not to cry when my shoulder continued to burn. I risked looking down and saw that it was covered in blood from a piece of shrapnel lodged in there and still burning from the fire. I needed to get away from the heat. I needed Y/S/N.
With difficulty, I tried to find the others out front. Looking back, the whole building was set ablaze. They couldn't have gone far, right? I hadn't been down for that long.
But they were nowhere to be found. No cars, trucks, nothing. I had nothing on me either, no supplies or weapons or first aid. My only focus was getting away from the fire and away from the infected, so I kept low and out of their line of sight, putting as much distance as I could between them and me.
The longer I stay out here though, I thought, the more likely my wound will get infected and I'll die.
I didn't know how bad it was, but it didn't feel good. I didn't care though. All I kept thinking about was Y/S/N. Did she really choose them over me? Why would she do that?
No, she couldn't have. I saw. She wanted to come get me. They forced her. They made her believe I was already dead. She didn't know.
I saw that, right?
I wasn't sure what I'd seen. My mind was still a muddle and, though the ringing had stopped, I felt exhausted. But I couldn't just pass out anywhere. I needed to find my sister. Get somewhere safe.
The evening crept up on me quicker than I thought. I was forced to take refuge in an old gas station. There, I could see the building was still burning in the distance, a bright flame in the evening sky and no doubt attracting every infected for a five mile radius. I took that moment of peace to inspect my shoulder closely, peeling my shirt which had partially melted into the flesh. The pain became too much though, blinding, and I had to leave it as is. I had nothing to treat it with anyway. The shrapnel was the only thing stopping the bleeding, for now.
The rival gang, they'd rigged the place with explosives. I knew something was up. If only fucking Jeremy had scouted it out beforehand.
The night was rough. I barely got any sleep, drifting into unconsciousness out of pure pain rather than comfort. When I woke up the next morning, I almost didn't want to get up, but the thought of getting my sister back was what pushed me. I'd lost a lot of blood, barely any energy left, but I had to keep going. I knew the way back, but it was much longer without a car.
I kept going, glad there were no infected to challenge me, though it would definitely be a challenge I'd lose. I was burning up, my fever getting worse and worse the longer my wound was left untreated. I couldn't escape the smell of smoke on my clothes, nor blood. I thought I could keep going, but I collapsed by a car in the street soon enough.
Trying to force myself up, I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to push up, but it didn't work. I had no energy left. I think I was dying. I had to be. I couldn't even hold myself upright against the car, my back hitting the ground and staying that way. Everything hurt, but I tried to push it away as I looked at the clouds in the sky.
At least I would be reunited with my parents soon. Maybe they would know why Y/S/N did what she did, because I couldn't figure it out. Still, I hoped she was safe wherever she was.
Time had been a blur since the fire. Seconds merged into minutes which merged into hours. If it weren't for the clouds turning pink, I wouldn't have known how long I'd been out there, simply staring at the sky and waiting for death. It was at sunset when I was beginning to lose feeling, lose common sense.
I heard a car engine, I think, though I couldn't be sure. There were voices. Female. Overlapping, not making any sense.
"–no bites–" one was saying.
"–burnt flesh–" said the other.
A hand pressed to my cheek and I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was looking into the eyes of a stranger. Her lips were moving, concern on her face. Why did she care about me? Who was she?
She might have said the most important thing in the world or the dumbest, but I wouldn't know. Her words were background noise. Her face was a blur. More voices. And then everything went silent.
My eyes were heavy when I began to wake up, as if I'd been sleeping for years. A quiet groan escaped my lips as I forced them open, and then I felt the aching all over my body, though not as painful as I last remembered. Blinking the blurriness from my vision, I realised I was lying down and looking up at a ceiling. Ceiling? Where was I?
Turning my head, I made out a an IV bag beside me, attached to my wrist. Was I in a hospital? That didn't make sense.
I kept looking around, memories of recent events flashing to mind as I tried to make sense of where I was. Subconsciously, I reached for my injured shoulder, surprised to find it bandaged under a shirt that wasn't mine.
Panicking now, I forced myself to sit up, grimacing at how quickly I did it. I didn't know where I was or who had found me, but I couldn't stay here. What if Y/S/N was looking for me? What if she was too far? I had to get out of here!
I ripped out the drip from my arm and pushed my legs over the edge of the bed. Looking around once more, a bit more awake, I realised it wasn't a hospital. Hospitals were usually white and bright. This was a simple room with medical equipment stored inside and alongside a few beds. Wherever I was, this was there medbay. I didn't want to stick around to find out who owned it.
Standing up proved to be a challenge, my energy drained completely, but I managed. There were no shoes around nor on my feet, so I hobbled barefoot to the door, yanking it open and holding it for support as I blinked at the daylight. Adjusting, I raised my hand to cover my eyes slightly, stepping outside.
There were people all around, smiling, in no danger, all doing different things. To my right, a small group were building some sort of structure. To my left, there was a garden being tended to. And up ahead, in the distance, I saw seats. Was I in a sports stadium? What the hell?
Distracted and confused, I failed to see someone nearby spot me and approach with urgency.
"You're awake!" the blonde woman realised, immediately stopping by my side. "You shouldn't be on your feet. Please, let's go back inside!"
I didn't know why I listened to her, even when she held my arm and practically ushered me back inside. A lot more tired than I realised, I let her sit me back on the bed.
"I see you took your IV out," she said with a reprimanding tone, before moving to grab it. When she tried to touch me, I moved my hand away, making her frown. "Please. It will help. You need rest."
Without speaking, I refused to give her my hand and she seemed to get that I didn't trust her nor know who she was.
"I'm Naomi," she introduced. "I'm the nurse here and I've been making sure you don't die from blood loss. What's your name?"
I glanced between her eyes, wondering if I was insane to trust a stranger so easily. But she did help me when I was at my lowest, so could she be all that bad?
"Y/N," I said, voice too hoarse to be above a whisper.
As I cleared my throat, she passed me a cup of water that I failed to notice beside my bed. Taking a few sips, I relaxed at the way it soothed my throat.
"Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you," she said with a small smile. "Please can I...?"
Referring to the IV, she waited patiently. I nodded and let her put it back into my arm before setting up the bed so I could sit upright without holding my own weight.
"You're very lucky we found you when we did," she said once she was done. "Your shoulder looked like hell. It's much better now."
I didn't know what to say. All I could think about was Y/S/N and where she was. Was she okay? Was she safe?
Before Naomi could say anything more, the door opened again and in walked two more people. They seemed familiar – I think they were the ones who found me, but that memory was hazy.
"You're up," the younger girl said, glancing at me before looking to Naomi. "Is she okay?"
"Physically, sure," Naomi answered.
The younger girl nodded and stepped forward, her attention back on me. "How are you?" Before I could think to answer, she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't even ask your name. I'm Alicia and this is Luciana." She motioned to the girl beside her, who offered me a small smile. "We're the ones who found you out on the side of the road."
"I'm Y/N," I answered reluctantly, glancing between them both. "Thank you for taking me in."
I knew it was the right thing to say, but I still wasn't sure if I was safe, even if they were all being polite to me.
"Y/N," Alicia repeated softly, before smiling. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you?"
I blinked, looking down. "I, er... I don't know."
They exchanged looks, making me feel out of place, before Naomi said, "Can I ask how you ended up how you did? You have some pretty nasty burns on your shoulder."
"We saw smoke not too far from where you were," Luciana added gently. "Lots of infected were attracted to it. Is that where you were?"
I pursed my lips, remembering it all so suddenly. Y/S/N could still be out there. Or she could be back at their base, if they hadn't moved yet. I needed to find her.
But how could I tell these strangers that? I didn't know them, I didn't know if I could trust them. What if they wouldn't let me leave?
"You're free to stay here for as long as you need to," Alicia suddenly said, as if reading my mind. "You should, if anything. You need rest."
"Where is here exactly?" I asked calmly, hoping they couldn't detect my nerves.
"This is the Dell Diamond Baseball Stadium," Naomi answered. "It's been converted into a small community, a safe place that's well guarded and well supplied. You're safe here."
I clenched my jaw, looking away momentarily. The baseball stadium. Safe, supplied and guarded? All I could think about was how if Y/S/N had just risked visiting it instead of writing it off as useless, we could still be together and none of this would have happened. Now... now it was quite far out from the fire and she'd be long gone. Maybe. I wouldn't know unless I got up and searched.
"I get this might be a lot," Alicia said considerately, "so you should sleep it off and then we can talk more. How does that sound?"
It sounded pretty damn great, my whole body exhausted still.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly, looking between them.
They smiled and Naomi helped me to lay down properly, lowering the bed. I hated to admit it, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.
When I woke up, it was dark out the window. I wasn't sure how long I was out for, but I felt a lot better.
The sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat made me push myself up slightly, looking at the end of my bed. There, I saw Alicia sat on a chair, smiling a little.
"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you or anything," she said, standing up and unsure what to do with herself. "I figured you would wake up soon and thought you might want to eat something."
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, humming tiredly. She helped prop my bed upright and I leaned back, waking up a little more now.
"It's chicken, potatoes, some vegetables," she explained when she carefully handed me the tray. "Hope you like it."
That definitely woke me up and I widened my eyes with surprise, looking down at the food. It was still hot, steam curling off it and leaving a pleasant smell in my nose.
"Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly, looking over the tray. "Is there something in it?"
I shook my head, glancing up at her. "No, it's– it's perfect. I haven't had food like this in– well, a long time. Thank you."
Relieved, she nodded and smiled before pulling her chair around to my bedside and taking a seat. I dug in, savouring each bite between sips of water and wondering how I'd been lucky enough to land somewhere like this. These people were too nice, suspiciously nice, and I still couldn't gauge if they were after something or not.
"Er, thanks for all of this, Alicia," I said when I realised she was sitting there whilst I scoffed my face rudely. Clearing my throat, I added, "I should have said so earlier, but I was– it's a lot to adjust to."
"I can imagine," she sympathised. "And no worries. I'm just glad we could help."
I paused, pursing my lips. "Yeah... why are you helping? It's hard to come by these days, so..."
"You're expecting a catch," she read my mind, an amused smile on her lips. When my expression confirmed this, she continued, "There's no catch. Luci and I saw someone hurt and who needed help, so we helped. This place is for people who need somewhere safe. A home. That's all this is."
"You don't even know who I am," I said without thinking, too amazed at her naivety of the world to hold back. "I could be a horrible person. A murderer. Someone not worth saving. Do you just pick up every person you see?"
Not the slightest bit offended, Alicia tried not to laugh. "Well, are you any of those things? Because last time I checked, murderers don't announce they're murderers."
I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she could be so calm about this world we were in. How long had she had it easy that she wasn't afraid? I was almost jealous.
"You're right," she decided, giving me an apologetic look, green eyes still flickering with partial amusement. "I don't know who you are. So, maybe you can tell me. Starting with why we found you how we did. If you want."
Still, I wasn't sure if I could trust her. But nothing about her screamed evil, and she had helped me, so it made sense to tell her the truth. Besides, I couldn't find Y/S/N without her letting me go.
"The fire," I said, recalling that they'd seen it, too. "It was a booby trap some old gang left. I was with my sister and another group checking it out. But the trap was triggered and the whole place went up in flames."
Alicia's eyebrows knitted together as she listened. "You weren't alone?"
"No, and that's why I need to find my sister," I said confidently. "She needs me."
Alicia nodded slowly, straightening up. "How did you get out? Didn't you see her in the fire? And what about your group?"
I frowned at the memory. "The group aren't good people. I wanted to leave them for a while, but they were the only thing keeping my sister and I fed and alive. My sister, Y/S/N, she was there. I woke up and I saw her, but that arsehole..."
Seeing Jeremy's face in my head, the way he dragged her away... it made me clench my fists without realising.
"The leader, Jeremy, he told her I was dead, or as good as dead, and to get out whilst they could," I continued. "The infected were there. It was smokey. I couldn't hear properly. But I saw it. Saw them."
