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diejager · 6 months

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hi i love your work so much omg

…what do you think of the scenario of monster!141 x (platonic, if you want, it’s probably for the better) reader that’s made up of thousands of worms/spiders/or whatever creatures. reader is always covered up in clothes that cover up the entire ‘skin’ and they speak extremely weirdly/like everything’s speaking all at once and the voice is just sounding from the mouth but also in the torso? and legs? . the thing is that reader is shy or something and doesn’t want to admit that they’re just a hive mind of creatures, but it’s just kinda obvious not really (well obvious to monster 141). 141 doesn’t really want to comment on it because they’re just nice like that and find ways to help Reader get through some situations lmao (help i’m sleep deprived and i made this thought in 3 AM ish).

i give you a piece of 🧀

Many

Pairing: Platonic Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

Cw: spiders, blood, military inaccuracies, canon-typical violence, cannibalism? Eating human, hive mind monster, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.9k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with y’a, I went on a spree and completely forgot what you first asked for but uh… I used some of your ideas and I hope it’s apparent enough?

For someone as decorated as you were, you were awfully timid, shying from human and hybrid interaction like a plague. Perhaps it was unintentional, the stiffness in your shoulders or the constant coverage, but to the world around you, you were nothing but an awkward person whose social cues were lost to time after more than a decade in the force. Starting your days covered head to toe, black over more black, or khaki and brown over more khaki and brown depending on the situation of your stay and deployment.

Despite your social anxiety, your voice stayed strong and unwavering in the field, a cold, monotone voice that would coordinate the team if needed —you were a prolific intelligence specialist, that found your calling in intelligence gathering from the deepest and darkest pits, and an infiltration specialist that was sought out for your proficiency and successful operations worldwide, especially the undercover Ops done in secrecy. You’ve led a few clandestine Ops with Laswell for 141, the Station Chief letting you lead and direct them, trusting your insights and they always resulted in successful missions, coming back bruised and battered but alive and securing the cargo (or whatever they were sent there for).

That meant that they knew you, your voice, your confident tone when you directed them, your unwavering decisions and your helpful guidance, but they hadn’t seen you until a few months ago. You were officially assigned to Task Force 141 as their Intelligence and Infiltration specialist, working on and off. This would be the first time you actively moved to the front, standing beside them during infiltrations, slipping into the enemy base with efficiency and silence. You moved as if you were a part of the shadows, melting into the darkness and disappearing from any camera and scans, your body invincible to infrared cameras or heat sensors.

You moved with fluid motions, your body incredibly - scarily - flexible and seemingly aware of everything around you. To humans, you were probably the most skillful and abnormal human, born with talents that far rivalled those of hybrids, and a saviour to some for being able to keep them alive even through the hardest moments of their capture; but to monsters, to hybrids, you were special, a different type of creature that held a different category in the classes, one that humans knew little outside of the government and military.

Whereas humans saw you as a stiff and socially awkward human that covered their whole body, TF141 knew better, they could sense it a mile away, the difference in you, the odd aura and smell you projected. Soap and König had mentioned it in the past, in the bustling Mess hall where they shared a table, Soap had noted that you smelled off, of something dead yet alive and König only brought the oddness of you holding thousands of different scents, musks that didn’t originate from one place, but from around the world.

Gaz and Horangi gave off-handed comments about sudden movement under your clothes, a slight - near invisible - ripple under your neck or on your arm, their eyes zoning to the smallest of movements. Gaz brought it up first, his voice hesitant and confused, frowning down at his plate when he mentioned it to the others, only to feel reassured that he wasn’t imagining it, the small ripple that no one else perceived, when Horangi shared his own observations. Horangi had seen small black spots moving over your shirt and under the tight mask hiding your face, tiny-legged creatures climbing over you and vanishing under your clothes as if they were never there.

Rudy was the best at understanding people, sympathising with both monsters and humans, but you just seemed lost, a shy creature that always hid from others when you weren’t needed. He and Alejandro remembered when they spoke to you after an Op, catching up to you before you fled to hide in your room, your tone was soft and shy, but it seemed to come from everywhere, never staying in one place as if there wasn’t a source to your voice. One moment your voice would come from your face, and then the next, it’d be down your abdomen, every word you spoke came out of a different area, but your chin never moved, face still and unmoving.

They brought it up to Ghost, who’d sit with them at their table, pushed against the wall for privacy around human soldiers, since he - leaving out Price - knew you best, having worked with you a few times in the past where they needed your expertise in infiltration and hostage securing. They had hoped that Ghost could give them a few insights on you, whether it be about your kind or your uniqueness, they wanted something - anything - to quell their growing curiosity. Not only was Ghost one of their only sources of information, but he was also a paranoid one, always demanding an operator's file before and after they joined, his mind going through loops to calculate the danger of the new addition. Ghost was a guarded and walled-up character, ensuring that they wouldn’t betray him in the long run.

Unfortunately, Ghost knew as little as they did, Price was stricter with your information, keeping it under a hard lock and key. Only he and Laswell held information about you, your little quirks and details were a secret to anyone who wasn’t in the higher-ranked stations or the commanding rank and station chief. They had nothing to go on but theories, little hypothesis until Price or Laswell - whichever caved first to their incessant pleading - disclosed your personal file. So they did what they could with their observations, combining up with different monsters they’ve crossed paths with. You could’ve been one of those crossbred hybrids where they coupled for specific perks, or an experiment, seeing that you had an aversion to physical touch and human interactions. The least possible one, by far, was that you were an Eldritch being, a creature of horror and madness.

“Classified for now, sergeant,” was all Price had told Soap when he cracked, his puppy-like excitement getting the best of him. “You’ll have to ask them, yeah?”

That left them with little to no choice but to watch you more closely, to observe their surroundings for any clues and to note anything bizarre since they couldn’t necessarily outright ask you. You fled seconds after anyone tried to start a conversation, head down and feet moving too swiftly to not seem like you were avoiding them or any long discussion as if you knew what they were planning. You seemed to have eyes at the back of your head, reacting instantly when one of them would follow you wherever you went, slinking from one shadow to the other, trying their best to hide from your sight and sense, but you were an expert in your own right, knowing and aware of undercover tactics when one was used against you.

Fortunately for them, other clues helped, subtle signs that most people wouldn’t even catch. The first one was small, jerky spiders that weren’t local to the UK or any continent, they weren’t like any arachnid they’d ever found, that was the first thing they noticed when they came across one, but the true challenge was to catch one of those pesky things. They were quick and small, evading them as if they had a mind of their own, their bites painful if one of them tried to grab it with a hand, the tiny fangs piercing through the thick material of their gloves, but once Soap got his paws on one, he made sure to keep it in the glass container. The spider was small, its exoskeleton so dark that it seemed to swallow any light rather than reflect it, a shade of black so black that it didn’t let any colours out. It didn’t look hairy, the shell so smooth and spotless that it seemed like two circles if they ignored the scrawny legs.

Those spiders were almost everywhere, yet they went unnoticed by the people walking around the base and them until now. Other than the spiders, your aversion to physical contact and socialising, and favouring your privacy much more than anyone on the TF. You didn’t eat with them —you never seemed to eat at all. Your voice moved so often that the possibility of you having many mouths came to mind a lot. Your body was extremely nimble, bending in odd - sometimes painful for others - ways. Over other observations, everything they took notice of you were things that were inhuman, it made you a minority in the military - much like them - and a mystery to your team.

They went on for months, unbothered that they might have seemed slightly obsessive, a stalker following his obsession. They weren’t worried about others calling them out, humans would chalk it up to monster stuff with a sneer and look the other way when Ghost or König glared at them. That didn’t escape you, Price or even Laswell’s eyes and ears around the world.

“You boys don’t know when to stop, hmm?” Price wore a frown, brows cocked questioningly. His tone was one of a tired and relenting to their months-long search. “You’re lucky they weren’t mad about this.”

“So you’ll tell us, boss?” Ghost hid his excitement better than the rest, his chest rumbling lowly and eyes narrowed darkly, but not with a dangerous gleam.

“Better if you see it yourself,” he sighed, crossing his arms, hunching against his chair, lip quirking at a corner. It was a cheeky lopsided smile, teasing them with having to wait longer. “It’s hard to explain in words. It’s quite the sight.”

And a sight it was! Watching you melt to the ground, your body scattering in thousands of small spiders that moved towards the body lying before you. You’d been paired with Ghost and Soap for this Op, leading them down a path you knew didn’t have any hostiles, getting intel back from the many spiders scattered around the area. They were the first to watch you eat, arachnids swallowing up the bodies, devouring them at record speed. You ate flesh and bones, ligaments and tendons melted by your acidic bite that only left clothes behind as an indication that someone died here. They were the lucky ones to see you eat, to bear witness to your monstrosity in the flesh and your moment of weakness where you had to sustain yourself, shedding off the shape of a human body.

It left Soap filled with awe, seeing you break away in thousands of individual bodies and come back together as one, and Ghost’s mind strewed with questions, some answered when you told them that you were self-conscious, a hive mind made up of spiders to form a body. You weren’t hiding away because you were afraid of them or that you hated socialising, you were simply too self-aware of your making, of the natural fear of eight-legged creatures. So you hid, shying away from people, thinking that they’d hate you for being what you were, a colony of undocumented spiders working as one.

Horangi, Rudy and Alejandro caught you in action on the second covert operation when you were given the signal to lead your small squad into enemy lines. They watched the clothes you wore ripple, little critters bulging out from under your protective gear and rolling down your body in waves, black masses dropping off and separating. You were spread around the place, everyone acting as an extension of your mind and body, and they were —thousands of spiders sharing one mind. You shrank lightly, your body mass lower than it was with your body spanned across the area, working as your eyes and ears from afar like cameras worked for Laswell, except that your reach was farther and more potent.

It was expected, but not less surprising to the three, watching your body shorten and little spiders crawl all over you. It would’ve made the hardiest monster shudder in fear or repulsion, feeling hundreds of legs moving about over their body, it would’ve made them slightly apprehensive, knowing from Soap and Ghost that your bite could be acidic, melting tough muscle and robust bone. It made more sense as to why you were so nimble and so observant, you had parts of yourself scattered around, working to map out everything and see everything. You were what made you so sought after for your skills in clandestine missions and covert infiltrations, it was scarily inspiring.

Gaz and König were the unlucky ones, being in the wrong place at the wrong time to see you “die”. With how unlucky his streak with helicopters was, it wasn’t a surprise that he was falling from another one, his wing bleeding from a bullet wound, the copper piercing through the meat and grazing the bone. It had him handicapped for the next few missions, staying on base until it healed completely unless he wanted to cause a bigger issue with his third pair of limbs. You were medevaced, watching Gaz grunt and groan, holding his wounded wing against his chest with a face screwed in pain. He’d been in an unfortunate situation, being purposely targeted by the enemy, and the situation couldn’t get any worse.

The helicopter was shot down, and the flares deployed too late to stop the missile. It was a fiery mess, there was screaming and the loud crack of metal breaking, you could hear Laswell yell out in the coms, her worried and frantic voice trying to reach you and Gaz in the falling blaze. Most harpies feared fire, the flames burning their feathers and scarring the skin, making it impossible to regrow feathers on some rare occurrences. Gaz couldn’t remember much after the fall, waking up in pitch darkness, his skin crawling with shivers and invisible hands. He couldn’t make out left from right, he didn’t know if he was lying face down or on his back, and he wasn’t even sure he was conscious, seeing that all he could see was black. Then he felt sudden movement, a prickly sensation covering his body until light broke through.

He could feel his arms and his legs, he could stretch his wing out when he sat up, he wasn’t burned or hurt more than what he had before the crash, but he couldn’t see you when he looked around. He palmed the ground, feeling around the rough floor for you, your small, black spiders. You were on and around him, slowly climbing off him and flocking to a large mass. Your clothes were gone, burned to ashes in the mess while you shielded him, taking the brunt of the heat and burns. He swallowed down the quake that wracked his body and rushed to you, frantic to see whether or not you were in pain. Rather than forming back into a human, your appearance resembles more of a large mammal on four, clawed legs. Seeing that you were fine - or so he thought - he called back for evac, getting cover with your prone figure guarding him until the other helicopter and support came back.

König’s accident was more vicious than Gaz’s, losing control of his urges, letting himself shift and rampage through the area, ripping apart both enemy and ally. You were another body in his path, his claws tearing through your chest with sharp, bloodied hands. The others panicked, watching you scatter into pieces, falling apart from the seams as if someone had pulled out the only string that held you together. Instead of blood and guts, intestines that should’ve called out in a bloody mess, you broke apart, some fell to the ground, crushed under König’s weight, and others clung to him, swarming to stop him before he caused more chaos.

It looked like a futile attempt from outside viewpoints, watching the beast stumble blindly, his face covered, your thousand pairs of legs locked to keep his mouth closed from causing more harm to others with his serrated teeth made to gnaw through bone and break flesh and muscle to consume and feed his big appetite. They could only stare at König trash around, limbs slowly being locked together, bounding his arms from flailing and slashing at people and his leg from blindly ambling and rushing towards his next victim. You rippled around König, a mass becoming a full-body restraint containing the hybrid’s grunts and growls, unmoving and unrelenting against him.

You kept König’s rampage in check, keeping him contained while they moved both you and him to the aircraft and back to base where they could wait out the shift, the burst of rage in the hybrid. Gaz had thrown you a bundle of clothes after König fell asleep, you slipped off and crawled to your clothes, reappearing in a human shape under all your protective layers. Although they knew you could take extensive damage and survive unscathed, they still worried, would your strength still held together with a chaotic mix of human resilience and percht invulnerability.

You seemed to have let yourself go a bit, letting Soap or Gaz drag you around the base, letting Rudy and Alejandro strike up a conversation, letting Ghost or König sit with you in silence, and letting Horangi get the jump on you and follow you soundlessly because he was curious (and answering his questions). You might not eat with them, but you swallowed down your fright and agreed to sit at their table while they ate, digging into their preferred meal and occasionally replying to their friendly banter. You were still nervous about spending so much time in public, the looming fear of being faced with disgust from your allies was still possible, but you - with the supporting pat on the shoulder from Price - worked through your storming thoughts and insecurities.

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felixdragonheartofficial · 3 months

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TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

#tfa #decepticons #autobots #tfa headcanons #tfa optimus prime #tfa bulkhead #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa prowl #AUUUUUUGH #im gonna have a pole #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ratchet #tfa sari #sari sumdac #sari mention

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munsonsmixtapes · 5 days

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Heyyy first time requesting was wondering if you could do smth where reader accidentally gives Eddie a black eye by making her jump. She's obviously sorry. But him, the boys and Wayne find it funny. Don't know if you don't wanna, obviously <3

This actually so funny to think about lmao

Eddie x fem!reader

Spending late nights at your apartment always scared you. Every time that Eddie wasn’t able to sleep over, you could barely sleep. You couldn’t because all you could think about was someone breaking in and causing you harm.

Tonight was no different. You stared at your bedroom door, terrified once you had heard a noise that had stirred you. You were afraid to get out of bed and come face to face with whoever had broken in.

