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His Home | Adam Fantilli

summary: it’s Adam’s birthday and his debut in the NHL, little does he know you’re there watching

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving), swearing.

word count: 3.07k

authors note: welcome back to what I like to call, kei told me not to behave (soft edition?). I’m kidding (sorta) this is a really different to what I usually write because it had a bit of angst in it? The first bit of regular italics are from the Adam birthday video that the bluejackets did and the second is a regular flashback!

It was the clip Adam loved rewatching the most.

You were sat in your dorm in his hoodie and his hat (a detail that only he would pick up on) as you smiled “hey baby!” You smiled as you looked at your phone “now I’ve tried redoing this like eight times now.” You confessed letting out a little laugh.

The picture of Adam on draft night that you had taken after you two snuck out to Dairy Queen stared back at you “I keep on crying and you really don’t need to see me get all snotty again.” You shook your head as the pile of tissues on your bed was beginning to build.

Adam couldn’t help but stare at you in awe as you nervously thought about what it was that you wanted to say “point is I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” You two started dating in October of freshman year and you swore you’d kill him before he broke up with you with before trying long distance “I miss you and I love you.” You confessed wiping your cheek as another tear fell.

As you sucked at your cheek smiling unaware that Adam was doing the same thing “you’re gonna smash it tonight, so happy birthday and play your little heart out there.”

You brought your fingers up to your lips “I’m so proud of you my star.” The video ended as your kissed fingers pressed against the camera ending the video like you did all of your FaceTime calls that you had with him.

Honestly Adam was surprised that he wasn’t sick of that video anymore with the amount of times that he had replayed it “sorry she can’t be here tonight.” Kent knew how upset Adam was that you were unable to make it to his first game.

What was the actual twist of the knife was that you hadn’t responded to anything on all platforms and went as far as to turn your locations off on everything “I just don’t remember making her mad.” Adam sighed as he frowned looking at his lock screen that was a picture of you two in front of the yost one evening.

You were in your Fantilli jersey and he had his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your head “she’s probably just stressed with that class you said she was taking.” Kent shrugged trying to keep a straight face.

The whole team had come together to plan this. The only thing that could possibly be making you stressed right now was the fact that you were trying to not get caught in Columbus.

Yes, the boys convinced you to change around some things as they felt like you being there was the birthday and debut gift that money truly couldn’t buy “I guess you’re right.”

Thankfully for you, Adam never noticed that you were there as you sat far away from his parents and family.

The game ended in a win and Adam was even able to get some points on the board so it was safe to say that you were all excited about more than just the win.

Wanting to give him some time with his family you stayed hidden for a bit mainly getting to know more of his teammates “you know he’s clueless about this right?” Kent smiled as he saw the excited look on your face.

Adam knew it probably sounded terrible but as he listened to his dad’s opinions about the game he couldn’t help it as his eyes wondered off to find you.

His brain hoped that by some divine act you were actually there.

And that was when he saw you.

Well not you, actually the top of your head “shut up!” Adam let out a gasp causing you to turn around in his direction.

Both of you had grins on your faces and tears forming in your eyes “w-what are you doing here?” He asked quickly pushing past people to making sure that he wasn’t dreaming.

As your flowery perfume pushed into his nostrils he knew that you were really there “couldn’t not be here tonight.” You mumbled holding your arms out as he pulled you into a hug.

Usually you would have groaned at how sweaty he was but today you just loved feeling him against you “happy birthday my love.” You smiled looking up at him before you placed a kiss on the hockey players lips “how long are you here for?” The hockey player wanted you there for as long as possible “fly out on Sunday my love.” So that basically meant that you had three whole days with him as well as another game to watch.

At this point the cameras had turned away wanting to give you and Adam the moment in private or at least as private as it could be for being stood out in the open “go get showered and then we can all catch up.” Julia proposed looking at her son as she wrapped her arm around you.

You had gotten to know his parents over the summer and nothing made them happier than seeing the smile on their sons face whenever he looked at you.

So you knew that you were going to sound bad when you thought about this because as fun as it was getting to catch up with Adam’s family and watch him smile as he interacted with his parents.

What you truly wanted was to be with him on the couch talking like you used to.

The Michigan air was cold around Ann Arbor but that wasn’t something you and Adam were complaining about.

No instead you two were comfortably on the couch in your dorm as your roommate was in a class “what are you thinking about?” Adam smiled as he realised that you were staring at him.

His thumb massaged your hip as his baggy basketball shorts left the area of your skin exposed “I’m gonna miss these moments with you.” You confessed as you two loved being on top of each other on the tiny two seater couch.

Before a frown could form on your lips as the thought of the draft came along Adam brought his face closer to yours “the draft is a long way away baby.” The hockey player cooed “so for now let’s enjoy this.” He added pressing his lips against yours.

So as the Uber let you two out at the door of Adam’s apartment building you couldn’t help but smile as you grew excited “are you guys sure you don’t want to come up for a bit?” Adam looked at his family members in the car as he wrapped his hand around you “you two should go have fun.” Julia clearly didn’t mean it in the way that flashed through your mind but it still made you smile as you send her a nod.

You two watched the car drive off before you turned to make your way into the building “can’t believe that you’re truly here.” Adam mumbled pressing a kiss onto your head as he took in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

His hand slid lower now resting on your ass that he gave a squeeze “Adam!”

You squealed jumping as you walked into the elevator.

That resulted in a laugh from the boy who quickly joined you before the doors shut “you can’t blame me for missing you.” His words were true as he locked his hands on either side of you “thought about you all day.” Adam confessed hovering his lips over yours.

A smile formed on your face “I did too,” as you leaned up to kiss him the doors opened causing an awkward meeting for you two with an elderly couple “I’m gonna need to you walk in front of me.” The hockey player‘s whisper sent shivers down your spine as you looked down to see that he was hard.

Trying to keep the giggle from leaving your lips you nodded adjusting yourself so that you could walk in front of Adam who now had one hand on your waist and the other carrying your bag “have a good night.” You sent the couple a smile as the boy forced you out of there as quickly as he could.

You looked to Adam with a teasing look on your face “you got a little problem?” You joked seeing that nobody was in the hallway.

Adam scoffed as he shook his head “not only is this your fault but it also isn’t little.” The boy corrected you as he stopped in front of his door “let me get your keys.” You smirked dropping your hand into his pocket.

If he could tell what you were trying to do then Adam was being a good sport for putting up with it “those aren’t my keys.” He warned as you palmed his dick between the fabric of his pocket and his boxers “I know.” You pressed a kiss against his ear before you pulled his keys out quickly unlocking the door to his apartment.

There was a spilt second before Adam practically pushed you both into the apartment “someone’s needy.” You teased watching as he dropped your bag pressing the door shut with his hand before he made a beeline for you “I know.” Adam repeated your words as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Giving you a small moment to bring your hands to his neck before he kissed you. You two finally had that moment you had longed for where he could kiss you properly.

His tongue fought with yours as there was no longer the need to behave as someone was watching “fuck,” you moaned feeling his hands cup your ass “jump baby.” Adam didn’t need to tell you for a second time as your legs locked around his waist.

The walk to his room was short, not that either of you truly would have cared because you two were just enjoying the feeling of each others lips “god I’ve missed this.” The hockey player cooed dropping your body onto his bed.

You smiled up at him as he joined you on his bed still wanting to soak in the taste of your lips.

Sure it was etched into his brain but that didn’t mean that Adam wasn’t feeling this sense of being high each time he got to feel your lips against his skin “Adam,” you whined as his hands ran over your waist.

His smile was clear as he pecked your lips one final time “I wanna taste you baby.” Adam shook his head as your hand brushed over his cock.

You tried to protest “it’s your birthday,” you pointed out as you simply wanted to make him feel good “and all I want to do is taste that pretty cunt of yours.” Adam shot back as he shifted down his bed.

Adam hooked his fingers in the waist band of your pants “you look so fucking good today.” The hockey player gushed as he was met with the sight of your lace panties “you knew you were gonna get fucked tonight didn’t you?” The Canadian smirked as he let your panties slide down your legs.

Your head bobbed as you nodded “please A,” you pleaded grabbing at his sheets as Adams breath fanned your cunt.

To say that you were soaked was an understatement as even in his dimly lit room Adam could still see the way that your pussy glistened “gonna make you feel so fucking good tonight.” The hockey players voice was shaky before his tongue ran up your slit settling on your clit.

It was like he was starving at the way he locked his hands around your thighs “shit Adam!” You cried bringing your hand down to his hair gripping onto his locks.

His eyes caught yours as you drove your hips into his face desperate to get off in that very moment.

His tongue swirled around your sensitive nub as he brought his fingers to your soaked cunt “god I’ve missed this,” the vibrations of his laugh sent shivers up your spine as your body shook.

Sure phone sex was a thing but this was a whole new level.

After weeks of not being able to get off through phone sex as your fingers and the sound of Adam’s voice could only do so much.

You were now getting exactly what you wanted “I’m gonna come,” you groaned scrunching your face as your body shook.

Adam nodded as you clenched around his fingers “let go baby.” He smiled lapping up your release as he was reminded how much he missed this.

But just like usual Adam didn’t slow down his movements as you rode his face through your orgasm “n-no A,” you shook your head trying to bring your body up and off of the bed.

His smirk was clear as he continued sucking you clit “baby,” you whined literally pulling his head up as you kissed his lips.

Tasting your release on his tongue made you squirm “you taste so sweet.” Adam groaned as your cunt rubbed against his clothed dick “baby I’m gonna come and I gotta do it in you.” He grunted as you nodded.

It took him seconds to undo his pants as you pulled his jersey over your head leaving you in your bra “god you’re gorgeous.” The hockey player smiled as he grabbed the condom from his wallet.

After you two were caught up after a big game with no condom Adam now had one that lived in his wallet for whenever you two would need it.

Before Adam could rip the wrapper open you had your hands capturing it so that you could wrap it around his cock “don’t tease me baby.” The hockey player warned bringing his hand to your head as you kitten licked the tip of his cock.

His precum oozed out of his swollen tip as you looked up at him with a smile “giving you everything you want tonight.” You mumbled pushing the condom over his cock as you kissed his lips swallowing his moan in the process.

Slowly Adam’s knees sink into the mattress as he comes down to your level “I just want you tonight.” His confession made your heart burst with love and pride “you have me Adam.” You nodded watching as he pressed his hands against your shoulders softly pushing you against the mattress.

Adam let his lips start at yours showing you an immense amount of love before he moved them to your cheek then to your jaw.

His journey slowly continued to your neck “A-Adam!” Your voice shook as your eyes screwed shut.

It made him smile as he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts “I want to take my time with you.” The hockey player cooed rubbing his fingers in your hips as he kissed your stomach “Adam please.” The desperation in your voice made him smile as he stopped.

