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brewstersbru · 7 months

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I want to get more used to writing low stakes lil blurbs so please enjoy this, also posted on ao3 under my pseud brewstersbru :) hopefully being able to post it here will bring the perfectionism anxiety down lol

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Astarion is perhaps the one of the most interesting, irritating, but somehow undoubtedly kind people Halsin has ever observed. Though he’d flay anyone who had the audacity to tell him it.

The duties of an Arch-Druid are many, and often arduous in nature, but nonetheless rewarding. And it all boils down to watching, observing, noticing little idiosyncrasies in the people he leads. The people who trust him with their lives and wellbeing. Halsin has become well-accustomed to watching, as any good leader must and it is no surprise that the skill has followed him to where he is now, camping with a menagerie of illithid-infected souls, searching for a cure.

Though, with this aforementioned observational skill, Halsin has gotten the distinct impression that many of them seek quite a bit more than a simple cure. Absolution, freedom, a clearer path forward. It is so often in the words they don’t say, rather than those they choose to reveal. For example, Gale never talks of an ‘after’, a concept all of the others seem so enamored with, save Astarion, of course. He simply hums and offers a small melancholy smile when conversation turns to the topic of everyone’s plans after they find a cure. It wasn’t difficult to figure him out, not when Halsin had been paying attention. Gale is convinced that dying is the only way to atone for his sins. To be forgiven.

Halsin’s heart aches at the thought; poor child, it is not a sin to wish to be loved. But he digresses.

Astarion, curiosity that he is, had immediately captured Halsin’s attention when he’d joined camp. On the surface he seemed shallow, and ill-tempered, but Halsin has not gotten this far in life by making quick judgements on a person’s first actions after he’s met them. Sure enough, he’d caught a glimpse of the real Astarion not even two days later.

It had been a long day, brimming with long, arduous battles after which they had all come out exhausted and bloodied. Wyll, with his lion’s heart, had fought especially ferociously. Perhaps too much so. His robe was torn horribly across the front and he’d had to be propped up as they trudged back to camp, unfortunately neither Halsin nor Shadowheart had maintained enough energy to heal anyone.

Astarion had almost immediately wedged himself under Wyll’s arm, curling an arm around his waist while also berating him as they walked. “What in the hells were you thinking jumping out like that! You’re weak, leave the feats of strength to Karlach you dolt!” And on and on. The words were cutting, and not entirely fair, but still, his hands remained gentle against his friends skin and he walked slowly so as not to jostle his injuries.

Shadowheart- exhausted herself, likely with a beast of a headache after all of the concentration spells she’d been slinging- had told Astarion to shut it, only hearing the words and not the worry behind them. He had obliged- another kindness-as his eyes darted around the scrunched pain painted over her expression and his own expression set in resolve. Still, he performed a pout, and everyone took it for what it was- or rather, what he’d wanted them to take it for: Astarion being his usual surly self.

Halsin took it for what it truly was, a man doing his best to aid his friends and keep their spirits high after such a grueling encounter. He’d thought they needed someone to direct their exhausted irritation at, lest they start picking themselves apart instead (something Halsin had noticed, but was unaware Astarion knew of) and offered himself like it was as natural as breathing.

The kindnesses didn’t stop there, either. When they made it to camp he’d taken Wyll to his bedroll as the others collapsed onto their own. Rummaged through the camp supplies until he found a potion of greater healing, then did not feed it to Wyll until he was half asleep and delirious.

“Mmh… Dad?” Wyll had murmured, eyes squinted closed as he moved his head around. Astarion had simply hummed and continued feeding him the potion.

For the rest of the night he prepped ingredients with practiced efficiency and left them next to the communal cooking pot for when the rest of the party woke for breakfast. Halsin had needed to trance for a few hours, loathe as he was to turn away from the scene, and when he returned Wyll’s robe had been mended, folded and placed aside his head. Astarion was nowhere to be seen. Halsin hoped he’d found his way to his own tent for a short trance.

Elves do not need to sleep, this much is true, but even a short trance would have done wonders to refresh and replenish his energy. Astarion had to know that.

Halsin is still unsure what the other elf had done for the rest of that night, but he’d emerged from his tent with just as much practiced, haughty vigor as he’d always had halfway through breakfast the next morning.

“Astarion! Good morning! Thank you for aiding me in our trek back yesterday.” Wyll had smiled at him, something warm and molten in his eyes. Astarion simply huffed and waved it off, “Well, dear, someone needed to lecture you about the dangers of heroism. None of these dimwits were going to do it.” Wyll smiled and the others gave halfhearted protests from where they’d been digging into the breakfast Gale had prepared from the ingredients Astarion had left out for him. There was a sparkle in his eye as he caught sight of them eating it, something almost like pride, if Halsin had to name it.

The others had been dumbfounded, asking around the campfire about who had done it. When no one came forward they’d simply shrugged and taken it to mean that the culprit was too humble to take credit. Besides, who were they to question a miracle such as this. No one asked the vampire if he’d done the deed, why would he have? He doesn’t eat food anymore and he doesn’t even really like them.

It’s exactly what he wants them to think. Halsin has to give him points for his dedication to maintaining pretense. Wyll doesn’t mention his robe, but his eyes dart from hand to hand trying to scrutinize any bandages or pricks that might indicate a late-night sewing session. It’s a smart move on his part but Astarion, it seems, is a masterful tailor. His fingers are unbandaged and unbloodied.

Everything carefully thought out and executed. Every kindness meticulously planned and hidden. He truly is an enigma. He would rather his friends believe him selfish and cruel, than see him for the gentle, caring man he truly is.

The kindnesses continue, always carefully implemented so as to erase any and all suspicion that Astarion may have had any part in it. He continues to be outwardly difficult and mean so as to cover his tracks. Halsin can do little but watch, as he always has, that is, until Astarion’s little kindnesses eventually and inevitably extend to him, too.

He is not so easily fooled, has seen past the performance that the other man puts on for some reason that he is still trying to parse.

It’s a quiet evening, the battles of the day had been hard, but nothing they were ill-equipped to handle. The shadow curse has been getting to Halsin, though. Seeing his greatest failure in all of it’s unbearable misery has been weighing on him. And he knows his struggle is not invisible to his fellow party members. They seem unsure what to do about it, though, seeing as he is a centuries old former Arch-Druid with life experience they could hardly fathom. He enjoys his time at camp but cannot say with certainty that he is truly close to anyone there. Though he wishes to be, he is afraid they’ve placed him on somewhat of a pedestal after his actions in the grove, forgetting that he is fallible and full of emotion, same as them.

He very nearly misses it, when it happens, too caught up in his thoughts to hear the slight shuffling near the entrance to his tent. Thankfully, he doesn’t, and emerges with a small smile.

Astarion freezes at the sound of his emergence, crouched over something small and wooden at his feet. Then, almost as if possessed, his shoulders relax and he looks up with a devilish grin. “Halsin! My dear, I was just looking for you. Some wretched little thing of a child has gifted me with perhaps the ugliest wooden duck I’ve ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on. And these things are in no way ‘beautiful’ on a good day. I cannot have something so… distasteful loitering around my tent. You mentioned you liked ducks so I thought it would be of better use here. Otherwise I’m throwing it in the river.” It’s a lot of words, more than the vampire generally tends to use in casual conversation, as much as he pretends he’s an insufferable chatterbox. That’s the second clue Halsin gets that perhaps there’s more to this than Astarion is telling him. The first being the way he froze, as if he hadn’t been expecting Halsin to be there. “Looking for you”, right…

Astarion stands and nods at the duck on the ground. It’s small, a little misshapen, but it’s got hearts carved where it’s eyes should be and for some reason Halsin finds that hopelessly endearing. He kneels and cradles the thing gently in his cupped palms.

When he looks up Astarion is grinning at him, still in that sneering performative way he likes to, but in his eyes that shine of pride makes itself known. Halsin likes the duck, it’s obvious. And Astarion is proud of himself, but he’ll never tell. He’ll never let anyone else be.

The third clue is dripping sluggishly down Astarion’s finger, stark and red against his deathly pale skin. Halsin remembers the first time he’d whittled. His hands had looked much of the same. He smiles.

“Thank you, Astarion. This is very good. Would you like some salve for your hand?”

Astarion’s eyes widen, only fractionally, but noticeable if you’d been looking in his eyes. And Halsin had been. Still, his expression shutters and he pastes another smirk on before turning his nose up at the duck.

“Thank the Gods, that ugly thing is your problem now. And I’ve no idea what you mean dear, my hand is perfectly serviceable.” He rushes away with a perfunctory wave, likely to rob Halsin of the opportunity to call him out on his bullshit. Halsin only smiles and cradles the duck. He’d bloodied his hands for this, for him. The surge of affection that washes through him is entirely involuntary but wholly welcome.

Astarion wakes from his trance the next morning to a gift settled gently at the entrance of his tent. It’s a wooden cat, masterfully carved from a dark oak and undeniably beautiful. Perfectly fitting the vampire’s tastes and sensibilities.

A note lies beside it in what he recognizes to be Halsin’s messy scrawl.

Thank you, Astarion, again for the duck. It thrills and delights me to know that you care. It did make me feel better, you know, and I still have that salve if you need. All you have to do is ask. I thought I’d return the favor, seeing as you do so much for the camp but refuse to let anyone see it, or thank you.

I see you. I thank you.

Yours,

Halsin

#bg3 #astarion #halsin #bloodbear #halsin x astarion #halstarion #gale being a wet cat #wyll being dashing and heroic #can you tell im swooning #i care him sm #you guys dont get it like i do #covert kindnesses #astarion is kind of like those cats that look away as they slide food towards you #like ‘gods ur pathetic but /here/ i guess’#brublurbs

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elizabethemerald · 1 year

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The Son of the Red Hood

The Weight of the Time Stream

Clockwork intervenes in Danny’s life so that he can learn all needs to be the King of the Infinite Realms. Hopefully this time he can be loved and cared for like he deserves.

The weight of monitoring the Time Stream was one Clockwork would never wish on another being. He had bared witness to horrors that were truly beyond the comprehension of a lesser ghost. He has seen Pariah Dark slaughter his way across the universe. He had seen Darkseid complete the Anti-Life equation and unmake existence. He had seen a rampaging Doomsday wipe out all intelligent life. All in alternate timelines where a hero had failed

While his power was not absolute, Clockwork's purpose was to guide the Time Stream away from such calamitous endings. A small nudge of a bullet’s path here, a bomb disarmed at the last second there, a villain taking just a moment longer to monologue somewhere in the middle. Whatever it took to keep the Time Stream on the proper path.

More important than protecting the Mortal Realms, Clockwork focused most of his attention on the Time Stream of the Infinite Realms. The so-called Ghost Zone was connected to an infinite number of dimensions and alternate realities and if the Zone were to collapse, or the Time Stream become marred it would lead to the catastrophic collapse of all other realities until all of existence was unmade.

It was for the preservation of the Time Stream that Clockwork aided the other Ancients in entombing Pariah Dark. The Tyrant Ghost King would never have been happy with his subjects in the Realms. Eventually he would have wanted to conquer the universe to add all of existence to his control. Even if he somehow managed to slaughter every living thing that existed across all the infinite dimensions and realities he then would have turned his gaze back to the Zone and set about slaughtering and shattering his own citizens.

Since the fall of Pariah Dark, no single being has had as much of an impact on the security of the Realms and the Time Stream. That was until a single boy, in action so unlikely that in all the infinite timelines Clockwork had witnessed it had only happened once. Daniel Fenton, known to the ghosts as Phantom, became the second ever Halfa. Half ghost, half alive. The moment echoes across the new timeline, carving and reshaping the possible futures from this one radiating moment.

At first there had been numerous timelines where it was Danny who broke the Time Stream, or who slaughtered his way across the cosmos. Maybe he went back in time and had accidentally unwritten his own birth causing the timeline to collapse into a singularity or a paradox. Maybe he was tortured into insanity by the Ghost Investigation Ward or his parents and in his madness brought about the end of all things. Maybe he cheated on a test and then watched his family die in front of him and then killed almost all life on the planet.

However unlike others with this amount of potential for harm, it only took a single instance of Daniel facing his own dark potential future for those possibilities to vanish. Again the boy had the bizarre ability to simply will timelines into or out of existence. There were no longer any timelines where he would harm the Time Stream, or threaten the realities.

Daniel believed in his own personal rules for himself so strongly that they could rewrite all manner of possible alternate realities. He told himself he had to protect and so he did so. He told himself he couldn’t become Dan, so he didn’t. It was an ability, a belief in himself that Clockwork had rarely seen before, no matter how many timelines he observed.

When Daniel faced Pariah Dark, unknowingly challenging the Tyrant for the throne of the Infinite Realms, Clockwork could see the future of the Time Stream brighten with every blow he landed against him. When he successfully defeated Pariah in single combat Clockwork watched the numerous time lines wherein High King Phantom led the Infinite Realms into a golden age of peace and prosperity.

However, even Daniel wasn’t perfect. He was untrained in many areas, self taught in others. There were beings, ghosts or mortals who were better fighters than him and if they challenged him could unmake the good work he could do. He needed to be trained, to be taught all he needed to know about how to fight, how to lead, how to govern, how to negotiate. All of that training would take time, and for once, Clockwork the god of time, who had witnessed timelines and futures beyond count, didn’t have enough time.

Clockwork had managed to convince Daniel that he would not officially have to take the crown until he was ready. Daniel interpreted that as he had until his eighteenth birthday, only a few short months away now. Clockwork could not see any timeline where the boy did not take up the crown upon his birthday. So Clockwork, who had watched eons pass, was suddenly on a time crunch, to infuse Daniel’s mind with what some ghosts spent centuries learning and perfecting.

So he had stumbled upon a solution. He needed to push back Daniel’s birthday. But how to do it? If he did the simplest solution and just held Daniel in his clocktower lair, outside of the Time Stream, it would be a matter of hours of instruction before the boy grew bored and left. Any other solutions would end up breaking Daniel’s very shallow trust in Clockwork which could lead to catastrophes in the futures.

Daniel either had to choose to delay his own birthday, which he would never do because with his birthday also came with freedom from his parents, or he couldn’t know that Clockwork had delayed the day. It was fortunate then that Clockwork had the ability to manipulate a being’s place in the Time Stream. In the common vernacular he could make things age forward or in reverse at any rate he desired. It would be a simple affair to regress Daniel to a younger age, restrict his memories, locked behind certain aging milestones. But what to do with the boy then?

Clock could certainly train Daniel himself, or have one of the other powerful and trustworthy ghosts watch over the deaged boy king. There were however two flaws with that idea. Even before he officially accepts the crown, Daniel could still be challenged by other ghosts, so he would have to be hidden away from the ghosts that would threaten him. The other flaw was that Daniel was only half a ghost. His human half had needs that couldn’t be seen to in the Infinite Realms. He would need to be watched over in the Mortal Realms.

Where to place a young boy, who would inevitably develop his ghostly powers and his heroic tendencies? Where could he learn to fight or to lead so that he could not be bested in combat and instead lead the Infinite Realms to the brighter future Clockwork had seen? If only there were heroes in the world that could guide the child king. Oh wait.

There were numerous heroes in the Mortal Realm, many of whom would be delighted to care for, raise, and train a young hero. The Kryptonian, the Amazon, the Atlantean. All of them have things they could teach the boy, their moral codes: incorruptible iron. However, being Master of Time meant weighing all sides to try and gain the most benefits from a decision. While these power houses would be able to teach Daniel much before he took up the crown, they would benefit little from their tutelage.

Searching for someone who had the skills Daniel needed to learn, the connections to fill in any gaps, and would benefit from raising a lonely and broken child led Clockwork to the Bats of Gotham. The Bat himself wouldn’t do, he had too many children already, and Daniel did not need another absentee or emotionally stunted parent. The children of the Cowl however… there were many options there. Cassandra to learn the way of Shadows, Damian to learn the way of Blades, Richard to learn how to fly even before his powers develop. Daniel would benefit equally from any of the Knights of Gotham, as the siblings would always, in every timeline, reach out to each other to ensure the best possible care.

There was one that would benefit the most. The one who’s compassion had been drowned in the rage of corrupted ectoplasm. Yet still, fought every day for control, fought to protect. The one who would without question care for a hurt child, who would be calmed by the child king’s aura of pure ectoplasm. And with the network of heroes he would have access to all the help he could ever ask for in the training of his ghost child.

Decision made, Clockwork turned to look at the floating gears around his head. In one a hero wearing a red helmet was being called to a source of ectoplasm that called to the Pit inside him. Danny had bled on Clockwork’s floor after the last time his parents had caught him in his Phantom form. Clockwork simply kept the blood and then poured it out onto a Gotham rooftop in order to bring his hero of choice into the proper position.