You eyed the baseball bat that Steve had gifted you as a housewarming gift, the thing looking tempting to finally use. You had never had an intruder until just then and you wanted them to know that they wouldn’t get away with it.

The knob of the door jingled and you stood from your bed, putting your fists up, getting ready to punch whoever was on the other side. You had never thrown a punch before, but there was a first time for everything.

You were sure that Eddie would have been proud of you if he had been there. He was a big baby most of the time, but when it came to protecting you, he’d step up, no matter how afraid he was. He would do anything to keep his girl safe.

The door slowly opened and before you could register what was happening, you punched the intruder in the face, causing them to stumble backwards. They let out a groan and you turned on the overhead light, letting out a gasp as you realized that it was your boyfriend.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You stepped over to him, grabbing onto his arms to get a look at his eye where you had punched. You pulled him into your room to get a good look at it even though you knew that it was going to bruise pretty badly.

“I’m sorry. I texted you that I was coming over and you sent me the thumbs up emoji. I used my key since I figured you were asleep.” Now you remembered. You were usually prone to wake up from your phone buzzing and text him back half asleep, having no recollection afterwards. “Didn’t know I was going to get a shiner,” he grumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you.” You pulled him into your arms, stroking his hair, knowing that he loved to be babied.

“I think I’m gonna need some kisses in return.”

“I am more than happy to make that happen.” You pressed your lips to his, deepening it by swiping your tongue along his bottom lip and he opened up, letting you inside. You then pushed him back onto you bed, ready to repay him for the pain you caused.

The two of you joined Wayne and the boys for breakfast the next morning like you did every Saturday and they all gasped once they caught sight of Eddie’s eye. You had suggested that he wear sunglasses to cover it up, but he insisted that he was okay without them. He told you that he thought it made him feel cool.

“What happened now, boy. Was it one of those kids who keeps pestering you?” Wayne asked as he stood up from the table, taking Eddie’s face gently in his hands, wanting to get a better look at the injury.

“No,” Eddie shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Did y/n finally get sick of your shit and pop you one?” Gareth joked and Eddie just glared. They both knew that you’d never hurt him on purpose.

“No,” Eddie sat down at the table and you took the chair next to him. “She punched me because she thought I was an intruder.” At that, the whole table erupted in laughter, the two of you sharing looks, wondering what was so damn funny.

“That’s good,” Jeff cackled, grabbing hold of his stomach.

The rest of breakfast was spent making jokes about Eddie’s black eye and how you had been the ones to cause it. Everyone had especially thought it was hilarious because it was an accident, knowing that you would have never been able to do it on purpose. You wouldn’t have hurt a fly.

Just from the conversation, you and Eddie both knew that neither of you would have been able to live it down. You knew that the four of them would still bring up the incident for years to come, making jabs here and there, thinking that it was the funniest thing while you and Eddie just rolled your eyes. Maybe next time he’s think twice before using the key you gave him.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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BIG FEARS AND LITTLE SURPRISES

tw ⭒ jason todd x fem!reader, pregnancy, cheating mentions, cursing, really REALLY angry jason, angst finished with a lot of fluff because i need something sweet with my baby ):

a/n ⭒ i had all of this almost finished and my fucking phone decided to go crazy and post it unfinished :) i swear i'm screaming. comments and reblogs are all appreciated, also feel free to leave anything on my askbox or inbox <3

no words count again, lmao, too lazy for that

the way your hands tremble makes it hard to see properly the results but it's worse with the tears blurrying your vision. positive. it's what you can see if compared to what the box says.

the knot on your throat is catching your breath with the sobs that manage to leave your lips and lucky you, the apartment is empty as jason had to leave for patrol. how are you supposed to tell him that you're expecting his baby? it's probably the biggest responsability you could make him take and you know he's capable of leaving his life behind just to keep you and the baby safe but here again, who are you to rip appart his life? you didn't had the right to take something so important to him away.

guilt is eating you up as you make your way out of the bathroom to pick up your phone, choosing to call babs because you really needed some help and she agrees to take you on her house for the night so when jason comes back you're not there, instead there's a note were you wrote 'i'll be back in the morning, had a small family emergency' and he senses there's something off but there's no sing of a single shit around the house.

you're out, babs helps you see an emergency doctor and you find out you're pregnant and you're on your fourth month, there's no way you can deny this and ignore it. you know that you'll have to end things with jason, be out of his life before you can ruin it for good, before you are the reason he loses his happiness and his reason to be.

there's no need to say that jason isn't able to sleep what's left of the night, it's not until you open the door when he's able to breathe because you look just fine, there's not a single hair out of its place on you and he comes closer but stops on his track when he's met with the less warm greeting you could have made.

"morning, jason" you say in a calm tone, your lips pressed on a fine line as you walk pass him, gently nudding your shoulder against his side as if you just bumped him and he turns around, mouth parted as he tries to say something in the exact second you dissapear through the doorway of your room.

"good morning?" he greets back, where was his kiss? and his hug? he's following you like a lost puppy while you pace around the room "babe... is something going on?" he asks softly, his eyes look worried and it hurts so bad because a big part of you wants to jump into his arms and break the news to him.

you were going to be a family.

you could have been a family.

but life wasn't that nice to almost anyone, you couldn't just tell him and ruin his whole life, take away everything for him to take a responsability that maybe he wasm't ready to take.

"nope, nothing at all" you reply, turning around to avoid looking at him as your voice comes nonchalant naturally, almost putting too much of a good show of being just fine. and then your phone rings, dick's name pops up on your screen and you look at it, fisting the device as you walk fast out of the room "i have to take this, wait" you mumble as you dart oit of the apartment.

jason is so taken by surprise he doesn't follows at first giving you the chance to talk a little more safely.

"i can't tell him, dick, what am i supposed to do? if i ever tell him it's all gonna be over" you mutter into the speaker and dick knows that part of it is real, but he also knows jason and he knows he couldn't feel his life would be ruinned by his own child growing on your womb.

there are steps comming from into your place and you know it's time to finish the call "i can't talk right now, please don't keep calling me" you mutter between gritted teeth "not when he's around" you let out as a whisper hoping jason didn't heard.

but as i said, life isn't nice. he hears it, it's weird because he made part of your mumbling and whispering "was it about your family emergency?" he asks, it's clear that there are some thoughts starting to rumble on his head but he tries to push it away.

"yeah, uh... my sister is having a hard time with her husband" and your answer seems to be genuine at first, jason nods at it makes you believe he accepts it. but he's not stupid.

that's the first time jason feels like something isn't right, the first time a little hint of distrust raises on his mind and he feels sick.

the following days are almost the same, you keep your phone inside the pockets of your clothes and avoid looking at him. there are no kisses or hugs over the day, no cuddling while watching a movie on the evening and what is worst.

there no hugging on your sleep. it's like you're pushing him away, closing yourself up to him and that makes him feel like he's losing you.

most nights you would just turn around and shift under the blankets pretending to be asleep just to push away his arms, snuggling away from him until you were sleeping on the edge of the bed. some other nights, just like this one, you would put up any lame excuse.

"it's too hot, jason, can we not cuddle now?" you'd ask him with a frown, thruth is that it was chill and you are just wearing shorts and a old shirt, too thin to cover you from the wind. your tone is filled with disgust at the thought of being too close to him when you were both sweaty when you wanted nothing else but cuddle yourself into his arms, to kiss him and hear his heartbeat "it's not a big deal, just one night not cuddling"

and jason isn't even able to reply, he just nods because he knows that if he speaks his voice will break. he might look like a though guy, like he didn't needed anyone but himself but he needed you. it was killing him, not being able to see your eyes looking up at him with so much love and care, why was he losing you?

at this point is hard for him to even talk to you, it's been two weeks already and you aren't home during the day. when he has to go on patrol you are about to arrive and he starts to lose any hope on being able to talk this through with you even if he decided to stay at home and skip his patrol. when he's back it's either to find you sleeping already or to find you on the couch and he doesn't feel brave enough to pick you up to take you to bed.

he has some hopes up tho, he feels like maybe ome of this days you'll wake up being the same as always, showering him in soft pecks to wake him up or maybe whispering sweet nothings into his ear but you know how they say that even the strongest rock breaks when water hits it too much?

jason has his limits too and his mind hasn't stopped to think of the possibilities of you having someone else. he hates himself because that would mean he doesn't trust you anymore and that what it is, but he doesn't want to think it like that.

one evening when jason is supposed to be out with bruce to check a big case you come back home, you miss being there and having him to hold you thight and kiss your face.

"you came back early" you hear his voice and it makes you freeze, he wasn't supposed to be here. for your luck it's starting to get colder outside so a few layers of clothing helps to cover the way your belly has started to grown. it's ever so slightly swollen, being your first pregnancy and you just being on the fifth month it was easy to say it wasn't really a baby bump.

but you knew jason would notice if he looked close enough. you are there, arms crossed over your chest as you look at jason. there's no hint of the warmth of his happiness to see you back home and your heart breaks up all over again for the hundreth time in weeks.

"aren't you supposed to be with bruce?" you asks, pretending not to be surprised or scared because you tried so hard not to tremble under his gaze.

"am i? really? for what i can remember we are both supposed to be and do some things but you aren't like you're supposed to be lately" he says and his tone comes out harsh. maybe it's for the better but he hates fighting with you, he hates having any kind of argument with the girl he loves so much but he can't take this anymore.

"and can you tell me what do your words mean?" you ask him, you knew that this was about to come it just needed to be pushed a little more to explode like an old grenade. like an old mine on a war field because it was just like that, everything was so spiky between you both it was better to spend your time out.

"you know damn well what i mean, y/n" he scoffs, there's a sharpness to his eyes that makes you want to cry but you have to keep it together so you can finally push him away so you can safe what's the most important thing for him.

oh but how mistaken you were. dumb, dumb, dumb. as if you weren't the most important thing for him, as if losing you wouldn't break him completely and let alone finding out he was going to be a father. you were about to take his heart out of his chest and squeeze it, drain it completely to leave him destroyed. the shell of the man he became when you came into his life.

"i'm sorry to break it into your hard head, i have no idea what you mean" you talk back, sounding all so sure and defensive when everything you wanted was to bury yourself into his arms and say how sorry you were, how stupid you felt for hidding all of this from him.

"you're not even the shade of who you were weeks ago, y/n" he stands up from the chair he's sitting at, heavy steps as he comes closer. he's towering over you and there's a voice in the back of your head that tells you that it's better to stop all of this because you also hated this kind of confrontation "what the hell is going on? is it even something better that what we had?"

and that question makes you confused, what was he talking about? what was better?

"care to enlighten me? you're just talking and i cam't understand what do you mean" your words sound genuine and they are, there's not a single thought of what he could possibly mean.

"c'mon, don't play dumb with me" he starts, looking away with a scowl. he walks away when he feels you shifting a little closer, it's almost as if the heat of your body wasn't a welcome feeling anymore, it burned him "did you decided to go play someone's else pretty girlfriend? is he even as good as i am?"

and it all makes sense. did he really thought you had someone else and even if you've been lying to him, hidding things from him it hurts you so bad because you were so sure he knew how much you loved him, how he was everything you could have ever wished for.

"are you being–? do you think i have someone else?" you ask and the way you sound so offended makes him feel angrier "who the fuck do you think i am? how can you even dare to say that?"

"so now you're offended? what? cam't stand being called out like the cheater you are?" his voice turns louder, he sounds so angry and hurt, jason feels his eyes sting and he has to bite his tongue to hold back the tears "what do you think? that i'm fucking stupid?! you think i don't listen to you when you speak on the phone? how you tell him to stop calling you when i'm around?"

every single word feels like a dagger into your chest, he's unable to stop himself with the questioning and the pain on your heart makes you bring one hand to the top of your belly in a protective way, almost by instinct because you know that intense emotions can be harmful for a baby.

"do you think i don't know you're not home until i leave for patrol?! maybe you're too busy letting another asshole fuck you like some cheap whore" and it's what you needed to hear, the last thing you needed to listen from him because now you can't help it.

the tears that start falling from your eyes in silence are just fuel to his anger.

"and now you're crying! can't you stop playing thr victim" and his voice is louder, he's screaming now and you can't think before it slips out of your mouth.

"i'm expecting" it comes out as a whisper, he can't really make your words because his voice mutters yours completely.

"i can't fucking believe you're crying when you're the one cheatin–"

"i'm expecting!" this time when his voice lowers it's your turn to raise your tone and he stops on his tracks. his face turns pale when the words sink on his mind and even the vein on his neck vanishes.

"what?" it's the only thing he manages after swallowing hard, he looks at you in disbelief and your worst fear roars inside of you when you think that he just can imagine his life ruined.

"i'm pregnant" you're still crying and your hand is still holding your belly almost as if you were also scared of losing what you thought was the last thing you had left of jason "i didn't knew how to tell you- i didn't wanted to ruin your life like this, i'm so sorry i'm doing this to you"

your words are slurred and you can't help it, the tears fall down more and more when jason covers his mouth with his hand and sighs. he hides the biggest smile he has let out in years and you can't see it. it looks like he's regretting being with you to your eyes and it breaks you even more.

with your eyes closed and the noise of your struggled breath you can't hear it when he comes closer and his hands are over yours, he looks at you with a spark of pure joy as he cups your cheeks so lovingly it makes your heart ache.

"are you? sweetheart..." he speaks and his voice breaks but you're sure he has never sounded so happy before "why didn't you... you really thought this would ruin my life?"

through your tears and all the fear you still feel doesn't let you speak so you nod feeling your knees weak and jason notices. he holds you into his arms, picking you up to walk and sit on the couch, taking your body in his embrace to cuddle you against his chest.

"there's nothing that i could have wanted more than this" he mutters, his lips pressed against your temple as he caresses your back "never again think that something as important as this could ruin me, okay? you have no idea... how much i've wanted to start a family by your side" jason speaks and there's no trace of anger on his eyes anymore, there are still a few tears rolling down his cheeks but the smile on his lips is there too.

"i didn't knew how to tell you, i'm so sorry" you sob, your arms going around his neck as you hide your face from him in shame "i don't want you to quit your life for us, jason"

"let me clear a few thing up for you, hm?" jason starts, one of his hands sneaks until it finds the small curve of your belly "first of all, you can't call me jason, it's either jay or any of those cheesy nicknames you have for me but never in your life jason" the way he sound deadly serious brings a sense of warmth and safety that you lost in the past weeks and that made it easier for you to breathe as you nod at his words.

"now, i won't quit my life. my life right now is you and this little one, yeah? it's gonna be hard, we're still young but we are a family now and i'll do anything to keep you both safe" jason says, so solemnly it makes you nod without even thinking. he was so right.

and you've been so wrong all this time.

"i'm on the fifth month..." you say, your voice comes out a little hoarse but jason can't help the pretty chuckle he lets out at his excitement.

"do you know what it will be?" he asks softly, leaning in to kiss softly both of your eyes. those were one of your favorites because jason started to kiss your eyes once you told him one of the stories you were told when you were a little girl.

and when you nod at his question he looks at you, waiting for your answer and it bring a small smile to your face after weeks of feeling dead.

"it's a girl... i went to the doctor today, i wished you could have been there" you say as you look away and it only makes you miss the way jason's smile widens and he has to cover his eyes because he's crying all again.