The boy moved up to the point where his head stood just above yours “I love you baby.” Adam mumbled pressing his forehead against yours as his free hand drove his cock over your clit before he let it slide into your cunt.

You both gasped as the familiar feeling came over you both “this cunt feels like it did just back then.” Adam let out a grunt as you nodded “please move.” You begged making him smile.

He listened to you beginning to slowly bring his hips away from you before he brought them back to yours “you feel so good.” The Canadian cooed as you lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was on instinct.

Like usual he was always so vocal “don’t stop,” you pleaded leaning forward to kiss his lips.

Adam almost collapsed at your neediness “god you’re out of this world.” Your cunt clenched around his cock at those words.

The moment was soft, it seemed that you two weren’t interested in having hot and steamy sex tonight. Not when you had missed the simple sheer contact that you two were having now “so full.” You blurted out as you swore that his cock had grown as it hit parts of you had it had never seen.

The hockey player didn’t think that he was going to last long as you continued to drive your hips against his “I love you.” You cried as his hand found its way between your bodies landing on your clit “this cunt was made for me.” Adam groaned as you nodded “all for you.” You agreed as you kissed him.

It was needy as Adam’s thrusts grew staggered at the way you clenched around his cock “I’m not gonna last,” Adam confessed as he shook his head “me neither,” you cried as the pressure on your clit increased.

It made your eyes shut as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap “love those noises.” The hockey player felt his head drop against your shoulder.

The sound of your whimpers hit the walls making Adam sure that he was going to get an awkward knock on the door tomorrow from his neighbour “right there oh-” your voice broke as pleasure pulsed through your body.

It made you shake against him as your hands locked in his hair “so so good,” you groaned gasping for air as white specks painted the backs of your eye lids.

Adam’s orgasm came right after yours making you both sweat as you came down from your highs “you okay?” The hockey player asked as his hands brushed your hair out of your face.”

You nodded with a smile “yep.” You watched him throw the condom away in the trash can next to his bed before you made grabby hands wanting him to come back to you “I want a cuddle.” Your confession made him laugh.

Of course Adam listened as he held his hands out to you “happy birthday baby.” You mumbled as you lay your head against his chest.

The boy smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair “thanks for making my birthday one to remember.” He cooed enjoying how this felt.

With you in his arms he knew that one thing was sure.

Home for Adam wasn’t a tangible place, it wasn’t a rink or his childhood home.

His home was right here, you were his home.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Arranged-nine

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

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The smell of coffee was trapped in my nose as I poured two full cups before setting the pot back, a smile on my face. Thoughts of last night kept replaying in my mind and I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I woke up a bit ago.

Bucky had returned home last night sometime after midnight and let me know with a soft kiss to the forehead before retreating back into his room. When I awoke this morning, there was a note from him saying he had a meeting right away at 10 am but was free the rest of the day so we could do whatever I wanted.

The only thing I wanted to do was pick up where we left off last night before Steve interrupted.

With both mugs in hand, I quickly made my way down the long hallway towards Bucky’s office, knowing I had a few minutes before his meeting and figured he would like a warm cup of coffee to start it.

The door was open so with a soft knock, I walked in only to freeze in place at what I had seen.

There was one man who I had remembered seeing outside of the lab the other day holding open a briefcase that held 10 vials of some kind of blue liquid.

Dr. Banner, I remember Bucky and Steve calling him that.

There was another man, darker skin than the rest, and he stood behind Banner with a hand ghosting over the gun on his hip.

Steve and Bucky were standing across from the two men, them each holding a vial of the liquid. When I walked into the room, both of their eyes landed onto me. Anger filled Bucky’s eyes and he hurriedly placed the vial back into the briefcase before slamming it shut.

His jaw glanced while lips snarled in anger, eyes cutting deep into me.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Bucky asked.

I held up the cups of coffee before setting them down on his desk. “I thought you would want some before your meeting. Clearly it started earlier than you said.”

Bucky gripped my elbow and led me into the hallway, spewing curses falling from his lips.

“Did you even bother to check the door?” He snapped.

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and placed my weight onto my left foot. “Yes, it was wide open and I even knocked before coming in.”

“Go upstairs, I’ll talk to you later.”

I sliced my eyes into him. “Are you going to tell me what I just walked into?”

Bucky grasped my wrist and began leading me towards the stairs which only made me more furious and this time, I yanked myself free while pushing him back slightly.

“Don’t you put your hands on me again!” I pointed a finger at him.

He ran a hand over his face. “Y/N, I’m not saying it again. Go upstairs. NOW!”

I jumped slightly at the sudden change in his voice but didn’t let it phase me.

“Is it drugs? Is that what this whole secrecy is because you’re selling or buying drugs?” I questioned with my arms over my chest. “Was your guy going to shoot the doctor after he gave you those vials? Got what you wanted so now you don’t need him anymore?”

“It’s none of your business,” Bucky began.

“The hell it isn't!” I snapped, my voice without a doubt being heard by the men in his office. “You brought me into this mess the second we signed the papers!”

It had only been a few days but I was already sick of the lies and secrets, I needed Bucky to tell me the truth on what he’s into. I was his wife now.

“Why did you even sign them?!” Bucky wondered, hands on his hips. “You hesitated signing them.”

“Oh my god,” I pinched my eyes shut, a sudden headache rattling my brain. “It was nothing, Bucky; nerves.”

“Bullshit! Why did you hesitate?” Bucky drilled the question again.

“Because I don’t want this!” I screamed. “I wanted to marry someone I love, someone that I can see having a family with. Someone that doesn’t hide shit from me. And someone that doesn’t fucking kill people for a living!”

Bucky’s eyes flashed with hatred at my words. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I scoffed while standing on my toes. “I thought that after last night we were finally in a good place. I was starting to feel something for you. How fucking wrong I was.”

He sliced his eyes into me. “What kind of woman needs her parents to set her up in a marriage? How pathetic. I’m starting to think I should have found the first broad I found in the city and married her. At least she would give me what I want.”

My heart shattered, falling into the depths of my stomach and I could feel the corner of my eyes well up. But I refused to let him know that his words cut deep. The Bucky from last night was nowhere in sight. This one was meaner and I suddenly wanted nothing to do with this one.

“Go fuck yourself, Bucky. We might be married now but that doesnt mean I have to be seen with you,” I seethed.

With another shake of my head, I left him to go back to whatever he had been doin prior in his office; tears falling freely over my cheeks.

Silence.

That's all that was heard throughout the large home for the last couple of days, me being the only one here. After our huge fight, Bucky left for a business trip, Barb’s words. She was here the first day he left but I told her she didn’t need to stay for me and gave her the rest of the week off.

Something she was grateful for.

Steve had to go with Bucky, meaning that if I were to go out it would be on my own without any protection. Which really didn’t matter to me because I ended up being held up in my room. He had sent me a text earlier today to let me know that he would be arriving back home tonight. I didn’t even bother to reply.

There were some hurtful things hurled by the both of us and it wasn’t something I was going to sweep under the rug. I would be willing to apologize, only if he was as well.

My phone began to buzz on my table and I answered it with a groan, not bothering to check who was calling.

“Well hello to you too, dear. Rough day?”

I sat up in bed more and sighed. “Hi mom. Sorry, I was asleep.”

“Oh sorry for waking you. I just wanted to check in and see how marriage life is going?”

“Great,” I lied, not bothering to tell her about the fight. I didn’t want her to think things weren’t great.

Even if they weren’t.

“Good! Your father and I knew Bucky was the right choice for you, you two complement each other so well.”

I shook my head. “Mom, do you even know who he is?”

“He owns the laboratory in town. All the papers say he’s been finding the next cure for some kind of sickness, ya know? He’s such a good man, Y/N.”

“Look, I’m tired and don’t really feel like talking right now. Can I call you later?” I asked.

“Sweetheart, everything alright? Because if it’s not, you can talk to me.”

I scoffed. “No offense mom but the reason why I’m feeling like this is because you guys forced me to marry this complete stranger who you know nothing about! I barely know him and you and dad practically threw me into his arms. Did you even ask if he wanted this? Because he fucking doesnt!”

“Watch your language, Y.N! I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut while pressing a hand to my forehead. “I’m really not in the mood to deal with this shit now.”

Before I could hear my mom yell some more, I hung up the phone and tossed it into the drawer of the table next to me. The last thing I wanted at this moment was to deal with her disappointment in the fact that I wasn’t giving this marriage a try.

I went back to the book that I had almost forgotten I was reading before the phone call and let the rest of the night pass with no other issues, that was until Bucky returned home. With my open door, I heard Bucky ascend the stairs, letting out a deep breath once he reached the top. I peaked over the top of my book and looked out into the hallway where Bucky stood with his hands deep into his pockets, tired eyes staring at me.

Even if I was upset with him, he still looked breathtaking in his black sweats with a matching sweater. His usual combed back hair was a mess, strands falling all into his face due to the traveling. His whole aura screamed ‘cuddle with me’ but I needed to hold my composure; I wouldn’t fold first.

My eyes returned back to my book and I heard Bucky let out another deep sigh before he disappeared into his room, the door slamming behind him.

Some time had passed and my eyelids became heavy, sleep slowly overtaking my body and I set the book down, ready to close my eyes and forget about the last week. My phone, however, began ringing non stop in the drawer next to me. I ignored it, thinking it was my mom again, but when it rang for a third time, I knew that it had to have been something more important.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi, is this Mrs. Barnes?”

My heart flipped. It had been the first time I heard myself being called that.

“Uh, yeah. Who is this?”

“This is Detective Roth with the NYPD. We’re calling on behalf of your parents.”

I sat up in bed with a quick start. “Are they alright?”

“No, I’m sorry. They’re bodies were found in their homes just a few minutes ago. We believed that they were murdered.”

The detective's voice had become white noise as my brain began processing the new information.

My parents were dead?

Murdered?

In their own home?

I then remembered the phone call I had with my mom just an hour ago and I let out a strangled sob, realizing that was our last conversation. My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath before the tears began to fall, droplets falling onto the blanket and a loud sob choked its way out of my throat. Tears collected into my eyelashes, and I swatted them away.

“No!” I wailed, tossing the phone across the room. “NO!”

Sobs attacked my entire body as I writhed underneath the blanket, the pain overtaking me as I continued to scream.

“Doll?”

Bucky’s voice was muffled through my sobs and he was blurred due to the tears filling my eyes.

“What’s going on?”

Bucky was in my bed in an instant, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I grasped at hsi shirt, tears staining it immediately. I sobbed, loudly, as I tried to tell him what happened.

He hushed my cries with a kiss to my hairline and rubbed circles on my back, hoping it would calm me.

“What happened, Y/N?” Bucky asked once more.

I looked up at him, tears falling from my swollen eyes. “My parents are dead. Someone killed them.”