"And she saw you, too?" Alicia asked patiently.
I nodded. "She went with him."
"She saw you, but she still left?" Alicia asked with surprise.
I swallowed hard, fixing her with a stare. "I know what it sounds like, but she didn't just leave. He made her."
She didn't seem convinced as she tilted her head slightly. "Y/N..."
"She wouldn't just leave," I repeated bitterly. "She's my sister. He made her leave and I need to find her! She needs to know I'm alive and then I'm gonna take her away from him and she'll be okay. I just– I need to get out of here."
Alicia pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Y/N, I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sure you saw what you wanted to see in the moment. But like you said, you were barely conscious, there was a fire, infected... it sounds like she just left you."
"She didn't!" I exclaimed, before shaking my head and pushing the tray onto the bed. "Forget it, I don't need to explain this to you. I'll find her myself. Just let me out of here."
As I attempted to pull off my blanket and get up, Alicia suddenly shot up and stopped me.
"Let go," I told her with narrowed eyes, and she thankfully did.
"Just wait," she said, meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Look, you're in no position to go back out there on your own. It's not safe."
"I've managed before," I assured her with a fake smile. "Now move."
Rolling her eyes but staying put, she said, "I'll take you there. We can go back to the fire. Back to wherever you think she is. Find a clue to her whereabouts."
I paused, studying her suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"
"I know what it's like to do anything for your family," she said, and I believed her for some reason. "And you don't seem like a bad person."
"So, what? You're just helping me out of the kindness of your heart?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
I quirked a brow, intrigued by the stranger. "Yeah."
She sighed, relaxing when she saw I wasn't going to try to leave again. "I'll take you in the morning. But I'm telling you now, if you don't find her, you should leave it at that. Don't go looking for her."
"Are you insane?" I asked. "She's my sister. Of course I'll keep looking."
"Whether you want to admit or not, she left you to die," she said with an apologetic but knowing voice. "She chose this Jeremy guy over you. And you going out there to look for her isn't worth your life. Sister or not."
I tensed my jaw to contain my annoyance at her assumption, but said nothing. She didn't have to believe me – she didn't know Y/S/N like I did. I'd find her. She'd be waiting for me. I knew it.
"Fine," I lied, only needing Alicia long enough to find Y/S/N, which I would. "Tomorrow morning it is."
Content with my answer, she nodded and took a step back. "Good. Now eat. If you're to come with me, you need your energy back."
Begrudgingly, I pulled the tray back onto my lap and obeyed, feeling like a child. I wasn't sure why Alicia was being so generous – maybe she really was just being kind, but I'd seen so much evil these past few years that it was hard to accept.
#alicia clark#alicia clark imagine#alicia clark x reader#alicia clark x you#alycia debnam carey#fear the walking dead#ftwd#ftwd imagine
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Hi , I too am a shifter who is yet to shift successfully. You seem to be the right person to ask this because you have shifted.
You absolutely do not have to answer this if you think so and my intention of asking this is to clear my doubts and absolutely not to be mean or anything else
Today I was going through yt videos for motivation and I came across a 'reacting to this trend' type of video where the 'trend' in discussion was reality shifting ofcourse. It was harsh and the reactor was calling shifters ' teenagers who just found about imagination ' . The comments were all in favour of the video and any 'shifter' comment was replied by saying ' schizophrenia, maladaptive daydreaming, disassociation , lucid dreaming ' . Some people even stated that it was possible for them to touch and think in their lucid dreams hence lucid dreams = reality shifting.
This whole thing made me doubt it. There was even a comment saying that anti shifters do not have to stick their nose in our community if they believe it be false so extremely and one of the replies that made me go hmmm was 'if you can't face a challenge to your belief, Is your belief actually true'.
You are a shifter and i assume you will have a answer to this.
English is not my first language so please forgive any mistakes or stuff that did not make sense or stuff that sounded rude. I do not intend it to be.
You weren’t rude at all my love!! Seeing anti shifters can be so demotivating, I remember when I used to see a anti post and literally feel a drop in my stomach it was so bad 😭😭
I want to start off by saying it’s okay to have doubts! You can still shift with them!!
Shifting isn’t simply just touching and thinking it’s reality. You can feel, think, touch, smell, hear EVERYTHING. it’s real.
In my opinion if you can believe that astral projection, lucid dreaming, manifestation, etc is real then shifting really shouldn’t be such a stretch and all the former mentioned practices are widely accepted around the world. There was a time when people thought that lucid dreaming wasn’t real, they didn’t think that it was possible to be both awake and asleep at the same time. Man made logic. It’s exactly that man made. Man doesn’t know everything, we created explanations and logic as a way to help our brains process such a vast and complex world but we don’t have to be bound to such constraints all of the time.
People will judge what they cant understand, what’s seemingly bigger than them, because it scares them. These reactors and commentators got all of their information from tiktok which is FILLED with misinformation and it was probably during the peak of dracotok which is worse 😭😭. I promise it’s not mental illness, it is not imagination, it’s not lucid dreaming. I have experienced all of those and I’ve also separately experience shifting. They all feel so so different.
We underestimate the human mind and soul. We were made for so much more than this and if you believe that as well then stick to it. You’ll be more peaceful than those antis will ever know.
Hopefully this helps! I ramble a lot I’m sorry it’s just people who put others down for things that bring them joy and isn’t harming anyone really piss me off 😭😭
Love you loads 💋🍓
(Your English is wonderful by the way)
#evangelineshifts ˖⋆࿐໋₊#angel messages 🪽✨#🪷 anon#anon 🍓#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting#desired reality#shifting realities#quantum jumping#law of assumption#manifestation#neville goddard#shifting help#shifting question
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How to "defeat Ruin", and prove to Ruin that he's wrong?
I'm still mourning the British Bean persona is gone but I guess I'll have to ADAPT AND OVERCOME hahaaasob
I'm thinking about Ruin, his attitude, and where things might go for him from here!
