autistic-shaiapouf · 11 months ago
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Had to use a butter knife to open the hood of my car 😐
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skullvgirl · 4 months ago
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acting like they forgot yall had plans together
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incl ;; isagi, bachira, barou, kunigami, shidou
warnings ;; fem reader
an's ;; was gonna make this a samu version but I got lazy uh, here hc's
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isagi
you text him on friday, a day before your supposed plans and let me tell you he's freaking OUT. he doesn't want to tell you he forgot, and now your asking him what to wear and man could it get any worse?
apparently it could because now your asking him who he should bring and telling him how excited you are and much you've been lookikg forward to it.
he feel like the worst boyfriend on earth and is wondering if he should ask one of the friends that your bringing ( apparently ) and so he devises a plan.
"YN, you said you were bringing [ Friends Name ] Right?" And you can't help but continue the joke and accusingly say, "What?! No, was that supposed to be some sort of joke?"
Now, he feels like shit for even suggesting and is also concerned about what [ Friends Name ] did. He couldn't have forgot that too could he?
"Y-yeah, no I just...yeah."
You burst out laughing and he realizes this is probably another one of your "ticktack trends"
You hold his face softly, "Oh poor baby, it was just a joke we dont have any plans."
His face is hot and he moves your hands away to go pout on the couch. "Stop doing that..you were scaring me..."
"Aw was I? Don't worry, It was fun watching you question your sanity."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better..."
bachira
"We had plans!?" Immediately, without a second thought. And you can't contain your laughter, his hands wete placed comically on the sides of his head, his mouth wide open from shock and confusion.
"Dude, no."
"Oh thank God." He places a hand over his heart.
"Really? You werent even gonna try and play along? What if it was for real and I got mad"
He paused for a moment, thinking over the idea seriously.
"I guess you could put me in NTT for a bit maybe.." he side eyed you breasts and now you were even more confused.
"NTT?"
"No titty timeout"
You burst out laughing and Bachira couldn't help but grin at your reaction. He loved making you laugh.
"Sure, I guess I could. Probably make sure you'd remember next time huh?"
"100% !"
barou
"no we don't. now sit down, I wanna feel my girlfriend."
You roll your eyes and didn't bother fighting his party pooping attitude. You sat down and cuddled up next to his warm body.
"How do you know, you could have forgot..."
"It's not marked on my calendar, and even if it wasn't I'd never forget"
You glanced at the calendar, everything Barou needed to do in the future was meticulously marked on that damned stupid calender.
Should've wrote a fake date there...
"Who do you take me for seriously? Even if you wrote a fake date I would've known."
Oop! Did you say that out loud? No, it was just Barou and his stupidly good sense of you. Weirdo.
"Ugh, you suck, lets just watch" You were frowning but snuggles closer too him.
"Says the one latched to my chest..."
"Shhhh, the show..."
kunigami
He knows you guys don't actually have plans but he plays along anyways. "Uh huh, and did you still wanna go at 6?"
Somehow gaslights you into thinking that you forgot yall had plans. But you should've known otherwise from the way he was smiling. A cheshire grin spread across his face agreeing with everything you say in full confidence, untill finally you break.
"Im lying! We don't have plans, also a Mega Hotel? What are you talking about?"
He's laughing in your face and your cheeks light up.
"Hey! Get your own joke meanie!"
shidou
"deadass?"
you continue playing the act. "yes? you didn't forget did you?"
"say you swear." he's done a full 180° too see you now, staring incredulously into your eyes, waiting for a response.
"I swear—why would I be lying?"
"No way.." he holds his hands on his head. "No fucking way..." he was breathless, like it was impossible for him to believe what you were saying was true.
"YN, I'm gonna be so serious. I think i must be high, cause I cannot remember a single discussion of planning anything right now."
"Really dude?" You asked, unimpressed. He cocked his head adorably. "It was a joke.
"Oh shit, thank God. I thought I was a goner." he turns back around, relief filling his voice.
"Seriously? What if it wasn't a joke?"
"You'd forgive me"
You gaped at his answer, "And what makes you sure of that?" you asked sassily.
"You love me." he said confidently.
"I do, what's your point?"
"You love me, that is the point." He said, nodding his head sure of himself.
"Right..."
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an's ;; guys, i think tumblr is deleting my rq's wtf 🤒
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radioisntdead · 6 months ago
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Hello hello for the third time!!
Once again, your fics absolutely BLOW my mind away!! And I'm here to request just a silly fic with Angel Dust (platonic) and a feral!child reader, who always gets into trouble with his workplace and the hotel?
(I mostly just wanna read Valentino be shit on lmao)
Yours Truly,
- XIN 💠
(P.S, I RLLY WANNA BECOKE UR FRIEND OMG)
Good evening my dear! You requested this at the perfect time because I had to stop the feral child I am related to from running over the elderly with a grocery cart so that's definitely going to play into this not the hitting the elderly with a cart but the general vibe, ALSO THATS SO SWEET OF YOU TO SAY, I'M OPEN TO FRIENDSHIP JUST MESSAGE ME ON HERE BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF I MESSAGE YOU FIRST IT'LL BE FROM THIS BLOG OR MY MAIN ONE (I've been on Tumblr for like 5-6 years now and I still don't know how it works) YOU WILL GET ME YAPPIN' ABOUT HAZBIN, SENDING RANDOM SNIPPETS OF MY WRITING WITHOUT ANY CONTEXT AND MILDLY ODD EDITS OF SOUP
@fuck-this-shit-xin
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Favorite babysitter
(Or alternatively Valentino gets beat by a child)
Angel dust & child reader, platonic!!!
Warnings:
I got carried away, Valentino loses a wing and both Antennas, nothing graphic surprisingly no unholy jokes mainly because the reader is a child, this is a shorter one, mild OOC
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Angel dust didn't mind children, he preferred not to be around them because well, he wasn't the most child-friendly person to be around
However it was just his luck that the hazbin hotel's resident feral child had decided he was their favorite babysitter.
You had shown up one day at the doorstep of the hotel with a note taped onto you just saying 'Good luck '
It was suspected you were some type of bomb at first but that quickly was pushed aside when it was found you were just feral, you weren't a bad kid you just didn't listen, climbed onto the walls, tabletops, bit into things you weren't supposed too but you could be a very sweet kid, playing with the Egg Bois, helping Charlie by drawing, helping Husk dry the glasses or hunting down roaches with Niffty,
That last activity had been banned since you almost stabbed one of the Egg Bois.
You were a very sneaky and little clingy thing that was evident with you latching onto his legs at random times, sometimes he wouldn't even notice you until it was pointed out or he looked down and bam! There you were wrapped around him like a baby possum sippin' on a juice box.
He made it a point to make sure someone was distracting you as he escaped the hotel to go to work, unfortunately for him Sir Pentious who was meant to be watching you was distracted by his egg minions almost smashing themselves while trying to recreate action movies and you ran after him following him through the city and into the Vee's tower, shockingly due to plot convenience you weren't noticed until Valentino was yelling at Angel dust for who knows what before any work could be done, he pulled out Angel's contract for whatever reason, maybe to make a point? You didn't really know but you didn't like that what looked like a giant dressed up purple grape was yelling at your favorite babysitter so with your little legs you stomped up to Valentino tugging on his wings that acted as a robe, he looked down in fury that quick turned into angry confusion
"Who the fuck brought their child to set?!"
Valentino shouted looking around as his employees looked around shaking their heads, a rush of pure panic rushed through Angel dust, when did you get here? He didn't even notice you? Wasn't Sir Pentious watching you?!
Before he could even get a word out you stomped your leg and pointed at him, eyes full of pure fury.
"Say sorry!"
"¿Qué? What did you just say?"
"Say sorry!"
Valentino leaned uncomfortably in, opening his mouth to say something but Angel had grabbed you in his many arms fully intending to take whatever hit Valentino could throw at you, however you had a different plan, with a large frown on your face you wiggled your way out of Angels arms and pounced onto Valentino, your little clawed hands tearing into his wings, leaving small puncture wounds behind as you climbed up him, the contract that bounded Angel dust's soul to Valentino floated down to the ground.
Valentino yelled out words you couldn't quite understand as his wings flared out, you took the opportunity to steal his hat and bite into it tearing it apart before throwing the remaining fabric onto the ground.
The unholy studio's employees could only watch stunned as you grabbed onto his antennas completely ripping them off, if he couldn't fly because of his damaged one before, he definitely had no hope of it now.
Valentino dropped to the ground screeching, arms reaching up to throw you off only for you to start crawling around his back like a little bug leaving more scratches and wounds
Angel dust once he recovered from the shock of you absolutely tearing apart Valentino tried to grab you fully intending on taking you and booking it to the hotel where you'd be safe,
Unfortunately you were freakishly strong and in angel's attempts of trying to pull you off ended up pulling one of Valentino's wings out.
"Are you going to say sorry now?"
Valentino let out a groan of disoriented pain,
That didn't sound like an 'I'm sorry' to you, so you climbed up his remaining wing and ripped a large chunk of his fluff from it, Niffty would be proud!
"¡Lo siento! ¡Lo siento, solo vete!" the still disoriented Valentino shouted from the ground,
You smiled as you stood up from the overlord and skipped towards Angel dust, your eyes caught the contract that had floated to the ground, now you didn't know what it contained because you couldn't read but you assumed it probably meant something to the purple guy and so you decided that you should rip it.
"[Name] get over here' I gotta get you outta here before-" Angel dust started as you swiped the contact off the floor and ripped it to shreds, the smoke-like chain briefly appeared around Angel dust's neck before breaking apart and whooshing away.
Angel was stunned for a moment before a large grin broke out on his face, before anyone could say anything he picked you up, raised a certain finger up and shouted that he was quitting, after all Valentino didn't have his soul anymore, and frankly the work environment would be awkward now to say the least since a child had just inflicted permeant damage to his now former boss, he could find another job.
Unfortunately someone who didn't have good morals called the security team and now Angel dust was running down the Vee's tower holding you, he would pull out the guns that he kept in I assume his ribcage or something but you were right there and the gunshots would hurt your little eardrums, eventually the two of you outran them and returned into the safety of the hotel.
Angel dust sat you down on the ground as he breathed in, catching his breath while Sir Pentious rushed to you lifting you up while asking where you were before looking at Angel in confusion.
"Aren't you ssssssupposed to be at work?"
"I quit! Lil' chronic juice-o-holic over there ripped up my contract and fucked up Valentino! hAh!" Angel said still trying to catch his breath as you slipped out of Sir Pentious's hold and ran to go bug Husk for a juice box.
The news of you ripping Valentino's antennas and a wing out made hotel news, you were lightly scolded by Charlie about taking the violent route but she gave you ice cream and bought you a toy as a reward, Alastor saw great potential in you, Husk patted your head saying that you did good, Vaggie would eventually decide to teach you how to fight, you got being feral down but it couldn't help to teach you to be more calculated, Niffty was happy when you gave her the big clump of fluff for her collection, she already had some from her earlier interaction with the now antenna-less moth but more couldn't hurt!
And Angel dust, well he owed ya big time although he did scold you for following him into a dangerous place [thank goodness you didn't see anythin' unholy or Vaggie would've had his head!]
He spent a little more time with you the following week before he decided to do some job huntin', he would sneak you some candy or a extra juicebox when he could, and the two of you would watch kid friendly Disney or dreamworks movies on the hotel's TV.
Valentino laid down in his hospital room, full of fury that he got injured by a child of all things, a small child that had some type of connection with Angel dust who's soul he no longer owned, he swore that he would get payback against the child, unfortunately for him the mere presence of that child would strike enough fear into him that he wouldn't be able to make a move, and even if he could he wouldn't be able to do anything to the feral child.
He got off easy this time, he wouldn't be as lucky the next he messed with your favorite babysitter again.
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Good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed! I'm working on getting the older requests in my inbox done and getting them out next week along with the 100 followers fic with Angel dust! So tune on in for that! Goodnight folks!
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peachhcs · 5 months ago
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I feel like for Mark and Ethan (and most of the other umich boys) it would be a case of:
We trusted you with our little sister (figure) and this is how you treat her
yes! they're very upset about it too.
"wait, what happened?" ethan raised his eyebrow, head turning around when he heard what samy just said. the girl's gaze glued itself to the floor because she didn't want to see their reactions knowing they were gonna seriously hate will after this.
"he broke up with me i guess because i wasn't worth it to do long distance," the brunette shrugged.
ethan's mouth dropped open as his gaze peered over to mark who mirrored his expression. "you're not serious are you?" the older brunette mumbled.
"i wish i wasn't," samy said sadly.
the anger immediately replaced the shock on ethan's face, "i'm gonna fucking kill him."
"please don't like harass his messages. i have enough mind to know that isn't fair to him," samy quickly cut in before ethan did anything rash.
"what do you mean? you trusted him and he broke your trust by throwing your entire relationship away?" ethan was turning into protective older brother mode.
"i know that. i just know being mean to him isn't gonna fix any of this. i mean we haven't even like done anything on social media because the fans are probably gonna go crazy on us. i don't think either of us want that right now," the girl explained. ethan's expression seemed to cool off a bit.
"why would he break up with you though? he just decided just like that while you were at worlds with him that he was gonna break up with you because california is too far away from michigan?" mark asked.
"i suppose so," samy shrugged again.
"that's so bullshit. you were at worlds with him and he thought that wasn't enough? fuck long distance. if you really love the person, none of that would matter. you'd do anything for them," mark continued.
"yeah, i get it. don't keep reminding me that he wouldn't do anything for me after he said countless times," samy snapped a bit. the older boys shut their mouths, expressions softening out a bit.
"i'm really sorry, bub. he's an asshole," ethan went to rub the girl's arm.
she latched onto the boy's arm while ethan's other arm came around for a hug. mark quickly joined too.
"so what's gonna happen at that family vacaction in july then?" ethan wondered when they all pulled apart.
"i don't know. maybe mom will let me skip or something. i don't think i can even be in the same room as him for an entire week," samy mumbled sadly.
it was literally two weeks ago that her and will were curled up in the same hotel room holding each other in one another's arms.
"i can't believe that kid. you guys were so..in love. we're here if you ever wanna talk, yeah?" mark said and samy nodded.
"i know. thanks, guys," the boys smiled.
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forest-falcon · 2 months ago
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The Butterfly Effect
Chptr 14
🧡❤️🩶💛🚒🐦‍🔥
"So what's the plan?" Rigby jogged up alongside John.
"Here," John pressed a button at his wrist and the rock face in front of them opened; much the way a garage door might.
"Impressive," Rigby mused aloud. He let out a long, low whistle as he stepped inside.
"We need to clear a path around the pool. Jetpacks just won't cut it if we're gonna try n' stabilize One," John pointed to his brother's green Bird.
"Need me to pilot her?" Rigby's face held more than a trace of excitement.
"Oh...no, sorry," John scratched the back of his head.
"You'll be driving one of her pods. When we've cleared enough of the debris, and the villa has been stabilized; I may need you in Phoenix's carrier to help with moving One."
Rigby straightened and gave a nod.
"Time is scarce. Reports say Alan's okay, but we have a further three people in the villa who may require urgent medical attention, and I can't risk McCready's team in there until we know they have a chance at making it back out again," John sighed.
Rigby cleared his throat; his face visually construing a silent inner-debate.
"What?" John urged, then winced inwardly at his tone. Adjusting to Earth's gravity appeared to be even more wearing when fearing for your family's well being.
"You know, you can call them by name - Virgil and Gordon. We...we have your back," Rigby gave John an awkward clap on the back.
The clap echoed around the cavernous hangar.
John swallowed hard to staunch impending tears. There was a second's pause, before the astronaut stepped into his missing brother's Bird.
*. *. *.
"Knock, knock!" Parker called to signal his arrival outside of Alan's door.
"Erm...am I supposed to say who's there?" Alan's young voice came back.
" 'Oo's there? Well, hI'm glad to see that yer haven't lost your sense of humour along with yer bedroom!" Parker chuckled as he worked the lock on Alan's door.
There was a satisfying sound of the latch clicking, and the door swung open.
"Looks like you could use an 'and, Master Alan," he smiled, extending a hand.
"F-A-B-," Alan enthused, hauling himself up, and into the corridor, with Parker's help.