Sobs broke out of me again as my body writhed in his grasp and I buried my face back into Bucky’s chest. I hadn’t noticed the large scowl that came to his face as he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.

“It’s alright, doll. I’m here.” Bucky cooed into my ear.

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 3 months

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yooo is there any chance I can request parent headcanons for the safehouse crew (cod: bocw)??? been replaying the bo2 campaign and the Adler is Graves' father theory has a grip on me esp recently now that that mf is coming back

I imagine that Adler is a pretty distant parent, what with work in the CIA taking up most of his time and probably isn't able to see his kid much to begin with after the divorce, no doubt his ex wife has full custody of any of the children they had during that marriage. he's the kind of dad to buy his teenage kid expensive gifts to make up for the times he couldn't be there, usually related to something they were mildly interested in when they were like 7. And that thing is probably one of the only things he knows about them because they ranted about it to him when they were really young and naive. Russ is not as good as vocalizing his affection, but he's observant, and would zero in on any information and likes that his kid has when they express it... It's just that the usually don't with the distance between them. I think he does genuinely care about his child and still wants to show that they appreciate them, but just doesn't know how to properly connect with them on an emotional level, and usually doesn't even have the time. I don't think he'd treat his kid much differently based on their gender, he's still an emotionally-supressed mostly absentee father that his child would kind of just grow to resent as they get older. Adler is the 'he tried' dad. (I hc that Graves his kid is also the most likely to have a wild rebellious teens phase, and he'd kind of just let it happen so long as they aren't getting into any legal trouble because at that point their relationship would be so strained and he's just kinda apathetic about it. I think he's the type that would come home late to catch his kid smoking, and the only thing he'd do is ask why they started and if they know the consequences of it, then promptly asks for one and never brings it up again.)

Hudson, on the contrary, would be the perfect dad. Girl dad 100%, this man has a wife and two daughters (I think, might need to double check this one, but point still stands because I think he'd be good with girls). This man deserves a bo burnham 1985 edit. I think that he's really the type of guy who tries to squeeze in as much quality time with his family even with his work, and is the type to frequently show affection and pride for his children. Jason is completely soft for his wife and children, in contrast to how much of a no-nonsense hardass he is on the job. I am utterly convinced that this is the man who would always play along with his daughter's tea parties when he has tine and would never miss any of his son's games (he'd ask Jenny to record it for him if he's knows he's gonna be on a mission for a long time). I imagine that he really goes the extra mile to be the best role model for his kids, being both responsible and loving even with the limited presence he has because of his job. Hudson is the father figure some us needed in life ngl.

I don't think Mason would be an abusive dad contrary to what most people would take away from the one interaction we see with him and a very young David. I definitely think he'd have some major anger issues though, no doubt that trauma from The Numbers™️ and all the shit he's gone through as soldier and later CIA op would have an impact on him. He would never lay a hand on his own kid, but he's definitely shouted at them pretty frequently and has likely broken objects around them when he's angry. Much more so after his wife's death and being left as a single dad who barely has any idea what he's doing, and the only other person who can rein him in from it is Frank. I think he's more affectionate and less emotionally distant than Adler, but still just not as close as he should be to his child. He'd apologize for his outbursts and all but, being raised with traditional values from the 30s-40s, he isn't really the type to have those heartfelt talks about feelings because men are supposed to be strong and being emotional makes you weak and all that crap. Would be tougher with a son, and stricter with a daughter. Alex would become a lot more understanding and open over time when his kid grows older, and mellow out as an old man and just be proud of how they turned out despite how he was. The anger issues never really dissipates, but he learns to control it and be better for his kid for the remainder of his life. Mason is the dad you'd resent and have so much anxiety over in your teens and twenties but eventually make up with and get closure by your late thirties or so.

Woods would definitely be more of a fun uncle than a dad. More of the tough love type, but will always remind his kid that they're appreciated at the end of the day. But I also imagine he's a lot more reckless snd clumsy, specially as a first-time father. May not be perfect, has his own shortcomings in a lot of places, but he's really trying his best. I imagine that he probably tiptoed a lot when it came to raising David, trying not to yell at him too much and tried to be his anchor as much as he can after he was tricked into killing Alex (and then promptly going off on him when he shows face again after thirty years). Frank would be considerate and very vocal about his appreciation for his kid despite . Woods is the lovable old man that you'd have a lot of funny memories to look back on, and cussing you out is just his own way of saying he loves you.

I don't have as much thoughts on them but I think Park would be very overprotective, especially if she had a daughter. Would shelter her child and be very strict with them, making sure she knows how and where her kid is all the time, who her kid is with, and how safe they are. Would make her child wear a tracker watch and tell her all and any people they meet or see. Madam Shell's betrayal and her brother's death have definitely left a mark on her, and she would excessively worry about them at all times, to the point of it being suffocating and very invasive Lazar is the balance to this, more lenient and lets his kid have a right to privacy and freedom. Sure, he still worries a lot, but he has enough faith in his child to let then go off on their own when they're at an appropriate age. I also imagine that he gives the best best hugs. Sims would be somewhere in between, albeit more leaning on the stricter side.

AHHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I'M SORRY

bUuuuT

i love this idea so I'm gonna do silly little headcannons for it

How the Safehouse Crew treat their kid

Russell Adler

He's absolutely an absent dad

It's not that he does it on purpose, it's just what happens with his job

Russell tries so hard. So hard to be there, but a lot of the time he just can't because of work

If his kid does any sports, you can bet your ass that he's gonna be at any games he can

Now, that's not a lot, but still

Adler absolutely cheers the loudest anytime that his kid does anything

He'll also argue with the refs or umpires about dumb calls

Has been kicked out multiple times

Russell also buys his kid anything that they want

Christmas with him is like out of a damn movie

Presents are practically stacked to the roof and each one is more extravagant than the last

Is definitely the type of parent to dump a bunch of money on his kid for whatever they want

It's his way of making up for barely being around

Has missed his visitation days a lot

Every time he does, Adler sends money and presents as an apology

One time, his kid was staying over at his house because they got into an argument with their mom

He came home late and was met with the sight of his only child smoking cigarettes in the living room

"You know what those do to your lungs?"

The kid just stared for a second before nodding in shock

"Good. Don't be surprised when you get lung cancer. Lord knows I'm already getting close to that. Give me one."

The kid hands over the whole pack, and Adler takes one, lights it, and hands it back. "Don't tell your mother."

On the times that he actually has off and has the kid, he tries to make a whole day out of spending time together

Adler takes them to an amusement park or something, and its just plain awkward the whole time

But, by the end of the day, they're just a little closer

Mainly because they had a heart to heart on the car ride home

They even hugged!

Yay!

And then nothing changed

Boo >:(

Jason Hudson

Girl dad 100%

He's the dad that everyone needs

So supportive, no matter what

Jason does, in fact, have two girls. And, if I remember right, he loves them more than anything

This man absolutely has been caught playing princesses and knights with his daughters by his wife

His favorite thing is to sit at the tiny tables and have a tea party

Loves his kids so much

If he had a son, Hudson would teach him how to throw a football

Definitely would push him to join a sport

If he does, Hudson goes to every game

Just like Adler, he cheers the loudest

If his girls get boyfriends, you can bet your ass that he's going to let them know that he has multiple guns and absolutely knows how to use it

#WillThreatenToKillThem

Jason has to be told by his wife to leave them alone

He only does because he loves his wife so so much and he'd kill for her

Lots of physical affection

Hugs and all that good stuff

His kids definitely won't be touch starved

Is absolutely who they go to first whenever something happens and they need help/support

If he ever catches his kid doing something that they shouldn't, like smoking, he has to try really hard not to yell at them. He pretty much has to walk away to cool off before he can approach the conversation in a way that he wants to

Hudson and his kid are going to have a long talk that ends in a hug and a promise not to do it again

Overall his kids are well behaved and he's a good dad

Alex Mason

My poor boy

I love him so much, anger issues and all

Any time that he screams and breaks things in front of his kid, he calls Woods to come and pick them up so he can take care of things

He always feels horrible after he yells. Alex never wanted to hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, actually. He just doesn't know how to control his anger

Throughout the kids developmental years, he tries his best not to yell or get angry, but a lot of the time he can't stop himself in time

In comes one Frank Woods, who ends up coming over and taking the kid out for ice cream or to the park or just for a drive

He ends up being that cool uncle that the kid goes to when something happens

When he gets discharged (Honorably) from the military, Mason ends up going to therapy

And anger management classes

Only reason he does is because his kid ends up yelling back when he gets angry

And he realizes that he fucked up :(

So that helps him mellow out for his kids later years

Definitely apologizes to his kid for how they were raised

Alex won't over explain or get all mushy, but it'll come up as a simple "I'm sorry for how you were raised," and leave it at that

Will express his feelings through gifts or spending quality time with his kid

If he gets grandkids, Alex will take that as the time to make up for his kids shitty childhood

Best granddad for real

When he's older, he won't mind as much when it comes to telling his kid that he's proud of them

Lots of praise

Frank Woods

HE'S SO BABY GIRL I CAN'T

LOOK AT THIS GIF

Anyway

Definitely the type of dad to pretend that his kid is in trouble and then it turns out to be a prank

He would absolutely do it just like he did in the scene of the gif

Frank wouldn't yell at his kid, more just yell in general

He'll scream over football games, tv shows, dropping something, anything

He does not care

His kid would be used to loud noises by double digits

Woods would absolutely not know that his kid was sneaking out until Alex caught them

He doesn't particularly care, but he's a little disappointed that they didn't ask him if they could go

Instead of yelling, he would sit them down and have a serious discussion

Lots of "You could have just asked," and, "How many times have you done it?"

Basically he'd get his kid to quit because he knows it's a bad habit

I can't remember if he's a smoker or not, but if he is he would go through the process of quitting with said kid

Helen Park

She's kind of a shitty mom, ngl

Park can be good at it when she wants to, but she's got her own shit that he's going through

She can't handle a kid

In the early years, she's a little neglectful and absent

Then she does a full 180 and goes full over-protective mom mode

Trackers, constant phone calls, reassuring messages

The whole nine yards

She'll try her best to stop if her kid says something, but her anxiety is way too high to stop fully

Definitely the kind of mom to apologize through gifts

One fond memory that her kid would have of their younger years is her sneaking into their room and climbing into bed with them

She just sat there and held them, silently telling them how much she loved them

Helen thought their kid was asleep, not awake and hearing everything she was saying

Park definitely let her kid sneak into her bed when they had nightmares or got sick

She secretly loves it and is sad when they stop doing it

Okay that's all I got-

I didn't mean for this to take so long to make

#bean writes #cod cold war x reader #cod cold war #cod bocw #russell adler #russell adler x reader #helen park x reader #helen park #frank woods x reader #frank woods #alex mason x reader #alex mason #jason hudson x reader #jason hudson

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kangmoon27 · 9 months

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Love Potion | Jungkook oneshot pt2

Pairing: Witch villager Jungkook x Queen Y/n

Summary: You didn't actually fell for him. He's a witch and it's just a love potion.

