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5thcomplex · 5 years ago

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COINCIDENCE, FATE & DESTINY.

ASK ELIZABETH LAMB ABOUT THE HOPE COUNTY INCIDENT, she’ll always call it coincidence or shit-ass-luck. she was never meant to be at the arrest of joseph seed. the arresting second to deputy cameron burke was meant to be deputy jousha carrington, who was sick with food poisoning when the arrest was meant to take place. unable to postpone the arrest, deputy elizabeth lamb was asked to step in and take his place. agreeing, [due to having a childhood friend in hope county] she embarked on the trip to montana and the helicopter ride into hope county. this was bad luck to her.

REVELATION 6:1: AND I SAW WHEN THE LAMB OPENED ONE OF THE SEALS, AND I HEARD, AS IT WERE THE NOISE OF THUNDER, ONE OF THE FOUR BEASTS SAYING, COME AND SEE.

her vest had her name on it. DEPUTY E. LAMB. joseph seed quotes revelation 6:1 as he is arrested, directed to elizabeth. IN THAT MOMENT, SHE BECOMES HIS LAMB. SHE BECOMES THE FIFTH SEAL. joseph perceives her as his destiny. that she will bring forth the collapse & as she survives everything his brothers, sister & flock throw at her, he becomes more sure of that. that both she is his destiny and that they are destined to survive the collapse together.

JOSEPH SEED: YOU ARE NOT HERE BY ACCIDENT OR CHANCE. [.. MISSION: THE CLEANSING.]

REVELATION 6:9-10: AND WHEN HE HAD OPENED THE FIFTH SEAL, I SAW UNDER THE ALTAR THE SOULS OF THEM THAT WERE SLAIN FOR THE WORD OF GOD, AND FOR THE TESTIMONY WHICH THEY HELD: AND THEY CRIED WITH A LOUD VOICE, SAYING, HOW LONG, O LORD, HOLY AND TRUE, DOST THOU NOT JUDGE AND AVENGE OUR BLOOD ON THEM THAT DWELL ON THE EARTH?

she doesn’t see herself as anyone’s destiny, anyone’s anything. the continued idea during the game that you were meant to be there, is consistently rejected by elizabeth. the mass-cult ideology of the fifth sin & the fifth seal is projected on her, unwillingly forcing her into the role of ‘wrath’ & ‘the lamb’. linking into that, joseph’s reactions to his siblings death’s influence the idea of the seven seals & the lamb [referring to the deaths of his siblings at the hand of the deputy as A SEAL HAS BEEN OPENED.] the first four biblical seals release the four horsemen of the apocalypse [which ubisoft art depicts the four seed siblings as] while the fifth seal releases ‘cries of martyrs for the wrath of god’. the death of the last sibling references the deputy A SNAKE IN THE GARDEN [an obvious parallel to the snake of the garden of eden who corrupted adam & eve by convincing them to eat a fruit from the tree of good and evil]. she is continuously forced into roles within joseph’s vision of the collapse, her narrative within it being constantly changed and manipulated in order to fit his ‘visions’. [even how originally the group are referred to as THE LOCUSTS IN OUR GARDEN by joseph, before changing elizabeth’s narrative to the-sinner-to-be-cleansed & the lamb and then to the snake; constantly changing how she is seen & portrayed as.]

JOHN: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. YOU DON'T BELIEVE. YOU DON'T CARE. FAITH: YOU STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU'RE DOING, DO YOU? JACOB: YOU DID EVERYTHING HE SAID YOU WOULD DO. AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT. YOU HAD NO FUCKING CLUE. [.. MISSIONS: WRATH, PARADISE LOST, ONLY YOU.]

all of the seed siblings relate to the idea of fate [primarily stemming from joseph’s beliefs/visions] and that the deputy has a larger role to play. that her actions are some larger then life, that it has been foresaw and was meant to happen, to an extent. [jacob stating that joseph truly saw the death of his siblings by her hand & that she followed what he saw, without knowing.] there is a consistent message of fate & destiny, that you were meant to kill the seeds always, that it always ends in the bunker. this is your purpose.

everything for her is luck, bad or good. it simply is. there is no divine intervention or force, nothing pulling anyone together or pre-planning events. everything is constantly in motion. the conflict between her & joseph exists on far more than just a physical level of war but a conflict of multiple ideologies. elizabeth & joseph are, and always will be, two sides of the same coin. they exist on two very different levels, both absolute opposites of each other.