"so were having a little princess, right?" he asks, jason sounds so happy that just thinking about how you were about to hide this from him makes you sick, but there's nothing that can bring down how you feel when he smiles like that "will i be able to read to her when she goes to bed?"

how easy had been for you to deny yourself from the pleasure and joy of letting him know before but it wasn't late to make up for all of this. having a family with the love of your life was really a dream come true.

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Oh my god i love the gangster one and pleasee do write more for him:)))))

I’m gonna combine this ask with another two because y’all really LOVED yandere gangster LMAO. Requests are always open btw, if I ever get flooded I’ll still allow them to be open and slowly get to each one. I’m just happy I’m getting requests cause I had very few before. LOVE YALL

Description: yandere gangster x fem reader, flirty yandere, mention killings stuff like that, I still haven’t come up with a name for yandere gangster so if anyone wants to name him feel free to send a message.

You were taking a short cut to your apartment through the same alley way you would see a suspicious man that lurked around. You at first assumed he was someone homeless, someone struggling, but he was the complete opposite.

He was infamous man who knew exactly how to solve all of your problems for the right price. You had no clue this dangerous man was one that you passed by everyday after work. Sometimes you’d see a group of men rather than just the single man you saw, those days you’d avoid going there.

That same gangster noticed you, everyday after 3 pm like clockwork you passed by him. It was almost like a routine that you had. He wondered who you were, what you did for work, where you lived, anything and everything.

He was incredibly curious about you for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way you put yourself together, the way your tight pencil skirt clung onto your hips, or maybe it was the slightly echoey clicking from your heels.

He took it upon himself to follow you one day. He effortlessly followed you home without suspicion. He was now standing in front of your apartment complex. This was a bit of a challenge for him, there were many other apartments next to yours, he just had to find out which one it was.

Everyday, he now made it his routine to follow you home. Everyday he got riskier and riskier. The first step being entering the building, the next entering the elevator with you, then finding out which apartment was yours, which resulted in many break-ins you’d had no knowledge of.

You were just on your phone, in the same elevator as your stalker, not having a clue of how dangerous he was, what he wanted from you, and what he so desperately wanted to do.

Your heels now making less noise, stepped onto the soft carpet of the apartment hallways. He exited the elevator and waited until you were sleeping to start picking at your door lock. He knew you were sleeping because he figured out that you would sleep every single time you got home. The way your sleepy demeanor begged to go to bed and your soft yawns.

He heard a click as he swiftly unlocked your door, entering without a care in the world. He knew it was risky to do all of this, the chances of him getting caught and thrown into jail were high. Yet he still did it, he still followed you and still broke into your house when he needed to see you again.

He watched your chest rise and fall, hearing your soft breathing, paying attention to the way you quietly mumbled in your sleep. He wondered if you were ever going to come up to him. Should he just go to you instead? No.. he can’t, he’d be too excited if he did approach you. Maybe you’d even be too scared to talk to him if he was.

He was so worried about everything it hurt. He decided he would try and find something that could at least help with his worries. Maybe you needed a gun, or a body guard! Someone to disappear? He was clinging onto false hope that a innocent woman like you would even think about doing any of that!

He used your Face ID to unlock your phone, looking through your messages he was able to find a contact that stood out to him. It wasn’t a lover, thank god, but it was a woman. She seemed to be a co-worker by the way the two of you talked.

She was a bitch though, all the messages she sent seemed to demand something of you and she would would flood you with humiliating messages. Talking about your past relationships, the way you worked, the way you looked.

He was so infuriated! Who did this bitch think she was?! He knew her name from your contact list and clicked your phone shut. Immediately leaving after that to go see who the hell she was. He was going to fucking tear her apart limb by limb.

The next day he was able to see that it was someone who sat near you, seeing from the window of your office; he saw how she demanded things of you. He even saw her trip you on purpose! All your papers went flowing and you had to re-organize them once more.

He wanted to kill her, to torture her for all the things she’s done but something was stopping him. How else were you going to approach him? He believed if that girl pushed your buttons just enough, you’d be looking for someone to kill her off once and for all. It was just a guess but he really hoped it would happen.

And one day, it did happen! You walked up to him for the first time and asked him if he could make her disappear. Your hands were shaky, showing the sufficient money for her death. He eased your nerves slightly by trying to use a softer tone when speaking to you.

After that day, he did in fact kill her, even getting rid of that friend that would follow along side her. They were both pests, bugs that needed to be crushed, people who deserved to die. He was granting what you wanted! You should love him now, right?

When you spoke up about your worries, he easily shut it down and even managed to confess. And you sort of accepted! You wanted a date first, he could do that! He’d do anything for you!

Even after you set up the date, he still followed you home, making sure you made it home safe. You never know with all these people lurking around. You could get hurt! Good thing he was there to make sure you were okay.

He watched you sleep like many times before, caressing your cheek, wishing he could already be your boyfriend. But he decided to be patient, he needed to be! Or else you’d never willingly accept him as a partner.

Today was the day. The day for your date. You woke up rather early, your body was bundled up with nervous feelings despite just waking up. You were nervous to be on a date with such a handsome criminal. Was he going to insist that you needed to be his girlfriend? He seemed nice enough and he didn’t mind that you needed to get to know him first.

Maybe he was a nice guy? Even if he was a killer? Your face scrunched in a disgusted reaction of your own thoughts. You probably shouldn’t be defending the actions of a killer. But it would be different if he only decided to kill people who were awful and ‘deserved it’. Would it be so bad if he was killing off people that made others miserable like your bullies once did?

You washed up, trying to ignore all your worries about the man you were soon to meet. You got ready, putting on a dress that hugged your body, even wearing a few accessories. You wanted to look nice, he was a handsome guy so you didn’t want to come looking unorganized and messy.

You heard a knock on your door and you rather embarrassingly rushed towards the door. You opened it and saw the familiar tall man. He was dressed in a sophisticated manner, his hair was nicely groomed, the rings on his hands only seemed to emphasize how large they were. Your face was dusted with blush because of how his dark brown eyes hungrily scanned you.

“I’m almost done! Just give me a sec” You opened the door wider for him and hastily went to look for your purse.

“You look nice. You should dress up like that more, in front of me, of course.” He observed you as you looked around for your purse.

“I don’t really.. dress up! Or go out because I’m usually busy with work but..” You were a little annoyed about still not finding your purse.

“Is it this one your looking for?” He questioned, picking it up by its handle. It was on the couch the whole time.

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m just really unorganized today” You were lying, you just hadn’t expected him so soon and his appearance had made you really nervous.

“It’s alright baby, I don’t mind waiting. I’m a patient guy” He smiled holding your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of your hand.

“Let’s go now, I have the perfect place in mind.” He grinned at your cheeks being red at his small gesture of love.

He had way more to give, he was obsessed with you. But he needed to be patient, you wanted to get to know him first so he wanted to respect your wishes. He probably should’ve been more mindful because he knew everything about you so it’s not like he could ask any questions a normal date would.

The two of you made it to a fancy restaurant located nearby your apartment. You had never been here before, the decorations were lively, and so were all the people here. You felt a little out of place with all the fancy looking people here.

“So, what do you want to know first?” He smiled happily, enjoying that he got to see you in such a cute dress. You looked so pretty in it, he was practically drooling.

“Uhm… any siblings? How was your home life before you got into the business?” You picked up the tiny glass full of wine. You thought it was rather small but you assumed it was a wealthy person thing.

“Two siblings, older brother and a younger brother. I’m the middle child, I wasn’t really the favorite so I could basically do anything I wanted” He laughed.

Your server came by and handed the menus with a welcoming introduction, and hurried along to go do the same with his other tables.

“Did you ever go to college?” You flipped through pages of the menu and selected a mainly shrimp dish. You saw he had already picked his meal before yours, now you were just waiting on the server. You wondered if you should get desert.

“Nope, tried to but didn’t have that kinda money. That’s why I ended up the way I was, but now look at me. Swamped with orders and gaining lots of money” He smiled at you. You noticed he had endearing smile, it made you feel warm inside.

“Well, at least you’re making money now. Sorry you were kinda unlucky from the start, it’s sucks.” You gave an apologetic look.

“It’s alright, it’s how I found you. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get to see you again.” He reached over for your hand, you placed your hand in his palm and he cupped yours with the other. His hands were warm and comforting.

“That’s a huge promise, but .. I’m flattered you see me as that important” You couldn’t help but blush at his response. He was always able to make you go red just by a few words. You really hoped you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him, maybe only a little.

“Baby, you’re my top priority, nothing’s more important than you. I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I would never go back on that promise either, trust me”

The server cut your little moment short much to his dismay. Once the server jotted down what the two of you wanted, he was up and out again. His words were polite but you could tell he was in a rush.

“Did you ever fall in love with anyone like this?” You held onto your dress under the table. Trying to grab something to calm your nerves about something you asked. You were curious though, were you actually special? Or was this guy falling in love with multiple women and doing the same.

You felt somewhat guilty for wondering but you wanted to know!

“Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love with another woman like this? If so, I’ve never. I’ve had a girlfriend or two before but I’ve never felt such intense feelings for someone before. That’s why I want you to stick by my side forever, is that greedy?” He was a little worried you didn’t believe that his love was true. Did you need him to prove it? Because he could easily kill another person for you!

“I don’t think it’s greedy, I think it’s nice that you see me that way. You’re a cool person to stick with, I think you would be a good boyfriend” You mumbled your last few words and his eyes lit up. You thought he would be a good boyfriend? His face was tinted with a little red and he couldn’t help but stare at you with eyes that screamed ‘I’m head over heels in love with you’

You believed he could be a good boyfriend, he compliments you, he cares about you, you just had to convince him to stop with the.. killing thing. But other than that you think it could work!

“Say that again? I must’ve misheard you” He was engaged on hearing your words. He needed to hear them again.

“Nope, you heard perfectly well” You looked away in embarrassment and he leaned over the table, hastily getting your attention.

“Then whisper it in my ear, I didn’t hear I swear!” He laughed trying to convince you. He thought your embarrassment was cute but you complimenting him like that caught him off guard. He wanted to hear it again.

You leaned in and whispered your words again, right before the waiter came back with your prepared food. It was lovely, the dishes were hot and ready to be eaten. You were prepared to dig in before you noticed him looking at you.

He had a goofy lovesick smile and was admiring you. He couldn’t believe you thought he would be a good boyfriend. He was happy you saw him like that rather than the gangster that killed people for you. Originally he thought that was a good look on him but being a good boyfriend? That was immensely better. A good boyfriend who would kill for you.

“What’s up with you?” You couldn’t help but giggle. You knew he liked the compliment you gave but you didn’t know he liked it that much!

“Nothing, just staring at my future wife, is that so weird?” He poked at his food with his fork and ate some of it. He thought it was honestly pretty good, he just ordered what sounded good. He wasn’t a food motivated type of guy.

You snorted at his stupid little comment, blush naturally resting your face with the compliments this idiot in front of you gave.

“I’m being truthful baby, you’re my future wife. What’s so funny?” He smiled finding your little snort humorous.

“Nothing, my beautiful husband! Just though of a funny joke” You finally confidentially reciprocated a joke. You didn’t really have a clue that he fully intended on marrying you but that was for later!

He loved the way you joked back, he did wish it was real but he could be patient. Patience was key!

“I could get used to this!” He grinned from cheek to cheek.

“Of course you could”

After the date, you invited him over to your apartment. Not because you wanted to do anything of course! The both of you were drunk from the rounds of alcohol to celebrate nothing in general. It was just for fun.

“Shit, I don’t think I’ve gotten this drunk in awhile” He lazily threw himself on your couch. He could handle his alchohol, but he might’ve over done it.

“Sleep on your side.. I’m going to bed. There’s water in the fridge if you want some” You yawned, you felt a little sick but it wasn’t that bad. Some water would help and good night’s rest.

“No sleepover?” He groaned. He wanted to sleep next to you, he knew it would be a little hastily but sometimes speed was the best thing, right?

“If you want to sleep on my floor go ahead” You drowsily pushed your door, landing face first into the soft cushioning of your bed. You quickly hid under the sheets, it was pretty cold.

“Good enough for me” He followed in, a few moments after you. He laid on your floor, taking a pillow from your bed to lay his head on. You went to the edge of the bed to share your large blanket. He grabbed his portion and you slept on the edge with your side of the blanket.

It was a weird arrangement but it was perfect for the both of you. Not too close to make you nervous, but close enough for him to fall asleep. Your comforting smell knocked him out rather quickly. You fell asleep after a few minutes and luckily weren’t able to wake up from his snoring.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #mentioned killing #yandere gangster #yan gangster #gangster yan #female reader #fem reader #f reader #eamonmyoc

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nosesitter · 11 months

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So helpful ! Joel miller

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Warning: Dark and perv! joel miller, AFAB!reader, male and female masturbation, dub con, drug use, male voyeuristic, light stalking, breaking and entering lmao, Joel is 55, reader is 24, somewhat established relationship (she be in his apartment), my punctuation (sorry I’m a American and texan)

Gif not mine!

A/N: first public drabble to post in quite a while. Getting thoughts onto here are harder than it sounds be patient I do a lot of drugs but have lots of ideas. So yeah enjoy!

Helpful neighbor!Joel miller installed your rings cameras for you. How sweet! When he tested them he connected his phone up to it. Now he has access to your house inside and out but you don’t know that.

Since moving into your apartment things have been great! The area is perfect you’re not too close to town but if you need anything it’s not a long drive. The neighbors are also great! There’s Martha who lives across your apartment, there’s Josh and Cathy who live to the right of you, and then to the left is Joel Miller, 55 years old and utterly attractive. Joel wasn’t a man of many words but he was very helpful, especially whenever you needed help.

It started off small at first a few stolen Amazon packages, your plants outside your door knocked over, but what finally pushed you into getting the cameras was when you came home one night and your apartment was broken into. Nothing was stolen thank god and your cat didn’t run too far, Joel was able to catch her and keep her at his place.

Too scared to sleep at your place for the night Joel offered his apartment for you until you felt safe. That night you ordered the cameras.

“How come none of these cameras are easy install? I have to have some sort of power tool.” You say to Joel as you sit as his breakfast bar scrolling Amazon. He’s currently in the kitchen making something to eat for you, his way of apologizing cause he wasn’t there to stop the break in.

“I could install them for you, I do have the power tools for it.” He says turning around pan in hand as he scoops out the pasta he made onto your plate.

“I’m gonna be busy this week, it’s okay I’ll just wait till I-“

“I can install them it won’t be a problem, I can come early in the morning.” Joel goes running in the morning and when you’re leaving for work he’s coming back from his run.

“Thank you Joel, for everything.” Reaching over you grab his hand and for a moment no one says anything and it’s quiet besides your cats collar making noise. Him making dinner and you just sitting there. It’s domestic, something Joel didn’t think he’d have after Sarah left for college 2 years ago.

He can’t help but kinda feel bad for breaking into your apartment. He just wanted to have something from you. His thick fingers trailing over your pillow, leaning over his nose fills with your scent, the scent of your vanilla shampoo lingers. Joels slowly walking around seeing fragments of your life scattered around the small apartment, clothes pouring out the closet, your bong on the living room table that’s half smoked, your cat curled up on your side of the bed. Before he leaves he passes your laundry room, right on top of the laundry basket there’s a black lace thong. Joel pockets it.