First part.

You're sitting on the couch while looking at the window. Closing your eyes as you let out a heavy sigh.

As soon as you close your eyes his image immediately appears in your mind. Damn he's totally driving you insane.

The knock on the door was heard by you catching your attention, opening your eyes as you walk towards the door, opening it and let the man entered.

"What brings you here Namjoon" you asked as you watches the man made himself comfortable on the couch, walking towards him and stood up Infront of him, you cross your hands on your chest while waiting for him to speak.

"I think you've already heard the news about yours and prince Yoongi's engagement right?" The older asked leaving you sighing.

"Do I really need to marry someone like him? I can rule my kingdom on my own." You sat next to him while rubbing your forehead.

"You're woman, no matter how strong and intelligent you are, in people's perspective mans are stronger princess." You sigh after hearing your cousin's words he's right the world is unfair for the equality of man and woman.

"I don't know Namjoon, but one thing for sure. I need time to think about it." You said while looking at the window thinking when will you be able to see him again.

It's been a month since you left the palace and everything changes, you wanted to see the world but you couldn't. You're locked up here for the rest of your life and you don't know when will you ever see him again.

You took a deep breath. You close your eyes trying to fight with your inner self. You wanted to see him but it's forbidden but what's the point of being the next queen and the crown princess if they would just order you around. You have the power to order them but they don't have the power to order you around so you're using your power of your position right now. No one can stop you.

"Namjoon, I need you to cover me up" you said while the man looked at you in confused.

The man was getting ready to go to bed when someone knocked on his door. It's unusual as he lives far from the other villagers so who could it be?.

As he made his way to the door and open it his eye widened when the person Infront of his door kissed him.

You dropped your lamp and wrapped your arms around his neck. Deeping the kiss while waiting for him to kiss you back.

Soon after the man replayed to the kiss while pulling you more closer. You pushed him inside without breaking the kiss and close the door behind you using your feet.

You both pulled away. Staring at each other's eyes as the man though he would never see you again, the news of you and yoongi is already spreading all over the kingdom.

He heard the news when he went to the market to buy food and at that moment he was sure that the first time you meet will also be the last time but now you're in his arms again, wrapped your hands around his neck and didn't dare to let go.

"I missed you" you spoke while looking right in his eyes.

"Y-your highness you shouldn't be here" your expression changes, the smile on your lips fell off hearing his responsed.

"You didn't missed me?" You asked while taking step forward.

"Of course I did it's just that-." You didn't let him finish as you pulled him into a deep passionate kiss again and with no time he immediately respond.

Soon both of you and Jungkook are laying on the bed kîssing each other and didn't dare to let go of one another.

Pulling away as you lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and begin to listen to his heartbeat, it so calm and you love it.

Right now all you wanted was to be with this man. Listen to his heartbeat while he's embracing you in his arms.

"I just love this feeling" you looked up only to see him already looking at you. Sitting up on the bed and looked at him, you gave him a peak on his lips and caresses his burned cheek.

Sitting on his lap as you made his both arms wrapped around your waist. Kissing every part of his burned face and pulled away.

"Aren't you feeling disgusted?" The man asked. You look at him in confused, why would you feel disgust? It part of him and as much as I love him I also need to love every part of him.

"If you can't embrace your flaws then I'll do it for you. I love you and when I said I love you that means I love every part of you." Caressing his burned cheek and kissed it again, you pulled away as you smiled. The man did the same.

He never expected this to happen in his life, having someone like this girl in his life is one of the biggest achievement in his life as a normal villager.

"Come with me to the palace. Marry me, I wanna be yours" You said making him shocked.

As expected, everyone is against your engagement with Jungkook. They wanted to beheaded him.

The people outside are protesting, calling him witch and different name. They said it's a black magic, a love potion that made you fall for him but it wasn't.

You love him, with or without magic you love him and no one can change your mind. Everyone is against your engagement even your relatives and the council.

Right now you're standing Infront of the oldest, the council as they are discussing about your announcement of your engagement with a villager, not just a simple villager but the man who they called monster.

You had enough of it, You shouted as they all looked at you. Staring at them in burning eyes, they got startled and terrified, they have never saw you mad and they're not wishing to.

"If you don't wanna agree then find your new queen cause I'll never agree to be one if he isn't my king. Now if someone object then I'll wanted to be bèheaded, no one can tell me what to do, I'll marry him that's an order and if you don't agree then be ready to see the death chasing after you within a minute."

You strom off the room and headed to another room where you saw your man looking at the window.

He was staring at the people who wanted him to bèheaded. Wrapping your arms around his waist as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"This isn't a good idea, I shouldn't have come here. No one will go on our side it's a terrible idea that we came here wanting to get married when he already knew everyone is against it." The man said while turning around and look at you.

You grabbed his hand tightly, hoping that he would give up on you, you never wanted him to give up on you, you love him and all you wish is for him to stay by your side.

"Don't say that, you sounded like you regret meeting me" The man caress your cheek as you both connected your forehead together.

Pulling his hand as you went to the balcony, everyone stoped shouting once they saw their queen standing Infront of them with the man they hated.

"Listen up!!, Everyone who will go against my wedding with this man named Jeon Jungkook will face a consequence and that consequence is to be bèheaded not only that person but also every part of his family!!. I'm challenging you all!! Try to lay a finger on my man and all of you will disappeared till it's only us who will be left breathing!!." You shouted as the crowd was pin in silence.

They are terrified, they know the power that you hold that they didn't even dare to speak a word you wouldn't like if they wanted to live a long life.

As the silent satisfied you, you pull him inside and kissed him. He was amazed by how much you you actually did everything just to keep him with you.

Now he's sure that the black herbs works perfectly.

The man left as he went inside the bathroom leaving you alone. As soon as he was inside the bathroom, he stared at the mirror as a bright smirk appeared on his lips.

as a bright smirk appeared on his lips.

The burned on his face disappear. It's true that it was a love potion he used on you, and it's true that he's a witch.

He actually made you fall under his magic. He saw how your future will be as he uses his magic to know what will happened in the present.

After finding out you're meant to be with his twin brother Jungguk who has a burned face, he immediately kîlled him and replace his identity with his.

He also tricked the destiny. He's living his twin brother's life just so he can have you. He was so stunned with your beautiful that he could do anything just to keep you with him even tho that means he needs to end his beloved brother just to have you.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkookff #yandere jungkook #btssmut #bts jungguk #smut #imagine #fanfic #dark bts #dark writing #yandere #bts yandere

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tenebrius-excellium · 1 year

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I don’t know how this narrative principle is properly called in English but today I finished reading an academic paper on “backend vs. frontend motivation” in stories and I am nerding off big-time.

One of the most important elements of modern media to me, especially in film, is for it to be motivated from the ‘front’, that means from the beginning. You gotta have a starting conflict so well fleshed out that it justifies all which comes next in a domino chain of such bulletproof logical consequence that it cannot be questioned until it inevitably culminates in the grand, satisfying finish. Only then is an ending good and only then can it be truly enjoyable.

The best example of which that remains to this day is How To Train Your Dragon.

In my opinion this movie leaves no room for a different ending. Were it to be replayed thousands and thousands of times, it would always unfold the same way. It’s that solid. Solid in its core conflict, in its character designs, in its stakes. It would choose to happen the exact same way again every time. Everything is in-universe consistent and character-consistent to a T. I believe luck, or chance, played a role in the creation of this movie because humanity is just not able to think up something as perfect as this on purpose.

While the sequels are - generally speaking - good, the failure to recreate the artistic mastery of the first movie can be seen in them. Glimpses of the original magic do appear more often than I had feared, which pleasantly surprised me for both the second and the third movie. However, both sequels have obvious weak points. The first movie has none. None. It’s somehow flawless.

I attribute its success to strong frontend motivation. There is an age-old war yet it threatens the current generation’s survival as acutely as it did on the first day. The People are tired and it’s either the annihilation of the enemy or resigning themselves to poverty and death. Berk is backed into a strategic corner and while Stoick is far from giving up, he doesn’t know where to take fresh ideas from. The absurd third possibility of talking peace with the dragons comes from the innocence of a child human and a child dragon. The grown-ups couldn’t have done it, yet so unexpectedly balance is achieved. It’s brilliant.

Httyd1: Shitty war -> needs to end (peacefully if possible, because the vikings are not bad people...but Stoick doesn’t see hope). + DRAGONS.

Httyd2: Hiccup Will Be Chief, therefore let’s throw some growth at him and kill off Stoick so that the two won’t fight about how to run the village later (because that would be in their characters).

Httyd3: The Dragons Will Leave, therefore let’s create an artificial villain, and a convenient dragon girlfriend, and make Toothless ooc to achieve it.

See, Httyd gradually declines into using backend motivation and that’s why the third movie works even less than the second. At least Httyd2 had a strong middle, that is, from Flying With Mother til Hiccup starts talking to Drago. Don’t make the mistake of buying into the rest: Nowhere was the topic of Hiccup becoming Chief even a thing before Httyd2. Also, Hiccup behaved ooc with his sole focus on dragons (at the so-uncaring-that-it-must-be-intentional expense of humans) and the no-kill rule. And Stoick died not from a plasma blast, but for plot convenience.

The third movie, in turn, gave Hiccup his original character back and bestowed a glow-up onto him and Astrid and their relationship, but at the cost of Toothless’ personality and backstory... and the general in-universe logic, such as Grimmel’s hollow arc (stressing his intelligence when he’s clearly NOT). You see, both movies have their strengths, but it just doesn’t work when the creators think up the ending first and are willing to bend everything else, however painfully, to achieve exactly that desired ending.

The newest marvel of frontend motivation done right is of course Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. The reason why it’s just so good is because the arc of Puss eventually losing his lives was not a forced narrative, simply conjured up to Have Puss Do More Jiggling On Screen. It was an innate part of his self, already there in his character from the start, and was inevitably going to become a problem some day. The creators made the most of it by dealing with it not after 8 more daring adventures that were clearly fabricated to generate money in theaters (what a nightmare to think about), but by insinuating that Puss has already lived some of those lives, giving him depth. Because we have not seen all of them, yet our famed hero has been shaped by them.

One could argue that the quest for the Wishing Star was a little too cheap of a narrative. But Puss has been a serious character stuck in a world full of dumb magical creatures and artefacts before. That’s literally the universe he lives in. So it works. And ohh, how magnificently it works.

So anyway. Front-end motivation, people. Has usually better characters too because the plot is tied to their consistency. It makes the ending of their story depend on themselves, not on ex-universe tinkering or budgets. Use it more, please and thank you.