The teen cracked his back.
"Welp, I think I now hold the Tracy Island record for the longest pull up!"
*. *. *.
"We had to make an 'ole in Master Gordon's window to get to you. 'Fraid your brother's parking had made somewhat of a mess," Parker gestured towards Gordon's rooms.
"Didn't you teach him to drive?" Alan grinned.
"Cars, young Master Tracy, not rocket ships! And, I'll 'ave less of yer cheek! Scott might not be firin' on all cylinders at the moment, but you mark my words - I 'ave a memory like an elephant!" Parker chuckled, wagging a finger.
"You look like one too!"
"Oi!" Parker swatted at the teen as he ran.
*. *. *.
John and Rigby had made light work of clearing the debris surrounding the villa, and the structure was stabilised enough for a team to head up to help locate Virgil, Grandma, and Gordon.
"HELLO? VIRG? GRANDMA? GORD-"
"-OVER HERE!" Gordon hammered a small rock against a metal support beam.
The team tentatively picked their way over splintered floorboards and around mounds of rock that lay strewn across what was left of the comms room.
"Allie, is that you?"
"The one and only! I've brought some friends with me. Didn't wanna hog all the glory, y'know?"
"Phoenix?"
"Yup!"
Jonesy took a step closer, with a small hydraulic whine from the suit.
"Jonesy?"
"S'up Gords? I like what you've done with the place. You're kinda lacking in the door department though."
"Well y'know what Virgil always says; if you can't find a door, make one!" Gordon called from behind the fallen rocks.
"My thoughts exactly!"
"WAIT!" Tycho was almost pulled forwards into the rock face as he tried to stall Jonesy's suited arm.
"The structure's too unstable. Any attempt to move these boulders risks the whole lot coming down on top of Gordon," Tycho gesticulated wildly.
"Yeah, let's not do that." Gordon deadpanned.
"So what's the plan?" Jonesy couldn't deny that the thrill of using the exosuit had him itching to use his new superpower again. Two tonne boulder? No problem! He'd just shifted it like....kapow!
Tycho dragged his hands down his face as he thought.
"Hmm...we need to get a better view of what we're dealing with. Right here, we can only see half of the puzzle." Tycho pensively ran a hand down the largest boulder.
"And how are we gonna do that?" Jonesy was under the distinct impression that Tycho wasn't referencing the exosuit.
"I think I have just the thing!"
The scientist bent down and unfastened the clasps of a small metal case he'd carried down from the carrier.
"Jonesy, meet Mini Max.”
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slippinninque · 7 months ago
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✨📱Kiss me Through the Phone 📱✨
Fontaine x black!fem!reader
Warnings/content: fluff, cursing, mentions of smoking/weed, long fic. Black!Fem!Reader, ramblings
He treated his phone like the tool it was. There were few apps for entertainment, and the necessary apps to stay updated on what was going on in his streets.
Fontaine was never one for taking pictures until he met you. Now he has a nice collections of you on his phone.
Particularly, there is a folder of photos in his phone dedicated to your stuffed face. You turned full hamster when you were hungry and he thought it was adorable. This is top secret.
You have a folder of photos in your phone dedicated to catching him sleeping during movies. From cozy shots of him latched on to you like a giant octopus to the bent neck, open mouthed snooze. What started off as a cache of evidence became an absolute delight. This was also top secret.
Fontaine didn't save many numbers. Due to his business, the less information he made available the better. You swore his memory was his super power.
The first picture you ever sent Fontaine he'd swore he would get framed. It was purposely unflattering with an expression he didn't think your pretty face could make. It was sent to him by mistake but made him nearly choke on his '40 and he knew then he needed more of you.
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A little bit of sun was all the Glen needed for it's parks to come alive with get-togethers and hang-outs. That was the whole reason you and your girls were out in the first place, looking to get some warmth before the heat vanished again,
You were sitting close to each other sharing whispers and smoke. It was a lovely day though the breeze was relentless. Fontaine was already unzipping his jacket when you shivered for the umpteenth time.
The sight of him was poetic. Leaning up a bit just to whip his jacket over your shoulder, the sun taking it's place immediately with delicacy. Fontaine's face was soft at least enough for his golds to glimmer between full lips.
He was gilded in the setting sun as he stepped a bit closer to zip you properly into the jacket. You felt like you were staring, but you couldn't look away.
"There we go," he grinned at you as he passed the blunt to you and resetting your brain, "Wear it better than me."
"Better stop before this hoodie come up missing." You took a puff and laughed a bit,
"Y'know how clothes just be adventuring off on their own..."
"Is that so? You wanna takin' down my number so you can let a nigga know if his thermals come knocking at your door?"
"Your-your weed is good, so I suppose I'll be neighborly."
He laughed and you couldn't even feel the full thrush of embarrassment at your fumbling. You could only shake your head at yourself as you handed over your phone.
Fontaine typed in his number and you traded the blunt for your phone. He didn't save it at first and you added him to your contacts with the quickness.
Just as you always did, first thing that came to mind--
Sunglow.
Quickly after that you keep you eyes to your keyboard as you sent Fontaine a wave with a smiley face.
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You jerked awake, hearing hard knocking and loud voices seeping in through your cracked window.
Heart pounding as you stared up at the ceiling, you scrambled for your phone to see it was well past midnight. The TV was still going from when you fell asleep on the couch, but it wasn't enough to drown out the slurring call of your name.
Clutching your throw blanket, you swallowed as much of your panic as possible. It was your neighbor, drunk again and "confused" despite it being the third time this month.
As much as you tried to be understanding, it made you more than uncomfortable. The man was all grins and half-apologetic in the daytime, insisting that their front doors were nearly twins despite there being 3 houses between them. His roommates thought it was funny and made a few comments about how you even resembled his ex.
He even asked what the issue was with letting him linger until he sobers up enough to go home.
The next knocks were thunderous and got you out of bed. You weren't keen on opening the door or even speaking to him, it would only make it worse...
Tearing up as you heard the stumbling and nonsense filter through your door, you chewed your lip as you slowly typed out a text.
[Are you up?]
You winced. It sounded so dirty to you at the moment but you were scared and tired--
The sound of your ringer startled you enough to answer.
"Um, hi, sorry." You crept to your room in the dark, afraid to turn on the lights, "Did-Did I wake you?"
Fontaine made a soft noise, "Ain't doin' shit but runnin' to the store. What's got you up so late?"
You struggled for words for a moment but hissed when the banging came again. This time it sounded like he was hitting the front room's window.
"What the fuck is that?"
Fontaine's tone broke you, a sob stuttering out as you told him everything. You curled up and tried to make sense but a headache was beginning to grow.
"I'm comin', sweet heart, I'm on my way." Fontaine's voice was soothing in his promise, "Stay on the phone with me."
"Okay, 'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Just keep listening to me, you hear me? 'M on my way."
Fontaine's voice flowing through that little speaker was your life raft. You did as you were told, listening to the sound of him getting into his car and driving.
Your neighbor went quiet and it knowing where he was was worse. Imagining him stalking around the perimeter of your home, looking for things to "accidentally" break, ways into your home, would he do something to your car? In the dark feeling small, you quietly hoped that there were no red lights to keep Fontaine long.
The call ended and before your panic to dwell to hysteria, there was commotion from outside your house.
There was hollering and another terrible clattering noise. Running back into the living room, you peeked through the blinds with shaky hands.
Fontaine had your neighbor on the ground, bent up and yelping next to your overturned trash can. You could only see the back of him as he wrangled your neighbor.
You felt rooted to the spot, watching from somewhere else as you watched the terror that's been stealing your peace get the ragdoll treatment. Fontaine tossed him here and there, his voice furious and low.
Fontaine hauled your neighbor up enough to walk him down the street and out of sight. Still shaking, you took a seat on the couch and tried to pull yourself together.
You aren't sure how long you say there with anxiety eating away at your stomach. When your phone rang again, you hurried to answer.
"Hello, hi..."
"C'mon to the door, it's okay now."
You peeled yourself off the couch and went to the door, flinging it open but still unable to look him in the face. He was wearing only sweats and a grey long sleeved shirt. Quietly letting him in, you couldn't stop the tears when they returned.
Fontaine told you that he made absolutely sure that your neighbor knew what his porch looked like. You could only imagine what he meant by that.
"Don't cry anymore, you're okay now," Fontaine came near you, hand hovering your shoulders in a mimic of touch. You leaned forward until you could feel the softness of his shirt.
"You did good, I'm glad you let me know. Promise he ain't gonna bother you anymore, trust thayt."
Wrapping your arms around his waist, you asked if he would mind staying until morning. Fontaine cupped your face and ran his thumbs along your stinging cheeks.
"Of course."
He went toward the couch but you pulled lightly, leading him to your bedroom. Fontaine was quiet and you still sniffled as you crawled into bed. You only had to look at him and Fontaine hurried to follow.
Cuddled close and worn out, your nerves cooled enough for exhaustion to wander in.
"You can always call me. Just know that, yeah? If you're scared....call me. Don't matter what it is, I'm gonna be there."
Grateful, you could only nod again. Fontaine's hand splayed along your back and to the sound of his steady heartbeat, sleep finally came back for you.
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"It's probably somewhere in the car," you said to Fontaine as you searched your bag, "I think I left my lip chap anyway."
Fontaine paused in searching himself and pockets to give you a grateful nod.
" 'Preciate you."
You tossed a wink over your shoulder, turning to jog the short distance between the porch and Fontaine's car. He stayed behind, sorting the grocery bags more comfortably to key into the house.
The car was still unlocked and you whipped out your cell, dialing Fontaine's phone to hone in on its hiding spot.
I'll be your groupie, baby (oh whoa)
'Cause you are my superstar (ha, superstar, yeah)
No way. You nearly knocked your head trying to look beneath the driver's seat. Legs nearly hanging out the car as you laid as flat as you could. You were cheek to seat as you scrabbled beneath the seat, the song playing on.
I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph
Sign it right here on my heart (I'll be)
Pushing aside some loose change and grabbing Fontaine's phone, you went to decline your call when your eyes caught on the screen.
My Baby
The big softie, giving you butterflies and he isn't even near you. Wriggling and utterly smitten, you couldn't believe how much you liked this man.
Fontaine gave you such shit for having a crush, but then he goes and lets his homies hear your favorite song every time you call.
Grabbing carmex from the cupholder you could finally wriggle out of the car. Closing the door, you turned and saw Fontaine had been holding the door waiting for you the entire time.
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Fontaine texted and you sighed, wishing that you could see him in person. Sometimes the phone just wasn't enough.
Your phone vibrated again, the notification sound pinging through the earbud in your ear. Music definitely made the time spent pouring over technical details a bit more managable.
Fontaine's texts were little nuggets of gold you hoarded through the shift. An aimless sort of conversation that didn't make you feel pressured to answer so soon.
He sent you a picture of a stay cat you looked out for, hunched over what looked to be a half of sub sandwich. You sent him a picture of a goose sitting in one of the managerial parking spots at with all the attitude of a Cadillac.
Only you and a few other ladies jumped at the chance for a short shift the following day, but of course it mean sudden overtime. You glowered at the dwindling piles straight tab files and binders.
There were still records to edit and submit. Then a well deserved long-weekend after to look forward to.
Your phone vibrated in your lap, the only safe place for it since your desk turned into a disaster of binders, white-out, and sticky notes.
Sunglow: [come out side]
[I'm not at home remember?]
Sunglow: [never said you were]
You frowned at your phone. What the hell was he talking about?
You jumped when you heard the blare of a horn. It echoed in the empied parking lot and you were sure you aren't the only one who was leaving their desk to check.
Your cubicle had one of the best views of the parking lot and a few streets over, you put your face to the glass at the same time another horn sounded.
In all his glory, Fontaine leaned up against this car with his phone visibly in hand and the other tucked inside to rest on the steering wheel.
Surprised and fumbling back to your cubicle, you managed to dial Fontaine before he tried summoning you again.
"Romeo, Romeo, stop bein' so disruptive!" You hissed into your phone,"Stop honkin' that horn, you're going to wake up the guard!"
"I know you better bring yo' tail down that tower and give me what I came here fo', Juliet."
With only a sheepish grin to offer "mhmmm" and "okay, then, girl" looks you got, you hurried down the stairs while Fontaine grumbled about the integrity of your building's security through your ear.
Smoothing out your cardigan as you exited the building, you were wishing that you wore something a bit more flattering when Fontaine was already meeting you at the double doors.
You went when your hand was pulled and you were hugged by Fontaine as he rested up against the brick wall of your office. It was a little hiding spot that was mainly used by the night shift.
It was the perfect spot to hide away from supervisors and sudden rains.
"You got somethin' for making yo' man wait for so long?" Fontaine asked, keeping a hand at your waist while the other one steadied you by the chin. You chuckled before looking up at him and pursing your lips.
"Mhmm, don't mind if I do..." Fontaine purred and pressed his silky lips against yours.
Sweet and slow. Fontaine took hold of your hands, left them to massage your shoulders, used on hand to settle at the dip of your waist.
"I can't stay down here for too long," you breathed after parting, "Very tempting to hop into that passenger seat, though."
"Give the word, I'll peel out this bitch."
"Oh, I know you will," you laughed and kissed his cheek before pressing yours to his, " 'M happy you came to surprise me. I think I can make it to the end now."
"I aim to please."
The wind blew a bit tougher and you burrowed into him as best you could. He rested his chin on the top of your head, hands locking at the small of your back.
It felt like being set out in the sun to dry. A nice, long stretch after an afternoon nap. Just...good.
"How much longer do you have?" He asked voice quiet. You probably had another five or so minutes.
Shifting around so your phone could be brought up between you, "About this long."
Hitting play, you both listened to Ms. Hill remind you how nothing mattered more than where you wanted to be most.
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ponett · 1 year ago
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Got a spoilery ask about SLARPG regarding Melody's character arc and, to a lesser extent, the ending, so I'll put this below a read more!
Anonymous asked:
Heya! I adore adore adore SLARPG, and have latched pretty hard onto Melody and Harmony's dichotomy for a while... I was wondering whether you saw Harmony more as an obstacle to Melody's growth, or something to be worked on and reconciled with more like Madeline and Badeline from Celeste? Unless it's spoilers of course. It's one of the few threads left open after the game, and as a plural woman myself I was just curious. X3
I'll say up front that I've generally avoided stepping in and telling people what The One Correct Interpretation is for a lot of things in SLARPG. I didn't intend for Melody to be read as plural, since in the story Harmony is a parasitic outside force, but I also understand where that interpretation comes from and won't tell folks they're wrong for relating to her like that. That's just the beauty of art. We can relate to things however we want. I just wanna make sure my personal framing is clear before I talk about the thought behind Melody and Harmony's relationship
Harmony is more of a literary device than a character. While she's not an alternate personality for Melody, she's also not really a full person in her own right. I don't think about Harmony having her own arc. She's a magical force that occasionally externalizes Melody's darker, more self-critical thoughts for the audience, where normally she would keep them to herself. She has her own design and name to make the dialogue boxes easier to follow. I also keep it intentionally vague whether or not other people would be able to see Harmony because I find that understated uncertainty more fun.
On a literal level, Harmony is a magical parasite, and therefore an obstacle to be overcome. She's not supposed to be there, straight up. But because she's just the embodiment of dark thoughts that Melody is already having, there isn't really much point in "defeating" Harmony to me - which is why things play out the way they do.
Even if Melody got rid of Harmony, she would still have to deal with those feelings. It would be a purely symbolic victory. And symbolic victories like that are often satisfying as hell in fiction, but in real life you can't defeat your shadow self to stop those 3am "what if my friends are only pretending to like me" thoughts. So instead, Harmony is something Melody needs to cope with and minimize. It's not about getting rid of bad thoughts forever, but rather learning how to deal with them better. And that's an active, life-long process. And so Harmony remains, but Melody is working on having healthier relationships with both her loved ones and herself.
