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moon-rivr · 4 months

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for the first time

part two of still beating

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: smut, oral (f receiving), somehow even more angst, death, blood

author’s note: should i be mentally preparing for the ‘when i catch you ricky’ comments 🌚 all jokes aside, thank you for all the suggestions that you guys sent <3

word count: 4.1K

still beating (part one)

Leaving the Spider Society was much easier than you expected it to be, nobody really questioning you out of the belief that it was because of what Miguel had done. While seeing his face around the building everyday wasn't exactly the most pleasant feeling, the main reason as to why you'd left was to be able to carry out the pregnancy in peace. You wanted to rid yourself of the stresses that came along with being in the society, those including the ones that were caused by your coworkers. You started the process of removing yourself from the society slowly, starting out with coming into the building less and less. Before anyone could realize what your intentions had been, you had already left.

"Make sure you come to visit us, okay? We can't wait to see you with the baby," Gwen told you as you were getting ready to leave everything behind. You knew that hiding out in your universe was too risky, that it would be the first place that Miguel would ever think to look for you so you decided to take refuge in another universe. "I'll do that, stay safe. And take care of each other," you responded, her arms wrapping around your torso ever so gently. After the initial interaction that the both of you had, the two of you started going out for lunch and hosting game nights with Hobie and Pav. You glanced over at Hobie who leaned against the wall, knowing that he'd be less receptive towards a hug.

You extended your hand out, his engulfing yours as he dapped you up. "Take care of yourself, lass. And of the lil one there," Hobie told you as he let go of your hand, getting off from the wall before glancing over at Gwen. They were about to leave before you decided to call out to them once more, a small smile on your face as you looked at them. "Thank you for everything, You guys didn't need to show me the kindness that you did," you told them, a curt nod from both of them in response before they walked away. You looked down at the small duffel bag you'd packed with a few pairs of clothes and some bare necessities, wondering if this was the best decision though you already knew the answer, tapping some buttons on your gizmo to open up a portal.

Before you could leave the universe, you knew that there was something that you should do first. You ended up at an apartment on the Lower East Side, nimble fingers knocking on the door as you waited for some type of response. After waiting for what seemed to be around five minutes, you decided to turn around and start to head back home when you heard the door open. Miguel's girlfriend before you stood in front of the door, her expression painted with annoyance as she looked at you. You'd considered if this was truly a good idea for a couple minutes before coming here, ultimately deciding that you should at least offer her an apology for your actions.

"Come in," she finally spoke up for a minute, almost like she was expecting Miguel to appear behind you. You stepped into her apartment, immediately getting welcomed by the smell of wood burning at the fire place. You glanced over at the sofa she was sitting at, your eyes silently asking her if you could take a seat. She nodded, motioning for you to take a seat and so you did. "I'm sorry about what I did to you. I should've respected you and your relationship at the time but I let my selfish desires get the best of me," your apology came out a bit awkward, but it was genuine.

"I'm not sure that Miguel or I respected our relationship all that much at the time, but you're right. It was really fucking awful seeing him with you, acting the way that I wanted him to for months," she responded, folding her arms across her chest. "With that being said, I acknowledge the courage that it must've taken you to come here and I respect the fact that you're willing to look me in the eye to apologize. But I don't forgive you," she added, making your head lower a bit in shame. "You're completely entitled to that. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about the way things went down. And I hope that you don't think him cheating was a reflection on you, you seem like a very lovely person," you finished up, getting up from the couch after you finished speaking.

You knew that expecting forgiveness was a bit of a long stretch, but at least you felt that weight of guilt lifted off of you the slightest bit. As you stepped out on the street, you tapped a couple buttons on your gizmo to a random universe before taking off your watch when the portal appeared. You stepped inside, unsure of what to expect out of the new environment that you would be living in from now on. The universe that you'd landed on only had a few minor differences such as tree placement and the billboards that were present, otherwise remaining a perfect copy of Earth-928. You made your way down the streets, finding that the streets were the same as what they used to be. You stopped in front of the coffee shop that you used to frequent, deciding to get yourself a drink.

You weren't trying too hard to forget about what Miguel had made you feel, but you felt all the air leave your lungs as you looked at this version of him. It felt exactly like the first time you'd seen him, only now with the previous memories of what the other one had done. You'd bumped into him after you were making your way out of the coffee shop, your cup spilling to the floor as a result. This version of him looked like he was 25-26, still in graduate school based off the books he was gripping so tightly in his arms. "Sorry about that, are you okay?" He asked, your eyes drifting up to his face. "I'm okay, sorry about bumping into you. I wasn't paying attention," you lied to him, rubbing the back of your neck.

The truth was, you'd seen him walking out of the Alchemax building across the street and you decided to do the most logical thing, put yourself in his way and 'bump' into him. "Since you spilled your coffee, I can make it up to you by buying you a new one," he suggested, his eyes darting from your spilled cup back to your face. "You don't have to do that, it was my fault," you responded, feeling slightly guilty for the way that you'd chosen to approach this version of Miguel. While you knew that they shared essentially everything about their physical appearance in common, you also knew that you had to approach them as two different people rather than using methods you used on the other Miguel to compensate.

"Well yes, I know that I technically don't have to do anything. But I'm suggesting it to you because I want to," he added, stepping off to the side and opening the door of the coffee shop for you. You stepped inside as he followed suit behind you, standing in the line with you. "I'm Miguel, it's nice to meet you. I can't help but feel like maybe I’ve seen you before," he spoke up after a while, the line moving slowly. You told him your name and dismissed away his concern by telling him that you had a very generic face. "I don't think so, you have the kind of face that's hard to forget. your aura's very.. alluring," he responded to that before the barista called the both of you over.

The two of you sat down, the exchange a bit awkward as you stirred at your coffee with your straw. "What are you studying?" You decided to break the silence and ask him a couple questions about himself, taking a sip from your coffee. "I'm majoring in genetics at Alchemax, though my undergrad was mostly biology based. and you, what'd you study for?" He asked, leaning over the table slightly as you told him your answer. "So why genetics?" You followed up, hoping that he'd be more receptive to answering questions about himself than his other version was.

"Frankly, the main reason I chose to get into genetics was because my father works at Alchemax so I kind of grew up around that environment. But I want to make some kind of change in the world and the way that diseases are managed rather than take advantage of the resources that are given like most geneticists end up doing," he explained, allowing you to get a glimpse of just how protective and caring he seemed to be past his exterior.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you, having you delve into some details about your life without elaborating too much on where you were from before he had told you that he had to go. "Sorry about that, i have to go pick up my brother Gabriel from soccer practice since I took the car today. I'd love to talk to you more if you're down, Do you mind giving me your number?" he told you before he he left, looking at you expectantly. You hadn't even thought about that aspect moving into this universe, your mind rushing to make up an excuse that didn't make you seem uninterested in him. "I just got my phone stolen actually. I'm about go get a new one though, if you want to give me your phone number instead," you responded, watching as he grabbed a napkin and a pen to scribble down his number.

Despite the fact that you'd rushed off to buy a cell phone after your interaction with Miguel, you couldn't help but feel hesitant as you played with the paper he'd given you. The knowledge that you were an anomaly in this universe wasn't lost upon you, that even with every breath that you took, you were threatening the balance of this universe and the natural flow of events. You knew that just by texting Miguel at this moment, you'd possibly be disturbing with the stability of the canon. But no matter how wrong it felt to do it, being around him and talking to him just felt so right and easy.

You: Hey, it's the girl from the coffee shop :-) it was really nice talking to you

Miguel: Hey! I was looking forward towards your text, I really had a good time with you today. I hope you don't mind me being forward but would you like to hangout some other time?

You: Before we do, there's actually something I have to disclose to you.

Miguel: Oh no, you're an alien right?

You: Not quite LOL, just pregnant.

You bit down on your lower lip as you waited for a text back from him, feeling uneasy at the way he would react. You counted down the seconds as he typed out his response, anticipation building up as you saw the bubbles appearing on your screen.

Miguel: That doesn't change my opinion on you, I still want to get to know you better if the baby daddy doesn't have any objections towards that.

You: No, you don't have to worry about that, he's not in the picture.

Miguel: Okay, well there's this Italian restaurant with really good pasta on 80th street. I'm free on Saturday at 7 if that works for you.

You: See you then :)

The first date with Miguel went better than you'd expected, the rush of excitement that you'd felt when seeing him the first time sticking throughout the whole experience. Dates between the two of you were simple, having a good time no matter where the two of you ended up. He made you sure to be consistent with the attention that he was giving you after that despite the many commitments in his life, such as finishing up grad school, having an internship at Alchemax, and tutoring a kid named Peter Parker. He made sure to bring you your favorite flowers at the beginning of each new date, often spoiling you with whatever you had a craving for that day. A couple of months had passed since you had started the relationship with Miguel, the feeling of bliss never ending whenever you were with him.

The two of you were out walking in the street after catching a movie, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he held you close to him. "Miguelll, I'm kinda hungry for some Chipotle. I have such a craving for Mexican food," you whined, feeling your stomach grumble afterwards. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just say Chipotle was Mexican food and move on to my next point. They just closed so you're gonna have to pick somewhere else," he answered, a hint of amusement in his tone. "It's called Chipotle Mexican Grill," you countered, hearing him let out a small groan. "I can take you back to my place. I made some carne guisada earlier," he suggested, your mouth watering at just the anticipation. (stewed meat)

"This is like the best thing ever," you practically moaned out as you bit into the piece of meat that he'd given you. "Better than Chipotle, you'd say?" He asked, sitting down across from you as you ate. "Definitely. I mean, I like chipotle but for some reason their beans always make me have to go to the bathroom," you responded, not really measuring your words as you spoke. "Well, my food's never been the result of anyone's chorro so I think you'll be good," he told you, pouring you a small glass of water before setting it down. "Where'd you learn how to cook like this?" You inquired, watching as brows knitted together before he spoke again. "My mom's Mexican so there was always that sort of element around the house. I ended up visiting a couple years back and I sort of learned the cuisine from the locals."

You and Miguel were laying down in bed after dinner, his head in between your legs since he'd read somewhere that orgasms were good for the cramps that you'd been having. "Miguel, would you still like me if I was a worm?" You asked him, feeling his tongue circle around your clit before stopping. "You're asking me this right now?" He asked, looking up at you as his fingers went inside of you. "Yes. More specifically, a pregnant worm," you elaborated, a small chuckle coming out of his mouth as he shook his head. "Yes, I’d love you even if you were a pregnant worm. I'd stick you in my pocket and take you to work. Feed you little insects and whatnot," he responded, his mouth going back to what it was doing before.

Your mouth parted as you felt his tongue running across your folds, collecting the slick that'd been dripping out from his ministrations. You felt yourself unraveling with every stroke of his tongue, your pleasure being his priority in the moment as he plunged his fingers deep into your cunt. You felt yourself clench around the two fingers he had inside of you, your slick coating them to provide with an easier access. "Don't stop, please," you begged, feeling yourself approaching that familiar point of an orgasm. "Don't worry nena, I wasn't planning to," he told you, keeping the same pace as he worked you through your orgasm. Your fingers fisted at his hair, hitting your peak just a couple seconds later.

You woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly relieved. you weren't too sure if Miguel was right about the orgasms or if it was simply because you'd slept near him, but you didn't have it in you to question it. He'd gotten up earlier than you, already dressed in a button down and and jeans by the time you were up. "I can leave if you want me to. I don't want to impose," you told him, getting up from the bed as you tried to fix up your sleep ridden appearance. "I don't mind, you can stay here. I think I'll be home late from work but I'll send you a message to confirm later. Te quiero, stay safe," he told you, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead before he went out to his class.

