#to ask God for things I know aren’t world changing important | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

g1rld1ary · 2 months

Text

you never disappointed me ; luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

part one part two part three part four

➻ synopsis: charles beckendorf wants to go out with silena beauregard more than anything. one problem: she's not allowed to date until her shrewish older sister does, so he and percy come up with a plan. (10 things I about you AU)

➻ word count: 2783

➻ warnings: swearing ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader

➻ this'll be a few chapter so this is p1!!!

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

Charles Beckendorf arrived at Camp Half-Blood when he was fifteen years old. It was a wonder he’d lasted out in the mortal world so long with his significant stature, height enough to attract monsters, but Percy — his tour guide — guessed it was probably his more reserved nature which had kept him under the radar.

“Thank God it’s you showing me around,” Was one of the first things he’d said, “When you start things like this it’s usually all the kiss-asses that greet me.” With six schools under his belt, Percy knew what he meant all too well.

“Nah man, we’re chill. And if we get this done quick then you can meet my friends, we know how to have the real fun here.”

And so they embarked on their tour, Percy dutifully pointing out all the most important places around camp. First was the Dining Pavilion, where they met Grover as he chewed on some of the tin-can remains of lunch. Then came Thalia’s Tree, under which Annabeth was drawing out a map that Charles didn’t understand in the slightest but Percy explained was a strategy for capture the flag. After that they walked past the sword fighting arena, where they caught a glimpse of Luke in the middle of a fierce duel. They both passed quickly, and Charles got the distinct impression that you weren’t supposed to interrupt Luke when he was fighting.

As the two got to the lake, Percy explaining it was where most people hung out when they had the time, Charles faltered in his steps. Percy looked back to where he was frozen and followed his sightline to Silena Beauregard and rolled his eyes.

“Who is that?” He breathed.

“Don’t even bother, bro,” Percy replied. “She’s off limits. It’s a well known fact that the Beauregard sisters aren’t allowed to date — they’re only here over the summers and their dad is crazy strict about it for some reason.”

“But she’s so—”

“Self-centred? Shallow? Silena is all looks no substance, dude. You can do better.” Percy ushered him away but Charles was still daydreaming about the beautiful Aphrodite girl.

The tour was just finishing up by the Climbing Wall when they first saw you. You held the camp record for it, and so had been delegated the responsibility of teaching the younger kids. Today though you’d had to rescue a cocky bastard from getting obliterated by lava, singeing the fabric of your camp shirt all over your left shoulder, and you were not in a good mood.

Just wanting to get back to your cabin for a change of clothes and some ambrosia, you were certainly not in the state of mind to stop and chat with a new camper. So when Percy and Charles came along blocking the whole fucking path, you didn’t hesitate to yell “Move!” Pushing past them in a huff. You wouldn’t usually be so rude, but you were pretty sure your shirt was fusing into your skin which was so not what you needed. Plus, they were in the way. Beckendorf’s bicep was warm from where you’d shoulder-checked him with your injury.

“That’s your dream girl’s older sister,” Percy snorted, used to your disagreeable personality.

“That’s Silena’s sister?” Charles asked incredulously, “But she’s…”

“A shrew? Yeah. I’d watch out for her, and kiss your dreams of going out with Silena goodbye. Now c’mon, I’ll show you to your cabin.” Charles followed mindlessly, still thinking about the two Beauregard sisters.

When people thought of you, the consensus was pretty much this: Silena Beauregard’s older sister, and the most heinous bitch at Camp Half-Blood, a title you were extremely proud of. Whilst you really didn’t think you were that bad — in fact, you considered your actions quite reasonable — younger campers cowered away when you marched through camp and the older ones rolled their eyes when you spoke. Just the way you liked it. It wasn’t exactly unusual, camp had all sorts of kids living there, not everyone was going to get along, but it was pretty unexpected for you as a daughter of Aphrodite.

You didn’t get along with most of your siblings, despite all your efforts as one of the elder campers. You thought it was ridiculous that they wouldn’t participate in camp activities, regardless of the reason. What good was having all that beauty if it was wiped off the face of the earth by a monster? There were a hundred rumours flying about to explain you and your attitude, the most popular being that you were the secret lovechild of Aphrodite and Ares, which explained your affinity for fighting and permanent bitch face. You knew better. For one you shared too many of your dad’s traits not to be his child. Plus, Aphrodite had a long history of being associated with war in Ancient Greece which everyone at camp just conveniently forgot in favour of writing her children off as useless and vain. You hated it, and you refused to be who they wanted.

Even your favourite sibling was the polar opposite to you. Silena was a few years younger than you, and by all accounts was the model of a perfect Aphrodite child. Gorgeous, of course, and usually kind and patient. In your opinion, she was kind of annoying and self-absorbed, but you chose to believe she meant well so you could keep tolerating her. You didn’t know how the only two blood-related siblings in your cabin could be so different from one another, but it had been that way since you were fourteen and she was twelve.

You had made it back to your cabin, and your shoulder was all bandaged up after your shower. You were just flipping through The Bell Jar, your latest novel, when Silena came stomping into the cabin, waving a letter frantically through the air. You could assume what it was about.

“This is so unfair!” Silena whined, “Daddy doesn’t even know Ethan!” Ethan was the new boy Silena had been obsessed with recently, writing incessantly to your father in an attempt to get him to take back the no dating rule.

“What, can’t go swap spit with the vermin of the earth?” You exaggerated a pout. She sneered at you in the mirror.

“Worse. Now he’s saying I can’t date until you do, so now I’m going to die a stupid old virgin because of you!” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Have you ever considered there’s more to life than finding a boyfriend? Or, big shock I know, maybe I’m just not interested in the sweaty, uninspired pigs that are supplied here?”

“You suck!” She huffed, turning on a kitten heel and barging out of the cabin.

“You suck!” You mocked, turning back to your book. You knew Silena was really pissed at you for being so stubborn, but you hated the thought of changing your opinions over a man of all things.

Silena, in her frustration, was wandering around Camp Half-Blood to let off some steam. Charles, fresh from a kayaking lesson, spotted her across the beach and scrambled to catch up to her. Remembering what Percy told him about her not participating in many of the camp’s activities, he came up with the idea to offer his help to finish a project in the forges to get Chiron off her back. Silena seemed surprised but happy enough to agree, and Charles was ecstatic.

“She’s agreed to go to the forges with me!” He told Percy excitedly, and Percy raised an eyebrow.

“Do you even know how to weld?”

“Well, no, but I will!” As much as Percy liked the new kid, he was definitely a handful.

Charles’ first session with Silena didn’t go exactly as he’d hoped. She showed up already looking bored, and not keen to start off with a simple sword as he’d proposed. Soon he gave up with any welding, choosing instead to try and get her know better.

“If you’re not really into this we could try something else? I saw someone welding some metal flowers, you know, for like a date?” That caught her attention.

“Are you asking me on a date?” At his shy nod Silena couldn’t contain her slight laugh. “That is so cute! What’s your name again?” Charles told her quietly.

“Well, my Dad’s just changed our family rule — I can date when my sister does.”

“That’s great! So all you’ve gotta do is find someone who’ll date her!”

“One problem, Cameron-”

“Charles.”

“My sister is, like, totally antisocial?”

“Yeah, but people jump out of planes and stuff all the time! It could be, like, extreme dating!”

They both looked across the forge where you were working, fixing up your favourite sword after an Ares kid had done quite a number on it. You had on both your signature outfit and expression — long, practical jorts with your camp shirt tied in a knot and a dangerous bitch face.

“The oversized look is out, Beauregard, didn’t you read last month’s Vogue?” Ethan was hovering around you, trying his hardest to get a rise out of you in front of his friends.

“Run along, dickwad.” You refused to blow up at him, knowing it would only be used to make you look hysterical and unbalanced later. Plus, Ethan would get bored sooner or later and find someone else to taunt.

As Charles recounted this story to Percy later that night at the bonfire, all Percy could do was groan.

“Charles — Charlie — I really wanna like you, man, but this is probably the most stupid thing you could have done. I know they’re hot, but it’s not even worth getting involved with one Beauregard sister, and you’ve just gotten yourself tangled with both — and not in the way that most guys dream about.” Charles flushed at the innuendo.

“I think you’re wrong about Silena, I think she’s worth it. I just have to figure out how I can set her sister up with another guy.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Percy laughed, hitting Charles’ knee twice before turning away to talk to Annabeth. Charles spent the rest of the night trying to hatch a plan.

Early the next morning he got Percy on board, albeit very reluctantly. Percy brought Charles over to every single guy he could think of in your age range, begging them to take you out. The responses varied from a nervous shake of the head to Travis Stoll laughing in both boys’ faces.

“Why would I go looking for a kick in the balls?” He asked, still wheezing from his initial outburst.

They found themselves once again at the bonfire, both disheartened. Percy at having wasted a day all for this new guy he barely knew, and Charles that he was no closer to getting a date with Silena. Finally, somewhat eager to get this distraction over with, Percy came up with an idea.

“What about you just pay someone to go out with her?” He asked, and Charles considered the idea for a minute, it wasn’t half bad.

“I have literally no money,” He settled on finally, and Percy rolled his eyes.

“So you get someone else to do it for you,” He suggested, and Annabeth joined the conversation with suspicious interest.

“Like a backer?” She asked, at Percy’s nod she bit her lip, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, guys, it seems like it could really backfire on you. I mean, what if she finds out? I heard she once tied a camper to the lava wall just for looking at her wrong.”

“She won’t find out! I mean she only has to date so Silena can, it doesn’t have to be a long term thing. She goes on enough dates for it to qualify, then they break up while it’s still casual and I can go out with Silena!” Charles explained excitedly, but Annabeth still looked skeptical.

“Plus, if we have a backer, none of the blame will go to my man Charlie here,” Percy added helpfully, which swayed Annabeth a little.

“Okay, well be careful,” She said, leaving for the dining hall to be distanced from the plot.

Percy thought the answer to who the backer would be was pretty obvious. Whilst most of the boys at Camp Half-Blood wanted to sleep with Silena, Ethan White was both rich and desperate enough to agree to it. Plus when Percy Jackson was telling you you’d look great with a girl, you generally listened.

All that was left was to find someone to set you up with. The boys used the bonfire to scope out their options, but it wasn’t looking good. For one, you didn’t even show up to bonfires if you could help it, and it was anyone’s guess what you did instead. Rumours said blood sacrifices but Percy was almost completely sure that was a lie. Truthfully you were sitting up on the roof of the Aphrodite cabin, enjoying the peace and quiet of the camp when no one else was around.

They were about to give up, Percy trying to find the right words to let Beckendorf down easy, when they saw Luke. Luke, with his brooding eyes and his cigarette, sitting on his own at the bonfire with headphones connected to a mortal mp3 player. Luke, who had never quite been the same since he returned from his quest — rumours swirling about the horrors he’d faced that he refused to speak on.

“I think we’ve found our man.”

It was easy to convince Ethan to get on board, he was so overconfident in himself and his looks he would never suspect that Percy or Beckendorf had any ulterior motives. It was equally enjoyable to watch Ethan try and approach Luke to get the plan in motion. Percy and Beckendorf were sitting with Percy’s friends on the beach the very first time Ethan spoke to Luke. He was all macho confidence, still trying to play the tough guy. Luke looked up at him from his place sitting on a rock, barely moving his head to give him any attention. The moment of eye contact meant Ethan knew Luke had seen him speaking, and the abrupt walking away communicated his absolute lack of interest. It took a gargantuan effort from Percy not to burst out laughing then and there.

The second conversation went a bit smoother. Ethan had a metaphorical tail between his legs, temporarily giving up his ego to be the smaller person in the conversation. That got Luke’s attention, having known Ethan and his antics for years at that point. And then Ethan explained his plan. Luke couldn’t contain his laughter — a sound Camp Half-Blood was rarely graced with anymore.

“Yeah sure, Sparky,” He laughed, almost wheezing in an uncharacteristic show of emotion.

“Look,” Ethan stressed, “I can’t take out Silena until her sister starts dating — their Dad is super strict and has this rule—”

“Touching story, not my problem.” Luke moved to put his earbud back in when Ethan stopped him.

“Could it be your problem if I provided generous compensation?” Luke had forgotten Ethan’s mother was filthy rich. He looked him dead in the eye.

“You’re going to pay me to take out some chick? How much?” He asked, entirely disbelieving.

“Twenty bucks” They both looked down at you on the volleyball courts, spiking a ball into a girl’s stomach with so much force she keeled over on the ground. You had the decency to look mildly apologetic while the opposing team glared at you.

“Fine. Thirty.”

“Let’s see,” Luke smiled something devious. “If I’m taking her out it means leaving camp. That’s a lot of risk I’m pursuing for you, plus the costs of taking to her somewhere — the movies maybe. And you know inflation lately, let’s say seventy-five bucks.”

“This isn’t a negotiation, burnout.”

“Fifty bucks and we’ve got a deal, Fabio,” Luke countered, knowing he had the upper hand. He had nothing to lose. Reluctantly, Ethan forked out a fifty. All that was left was for Luke to get you to go out with him, how hard could that be?

#giasfics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀#love #luke castellan #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo series #percy jackson show #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan imagines #percy jackson #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv series

864 notes · View notes

edenmemes · 1 year

Text

resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this...for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you...but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second... ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn...i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened...i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ �� this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. ❞ ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork...doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question...have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞

#rp meme #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters

859 notes · View notes

vampykween · 5 months

Text

Second Chances (part 2)

summary: little poppy is simon riley’s entire world and you’ve just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you’re with each other. cw: mentions of character death a/n: i wanted to dive into Simon and Poppy's backstory with this part so reader isn't really present in this but, i felt like it was important to establish some backstory ☻ this slightly proofread, but forgive me if there are any mistakes wc: 1789 part 1

Although his face doesn't show it, Simon is thrilled listening to Poppy talk his ear off on the walk home from school. He wouldn't dare admit he spent the whole day busying himself with household tasks to keep his mind from wandering to his little girl. As soon as they cross the threshold of their home Poppy is off like a shot, shrugging off her backpack and kicking off her black mary janes. Simon sighs fondly, hangs her backpack up on its hook, and deposits her shoes in their rightful spot on the shoe rack. One day he’ll get her to do it herself, but for now, he’s content with trailing after her and picking up every little thing she drops if it means she’ll always stay this young and innocent.

When he rounds the corner he’s met with the sight of Poppy scribbling on a large sheet of paper - her brand new box of crayons strewn across the living room table - and the sound of her favorite cartoon; which Simon finds mind-numbing but he grins and watches with her when she asks because he’ll be damned if he doesn't make her feel like the things she likes aren’t important to him.

“Whatcha working on there, lovie?” Simon asks with genuine curiosity, he hadn't expected her to come home with any work to do already. The young girl gestures to her crafts, “We’re making family trees at school, I’m a little bit stuck though daddy, I don't know who to put on the tree.” She pouts at him from her spot on the floor and Simon is hit with a wave of grief for the life his daughter could’ve had.

Six years ago

“Oh my god, Simon, are you even listening to me?!” Amelia snapped in Simon’s face as he zoned out on the couch. His body was firmly planted in their living room, but his mind wasn't. Pregnant. The word bounced around his brain like a pinball machine, he’s suddenly brought back to the present at the sound of his girlfriend's sobbing.

“God, I'm right in front of you and it’s like we're not even in the same room. I beg you time and time again to just be present with me, and you act like it’s so fucking hard.” Amelia hiccups and frustratedly wipes at her eyes, “if you don't want this tell me now, cause it’s hard enough feeling like you don't even love me, I can't imagine handling you not loving our child either.”

Simon turns sharply in her direction at her admission, he knows it’s rocky between them he’s no idiot, but to hear her say that he doesn’t love her, or wouldn't love their child fucking tears him up. He takes her hands in his, and tugs gently until she meets his eyes.

“Em, you have to know that I do love you, and hell I’m scared out of my mind right now, but god please don’t think for a second that I wouldn't love our child.” He pulls her into his arms and strokes her hair gently until her cries subside.

“I'm so scared Simon, you and I are not okay. What if that never changes?” Amelia asks somberly. She couldn't remember the last time she wasn't griping at Simon for something, or Simon giving her the silent treatment and storming off for hours at a time. She knew a baby wouldn't change that, hell it had been five years already and they still weren’t married. The wishful part of her hoped that Simon would say that he was going to change for good and that they would fix their relationship and become a happy family.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise yeah?” Simon had a way of looking at her like she was his world and for just a moment Amelia believed that everything would be okay.

Unsurprisingly things were not okay, Amelia woke in the middle of the night grasping her large bump in pain. She regrets her decision to make Simon sleep in the guest bedroom because now her options are to attempt to waddle and wake up her boyfriend? Baby daddy? Things were tense and she wasn't sure what they were anymore. The months she’s spent growing their little bundle of joy have been hellish; being pregnant exacerbated Amelia’s growing disdain for Simon and made every transgression seem far worse than ever before.

“God, Em, just let me do it. I don't need you hurting yourself.”

“Piss off Simon, I'm not a baby. I can handle building a crib by myself.”

Simon rolls his eyes but doesn't move from his spot in the doorway. Pretty much any conversation with his girlfriend was an argument waiting to happen. They both swore they would make it work, but it seemed like the longer time went on the more they were at each other’s throats.

Amelia braves the idea of trying to make it to Simon’s room when a contraction subsides. She trudged down the hallway to his room and pushed on his shoulder roughly to rouse him.

“Simon. Simon, wake up.”

“What do ya want,” he questions groggily, still half asleep.

“The baby’s fucking coming, get up. I'm dying in pain over here.”

He shoots up at her words, panic settling into his bones as he realizes that this is it. They were about to come home with a baby, they were seriously going to be parents. He smiles brightly at her in the dark room, only slightly lit by the moonlight because Simon still hadn't put up the curtains she asked him to. Amelia wanted to tell him to wipe the stupid grin off his face because she was pissy and in excruciating pain, but a part of her couldn't help but smile too. Maybe they would come home with their little bundle of joy and everything would be different.