#httyd #httyd2 #httyd3 #httyd franchise #analysis #httyd analysis #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots the last wish #wherethekiteflies #storytelling #yup I like this; this may be one of my best posts yet

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thisreadswhatever · 2 years

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Not Like The Movies

part one - read part two here

[description]: steve x fem!reader, steve x robin dialogue, mentions of eddie & nancy, jealous/angsty steve, there is a happy ending (although it doesn’t really end yet), there will be a part two containing smut + eddie munson dw

[wordcount]: 3.4k

[summary]: steve is acting weird, all because you’re going on a date with eddie munson. but why would he care who you date?

[cw]: 18+, angst, slight fluff, swearing, alcohol, doesn’t follow the exact timeline of the show, no smut in this part

[an]: my first fic. i’m pretty terrified so please be nice! this is very loosely inspired by a fic i started and lost in the middle of reading, about steve being a jealous wreck. i wasn’t able to find it to finish reading it and that made me sad so here we are. it’s a little bit of everything, i don’t really know what my writing style is yet. honestly i have no idea what i’m doing but i worked hard on this so it would suck not to share it. i intended for this to be short but i got carried away. i’m sorry if it’s long winded, i kind of ramble. a lot. i didn’t grammar check throughly so there may be mistakes.

“Why are you asking me this again?” Steve had you trapped during your break at Family Video, while he interrogated you for the third time today.

You had gone over this so many times with him, you thought if you repeated yourself again your head may explode. “He’s a nice guy and we have a lot in common. Honestly Steve, why does it even matter?” You stood up from the table, kicking the chair from beneath you and made your way for the door. Sure, you knew you were acting like a brat, but Steve deserved it. You needed to escape the never ending questions you’d had since you told Steve that Eddie Munson asked you to hang out. He had been relentless, and his curiosity bewildered you.

Steve rolled his eyes, trailing behind you. “You have a lot in common with Eddie Munson?” He clearly wasn’t buying it.

“Maybe I do.” You shrugged.

“We have a lot more in common then you and Eddie Munson ever have.” He muttered it under his breath, so low you weren’t sure you were meant to hear it.

You turned from the doorway to raise your eyebrows at him. You’d been dealt your fair share of disappointment from Steve, but still the way he put you both in the same sentence made your heart race. It was because of how similar you were that you always knew you and Steve made the most sense. You liked the same music, hung out with the same people when you were in high school, even your parents loved each other. Granted he cared more about his social status than you ever had, but there was a reason you’d fell in love with him. And then there was the reason you couldn’t love him anymore.

Steve was suddenly ahead of you, pushing his body into the doorway, blocking your escape. At this point, you wanted to shove him through the door frame and never speak to him again. “That ship sailed months ago, and that was your choice, remember?”

Of course he remembered. It was seared into his brain and replayed every time he saw you. He could remember your eyes filling up with tears. He could see you frozen, cross legged on his bed, drunk and broken. But he could never admit to you how the guilt and regret swallowed him whole everyday. He remembered every second of that night, the night you handed him your heart and he shattered it.

He shook his head, trying to forget. “I just don’t think Eddie’s right for you. I mean, the dudes still in high school.”

That did it. “That’s rich coming from you!

“So It’s fine for King Steve to parade with children from Hawkins High ‘to try and save the world’ but I can’t go on a date with a twenty year old?”

“I mean, we kind of did save the world but-“ he stopped himself from finishing, because he knew the rest of what you said was true. It didn’t matter that Eddie was still in high school. He just didn’t want you to know the real reason he cared. Because to Steve, it didn’t actually matter who Eddie was at all. It just mattered that it was you.

“I’m going to the movies with Eddie tonight and you’re just going to have to get over it! Now if you’d politely move the hell out of the way, I have shit to do.”

“Fine! Whatever. Have a great time with Eddie Munson.” Steve, now clearly sulking, shrugged his shoulders and let you past.

For the rest of your shift, he pretty much avoided you. Steve would causally talk about work, but otherwise pretended you weren’t there. And although you were glad he’d let it go, you were kind of sad about it. He’d given up. But that was what you wanted, right?

———

You were scrolling through the late returns log on the front counter, trying to do anything to ignore the obvious silent treatment from Steve. Robin and him were handling the returns boxes that had piled up from a busy week. The interrogating had moved from you to Steve, but this time Robin was doing the questioning. “What the hell is going on with you both today?”

“Nothing. Everything’s just great.” Steve was nearly throwing the returns back on the for rent shelf. “Unless your goal is to destroy the latest copy of ‘Ferris Buellers Day Off’, I’d assume everything isn’t ‘great’, Dingus.” Robin grabbed the returns box from him and held it hostage from Steve’s grasp. “Words exist for a reason Harrington. Could you, I ‘dunno, use them? For once?”

“Can you just give it back? I really don’t have time for this Robin.” He held his hands out for the box, and Robin pulled them further from him. “Only if you tell me what’s going on Captain Heavy Hands.” Steve raised his eyebrows at her, “‘Captain Heavy Hands?’”. Robin didn’t flinch at his disapproval, she just extended her arms and held the box further away.

“The last time it was like this was when y/n was drunk at that dumb party and then you both were acting so lame around each other for weeks. I mean I know we’re together a lot and there’s all this pent up testosterone or whatever hormones are going around, plus the whole ‘evil monsters living underground’ thing, oh and then there was those Russians and then the mall burnt down but you know, you really should just relax because….”

Robin kept talking, but Steve stopped hearing what she was saying. He was looking in your direction, watching you mindlessly read through the logs on the desk. He couldn’t help but stare. He thought you were perfect. Watching you twirl a loose strand of hair through your fingers. How your legs crossed over the chair where you sat, showing the bare skinned gap between your knee highs and your skirt. He could watch you forever. And then, he felt gross all over again. He felt like an idiot. This was all his fault. Knowing Eddie Munson would be using his hands all over you tonight. He’d be the one to touch your thighs and feel your skin. He’d get to watch you and your messy curls that framed your face. He’d get to do whatever he wanted with you. It could’ve been him, but nope, it was Eddie fucking Munson.

“Earth to Dingus-“ Robin was suddenly in Steve’s view, waving her hand in his face. She followed his eye line towards the main desk, where you were sitting. And just like that it clicked. Robin smiled. “Wait a minute. You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“What? No.” He shook his head, seemingly trying to convince himself. He had his palm under his chin, rejecting Robin as if she was crazy and had no idea what she was talking about. And still, his eyes never left you.

“Don’t lie to me Steve. Your face says it all. You’re jealous that y/n is going on a date with Eddie Munson. She told me he’s taking her to see Reanimator tonight. I mean sure I think it’s kind of weird but like, eventually she had to be able to go out with someone. Who knew it would be Eddie Munson of all people.” As she spoke she turned her head away from Steve to look at you. And then they were both staring. Steve continued to play dumb. “Jealous over Eddie Munson? The douchebag who hasn’t even graduated high school? Yeah, right.” Robin scoffed.

You just happened to look up to catch both of them staring at you. Gawking like you had something on your face. Staring right back at them, you gave them the middle finger, and smiled sarcastically. Steve rolled his eyes and took the returns box back from Robin.

Robin turned from your gesture, snickering to herself, and dropping her jaw to Steve out of your view. “Close your mouth Rob before you catch a fly.”

She closed her mouth making a popping sound. “Holy shit! King Steve is jealous. I never thought I’d see the day. Well stop being such a miserable mavis and go tell her! I mean what’s the worst that can happen? Other than what happened last time when she-“

Steve finished emptying the box while Robin continued on as usual. He wanted to deny his jealousy, and the guilt that consumed him. But Steve couldn’t lie to Robin. “Alright alright. I guess I am a little jealous.

“But there’s not much I can do about it. I already screwed that one up.”

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For so many years you’d been best friends with Steve, and for almost all of them you’d known that you were in love with him. You knew it so much it felt like fire spread within your chest every time he was near. It felt so obvious to you, but somehow he never noticed. That was fine with you, because he was your best friend regardless, and even if he wasn’t technically yours, it felt like he was. That had been enough.

That was until Nancy Wheeler came around and then everything changed. He wasn’t your Steve anymore. The long drives he’d take you on stopped, the sleepovers you had ended. He stopped calling to see how your day was. You weren’t just no longer best friends, it was like you didn’t exist at all. But you got it, even if it hurt like hell. Steve was happy and you loved him enough to know that was all that mattered.

But then last summer, Nancy decided to leave him, and just like that you got ‘your’ Steve back. It confused and hurt you to see him pained by their breakup. It made you angry in ways you couldn’t explain to him, because he didn’t know the truth of how you felt. You had never told anyone. You didn’t want to ruin what you had. Until the day you decided you couldn’t hide from him anymore. You wanted to tell him just how much you needed him. How even though you pretended it was fine, watching him everyday with Nancy had felt like torture. And that watching her break his heart had broke yours too. You wanted to tell him that you thought he deserved more than that, and you knew you could give it to him. You wanted to confess it all, and hoped he’d sweep you in his arms and you’d go running off into the sunset or whatever, you know, the kind of stuff that happens in movies.

Maybe if you had waited a little longer, maybe that’s what you would’ve got. Maybe he would’ve been ready.

That night, he really wasn’t ready. Before you spilled your guts in a drunken ramble, he drove you both to his house after Matthew Sawyer’s house party. It wasn’t much different from any other night before Nancy. You finally had your best friend back. And while everything was as it should be again, the knowing of what the loss of your friendship with Steve felt like made you feel some sort of urgency. Like you could lose him all over again. Because he was back for now, but what if he found someone else? What if Nancy came back? Sure, he was King Steve after all, he’d go on more dates and have wild nights with girls you could only dream of looking like, but if he found another ‘Nancy’, you’d never stand a chance. You’d lose him all over again.

So through all your drunken thoughts, after far too many beers, you decided now was the time. It was probably the liquid courage, but it was now or never. You were wrapped up in his bed, wearing your favourite yellow sweatshirt of his that was way too big for you. Steve was sober, and getting settled at the tail of the bed, how you’d both usually stay during your sleepovers.

“Steve? Can I tell you something?”

“Of course. You know you can tell me anything.”

You unwrapped yourself from the sheets, and crawled towards him, sitting cross legged at the bottoms of his bed, staring with wide eyes right at him. He looked utterly confused. “What’s going on y/n?”. You took a deep breath, and while you tugged at the frail fabric of his sweatshirt sleeves, you spilled your guts to him for a solid five minutes. Talking in drunken circles and way, way too fast. When you finally finished your beer fuelled monologue, you threw your hands on your face to hide in fear and put your head in your lap.

Steve’s reaction was anything but your ‘happy ending’. Nothing like those dumb movies. He stood up, he paced for a few minutes, running his hands thru his hair, before he sat down in a desk chair across from you. You sat upright, peaking at him between your fingers which still shielded your face. You knew whatever he said next wasn’t going to be good. You wanted to travel back in time to ten minutes ago before you decided to open your stupid mouth. You wanted to scream where you sat. But you couldn’t move, you just sat there, frozen.