Ruin is someone who believes the ends justify the means, and operates under a "for the greater good" mindset -- he's the kind of villain who takes a tangentially good cause (destroy the Creators), but is willing to cause unjustifiable amounts of collateral death to do it. And clearly, he has an ungodly ego.
And at this moment, by all accounts, Ruin has won! And he knows he's won. It's why he's so blasé talking to the others. If there is a genuine part of him that's sorry about the casualties (and at least, from the way he talks, I don't think he's lying about that,) it's far outweighed by his own self-assuredness that what he did was right. It doesn't matter to him whether he lives, dies, or is tortured now, because his work here is done.
"Everything is right in the universe now, in the dimensions."
So... What can be done about Ruin?
Ruin is still an active villain; just because he's surrendered doesn't mean he's been defeated. As long as Ruin believes he succeeded in what he was doing, he won't be truly defeated.
Ruin believes what he did was a success. That's the basis for his self-assurance. So you have to prove that he did not succeed. Killing him won't prove anything. Physically beating him or torturing him won't prove anything. (Heck, even if you made the small part of him that feels bad feel worse, it still won't prove anything.) He's perfectly willing to accept any of that!
So what can ACTUALLY knock Ruin down a peg?
I think... there need to be consequences that Ruin couldn't have possibly foreseen, which make his actions backfire in his face.
Right now, Ruin is 100% COMPLETELY sure of himself. In his mind, his plan went off without a hitch, it worked exactly as he intended, and he got exactly what he wanted. He's smug and satisfied because he KNOWS he succeeded in what he was trying to do. He won; everything that happens to him afterwards means nothing to him.
But if Ruin learns that his plan actually FAILED... (Perhaps the Creators he targeted aren't actually dead and his method to kill them only killed the DIMENSIONS around them, or the Council actually knew what Ruin was doing all this time and secretly did something to protect themselves that Ruin didn't know about, or him destroying so many dimensions is going to cause a shift that WILL actually kill all the dimensions he thought he was saving in his own sick way...)
Then Ruin will be completely thrown off his script; the smugness and self-assuredness will be wiped off his face when he realizes: he didn't get what he wanted, he was wrong, he caused "more harm than good", he FAILED. Ruin's talk of "my actions are a necessary evil but I made the world a better place in the end" would be flipped to something like "What? No... It wasn't supposed to happen this way, i-it was going to be so perfect, I was going to SAVE people in the long run, NO, THIS ISN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK!!!"
Once you rip that carpet out from under him, his tune will have to change. How will he react to being OBJECTIVELY WRONG?
However he reacts, that's his belief shattered. That's him losing.
Aaand then who knows where it could go from there. Maybe just MAYBE Ruin will want to help stop this new disaster he inadvertently caused (if anyone ever lets him move freely again.)
Whatever the case, that's how I think he could be thrown off his high horse! (I'm still a Ruin fan and even I wanted to punch his lights out every time he opened his mouth in this batch of episodes. Nothing phased him at all and he was calm for all of it, if slightly annoyed at being put in the ground. I wanna see him completely lose his composure and be rattled and distressed and shaken when his victory comes crashing down around him.)
And how this affects Solar's resurrection:
This is just far-off speculating. Because so much is up in the air right now, it's hard to theorize about Ruin's character development in the future, and it's pretty early for talks of "potential redemption arcs". But IF the story went in that direction, I think Ruin's plans going CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG would serve it well.
Right now, the thing to do is revive Solar. If Ruin's plan has NO unintended consequences, and the cast find some convenient loophole that brings Solar back at the end of this arc, then that would mean Ruin still comes out on top. He would still be assured his methods were right, and heck would you look at that, he was able to clean up the messy bits in the end after all, no muss, no fuss! He was just delayed in figuring out the magic equations that would protect the dimensions from dying, that's all!!
But if his plan backfires spectacularly and causes destruction that he could never have seen coming, then that means Ruin is thrown on his ass, his ego is crushed, and he gets to deal with the fact that he was a FOOL -- and he has to WORK to fix the disasters he's caused. If that happens and THEN Solar is revived, from methods Ruin couldn't have possibly thought of on his own, theeen boom: Ruin DID NOT win, because his methods were proven to be completely wrong to his his own face!
(If he lives that long of course. Eclipse might kill him. He might get killed when things go south instead of being alive to help. Who knows!)
(Honestly, it's just that there's a part of me that still loves Ruin and wishes he could be good. And from the small hints we've seen, there's a part of Ruin that even SOUNDS like he genuinely didn't want to hurt people, and maybe it would be possible to make him see the error of his ways. He even mumbles something about considering Solar and the others his friends in an offhanded way at one point. But whatever the case there's a long uphill road for the No Longer British Bean, Now British Asshole, wherever the show takes him.)
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CRESCENT RISE.
Beneath the pale smile of a rising moon, an unlikely savior comes to your aid.
ft. vampire Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.
cw/genre: halloween special, fantasy au, meet cute (kinda?).
the second installment for the halloween series based on spooky night is here ! I hope everyone enjoys <3
Behind you, yells and hurried steps close in.
Every other sound of the outside world is swallowed up by your labored breathing and the muddy snow crunching under your feet.
Run. Run, run, run, is the word resonating inside your mind.
You should’ve run sooner.
Maybe then you could have avoided this predicament.
Why did you even try to befriend a vampire in the first place? Of course, you don’t agree on them being hunted but you should have figured it wouldn’t all be smooth sailing.
Now you’ve been bitten.
And the hunters are out for blood.
The frigid night air is searing with every breath, a metallic tang coating your tongue with each exhale.
You have to keep running, no matter where, just away from them.
Alas, fate had other plans for you.
Before you can react, you stumble, your ankle spraining as you collide with the cold hard ground.
At the end of the lane, you can already clearly see the horde of vampire hunters speeding towards you.
You’re done for.
You’re going to die here.
Then, in a sudden gale of moonlight and snowy air, the breath is knocked out of you.
You find yourself staring at the place where you had been lying a second ago from a distance, a small hill between you and your pursuers.
Then you register your situation.