The sound of small cries fills the hospital room and Simon is sure he’s never cried so hard in his life.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” the nurse says as she lays the tiny baby on Amelia's chest. She smiles down at their little girl, but it’s wobbly and the color is rapidly draining from her face. Before he could have a second to even bask in, what he’s sure is the best moment of his life, the sound of machines beeping erratically and the flurry of nurses surrounding Amelia has him paralyzed with fear.

The sterile smell of the hospital was burning his nostrils with every shaky breath he inhaled. They kept saying something about Amelia losing too much blood and that they needed to act fast and a million other things, but it felt as if his ears were filled with cotton and his head was trapped underwater. Simon’s heart was beating like a hummingbird trapped in a cage; he couldn't handle losing another person he loved. Why was it that everyone around him seemed to be viciously ripped from him?

Poppy, the name they had decided on just a few short days ago, was on the verge of having no mother and a grief-addled skeleton for a father. His lungs couldn’t hold enough air and suddenly he felt dizzy, he thought for a moment about what it would be like to let this day be his end too. But he then thought of his little girl growing up, traumatized from being abandoned as soon as she entered the world. Simon was not a man made of tears, but he found himself shedding them freely in the cold, hard hospital chairs as he waited to see if his entire world was about to come crashing down. He chides himself for all the arguments they had had recently, he can't even remember the last time he told Em that he loved her. He did love her, even if he wasn't able to love her the way she so desperately wanted him to.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor comes out where he’s sat, and he feels his throat constrict at the look on her face.

“Mr. Riley, we did everything we could…”

Whatever she says after doesn't even register because he feels like the room is spinning and he can't breathe and he's going to die he’s sure of it. What did he do to deserve the cards he had been dealt? How was he supposed to go home and take care of his daughter and act like he didn't have to plan on how he was going to bury her mother?

Simon is hit with flashes of the future of all these he knows nothing about like periods, relationships, and all the things a little girl wants her mother for.

At that very moment, Simon had nothing but Poppy. He wanted to lock himself in his home and never face the light of day again, but he knew that for her, he needed to be her everything. And that meant, trudging through every painful, sinister day so she never feels anything short of loved irrevocably.

The shrill sound of Poppy crying has been Simon’s soundtrack for the better part of the day now. As if the small infant knows he’s inadequate, and most definitely not her mother, she wails loudly no matter what he does to soothe her.

Amelia would know what to do, she was always the type to have her nose buried in parenting books, and if Simon even had a moment's peace maybe he’d pick one up. That unfortunately meant going into her bedroom, not even their bed because they had been fighting and sleeping in separate rooms right before their daughter was born. The door at the end of the hall has been closed since he got home from the hospital a week ago. Every time he thinks he’s ready to brave the room, his stomach twists in knots so tight he has to remind himself he’s okay and that he’s alive.

Simon rocks his newborn gently in his arms as he sinks into the couch, sighing at the way he can still smell a hint of her mother’s perfume. He’d give anything to have Amelia ripping into him right now, just to hear the sound of her voice.

He looks down at Poppy, who magically has granted him a reprieve from her sobs, and smiles softly at her. “You look just like your mother, ya know that? You’ve got a bit of my ugly mug in there too, but your eyes? That’s all her.” The baby blinks up at him and Simon leans down and kisses the crown of her head gently. “It’s just gonna be you and I kid, but I promise I'll do my very best with ya.”

taglist: @darkravenqueen98 @jupiternighties @lunamoonbby @happy-mushrooms @yyiikes @liliumbosniacum @fluffymaxsworld

banners from @reveriesources and @cafekitsune pic creds: @ave661

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #dad!ghost #dad!simon #oc: poppy #cw: character death #second chances au #mic writes

298 notes · View notes

what-even-is-thiss · 8 months

Note

could you share your thoughts on Christianity and the lgbt community? Not in a like "'oh yeah well how are you this and that if you're REALLY Christian"' kind of way, I'm asking from the perspective of someone who's been struggling with their spirituality because I don't know how I can believe and god and also be gay. Feel free not to answer this though, you shouldn't have to explain yourself to random people every time you mention your religion

There’s not a lot of mentions of what we would consider to be homosexuality in the Bible. Paul mentions it most explicitly but there’s some important things to remember about Paul. First, he’s just some guy. He did important work spreading the religion but that doesn’t mean that he’s right about everything. Second, his only exposure to homosexuality likely came from the Roman elite. And the way they did it usually involved raping slave boys and hiring young prostitutes. They didn’t usually have same sex relations in the way we think of them now. Men didn’t generally have romantic relationships with each other into adulthood and a full adult citizen being passive during sex was considered to be scandalous. Any actual romantic relationships between adults of the same sex were likely kept secret or at least weren’t talked about loudly. So Paul is living in this environment. And people aren’t completely separate from the environments they live in.

For the most part stuff in the Bible that’s translated as condemning homosexuality is referring to certain cultural practices common in the Mediterranean at the time that we also wouldn’t like today. Such as pederasty, also known as a romanticized form of pedophilia that even people at the time in cultures that practiced it heavily criticized. Consenting adults often did have romantic or sexual relations together but they weren’t commonly open about it.

Overall, the Bible just doesn’t have much to say about liking someone of the same gender if you look at instances outside of things alluding to some of the worse stuff the Greeks and Romans did. So if the Bible doesn’t say much about it, that leaves it up to us to logically deduce our personal feelings about it.

Okay. So what are the two main commandments Jesus gives us? Love your neighbor as yourself, and love god with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. Basically: love God, love others, love yourself. These are said to be the rules that all other commandments stem from and supersede all other commandments in terms of importance.

So. Does being queer stop you from loving God? Loving others? Loving yourself?

Science is real. It helps us learn more and more about the universe God created all the time and science has proven time and time again that being queer isn’t a choice and that people are happier when they live more authentically.

God made you the way you are. You cannot control whether you’re queer or not. So it’s not a mistake in you that can be “fixed”. If humans were made in the image of God, you too are an image of God. So some tiny part of God, however small, looks like you. All of you. Including the queer parts.

So then. Are you loving God? Including the parts of God that are like you? Are you loving your fellow humans? Including your fellow lgbt humans? Are you doing your best to love yourself? Every part of yourself?

I don’t take the Bible fully literally. You can’t. It contradicts itself constantly. But even if you did, the world it was written for and the society that made the oral traditions it was based on no longer exist. At least not in the exact same way they once did. What the Bible does have in it is stories that can give us examples and have informed the formation of our culture as Christians. Christianity has changed a lot over the last 2,000 years. Many forms of it have come and gone. Ultimately it’s up to us as modern Christians what kind of world we want to be apart of and contribute to and what culture we want to make among ourselves. I can’t pretend to know the true nature of God but I do know that God inspires me to reduce suffering and speak up for injustice where I can.

Ultimately your interpretation is up to you. But I personally don’t see needless self flagellation over something you can’t control as an act of justice or love. Just a form of self torture that’s ultimately not adding much to the world. Adding some of your own happiness to the world in my opinion isn’t a problem.

If you want to know how being queer has affected my faith, I’ve never doubted for a second that being lgbt+ is fine. To be honest I’ve been more afraid of secular society not accepting me than God. God and I have wrestled before, but almost never over that. I am how I am and if God didn’t want me to be this way he probably wouldn’t have flipped the gay switch in my brain.

#roman said a thing #religion mention

265 notes · View notes

ebrysteria · 1 year

Text

Temptation

Kang the conqueror x (fem) reader

SUMMARY: you found Kang a while back when his ship crashed, you offered to help him and you've now known each other for months. You go out to try and seduce someone for an important part to fix it but he cant help but get jealous even if its just an act... Warnings: Smut 18+, wrap before you tap, jealous Kang, understanding of feelings, fingering, unprotected PnV (be responsible guys), giving into temptation

Note: So I went onto tumblr and searched for Kang fics and there were none at all?! I decided to write my own but this is my first ever time writing so please let me know if you enjoy it, I might make a part 2 and comment any suggestions on what you want me to write next.

———-

Nothing much surprised you down here anymore. It was all the same really. Landing in the quantum realm 20 years ago had changed you. Your way of living and scavenging to survive.

Most of the civilians weren’t that bothered by your arrival but many were sceptical. They were scared of an outsider being in their realm and many didn’t trust you. You couldn’t blame them though as you would feel the same if someone with no resemblance to you at all suddenly started living in your own home.

You got used to your way of living, you learnt how to hunt for food and supplies. You’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much.

But what you haven’t seen since you arrived was a ship come crashing down from the outer world. Naturally you were curious grabbing supplies just in case whatever it could be was dangerous. What you didn’t expect was it to be a man, around the same age as you.

He didn’t look like most of the people in the realm, he was different. He had deep scars running down each side of his face, travelling all the way just to the top of his plump lips.

He stood by his ship taking in his environment as you watched him, he seemed annoyed? Angry? You weren’t too sure. You didn’t know his motives so you decided to just observe.

“Damn you idiots, I’ll be back you can’t keep me here forever” he mumbled to himself whilst staring down his ship. It was smoking and in bad condition. It barely even looked like a ship with the state that it was in.

A loud screech emerged from in front of him, whatever it was was obscured by his body but you caught a glimpse of blue creatures lunging themselves at him.

You quickly aimed your blaster at the things, praying you wouldn’t accidentally hit the man. You quickly shot the creatures off of him rushing over.

“oh my god are you okay?” you asked offering your hand to pull him up.

He eyed you quizzically while dusting himself off.

“just about, thank you” he grabbed your arm as you pulled him up.

“I saw your ship come crashing down, I didn’t expect it to be a human from the outside world. You are human right?” You looked him up and down.

He wore an armour that consisted of purple and blue colours. Well what was left of the armour, it was damaged, torn and practically falling apart. Whatever happened to him must have been hurt.

“Yes very much human” he smiled chuckling slightly. “Why? Are you not human yourself?

You grinned at him, loosening the grip you had on your blaster slowly placing it in your blaster holder on your hip.

“Yes I am human, most inhabitants here aren’t, they all speak their own language and most were born here unlike us”

“Unlike us?” He said looking you up and down.

“Well yes I wasn’t born here, I broke open a gateway when experimenting with time. I didn’t expect to end up here.” you said quietly, you didn’t speak much of your past with anyone. If they knew what really happened you’re life would be over. “Besides, it doesn’t matter now I’ve gotten used to the way of living in this treacherous hell hole” you gestured to your surroundings as he looked around.

He didn’t look too surprised with his surroundings, he looked more uncomfortable. Then you realised you were still out in the open when any more threats could arise by the minute.

“Yes well this place isn’t on my bucket list of places I would like to visit” he looked back at his ship, crouching down next to it. He pulled open a panel and smoke puffed up into his face. “God damn it”

“What’s wrong?”

“My ship, it’s broken and I can’t power it. If I can then this would be my ticket out of here.”

“Wait you’re saying that thing can travel outside realms?!” you were shocked, no one had technology that advanced except from the people you worked for before your life got turned upside down.

He got back up turning to you.

“Well yes if it was working”

You looked around, it wouldn’t take too long for you to make it back home on foot. You don’t usually accept strangers into your home but he was human and you felt empathetic for the man

“hey the place I’m staying at isn’t that far from here, do you want to come with me just for tonight. I have a spare room and food. It’s just something to get you back on your feet before you figure out what you’re going to do next” you suggested. It would be nice to have some company as living alone for 20 years hasn’t done the best for you. It was a lot safer than staying somewhere with the other inhabitants but the isolation got painful at times.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I don’t even know your name yet

“My name is Y/n” you said whilst turning around beginning to walk. He quickly began trailing behind.

“Okay y/n lead the way”

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours” you said stopping turning around to raise your eyebrows.

He extended his hand outwards to you.

“Kang”

You reached for his hand, it was soft and he shook gently it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Kang” you said softly smiling.

——————

Turns out it wasn’t just one night.

He happily accepted his room and you got used to living together, it had been 6 months since he had moved in. You decided to help him repair his ship agreeing that he would help you out of here as well and during this you two got closer. You often went out to the market to find spare parts while he helped you around your home. He cooked you wonderful meals and if you didn’t know better it seemed as if he cared for you. You managed to extend your living space to accompany the two of you. The only thing you really had to share was the bathroom as you only ever had one considering you weren’t used to living with someone. But it wasn’t a problem. You both had your own schedules and you worked well together.

You stared at yourself in the mirror humming. Tonight was important. There had been one particular piece for his ship that was very rare to come by and Kang was beginning to feel hopeless when you told him that material like that was unlikely to come by in the quantum realm but you had heard through the market-place that a man named Quaz was actually in possession of some. You planned to speak with him tonight. You didn’t want to say you were going to seduce him but you were determined to get the piece for the ship as it was unlikely you would ever have an opportunity like this again.

You ran your hands down, smoothing out your white long silk dress. You wanted to be humble but you did look good. There was never really much reason to dress up in the quantum realm so it felt nice to have some sort of normality in your life. You hand came up to the dainty necklace that hanged from your neck fixing it into place. You gave yourself one last look before opening the bathroom door.

Kang stood just outside the door and when the door opened he was shocked. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and how your skin looked exposed by the dress. You felt him drag his eyes down your figure. He quickly looked back up and went to open his mouth but he quickly closed it shaking his head.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” he asked demandingly.

You were taken aback by his tone. You thought you looked good.

“I’m going to the bar, I found some good news on that impossible piece you needed for your ship. I was going to tell you but you were busy fixing your suit and I didn’t want to disturb you”

His eyes softened staring at you. It made you blush slightly.

“You- You look good please be careful” he said reaching out to run his hand down your arm.

“I always am careful you know that, this could be our chance to get out of this place, I shouldn’t waste time because we could lose our opportunity” you quickly rushed out leaving a quick kiss on his cheek and left the house.

He froze and stood there shocked. He feet were rooted to the ground. That shouldn’t have done something for him but it did. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress, how thin it looked. How easy it would be to just pull it off your shoulders. He needed to calm down.

“Get a grip” he mumbled to himself walking into the bathroom.

As he washed himself in the shower he couldn’t stop thinking, no one else should have the privilege of seeing you like that when you're out. And what if they tried to make a move on you? Or hurt you? He wouldn’t be there to help you. Every bad thought went rushing through his head until he decided he was going to go the bar to keep an eye on you. Just to keep you safe. Right?

—————

The place was busy. Busier than usual. The dance floor was filled with swaying people and flashing lights making you feel a little energised as you think back to all the enjoyable nights you’ve spent here in the past. Typically you enjoy this type of stuff. But tonight you only had one goal.

Get the piece.

You move further into the bar, looking around for your target. You have a gun hidden in your dress so if anyone tried anything you were prepared. You looked around with caution until your eyes fell on a man, slightly younger than you drowning himself in ooze. You were never a fan of the drink, maybe because the last time you were forced to drink it to be able to communicate.

You were getting distracted just staring at the man so you moved over and took the high seat next to him. He eyed you as you ordered.

“hi can I have whatever the handsome man next to me is having” you said flashing him a short and sweet smile.

He gave you a drunk smile back, running a hand over his face shuffling closer to you.

“I must say I haven’t seen you around here before, I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours” he said extending his hand “my name is Quaz”

You took it gently shaking it, lingering it slightly longer to get him interested. You gave him a made up name not wanting anything being traced back to you. He admired your dress.

“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing”

You blushed at the compliment, flirting back with him. What you didn’t realise was a certain someone coming into the bar staring at you from just beside the crowd.

---------

He didn’t know if it the fact your target was flirting with you or if it was you flirting back but jealousy began to spread within him. He tried to remain calm, reminding himself you are free to do what you want with your life but Kang couldn’t stand it. They way some random man moved closer to you, making you smile like that. It should’ve been him. Not some disgusting drunk man obviously only trying to get in your pants. He clenched his hands trying to ground himself. Seeing you two laughing together. It felt wrong even if it was just flirting.

It was worse when he saw the man begin to make advances on you. Resting his hand on you, carelessly stroking the outside of your thigh. Every time he rubbed his hand across your smooth delicate skin he felt the heat, anger and possessiveness within him getting worse. No one but him should be seeing you in this dress. You looked beautiful in it sure but it should be reserved for his eyes and his eyes only.

-----

It turns out that he doesn't keep the piece hidden at all; instead, he stores it in an ordinary old bag at his home. You almost got him where you wanted him; you joked with him in an effort to learn as much as you can about the piece. It was so simple that it was hard to believe.

"So… do you want to go out of here?" He asked softly, bringing his hand higher to the inner part of your thigh.

All contact abruptly vanished, and you swiftly turned around to see him being pushed off of you and onto the ground. Kang gives you a short glance before tightly grasping your waist.

"You touch her like that again and i wont hesitate to kill you" he spat quickly putting a bruising grip on your wrist dragging you out of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing! I almost had it! We could've gone home!!" you yelled trying to shake out of his grip.

He didn't budge staying silent, continuing to pull you along with him until you arrived at your shared home. He harshly slammed the door shut after you both walked in.

He stares at you intensely looking at you up and down almost as if he's contemplating what to say.

"Stop ignoring me and tell me what's wrong, you literally just dragged me out of there with no explanation whatsoever" you questioned first.

"Did you not see that guys hand literally touching you all over?! Its ridiculous I should've punched that smug smile off of his face"

"It was part of my plan!" you scoffed, you couldn't believe he was jealous after you literally told him you were going to get the piece.

"The piece isn't worth that much" he mumbled looking anywhere but you. He seemed- embarrassed?

You walked closer to him "I cant believe you ruined it because you were jealous"

"I am not jealous"

"sure seems like it"

He moved closer staring at you more intensely than before "I cant believe you were going to whore yourself out just for some stupid material"

"What the fuck!! I wasn't going to whore myself out" you said, quickly pulling your dress up slightly to show him the gun you had strapped to the side of your other thigh.

He just stared at your flesh for a moment. Before slowly reaching forward to remove the gun from its holder. It was only then when you realised how close you were. How you could feel his breathing as he looked down at you. It sent hot shivers within you, the warmth spreading like some sick disease. It starts in your stomach and spreads throughout your body - a hunger, a hunger to feel him, closer, that the hunger and heat transcends within you in an unexplainable way

He clicked the gun out and then threw it on the couch. "you could have gotten yourself killed" he whispered leaning down slightly lower. Your breath hitched. His eyes darting downwards as you licked your lips, you could feel a pair of warm hands rubbing over your sensitive skin of your thighs just below where the gun was, moving upwards gently.