In another, a tired Daniel flew back to the portal to the Mortal Realms. He had been through a long day. Multiple fights in Amity Park, then a long lesson in Clockwork’s lair. In the last gear, Daniel’s parents descended into their basement with Vlad Masters, the first halfa, otherwise known as Plasmius. Clockwork could have shortened the conversation with Daniel to prevent the coming confrontation, or he could have held him there in the Infinite Realms longer, but this needed to happen.

He watched as Daniel stepped out of the swirling portal, transforming into his human form mid yawn. The Fentons reacted at once, his mother pulling and firing a blaster in the blink of an eye. Daniel lept back, flight taking over in an instant, one hand clamped over the blaster wound on his side. A flash of light again started to travel up Daniel’s body as his father levied his, much larger, ecto bazooka and fired. A sneer gleaming in Masters’ eyes at Daniel’s misfortune.

“Time Out.” Clockwork said. The images in the gears froze. The hero and his brother were almost at the rooftop. Daniel was frozen mid transformation. A powerful beam of ecto energy was stationary, stopped on its course towards Daniel’s body.

Clockwork willed himself to Daniel’s side. If he didn’t involve himself now this would be the worst of Daniel’s tortures at his parent’s hands, almost enough to drive him to a world ending madness. However even this wasn’t enough to overcome Daniel’s strength of character. Instead Daniel would withdraw from the world, turn his back on the humans. It would break him in a different way.

He tapped Daniel with his staff and watched as the boy regressed, the consequences of puberty undoing themselves before his eyes. He stopped when Daniel was just short of five years old. Daniel would be old enough to learn from his new mentor without being an undue burden on someone not expecting to be caring for a child. And he would have 13 years to learn as much as he could from the heroes.

Clockwork grabbed the deaged child in his arms then glanced around at the scene he was leaving. Anger and hatred radiating off the faces of Daniel’s parents. Cruel glee on the face of Plasmius. If the Fentons were allowed to live they would never stop hunting Phantom, the ghost they assumed had killed their son. They would keep escalating their attacks until war between the Realms was inevitable.

Their hatred and rage would only be fueled by the man standing behind them. If Vlad Masters learned that Daniel was in a vulnerable state, he would not hesitate to try and manipulate control over him or to challenge a toddler for the crown of the High King. Under the rule of Plasmius the Infinite Realms would rot away in his constant search for more and greater power. Removing Masters at least temporarily and Daniel’s parents permanently could only be good for realms, at least if Daniel eventually could bring himself to forgive Clockwork for it.

He tapped a panel of the portal with his staff and watched as the screws holding the panel in place corroded and rusted, aging decades before his eyes. When the screws finally crumpled to dust the panel fell to the ground exposing wires and charged ectoplasm that powered the portal. The ecto blast was directly lined up with the exposed components now that Daniel wasn’t in the way.

It was the perfect time for an explosion. Daniel’s two companions were at their homes. Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson wouldn’t find out about the explosion until the following morning. His sister, Jasmine Fenton wouldn’t find out about it for a week. He had thought about trying to prevent her from reconnecting with her brother, but the girl was tenacious. It was a family trait. Trying to stop her from finding her brother was like trying to stop the very flow of time. When she inevitably found him, it would do nothing but help the boy’s emotional growth.

Clockwork pulled Daniel away, changing his clothes from those fit for a teenager to those of a toddler. Daniel might be angry at him later, but Clockwork couldn’t resist the star themed footie pajamas. Bearing the weight of the Time Stream was a lot. He had to take his small moments of enjoyment where he could.

The two of them appeared on the rooftop in Gotham. Clockwork knew the heroes were only a few roofs away. He set Daniel down on the rooftop next to the small puddle of his blood. Next to the boy, who had during his transformation to a child had fallen asleep, Clockwork placed his gifts. A red beanie saturated with Foley’s ecto signature. A pair of black, fingerless gloves saturated with Manson’s. And finally a teddy bear dressed up as an astronaut. The bear not only contained Jasmine’s ecto signature, but smelled like her favorite shampoo, a mix of her namesake and apple blossoms. Inside he had recorded a final gift from Jasmine to Daniel that the boy would discover later. The last thing he wanted was for Daniel to forget completely about the people who had loved him, even if his memories of them would be restrained for now.

Clockwork glanced around to make sure that everything was how he wanted it, then appeared back in his haunt in the Infinite Realms. The two gears again showed their frozen scenes, just as he had left them.

“Time In.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see one gear suddenly light up with green light as the portal overloaded and exploded, wiping out the Fenton home. He flicked his wrist and banished the gear away from his sight as he focused on the last. He watched as the Red Hood swung up and onto the rooftop. He watched as the hero came to a sudden stop at the scene before him. And even though he couldn’t see the man’ face through the helmet, he knew his eyes had widened in surprise.

Clockwork just hoped he had done enough for Daniel to grow up, happy this time, and to have the skills needed to be the best king the Infinite Realms had ever had, or would ever have.

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kaciidubs · 8 months

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Lucky Charm

❣ For my sweet love @sweetracha - thank you for indulging me in this AU, I hope you like it! ❣

❣ Summary: Racer! AU - Its the first race of the season, and what's a better way to start it off without a little visit from Jisung's lucky charm? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 1.1k ❣ Warnings: Racecar Driver! Jisung, Racer Crew! OT8, Jisung's a bit cocky but in a lovable way, established relationship, hinted smut, fluff, humor, kissing, Seungmin is a menace to Changbin, Jeongin is a menace to Minho, Jisung is a menace to Reader ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Han, and Mr. Flirt, sort of slice of life style but I love it ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Seungmin, stop hiding my tools!”

“I’ll stop hiding them when you stop calling me a dog!”

You watched as Changbin wrangled the younger into a chokehold - putting no power behind it, of course - and continued spewing on about how he’ll continue being a dog if he keeps hiding his stuff.

“They’re still at it?”

Breaking you from the ever so entertaining view, you turned your head to see Chris walking over to you, black headset donned around his neck in preparation for the race.

“Mhm - you know, for the pit leader and star of the crew, they really can’t get past this fake sibling rivalry.”

“It keeps them entertained and out of my hair, as long as they don’t kill each other then so be it.”

Nodding in agreement, you snuck a peek at the pair once again; Seungmin now, miraculously, out of the hold and taunting Changbin over something entirely new.

It was race day, the first race of the season and the starting line for the journey to the silver cup, so it was understandable why they seemed to have more energy than before - honestly, you were surprised they weren’t chasing each other around by this point.

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” You mused, noting the lack of a few familiar faces amongst the pit crew that filled the assigned stadium garage.

Chris leaned against the table you were sitting on, crossing his arms over his t-shirt clad chest, “Well, Minho’s doing a pre recorded interview - he brought Jeongin along to ‘show him how it's done’, Hyunjin is out getting some pictures of the stadium, Felix is getting the final lineup of the race, and I’m sure you know where Jisung is.”

Ah, right - the man of the hour and the reason why you’re all gathered today - Han Jisung, the person taking up this season’s race in the SKZ name. This was far from his first race, or course, but it still held importance; this was his shot at a third consecutive win following his overly successful season last year, taking over for Minho as he took on the responsibility of training Jeongin with Chris, and you were here to hopefully witness his first win of the circuit.

Picking aimlessly at the fabric of your skirt, you regarded the eldest with a soft look, “You think he’s nervous?”

“Yeah.” He unfolded his arms, resting his hands on the edge of the table, “But you know how he is, nerves are only fuel to him - keeps telling me how he knows what he’s doing and that he’s bringing back another trophy for the garage.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in amusement - cocky as ever.

The sound of the door squeaking open drew your attention, easily recognizing the faces coming through the door.

“You can ignore me all you want - that interviewer was so into you!” Jeongin beamed, following closely behind a nonplussed Minho.

“Chan, get this child away from me, now.”

“Seriously! How could you not see it?! She was a hundred perfect fucking you with her eyes-”

“Chan!”

“Shit- okay! Innie, you keep testing him and he might actually kill you this time.” Chris launched himself from his position on the table, leaving you to watch as he dragged the youngest driver away from the veteran - but not without attracting the attention of the two lead pit crew members eager for the tea.

In the midst of the action, the door opened once again - Jisung walked through wearing his racing jumpsuit decorated in various sponsorship patches he’d earned throughout the years. He went to jump into the ruckus until he spotted you on the table, laughing at whatever threat Minho famously came up with this time, his heart fluttering and feet leading him straight to your side.

“You must really love me if you’re willing to deal with these guys,” he hummed nonchalantly, not missing the way you jumped at his sudden presence, head whipping toward him in surprise.

Rolling your eyes, a soft smile quickly replaced your shock, “You must really love me if you’re willing to let me deal with these guys.” You watched as he saddled himself in front of you, caging you in against the table with a sideways smirk.

“Of course I love you,” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, a bright smile blossomed on his lips, “you should’ve told me you were here already, I would’ve gotten ready faster!”

“Today’s an important day, you really think I’m gonna rush you just to see me?” Your fingers danced their way up the fabric of his jumpsuit, tracing along the various seams and straps before finding home on his shoulders.

“I’m always in a rush to see you, why do you think I always finish in first?”

You scoffed out a laugh, eyes glittering with mirth, “Okay, Mr. Flirt, let’s get our heads in the game here.”

“Han! We’ve gotta start getting ready soon!”

A wave of anxious excitement washed over you at Chris’ time call, and you could see the spark of determination flash behind Jisung’s eyes - this was it.

“One last kiss from my lucky charm?” Jisung hummed softly, his hands sliding to cradle the outside of your thighs, fingers fiddling with your skirt.

Nodding curtly, you took his face in your hands, gently turning his head to the right, “Be smart-” you murmured before kissing his cheek and turning his head to the left, “be safe-” planting another kiss, you turned him one final time to face you, “be fast-” pecking his lips, you leveled him with a soft stare, “and come back to me.”

“Always.” He promised, as always, finishing the ritual with a solid kiss to your lips in return, pulling back with a cocky grin, “I’ll make sure to come back for my second checkered flag, too.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before your gaze dropped to where he was currently squeezing your thighs and- of course, in addition to wearing a custom shirt with his racing number and name, you’d opted for a black and white checker patterned skirt to tie the look together.

A new rush of heat ran through you as you mushed his face with your hands, embarrassed giggles escaping you all the while, “Han Jisung get away from me!”

You could feel him kiss the palm of your hand with a triumphant laugh, taking your wrist to move your hand, “You know you love me!”

“Yeah, I love you, now go!”

Successfully shooing him away, you watched as he went to huddle with the rest of his team - now noticing the arrival of Felix amongst the group, and Hyunjin with his camera in hand, snapping pictures of the first huddle of the season.

You knew he’d give it his all, he always did, but a little intentionally unintentional enticement never hurt anyone - you were his lucky charm after all, and if that helped him have another reason to bring back the gold then who were you to stop it?

#skz fic #stray kids fic #Han Jisung x reader #Jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #Racer! AU #Racer! AU SKZ #Racer! Jisung #Racer! Han

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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PEACHES & CREAM, njm ♡︎

♡︎ pairing | na jaemin x male reader

♡︎ genre | smut

♡︎ warnings | bottom male reader, dom jaemin, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, cheating, slight degradation, slightly possessive jaemin, pet names (puppy, pup, etc.,)

♡︎ summary | jaemin fucks you rough because he's jealous that you picked jeno as your bf instead of him (lol)

♡︎ author's note | i've been gone for like weeks and i'm so sorry for that, but here's a fic to hopefully make up for my absence. reblogs are highly appreciated, thank you

Although he's been friends with Jeno for years, Jaemin thinks it's unfair that his best friend has you— he's always been told that he's very similar to Jeno, but Jaemin disagrees. In his mind, he's better than anyone else; he's got the charm, personality, you name it, and that's why he can't fathom you picking Jeno over him when he's been with you since the beginning.

Jaemin couldn't help but feel enraged, the anger that grows inside him everytime he sees you being happy with his best friend. He feels enraged that you decided to see Jeno instead of him, the way your eyes shine in bright happiness with his bandmate— and that anger always leads up to a certain thing: Jaemin fucking you up dumb before you go to your shared bedroom with your boyfriend.

"Nana— fuck— s-slow down!" you whimpered helplessly, but Jaemin couldn't seem to be stopped. Your hands roam their way up to Jaemin's chest, weakly taking an attempt to push him off.

"Nuh, uh, baby boy, you know that's not my name, right?" Jaemin mumbled, his voice tinged with resentment for how you addressed his name— you knew deep down not to call him that, but you couldn't help yourself as you were dicked down to oblivion. Jaemin's cock went in and out of your hole, his cum quickly flowing down your thighs, the same fluid covering his entire length— and this entire disarray is an evidence of the numerous times your boyfriend's best friend has fucked you up like this.

"D-daddy~! T-too much!" a small protest squeaked out of your throat, legs trembling from overstimulation while you held onto his shoulders for your dear life as he thrusted upwards deeply. Unfortunately for you, Jaemin only growled as a response before spanking the side of your thighs harshly.

"Too much? Too much, you fucking whore? I don't hear you saying that to Jeno every fucking time, even after I fill you up to the brim," the man snarked, his thumb seductively roaming circles around your, cum-coated, overly sensitive tip. The action made you sob even more, a river of tears flowing on your cheeks, and just by the looks of you crying like this, Jaemin could swear that anytime, he'd lose his mind— and you just know with the smirk plastered on his face right now that he won't be stopping or slowing down anytime soon.

With your face being wet with your own tears, your cock bouncing flat on your stomach as you cummed again for who-knows-how many times now, Jaemin couldn't help but grin internally to the mess that he's made you— and to him, only him and himself only have the right to make you like this, not even his own best friend.You felt his hands hold your waist tighter, his head burying deeper on the crook of your neck as he leaves dark, and obvious hickeys on it. The tip of his cock brushed up against your prostate repeatedly, and it made you dig your nails into his skin even more, earning you a loud, deep groan from him.

"C-can't— Nana, please~" you whimpered helplessly as you left soft kisses on his neck as an attempt to get him to let you off, but much to your dismay, Jaemin only raised a brow.

"Aw~ am I being too much, prince, hm? Can't take anything anymore?" his soft voice lingered around your ears in fabricated pity. You looked at him with hopeful eyes that he would finally give you a break, but before you could even speak, Jaemin rutted his hips again, and this time, it's more animalistic.You moaned loudly at every thrust, your tears flowing more and more down on your cheeks. "Did you really expect that I'd stop, you dumb pup, huh?!" Jaemin scowled as he pinched your nipples tightly.

"I'll only stop once I'm satisfied, bitch. The moment I fill you up with lots of cum that your pathetic little boyfriend wouldn't be able to spread your legs without my cum flowing out of you, that's when I'll stop, understood?" He grinned devilishly, "then you'd tell him that only I can fill you up so much to the point that you feel bloated, make your pathetic cock cum endlessly, and that you're fucking mine, wouldn't you, puppy?"

You clamped your walls tightly at his words, never would you have expected that Jaemin could say things like this, but nevertheless, that turned you on even more. He stared at you emotionlessly, scoffing in disgust at how such words could easily turn you on. This wasn't the Jaemin that you know of, and the look on his face made your eyes flood with tears again.Jaemin stopped unexpectedly, his shaft throbbing hardly inside your hole as he looked at you sternly. You whined at the sudden halting of his thrusts, "why did you stop, daddy?"

"Hm? You were just asking me to stop earlier, what happened to that, puppy?" He asked before continuing, "I guess you really are a slut, huh? A greedy fucking plaything who can't keep his hole behaved without someone's cock being inside of you. Pathetic."

You pouted—cutely—at the degradation, causing Jaemin to release a scoff. "Does my baby hate being called a whore, a greedy plaything, hm?"

"Yes," that was a soft, silent answer that you gave him while sniffling, expecting him to get softer this time, but instead, Jaemin replied something cynical.

"Then tell Jeno that you're my bitch, and not his," you looked at him in disbelief, your lips wobbling, not sure of what to answer him.

"W-what?" He quirked up a brow before rutting unexpectedly upon hearing your response. "I'm not going to repeat myself, [y/n]. Yes or no?!"

Before you could even answer, Jaemin started thrusting again at a rougher pace, adjusting himself to penetrate you deeper, which has caused bulges to form on your stomach.

"Y-YES— I'M GONNA TELL HIM THAT I'M YOUR BITCH!" you replied almost in an instant. The continuous pleasure along with the sensitivity brought by overstimulation was driving you to insanity, causing you to instinctively wrap your arms and legs around his body to feel him deeper. Jaemin's ego soared high upon seeing your reaction, he took it in his pride that he was able to break into you without a hitch, "good fucking boy~"

You were starting to get dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure, and it didn't help that Jaemin began jerking your cock once again before pulling you into a messy kiss. Jaemin thrusted deeper and harder, every movement that he made drove you in an insane overdrive that you were just mindlessly dancing your tongue with his as you kissed.

"Nana~ I'm cumming—" you whimpered immediately as you pulled away, your hole clenching and unclenching in repeat as you near your high. You nuzzled his neck as you tear up from the overstimulation.