Strong arms are holding your waist, pulling you downwards to keep you hidden.
You turn around in the stranger’s embrace to thank your savior.
And your eyes widen in shock.
Before you can say anything, however, pale hands ending in crimson claws cover your mouth.
The man looks at you with a serious expression, his slate hued eyes piercing, almost pinning you to the spot.
His free hand signals to his lips with a finger, an indication for you to stop squirming and be quiet.
Silvery locks of hair fall over one of his shoulders, catching the moonrays that filter through the decaying trees.
Then you notice the pale tips of his pointy ears.
A vampire.
And he has saved you.
“Let’s go, guys. They’re not here!” You hear the men that were chasing you turn tail, the sound of their ominous steps receding out of the forest.
Your savior carefully retracts his hand from your lips, those sharp eyes of his not quite leaving you.
“You should be more careful.” He utters, pulling the collar of your coat slightly to the side, inspecting the swelling of the reddened bite.
You pull away.
“How did you even…? Who are you? Why did you save me? I mean, thank you, but… Well, unless you’re going to use me as… you know, your personal blood supply.”
He lets out a laugh, to your astonishment.
When he next sets his gaze on you, you can’t help but think his expression looks… kind, soft, even.
“You humans have some funny ideas.” He lets out, chuckling.
“Can you blame me?” You shoot back. “One of your kind just bit me, that’s why I got into that mess to begin with.”
He regards you for a moment, his expression pensive.
“Well, as you can see, not all of us are like that.” He stands up. “And to answer your question, my name is Gaku. I saved you because I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to be chased like that.”
You get up from your crouching position too.
“Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me.” He scuffs his boot on the moonlit snow. “By the way… Do you have anywhere to go now?”
Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up in shame.
No, you have nowhere to go now. It’s not like you can show up at your village again so casually after the altercation that just took place.
“I do not…” You mumble, averting your eyes.
“Then would you… Is it okay to…” Is it you or is he blushing? It’s cute, you think. “Would you like to come to my place?”
You ponder it for a second. What harm is there at this point?
“Okay.” You agree, shrugging.
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His place.
He should have said his palace.
Beneath the moonlit midnight, a fortress of dark stone stands.
Bushes brimming with bright carmine roses surround its inner walls, the sweet scent scattering with the petals swaying in the nocturnal breeze. A carpet of soft viridian grass bends under your steps when you enter the grounds.
How this place remains untouched by the unforgiving winter is beyond you. As far as you were aware, vampires didn’t possess this kind of magic.
Was really all your knowledge based on misconceptions?
If you had paid more attention to your companion, instead of your surroundings, you would have realized he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.
“I take it you like it?” Is the question he whispers beneath the edge of a moon speckled in carmine.
You start, too lost admiring the garden to notice his presence.
“It’s beautiful…” You confess, fingertips brushing against the garnet petals.
A tender smile. Then:
“You can stay for as long as you want to, or need to.”
You tilt your head to the side, your gaze focused on his tall figure and the way the ruby accents of his attire compliment him perfectly.
“Really…?” You let out, breath hitching when you feel those long claws cold against the side of your neck.
“Yes.” He delicately pulls your hair aside. “Your wound… It’s infected…”
You flinch, a sharp pain sending jolts down your spine from the spot where you were bitten.
“Please, stay until it heals, at the very least.” Gaku pleads.
And you don’t know if it’s the softness of his voice or the earnest look in his eyes, but you just can’t say no to him.
“Alright.” Comes your reply, as you put a reassuring hand on his arm.
“So… uh-I…” The vampire begins, a dusting of cerise, not unlike the garden surrounding you two, definitely on his cheeks now. “You- I… should bandage the bite for you.”
You laugh. Here you are, at some hot vampire’s castle while he looks absolutely flustered asking if he can help you dress your wound.
“You’re adorable.” You sigh, as your laughter dies down.
Now it’s yourself who covers your mouth with your hands, as you stare into Gaku’s widened gaze that reflects the arched moon above.
Did you really just blurt that out loud?
“I- I’m sorr-“
“Hh... Thank you…”
You both say in unison.
A giggle leaves your lips again, yours and Gaku’s eyes meeting below the crescent’s gaze.
In the balmy rose scented night, your savior offers you another one of his gentle smiles, his sharp fangs catching the light of the starry firmament above.
Yes, you’ll definitely be staying for a while.
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Can I just say I love how you can be somewhat critical about certain things about totk without completely and unnecessarily trashing it and even adding humor. I wish more people were like that.
Aw, thank you! I'm just trying to make sure folks feel safe to enjoy things here (as long as, yknow, the respect goes both ways).
I definitely used to be someone who would trash stuff unnecessarily, and I'll always credit a mutual (although I did forget their handle,,,I'm so sorry) I had at the time for just letting me go on a long rant about why something bothered me and went, "That sounds really personal, but that got nothing to do with this." And all at once I realized I'd been projecting my needs/wants/expectations onto other peoples work (commercial or otherwise), and holding strangers responsible for serving me, specifically! Which is an absurd thing to expect from anyone!!
And sometimes I still forget the world doesn't revolve around me, glorious me, and I have to go back and apologize and do my mental health homework to figure out why I reacted a certain way, and why I took something so personally. But it's been really helpful to try and do the homework first, or type that whole salty take up and delete it or draft and review it again in the morning, before you make a stranger (or a friend!) feel bad or unsafe with you for the crime of enjoying something you didn't (which I have done, many times, and feel very bad about).
Plus, I've learned that if you're someone who is always analyzing and critiquing things, those moments can be really good practice for (respectfully! privately! in your own space! not on that stranger's post! not in that poor dev's DMs!) considering what you might have done differently, assuming you had the same parameters and resources available. I find this is especially good practice if you plan on entering a creative field! I promise you get a lot more sympathetic with how things turn out when you force yourself to dream within a budget and a deadline.