That's when he realised what he was doing, dropping your thigh creating some distance between the two of you. "look we will find another way to get the piece okay, just go to bed now its late" he quickly muttered storming off to his room without another word.

You felt hot all over, a part of you wishing he never stopped touching you. You rushed to your room quickly closing your door thinking about what just happened. The way his hands gripped your leg so gently as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, the slight hunger that seeped into his eyes and he traced small circles along your flesh. You wondered what happened if you continued. It was making you begin to feel wet and you knew you had an attraction towards him but you never knew he could be that...

…sensual

----------

He briskly shut his door rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell was he doing. Touching you like that. He almost gave in. Temptation was getting the better of him. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, his whole chest constricting with the thought of him calling you a whore. He couldn't believe himself. But God the way you looked at him, the way you stood so close to him all would have to do is move an inch and he would have kissed you. claimed you as his, he wanted you so badly. watching you work for him everyday, determined to fix his ship. He wasn't aware that he was falling for you, but he ought to have seen the warning signs. The fact that he went out of his way more to be nice to you than he has for anyone else. Making sure you returned home safely, sneaking out to punish everyone who had ever upset you, ensuring that your favourite meals are prepared, and bringing you back to bed if you accidentally nodded off on the couch at night.

He should've kissed you then and there.

He got out of bed and began heading to your room...

----------

You keep thinking about the tension between the two of you, he couldn't leave you feeling like this otherwise the heat will swallow you whole. Pulling yourself to your feet, you swiftly get up and swing your door open.

Kang was on the other side, wide eyed, unblinking with his hand half raised in a fist as if he was going to knock. He stared down at you frozen on the spot.

He gazed at you with an intangible nature that is impossible to describe—a sense of learning something new, a revelation. Perhaps it was a knowing look but you didn't seem to care under the intense stare that he had you under.

"What do yo-"

And as you were about to inquire him you were abruptly cut off as he brought you into a searing kiss by cupping your face with his warm, soft hands and making you gasp into his mouth. You eagerly accepted the kiss, gripping onto him as he pushed you further back into your room.

He hurriedly pressed you against the wall to your right and shut the door behind him, his hands frantically and needily roaming your body desperate causing you to whimper in pleasure. He seems to never want to let go of you as he holds you between his arms, up against his chest, and against the wall. He makes it a goal to kiss every square inch of your face, imprinting every detail of it in his mind.

He lets out a moan as your nails scrape his back on his shirt, the flex of his muscles makes you blush and begin to lose balance from the lack of oxygen of him kissing you breathless, and he's ready to take most of your weight when the kiss gets heavier, deeper, your tongue frantically searching as he holds your face, never wanting to let you go.

"I couldn't stand it" he mumbles moving to the side of your neck trailing his plump lips teasingly, "i couldn't stand the way he was staring at you in this dress" his hand comes up to trail behind your back, pushing you further into him as he began to nip kisses into your neck and travelling lower to your collarbones causing your breath to become even more laboured. You felt him slowly tugging at the strings at your back of your white silk dress. "All i could think about was pulling it off in front of everyone and showing them who you really belong to" finally releasing the strings from the back causing the front of your dress to falter slowly revealing your breasts. "I would've made them all jealous making them know none of them can have you. None of them can make you feel the way i make you feel," he said then he quickly sucked on your nipple causing you to let out a soft feral noise.

"God those sounds you keep making are so pretty, keep going. Just like that" he encouraged looking up at you from your cleavage as his hand gropes at your breast. He moved his other hand shifting it down to the lower part of your body to cup you, a wet spot forming on the fabric covering you from his fingers. You whimper as he pulls your panties aside to reveal your beautiful puffy lips that are drenched from your want for him "Keep making those sounds for me" he whispered into your chest as his fingers dipped and found your clit causing your head to tilt back.

"Fuck Kang.." you whimper loudly again and he came back up to capture your whimper in a strong kiss. He traced your pussy lips with his fingers before thrusting one of them in causing you to release a loud moan. He kept pumping in and out of you adding a second finger and your whines kept getting louder and louder. You were getting so close, legs beginning to shake, your walls tightening around his two fingers as he curls them inside, making your back arch. You realised you were closer than you thought. He must have known because he removed his hand completely, placing it on your waist dragging you away from the door.

The back of your knees caught at the end of your bed as he gently pushed you onto it while removing the rest of your dress leaving you almost completely exposed to his hungry eyes.

"My god you are so beautiful" he said against your lips. In a tangle of limbs he began removing his clothes. You ground against him above you causing you to rub him enticingly. He let out a needy moan, gripping onto your hips harder as he used one hand to undo his zipper.

“Please don’t stop…” you begged, and the hand clutching your waist squeezed your flesh in an reassuring way that told you that he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t. Not when you tastes so good and sounded so angelical. Not when he needed you so bad. He had been dreaming of this for months. 6 months of pure torture of the need to be inside you and be claimed as his.

"You see what you do to me? Do you know how hard its been for me to try not to be tempted to fuck you senseless when you sat in the chair of my ship when you were fixing it.

You sat up eagerly helping him pull down his zip and rubbing over his covered crotch causing him to groan as he leaned forward into your neck to leave darker marks. “Don’t you know the power you have over me?” he groans again.

You gradually begin pulling down his pants and you become dizzy off of want from the root hairs that slowly begin to get exposed with the rest of him, it cause something dangerous inside of you to stir as you wrap your hands around him. Like an inextinguishable fire that could only be put out by him.

He releases deep, grave gasps when he bucks his hips into your hand and his sloppy lips land on back on yours as if whispering a silent prayer.

"I need to be inside of you" he moans softly against your lips pushing you back down removing your panties completely. He continues kissing you with so much passion and desire. Its been so long and he's scared that if he stops he will awake from whatever dream that is possessing his senses in a crazed manor.

He began lining himself up with your entrance and looked at you for confirmation, you nodded quickly as he gripped your hand pushing above your head against the mattress.

Slowly he began pushing inside.

You sobbed in response to the sensation, reaching out for his back with your free hand and scraping your nails against his skin as you felt the sting of pain that accompanied the pleasure. Your back arched and he leaned into you moaning.

"You feel so good. Fuck.." you moaned tilting your head back further into the pillow.

He removed his hand from yours and gripped your waist plunging into you further making your eyes roll back.

"I want you to remember the way that I'm fucking you right now, no one will ever fuck you the way I do will they?" he smirked from above you.

You nodded back frantically biting you lips creating them all wet and swollen.

"Use your words love" he said while brining up a hand to clasp your chin to make you look at him. He saw the hunger in your eyes. The way he was making you feel.

"No one will fuck me the way you do" you moaned loudly as he picked up his pace. Both of your moans and whines loud with the slick lewd sounds of skin connecting.

You were getting so close, you could feel the coil begin to tighten as he pounded harder into you. Your nails dug deeper as his hips began to snap into you. "Always so kind to me, so beautiful…"

Each of his now sharp and rapid thrusts silenced your whimpers and groans. There was no room between the two of you, and you could feel it in the way he kissed you and the way he fucked you into the mattress. You could also feel it in the way his hands held your hips and hurt them as he drew you impossibly close to him.

"Kang fuck I'm close" you moan gripping onto him tighter as your legs begin to shake.

"give it to me, give it to me baby. Cum for me please, please, please, Fuck"

You moan loudly clenching around his cock as it his you. You feel euphoric as your vision clouds from the intensity of your orgasm.

As your pussy clenches him it caused his cock to twitch and white spurts of cum go up washing inside of you. Painting your walls with him. You milk him as he slows down pushing the cum further back into you until he eventually pulls out. He looks down at you and sees your fucked out droopy eyes.

He gets up from you leaving the bedroom, you go to call out for him to stay but your throat hurts from the loudness of your moans.

Not much longer he returns with a cloth crouching down to clean you up gently, staring into your eyes with a promise of him not leaving. He kisses your inner thighs before putting the cloth back in the bathroom and coming back to your room.

He comes beside you lifting you under the covers with him, he cradles your cheek like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen while he leans back and pushes the hair out of your face, straightens your brows, he kisses your lips softly, giving you fatigued tiny pecks here and there till you are content and can feel him forever.

Your heart stopped when one of his arms surrounded your waist to pull you closer and against his chest. You looked down and realized that he had folded everything including your dress so that neither of you would stumble over it the next day, rather than getting dressed. When you stared at him, It was then that you noticed it in his eyes. This desire, this affection, which he has never permitted himself to express to you. His touch still makes you feel buzzy and electrified.

You nuzzled closer into him, maybe life in this realm wasn't as bad as you thought...

-------------

A/N: so how was that? I hope you enjoyed it, please comment if you do and comment any suggestions you may have for me to write.

#kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #kang smut #kang imagine #kang the conqueror smut #jonathan majors x reader #kang the conqueror #kang one shot #kang the conqueror fic #ant man quantumania #he who remains

695 notes · View notes

aurora-daily · 1 month

Text

AURORA talks ‘What Happened To The Heart?’: “Apathy is the biggest enemy to progress”

youtube

AURORA in the interview for NME by Andrew Trendell (March 29th, 2024)

NME: Hello AURORA. Why did you start on this journey of trying to understand the symbolism of the heart?

AURORA: “The world has grown so accustomed to being apathetic. The truth has never been easier to share, but it’s also never been easier to manipulate either. AI was created without our consent; nobody asked us the people if we were ready to have something that big being thrown upon us. Now, so many things are going to change, which I don’t think we can yet grasp.

“Another true form of power is to manipulate people, to embarrass people, to lie; there’s so much that you can do with it that’s dangerous. People are so used to becoming overflooded by misinformation and information, and sadly we’re looking to our influencers and celebrities to tell us what we’re supposed to know about political things instead of reading about it or listening to true experts on the matter.

“Of course, I’m very vocal about things so I do think it’s important as a ‘person with a voice’ or whatever to show people what you stand for, but to be the only arrow for people to show them what they mean – that’s dangerous, as hell!”

Ah, that’s grim…

“I have a lot of hope, but I’m really concerned that everyone’s necks are fucked, everyone is hurting, everyone is tired and depressed. It’s fashionable to joke about nihilism and suicide. We have really lost touch with something that we used to have, and it was really beautiful.”

The last time we spoke was just before the release of ‘The Gods We Can Touch’, fresh after COVID when there was an air of optimism and change afoot after the activism brought on by George Floyd’s murder and a lot of talk about how we relate to each other and the planet. You said: “It’s always a good thing when the oppressed aren’t the only ones fighting and the privileged are starting to fight as well. That’s a sign of true progress”. How you feel about that progress now?

“We aren’t meant to look at a genocide [in Gaza] happening for four months on our phones before we go to work. Because of the overflow of information, our attention span is our biggest weakness. We know how to care about something for a little bit, then we kind of lose touch with it again. Our ability to be persistent with the progress that we feel like we deserve is also weak, which is understandable. I’m not blaming us for that. It’s a very natural reaction to where we are at a species now, but we’re still being forced to become apathetic.

“Apathy is the biggest enemy to progress. But I feel that in shadows and what is not on the news, there are so many good things happening. The world is literally on fire – whether global warming, injustice, slavery in Congo, or a war that nobody can stop. The people that can, won’t, because war is also business. But amongst all of that, a lot of good things are happening too. People are proving that we’re tired of peace in that we want more than that: we want real change and liberation and real progress.

“What was peace for me and you here in London was not peace for other people out there. I’m kind of tired of peace and speeches of peace, because we deserve more than that.”

In asking ‘What Happened To The Heart?’, did you find any answers?

“I kind of did. At one point the album gets very ugly, it gets very harsh, it gets very uncomfortable – before it breaks apart. Then at the end of the album there is insight and truth that you need to go and mend all of the rules that you didn’t acknowledge for all these years.

“That’s what needs to happen. Something needs to break apart a bit. Who knows where the world is heading? The least we can do is just keep being in touch with each other and ourselves.”

But it’s not as easy as that, right?

“We’re stuck in pain and many of us don’t have the energy or the courage to begin doing the small things that can make us feel so much better on a daily basis.

“Imagine what it is to be a human today: you’re on your phone, disconnected, being lied to, being manipulated, then you see what’s wrong with the world – or you think you see it but you don’t know how to do anything about it, so you escape into something else. Imagine living in that world where everyone is supposed to feed you, help you, talk the truth to you, is just constantly bringing you into a system so that they can make money.

The world’s on fire so let’s make some money?

“Yes, it is a bit like that! People are getting so tired of celebrities and politicians. People are getting tired of rich people celebrating themselves while the world is burning. You see people getting tired of it, compared to 50 years ago when it was all the rage and all a hoot!”

There’s been some discussion about whether people want reality or escapism in their music. You’re proving that you can do both.

“You can do both and you should do both, because art is both. It’s all about balance.”

You said that you made it a mission to only write for this record in “unsafe” spaces that made you feel quite alien. Where did take that you? Did it make you feel more or less certain about your ideas?

“Previously, I have gone to a place, locked the doors, turned the lights down low and made an album. This time I wanted to try different rooms and temperatures to write the songs because I needed to access a lot of different AURORAs on this album. It gave me access to a lot of parts of me that I haven’t really faced before; even parts that scared me a little – very personal parts. I’ve been exploring my own darkness more, so it is maybe my most personal album, even though it’s about something so big.”

Did that lead to some new sounds?

“It’s a very human album and there are a lot of things being played. It has a lot of different moods and every song belongs to a different part of the process for me. The album is very different from the three singles, but I like to release songs that confuse people. The fans really like the complexity. I treat the fans like kings and I would never underestimate them with my music. I know they’re going to feel very satisfied with songs that are so multi-dimensional.”

Do you feel like an outlier for that?

“There’s a lack of that. People expect music now to be very instant and free. That’s why there’s all this shit music going around on TikTok. There are also a lot of cool new acts on TikTok. I like that they can promote themselves.

“Anyway, I’ve been exploring a lot of different things. There are new sounds I’ve never heard before. I’ve been experimenting a lot and had so much fun. I nearly shat myself every day! Not that I have an issue with that.”

It’s a good sign of a good time

“I had such a good time. I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s extremely playful, and I’ve been working with people I admire.”

Including Chemical Brothers’ Tom Rowlands…

“Always, my mate Tom from Chemical Brothers. We have a lot of fun. We feel like two little aliens walking around, and we have the same hunger for something exceptional. I’m really grateful. I texted him one evening just saying, ‘Tom – puke vomit all over my song please’. And he did, for like four hours.”

Did you get lost in his garden again?

“I’m trying to not do that again. The one time I got lost in his garden it was his daughter’s birthday, and this time it was his birthday. I just love bothering him and his poor family on their birthdays – I never leave them alone. I gave him a cookie wrapped in a napkin that I found on the ground.”

I’m sure he’s OK.

“Is he though? Has anyone heard from him?”

The album also sees you work with Ane Brun, Matias Tellez (Girl In Red, Maisie Peters), Chris Greatti (Yungblud, Blink-182, Pussy Riot), Dave Hamelin (Beyonce, King Princess and Zara Larsson) and Magnus Skylstad. Greatti is somewhat of a maximalist – what did he bring to the table?

“That! I tend to go into very dark landscapes. I like when my songs sound like a landscape, but I needed a few songs on this album to sound like a different part of the process I’m trying to deal with.

“Most of the people I work with come with a little strategy, and it’s based on me meeting them in a bar then saying, ‘Let’s go to the studio now!’ With Chris, it was because I liked his hair. He had a mullet and a glam-rock thing going on. I didn’t know who he had worked with before, but he seemed really interesting. We laughed a lot and we just played. Sometimes it’s about the art, sometimes it’s just about playing, and sometimes it’s about both. We’re really good friends now.”

So if Tom Rowlands brought out the raver in you, Chris Greatti brought out the glam rocker, what did Dave Hamelin bring out in you?

“I remember I lost my voice when I went into the studio with him. It’s not often I work with new people, but sometimes it’s nice to be surprised by the unknown. Not The Unknown from that horrible Willy Wonka Experience…”

Oh you saw that? Are you not gutted to have missed it while you were in the UK?

“I was gutted. I would have loved to have seen The Unknown up-close like that. Why the fuck was he there? It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, there’s your next music video

“Don’t out my ideas! But to be thrown into the unknown, I wanted to cancel as I’d lost my voice my manager told me to go [into the studio with Hamelin]. I was there for four hours, I said, ‘Can you make it sound like hell?’ He made it sound terrible like I wanted, I just screamed because I couldn’t sing and it was really satisfying. After four hours I said goodbye. It was a really fast, beautiful, ugly thing – but it was just what I needed.”

Speaking of that primal urge, you play some drums and percussion on this record too right?

“I love being in touch with rhythms. I love a very big diversity in the beats in my music. A long time ago I realised that a lot of deaf people or people with hearing disabilities liked my music, so I make sure to always have a lot of vast variation in the bass regions so that it can be felt.”

How is the new album going to change the live show?

“One of my favourite shows from my childhood – and adulthood – was Avatar: The Last Airbender (not the movie, we don’t talk about that). I always felt like I was either air or water, and I feel like people are scared to change. They’re scared of me changing, they’re scared of the world changing, and themselves. That’s the most beautiful ability we have; it’s so freeing. Jesus Christ! It will change. I want more air, I want to create more space. I want every song to have huge balls.”

You’re playing Royal Albert Hall on your 2024 tour. That has plenty of space for balls.

“Yes, Royal Albert’s balls! I’m excited for every show, and just excited in general.”

And Glastonbury?

“Heck yes! In the name of mathematics, I will conquer Glastonbury. I feel like I have to redeem myself there. Every time I go there, I’ve always had a holiday for like a month. Boy, do I know how to take time off! I always arrive all shrivelled like a raisin. This time I’m going to come back fresh and sweet like a plum. I love Glastonbury because it’s so iconic. Make sure that if you’re going to use drugs that you know what’s in them. Test your drugs, but most importantly: don’t do drugs. It’s a fucking stupid thing to do.”

Any amazing advice to end on?

“Don’t do drugs, but don’t be a don’t-er. Do be a doer.”