"Cum for me, puppy— fuck— cum for daddy," Jaemin could feel his orgasm nearing as well, and it caused him to moan subconsciously while thrusting into you. "I'm near too, baby— shit! I'm gonna fill this hole up until you're all bloated and full, that you'll forget him after this— fuck!"

And with those words, your moans harmonized as you rode your own highs. Thick ropes of cum shooted out of your cum on Jaemin's chest, whileas Jaemin emptied his load inside you for the umpteenth time this night.

You fell weak on top of his chest, breathing ragged as you collect yourselves from the exhausting session, and that is when you were startled by a familiar voice knocking on Jaemin's dorm room.

Jaemin smirked devilishly as he heard who's voice that was. "Let's stay like this. This is better than telling Jeno that you're finally mine~"

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lizzie-boo · 2 years

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Make Me A Promise

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request: How about a hurt/comfort with Steve where he has to protect and help the hurt reader.

Requested by: @katieflynn33

Summary: When you and Steve both get injured in the upside-down you decide to keep your wounds a secret. What's the point in worrying your friends when your injury is nothing compared to Steve's. However, when Steve finds out his reaction is anything but what you had expected.

Words: 2,757

Warnings: Blood, the standard upside-down related things.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long babe I’ve been extra busy with wedding planning. Hopefully, you enjoy this. I’ll have your other request done as soon as I can.

The bats circled overhead, diving down every few seconds to attack. You stood back to back with Robin trying to ward off as many of the creatures as you could but the swarm seemed to be never-ending. Glancing over your shoulder you could see Nancy helping Steve remove the beast that had tried to choke him. You weren’t sure if the twisting feeling in your stomach was from the anxiety of the situation or from the jealousy of watching your crush interact with his ex-girlfriend. You knew they were over but you couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares that seemed to be coming from both parties. Deep down, you knew that if Jonathon were out of the picture Nancy would have made a move already. The only person who was saving you from complete heartbreak right now was someone who was off living life in a completely different state.

Finally, as the last of the creatures are fended off you take a moment to finally look at Steve. His torso is covered in cuts and gaping wounds, blood covering more of his skin than you ever could have imagined. Robin and Eddie begin to move towards him, and you finally snap your gaze away. It isn’t until you begin to make your way over, as well, that you notice the stinging sensation in your leg. Looking down, you notice the teeth holes in your jeans. The once blue fabric was now stained a dark red from the wound.

The slight limp in your step doesn’t seem to be noticeable and for that you are grateful. Everyone already seemed concerned enough about Steve’s injuries the last thing you wanted to do was worry them more. Especially when your’s was nothing compared to his.

You tune into the conversation as Steve says, “There aren’t that many we can take them.” The second the words leave his mouth you hear the tell-tale sound of more bats flying in. They fill the sky turning the world around you darker.

Someone near you tells you to run but you can’t be sure whose voice it is. All you can hear right now is the sound of the monsters and your heartbeat thumping in your ears. It mixes into an adrenaline-inducing haze that has you forgetting all about the pain in your leg. Eventually, your footsteps slow and you come to rest underneath a large rock. Nancy takes the lead, assessing the situation at hand. Her eyes narrow as she calculates the best course of action for the five of you.

At the sound of Steve’s grunt, all heads turn and all eyes lock on the hand he holds against the wound on his abdomen. He stumbles back falling against the rock and Nancy rushes to his side as Robin begins to ramble at rabies. Next to you, Eddie begins to scan the sky looking for any other potential dangers.

“Here let me help,” Nancy tells Steve as she begins to tear her shirt so she has something to bandage his wounds.

You watch the tender moment they share and your heart breaks further. Deep down you know that if you all make it out of this alive then they will get back together. Leaving you broken-hearted, watching from the sidelines. Eddie bumps your shoulder with his and you turn towards him. He wraps his arm loosely around your shoulder, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“There’s nothing to worry about between them,” he reassures you.

“Are you looking at them?” Your eyebrows raise as you try to accentuate your point.

“That right there,” he gestures towards them. “is nothing compared to what you and Steve have. I’ve seen the way he looks at Nancy and it’s not even remotely close to how he looks at you.”

You force out a laugh, “I wish that was true.”

Eddie tightens his grip around you as you watch Nancy lean in to wrap the makeshift bandage around Steve. Your chest tightens as they share shy smiles and whispered conversation. Eddie’s thumb rubs against your shoulder and the pressure of his ring eases some of the tension you feel setting in.

Robin finally calms enough to make her way back to you. Eddie’s arm stays on your shoulder as you turn to talk to her.

“How you doing buddy?” you ask her.

She lets out a dry laugh. “Well besides the potentially rabies-laden monsters and the whole trapped in a weirdo version of Hawkins I’m just great.”

“That’s the spirit,” you joke trying to ease the tension. For the first time since this whole ordeal started the three of you share a genuine laugh.

The noise draws Steve’s attention towards you, and the scour that graces his feature when he catches sight of the arm around your shoulder doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. Nancy also seems to catch on to the jealousy brewing inside of Steve. With this new information, she takes a step back, assessing Steve. Once she is sure his injuries won’t get any worse she delivers a light kick to his leg.

“What was that for?” he asks, eyes widening in shock.

“Go,” is all she says before pushing him in your direction.

He doesn’t make it to you, instead, the screeching of one of the creatures nearby has everyone freezing. It sends a chill down your spine.

“We need guns or grenades or something if we wanna get out of here,” Robin says, turning to look at each of us.

“The police station should have them,” you offer while placing your hand on top of Eddie’s.

“We don’t need to go into town, I have guns. I have two in my bedroom, we just need to make it there.” Nancy is on the move before she’s even finished talking.

You all follow behind her avoiding the vines littering the ground as you make your way towards the Wheeler residence. Making your way into the house you follow Nancy up the stairs. The pain in your leg flares as you take the steps too fast but you try to ignore it. With everything else going on the last thing you want to do is worry them over a little cut that they can’t even fix right now anyway.

As Nancy rummages through her closet you turn towards her nightstand, her diary catching your eye. You flip it open letting curiosity get the better of you. In front of you in the neat script is all about her and Steve’s relationship. Your stomach churns the more you read. You flip the cover shut and squeeze your eyes shut wanting to forget everything you read.

The last thing you wanted was to get a personal look into their relationship. It taunted you as if foreshadowing what they were about to rekindle. It made you sick thinking about how you would never compare to Nancy, not in Steve’s eyes at least. Eddie turns and opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. Instead, you rush out of the bedroom and head for the stairs. You take them two at a time, wanting to distance yourself from the others. As you reach the last step a jolt of pain travels up your leg. Letting out a yelp you fall to the ground, not wanting to put any more pressure on the injury.

Sitting at the bottom of the steps you grasp at your wound in an attempt to ease the pain. You squeeze your eyes shut again, this time to hold the welling tears at bay. A tingling sensation begins to mix with the searing pain. It is as if the creatures are still biting you. Ripping into your flesh over and over. As the pain overwhelms you Steve comes to kneel in front of you.

“What happened?” he asks, frantically searching your face for answers.

“It’s nothing,” you lie.

Noticing your hands clutching your leg he slowly pries your hands away. Taking in the sight of your bloody hands and the bite wounds he pales.

“This isn’t nothing, this is really bad.” Standing he heads towards the Wheeler’s kitchen and digs through a few drawers before returning. He wraps the wound with a dishcloth, tying it tightly to help stop the flow of blood.

“I promise, I’m fine.”

“You should have told me sooner, if you lost much more blood you could have died.” The panic in his voice leaves your heart feeling heavy. The last thing you ever wanted to do was worry him.

“I don’t think I lost that much.”

Reaching for your wrists he holds your bloody hands up before nodding his head towards them. His expression is all you need to tell that he isn’t buying any of your lies. As much as you want to focus on convincing him that you’re fine it seems that the feeling of his skin on yours has short-circuited your brain. Any coherent thought that you might have had before is out the window now that his fingers are wrapped around your wrist.

“You can’t scare me like this, what if no one noticed and you bled out?” He drops your wrist and your heart along with it.

The sound of footfalls on the stairs catches your attention and you both turn to see the confused expressions of your friends. Noticing your bandaged leg they swarm you each trying to make sure you’re okay.

Steve stands and steps back allowing them to fuss over you and he makes his way towards the dining room. Soon everything becomes chaotic as you all learn you can communicate with the kids. After finding out how to escape you all make a plan to bike to Eddie’s trailer.

Opening the garage you find four bikes sitting in the corner. The five of you look between each other and the four bikes unsure of what to do. Finally, you step forward ready to share an idea that might work.

“Robin and I can share a bike, she can stand on the back while I pedal,” you offer to the group.

“No, no way. You can’t be putting that much force on your leg,” Steve argues.

“I can pedal then,” Robin suggests. Nancy and Eddie both nod, accepting the plan that you had come up with. Steve on the other hand still doesn’t seem pleased with this idea.

“You can ride with me, I won’t have a problem with the extra weight.” He crosses his arms clearly not wanting to take no for an answer.

Robin scoffs, “Should I be offended, I feel like I should be offended.” Eddie gently pats her shoulder before heading towards a bike.

The ride to Eddie’s trailer is longer than you thought it would be. Just standing on the back of the bike is enough to send flashes of pain up your leg. You can’t even begin to fathom how bad it would have been if you were pedaling. The feeling of Steve’s strong shoulders under your hands is a welcome distraction.

It doesn’t take long once you make it to the trailer for the gate to be opened. Watching the rope of sheets hanging between both sides leaves you in awe. Robin gives it a tug and when it holds you can’t help but let your jaw drop. She climbs the rope and falls onto the mattress on the other side.

Nancy nudges you, telling you to go next. Reaching for the rope you give it a test tug just to be sure.

“Wait, let me go first. You shouldn’t risk falling on your bad leg. I’ll go first and catch you when you climb through.” You turn towards Steve and stare at him as if he had spoken gibberish.

He wanted to make sure you were okay? Since when did he care so much about you? Shouldn’t he be focusing on making sure Nancy made it through alright? All the questions swarmed you at once and it felt as if you were drowning in thoughts. By the time you surface from your mental deluge Steve is already waiting on the other side, arms outstretched.

“I promise I’ll catch you,” he yells from the other side.

Eddie kneels next to you cupping his hands to help you up. Stepping into his hands with your good foot you pull yourself up and through the gate. The sensation of falling hits you at once like your stomach is dropping. It doesn’t last long and when it stops you feel Steve’s strong arms holding you close.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

He sets you down and lets his gaze wander to the growing red patch on your leg. “Here, come with me. We need to try to get this under control.” He reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwining with your own. Slowly he leads you to the bathroom and instructs you to sit on the edge of the tub.

Quietly muttering to himself he sorts through the cabinets looking for any form of first aid items. He lets out a string of curses before finally turning towards you.

“Not much to work with here.” Grabbing your leg he props it up on the closed toilet and begins to undo the towel.

He starts by cleaning the wound with the minuscule amount of hydrogen peroxide he found. Then he begins to bunch up the toilet paper, pressing it into the teeth marks littering the lower part of your leg. Wrapping it tightly he pulls away and discarded all the bloody items.

“So what’s the verdict doc?”

“Well, I think you’ll survive,” he jokes before growing serious again, “you had me scared.”

The small smile fades from your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t go getting hurt again.” He searches your eyes, silently begging you to listen.

“We all know what we signed up for when we decided to fight this monster.”

Moving closer he grabs your hands. “I can’t lose you.”

You open your mouth before promptly shutting it, unsure of how to respond to that.

“We’re all gonna make it through this,” you reassure him.

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t lose you.” He squeezes your hands.

“Oh,” you’re at a loss for words. Grasping at any thought you can you ask, “What about Nancy?”

The second the words come out you want to take them back. Nothing like ruining a possible moment by mentioning an ex. Right now you’d give anything for a gate to open under you and suck you back into the upside-down.

“Nancy is with Jonathan, we are just friends.”

“We’re just friends too though.”

He lets out a laugh and you can’t help but let a smile rest on your features. “Do you seriously not see that I would do anything for you. I care about you more than I care about anyone else.”

“Even Dustin?” you ask.

“Yes, absolutely, just don’t tell him. I’d never hear the end of it. How can I prove it?”

You squeeze his hands and chew your bottom lip pretending to think of something. He shifts impatiently, clearly not handling the waiting well. Finally, you release his hand and reach your bloodstained hand up to cup his cheek.

“Close your eyes,” you whisper. When he does you lean up and place your lips over his. You pull back before he gets the chance to reciprocate.

He blinks his eyes open, the smile on his face growing to match yours. “Your turn, close your eyes.” This time when your lips touch neither of you hold back. Your lips move against each other as if they had done this a million times before. You let your hands slide into his tangled hair and you pull on the strands trying to bring him closer.

“So do you believe me yet?” he asks with a smirk.

“Not quite,” you laugh before pulling him in again.

The moment is interrupted by Dustin banging on the door. “Hey come on stop hogging the bathroom.

“I’m gonna kill that shithead,” Steve grumbles before lacing his fingers with yours. Standing to make his way towards the door you pull him back.

“Before we go back out there and dive headfirst into monster hunting again, promise me that we will both walk out of this shitshow together.”

“I promise you that no matter what happens we will get through it together.” He punctuates his point with a kiss on your forehead. Hand in hand you make your way back into the living room ready to take on whatever is thrown your way.

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merakiui · 1 year

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I love your apocalypse au so much omg. Especially with Riddle like MMMMMM

How would the rest of the compound leaders treat their brides? (Including RSA and Rollo if that’s okay)

:D thank you for enjoying it!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, misogyny, apocalypse logic, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, obsession)

Riddle is controlling. He has built up a system with rules and it must not be broken. Naturally, these rules extend to you and he expects you to follow them. He may seem cold and mean and immensely difficult to get through to, especially when he has such a short temper, but if it weren't for Trey's placating words and actions you probably would have found yourself cast out long ago. Riddle has to learn to live with you, much like how you have to learn to live with Riddle. He only took you as a bride because it's part of the rules, so for a while he views you as more of an obligation rather than someone he might want to spend a life with. It takes time, but Riddle will warm up to you and, hopefully, soften enough to be lenient when it comes to the rules. Always so efficient, he has a schedule listing all of the days in which he hopes to try for a child with you, and leading up to those times he'll be sure to prepare you well in advance. If you can smooth his rough edges, you'll find he can be a pleasant, caring husband. And perhaps a child is what he needs to learn patience in order to keep his anger in check!

Leona is respectful with you. He makes sure you're given proper treatment by those around you, and if anyone has a problem with you they have to take it up with the leader first. Though he can be lazy and oftentimes most of his work falls to Ruggie to complete, he is honest about what he wants. He has no need for mind games or intricate webs of lies. Leona is fairly blunt about it: he picked you because a leader needs a bride and you're supposed to give him children, but if you're against it he's fine with it. It's not like he's desperate to have children any time soon, and you're an interesting herbivore. If anything, he keeps you around because you're amusing and he likes using you for sex. If you know how to take advantage of good things, your relationship with Leona will become very give and take. It's important to note that, though you may annoy him at times, he never raises a hand to you or snaps at you or treats you cruelly. Leona respects you a lot, even if he never admits it outright, and he knows just how admirable it is for you to be able to take on the roles expected of a bride. He supposes that, after spending so much time with you, he's come to tolerate you. (In Leona language, that means he likes you. <3)

Azul is all business, so he views your relationship with him as a mutually beneficial transaction (i.e. he's rather distant with you and only does what's expected in a bride-husband relationship: the bare minimum). To be crudely blunt, he knocks you up and provides you with a comfortable environment and everything else a pregnant bride would need and in return you give him children, company, a reason to boast to other compounds about his sweet, healthy, always-pregnant bride. It's a lovely deal made even better when you take into account how truly lonely he really is. Azul's married to his work, so he never has time for relationships outside of compound leader duties. But his connection with you forces him to make a conscious effort to build something wonderful and everlasting, and he's always been a secret romantic at heart. It's no surprise when he finds himself considering you from new angles, no longer viewing you as a contractual obligation but rather as his bride to love forever and always. You may hate him; you may love him, or you might be indifferent on the matter. But one thing is very clear: Azul won't let anyone else have you.