(also being nice to professionals is good practice! Some of them are jerks, true, but 99% of devs artists designers directors etc are just doing their best under a ton of stress and pressure to make everyone happy, and they're usually really proud of what they're able to accomplish, and they are absolutely not getting paid enough to deal with the comment section)
Once you let go of that need to be Correct and have control over stuff that isn't about you, you end up having a lot more fun and a lot less limitations for playing in the sandbox, and with other creatives! Plus you learn about yourself, and what your priorities and tastes are. You become a better story teller and collaborator when you can not only find but actively look for the good in things you may have completely dismissed as a kneejerk reaction to not liking something about it.
And again, I'm definitely still an ass, a lot more often than I'd like to be. I still struggle with that need to be Correct and to have complete control over my sandbox. I still get defensive and have to navigate rejection sensitivity when someone's idea contradicts mine. I definitely understand the reactivity when something means a lot to us, and it takes practice to share when you're used to being protective! But it's so, so worth it.
You meet such amazing people and find such wonderful, supportive communities when you embrace two cake theory. I highly recommend making an effort to expand your perspective and be a part of that support.
Supportive Community Pro-Tips from a Fandom Old Guy:
You don't have to adopt a theory to enjoy or appreciate it!
If someone's takes upset you, just block them. It's okay.
Don't critique someone's work unless they ask for critique
Don't RB someone's work with negative/contradictory comments, just make your own post
DO freak out in the tags/comments/inbox if you like something
Obviously don't wish harm over ships/headcanons/etc, just block!
Remember someone else's work is not about you
Remember someone else's work is Not About You
Are they experiencing a thing? Are they sharing their experience with you? That's a gift! Treat it like one!
Elitism is a mind killer. Newer ≠ Lesser, Older ≠ Greater. We all have stuff to offer and we all have stuff to learn.
and if I may impart the most important thing I've ever learned in fandom:
BE NICE TO EACH OTHER,
WE'RE ALL JUST MAKING STUFF UP!
Thank you for the lovely message and for letting me ramble I'm!! Sorry this got so long and preachy, haha
#Remember kids the Number One Rule to relaxing and having fun in your fandom is “Yes And”ing. The more ridiculous the better.#give princess zelda a unicorn and a gun it's okay who can stop you
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Why do you think people feel sorry for souless Spike in destiny? I think that is the intent but honestly it makes no sense to me. He meets Angelus, is immediately delighted harming innocent people (despite Souled Spike making out he was slowly corrupted) and smiles when he thinks Drusilla is a bride Angelus is raping ("had your fill of her") but i should pity him because his girlfriend cheated?
I think people feel sorry for Spike because they take everything that Spike says as the absolute truth, and Spike likes to paint himself in a very sympathetic light, even when the story is showing us something completely different. The main examples of this are “Fool for Love” and “Darla”, two episodes showing similar events from two different POV’s (Spike’s and the show simply showing events that occurred in flashbacks) and each POV telling a slightly different story. Spike is shown to be an unreliable narrator repeatedly.
Ensouled Spike has a tendency to avoid taking responsibility for the things he did when he didn’t have a soul and believes that the act of having a soul automatically absolves him of all those things. Spike in general has a very skewed and self involved view of the world and the people around him. He’s an incredibly insecure and pathetic person, both as a human and as a vampire, and he projects those insecurities onto the world around him and other people because he can’t stand to deviate from the persona that he’s build for himself as a coping mechanism for those insecurities.
I believe Angelus played a role in influencing Spike when he became a vampire, just as Darla influenced Angelus and Drusilla influenced Spike and Angel and Darla influenced Drusilla, but just as your examples pointed out, Spike relished in this the same way they all did. He was turned into a vampire and he was evil and he enjoyed doing evil things, it’s literally that simple. Also, Spike only spend about 18 years with Angelus and over 100 years without Angelus, so idk how Angelus is responsibly for all of the monstrous things Spike did. That makes absolutely no sense. Soulless Spike made choices to do evil things just like he made choices to do “good” things (for selfish reasons because he was obsessed with Buffy and because he had a chip preventing him physically doing harm to anyone).
I think the point of the flashbacks in “Destiny” was to show us that Spike has centuries of resentment toward Angel and that’s what was driving him to fight harder to take the Shanshu away from Angel, because he felt he deserved it because he was wronged. This isn’t anything out of the ordinary for Spike, as he’s shown to have this sense of entitlement and victim mentality since before he was even turned into a vampire. He felt entitled to Cecily because HE had feelings for her and he felt he was a good man who deserved her love, he felt entitled to Drusilla because HE saw her as his destiny (see becoming part 2 also), he felt entitled to Buffy because HE was obsessed with her and HE did all these things for her (that she never asked for), he also in a way felt entitled to have his mother forever when he turned her into a vampire and then staked her when she didn’t react to him the way he wanted her to. It’s a pattern and a core trait of Spike’s personality.
I think ultimately people feel sorry for Spike because they view him as the underdog, because that’s how he views himself, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that that’s what the show is telling us about him.
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Cosmic Chaos
Chapter 8
Tw : implied self harming/ cutting ( don't do it. It's not worth it)
We are getting a bit of inner reality of our mc life. Just imagine yourself in her shoes. Just a little glimpse of it.
WC :2921
When derek parked the jeep , you get out absentmindedly get out, your thoughts were drifted to the hospital incident, the screams and image of fire imprinted on your mind. Let out a sigh you look up eyes falling on the burned down house of Derek. Said guy picked a bag from his jeep before disappearing just Derek things.
Looking back at the house and where the police found the half body you tilt your head to side. You ponder over the unanswered questions that swimming in your head.
Wait it looks familiar. It’s the same images you saw.
Derek watch with a raised brow as you sit down steps of the house fiddling with rings on your fingers waiting for your friends. He leans against his jeep wondering why you are silent. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the silence. During the short time knowing you, you should be talking on and on but after the conversation you had fallen silent. You look lost in your own mind the stress hormone was suffocating him, but he didn’t dare comment on it.