A lingering feeling followed you throughout the evening, a feeling of impending doom and misery. You’d been helping out around the city when you weren’t with Miguel but you'd chosen to skip out on patrolling the city tonight, figuring that the Spider-Man of this universe could handle the task and decided to treat yourself a bit with some snacks from a bodega near by. You looked down at your phone, biting down at your bottom lip as you scrolled through the vast majority of texts that Miguel had sent you. He'd simply told you that he would be staying late today because he had something to finish up at work but the more time that passed, the more that your concern grew. Seven o'clock turned into eight, eight turning into nine.

You didn't want to be that type of clingy partner, but you grabbed a spare key card and decided to go pay Miguel a visit at work to make sure he was doing okay. The sounds of sirens distracted you from your worry, the police car practically zooming down the street as other cars opened up a pathway for it to pass. You weren't sure what it was, whether it was a form of intuition or simply just a gut feeling, but you decided to follow that cop car. Police tape had been set up at the scene where the cop car stopped at, a crowd building up around it. The snacks that you'd eaten earlier began to taste bitter in your mouth as you made your way through the crowd, eyes widening as you saw the person laying there.

Your airway felt constricted as you looked down at the floor, seeing Miguel on the floor with a gunshot wound to his chest. You could feel people looking at you as you struggled to breathe, but your attention was solely on the man lying in the cold pavement while the police waited for the coroner to arrive. "Ma'am?" A police officer asked, wanting to evaluate the situation before making any sudden movements. "Please, let me through. That's my boyfriend," you pleaded, managing to get the words out despite how heavy your tongue felt in your own mouth. Your caution about getting caught by this universe's Spider-Man went out the window, simply concerned about assessing Miguel. The officer asked one of his partners if all the evidence was collected before letting you into the scene.

You got down on the pavement, practically on your knees as your hand reached over to grab Miguel's. The usual warmth that he exuded was gone, simply replaced by the cold reminder of death. You kept looking over at him, almost expecting him to rise and tell you that it was just a cruel joke and that everyone had been in on it. You looked down at the puddle of blood that built up around him, the life escaping from his body with every liter that he'd lost. The police explained to you that according to the security footage from a store nearby, he got cornered by a couple men in a ski mask in the alley. They'd threatened him for his wallet and other personal belongings, shooting him when he'd resisted far too much. You reached into his pockets, finding out that they’d taken his things after they’d shot him which meant the resistance he’d put up had been for naught.

You knew that Miguel's death was a canon event for the Spider-Man of this universe, that losing a mentor was necessary for the self-perseverance that Peter had building up but you didn't understand why it had to be your Miguel. You'd never felt so useless and guilty in your life, thinking about how maybe you've could've stopped this if you'd just gone on patrol for the night. Though it might've done more harm to the universe than good, you wanted to be selfish and just feel Miguel's embrace one more time. Feel the warmth of his hugs as he held you close to his chest, his head resting on top of yours.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you forced yourself to trudge forward and head home before you ended up getting robbed in the middle of the street too. Left foot forward, right foot follow. You felt yourself having to make the involuntary movements that your body naturally made, the exhaustion of the day taking its toll on you. You stopped in the middle of the street, feeling a burning sensation in your throat as you leaned over to vomit. You weren't sure if it was the snacks that you'd had earlier or an effect of what you'd seen earlier, possibly a combination of the both of them. When you stood up straight and wiped away the vomit from your face, your attention immediately went to the portal appearing in front of you.

Talons ripped the ends of the portal, almost like the person behind it was too impatient to wait for it to open. Miguel came out and looked over at you, deactivating the head piece of his costume just so you could see the annoyance that this little stunt had caused him. "We need to talk," he told you, making it seem like you were in rather for a scolding than having a simple conversation. His eyes flickered down to the little bump on your belly, his eyes softening just the slightest bit before he looked up at you with that cold expression once more. There was nothing promising in this universe for you anymore, so you decided to follow him back to the Spider Society.

Miguel led you to his office once the two of you arrived back at the society, the stares and whispers of the other members following suit. "LYLA, don't have anyone bother me right now," Miguel spoke up, his assistant appearing and nodding before disappearing off once more. You waited for him to say something to you, anything to make this conversation go faster so you didn't have to be in the same room with him much longer. The sensation of wanting to be the furthest away from him right now felt foreign to you, especially when you often longed for the moment that he would pay some attention to you even if it was only for a couple seconds. "Do you have any idea of the damage that you could've done to that universe had you interfered with any canon event?!"

Seeing Miguel's anger felt strange to you, always having seen it directed towards someone else rather than towards you. You weren't sure if you should try to give him your explanation or let him yell it out, choosing to go for the first option. "Nothing happened though! At least nothing that wasn't supposed to," You responded, starting to feel a bit lightheaded. You padded over to a spare chair he had in his office, his back hunching over his desk the same way you'd seen many times before. "I want to be mad for you for doing such a stupid thing but I realize that i'm the one that led you to that," he spoke up after a couple seconds, facing you once more as he rubbed a hand through his chest.

You were expecting for that to be the end of the 'conversation', standing up from your spot to leave his office. "Hou don't know how hard it was to look at you through those monitors and see you getting the attention you deserved from a variant of myself. You don't know how much I longed for that to be me, to be me that you called when you had a craving for Chipotle in the middle of the night or be the one that you confided in," he spoke up before you had the chance to leave, your head turning so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. "You could've had that. Everything that happened was your fault," you replied, your voice showing no remorse for what happened. "You think I don't know that? I’m well aware of what I did, but I still selfishly want to be a part of your life and the baby’s," His voice sounded pained as he spoke, his figure approaching you slowly.

"Please. Just give me the chance to be in our baby's life. That's all I ask of you," he pleaded, desperation evident from the way that he looked at you with such longing. "You have some nerve still asking for something from me! Do you expect me to forget about everything and want me to co-parent with you?!" Your voice boomed through the empty office, your voice bouncing through the walls as they made their way into Miguel's ears. "Please, I'm begging you. I just want the opportunity to be a father to our baby," he added, reaching out to grab you before his hands fell slack by his sides. "NO!" You responded, a sudden pop coming out between your legs as a gush of liquid followed suit.

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luxaofhesperides · 5 months

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Surprise husbands + "How are you real?" ; requested by @vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff!

They may not have planned to get married, or even wanted it all too much at the beginning, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to treat each other right. It was rough going, with both of them coming out of relationships and having secret identities, but time had softened the hurt feelings and allowed them to actually get to know each other.

And Danny, Duke has discovered, is a really good husband.

Neither of them ever saw themselves as married at 20, but sometimes life throws horrible curses at you and the embodiment of balance and life and death swoops in to save your life. Via marriage.

His life is weird, okay? Duke has made his peace with it.

The thing is, if they had met naturally and started off as friends, Duke could see himself falling for Danny and asking him to marry him in a far off future. Instead, they’re doing everything backwards: married, then going on dates to know each other, and finally feeling close enough to be friends.

It helps that Danny does his best to communicate and that helps Duke find the words he needs as well.

He’s sweet, too, so kind and doting and affectionate. Like a really lovable cat, honestly. Duke’s never been cuddled so much in his life and he’s loving every minute of it.

He… might be falling in love with his husband. What a revelation.

“Duke?”

He blinks, looking up from his half-empty plate, pulled out of his thoughts suddenly. Tim and Dick stare at him, concerned, and he realizes he’s missed the entire conversation because he was so preoccupied thinking about Danny. In his defense, it was their one year anniversary the night before and Danny had kissed him for the first time after a date night spent playing video games and talking shit about their respective rogues.

Tim snaps a finger in front of his face, and Duke startles. He got distracted by his Danny Thoughts again.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You okay? You’ve been out of it all day,” Dick says, clearly concerned.

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s all good. Just… adjusting.”

“To what? Did something happen?”

Duke shrugs, scooping up another forkful of pasta to shove in his mouth. “Yeah, I… this is going to sound kind of stupid, but I think I’m in love with my husband.”

Tim, taking an ill-timed drink, chokes and spits out his Zesti. Dick springs back, trying to get out of the spray zone but doesn’t move far, shocked still by Duke’s words.

“Oh, yeah,” Duke realizes, “I didn’t tell you guys, did I?”

“You’re married?!” Tim shrieks as Dick clutches at his chest, eyes wide.

“You didn’t tell me?” Dick asks, offended.

“Seriously? That’s what you focus on?”

Duke smiles as they begin to bicker. They do it constantly, but this time it’s halfhearted, as if they’re just going through the motions of something familiar to distract themselves from the bomb he’s dropped on them.

In all fairness, Duke did forget that he didn’t tell them that he’s married to Danny. He’s also only mentioned Danny once or twice and heavily implied that Danny was just a classmate at GCU. And then forgot that he didn’t tell them, assuming that they’d figure it out eventually being Batman trained detectives, after all.

Well.

Oops.

Clearly that is not the case. Duke hurries to finish his pasta before Tim and Dick finish their joint freak out and get their senses back together enough to interrogate him. He can’t escape it, but he refuses to have this discussion with an empty stomach.

He just barely manages to scrape the last mouthful off the plate when his fork is being yanked out of his hands. Tim and Dick close in on him, standing to either side of him, trapping him in place, and look at him with knife-sharp smiles.

Here we go, Duke thinks tiredly, and resigns himself to clearing up this misunderstanding.

Somehow, he manages to explain the situation (I got cursed, he saved my life, we ended up married because magic is bullshit, he treats me so well) and Tim and Dick both agree to not hunt down Danny to show him the wrath of older brothers on one condition: Danny has to join them for a family dinner.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch everyone up on your… situation,” Dick says, pulling on his jacket to head out. Tim is already on his phone, no doubt telling someone already.

“Great,” Duke says, unenthused. “You’ll also be answering all the questions because I’m not in the mood. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to figure out a day that works for all of us, and then I’m going to kick my husband’s ass in Mario Cart.”

He walks out the door, grinning as he hears them scramble after him, then twists the ring on his finger (not a wedding ring, but a magic portal making gift) and steps into the portal. It closes quietly behind him, leaving him in Danny’s lair, a comfortable, spacious house with high ceilings and little bits of his personality scattered about. There are soft rugs with geometric patterns on them, star maps on the wall, stained glass windows that throw colors across the floor, and a giant couch and pillow pit in the living room.

Danny’s asleep in it, curled up and looking completely at peace. Duke toes off his shoes and carefully makes his way over, footsteps silent so he doesn’t wake him up, all plans of Mario Cart fading away instantly.

Danny doesn’t get much sleep, with the stress of school and an internship and ghost fights to worry about. It’s why his lair is so quiet and comfortable; it’s what he needs, and he doesn’t let anyone else in without invitation, rare as it is.

Duke is allowed to waltz right in thanks to the ring Danny gave him. It never stops making him feel overwhelmed by how much trust Danny puts in him to allow him unlimited access to what is his only true sanctuary, letting his lair be a place of safety and respite for Duke as well.

He crawls into the pillow pit, There’s no way to do this without waking Danny up since he can’t fly, so he isn’t surprised to see Danny blink his eyes open, still looking soft and content. He smiles when he sees Duke, reaching a hand out to him that Duke gladly takes, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his palm.

Sitting up, Danny tilts his head up in a silent request. Duke happily obliges, still reeling over the fact that he’s allowed to do this! He can kiss his husband whenever he wants!

Yeah, he’s going to be riding that high for a while.

“Hey,” Danny murmurs, sleepy and quietly pleased to see him.

“Hi honey,” Duke returns fondly, “Have a nice nap?”

Danny nods, leaning into Duke and closing his eyes again. “Mhm. How long are you staying? I wanna cuddle.”

“I got nothing going on today. I’m all yours, baby.”

“C’mon,” Danny tries to tug him down. Duke goes slowly, covering Danny’s body with his own, but holds himself with one hand before he blankets his husband completely.

“Wait. There’s something we need to talk about.”