#META.#(..) i think; it's very interesting the concepts of fate & destiny; especially how it is shown in game.#because it's a repeating theme; that you were always meant to be there and that #you were always meant to do this.#this is your purpose in life.#especially the emphasis on joseph & the deputy #[.. ie. you can walk away/the only who could not walk away/it means i was right]#anyhow; i find it interesting.. Hm #long post for ts #ask to tag.

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hwas-housewife · 6 years ago

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honey part 1

neighbor!Joshua x Reader

words: 3.9k

Summary: it would be safe to say that if it weren’t for you moving across the street from Joshua Hong, you probably wouldn’t have met him. Nor would he have become your best friend.

Genre: hecka fluff right now but I swear its angst if you start to squint and wait for part two

Warnings: none

A/N: so this is only part one (obviously) but I’ve been wanting to publish this since I started writing it and couldn’t wait to finish it. I would highly recommend listening to “Reminisce about All” by Onewe when reading, it captures the overall feeling of the fic. thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy~

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“Hello! My name is Joshua, but you can call me Josh, and I live across the street,” the cute boy who had appeared unwarranted at your door introduced himself as he waved at your flustered expression.

“I’m going to be a freshman this coming year, by the way. What’s your name?”

You may have only just met Hong Jisoo, but his cat-shaped almond eyes and bright smile made your heart flutter as he stood there with a kind expression, waiting for you to respond.

“My name is Y/N,” you managed to stutter out, “Oh, and I’m going to be in seventh grade. It’s, uh, nice to meet you.”

“So, Y/N, do you like the neighborhood so far? I know there’s not many other kids around here but it’s not too bad, and I’m sure we can hang out too so it should hopefully be fun,” Joshua’s arm was scratching the back of his neck, something you began to pick up on as a sign of nerves.

“Well I did only moved in yesterday, so it’s kinda just been some unpacking…”

Despite the kind intentions, the conversation was choppy at best. It’s not like you expected an in-depth conversation when your parents had summoned you from your unpacking to “meet the neighbor’s son that was so nice to stop by”. In actuality, his parents sent him over in the hopes of Joshua acquiring a friend in the neighborhood, not on Joshua’s own accord.

If you were being honest, there was no way that this conversation would go well. You were an awkward, introverted 13-year-old who had never even socialized with classmates outside of school. You were merely hoping to survive this awkward greeting to escape back to your bedroom, where you were unpacking the remainder of your posters and wall decorations.

Why do parents love torturing their children? You were most definitely going to ask your parents later why they thought it would be a genius idea to let you talk to the neighborhood kid, not to mention he was a boy, all by yourself. You peered up at his tanned face, as Joshua met your gaze in a way that made you wonder if he too was inquiring about the same topic.

“Do you wanna come outside and hang out?”

Your eyes widened at the bold and brash statement, and you failed to hide your shocked expression before Joshua noticed.

“I mean, I guess you did say you were unpacking. Nevermind that was stupid of me to ask,” his shoulders shrunk as his face became that of disappointment and embarrassment.

You would be a liar if you said he didn’t look cute with his face and ears tinted pink.

“Um, I think I can take a break from unpacking,” you smiled up at his taller frame.

His eyes lit up and the bright smile returned to his face.

Although the first interaction was still one of the clumsiest conversations you have ever held, the friendship between Jousha and you was anything but. That fated day concluded when the sun had set and you were being called back home for dinner, convenient seeing as how your house was directly across the street from his own.

The next day, you were much less startled when a teenage boy knocked on your door and asked if you would like to hang out.

From then on, the two of you were deemed inseparable and would hang out nearly every day. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the steps in front of his house discussing comics or the most recent episode of an anime, other days you would lay in the yard, cloud gazing and discussing whatever came to mind.

“Now that one definitely looks like a rabbit. The top cloud makes up the head and the one off to the side is the body. It even has feet!”

Your face contorted as you tried to see what Joshua was claiming to be a rabbit. Joshua leaned in closer to where you were laying as he pointed above your heads in the direction of the clouds he was referring to. You exclaimed proudly once you could spot the furry animal, your arms unwinding from behind your head to punch up into the air in excitement.

“It took you long enough,” Joshua smiled down at you teasingly.

“To be fair, that is one of the lumpiest rabbits I have ever seen in my life,” you retorted.