“Derek” you call looking up to see him looking at you already “I don’t mean to be rude but is there anyone who survived the fire?” you ask softly
Derek gives you a bitch face which made drop you head on your knees with a loud sigh. Derek rolls his eyes before slowly saying “no, I have uncle but he was also in the fire he is in coma for 6 years now”
Is that him then?? “So, your sister…” you trail of not knowing her name also stuck in where he has uncle, maybe that’s was his uncle but how in the world did that thing happened though
“Laura”
“This is so messed up” you sigh into your hand
“What messed up” Scott’s voice echoes at the same time stiles jeep come into the view
“everything” you said
“yeah”
Stiles walks towards you “so mind telling me why you had to keep me waiting for eternity when you told me you’ll be back in minute after dropping his mom food and you how did you got out?” he point at Derek who looked at him unimpressed.
“Stop it stiles” you groan.
“No, I want to know why did he had the body? Did you kill her?” stiles ask and Scott nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, why was her body was cut in half? And I know you’re the one that bite that’s why you are always around us”
“Stop talking or I’ll make you” Derek said in threating deep voice his eyes flash blue. You rub your face at their bickering, feeling like tons of emotions hitting you like a brick them bickering not helping you at all.
Scott who was aggravated with the whole thing finally caused him to transform not fully but partially, and he turns to roar at Derek. You jump into your feet towards stiles fall back at the sudden shift. You pull him towards you wrapping your arms around his arms pulling away from the two werewolves.
Before Derek can react, Scott grabs him by the front of the jacket and shoves him clear through the burned remains of the wall beside them, causing him to crash through it and land in a pile of broken wood and drywall.
You and stiles yelp making Scott’s attention to focus on you both. But he didn’t do anything but turn to Derek.
“Oh god” stiles whisper and pull you closer “can we run now” you shake your head at him make stiles look at in disbelief “what?”
“Trust me I want to but we can’t leave him”
Once Derek gets his bearings, he spits the drywall dust out of his mouth as he clears the debris that landed on him and stands to his feet. He dusts himself off, shaking out his jacket, before hmphing, slightly impressed by Scott's boldness. He looks at you and stiles huddled together.
Derek shakes out his leather jacket one last time before deciding to shrug it off entirely, muttering under his breath “That was cute.”
Derek tosses aside his jacket, revealing a plain gray t-shirt. He walks back toward what used to be the foyer of the house, passing a door with a mottled glass window through which we see Derek roll his head and neck from side to side as he transforms for the first time that you and stiles has seen. The sound of bones crunching can be heard as he finally makes it past the door, in his full Werewolf form, ready to fight Scott properly.
Derek's eyes flash blue as he growls at Scott menacingly through his fangs.
Scott leaps through the hole Derek made when he flew through the wall, and the two circle each other for a long moment as they wait for one of them to make the first move, Derek continuing to growl lowly at Scott.
Scott finally roars at Derek and lunges for him, but Derek is too quick this time, grabbing Scott by the front of the shirt and pushing him backwards against the wall before yanking him the other way and tossing him aside. Scott rolls over the coffee table and lands in a crouching position, growling softly as Derek leaps toward him, but managing to roll to the side before Derek can land on his back
The two stand up, and they each manage to get a couple hits against the other before Derek shoves him across the room, where he lands flat on his back on the floor. Derek stands in a hunched over position as Scott gets to his feet and stumbles over to the coffee table, using it as leverage to stand up to his full height. Derek growls loudly he runs over and uses the coffee table as a vault, kicking out so that his feet make contact with Scott's chest so hard that he flies backwards once again. Scott quickly gets back up to his feet, and Derek kicks out at the nearby wall and flips as Scott picks up a nearby wooden beam to use as a weapon.
Your screams of protest fall on deaf ears.
He hits Derek with it hard, and he falls onto the ground and rolls backwards several times, landing on his back as Scott rushes toward him, the beam raised like a baseball bat. Derek rolls to the side before Scott can hit him in the face with it and then gets onto his knees so he can use his arm to hit the back of Scott's knees, causing him to flip backwards and land hard onto the ground
Derek takes advantage of how disoriented Scott is to grab him by the throat and pick up his entire body before slamming him down on the ground twice in a row. Scott groans and he rolls to his knees, but before he can grab the beam he was using as a weapon, Derek kicks him in the gut and causes him to roll over a nearby wooden chest before landing on the floor behind it. Scott quickly recovers and leaps onto the chest, perching on it, but when he lunges toward Derek, the latter hits him in the chest so hard the sound of bones crunching can be heard
This seems to be the final blow in the fight, as Scott, moaning in pain with a human voice, staggers toward the nearby couch and braces his hands on it, the pain seemingly causing him to turn back. Behind him, Derek stands with his back to Scott and rolls his neck again, bones cracking as he shifts back into his human form as well. Scott looks back at Derek, a look of betrayal evident on his face, and Derek, exhausted from the fight and tired of arguing with Scott, finally sets the record straight with a sigh.
“Can you both for one minute think before wolfing out” you yell from where you stand with stiles who still shaken up.
Scott turns to you while pointing at Derek “he ruined my life”
“No, I didn't.”
Scott scoffs in disbelief, but his voice is no longer a half-scream as he talks more calmly “I’m sure it’s you that bite and playing innocent now!”
Irritably Derek answer” No, I'm not.”
Scott’s eyes widen in shock at this revelation “What?”
“I’m not the one that bit you.”
“Then who did?” stiles ask
“It’s called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I? We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you.” Derek answer looking at Scott.
Scott, completely overwhelmed by this information, continues to pant for breath “Why me?”
“Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack.”
Scott looks up at Derek with a devastated expression, and Derek's own expression is grim as well “It’s you, Scott. You're the one he wants”.
“Are we cool now?” you ask looking around Scott give you a node. You walk towards Scott with stiles on your toes before smacking Scott on back head
“What was that for?” he whines rubbing the area. “For wolfing out when you damn well you can’t control yourself. What if you hurt stiles when go for derek? Did you think that? “You hiss because it’s true what if his anger was high would he even realize it’s his friends standing inform of him. Scott gives a kicked puppy look at your words.
Before turning Derek “would I’ve killed them?”
“probably” Derek said nonchalant.