Immediately, the sleepy haze is fading from Danny’s eyes, leaving him alert. “What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Not really? You know how we agreed to keep our marriage a secret until we weren’t in danger anymore and all those cultists and sorcerers were taken care of?”

“...Yes?”

“Well.” Duke sucks in a breath and offers a bashful smile. “Guess who forgot to tell people we were married after that whole mess was dealt with?”

The nervousness clears from Danny’s gaze as he stares up at Duke with incredulous amusement. “No. No way.”

“Yeah. Kinda dropped a bomb on them and they started freaking out over me being married. Anyways, they want you to come to dinner?”

“When?”

Duke leans back, sitting on his heels. “Let me check.” He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to the group chat asking for a day they could have a family meal to meet his husband.

His phone is bombarded with texts and calls immediately until Barbara, bless her entire soul, forcibly mutes all of them and puts in a poll with a few dates, setting the poll to close in 24 hours.

“Okay, well, they’re deciding now, but probably soon.”

Danny nods. “Alright. I know these aren’t normal circumstances at all, but I’m so excited to meet the Bats.”

“You do not mean that after hearing all my stories about them.”

“No, I do!” Danny laughs, surging up to wrap his arms around Duke and pull him back down to lay among the giant pillows with him. “They sound nice!”

“The Bats sound nice?!” Duke repeats in horror. “Did you hit your head?”

“They do sound nice! You talk about them so fondly, and yeah they have problems and are dysfunctional, but they’re heroes. Of course they have problems. Even with all their baggage, they’re kind. And you clearly love them, so I do too.”

It’s hard to resist the urge to hug Danny tight enough to make him squeak while peppering his face with kisses, so Duke doesn’t. He just goes and does it, because he’s allowed to shower his husband (!) with affection (!!!) as much as he pleases.

“How are you real?” he says against the corner of Danny’s lips. “How are you so perfect! To me specifically! Honey, if we weren’t already married, I’d be going down on one knee right now.”

“I mean, you still can. We never got a proper wedding either. Think if we offer them a chance to help plan our wedding, they’ll forgive us for secretly being married for so long?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Duke says. He’s already giddy, just imagining what their wedding will look like, what song they’ll play for their first dance, where they’ll have the ceremony… He should create a Pinterest account to start putting ideas together.

Later, though. He wants to woo Danny properly and take him on so many dates.

Dates which include dinner with the Waynes and Wayne-adjacents, apparently.

“You sure you’re okay with meeting them over dinner?” he asks, just to be sure. He knows how intense they can be, even when pretending to be normal civilians. It took him years to get used to them, himself, and he doesn’t want to push Danny into doing something he’s not ready to do.

Danny cups Duke’s face in his hands and gives him a quick, reassuring kiss. “I’m sure. If nothing else, it’ll be fun to see how long it takes for them to realize I’m not fully human.”

“I really am glad it’s you.”

“Yeah, me too. I’d choose you all over again if given the choice.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Duke laughs, wrapping an arm around Danny’s waist.

“Can we nap now? Now that you’re here and holding me, it’s taking everything I’ve got to stay awake.”

“Yeah, we can nap now.” Duke settles into the pillows, Danny cradled in his arms and closes his eyes to bask in the quiet easiness of it all.

He really couldn’t ask for a better husband, unexpected as he was. The others will see that too, once they meet him. It’s impossible to not love Danny once you meet him; Duke knows this all too well.

He loves his husband.

And his husband loves him back.

Duke is fully prepared to keep making that choice for the rest of his life.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dp x dc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #it was such a struggle to keep this one short but i WILL do it. it will stay below 3k words. i promised myself this #wasnt too sure what the surprise husbands trope was so i winged it lol. i hope you enjoy reading this anyways!!#its all about choosing love and choosing each other and taking care of each other in a bad situation #turning it into something good and soft and kind bc neither of u want to hurt each other and its nice to have someone always by ur side #its abt choosing each other every day!!#these two are out here speed running love while doing it backwards. icons.#thanks for the prompt!!

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Bi-Han is an honorable man

I can't believe that I'm making yet another post pointing out the obvious but every time I go into a Youtube comment section I'm starting to question whether me and the rest of the Mortal Kombat fandom have even played the same game.

1. He shows opponents mercy

Sub-Zero: You want peace? Let us be. Liu Kang: The Lin Kuei's sins aren't easily forgiven.

Sub-Zero: Surrender and Shao will show mercy. Mileena: If you believe that, you're a fool.

Sub-Zero: Walk away while you can. Raiden: I'll never give up, never surrender.

Sub-Zero: I won't hold back, Brother. Scorpion: Do your worst.

Sub-Zero: We have no cause for dispute. Kitana: You aided Shao's attempt to steal the throne!

These dialogues honestly speak for themselves already, they don't even need explaining. Compare that to actual villains like General Shao who sends Reiko after Bi-Han to kill him simply because he "doesn't like loose ends" even after Bi-Han saved him or Shang Tsung who killed Reptile's family out of nothing but sheer cruelty.

The fact that Bi-Han is willing to let people walk away from a fight, that he gives them a chance to walk away alive, speaks volumes about his personality. He warns his opponents in his intros and even during his end of round taunts ("Flee now and live."), he tries to solve things peacefully and without violence if possible. He's not bloodthirsty, malicious or eager to kill anyone, but will do so if given no other choice.

Despite Bi-Han's flaws, a man willing to show an opponent mercy is an honorable man. SPOILERS AHEAD: May I again remind you that Kuai Liang is not willing to show a defeated and dying Bi-Han mercy when he gets turned into Noob against his will? Not only that, but Kuai Liang wouldn't have hesitated to kill Frost who is probably around Hanzo's age at his own wedding if Harumi hadn't stepped in to save her. Harumi had to beg Kuai Liang to show someone mercy, while Bi-Han grants it without a second thought. Like it or not, at least in that one aspect, Bi-Han is the better man.

I don't know why some people think of him as this aggressive guy going around trying to pick fights with everyone when all he wants is to be left alone? It's wild to me how people think he's the problem here.

2. He respects/admires their fighting skills

Sub-Zero: You will surely test my might. Ashrah: I will overwhelm it, Sub-Zero.

Sub-Zero: This fight I will long remember. General Shao: Who says you will survive it?

Sub-Zero: I'm pleased to fight Outworld's foremost mage. Rain: Will it also please you to lose?

Sub-Zero: I hear your skills are formidable. Li Mei: As are those of all who have been Umgadi.

Can we also talk about how respectful Bi-Han is towards his opponents? He compliments them on their skills as opposed to Kuai Liang who even talks down to his own allies. Yes, Bi-Han is arrogant, but he can still acknowledge other people's strengths and respect them, even if they are his foes.

3. He admits when he's wrong

Sub-Zero: I was wrong to trust you. General Shao: Yes, Earthrealmer. You were.

Sub-Zero: I wasn't aware of Shang Tsung's experiments. Liu Kang: Had you known, would your choice have been different?

Sub-Zero: Your mother's death is regrettable. Kitana: I consider you complicit, Bi-Han.

You can say what you want about him, but he certainly takes responsibility for his actions and even shows regret over some of them. Bi-Han might not be the most compassionate character, but he does express some sympathy towards others. Compare that to Kuai Liang who tells Havik it's his own fault that his face was burned off as if he had nothing to do with it. Yes, Bi-Han doesn't show much sympathy towards Baraka for his condition, but neither does Kuai Liang. Why Kuai Liang is still considered the more honorable brother regardless of that and his very obvious ableism, is beyond me.

Bi-Han's good traits are all too often overlooked. I don't know if it's because people don't pay attention to intros, but it's so easy to see he's not a bad person deep down. It's just the media comprehension skills of most MK fans that are seriously lacking.

#bi han #bi-han #bi han sub zero #mk sub zero #mk bi han #kuai liang #mk scorpion #mk kitana #mk li mei #mk ashrah #mk liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023

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luffyvace · 19 days

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Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

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shuttershocky · 2 months

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I've got a lot of different thoughts when it comes to gamedev - community interaction, but the method I respect the most is Icefrog's handling of DotA and then Dota 2: he interacted with the community and posted plenty, got death threats because he posted pictures of his cat instead of a new patch, and then never ever EVER interacted with the public again. He just continued making Dota in peace and left the playerbase to deal with the changes without so much as an explanation in the patch notes.

This did not change when he was hired by Valve to work on Dota 2. The only people he would interact with were the best of the best pro players, and even then completely ignore their balance concerns and ask only if they found a change fun rather than balanced. The rest of the playerbase went ignored (though apparently heard anyway as heroes would continue to be changed if they were a menace to low skill pubs even without a pro scene presence)

This silence and refusal to interact with the community would fucking murder the player numbers of 99% of modern games, but instead Dota continues to truck along, never being the biggest but being big enough to sustain itself, and its playerbase can only ever guess at what direction Dota will go in, with Icefrog becoming a near mythical figure with once a year tweets on Twitter and nothing else.

Truly incredible. I wish more gamedevs could somehow get away with that, it would make their lives so much easier.

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jaskierx · 7 months

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can't wait until somebody more intelligent than me writes a big post about the ed and hornigold scenes but for now this will do

so uh once upon a time i had therapy which is weird bc i'm completely mentally well and always have been and my therapist introduced me to this theory called transactional analysis where the idea is that as well as your 'regular' adult self you have an inner parent (who acts like your parents/parent figures) and an inner child (who acts like you did as a child) and a lot of how we process what happens to us is influenced by these

and i'm climbing my walls and hanging upside down from the ceiling because to me this was so perfectly shown in those scenes

ed and hornigold are ed's inner child and inner parent respectively

ed wants to play pretend. he wants to play innkeeper with a friend and have fun. he does not want to eat his soup in case it isn't safe. he wants to be told that he's special ('it's not that basic, mine was pretty intense') he wants to gently suggest things ('i think i'm supposed to choose live') and look to an authority figure and have them confirm that he's doing well and making the right choices

and hornigold as the inner parent doesn't let him, because ed didn't get that kind of parental support as a child. hornigold indulges ed in the innkeeper roleplay, but spoils it by not playing 'properly', by trying to change it from a fun game about running an inn to a hard lesson about how in the real world people will be rude to you. he forces ed to eat the soup for his own good. he's unimpressed by ed's various misdeeds and attempts to get the crew to kill him even though ed is showing them to him and asking for approval. he's indifferent and gives absolutely no encouragement when ed is looking for assurance that he should choose to live - in fact, he ends up deciding ed is taking too long and makes the decision for him, literally causing him to fall off the cliff

and then when ed's about to die, when he's chosen death and he's almost at peace with letting himself drown, the person that saves him is stede - who has always seen him and never judged him, who works on the same wavelength with how ed communicates through games and metaphors, who was the first person to ever look past the blackbeard exterior and see ed as a person who is soft and vulnerable and likes fabrics instead of a man so scary he's become a legend - stede who appears as a literal light in the darkness, as a mythical creature, armed with a trident to protect ed from harm

yeah in conclusion ed has childhood trauma and everybody is worse off for it including me :)

#ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd s2 spoilers #edward teach #lyse.jpg #cw suicide #cw suicidal ideation

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yuri-is-online · 24 days

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...so you just threw this beautiful idea of Fyuuture kid, and left me with a brainrot? Especially after you answered one ask with i quote "he loves his parent so much and was really fighting it to keep it together when he saw them alive again" end of the quote. WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN? WHAT? HOW?

ask 1 and ask 2

Oh 👉👈? I wasn't expecting to get an ask about this au ever again actually, but I am so glad you did, I like it a lot. I mentioned Fire Emblem Awakening in the first ask I got about it but for those of you who haven't played the game, the plot features the children of your army traveling back in time to try and prevent the end of the world. That's more or less what happened in the fyuuture kid au, at least in my first draft... I always end up associating the "future kid meets their parents" trope with either FE: Awakening or I guess Golden Sun? Which I think is the name of the jrpg where something similar happens idk I just like there being a reason for the kid to need to meet their parents.