Kalim treats you like you are the sun, the moon, and the entire universe all wrapped into a single person. He simply adores you, and he'll spoil you rotten even if he hardly knows you. Living as Kalim's bride is arguably the easiest and most comfortable compared to the other compounds. Kalim ensures you're fed the most delicious meals and snacks, you're given the warmest, nicest-smelling baths, and that your clothes are always tailored to fit you wonderfully (including the maternity wear that you'll eventually fill into). It can be overwhelming to receive such genuine care and respect from him when times are so uncertain and the world beyond the compound is dangerous. You suspect there's more going on behind the scenes, but why should you bother worrying when Kalim is always taking such good care of you? It's a normal relationship for the most part. You just can't leave, you're bound to Kalim forever now, and you're expected to have lots of children. But then that's the new normal of the world. Nothing can be done to change that, right? :)

Vil is critical of you. He always is with everything in his life. After all, even in an apocalypse, he will look and act his best and most beautiful! So it's natural he would want you to reflect your own natural beauty. Though that may seem like he's overly scrutinizing or even strict when it comes to your diet and what you do in your free time... Truthfully, Vil just wants you to lead a happy, healthy life, and since you're his bride he wants you to be able to revel in the wondrous glow pregnancy will bestow upon you. Vil also has schedules he sticks to. He expects you to follow the one he prepares specifically for you, which means you're expected to eat healthy foods and snacks, exercise alongside him, allow him to prepare you for pregnancy, and so on. Even though it's overwhelming and tiring, Vil does care for you quite a bit. It may be hard to see when he's scolding you for sneaking unhealthy snacks or trying to sleep in when you're meant to join him on a morning jog, but he just wants you to be at your best!

Idia neglects you. A lot. He only agreed to take a bride because it's what's expected and his parents wouldn't stop not-so-subtly bringing it up when he'd check in with them on occasion. It didn't help that Ortho was in his ear talking so excitedly about how he can't wait for his brother to find a special someone who he can settle down with! Idia has no interest in you, preferring to spend his days playing games or working on side projects. He lets you do your own thing so long as it doesn't cause any troubles for the compound, and if anyone hounds him about how he ought to start sleeping with you Idia complains and complains. He's not interested in 3D. It would be so much better to just fuck an anime girl in VR...or something. If you're really so desperate to be filled, the doctors can just inseminate you and he'll never have to come within touching distance. But of course his opinion will change when he finally looks at you rather than through you and begins to truly consider a real relationship with you. And since you're all his, you'll have no choice but to accept him whether you want him or not. It's really such a good cheat code!

Malleus is new to this sort of relationship. He was most likely your friend before your husband, as he values the sentimental nature of relationships forged over time. He wouldn't choose just anyone, and he feels drawn to you the most so of course it's no surprise when he takes you as his bride. Malleus is suffocating, always hovering you (even more so when you're carrying his clutch), but he just can't help it. He loves to be around you, to feel your presence, to be wrapped up in your warmth. He is so infatuated with you and everything that you are, and he doesn't spare you of the compliments, showering you with them in the quiet private of his bed chambers, whispering them into your skin like prayer. Malleus is sweet and gentle with you, and he's very protective of you. If he can't accompany you, then you'll find yourself in Silver or Sebek's care. Like Kalim, having Malleus as a husband isn't terrible. He wants you to like him for him, and he wants you to be comfortable. But since you were friends (and still are) before becoming husband and wife, he's much more familiar to you and that helps in fostering a stronger bond.

Neige loves, loves, loves you!!! He's so head over heels. The two of you probably met by pure chance. Maybe you delivered his laundry to him or you served him a meal once, but in Neige's eyes that was when your fairytale began. It was a chore to track you down, but once Neige finds you he's quick to make you his bride. He's so blinded by love and willing to do anything and everything for you that it can often feel so stifling. He never gets angry with you, and he's so patient. Even if you might fight him, he remains devoted, hopeful that one day you'll be able to see his perspective. He wants to build such a nice family with you so that this fairytale can have its happily ever after. Even if getting there means he has to be a little nasty and deceitful, he'll do whatever it takes. After all, love is always stronger than hate! You might not like him now, but soon you will. All it takes is time.

Che'nya thinks you're so fun to play with. He's always been mischievous, so it's highly likely he was visiting you during your shifts in the compound. Sometimes it was to bother you by swiping laundry you were folding and dancing around the room while invisible, chuckling at your attempts to snatch it back. Other times it was to simply watch you in secret, noting how you interact with other brides, how you look after the children, how you spend extra time in the kitchens trying to teach yourself new recipes. Che'nya is rather impulsive in his decision to take you as his bride, but he doesn't regret it! The way he treats you doesn't change one bit. If anything, he's even more attached to you than he was before, and since you're all his now he gets to have so much fun filling you up every single night.

Rollo has views that are very...dated. You're not sure if he even likes you; he's always frowning and scowling, and he never smiles genuinely at you (or at anything or anyone unless it's to put on an act). He needs you as much as you need him (if it's for the sake of breeding for repopulation, that is). He's not as strict as Riddle, though. So long as there is order and you're obedient in following traditions, he's fairly tame in your relationship. Like Riddle, you also have to warm up to Rollo and he has to warm up to you. But perhaps he's long since warmed up to you and you have no idea. He's considerably sweeter in private, and if you're on good terms with him (i.e. you haven't given him any reasons to severely dislike you), he treats you well. Of course this kind treatment is as much of a blessing as it is a shackle. You're still expected to follow the traditions of the compound, and it's non-negotiable that you'll bear his children.

#twisted chit chat #twst apocalypse au #yandere twst

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galactic-magick · 2 years

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Can you please write about 001 reaction when Reader hugs him for the first time? Something like Peter tells them his life story and to his surprise they hug him instead of running away from him. Thanks. :)

This one I wrote as more of a short fic instead of headcanons, it seemed to flow better as a fic so hopefully you like!

Have a request? Read this!

Peter doesn't tell a lot of people about his past who doesn't already know.

Correction, he hasn't told anyone.

It's not that he believes what he did was wrong, but he realizes that his actions would be frowned upon by the majority of society, including you.

And he can't have that.

You're the one person in his life he doesn't ever want to disappoint. The one person he doesn't want to be afraid of him. So he hides, he lies, and refuses to tell you the real reason he's in this awful lab.

But you're smart enough to know something's going on, and as the two of you get closer, it becomes more apparent. He never talks about his family, where he came from, his life before working at the lab. You realize you know almost nothing about this man besides how he acts right now in the present.

You don't want to push him too hard, but your curiosity grows stronger when you overhear a conversation with him and Dr. Brenner.

"I've done everything you've asked of me, why won't you let me go and be free from this place?" you hear Peter demand.

"You're too unstable and dangerous to ever leave here. You'll continue to do as you're told and work with the children," Dr. Brenner replies. "You're lucky we even kept you alive after all you've done,"

"You are no better than the people out there, you understand that?" Peter's voice elevates. "Restricting the freedom of people who are different and powerful because you're afraid--terrified your system will come crumbling down like it deserves-"

You hear a loud thump. Did Brenner hit him?

"If you don't stay in your place, we will kill you, is that clear? We have enough other children now to compensate your loss,"

A brief silence.

"You are dismissed, Mr. Ballard. Tread carefully,"

You quickly run back down the hall so it doesn't look like you heard anything, but you weren't fast enough. Peter calls your name after you as he walks out the door.

“Hmm?” you smile.

“How much did you hear?”

You freeze, “Nothing. I mean, a little bit. I don’t know what you were talking about though. I won’t say anything-”

He closes the distance between you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I’m not mad at you for overhearing. It’s not like we were being quiet,”

“You’re not?”

“No,” he says with the sweetest smile. “Come on, I think it’s about time I explain everything to you,”

He takes your hand and leads you to his room. You sit down on the edge of the bed and look up at him with worry.

“Have you ever wondered what inspired this place? Why Dr. Brenner is so interested in children with powers?” he asks.

“Oh. Well, I guess so. I didn’t really know what I was signing up for when I was hired here, but I assumed I’m here to help gifted children learn how to use their abilities,”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” he shakes his head. “All of these children’s powers had to be modeled after someone, someone who had these powers naturally,”

“What do you mean?”

He slowly lifts up his sleeve, displaying his “001″ tattoo.

“Holy shit...” you whisper.

“My mother had told him I was a strange and troubled child, although he didn’t know the true extent of my power, and neither did I,”

You listen intently without interruption as he tells you about his childhood, his frustration with the world, and how much he hated his family. He explains how he learned how to use his powers, and how he almost died using them to their full capacity when he murdered them. You learn about all Dr. Brenner has done to him since being here, abusing him and in turn abusing the other children with experiments and intense training in hopes the powers will be replicated. He explains how Dr. Brenner feared him enough that he put a power inhibitor in his neck, and is now forced to work as an orderly, trapped here forever.

There’s a bit of silence after that, and Peter starts to worry. Of course you’ll never want to be near him again after knowing everything. Pretty soon you’ll process everything you just heard and run away, terrified of the monster everybody else thinks he is.

He starts accepting it now, bracing himself for the inevitable terror that will erupt from you at any moment.

But he doesn’t read any terror in your face. None at all. Instead, he watches as you get up from your seat, step over to him and wrap your arms tightly around him.

Your warmth invades his body, his long-lost and frigid soul melting for the first time he can remember.

He slowly returns your embrace, holding you back as tight as you’re holding him.

“You’re not...afraid?” he asks.

“Never of you,” you shake your head, hugging him once again.

#peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #001 #peter ballard #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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shmaptainwrites · 1 month

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How do you think James Wilson would comfort his partner during like panic attacks?

I apologize and understand if you don't feel comfortable answering this as it's a tough topic.

I was just curious because I know when I have 'fits', it's really difficult to calm myself down

-💋

omg anon life has been busy but i’ve been meaning to answer this! since panic attacks present themselves differently and people have different strategies in dealing with them i’m gonna try and keep this as general as i can!

if the panic attack happened at work or in a situation that was in a less controlled environment, wilson would definitely recognize the signs of your anxiety as they began to present themselves (being the perceptive person he is) and be able to direct you to a place that’s more private where you can work through it and hopefully eventually calm down

maybe the first time it happens he’s a bit caught off guard but just does his best to help you through it and keep your breathing steady and lower your heart rate, but as time goes on and it becomes clear this is a reality for you he’d take a little more time and extra care, even preemptively asking you if there are any strategies that have helped you in the past that he can use

initially you feel like you’re being a burden to him by having him help you deal with this, but in reality all he wants is for you to be okay and he hates seeing you in such a stressed an anxious state that it’s second nature to help you get out of it

if you have an attack in a public place his first action is to get you somewhere more private, if you’re in the street maybe it’s an alleyway, in a mall maybe the back halls that lead to the washrooms, that sort of thing. after he gets you in a more secluded area where you can’t focus on the prying eyes he uses whatever techniques he knows work for you and eventually when you’re somewhat removed from your heightened anxiety, he pulls you into a tight hug and you stay like that for as long as you need to level out your breathing and for your heart to slow to a normal rhythm again. he always ends with “you good?” and he won’t believe you until you’re verbally able to respond and say “good” back to him and getting back to whatever it was you were doing you’re always sure to take it easy and slow and it’s comforting knowing that someone knows you so well, even when you’re so panicked you can’t think straight, they can pull you out of it every time

send me your sfw RSL character x reader thoughts

→ accepting asks for james wilson, cruise, and peter müller

→ i’ve seen up to 5x17 of house — NO SPOILERS PLEASE

#mimi answers #💋 anon #mimi’s wilson thoughts #james wilson #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you #house md #tw: panic attack #cw: panic attack

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snorky · 3 months

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A (Dark) Knight In Shining Armor

Hey y’all! I apologize for the inactivity regarding my works being published, life has been hectic and all and so I hope you all are doing wonderful. I have a lot more story ideas brewing inside of my head, and so I hope you guys enjoy this one for now in the meantime, a Jake DeBrusk comfort filled with some angst, but of course, with soft sweetness and joy. Title is inspired by Batman's nickname "Dark Night", and perhaps that one JD wore a Batman costume. But in all seriousness, I hope you all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jake DeBrusk x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, Abusive Relationships (not with Jake), Verbal Abuse, Breakup (not with Jake), (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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“Just get out of here! I don’t want to see your face or hear your voice right now.” His voice was harsh, words laced with hate.

Frozen in fear, she stood there, unsure of what to do under his hostile stare, burning at her skin. It was all too familiar, the shouting, the yelling, the tension tearing her heart into scraps on the cold kitchen floor.

He slammed his fist against the kitchen counter, shaking the dishes and cups. “I said get out!” Poison seemed to drip from his tongue, corroding the ground.

Tears welled in her eyes as he shouted, her heart slowly crumbling and falling, and hope dissipating, dissolving into nothingness. The tears never fell though, he would shout again, that irritating noise that only seemed to remind her why she felt resentment.

She couldn’t take it anymore, all the arguments leading to nowhere, all the small disagreements building up to a broken cathedral that could no longer be restored.

As she walked to the door, she grabbed her coat from the hook near the door, tension tight in her shoulders, almost ready to snap. She looked back, hopefully for the last time her heart told her, and saw him sitting down at the dinner table now, his head in his hands. Whether it was in anger or shame, oh she hoped it was shame, she didn’t want to stay a second longer to find out.

Reaching for the doorknob, she turned it quickly and left, locking it behind her as she did so. It was out of habit, a mindless action, but this time, it felt like there was an intent to make sure he couldn’t follow after her.

The rainy downpour of Boston greeted her, snow seemingly no longer existent during winter, and yet the icy chill was still colder than ever.

As she walked down the street, she tried to figure out a way to get home back to her apartment, which was unfortunately across the city. She hadn’t moved in with her boyfriend yet, but now she didn’t even want to any longer.

Pulling out her phone, she thought of calling her roommate to pick her up, but then she realized that her roommate was out of the state with family. She let out a huff of slight annoyance, or more of inconvenience at herself for forgetting about her roommate’s whereabouts.

Her mind raced as she quickly tried to scroll through her contacts list, searching for the one person she knew that would pick her up from anywhere, no matter the hour nor conditions outside.

The tone of the phone hummed as she waited for him to pick up, her hands slightly shaky due to the cold. She hoped, prayed that she wouldn’t be sent to his voicemail box, a no answer.

“Hello?” His groggy voice echoed through the phone, as if he had just been woken up. “Is everything alright? It’s pretty late in the night,”

Guilt swirled around inside of her, not only for waking him up from his sleep, but also in the fact that she wanted him to pick her up.

“Yeah, I’m alright…ish, listen I just need a favor from you, Jake,” she trailed off.

The sound of his bedsheets ruffling could be heard from him, most likely him sitting upright in the bed. “Are you out in the rain right now? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Yes please.” A sense of relief washed over her. “Only if it’s not a hassle though—”

“It’s never a hassle. Your safety matters.”

She could hear the sound of his keys being picked up from, what she assumed was, his bedside table, followed by his footsteps down the hall.

“Where are you by the way?”

Looking up from her phone, rather nervously, she observed her surroundings, which was slightly difficult in the dark rain. “Just a block away from his condo, near the corner shop.”

The engine of his car seemed to rumble through the phone, defensive and almost angry. “Don’t hang up until I get to you, wanna make sure you’re safe,”

Tears started to form in her eyes as she heard him speak those words, knowing that he held true emotion and genuineness behind it. “Mhm.” Her voice wavered slightly, and she knew that he could recognize it, even through the phone.

It was something so simple for him, and yet it meant a lot to her, especially since it seemed like her boyfriend had hardly put any effort in recently.

She knew a relationship with two busy adults wouldn’t be constant attention and affection, but it seemed like as of late, he’d hardly acknowledge her feelings and thoughts, just another person he knew.

Her vase in her kitchen remained empty, flowerless. Time to her was hardly given, delivered texts, no response, radio silence. And yet, he would lash out at her with foul curses if she damned herself to respond a little later than she could, few hours at most.

As she was lost in thought, the sound of a car pulled up in front of her, the raindrops pelting the hood of the car almost like hailstones.

“Get in!”

Through the phone, she could hear his giggle, which in turn, caused a small smile to appear on her face as she opened the car door, sliding into the passenger side. It seemed to lighten the mood, but only just a bit.

Ending the call on her phone, she stuck it into her pocket and put on her seatbelt. “Damn, DeBrusk, take it easy,” she let out a small laugh, just before the feeling of emptiness sunk inside of her, reality seeping in.

The rain seemed to continue endlessly as he drove, tapping on the car’s windows, reminding her of the long road trips she took when she was younger, seemingly more free. But instead of banter and laughter, silence filled the air, no radio-top-forty-hits playing, no conversation, nothing.

It was odd, looking over at Jake and seeing him so, tense, hands gripping the wheel rather tightly, completely different from the energy that seemed to be only moments ago.

“Did he hurt you?” The suddenness of his voice breaking the silence made her jolt in her seat slightly, in which he let out a small apology for.

“No.” Her words came out rather defensive without the intention to, but she quickly tried to clear up any possible assumptions. “All he did was yell at me,” she whispered, not wanting to think about it for too long.

“That’s not any better though.” He let out a sigh, his worry not easing by the minute, evident in the tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. “He needs to treat you better, you deserve better,”

“Sorry,” she said quietly, head bowed down shamefully.

He glanced over at her as they stopped at a red light, just noticing how really disheveled she was. “It’s not your fault.” She looked up at him, hoping that he really meant it. “It never was your fault,” he whispered, delicately.