I'll also say that, while I love Celeste, Madeline and Badeline's arc is mostly irrelevant to the way I write Melody and Harmony. (I don't think this ask is accusing me of plagiarizing Maddy Thorson or anything, to be clear. I'm just on a tangent since the comparison was brought up.) SLARPG began development in 2015, so the Harmony scenes, and Melody's arc as a whole, were already planned before Celeste came out. While I worried about getting compared to a much more popular game, I stuck to my guns, knowing that my story was different enough to stand on its own. If anything, I just avoided specific phrases like "reflection" or "I'm a part of you" to try and keep people from just pointing and going "Celeste reference!"
Unfortunately the "wow this is just like Celeste" comments were unavoidable, as were the newfound generalizations about what all indie games about trans girls with anxiety must be like because there are two (2) whole games that share some common story tropes, and it seems like the ending may have thrown some people off because of expectations created by Celeste. But what are you gonna do? I at least avoided my absolute nightmare scenario of Deltarune Ch.2 doing glitch aesthetics or giving Susie and Noelle a kiss mechanic lmao
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radianceholy · 22 days ago
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Owlcatober 2024 - Second Chances
"I miss you very much, Arueshalae. I'm sad we won't be able to play together anymore! I really, really loved you Arueshalae, really! I'll always wait for you."
Centuries after the end of the Fifth Crusade, Ember meets her childhood friend.
i have an agenda here and it's that i don't think corrupted arueshalae is fundamentally any different from normal arueshalae, and i really love the idea that even after diving off the deep end, she can't really escape herself. i got way too into this one and i hope that people enjoy it!!!
cw: gore, violence, eye trauma, threats and implications of sexual violence, choking, burning flesh
"It's her again, isn't it?" The child stared up at her, lip twitching in a way that betrayed a great deal more fear than she knew how to properly express. Caught between two terrible possibilities, and looking to the one adult left in her left in her life that would give her the time of day, as though she could make sense of her fears. 
"...It is. That's precisely why you must wait." 
She shook her head, defiant. She wasn't very old, even by human standards. Maybe ten, or at most, twelve. She was an orphan child that had latched onto Ember in one of her travels, and had been trailing behind her with open fascination for the better part of a year, viewing her with the kind of open fascination that comes from a mixture of desperation and unpunished optimism. She had a certain brightness about her that betrayed her gentler years, much as Ember did. The girl’s parents had been comfortably wealthy before their disappearance, and they surely loved her to bits. She remained certain that someday they'd return to draw her back into a life of comfort. Ember had never been so naive, even in her childhood years. Her father was not 'gone,' he was dead.
The years had shown Ember the limits of human kindness. Her disfigurement was considered holy, to some; on the rare occasions when she met those who called themselves the Redeemed, generations removed from those that followed her so long ago. Wrapped in a threadbare cloak doing too little to shelter her frail figure, the world had extracted its price for her mercies. Her missing fingers, her blind eye, the arm that had been severed at the elbow… according to them, it was all proof of her goodness. Proof of a virtuous martyr, it was said. She would smile, denying them in the gentlest of terms.
"I can't! She's going to hurt you!" 
Age changed a lot about her, she supposed, but she was still mortal, caught in the whorl of her own personal history. Perhaps it was gratifying, to see this girl so young as to think this kind of cruelty was truly abnormal. She'd learned the lesson long ago, and whenever she'd doubt that lesson, she'd suffer the consequences.
Sometimes, the guilty must be punished.
"She is. She made a promise to me that she would. She'll want to hurt you, too, just for being near me." 
"I can't… I don't wanna stay here alone," she sniffled. "You won't come back. Just like mother and father…"
Ember sighed softly, brushing the girl's tears away with her thumb. "I was a child, and I let myself go to war. I never knew how much I was hurting myself."
"But, big sister…" 
"Please," she urged, quietly. "You're just a little girl. You don't have to hurt yourself." The world won't get any kinder, no matter what you sacrifice. She smiled sadly, those last words left unsaid. 
The girl grabbed her hand, clutching it all the tighter. Ember's fingers were already growing numb, and her frail body didn't have much strength to resist. She had a great power at her disposal, certainly, but none she would bring to bear against a child. She had spent her many years wandering the world, struggling to balance gentle guidance and harsh discipline. She was no closer to knowing, even hundreds of years after she left the Redeemed behind. She didn't quite know how to say it to this girl, but there were no answers she could give that would heal her heart and cure her of her fear and grief.
She sighed weakly, bowing her head.
"... There's one thing that you can do for me. But you have to follow my instructions exactly."
The girl nodded, tears in her eyes. 
"...Exactly what I say," she emphasized. "And if I cry out, you can't run to me. Remember that, no matter what."
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Temples dedicated to Desna were always beautiful, each in their own ways. Grand skylights, beautiful painted murals, intricate architecture. ‘Opulent’ was never the right word, even if Ember had seen some reach rather grand heights. It was… inspiring, perhaps. She’d certainly witnessed a great many taking comfort in the temple. Mortal artists and architects poured their efforts into capturing a kind of beauty older than Golarion itself, and all mortal life upon its soil. In the heavens, there are stars. On the earth, there are flowers. In mortal hearts, there is love. 
This temple, too, was beautiful. An eye like Ember's could see it, no matter how it appeared to the world. Viscera strewn about, draped over the temple's pillars. Blood was splattered and smeared all over the walls and windows, and the stars outside twinkled through a crimson mirror. Two bodies lay together, gutted, their hearts torn from their chests even as their figures entwined in beautiful repose Red, red, red. She could feel the blood sticking to her bare feet, spilling out from bodies that were carved and sliced open with an artisan’s touch. Soot perched on her shoulder, wings tucked close against her sides. Some were still twitching, letting out gurgling, pathetic noises, in the throes of a succubus' kiss. All were beyond saving. 
"You're late," a sweet voice chided her, lounging at the foot of a statue of Desna in flight. It, too, was soaked in blood; intestines wrapped around her neck like a beautiful wreath. Strings of severed hands clung to her form. Grasping at her for grace, perhaps.
"You like it, don't you?" Arueshalae crowed, lounging on her throne of corpses so brutalized they could scarcely be recognized as human. The clergy had been stripped naked, faces torn off of their heads. The hollow stare of bloody, eyeless sockets gazed pleadingly towards Ember, like so many desperate followers seeking to abandon the demon lords that abused them. There was scarcely a speck of blood on Arueshalae's skin. Not so much as a drop, really. "My work. Payment to the Goddess for her kindness towards me. Her mercy." She sighed, seeming happy with herself. Happiness was a performance, and satisfaction was another piercing thrust. If it wasn't, it might be silent here for a moment too long. “If you’d come a few hours sooner, you could have saved some of them," she said, voice dripping with honey. "If you’d been here yesterday, they’d all be going about their lives quite happily. But you came much too late. How very sad, isn't it?”
"You always come to places like this." Ember's voice carried the slightest tremor. There were some people, she knew, that she couldn't help.
"And why shouldn't I?" She laughed. "She taught me so many wonderful things about mortals! Have you come to forgive me yet again?" She sits up, leering at her. "Their deaths are on your head, you know. Every last one."
"You did this," she said, failing to keep her voice even. "To them, and to you. Who are you really punishing?" Her anger was a sickening aberration, as twisted and malignant as the guilt that she felt.
“It’s you, of course!” She laughed. "So desperate! So utterly sincere! Laying your heart bare, where anyone could pierce it. Do you remember how gentle it was, when you held me in your arms? I would have drunk every last drop of you if I could have,” she purred. Her voice shifted, as suddenly as flipping a switch. She gasped and choked, tears in her eyes, wings folded in against her sides, eyes wide, demure, and trembling. “O-oh, Ember… Ember, please believe me. I'm so sorry-! I’ve done so many terrible things, and there’s no one else I can turn to! You have to trust me…!" 
Her one good hand touched the scar over her right eye, without thinking. Discipline. She had been taught discipline... but she wanted to believe, too. Arueshalae laughed uproariously, flashing a wicked grin. 
"You're so weak! So easy to manipulate. No matter how often you deny me, you always twist yourself into such convenient knots. It's pathetic, you know. It–" She suddenly froze. Ember's heart tightened, and for a moment, she didn't dare breathe. "--Wait. What is that? That sound. Is that…?"
Ember’s eyes blazed, as Flames danced at the tips of her fingers. Her anger was malignant, a twisted and hateful thing. She despised herself for being less than the savior the redeemed wished of her. But she had to admit, even if only to herself.
It was a mighty weapon.
Her cloak blew back, as Soot took to the air, a great pillar of flame tearing through the temple. The force of the explosion burned Arueshalae's gruesome throne to ash, Desna herself blackened and purified by a roaring pyre. The bloodstained windows burst into shards of glass, raining down to the ground in a shower of glittering moonlight.
"Your funny little tricks," Arueshalae cackled. She’d moved so fast, Ember hadn’t even seen it, but she was unscathed by the blast. Her reflexes were sharper than ever, and Ember’s body had only gotten weaker. She landed upon Desna's statue, one foot callously pressing down upon the head of the goddess. She toyed with one of her trophies - it was a beautifully engraved starknife, likely wrenched from the palm of some poor priest. It was made for ceremonial purposes, perhaps, but she knew from experience it would be exactly as deadly as it needed to be in Arueshalae’s hands. "Awfully quick to rely on them, too. Did you really lose your forgiving spirit? Or did I touch a nerve? Who is it, then, scurrying around in the shadows? An ally? A friend? A moon-eyed follower, blinded by your wisdom? I thought that filthy bird was the last friend you have left."
Ember couldn’t let her face give anything away, even if her pounding heart surely would have instead. A coil of flame burst forth from her palm, twisting through the air and streaking towards Arueshalae. Effortlessly, she leapt from her perch, wings spread as she swept through the smoke left in its wake. The knife whirled through the air, and Ember's movements were too slow. Blood spilled onto the stone as it carved through her side, slashing through her tattered, threadbare robes and worn-out cloak. A moment was all she needed. She dove, tackling her to the ground. She was small, frail. She'd survived on goodwill, and it was often in rare supply. Her back slammed against the ground and she screamed, hearing a loud crack from somewhere in her body as the demon leered at her from above. 
"...Oh, but there will be time for that soon enough. I missed seeing you like this." she purred. "Maybe when I take your other eye, I'll force feed that disgusting bird to you. Though... not before I make sure you see your little companion slaughtered, first. Whoever they are." She could hear Soot's crowing, feel the Succubus' hunger lapping at her abjurations, probing for a weakness it wouldn't find. The desire to see her pinned and humiliated was, perhaps, enough to distract a starving succubus, even if for but a moment. With one hand, Arueshalae forced Ember's good arm down. With the other, she stroked her sharp nails along her cheek in a gesture that almost seemed tender and fond. 
Ember's vision was cloudy, and she could only see her fangs, lips curled in a predatory satisfaction.
"Are you open to bargaining, at long last? The life of one follower isn't cheap, is it? I'll spare them, and you submit yourself to me. I could fit you with a collar and keep you chained to my throne. Tear out your tongue, so I don't have to listen to your obnoxious preaching. You'll be my blind, obedient little pet. You can sit by my side, listening to the music of the abyss and praying for my soul, as you always do." She ran a finger along her cheek, until it found the edges of her eyelids, prying it open and digging her claws that dug into her eye socket. "Forget that anything else in the cosmos even exists, save for me. I'll still show you far more kindness than these mortals have." 
She hissed in pain, twitching. Her arm jerked, but she was overpowered easily, even with her protective spells in place. She coughed on her own blood, letting out a weak, gurgling noise, but an odd smile formed on her lips.
"Oh, really? That pleases you, does it? You’ve spurned my affections so often. I thought you’d begun to hate me! Have you finally begun to submit?" Her nail dug in, close to gouging her eye out. “Praise me, and I’ll consider letting you keep your tongue. You can lavish me with those sweet words that lead doomed men back to the light and preach to me as much as you please, if you use it to lick my boots.�� 
Ember let out a weak, trembling sound. She had changed over so many centuries, but even now, her heart… Her foolish, weak, sentimental heart…
“Go on! A bit louder. I can’t hear you.”
"You really can't let go," she whispered. "Of me, of Desna…" 
"Shut up," she snarled, pressing her finger in deeper. Ember let out an excruciating howl of pain. "I’ve changed my mind. You'll be better off without a tongue."
"...That's why you went after Seelah, too, all of those years ago… isn't it? She loved you like a sister."
"And she paid for it!" She barked out a laugh. "There's no one left to even tend to her grave!" 
"We didn't regret loving you."
Through the blood in her eye, Ember could still see her flinch back as if struck, her expression contorted into a mask of pain and rage. Her claw retracted from her eye socket. She looked up, with what little slack she’d now been given. The hole she'd blown through the ceiling gave her a good look at the church's bell tower. The night was full of stars.
"I don't regret loving you now, either," she whispered, her raspy voice carried by a faint, lonesome wind blowing through the desecrated temple.
Her lip curled into a snarl. "How pointlessly fucking vapid."
Ember looked into her eyes. "It's true," she sighed softly. "You were my childhood friend."
"Spare me!" Her voice rose to a shout, and her weight bared down upon her with far more intensity. Her ribs creaked under the pressure, and Ember let out an involuntary whimper of pain. But as Arueshalae drew in close, her voice was a deathly-quiet whisper.
"You should have killed me back then."
She squeezes her eye shut. "You were hurting..."
"You should have killed me," she repeated, cutting her off with a snarl, "the moment you heard about the turncoat demoness. The moment you saw me simpering and begging in my cell. If not then, when I threw myself back into that very same cell out of fear. If not then, when my sins were laid bare before you." Her voice trembled, rising to a fevered, maddened pitch. "You should have killed me when my eyes were blinded by starlight. When the song still echoed sweetly in my ears! You should have killed me when I could have hoped to be anything more than this! Let me die believing in a foolish promise of freedom, or kill me now, so that it finally end!" With a violent lurch, she wrapped both hands around Ember's neck, and slammed her head into the stone. 
Arueshalae’s grip had snapped her wrist, but the pain didn't matter. Nor did the stars in her eyes. With the last of her breath, she disappeared in a flash of light, body crumpling behind the temple's altar, struggling even to breathe.
Arueshalae let out a roar, grabbing the bloodied starknife from the ground, wings flaring in anger. "Not again!" She screamed. "You aren't going to do this again! I'll punish every filthy beggar who dared to accept a scrap of your charity! I'll hunt you down! I'll make you forget your own name, and I’ll rip everything you accomplished to shreds!" 
Ember murmured another incantation, trying to block out the anguished threats. Blood was still gushing from her eye, and her wrist was already beginning to swell, but she had more than enough power in her to stop the pain, even as frail as her body is. Positive energy washed through her body in a warm wave. 
"You'll live in your own piss and shit, that’s how far beneath me you are! You'll survive ten thousand years in my care, and scrape against the ground while I feed you the rotten meat of your own followers! I will brand you with my mark so that no one will ever look upon you without knowing who you belong to! I'll fuck you to death and stitch together what's left, so that I can fuck you to death all over again!" She leapt over the altar, frenzied, teeth bared.
The tolling of a bell could pierce clamor just as it could silence. Arueshalae screamed, her charge broken. The ranting and raving ceased, her body twisting and writhing in pain, and she hugged herself. She let out a whimper, collapsing atop the stone slab as though she were some ritual sacrifice. "What… what is that? What is that sound?"
"Your gift to us," Ember replied, her voice soft. She stepped backwards, never taking her eye off of her. "Do you remember? You might have succeeded in killing me, but you chose this place... this church. You really can't let go..." 
"That… bell? That stupid, insignificant little bell? It's here?! Of all places-!" 
Ember's voice echoed through the temple like the word of the divine.
"Burn."
Soot sat upon the statue of Desna, the blaze dancing in her beady eyes. 
"For the love of the gods, she's a child! She's a child!" He tore frantically through the wood at the base of the pyre, throwing it aside as his skin blistered and his clothes caught flame. He must have been in such terrible pain, but he wouldn't let himself stop until he could finally reach her. He desperately tore at her ropes with his own hands, his flesh beginning to melt. Screaming, screaming. The inquisitors wouldn't stop him, too paralyzed to slaughter their own, but neither would they help him, too faithful in their righteous cause. A witch should burn.
A witch should burn. 