#aurora #aurora aksnes #interviews #what happened to the heart?#Youtube

56 notes · View notes

concerningwolves · 9 months

Note

Hey! Do you have any tips for breaking writers block when you're adhd and/or autistic? Be it your own tips or a link to another post? My friend and I need help haha

Ahh sorry you got buried under spam and old ask game asks. (I... really need to sort my ask box >.<' ). But here we go, a month late, and hopefully better late than never:

Quick ideas for beating writer's block when autistic and/or ADHD

I've got this old post I wrote on writer's block and focus troubles. Ironically, this was before my autism diagnosis but the tips still happen to be things I, an autistic person, did to manage writing when faced with executive dysfunction (except I didn't know what executive dysfunction was at that point lol). I'm linking this with one important caveat, though: if you have ADHD, "stepping away" might do more harm than good; struggling to start tasks is a Big Thing with ADHD, so not starting the task at all is entirely counterproductive. (Unless you're in burnout! Here's a post about the differences between block and burnout with some ideas on what to do for each, in case that's at all helpful to you).

And here's something yoinked from another old ask-answer:

sometimes a break from more “serious” writing is what you need. Maybe try and take the characters from your main project and drop them somewhere else for the hell of it. I like to throw my characters into the MCU without warning like “lmao have fun in a strange modern world where there are gods and a guy in an iron flying suit bye.” Or, if fandom cross-overs aren’t your thing, find a writing prompt or take an idea you like and use it to form a short story with your characters instead.

Some other ideas I've seen around for writer's block with ADHD/Autism are:

Try voice recording or text to speech (i.e., absolute stream-of-consciousness unfiltered brain-to-mouth, giving yourself permission to 100% bullshit if you like, and see what rattles loose in the brain box)

Stream of consciousness writing in general, not even necessarily about a particular prompt or particular project. This one can be done in combination with:

Writing sprints! One minute timers, two minute timers, five minutes – set it for as long as you want, but when you're fighting executive dysfunction and/or difficulty focusing, the burst of urgency that comes from a shorter timer is very helpful.

And speaking of the sense of urgency: gamify your writing! There are different ways to do this, with varying elements of risk. I'll link some ways to do this at the end under "resources".

Exercise. I don't necessarily mean hitting the gym, but a quick burst of exercise prior to writing to get the heart rate up can help wake your brain up a bit. (Or, if you find repetitive exercise mind-numbingly boring like I do, the writing sure does start to look appealing lol).

Meditation. Okay, this one is sort of 🤔 for me, because I do often hear from fellow autistics and our ADHD cousins that meditation is literally impossible for us. It is for me. But! Like with exercise above, if meditation bores you instead of helping relax and ""clear your mind"", you can probably use that boredom to your advantage. Or, it might work as intended.

Change your workspace/situation/routine. Sometimes the problem is that you need new sensory input, or that your brain has gotten thoroughly bored and decided not to tell you. Use a different chair. Move to the kitchen table. Write at a different time of day. Have a different snack (or try having a snack while writing...). Basically, look at what you're currently trying, and see how you can do it differently.

It's also really good practise to get comfortable with Being Bad At Writing. Perfectionism and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria are the biggest, meanest brain weasels with the sharpest teeth. Don't let them bully you. It sucks. It takes a lot of time and effort and internal work, which is why I was loathe to include this on a post of quick solutions, but. It is important.

And getting comfortable with this doesn't necessarily mean learning how to accept critique, or accepting that sometimes you'll write things that suck. It means accepting that sometimes you won't handle critique or feedback well, and also accepting that you won't always manage to beat the writer's block or be productive. Sometimes you have to make peace with the fact that you're going to feel horrible, feel your feelings, and try to remind yourself on the other side that none of it means you're a talentless hack.

Resources

Anything with a 🪙 next to it is paid only (I've tried to limit these and find alternatives).

The resources are split into things that "gameify" writing (i.e., hack your dopamine/serotonin in ways that reaaaaallly help autistic and ADHD folks), writing programs that are designed to help you focus, writing programs that track your habits and appeal to the "ohhhh numbers going up" brain, focus-aiding apps, and some miscellaneous stuff. Under the cut to save your dashes.

"Gamifying" your writing:

The Most Dangerous Writing App – You can't stop typing before your set timer runs out, or you risk losing your work. Excellent for warming up, stream-of-consciousness, or if you're feeling reckless, working on your actual project. I did a lot of the second draft of When Dealing with Wolves on this thing (it was terrifying yet highly effective).

Written? Kitten! – Get rewarded for meeting your set writing wordcount with kitten pictures. Haven't used this one personally, but heard wonderful things about it.

4TheWords 🪙 – This one gamifies writing in the most literal sense. As in, it's an online game where you defeat monsters, explore and level up by writing words. I did the free trial a couple years back, and I've heard there are a lot of different ways you can lower the subscription cost. The only reason I haven't gone back to it is because I feel like I can't justify spending money on it when I'm doing fine with Scrivener and free resources, but maybe one day I will purely for the fun factor...

StimuWrite – similar idea to Written Kitten; the app provides visual/audio stimulation while you write, which is great for many ADHD-ers and autistics. There's a progress bar, soundscape options, typing effects and emoji reactions as rewards, among other features.

Write or Die – This is The Most Dangerous Writing App meets Written Kitten. As far as I can figure out, the basic web version is free to use; you can set the parameters like how how long you want to write for, how many words to reach, and whether you want rewards for meeting goals or punishments for failing to meet them. There's also a stimulus mode, where the nice auditory stimulus goes away if you stop writing.

Minimalist/Focus writing programs:

Focus Writer [Windows] – thoroughly stripped-down minimalist word processor. As far as I know, it has basic functions like find-replace, but mostly it's designed only for writing. Not for formatting, spellchecking or editing.

iA Writer 🪙 [iOS] – Similar to Focus Writer, it's designed to fill your screen with a simple workspace. Allows you to use markdown formatting, and has a feature called Focus Mode that blurs out everything except the sentence you're typing. (If I could find a Windows-friendly alternative to this with that same feature I would be so happy). A cheaper alternative is 1Writer, but that doesn't have the focus mode.

Typewrite Something – Absolutely bare minimum web-based typewriter simulator. Basically just a blank screen that you start typing on, and the words appear in a typewriter font. Great for stream-of-consciousness without the risk level of TMDWA because you can't backspace. If you don't like the clacky sound, turn off your volume.

Focus Apps

Cold Turkey – Block applications and websites on your laptop/computer for a specified period of time. You can even block the entire internet.

Forest – Similar to Cold Turkey in that it stops you from seeking distractions or getting distracted. Set a timer and the app starts growing a tree. If you leave the app, the tree dies. Once you have a tree, you add it to your forest.

Habit-building writing programs:

Novlr – Simple, minimal layout, and tracks your writing goals per month and day, and your daily streak. There are more features in the plus and pro versions, and you can only have five projects in the free version, but otherwise it looks like a good free alternative to the next two programs:

750 Words 🪙 – Made for free writing, but also very useful for drafting. I had it for a month or so a while back on the free trial. It tracks writing streaks and gives you fun graphs and statistics at the end of each session, including number of distractions, actual typing time vs total time and average words per minute. Also, it analyses the mood of what you wrote, which I always found delightful.

Writing Analytics 🪙 – If writing streaks, badges and analytical graphs get your dopamine going, then I really recommend this one. The writing screen itself is very minimalistic, but it still shows your writing speed (I loved watching that go up) and your goal progress. In terms of analytics, it tracks a LOT of different things, including time spent writing vs revising, average wordcounts per day/month/year, and words written vs words deleted. I used this for about a year before I switched to Scrivener, and the switch was purely because I needed something that wasn't subscription-based. (Apparently since I stopped using it there's also a new feature that lets you create private writing rooms and see other writer's progress).

Misc.

WriteTrack – Not a word processor, but it has very good tools for tracking and planning your writing. Again, if graphs going up helps your brain, this is excellent, but you can't see it in real time.

10 ADHD-friendly brain tricks for writers – what it says on the tin: ten tips for writers with ADHD; I'm particularly fond of "Put away one knife", which breaks the nebulous task of "start writing" into something really simple like just... pull out your desk chair.

#autism stuff #adhd #writer's block #writing advice #writing resources

152 notes · View notes

melodiousmonsters · 6 months

Text

Torrt in this au, which is named Igeo Galaggoro Aphastratous, is basically your grandpa but a bit grumpier, or at least I hope for the most part. It's a reliable, steadfast (perhaps a bit too much), and fairly knowing monster. Also changed the hair to what I think is like, stereotypical spikey anime old guy hair, I have at least seen it once so obviously it means its everywhere/j. I love giving the celestials anime hair it's so fun.

Anyway one thing I forgot with Fhobia last month was any biology! So this time I'll do some, also side note for biological things I use the species name and not the individual even though there's only one torrt in this example, and with all the celestials.

Torrt is made to dig, they have fairly strong limbs, big hands, and large claws. They dig for rocks to eat, usually to the bedrock layer. Eating the rocks is just a quick way for it to gain more earth element to build its form. It doesn’t need to do that, but it also enjoys the taste of rocks so it is also for enjoyment.

Torrt’s insides are made of rock, like if you cut off a part of them the inside would just be rock, except for its shell which is hollow. The rocks making up its shell are more metallic than the rest of the stone making it up, allowing it to make its sound. Its eyes are made of marble, and its irises are made of fuchsite. The only organs it has are a kiln, doesn’t have lungs, still breathes to supply its kiln with oxygen though(Kilns need oxygen to function forgot to mention that in the noggin post).

Torrt’s “hair” is actually feathers, long thin feathers in clusters. Its antennae are used for secondary hearing, it has ears, but they aren’t super good at detecting where a sound is coming from. Depending on how much vibration each one is simultaneously experiencing is used to tell where a sound is coming from.

Anyway more explenation on the character of this thing. Igeo is a steadfast, mildly grumpy monster. They are very difficult to convince to change, for better or worse. And if you try, you better be prepared for an argument that might just end in it tucking into its shell and ignoring you. Even when they do change their mind they are very reluctant to fully admit they were wrong in the first place. It’s very frustrating, but luckily it only affects its personal life and relations with others as it’s only in charge of a few important, but constant things, like the aforementioned plate tectonics, and knowing what time it is.

If they say they’re going to do something you can tell they are going to do it. On the other hand they are not afraid to curse you out if they find something you ask them to do not fit for them and why the hell would you ask me to do that you disgrace? Yeah most of the time they are respectful and kind but sometimes they aren’t.

They admire hard work, especially through craftsmanship. They see the value in persisting through something to ultimately be rewarded, which is probably why they are so stuck in their ways. And they also just seem to like things like well crafted furniture or a building. They have helped in some large construction projects in the past, and was the secondary main monster doing construction on starhenge when it was being built.

When it isn’t being convinced it’s wrong, it's an overall pleasant monster. They are patient in most cases and gentle. They like giving life advice that may or may not be useful or accurate, but it’s said with good intentions. They are very interested in the going ons of the monster world and how monsters go about life, which is what they base their advice on, as their life experience being an immortal god isn’t super useful for a mortal creature.

They get along quite well with most of the other celestials, as they all do. It finds [plixie](don't got a name for it yet) and Xolt(galvana) a tad bit annoying when they are being a bit too playful, but overall appreciates the two. Their arguably favorite siblings are Pistin(vhamp), Pool(hornacle), and MehTeh(glaishur). Pistin is the literal embodiment of perfect creation and Igeo is always up to help with anything it wishes to create, just as long as it’s not too complex, which it often happens to be. Pool is kinda annoying sometimes, they purposefully like getting into debates with Igeo over whatever because it finds it funny that Igeo won’t admit it’s wrong. But they also share the appreciation of beautifully made things, maybe a bit too much in Pool's case, and they also enjoy a good fight every now and then. MehTeh is basically Pool but lest argue-y, maybe a bit preachy that Igeo should be a bit more open to change, but Igeo likes their calm nature and similar reliability.

And here's the slightly outdated sheet of what this old guy looks like! it's already slightly outdated in terms of colors and I kinda forgot the dewclaws on the feet, but it works.

#my singing monsters #art #beezleart #melodious monster chronicles #torrt #igeo galaggoro aphastratous

110 notes · View notes

wndaswife · 1 year

Note

hi!! idk if the requests are open but i was thinking of a taylor x reader story where they’re married with a little girl around the same time as the movie but taylor has been too obsessed with her social media/influencer life and that caused a crisis in their relationship. you could include a divorce/breakup too with a happy ending btw

-🎈

taylor sloane & fem!reader

tags: angst, hopeful ending

summary: Everything bursts one evening after months of unease and passive aggressive tension between you and your wife.

“Celeste’s parent-teacher night thing is tomorrow,” you say from the washroom as you rub your moisturiser into your face. “If you’re still gonna be out with Ingrid and Harley before it starts, just get dropped off at her school and we can meet there.”

There’s no response from Taylor for a few moments and you look into the bedroom at her, anticipating a response. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed in a skimpy pink nightgown. The light from her phone screen is cast onto her face as she types a quick caption for her Instagram post.

She tips her head up slightly and finally responds asking, “What time is it at again?”

You press the tip of your tongue into your cheek in annoyance and repress a roll of your eyes. “We talked about you going three days ago,” you answer. Irritation was implied in your response but Taylor doesn’t pick up on it.

She lays back across the bed, her legs hanging off of the edge. “Yeah, but whatever, I just forgot,” she says.

You place your hands on the sink counter and lean forward, looking at your wife scornfully. “It’s at eight. Will Celeste and I have the pleasure of seeing you there, Taylor?” you inquire bitterly, tipping your head to the side.

“If Nick doesn’t get shit-faced drunk,” she says with a lighthearted scoff.

Now feeling your irritation bubble up into something unmanageable, you snap, “Taylor, are you fucking kidding?”

She looks up from her phone and sits up with a bewildered expression. “What?” she answers incredulously. “You want me to just fuck off and leave my brother at some bar? You know how he gets.”

You turn off the washroom light and step into the bedroom. “That’s not the fucking point! We made a deal. We talked about you coming tomorrow,” you snap, your hands emphasising your anger. Taylor drops her hands and her phone lays in her laps. She regards you with a scrutinising expression. “I told you about it a month ago and asked you three days ago to make sure you could still go,” you say.

She shrugs and exhales humorlessly through her nose. “Okay, well, my plans changed. Why does it matter? You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Oh my god,” you scoff and straighten to run your hands through your hair. “How can you possibly not be understanding this? Taylor. We made a deal. You made a promise. You said you would go. You don’t just get to leave your wife and your daughter to do some stupid meaningless shit with other people.”

Taylor curses under her breath and rolls her eyes. “So, what? Give up what’s important to me just to do whatever you want me to?”

“You cancel on Celeste and I all the time. You care about promotional events and parties and your social standing that means jackshit in the real world more than just being home with us. With me,” you say. You inhale a shaky breath and you hope Taylor can’t hear it. “It feels like… we’re just not the most important thing to you anymore. I mean… are we?”

“Okay, okay, fine,” she concedes out of exerted pressure and some feeling of obligation. “I’ll be home before eight so we can go together with Celeste. Okay? Does that make you happy?”

You don’t respond and Taylor takes this as your understanding. She puts her phone on the nightstand and pushes the blankets to the side to get in. She looks up at you expectantly. “Okay, get in. Come on. Stop being annoying,” she urges. She pulls the blankets on your side of the bed back and gestures for you to come lay down.

“Taylor…” you exhale and rub your forehead with the tips of your fingers. “I think we need to take a break.”

“Wh…” She laughs, a twinge of nerves peeking through the way her eyebrows furrowed. “What? A break?” She straightens in bed.

You just look away and run a hand through your hair, standing in the weight of your words. It was the truth — you wanted a break, wanted to stop trying to get Taylor to care about things and people she didn't care about as much as you wished she did.

She climbs out of bed and walks towards you. “You… You can’t just take a break from your wife, Y/N,” she says as if trying to rationalise your resolve away.

“I need time,” you answer. “I’ll just… stay at Dan’s for a while. I don’t want to keep trying to make you prioritise us more than ‘what’s important to you.’”

“So you’re just going to… to leave? Celeste? And me?” she asks. You can’t tell if you only imagined the way her voice trembled slightly when she spoke or if she sincerely was concerned.

“I won’t leave. I’m still going to see the both of you, but I just need space, and I think you need it too. I don’t want to push you into doing anything. And I’m tired of forcing you.”

Taylor looks at you for a few silent seconds, her stare solemn and perhaps even remorseful. She knows she’s been treating you unfairly. She knows she’s been a bitch. She looks down at the floor and swallows. “Okay,” she says finally and you know for sure this time that her voice is trembling. “But tonight… you’ll stay?” She looks up at you.

You meet her eyes and nod. She manages a smile and hesitantly lifts her hand before taking yours into hers. The both of you get into bed and you lay beside each other in the bedroom that was now devoid of light apart from the dim moonlight outside shrouded by the curtains and overhead clouds.

Through the dark of the bedroom, Taylor’s eyes are pinned on yours, her body buried in blankets. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she utters quietly. “I know I’ve been absent. And terrible to you. I don’t mean to. I just don’t pay attention. I get caught up and only realise when it’s too late. Or when you tell me.”

You turn your head, looking away from the ceiling and towards your wife. “I know. It’s just hard.” She inhales and turns her face towards the pillow, ashamed. You move onto your side and wrap an arm around her torso, pulling her against your chest. She rounds her hand to your back and curls her body against you. “The break will be good for us. If we try, things can get better. We’ll work at it, okay?” you tell her.

Taylor sniffles then nods. You cradle the back of her neck and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Okay,” she says. “And then I’ll have you back.”