The gentleness that he held, offered purely raw straight from his heart, seemed to captivate her, entrance her, lull her into a sense of safety that she was hardly familiar with.

And just then, the traffic light switched to green, much too soon, and they began getting closer and closer to her apartment, buildings nearby becoming more and more recognizable.

It seemed as if Jake knew this route by heart, each turn and curve of the road, every traffic signal and exit, and he did. Boston felt like a second home to him, and even more so when he was with his best friend, with her.

A short while passed, and he stopped his car at the front of her apartment, which, fortunately for him, was only a few blocks away from his.

Rain continued to tap against his windows, more gentle than before, and they both sat there in silence, attempting to soak in the calmness. However, it was still evident that he was tense when she looked over at him, observing his tense shoulders, unrelaxed posture.

“Thank you so much for picking me up, Jake.”

He looked over to her, snapping out of his lost gaze to nothingness. “You’re welcome, always.” His voice seemed to be filled with some sort of uncertainness.

She picked up her bag, pulling out her keys to unlock her door. “I’ll head in now, and I’m sorry for holding you up and calling so late.”

“It’s never too late, I promise you,” he said, holding up his pinky. She held her own up, and locked hers around his.

Smiling at him sweetly, tears slowly formed at the corner of her eyes again. “Thank you, again.” Her voice seemed to crack ever so slightly.

He nodded and smiled back, just as sweet, “You’re always welcome, whenever, wherever.”

Reaching her hand to the handle, she gave him another smile as she looked back at him, his eyes soft with warmth, and yet she could sense that he was worried about her, never at ease as of late.

When she opened the car door, the rain could be heard pouring heavily, drops splattering on the concrete ground rapidly. She left quickly, closing the car door as she ran to her front steps, puddles splashing beneath her feet.

When she looked back just before she went inside, out of habit, he was still there, sitting in his car.

His window rolled down, and his voice could be heard. “Get inside! I’m not going until you’re in!”

Giving him a quick nod in response, she unlocked her door, and moved herself inside, the warm air welcoming her, a contrast to the wet, rainy outside.

After she closed the door behind her, she hung her coat on a hook nearby, along with her keys and bag. Sleepiness crawled up on her as she lay down on her couch, hoping to rest her eyes for a brief moment.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, a message from Jake popping up on her screen.

You’re safe, right? - Jakey

Yes I am

Thank you so much once again, get home safe

No prob :) - Jakey

Exhaustion made it difficult for her to stay awake for longer, eyelids feeling heavier with each blink, and so she moved herself from the living room to her bedroom, falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Sunlight crept into her room when morning came, and her bed felt cozier than ever. The blankets were just as soft and warm as a hug, never wanting to let go from it, and her limbs remained cozily entangled under the covers.

She continued to lay there for a bit, soaking up all the beaming sunlight that poured into her room. It was quiet and still, aside from the usual Boston traffic outside in the street, and her thoughts were still slightly fuzzy having just woken up.

Memories of the night before started to linger on her mind, the argument, leaving his place, being picked up by Jake, it all seemed so frantic and rapid with no clear timeline.

Hours had passed after she had gotten ready, and she was sitting in a coffee shop awaiting his arrival.

She didn’t want to have it come to this, a sudden ending for her relationship, but it felt like it had been gone for a long time now. The relationship felt like a shell of what it was, and there was no longer devotion to something that wouldn’t devote back, a lack of effort and care that tasted bitter with each passive remark she heard.

The little bell above the coffee shop door chimed, and without even looking up from her drink, she could tell that he was there. It became a sixth sense to her, the feeling of unease and tension rising in her when he was nearby.

He sat down across from her, calling out her name like it was a curse on his tongue.

“Hello?” He waved his hand in front of her. “Jeez, are you still tired?” He scoffed. His passive aggressive remarks were all too familiar to her.

Blinking at him, she returned her focus. “Sorry, no.” She let out a light laugh, nervousness evident. “But there is something I want to talk about,”

He looked at her with a glare that could only be described as intimidating, but she knew better than to show that it was working. She was safe here, he couldn’t shout or yell at her out in public like this.

“I think that it would be the best for the both of us to part ways,” she spoke smoothly, despite her hands fiddling with her drink. “After last night—”

Last night. Cold. Dark. Unforgiving even.

“I realized that we both need some time and space to grow,” she continued.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she was unsure of what to say now, having said all she needed to say.

“What do you mean?” His tone was harsh, a cousin to the one from the previous night, reminding her of it.

“I mean that we need to break up.” It sounded a lot more blunt when she said it out loud, but it was the truth. “I have nothing against you though—”

She was quickly cut off by the sound of his chair being pushed into the table aggressively as he walked towards the door, a few people’s heads perking up and trying to see what the commotion was.

Her face heated up in slight embarrassment as she sipped her drink, eyes of the others peering at her, awaiting for a reaction, but she stayed put in her seat.

The days from then on seemed to pass by like a blur, fuzzy and faded, but eventually, the days became clearer, the sun shining brighter than before. She felt a sense of freedom, having blocked all of his contacts and any form of communication, and she could finally breathe.

Her friends, Jake specifically, noticed that her eyes seemed to shine brighter, her smile more vibrant, and her laugh more pure, even in the darkest of rooms.

Their friends were all at a restaurant in downtown Boston together, catching up on old and new times over food and drinks, talking about whatever they could before they had to depart, going back to their own lives.

She was sitting next to Jake, his arm slung on the back of the seat behind her as they talked to their friends together. Warmth seemed to radiate from him, a contrast to the chilly evening air, and so she leaned towards him a bit.

He looked at her, noticing her shifting closer to him. “You cold?”

“Just slightly, it’s alright though—”

Taking off his jacket, he draped it over her shoulders, the thick material blocking out most of the cold air.

A few of their friends at the table gave them a knowing look, a soft flush appearing on his neck and cheeks as he kept her close to him.

As the night went on, the group began to wind down, a few friends leaving with hugs and well wishes at a time. The restaurant began to empty, and so the ambiance was much more serene and peaceful.

When she looked up at him, the soft glow of the overhead lighting seemed to shine perfectly on his face, emphasizing his gentle scruff and soft eyes.

He looked at her, noticing how drowsy she seemed.

“Should we head home?”

The words came out of his mouth so smoothly, she would’ve assumed that he meant just his place, but she knew that by the end of the night, she would be asleep in her own bed.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” she hummed.

They both got up from the table and headed out the restaurant shortly after he gave a tip to the wait staff, the cold air greeting them as they walked to his car.

He opened the passenger side door for her, a simple gesture that seemed to make her face warm up in a soft blush, butterflies starting to form in her stomach.

“Thank you, Jake,” she said, smiling softly.

He smiled back at her, so gently it seemed, “My pleasure,”

All of his affectionate actions, words, gestures, it all seemed to come naturally to him tonight, like cupid had made the stars align for him.

Once he got into the driver’s side of the car, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the streetlamps and city lights passing by as he drove the both of them down the road.

An idea sparked in his mind, something slightly different than a normal trip back home. “You don’t mind if we take a longer route to get home right?” He glanced over at her, searching for a response in her facial expression.

She remained calm, soft, the feeling of being safe when with him more prominent than ever. “I don’t mind at all,”

He smiled at her words, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you ya’know?” she quietly added, eyes focused on the twinkling lights out on the streets.

Her words made him slightly awestruck, leaving him without a proper response to her. His face started to have a slight rosy tint again, a soft blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he spoke quietly, clearing his throat. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They both continued to drive down the road, almost empty, but usual for how late it was, and headed off an exit towards their neighborhood.

As they headed towards one of the tunnels, he looked over at her again, admiring her for a quick moment before speaking. “Is it okay if I go a little fast?”

She smiled as she let out a slight chuckle, taking note of how sweet it was of him to ask if he could go faster than normal on the road. “It’s more than okay, I trust you,”

He took her permission with a smirk, the car accelerating a little faster as he stepped on the gas. “Thank you, princess,” he said, almost in a half-joking-half-serious manner. “Enjoy the ride.”

Her face heated up at the nickname, a silly one, but it seemed fitting for how well he was treating her. It was all that she ever wanted, to be treated with some respect, and Jake went above and beyond with it. He seemed so perfect, and it felt almost silly how she hadn’t noticed it.

She was quickly brought back to her senses, pulled away from her dreamy state when the car’s engine roared beneath the both of them as they drove through the tunnel. The lights passed by one by one quickly, like shooting stars in the dark tunnel.

It felt so surreal, nostalgic even, the speed of the car mirroring a lost memory of being on a roller coaster, the fuzzy lights oh so similar to the carnival lights.

After what seemed like an hour of reminiscing, the car exited the tunnel, the familiar city lights came back into view, and the dark night sky could be seen again. He slowed down the car slightly, settling down to a reasonable speed.

Silence hung in the air comfortably, peaceful and calm as they drove down the road. She liked it like this, the both of them not needing to speak a word to make things comfortable, and it was much different than the noisy, chaotic life she was familiar with.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over at her as he pulled to a stop at an intersection.

She smiled, a warm, soft smile that was filled with happiness, and nothing less. “I’m more than alright,”

Her voice was sweet and gentle, making him melt instantaneously, his heart and mind clouding with a fuzzy feeling that he could only think was love. He realized that ever since he knew her, his world was seen through heart-shaped glasses, just for her, and no one else.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped past his lips before he realized, and he sat there frozen in fear. He hoped that she hadn’t heard him, but her ears heard it all.

She thought her mind was playing tricks on her, the late night combined with the fading adrenaline. “Jake,” she paused for a brief moment. “What?”

He could downplay it and shrug it off like he hadn’t said anything important, but that would leave her confused, and he never wanted her to be confused by his words. The other option was to fully admit his feelings, the ones that have been slowly growing ever since he met her.

“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.”

She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes, unsure whether or not he was lying. But all she saw was the truth, the vulnerability that he held right in that moment. He revealed his heart and soul to her, raw and in his hands, handing it to her.

There was no need to keep her guard up now, she was safe, with him, the one that she could always rely on, the one that picked her up in the rain in the darkest hours of the night.

The soft, glowing red light seemed to shine on his face like moonlight passing through stained glass, making him look angelic, ethereal. His dark t-shirt seemed to hug him nicely, chain necklace glimmering as the light shined on it.

Time seemed to tick slowly, sugary molasses straight from the jug. Her eyes savored all of him, his darkingly handsome look, strong, and yet gentle attitude.

“You’re breathtaking Jake,” she whispered.

It was the perfect fairytale moment that she’d been dreaming about, but with Jake, it made it all the more warm, even if she didn’t recognize it.

A loud car horn from behind them honked loudly, snapping them both out of the dreamy, fairytale state they seemed to have been locked in.

He let out a chuckle before continuing to drive, a smile scrawled on his face.

“Sorry about that car behind us, didn’t know others would be driving at around midnight in Boston.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed with him.

Smiling, they both drove to her home in comfortable silence, spirit high in joy and soft tenderness, something that she would be willing to grow familiar with in the future.

“I really enjoyed the night with you,” she said quietly, the comfortable silence being replaced with her voice, which Jake still found comforting.

“I enjoyed it as well,” he sighed softly. “You know—” he paused as he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. “I enjoy seeing you smile more, and laugh too,”

She gave him a gentle look, full of warmth and curiosity. He never seemed to express any lovey feelings, even more so, any lovey feelings towards her, and yet she wanted more of it, just like how he wanted more of her happiness.

#nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl writing #nhl fic #boston bruins #hockey fic #hockey imagine #jake debrusk #jake debrusk x reader #jake debrusk imagine #boston bruins imagine

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slightly-depressed-sloth · 1 year

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Little fandom vent; sometimes I get annoyed at the way fandom reduces Damian down to stabby child who only cares about himself and does murder. Like yeah while I get fandom almost always reduces characters down to their funniest or snappiest traits Damian's just doesn't make sense.

Like his whole character is about how much he DOESNT want to be those things.

Damian cares so so so much about other people he just struggles to express it bc it takes a lot for him to trust someone enough to believe they're not going to pull the rug out from under him or betray him somehow. If he didn't care about other people he wouldn't have spent months trying to find Martha's pearls in the sewer, risking his life bc there was a bounty on his head at this point and further ruining his image with Bruce (who thought Damian was just sneaking off and putting himself in danger). He wouldn't have denounced the league and everything he knew to protect a man he'd met less than a year ago. He wouldn't have purposely failed a timed test as Robin to get across the city as fast as possible (a test that would've allowed him to go out alone as Robin and given him more independence one of things Damian values very highly) instead he went over the allowed time by more than 10 hours BC he helped old women with their shopping and walked women home after they were robbed and he sat with a man he saw crying in his apartment for more than 2 hours just having tea with him. I could go on and on about all the genuinely kind things he does bc Damian's empathy and kindness is one of his defining traits actually.

And yeah he used to kill people and he was more prone to violence than the other Robins but he was literally raised in an environment where his worth and by proxy his survival was tied to how well he did murder. I'm pretty sure if you raised any child in an environment where since they were born they were rewarded for killing and violence but punished for showing mercy and told them that it's for the greater good, that they're special and that there's nothing wrong with killing if the ends justify the means they'd end up the same.

Not to mention Damian fights so hard to not be violent bc he doesn't want to be, the people Damian admires most in the world (Dick and Jon) both based their entire personality around Superman (also it's confirmed Supes is his fav justice Leaguer in supersons). Damian wants to be like them so bad and wants to be kind and outgoing and as pacifist as you can get as a vigilante. Damian struggles so much to be that person but it's not as easy as just stopping when you've been conditioned your whole life that killing is the right move and that your worth as a person and the love of those around is dependent on you doing it. He literally keeps a sketch book where he just draws out all the intrusive violent thoughts he gets while fighting villains to get the anger and compulsion out so that he DOESN'T do those things. And Damian feels immensely guilty about all of his past murders which is shown over and over. When he kills no-body (an action he did to protect Bruce) he asks Bruce afterwards how he's supposed to make amends, how he's supposed to live with it.

Which leads me onto the other thing (and hopefully the last cause wow this is getting long) even Damian at his absolute worst only performs extreme violence out of either self defense or logic to him. He doesn't do it out of maliciousness (or at least that isn't the motivating factor). His worst actions were probably in his introduction where he 1) He accosted Alfred and stole the key to exit the batcave 2) Decapitated a villian 3) Attacked Tim

So let's get background on these events from Damian's pov. Damian has never been told who his father is and has to duel his mother every year on his birthday for the chance to find out. And then on his 10th birthday he wins and then that same night he's taken on a plane to go live with this man who he's told about on the plane ride over, then his first impression of him is Bruce fighting a bunch of manbats. His mother says she's leaving him with him indefinitely not telling him when she'll be back. And then this man who he only found out about hours beforehand takes him on another plane to a foreign country where he knows no-one and he finds out his father has other children as well. He's then locked in a small room adjoining a fucking cave full of weapons and told virtually nothing with no-one really talking to him except for them telling him that oh yeah everyone you know and trust is evil and your whole world view is wrong. And then when he yells at Bruce and has what's honestly best described as a temper tantrum (BC oh yeah he was literally 9 years old until a couple hours ago) Bruce in a bid to try and control his anger (since he's not sure how dangerous he is yet) uses league tactics on Damian telling him that he's dishonouring those who taught him. So the literal child whose spent his 10th birthday being flown around the globe to be a dumped in a foreign country with a man he's never met and only knows is a good fighter with a family consisting of an unknown amount of other allies who are similarly trained and then was locked in a room after being told his whole life is a lie might be forgiven for latching onto the only familiar thing here and going 'oh! Now I know how this works'

With the knowledge that Damian definitely decided from this conversation that the bats operate the same as the league it's pretty clear his reasoning is

1) Accosting Alfred and and stealing the key - a) I don't think you'd wanna be locked in a space by a bunch of strangers either no matter how nice the space is b) he probably assumed it was a challenge to see whether he was able to break out and a way they were testing his worth/ability

2) Decapitated a villian - once again assuming this is a test and trying to prove his worth/help his father in the mission to stop crime he was just told about

3) attacked Tim - a) Damian assumes that since Tim is home that he must be the current favourite and it's already known that in the league the way you replace someone is by killing them thus proving you were better than them. B) in the league if you were not the favourite/the best you were disposable c) the only way Damian knows how to earn/receive love is by performing violence, it's pretty reasonable that a 10 year old would try to go above and beyond to earn their new father's love (especially for a child like Damian whose always looking for that unconditional love he's been denied)

From Damian's perspective here he's being the best son anyone could want, he's doing the most past the point he'd be expected to and only being met with anger and disgust. Not to mention that from his view he's literally ensuring his safety since once again in the league Damian was one of the only people whose safety was ensured by proxy of him being the heir/favourite, we literally see them kill other leaguers as part of training.

Like this isn't to excuse what he did or say it's right but it is to point out that it WAS right from Damian's point of view and that he doesn't do what he does out of malice or blood thirst he's just a small child who quite literally didn't know any better.