The centuries had changed her, certainly, but not enough. Not nearly enough. The moment that a shred of doubt crept into her mind was the same moment she knew it had to end. She would pray for the Demon Lords of the Abyss, because no one else would. She would pray for Arueshalae, no matter how twisted she became. What hope was there for the wicked and forgotten, if no one would recognize their suffering? How could anyone ever challenge the abyss, if every right-minded crusader and gods-fearing mortal already accepted its terms?
Screams echoed through the temple. It must have been unimaginably painful. In her childhood, she took pity on the man who set the flames, and she took pity on the man who quenched them. She took pity on them all, and in her heart, her innocent and childish heart, she knew that there had to be a better way. Sacrifice would never make the world any kinder. A quiet little cabin somewhere, maybe. Or an endless road, promising freedom. A gentle word. A song. A single, fleeting moment of peace. But a sacrificial pyre?
Never. Never.
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The little girl crept closer to Ember, anxious and pale. No doubt she heard some of Arueshalae’s uninhibited taunts, or Ember’s screams of pain. At very least Ember made sure to clear out the gore and corpses before allowing her to come wait in the ruined temple with her. The room smelled like smoke and ash, and it was a bitter, acrid thing, but it was no longer the gruesome sight it was before.
“I did well, didn’t I, big sister? When I rang the bell, it helped?”
“You did well,” she nodded. “You made it just in time, and you weren’t seen. I’m proud of you.”
“She’s… she’s not gonna hurt you? Or me? You’re sure of it?” The little girl glanced down at the face of the demon, fidgeting and squirming.
“I’m sure,” she replied.
“How do you know?”
“Look at her eyes.”
…It was a fitful sleep, but she could see it. Movement beneath her closed eyelids. Even demons could dream, after all.
“She’s pretty,” she said, almost without thought. “...Why did she hate you so much, big sister?”
Ember shook her head. "It isn't the right time to say. She needs her sleep."
A fat, orange cat sat on top of the roof of a warehouse. How did it get up there…? It was a mouser, but it was also well-fed and well loved. It was clean, groomed, and taken care of. It wore a cute little collar. She touched down on the roof, as gentle as could be, and lay beside the it, watching it for as long as it remained, but never creeping any closer. How simple it would be, to be born as something so effortlessly loved…
The world was better off when the Worldwound closed, but whenever she thought of her happiest moments… when the haze of violence cleared from her eyes and she could remember happiness at all, rather than a perpetual numbing hunger and clawing hatred... she thought about the war. Mortals, marching into a desolate and dead land, fighting against an incomprehensibly vast foe, and her place among them. Nervously braiding a young girl's hair. A joyous cry of ‘Sister!’ from someone bold enough to call her a friend. A thousand and one jokes she never quite understood. Two women so deeply in love their lives were like one. Art and poetry. Cold and uncompromising duty. A cause she believed in with her entire heart, even if her heart was forever unknown to her.
Dreams. Beautiful, lovely dreams, clutched greedily in her arms. 
When she opened her eyes, she found herself laying on Ember’s lap. Above her, a fat crow sat on a burned statue of the goddess, a beautiful little butterfly perched on her beak. Beyond that, a burning hole that had been blown through the ceiling, and far above, she could see the stars. She saw them in her Knight Commander’s eyes, once. Cold, distant, and impassive. Her judgment was certain. Her role in the cosmos had been long predetermined. What use is there, fighting the irrevocable law of her nature?
And yet... In the fog of sleep, she could imagine them, ever-so-briefly, to be a mercy. Just as she did before, when the future inspired hope instead of... boredom and fear. They were glittering map of beauty, myth, heroism and love, displayed upon a marvelous tapestry. In her weakness, she could see how lovely the heavens were. Just as the earth had flowers. Just as her heart had…
“Sh- she’s awake?” The voice of a terrified child. A snarling instinct roared within Arueshalae, hammering against her psyche. Kill her swiftly enough that Ember couldn’t stop her. Torment her with her failure! Bathe in her blood!
…She couldn’t bring herself to move. Ember had healed her completely, and the agonizing pain of that divine flame washing over her was gone, but somehow, she could no longer find the strength for it. Perhaps it had burned something crucial out of her being, rendering her helpless. She’d remain, a declawed and neutered demoness. How pathetic.
“You were so close,” she said. “Why can’t you just kill me?”
“It’s love,” Ember answered sadly, looking away. “If I don’t love you, then no one will ever love you again. My friend, who would shelter me from the rain…”
“Stop. Ember, stop…”
“You were always so afraid, Arueshalae.”
“I was fooling myself,” she spat, failing to drum up her usual level of venom and spite. “Fooling you, too. A demon can't love.”
“I still see her in you. Even now.”
“That girl you knew was a figment. A dream. A lie! Haven’t I proven that, yet!?”
“If she was a dream,” she said, “then isn’t she the answer to the riddle that vexed you so?”
It felt as though something in her broke. Centuries of pressure had built up, and now released. She hissed, like an angry cat, trying to sputter out some half-formed insult. What came instead was a soft moan, as tears welled in her eyes. She choked, clutching at Ember’s tattered robes.
For the first time in centuries, Arueshalae began to cry.
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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years ago
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Helloooooo I hope you're doing super fine and that you're reading for 2023 ! 🌺🌟
It's 3 am and I just had to send you send this request if you're okay with it of course 🥰
Do you know the old trend with the corset one tiktok ( y"You bring the corsets we'll bring the cinchers" this is the song ) if not go to 1:33 here she is the one who started the trend I think
Well Y/n is doing it too but for her own entertainment lmao and - Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki, Shinzo and Tamaki - walk up on her doing it 😂 - spice it up if you want 😚
Again not pressure and take care of youself 💚💙
Baby I'm so sorry for taking almost two months to get to it 😭 but I hope you enjoy every part of this ❤️
A lovely view
Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ Shinsou/ Amajiki/ Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Fem reader
Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive themes
Notes : The main focus here is the characters' reactions rather than a description of the challenge itself. The challenge will be vaguely referred to and only in some of the parts.
Please do not read if you're a minor
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
Shinsou :
_ "Oh! what do we have here?"
You jumped up hearing your boyfriend's amused voice, and immediately turned the music off on your phone.
Apparently, you were too immersed in the cute little performance you've made for yourself, that you failed to notice him walking in on you.
_ "Hitoshi! You're home!" you were too stunned to do anything other than running around the room in a disparate attempt to find something to cover yourself up with, since the corset hugging your upper body had caught his attention immediately.
He stood there in place, arms crossed and gleaming eyes following your every move, while an amused smirk adorned his features.
He did not expect coming home to such a cute surprise, and your reaction was the cherry on top.
_ "Stop staring at me! This is embarrassing!" you felt self conscious under his piercing stare, and what made things even more insufferable was his lack of response, so you started again in hopes of filling the awkward silence surrounding you, "I was just having fun on my own, no one was supposed to see this, least of all you.." you whispered that last part as if hoping he wouldn't catsh it, but to your surprise, that was what brought him to his senses.
_ "What? Why not? Were you honestly not gonna show me?" he was only a few inches away from you at that point, eyes fixated on the curves of your body, and arms reaching out to pull you closer.
Your only response was a shaky breath when your boyfriend decided to latch onto your collarbone, licking and nibbling like a hungry dog, "I'm hurt y/n, to think that you wanted to keep this from me, tsk.." he inched towards the bed with you still in his arms, pushing you down gently onto the soft bedsheets before hovering over you, "wanna make it up to me beautiful?" and the flare in his eyes intensified as he whispered suggestively.
Bakugo :
_ "Babe I'm home." he called out from the entrance, kicking his shoes and dragging his feet as he proceeded to look for you around the house.
He figured you would be at home already, but the quiet empty atmosphere suggested otherwise.
However, it didn't take long for the music to reach his ears from behind the closed bedroom door.
_ "Hi babe I've been looking for.."
He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening and mouth dropping open as soon as you came into view.
You were standing in front of your mirror, wearing nothing but a delicate panties that hugged your bum perfectly, and a corset that he could swear has never seen you wearing before.
_ "Katsuki! When did you.. wait let me explain!" you tried to sound calm as you raised your hands up and took a few steps back, but the animalistic look taking over his features, sent shivers down your spine.
_ "Yeah okay go ahead, I'm listening." but he wasn't, because the next thing you knew, he was all over you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing down your neck.
_ "It's.. it's really no big deal, just.. something I wanted to do for fun." you struggled between soft moans as his lips carried on mapping your delicate skin, almost losing your balance when he licked a slow stripe down your cleavage.
_ "I see I see, so am I allowed to join in the fun?" and he didn't even wait to hear your response, sneaking his fingers past the lace trim of your panties and groping those luscious butt cheeks he so much adored.
You couldn't take anymore of his teasing, breathing out a lustful "yes" before claiming his lips in a longing liplock.
Dabi :
_ "Are we done already? Can I take it off now?" you were fuming as you stood there in front of him, upper body clad in a floral corset that you casually put on earlier for a little private show you had planned for yourself, not taking into account your boyfriend's sudden appearance.
_ "Hmm.." was he even listening to you? You guessed 'not' based on the flaming look in his eyes and the lower lip caught between his pearly whites.
He demanded to see what you were up to behind his back, and even after giving him a mouthwatering show -despite your crippling bashfulness- he still wanted to see more.
You were fidgety as you regretted the whole thing, and your furiousness grew by the second.
_ "Alright, give me a little twirl, will you? But do it slowly." he leaned back against the back cushion of the sofa, crossing his legs and gesturing you to carry on.
Did he have a death wish? You were ready to punch that irritating smirk off his face, but for some odd reason you also enjoyed his torment.
You took a deep breath and did as he asked, keeping your eyes on him at all times.
_ "Good, now come here." he demanded through a husky voice, patting his thigh with one hand and extending the other for you to take while guiding you to his lap.
_ "So what now?" you ran your fingers through his soft messy hair after settling on his waist.
_ "Now is time for the fun part doll."
And you didn't need to ask any further questions as you felt his fingers loosening the laces of your corset.
Amajiki :
_ "Oh! I'm.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.. I'll be outside." his face immediately turned red as he stammered his words.
You couldn't understand his reaction though, he has seen you wearing a lot less before, so what was it then?
Was it because the garment squeezing your torso defined your breasts perfectly? Perhaps, but you needed to have a clear answer.
_ "Wait ! Tamaki don't go," you grabbed his arm as he turned around to leave, and stepped in front of him, but his gaze refused to meet yours.
In fact, he kept his eyes peeled on the ceiling and that was enough to answer your question.
You took another step closer, pressing your boobs to his heaving chest, and watched amusingly as he swallowed thickly, "Tamaki, look at me sweetheart, tell me what you think of this."
_ "I think it's.. it's.." and it was as if he had forgotten how to speak properly, but you pushed a bit more nonetheless, pecking his reddening neck and giggling as you did so.
_ "I was just a bit bored and wanted to have some fun, care to join me?" your fingers played with the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes watched as he struggled to keep his own away.
He looked incredibly adorable, all blushing and tense, but you wanted to feel his touch.
_ "You're really stubborn." you pouted cutely, taking his hands in yours before placing them on your corset-clad breasts, and biting down on your lip when he unconsciously squeezed on the perky globes.
And that was when he finally lowered his gaze to meet your own, shy expression still present upon his features, but also was a dark mysterious glint that rarely ever appeared in his eyes.
You couldn't control the shivers running through your whole body, because that look only meant one thing: he was going to make you pay for teasing him.
Shouto :
He was not supposed to see you wearing it, especially if he was going to observe you with that blank expression of his, but there he was..
_ "Shouto, say something already." you were only trying to chase away the boredom as you slipped into your corset and started your private performance, unaware of the piercing stare coming from behind you until it was too late.
_ "What was that?" he finally spoke, closing the door behind him as he walked in, and tilting his head to the side as pure confusion laced his uttered words.
_ "Nothing really, this is nothing." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, still oblivious of what was going through his mind.
_ "Can you do it again?"
Oh?
You failed to respond for a moment, racking your brain to no avail until he approached you slowly, placing both hands on either side of your torso and stroking the thick fabric of your corset like a curious little puppy who's facing the world's biggest mystery.
And all of a sudden, his fingers stopped moving and his eyes popped out, "can you even breathe properly in this?! Okay I changed my mind, just take it off it seems painful."
Seeing the look of concern in his mismatched irises, as he struggled to figure out a way to free you from your confinement, was truly endearing.
_ "I love you Shouto." you giggled softly, cradling his cheeks and gazing into his blinking confused eyes.
_ "I love you too, but I'm serious you should really take it off because.."
You had to silence him with a kiss, you truly couldn't help yourself.
He is simply the sweetest.
Izuku :
_ "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you!" his sudden outburst startled you, almost bringing a shriek out of your throat if you didn't turn around to face him at once.
His hands flew to cover his bright red face as he stood there awkwardly.
Your reaction was no better than his though, as you sank through the floor and squeezed your eyes shut.
You could have easily heard a pin drop as embarrassment consumed you both and a stifling silence filled up the air. It was only a few moments, but felt like eternity.
Izuku lowered his hands cautiously, not because he wanted to take a better look at your outfit, but rather to check in on you since you hadn't said a word the whole time.
_ "Y/n, are you okay? Do you want me to leave?" he sounded as nervous as you felt, and you knew for a fact that your voice would crack should you attempt to respond, therefore you settled for a feeble shake of your head as you slowly opened your eyes.
_ "Alright then, can I come closer?" he was still being cautious, but your eager nod comforted him.
He was finally able to get a clearer look at you, and again, the blood rushed to his cheeks as you were utterly captivating.
_ "I was just a little bored so.." you had finally found your voice, small as it was, but your eyes remained trained on your clenched fists.
_ "Oh! Yeah I see.. well," he stopped for a second to take a deep breath and place a warm hand on your trembling ones before carrying on, "you look beautiful."
And that was the moment you finally dared looking in his face, with a bright smile and twinkling eyes that warmed up his heart.
_ "You are the most beautiful y/n."
Shigaraki :
_ "What.. the hell.." he froze in the middle of your room, eyes squinting and head tilted in pure curiosity as he attempted to understand what was happening.
_ "Come closer, I'll.. I'll show you." you were torn between your desire to explain what you've been up to, and the overwhelming bashfulness that took over your being. He was never meant to see you like that after all.
_ "Alright." he moved closer to where you stood, a serious look on his face as if you were about to share a big secret with him.
You hesitantly restarted the song on your phone and proceeded to perform in front of him, giving it your all as you wished to impress him.
_ "So, what do you think?" you turned off the music and whispered your query, eyes fixed on the floor and feet shuffling nervously in anticipation.
_ "So this is what you've been doing here for hours?!" the laughter rumbling across the room confused you, and the eyes studying your outfit seemed mocking all of a sudden.
Your shyness was quickly replaced with pure irritation, how could this be all he had to say? And after you graciously allowed him to watch!
_ "Just forget it and leave! I need to get changed." you turned away from him, crossing your arms and waiting for the door to click shut behind him, but the sound never reached you and instead, you felt his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer against him.
_ "I'm sorry y/n, please don't be mad."
You refused to face him, and remained quiet until his lips trailed soft kisses along your nape.
_ "Stop it jerk." you protested feebly as you stifled a threatening giggle.
_ "You look so sexy in this I'm not gonna lie," a few more kisses on your shoulder, "I'm sorry for being insensitive."
He sounded sincere, so maybe you should forgive him?
_ "Fine." you placed your hands on top of his, craning your neck so you could kiss him properly on the lips.
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nocturnesmoon · 11 months ago
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And if you die, I wanna die with you
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Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader Word count: 4.8k Tags: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Heavy injuries, Flashbacks, Established relationship, Medical inaccuracies in terms of wounds and severity CW: Major character death, no happy ending, Canon Typical Violence A/N: ✨And if you go, i wanna go with you, and if you die, i wanna die with you, take your hand and walk away✨ (Read on Ao3) - "Would you still love me if i was a worm?" "Would you still love me if i was a Ghost?" -
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The world is muted.
Completely muffled to your damaged ears, the aftershocks of the explosion were still fresh on your body. The sharp pain in your arm indicated most likely a broken bone, you couldn't even pinpoint where the rest of the screaming pain was coming from. Every little movement you tried to make send white hot pain through your skull.