#taylor sloane #taylor sloane x reader #taylor sloane fanfiction #ingrid goes west #ingrid goes west fanfiction #elizabeth olsen #🎈 anon

248 notes · View notes

autism-alley · 3 months

Text

augh found my old post abt pjo and disability from before the show came out but it was on ye olde blog so i’m literally just gonna copy and paste, 3, 2, 1—

ok now that i’ve got it on the brain, i want to talk about disability in pjo and specifically how calling percy jackson dumb or treating him as such is not only a mischaracterization, but ableism. as a quick note, i’m keeping this to just percy to avoid having this already long post be even longer, but there are other disabled characters in pjo worthy of discussion, though i hit many of the same points in this post. i bring up percy specifically because he is mostly the character i have seen people treat as stupid.

percy is a dyslexic teen with ADHD who comes from a low-income family, raised by a single mother, and deals with an abusive step-father. i cannot stress enough how much of his character is shaped by that experience, but as hard as it is to single out any one part, i am going to focus on his ADHD and dyslexia. this kid has nightmares of being forced to take tests in a straightjacket as teachers ask him if he’s stupid and withhold him from recess with his peers. he is constantly labelled as “troubled” and blamed for things he didn’t do or aren’t his fault. he is told, over and over again, even from trusted adults, that he is “not normal” (othering him). he bounces between schools. he struggles to make friends. he deals with bullying. he has difficulty studying and reading, even when invested. teachers struggle to connect with him and tend to just give up on him. these are real disabled experiences, and rick does a good job at presenting them in the pjo books. sometimes, it feels like everything is a struggle. you are living inside a system that not only is restricting, but actively works against and punishes you.

in contrast, CHB is a great example of how when environments meet the needs of disabled people, it hugely changes how disabled we are in that environment. demigod brains are hard-wired for ancient greek, not english, and they’re born impulsive, with high energy levels that help them survive battle—but aren’t very good for a classroom setting. but by having them read books in ancient greek, regularly do lots of training/physical activities, and have genuine opportunities to express themselves...they function pretty damn well. percy discovers that while he struggles academically, he is brilliant in combat and capable of saving the world numerous times—he is a hero. do you know how important that message is for disabled children? disabled adults, too? that we can be heroes?

it is here, in camp half-blood, that percy finds a place he belongs, that shows him his worth—finally, somewhere is built to not only include him, but to nurture and genuinely prepare him for the world outside its boarders. however, i think people forget that just because percy functions in the world of CHB and the gods, that does not mean he doesn’t face ableism in the mortal world—and that there is an entire group of people who see ourselves reflected in his character.

i could talk on for hours about how much being disabled shapes percy’s identity and how he interacts with the world—like how percy’s humor revolves around coping with his environment and actually displays a very low self esteem after being looked down upon his entire life. this kid doesn’t even have to say anything and he screams i had a neurodivergent childhood. but about 5-6 years ago, when i was more regularly tuned into the fandom, every time i saw someone call percy jackson dumb or an idiot, even jokingly, i raised an eyebrow, and now that the series is getting fresh coverage from disney+, i have wanted to make this post. so much of this kid’s life and personality comes from being treated like he’s dumb or incapable, so it’s troubling to watch part of the fanbase reflect the harmful parts of this character’s upbringing. i truly hope it does not become common again. it’s also one thing coming from a neurodivergent/disabled person with similar experiences (and even then i personally find it a little uncomfortable), it’s another to be said by a neurotypical/able bodied person.

percy jackson’s experiences make for very important representation, and for people to characterize him as just a goofy, unintelligent guy is not only an insult to his character as a kid who is intelligent, but previously lacked the environment to show it, but also ableist. so in the dawn of the new tv series era, i ask that we cut that shit out. rick riordan did not create rep for neurodivergent and disabled kids for them to be called stupid by the fanbase. even jokingly.

#anyways yea just had 2 bring this post back #in light of the new show i’d say i don’t think rick has made percy just a goofy airhead but #his and all demigods’ disabilities do feel kind of side lined #and it is disappointing #like. percy’s nightmares of school have made me cry. it breaks my heart especially as a ND kid who had similar nightmares #so yes when i see fans just echo the belief he’s been told all his childhood? infuriating #pjo show crit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo show #ris raves

47 notes · View notes

eeunoia · 1 year

Text

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Greek Myths

ARES & APHRODITE

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: finally fulfilling your dreams of getting married, you thought you will have a peaceful life, not until you’ve came across with your ex-boyfriend, park sunghoon.

word count: 10k

important note: i originally planned to write enhypen as greek gods but then i didn’t find some love stories that i like so i end up using some love stories that aren’t greek gods. also these are like modern versions of greek mythology love stories.

warnings: grammar errors, not proof read, a bit suggestive, curses and foul words, members drinking liqour and cheating. let me know if i missed some!

note📎: i hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for supporting me up until now. have a nice day/night! 🤍

permanent tag-list: @rubyanne @en-sun @studioreader @map-of-border @hwangjangmi @crjwon @love13tter @kako-chan @classicroyalty @angel-hyuckie @jun-malone @ncityy04 @bridgebridgebirdiebridge @fearlesskz @abdiitcryy @hime98 @moonsclover @hoonstrology @ddeonubaby @yeoungie @acciomylove @mymeloem19 @jvngw0n @dreamyenskz @minamoons @clar-iii @notmyselfbuttrying @herasalvatore @nyfwyeonjun @rcveribin @yizhoutv @person-standing @black-bread1230 @one16core @sleepyenhasasha @soobin-chois @rcveribin @kyutiepeachy @chareadingpurposes @hwalllllllelujah @solelyenha @90sni-ki @nourhan-8 @nyfwyeonjun @nikipedia07 @yangbreads @drunkjazed @kimmchijjajang @hoonbrry @axartia @all4haru @hiqhkey @sta-rie @niinjo @ssomsworld @purplepuppychild @iceeee @wtfhyuck @tobiosbbyghorl @edensgardenn @nikililmj @ayayiiie @moonlightisland (still working on my tag-list)

tag-list: @luvvdsttfaye @nikililmj @psh-pjh @rylexe @095won @belle643 @luvrjn @jangwonie @softb-tterfly @3chae @jovibaes @aeyeree

“You’ll come, right?” Sunghoon tilted his head at the sudden question from his best friend. He twist his head and looked at him with confused face.

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss it for the world, dude.” he smiles and gave him a light tap over his shoulder.

His friend smirked and chuckles. He seemed relieved after hearing from him that he won’t miss their wedding. Sunghoon couldn’t believe that he actually asked him that. He’s his best friend, of course he will go.

His smile faltered as the thought of his friend finally settling down finally sinked into him. The memories of them enjoying their college life was almost as clear as the water for him. Those wild things they do together, troubles they cause, hearts of girls they broken.

Suddenly, your familiar pretty face flashes through his mind. He can’t help but to furrow his brows and clench his jaw. He shouldn’t be thinking about someone who’s not present. They should be celebrating because finally, Jake will be married to the love of his life. Sunghoon thought to himself that there’s no point to having such a foul mood.

He enjoyed the night with his friends, all of them rooting for Jake. He’s opening a new chapter of his life. Some of them even joked that things will start to change once he put a ring on his girlfriend’s finger. His life will shift in a very different way.

“Having fun?” Sunghoon have his smirk plastered as he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder.

The light’s flickering around are hurting their eyes a bit, but that’s the least of their concern. Tonight will be the last time they all get to enjoy Jake’s freedom before he actually commit to one woman in his entire life.

Jake twists his head towards him while holding a glass of liqour over his hand. His friend smiled playfully, “Very. Thank you for joining me in this memorable night man.”

Jay, one of their best friends approached and did their hand shakes with a teasing smile. “Now you wouldn’t cry like a baby because of it, right?” he said with a taunting tone.

Sunghoon laughed together with Jay while Jake hit his friend over to the shoulder. Heeseung, who’s the one busy getting their drinks finally arrived at their vip room they all rented for their friend. The man cheered, showing a very mischievous smirk.

“Jake, my man!” he shouted and even asked the star of the night to stand up beside him.

Sunghoon chuckled and rolled his eyes before tapping his friend, encouraging him to do what Heeseung asked him to do. They cheered together as the oldest of them even recite some speech which they find hilarous and nonsense at the same time. As they all tease and goof around like they normally do, the door to their v.i.p room opened.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jay cheered and even stood up.

Sunoo laughed together with Ni-ki while Jungwon just shakes his head, a playful smirk spreading across his handsome face. Girls, entered the room as a sensual music started to play as a background music.

“What the hell Lee Heeseung?” Jake exclaimed and even covered his face, embarrassed, after some girls surrounded him. They started dancing around him as they all cheered and laughed at how awkward and stiff Jake looked.

Heeseung lets out a bark of laughter while watching his friend. Jay is now beside him, clearly enjoying the view as well.

“Dance with me too, ladies!” Jay shouted.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes and finish his drink. The special number finally ended and now, the atmosphere is more calm. Some of the ladies chose to stay and accompany some of their single friends while Jake went back to sit beside Sunghoon.

He scoffed, “Seems like you had the best time of your life.”

Jake lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “Fuck, Heeseung hyung really did take it to heart when my Dad told him to give me the night of my life before my wedding.”

Sunghoon chuckles while handing his friend another glass of liqour. Jake accepted and smirked at him.

“Cheers to you, brother. Congratulations.”

Jake smiled while looking at his friend’s cold blank eyes. He is smirking and his words may sound cheerful, but how come it came out a bit lifeless. Sunghoon was never like this. He used to be someone with a lot of fun, someone who live his life to the fullest. But all that changed, after you.

“Thank you.” Jake and they both bottoms up. Together, they groan at the awful taste and grabbed each a lemon to ease it down.

Laughing at one another, both of them soon looked over to their friends who’s having fun and enjoying the night. As Sunghoon silently watch the scene, Jake can’t help, but to look at his friend.

“Have you heard from her?” he asked, a bit hesitant.

He saw how Sunghoon’s expressions changed. “From who?” he then grabbed another drink to shake off the nervous feeling. Jake knew he pretty damn well know who he was talking about. He’s just too scared to talk about her again.

“Y/n.” Jake said that made Sunghoon halt his hand from pouring another drink for himself.

Its been years every since he heard your name again. He thought he was okay already, but he was wrong. Completely wrong. A lot may think he already moved on, but what they’re not aware of is that he was left stuck. He was left unmoved from where you left him. Feelings not changed, questions unanswered and promises not kept. He was just there... hanging.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw and glanced at his glass, “No.” he answered shortly, cutting any possible other additional questions.

Jake felt bad for his friend. Ever since you left, he didn’t have any other serious relationships. He may appear that he’s doing well, but something in him changed.

“Didn’t you try to search for her?” he asked, couldn’t help himself.

Jake doesn’t really care if Sunghoon gets annoyed with it or what. He just wants the best for his friend and he knows talking to you or getting to fix whatever’s between the two of you will help a lot.

“I don’t w-want to.” he uttered, letting out a sigh after stuttering through his own words.

Jake pursed his lips and tapped his friend’s shoulder. “Okay. I hope soon, you two get to talk about things.” was the last thing he said before he was called by Heeseung to open some of their gifts for him.

Even if the party goes on, what Jake said played through Sunghoon’s mind like a broken record. He’s not very sure if how he will act the moment he saw you again. Will he cage you in his warm embrace? Will he finally say the things he wanted to really tell you before you left? Or will he just stood there, being a scaredy cat to approach you?

He grunt and shut his eyes for a while before finally pouring another drink for himself. He needs to chill and forget about these things. If he kept you in his system, he won’t be able to get some sleep later.

The night continued and soon the mood became lighter for him. As they finally call it a night, they were laughing and striding their way over the hotel’s lobby. Heeseung and Jay have to support the very drunk Ni-ki.

“You sure you guys can handle him?” Sunghoon asked smirking at the younger one who’s even mumbling incoherent words.

Jay laughed and nodded his head. “You?”

“I’m good.”

“Are you going with us to Yeonjun’s party after Jake’s wedding?” Heeseung then asked while they placed Ni-ki carefully at a chair.

Sunghoon pursed his lips, trying to remember the days properly and if he have schedule for that day.

“What day is that again?”

“Saturday dude.”

Sunghoon smirked, “Can’t.”

Jay was quick to react and boo him, “Why not?”

“Have to go home this weekend.”

Jungwon who just walked closer and happen to hear what he said smirked, “Since when did you really went home when they asked you, hyung?”

He shrugged his shoulders off before putting his hands inside his pocket, “My brother will come home with his wife.”

All of them that hears furrowed their brows hardly, confusion reflects their expressions.

“Seungyun hyung already got married?” all of their tones were surprised.

He can’t blame his friends. He was actually surprised when he heard about it himself. Well, his brother was always family oriented and someone who’s looking forward to having family.

He fished the key to his ferrari before he glanced back to his friends having this blank face, “I guess so.”

Heeseung snorted at the way Sunghoon responded. They all bid goodbyes and went inside their own cars. Sunghoon lets out a sigh right after finally being alone.

He sighed and rested his back to the chair of his car. He raised both of his hands and face palmed. He had fun, but he won’t deny that he got pretty tired. Not to mention that you’ve been brought up in the conversation a while ago. Something that rarely happens.

Sunghoon huffed and as he opens his eyes back, it directly darted at his wallet. He reached over it and opened it to see the only picture you two that was left to him. You were clinging to him happily, having your biggest and prettiest smile. On the other hand, he was smirking and trying to make it seem like he’s annoyed.

Sunghoon scoffed and flicked himself in that picture, “Why you have to be so denial that you’re the happiest when you’re with her?” he mumbled to himself and bite over his lower lip.

“Now, we got to suffer because we lost her.”

“Sunghoon, I’m glad you’re home.” his Mom was the first one who greets him the moment he arrives. He didn’t react and just accept her hugs. It was supposed to make him feel warmth, but nothing came along with it.

When she pulls away, she cups his face and stares at him. He admits its been a while ever since he left the house and live on his own. After that, he rarely comes home to visit his parents. He’s not so sure if its because he’s too lazy to drive or he plainly just wants to avoid them.

“Its good to know you still know your way home.” his cold eyes slowly trailed towards his Dad who popped out from his office.

His Mom twists her head at his direction and tried to tell him off. Sunghoon smirked, unbothered at how bitter and sarcastic his father’s tone was. He was used to it. It was always like this every since he was a child. His Dad was always cold towards him.

Back when he was a child, it bothers him a lot. He wonders what he did wrong for him to act like that, but slowly he grew tired of trying to figure that out. He just put to his mind that maybe he’s just really like that and there’s nothing he can do about it.

His Mom on the other hand, is much better. She does give him affection and attention from time to time. But she’s more in favor to his older brother. Before he envy him a lot because of it, but just like with his Dad, he grew tired of it. Sunghoon learned that life can be really unfair and he learned it in a hard way.

“Hello to you too, Dad.” he said, a bit taunting. His father’s eyes darken and jaw clenches.

“Your mother asked you to come home a lot of times and you only came now? Don’t you have any remaining respect towards us?” his Mom lets go from his arm to go approach his Dad to calm him down.

Sunghoon stopped himself from saying more words to prevent a much heated conversation to escalate. He doesn’t want his Mom to be stressed out and besides, its just a waste of energy.

He rolled his eyes, tearing his gaze away from his father. He turned his back and started making his way towards the staircase. He can still hear his Dad trying to call his name while his Mom tries to shush him. He ignored it and strides towards the familiar hallway of their mansion.

As he made his way over his old room, he noticed that it brings up a lot of memories. His placid face remains as he was certain none of them was good memories of him. These decorations, picture frames and walls were the ones witnessing how this household turns him into someone cold. Someone who’s used to pushing people away from him.

He threw himself over his king sized bed and stared at the ceiling. His mind was blank. He may be labelled as one of the hottest uprising bachelors of his batch, but none of that matters because he knew what he wants.

On the other hand, you are making a last checkings through the things you just packed because you’ll be having your flight tomorrow. Finally, you’ll be able to meet your husband’s family. It may sound really odd why you married without any of them attending, but things just happened pretty quickly.

Your hand halted from what you were about to do as you suddenly had a flashback of the things happened these past months. Slowly, it is really sinking unto you. How things between you and Seungyun escalated very fast. Somehow, you’re getting a little overwhelmed.

You shut your eyes and lightly shakes your head, “No. What are you saying, y/n? Seungyun loves you and you love him. He finally gave you the assurance you wanted.” you mumbled to yourself. It was more like a chant, making your mind process all of that to prevent you from overthinking.

Your head twists over to the door of your shared room when it opened. A smile appears across your face seeing your husband walks inside. “Hi.” he greeted.

“Hello.” and your eyes darted over to the thing he was holding. “What’s that?” you asked.

He smiled and walked towards you. “Time for a little review for you, sweetheart.” he said as he finally settles down at the edge of your shared bed.

With confused eyes, you stare at him. He chuckled, finding you adorable. He taps the space beside him and so you obliged right away. After sitting down, you saw that he was holding a photo.

“Are they your parents?” you asked very curious as your smile grew even bigger.

He nodded and you noticed how he gulped. “Also, I want you to know that I have a younger brother.” he twists his head to look at your face.

With puzzled look, you kept your stares at him. You couldn’t even make up for words to say after hearing about it. You understand that you two are just starting, but to actually telling about his brother just right now was a little bothering for you.

“Why d-didn’t you tell me about it earlier? How old is he?” you asked and licked your lower lip, brows furrowing.

He sighed, he expected for you to react this way. He admits that what he did is just a bit awful. You’re his wife and he should’ve said so right away. Its just... both of them don’t get along that well. He was always indenial by the fact that he envied him for living the life he wanted. The life not controlled by their parents.

“Same age as you.”

You stayed silent. It didn’t actually occurred to your mind that his younger brother would be the same age as you. Yes he is years older than you, so it will actually made sense if he have a sibling around your age but you just don’t know why for some reasons you thought it would be a kid. You shut your eyes and sighed.

“I’m sorry. Its just... the two of us don’t get along well.” he said consoling you and even gently reached for your hand to caress it.

You opened your eyes only to see his apologetic ones. It soothes your heart, feeling bad for looking upset for this matter. His reason is a bit understandable. Sometimes, siblings do really don’t get along well. You’ve heard a same story as well before...

Shoving that thought away, you sighed again and pursed your lips for a while as you think about the words to say.

“Its fine. I just don’t want anything to ruin our stay in your hometown.” you explained. He nodded, completely understanding it as well. In the short period of time being around you, he noticed how you hate it when things are beyond your control. You’re not too fond of uncertain things.

You flashes a smile after he dropped a small kiss at your head. “Can you at least show me a picture of him so I would know what he looks like? Is he as handsome as you?”

A small smile spreads across his face as he tries to pull his phone our from his pocket to show you a picture of his brother.

But the smile over your lips faltered and your mind instantly went blank the moment he showed you the picture of him. Park Sunghoon. Your ex boyfriend.