(also him being mean is similarly a self defense thing, it's fairly common in abused kids. It's the logic of you can't hurt me if I hurt you first/you can't hurt me if I don't let you get close enough)

#damian wayne #honestly i feel like most ppl have only ever read his introduction and it shows #so while we're here read his run with Dick's batman and also born to kill #also supersons and gotham academy bc omg wholesome #batfamily #batfam #fandom #fandom analysis #meta #slightlyslothspeaks #dc #dc robin #damian al ghul #tbh too damians canon personality is already pique comedy without just making him a murder baby #boy is literally just a tsundere #like no he wont say outright that he likes maps and hanging out with her #but he will set up an entire scavenger hunt and detective game AS ROBIN to gift her a first edition D&D book #i think what im trying to say here is just that Damian's main love language is gift giving and acts of service

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ace-of-zaun · 1 year

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Yes or No?: Pt. 2

Silco x gn!reader - 3.1k words - SFW

Warnings: fluff, humour, flirting, soft silco, young jinx, tired dad silco, self-doubt, vulnerability

PART 1

Silco should have known better than to expect Jinx to stop meddling in his love life. But alas, that particular expectation was clearly just wishful thinking on his part, because Jinx would seemingly stop at nothing to ensure he finally took you on a date.

Barely three days after the ‘Yes or No Fiasco’, Silco finds himself at his desk, frustratedly trying to plan the perfect date for you.

Granted, he’d liked to have started planning much sooner, but an unfortunate incident at one of the factories had taken all of his attention for the past few days.

It would seem that hiring a secret shimmer addict would not only result in an employee who surreptitiously stole the product, indulged during shifts, and handled dangerous materials whilst high, but would also culminate in a rather explosive mistake, costing half the factory’s stock.

The damage to the building alone had cost him an immeasurable amount, even without factoring in the amount of product lost.

But now that the issue has been mostly solved, and with repairs to the factory well underway, Silco is finally able to take a few minutes for himself to simply think and breathe.

Despite simultaneously trying to run an empire, fix the reckless mistakes of his staff, and raise a thoroughly energetic and enigmatic daughter, Silco finds his mind constantly wandering back to thoughts of you.

Upon your departure from his office, Silco had held your note against his chest for a few weightless minutes, before hastily grabbing his pen to fill in his own note in, with an emphatic and resounding ‘Yes’.

Then, he’d felt like an embarrassed teenager and had promptly locked both notes in the drawer of his desk, with the knowledge that he'd never hear the end of it if Jinx caught even a glimpse of them.

His immediate plan had been to fetch a bunch of flowers from the market and hand-deliver them to your apartment that same evening, inviting you on a date that would hopefully lead to you finally being his.

But less than half an hour after your exit, the news of the factory explosion had reached him, meaning his attention had been completely and overwhelmingly occupied until now.

Silco desperately hopes you’ll forgive him.

As he reclines in his chair, pushing the loose strands of his hair back with one hand, Silco wonders how he can make it up to you in a way that not only demonstrated his true affections for you, but relayed his sincere apologies for leaving you hanging, even after showing your obvious interest in him.

He wanted nothing more than to show you just how much you mean to him.

Ever the perfectionist, Silco crosses one leg over the other, leaning back into the creaky leather as he carefully considers the best course of action.

What sort of date would you like best? Dinner at home or at a restaurant? A quiet evening walk or something more grand? A large, expensive gift or a simple, heartwarming token?

It dawns on him that he doesn’t actually know that much about your interests or your personal life, despite having almost weekly meetings with you for what must be at least six months by now.

He frowns at the realisation.

How could he possibly live without knowing everything there is to know about you?

Releasing a deep sigh from the bottom of his soot-deteriorated lungs, Silco is about to push himself to stand - in desperate need of some liquid encouragement if he’s going to even begin to plan the perfect date for you - when the door to his office bursts open, slamming against the wall with a booming crash.

He instinctively reaches for his knife, only stopping in time when he recognises the intruder to be none other than his daughter.

Jinx bounds into the room, abruptly halting at the very edge of the rug beneath his desk, her entire energy radiating urgency.

Silco tries his hardest not to yell at her, but his heart is now racing at the sudden shock, meaning the words fall out of his mouth in a startled rush.

“Jinx! What have I told you about-”

“Quick! It’s an emergency!” she exclaims before swiftly turning on her heel and bolting back through the open door and into the corridor.

A millisecond passes before her words register in his brain and Silco feels the panic begin to set in.

He all but leaps from his chair, rounding the desk to chase after her.

Upon reaching the door, he spots her nearing the end of the corridor, about to turn the corner.

“Jinx! Stop!” he yells, tearing down the hallway towards her.

But she ignores him, continuing her rapid dash through the halls of The Drop.

As he sprints after his daughter in this sudden pursuit, his brain automatically tries to produce a potential reason for the so-called emergency.

Clearly she was not injured given the way she was sprinting so easily through the building, and neither had she been captured or kidnapped. So what could have caused her to act like this?

He’s not left to wonder for long as Silco finally catches up to her, watching her disappear up a set of stairs that lead to a leftover, little balcony near the top of the idiosyncratic building.

He dashes up the stairs two at a time, his heart just about ready to burst from his chest as he charges through the doorway, desperately looking around for signs of an emergency.

But instead of spotting the distinctive bright blue of his daughter’s hair, he instead spots you waiting at the balustrade.

His panic is briefly overridden by complete and utter confusion, before his chest begins to fall through his body as a new, sinking kind of panic threatens to drown him.

Are you the emergency? Has something terrible happened to you?

Silco calls your name panickedly, rushing over to you in a matter of seconds.

Immediately, you turn to look at him in surprise as he breathlessly demands an answer to his concern.

“What’s wrong?”

His hand rests on your arm as he frantically examines the rest of you, searching for any injuries or signs of distress.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say, sounding completely baffled.

Silco glances up to meet your confused gaze, his own expression most likely matching yours, except his was undoubtedly laced with a considerable amount of worry.

Over the noise of his heart still pounding in his chest and the blood rushing through his ears, Silco barely registers the clinking of bottles behind him. His attention is too focussed on you to even consider turning.

“Jinx informed me there was an emergency and led me here,” he tells you, as he finally begins to get his breathing under control.

You tilt your head to the side as you reply with a frown.

“She told me that she wanted to show me something and then told me to wait here…”

Finally, Silco turns to sweep his gaze around the balcony, in the hopes that he’ll spot Jinx to have her clear up the misunderstanding.

But instead of finding his daughter, Silco finds the usually empty outdoor table (the one he sometimes sits at to smoke a cigar when he needs a break from his office) now covered in a miscellaneous array of items.

There are at least six full bottles of alcohol (mostly definitely stolen from the bar’s stockroom), two plates piled high with an assortment of sweets and candy, and a neon LED tube that appears to be in lieu of a candle…

Something that a child might prepare for a dinner date.

Comprehension dawns on him as his jaw goes slack.

She’d done it again.

His brilliant, beautiful, trying daughter had duped him again.

Silco sighs heavily as he turns back to you, exhaustion seeping through his bones.

“I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience,” he tells you wearily, loathing the fact his plan to give you flowers and ask you on a date the next time he saw you had been completely demolished. “Please feel free to leave if you are busy.”

To his surprise, you give him a slightly offended look, your eyes darting between the bizarrely decorated dinner table and him.

“And skip out on my favourite meal with my favourite person? No thanks,” you reply decidedly.

Silco almost blanches.

Did you just imply that he was your favourite person?

He has no time to fully process the idea because you continue speaking, moving over to the table to pick through the pile of sweets.

“Jinx is very insistent that we go on a date, isn’t she?” you grin at him, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight. “Is she like this with all your employees?”

“Thankfully no. Just with you,” he admits.

“Well, I feel very honoured.”

Silco crosses over to the table and slumps into the chair opposite you, pouring himself a generous amount of bourbon and downing it in one go.

He leans back in the chair and stares at the upper levels of the city tiredly.

“Is parenting meant to be this exasperating?” he asks with a loud exhale.

The sound of your sweet laughter fills his ears as you also take a seat and Silco watches you pour yourself a drink from one of the many bottles.

It leads him to wonder how Jinx managed to take so much of the stock without anyone noticing.

And perhaps more importantly, where the hell did she manage to source an ungodly amount of sweets and an LED light (that was definitely once part of a building sign) on such short notice?

If she stole them, he hopes she wasn’t caught.

And if she bought them, he hopes she used the bargaining skills he had taught her until she got a good price for them.

His attention is pulled back to you as he notices you fiddling with the plate in front of you, eventually pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen that had been partially hidden under the mountain of sweets.

A quick glance under his own plate reveals the same curious collection of items, which Silco works to free until he can see the page in its full glory.

It’s written on the back of a schematic and undoubtedly in Jinx’s handwriting, so the author of the paper is not lost on him.

At the top, there is space to write his name in the corner, followed by a brief set of bold instructions:

Since you too goofballs clearly need help getting together here’s a question-air so you can learn everything about each other and then finally kiss and get married (and buy me some cool wedding presents like a new gun and some exploding bullets!!!!!!!!!!)

The top of Silco’s ears turn a deep shade of red as he reads through Jinx’s words, not even daring to look up and view your reaction to them.

His eyes dart across the rest of the page, skimming the set of questions and spaces to write out each answer.

Questions about his age, birthday, favourite colour, food, type of gun, place in Zaun, song, book, animal…

In short, all the questions you’d ask your childhood crush in the school playground.

His hands clutching tightly onto the edges of the paper, Silco is seriously debating whether duct taping Jinx to the wall for a week would be considered good parenting, when movement from your side of the table catches his eye.

He looks up to find you carefully reading each question before jotting something down next to each one, all the while absentmindedly throwing the odd sweet into your mouth as you write.

…What?

Silco frowns for a moment before asking a simple, “What are you doing?”

You spare a brief glance up at him before propping your elbow on the table, allowing you to lean your cheek against your knuckles as you focus on the task at hand.

“Filling in the questionnaire?” you reply nonchalantly.

It strikes him how serious you look as you work to complete the questions. There’s no hint of that cheeky playfulness that lined your last conversation with him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says, his voice low and a tad too shaky for his liking.

But you ignore him, your eyes skimming the questions before you quickly scribble down your answers.

One question in particular has your face suddenly lighting up.

“Ooh, favourite song is a good one!”

You don’t wait for a response as you begin to scribble away, a smile etched upon your lips.

An odd feeling begins to rumble through Silco’s chest, his frown deepening in a way that is a direct contrast to his usual reaction to seeing you smile.

He says your name quietly.

“I’m not sure I have a favourite gun, if I’m being completely honest with you,” you announce, seemingly not hearing him as you get lost in your own little world.

Silco gently places his hand over the one you’re writing with, stopping you with a firmer utterance of your name.

Your head snaps up in surprise, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Why are you going along with all of this?” he asks quietly.

He’s not sure why he’s suddenly doubting everything about this situation, but Silco finds himself feeling positively nauseous at the doubts running through his head.

Perhaps it’s just his natural instinct after being hurt and betrayed so many times in his turbulent life.

What if Jinx has put you up to this? What if this is all just a big laugh at his expense?

Why else would you go along with all this nonsense? And with such enthusiasm?

You seem surprised at his question, your eyes ticking over his face before giving your answer like it’s the most obvious thing in the whole world.

“Because I absolutely adore both you and Jinx.”

Silco’s breath catches at your complete sincerity.

“You do?” he exhales, hoping he doesn’t sound or look as desperate as he feels, that excitement bubbling away inside him.

“Of course I do. Seeing you is the highlight of my week,” you tell him, your beautiful face moulding into the most ardent expression.

It pulls on his heart strings, enough to make him want to give you everything he owns, but he still finds himself asking.

“You’re not just humouring me? For Jinx’s sake?”

He only becomes aware that his hand is still covering yours when you pull away from him, pushing to stand so you can move over to the balustrade.

Silco watches you in trepidation, his heart thundering in his chest as you look down at the city below.

“You know, before I started working for you, I was saving up to buy a ticket to Ionia. And a few weeks ago, I realised that I finally have enough,” you tell him in the most thoughtful voice he’s ever heard you speak in. “I could start a whole new life if I wanted to,” you add on quietly.

Silco thinks his heart might have skipped a beat as the panic that had only just subsided rushes into his veins again.

He’s drowning again, he must be.

He stands from the chair, moving over to your side, utterly breathless at the idea that you might soon be gone from his life.

“You’re leaving?”

A tiny smile as you shake your head and Silco can’t help but note that you’re still not looking at him, choosing to stare down at the people below instead.

“As soon as I’d saved enough, I tried to imagine what it would be like leaving Zaun for good. Do you know what changed my mind?” you continue.

And with this, you finally turn to look at him, slowly reaching for his hand until your fingers are entwined with his.

“You.”

Silco instinctively steps closer to you until your bodies are almost touching, and if you weren’t already holding his hand, he’s sure his fingers would be trembling.

“The thought of never seeing you again. Of never giving Jinx another piggyback ride through the bar,” you say with a heartfelt smile and shining eyes. “Of never feeling that same rush of happiness I get whenever I think about you-”

He truthfully has no idea what possesses him to do it, but Silco finds himself pressing his lips to yours, really only a chaste peck as he finally, finally tastes you.

Maybe it was in response to his panic that he might lose you if he didn’t act now; the mere mention of you leaving making him feel dizzy.

Silco pulls back after a second, leaving you to stare up at him with your mouth agape in surprise.

He’s just about to apologise when your mouth pulls into a delighted grin.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” you tell him with a pleased sigh.

Then, you throw your arms around his neck, recklessly pulling him into a proper kiss, one that’s full of breathtaking passion as you kiss him like the world is just about to end.

Silco’s worries are dispelled in an instant.

By the time you both part for breath, Silco has pulled you fully against him. He rests his forehead against yours and finally takes the chance to ask you what he’d been in the midst of planning before Jinx’s interruption.

“Would you like to go on a proper date? One that doesn’t involve being conned by a certain young lady who is grounded for the next ten years?”

You chuckle lightly, biting your lip in a way that makes Silco feel like pulling you back in for an entirely different kind of kiss.

“I don’t know,” you tease, adding a sing-songy lilt to the words. “If you ask me, I think she should plan all of our dates. I mean, without her this might have never happened.”

He can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he leans down to kiss you again, his hand sliding gently into your hair to keep you close.

Now that he has you, he fully intends to never let go.

This time, the kiss is slow and languid, a chance to properly explore one another, as if you had all the time in the world.

And as he kisses you, out the corner of his corrupted eye Silco spots a bright flash of light followed by an entirely recognisable giggle from the rooftop.

But he ignores it.

She’ll regret it when he has a word with Jericho to ensure she’s banned from the stall for the next three months.

Besides, it’s not like he could possibly be pulled from your magnetism, even if he wanted to.

Right now, kissing you with all the love you deserve is exactly where he’s meant to be. Now, and for the rest of time.

A/N: so i have a cheeky little idea for a part 3… are we up for it??

Also, hello, hi, sorry it’s been so long, i’m going through something difficult at the moment, but trying to get back into writing. i hope you’re all doing well x

Taglist: @pinkrose1422 @zbeez-outlet

#silco #silco x reader #silco x you #silco x gn!reader #silco x f!reader #Silco x m!reader #silco fic #silco arcane #part 2

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seiberries · 1 year

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hihi! I have an idea!! karaoke date with reo?

hehehe get the title? i hope this is satisfactory!!

ka(reo)ke : mikage reo short fic

mikage reo x gn!reader / listen to: kirari - fujii kaze

warnings: none! except maybe reo’s spending habits!

it was his idea, surprisingly. though mikage reo could probably rent out a whole clubhouse for you two to sing in, he wanted to experience the little moments in life with you. the idea of a room with colorful lights and a TV set came into mind.

a minute or so ago, reo took your hand to drag you towards your date spot. he had been looking forward to it all day, a bright smile appearing on his face as he walked. it was a surprise too, so you let yourself get carried away by his excitement.

you knew you’d enjoy it no matter what, anyway- it was reo, after all. he has yet to disappoint with any of his date ideas.

he halted after a few more steps of walking, going behind you to cover your eyes. surrounded by darkness, or more-so his hands, he guided you forward. you giggled at his antics, he did this every time. it was pretty cute of him. the boy resembled a puppy, always anticipating your reactions; you can imagine his purple tail wagging.

“ta-da! here we are.” he lifted his hands, revealing a small black building with a large glass door, posters littered along the outer walls. you realized where you were after a sign caught your attention.