"G- h…ost" you gasped for air, the sound of his callsign was supposed to be a yell, but it fell only on a whisper. You tried to look around, to locate the person you needed to see, but everything in your line of sight was rubble and debris, a distant fire and smoke. Each agonizing second that passed taunting you with the fact he wasn't responding.
You slowly raised yourself upwards, moving every limb that wasn't broken and supporting yourself against the ruined wall you had been pushed against. The air in your lungs stung, every breath you took reminding you of your state. You reach for your radio, trying to locate the box that should be strapped to your torso, but it was gone.
A groan bubbled up in your throat, it was hard to think when your own head felt like it was cracked wide open. You were rolling completely on barebones instincts, your only thought being to find him, to make sure he's okay.
You can still hear the occasional gunshots from somewhere else, everything is dampened, as if cotton has been stuffed in your ears. The probability of hearing damage becomes a much scarier reality the more you get back in tune with your senses.
You push it into the back of your mind, it's not important right now, it's a probability you can process later. The wall behind you is half crumbled down, too much pressure makes it threaten to spill right over you. You push against it, slowly raising yourself up to standing once again, your knees barely wanted to obey your internal commands. Everything in your body was delayed, your body wasn't listening to you.
Even as you commanded your arms to shield your fall, they weren't fast enough when your knees buckled under you and you faceplanted right into the dirt once again. "F- uck" you groaned, you didn't want to let the fear take hold, but you could feel its cold hands clawing at your ankles. Your eyes honed in on the rubble of debris in the corner, the place he'd pushed you away from in the last second.
One arm in front of the other your clawed at the ground, wincing at the feeling of your broken nails. In slow motions you began to move, crawling across the room that now felt so much larger. You still couldn't fathom that he had pushed you out of the way, you should've taken the fall, but he took your place.
It wasn't supposed to go like this whatsoever, he wasn't supposed to take your place, he was never supposed to take your place in danger. Air eludes you, making you gasp and sputter as you reach the mountain of broken ceiling and furniture.
"Simon…" you rasp hoping that he somehow could hear your strained voice from wherever he was. There was no response, only the muffled sound of the blearing wind, the distant fight and the screaming in your own mind. You caught sight of your bloodied hand, latched onto a chunk of the debris as you did your best to pull, you couldn't help the shaking, the innate fear that he might never respond.
Some of the stone and dirt trickle off, the piece pulls aside, and you notice the small critters crushed underneath. Some bugs you can't name, a roach that almost made it out. A worm, half its body mashed to liquid and other half still wiggling in desperate search of escape.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Simon looks up from his phone, a little caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of the silence. "Seriously?" he asks unimpressed, not having expected you to throw him that question of all things. He rolled his shoulders back, working out the tensing that had formed from laying at such an awkward angle in the bed.
"C'mon answer the question!" you swatted his arm, inching closer to him as you waited for his answer, "Would you love me if I was a worm?". You rolled onto your stomach and leaned closer to him, propping yourself up on your elbows and placing your chin in the palm of your hand.
"No"
You let out an exaggerated gasp of offence, "Why not?" you moved yourself even closer so you could place your head on his stomach, angling your body sideways in his bed. He sighed and put his phone away, his eyes flickering to you and giving you his undivided attention.
"Cause you'd be a worm, I'd probably crush you by accident" he gently ran a hand through your hair, rubbing his calloused fingers over your scalp. Your eyes fluttered from the sensation, the feeling of goosebumps going down your back.
Still, you manage to let out scoff in mock offence, "Mean." You pout and turn your body to lay on your back again, ignoring the way Simon fakes the sound of being crushed under your weight. You've seen him carry another soldier the size of himself, he would be fine.
He keeps his hand resting on your head, gently nudging you a little further up so you weren't laying it directly on his stomach. "Would you still love me if i was a Ghost?" he asks, countering your own silly question with one of his own. You raised a brow at that, curious that he was now indulging you in your sappy feelings.
"An actual ghost?"
"Yeah"
You turned your head to watch the curling smile on his lips, how you'd love to kiss the teasing grin right off. You blow out air through your nose, your shoulders jolting just a little in amusement. The question didn't sound like it needed a serious answer, it was obviously just a ploy on his own callsign. Yet you were out to annoy him right back, so you gave it some serious thought.
"Yeah, I think I would," you say with a grin on your face, "I mean I know you'd always watch over me." His smirk widens at your answer, looking at you as if he didn't quite believe your sentiment. "Even if I couldn't see you, I'd love the fuck out of your ghost," you roll your body again, letting out a satisfied huff when you settle atop of him, and he starts complaining again.
You always knew it wasn't serious, his complaining amounting to nothing because instead of pushing you right off he pulls you closer. Cuddling you tight as he mumbles his complaints in your ear, while you can still hear the teasing smirk on his lips.
Your mouth feels like it's full of sand, the dry heat stirs your discomfort to a new level. The sting in your eyes is no longer from the impact, and you bite back on your tongue to muffle a cry. A cry for him to hear, the one only he could soothe, the ache only he knew how to quell.
A newfound strength burrowed itself in your bones from your agony, the drive to pull chunk after chunk. Every little piece brought you closer and closer to your goal, to something that was terrifyingly far away. Every piece hurt; every stone made your hands bleed even more. Every new area uncovered that didn't show sign of him festered in your heart, every moment you didn't find him stabbed a knife into your wretched heart.
Your own lungs couldn't contain you, the need to scream his name bubbled up and was just barely suppressed when you saw that familiar glove. The one you had studied in your own hand time and time again, the hand it usually encompassed wasn't there. His skeleton gloves having been pulled off during the tumble. Your own shaking hands grab it and hold it close to your chest, it was full of dirt and blood, the bone markings ripped, and some parts were even peeling off.
You quickly pocketed the gloves, intent on giving them back to him as soon as you both got out of here. They meant a lot to him, even if it was for silly reasons, he always wore them, they were his. The mountain of rocks felt like an impossible task, but he had to be here, you had to get to him quick.
There was no way to know what kind of state he was in, but guessing from your own injuries his would be even worse. The cold dread started to form in the pits of your stomach, you wanted to throw up. This was never supposed to happen to either of you, you were supposed to be invincible, you were supposed to be able to protect each other from harm.
That was the problem, he had protected you from harm, in the one moment where you wished he didn't. You removed another piece of debris and felt your heart spike in your throat. His hand was covered in a layer of grey dust, his blood coating a thin streak right over his palm. You felt your panic take hold, the creeping fear now sinking its cold teeth into your back.
Piece after piece after piece is removed in a haste, and you let out a cry of frustration when some of it tumbles in the wrong direction. You uncover his arm; the fabric of his shirt is torn but you no longer pay attention to the extent of the damage. The rest of the rubble covering him is easily removed, and you settle next to him, frantically searching his body for wounds before checking his lucidity.
His mask is torn in half, his balaclava ruined and giving a view of the bruises underneath. You choke back on a sob, seeing the mangled state he was in sent spikes straight into your heart. "No no no," you move your shaking hands to his face, gently sliding his mask fully off so you could cradle his face.
Tears filled your eyes making it hard to see, what was right in front of you. You tried to gently shake him, while trying to hold back what would become hysterical sobbing. He wasn't moving, you couldn't see if he was breathing, he wasn't responding. "No no no! You can't leave me, i can't do this without you!" you cried out for him, "Simon!"
"I can't do this without you" you sobbed, your pouring tears mixing with the downfall of rain. It was all too climactic, too cheesy and movie like, you hated it more than anything, because the pain in your heart didn't feel like when you watched those movies. This was real, and it held unfathomable power over you, a single person’s answer being able to either make the rain stop or tear your world in half.
He stood in front of you motionless, he looked something akin to a statue in the darkness. You desperately wished he would be more expressive, at least for you, at least in this moment. His clothes were soaked through, his balaclava sticking uncomfortably to his face no doubt. You had no idea how long he had been out here waiting for you.
"I don't want to do this without you Simon," you pleaded with him, "I know you said it wouldn't end well, and that my feelings would pass but i know they won't." You spoke pathetically through your tears, you wanted to scream at him, blame him for getting you into this but you knew it wasn't just his fault. You were just as much to blame, for the developing of your feelings.
It had started off as a simple arrangement, something to get both of your frustrations out after missions. However, it quickly developed into so much more, you had promised each other to keep it on a tight leash, to not let it become more than that. You both knew after that first night that it wouldn't be possible to keep it from running loose.
"I love you."
Your eyes were desperately searching him, looking for anything that could be deciphered as an answer. He drove you crazy, every single part of his existence drove you to that line of madness. A love, an obsession, a devotion so strong it was breaking you to know he didn't want to feel the same.
"I don't want to just forget about you, i want you, all of you," you continued, consciously glancing away as you couldn't take his piercing stare anymore. "I want us to be together, to grow together, to die together," you feel the cracks in your voice get worse, "I know you said we shouldn't fall in love, but i want to love you SimMmh-"
You feel his rough lips crash unto yours, forcing you to step backwards in shock but he would only follow. In all your years knowing him, you never understood how he moved so much muscle so effortlessly, and so quietly, nonetheless. You hadn't even noticed how he had bolted forward in the middle of your grand speech, how he had ripped off his balaclava and exposed his hair to the rain.
You only felt how his lips moved feverishly against your own, how his hands grabbed your face and waist and pulled you closer. His grip was strong, there was no escape even though you didn't even want one. You move in sync with him, feeling his caressing tongue, his digging fingers, and his soft groan. He kissed you like you were the only person in the world.
"You're a bloody fool" he whispered against your lips, resting his forehead against yours as you pulled in air. "To not see how much I love you too, how fuckin' enamored I am with you," his dark brown eyes stare straight into your own, "Don't you understand just how much I would do for you? It scares me to love you, because I know I would do anything you'd ever ask of me, I’d give you my heart, my soul, I’d tear my own flesh if you wished it of me."
You stared back in shock, taking in his words like were they priced possessions you would never get again, "I just want to be with you, I don't want to be alone anymore". You couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears on your wet cheeks anymore, but the way he held you, so carefully wiping tear and rain away, like you might break if he moved the wrong way did things to your heart.
"Then that's what we'll do, no more hiding from each other" he whispered close to you, the overpowering sound of pattering rain deafening the world around you. Creating a bubble of safety that consisted just of two, "You'll never have to be alone again".
The sound of his rasp cough made you jerk your hands away from him. In one quick motion your wiped away the tears that blurred your vision so you could focus on him. He looked so pale, his eyes half lidded as he slowly moved his head.
"Oh god, oh my god Simon, why did you do that!" you can't help your outburst and the tears that come along with it, you shake him not thinking of his injuries, "You can't just do that!" A weak hand gently grazed your arm to make you stop.
"E- Easy" he struggled to get his words out, he was no doubt still adjusting to the disorienting feeling. The hollow look in his eyes terrified you, and you quickly grabbed his hand squeezing it tight in your own.
"Simon, you're…" your teeth sink into your own lip, you hadn't checked the extent of his injuries, you hadn't checked where he was bleeding or if it was all blunt. Your eyes scan him but it's hard to see in the darkness, his black gear and attire blending in with the grey shadows engulfing you both.
You feel him trying to squeeze you back, but the force is so feint, if you didn't know any better you'd think there's no intent behind it. "M…okay…" his voice is so quiet in your ears, even more muffled than the rest of the world around you.
"No no you’re not!" you have no idea whether you’re shouting or screaming or crying, it's probably a mix of all three. Your free hand starts moving around his torn clothes, pushing it aside to get a look at the scratches and cuts on his body. Your eyes fall to his stomach, the place where his shirt is clamping to something wet.
Your heart catches in your throat and you choke out a pathetic noise. You didn't want to raise his shirt, you already knew what you would find, but you didn't want to know what it would mean for you right now. "Hey…" his voice sounded so solemn, as if he already knew, as if he already had it figured out how it would end.
"S'ok…" he mumbled quietly, trying to squeeze against your hand. He sounded almost floaty, the pain going through him must be immense, enough to mess with his head if the fall didn't do it.  "B- Breathe darling…need you to stay strong, okay?" you hadn't even noticed the way you were starting to panic again.
You never understood how he did it, how he managed to stay so calm during such crucial situations. You were good at keeping a level head in most types of life-threatening situations, but this was different, too different. "Why did you do that? Why did you push me away," you bite down on your tongue intentionally, now desperately wishing you had a better control over your emotions.
"M'always gonna push you away from the danger," he says quietly, a smile that was barely visible resting on his lips. "It's what we agreed wasn't it?" his hand gently comes up to graze your cheek, the weak nature of his shaking hand only made you cry harder.
"Not like this, it wasn't supposed to be like this," You cup his hand that's resting against your cheek. His thumb gently vibes away the falling tears, and you feel the way it runs over a bruise. It hurts but it's nothing like the ache in your heart.
"And you?" he asked quietly, the soft glow of the cigarette bud illuminating him in the night, "Would you give your life f'mine?" The conversation had come up during your nightly ramblings, going over everything and nothing, however the mood strikes.
"Without hesitation," you say determinedly, reaching out to grab the cigarette from him so you could take a puff. "I'd trade my life for yours any day" you tell him again after your drag. He looks at you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"No hesitation, huh?" he leans back against the wall behind him, watching your expression as he contemplates it. "I think, if it came down to it, I’d be okay with dying if it was with you" he says after a moment of thought, he takes the cigarette back and flicks off the gathering ash.
"Hmm" your noise of disagreement wasn't lost on him; you move in front of him walking into his space and staring at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, but you're not dying" you say and press a finger against his chest, almost accusatorily.
He lets out a scratchy chuckle, clearing his throat before returning your stare in an amused way. "Not planning on it anytime soon sweetheart" he takes your hand in his own before bringing it to his lips, "How could I ever let you be alone like that."
"I know…I know," he hates the sound of your cries, it feels worse than the blearing pain his stomach. "Love…are you injured?" every word he speaks becomes harder and harder to force out. His body isn't working with him, and he despite how much he doesn't want to accept it, he knows it's no use. His only chance now is making you realize you need to get out of here.
"No….yes…..I��fuck.." it's hard to think when it feels like everything you ever cared about is on the line. "I'm okay…I’ll live…" he nods slowly in response, his eyes clenching shut as he bites back on a groan of pain. He knows what he's about to ask of you is gonna cause undesired feelings to stir within you, he doesn't even know if he can convince you, but he has to.
"Listen to me darling," your eyes snap to his droopy ones, he envied your awareness, "You need to survive….you need to go." Your eyebrows furrow, a frown falling onto your lips as you realize what he's asking you to do.
When you just think the situations, severity couldn't dawn on your harder, it does. Your stomach churns with nausea, a million different scenarios going through your head to think it through, but it all boils down to it, there's no way you can get him out of here.
"No no wait just let me think I can…" you rub your hands frantically over your face, trying to force some sort of epiphany to happen in your brain. The one thing that could save you both, anything that would not have you leave him here to die. "Shit, your radio, do you still have it? Mine broke doing my fall but if yours…" you move his shredded gear around to look for a sign of his radio.
You had no idea whether the radio would even work out here, it was a likely scenario that there is some kind of jammer up by now. But if there's even a sliver of hope, a small chance you could call for evac, or backup, or anyone, you'd take it. There was no way you were carrying him out here on your own.
All you had to do was find his radio, and pray it wasn't crushed under the debris.
"Darling…darling no….stop" he tries to catch your frantic hands, but his movements are too slow to do it before you move them to a new place. It's as if he can feel his own heart start to slow, every single second that passes he knows it's just a few more until he'll close his eyes. "Stop," his authoritative tone is so different on your ears, but it still makes you listen like a spellbound command.
The radio is nowhere to be found, in bits and pieces alongside most of his other gear. Crushing the hope, you had along with it, taking your final chance at saving him right out of your grip. It makes you freeze faster than any of his commands ever has done before.
He presses you to his chest, successfully maneuvering you into an awkward position that's halfway into his lap. The fall he took when the debris crushed him from above, left him in a weird almost sitting position.
You latch onto him, angling your hands to put pressure on the wound hiding beneath his shirt. You desperately wish it would help, as if by some comedic divine intervention would heal his wound and you could go on home. That if you just believed hard it enough then maybe this wouldn't be happening to you or to him.
"S'ok, s'gonna be okay love."