🫶🏻

By the time you get out the shower Joel is knocking at the door. You stand there and think get dressed or open it. Latching your towel around you tightly you rush to the front door. “I’m sorry Joel but I’m running late.” Joel stands their tool bag in hand as you rush back into the bathroom. Droplets of water trailing on the floor behind you.

“The box is on the counter! Just put a camera in each room please!” Joel stands there for a moment as his gaze fixes to the cracked bathroom door, steam coming from the room, your cat poking it’s head in to see you, and your shadow moving against the door showing you beginning to dress.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from the bathroom hair dry, makeup done, and clothed. You come out to see Joel standing on a step ladder in the corner of your living room. He’s drilling the camera into the wall, flannel tied around his waist as his back and arm muscles contract under his gray shirt. He stops and then turns to see you and he smiles.

“Good morning sunshine, are you about to leave?” You nod your head at him as you gather your bags together. “I’ll try to finish up quick-“

“It’s all good, here you can leave whenever.” You hold out your hand and in it is a little silver key. It’s quite a big step in Joel’s eyes but to you he’s someone you can trust. He takes the key, smiles and as he slips it in his pocket his fingers rub against your thong that’s also in there.

“I’ll see you later Joel, thanks again.” And with that you’re out the door.

An hour later and Joel’s done. He sits on your couch and pulls your bong you tried to “hide” behind the couch and hits it as the ring app loads up. As he’s connecting his phone to the cameras, and looking at the angles he can see you at he notices the little blue light in the corner. Reaching into his tool bag he digs around grabbing a sharpie and starts coloring over the blue dot.

🫶🏻

It’s late by the time you come back home but Joel is still awake waiting just for you. He gets up from his couch and heads to his bedroom where yours is adjacent just on the other side of the thin wall. He decides to use the cameras. Pulling out his phone his finger hesitates over the app he thinks about it for a second. Thinks about how you’ve been so nice to him, it’s under false pretense of course but it’s still genuine niceness.

The thought doesn’t last long cause Joel can hear your shower turn on so he presses on the camera app and opens the one in your room.

He can see you sitting on your bed rolling a joint in nothing but your panties. He swallows hard as you nod your head along to the music softly playing. He wishes he could be over there to greet you everyday to run your shower and cook dinner, to fuck you stupid till you’re not thinking anymore.

His cock starts to press against the lining of his pajama pants. He rubs his hand over the clothed erection as he watches you more. You finish rolling and begin your search for a lighter. Prancing around in your panties Joel’s mind goes dark. He thinks about how you’re just freely out here. He knows that you don’t know he’s watching you but he can’t help but think that this is a show you’re putting on for him. His own personal show. Just. For. Him

His fingers are yanking down his waistband and pulling them over his balls. He’s really hard now. Opening up his hand he spits into it and then lubes himself up. Starting out slow, his pointer finger and thumb squeezing the tip as he begins to jerk himself. You’re laying on your stomach, legs kicking behind you as you smoke your joint. Joel doesn’t mind the smell honestly he might buy weed from you later.

“Fucking tease.” He hisses out as he begins to make his grip tighter and pace faster. He’s not looking at the cameras anymore as he strokes himself only thinking of you and how you’d be such a sweet girl for him. Reaching down to cup his balls Joel is punched back to reality when he hears his name just slightly.

Ripping one of his hands away from himself he grabs his phone and sees you. Fucking slut, hands between your legs, joint between your lips chanting his name low. He came right then and there, massaging the cum all over his dick in his hand as he moans at the sight of you. A few minutes later of watching you, your hands slips away and you lay there catching your breath. Swinging your legs over the bed you hop up, smush the joint in the ash tray and then kick the bathroom door close.

Joel saw that he able to save that whole video. He did and he rewatched it 2 more times. Hearing your sweet voice whimper his name as you play with your clit. Unknowingly you just got Joel addicted. He needed you bad.

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Reblog, comment, validate me 🫶🏻

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#joel miller one shot #pervy!joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #dark joel miller #joel miller #joel x female reader

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ultra-raging-ghost · 5 months

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I reached post limit so im gonna write this and save it for midnight to post later 🥰

-10:30 EST

Richas made a reference/mentioned outliving forever and bad started screaming and sobbing for a solid 2 minutes and then started talking about how no no forevers probably fine cucuruchos probably taking care of him, richas asked if thats what bad tells himself to sleep at night, if he just lies to himself and bad said yes! if all else fails, simply lie to yourself and push your true feelings down to make it through this meaningless existence :D and richas said "so if we said the sky is pink at all times a day and just lie to ourselves its ok?" and bad said yes, we already lie to ourselves all the time we just need to think about how much lying we accept :3

richas thinks dappers colorblind

bad said his chats british 😭

time to read books!

-10:40 EST

bad is making fun of us for being sad because of angst(/lh/j) and sang a brief song about us being sad and mentioned "the sun is gone" just to torment us over forever being gone. He also went f5 said something like “if you think it’s sad now… anyway..... spoilers!!" implying it will get even sadder!! (terrified)

oh theres a letter for bbh and forever :((( this might be sad now that forevers. in his place. chats crying

-10:50 EST

Bad is screaming and crying because forever will never be able to read his letter, hes literally head in hands screaming and crying and hes letting the TTS read it out

one of the qsmp purgatory programmers wrote bad a letter saying he was supposed to die more and bad said hes a bug tester at heart and richas is bullying bad because of how many bugs he found and exploited LMAO bad said he'll fudging do it again

-11:00 EST

bad found ANOTHER wall bug to glitch thru, hes insane

-11:10 EST

someone said the word forever and bad is reduced to shambles on the floor, hes crying and whining forevers name in tears and agony and he made the dying "bleh" sound like 4 times

also bad mentioned that as soon as its confirmed to the characters like in-character that max is dead theyre having a funeral for him, like bad as the grim reaper knows but he hasnt told anyone, nobodys aware of him being gone, >>>>also he was ominous and said he needed to shoot max a message oorp and refused to elaborate. what the fuck was that about badboyhalo? <<<<<

-11:30 EST

Bad and richas and pomme wanna make an elevator death trap and then call foolish over to trap/murder him <3 chat is advocating for this idea. chat also wants to see the museum, bad said yes!!! Museum time!

before that, bad is being ominously silent again and is texting off screen. that max comment earlier + this makes me worried. MOVING ON THO BC HES SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RICHAS AND POMME GOT HIM A PRESENT FOR HIS BDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHAS!!!!! (in brazil time) The present is Honey cookies! because richas got covered in honey and used as bait while they were away LMAO

Bad was talking about the 1k snow golems prank and was wondering if the cleanup team would be upset or love that, and richas said "lets say im part of that tio" and bad is now saying richas will take 100% accountability for that and will clean all of it up by himself LMAOOOO richas placed down signs saying "NO TIO I NEVER SAID THAT!! I DIDNT" and bad read them out loud as "Yes tio i agree i did say that ill do it!"

oh god bads spamming richas signs everywhere this is gonna fucking lag everything LMAOOOO richas crashed and bad kept placing until he got bored and said "yessssss richas will get in so much trouble hahaha! messing with the server!!!! bad then said "Richas always comes back" in the FNAF voice, didnt need to know you were an even bigger nerd BBH but okay /aff

-11:40 EST

Pomme is dragging bbh around on a lasso and is trapping him somewhere <3333 theyre climbing up the big ben and bad is taking SO MUCH DAMAGE he has his auto eat on

he accidentally said the word "forever" again and started crying again, his chat is in shambles.

MUSEUM TIME!!!!!!

HELP THE FUCKING ADMINS INCLUDED A DRAWING OF BAD LITERALLY STUCK IN A PADDED ROOM BASED ON HIS TIME IN JAIL, RICHAS SAID "natural habitat"

>>>>>>bad's crying again, and being horny because of how "cute" forever looks in the fanart, but mostly crying<<<<<

pomme started bullying bad because he called forever cute LMAO

tinas on!!!!!

-11:50 EST

Bad's crying again over art of him and forever in the pool he made in forevers base, the admins want to hurt him specifically/j

"treasure the wholesome moments chat, for they are just dust in the wind" -BBH 2023

bad took his totems out of his offhand again :)

Bad's crying again over another image of him and forever!!

#liveblogging #qsmp

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number1mingyustan · 1 year

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Stay ✹ ☾

exbf!joshua x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, kissing, definitely not a healthy relationship, fingering (f.), unprotected sex (pls be safe it's caused enough problems for these two), multiple orgasms

Summary: No matter how bad it is for you, Joshua will always stay

Word Count: 2.7k

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(a/n: obviously still not proofread lmao, but it’s been a while since i’ve posted content that wasn’t ‘the long game’ so i felt like i owed you guys something)

“You’re late,” you frown.

Joshua stands outside your apartment door, equally as annoyed as you. “Well hello to you too.”

Your son is over his shoulder sleeping peacefully and Joshua is holding his bag in his other hand. It’s Sunday night and you’ve been up worrying about his whereabouts for the past hour.

“You picked him up an hour late on Friday, and now you’re late again,” you scoff. “We talked about this.”

He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Can you at least let me in before you scold me?”

There’s a brief moment of silence. Joshua looks at you, you look back at him.

You finally move out the way, no longer blocking the door to let him in. You take your son’s bag out of Joshua’s hand, placing it in the living room.

“I’m gonna tuck him in,” Joshua whispers.

Before you can protest, Joshua is already walking toward your son, Juyeon’s room quietly.

By the time he comes back, you’re leaned over the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in your hand. Classic.

He eyes you, walking toward the front door.

“Do you want a glass?“ you offer.

“No thank you,” he responds. “I have to drive home and I’ve got work in the morning.”

You scoff. “Suit yourself.”

He rolls his eyes. “You know this whole coparenting thing doesn’t work if you’re just gonna act like a bitch for the next 15 years.”

“Excuse me?“ you retort.

You and Joshua never got married. You fell apart before you could ever get to that point. The two of you met when he was 19 and you were 18 through some mutual friends. You fell for each other immediately, no hesitation in starting a relationship.

The first two and a half years were perfect.

You guys never really talked about kids prior. It was something for the far future. Or at least it was supposed to be.

You got pregnant at 21 and everything fell apart. Neither of you were really ready to be parents, but you tried. You really tried, but it took a toll on your relationship.

Once the fights started, they never stopped. They continued to get worse over time. You both wanted different things, and a crying baby at all times only made it harder.

And eventually everything just… turned to shambles.

You put up with it for 3 years and it was hell. The fighting was constant, and a few months ago your and Joshua were finally able to agree on one thing: you couldn’t raise your son in an environment like this.

It’s been almost 4 months since you and Joshua officially broke up. Truth be told, you guys ended it a year and a half prior, but it wasn’t completely official. You still lived together, often slept in the same bed amongst over things. But the spark wasn’t really there anymore.

Juyeon is now 3 and he lives with you in your apartment.Joshua gets him every weekend and that’s just how things are.

It’s been 4 months since you guys started coparenting, and it was actually going quite smoothly. Joshua picked him up every Friday after daycare and brought him back at 7 on sunday. It was all going smoothly until last weekend.

“For fuck’s sake Y/n,” he exclaims. “You are so fucking difficult sometimes! I literally cannot do anything without you up my ass!”

“Maybe if you were more responsible I wouldn’t have to be!” you respond.

“I can’t believe you’re still not over that,” he rolls his eyes. “How much do you want me apologize? Nothing even happened!”

“You brought a complete stranger into your home while our son was with you! You let him be with a complete stranger Joshua!” you should.

He massages his temples. “Because you brought him over Y/n! You told me your parents wanted to spend the weekend with him, so I was willing to give it up. And then you told me last minute that they weren’t going to be able to take him and I could have my weekend back. You seriously cannot be mad at me when I already made plans!”

“You let that woman be around my son and you didn’t talk to me about it.” you look him dead in the eye.

He laughs humorlessly. “Honestly I think you’re more bothered by the fact that I was on a date more than the fact that she met him.”

“Go fuck yourself.” you respond.

“What? Did i hit a nerve?” he smirks.

“You are so frustrating!” you exclaim.

Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps fills your ears. You and Joshua turn in unison, seeing a sleepy Juyeonin the kitchen.

“Ma?” he questions, rubbing his eyes.

Your heart breaks a little at the sight. Juyeon is standing there in his pyjamas, questioning why his parents are screaming at each other. It’s exactly what you wanted the avoid, the entire reason you and Josh called it quits.

“Juyeon honey,go back to bed,” you tell him softly.

“I heard yelling,” he responds with a pout.

You quickly glance back at Joshua, he looks just as upset as you.

“Everything’s okay bubs, it’s just grown up stuff,” you coo. “I’m gonna tuck you in now okay?”

He yawns,and nods, reaching up his hands so you can pick him up. You secure his body, lifting him up and walking toward Joshua. “Say goodnight to Daddy.”

However, your son is stubborn just like you. He refuses, tightening his grip on you and refusing to acknowledge his father. “Don’t wanna,” he whines. “Want Daddy to tuck me in.”

“I thought I was tucking you in?” you respond.

Juyeon yawns again. “Want both of you to do it.”

You and Joshua exchange a quick glance, silently agreeing that you’ll do it together. The three of you walk to your son’s bedroom. You place his body in the bed, Joshua helping you to properly tuck him in. You both say your good nights and I love yous before heading back to the kitchen.

The tension between the two of you is just as thick, if not thicker than before. You’re both ashamed of having been caught arguing by your son.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

You sigh. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I was just being petty

“If it makes you feel any better,” he gives you a half-smile. “She and I broke up. Wasn’t gonna work out.”

“Oh,” you frown. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he leans against the counter. “She wasn’t the one for me.”

He stared at you as if you’re the only person in the world. You swear his eyes light up when he speaks.

“At least you’ve gotten to go out,” you shrug. “I’m in a bit of a dry spell.”

You? Joshua doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. For the entirety of your relationship with him, you were like a magnet. There were too many times he recalled having to shoo away guys who tried to hit on you.

“As long as you and I were together, there was always some guy on you. I’m finding that a little hard to believe,” he comments.

“It’s different for you than it is me,” you shrug. “Girls love it when guys have kids because they get to play mom without being mom and they think kids are cute. Guys don’t want the responsibility of someone else’s kid, so they avoid it as much as they can. Don’t think I’ll be finding the one for me any time soon.”

He’s staring at you again, analyzing and internalizing your every word. He doesn't know why, but he wants to kiss you so bad right now. It's crazy how quickly he can go from yelling at you to wanting to have another kid.

Crazy.

That's how you make him feel, how you make each other feel. You drive each other crazy, somehow in both the best and worst ways possible.

He clears his throat. "I should go."

"Yeah," you breathe. "I'll walk you out."

The two of you take a few steps toward the door. You open it and he takes another step. Before he walks out, you grab his arm.

"I'm really sorry about how I've been acting," you apologize again.

"It's fine, we'll work it out," his gaze shifts between your eyes and your lips. He really wants to kiss you.