In my original draft of the au, Yuu was told by Crowley there was no way home for them, so they settled down with Yutu's father and started building a life together. This turned out to not be true, as the Magical Marshall's office began investigating the overblots that happened while Yuu was in school and came to the conclusion Yuu had something to do with them; so they were secretly arrested, cursed to forget everything about Twisted Wonderland, and sent home. The curse was meant to trigger every time Yuu vaguely remembered their time in the otherworld, with the idea their brain would prevent them from thinking about it after a while. They would have justified it, if anyone had been there to ask, by saying Yuu wouldn't know they were missing anything and would be able to live a happy life. When Yutu was born that made that outcome impossible, but the Marshal's office didn't think to check if Yuu was pregnant...

Shortly after they did that though strange things started happening. Monster attacks got more frequent, blot levels started rising, not to extremes immediately but still enough to be concerning. Reports of a strange, abyssal magic using beast, started pouring in to S.T.Y.X. suspiciously close to Grim's description. While Yuu was busy trying to put their life back together in their world, Twisted Wonderland slowly began to fall apart drowning under an ink colored sky. The overblot phantoms they fought come back and begin hunting in their respective homelands, and rumor has it they can turn certain mages into their thralls...

The curse slowly eats away at Yuu's brain, every time they see something that reminds them of their friends, their time at NRC, every time Yutu does something that would make them think about how much he takes after his dad, they feel a great deal of physical pain and temporarily lose the ability to function. It's killing them, and no doctor or specialist can figure out the cause, so Yutu just has to sit there and watch his parent slowly die and not be able to do anything about it. I was uncertain of where exactly I wanted Yuu to die in the story, but it always was around when Yutu gets isekaid to NRC, either before and he had to leave them behind or after when they both get to go home finally! But Yuu doesn't completely make it, they're able to have one moment of peace with their son and Professor Crewel before passing on.

Yutu's dad changes depending on who you want it to be of course, as does whether they met before he and his friends decided to go back in time to prevent this version of the future from ever happening, but his feelings about Yuu never changes. Yutu really admires his parent, he did even before he learned about them facing down overblots! They were really close and the more he learned about their curse, the more responsible he felt for their death. He's very determined to keep Yuu alive and safe in Twisted Wonderland in this timeline, even if it costs him his life.

His opinion on his dad really changes depending on who it is and what he learns about them. Like can you imagine learning your dad was known for being obsessed with teeth and no he had no intention of being a dentist? Clown behavior 💀💀💀 His friends were all ocs I made but never really developed... I do remember that one was a younger sibling of Kalim's (who could be his aunt if you like Kalim and absolutely embraces that role), her retainer, Crewel's son who also sees himself as Yutu's uncle (the feeling isn't mutual) because he is old enough to sort of remember Yuu and thinks of them as a sibling, and a random oc I based off of the kid from Up for no reason other than I like the movie. They also came back in time, but only Yutu ended up in the right place, just like fire emblem awakening.

idk I should probably do something with it. like writing the reactions for the other dorms...

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #i am so sorry if you wanted more domestic moments w yuu and yutu and got a lore dump instead #if you want those feel free to ask i need a distraction from the long fic i am writing ha

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Hob and Dream were childhood sweethearts. Dream was a prince and hob was just a lower noble but he lived by Dream’s summer palace, so the two of them spent their summers playing games and making up stories.

Dream loved that hob would read to Dream and of course hob thought Dream was the most beautiful, wonderful thing he’d ever seen.

As they grow up they fall in love. And they promise each other that they’ll be together. They make this promise on the eve of dream being sent off on a diplomatic tour of the neighboring kingdoms.

Only while dream is gone, (the burgess family stalled him) the Morningstar attacks his kingdom, burning the cities down and taking the palace.

Dream is filled with rage. But he knows he can’t go back.

Not yet. It isn’t safe.

He’s so worried for hob, but when he sent out of his spies to check on him, the spy only reported that Hob’s family home has been burned. They say the young lord of family gadling refused to bow to their new rulers, even raised a sword to Lucifer themself. No one has seen him since. How spies urge him not to look for hob. If he isn’t dead, he will wish he was, as a prisoner of the morningstar, renowned for their cruelty and mind games. And there is no way for dream to get to him.

So Dream mourns and turns his grief into revenge.

He works on building a network of spies and that’s how he becomes aware of a small rebellion being led in his name. It cropped up suddenly in a matter of weeks, they say lead by a former prisoner of Lucifer’s. They say Lucifer gave him their special and personal attention for years. They say most wouldn’t survive that kind of cruelty. They say Lucifer is furious about the escape.

Not daring to hope, Dream reaches out and after months of subterfuge, finally sets up a meeting between them in the edge of the kingdom, out of Lucifer’s sight.

“It’s been a long time,” the man, hooded and masked, says softly. “Many thought you abandoned us.”

And Dream knows that voice. He’d know it anywhere.

“Hob,” he breathes. “Is that you?”

Ohh, masked vigilante rebel Hob!!!

Dream begs Hob to tell him what happened to him while he was imprisoned by Lucifer, but Hob keeps changing the subject and trying to talk about plans to get Dream back on the throne. He won't talk to Dream properly, not like they used to talk. He seems so hurt and bitter, which Dream can understand! He just wants to be able to help Hob heal. If he doesn't have Hob, there'll be no point in getting the kingdom back at all.

Hob finally comes clean and admits that Lucifer used to use Dream’s image to torture him. With some kind of drug they would make sure that Hob would hallucinate Dream’s presence, and then torture Hob physically. So despite himself he began to believe that Dream truly condoned his imprisonment and torture. Only Hob’s determination to get out and find out the truth led him to survive.

Dream is, of course, horrified. He promises to respect Hob’s space going forward. He'll give Hob room to heal and maybe when he feels ready, they can be friends again? Hob bursts into floods of tears at this point (so much for his reputation as an uncrushable rebel). He doesn't want Dream to leave him! He was so scared and he just wants everything to be okay like it used to be.

Dream promises there and then that he'll win back his realm and marry Hob. They'll defeat Lucifer together and build a kingdom that is so strong, no one will be able to hurt Hob ever again. Dream is going to protect him. He'll fight to the death to give his beloved the peaceful life he deserves.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw torture

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gayelderstourney · 9 months

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OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Sir Alistair Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs:

THEY ARE CANONICALLY MARRIED!!!!! THEY ARE FORCE/FINESSE SUN/MOON SALT/SUGAR. THEY ARE SILLY GENTLEMEN WHO ARE IN LOVE. HAMMERLOCK IS A VICTORIAN BIG GAME HUNTER LIFTED STRAIGHT FROM A STEAMPUNK NOVEL WHO IS ALL ABOUT ADVENTURE AND WAINWRIGHT IS A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN HEIR TO A GUN MANUFACTURING MEGACORPORATION WHO HAS SMALL AMBITIONS. OPPOSITES ATTRACT ULTIMATE INCARNATION. THE THEMES AND MOTIFS AND PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM ARE IMPECCABLE. THEY SUPPORT EACHOTHER UNCONDITIONALLY AND WHOLEHEARTEDLY. HAMMERLOCK THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HE RECORDED WHAT HE THOUGHT WERE GOING TO BE HIS LAST WORDS AND HE SAYS, I QUOTE: "but I long not for death seeking adventures, but instead for one… last… peaceful… moment… with you. I love you, Wainwright. Farewell." DID I MENTION HAMMERLOCK HAS A NICKNAME FOR WAINWRIGHT. HE CALLS HIM Winny AND IT MELTS MY HEART EVERY TIME. GOD THEY GET MARRIED IN THE CORPSE OF AN ELDRITCH GOD AND THEIR WEDDING IS AN ENTIRE DLC. IT ALSO COVERS THEIR RESPECTIVE DOUBTS THAT MAYBE THEY AREN'T THE RIGHT MAN FOR EACHOTHER BUT IN THE END THEY REALIZE THAT IT'S NOT TRUE AND THE OTHER LOVES HIM SO SO SO MUCH JUST LIKE HE IS. I AM SO SO AUTISTIC ABT THEM THEY ARE PEAK OLD MAN YAOI BUT THEY ARE VIRTUALLY UNKNOWN IN THE OLD MAN YAOI COMMUNITY. PLEASE.

They have an entire DLC about their wedding. Their base game story arc starts with Wainwright calling you to ask you to go on a rescue mission to save Hammerlock and calling him the love of his life.

There is a whole game DLC dedicated to their canonical marriage, they constantly call each other by pet names, every single time they talk about one another there is passion in their voices, they express how much they love and care for each other.

Irving Bailiff/Burt Goodman:

they are TRAPPED in capitalist dystopian hell and yet gay love persists. literally they are fighting for their got damn lives to be gay. they've been subjected to evil fucked up brain surgery to make them forget who they are outside of the workplace and yet. AND YET. they fall in love INSIDE the workplace and gain the desire to fight their oppressors so they can do old man yaoi activities. i forgot to take my adderall today sorry im not forming coherent thoughts but they made christopher walken yaoi real

They have only ever experienced being at work and are desperately trying to find meaning with no memory of the outside world. Fraternization is against the rules as well. The yearning is so much.

they are 2 sad old men who are in forbidden love. they bond over a mutal love of corporate art & company tote bags. their love inspired Irving to rebel against his employers for the first time ever. Burt is even Christopher Walken.

They’re so quietly sweet and heart-wrenching… fell in love on the ‘inside’ (they both work a job that ‘severs’ their work memories from their out-of-work memories; inside the job, they have no idea who they are on the outside or what the world is like, but they found each other and found a little bit of love and meaning and happiness inside the nightmare corporate world that is their job)

canonically in love with each other! in the show people sever their consciousness so they aren't aware when they're working. this creates a separate person that only exists while they're at the office, who doesn't share any memories with the person they are on the outside. these two old men bond and find comfort in each other despite the dystopian hell situation they're in

Old men having a forbidden romance while stuck in a hellish workplace dystopia

These two old men know nothing outside of their company propaganda, which says romance is forbidden, and they still choose each other. They bond over paintings, discuss company policy in each other's arms like they're debating scripture on whether their love is allowed. They're sooo gay and it's so sweet to see true, canonical old man yaoi

Weird old man office romance except they only exist inside the bounds of the world’s worst office building and they go on a little date to a room full of plastic plants

#polls #round 1 #gay elders tourney #tournament poll #sir alistair hammerlock #wainwright jakobs #borderlands #wainlock #irving bailiff #burt goodman #severance

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thewordswewrite · 1 year

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The Drought of an Ocean

Chapter 13 - Debts Paid

Pairing | Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Story Summary | Finnick Odair was the youngest victor to ever win the Hunger Games but that didn’t earn him respect as a mentor, at least not until she came along. When a dejected volunteer from District 4 puts her life on the line, Finnick will do anything he can to protect her.

Chapter Summary | An unplanned visit to his mother spirals into a dangerous meeting with Snow that leaves Finnick with nowhere to turn.

Chapter Warnings | canon typical violence, nonexplicit forced prostitution, mentions/situations of sexualizing minors, anxiety inducing situations, explicit language, mentions of suicide, character death

W/C | 4.5k

Taglist | @lem0ns77 @lostintheendlessvoidthatislife @curlycarley @bela-nov @lilylovelyxo @jaydiann @shynypeacekitten @dd122004dd @jyessaminereads @aquawhore420 @qallaghereid @bazzaza @zulpix-blog @mrsjna @americanstarlette @lou-the-confused-bisexual @maxinehufflepuffprincess

A/N | Listen guys, this one is rough so warning in advance it’s not happy. No one is happy, maybe one day they’ll be happy but not today. Enjoy the angst you came here for. -Smoe :(

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Finnick woke to the newly familiar press of limbs against his. He had been sleeping with his victor for the better part of the week, finding the presence oddly comforting for the both of them, as they kept away the terror sleep often brought. He figured she had never slept with another person before based on the fact that she took up the whole bed, sprawling out her limbs and forcing him to teeter on the edge. All Finnick had to do was a half roll and he was off the bed and on his feet, staring down at the girl wrapped in his sheets, oblivious to the world.