The cough that escapes his lips betrays his words of assurance; you look up from your place against his chest. Red blood smears down his chin, indicating of how little time you could have left. You don't want him to go, there's still so much you want to do with him, this isn't how it was supposed to end.
"M'gonna marry you someday," he mumbled sleepily into the crook of your neck. He was heavy on top of you, all of his weight relaxed unto your body and giving you the grounding, you needed. A long time ago he would be worried he would crush you, now he relishes in the feeling of relief he can give you, and the soft scalp scratches he gets for it.
"What?" you ask dumbfounded, it had been total silence between the two of you. You had been sure he had been asleep in all honesty, and then his voice rumbles out. Not just catching you off guard by him being half-awake, but the nature of the statement aswell.
"M'gonna get you a wedding ring, n' m'gonna marry you," he continues his mumbled rambling. You wonder if he even knows he's telling you this, if he's in that state between awake and sleep, his walls of defenses completely gone as you hold him.
If it was possible to have hearts for pupils, that's probably what'd you look like in this moment. So drunk off of his love, and he wasn't even awake to witness it. "You want to marry me?" you had already gotten your answer, but you wanted to hear it again, and again and again. Right up until that fated moment at the altar when you would finally hear the words.
"I do"
"M'sorry I couldn't marry you," his shaking hand cradles your face as you cry into his chest, using all the strength he has left to comfort you and assure you. Despite the way he's starting to dip in and out of consciousness.
The engagement ring, hanging in the chain you wear under all your gear, normally safely nestled against your chest, now burned like a thousand suns against your flesh. The promise that was supposed to be fulfilled a year from now, the promise of something better, a future in each other’s arms no matter what the world would throw at you.
"I can still see it, the little cabin we would retire to, the animals you'd insist on keeping, our nights spent on a porch watching a sunset"
"Please…Si…"
His smile is crooked, the blood coating his dried and dusted lips hurts to look at. It's not supposed to be there, it's not supposed to be his. Everything you had promised him would fade into dust, every little whisper of something better would mean nothing. Your relationship falling into the dark corners of your memory.
"It's gonna be okay….we'll…see each other again….I'll always watch over you…remember…" he tries to cheer you up, to lessen the impact he knows his inevitable demise will have on you. He can see it in your face, the betrayal and hurt, the uncertainty and pure devastation. "C'mon, lemme see that beautiful smile," he urges you.
When you don't comply he tries to do a dramatic pout, mimicking your own behavior in an argument with him. You can't decide if you appreciate his less serious side in this moment, you don't know how to feel yourself.
"C'mon," he says again, "Why don't blind folk skydive? Cause it'd scare the shit out of their dogs." The joke is old, used, but it's so him you can't help the small smile that tugs on your lips. "There it is, that gorgeous smile," he mirrors it, smiling brighter through the pain in hopes of you doing the same.
"Simon," there's a longing in your voice, the look in your eye so full of sadness it doesn't even escape your smile. He knows what you’re thinking, all the inevitabilities that'll happen after this moment. How desperately he wishes he could be there for you, that he could do something, anything to alleviate the situation.
The calm acceptance is already rolling through his brain, his quiet thoughts preparing him for the darkness his mind is slowly pulling him towards. You come impossibly closer to him, soaking up to him and taking every moment as the last. Your forehead gently rests against his, and he takes initiative himself to taste your lips one final time.
It's a slow agonizing kiss, every thought, every emotion, every promise is poured into it. His lips connected with yours, allowing you peek at his mind, his darkest fears becoming a frightening reality that you're going to be left with.
"I love you"
He holds you close for a long time, and you stay even longer. Even when his arms slowly go lax around you, even as his eyes close, even as his movements seizes. You don't find it in yourself to let him go, even as his body goes cold and his last breath is exhaled. You stay in his cold embrace, his name falling from your lips in silent prayer. A prayer directed to anyone that could hear you, that they might give back your lost love.
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umum. regressor jon is so good. headcanons um maybe?
regressor jon is the best boy yes
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Regressor Jon Sims Headcanons!
okay, jon? mr orphan? mr raised by grandma who didn't wanna raise another kid? mr spider book trauma sufferer? yeah he regresses very often, and he is terrible at hiding it
he discovered agere in uni, and he kind of realized like "oh that explains so much..." and then deep-dived into the whole concept and maybeeeee ended up sitting in his room that night very small and watching cartoons oopsie
georgie found out pretty soon after that. she went to wake jon up after realizing he was going to be late for possibly the first time since she'd ever known him to class. she opens up his door and looks inside and jon's still in bed with his thumb in his mouth and a stuffed animal georgie had never seen in his arms
jon tries his best to hide it from her, but he does eventually just give in like "okay fINE YES I AGE REGRESS" and georgie takes care of him 🥰 shes never really like a full-time "come to me any time" caregiver, but if she's there she plays with him and fills his sippy and gives him plenty of cuddles
flashforward a few years to jon being a researcher at the magnus institute. he's the quiet one who barely looks up from his desk from the moment he gets there in the morning to the moment he leaves in the evening. there are some who say that he never even takes a lunch break. the only time he looks up is when he has to leave to go do field work.
that is, of course, until he meets tim stoker. tim is just supposed to shadow jon, just to learn the ropes, but he quickly weasels his way into jon's life and *gasp* actually gets him talking!! soon the two are joined at the hip and where one is, you'll quickly find the other. then sasha comes along when she transfers to research, and tim and jon are quite happy to add her to the mix
theyre just supposed to be out in the field getting some notes for a case one day when it happens. jon's gone ahead first because. its jon. he goes into the creepy abandoned house that is supposedly haunted, and while he doesnt find ghosts or demons, he...gets a spider web to the face...and he has a panic attack
tim and sasha rush in when they hear jon in distress, and he's hyperventilating, shaking, he can't really move at this point...so they calm him down, they get him back down to earth, and jon just clings so hard to tim. he just latches on for a hug, and he's crying, and tim feels so bad for him so he just ends up carrying jon
its probably about two weeks of tim and sasha asking before jon explains anything. but, he tells them he regresses and that he's sorry and it'll never happen at work again (liar) and that they don't need to worry about him. they of course ignore that last part and make it their purpose to fuss over and worry over him profusely
jon does cave, because yeah okay he does like it and he does feel safe with them and yeah okay maybe he IS a cute baby like sasha says
jon doesn't have a specific age he regresses to, but he has differing needs. sometimes he can't speak and he can't remember how to even hold a spoon or if he needs to go potty. sometimes he's talking a mile a minute and he runs around and wants tim to chase him and he's just having a great time lol
hes the Most Spoiled baby ever. he has a big toy box that is stuffed full of plushies, dolls, blocks, action figures, whatever cool toy he saw at the store and begged for
hes not super messy or anything, unless he thinks it'll get him attention. he doesnt make a huge mess with his food, cleans up after himself when hes playing, those sorts of things, but you can bet that if he sees a giant mud puddle he is jumping in before sasha can say no. and now he's covered head to toe in mud, and he's got a big grin, and tim jumps in with him. sasha holds out a little longer, but FINE she'll jump in too
that trait of his when it comes to reading comes right back when hes regressed, too. sasha loves to take him to the library to pick out whatever he wants, and she reads with him. this is one of jon's favorite things to do is just cuddle beside sasha and let her read to him. sometimes tim joins in to do funny voices
jon calls the two of them mama and dada, and yes they cried the first time he said those titles
by the time they transfer to the archives, jon has moved in with them and the three of them are completely comfortable with each other. so when the martin curveball happens...jon is not a happy camper. and he has a fit when they get home, a full-blown tantrum because this was NOT supposed to happen
it takes a few months before martin finds out, and once he does...jon suddenly realizes that martin has a very good caregiver voice and he's very gentle and kind. oh no
now he has THREEEEEE cgs and he is more spoiled than ever
martin is just perfect for cuddles, and jon sometimes just decides It Is Cuddle Time whether martin knows it or not. he suddenly has a lap full of Baby and yeah he's not mad about that
jon ends up calling martin papa, and sasha and tim are the ones crying while martin is trying not to explode from cuteness
jon has no idea how cute he is, all he knows is he's getting tons of hugs and lil kisses on his forehead and thats a good thing ☺
can you tell i love jon? i also have a second fic for agere jon up on my ao3 that i desperately need to update
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ambroziadelphine · 1 month ago
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Emo Boy(Choso Kamo x Reader) Chapter 8
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3 days later I heard from Choso, and he was not doing great.
"Choso!" I gasped, opening my door to see my boyfriend frantically crying and panicking, hyperventilating and overall looking like a mess. I started rushing to the door as soon as I got a sense of his aura. "Baby, come inside, come here." I said, guiding him in quickly, Livi was at school right now, so we were alone at the moment. I guided him to my bedroom, getting him under the covers quickly and taking my shirt off, putting his head on my chest, his hands on my back as I sat up slightly, cradling him in my arms, wrapping us both in the covers as tight as I could. He was so scared and terrified is was almost palpable.
"Shh, its okay baby. You're okay, you're home now." I said, my heart breaking at his sobs of panic, clinging to me like I was his lifeline. I took his messy hair down, softly running my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp slightly to try and calm him down. I sat there with him, rubbing his back and petting his hair, kissing his head softly, just trying to calm his cries that hurt so much to hear.
"I love you, baby. I love you so, so much." I told him, kissing his forehead as he sniffled, I offered him a tissue from the box on my beside table, his hand trembling as he took one and wiped his runny nose from his crying. His eyes were red from his tears, his lips trembling still as he slowly stopped crying, burying his face in my chest before without a word sitting up and taking his own shirt off, moving to go back to how be was, before he tugged gently at my bra, looking down at me, his eyes still watery. I smiled gently and took the bra off, tossing it aside as he settled back into the same position with his head on my chest, his hands behind my back and mine on him.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked after a few moments of his sniffles slowing, now he was chewing on his thumb making me frown. He shook his head and I nodded, laying my head back down as I gave him a small squeeze. "Okay, just know that I love you." I told him, he kissed my chest, right over my heart where he was listening.
"I love you too." He mumbled, another few moments passing before I gently try to get him to stop chewing on his thumb, only for him to them latch his lips onto one of my nipples, startling me. I was going to pull him off, before realizing him doing this was better then crying or chewing his thumb any redder then he already had. I was worried he was going to make himself bleed if I didn't stop him. It was kind of strange feeling, with this not being done in a sexual way, but I also oddly didn't mind. I do hope he didn't make this a habit though, not really a technique I could apply to any situations he's panicking in aside from here at home.
I eventually fell asleep, muttering one last, 'I love you, baby' to him before drifting off as he kept up his self soothing actions.
------------Choso's POV------------
I didn't sleep, only able to think about Zoey and what I'd been told of the plan for her. Kenjaku wants to do another experiment.
He wants to see if a half curse can reproduce, so he can then try to use those children as well in his evil schemes.
"What would happen if I didn't want to force her to bare a child like you want?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous as a lump was in my throat, truly fearful of the answer for my sake. Kenjaku chuckled and gave me a sinister look that I will never forget for as long as I live.
"Then I suppose Ill just have to take her myself and do what you wont."
Mahito wouldn't stop the taunting me afterwards, telling me all about more details of what will happen if I doesn't comply. Kenjaku would kidnap Zoey, and make me watch and listen as he raped her, over and over until she bared a child for him, if she even could. I couldn't close my eyes without picturing her screams because of him. His stupid shape shifting abilities. I hoped Mahito wasn't right about how your screams sounded; it was as if the cursed spirit was trying to break him like a twig, messing with his head so much within the span of 24 hours.
I had only asked yesterday, and after that, I couldn't stop the spiral of thoughts. They wouldn't stop coming and I didn't know what to do. I came here when it got to much, which is how i got here now, Zoey's soft breasts on my face, one in my mouth as I cried like a baby. I pulled back after a moment, looking at her peaceful face as she slept. 
I needed to protect her. I couldn't let him touch her..
My eyes dropped to her smooth tummy, one of my hands caressing it as I imagined her with my child, though the image was now tainted, knowing as soon as Kenjaku found out about any child, they'd be taken and used as a weapon. i couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't.
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Waking up that afternoon to Choso's head between my legs was not what I expected, however when he has my thighs over his shoulders, his tongue already making a mess by smearing his saliva and my juices all over, his lips sucking on my clit when I grabbed a fist full of his hair; how was I supposed to tell him off? I arched my back and moaned, thighs trying to squeeze around his head only to be pried apart by Choso's strong hands, letting him stuff his face more of just me, his own whines and groans sounding out, his hips rolling into the mattress. I threw the blanket off of him, revealing his face literally shoved in my cunt, his nose rubbing my clit as I shook.
"C-Choso! Fuck, baby.." I moaned, grinding down on his face as I felt my whole body twitching under him. My head was so dizzy from this, I had only been asleep for a short while, but fuck was I disoriented. "Baby, I'm gonna-" I couldn't stop myself as I shook, squirting in his face as he only growled, using his hands to pull my hips closer. My eyes were rolled back, and I couldn't stop twitching with every touch, tugging at his hair and trying to pull away when it was getting too much, more of my arousal gushing from me as he pushed me over and over again into heart stopping orgasms. It wasn't until I was whimpering for him that he relented, pulling away from my lips as he stared up at me, still twitching slightly from my aftershocks. He was kneeling between my open legs, his angry and painfully hard cock in his hand, cum already having coated his shaft after fucking himself with the mattress. He was whimpering as he looked at me softly.
"You make me so happy.." Choso sighed, his hand moving up and down slowly, my eyes watching as his tip pulsed in his hand, already starting to leak more cum. "You make me feel so good. I love touching you.. I love when you touch me." He whined, his eyes closing before shooting open when I tried to sit up.
"No, no, no no no no, don't get up." He said, pushing me back gently as I bit my lip. "Wanna look at you, wanna see her so wet f'me.." He said, his eyes trained on my folds when I looked up at him through my lashes, my hand slowly reaching down to rub my clit, his eyes widening as he watched me, his fist on him moving slightly faster. 
"Fuck, I love you.. You're so pretty, so sweet, so perfect." He groaned, watching as I moaned, my fingers teasing my sopping entrance, my other squeezing my breast.
"I love you too.." I moaned, gasping out when his second hand was pulling me closer, his cock inches away from my entrance as his hand caressed my skin, guiding my hand to fuck me deeper. "Fuck, I love you so much.." I cried, following his guide even after his hand moved to rub my clit, my thighs twitching as he pumped his cock faster, his eyes rolling back as he saw my head thrown back in pleasure.
"Baby.. m'gonna cum, oh fuck, oh god!" He cried, my hand grabbing him as I pointed his tip straight at my entrance, Choso wasting no time in stuffing his cock into me once he felt the warmth on his tip. He grabbed my hips roughly, his brows furrowed together, teeth gritting as he came, thrusting into me a few times as he cried out a whimper, my own moans mixing with his in the air. He didn't pull out of me this time after we were done though, pulling me to stay on his cock as he buried his face in my neck. "I asked him." He said after a few moments of catching his breath, feeling water hit my skin as Choso's tears seemed to catch back up with him, his nose buried in my hair as I hold him close, pulling the blanket over us again as I was finally sensible enough to feel the extreme fear, sadness and guilt from his aura.
"What did he say baby?" I asked softly, mind still reeling but I knew he needed me right now.
"He-he wants us to make a b-baby so he can use it." He said and I could feel my blood run cold. Kenjaku wants him to get me pregnant, just to steal the baby? What the fuck is this? Some like of sick fairytale story? "He said if I didn't put a baby in you, he would." He sobbed, my arms tightening around him as I tried to shush him, petting his hair, kissing his neck, anything I could think of. I could feel his fear. He was truly terrified, and it broke my heart. I knew we had to make a plan to get out of Kenjaku's reach, but that probably meant playing into his plan.. oh boy. This is gonna be risky as hell, but fuck it. I haven't got anything bigger then him and Livi in my life right now. If this keeps Choso and Liv safe and in my life, Ill figure out how to get us all out of this in the end, even if we end up adding another life into that mix.
I moved my hand from Choso, reaching down to my thigh as he paused in his crying, looking at my hand as I touched my birth control patch. He stared at the small plastic square before turning to me with wide, tearful eyes as I cupped his face in my other hand.