“karaoke house.” you read, before rushing to hug who had brought you here in the first place. so he remembered? see, a week ago, you had mentioned wanting to try this activity out after seeing it featured in a drama you enjoyed. you were talking to yourself then, so you never would’ve guessed that he had taken note of it. always paying attention to you, it was one of the many things you loved about him.

you expressed your thanks, taking his hand this time, and walking into the place. as soon as you entered, the lady at the front desk was already personally bringing you to your assigned room, no words were exchanged except for her overenthusiastic greeting. your boyfriend’s influence knew no bounds, he must’ve reserved a spot previously to make sure everything went right.

you take a brisk trip using an elevator to the third floor, the hostess leading you to a red door labeled “VIP”. she bows her head and leaves, thanking you both for choosing their branch in a polite tone.

reo opens the door for you, a gentleman as always. he lets you go into the room first, closing the door himself afterwards.

he really prepared for this.

the tv was already turned on, your favorite snacks neatly placed on the glass table in front of it. the disco ball hanging from the ceiling spun with different colors, all reflecting onto the room.

your jaw was gonna hurt soon from how widely you were smiling. reo saw your expression, and swore to himself that he’d do all he could to make sure you’d smile like that everyday that you’re with him, which hopefully meant forever. he’d take you here anytime you wanted- he’d take you anywhere, anytime, if it meant forever.

you two sit down, picking up the song book positioned beside the food. you quickly notice how all of the songs on your favorite playlist are conveniently located on the first page, looking at your partner knowingly as he scratches the back of his neck.

“ah... you caught me. yes, i had to spend extra. but, it wasn’t much at all! just enjoy, okay?” he explains, leaning in to lay a peck on your forehead. you never need him to spend on you but, he does regardless. it was a mikage love language. it makes you roll your eyes, albeit jokingly, your smile still accompanying the action.

“let’s sing, shall we~?” he stands up to take the two microphones near the television screen, handing one to you. you then choose a song, reading the corresponding numbers, as the boy presses on them using the keypad provided.

you started the late afternoon with taylor swift, love story, a song you both knew by heart. it was an extremely familiar tune- to you, since it was your favorite, and to reo, precisely because it was your favorite. well, he does likes her music too, but that’s besides the point.

you were jumping around already, just stopping to take a bite of the snacks that were prepared by the facility. singing loudly, your boyfriend gladly providing you with back-up vocals. the sound of clapping is heard after you finish your “performance”.

the following song was his favorite, kirari by fujii kaze, you knew it by word too. you cheer him on as he sings almost passionately, recording a short video of it on your phone. god, your boyfriend really is good at everything; he even sings well. perhaps he was an idol in his past life? the song suits him.

he points at you as he sings the following lyrics.

“where have you been, i’ve been looking for you take me there, take me there. giving up everything, and going with you to anywhere, to everywhere”

oh, he’s dedicating this to you.

your face feels hot, hands moving to cover your cheeks. the grin you sported was too big to hide though, reaching ear to ear. the song finishes, and reo approaches you.

“it looks like you enjoyed, hm?” he teases.

“be quiet.” you pout, turning away.

the afternoon passes as song after song plays- some from your playlists, some from his, some classics, and some popular and new.

both of your voices were slightly hoarse by the time you’d finished, the fun you had being more than enough to compensate. voices and food gone, you just cuddled close to reo, a sweet silence filling the once noisy room. you pair were somewhat worn out, so you needed this before departing the building for the day.

“thanks, love.” you voiced out, scattering kisses on the violet-head’s face. he was more than happy to receive them, giving you a love-struck gaze as he watched you start to slip into sleep. you had all the time in the world, the person he spoke with on the phone gave him the whole day to use their services. he’d wake you up later.

mikage reo would devote his life to making you smile. you’d never know how much, but spending more money than he needed to for this date was very necessary!

little moments with you were priceless, so of course he’d give everything for them.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo x you #mikage reo x y/n #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #reo mikage x y/n

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Unlawful (Edited)

Hey everyone! So I know I posted this fic already when it got requested, but something never sat right with me once I posted it. I told myself it was fine because it was a creative liberty, but I know it is a sensitive topic to some people, so I edited the end so hopefully it's seen as more of a fun interaction than how it has originially come across. It is only a minor change, but I hope it mends any hurt I've caused.

TW: Extreme dom Rafe! Semi-public sex. Sir kink. Good girl kink. Coercive sex.

SUMMARY: Police officer Rafe Cameron decides to ‘take you downtown’ in his own way…

WORD COUNT: 1800

*Requested*

Unlawful

Your eyes cast down on the speedometer as the blue and red lights sounded behind you. Sourcing your surroundings to ensure you hadn’t run a stop sign or a light, you couldn’t fathom what you’d done to warrant being pulled over. But a good girl through and through, down to your pigtails and pristine reputation, you cut the ignition immediately before pulling the window low enough to slip the license and registration requested from this specific officer.

With The Outer Banks being as tight-knit as it was within their cliques, it made it impossible NOT to know someone, as everyone seemed to cross paths in one way or another. That was why when he lowered himself into your car, requesting you by your last name to gather your attention, you recognized him instantly.

Rafe Cameron.

Former kook prince who’d turned his life around and joined the force after getting clean. He was a beacon in the community for so many reasons, but looking at you now, with eyes harboring such darkness, you couldn’t help but see anything but those demons behind otherwise soft blue hues.

“Did you know you can’t be down this road after noon?” Your eyes flashed to the clock set on the center console of your car as you narrowed your eyes. You were not a lawyer by any means, not accustomed to knowing the laws off the top of your head, and yet, it didn’t sound real. But he was the man with the badge and you were the civilian apparently breaking the law.

“I wasn’t aware, Officer Cameron…”

“What WERE your intentions on this side of The Cut? You don’t exactly seem like you belong here…” You paused, slightly embarrassed as you had simply gone for a drive to clear your mind from your stresses looming in your distant memory. But it wouldn’t exactly BE believable and so you would lie, your eyes cast in clear evidence of your dishonesty.

“Step out of the car please…” He orchestrated when your cheeks flushed as you described how you’d been meeting a friend.

“Do you have anything on your person that can stick me or hurt me? Anything you want to tell me that I’ll find on you or in your car?”

“No…No, Sir.” He chucked his tongue before gliding his hands throughout your entire body, not an inch left untouched. When you would shift in being uncomfortable, he would lead with words of professionalism, even as his actions proved otherwise.

“I have to be thorough…Stand still, please.” He spoke behind a clenched jaw, clearly annoyed, as you were desperate to acquiesce to him, fearful of making him upset in any capacity.

“Now do you want to be honest with me?” He asked, turning you to face him as you offered a shrug.

“I just went for a drive-”

“A pretty little thing like you on THIS side of the island? Uh uh…You are either here for drugs or-”

“No!” His head cocked as he set his hands into the edge of his belt.

“Are you getting smart with me? Do you want me to take you in? Get rid of that attitude for ya by spending a night or two in there?”

“No, please, I-I was really just going for a drive-”

“And I’m supposed to believe a local girl like you doesn’t know the laws?” Your eyes flashed in every direction.

“Yeah, I know exactly who you are…” Your skin chilled as he moved closer to you, your name spoken in almost anger as he closed in on you.

“You have everyone in this town wrapped around your dainty little finger because you’re a ‘good girl’, yeah? But I know the secret behind girls like you…”

“Secret?”

“Good girls are just bad ones who haven’t been caught…but I have, haven’t I? Caught you?”

“Please, I didn’t-”

“That’s it, let’s go…come on- '' You were taken from your car and to the direction of his squad vehicle, your heart racing a million miles an hour. You’d never even gone to the principal's office let alone been in trouble with the law. Because of this, you couldn’t rest your anxieties as they consumed you entirely.

“Nuh-uh…” He corrected as you waited by the back of the car.

“I have a feeling I’ve got to keep a real close eye on you…You’re up with me…” Your eyes narrowed as he cocked his head in further analysis.

“I don’t think I have a stutter or anything…MOVE IT.” He commanded as you swallowed hard, sliding into the passenger’s side of the car, before he moved behind the steering wheel.

But you would notice that from the second the car was in motion, his eyes were in observation of you. He would try to play it off as a clear analysis of his current ‘perp’, but you recognized the look of lechery as you had been on the receiving end of it quite often. It was something worsened for him by the way you carried yourself today. Appearing like a walking wet dream to him in everything but your knee high socks made visible in the bend of your legs and perfect pigtails set tight on either side of your cheeks blushing with innocence. It was enough to make him less than professional as your eyes followed him until he raised a brow.

“Are you propositioning me?”

“Prop-No, sir…I…”

“Spread ‘em-”

“Officer-”

“If I have to stop this car, it’s going to make a bad situation even worse.” To this, you would acquiesce once more, parting the fold of your knees as his hand was suddenly on your thigh, your skin on fire from his touch-forbidden and eager.

“Hiding anything in there?”

“N-no-” You spoke quickly, eyes closed and chest raised in a breath held out of fear, all while he smirked.

“But it’s pretty wet…How do I know something didn’t burst open? Better check…” A swipe within your panties, he pulled his fingers to his lips.

“Nope…just a desperate little kitten needing someone to take care of her…that what you want?”

“I-”

“So help me God, I can make jail VERY unpleasant for you…But someone as…good as you doesn't deserve a place like that…right?”

“Right…” You whimpered as his hand returned to your thigh.

“I’ll only ask one more time…Is that what you want?”

“Yes…” You whimpered as he nodded.

“Good. Panties off. Now.” He ordered.

“Good girl…”

“Officer-”

“Sir-You call me anything but that and you’ll spend the next week in solitary confinement for being so disobedient.”

“Yes…ss-ss-sir…” You quivered as his fingers moved back to your sex, a naked pussy now eagerly awaiting his fingers.

“How many cocks have you taken?”

“T-two…”

“Oh really? I would have pegged you for a virgin…But you’re dirty aren't’ you?” You hesitated, fingers suddenly in a plunge within you.

“I asked you a fucking question!”

“Yes, SIR!” You cried, hi smotions cruel and calculated as they curved into you, his eyes flashing between your body’s reaction to him and that of the road, mostly desolate.

“I work hard to keep this community safe, kitten…And don’t you think I deserve something for that?”

“Yes…yes, sir…”

“And do you think you’re a good girl? Good enough to give it to me?”

“Yes! YES SIR!” You cried as he smirked, your body moving against his hand as you rolled into him.

“Good girl, soaking that seat so well…You want a reward too?”

“Please, Sir…” He nodded, taking the car to the shoulder of the road, where he was quick to retreat his touch. By the time your eyes came open to the correction of his absence, you were pulled from the car and taken over its hood.

“I trust you know what I want…”

“Yes sir…” You pulled up your skirt just high enough to reveal your ass to him, where he would rub it once before ultimately take his hand to your hair, taking a single swipe down your long locks, still wrapped on either side, before wrapping it in his hand and bringing you to rest forcefully against his chest.

“You get to call me Sir until my cock is inside of you…then you call me daddy…You call me anything else and it won’t be good for this perfect little ass-understand, kitten?” You nodded, a slap making you gasp.

“Yes, Sir!” You spoke in quick correction as he nodded.

“Good girl…” His cock was now suddenly between your folds, the sound of his belt sounding off behind you as he exposed himself to that degree to you.

“Letting me take you where anyone could see…being so good for the nice policeman who kept you out of prison…because a good girl like you shouldn’t be in there…you’re too clean…too nice…too good, yeah?”

“Yes sir…” You groaned as he finally sheathed himself into you, slow thrusts pushing your thighs painfully into the hot hood of his car as he kicked your legs closer together.

“You like being a good girl for daddy? You like making me feel so good where everyone can see us?” You nodded.

“Yes, daddy… So good…”

“Even if you are dripping on my shoes and whining like a brat? But you’re good for ME so I’ll let it slide…”

“Please daddy…” You groaned, the orgasm arriving embarrassing quickly as he carried his hand to your head, slow caresses made down your pigtails as praises were spoken in quick breaths against your ear.

“Tell me what you want, kitten…tell me what you want, yeah? Beg real pretty so I know you deserve it…”

“I wanna come, daddy…”

“Yeah? And what do you want from daddy?”

“I want you to come too…” He slapped your ass, “Daddy-” You corrected as he nodded.

“Good girl…But where do you want me to? Anywhere you want, kitten, you’ve earned it…”

“Here…Right here….Right now…please…please, daddy!” You whimpered, becoming more desperate by the second as he would nod in approval.

“Good girl…so good for me…okay…come for me…come for daddy, babygirl…” He panted behind you, his cock twitching as a further allowance of your release as you clawed at the hood of his car before finding that release he’d granted. Quick to follow, fingers interlaced within your own, you were left heaving over him as he made you endure those motions of overstimulation before coating your inner walls with his cum.

“Good girl, baby…” He kissed the back of your head as you turned around to face him, innocence drained as you now looked at him with that coquettish indifference.

“Better get you home. It isn’t safe for good girls like you to be out this late…Never know who might take advantage of you…” You rolled your eyes to his words as his eyes followed your attitude.

“Too much?”

“Maybe next time I don’t have to wear the pigtails or the knee-highs…” You teased as he leaned over to you.

“You kidding? That shit made me come so quick, baby…”

“Well then how about next time ONLY them?” He bit his bottom lip.

“Maybe next time I could put the costume on?” He scoffed.

“Not likely, sweetheart, I’m the one in control.”

“That’s only because you’ve never let me. Five minutes in those handcuffs and you’d be crying for me, Rafe.”

He smacked your ass. “Let’s get you home and see if the costume shop made ones strong enough for what I’m gonna do to you…”

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lulu2992 · 11 months

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Hey ! First thanks for this blog, it's full of really great posts :) And second, I saw you gave advices to fanfics writers for John and Jacob but I didn't see anything about Joseph, I believe I'm not the only one to think The Father is the hardest to write ! Any tips, advices or anything else ? Thanks a lot and continue this wonderful work !

Hi! And thank you :D

I suppose you’ve played the game and already know Joseph’s story, but as I did in my previous posts, I’m going to give you (and anyone reading this who might not be familiar with the Far Cry 5 universe) a few links and resources:

The Book of Joseph: an official but rare book that seems mostly canonical. Its real-life author is unknown, but it’s written from the Father’s point of view and provides details about his life before Hope County. Contrary to popular belief, though, this is not Eden’s Gate’s sacred book; that’s The Word of Joseph and we can’t read it (except one page; see below).

Joseph’s sermons: the “first” one, “Soul Search”, the one about “the elite”, and “The Truth”. The latter is him reading the only page from The Word of Joseph we can find in the game. There’s also this one for Jacob’s Armory, and this, supposed to be broadcasted in the Heralds’ bunkers when the Collapse has arrived.

His only radio call.

The message he left for John at Seed Ranch.

His lines during the final fight against him.

His Arcade lines: Part 1 & Part 2.

His scars and tattoos.

I wrote a summary of what other characters say about him (masterpost here), but the cultists and Resistance/civilians’ comments can be listened to here and here. And chances are they’re not relevant anymore, but you can listen to his deleted lines here and read even more here.

The Far Cry 5 lore is all over the place if you want to take all the content they’ve ever released into account, but there’s also:

The song “Now He’s Our Father” (choir version here and reinterpretation here)

The two live-action trailers, The Sermon & The Baptism

The novel Far Cry: Absolution (not legally available for free)

The short film Inside Eden’s Gate (and, as a bonus, the long version of one of the scenes)

The comic Far Cry: Rite of Passage #3 (not legally available for free)

The game has an official sequel, Far Cry New Dawn... but it’s not really canon to me because of the retcons. And I have to talk about it because it exists, but there’s also the Far Cry 6 DLC, Collapse. It takes place in Joseph’s mind, and you would think that would make it the most reliable source of information regarding his psyche, but it was developed by a new team and there are many discrepancies between it and Far Cry 5, so I would personally advise against using it as a reference... Finally, this isn’t only true for Joseph, but take everything you see on the Far Cry Wiki with a grain of salt, especially unsourced information that makes you go, “oh, I didn’t know that”; that’s very suspicious :’)

In the Far Cry 5: Official Collector’s Edition Guide by Prima Games, the game’s Lead Writer, Drew Holmes, said the following about Joseph:

What we really focused on was creating an enemy that truly believed in his mission—that only he could protect humanity during the end of days. We wanted to create a villain who had pure intentions but who was so consumed by his own madness that he could not see his own evil. He views himself as Noah—but everyone else sees him as a madman. (...) Joseph Seed is a villain we haven’t seen before in Far Cry. Yes, he’s magnetic and crazy...but there’s also an honesty to him that makes him compelling. He believes he has purpose. He’s not crazy for crazy’s sake—he has a very clear message that he’s trying to impart on the Player—and hopefully makes you stop and think whether or not he’s actually right.

He talked about him in other interviews, such as this one.