“You cant be in love with me.” He told you. “Y/n, you’re my best friend. That’s all we’ve ever been and all we will ever be. I’m so sorry.”

But, that was months ago, and you both had moved along as if that night never happened. The thought of that night filled you with burning embarrassment, so much so you had emotionally blacked out the fact it ever even happened. And it took awhile, but eventually, things were basically the same. Steve was still your best friend and he didn’t treat you any differently. And that was it. He was still ‘King Steve’, and once the heartbreak of Nancy subsided, you watched as more of his typical one night stands came and went.

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When your shift was finally over, you said bye to Robin and followed Steve to his car. He always drove you home, and although he was obviously not in a great mood, tonight was no different. It was dark out now, and the drive home was quiet. Steve barely moved his eyes from in front of him other than the occasional hand through his hair. You kept playing with the radio and putting your window up and down just to fill up the dead space. It felt like eternity had passed until the car finally pulled into your driveway.

“Thanks for the silent ride, Harrington.” You grabbed your bag and went to open the car door when you realised you couldn’t leave. The doors were locked.

“What the fuck, Steve?”

“Don’t have a heart attack alright? I’ll unlock the doors and you can go have your precious date with Eddie or whatever. I just need to talk to you before you go.”

“What more could there possibly be to talk-“ Steve cut you off before you could finish. His eyes were glued to his own hands, still grasping the steering wheel in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he spoke.

“You can’t go on this date.” He was so matter of fact.

“Why the hell not?”

“You know why.”

You could feel the rage inside you mounding again, and you didn’t know why you did it, but you threw your hands in the air. “Wow. Really, Steve? What the fuck is so wrong with him? Better yet, what the fuck is wrong with you!?” And that was it, you snapped.

“You haven’t got off my back since I told you he asked me out. Is it seriously that he’s still in high school? Talk about hypocritical much! What could possibly be so wrong with Eddie Munson that I can’t go to watch a fucking movie with him? Is he some demodouche from the upside down that’s going to try and murder me? Because at this point that’s the only possible valid reason you could still be talking about my dumb date!” You had your arms crossed around your chest now, clutching your bag so hard your knuckles were turning white.

He rolled his eyes. “Look, this isn’t about Eddie or any other horndog guy who looks your way. I really hate this.”

“Hate what? What other guys? What the fuck are you even talking about Steve!?”

He turned from the steering wheel so he could see your face, putting his hand under your chin so you were resting on his fingertips. “I want you, y/n.”

Just like the snap of a finger, the anger drained from your face and out through your toes. You instantly became a puddle of nothing. This couldn’t be right. This wasn’t the same Steve who turned you down last summer.

You pulled his hand from your face and watched him, searching his eyes, like you were protecting yourself from him. How could this be happening? You finally decide to try to and move on and now here he was, Steve Harrington, telling you he wants you?

“I don’t understand.” Your anger had obviously wavered, now you just sounded defeated.

His hands fell to his side, but his eyes never left yours. “I guess I always thought it would be you. Or maybe, I knew it should’ve been. I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think I could be with anyone that way, because it was supposed to be you. But then I went out with Nancy and-“ he was practically whispering as he finished his sentence. He felt awful for even having to bring her up. He scanned your face, looking for any sense of response to what he was telling you. But you were completely froze, impossible to read. “Once I’d experienced whatever ‘love’ was meant to be, and then after what happened, I just was numb to it all. That night, you had so much to drink, and well, I still wasn’t out of that numbness. I can still see you sitting there at the edge of my bed, in my sweatshirt.” He closed his eyes, shuttering at the memory.

“I want you, y/n. I always have wanted you. I was just, I don’t know, scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of what going there with you could mean because if it ended the same way my last relationship did..” He fell silent.

And then he unlocked the car doors. “You can go out with Eddie if you want, I’m not going to stop you. I know this isn’t up to me.”

You we’re still sat there stiff, frozen from the shock. You hadn’t felt this speechless since last summer. But here you were now, totally speechless again, but this time, because Steve wanted you. The serene bliss of your magic movie scene you had hoped for all those months before. And now of course, everything made sense. Why he had so many pointless questions about your date with Eddie. Why he seemed so upset by the idea of you going on a date at all.

Just like you’d used Steve’s silence to escape his questions earlier that day, he used your silence too. He placed his hands on your face, pulling you slowly towards him. You could tell he was apprehensive, expecting you to reject him at a moments notice. But he continued, he leant over the middle console, his eyes looking directly into yours, darkening as he spoke. “I mean it, y/n. I want you. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to give me the chance. But I couldn’t let you go without telling you. I want you. I want you in every way. And I want you now.”

You didn’t move at first. You couldn’t. Heat was radiating from your entire being, you felt like your fingertips could light a fire. This was all you’d wanted for years. And you knew you wanted him the same way he wanted you. But you were scared, and he could feel your fear. Somehow, you found the strength to move.

You reached behind you toward your door, and Steve felt his heart dropping to his knees. Just as he thought you were teaching for the door handle, you pressed the small black button on the window above it, locking you both in the car again.

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integrity-souls · 2 months

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tell me YOUR undertale thoughts fiore. not even particularly picky about what type of thoughts. maybe why you finally decided to play it and what stuck out to you

LOL hi again Raxz

Its actually not really that interesting or anything to note. I'd say it was undertale yellow that got me playing undertale original but thats not really what happened ( though it's sudden popularity is a contributor, all over on xeeter ) I was initially just buying another game from steam and saw it was just 2 cents and thought, hey, why not. I just happen to have more than that in my wallet, like making a deal with the worlds richest ant♥️ Then I played deltarune and THEN did I play yellow.

I have alot of thoughts on undertale yellow but I don't think anything I have to say someone else hasn't said yet and this is an undertale ORIGINAL ask so just know. It would be a great game by itself but not as a solid undertale game. I dont think it lives up to the writing and humor. which is the highlight of the franchise. I Replayed undertale again for a refresher/to compare.

As for other thoughts... It was just shorter than i expected it to be lmfao not a bad thing but from the impression the fanon gave i just thought itll be a little longer. i didn't expect to like flowey as much as I did. Didn't expect to have it make me laugh either because of it being an older game but it did that too anyway! smile. Having good humour in any game is always one of the ingredients to making something memorable.

Besides that.. ill be honest I think it may be a little too early for me to have any more yet, besides just noticing the game/art design choices Toby made. Like the "bad pixel art" and making things shitty on purpose was an excellent choice because it means theyll be able to focus more on the writing, not because toby just liked it shitty, the shit gave it its charm anyway. Its one of the reasons why it succeeded as much as it did compared to similar indie games that had the opposite. Which usually suffered from being super impressive art and design wise, but the writing being so god awful it's like taking a gun and shooting at what would've been a decent game. Not to say undertale is free of some weak points though, there is definitely some but to me its just that special case where the game itself is just so unique and so "never done before" that i skim pass or never notice it. Most of the bad writing i may need to actually go through the wiki or something to find anyway. Which I don't do as much unless its for like, my version of the souls. Sad! I can easily excuse bad art but if the writing doesn't make up for it its a deal breaker. anyways, thats all, of course as time passes my mind will find somthing to think about soon enough. have two pngs, made in my own kitchen

#💌#emoangel44

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This is gonna be long and none of you have to read this. I just need to vomit out a happy rant about God of War.

Like I don't know how to describe my joy and I know I keep saying it I know I do but like. Having been a fan of this series since the very first release in the 2000s, loving the story and the depth of Kratos and seeing just how vast and big and huge the fanbase is now. The fanworks people make have made my heart so happy. These games always meant so much to me as a greek mythology kid and its up there with one of the first series me and my dad ever played together (he made me step out of the room during Those Scenes, don't worry)

I remember my dad and I first seeing the demo for the first ever God of War on a ps2 demo disc we got from back when GameStop was still EB Games in Canada. We both thought it was so cool. I watched him play the demo over and over again, until one day he could finally get the full game and we were even more hooked. We beat the game so many times together and watched the bonus content until the disc wouldn't work anymore. We tried our hand at every difficulty just to unlock every costume.

I remember when God of War II came out he was one of the first in line to get it that weekend. He even got the BradyGames player guide, which me and my brother read over and over and over again looking through the pages, all the lore hints and bonus content, all the characters and concept art until the pages ripped out. I still have the poster from that guidebook hanging in my bedroom. I still know where all the secrets are in that game like the back of my hand. When the game was beat and the final cutscene played my gad and I would always day how exited we were for the next installment.

I remember the day my dad got our PSP. He got the God of War bundle, the special red edition with the decal of Kratos on the back, the one that came with Chains of Olympus. I remember waking up early on the weekends to sit with him on the couch and watch him play. And if I ever missed anything because the screen was too small he would describe it to me happily. And when Ghost of Sparta came out I got to experience it all over again.

I remember when we first started seeing trailers for GoW iii and I got so exited. I remember my dad and I playing the demo with the chimera battle and being so, so so happy, saying we couldn't wait for the game to come out. I remember my dad refraining from buying the game on his own, waiting to stop somewhere on the way home from school just to buy it with me. And at this point I was finally old enough to figure out a game controller on my own, without my dad helping me at all, and the thrill of playing as Kratos on my own was a titular moment of me realizing I was growing up. Like not to be emo but playing God of War on my own during my adolescent years hit me more than puberty.

I can go on forever. I remember the day Ascension came out, and booking it to EB Games just to try out all the new features. I remember when I saw the novels for sale at a shop in the city, and not wasting another breath telling my dad I wanted them, and reading them more than I read my books for school reports. I remember almost crying because I didn't own a smartphone and couldn't play God of War: Betrayal and being so relieved to see footage was uploaded online and I was able to experience it that way. The only reason I knew what Soul Calibur even was is because Kratos was playable in Broken Destiny for the PSP. He was my main by the way

TL;DR this series was my childhood. It means so much to me. Every time my dad played he would select easy mode so he could read out the story to me. I hyperfixated on the story. And already being a mythos obsessed kid, GoW encouraged me to research mythos even further. And I was so happy when I would replay the games after learning more and more to understand reference after reference after reference. Teaching myself new glitches and exploits and finding new secrets in hidden areas after every playthrough. Rebuying the games every single time they were ported to a new system or I lost the disc. I own like 3 or 4 copies of each game at this point because I never want to not have them. It was like a new experience every time.

However. The games were always popular yeah. Highly rated. Fun to play. Kratos was a Playstation Icon. but large playerbase meant nothing in the long run for me.