"We are not giving him any of our children. We'll figure something out before he can ever touch any child of ours." I said firmly, Choso's face flushing as he realized what I was saying his aura calming, though his fear still remain ever present, even if he tried not to show it.
"So.. how are we going to do this?" He asked and I smiled, kissing his nose.
"We may have to play along for a while.. meaning we may need to.. actually, make a baby." I said, Choso's face flushing deeper, his pupils dilating as his cock pulsed. "Would you be okay with this?" I asked him, getting an immediate and eager nod from him, his hands gripping me tight, aura pulsing with excitement and arousal. He watched eagerly as I tore the patch from my thigh, his hand immediately moving to caress the newly exposed skin.
"I cant wait to see you with our baby.." He mused, looking up at me as I smiled, kissing his cheek making him pout. "That's it?" He asked making me giggle, rolling my eyes as I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then finally his lips, a smile spreading on both of our faces.
"Now, as much as I'd love to make that baby right now, I think Liv will be home from school soon." I said, seeing him pout before nodding, the both off us getting up and dressed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled, leaning into him. "Now, try to relax. We will figure this out, and at least Kenjaku doesnt want to hurt me, and we should have plenty of time if hes waiting for me to get pregnant. Human fertility is tricky enough for humans as is." I said, Choso furrowing his brows at that as he wrapped me in his arms, his clothes back on when I realized he was dressed in the same strange clothes as when I had first met him. How does he seem to look good in everything?
"Wait, so.. you wont.. be getting pregnant anytime soon?" He said, slightly frowning. I could feel the slight disappointment from him, but could also feel a great sense of relief.
"Its okay if youre disappointed, baby." I told him, smiling softly as he looked at me with eyes cuter then a puppy, a sad but thankful smile on his face. "We can have our happy family one day, we just have to make sure we're all safe when that happens." I told him softly, holding his face close as he teared up.
"I love you." He said, voice quiet as if afraid to say it even though hes said it before. I smiled and pulled him down for a soft kiss.
"I love you too." I mused, backing up to take his hand in mine. "Now, I've gotta start on dinner. Do you want to help me?" I asked him, getting an eager nod from him making me giggle, leading him to the kitchen where we started on dinner, waiting for Livi to return.
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drabbleitout · 10 months ago
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by: @artdecosupernova-writing over here! Like, 30 years ago (Thank you!) My words: Find, Leave, Settle, March, Begin, Tough Tagging: @winterandwords, @sleepy-night-child, @abalonetea, @ashen-crest, @kaiusvnoir, and anyone else who would like to join in! Your Words: Equal, Twitch, Fever, Period, and Vision
Find
[Garnet] grabbed one of the TLN bottles from the console, studying the cone-shaped spout that had a small line of plastic tubing. Fitting the sealed end of the straw between his teeth, he tore it open. The purple liquid inside began to glow, much like what was soaked into their clothes, as if once it made contact with oxygen, turned into a glowstick. Again, he fumbled with what to do next. “Okay, how does this work? It’s got a straw… do you drink it?” Beau tilted his head to the side, weakly reaching up to scrabble at a panel on the side of his neck. Getting the hint, Garnet leaned over, helping to open it to find a valve stem. He wrapped an arm behind Beau’s head to help angle him correctly to fit the tube into the valve. With a hesitant glance, he finally tipped the bottle on its end. "Like that?" he asked quietly. "Yeah." Beau rest his head against Garnet’s arm
Leave
"Jago's here," Ryker more croaked than whispered, stepping against the wall with another calming breath. From where he was standing, Ives couldn't see anyone through the window, but placed a supportive hand on Ryker's shoulder. "He's, uh, a social worker" –Congruity Error– "part of my case after I left the military." "You don't like him," Ives observed. "I mean," He meant yes, "I just didn't expect him here, for this." Ryker leaned against the wall, closing his eyes while going through several breaths. "Should I ask him to leave?" Ives frowned at the door. "No, no. He's just doing his job. It'll be fine."
Settle(d)
"Look," Ryker interrupted, eyes clamped shut. "I'm fine, alright? I got this stupid headband-thing. It's supposed to work, right? So I should be fine. I don't wanna take up yer time." Ives' HUD alerted him of the odd accent. "You aren't taking up my time," Ives whispered smoothly, ignoring it. "I wanted to be here, to help you get settled. That's why I went to the hospital to meet you." "I shouldn't need help," he fumbled to try and scoot down the couch, face carefully turned away. Ives remained where he was, frowning. "Have I done something?" He asked once Ryker had made it to a comfortable distance. "Why are you suddenly acting so distant?" "I'm not," Ryker blurted. "I'm just sayin', I'm fine."
March
(Surprisingly didn't have this one)
Begin
Even as short of a walk as it was, they were soaked by the time they reached Valetta. She glanced up to Lora, enough explained through one look to know Beau wasn't well. "Hey Beauregard," she gently smiled, taking him from Lora to bring into the foyer. "Nasty weather, isn't it? Come on, let's get you into something warm and dry. Here," she ushered him over to the bench that held their shoes, sitting him down to begin taking off his shoes. "I can," Beau whimpered, making a half hearted attempt to do so himself. "It's okay, I gotcha," Valetta shook her head, finishing them off. She stacked them neatly standing to offer out her hands, "come on, I've got just the thing and Lora has some Puerquitos you should try. We'll get some of that and watch a movie, how about that?" He took her hands, nodding as he was pulled to his feet.
Tough
Beau nodded, unbuckling himself and reaching for the door latch. "Wait a second," Ryker whispered, stopping him. "This looks like a tough one. Why don't you hold it down here for this one?" His expression became somewhat strained, pinching upwards on the inner corners of his brow, a slight, uncomfortable skew of his mouth. "You believe my presence will make them more upset." "No," Ryker scowled, over-animated and far too fast. He was lying.
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Chapter 66
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The walk back to the mansion is done in silence. Jeff ignores the pain in his legs from the bullets, paying more attention to Eboni's needs. He's hoping she didn't allow that demon king's words get to her, but her silence is speaking volumes - and BEN has been fidgeting since Zalgo's encounter. He clearly knows something.
Finally, at the mansion doors, BEN pushes it open so Eboni and Jeff can stumble inside. Most of the proxies are in the kitchen, eating their Christmas dinner while a few are opening presents still. Sally, who is sitting on Slenderman's lap, gasps happily. She wiggles off of his lap, running towards Eboni.
"Eboni! Eboni! Eboni! You came! You really came!" She cheers happily, latching onto her leg.
She smiles, patting her head. "Yeah... yeah, I did."
"Wanna see all my gifts!? I got so many this year!"
"Maybe some other time. Today has been a long one."
The child stares up at Eboni, tilting her head. She can tell something is bothering her, but she won't pry. "Well, okay..."
Slenderman stands, walking over to the three. He stares at Eboni, who stares back. Being this close is causing a headache, but at least she's not getting a nose bleed. The creature extends his hand towards her, waiting for her to take it.
"Welcome to your new home, Eboni Brown."
She laughs, confusing everyone except for Jeff. "I've been through....so much shit, crap that I'm sure you knew about - even witnessed for yourself. We almost got caught tonight. Where were you? If I'm supposed to be an added addition to this 'family', you could've saved us. I'm not gonna become one of your mindless puppets - I won't. Why would I serve under a ruler that keeps secrets from their people? Secrets that could result in them turning against you? Let me make something clear to you-"
Eboni turns to Jeff, who's leaning against the door for support. He gives the girl an encouraging smile, his eyes holding a look of pride. So Eboni looks back at Slenderman to finish, still clenching her shoulder in pain.
"I serve Jeff. I answer to Jeff. I live for Jeff. He leads... and I follow... I know I can trust him, unlike you & Zalgo."
Slenderman's calm demeanor quickly becomes hostile at the mention of Zalgo. Though faceless, Eboni can see it twist into a look of rage. She tilts her head, grinning. "So that's what he meant.", she thought to herself.
"You watch your mouth, child -"
"I won't. Considering you have information on my mother. I'm sure a few of your proxies know of my mother - maybe even met her. Is that why you wanted me? Because neither of you could have her!?" Eboni shouts.
Slenderman is taken aback, so he withdraws. "Eyeless Jack." He calls.
EJ comes out of the kitchen, mask off, and licks his lips while chewing the rest of the food in his mouth. "Yes?"
"Get them treated. And Kate, prepare a room for our guest. You all enjoy the rest of your night. I will be in my office if any of you require my assistance." ,the faceless being said.
A woman with shoulder-length brown hair steps forward. Her blue eyes hold no particular emotion, there empty - lifeless even. She holds a hand out, eyes locked onto Eboni's bag. At this point, BEN is holding it since neither Eboni nor Jeff can. The demon is reluctant to give Kate her bag, so she snatches it out of his hand.
"Fuck off that's not-"
Jeff places a hand on her shoulder, eyeing kate. "She won't steal anything, princess."
"But that's MY sh-"
Jeff lends down, whispering into her ear. "I know... I know, but I need you to listen to me. That faceless fuck didn't tell her to look through it- so she won't."
"...but my bunny."
Jeff gives BEN a look, the demon using his magic to zap her stuffed bunny in her free hand- gun inside as well. "Better?"
"Yes, Daddy..." she whispers, pouting a bit.
"Good girl." He smiles, kissing her cheek. "Now let's follow BEN. I can feel the damn bullets scraping against my bones."
She nods, EJ leading the way to his infirmatory. The eyeless creature gets the two situated on different beds close together. He's about to start working on Jeff, but he refused- making him start with Eboni first. He can deal with the pain a bit longer.
Eboni tenses at the sight of the needles but allows him to put an IV in - filled with numbing liquids so she won't feel anything. While doing that, Sally & Laughing Jack enter sally, immediately wiggles out of the clown's hold, and crawls onto Eboni's bed. She moves onto her lap and lays her head on her chest, yawning a bit.
She can't help but smile. She questions why this ghost girl is taking to her like she's her mother, but she doesn't mind at all. Though this is besides the point. They know about her mother, about her past - at least BEN does. Eboni took note of how he has yet to look her way since Zalgo's encounter. Itching for answers, she ask -
"How do you know my mother?" Eboni said, looking straight at BEN.
The demon tenses, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I-I don't know -"
"BEN." Eboni said threateningly. "I had my family slaughtered, thinking it was their fault my parents are dead. Today has all been about getting answers, and today isn't over. I don't care what Slenderman made you promise. You WILL answer my question. How did you know my mother?"
"She almost became one of us, of course," Laughing Jack answers, his grin stretching into a smile- displaying his razor-sharp teeth.
"Elaborate."
"We weren't the first under Slenderman's control, but we still allowed him to give us orders - due to him being more powerful. I came across her as a child. She was five at the time. He ordered me to kill her, but the girl showed no fear. It was odd how she stared. The look even chilled me!" He laughs. "I grew attached and couldn't bring myself to end her life."
"I... met her when she was ten. Through one of the games I altered. I crawled through her TV, and she gave me that same stare, but then threw water on me. She... tried to kill me." BEN sighs, moving to sit down. "But she didn't, under one condition."
"Which was?" Eboni questions, needing to hear more.
"She wanted me to be her friend."
"......what?"
"The child was lonely. Her parents were extremely poor, both working low-end jobs and leaving her home alone." ,Laughing Jack explains. "She's always been fascinated with death. She knew how to manipulate, charm herself out of anything wrong she caused, and a professional lair. Though she did have other, more boring talents."
"Oh come on, they weren't boring! Her cooking was literally the best! She could sing, dance, even make her own clothes. Everyone at school loved her, but they were all fake."
"But none of that mattered after she killed her parents."
"....WHAT!?" Eboni gasps.
"Oh yes! It was cold, so calculated. BEN & I aided her, of course, in getting rid of any evidence."
"....I...why would she do that?"
"Simple. Your father." BEN hums, balancing a pen on his nose.
"Your mother met him in college. Love at first sight, if you will. Though with her...it was more along the lines of obsession."
"Yeah. Her parents started to see how...unstable she was. Though, most of that possibly had to do with slenderman." BEN explains.
"Ah yes..yes- through out her high school years, Slenderman took an interest. We still didn't have a contract with him, but he did have others. Hoddie, Masky, and Kate."
"Yeah. Slendy tried to offer her a deal, but she refused. Then Zalgo came along.", BEN said solemnly.
Eyeless Jack finishes with Eboni's wound, wrapping it up. He begins attending to Jeff, who is deeply immersed in the conversation - he wishes he has popcorn.
"....what else? What did Zalgo do?"
"Nothing at first." BEN sighs, "They were playing games with each other. Trying to manipulate the other. It was a dangerous game, but a fun one on both ends. Zalgo did offer to strike a deal, but Amara refused. He wasn't upset, though, and stayed patient. That was until Amara met your father in college."
"Soon, all the attention Zalgo once had was now given to your father, Damien. Zalgo already had this plan in mind, a way to one up Slenderman - do something he'll never do."
"And that was having offspring." Eyeless Jack interjected, finishing up Jeff.
"Your mother was at the top of his list of possible women. He grew infatuated with her, obsessed. It seems the more Amara grew attached to Damien, as did Zalgo with her." BEN sighs.
"If any woman so much as looked at, Damien would disappear without a trance. Granted, the police at that time were incompetent - as most of them are." The clown laughs.
"Her parents began to notice and tried to warn Damien, but Amara was always one step ahead. After killing them, Zalgo appeared. He was enraged yet hurt. It was a sight to see. He offered his deal one last time, but she refused. Not only because of Damien -"
"She was pregnant with you - ahahahaha!" The clown laughs, resting against the wall near the door.
"That's when Zalgo cursed her life. None of us took it seriously. It's not like we could've done anything."
"Yeah. After you were born, little miss psycho cut all ties with us. They quickly married a year after having you."
"But...but my dad's family...how was she -"
"Like we said before, your mother was a smooth talking manipulator- so she put those skills to work for the betterment of him. She slowly but surely pulled him out of his families control, and under hers- he just didn't know it. Oh, was it entertaining to see!" LJ snickers.
"Then they took off, moved away to pursue their careers. That's when we saw her on TV. Zalgo's threat was bothering me, but after seeing how well she was- we accepted the fact she cut us off." BEN smiles sadly but then frowns. "......but then -"
"That day on the news truly hurt us two. We knew then that Zalgo was a bigger threat than we thought, so we signed our souls away to the faceless man!" Laugh Jack sighs heavily.
"It was to get revenge someday. At least on my end. After today, I know Zalgo had a play in destroying your families business - making them kill your parents. He set everything in motion... right under our noses." BEN grumbles, fist clenched and head lowered in shame.
This....was too much to take in. Eboni remembers her mother never mentioning her past whenever the young child tried to mention it. Those were the only times Amara would snap at her daughter, quickly apologizing afterward. Eboni never held it against her, figuring she had a tough start to life since she had no family.
But now....now it's making sense. Maybe Amara spared Tiffany since killing her would mean losing Damien yet somehow convinced the woman that she is what's best for Damien with results to prove it. Eboni won't blame Tiffany for never telling the truth, though she wishes she told her. Nevertheless, she still got the truth - the full truth.
"So....you had to have known who I was, or at least thought I resembled her."
"Oh, I knew the moment I saw you! It's almost a splitting image! Your fire, that fighting spirit - just like your mother's. Though this submission....I'm baffled by it." Laughing Jack hums, staring at Eboni.
"Why are you shocked? She got that side from Damian! You remember what Amara told us. She was the leader in the bedroom." BEN chuckles, making Jeff laugh.
"No fucking way!" He laughs, shaking his head. "Now that makes a lot of sense."
The laughter dies down when everyone notices Eboni's hollow demeanor. BEN clears his throat, looking at Eboni. "I found out on Thanksgiving - when you said she was your mom....Look Eboni, I'm sorry. I should've told you then, but -"
"I wasn't mentally strong enough to handle this... information."
"But when you were! I should've told you... I'm sorry I didn't take Zalgo's threat seriously. I'm sorry I couldn't save your parents... I'm sorry I-"
"BEN... BEN, I get it. It's okay. You two said so yourself, Zalgo wasn't thought of as a threat."
"But he is now. A big one at that. He cursed your life, Eboni! You have to be careful or -"
"Like hell a damn 'wanna be satan' is gonna take my girl away from me!" Jeff shouts, already out of bed and moving onto Eboni's.