“Hey,” he noticed that you’ve spaced out.

Finally snapped back to your senses, “Y-Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look a little pale.” he said worried.

You gave him a fake smile, “U-Uh, yes. I’m okay. Maybe I’m just tired because of all the packing.” you reasoned out and your eyes dropped at his phone once again.

There, flashes Sunghoon’s photo. As always, he looked so ethereal with his visual. Even in photos, he refused to flash his pretty smiles. Its been years ever since you last saw him so you’re pretty sure he changed a lot. He became more bulky as well and you won’t lie, all those years that passed just do him all good. He seemed to be doing really well.

“H-He looks nothing like you.” you mumbled.

Definitely. The main reason this news a shock to you was because you can see no hint of Seungyun being related to Sunghoon, more or less his brother. You couldn’t even tell any similarities. Even with their personalities, no traits are the same.

Your husband chuckles, “We’ve been told. He looks so much like my Dad while I take after my Mom.”

You didn’t say anything more and just lets your mind wanders off. Slowly he slid his arm over your waist and pulled you closer to him. You rest your head over his chest as Sunghoon slowly gets into your system once again.

After years of avoiding and trying to get over him, you ended up seeing him again the moment you return the country. Destiny do play dirty.

“I’m nervous to meet your family.” you speaks out your mind.

You are already nervous meeting his parents, but right after knowing that his brother was your ex boyfriend, you wanted so bad to back-out.

“It’s going to be fine.” he assured you and again placed a kiss at your forehead.

You really hope so.

“Where are you going?” his Mom asked while he slowly went downstairs. His hands were inside his pockets, wearing his placid expression he stared at his mother.

“We’ll be going to have dinner together with your brother later. We already reserved in his favorite restaurant.” she added.

Sunghoon almost let out a snort, “Of course you did.” he mumbles to himself, his mother failing to hear it.

She tilted her head, “What did you say?”

He smirked, “I said I’ll be there in time, Mom. I will just go somewhere real quick.” he said and even gave her a kiss at her forehead.

Gladly, she really did let him off. Sunghoon wanted to get some fresh air because he knows the dinner later would be very stressful for him. When he moved out from that house, he found freedom. It was hard for him to go back from time to time because it reminds him of the suffocating and cold childhood of his.

When its dinner time, Sunghoon drove towards his brother’s favorite restaurant. He was sure he already prepared himself for the things that about to happen. He expected the worst. But he surely didn’t expect what he just saw the moment he walked over the table where his family was sitting.

Its his brother and beside him was the girl he was longing for. He felt his whole body paralyzing, air leaving his lungs, words unable to come out from his lips. He was beyond surprised.

“Sunghoon! Son, you are right in time!” his mother looked so excited as she stood up to greet him and make him sit as well.

He can see his father’s piercing gaze by the side, but it was the last of his concern. You, is what bothers him the most. Why... are you here?

He saw how nervous you looked the moment his mother said his name. You kept your eyes over at your plate while his brother looked at him, watching his every move.

“This is y/n! Isn’t she very pretty? She’s your brother’s wife!”

Sunghoon chest tightens at what he just heard. His ears ringed and he couldn’t help but to show a displeased expression. He don’t how to react exactly, his emotions were all in a mess.

He felt betrayed, hurt and angry. But out of all those emotions, his heart aches seeing you this close, but felt like you are far from him at the same time.

When you lift your head and met gaze with him, he almost lose it. Those eyes... those eyes that only used to look at him with love and affection now stare at him with sadness.

He opened his lips, about to say something but you flash him this small smile.

“Hello, Sunghoon. Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.” you introduced yourself.

From there, he understands that you wanted to act like you two don’t know each other. He clenched his jaw and drained all his emotions from his eyes. He pursed his lips and nodded his head before the waiters finally served the food, breaking any possible topic to arise.

The dinner continued and you can feel the intense atmosphere, but you know its only between you and Sunghoon. You kept your eyes darted at your food and gazes over his parents whenever they ask you something.

It was obviously an awkward one for you and you are not having it. And having him stare at you are not helping at all.

You sighed and stood up, your husband and his Dad were having a conversation but interrupted when they noticed you.

“Where are you going?” Seungyun asked.

“Bathroom break.” you whispered and then looked at his parents. “Excuse me.” and smiled at them.

You finally lets out a sigh of relief the moment you arrived at the bathroom and got yourself out from that suffocating table.

You stared at your own reflection and instantly, the look over Sunghoon’s face flashes back through your mind. He looked surprised for a bit while, the first time you’ve seen him show that kind of face. You don’t know, but when he dangerously gaze at you the moment his mother announces you are his brother’s wife makes you feel something over your stomach.

You shut your eyes and tried pulling yourself together. You knew seeing him again would make you feel things, but you also know you need to resist it. No matter what happen, you have to keep your acts straight. You aren’t the same y/n who’s crazy in love with Sunghoon. That was years ago, you are so much better than that.

Finally, made up your mind. You planned to walk back to the dinner. You gave one last glance at your reflection before opening the door to the bathroom so you can go out.

Your eyes grew big when you saw Sunghoon’s figure leaning by the wall just in front the women’s bathroom. You are about to ignore him, but when he saw you walking out he suddenly walked towards you.

Panic consumes you as he pushed you back inside and went together with you, closing the bathroom’s door along with him.

“What do you think are you doing?!” you panicked.

His eyes darted at you dangerously, he licked his lips and clenching his jaw. He seemed so upset.

“I see you end up marrying my brother, huh?” you got a little startled when you heard his familiar low voice.

You sighed, “Please, Sunghoon. Don’t make things complicated.” you begged, because you know him very well. Sunghoon enjoys thrill, that’s one thing.

He scoffed, “Its already complicated the moment you married my brother.” bitterness lured through every words he says.

“You think I wanted that? I didn’t even know you’re his brother, not until last night!”

He let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh so you’re telling me that you married someone without even knowing his family background?!” he argued back, disappointment can be heard from him.

“That’s not something my y/n would do.” he added. Your heart skipped, but you tried to look pissed about him.

“Well, there’s no your y/n anymore, Sunghoon.” you fired back that left him silent.

He took a step forward that caused you to take one back. Another one, and you took one as well until your back met the cold walm of the bathroom. You gulped nervously as his manly familiar scent invaded your nose.

Your heart aches as memories drown you the moment you smelled him. It reminds you about alot of things.

You thought it was already so much, but when he raised his hand and grazed his hand over your face, it made you feel millions of electricity. The same exact thing he makes you feel back when you’re still together.

“A lot of years may had passed, a lot may changed, but I can still clearly see her right in front of me.” he uttered lowly.

As you stare over his eyes, you are amused. This is the very first time you will see him like this. You always thought the Sunghoon you knew shows limited emotions. He isn’t the type who gets emotional as well, but seeing him like this sure sooth something inside you. His eyes flickered longing, sadness, and a lot more that it made it difficult to tell each one by one.

He sighed and leaned in. Your heart thumped in fear, but also couldn’t find the will to push him away. He gave your cheeks a soft kiss as he whisper something that made you almost cry.

“I missed you. I missed you so much.” he whispered.

Your eyes watered as he leaned away. Even before you can say anything, he sighed.

“You’re maybe here for the worst reason, and that is being my brother’s wife, but at least I had found you now.” he smirked and tilted his head.

“Sunghoon, please...” you said, finally finding your own voice. “Don’t do anything that will make things bad. I know we didn’t end well and trust me when I said I felt sorry for us, but I can’t do anything about it anymore.” you added, trying to make him understand your situation.

He nodded his head, but his smirk remains. “You’re right. I was really sorry for what happened to the two of us, y/n.” he said and you almost thought you two are on the same page already. You almost let out a sigh of relief, but then he talked again.

“You are right too, you can’t do anything about it anymore.” he then sighed. “But I can.”

“What?!” all of Sunghoon’s friends all exclaimed the moment he told them about the news. He seemed unbothered as he was busy using his phone.

They all met inside this bar and get themselves a vip room for this meeting. He needed his friends opinion so he asked for them.

“Wait wait wait. So are you telling me your brother’s wife is your ex-girlfriend?” Jay asked, can’t still believe it.

Jake was silent and just watching his friend. He was surprised about the news too and honestly, he’s very worried for Sunghoon. He knew what he feels towards you and how bad he wants you back. At this point, he knew he will do anything just to get you back.

“Yes.” Sunghoon answered shortly before he turned his attention towards his Heeseung hyung.

“Hyung, you know a lot of good laywers right?” he asked. Heeseung nodded his head with a confused look.

“Hyung, don’t tell me you’ll steal your brother’s wife?” Jungwon was the quickest to catch what playing through his mind.

Sunghoon chuckled, but kept his eyes over his phone. “Jungwon, you’re so smart.” he commented that left his friends speechless for a while.

“Dude, no you won’t. Tell me you’re kidding.” Jay said, he can already imagine how chaotic it would be if he really do it.

Sunghoon seemed unbothered. He already expected some of his friends would go against about it. Its not the right thing to do, after-all.

“Oh trust me, he will.” Jake answered and even tried pouring another drink over his glass.

Jay glanced at him then over to their other friends. They look concerned, but none said a word except from him. He furrowed his brows, a bit confused.

“Am I the only one thinking this is a bad idea?” he asked.

Heeseung lets out a sigh, a heavy one. He have a lot of thoughts inside his mind ever since he saw Sunghoon’s face when he tells about you and his brother. Its been a while ever since he’d seen other emotions over his friend’s eyes. It may sound funny, but he couldn’t find the heart to go against him.

“I know you’re worried, Jay. This is wrong.” Sunghoon started. He settles his phone down to their table as he roams his eyes over his friend.

“But I wouldn’t just stand there and let her be with my brother. I wouldn’t do the same mistake I’ve done before.” he said sincerely. Jungwon glances away with a small smirk before taking another shot.

“Maybe you’re just stuck at the idea of y/n and you, Hoon. Maybe its just the what ifs thats taking over. I’m sure y/n won’t want you to do this.” Jay tried to stood his point.

“Just give her up, man.” he added.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw. “She didn’t gave up on me easily, Jay. It was me who pushed her to her limits.” he smiled, but it was obvious that he was in so much pain.

Jay was speechless. All this time, he thought his friend was doing fine. Turns out he was wrong. He was in pain and they didn’t even notice it.

“If only I didn’t let her leave that night. She was asking for just a small assurance that it will always be her but I couldn’t even give it to her because of this goddamn pride.” his jaw clenched. “I was too indenial to admit that someone made me fall in love.”

Everyone was silent after Sunghoon lets out what he truly feels. Jay sighs, eyes fixed at his glass of liquor. He feel bad for his friend, he feels a bit angry towards himself for not noticing.

Heeseung sighed, “I’m not saying I support your decision, Hoon. But as your friend, I will just be here for you.” and he claps him over his shoulder.

“Me too, Hyung.” Jungwon.

“Go get her, Sunghoon hyung.” Ni-ki.

“Sunghoon hyung, you’ve been through so much. Hang in there,” Sunoo smiled, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

Jake who’s beside Sunghoon taps him over his shoulder and so he turns to look at him. He gave him a small smile and nodded his head.

Everyone then eyed Jay who’s still silently looking at Sunghoon. When he noticed their eyes on him, he rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

“Fuck it. Just so you know, even if I’m against this I want you to be happy.” Jay said that made Sunghoon chuckle.

“Thanks, guys. Thank you.”

Its been two weeks ever since you met Seungyun’s family and you almost disagree when he said that you guys will stay at their mansion for two months while he do his business around this town. You don’t want him thinking about it weirdly so you just agreed.

You know Sunghoon hates going home so you’re sure he won’t be there most of the times. You are right. For the two weeks you’ve stayed there, you haven’t seen him again yet.

“I’ll be back later at dinner, sweetheart.” Seungyun kissed you at the top of your head before he finally left for work.

Most of the days you are left home together with his Mom. She’s very nice and she seems to like you a lot. The only thing that refrains you from fully thinking that she’s a great person is because of the things Sunghoon had told you before. The way she neglects him because of his own brother. She really is very fond of Seungyun. Very very fond.

His father also talks foul behind Sunghoon just like how he told you before. Your heart ache for him. Before, you felt so bad because of the treatment he received from his family. After encountering about it yourself, you mentally wanted to give Sunghoon a tight hug.

If only the situation is not complicated.

You snapped back to reality when someone pulled a chair in front of you. The person sat and the first thing you saw was his playful smirk. Your heart instantly raced.

“S-Sunghoon...” you uttered his name, it was like you’ve seen a ghost. You aren’t sure if he’s really there or your mind created him out of too much longing for him.

“Hey, pretty. Seems like you have a lot going on inside that pretty mind of yours.” he smiled and stares remained darted at you.

You pursed your lips then gulped nervously. Seeing him right in front of you right now just makes the situation even more hard for you.

You love Seungyun, otherwise you wouldn’t agree on marrying him. But you know that Sunghoon has always been your greatest love. The moment you ended things with him, you knew you wouldn’t find a love that will be greater than what you felt with him. This peaceful marriage life you are hoping to have are all starting to get messed up having him close to you. Its dangerous specially if deep down, you know you still have feelings for him.

“What a-are you doing here?” you asked, trying to dismiss any topic that will put you in trouble.

He smiled, “Visiting.”

You nodded and was about to grab your book so you can leave, but he talks again.

“You know you can never avoid me, y/n.” he started and from your book, your gaze trailed towards him.

His smile was no longer there, his eyes softly looking at you. “We both know its still there. We both know its still me.”

You gulped, heart thumping hardly. You shake your head, denying it.

“You’re wrong. I love your brother.” you said, now you don’t know if it was to convince him or to convince yourself as well.

He lets out a scoff, “That’s like a knife stabbed straight to my heart, baby.”

You teared your eyes off from him. You aren’t sure if you can stay near him without spilling anything about your feelings.

“You know that ring won’t stop me from getting you back, right?”

Your steps halted and you turned your head towards him. Horror in your eyes were present, but he seemed unbothered. Actually, he looked really relaxed.

He stared at you as you were left speechless because of what he just said. Your emotions were playing you, like you’ve lost control of them anymore. You just snapped back to your senses when Sunghoon stood up and walked towards your direction.

You’re still spacing out that you can’t even react to it. “By the way, Mom’s asked me to tell you that you two will bake something. She’ll wait for you at the kitchen.” he said and smirked before starting to walk away.

After he was gone from your sight, that’s just when you managed to take breath properly. You didn’t even realized you are holding your breath. Sunghoon’s effect on you will surely be cause of your death.

After the conversation with Sunghoon, you are way more bothered. You always find yourself thinking about him and those memories you two shared together. You knew it was wrong, specially because you’re already married, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Like you’ve said, he was your greatest love.

Sunghoon was determined to show how he really want you back. From giving small hints during meals together with his families, to occasionally trying to take to you. All those talks, he was just teasing you. Making you all flustered and blushing from the things he said. Mostly its about how he intense his feelings are for you. It was almost unbelievable. If it was before, you wouldn’t even think that he would say those words.

“What? You’ll be gone for a week?” your tone was so surprised when you heard from Seungyun that he will leave together with his Dad to go to this business meeting with him.

You stood up and watch him pack his things. Your heart were hammering in worry. Worry that if he went away, Sunghoon will be more bolder of his moves and you won’t be able to stop yourself.

Seungyun sighs and pulled you into a tight embrace. Your heart aches, because you know how nice he’d been for you. He was so sincere for his love and when you asked for assurance, he gave it to you without thinking twice. You hate yourself for having this feelings for his brother, but you can’t do anything about it. You’re left with just avoid him.

“Yes. It will be just quick. For the mean time, use your time to reunite with friends or do something with Mom.” he suggests with a smile.

You pouted, “Can’t you just take me with you?”

He sighs and blopped your nose once, “I wish I can, but that would be an exclusive one.”

You nodded and sigh in defeat. You understand that works can be like that. After staying with him like that for a while, you helped him pack up and both of you cuddled up together, caging each other with warmth.

The next day, you didn’t want to leave your room even for meals. You tried reasoning out, but you know you can’t just keep on doing that because soon his Mom will be suspicious of it and will start to ask question.

You sighed and went out of your shared bedroom. You tried to not make it such a big deal and you are determined to avoid Sunghoon, but all of that dissipated when he was the first one you saw when you walked inside the dining area. It was lunch time.

You gulped and was about to turn back, but he already saw you. “Have a seat. We’ll eat lunch together.” he said and even settles down a dish at the middle of the table.

Your brows furrowed in curiosity if he’s the one who cooked it. “Where’s your Mom?” then you tried roaming your eyes around the house, trying to search for their helpers. “And the helpers?”

Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders off, “Mom went out. The helpers are doing their errands.”

“They didn’t help you?” you tried to act normal and started walking towards the chair in front of his, making sure you have enough distance.

“I asked them not to.” he said and even if he’s bothered that you didn’t took the sit near him, he shuts his mouth and even started putting food over your plate.

You blushed, “I c-can do it.”

Sunghoon shakes his head, “Let me take care of you.” he said seriously and you were once again caught off-guard.

You just let him and soon you two started eating your meal. Surprisingly, the atmosphere was a lot lighter and his food tasted so good.

“For how long did you knew my brother?” he finally asked. You sighed, already expecting it.

“A year and a half.” you saw how he nodded his head as he reach out for his glass of water, eyes darted at you.

“And you’re married for how long now?” he asked, you can even sense the bitterness tone over the word married.

“Five, five months.” you answered again. He nodded his head again before taking a sip over his glass.

“Just recently, then?” he said like as if he’s implying something. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Sunghoon, just stop it.” you started. “I know how much you enjoy thrills, but not this. You know how much I dreamt of having someone to be there for the rest of my life. Someone I can build a family with.” you say, eyes pleading.

He didn’t talk right away. “I know. And I’m sorry for what I did back then. I wished I didn’t let pride took over me and begged you to stay.”

Your eyes soften when you heard about it. God knows how much you wished he didn’t let you leave that night. If only he knows you will not hesitate to stay even if he hurts you so much if he just asked you to. You love him very much. Sadly, you still do.

“Its all in the past now. I already forgave you.” you shut your eyes and sighed. “If that’s the reason why you’re doing all of this then stop already. I forgive you.”