"Yeah," you breathe out. "I'll see you Friday? And you'll text me if you need anything?"

He nods, gazing down at your lips again. There's a moment of silence. He doesn't walk out the door like to expect him to.

"Josh-"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours. His actions shock you, but kissing him is like muscle memory. Before you know it, you're pinned against the wall of the kitchen and he's kicked the door closed. The kiss is heated and passionate, no different than how he's always kissed you.

His lips are sweet, likely from whatever candy you know he's been feeding Juyeon. Instinctively his hands rest on your hips, lightly squeezing. You moan softly into his mouth, relishing in his touch.

He pulls away suddenly. You're both panting softly, looking at one another with purely shocked expressions.

"I'm sorry, fuck– I shouldn't have– 'M sorry," he rambles, running his hands frantically through his hair. "I should really go."

You look up at him with a soft gaze. Your eyes are round and beady, gleaming with hope. You missed him. You've been trying to convince yourself for the last 4 months that you were fine without him, but deep down inside you knew it was all lies.

Admittedly yes, you two fell apart years prior, but you realized just how much you needed him after he was gone. Waking up to an empty bed may have started 2 years ago, but waking up to an empty home was something you hated the thought of getting used to.

"Stay," you plead.

"I can't," his voice breaks. "This isn't good for us."

"Josh," you pout. "Stay."

Fuck. He should leave, he should really leave. You two aren't good for each other anymore. Maybe you can work decently as parents, but when you bring the romance back into the equation, things go downhill. Fuck, he should really leave.

But he can't. Not when you're looking at him like that. Your eyes are practically fucking begging him to stay. He should really go.

"Okay," he whispers. His lips are on yours again. Your whole body heats up as he kisses you. He taps your thigh, signaling you to jump.

You lift your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he carries you. He places your body on the counter and starts leaving kisses along your neck. His fingers sneakily travel up your nightgown, sliding your panties down to your ankles and onto the floor.

You tilt your head back as his lips travel toward your breasts. One of the straps falls to your shoulder almost on cue, exposing one of your breasts to him. You lift your hips slightly as you feel his fingers slide up your thigh.

He pushes a finger inside of you, causing you to let out a soft moan. His lips are wrapped around your nipple.

“Joshy,” you whine. “Want you inside of me.”

He feels his cock throb in his pants. He’s already failing in his self control by doing this with you and your words are so tempting. As tempting as it was to slip his cock inside of you at that moment, he knew he couldn’t.

“Not yet,” he mumbles against your skin. “ ‘S been too long, gotta prep you first.”

He pumps his finger a few times before adding another. You’re a moaning mess, cunt clenching around his fingers desperately.

His thumb circles your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You’re panting his name, pushing your hips into his digits with every movement.

“Shua,” you pant. “So good, you’re so good.”

Your words only encourage him. His fingers pick up in pace, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. His fingers are completely coated in your arousal, dripping onto the counter. You’ll have to clean that later,

The coil in your lower stomach finally snaps and you enter a state of bliss. Your orgasm came much faster than anticipated, but of course, it was Josh.

It may have been a while, but Joshua knew you better than you knew yourself. Where all your sweet spots were, what ticked you off, what made you smile. He’d never forget those things about you.

He pulls his fingers out of you. slipping them into his mouth. He sucks lightly, letting out a quiet moan. He’s missed the way you taste.

You hardly give it a second before you’re reaching for his pants, frantic to feel him inside of you. He chuckles, undoing his pants to give you what you want.

His cock springs free, and he drags his tip across your folds. Your arousal coats the head of his cock as you push your hips against him. It’s almost pathetic how desperate you are for him. However, he hesitates.

“Baby,” he sighs. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“Don’t care, just want you inside of me,” you whine.

You’re not thinking straight. You know better, but you choose to play the fool. It’s been so long since you and Joshua have been together like this. Even if it’s temporary, you want to milk the experience for as much as you can. You’ve missed this too much to less the opportunity pass by.

Joshua however, is still hesitant. “Baby I know, but we really shouldn’t-“

“I’m on the pill,” you cut him off.

You were also on the pill when you got pregnant with Juyeon. It was shitty luck that you somehow still got pregnant and it would be even shittier luck if it happened again. But the chances are slim, and you’re so consumed by lust in the moment that you continue to play the fool.

Joshua likes to think he’s good with his self control, unless he’s with you. You make it hard for him to show restraint, and it often leads to chaos. He knows this, but he too chooses to play to fool.

So he lets you win, and he gives you what he wants. He fucks you hard and fast on the kitchen counter. His hands flies to your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet.

His pace is relentless, hips slamming into you roughly. Your moans are muffled again his hand, but they’re just loud enough for him to hear and use as encouragement.

Your body jerks back with each thrust as he bottoms out. His cock fills you up, hitting every sweet spot inside of you effortlessly.

He knew he wasn’t gonna last long from the moment he slipped his first finger in you. You were so tight and warm around his fingers, he knew once he was inside of you it would milk him completely dry.

His cock twitches inside of you, indicating his impending orgasm. Selflessly, his thumb finds its way back to your clit. He circles it quickly, bringing back the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen.

He just wants to watch you cum again. Your orgasms are a sight to see, and selfishly he wants to watch it again. It’s been so long and he knows he can get you there quickly.

He knows he should pull out, but once your second orgasm hits, he’s a goner. You’re tightening and throbbing around him, making it nearly impossible for him to pull out, not that he ever had the self control to do it anyway.

His cock is buried deep inside of you as he cums, painting your walls entirely white. Considering how long it’s been since he’s last touched you, he spills a large load into you. You milk him for every drop he has to offer.

He drops his hand, uncovering your mouth. Both of your minds are still fuzzy as you come down from your highs. You’re both panting heavily in place as your minds clear up.

He looks down, wincing at the sight. He finally pulls out of you slowly. You cringe as he slips out, looking down and seeing the absolute mess you made.

Fuck, he came a lot.

You briefly make eye contact with Joshua as the post-nut clarity hits. You bite your bottom lip nervously.

Neither of you say it out loud, but you’re both thinking the same thing. You really really hope the pill works this time.

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#seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #joshua seventeen #joshua hong #joshua smut #kpop

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savventeen · 1 year

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to build a home

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader rating: T (for swearing) wc: 3.7k summary: on the train ride back to meet jihoon's parents in person for the first time, you realize you don't really know what it's like to have a childhood home — at least, not in the sense that most people seem to have. but it's okay, because you've found a home in jihoon instead. warnings: talks about divorce (reader's parents) tags: fluff, this is so sappy guys, kind of emotional hurt/comfort, soonhoon best frienemies (they’re ride or die dw their friendship is just based on mutual teasing lol), vaguely implied asexual reader, a truly excessive amount of handholding, i really made jihoon into a hand-holding fiend and i'm Not Sorry a/n: this might be one of the most self-indulgent things i've ever written since reader's experiences are 100% based off of my own lmao. also i can't believe i wrote almost 4k of them just talking on a train, like??? wow. also also, i listened to sleeping at last's cover of i'm gonna be (500 miles) on repeat while writing so i recommend giving it a listen for the Vibes haha

Jihoon was nervous.

Not in a bad way, of course. But he was taking you back home to stay with his parents for the next four days and they would be meeting you in person for the first time and he was nervous.

Soonyoung, the bastard, could definitely tell and had made it his mission to embarrass the hell out of him until the last possible second.

It was only supposed to be Seungcheol and Minghao dropping the two of you off at the train station, but Soonyoung had physically crammed himself into the backseat between you and Jihoon and refused to let go of either of you until you’d reached the train station. Even then, you had to physically pry him off of Jihoon and promise to tell Jihoon’s parents that Soonyoung loved them and missed them and—

“—make sure to take lots of pictures of all his cringey old anime posters!”

Soonyoung’s insistence is only diminished by the effort he’s exerting not to be forcefully dragged back into the car by a disgruntled Minghao. Jihoon knows Soonyoung’s being even more of a handful for his sake, and Jihoon is both filled with love and also the desire to strangle his best friend with his bare hands.

Minghao is able to get him mostly back in the car, Seungcheol watching on with a slightly fond but mostly concerned smile, but before they can get the door closed, Soonyoung claws his way back to the doorframe to tell you, “Also, his mom keeps all of his baby pictures in a bunch of photo books by the—”

“And that’s enough from you,” Jihoon interrupts, forcefully shoving Soonyoung back into the car by the face, Soonyoung screeching with poorly disguised glee, and slams the car door shut.

Jihoon waves at Seungcheol who he can see laughing through the glass as he pulls away from the curb, leaving the two of you standing with your suitcases.

He hears you giggling, and turns around to face you with a sigh. “Ignore him.”

You give a thoughtful hum, drawing it out as you grab the handle of your suitcase and wait for Jihoon to grab his and start walking with you through the station.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you finally decide, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Jihoon groans, tilting his head back as if to ask the universe why me?

“Why,” you continue, “embarrassed about your Nami posters?”

Like Soonyoung, Jihoon knows you’re just teasing, and he falls into your easy banter with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth.

He glares at you half-heartedly. “It’s poster, singular. And no, I’m not embarrassed,” he adds as you both make your way across the platform and into the closest empty train car (the only benefit of leaving at the ass-crack of dawn). “Why would I ever be embarrassed about Nami? She’s badass.” He grunts as he stands on his toes and lifts his luggage to store on the overhead rack and then reaches out to take yours as well. “Plus, you’re one to talk, with your weird shrimp god poster—“

And this argument is familiar, too. He can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes in exasperation and slide into the seat next to the window.

“It’s shrimp heaven,” you exclaim, “we’ve been over this.”

Jihoon just shakes his head, and he knows he sounds more than a little besotted when he says, “You listen to the weirdest shit.”

You give him a Look that manages to be both deadpan and undeniably fond, and no one except a few untitled projects saved on his external hard drive knows exactly how much he adores that particular look. “I am aware, yes, thank you.”

While this is the first time the two of you are traveling back to where Jihoon grew up, it is not the first time the two of you have traveled together. There’s a well-worn ease to the way your shoulders draw together like magnets, Jihoon offering up one of his earbuds as he balances his iPad across your joined knees.

It had scared him, the first time he felt himself leaning into your presence without a second thought — as easy and unthinkingly familiar as pulling on his favorite hoodie when he’s cold or the sound of his keys clinking against the countertop every night when he gets home. He’d never been one to seek out physical affection before, not unless he was desperate. But now he can’t help but feel like a flower seeking out the sun whenever he’s with you.

He leans his head against yours as he asks, “Want to watch some Bonobono?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a happy hum.

Jihoon presses play without further ado, and the two of you settle in for the next few hours.

You get through a few episodes quickly before taking a quick snack break, and it’s only a few minutes into the next episode that Jihoon notices you aren’t really paying attention. He turns his head where it's resting on your shoulder to get a better look at your profile, but he’s not able to see much since you have your own head turned to look out the window.

He finishes the episode and gets halfway through the next one, glancing over at you every few minutes, before deciding it’s time for him to check in.

Starting conversations is still not one of his strong suits, but he’s discovered interesting ways to wiggle himself into them, mainly by tricking you into getting the ball rolling for him. It’s in these moments that he channels his inner Soonyoung (he is taking this train of thought to his grave, mind you) and asks himself “How would cat-me ask for attention in this moment?” (Again, taking this train of thought to the fucking grave.)

So Jihoon leans away from you just enough for him to be able to turn slightly in his seat and gently plonk his head against your shoulder. When he gets no reaction, he does it again. And again, before doing it one more time as your turn to look at him with an amused smile. “Hi? You having fun, there?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. “The funnest.”

You snort and shake your head at him. “Okay, babe.” You turn your attention back out the window and Jihoon frowns.

With a quiet huff, he plonks his head on your shoulder once again, pushing in with his forehead and rubbing it back and forth against your sweater.

You start giggling — and god, it’s still one of his favorite sounds, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it — and you turn to look at him again with a single eyebrow raised. “Yes, Jihoonie?”

He moves so his temple is resting on your shoulder and he can look at you properly. “You okay?” he asks, lighthearted and warm. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while, missed the last couple of episodes.”

You blink, a little surprised, and look down at the iPad still balanced between the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You give him a smile and shrug the shoulder he’s leaning on. “Just thinking.”

The automatic retort of “oh, dangerous” is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back with a small frown. He’s never liked when you apologize unnecessarily, but he knows it’s something you’ve been working on, so he decides not to bring attention to it this time.

“What about?” he asks instead.

You’ve turned your attention back to Bonobono at this point, and you respond with a distracted “Hm?”

Jihoon pokes your temple with one finger. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh.” You look at him, considering, and then you huff out a short laugh as you reach over to pause the video. “You actually,” you tell him, tucking the iPad into your lap as you turn in your seat to face him fully.

That was not what Jihoon was expecting. “Me?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” just like he did earlier. “Your bedroom, more specifically.”

That was definitely not what Jihoon was expecting. Both of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My bedroom…” he trails off, voice dry and seeming to ask, are you really implying what I think you’re implying?

Your expression morphs into one of disgust so quickly Jihoon barks out a startled laugh. “Ew, no, don’t look at me like that, that’s not what I meant.”

Jihoon lets out a few of his own giggles as he asks, “What did you mean, then?”

He almost coos at the adorable way you pout as you cross your arms in faux anger. “Ugh, no I’m not telling you anymore if you’re just gonna tease me.”

“Aw come on,” he cajoles, reaching out to pry your crossed arms apart. “I only tease those who deserve it.”

You roll your eyes even as you let him pull your hands into his own. “Tell that to Soonyoung.”

“Are you kidding? He deserves it just for existing.”

You lift one of your conjoined hands to awkwardly point at him. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “Good. He needs the reminder.”

You fold over as you snort, falling into Jihoon’s space for a moment before you straighten back up with a beaming smile. “You’re such a terrible friend, Lee Jihoon.”

Closing his eyes, he nods solemnly. “I am aware of this, yes. It is my curse.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, making him smack himself in the shoulder with your still joined hands. “You can be such a dramatic little shit sometimes.” There’s a glint in your eyes that tells Jihoon you’re about to say something purely because you know it’ll rile him up, and he’s proven right when the next words out of your mouth are, “Soonyoung must be rubbing off on you.”

Jihoon’s jaw drops in offended horror. “You’d better take that back right now, I swear to god, y/n—” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he untangles your fingers and digs them mercilessly into your sides.

You squeal at the onslaught and try your best to deflect, but Jihoon’s relentless and you’ve always been extremely ticklish, so it’s only a few moments later that you’re choking out through strained laughter, “Yield! Yield! Fuck, I yield, you absolute ass!”

Jihoon glares at you as he stops and generously lets you trap his fingers in your hold. “Take it back.”

“Yes, I take it back, geez,” you pant. He’s pretty sure he hears you follow it up with a near silent “Why are both of you so insane?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What was that?” He wiggles his fingers pointedly.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at him half-heartedly before rolling your eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he smirks, wiggling his fingers again, but this time so he can lace them once again with yours. He brings each of your hands up to his face and kisses your knuckles before bringing them back down to his lap and letting himself drink you in.