Laughing Jack comes over, taking a sleeping Sally out of Eboni's arms. "Oh please boy, he'll eat you up alive!" The clown laughs.
"No the fuck he-"
"He could. He would." Eboni snuggles close to Jeff, looking at him.
"You're doubting me, Princess?" Jeff huffs in mock defensiveness.
"No daddy...We just can't go in knives drawn. Not without a plan."
"Hold on, Eboni, are you serious about trying to kill him!? Slenderman hasn't even come close to doing so! What makes you think you -"
"I know I can't. None of us can. Not without a bit more info on Zalgo." Eboni tries to explain.
"And how do you suppose we gather said information?" The clown questions, still smiling.
"Zalgo has two daughters, remember? Slenderman views them as enemies, but I'm sure they're just as eager to get rid of their father as we are."
Jeff frowns, gripping Eboni's waste tightly. He didn't like the thought of those two interacting again, no matter the reason. She senses the disdain, looking up at Jeff with a sly grin- pecking his lips.
"This is only for revenge. You're all that matters to me. Anyone who gets in the way of that will get gutted."
Jeff groans, feeling himself get hard. "Fuuuuck, don't talk like that or -"
"Or what?" Eboni edges on, positioning herself in between his legs.
"Or I'll-"
"There is a child present. You animals." Laughing Jack gasp dramatically in a joking manner.
"Yeah...so are we -" BEN said, pointing at himself and Eyeless Jack.
Jeff sighs heavily, "then fucking get out! I'm tired anyway.." he grumbles.
The three roll their eyes, leaving the medical room one by one. Eboni moves from between his legs, moving to rest on her side. Jeff lowers himself down, trying to position his legs in a comfortable spot. The girl notices, reaching for pillows that were on his bed. She fluffs them, gently placing them under the spots he was shot at.
The smiling killer sighs in relief, gently pulling her down onto his chest. "Thanks, princess."
"Anything for Daddy..." she whispers, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
"Now go to sleep. Got a feeling tomorrow is gonna be another long one." The killer sighs annoyingly.
Eboni giggles, closing her eyes. "Yes, Jeff."
This day now sets a new path, a new beginning for Eboni Brown - with a new goal. Ending Zalgo.
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Parents in BMF
Sooo, Be My Favorite has been hitting too close to my heart since ep 1. But this ep topped it off ahaha I did not sign up for this where's the cutesy show I can watch without feeling anything
There's already been a lot of (frankly wonderful) discussions about it, but this stuff hits close to home so I had to write a bit, too. Prior warnings for (mostly) personal thoughts, disorderly ramblings, and discussions of homophobia.
About Kawi
We start off the series with saving Kawi's family as one of the goals. But what is 'family' to Kawi? Kawi gives us a lot of info about his background - He is poor (one of his main insecurities that plays into his sense of self), his mother has remarried and moved away, and his father is mortally ill.
From Kawi's words, it's clear that he is not at all close to his mother. So, he probably did not have a mother figure growing up. Did he even have a feminine figure he was close to throughout his childhood and adolescence? A playmate, a neighbour, an aunt? (Not really, I think)
Is that why he values his 'crush' so much?
A woman showed him kindness and interest for perhaps a very, very long time, in a foreign setting where he feels vulnerable, and he latched to it. Can't blame him for that. But that brings up an interesting possibility—The feelings Kawi has for Pear, are they of an inherently romantic nature? Or are they of some other kind, but which Kawi chooses to label as romantic, because he has little to no experience with female affection whatsoever?
Anyway, I was supposed to talk about Kawi's dad and got derailed.
So, Kawi's father.
Someone who loves Kawi a lot, as evident from his unwillingness to touch the fixed deposit he has because it is saved for Kawi's future. He refuses to get expensive treatment that is crucial for him to live him because he does not want to land Kawi in debt. (He also refused to talk about his disease in the initial eps, perhaps because he does not want his son to worry about him and affect his studies.)
So, Kawi at least had a positive father figure in his life. (who evetually becomes the reason why Kawi starts chasing his dreams!! Woot to healthy fathers in bls and in reality!)
But, it also makes me wonder, would Kawi's father accept the fact of him being a part of the queer community? Since BMF is a bl show, the answer is perhaps yes. (Though BMF is giving so many surprises each week I feel that this may just be hmmm... not true... hm... deep in delulu) But if this was in the real world, would he, an aged asian person with perhaps negligible knowledge about the queer community, learns that his so-far-straight son has suddenly 'turned gay' (using this term cause this is what I've heard ppl use irl when talking about their kids coming out...), be ok with it? Would he accept Kawi?
(I REALLY really wanna see Kawi coming out to his dad. LIke. Give it to meeee gmmtv.)
About Pisaeng
Contrasting Kawi's openness about his family (despite his insecurities about it), we have Pisaeng, who gives us no info about his family.
In all the prev eps, we got little mention of Pisaeng's family. And when we did, it was from Pear, saying that Pisaeng had a lonely childhood with no friends other than her and Not. (Which struck me as weird, cause Pisaeng, with his friendliness, ought to have many. making assumption about extroverts...i'm sorry. Ofc, we later learn the reason for this.)
Anyway, Pisaeng *does not* bring his family up, ever. He refuses to talk of the past. What could have happened back then?
In ep 6, finally, we get an idea.
It's Max, dearest Tired Queer who never fails us, who brings it up (the irony!)
But, even faced with the direct question, Pisaeng clams up and refuses to talk. (At this point I didn't realize what was happening it, just thought we were hating on politicians like we always ought to. And that Pisaeng's last name is very common in Thailand.)
And this wannabe politician lady is liberal enough on the media to have an out and proud queer person like Max follow her because he likes "what she says."
I need a breather cause this is so close to reality that it's nauseating
We later know that liberal politician lady is Pisaeng's mum. And all her liberal thoughts are just for the show. She employs people who are from the queer community but then uses them to spy on her son. (another breather needed asap)
Now, I wouldn't have realized this part if @bengiyo hadn't pointed this out in their post about how Pisaeng has been forced into the closet by his *liberal queer-supportive* mother, who also insists on controlling his life, his sexuality, and even his friends. Look at @jjsanguine's post on Pisaeng's mother and her view of frivolous friendships! It's soo... TwT. There *are* parents who insist their children don't make friends cause according to them the wrong sort of friends will get them into trouble in their future life (aka employment/career. Frick society and its- everything, actually.)
As much as I hate her for her horrible parenting, for her blatant lies about acceptability, and for using queers to hunt down their own community, and for being a politician (there's smt inherently wrong with ppl in politics, smt or the other, you can't convince me otherwise), I can't help but marvel how real her character is. Cause yeah, this stuff happens every day. I've seen others experience it, and I've experienced it myself.
That said, I can also see *where* Pisaeng's mum is coming from. (His name is so long I wanna call him Saeng but we got soo many Saeng's in bls recently ueue). As in the thought that drives their behaviour.
I think Pisaeng's mother operates on this—It's ok as long as it's not one of ours aka queerness in fine, as long as it's other people, as long as it does not affect our children.
I dunno about Thailand, but in my part of Asia, this is the often the *most* acceptability queers get. This, or outright homophobia. (breaths.)
Parents (ie the 'cool' ones) are ok with lgbt+ as long as their kids don't come out one day, or heavens forbid, bring a partner home. I do believe there are some parents who accept lgbt freely, but like, in my 19 yrs of experience, none of the parents (the ones who were ok enough to hold such a talk with in the first place) were. I hope some parents out there are more accepting :')
If you belong to a particularly liberal upper/upper middle class family, and you show your parent an lgbt ad, talk about the latest legislature that decriminalized homosexual relationships, or the ongoing court case about legalizing same sex marriage, they'll be ok with that. They'll nod their head and say 'progress'. (Though a lot more parents would beat you/inflict other kinds of abuse on you. Also honour killing.)
But heaven forbid their child becomes a part of that community. Then, there are talks of soothsayers, 'treatments', "it's just a phase", cutting off the child's friends and their access to phone cause they've been "badly influenced".
At the end, if the person still insists on being a part of queer community, the parents will force them to hide it. Not to tell anyone about it, to go back to the closet. Which is exactly what happened with Pisaeng. Only, Pisaeng's mother makes it worse (should there be a difference in levels of homophobia?) by using this pseudo acceptance for profit.
Their worry? The person's future. Their career, jobs, social standing. Because yes, even with legislatures, being queer can hamper one's access to education, health, and job opportunities, among many many other things. (To say nothing about the recent rise in hate crimes in my country...)
Often, this behaviour comes from parental love (a very twisted love that is), because most parents do not want their children to suffer, which they inevitably would if they lived their queer lives openly in the current social conditions.
But it also comes from prejudice, hate, and as urge to control. In many cases, parents refuse to accept their children have grown up, and are in a place to make their own decisions. Instead, they try to dictate every thought and every behaviour, including the choice of marital partners. (Ik arranged marriage au is often a thing of joke in the bl circle but, it's so real, guys. It happens way too often and tho it's mostly not a coercive thing... it sometimes is).
Also, surveillance. Parents often pry on phones, it's uncomfortably common place. I know a (not lgbt) friend whose parent had hired a private detective to spy on them cause they were afraid said friend would go into bars and get into drugs after entering uni.
So yeah. It's a circus. It'd be a funny one if this wasn't real life. >.>
So anyway anyway, Pisaeng's mother and her words made me think a lot sooo... I thought-dumped!
When I started watching BMF I thought it'd be a funny little show that would help me relax after a hectic week. Who knew it'd make me write so much about so many things. (I also blame Tumblr.)
This got wayy too personal at the end so like, congrats if you read till here. I kudos your patience for reading my disorganized mess of thoughts. Have a cookie/cupcake/chicken fritters(they are so! good!)/other food of your choice and I hope your weekend goes reallyy well!
ALso I hope Pisaeng's mother gets her just desserts. Even if she accepts him in the end, her past behaviour is horrible. And who knows if she won't use her financial and political power to harm the queer society later? People in power always under suspicion tbh
Also I just realized we have got nothing about Pisaeng's father...
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The Key to Your Heart (Part 18 of 18)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader
Chapter word count: 1.3 K
Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...
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Chasing Nightmares Away
“Oh my God, he's sucking.” You exclaim with relief.
William finally came into your arms yesterday, after five hours in agony. Banner said it wasn't even that much, but it felt like forever. And it got a while for him to latch. But it finally happened, and it looks like he's fine, finally being fed. “Look! He's sucking.”
Bucky immediately comes to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, looking at the baby. You're already back in your room, comfortable in your bed. You moved into Bucky's room, and William got yours until the new apartment area on the East side of the compound is ready. “Hey, little fella. You're finally filling up your belly.” Bucky says, caressing William's cheek. “He's beautiful.”
“He is.” Smiling, you lie your head on his shoulder. “I can't believe he's here with us.” The baby in your arms is so small, and you hold him like he's as fragile as glass. “So tiny.”
“Very tiny, yes.” He chuckles, holding you close. “This is unbelievable. I'm a father.”
“He's going to say ‘mommy’ first.” Quickly, you add, ignoring the eye roll you get.
“No way, doll.”
“Oh, you'll see.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Definitely.” You agree, shaking his hand. “I–”
“How's the new mommy and daddy?” Natasha comes in suddenly, with Wanda right behind her. They don't knock anymore, they're too excited to remember to.
“The boys want to come in but I see you're in a delicate position over there,” Wanda says, walking closer and looking down at the baby.
“Oh, he latched,” Nat says, opening the door a little. “Boys, he latched.”
Her voice is followed by some yells and ‘congratulations’. Well, it's not like you can have much privacy when you brought the first baby into the Avengers family. But you actually like it. Your baby will have a lot of superheroes to look after him and teach him to be a noble, righteous person.
“Shhh,” Wanda says as Nat closes the door. “How are you feeling?”
“Relieved.” You breathe out, smiling at them. “He's beautiful. Isn't he?”
“Not thanks to the father,” Nat says with a mean smile at Bucky. “Do you think he'll have your powers?”
“I didn't stop to think about it.”
“It's in your genes. He might get it.” Bucky says, placing a kiss on your head.
“Aunt Wanda will love to teach him.”
“He will be a badass,” Nat adds.
“Of course, he will. Did you ever see his father fighting?” Looking at the baby, you bounce him a little, very delicately, to have a better grip. “He will be the strongest Avenger, won't he?”
William moves his hand, eyes closed, and Bucky gives him his finger, which he holds. “He's strong.”
“Super soldier genes.” You tease him, smirking. William slowly stops sucking, falling asleep. “He's down.” Fixing your clothes, you jerk your chin to the door. “Let the boys come in or they might die.”
Wanda nods, and when the door is opened, the room gets crowded. You can't help but smile as they bend over a little to see the baby. Not that they didn't see him before, right after he was born, but everyone is excited about William. The kid will have a lot of uncles and aunts. And, since you don't have any siblings by blood, it makes you very happy.
You let Steve pick William up, rocking him from side to side, and some of the attention drifts to you. “They're going to spoil him so bad.”
“Oh, that they will. I'm sure they–” Bucky is suddenly cut off by your phone's alarm. “Shit.”
“Hey. It was an agreement. And it's fair for everyone involved.” You tell him, turning the alarm off. When you got back home, after a dozen of exams to make sure both you and the baby were alright, you had to sit with Bucky, and then the Soldier, to talk. And after a couple of hours, the three of you came up with an agreement.
Each one of them will stay for exactly a week. Every Sunday at noon, they switch. They weren't 100% happy with it, but this way both get always the same time with you and the baby. And right now, Bucky's time is over.
“I love you.” You say, pulling him close to kiss him. “See you in a week.”
“I love you, doll.”
And then, he closes his eyes, breathes in, and, as simple as that, when he opens his eyes again, it's the Soldier. “Hey, you.”
“Hello, angel.” Another kiss, and a hand caressing your cheek. “Why are there so many people here?”
“William latched. And well, we have a big family. Let them have their turn putting him to sleep.” Keeping your voice soft, you hold his hand. The Soldier is still learning, but as Tony likes to put it, you tamed him. But you don't like that word. What you did, nobody knows how, was make him fall in love with you. And love, far stronger than everything, made him overcome his past. The Soldier is learning to put everything aside, learning to love your family through you.
“Good.” He says, nodding. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Spent the whole night up trying to make him latch.” Closing your eyes, you lie your head on his chest.
“Get out, she wants to sleep.” The Soldier says, and you open your eyes again, chuckling.
“Well, someone needs to blurp him. And then put him in his crib and well, guys, I do need to get some sleep.” You say with an apologetic look.
“I'll do it,” Nat says, taking the baby from Sam.
“I can't wait to play with him.” He says, smiling at the baby. “When will he start to walk?”
“And talk?” Thor adds, standing behind Nat and waving at William.
“Oh, God.” Giggling, you cover your mouth when a yawl comes. “It'll take a while, sorry.”
“Let's go, baby? Mommy needs to rest.” Nat says, walking out. “The rest of you too.”
It doesn't take much until you're left alone, eyes closed again as the Soldier moves you into a lying position. “I want more.” He suddenly says, and you furrow your eyebrows. “Maybe two more.”
“Who would've thought?” You smile, sighing. “I made a father out of the Winter Soldier.”
“A father, a husband.” He says, caressing your back. “You made me someone better. Chased away from the nightmares, cured me.”
“I don't know how but... I'm happy I helped you.”
“Me too, angel. Now rest up, you had a lot of work lately. I'll be here when you wake up.”
“Mhmm... I love you.” You mutter, a hand on his chest as you take him his warmth.
“I love you, angel.”
Your dreams are filled with what you expect from the future. Babies running around through the compound, laughing, playing. You do want more kids, a couple more at least. And you can't wait for whatever the future holds, because, with Bucky, the Soldier, your baby, and your huge, crazy family, it'll be good. There won't be any obstacles you won't be able to overcome with them by your side.
You need to thank Steve. If it wasn't for him, you'd never join the Avengers, and you wouldn't be here right now, sleeping in the arms of the love of your life, with your son only a few feet away. He's the best brother you could ever have, and for everything that happened ever since you came here, you'll forever be thankful to him.
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