“I’m sorry guys” Scott apologies.
You sigh running your hands down your face “it’s alright, you can’t control it. This whole thing is a mess but we all in this now. As much I hate to say this as annoying as he is, Derek is only who can help you with your changing” you dismiss Derek’s offended before continuing. “So can we all agree on that?” you ask them and slowly they all node “and you Derek no more threat.” Derek looks at you unimpressed “please” you whisper.
“God he is asshole” stiles whisper making Derek look at him, but stiles found your hair more interesting as he inspects it. You slap away his hands softly smiling at his antics..
“If you want help then you have breakup with Alison” Derek stated.
“Why? She isn’t a hunter” Scott frown.
“Her whole family is Scott” Derek said feeling Scott’s reluctant he gets aggravated again
“I can’t do that she is my girlfriend” Scott plead as you and stiles watch both of them.
Having enough of Derek yells “stop being naïve Scott, her father would kill you without any mercy that’s what they do, that’s what they did to my whole family, they cut her into pieces to use a bait to catch me. Isn’t what you wanted now Scott?”
Scott didn’t answer but of course he didn’t want that to be his fate. Maybe he is being a little entitled because he clearly Derek had harder life than Scott and him bitching about how Derek ruined his life wasn’t really a good idea.
You and stiles share a look before sighing in sync “guys …” you call slowly not anger the werewolf that’s just cooled down now “we can all agree that’s none of this what we wanted to happen. But it did” derek huff at that making you walk towards him slowly “and what happened to you wasn’t fair your anger towards the argents is justifiable. We are sorry getting you arrested and gigging up the body” you side glare at Scott and stiles “which was disrespectful. But Scott is teenager we all are. One night get bite by wolf the next day he turns that doesn’t happen in day to day and then mystery guy pop up threating him then saying your brothers or whatever isn’t going to set things straight. And on top that there are vampires running around. Alison is his first real girlfriend. You can’t be mad at him for reacting the way he is” you take breath “the point there is hunters, vampires and the thing that bite you still out there if don’t work together we all going to die somehow any way.”
“So can please not fight again?” you ask last time at them.
Scott and stiles look at each other before looking at you then to derek and node. You look at Derek as he stands with arms crossed, he rolls his eyes at you before muttering a small fine.
“So, what happened at the party?” stiles that’s the whole reason you’re all here. Scott frown “it was eventful. Damon was there look up some stone or crystal there that’s the main reason he was there.”
Stiles eyes lit up “is it magical?”
“Maybe it is. heard he tell Caroline he put that a long ago, which makes me wonder how long that was there. Elena and bonnie found out about Damon using there were marks on her neck and wrist they caught but she didn’t tell us a thing and then he was going to bite her outside, but I think Stefan spike her drink with…”
“Vervain” you and stiles said.
Scott looks at both you weirdly “yeah and bonnie and Elena came helped her that’s it”
“They didn’t see you right?” you ask him he shook his head “good”
“So, what we do now?” stiles ask
You look at him confused “we stay out their way that’s it. I just hope bonnie, and Elena understand how dangerous the Salvatore’s is and stay away from them” they look at you as if your serious “what?? sorry not sorry I didn’t plan on being a blood bag for them. I still have nightmare being chased down by it. So, I’m staying away from them.”
“I think it's good idea” stiles said remembering the day you called him crying and begging him to come save you. He didn’t want his friend terrified out her mind like that again. Seeing you passed out on Derek arms was the worst feeling he felt, and he don’t want to feel that again. Scott who thinks the same agrees with that.
“a little late for that, if that thing is magical, it need a witch and I know your grandmother is one and next in bennet line” Derek said looking at you “bonnie?” Scott whisper
Stiles raises an eyebrow “really? I thought she was just scaring us?”
“that’s just great” you close your eyes feeling the heavy and loaded inside your head. “Can we like go home now I’m getting really tried now?” you ask
Stiles loops his hands around your shoulder, and you lean against him “me too.” Scott node too “you are coming Scott?”
The time you reach house you were so tried, maybe you're going crazy there is no other expiation for what happened in the hospital. You can’t be a witch either because you’re not a bennet by blood. Heck, you don’t even know who’s your parents are you were living with Sheila bennet since you can remember. You never asked for your real parents you just accepted that they don’t want you or could provide you with a life that a child require. It was not a smooth ride though; you often find yourself asking why did they leave you? Were you planned? Did you do anything to make them leave you? Why did Sheila bring you here? Did you even born here? You didn’t ask because what if the answer was more painful so you never voiced it.
“yeah” Scott turns to Derek “I’m sorry “he finally said before skipping towards you as he reaches beside you. You pull him towards you as the three of you drag yourself to stiles jeep. Derek watches this feeling a little unknown emotion inside him but he pushed it aside. He doesn’t have time this he needs to find who was the werewolf that killed his sister and stole the alpha spark.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion that made you walk into your grams room finding her bed leaning against the headboard of the bed as read a book.
god you need to stop overthinking.
“Huh seems like birdie lost her way” she said without looking up from here book. unannounced you plop yourself across her lap. She closes her book setting it beside the night table beside her bed. She runs her fingers through your hair making you relax at her touch. Your breathing evens out as you fall into a deep slumber you finally ask the question “who am I grams?” it was quitter than whisper, but she heard it. A melancholy smile appears in face, she lifts your wrist in her hand’s underneath sleeves and bracelets scar marks hidden carefully from eye sight of everyone. She touches them tenderly afraid she is going to hurt you unknowingly as tear roll down her cheek.
What is your identity in reality? Are you a bennet? the school certificate, hospital records say you are bennet. But by birth who are you? What’s your parents’ name, how do they look like, does they live together or apart? Are they even alive? does your features and personality a copy of your mother or father? Is it both? Or you just you.
“You are a beautiful mystery of the universe.”
note : Even though some of you wanted to include clothing I'm thinking of not adding that anymore. I hope you got the general description of how the style is and now that i shown the outfit of the scarletphoenixforce in matter of couple of chapter it would be coming in just like the order.
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