You’re looking at him with something teetering the edge between incredulous and fond and over-the-moon, and Jihoon thinks he probably looks like a smitten fool just based on the way his cheeks ache and his ears feel like they’re on fire.

He’s come to love moments like these, where the both of you take a moment to just… take each other in — to simply exist in each other’s presence and soak it all in like sponges. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to put into words exactly what it feels like to look and be looked at like this. To see and be seen.

Jihoon doesn’t try to find the words this time, just lets himself bask in your glow with a soft smile.

After a few moments, he brings himself to break the ambient quiet of the train. “Hey,” he murmurs.

Your response is as soft and quiet as the smile you tuck into the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

He stares at you for another moment before saying, “You never ended up telling me, y’know.”

“Telling you what?”

“What you were thinking about earlier.” He starts idly rubbing his thumbs across the skin of your hands, tracing gentle arcs with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh.” You scrunch up your face a little before smoothing it out with a small shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Hmm.” Something tells him it probably is something important — to you, at least. And even if it isn’t, he still wants to know. “Tell me anyway?”

You tilt your head and look at him with a confused sort of amused smile. “Why do you wanna know so bad?”

Because I’m highkey obsessed with you and always want to learn more about you and how you think, is what he doesn’t say. At least, not out loud and not right now. He knows it’d probably fluster you and he doesn’t want to distract you from answering any more than he already has. (And maybe he’s still struggling with saying his sappy thoughts directly to your face instead of hoarding them in various notebooks, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon to work through.)

“Just curious,” he murmurs with a shrug. “And we still have a couple of hours left on the train.”

You stare at him for a moment like you don’t quite believe him and are trying to find the lie somewhere on his face. But eventually you mutter, “Okay.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose. “Well,” you start, after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “I said I was thinking about your bedroom, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, so.” You purse your lips as you tighten your hold on Jihoon’s fingers, just for a moment, before loosening your grip with a quiet exhale. “I was mostly just trying to imagine what that’s like.”

Jihoon blinks at you. “...What having a bedroom is like?” His tone comes across more deadpan than he means, confusion flattening his question into more of a statement.

“No, no,” you shake your head. “What having a childhood bedroom is like.”

Jihoon blinks again, furrowing his brows. “...I don’t understand.”

“God, I’m not explaining this right,” you mutter, chewing on your lip in obvious thought. “Okay, so like… You know how in movies and books and stuff, a lot of times there’s this— trope, I guess, where a character goes back home and stays in their childhood bedroom and it’s like a glimpse into their past? A lot of times for comedic reasons?”

Jihoon slowly nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well.” You give a self-conscious little half-shrug that makes Jihoon’s chest hurt for some reason. “I was wondering what that’s like. Like…” You trail off for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side and focusing on the middle-distance. Jihoon forces himself to wait patiently as you try to find the words you need to explain, his thumbs continuing their silent metronome across your skin.

“What— what’s it like to have lived your entire childhood in the same house?” you start, gaze still locked somewhere off to the side. “To have the same four walls watch you go from toddler to kid to preteen to moody teenager and then reluctant adult? And to know those same walls are still watching you grow up.” You give a wistful little sigh and focus back on Jihoon with a crooked smile. “I’m trying to imagine what that’s like. Hadn’t realized how much of a foreign concept it was to me until I really started thinking about it,” you finish with a small huff.

During your whole little spiel, you hadn’t sounded sad or bitter or anything other than genuinely curious, but it still pokes at that little ache in Jihoon’s heart. He knows your parents divorced when you were young, and there’s a part of him that wishes you could have had the perfect childhood he knows doesn’t actually exist. He also knows you’re not one to really talk about yourself or your past, so he’s grateful for the vulnerability you’re sharing with him in this moment. Softly, he encourages you to share more with him. “You went back and forth between your parents a lot, right?”

“Oh, god yeah,” you laugh. “And not only that, but my mom could never stay in one place either. Growing up, I think my dad only moved like… four times? But my mom moved… uh.” Your brows furrow deeply for a moment. “Hang on, I need to think this out.”

Jihoon almost whines when you detangle your fingers from his, but manages to turn it into a pretty convincing cough. (It’s actually not at all convincing, but luckily you’re too preoccupied to properly clown him for it.) He watches you mutter to yourself with a small pout and then he looks back down at your hands like he can make them hold his if he just stares hard enough. Your fingers extend one by one as you count, and his pout falls away as one fist and then the other blooms fully. And then one fist closes again, leaving a single finger standing.

“So… eleven? Eleven times.”

He’d known you’d moved at least a few times as a kid, but… “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Gently, he reaches out to hold your hands again. Squeezes. “And how often did you go back and forth?”

“Oh, god. That was a mess, too.” You’re laughing, but that ache in his chest keeps spreading, digging deeper. “We had different schedules that would change like— every few months. We did three days on, three days off, alternating sundays; we did two days on, two days off, with alternating weekends; at one point we even did every other weekday with alternating weekends… it was insane. Looking back, it seems even more insane.”

“Jesus.” He can’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like — almost constantly being on the move. Especially as a kid. “How old were you when they split again?”

“Five.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, long and gusty. It doesn’t sound sad, at least, just tired. Maybe a little bit like release. Then you send a small, amused smile in his direction. “So you can kinda see why the whole “childhood bedroom” thing is such a foreign concept to me, right?”

He can see why. And it aches. “Yeah,” he breathes.

Some of that ache must show on his face because you gently scold him, “Hey, don’t look like that.” You untangle your fingers once again to cup both of his cheeks, thumbs pressing into the corners of his mouth and smoothing out his unconscious frown.

You look at him, soft and warm and so full of love Jihoon’s breath catches in his chest. And then you adjust your grip so you’re pinching his cheeks, and you wiggle his face a little bit. “This wasn’t supposed to be a sad thing, Hoonie. Just a “we had vastly different experiences” kind of thing.” You stop pinching his cheeks and go back to simply holding his face between your palms. “Like, I know it helped me understand the concept of “home is where the heart is,” yanno?”

And, oh. Oh, Jihoon is so very head-over-heels in love with you. He can feel that love pooling and swelling inside him, curling up between his ribs and tickling the tips of his fingers as reaches up to cover your hands with his.

“Hmm.” His mouth moves before his brain can catch up. “And where is your heart, y/n?” he breathes.

For one infinite moment suspended in time, you and Jihoon are the only two people to exist. The world around him disappears as your eyes bore into his, and Jihoon gets to watch something in them soften, melt — pool into something that looks a lot like love as you turn your hands to let go of his cheeks and hold his fingers instead.

You bring his hands to hover in front of his face, and you roll your lips between your teeth like you’re trying to hold back a smile. What you’re trying to say finally clicks in Jihoon’s mind when you glance down at his hands and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

All of the blood in his body rushes directly to his face and ears so quickly that Jihoon thinks he might burst into flames.

“Nooooooooo,” he whines, hiding his blazing blush behind your entwined hands and ignoring the way you’re outright laughing at him now. He lowers your hands just enough so that he can glare at you from over the tops of your knuckles. “How are you able to say the cheesiest things without actually saying anything? I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” you giggle, like the absolutely adorable little shit you are.

Jihoon growls in frustrated adoration before licking the back of your hands in retaliation.

You screech and try to yank your hands back, but he’s the stronger one between the two of you and he refuses to let go. “Lee Jihoon, you animal, what is wrong with you?!”

“Vengence,” is all he mutters.

You splutter. “Vengence for what?”

He continues to half-heartedly glare at you as he brings your hands down and presses them to the left side of his chest. Vaguely, he wonders if you can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. “For stealing my heart,” he pouts.

The sound that comes out of your mouth reminds him of a dying seal, and that’s how Jihoon knows it’s over for him — because he’s never heard a more endearing sound in his entire life and he thinks that maybe he’d do anything to hear it over and over again.

You continue to tease each other back and forth, your love for each other a steady undertow, and Jihoon realizes that while they may be heading back to the house he grew up in, it’s not home in the same sense any more.

Not when he looks at you and his heart sings a steady home, home, home inside his chest.

The thought doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thinks it should.

Home, home, home.

He likes the sound of that.

#woozi fluff #woozi fanfic #woozi x you #woozi x reader #woozi x y/n #svt fic #svt fanfic #jihoon x you #jihoon x reader #seventeenweeklyarticle #I FINALLY FINISHED IT IT'S FINALLY DONE AAAHHHHHHHHH #and now i have to scramble to get ready to donate hgfghdhgghj #HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY #also if y'all get the mbmbam reference in there i'll love u forever #savv writes #savv fics

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breakfastteatime · 11 months

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hope you don't mind the rant but argh i finally realised why i feel so disconnected to survivor in comparison to how close jfo is to me

spoilers for those who haven't played survivor

but i really dislike major decisions made and i'm gonna babble on a little (i've had like eight panadol and two sleeping meds as of the last hour n a half so if this doesn't make sense that's why)

one that's been swirling around my head ever since i played us that it really felt like they brought cordova back JUST to kill him off. this also ties into my next point that i find bode's betrayal hard to believe as well. every role he had in the story could easily be replaced by someone such as cere, and i felt like the only reason he was there was to have someone for bode to kill to show how really evil he was but respawn didn't want to kill any of the main cast off. he's such a useless character in the plot that killing him off didnt effect anything LMAO

my next major dislike is, understandably, about bode :,) yes i know this can come off as making excuses for a character i was attached to since the trailers dropped but the more i think about it the more i really cannot understand both the timeline and the motive that was behind bode's betrayal. i kind of get the idea he was lax about betraying them UNTIL cal mentioned using tanalorr for the hidden path but according to the echoes you get after the game bodenis plotting and scheming the whole time... plus, you think that his whole motive relies on creating a safe place for kata on tanalorr where no one can find them but also like. you have two (technically three) jedi, a nightsister, and a whole clan of anchorites that kick the empire's ass every day. "will you be able to protect her when the empire comes?" fuckass have you SEEN cal use a lightsaber?? kata is safer with cal then she is bode

dagan was hella underwhelming too which disappointed me tbh i was excited for this high republic jedi to show us all this cool stuff only for him to die in like three seconds 😔

ANYWAY i hope this ain't too long but i'd love to hear your thoughts/criticisms on js bc i love the game and all the little bits are amazing but some of the decisions made have me a bit hrghh

Okay, friend, you asked for it ;)

The decision to bring back Cordova was an unexpected one, but the sight of him makes me cry happy tears every damn time, so it doesn't bother me at all. I take your point re: Cere being able to do everything he does, but part of Bode’s betrayal also hinges on him betraying Cere to Vader, who clearly wants vengeance after Nur (which is SO IN CHARACTER for Vader I can only lol. Petty bitch.), so Bode killing her wouldn't have had quite the same impact.

Because I was so convinced he was dead that him *actually* being dead didn’t strike me as ‘brought back only to die’. I would argue that killing him off did put them at risk of not being able to reach Tanalorr and defintely drove Cal to Nova Garon, but yes… Cordova's character probably lacks development and definitive purpose compared to the others… Although even as I say that, I find myself thinking of the logs he left behind in the various ruins on Jedha and the words of advice and I just can’t get mad. Plus there's that teeny hint that he's been unwell when Merrin asks how he's feeling. I see your points, yes, but I'm not too fussed by any of it.

Moving onto Bode...

So, here’s my interpretation of Bode, based on the post-game echoes and the little nuances that take on a totally new light on a replay. Bode is playing Cal from the very beginning. They are never friends from Bode’s perspective, and he is a master manipulator. He’s a textbook abuser – he lovebombs Cal with compliments and praise to cement their relationship, and does the same with everyone in his family. Plus, he used his knowledge of Cere’s location to further his cause with the Empire.

There’s also a power dynamic at play here because Bode was a Jedi Knight during the war while Cal was still a Padawan. Bode is older and more experienced with the world than Cal. He knows Cal longs for friendship, and he wields that against him more effectively than any weapon. Every action, every word, every choice Bode makes is solely to dig in deeper with Cal so he can and Kata can escape the Empire. Had Cal agreed that Tanalorr would just be for them, *maybe* Bode wouldn’t have betrayed him the way he did, but Bode is well on his way to the dark side because of his attachment to Kata. And Cal very nearly follows him because of his attachments to his family.

To me, this is what the Jedi Order meant by 'no attachments'. Jedi are allowed to love, but when that love becomes all consuming, when it becomes an obsession, that’s when the attachment becomes dangerous. Bode’s story is very similar to Anakin’s, he’s just not as powerful. Hasn’t got those Skywalker genes 😉

Bode’s motive to me is clear – he *thinks* everything is about Kata, but actually it’s all about him. It’s about his grief and rage and fear because of his wife's death the terrible choices he made. Denvik promises that if Bode gives him what he wants (Cal and Cere), he will reveal which Inquistor murdered his wife. Bode is already in it for revenge, not his daughter's wellbeing. His choices are very pre-meditated. He is a parent, yes, and I can understand that overriding love of a child, but he is also a grieving husband who is so broken by his loss that his love for Kata has become too possessive. He is terrified of losing his daughter, and it eclipses his love for her. Kata is aware of this, and her love is also turning to fear. Bode is neglectful (he's always leaving Kata behind) and bordering on abusive at the end. He trusts no one but himself, and he even asks Cal at the very end if he can protect Kata. Cal says nothing because he knows he can’t – he’s tried protecting so many people, and he’s lost nearly all of them. He won’t make a promise he can’t keep, and that’s what completely breaks Bode. Bode doesn’t believe anyone *but him* can protect Kata because he has become completely consumed with fear and anger. Cal gave him a chance to make a better choice when he disarmed him. In fact, Bode had *so many chances* to make a better choice, and he didn’t. So, when Bode responded by choosing to try and kill Cal, Merrin *and* very nearly his own daughter, Cal had no choice but to put him down – hard. That second shot took my breath away both times I played the game because Cal knows he cannot save Bode and protect the people who matter, and by showing Bode mercy, more people will die. It's also about control - Bode tries to control everyone. Cal knows he can't, so he takes the only option left - killing Bode. Honestly, the more I think about that finale, the more intense it becomes. It's an astonishing moment.

I do wonder if the reason people struggle with Bode is because he is so nice, and he fits in so well, but it’s all fake and it’s all an act. Whether you saw it coming or not, that hurts. Cal – and the player – want so badly for Bode to be better than he is, and that’s the tragedy. Bode’s not capable of that. He has suffered losses just like Cal, but he couldn’t overcome them. It’s a lot to deal with emotionally!

And as for Dagan, I quite like him! Mostly because that final battle with him incorporates my favourite Star Wars thing – WEIRD FORCE SHIT. He’s also a mirror held up to Cal – this is what you could become if your obsession takes over you. I also think his relationship with Santari Khri is meant to show Cal the potential pitfalls of his relationship with Merrin if his attachment overcomes him… but we’ll have to see what happens next…

Gosh this got long. It's always fun to see other people's perspectives and share my own! Hope you've got some rest and feel better soon :)

#jedi survivor spoilers #star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor meta #answered asks #bode akuna #cal kestis #dagan gera #eno cordova #long post #breakfast tea has THOUGHTS and FEELINGS #times like this I wish i had a youtube channel el oh el

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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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₊˚୭ paring: neteyam x metkayina!reader

₊˚୭ authors note: sorry this is super short 😞 my writing motivation is slowly disappearing lmao hope you guys still like it <3 not really proof read sorry.