I frequented gaming forums and Facebook in the early days and it was easy to tell most everybody playing these games hardly gave two shits about the story. There was nobody who really wanted to talk about lore. Nobody who really wanted to go in depth about characters. Nobody who really wanted to share ideas beyond the main focus. I remember going on deviantart and seeing people post fanwork on the occasion whenever a new game was released, but then never again. Silence. Interest lost as quickly as it came. Honestly I noticed even when the leaks for the Norse saga were published, the majority of people turned to look, were interested, started talking, but then looked away elsewhere when it wasn't the flavour of the month anymore.

I remember running God of War blogs back in 2012 to 2015 and nothing. Maybe three people interacted. Maybe three people bothered. But there were little to no fans. An audience yes but, fans? Fanartists? Writers? Headcanons? Any kind of fanmade media at all besides a few one off images online? I'd be lucky if I saw a shitpost that mentioned Kratos.

I remember writing fanfiction and posting fanart when I was twelve. I remember having action figures of Kratos decorating my shelf and playing with them till they broke and crying bc I was so upset. I loved enjoying these games. I was having so much fun on my own. I came to terms with an audience of none. Accepting that, despite the popularity of the series, to make fancontent for it, to entertain myself with the deeper lore of it was nothing but a niche.

Even with the release of 2018, as happy as I was for the new hopeful wave of fans, I was always a little upset when I saw people who played that installment as their introduction to God of War, go on to say they had no interest in giving the previous games a whirl because of the difference in gameplay and story.

At the end of it all it was still a niche.

So just... here we are today.

Here we are today and I can go into the God of War tag and be hit with a wave of the most gorgeous shit I've ever seen. Here we are today and I wake up to the most incredible drawings and paintings of the characters I grew up with in the most creative scenarios. The fanfictions that span chapters and rip deep into Kratos and his story. The headcanons that take inspiration from the most obscure lore bits from the series. The OCs that are inspired by this series' specific interpretation of mythology.

I can't put it into words. With the release of the Norse saga it's been... amazing. I just genuinley can't describe my joy. When I was playing the games themselves and the older games, the games I've been hyperfixated on my whole life were mentioned, that was one thing. But seeing other people comment on it. Discuss it. Be invested. Enjoy it enough to be inspired. Its like... So amazing.

I don't know what it is. Maybe its because of how the new games were more story driven than the previous installments. Maybe its because of the protrayal of the characters. Maybe its because of the popularity of norse mythology. I don't know and honestly I do not fucking care what the reason is. All I know is that I'm seeing people fall in love with something that means this much to me. Thank you Santa Monica for not forgetting about the story and games that made Kratos.

Seeing people who finished Ragnarok saying they were finally going to start playing the previous games. Or watching gameplay. Or reading up on the lore. Making fanart of the Greek saga. Fanfiction of it. Talking about it. Talking about the story. The deep, heartbreaking but important story that the games have always been telling and was always there that I have been invested in since childhood. I see fanart of Kratos and Calliope together, of Orkos, of Deimos, AUs and headcanons about them, and I want to cry happy tears.

I know you guys aren't making this content for me specifically. But I still have to say thank you. Thank you for making my heart happy. Thank you for reminding me of my most beloved memories every day with the stuff you make. You make my soul happy. Thank you for making stuff I can love and cherish and share with other fans, OTHER FANS, that I can talk to and listen to and discuss lore and art and ideas with about something so beloved to me and now beloved to others. I see people posting about it in depth and I am so happy to talk to or just hear people talk.

To ALL the fanartists, writers, and just fans in general who actually enjoy my or anyone else's GoW content, all of you on behalf of every long time God of War fan thank you so much for being a part of this community.

The feeling of knowing a series of media that's been so obsessively near and dear to me my entire life is becoming dear to others is indescribable. I know I'm being so emo about this but fr like... having people I can just. Talk to about GoW lore and nodding and agreeing and. Ahhhh.

I'll stop rambling now because I could go on forever but just like. Thank yall for being here. The stuff you guys make and share means more than you think.

Thank ya 💕💕🙏

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Ok so here’s part of the desert days fic I’m working on, just some silly stuff I couldn’t wait to show you guys.

The Lizard that lived under his porch kept sunning himself in Keith’s brooding spot. Keith would argue that he wasn’t brooding, there just wasn’t a lot to do when it was boiling hot and dangerous to stay in the sun for long. But he could almost hear Matt in his head telling him he was moping, a memory replaying vividly.

(“Shiro, he's moping again!” Matt stood at the foot of the garage, craning his neck to see Keith sitting on the roof of the one story structure.

Soon after moving in with Shiro and Adam he discovered that his new bedroom window opened up to the small slanted garage roof. The perfect spot to stargaze and enjoy the stunning Texan sunsets.

Keith uncurled from his position sitting with his back pressed against the wood paneled wall, shuffling closer to the edge so he could get a better look at the lanky brunette teenager waving up at him.

“M’not moping, i'm just sitting here.” Keith defended himself, knowing full well he had been up here for an hour thinking about ways to get revenge on Iverson for taking his headphones. (Even though he literally had school enforced accommodations meaning he could wear them if he wasn’t listening to music). So yeah, he was moping.

“Nope,” Matt said in his big brother voice. “You’re definitely brooding up there. What was it this time?”

Shiro, who had at this point joined them, was looking up at his younger brother with a look of concern, and nodded along to Matt’s question.

“Iverson took my fucking headphones during class today, and I almost had a meltdown.” Keith yelled down at them, his legs now dangling from the roof, swinging back and forth with gusto.

Shiro frowned, “But you have accommodations? He can’t do that.”

Matt turned to look at his best friend with an eyebrow raised. “You think that’s ever stopped Iverson? One time he confiscated my fidget cube during a physics test.” He continued, “I did steal it back that night though, I left him a little present as a thank you.” Matt brandished an impish grin, his braces glinting in the glow of the streetlights.

Keith looked at him with barely concealed awe while Shiro winced. “What did you do?” They said in unison.

“Well I decided that I was tired of Iverson being a dick, so I snuck into the cafeteria that night and filled up part of a trash bag with shit from the compost container.”

Matt began gesturing wildly as he told his tale. “So I hacked into the security cameras and picked his office lock. Then I freed all the contraband and filled his drawer with trash.”

Keith giggled down at him, while Shiro tried to stifle his laughter.

“Wait, what did you do with all the extra stuff?” Keith asked, tilting his head slightly to the left as he always did when asking a question.

“Well at the time I was saving up for my bagpipes,” -Keith and Shiro shuddered at the mention of Matt’s godawful bagpipes.- “So I sold everything back their things.” Matt finished his story with a devilish smile, completely without pity for his poor classmates that had to buy their own stuff back from him.

Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose and thought deeply about the mistakes he must have made in life for Matt to be his best friend, while Keith looked at Matt like he was Mothman himself.

“Holy shit,” Keith howled in laughter, barely able to keep himself from falling off the roof while he clutched at his stomach. “You have got to teach me how to pull something like that off.”

Shiro looked pleadingly at his friend, eyes begging him to not teach his already chaotic brother how to hack into military grade security cameras. Matt thankfully took some pity on him. “I’ll help you pull off whatever revenge plot you’ve got cooking up on your head”

Keith whooped and punched a leather clad fist in the air.

“But you have to tell me before you do these things so I can make sure it’s a reasonable idea. And I won’t teach you how to hack into cameras.”

Keith boo-ed him from the roof, but his smile told Matt that he was still grateful.

Shiro was only partially relieved knowing that Matt would be watching Keith’s back while he made Iverson’s life a living hell).

The memory made Keith smile, even as his heart stung. He looked down at the lizard sitting happily in the sun at the foot of the old porch. He was a funny looking little guy, about the size of his palm and covered in sand colored spikes, and darker stripes. The wild crown of barbs on his head reminded Keith of Matt.

After that day he started thinking of the lizard as Matt, they might as well be friends if they were neighbors anyway.

Keith decided he could share his new favorite brooding spot.

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False God | m.m. | 27

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Note: Season Three baby! Time for some sad girl summer

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There was no funeral for her father, when Crown shot him. Nor was there a funeral for her mother –not one she could attend, at least. She had not been to her grandparents' funerals, as they died during her abduction as a child. And she supposed she should consider herself lucky that –up until this point in her life –she had not lost anyone else.

Matt Murdock’s funeral was the first one she had ever been to.

Standing there, dawned in black, and staring at an empty casket. They hadn’t been able to recover his body; it had been two weeks. Foggy insisted it was time to call off the search. She fought him for another week before she finally gave in as well. Tony had helped cover the costs, insisting that she shouldn’t have to worry about anything while mourning. Natasha, Peter and May came, standing alongside Karen and Foggy. The entire Nelson family had joined as well, paying their last respects.

In true New York fashion, it started to downpour as Father Lanthom spoke about Matt’s life. Foggy offered her his umbrella but she stepped away from him without a word, refusing. She stood in the rain, letting it soak her to the bone, in hopes of feeling something other than the agonizing pain that had consumed her life. But even the icy rain and wind did not pierce her bones like the loss of Matt.

Natasha joined her in the rain, wrapping an arm around her shoulders gently. She did not cry; she did not react to the touch. She simply stood and stared at the empty coffin before her. She replayed the last moment they shared –the promise of him following and the realization he would not be following. The same scolding ran through her head each time; why had she let him stay? How did she not realize what he was doing until it was too late? Why would he do this to her?

It didn’t matter though, did it? Matt was gone. And while she wasn’t necessarily alone –she did still have her friends –it certainly felt like she was completely by herself again.

“Do you want a ride home?” Foggy asked gently, hovering behind her. Natasha and Karen hung back as well, watching.

“I want to be alone for a while,” she whispered back, blinking the rain from her eyes.

“You can’t just –”

“Foggy,” she insisted, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Please.”

He looked back at Natasha and Karen, who shared a look of worry but inevitably nodded. Then Foggy touched her shoulder gently. “Let me know when you head home, okay? Please?”

She simply nodded, slowly sitting on the grass in front of the grave that was being filled in by the workers.

Hours passed before she moved. Before she managed to pull herself off the ground and make her way back to the apartment.

She didn’t stay there the first night. She couldn’t. It still smelled like him, and the bed hadn’t been made. It was like she was simply waiting for him to come home, and she couldn’t put herself through that. Even with the handful of people that she knew would take her in, she couldn’t bring herself to call any of them. Instead, she found herself at the doors of the church, standing in the rain, and wondering if this was the worst idea she’d ever had.

*****

She started to attend church the following week.

At first, it simply started because Father Lanthom had called on her and was checking in. He didn’t pressure her into turning to God, nor did he guilt her into feeling like she had to do it to be close to Matt. He simply talked to her about her feelings, and expressed how he grieved and what helped him. She felt like she was lost; that there was nothing else she could do other than sit there in those pews and talk to some deity in the sky.

Desperate people found faith, so now she prayed to Jesus too.