He stood for a moment at the bed, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall rhythmically. In these moments, when the sun was just peeking through the curtains and the morning air still had a little extra bite that made her clutch the blankets tighter to her frame, he thought that maybe he didn’t have so bad after all. In these moments, he could at least pretend that he would see that small deep-dreaming smile during the day, the peace only ruined by remembering that he was him and she was her and that would always be in the way.

Wiping away his thoughts with a hand across his face, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt to change into, deciding he would let his restlessness run free. A morning jog was something new he had added to his routine, the salty air of the beach less abrasive than watching the girl beside him wake contently only for her face to fall when she remembered who she had shared a bed with. At least by the time he got back, she was already busy doing whatever she got up to that he didn’t get to know about.

As he made his way out to shore, he waved occasionally at the fishermen who were already, or about to be, hard at work, hoping to make the day’s catch before the sun rose in the sky and it was time to move on to the market. Sometimes, when he made it to the sand, a scrappy mutt would slink up from near one of the docks, puttering along with him as he did his laps. When the ache in his legs became too much to continue, he planted himself on the sand and the dog would lie next to him though it’d never let him touch, scampering away when he offered a pet.

Finnick had laid in the sun until he feared he might scorch, deciding it better to deal with the heat that awaited him at home. He watched with folded arms as the pup headed back to its hideaway and let his mind drift to the idea of joining. Slowly, he retreated towards the main road, his feet following the well-worn path with little thought.

As he stepped up to the door, he made a concerted effort to open it quietly in case his girl happened to still be asleep; he doubly made an effort to make sure he gave her space. Upon reaching the foyer however, he could see the girl curled up on the couch, a stack of papers scattered across the coffee table and a thick leather bound book perched in her lap. It was a surprise to see her so openly enjoying the space as he had hardly seen her treat it as a home but rather something closer to a dormitory where the only space that was truly hers was the bedroom. Finnick almost took this as a good sign until he realized that she had only not heard him come in for when he set his keys down on the table, she jolted with a start, snapped the book shut and began to clean up her things.

Finnick bit his tongue, fighting the words that he wanted so badly to say. Eventually, she would have to accept his presence in the house, their living together, or it would only continue to be a miserable existence. They may not be a real couple but they were at least partners in this game they were forced to play; he would certainly hate for it to end in a stalemate.

Heading towards the kitchen with his stomach growling, Finnick set out to make breakfast. He was grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, hoping to make enough for two as he had for the past week or so when he spotted the pan already sitting atop the stove, still dirtied from whatever the girl had made. Surely, surely, she had known that he would be back, that he had been making an effort for them to do at least something together. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was the endless stream of obstacles that seemed to come his way lately but his blood was beginning to boil.

“What is this?” Finnick called out to her pointedly.

She jumped slightly at the noise of the pan being dropped, “Don't worry about it, I’ll do them later.”

“That’s-” He shook his head in disbelief. “You made breakfast?”

“Yeah?” Where she had previously been gathering her papers casually, she picked up speed as she sighed. Finnick could not see whatever she had been working on, her efforts to conceal it obvious, which only made him clench his fists tighter at his sides.

“For yourself?”

“Yes? What’s your point?” She had stopped what she had been doing and stood directly towards him, hands on her hips. He scanned her eyes for any sense of remorse.

“What’s my-” Finnick stared at her in genuine surprise. “I’ve been making all the meals for days with no help, and now-”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” She cut him off. Her eyebrows were lifted as she cocked her head with a sarcastic grin.

“You didn’t have to! I was making food for myself and because we live together, I made some for you too!”

“You don’t have to do that!” Now she was shouting too. “I didn’t ask for this. I’m not someone you need to take care of!” Not someone he needed to take care of? The days were counting down until their wedding, until they were married and he was just supposed to pretend he was living on his own, passing her by in the hallway like they were strangers all while he kept her bed warm? The lives of those he loved depended on their impression of a happy couple and he wasn’t supposed to take care of her? Finnick was so upset he couldn’t respond, instead beginning to grab his things. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

・・・Ψ・・・

“Mom?” Finnick knocked on the door once more for good measure, his previous attempts eerily unanswered. “Mama?” He twirled his useless key ring in his hand as he leaned his forehead against the door. The curtains were drawn on the front windows and he gave them each a good tap before he slinked around back. Even under the heat of the cloudless sky, he was starting to feel a chill. His mother could easily be at Mags’ or out at the market but he’d never had to worry about where she was before, at the very least there would be a note left for him on the counter if he wasn’t around when she left.

As he reached the back porch, Finnick’s heart leapt in his chest as he saw the back door left ajar. His feet were moving without a second thought and suddenly in the house frantically searching for his mother. The house was clean to the point of vacancy and if he hadn’t recognized his mother’s few knick-knacks he would’ve thought no one had ever lived there at all. The parallel appearance to his new dwelling only worsened his disorientation and he felt himself becoming dizzy with worry.

It wasn’t until he stumbled upon her bedroom door, the only one in the house that was closed, that he felt the tears start to well up in his eyes. His hand shook as it gripped the doorknob and a cold rush of air passed through the doorway as it opened. The room, like the rest of the house, was empty but perched atop one of the perfectly arranged pillows sat a single white rose. Finnick’s knees hit the floor before he could spare another thought. There was only a sharp red flash of pain across his vision before everything faded to black.

・・・Ψ・・・

The light was blinding, a dull throb emanating from the base of his skull. He was moving, that was for certain but it could not have been by his own will for his body felt disconnected from the rest of his being. It was only when he regained feeling in his feet that Finnick realized he was being dragged. His mind posed the idea of fighting back against whatever had him in its grasp but he did not have the strength, all that he possessed being used to keep his head from toppling back. If it weren’t for the hauntingly familiar sound of a pair of double doors opening, he would not have known where he was.

“Now, that’s no way to treat a true Capitol man. Did you at least ask him if he would extend his presence?”

Finnick was forcibly placed in a chair, the whole thing nearly tipping over with his sudden uncontrolled weight. He was trying his best to gain back his composure, the muscle memory of the President’s office pulling him up like a puppet on strings.

“My apologies for the lackluster transportation, my boy,” Snow offered, sliding a fine crystal glass filled with water across his desk. Under any other circumstances, Finnick would never accept a drink from the President but he doubted he would be able to string together a sentence in his current condition.

“Where’s my mother?” He managed after downing the whole glass. All pretenses of etiquette were gone, stripped down to the essential. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”

“That you have,” Snow pondered, rhythmically tapping a gold plated pen on the mahogany of his desk. “And you’ve been dutifully rewarded, have you not?”

“Yes, sir,” Finnick panted, “My mother, sir, please.” Of all the times he had sat in this office, the most debased things demanded of him, the freedoms stripped away from him one by one, he at least had the dignity of taking it with grace but he could do it no more. He would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if only he could be sent back home in peace. Had he not already accepted his fate?

“Patience. Patience,” The man tsked, sharp as a snake, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Is this about my g-…my fiancee? I can assure you everything is well.”

“In a way, I suppose it is.” Snow rose from his chair and stalked towards the glass doors leading to the balcony, his domain spanning before him. With a crook of age withered fingers, he beckoned Finnick towards him. On unsteady legs, he joined Snow, the cool breeze emanating from the glass. Next to him, it was easy to forget the power the man held as Finnick had a few inches on him and could easily overpower him but it really meant nothing here. “Let’s not lie to each other, hm?”

“Of course, sir,” Finnick sighed, his eyes trained on his own shoddy reflection in the glass. Snow chuckled and clamped a hand on Finnick’s shoulder, causing him to flinch.

“You’ve always been so well-behaved,” The man mused, “An exemplary student of control. You’ve always understood the game, the contract that keeps this precarious world from chaos. I’ve always seen myself in you in that way.” Finnick barely restrained a noise of disgust and hoped that he was nowhere near similar to this tyrant but still he could admit that he allowed the man to play him any way that he wanted. Did that make him no better?

“I’m…honored you see me that way,” He replied, a sound of approval following his response.

“But we all have our weaknesses, even I.” Finnick’s heart was racing, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Was his mother already lost? Had he been too late. “I know better than most how a man can be…swayed by the affection of a woman.”

“Sir, I-”

“And even more so do I know the consequences that a man must face for breaking the rules.”

Finnick sputtered, trying to imagine where he had failed, “I promise we’re living very happily together. We’re just getting used to the new arrangement but we’re both looking forward to the wedding.”

“Come now, you know that’s not what this is about.” He met the other man’s eyes and Finnick searched them for an answer. How much longer could he take the vague allusions? “After all that I have provided you with,” Snow shook his head, “I can’t stand for a cheater, a liar, someone who abuses my gifts.”

Finnick’s stomach dropped, carving itself into a hollow hole as he thought about his girl, slowly but surely freezing to death and the both expensive and miraculous flint that had saved her life.

“Did you honestly believe that I wouldn’t hear from my client what business he was keeping with my charge?”

“I’m sorry, sir, I never meant for things to get out of hand I-, I just couldn’t sit and watch her-”

“Die?” Snow uncharacteristically raised his voice, startling Finnick. “That’s what they’re supposed to do. They are but a reminder of what happens when one does not know their place.” The man was seething and Finnick, reduced to a lackey, a child, trembled in front of him. The president took a deep breath before adjusting his suit jacket. “Nevertheless, I am more than willing to offer an opportunity for redemption. I know too the growth one can make with serious consequences.”

“My mom then, sir?” Finnick warbled, his eyes trained on his feet.

“Do this one thing for me and I will return her without a scratch.”

“Anything,” Finnick responded eagerly, “Anything.” He knew what it meant to promise such a thing, the cruel punishments that the President could formulate like no other but for his mother, he would offer up his own life; he knew however, that that would be a mercy he would not be afforded.

“As you seem so fond of him, you will pay a visit to your friend, Jovian, tonight.” Was that all? Finnick hated his job, that was undeniable, but it was hardly a punishment he couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until Snow grabbed Finnick’s wrist and placed a small vial of liquid into his palm that he understood the gravity of this assignment.

“No, sir, please. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was all me. I only made him think it was his idea,” Finnick could only be digging his grave deeper but he persisted, “Please spare him.”

“You’ve made your bed, my boy, now you must lie in it.”

・・・Ψ・・・

Finnick sat at the ornate desk once more, tapping his foot against the dark wood flooring. The sunlight was temporarily blocked out as the President stood in front of him.

“I assume it’s done?”

“It was almost too easy,” Finnick smiled absently, his eyes blank as images flooded through his mind.

The tap of his heart in his chest was so strong he was sure that it would give him away, that the whole city could hear it and they would soon enough realize that he was nothing more than a criminal walking the streets. His grip on the champagne bottle was nearly lethal as he trudged up the steps to the penthouse, the fluorescent lights above casting a sickly glow on the stairway. Images flashed through his mind in spurts, a cold sweat running down the back of his neck as the screams of his victims filled his ears. He never forgot them, not their names, not how he did it. He could still feel the nearly sickening excitement that he felt at every canon, at every spotting of another tribute in the trees, the water. Whatever he was then, it was barely human; it was animal.

“Finnick? Back again so soon?”

The worst part was always the touch, the feeling of their hands on him. Everything else, that was bearable, tolerable at least, but no amount of scrubbing could get their burning, vile touch off of him. How many times had his mind wandered to the idea of how easy it would be to fight back, to kill, to watch the life fade from their eyes as he had in the arena? Was this not also a game of life or death? Maybe not in the traditional sense but surely something in him died every time he had to feel the unwelcome touch of a stranger.