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Shy | Chapter 7

“(Y/N), someone is here to see you. They are waiting outside the Marui.” Your mother's calming voice rings in your ears causing them to twitch up.

It was the next day and your body was still tired from the events that had happened the yesterday night, wounds still stinging with every inch you moved. “Who is it?” you asked out to her from your sleeping mat where you had been laying.

“The older Sully boy, he wanted to come to check on you…I’m letting him in” She told you. Blush covers your cheeks as you quickly sit up, wincing at your sore muscles before fixing your hair and top to look somewhat presentable, as if you had not been laying down all morning since the sun began to rise.

A shadow towers over you making your head look up and see Neteyam standing there, shyly waving hello before sitting down next to you.

“Hey, how are you feeling? I never got to see you after what happened last night…I’m sorry” Neteyam sighed while looking down at his hands resting in his lap.

He was worried sick yesterday when no one could find you, and on top of you missing Lo’ak was too which made him want to rip his braids out as he got yelled at by his father saying it was his fault because ‘as the older brother’ he needs to be watching over him.

As soon as the announcement was made that both of you had been found, it was as if a huge weight from his shoulders was lifted, he was finally able to take a breath and calm down.

Neteyam wanted to rush up to you first but before he got the chance he was pulled back by his mother back to their Mauri.

“I’m alright, there's no need to be sorry…the medicine that the Tsahik gave me stings pretty bad but I'm pushing through it,” You said while giving the boy a soft smile.

“No. You're my friend, I’m supposed to check up on you. That's what friends do.” His head lifts to meet yours as you see his eyebrows furrowed followed by a frown upon his lips.

Right. Friends. Of course, you were just friends… why every time he said the word it brought a sting to your chest as if telling you you wanted more.

You only just met the boy a couple of days ago and you already feel this way. ‘Oh Eywa please help me’ you thought. You must be getting sick or going insane to be thinking such things.

“friends..yeah..” You quietly mumbled under your breath, smile slightly faltering. “Sorry did you say something?” Neteyam asked as you quickly shook your head.

“I said thank you, anyways I should probably get out this marui, I think I need some sunlight… let's go?” You ask him as you begin to stand, offering your hand out to help him up, Neteyam smiles and gladly takes it.

“Mom! Neteyam and I are gonna go out for a bit if that’s okay,” You tell her as she turns around to look at both of you. “Yes that's fine, I trust Neteyam is a strong boy to keep you safe?” Neteyam blushes and nods his head.

“Of course ma’am!” Your mother smiles as she stares at Neteyam until her eyes trail down to your hands that were still clasped tightly together. She raises her head and lifts an eyebrow at you.

You stare back confused before looking down to see what she was looking at, Your eyes widen, and immediately try to pull your hand out from his tight grasp but he wouldn’t let go. “Neteyam?!” You whisper to him flustered quietly, while looking up at his taller figure.

“Come on let's go! I think I remember Lo’ak saying everyone was gonna go hand out at the beach Bye ma’am!” He yells to your mother and pulls you to follow behind as he walks to the entrance.

“You two have fun, and call me Auntie, Neteyam, I'm too young to be called ma’am!” Your mother laughs watching you two leave with a smile on her face. She had a feeling she’s gonna see the boy more often.

“Neteyam!” You yelp as your shorter legs try to keep up with his longer ones as he pulls you away, The calling of his name catches his attention which causes him to slow down and stop to look back at you. “Yes?” He says tilting his head innocently. “...Our hands…” You whisper to him holding them up, turning your head away to hide the blush growing on your face.

“I like holding your hands, is that okay?! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Im sorry!” Neteyam rambles, loosening his grip to let your hand go. Your face darkened by his words but close your hand on his not letting his hand drop. “I…..I like holding your hand…too…”

Now it was Neyteyams turn to blush, he was taken aback by your words but smirked and holds your hand tighter, pulling you closer to his side. “Good, now let's go Syulang~” Usually you found the childish nickname annoying, but for some reason when it came from Neteyem you kinda liked it.

“I wish I’d been there, the ocean blessed you with a gift brother!” Kiri chirps with an excited grin. Everyone gathered around in a circle as you and Lo’ak told everyone the story. You sat between Neteyam and Lo’ak. “I thought it was weird a lone tulkun…” you pause in the middle of your sentence and stare at the ground with your eyebrows furrowed.

“(Y/N)?…” Neteyam asked with a worried tone, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Payakan…the tulkun had a missing fin…and he was alone…it was Payakan” You whispered and looked at the three other Metkayina’s as you all shared the same reaction, shocked with wide eyes.

The four sully kids looked at all of you guys confused. “Who’s Payakan?” Kiri asked face starting to turn into a frightened expression. “A young bull who went rogue…He’s outcast. Alone, and they say he has a missing fin.” Rotxo said weary. All the Metkayina people know the story of payakan and how dangerous he was.

But…he saved yours and Lo’ak’s life, so how could that be? Your mother did always tell you about payakan but even she didn’t believe he was bad. There was more to the story on what happened but as the story kept moving from one person to the other, next thing you know he was deemed dangerous and to stay away.

“They say he is a killer…” your ears point downward as a frown falls upon your lips. ‘If he was a killer why didn’t he kill us?’ “No no. You guys are wrong” Lo’ak told Tsireya while shaking his head. “He killed other Na’vi and tulkun, not here- but far to the south.. (Y/N) you should’ve known better.” Ao’nung scolds you while gently tapping your head.

“No he’s no killer, even ask (Y/N)! Tell them! He’s not a killer, he saved our lives!” Lo’ak spoke, getting frustrated when everyone was saying he’s wrong. They weren’t there so how would they know? “Lo’ak speaks the truth…he didn’t kill us!” You said softly while playing with your hands in your lap.

“Lo’ak, (Y/N)… you guys are lucky to be alive.” they just didn’t get it. “Tsireya-“ before you could finis Lo’ak cuts you off. “We’re telling you guys! He saved our lives. He’s our friend now.” The boy said while taking Tsireya’s hand hoping she would believe him.

You feel a tap on your leg and look up to see Neteyam smiling at you, while rubbing your shoulder. He then stands up and walks over to Lo’ak putting both hands on his shoulder.

“My baby bro, the mighty warrior who faced the killer tulkun and lived to tell about it huh!” Neteyam teased the younger boy with a grin.

Lo’ak pushed his hands off him and stood abruptly. “You guys aren’t listening to us.” He mutters before walking off. “We’re telling the truth you guys. Payakan isn't as bad as the stories.” You tried telling them again, they only brushed it off telling you, it was just a lucky chance.

“Well whatever happened, I’m glad you guys are okay” Neteyam said sitting back down next to you and nudging your shoulder teasingly, trying to bring your mood back up.

Everyone left, due to things they had to do. So now it was just you and Neteyam left. “Hey Neteyam…can I show you something? right now if the perfect time to see it too.” You ask him, standing up offering a hand which he happily took. “Lead the way syulang” Neteyam said lifting the hand he never dropped and kissed your knuckles with a wink that caused your face to flush.

“Alright, let’s go…” you blushed and pull his hand along to the water as you call in ilu, hopping on with him getting on behind you. You feel his arm secularly wrap around your waist that caused butterflies in your stomach.

You found yourself staring at the hand on your waist, getting deja vu. As if this was where you were meant to be this very moment, with Neteyam.

You decide to stay above the water to make it easier for Neteyam, both of you keep conversations going on the way. Laughing at the stories he told you about when Lo’ak snuck out one time and got in trouble, then you told him embarrassing stories about Ao’nung. Until a certain subject came up.

“So…what did you think of me when you fist saw me?” Neteyam asked you while looking down shyly. Your ears point up at the question. “Hm…I was scared…and I also thought you were cute but- wait! No!” Neteyam’s head shoots up surprised. “What did you say? Did I hear you right!?”

Nothing was said as you slowed the ilu down, “uhm…isaidyouwerecute” you quickly mumbled hoping that he didn’t hear you but drop it, while in thought you feel a hand on the tip of your chin turning it to look back at him.

“You know I notice something about you, whenever your shy or flustered you talk so quiet that I can never hear you. Can you repeat that for me please?” Neteyam asked you with a smug grin, noses close to touching if you moved even an inch.

“I thought you were cute…” you say looking into his eyes before quickly averting them. “Oh really?!” Neteyam moves a sliver close. “Can I tell you a secret?” A confused expression finds itself on your face as you lift your head up to stare at him.

“I thought you were beautiful when my eyes first landed on you.” The words caused your face to turn purple from blushing so hard as much as you wanted to pull away and jump off the ilu and swim away, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away from his touch.

Before the both of you could lean any closer varies sound of splashing caused both of you to pull away quickly and look in the direction of the sound.

“Oh look! It’s (Y/N) and Neteyam!” Rotxo called out with smile while waving from afar. You and Neteyam sheepishly smile and wave back. “Hey guys! What are you doing here?” Tsireya asked behind Rotxo on her own ilu.

You both look at each other trying to figure out what you were gonna say. “We’re you also gonna show Neteyam the spirit tree?” Tuk yelled out as her and Kiri pulled up behind Rotxo.

Well that went the surprise. “Uh yeah…it was supposed to be a surprise but…Surprise haha…I’m guessing that’s where you guys are going too?” You asked them while giving an apologetic smile to Neteyam. “Ooh is that where you were taking me?!”

“I’m sorry (Y/N)! Aw I ruined it…” Tuk pouted while looking down. “No! Don’t worry Tuk! I was just about to tell him so thank you!” Her pout disappears and a smile takes its place “really! Okay! Come on! What are we doing here” she says causing everyone to laugh.

“Alright let’s go then,” Tsireya says laughing, and dives underwater with everyone following shortly behind. You look back at Neteyam and smile, “hold your breath” you say and dive under following them.

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spearslug-box · 20 days

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decided to post the writing rn since I'm gonna forget later LMAO

lots of writing under cut (the reason there's no enot or SOS is bc I'm a little burnt out :3c.. and ignore misspells PLS I think I made these at like 8pm)

MONK: When the disease first started, monk was helping artificer out with making food when survivor came running to them bleeding with cuts all over, survivor never brought up about the small spot that was bleeding but only that FP was infected with... Something. monk had went over there with spearmaster despite survivors pleads.

they ended up finding a motherload of those... Odd rot mushrooms. and FP who was laying atop one, sleeping presumably. this was CRAZY news!!

so they ended up bringing this up with everyone else, monk had several leads for the disease and theories but mainly has been taking care of his brother and has been keeping the others away from him.

He helps out with the kids and gourmand occasionally.

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SURV: Survivor was out gathering resources at the time when he noticed the fungi, he had went over to the area since it was near FP's canister, almost all life was dead or infected with the, fungus thing..

he had decided to turn back when he was stopped by FP.

FP's wires were sparking on his back and head which had made survivor back up, FP had grabbed survivor and slammed them into a piece of metal and then stabbing them with the syringe once numbed, he didnt manage to get the full thing in when survivor slapped him and stabbed him in the back when he was surprised.

Later running back (without falling into pieces of metal while avoiding the fungus), this part is basically the same as the monk part so.. Yeah.

survivor never told them about the syringe as he had "forgotten".

the kids aren't allowed to see them as saint worried about them hurting him more.

he is still resting he says.

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HUNTER: Hunter had been hanging out with NSH, this was a few days after the fungus was known and the two didn't know of it as they were taking a small week break from everyone so they could bond.

At the end of it, NSH had gotten a message from FP, FP stating that, "I've found a cure to the Rot, or a massive setback for it!."

NSH hadn't been able to get rid of hunters rot fully, but was open to the idea of it, as long as it didn't hurt hunter, FP confirmed that it wouldn't hurt hunter in any way.

NSH had given the serum to hunter to try and to report back to him after a few days, and hunter left.

Hunter was sketchy of it, but tried it since he ***used*** to trust him the most, he would undergo the side effects for weeks, and never visited the others.

Saint had went to check on him when he was still able to speak in full sentences and told saint to help him, saint said he would and left immediately.

No one came,

and he suffered there for weeks until two of the others(unknown) with NSH went to check and were horrified!! hunter would attack them, but most specifically NSH leaving all three scarred, and hunter was brought back to the others, inside of a cage and then put into containment for testing, he watched them all and learnt how to speak(kind of) and gained some self awareness from the experiments

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FP: FP had been trying to find a cure for the rot inside his canister, when he had created the odd serum, he tried it on pieces of rot which made them dissolve into spores and gasses which made FP sick:(, but intrigued!!, since it had gotten rid of the rot!

he went back to try to make more and used it on more rot, his canister would be filled with spores and yucky gasses!! and ended up drinking some of the serum(Saint.), he would stay inside the canister for weeks, rarely going out, not messaging anyone or doing anything, Saint would visit him over this time. Saint knew what was happening but never told anyone, he encouraged the behavior actually.

by the time the roots had grown all over, he had messaged NSH about hunters rot, and basically same thing.

one of the times he did he ended up meeting survivor there, stalked them for hours until he went to turn around, where he would grab survivor and slam them on a piece of metal, and stabbed them with the syringe, and yeah same thing OK... after survivor had stabbed him, he just laid on a piece of fungus and heard three people leave, and had followed after figuring out where the others are, however never decided to interact.

Not much known on what he is doing now.

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GOURM & NIGHT CAT: Before all of the fungus shenanigans, Gourmand and Nightcat had kids and would later give them to artificer as they were unable to care for them.

They found out about the fungus about a few days to a week after as they live pretty far away, they now venture closer to their friends to help out with watch for them, and monk every now and then visits them.

Gourmand and nightcat have changed physically since the last time the others had seen them, nightcat developed "ribs" as patterns and gourmand has gotten slimmer, and nightcat has gotten more bossy and leader-like while gourmand has been more grumpy grandpa like.

Not much is known on how they are doing currently or what they were doing.

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RIVULET: Rivulet had left around the time that SRS did, and left at night unlike SRS.

They never said anything to anyone, not even moon, and everyone fears that the worse happened instead of them just "leaving" like moon keeps begging for everyone to believe.

One of the reasons why they believed her is because they all had a itching feeling that they brought *Something* with them, but there's too much stuff going on to actually figure out what they had taken, other then it was around when they were helping with research.

Not much more known after fungus

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ARTIFICER: This was only told by the kids, so not everything would be 100% true.

Artificer had told the kids that she was gonna be right back, and left them in the wild, either for them to die or someone to find them, as she never told anyone what she was doing.

she left her chieftain mask at home however, while she always brings it. Which was odd as she never forgets anything, she remembers everything that she forgets and gets it immediately, so why not the chieftain mask?.

The kids and especially Laika constantly sneak out at night and look around where artificer leave, believing that she will come back for them. And have resorted to sneaking over to hunter to ask them, hunter says that he will bring them to her if he's let out, but saint always takes the kid away from him.

they get scolded often and especially by saint and monk, while NSH says that they are just kids wishing for their mother to come back for them.

The kids are currently playing scientist with their plushies.

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NSH: moon and nsh at the start of the fungus were trying to come conduct expierments together since NSH thought that it would be a neat way of bonding, when NSH had decided to take a break from everyone, when at the end of it FP had messaged him. Despite not being told that they had gone on a small break.