Joseph was co-created and has always been played by the same actor (except once), Greg Bryk, whose opinion on the character is always worth reading/listening to. Here’s a selection of videos, some of them also featuring Drew Holmes and Dan Hay (Executive Producer/Creative Director/Writer):

Cult of Personality (UbiBlog)

Meet Greg Bryk Joseph Seed Actor

Interview - Greg Bryk and Drew Holmes (Gaming Trend)

Greg Bryk (Joseph "The Father" Seed in Far Cry 5) - Game On Expo 2018

FORGED ep10 - W/ Guest Greg Bryk

SacAnime Summer 2018 Greg Bryk Far Cry 5 Panel

Joseph Seed "The Father" aka Greg Bryk talks FAR CRY 5 & FAR CRY NEW DAWN

How Far Cry’s Iconic Villains Were Created (IGN Inside Stories)

Fans also asked him questions on Instagram and I compiled his answers here (and here). In the latest live stream, he said Far Cry 5 had been “an amazing chapter in [his] life” but that Joseph’s story was “finished”, implying he didn’t feel like playing him anymore...

Finally, it’s not really informative, just fun, but there’s this.

Now, my analysis and interpretation! Despite the fact Joseph is an antagonist in Far Cry 5, I wouldn’t really call him “evil” or describe him as a villain because he’s (weirdly) well-intentioned. His followers undeniably do awful things for him and his siblings, but even though he’s a cult leader, he’s neither hypocritical nor a liar, and his primary goal isn’t to take advantage of people. Joseph heard a Voice he believes is God’s and It entrusted him with a mission. Although who that Voice belongs to is up to interpretation, it’s clear to me It’s not a figment of his imagination; It’s real, and It’s powerful. Joseph has unwavering faith in It and will obey It, whatever It asks him to do, even the worst, because he’s extremely devoted and convinced he’s only doing what’s right. He genuinely believes the Collapse is coming and that he’s the prophet chosen to save as many “souls” as he can (at least 3,000) from it to march them to Eden’s Gate, which is why he started his Project.

I said he was well-intentioned but, as the saying goes, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”, and I think Joseph embodies this proverb perfectly. The fact he’s convinced his actions are righteous is precisely what makes him dangerous and almost unstoppable. He won’t let anything or anyone prevent him from fulfilling his destiny and get in the way of his divine purpose, even if it means people have to die. To Joseph, this is “God’s will” and those non-believers will perish when the Collapse comes anyway... The people his Family saves might fight or not want to join them now, but he thinks that in the end, when they finally understand he was right, they will be grateful. As the Father, he feels he knows what’s best for his Children.

I believe the Voice showed him several versions of the future and that Joseph isn’t sure which one(s) will come to pass. He may know his siblings are likely to die and not see the New Eden, but he hopes they will live because he truly loves them. As for the Deputy, they’re the person destined to trigger the Collapse, so they’re special to him and he doesn’t want his followers to kill them. That said, he also hopes he can make them join his Family so everyone can be safe in “The Garden” the Voice promised.

I think Joseph hasn’t really moved on from the loss of his wife and is still, in some way, in love with her. That doesn’t mean he could never love someone else, but in the game, he’s not quite there yet. That may seem paradoxical, and he’s still convinced he did the right thing, but I also believe his daughter’s death was a tragedy to him because evidence suggests he loved her more than he loved himself. Joseph is a man of strong convictions… and contradictions.

He’s usually calm and collected but can still feel and express extreme emotions in some cases. When he speaks, it’s like he’s naturally solemn and charismatic, which is probably why so many people follow him. Again, the fact he doesn’t lie to them and sincerely believes in his message is probably the reason others started to believe in him in return.

Because of what he went through in his life, it appears Joseph is always desperately trying to build a family and surround himself with loved ones. Sadly, he also seems doomed to always lose them, one way or another… His commitment to the Voice is absolute, and serving God is what keeps him going. In the end, he’s certain everything he’s endured and sacrificed will be worth it. Unfortunately, while he always aims to do “what’s right”, the tragedy of Joseph is that he usually ends up inadvertently making things worse, for him or the people he loves. His faith is his reason for living, but it’s also, too often, the main reason for his suffering.

#also hey are you one of my compatriots?#I don’t know how to explain this but you ‘sound’ french in your message haha #far cry 5 #joseph seed #greg bryk #drew holmes #dan hay #still genuinely wondering if it was the DLC that made greg go from ‘I’d love to play him again’ to ‘nah I’m done’#and I still have no idea why the live-action trailers were deleted from the official ubi channels #or where joseph’s big scars come from #far cry 5 spoilers #mentally preparing myself in case someone requests faith :’)#these posts literally take hours to write #every time I end up answering the ask several days later

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scarletwritesshit · 6 months

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🪞 Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissim If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

Guinaifen...

Guinaifen Guinaifen Guinaifen... Caelus thought to himself as he was running through Fyxestroll Garden as fast as he could. A livestreamer wandering astray is never an ideal situation. They’re the absolute nosiest, and feel the need to get up close and personal with far too many dangerous situations risking their own lives just for the sake of chat reactions and follows. Worst case scenario, he would find himself too late to save her from becoming possessed by a stray heliobus.

That would most certainly be an amusing sight, however. A livestreamer sharing her body with a spirit, fighting for control of her own will. Imagine her attempting to do run of the mill chores. Or even get through a single level of a video game. That’s the type of content he wanted to see.

Probably something other people would like to see, too. Sounded a lot better than the jumpscares and overexaggerated screaming. Don’t a lot of people already do that, anyways?

Focus, he thought to himself. His main priority was making sure that, wherever she may be, Guinaifen was relatively safe and unharmed, no matter how amusing the idea of her becoming possessed may be.

He thought to check and see if her stream was live, hopefully to lead him on the right path. Perhaps he would luck out and catch her in a rather amusing situation for his own personal enjoyment. But Caelus swore that he was simply checking to see if he could find any leads.

Nothing. To be expected, given the current circumstances, though knowing Guinaifen, she wouldn’t in a million years pass up the opportunity to draw in some more followers.

After aimlessly wandering through the garden for some time, Caelus’s attention was caught by a rather strange looking circular mirror. As any normal person would do, he stopped to take a closer look at it. He saw just what he expected; an exact reflection of himself, mimicking his movements exactly. Caelus would move his head up, and his refection would replicate his movements in the exact same manner. Look down and around, his reflection didn’t skip a beat mimicking his actions.

You know, exactly like how mirrors are supposed to function, a concept that, in theory, should be nothing new for Almighty Galactic Batter Caelus.

Still, Caelus was fascinated by the mirror. Captivated, even. He was making rather good use of his time watching himself push aside his hair like some suave anime protagonist rather than investing these crucial moments into rescuing…who was it again? Nevertheless, surely a few short moments of amusement wouldn’t hurt.

Only this mirror didn’t exactly seem to be…functioning.

The reflection of Caelus winked at him, when he swore on his life that both of his eyes were wide open.

He either had them both open or both closed. Not one at a time. What exactly would he be trying to accomplish by winking in such a way to himself?

Perhaps he should’ve asked his reflection this question, as once more, when it had Caelus’s full attention, it shot him a seductive wink.

This reflection of his seemed to be quite appreciative of Caelus’s own beauty. Or was he simply appreciating himself? Bit of a gray area, he found himself in, but why not have a little bit of fun toying with some mirror that thinks it can do better than Caelus in the flesh?

Caelus pushed his hair aside and shot this eager reflection of his a half-lidded gaze, with the smirk of a man just begging to indulge himself. The reflection wasn’t one to back down from a fight, if you would call this one, and so it beckoned for him to come closer. Caelus, curious with the route that his seductive reflection was going to take with this, obeyed and moved closer. His face was practically against the glass now, and so his reflection seized the opportunity to reach its hand outside of the glass to gently stroke the side of his cheek, as if it was begging for a kiss.

Caelus moved his head away from the glass and wiggled his finger “nuh-uh,” signaling that his reflection was going a bit too fast for his liking.

Note that it being to his liking was a rather important factor in this…curious situation. Caelus was deliberately taking things slow with his reflection, not out of boredom to waste time for whatever reason, but rather, he wanted to savor the moment, as he was quite frankly enjoying this.

This reflection of his has got some serious game, and Caelus was finding himself more and more smitten with the smooth moves that his mirror twin possessed. And, not once did he stop to think as to why his reflection had a mind of its own. Clearly shows what his priorities are, doesn’t it?

For the entire time, the two of them had been completely silent. Their exchanges of love had been purely though gestures and gentle touch. Shouldn’t Caelus finally put his desires into words? In order to clear the air between them, eliminate any possible misunderstandings, and perhaps…finally be together?

The reflection was giving him a very inviting look. Caelus so desperately wanted to plunge into its arms and be treated to the time of his life, but he took a step back.

“You…” Caelus said, “just who are you exactly, attempting to ensnare me with the promise of your embrace?”

Caelus knew it was no mere “attempt.” As the two of them flirted with each other more and more, he could feel his heart rate increasing and his hands becoming sweaty. Almost as if he was being thrown off of his game due to some…rather distracting thoughts of longing and desire.

The reflection didn’t respond to his inquiry. Rather, it appeared to have laughed a little and give him yet another wink.

Caelus so very badly wanted to skip the slow-burner part and just dive straight in into its arms. But what little rationale that remained in his mind told him otherwise to wait.

And unfortunately, he was taking a step back not to reconsider the scope of his actions, but rather if the reflection would be willing to continue…whatever it was doing.

“A man of few words. Respectable, but I don’t have time to be second guessing myself with only your silent actions to go off of.”

The reflection tilted its head in curiosity.

“What I’m trying to ask you is, are your actions…genuine? Like, you’re not doing this for the sake of toying with me?”

The reflection laughed once again, as if to mock Caelus’s stupidity for his assumption. Of course, its actions were genuine! Would it really be teasing a specimen so irresistibly dashing without the intent to score big?

And Caelus would be silly to refuse such an enthusiastic invitation from an equally attractive individual as well. The gaze from the reflection’s eyes just screamed I want you, no, I need you, and Caelus had no choice but to gladly oblige. The temptation was too strong, and so he put his hand against the glass waiting for a signal from his newfound partner, and it copied his movements and placed its hand where his was.

By now, Caelus had completely forgotten that he was frantically running through Fyxestroll Garden trying to find…something. Regardless of what that something was, he found something far better than what he could possibly ask for. He rested his head against the glass and gently closed his eyes, satisfied that he was on track to tread a new path in his life with the reflection in the mirror. When he opened his eyes to look at it briefly, he saw that his reflection was giving him a rather devious smirk.

At the sight of this, Caelus could hardly contain his excitement. He focused on containing any and all urges he had, not allowing himself to act as rashly as his reflection did, initially. His immense concentration on suppressing his desires would ultimately cost him something far more valuable than his dignity, as the arm of his reflection reached out of the mirror, grabbed Caelus by his arm, and yanked him to the other side.

“You’re all mine now, my dear Caelus,” the heliobus said.

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HI BREE! u have anything new tthat u would be willing to show us that u've been working on?👉👈🥺 (don't be thinking u have to but i'm just saying....IF U WANT TOOOOO C:)

(the last teaser for 'seasons out of time' bc i'm actually very excited for u guys to read it i'm enjoying writing it a lot!, coming july 10th hopefully!)

You don't go to his apartment the next morning, if anyone asks you'd say you were running around doing the remaining errands for the birthday party held at Delirium tomorrow night which is not false.

You've purposefully tired yourself out and kept busy, doing things you maybe didn't even need to do like walking to the flower shop to ask in person if the arrangements were set for tomorrow.

Usually, you would follow San around like a lost puppy, do what he tells you to do and mark stuff off your list from the stupid notebook but today, you barely got out of bed and while you were brushing your teeth, you contemplated just quitting your job,

But, real life responsibilities don't give a fuck if you're a little bit in love with your boss' young lover because you have bills to pay, specifically your mother's hospital bills and then you feel so fucking selfish and ashamed that while you were fucking around and having silly rendezvous with a boy, your mom was laying in a hospital bed.

You need this job.

And pathetically enough, you need Choi San as well.

You never felt like you needed anyone apart from your mom but here you are now, needing a man with whom your relationship already has an expiration date.

In the late afternoon, after an entire day of running around the city, you finally enter the staff room of Delirium.

You try not to pay attention to the way San straightens out in his seat next to Seonghwa once you walk in, greeting everyone in the room quietly and putting your stuff down.

You can hear him murmur something to Seonghwa before standing up from the couch while you take out your notebook and phone to have it on standby.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you about the decorations." San's clipped voice makes you pause in your actions and you slowly turn around to face him but he's already walking past you and waiting by the door.

You give one last glance to everyone in the room before you follow after him.

He leads you to the smaller staff room where you sometimes hide, it became somewhat of a safe space for San and you in these last couple of weeks as you spent a lot of time there together so you could be alone.

Once you enter, you open your mouth to ask what was wrong with the decorations but it slams shut once his fingers wrap gently around your wrist.

"Hey, hey..." He softly calls out and your heart squeezes at how different he sounds when he's with you alone.

You turn to face him, blinking up at him in question as your nails dig into the cover of the notebook from the nerves.

San's eyes roam your face but when you remain stoic, he lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry. About yesterday...that...that was so fucking awful, you didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry, I had no idea she would be stopping b-"

"It's fine." You interrupt the apology mostly because you'd rather gauge out your own eyes than hear San talk about her.

Or how he most definitely plans which days he'll be with her so he can't be with you.

He seems stumped for a moment, brows furrowing in faint frustration before he opens his mouth, "It's not fine, Y/N, that wasn't okay at all-"

"Yeah, well, what can you do, right?" You ask with a forced chuckle, trying to lighten up the situation. With the fake smile intact, you ask the question that's been weighing on you since yesterday. "Do...do you want to stop?"

San seems to grow even more confused, "Stop what?..." His brows raise as he motions between the two of you, "You and I?"

At your nod, he looks at you like you are crazy. "No, of course not."

Your heart squeezes again. "Then it's fine."

Because you may not know how you ended up in this entanglement with San or what the extent of your relationship is but you do know that he was with Do Jihyun years before you came along, asking him for anything else would be ludicrous because you know the answer. You've only kissed him for the first time last month, he wouldn't choose you just yet. If ever.

So you will continue to put yourself through more humiliation and you guess it's because you love him.

You think you have loved people before, but you have never felt like this and never have you wanted someone to love you back as much as you want San to and it hurts. You know you might be reading too much into things and seeing signs where there is nothing to see and at one point, you won't know where the line between wishful thinking and the honest truth lies.

But, you hope there is still some time until that moment comes.

"I understand, San. So don't worry, it's fine." You nod but the fake smile dims even more as your eyes catch onto the reddish bruise blossoming at the side of his neck and you have to blink rapidly as your eyes start to burn.

He notices your gaze and quickly adjusts his shirt, covering up the hickey and visibly growing more uncomfortable.

You clear your throat, the air in the small, stuffy room growing awkward.

"It's not the same." San says quietly and now it's your turn to be confused. He swallows, avoiding your eyes before his lips part again, "With you and me and...me and her, it's not the same."

You quirk an eyebrow, bitterness that has no business being there towards San surfacing. "How so?"

He almost seems shy, cheeks tinting pink as he tugs at his shirt tucked into his pants. "With you it's...I don't know how to explain this," He mutters, chuckling under his breath, "It's...not just physical, r-right? It's not just about the sex, there's something here, right? It's like...dating? I've never dated anyone before but I imagine it to be similar to what I have with you."

...what I have with you.

Blood rushes to your cheeks immediately and you adjust your gaze somewhere else, shifting on your feet as you grow shy as well as you mull over his response. You feel a pang in your chest, wishful thinking taking over once again and faintly imagining a life where you and San were both college students or something or...just free. A life where the two of you were not the people that you actually are.

You've never dated anyone either.

It shatters when he continues.

"With her...it's..."

You frown, looking back up to him, "Are you in love with her?"

"No." San answers instantly with a chuckle, as if the idea is ridiculous although in your head it really isn't. Do Jihyun is a stunning, successful woman. Who wouldn't want that?

"Then what? Is it...a job?" You offer, finding the term 'job' wrong to say. It makes San seem like a...

"No, not a job." He denies quietly, gaze focusing downwards, "I'm a...possession. A plaything to use and parade around behind her husband's back when she gets bored of him. Until she gets bored of me."

"Then you should just leave."

San chuckles, this time he's the one to sound bitter. "You say it like it's so easy but I expected you of all people to understand that it's not."

You frown at that and when he takes sight of your face, he explains. San nods to the notebook in your hand. "I was looking through your notebook last week trying to find the number of the catering service. Saw a hospital bill between the pages."

Your face smooths out at that as you take a step back.

"You don't have to tell me anything but Y/N, if you don't like how it is here then you can just leave." The words are like spiky ice through your heart. You don't know if he understands how much that stung. "You can't because you have your reason as to why you choose to stay that has very little to do with me. I have my reasons, as well."

"I'm doing my best." You defend yourself quietly.

"You're not the only one. So is everyone else."

Then you see it.

If you strip away the fancy clothes, strip him of the nightclub, of the galas and dinners, of the endless nights of decadence...what is exactly left?

Just pure, raw misery.

He is miserable.

In June, you learn that San and you aren't so different after all.

#san x reader

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