Once the days become shorter and the leaves begin to change color, you both came to the realization that summer does not last forever, despite how much you wished it would. The day you went to orientation, your heart sunk as the reality of the situation finally hit you: Joshua was in a higher grade. And not only that, he would be at the high school while you were stuck in middle school.

The two of you would no longer spend every second around each other, as classes, homework, and after-school activities would take up the majority of your time. You sulked through the orientation as friends greeted each other with excitement, comparing class schedules and lunches.

Even when you returned home and went to hang out with Joshua, you remained quieter than normal with a perpetual pout plastered on your face.

“--and he waved back at me even though I thought he didn’t remember me. But then Hansol said the same thing about me! Isn’t that hilarious Y/N?”

Joshua looked over to where you were seated, next to him under the wide oak tree, as you peered out into the rest of the neighborhood. Your eyes were unfocused as if you failed to hear anything he had just said.

“Hello! Earth to Y/N! Is anybody home?” Joshua waved his hand in front of your face until you blinked a few times, shaking your head to escape whatever trance you were under.

“I’m sorry Shua, I can’t focus today. What did you say?” You looked over to the older boy, clad in a bright yellow t-shirt and shorts that he wore to his orientation that day.

“What’s got you so down? You’ve been much quieter than usual and you haven’t smiled at any of my jokes today,” Joshua’s face morphed into one of concern as he maneuvered to sit right across from you.

“It’s nothing, really,” you tried to brush off his worry but your forced smile and shrug of your shoulders couldn’t fool Joshua, not after the two of you spent so much time together. He knew what you looked like when you were fine, and you were very much not fine.

“Try me,” he patiently sat, waiting for you to respond to his kind words.

You had developed a soft spot for Joshua over the past few months, and he really was the only person you felt like you could reliably trust to tell anything to. So, with even a little push, you caved.

“I--I mean--it’s just,” a heavy sigh escaped your lips as you tried to voice your worries, “While I was at orientation today it kind of just hit me that we won’t get to hang out as much once school starts and I won’t even see you at school, and you’re like my best friend and I don’t know I guess it hit me today and it made me really sad seeing everyone else and--”

Joshua managed to silence you when he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving your body a small shake.

“Hey Y/N, cheer up. It’s not like I’m moving away or anything. We still have to ride the bus together. And if you thought my mom would let me walk to the bus stop without waiting for you then you really must be oblivious to everything. Besides, won’t this just make when we do hang out even more special?”

You stared at his soft face, the smile that spread across his face warmed your heart and shut out all the worries that filled your head just moments ago. A halfhearted smile began to blossom on your face.

“I guess you’re right,” you sheepishly glanced into his eyes as he moved his hand that was on your shoulder to atop your head where he rested it. It was a common action that he began to do about midway through summer. He may have started it as a comment on your shorter frame in comparison to his, but it became a regular thing that occurred rather irregularly. It quickly became a comfort to you for some unknown reason, and Joshua seemed to pick up on that too.

So, you smiled up at him as he rested his hand atop your head and smiled down at you, the only worry plaguing your head being the upcoming summer book report you had failed to accomplish yet, despite having the summer to complete it.

Joshua did indeed live up to his words. The first day of school, the two of you had organized a time to meet outside of your houses to walk to the bus stop together.

After forcing yourself out of the comfort of your bed, you managed to get dressed and prepare for the exciting day ahead, exciting being a loose term. You walked out the front door and found Joshua waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his bag slung over one shoulder.

He hadn’t noticed your presence yet and you took the moment to admire how good he looked dressed nice enough for the first day, but just messily enough to appear as though he didn’t put too much thought into his appearance.

Whoever he was trying to impress better admire him because you definitely were.

When you finally realized that you were ogling at your best friend and neighbor, you hurried down the steps to stand promptly in front of Joshua.

“So, what do you think?” You asked him, gesturing to your outfit. A casual flowy skirt and t-shirt covered your body and a pair of sneakers topped off your first day of school outfit.

Joshua gave you a quick glance before nodding his head, “You look nice. Ready to walk to the bus stop?”

Your cheeks tinted pink and you were happy for the dim light that surrounded the two of you. You nodded your head and began to follow after Joshua’s lead.

The two of you managed to walk to the bus stop with much ease, seen as how Joshua had traversed the same path for two years already. While everyone else at the bus stop was silent, the two of you were stood waiting for the bus and talking.

You would have been extremely anxious for the new school day but Joshua’s constant conversation with you filled your head with words and jokes to the point that you forgot that it was the first day of school. By the time the bus had arrived, the sky had begun to lighten up and you could easily make out all of the features on Joshua’s face as he talked animatedly towards you.