You stood up, “Please don’t ruin this for me.” and with that you left the scene.

You wiped off the tears away from your face and tried rushing your way back to your room, but even before you can do it an arm suddenly pulled you inside a room.

You hitched your breath as Sunghoon pushed you over to the wall, dangerously pinning you. His face leaned closer, your lips inches apart. “I was wrong, y/n. i can’t live without you.” he uttered before crashing his lips over yours with no hesitation.

He leaned away to look at your dazed face, gently he wiped those tears away, “so pretty. Very pretty and all mine.”

You both stared at each others eyes and you don’t know, but it was already too much for you. Even before you can stop yourself, your body moved first before your mind can think about it. You leaned kissing Sunghoon in the lips. He smiled, heart fluttering because of what you just did.

Sunghoon reached over the lock and locked his room before he carries you over his arm, lips still connected. He carefully placed you over the bed, and as he pulls away you even tried to go after his lips. He chuckled sexily, “Easy, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” he said as he enjoys how drunken in love you looked beneath him.

Sunghoon couldn’t even put it into words, the feelings he have right now, how beautiful you looked, all of it. They were perfect together. For him, this moment is what he’s longing for. Having you this close and intimate is what he needed the most in life.

Sunghoon took off his shirt smoothly before he leaned closer to you, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Let’s take this off, okay?” he asked softly and referred to your clothes. You nodded nervously. He smiled and leaned in to give you more kisses.

“God you look so beautiful, y/n. You’re making me crazy.” he whispered over your ear and even bite over it gently.

You shut your eyes, feeling so hot all over your body. Soon your lips were kissing passionately once again, “I missed you so much.” he said in between your kisses. His kisses slowly moved over to your jaw, down to your neck.

“I love you, y/n.” was the last thing you remembered he said before you get drunk over his kisses and the pleasure he’s making you feel.

You paced back and fort inside your room the next day. After what happened between you and Sunghoon, you felt very guilty. Guilty not just because you knew it was wrong, but also because you know it was what you wanted as well. You let it happen.

Sunghoon was not home the whole day, you heard from his Mom that he was in a meeting. You spend the whole day chatting with his mother and some other things to keep you occupied. Your mind still wanders off over the things he said and the things that happened. You are torn right now, you don’t know what you should do.

You are very certain that you have to talk about him and to decide about it sooner. And so when he arrived, you told him to meet you by their garden at night time.

“Last night was a mistake. I want to say sorry and I hope we keep our relationship casual.” you said glancing away. The pissed look over his face slipped away from you. he covered it and pushed himself off from the wall and walked closer to you.

“No.” he said. With furrowed brows you looked at him only to be surprised at how close he is already to you, “I’ve already made a mistake once letting you go. I won’t repeat it again.” then he cupped your face.

Your eyes formed tears right away. “B-But I’m scared. What will they say about you when they knew about this? What will we do?”

Sunghoon sighed, a bit relieved that you’re just scared that’s why you are pushing him away. “I don’t care about what they will say about me. You’re all I need. If you’re beside me, it will be enough.”

Your eyes softens and a tear left your eyes as his words caress your heart. “T-They will be mad at us.”

“I will protect you. I will be just here.” he assured you.

You stared at his eyes and you can see that he’s very sincere, way far from the Sunghoon you’re together with years ago. His eyes screams longing and desperation to have you.

“I love you, y/n. Please tell me you still love me too.” he pleaded softly.

You sniffed and tip toed to give him a peck over his lips. “I l-love you, Hoon.” you finally let it out.

It made Sunghoon’s heart thump as he leaned again giving you a kiss at your lips. “I promise, everything will soon be okay. Just trust me, okay?”

You nodded while resting your head over his chest. After that, he walked you back to your room and he went over his.

Two weeks had passed and you did nothing, but to secretely spend it with Sunghoon. It was scary, of course. A lot of eyes are watching around you, but you managed to still sneak out. Despite the situation, your heart was full.

Sunghoon smiled and kissed your hand, “You look so pretty.” he complimented you before pulling you into a warm hug.

“So pretty and mine.” he mumbled.

You pouted, “When are we going to tell them?”

“Right after my brother’s back. I’ve already talked to some lawyers that can help us.” you leaned away and looked at Sunghoon’s face.

“Thank you for doing all of this for me. I know its very complicated and it may cause a lot of mess, but thank you for trying.”

He smiled, “No.” he cupped your face. “Thank you for giving me this chance to make it right.” and he leaned in to give you a soft passionate kiss.

“What the fuck is happening here?” you jolted and quickly moved away from each other the moment you heard that voice.

“S-Seungyun...” you said nervously.

He looked so angry. Sunghoon moved and put you behind him. Seungyun clenched his jaw and trailed his angry eyes from you towards his brother.

“You...” he started and you almost didn’t recognize his tone. He was raging mad. “You did all of this! You are trying to steal my wife from me!” he shouted and went in to give him a punch.

You screamed and quickly went to stop him. “Seungyun, stop! Please! Its not his fault!” you said and he looked at you with disgust over his eyes. He just couldn’t believe what’s happening behind his back.

“How can you do this to me? And with my own brother?” a tear left your eyes, hurting seeing him this hurt. You may not love him as much as you love Sunghoon, but you do still care for him.

He pulled his arm from you causing you to stumble back, he even almost hit your face because of how hard he pulled off. Sunghoon quickly stood up and held him over his collar. “Watch it, asshole.” he angrily said.

You held his arm, stopping him. “You’re the asshole here! What? You’re too insecure that you even stole my own wife from me?!” his brother shouted back.

You are about to say something when their Mom arrived in the scene as well. “What’s happening here?! Sunghoon, Seungyun!” she said panicking.

No one glanced at her, just you. Seungyun and Sunghoon were busy shooting glares at each other. Their Mom went in between and made Sunghoon let go from his brother.

“I sensed something was wrong so I cut my business trip shortly.” Seungyun said and lets out a scoff. “Turns out you two are cheating behind my back.”

Their Mom’s eyes grew big for a while before she turned her head towards your side. Her eyes reflects Seungyun’s.

“Sunghoon, is that true?!” she asked.

Sunghoon held your arm and slowly pulled you behind him, shielding you from any judging eyes his family may give you.

“She’s mine first.” he started. “She’s my ex-girlfriend.” he revealed.

Seungyun was left speechless after hearing about it. None of you talked. Their mother walked closer to your side and your eyes grew when she slapped Sunghoon’s face. “I’m disappointed in you, Sunghoon! How can you do this to your own brother?!” she said.

Your heart ached hearing his mother say those words to him and him taking all the blame. “I-Its not his fault, Ma’am. I was—” her raging eyes turned to you.

“You slut! How dare you seduce my sons! You’re so ungrateful!” she screamed and raised her hand to hit you with all her might.

You shut you eyes, ready to accept her rage. You heard the sound it made, but you can’t feel anything. When you open your eyes, you saw shock over her face and Sunghoon’s cheek all red. You can even saw a small bruise beside it because of her ring.

“Please don’t hurt her. I can take it all, just don’t hurt her, please.” he plead.

He stood in front of you, protecting you. It made you tear up.

“Are you really choosing that girl over your own family?!” his mother asked.

“Family? Since when did you treat me as your son, Mom? I was only there whenever Seungyun hyung was not around. You only see me when he’s not here.” you can see that she was taken aback.

“Y/n was the only one who made me feel loved and I was too stupid to let her go years ago.” he said and slid his hold from your arm over to your hand to intertwin your fingers.

“So when I get the chance to have her back, I took my shot.” he glanced at his brother. “I’m sorry if its in the wrong way and I understand if you will get mad at me. I will take it all, just don’t mess with her.” he said.

He sighed, “If you want to take it to legal court, we’ll be there. The divorce papers will be ready by tomorrow so it will be delivered to your office.” he said before finally pulling you to leave that house.

When you arrived at his place, you were both silent. He went to the bathroom and you quickly followed. He was looking for a first aid kit.

“Let me help you.” you said the moment he took a hold of it.

He turns his head and nodded. You walked inside and made him sit down. You started cleaning his wound while he silently watch you do it. His heart thump in worry. You’ve been very quiet ever since you left the mansion. He’s scared that you’re regretting your decision.

“A-Are you regretting it?” he suddenly asked and you furrowed your brows when you heard it.

“What made you think that?” you cupped his face.

“You’ve been very silent.”

You sighed and put his arm away so you can sit over his lap which he willingly let you. “I was just overwhelmed because of the things that happened a while ago.” you said clinging your arm over him for support.

He slid his arm over your waist, making sure you’re not going to fall. “I know. It must have scared you when my Mom started screaming.”

You pouted, remembering the scary scene. It did scared you, but having him beside you at least made you feel braver.

“It did. But at least we don’t have to hide anymore, right?” he gave your cheeks a kiss before nuzzling his nose at the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much, y/n. I will do everything for you.” he mumbled, that made your worries go away.

“I love you, Sunghoon.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Sunghoon asked when he stopped his car at the parking lot of his brother’s company.

Its been 2 months already ever since it happened. Things were rough. A lot of people knew about it and started speaking ill about the two of you. But none of it was your concern, just like how Sunghoon predicted it, it eventually dissolved and got forgotten.

Now, you suddenly received an email from Seungyun that he will finally sigh the divorce papers. You got surprised because he was very certain that he wouldn’t do it a month ago. It made you wonder what changed his heart to do this.

“No. I can do this.” you said and leaned in to give Sunghoon a light kiss.

He nodded his head, “Call me if anything happens.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes before unlocking the door of his car, “Its Seungyun, Hoon. He won’t do anything bad.”

He pouted, “Just making sure, love.”

You giggled and nodded before finally waving at him. You went inside and told the lobby about the reason of your visit. She told you to go at the top floor to his office.

His secretary was the first one you saw. She flashes her smile, seeing you after a long time after the issue sure means a lot to her. What happened between you and her boss sure made her sad, but she knows things happens.

“He’s already waiting for you.” and she opened the door for you after she announced to him that you arrived.

The atmosphere feels heavy as you take steps closer to his table. He was doing something over his laptop when you entered so he didn’t look at you.

“Good afternoon, Seungyun.” you greeted him making him look at you.

He didn’t show any reaction, but you can see how he seemed very tired. It was obvious that he was drowning himself with work. Somehow, you felt bad.

“Heres the file.” you said glancing away as you hand him the folder.

He accepted it after staring at it for a while. He didn’t said anything and started reading the statements. “My lawyer also includes there that you’d get to keep your own assets all by yourself and that I wouldn’t get any of my shares.”

His head lift and brows furrowing at you, “Y/n, I know we’re separating but some of it was bought during our marriage. You’re considered as co-owner of some properties.”

You bit your lower lip and shake your head, “I don’t think I deserve it, Seungyun. I appreciate it really, but I will feel better if we settle it that way.”

He stared at you before finally signing it. The silence were suffocating for you. After he finishes, you accepted it and stood right away. You bowed at him.

“I know I’ve already said it a lot of times and this won’t even make your pain go away, but I’m sorry things have to end this way, Seungyun.” you said sincerely.

“I know you’re disappointed and mad, but things probably better this way. You deserve someone who will love you as much as you love them.” you flash him a smile.

“I wish you genuine happiness.” and you turned your heals to leave.

You’re already near the door when he talked. “I was indeed disappointed and mad.” he started.

You turned your head and looked at his way. “I’m disappointed because you didn’t told me right away. I am mad, but I’m mad at myself.” he said that surprised you.

“I’m mad at myself because I failed to see what my younger brother truly feels and how hard things were for him ever since. I was so drowned with my envy towards him that I failed to notice how he’d been through a lot.” he said and you saw him trying to hold his emotions to himself.

“You’re probably wondering why I suddenly decided to sign the papers.” he said and you nodded your head.

He flashed you a small smile, “Ever since that night I knew about you and Sunghoon, he always came to see me. To talk and convince me to let you go.”

Your eyes grew big, because you didn’t know about that.

“I d-didn’t know about that.”

He nodded, “Well, that’s Sunghoon. He’s not someone who will fully let you know about his efforts.”

“I was in so much pain that I made sure that I won’t let you have what you want thay easily.” he glanced away.

“But what shaken me was his last visit.”

Your heart raced, waiting for what he was about to say next.

“My brother is full of pride. He’s not someone who will beg for something. He’s not the type of person who will let other people step on him. He knew he was all that and that he can get everything he wants all by himself.” Seungyun said, and you saw how his eyes formed tears at the corner.

“But that day, Sunghoon begged me. He told me about how much important you are to him and that how he much he loves you.” he said and sighed. You saw him gulped as he looked back at you, your eyes have tears over them as well hearing about this from him.

“Sunghoon kneeled. Can you imagine that?” a smirk spreads over his lips as a tear stream down. “The oh-so-great Park Sunghoon kneeled here in this room.”

Your eyes were big, tears continuous flowing out from it.

“I can still remember the exact words he said that day.” he sighed. “He said, ‘Please, hyung. I know I hurt you, but Y/n is all I have. Please give her to me and you won’t heard anything from me again. I won’t ask for anything else. She’s all I need. I love her so much.”

You heart was overwhelmed by the things you’ve learnt from him. All you can think about is that you want to go back to Sunghoon and hug him very tight.

“Please don’t leave my brother, y/n. You made him feel alive.”

You smiled and nodded before finally leaving to go back to Sunghoon. You are crying at the elevator, but you didn’t mind the stares. When you arrived by the parking lot, he was leaning by his car patiently waiting.

When he saw you, he stood straight smiling. It slowly faded when he saw you crying. “What happened? Did he do something?” he asked, starting to get worked up.

You shake your head and quickly caged him in a tight embrace, “I love you so much, Sunghoon. Thank you for your efforts.”

He was stunned, but slowly he gave in to your hug. He gently made you lean away so he can cup your face.

“I love you more, love.” and he leaned in to seal your love with a kiss.

main master-list

greek mythology teaser

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #eeunoiaverse #eeunoia #eeunoiawrites #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen lee heeseung #enhypen jay park #enhypen jake sim #enhypen kim sunoo #enhypen nishimura riki

256 notes · View notes

fangirl--writes · 11 months

Note

Ok, I'm curious mostly because of your Ecco fic. How do you see the Gotham villains as parents?

…

No one knows much I love discussing this idea except many @gabile18 who is present for most of my ramblings.

Sooo this might have to be a multi part ask?

Starting off strong with the Valeska Twins

GIF by sanelikevaleska

🤡 Papa Jerome

So I believe with my whole heart he would try to be good father

Never saw himself as a parent but children and animals naturally gravitate toward him

Wears the name with pride.

Bandit Heeler Vibes

He REFUSES to be like his parents

Will even go straight for his kid(s)

That doesn’t mean they won’t end up with some new shiny toy, or other obviously stolen item of desire

Spoils them Rotten

Constantly talks about them will show photos it’s embarrassing

“Look at my baby 😭😭 aren’t they just amazing” shows albums of photos to hostages

Always present in their life. He’s very involved. (Whether they want it or not)

School drop offs are a must much to other parents and Jim’s dismay (Education is v important to him)

“I never had this chance I got dragged around a circus by my abusive alcoholic mother you’re going .”

school plays, band concerts, sports? FRONT ROW

They are his world god help whoever tries to take that from him

GIF by missis-gingersnap

👓 Father Jeremiah (Pre-Spray)

Child? Where 😑🤮

Oh, you mean His Child? 🥹 (Eventually)

He DID NOT EVER want a kid, however it happens and he has to adapt and survive

Bourbon Dad.

He will quite drinking, but he picks up smoking

Baby's an iPad kid

Ecco will primarily care for them as a little little.

Him change a diaper? (No.)

He is very awkward around them.

BUT he gives them any and everything.

Has no parental instinct whatsoever.

His child is a SECRET.

Unlike Jerome who will gladly be public as a dad, Jeremiah keeps them well hidden in the bunker. He has his life to think about

GIF by endiness

👔 Father Jeremiah (Post Spray)

Oof.

There are so many thoughts here…

His love evolves into possession, an obsession to protect them.

If they had any freedoms before, they’re gone now. The kid is under constant surveillance. Always guarded.

They’re too precious to lose, too precious to be on their own

They’d never understand the complexities of what he’s trying to do for them. So, he HAD to lock them away.

Mother Gothel Mode ACTIVATE

“How is my flower today Hm? I brought you another book to add to your collection.”

ON THE FLIP SIDE

He could care less what happens to them.

It’s like a switch was flipped. He doesn’t feel a thing toward the child.

Regardless on how much they beg and plead that they need him, or love him

Unless, they had some special talent, or skill that he can exploit.

Then, he guesses you can stay, but stay out of his way until he needs you.

Oh, you don’t? You’re worthless to him and his plans, you could be canon fodder for all he cares.

✨Gremlin Taglist✨:

Want to be added drop a comment down below!

@gabile18

@oreosplease

@theunquenchablethirst

@maria-akira

@kpopgirlbtssvt

@glowingatdawn

@mrsfullbuster500

@peterpanouat

@miss-fantazmagoria

@darkmoviesquotespizza

#gotham on fox #jerome valeska #gotham headcanons #gotham jerome valeska #jerome valeska headcannon #Jeremiah Valeska #jeremiah valeska gotham #jeremiah valeska headcanon #post spray jeremiah #post spray jeremiah valeska #prespray jeremiah valeska #gotham imagines

60 notes · View notes

randomshit657 · 5 months

Text

I’m going to be talking about OCD and Intrusive thoughts, and very briefly religious trauma. And maybe slight disordered eating. If that will bother you please skip.

Okay so I know that many people aren’t going to see this but if even one person sees this and maybe learns something I’ll be happy.

Okay so I have OCD, and that’s kind of what I want to talk about. I promise you I’m not trauma dumping just listen for a moment.

I’ve known I had OCD since I was in 4th grade but it never really felt like I actually had it because of all the stereotypes surrounding it.

I never needed to keep everything perfectly clean or check things multiple times or any of that. It took me years to actually accept I had it because of these stereotypes. Instead I just felt crazy or wrong or bad, and I don’t want anyone to feel that.

I thought that mine wasn’t that severe so it didn’t mean anything. Trust me it does. If you’ve been diagnosed or think you have it, I would highly recommend getting therapy because trust me you don’t want it to get bad.