“A toast, Mr. Varus?”

“To what, my dear?”

“To good fortune. To life.”

“To life.”

Snow sighed, sitting at his chair, “Did you do it how I instructed?”

“Every step,” Finnick lied through his teeth.

It was almost inevitable, the way it played out. Finnick could not deny in hindsight that it seemed a sort of sign that Jovian set his glass back down, choosing to taste the champagne from Finnick’s lips instead. Things were escalating quickly, the press of Jovian’s body smothering him and the screams in his head growing louder. That instinct, the wrath within him was growing unchecked and untethered, flooding his vision with a stain of red. Jovian’s hands, as all the rest, had tainted Finnick for years, leaving behind invisible marks that would never fade.

Now, his own hands were moving of their accord, their grip iron tight around the man’s neck. The memories in his mind were becoming crossed into one complete rage, the feeling of the man’s lips on his skin synonymous with the feeling of being hunted, predator against prey.

“Exactly as you said,” The words were falling out of his mouth, formulating something Snow or maybe he needed to hear.

It was a bittersweet pleasure, killing him for the second time, for he had already doomed him to this when he used him as a means to an end. But had they not all done the same to him? After all, he had first met Jovian when he was but sixteen years old, still a boy, a child. Never had Finnick been granted such a reprieve as this.

When it all fell away, when there was only a body lying beneath him, he could not deny the part of him that felt satisfaction, satiation. Surely he must deserve some sort of praise for keeping it all at bay for so long. Only Finnick, lying awake at night next to his wife, would ever have to know the undeniably deadly truth of himself. He killed a man with his bare hands, and he liked it.

“And the body?” Snow wondered.

“Gone.”

A slow smile spread across Snow’s face as he clasped his hand together. “Wonderful. Once again you’ve proven to me your loyalty.” Snow stood and gestured towards the door. “As promised.”

Finnick’s head whipped around where the double doors opened, revealing his mother, flanked by two peacekeepers. Her face was bruised and battered, her eyes watery as she looked up at him.

“Finnick,” She gasped in relief.

He could feel himself begin to move, his false exterior breaking away at the sight of his mom. He took one step, then another, Finnick’s hands reaching out to grasp her own.

“But,” A voice boomed out behind him, stopping Finnick in his tracks. “I did tell you not to lie to me.”

Finnick watched in horror as his mom was forced to the ground, her knees knocking harshly against the hardwood of Snow’s office. In a moment he was in action, making quick steps across the room to get to her but he was met by a burly peacekeeper, much larger and stronger than himself and suddenly he was reminded, no matter how many people he’d killed, he was still a nineteen-year-old boy who couldn’t save his mom.

“No! Please!” Finnick yelled, as his arms were restrained harshly behind his back. “I did what you asked! He’s dead, I killed him like you wanted! Please!” There were tears welling in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“You did.” Snow reassured. “But how you wanted. And you lied about it.”

Finnick was frantically shaking his head and strained against the hold of the man behind him, “What does it matter? No one would know!”

“I’ll know. And that’s enough.”

Desperate, Finnick could do no more than plead, the pressure the peacekeeper had on his arms threatening to pop his shoulder from his socket. “Please! Please!”

Finnick watched helplessly as a single shot rang through the room, a dull thump following, then silence. Finnick’s body gave way, his eyes following the pool of blood as it spread across the floor and suddenly he felt sixteen again.

“I thought after the first time you’d have remembered this lesson.” Snow’s voice cut through the room. “Understand this boy, it was you who pulled the trigger today, not me.”

・・・Ψ・・・

She hadn’t quite expected him back for lunch and was not surprised to see him absent at dinner but as night rolled around for a second time without Finnick’s presence, that was the last straw. Even after all this time with him, she could not believe how selfish he was, how he was able to make even the smallest issue a personal attack. How quickly he had adopted the ‘man of the house,’ persona, expecting her to play along at the drop of the hat.

She threw down her fork, abandoning her fifth meal spent alone and stalked off to the door, grabbing her keys as she went. She had given time, she had given him space and she had awarded peace he did not deserve and he would hear a piece of her mind. The night air was cooler than that of the day and she wrapped her arms around herself and she made her way over to Finnick’s moms house; if he wasn’t there, his mom could at least steer her in a better direction.

When she reached the front porch, she squinted in the dim light, trying to see if what she was seeing was real. The door handle was hanging on by a single screw, the end of it dangling precariously from the door. The whole thing was left open after it was clearly haphazardly torn open and she could tell by a blinking light above the doorway that some sort of silent alarm was going off. Stepping into the foyer, she grabbed the closest thing she could that resembled a weapon, which happened to be an umbrella propped up by the coffee table.

Upon further inspection, she could see the damage was not limited to the break-in but the interior of the house was in utter disarray. Plates had been smashed, fabric had been torn and furniture had been knocked over. She walked with slow, steady steps, trying to avoid any noisy debris in case the culprit was still inside the house. If Finnick had been around at the time of the attack, it was likely the two of them were safe but if his mom had been alone…she didn’t want to think about it.

The moonlight casted dim shadows across the hall as she carefully made her way to the main bedroom. As she neared, she could not only hear but sense the presence of another person and she readied herself to fight if need be. The door to the room was slightly ajar before she pushed it open slowly with the tip of the umbrella. When the door was fully open, she could make out the distinct shape of Finnick’s form laying across the bed, a sight she had become accustomed to in her own home. She dropped the umbrella on instinct, her anger doubled not only because he had abandoned her but because he had scared her now too.

“Damn you, Finnick! Where the hell have you…” She trailed off when she noticed his eyes staring up at the ceiling, lifeless. “Finnick?” She made her way towards the bed, all anger drained from her body at the sight. Even as she stood over him he did not move or even acknowledge her. The absence of his mother and the state of him began to carve an anxious pit into her chest.

Hesitantly, she took a seat next to him, her eyes flitting across the rest of the room and recognized now that there were obvious signs of a struggle, not just purposeful destruction. Her mind raced at the implications, questions popping into her mind just as fast.

“Where’s your mom?” She asked Finnick to no response. “Where’s your mom, Finnick?” This time she risked his anger by shaking him.

His eyes slowly made their way over to her, the sight startling her, “Gone.”

“What do you mean?” Her adrenaline picked up again. “Gone where? We can go get her, we can-”

“She’s gone!” Finnick yelled, turning away from her and her heart sank at the realization. “Dead.” He muttered, adding, as if it wasn't clear enough.

“But how? I don’t–” She tried reaching out to him.

Finnick curled in on himself, flinching away, “I wish I’d died in that arena.”

She sucked in a sharp breath at the admission. She had been so preoccupied with her own anger towards him, she refused to see how all of this had been affecting him, she refused to see that if he’d only had the chance, he would have come back. He’d lost everything, his house, his life, his family. He had nothing just like her, but not really, because she had him. At every turn he’d been there to support her, through her games and now for the rest of her life and she’d done nothing more than complain. Maybe he’d made a few decisions to make his life easier but could she fault him if she would have done the same? If she had done the same?

Delicately, she moved herself from sitting to lying, and cautiously began to pry Finnick’s hands from around his shoulders. With complete care she maneuvered him to face her, taking his tear-stained face in her hands and looked him in his eyes. His gaze was now trained on her and in a heartbeat he relaxed into her touch. She could feel his arms wrap around her, almost as to reassure himself he wasn’t alone. It was when she held his head to her chest and began to stroke his hair that he broke, sobs forcing themselves from his mouth as he desperately tried to muffle them in her shirt. She continued to run her fingers through his hair for what felt like hours, whispering small assurances to him, trying to calm the boy in her arms. It was like this until they fell asleep, tangled together, trusting no one but each other.

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kayzuii · 1 year

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YANDERE DEXTER EROTOPH

general romantic headcanons

warnings. yandere behavior, delusional behavior, animal death, animal harm, violence, murder, stalking, kidnapping, obsession.

author’s note. a gift for @enderpearlll.

It's safe to say that DEXTER EROTOPH'S bizarre behavior is only amplified if someone manages to catch his interest. Dexter sees himself as both a main character as well as an author of his own story. He creates his own narrative and forces it onto his love interest, seeing both himself and his love interest as fictional characters in a twisted love game, with the goal to win his love interest’s heart.

If Dexter considers you "his" you'll find yourself the target of extreme possessiveness under the guise of being a good friend merely looking out for you, where he considers your time to be his alone and will go to any means to ensure you do not give attention to others. You may be seen as little more than his property, and he will have no qualms in controlling you for his benefit.

Whether you met him by calling his number to get rid of a pest or as a result of Dexter catching glimpses of you while doing work in your neighborhood, the end result is the same. He is highly possessive of his love interest, going as far as to keep a picture of them in his pocket to stare at whenever he can during working hours. He also becomes extremely upset when his beloved talks to or is around anyone else. The mere idea of someone being more important to his beloved than Dexter himself is infuriating and causes him to lash out with extreme acts of violence to prove his superiority, even if they don't know who he is; said superiority only to prove to himself with the ways he kills the animals he takes to him home.

Dexter is obsessive and possessive, frequently having to monitor his beloved's daily routine from a distance to make sure they stay safe. His beloved will never know, and Dexter doesn't want them to for as long as possible if he can help it. He frequently goes to seek out their validation one way or another; The exterminator will even go as far as taking pests from other homes and letting them loose on your property so that you call him for help, charging you far less for his services than he would any other person.

Dexter is an incredibly possessive individual. When he decides that you are “his,” you will never find a moment’s peace as he watches your every move, and will go to any lengths to keep you for himself - no matter how detrimental it is to your own well-being all to satisfy his needs of wanting to know everything about you. If he considers you “his,” you are nothing more than his property and he will have no quarrels controlling you for his own sick benefit. This behavior is often justified by his desire to protect his beloved while in the background, it is obvious that his motivations are entirely selfish.

Because Dexter Erotoph is more aware of his actions compared to others, he will attempt to make himself appear innocent or oblivious though his attempts come off as more unhinged despite his happy-go-lucky attitude. However, any attempts of his beloved to try and see through his overly kind facade are quickly thwarted by Dexter changing the subject. He can't have you thinking any less of him or having you perceive him as the insane and deranged man that he truly is.

Once a relationship is established whether it be as mere acquaintances or god-forbid as friends, Dexter does not respect personal boundaries and cannot take “no” for an answer. He is stubborn and obsessive, seeing his love interest as his possessions instead of actual human beings with their own life. While frustrating, his good nature despite how off-putting it can be at times makes you brush it off. Dexter will even tone his behavior, though not because he realized the errors of his ways and more so as a means to keep you close. He's insane but he doesn't want to drive you away and so long as his bloodlust is satisfied, he's perfectly fine.

Dexter is an obsessive love addict who finds it hard to control himself around his beloved. When Dexter and his beloved are together, his desires reach an entirely new playing field from love to obsession to downright feral behavior to get more time with their beloved. His desire to know everything about his beloved is not limited to the physical aspect of their life, he wants to know every last detail about their heart and mind. He believes knowing every secret they have to be the peak of closeness and intimacy, even if said intimacy is completely one-sided.

Dexter sees himself as the only man you should be giving attention to and will employ any means available to make you do so. You may not even be aware that Dexter is obsessed with you until you have already entered a toxic relationship with him. This is when you are most vulnerable to his manipulation, as he will go to any lengths to ensure you give all of yourself to him and him alone. He's already an unhinged and disturbed man and now that he has you where he wants you, Dexter doesn't ever want to let go.

As time progresses with the two of you being together, some of Dexter's alarming behavior starts to slip through the cracks more, especially with his gifts. More often than not you're greeted with a dead rat or cat on your porch, leaving you dreading waking up in the morning to do your daily routine. While this is seen as an extremely romantic gesture by the exterminator, he will innocently deny any accusations of being the culprit of the disturbing carcasses at your front door.