He had message NSH about a cure for rot, and how it would help or at least step back the rot by a lot more, NSH was reluctant at first but wanted the best for hunter, making sure that it wouldn't hurt him.

Later hunter left And NSH hung out with moon and the other slugcats, but never heard back from him, and later checking on him with two others and ended up getting hurt.

after that incident, he gas helped out with research and had spearmaster knit a pattern of hunter into his cloak, and after finding more fungus-rotted creatures, had made adjustments to his appearence with head spikes and sharp heels for kicking in the creatures.

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MOON: Moon around the start of it hadn't heard from pebbles in a while when they would talk all the time.

After hearing the story what NSH told her, she recommended for him to go and check up on him along with some others, she had stayed back but was shocked by the events that had happen to hunter and watched him rot inside of his prison, she doesn't check often on him since it makes her too depressed.

She was worried about pebbles and was heartbroken after SRS and rivulet left, she had weeped inside of her room and later got attachments around the same time as NSH, she had gotten gill like attachments like rivulets to cope along with arm blades when she goes out.

She's the head researcher and is often worrying or crying about the others in her own time.

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SRS: Not much is really known about what happened other then that shortly after the others had told SRS about FP, he had became more quiet and stayed by spearmaster more often.

Bit later, SRS had told spearmaster that he would go and get some food for artificers kids, and gave spear master a plush of him, and brought a spearmaster plush with himself.

He never came back after that and is most likely long gone, moon refuses to believe that.

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SPEARMASTER: Spearmaster at the start of it was mainly resting with SRS, and learned about everything around the same time SRS did, he had noticed SRS acting odd but never noted it and didn't think much of it.

After SRS had left he spent most of his time with NSH and moon, he had left to go and find FP but ended up getting attacked by other creatures and and gotten some ooze inside his cut, he didn't think much of it other then that it stung, but after not finding FP he turned back and went home.

He swears that he will get a answer out of FP about SRS leaving.

he didn't eat often and would often not eat at all and has been having mood swings recently, mainly being paranoid and angry. Hasn't noticed the fungus growing yet.

he's been helping somewhat with research and the kids, mainly resting and coping with their SRS plushie.

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SAINT: and finally. Saint.

Saint has been oddly quiet and has been the one watching hunter.

At the start of the rot fungus, he was with FP, he helped him develop the dose of fungus rot and never warned the others ahead of time, and already knows the cure.

He watched the rot fungus develop and grow inside of pebbles, his canister and the surrounding areas.

The others trust him the most as he's the most honest of the group and is another head researcher for the cure and experimenting on hunter, the others often ask him on any updates about him, he often says no despite hunter being able to talk, which he wasn't able to before.

He keeps a lot of secrets that the others respect his boundaries of. Not much known other then that information.

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Hi was wondering if u are taking requests for mama!nat or not? If so could you do one where has severe seizures but no one knows accept for Nat and are all really stressed and don’t know what to do so they call Nat is a rush and didn’t tell her anything other than she needs to get to the compound really quickly and then she helps reader come down from her seizure. If u don’t wanna do it I understand 😊

Is she possessed?

Haha, I took too long to finish this🙂 I'm considering stopping writing fics lmao but I'm sorry for taking long. I made some changes hehe I hope that's okay :>

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One would say ‘school is easy’ or ‘it's the easiest part of life’ but in your case, it isn't. You have been swamped with different assessments that you have to get done because of unreasonably short deadlines.

Sleep wasn't an option, to say the least you don't have a work-life balance.

You always struggled with academic validation. That along with the pressure of being Natasha's daughter, made you always strive hard to be able to get an A+. You wondered how your mother always does so well on her mission, and wits to solve something that always mesmerized you. The invisible comparison you made between yourself and her as well as the thoughts going on in your mind drives you. Especially during late nights with the substantial amount of cups of coffee you drank just to stay up and be able to finish an assessment.

Today you finished a project you've been working on for weeks. Some part of you was finally relieved that you finally have a space for a rest and some ‘me time'. Even though you still had five homeworks to work on.

You went to the kitchen to grab some food and finally eat and bask in the chirping of the crickets when Tony decided to get in with piles of paperwork.

"Hi," he sheepishly said. You looked at him and the papers in his arms questionablyly. "Oh this? It's the paperwork I've been avoiding" he shrugged.

"I wish I could avoid my homework" you chuckled. "Glad I didn't" Tony hummed in response.

"What are you doing up anyway?" Tony asked. "Isnt it your bedtime?"

"Bedtime?" you deadpanned. "I'm not a child and I was just done with homework"

"Do you mind if you take half of these?" Tony sheepishly asked. You furrowed your eyebrows.

You wanted to say no but you feel bad about it. But if you say yes, you're gonna have a hard time finishing all your dues.

"I still have homework to do, Uncle Tony" you declined kindly.

"It's just half of it," Tony said taking the half from his stack of papers. "Here" he handed you the papers and you hesitantly looked at it.

"But-"

Before you could protest Tony was off running away from half of his duties.

"I don't even know how to do these" you sighed.

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You didn't even know it was morning until Wanda decided to knock on your door and say breakfast was ready. If that was Sam he would say 'you look like shit'. Which was true, the bags under your eyes and the gloomy tired gaze you have. You're burnout.

You head down and eat what you wished you would eat fast. But even your hands won't cooperate. You ended up playing with the food instead of putting it in your mouth.

"Y/n, can you pass the salt? Please?" Steve asked.

"Y/n?"

You zoned out. You know what this means. You can feel it coming. It's like when you need to sneeze and you just know it's gonna come.

"Honey, are you alright?" Wanda asked.

Before you could fall to the ground Steve caught you. Your body was jerking uncontrollably your eyes were at the back of your head and you looked..

"What's happening?" Sam asked. "Is she possessed?" he asked panickily.

"Call Bruce"

"NO! CALL NAT!"

"SHE'S ON A MISSION"

"CALL 911"

"WE'RE AVENGERS?!"

"Who am I gonna call?" Peter confusingly asked.

"CALL BRUCE AND NAT!!"

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You woke up in a different room. It was the medbay and you could hear the heated argument between your mom and maybe.. Steve or.. Was it Sam.

"We panicked, okay?" Sam argued.

"YOU PANICKED? YOU'VE BEEN ON A BATTLE FIELD AND EVERYTHING THATS MUCH SCARIER AND YOU PANICKED?" Nat shouted.

"Mom-"

"Y'all are an idiot! You could have killed my daughter! You didn't know basic first aid?" She ranted.

"Mom, tone it down" you whispered.

Natasha hurriedly looked at you. "Oh you're up" she sighed in relief. "I'm sorry you had to wake up hearing that" she carefully caressed your cheeks.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Mhm," you assured. "Just tired."

"You need rest, okay? I'll help you with your homework when you're all rest up."

"But-"

"No buts"

"Fine" you rolled your eyes. Your mom moved to get out of the room and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"Scolding Tony's ass" she replied casually.

"No no no no" you protest and it was the redhead's turn to furrow her eyebrows.

"I want you here" you patted the mattress and smiled knowingly. "I need mama cuddles"

"Fine," she feign exasperated.

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separatedleoau · 1 year

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I'm pairing these together because they are kind of related

Prices? not really, he did give one his blue scarf and gave in to addinig blue accents to his uniform because he likes blue

As One grew up Draxum kept track of his growth and his physical needs, how much he needs to eat, to sleep, etc. etc. So he he build up a special diet so One can have all the nutrients he needs. What exactly? I have no idea lmao

The turtle pellets is fun so yeah, as a very small turtle that's probably all he are, but as he grew bigger he was proven to need more than that. Also now I'm imagining One snaking on turtle pellets so is canon now that he keeps some around to snack on

there was a post with a whole "anatomical study" of the rise turtles and I think it mentioned something about how it would make sense for them to eat so much pizza because they need a lot of carbs on their diet or something like that. idk if it would actually make sense but it resonated with me and made me go "yeah, canon now" so yeah, I guess his diet does consist in a lot of carbs but whatever Draxum considers more "healthy"

(I'm gonna try to find that post to link it here)

As a kid he wasn't really allowed to eat candy (the goyles still gave him some if he kept quiet and didn't tell the boss), for the most part he is actually very disciplined when it comes to keeping his diet (occasionally breaking it because of the goyles bad influence and later on because of the Mad Dogs)

And Draxum does let him eat whatever he wants on Fridays, he chooses pizza most of the time but he also goes to the Hidden City's market sometimes to pick something up with the goyles.

Baby One my beloved

One mimicking the goyles is adorable and it fits into the "he learnt to call Draxum "Boss" from them" thing I've already said so yeah!

As adorable as him leting them sleep on his bed is, the little menace would see them on the doggy bed, think is comfy and climb there and kick the goyles out and claim the bed as his. This happened multiple times, the goyles always ended up kicking him out of there

One trying to eat the goyles? no. the goyles trying to eat tiny One? yes

Draxum would just put him somewhere he could not get out from (baby jail lmao) and leave him there until One's tantrum passed. Sometimes he would leave him there for hours while One cried his little heart out :(

I've already talked a bit about this here but I have ✨New Thoughts✨ so this is One's insomnia part 2: electric boogaloo or as I like to call it "is not a bug, is a feature"

Basically since Draxum lost his other experiments, One becomes the "standard" of what he could have got from the other turtles and any other mutation experiment with Lou's DNA he wished could have make.

While growing up Draxum realized One was developing at the same rate a human would would, so he would compare what a human should be able to do and andure at those ages with One.

As One grows and his problems with sleep start showing uo, Draxum at first would try to force him to keep his usual sleeping schedule, but then realizes One's sleeping "problems" could not be a problem at all, it migh be a result from the mutation he had not contemplated.

He made the mutagen specifically to create an army and what's best than having soldiers who can be more hours active, who don't need to waste so much time on resting or sleeping?

#slau asks #slau childhood #slau one #slau draxum #slau goyles

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gortash 1, 6, 7

zeke 3, 4, 5

(hi! i realised i had this finished but it was rotting in my drafts so i’m gonna queue this for my short absence lol.) i mean. gortash isn’t an oc but sure why not lol. you can always send me asks about him actually <3

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

just sitting still? not a problem. his problem comes with finding something like this to be an utterly wasteful way to spend your time. i think even when he gets done with work for the day earlier than planned (which doesn’t happen often because his plans are so meticulous. usually some incident like someone he was meeting with unexpectedly not being able to attend was the cause here which he. doesn’t like because interruptions in schedule bad lol) he usually finds some other way to be productive. (like spending time in his workshop or drawing for example.)

but uh. how long would he be able to sit still? if a plan of his for some reason required him to sit still and do nothing for a fucking week, he’d gnash his teeth about it but he’d be able to do that and much more—everything that’s necessary will be done. otherwise? you absolutely will not catch him just lounging around lmao.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

definitely immovable 100%. there’s just a teeny tiny problem with this—this applies to his system only, his way of viewing the world, his values and laws for himself and the laws and values he inherently imposes on others. he considers himself a man who does whatever is necessary, and more importantly the only one who is capable of actually deciding on and carrying out order. judge, jury and executioner, y’know. his word is law and his word is what he will stick to until the very end and everyone else better follow suit if they don’t want to be mentally branded as a mistake by him lol. i think he sees it as there being a universal way the world should work, which is the system of the machine with him as the core, it’s just everyone else that doesn’t see this ‘truth’ at the moment & needs fixing.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

to me, gortash is a man of the future. yes, he does so enjoy taking his trophies from past conquests and yes, he does not forget the past, dissecting and learning is a process that includes his past as well as others’ he so loves to dissect and use in his schemes, but i simply don’t see him as someone who would ever wallow in feelings like nostalgia. it’s not even that he doesn’t want to, he just doesn’t experience it in the first place.

to sort of illustrate what i mean: i think he definitely remembers his coronation to become archduke as a grand stepping stone in his plan and all, but that’s what being a man of the future and baldur’s gate’s saviour means, it’s exactly that—a stepping stone for more. he won’t simply rest on the steps now when he has so many more to climb. and when you’re at the top of the stairs, there is no need to look back either.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

not at all uhhhhhh. only joking. well. only half-joking? zeke, due to his paranoia about everything surrounding gortash, the nightmares that result from that & just his nature as someone who never fucking stops being on his feet, has insane troubles sleeping. with his severe malnutrition and lack of sleep just result in the biggest eye bags known to man. more like eye trenches or whatever.

anyways, the solution is just uhm. going so hard until he eventually passes out and then repeat that process. 😬. later on when he does finally trust his companions enough to eat a bit around them, shadowheart laces his food with a sleeping potion because she hasn’t seen him rest for more than half an hour consecutively and he understandably gets triggered (gortash never put mind-altering drugs into zeke’s food, stuff made him sick for example was what was commonly used instead, because he needs him to be aware of his own suffering to enjoy it, but. still.) because of it. so. not ideal.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust? & 5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

i’m just gonna combine these into one bigger answer hope that’s okay 👍 so, every single thing starts out with lots of mistrust from zeke lmao. and yes, i don’t just mean every person, i mean everything, even objects he has never seen before or shit like that. but there’s still multiple levels of mistrust, there’s again the basic mistrust everyone gets, and then there’s mistrust as in ‘you’ve given me a sign (and this truly might be fucking nothing. it most often is nothing. this boy is insane) that you’re working for gortash and i am now immediately killing you’ 😬 and then there’s of course the ‘AAAAHHHHHH WHAT ARE YOU’ level exclusively reserved for mr gortash himself.

to gain his trust, you have to approach it a little bit like you would with a feral kitten except a lot more careful because this thing can actually kill you before you even know that he went for the killing blow if you do something wrong. you have to essentially let him sniff you out, sometimes metaphorically and sometimes literally, assure him that you’re not a threat to him. no sudden movements, loud noises or other similar actions and you’ll be good. he’ll still be on high alert, but is out of ‘kill once it gets within 10 metres’ mode lmao. and that’s basically it. building trust with him is an extremely slow, hard & painful (most often for the party that isn’t zeke) process and honestly? it’s not worth it considering YOU can never fully trust him not to suddenly feel his entire being scream to hunt & kill you. i’ve made this comparison before but it’s essentially like one of those people on taking an animal like a lynx or a chimpanzee into their home. they’ll probably get used to you and maybe even trust you, but they’re still wild animals at the end of the day. wild animals who can and will, if you’re not careful, severely hurt or even kill you if. zeke is the wild and the wild is zeke and all haha.

the methods to earn his trust and mistrust are both not very complex, but while earning his trust is a slow, never sure and stable thing, earning his mistrust is quick and very, very easy in comparison. once again, just one sign that you’re a threat, one wrong movement at the wrong time and you’re out. and this behaviour is just his base instincts as the apex predator and all. like how i described earlier, zeke also has SO many gortash related triggers on top of all that already. for example, telling him that his eyes are beautiful! they just are objectively extraordinary, so you most likely just want to genuinely compliment him! it’s rough. zeke is awful. end essay.

#bg3 #enver gortash #oc: zeke #gortash #baldur's gate 3 #gortash & zeke #the dark urge

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