Anyway I’m here to talk about some things about OCD. Starting with the intrusive thoughts.

I don’t think the intrusive thoughts that come with OCD are really discussed enough when in reality they are the reasons for the compulsions.

First things first intrusive thoughts aren’t “I want to dye my hair at 3 am.” That’s an impulsive thought there a huge difference, and I’m not trying to attack you for using intrusive thoughts in that context especially if you didn’t know the difference, but it’s important you know the difference and you the terms in the proper context.

And I say this because if people start believing intrusive thoughts are things you actually want to do but just do impulsively it’s going to cause a huge problem especially for people with OCD.

If you have OCD your intrusive thoughts can be terrible, awful things. That they don’t want to do. Let me repeat that people with OCD don’t want to do their intrusive thoughts hence the compulsions because their brain convinces them that whatever they do will stop the thoughts.

But those thoughts are just something impulsive you want to do they are a lot of the time truly disturbing things. Sometimes these thoughts will get so bad people with lock themselves in their houses because they are scared of hurting someone. When I’m actuality these people are the least likely to actually act on these thoughts.

Now let’s get onto compulsions. When most people think of compulsions they think of hand washing or having to do something a certain amount of times but we’ll that can be the case from some people those aren’t the only types of compulsions.

For example reassurance seeking can be a compulsion. Asking your friends things like “Am I a bad person?” Or “Do you still love me?” or whatever your intrusive thoughts are telling you.

I’m going to explain a few of mine because I would say mine aren’t as well known. For instance waking up every morning and the first thing I have to think being “Today is the day the world will end.” Because I was always told god would destroy it when I least expected it so now if I don’t repeat it every morning I’m on edge all day.

Or not being able to stomach anything that isn’t labeled gluten free or made by me, I also cant eat unless I know I can go home after on the off chance some gluten made it’s way into it and I get sick.

The last one I’m going to mention is being overly nice to everyone at school. I would have such vivid thoughts about someone hurting people at school that even if this person was a huge jerk I would be nice to them or go out of my way to complement them because that would somehow fix thing.

The point is compulsions come in all shapes and forms and OCD is rarely logical, but it doesn’t change the fact that it feels logical. Just because you don’t fit a the stereotype doesn’t mean you don’t have it. It’s important to know that because with everything else your probably going through with this disorder you don’t need denial on your plate aswell.

It’s important to try and get help for this disorder because honestly it can be scary, and can cause a hole pile of other issues. But if you can’t here are some pointers.

1. Do your best to not participate in the compulsions. Now this won’t be easy at all and that doesn’t mean they’ll go away but they’ll be easier to manage. Trust me. I was forced to break one from sheer in ability of not being able to do it and it sucked but I was happier than I had been in months after I got through that.

2. Remember the intrusive thoughts aren’t you, and tell your brain that to.

3. I know it sounds silly and might not help everyone it i know for me kind of talking to my brain like a child works. Like “I know what you are feeling is very real but why don’t we try watching tv for a bit and see if you still want to do it then. Okay?” And then just try and distract yourself. It’s not fool proof but you know.

4. Just remember you’re stronger than you think. I know it’s hard and some days are really going to suck. But as hard as it is you can work through it. It won’t go away but it will become easier.

Anyway that’s it. I know this is a little rambely but I hope it gets the point across.

#actually ocd #ocd #mental health #mental illness #intrusive thoughts #you’ll be okay #important info #obsessive compulsive disorder

22 notes · View notes

the-bi-space-ace · 8 months

Text

Daniel Jackson & Why Stargate SG-1 is the Best Show in the World

Here we go again. Listen, my obsession with this show knows no bounds and I’m going to simply have to take you through my thoughts on every character.

Strap in. It gets long.

Daniel Jackson. Linguist and ancient aliens believer (Daniel. It really is your worst quality. Even worse that YOU WERE RIGHT HOLY MOLY) and he figured out how to dial the Stargate and get it to work. A character known for his intelligence and empathy, his moral compass and being petty as fuck. A man who pushes those around him to be better people, and to think outside of themselves. Also he has allergies which plays into a very cute intro to his character in the show where Jack literally tosses a tissue box into the Stargate to make contact with Jackson. Let’s get into it.

We open season one with the SGC traveling back to Abydos where they left Daniel Jackson in the og movie after disaster struck (that disaster you may ask??? ….. I have no clue I haven’t watched it yet BUT I DIGRESS). There’s a problem. Aliens came through the Stargate and took one of their own. They need to talk to Daniel, to the Abydonians, and what follows is unfortunate.

You see, they defeated Ra in the movie, a parasite pretending to be a god, and thought they were done with this villain. Unfortunately they’re facing a new one, same shit different name: Apophis - brother of Ra. And it turns out they aren’t finished with stealing and enslaving people. Now, the genre of villain they’re against is swift, cunning, technologically advanced, and ruthless. The Goa’uld. They attack Abydos and take a young boy named Skaara and Sha’re, Daniel’s wife, captive along with the SG team member.

Ugh. Sha’re. Daniel is so sweet to her. They’re so clearly in love. Daniel Jackson has my favorite quality in a man which is that one of his primary personality traits is that he loves his wife. Ugh. It kills me that the Goa’uld took her away and he spends the next few years desperately tracking her down. The Goa’uld end up possessing both Sha’re and Skaara and it leads to Daniel Jackson rejoining the SGC and joining Jack O’Neill and Sam in SG-1.��

It’s important to note a few things about Daniel here that inform me about why he is the way that he is. He was orphaned as a child, he lost his wife whom he loved very much, and he is extremely empathetic. He basically imprints on every being he comes across that doesn’t have a family and that kills me. He’s desperate for connection and he tries to understand the motives and meaning behind everything. He cares about people. He cares about culture. He cares about respecting things you don’t understand.

While we’re on the subject of imprinting, let's talk about Daniel and his friendships. We’ll start with Sam and Daniel. True science besties. I love every interaction between these two. It's like they found their platonic soulmate that they’ve spent their lives looking for. They info dump with each other, bask in each other’s intelligence and value it even when they have zero clue what the other is on about. Their friendship is pure and quick and beautiful and I can’t talk about Daniel without touching on how he quickly latches onto his friends and makes them important and how it makes his life fuller to have them. He does the same with Jack. They clearly care deeply for each other and Daniel finds a safe space in Jack. A space where he can push and be angry and ask questions and share how he feels and never receive rejection from Jack. Yes, they fight and argue and disagree but it is (typically) a safe disagreement where they’ll mend anything they hurt. Then there’s Teal’c. Teal’c, the man who is… kind of responsible for taking Sha’re from him. A man that Daniel wants to hate but can’t. Because Teal’c is a changed man. A man who had little choice. A man who Daniel has come to recognize as a friend and ally. This. This is big for Daniel.

Imagine. Your wife is taken from you. The man responsible for choosing her to take is now saying he is going to help you defeat your enemies. He lives on earth with you. He is treated as an honorable man and warrior. He is part of your team. Your everyday life. And you forgive him. You forgive because it’s the right thing. You forgive because you know it’s not his fault. You forgive because your heart is big enough to do so. To not assign blame where it’s unfair. That is Daniel Jackson. That is who he is. And fuck do I admire this in him. If it were my partner taken, life stolen from them, parasites taken over their body and using them to harm people. If I had to look at the man who chose her every day I might not be so forgiving. I might not have it in me to see a difference. This quality is something I admire because it is something that would be excruciating for me.

Speaking of excruciating things: watching Daniel’s face when someone he loves is in danger is like getting stabbed through the heart. One of the moments that sticks out in my mind is when Jack and Teal’c are trapped on a submarine that is being overrun by Replicators. Their only hope at not letting these bastards take over the earth is to blow it up, with both of them on it. Jack tells them to prepare to do it and Daniel is immediately against it. Jack takes his helmet off so he can hold the camera up so Daniel can see his face, can talk directly to him, and tells him to do it. When Daniel, in desperation, pushes again Jack reiterates that he does not want to die by the replicators. He doesn’t want his life to be over that way. Daniel has to let him and Teal’c go. Daniel eventually gives in but he refuses to look away while two of his friends die. (Spoiler alert is that they get saved at the last minute, thank fuck.)

We watch this despair each and every time one of his loved ones is in danger. We watch his expression, his heartbreak, his feelings of powerlessness. He’s desperately done everything he can to keep them safe. Daniel is not a soldier. He is an academic. He doesn’t have the training that the rest of them do. He hasn’t been taught how to handle battlefields and death and loss like they have. Watching his friends get hurt or die is so devastating for him. They are his family. Losing them is like losing everything he has left, especially since losing Sha’re and leaving everyone on Abydos. His heart holds all of them so dear.

We know he values his friendships, but what about the times he makes friends with beings from other planets? One of my favorite times is with an Unas who kidnaps him to sacrifice him. Now, Daniel spends a lot of time trying to communicate with this Unas. He shares food with him, talks, they play games. All while he’s being dragged through the wilderness to be slaughtered. He starts to understand the Unas, to learn that he has a connection with this one. Eventually this connection is what saves him in the end. Daniel even goes on a rescue mission to save this Unas when he gets captured in a later season.

Then we have Reese. Oh, Reese. I liked her. She was an android responsible for creating the Replicators, a dangerous villain in later seasons of SG-1. Daniel spends time bonding with her, learning about her, and figuring out why she made the Replicators. She was lonely. She spent her life being told she was ‘made wrong’ and that she needed to be ‘fixed’. She was sad and emotionally uncontrolled. I’m about to be annoying about this but this is why Daniel bonds so well with her. She was lonely. She wanted friends. She wanted kinship. Daniel so desperately wants these things. He’s so lonely, has been since childhood. He sees himself in her. And when she dies he’s heartbroken. It’s the first time you hear him cuss at Jack, a line that will live in my head forever: You stupid son of a bitch. Now, Jack isn’t stupid. Daniel knows this. Daniel is angry. But Jack was just trying to protect him, doing the thing he does to show his love, and it was rejected. This moment stings. It stings because of the context. It stings because of when it happens. It stings because of what happens only a few episodes later.

Daniel dies. Daniel dies because of his empathy and action. He dies protecting people. He dies. And it’s heartbreaking. Watching everyone say goodbye to him is one of the most tear-inducing moments so far. (I cried for… a long time.) Teal’c honors him in a way culturally significant to him with tears in his eyes. A man that is usually stoic and a strong silent type letting himself mourn a friend he’s grown to love. Sam cries and reminds him that she loves him and she wishes she could do more for him. He can’t even respond to her at that point but she sits with him and takes in what little time they have left. And Jack, well, he makes a joke. He tries to be serious about it but it’s too uncomfortably close to talking outright about his feelings so he makes some joke about how Daniel has been a pain in his ass for five years and despite all of that he has grown to admire the man that Daniel has become. It’s so painfully Jack O’Neill that it’s charming and gets Daniel to smile. (CAVEAT Daniel is not like… dead dead… I’ve been informed that he returns and my sadness over it is only temporary since the character will be back soon… and yet I still cried for over an hour over him.)

The worst part is that there is a chance for him to be saved. But he stops them so he can ‘ascend’ and ‘do more’. And how does he stop them? Well, he talks to the one person he knows will respect his decision, the one person he knows will let him go, the one person he knows he can trust to have the responsibility to take care of it. Jack. He tells Jack to let him go, to make them stop, to let Daniel move on. And Jack, despondent and unhappy as he is to do it, does. It is horrible to watch. Daniel standing in front of Jack, crying, telling him he’ll miss everyone while Jack says ‘yeah. Me too.’ and lets Daniel go. Ugh. It kills me. He says at some point during the episode that his life is worth no more than anyone else’s. That he hasn’t done much. He’s not done enough to help. Oh boy. He’s so wrong. He’s so unbelievably wrong it hurts. He’s an idiot. Not enough? Daniel, sweetie, you’ve given your life to this. You’ve saved civilizations, saved earth, saved Skaara, what more do you need to know that you have done miraculous things? His low self esteem hurts me here. He doesn’t believe he’s done good, that he is good. How does a man who has given his life to this cause think so little of himself? Well, I think it stems back to his parents.

Goodness. I believe his parents loved him more than the moon and all the stars. I believe they raised that boy with attention and affection and love and care and it is a damn shame that they died. It’s a damn shame they died at the same time. It’s bullshit that Daniel watched it. He watched both of his parents die when he was around 10-12 years old. He became an orphan in an instant. He went from two loving parents to the foster system in seconds. Now, he didn’t have to go to the system. He had a grandfather that could have adopted him but the man didn’t. He had a career more important than Daniel. I wouldn’t make the same choice if it were me. Hell, this little baby lost everything in a day and he needed someone. He needed love. He needed a home that was familiar. And instead of taking on the responsibility, instead of working through his anger and helping him cope you left him. My sympathies lie with Daniel here because I love him so deeply so I get angry when I think about little Daniel having a family member that could take him and instead being given up because of… what? A career? Some things are more important. (Sidenote that I am not condemning people for prioritizing themselves instead of having children… I am not ever going to have children and that is completely of my own free will and choice and wants and needs. What I am saying is that Daniel’s grandfather chose to leave him for the sake of himself and I think this rejection is where Daniel’s low self esteem comes from.)

His grandfather’s rejection is the start in a long line of rejections. Rejection from his peers, rejection from superiors, rejection from society. He finally finds somewhere he feels he belongs (Abydos) and that is gone too. In the blink of an eye. He thinks he isn’t good enough. And I think that blows. (Another side note that I think Daniel has at least ADHD if not also Autism and since I have both of those things I get really fiery about Daniel so… I’M BIASED OKAY.) He spends the rest of his life searching for connection, community, love. Hell, he even tries to infodump to Jack in episode one and faces yet another rejection of his skills and interests and I can’t help but feel like that hurts. Now, Jack does this song and dance often throughout the show with Daniel but it starts to feel more like they’re purposefully winding each other up and not like Jack is trying to hurt him. But… a different post for a different day.

Now, I won’t lie. I am super drawn to characters like this. I had a huge crush on Milo from Atlantis as a kid and Daniel is very very close to that character in a lot of ways. The floppy hair, the glasses, the nerdiness, the excitable way he talks. So… I’m a little biased… but this character… this character rules. He’s sweet and kind and sometimes so petty it makes me laugh. He’s funny and charming and GOSH I JUST LOVE HIM OKAY. HE’S STUPID CUTE IT MAKES ME MAD. But. He has flaws. Flaws that make me like him even more but flaws nonetheless. He can be one track minded. He takes things into his own hands and puts himself in danger and puts his team in uncomfortable positions because of it. He lets his emotions get the better of him. He compartmentalizes by throwing his all into things like working and solving something. He’s a great man. But he’s confused and scared and has such low self-esteem it hurts.

His flaws are on full display when he puts himself in immediate danger to stop Jack from destroying a ship that is about to wipe out a civilization that they helped get a new home for. Daniel has talked to this person, knows that he can prevent two civilizations from being destroyed, but Jack is focused on helping the one they’ve already connected with. Daniel disobeys Jack’s order. He puts himself in the path of an explosive in order to convince the other person to cease unintentionally destroying the planet in order to find another solution. While Daniel does succeed and it is the right thing he still puts Jack in a situation where he has to choose to sacrifice Daniel if he is to complete their mission and save a whole group of people. It isn’t fair. It hurts Jack, pisses him off, but Daniel isn’t putting that piece of it as his top priority. He’s putting saving two whole civilizations of history, art, and passion as his top priority. He doesn’t think past the consequences of what he’s doing.

Another case like this is in season one, The Torment of Tantalus, where they find a device that contains information well beyond our wildest dreams. ‘Meaning of life stuff’ as he likes to say. He values this preservation of history and knowledge. Even more than his own life. His one track mindedness here almost gets him killed. Jack begs him to go, tries to force him, but Daniel refuses and again forces Jack to make the choice to leave him behind and get everyone else to safety. Now, Daniel does end up following and getting out of there but it does take him a little bit of time to come to the conclusion that he does have to leave. He can’t just give up his life to stay behind on a planet about to be destroyed by a storm.

I want to touch on his pettiness for a moment because it is damn entertaining to watch him get… petulant for lack of a better word. I have never seen a man more willing to mouth off to high ranking government officials or question his bosses or down right taunt someone holding him captive. He will say some stupid joke in the driest tone I’ve ever heard and all I’m thinking is: yep this is the day he gets punched in the face. This is it. They’re going to do it. This man does not know when to shut up. My dear, sweet boy sometimes you have to SHUT UP!!! Self preservation, Daniel! Ever heard of it?!?! By far the best part of his pettiness is the looks him and Sam share when someone says something stupid. Some high ranking officer saying something stupid or derogatory? Sam and Daniel are sharing a ‘do you hear this guy?’ look. Someone being a bit too mouthy for their liking? They’re side-eyeing each other. They are true best friends. Having silent conversations with one another while everyone else in the room argues. I love their very first meeting. Sam geeking out over the dialing device while Daniel watches her like ‘who is this and why is she literally the most amazing person I’ve ever met’. Them interacting that whole first episode is just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They are best friends, your honor. I cherish them.

Daniel, above all, is the definition of what it means to have a found family. His was taken from him and he spends his life finding a family again. The great thing is that he does find it. He finds it and he holds on so tight. I’m still working through the seasons of Stargate but Daniel is an interesting and beautiful character. He’s traumatized and sad but he’s also wonderfully complex and still learning.

If you haven’t watched Stargate consider this: the found family trope runs rampant here. There’s plenty of content to watch, plenty of relationships to explore, and plenty of things to be said about this show. Plus, you could write some damn good fic about it if you wanted to :)

#Daniel Jackson #Stargate sg1 #sg1 #Stargate spoilers #this show was released the year I was born #I am the age that Michael Shanks was when he did season one of Stargate SG-1 #just think about that for a second #also all the gifs of daniel are cute #i didn't even SCRATCH THE SURFACE OF THIS CHARACTER HOW IS IT 3000 WORDS LONG #anyway watch stargate sg-1 #i have a slight crush on daniel jackson shut up #i like them smart and opinionated #I could go into a whole other thing about how he's never afraid to push back but another post another day #this is already too long #ily ok bye #i have raging adhd #Stargate Analysis

33 notes · View notes