As shown in Deadly Smiles, Dexter's lack of satisfaction from not killing any animals in a few days would cause him to be extremely agitated and impatient. He would feel restless and out of place without his kills, making him more prone to lashing out at his beloved if they don't give him attention. His yandere tendencies would not only get worse, but he would find it hard to even sleep without having the idea of murdering his beloved in his mind.

This may result in excessive stalking and possible kidnapping as well as him forcing physical contact. His possessiveness and paranoia will worsen as he attempts to maintain power over his beloved by any means necessary so as to not lose them. Once he kidnaps his beloved, it's all over. Dexter is a yandere that cannot be reasoned with. His love will be made to stay close to him, even in his sleep. He is likely to forbid his lover from seeing anyone else other than him. Dexter would kill anyone who looks at or tries to hurt his precious beloved.

Dexter has no issue with killing in the first place, mainly animals, but his temper will be much more on edge if it has been some days since he last fed his bloodlust. The longer the days pass without being able to kill anything, Dexter will satisfy that need by killing your friends or anyone close to you. Once he sets his mind to murder and he is blinded by a red veil of rage and insanity, the person he is after becomes a target and nothing can stop him from getting what he wants. He is relentless and his anger is unquenchable for the sake of the object of his affection.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 9 months

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Skeleton's kid is trying to sneak on his dad to scare him but they're really not good at it and he already spotted them five minutes ago. For the main 10.

Undertale Sans - He pretends he didn't saw them and dramatically flops on the floor when the kid finally "scared" him. He's ded. The kid got worried when Sans didn't wake up, only to fall in his trap as Sans suddenly revived to catch them as a vengeance. The kid is screaming in glee as he's tickling them to death.

Undertale Papyrus - He ducks and grabs the kid as he flies above his head in surprise, before reversing the situation and throw him in the couch. The kid giggles in surprise, even more when Papyrus starts to playfully attack him as a revenge.

Underswap Sans - Blue falls on his back as the kid tries to handcuffs him with a scarf, screaming he's under arrestation. Blue is fake crying in offense, begging the child to have mercy on him. Then suddenly, he frees himself and runs away at the nose of his kid, who screams in shock and starts to chase after him.

Underswap Papyrus - He playfully says that the kid got him but that they're going to regret it. And regretting they are when, just before going to sleep, Honey flops on them on the bed and refuses to move, letting them scream and struggle as he's not moving an inch. Honey can't stop giggling at their misery.

Underfell Sans - He catches the child midair with his magic and keeps them in place above his head, slightly out of reach. The kid is screaming and trying to get to him, moving their arms and legs all around in despair as Red is teasing them for their lack of sneaking skills.

Underfell Papyrus - That's it, you asked for it! He throws a bone at the kid and starts to fence with them in an epic sword fight. Unfortunately, the child is too powerful for him and Edge ends on the floor, vainquished, begging the child for mercy and offering sweets as a peace offfering in exchange of his life. The kid gladly accepts!

Horrortale Sans - He was about to catch them but got too slow. Both the skeleton and the kid are surprised when the child goes right through his head hole like a golf ball. Oak is wincing in pain, but that's not really the kid's fault. He just bends over and catch them as they fall from his head, quite confused about what just happened. Oak chuckles at their face and hugs them. He has a headache but that's fine.

Horrortale Papyrus - He "accidentally" drops the cookie he was holding in his hand for five minutes "for no reason at all" on the table and chuckles as the kid snatches it and runs away with it above his head, screaming in victory. Who could have known it would end like this? Clearly the child is too smart for him.

Swapfell Sans - Nox can't stop laughing when he sees his kid wearing his old captain's helmet, way too big for them, struggling to walk straight with how heavy the thing is and knocking into every piece of furniture in an attempt to sneak on him. The kid gets angry he's not respecting them and says he's going to fight them, then proceeds to throw tiny bones at him that don't even deal one damage. Nox is playing the game, and once the kid actually does 1 HP damage after 30 minutes of trying, he falls on the floor, defeated. Clearly, his kid is the true captain of the royal guard and can have his title.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus is lying on the floor, his kid hitting his skull with a pillow again and again while Rus is crying with exageration. "how dare? my own child, betraying me! the child i fed 20 times a day two years ago! you broke my heart, i will never get over this!" He then gags and dies on the floor. The kid doesn't buy his bullshit though and keeps hitting him, screaming it's for the dozens woopee cushions he put in their bed. Well, it's kinda fair, he might have deserve that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - The kid jumped on his back and is now munching his skull angrily. Wine doesn't stop reading, simply letting go a "HOW INTERISTING, MY CHILD IS A WARRIOR AFTER ALL". He then closes the book, suddenly stands up, making the child fall in the couch in a scream, before he smiles at them and says that if they want to fight, they should always do it facing the ennemy. The kid summons the tiniest blaster Wine ever saw to "pew pew" at him. Damn, his heart is full of rainbows now, he didn't expect this.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He genuinely didn't see the kid coming and lets go a holy shriek of surprise, throwing himself on the floor to escape whatever is attacking him. His kid is in the couch, laughing, very entertained. That's also his doom. The kid will take every opportunity he can to scare the shit out of him now. It's working every time. Coffee wants to cry.

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part five

I wanted to get this one out quickly for y’all!! here is the much needed relief we all needed after that last chapter. as always, lmk what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist!

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part five

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warnings: language, angst, basically another grey’s anatomy ep so... medical inaccuracies and drama !!!

Sitting in one of the imaging rooms in your own hospital, a room you’d previously spent countless hours in and would go on to spend countless more, brought you a small bit of peace. You were surrounded by familiar faces and doctors you trusted and respected, and that made a world of a difference in your confidence for Mary’s outcome. Despite how close you were to the case no one was excluding you from conversations or keeping you out of the loop on anything, you were given just as much of a voice as Dr. Lewis in dictating her care as you looked over several of her scans and brainstormed a game plan. If this was truly your case you would have kicked your own ass to the curb several hours ago but the patience and grace everyone was extending you didn’t go unnoticed.

“What if you try coming in through here?” you asked, and Dr. Lewis pondered your suggestion for a moment, trying to visualize before shaking his head.

“If I insert the probe here,” he said, illustrating the path with his fingers, “I’m going to disrupt something here,” he circled around Broca’s Area. “Do that and she’ll lose the ability to speak, she’s a teacher right?”

“Third grade, and she’s damn good at it,” you sighed.

“Then we aren’t taking any risks, I think our best course here is to go in this way,” he said, outlining a new pathway and you nodded.

“It’s still tricky but I think that’s going to be the best approach,” you agreed.

“Why did you end up leaving neuro? You’ve clearly got a knack for it,” he asked suddenly, looking you over curiously.

“I loved neuro, did Dr. Adams tell you he used to call us the Brain Buddies?” you asked and he shook his head laughing. “He’d go around the hospital saying it like we were some superhero duo… I used to think there was no high like neurosurgery, but then one day there was this massive train crash. Most people were too unstable to move so we went to them. When we got there most had already died and the ones who hadn’t were one slight breeze away from following suit. There was this girl, about my age, who was bleeding out faster than I could control. Nothing was working and I began to panic… trauma is quick and dirty, there’s no time to gameplan or even think, you just have to figure it out as you go and be resourceful, so I used dirt,” you chuckled though it really wasn’t funny. “I just scooped a handful and packed the wound and it worked… we had to load her up on so many antibiotics she got C. Diff and the poor thing needed a fecal transplant but she made a full recovery,” you said with a smile. “That was a high unlike anything else, and I just never looked back. Trauma is where all the fun is.”

“You sound exactly like one of my buddies who’s a doctor with the Army… you ever considered that path?”

“Briefly but… Jake, Mary’s son, is in the Navy. Every deployment crushes both of our parents and they worry, I couldn’t do that to them… I think they’d all lose their minds if they lost both of their kids to that life,” you said and he nodded.

“Well, let’s go give her some good news, let her know what the plan is.” Mary was surprisingly calm throughout the whole thing, she didn’t even blink when Dr. Lewis briefed her on all the risks (stroke, paralysis, loss of speech, death), all she had said was well, if I can’t speak there’s always sign language and death is better than a painful year of chemo. Really she didn’t care about any of it, she asked if you agreed with his approach and she’d said that was all she needed to know when you’d answered yes. She’d truly put all of her trust in you, she let go of the whole thing and just accepted that because you said it would be okay that it would… and that terrifies you beyond belief. You were a confident doctor, always had been, but right now with her looking at you with such pride and peace you felt sick, knowing that no matter how good a patient’s outcome looks going into surgery that can always change at the drop of a hat.

“That’s the attitude, Mary, keep that up… patients who go in with a positive outlook are much more likely to come out the other side,” Dr. Lewis said. You oversaw the interns in charge of her pre-op care and she had watched through amused eyes as you ordered them around and even called you a hardass… much like Jake had done when he’d visited you in Boston.

“It seems mean now but Dr. Stevens will tell you his skills have improved since I came around to knock some sense into him. If you put the fear of god in them they’re much more malleable,” you joked.

“It must be working because they are terrified to disappoint you,” Mary said and you didn’t miss how proud she sounded.

“Jupiter is very tough, tougher than any of the attendings but I’ve learned a lot from her,” Dr. Stevens confirmed and you narrowed your eyes at him. “And she makes a mean chocolate chip cookie, I heard that was your recipe.”

“Stop kissing my ass and bring me her updated labs,” you said and he nodded quickly as we went to leave the room, “and just because I’m off duty that doesn’t mean I’m not doctor to you!” you called after him and Mary just laughed.

“I like seeing this side of you,” she said, looking up at you appreciatively and you gave her a warm smile. “If I’m being honest I thought wanting to be a surgeon at twelve years old was just a crazy phase… thought you maybe saw a cool doctor in a movie or something but looking at you now… I couldn’t imagine you doing anything else,” she said.

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” you said, giving her hand a squeeze and you noticed Jake enter the room without saying a word.

“You’ll be in the surgery?” she asked and you nodded.

“I’m not allowed to be involved in the actual operation… it’s too much of a conflict of interest, but Dr. Lewis has graciously agreed to let me be in the room with you.”

“That makes me feel better… knowing you’ll be there,” she said and you gave her another smile before you excused yourself to step into the hallway when Dr. Stevens flagged you down and you looked over her labs in relief.

“What do these tell you?” you asked, handing the paper back to him and he looked at you curiously for a moment, “I taught you better than this, Dr. Stevens, I know you can read labs,” you said.

“I just… I didn’t expect you to be teaching right now,” he said and you watched as he looked over the paper and processed the information. “These all look good, she’s in optimal shape to be heading into surgery,” he said and you nodded.

“Exactly, let Dr. Lewis know and page me when you’re taking her up.”

“Didn’t expect you to be teaching right now either,” you heard Jake say and you turned around to face him with a sigh.

“Your mom’s case is an incredible teaching example and Dr. Stevens shows promise within neuro. Your mom understands that, she’s thrilled he’s getting to learn from her and she wants me to take the opportunity to teach when I can, it’s my job.” you said.

“But you’re not working right now,” he said and you gave a soft nod.

“You’re right, I’m not… I’m just doing everything I can to make sure she receives the best standard of care and teaching when I have the opportunity to ensures that, not just for her but for everyone else’s mom that comes in after her.” He just nodded and you could tell that he was annoyed with you. “Jake, just talk to me.”

“We’ve already gone through the procedure, I don’t need to talk about it anymore,” he replied and you furrowed your brows.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I need you, J. I need you and you’re not here,” he said in a hushed whisper, trying to avoid the nosy ears of your interns at the desk just a few feet away.

“I’m right here,” you said but he just shook his head.