The bus was rather pact, and finding a completely empty seat for the two of you proved difficult, but manageable. You quickly took the window seat as Joshua closed you off from the center walkway.

“Most of the teachers that you have I actually had when I was in your grade, and they’re pretty chill. I mean, I didn’t always do my work but if you actually focus they’ll love you,” Joshua was turned towards you to continue the conversation you two were having.

“Ok, cool. So I’m gonna totally be fine. And today will just be introductions so I have no need to worry,” you smiled up at him, reassuring yourself with your words.

“Exactly. And I’ll see you after school on the bus so you can tell me all about it!”

Joshua was right about that, as he always was. The day flew by and you had no issues at all with any of your classes. You found him on the bus talking with some upperclassmen once school was out. And that became your guys’ routine.

The two of you would walk to the bus together, sit by each other on the bus, find each other after school, and walk home together. Conversations were filled with the school day, friend drama, and home life. And Joshua seemed to be right yet again. You cherished the time you did spend with him even more than when it was summer.

He seemed to make the days a bit more manageable.

And while your friends at school were developing crushes on fellow peers, you seemed to be developing a crush on Joshua. The realization came to you slowly, but surely.

You found yourself in your bedroom one school night when it hit you. The problems of having a crush on Joshua, though, became evident rather quickly to you. For one, he was your best friend, and why would you want to destroy that. For two, he was your neighbor. If things went poorly between you two, you would still have to see him every day.

It was quick to say that you shoved whatever feeling you had into the deepest darkest place of your heart, hoping to stifle it before it blossomed into more.

A year later you managed to find your first relationship shortly after Joshua had found himself one. As much as a small part of you wished it was Joshua that you were dating, it was in fact not.

A classmate, Jeon Jeongkook, confessed his feelings for you one fateful day and asked you to be his girlfriend. You found yourself saying yes, despite being unsure of your feelings.

The relationship itself wasn’t special. You would eventually come to consider it one of the failed middle school relationships that occur within the early teen years. Joshua, on the other hand, managed to find himself in a stable and happy relationship.

You wanted to be happy for him, you really did. But not only did it pain you to see him happy with someone else, his girlfriend managed to steal your best friend from you.

So there you found yourself, alone for the first time in over a year, without a best friend and without someone to talk to.

By the time summer had arrived, though, Joshua found himself a single teen and you found yourself with a best friend again. You welcomed him back with open arms, and any sadness you felt while you were alone had dissipated the second he knocked on your door asking to hang out.

The following summer was like that of years past, and the two of you went back to being inseparable. You managed to survive eighth grade with ease, despite your first relationship tanking, and were looking forward to your first year as a proper high schooler.

Joshua was heading into his junior year of high school, and it was fair to say that he had only grown more attractive. Not only did you notice, but other girls also began to take notice of your neighborhood best friend. He somehow managed to grow even taller, and his shoulders had widened out. His cat-like eyes had become an even warmer shade of brown, and his black hair swooped over his face in a charming sort of manner.

You were whipped and could only hope that Joshua would fail to notice.

You laid under the same wide oak tree that the two of you designated as your space many years ago, waiting for Joshua to return from fetching his guitar. Eyes fixated on the cloudy sky above, you managed to find shapes with ease as you reminisced of the many times Joshua and you would laugh out loud at your findings.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be cloud gazing?” Joshua’s voice called at you from nearby, but you didn’t move your gaze.

“Didn’t you used to do this with me when you were my age?” You retorted quickly, a smile taking shape on your lips with ease.

“Touche,” Joshua’s voice was much closer as he sat down in the grass next to your figure, guitar in hand.

“What song was it that you wanted to show me? Also, that cloud definitely looks like an airplane crashing into a mountain,” you pointed towards the sky as Joshua tuned his guitar.

“It’s called ‘Sunday Morning’ by Maroon 5. If you don’t know it then you should,” Joshua glanced over at you before he began to play.

The soft chords meshed with Joshua’s voice to create a beautiful sound, one that made you finally look over to where he was sitting. His legs were criss-cross and his guitar sat comfortably in his lap as he strummed. Joshua was looking out into the neighborhood as he sang softly yet confidently.

As you lay there, hair and body sprawled out into the grass, you admired him. You only managed to half-listen to him, admiring the fact that such a beautiful person was your best friend, and that he was here sitting next to you, singing on a warm afternoon.