“You’re not. You’re making calls and teaching interns, or holed away in an imaging room and you’re talking to me like I’m just some patient’s family member. There’s enough doctors around here, I just needed you… I needed you to be my Jupiter through this and you were just another doctor,” he said with a disappointed look before stepping back into his mother’s room and any tension that had eased after setting the plan in place with Dr. Lewis was back in full force. Your heart ached and you wanted to go after him but you knew this wasn’t the moment… he was angry and scared and he didn’t understand where you were coming from and that was all okay. There was no way to rationalize with his mother heading into brain surgery in less than an hour and you chose to believe that when the dust settled and she came out the other side things would level out but as selfish as it was… you needed a moment. A moment to clear your head and think so you wandered down to the emergency department, you let your eyes rake over the space as you took stock of how things were holding up in your absence and while you stood in front of the patient board you jumped when the Head of Trauma, Dr. Fowles approached you.

“What are you doing down here?” he asked, looking at you apologeticly as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Needed a breather,” you said and he laughed.

“So you came to the pit for a little relaxation?” You nodded with a sheepish smile. “Want something to take your mind off it?”

“Please, I’ll take anything,” you said and he led you over to Bay Three and opened the curtain to reveal a beautiful laceration just begging for you to suture it. You introduced yourself as you gloved up and made small talk with her as you worked, taking your time to ensure she had as little scarring as possible.

“One minute you’re making lunch for your boyfriend, who is incredibly ungrateful by the way, and the next you’re in the ER because you zoned out wondering what your old college boyfriend was up to and sliced right through the avocado and into your hand,” she sighed and you chuckled.

“Never go down the college boyfriend rabbit hole, it’s never worth it,” you said. You finally felt like yourself, sure you’d been acting like a doctor nonstop for the past three days but it was all so deeply personal. This was cut and dry, you’d patch her up and send her on her way and likely never see her again. This was medicine without baggage and it felt so good. You hoped Jake was still somewhere on the other side of the hospital, if he saw you right now with that sparkle back in your eye hunched over this patient's open palm it would only make matters worse.

“You got lucky, I’m looking at the tendon here but you didn’t cut through… could be a sign… or a wake up call,” you suggested and she nodded.

“A sign to dump his sorry ass and find someone who will actually drive me to the ER instead of making me get blood all over my brand new car? Yeah, I’m one step ahead of you,” she said and you let out a soft laugh.

“Well, you’re all good. Take the antibiotics, make sure you’re eating things with lots of good bacteria and fully finish the course even if it doesn’t feel like it’s doing anything… and please, don’t let him reel you back in the way they’re always so good at,” you said with a smile as you pulled your gloves off and went to the desk to update her chart.

“You’re a junkie,” Dr. Fowles said and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Takes one to know one,” you said, handing him the chart as your pager beeped and he wished you luck as you ran towards the elevator. You texted Jake to let him know you’d come out with an update once you had one and were on your way to meet them in the OR. Standing in the scrub room and overlooking them prepping Mary through the window you took a deep breath, you knew things would move quickly the second you got her here but it truly felt like one minute you were at the Hard Deck laughing with your friends and the next you’re here… about to step into surgery on one of the most important people in your life.

“I know you can’t tell through my mask, but I’m smiling right now,” you said as you approached her.

“I know, honey,” she replied and the anesthesiologist looked at you to let you know they were ready when you were. “Promise me something,” she said and you just shook your head.

“I’m not making you any promises, Mary, you’re not on your deathbed.”

“Promise me that when I’m out of the woods you are going to put me and John and your parents out of our misery and finally kiss that son of mine,” she said and you let out a shocked laugh.

“You are about to go under for brain surgery and that’s what you’re worried about right now?” you teased.

“You two drive me nuts! Just give me a wedding already.” she said and you shook your head.

“I’ll see what I can do… I’ll see you after, okay?” you said, nodding to the anesthesiologist. “Countdown from ten for me.”

“Ten… nine… give me a wedding… eight… seven-” she slurred as she fell under and you just chuckled to yourself as Dr. Lewis entered the room.

“Alright, Jupiter… I have been patient with you all day as you made me run through my surgical plan a dozen times and all but demanded to be in here, and I was happy to oblige because I like you, however there will not be a peep out of you from here on out, are we understood?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good, because I will throw you out so please don’t make me have to.” You watched as he began, your eyes intently flitting between his hands and the monitor that was displaying an aerial view of the surgical field and you felt nausea begin to creep in. You listened as Dr. Fowles narrated everything he was doing to Dr. Stevens, who you wanted to throw a bedpan at when they got eyes on the tumor… really you couldn’t be mad, his reaction was warranted and it was cool, but it would be a hell of a lot cooler if that tumor wasn’t in Jake’s mom’s head. You listened as Dr. Fowles changed his surgical approach, this was always a possibility. The scans give you a lot of information but any plans are just loose ideas until you actually get in there and see what’s going on, and you bit your tongue as you let him make his best judgment call on how to proceed. You were now two hours into the surgery but it felt like no time had passed at all.

“Alright, I think we’re ready to pull this sucker out, Dr. Stevens would you like to man the cautery?” Dr. Fowles asked and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Absolutely not,” you said before your mind could catch up and tell you to keep your mouth shut.

“Are we forgetting you’re not to speak in this OR?”

“With all due respect sir, as promising as Dr. Stevens is, one wrong move with that cautery and all of this will have been for nothing.” you said and you watched as his hands stilled on the monitor.

“It seems Jupiter doesn’t want you to learn today,” Dr. Fowles said and Dr. Stevens looked between the two of you, clearly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“If it’s alright with you sir, I’ll just observe. She’s right, I’ve never cauterized before and I still have a lot I want to learn from her… I’d rather not jeopardize that by sending her best friend's mom to the vegetable patch.” he said and you nodded in satisfaction. You would personally see to it that Dr. Stevens scrubbed in with you on every one of your surgeries for the foreseeable future to make up for the learning opportunity you’d just robbed him of. Things seemed to be progressing smoothly until the monitors started beeping frantically and you watched as her BP suddenly tanked and you felt your stomach drop as Dr. Fowles started barking out orders that weren’t quite registering in your ears.

“No… no, no no,” you muttered, a tidal wave of panic crashing over you as you ran out into the hallway and braced yourself on a wall, trying desperately to get your breathing under control. You quickly hunched over a trash can and let the nausea take over, vomiting onto the pile of discarded gloves and trauma gowns as the door opened to reveal a scrub nurse.

“Dr. Fowles is asking you to come back in,” she said and you shook your head, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall. “Come on, just come see,” she said and you placed your mask back over your face as you tentatively followed.

“You missed the good part, Jupiter… the tumor is out.”

“Her vitals?” you asked, taking a small step closer as you looked at the monitors but you didn’t trust your eyes.

“She’s a fighter,” he answered and you sighed in relief. “I’m about to pack with gelfoam but it appears we are out of the woods. Would you like to go update them as I close?” he asked but you were already halfway out the door, ripping off your mask and sprinting down the hallways until you burst into the waiting area. Jake and John jumped up, looking at you expectantly and as they took in your tear streaked face and rapid breathing you watched as their faces fell.

“No! No no no,” you said, taking in a sharp breath. “It’s good, it all went good, they’re closing now, she’ll be in recovery within the half hour,” you said and they both exhaled in relief.

“Oh thank god,” John whispered, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug. “Thank you,” he pulled away to place a kiss on your forehead. “There will never be enough thank you’s for this,” he said as he wiped his own tears. You looked over to Jake who had sunk into one of the chairs with his head hung in his hands and you crouched on the floor in front of him and gently placed a hand on his knee.

“Jake? She’s going to be okay,” you said and he lifted his head to look at you with glassy eyes, “it went as well as we could have hoped. We won’t be certain until she wakes up but I have a very good feeling.”

“J…” he started, but was cut off by his own tears and you pushed him back in his seat to perch on his legs and pull him into your chest.

“I know…” you soothed, rubbing a hand up and down his back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you just sat there as you held him, whispering reassurances into his ear. You hooked a finger on his chin, softly tilting his head to look up at you before resting your palms on his cheeks. “I’m going to call my parents, let them know… and Rooster too, everyone’s been really worried,” you said and he nodded. You placed a kiss on his forehead as you slid off his lap and you stepped away and pulled out your phone. Your mother had cried, sobbed really, and your dad told you to pass along their well wishes for recovery when he took over the call, you could hear the relief in his voice as he told you how proud he was of you.

“Please tell me she’s okay,” Rooster said as he answered and you let out a breathy laugh.

“She’s good… we’re in the wait and see portion, but I think we’re in the clear. Can you talk with Mav? She’ll be out of here in a few days but this whole thing has him pretty rattled. I know I don’t have the authority but I’m not clearing him for work just yet,” you said and Rooster chuckled.

“Doctor’s orders,” he said and you let out a soft laugh as well. “Mav said to take all the time he needs, there’s no rush to get back.” You thanked him as you hung up, telling him to pass it along to the rest of the Dagger’s as well for how supportive they’ve been throughout. Your pager went off as you approached the two of them and you gave them a reassuring look.

“She’s in post op now, I’m confident everything is fine but I’m going to head up and just be sure, okay?” you said and they nodded as you made your way to the elevator and you all but ran into the room, eyes immediately scanning the brain activity monitor.

“How’s it looking?” you asked a bit frantically.

“Looking good,” Dr. Fowles answered as you grabbed her chart from him to look it over. “You know as well as I do we won’t know for sure until she wakes up but I don’t think we should expect any deficits.” You dropped the chart into its place at the end of her bed and threw your arms around him.

“I know this is unprofessional but just go with it,” you said as you started crying again and he chuckled as he reciprocated and rubbed along your back. “I owe you big time, thank you for everything… I am available for any and every pro-bono surgery you need me for from here on out,” you said.

“I think I’ll hold onto my favor for a little while,” he teased as you pulled away and you laughed as you wiped your cheeks and asked an orderly to grab Jake and John.

“Well, whatever it is it better be big, I owe you a lifetime's worth of thank you’s.” He slipped out of the room and let you know he would check back later and you felt the dark cloud that had been hovering over you the past few days begin to dissipate and with it brought the crushing weight of every feeling you’d been fighting off. You let out a broken sob and immediately turned to leave the room, not noticing Jake walking down the hallway as you hurried the opposite direction and shut yourself into an on-call room. He poked his head into his mom’s room, making sure everything was okay before chasing after you and he found you sitting on the floor with your back against a nightstand and your head between your knees as you tried to regulate your breathing. He was silent as he sat beside you and you lifted your head slightly.

“You don’t need to be here,” you choked out, “I know you’re mad at me, and it’s… I’m okay, really, go sit with your mom.” He didn’t respond, instead he reached around you to grip underneath your arms and pulled you to sit between his legs where he wrapped himself around you and it was the final straw to push you over the edge. You leaned back against him as he held you tight and fell apart in his arms… you’d tried to say something but nothing would come out around your cries, and Jake just let you get it all out.

“I’m not mad at you,” he finally said when your breathing started to even out. “I was but… I was wrong. I didn’t-” he stopped himself for a moment, taking a deep breath as he fought his own tears. “Not once did I stop and consider what this was like for you, I was selfish. You.. I mean, god Jupiter,” he let out a humorless laugh. “You swept in and had this handled in less than three days. I was so wrapped up in what you weren’t doing that I didn’t think about what you were doing, and that was everything… you held it together for all of us, you made sure she would be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you sniffled.

“Yes, I do. I thought you weren’t there for me, but you were. You always are, even if I don’t see it at first. I’m so sorry that I made this harder on you,” he said, giving you another squeeze and you melted against him. “I was mad at you for who you are, and that’s… I say how proud I am of the doctor you’ve become and in the moment that you were doing everything you could to help my mom I was an absolute asshole.”

“You weren’t an asshole… I treated you like a patient’s family, and you reacted the way family does.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “Do you want to go check on your mom?” you asked and he shook his head.

“No. I want to just sit here with you for a little while if that’s okay,” he replied and you nodded, letting your head fall against his arm.

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

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