When Joshua ceased to sing and play, you were taken by surprise, not realizing that the song had already finished.

“How was it?” He looked over to you, meeting your gaze with a humble smile.

You looked away, a small blush taking form on your face and cleared your throat to respond to him.

“It was good. Really good.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend Y/N,” Joshua began to pout.

“No, I would tell you if your playing was out of tune or if your voice was pitchy,” you sat up to speak to him more directly, a coy smile on your face, “Actually, now that I think about it your playing was garbage and you can’t sing at all.”

“Hey! No need to be sarcastic either.”

Moments like these made your heart flutter with a small ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked you too. It’s not like he puts on mini-concerts for just anybody, but then again you aren’t just anybody to him.

And throughout the years you became reminded of such more often. It wasn’t until a year later where your relationship with Joshua became what Facebook would consider ‘complicated’.

It was the last summer before you would lose Joshua to the real world. He had one more year of high school and then he would be off to college, where he decided to pursue music education. He once told you that he wanted to help other people find a passion for music as he did when he was younger.

As the two of you had grown and matured, you both had moved on from the days where you would play tag and cloud gaze. Now that the two of you were older, his parents had invested in a pool that you two frequented more than not.

You would spend your days in an endless cycle of tanning, swimming, and all-around messing around in the water before you would be beckoned home for dinner.

After a long day of swimming and attempting to submerge Joshua in the water, ultimately leading to you being submerged more than him, your parents had hollered at you from across the street that dinner was ready. You begrudgingly left the cool water and wrapped a towel around yourself before padding your feet in the direction of your house.

“Y/N,” Joshua had called out from behind you and ran over to where you stood.

“I’ll be back here tomorrow around the same time unless I sleep past twelve. Which, to be fair, is a good possibility,” you turned and smiled up at your best friend.

His hair was matted to his face by the water, some of which was dripping off of his carved face as you stared at him for longer than you should have. It was rather obvious that you liked him when something as simple as him being shirtless made you blush and avert your gaze.

“Are you really going to leave me without a hug? Cruel,” Joshua certainly made the comment with sarcasm, but even the thought of hugging him led you to blame the sun for your warm face.

His arms opened wide to bring you into his warm and wet embrace. You leaned into his body and held on for longer than one might deem appropriate, but you didn’t want to let go.

Joshua pulled you back away from him but still held your smaller frame in his lean arms. You glanced up at him, a question on the tip of your tongue, wondering what he was doing. But once your eyes met, you forgot what you were even thinking. Joshua was looking down at you with a fondness in his eyes that you don’t recall seeing moments ago.

And that’s where you and Joshua stayed, for what honestly felt like millennia. Joshua had never held you in his arms like this before, and he had never looked at you the way he was right now.

Your heart was hammering in your chest so furiously that you were convinced he could hear it.

“Y/N! Dinner is ready hurry on home.”

And as quickly as that interaction began, it was finished. At the sound of your mother’s voice, Joshua released you from his arms and tore his gaze from you to the grass in his yard. You jumped from surprise and looked away as well.

“I, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow I guess,” Joshua stuttered out a goodbye but you only caught part of it before you took off for your house.

You spent the remainder of the night and the following day attempting to interpret what that interaction meant. If your mother hadn’t called you for dinner at that exact moment, what would have happened? Would he have shoved you away either way? Or would something more have happened?

Your thoughts tormented you until you fell asleep and the next day you evaded every text that pinged your phone under the name ‘Shua’ until the same man knocked on your front door. One of your parents grabbed the door and called you out of your bedroom.

You begrudgingly made your way to the front door, facing the one person who has been on your mind all day.

“Y/N! Are you okay? You didn’t come over today and you didn’t answer any of my texts. Are you sick? Did you get hurt?”

The second Joshua saw you at the entrance to the house, he began his interrogation on you. Of course, it was like him to assume that you weren’t avoiding him. Over the duration of your friendship, you’ve merely argued back and forth jokingly, never once having a reason to avoid one another.

At that moment you realized that maybe you were just overthinking things. That moment was a figment of your imagination, and that your feelings led to you thinking that something was going to happen.

“I’m okay, ‘Shua. I was just feeling a little sick, but I’m all good,” you smiled up at the dark-haired boy, “wanna hang out and you can show me that song you were working on the other day?”

Hearing your response led to Joshua mirroring your own expression, that being enough of an answer.

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