It started out with her simply going once a week, later in the evening. She couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed in the mornings; not when she could simply lay there and hold onto the pillow that still vaguely smelled like him. It evolved, slowly, as time went on to her coming almost every day, in the evenings; during dinner, when the nuns were feeding the children. That way she would not have to talk to anyone or explain herself.

She didn’t know how to pray; not really, anyway. It wasn’t something she did as a child with her family, and it certainly wasn’t something she did after she became a superhero. So she simply talked about Matt, whispering stories about their time together. Explaining that she and him were going to get married, that Natasha was going to be her maid of honor, even if they didn’t have a real ceremony. She talked about how she hated him, sometimes, for what he did to her with Elektra. But she couldn’t ever actually hate him; he meant too much to her.

Sometimes she begged for God to prove to her that Matt wasn’t really dead. Those were particularly bad days; days where she would not leave the apartment. Where she sobbed, and threw things around the house. She would ignore phone calls, and scream until it felt like her throat was bleeding –or until she got noise complaints. Then she lay on the floor of the apartment with a bottle of whiskey, red eyes, and drink until she found the courage to go to the church. Those were the nights that she went late; when no one else should be awake to hear her beg God to let Matt be alive. Or to kill her too, because she was barely hanging by a thread.

“We cannot ask Him to hurt us,” one of the sister’s said one night, carrying a candle. “He loves us too much to do that.”

She wiped her eyes, and ran a hand through her hair as the nun sat beside her carefully. They didn’t speak; the nun simply sat there quietly, in her nightgown, and her hand outstretched. She took her hand after a long time, clutching to the stranger like she was the only life line she had left.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” she finally admitted, staring at the statue of Jesus that adorned the front of the church. “It just…it hurts so bad.”

“It will not get better, either,” the nun told her bluntly, following her gaze. “Not any time soon, at least.”

“I thought time heals all wounds?” She asked bitterly, frowning deeply.

“Time can heal most wounds, yes,” the nun explained, squeezing her hand gently. “But some wounds will never heal –they will simply be stitched and held together the best they can.”

She stared at the sister for a long time now, unable to argue. These were not words of comfort; but she found that they were what she needed to hear. She was tired of people apologizing to her, and promising she would feel better soon. These were empty promises as far as she was concerned. But this nun –she wasn’t offering her false promises. She was offering realistic expectations.

“Should I be thanking God that he sent one of his nuns to give me actual advice?” She asked, and she meant to make it seem like a joke, but her voice was still trembling and sharp.

“No, you should thank Sister Maggie for waking up in the middle of the night to check on you,” she retorted.

She looked to the nun one more time, a weak smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Thank you, Sister Maggie.”

“I know what you are going through,” Maggie explained gently, looking back at the altar in the front. “Far more than you will ever know, I’m sure.”

She followed Maggie’s gaze, taking an uneven breath. “We were supposed to get married.”

Maggie nodded, squeezing her hand once more. “You would have made a lovely bride; you still will, one day.”

“I can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head. Her eyes dropped to their hands in her lap. “What I had with Matt…I don’t think I’ll have it with anyone ever again.”

“I suppose only time will tell.”

*****

In the belly of the church, Matt Murdock lays in his makeshift cot, contemplating his life choices. He should have died when that building fell; instead, he simply lost everything. The life he wanted with her was gone; the Hand, while defeated for now, would not stay away. He was certain of it. And there was no way he could simply stop being the Devil. That was a promise he simply couldn’t keep anymore. Though –without his senses –he couldn’t do much else than suffer in silence. Quite literally.

After several days of suffering without his abilities, Matt managed to clear them out. It wasn’t an expected occurrence; but it happened and he suddenly could hear everything once again. Feel, smell, taste. It was all there again, and overwhelming.

That’s when he heard her.

For the first time in weeks, Matt heard her voice clear as day. She was sitting in the chapel, whispering to herself about him. Talking about how much she missed him; how she was angry that she let him stay. She talked about how she wished she had stayed down there with him, that she had died with him so she didn’t have to live without him. It killed Matt to hear her wish she was dead. But he couldn’t face her now. Not after weeks of thinking he was dead –she would never forgive him.

It was for the best if she continued to think he was dead.

Maggie walked down the stairs, carrying a tray of food.

“How long has she been coming here?” He asked as she set the food down, then sat in the chair next to his bed.

Maggie hummed a little in reply, picking at her dress for a moment. “When did you ‘die,’ again, Matthew?”

Matt frowned deeply, sitting on his bed, and clasped his hands together. “She’s really been coming that long?”

“She prays for you.”

“She shouldn’t.”

Maggie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know you can hear her, Matthew. I know you hear her sobbing, begging for God to put her out of her misery. Of course she prays for you.”

“She never believed in God before. Why now?”

“I suppose the same reason you stopped believing: she lost everything.”

Maggie stood, leaving him alone in his makeshift room. Matt sat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall as he listened to her closely. Listened as Maggie made her way to the pew, and sat down with her. Talked to her about the process of grieving; encouraged her to seek help.

At least she had Maggie.

*****

Matt listened to her every night from then on.

He waited for her to leave before he even considered falling asleep; waited to hear the doors of the church shut and lock before he closed his eyes.

What she talked about the most was getting married. How she should have asked for the ceremony, and the dress. How they should have done it the moment they talked about it. She talked about the plans she used to make a little girl, before she was taken. How she wanted the veil, the party, the love. That her dream was to marry someone who loved her –and she had found that in Matt, and lost it all at once.

It killed him to hear her talk about the life she lost. But it was for the best, at the end of the day. This wasn’t the life he wanted anymore. Matt Murdock had died when that building collapsed, and the Devil himself rose from the rubble. She deserved more than what he could give her, and he knew she would find happiness again some day. Even if that happiness was not with him.

There were nights that she came later than usual; nights where it would be long after the church had gone to sleep. But he waited up for her every night. Listened, and tracked, and made sure she walked through that door and walked back out again. At any point, she could figure out he was there if she used her powers –but she never seemed to. He wanted to know why she wasn’t using her powers to stay guarded, but his question was answered one night when Maggie asked the same thing.

“I’m too tired,” she had explained. “It takes too much energy to use them. If someone attacks me, I’d rather be capable of fighting than anything else.”

But there was a quiver in her voice; she wasn’t telling the whole truth as to why. But he couldn’t ask her himself.

He couldn’t do anything for her anymore.

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#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #daredevil x reader

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doriana-gray-games · 1 year

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i do tend to pirate games, but it's more of the fact that i'm a literal child and have no way to buy stuff without a credit/debit card. i'm one year off from being an adult, but i would absolutely buy those games if i could.

and i just wanna say, yes, a lot of people pirate games because just the thought of failing stuff makes them anxious (me included) so they prefer to boost their stats to a point where they can clear through the game easy peasy.

also yeah, the save files have always been a bit of a topic, and honestly i would also prefer to have save files since there are just some scenes in game that make we wanna replay over and over again, but i don't wanna replay the entire game just for one scene :/

👍 another vote for save and cheat systems.

On the note of not being able to currently pay or use a credit card—I know there are more reasons why this could be an issue beyond being a child, but one idea for this:

It’s not a full solution, but perhaps try and remember the games that you really liked and see if there’s a way you can pay them later on in your life (patreon or buy their game or other). Additionally, giving reviews and social media support. Those help a lot too 🥰

#Modding/piracy discourse

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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Do you have any soft stain headcanons👉👈? i love your writing sm 💜💜💜

(Thank you! It feels like a million years since I’ve gotten to do something for him! I wanted there to be a theme for it so I made something up, hope you don’t mind! If it doesn’t fit what you need then please let me know so I can redo it!)

~The Stand~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-He grumbled the entire way there and back. He grumbled when he hid away in the back room as the delivery men dropped your order off in the house. He grumbled when you called him into the living room and he saw the large box. Chizome was not pleased with the recent purchase. “I don’t see why we need something as pointless as this. The other stand works just fine.” He pointed at the rickety TV stand in the living room. The paint was peeling off of it, one of the glass doors were shattered to pieces, the other door hung off of it lopsided and never able to fully close. The legs were old and if you just looked at the damn thing wrong then you were sure it would crumble to pieces. “Chizome please...would you rather I’d purchased the new stand here or a new TV when that one falls apart?” You stared at him and he began his grumbling again, knowing he was in the wrong.

-He was usually the one in line for the finances since he didn’t have a job, he contributed to the house by keeping track of things for you. (You should see him during tax season sitting at the kitchen table with reading glasses and typing on a calculator lol) While he wanted to complain over the cost of the stand, he knew it was better than buying a new TV instead. However, not came the point and time where he had to help put it together.

-It was a disaster.

-The two of you tended to butt heads over various things before but never like you did when it came time to put together furniture or go shopping for furniture. This was a real test to the relationship. The mess ups and reading the confusing directions wasn’t helping with anything either. By the time you two made it through to the 4th step, you’d had a huge argument to which you stormed off into the other room and slammed the door. He sat by himself on the floor and listened to the words replaying his his head as him tried to calm down. Sometimes you made him so mad that he wanted to throw away all your favorite snacks in the kitchen to retaliate against you. Instead he was learning to gather himself after fights since he didn’t want to ever risk the possibility of losing you. Once calmed down, he took a second look at the directions and started building the stand once again. He worked quietly and quickly until everything was done perfectly. He set up the new stand and chucked the old one to the alleyway when he was sure it was dark enough for him to go out and not be recognized. Finally he went to find you curled up in the blankets and still sniffling from having cried over him...just because of him.

-He sighed and rubbed the back of his head and you watched him from your spot in the bundled blanket mess. Finally you spoke up. “What do you want? To yell at me some more for making a simple mistake?” There was pain behind that smartass remark. He could tell. Chizome sighed again and made his way to the bed to sit beside you. He tentatively raised a shaky hand and began stroking the top of your head while keeping his eyes trained on you. “Sorry...I can be a bit of a dick sometimes I know. I’m still new with all of this and sometimes to be honest, you drive me crazy. You always know how to get right under my skin but I’d rather have you than be lonely. I mean...shit well...I ain’t good at what I’m trying to say but-” You quickly sit up and shush him. “It’s alright. I get it.” You smile and he returns it with a gentle (rare) smile of his own. For a minute the two of you stay like this, staring into each other’s eyes while his touch hasn’t left your skin yet. He suddenly pulls you tightly into his chest and kisses you lightly on the neck. “I love Y/N, I really do. I hate saying it but it’s nothing further from the truth. This isn’t my thing but I make exceptions for you.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “I love you too.”

#i went off track i think #im sorry!#hero killer stain #stain bnha #the hero killer #Chizome Akaguro #chizome akuguro #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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one-vivid-judgment · 1 month

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waiter! waiter! more Kuwana headcanons please!!

no just kidding but can we please get some nsfw or sfw headcanons for my favorite depressed old handyman? I'd let him get handy with me if you know what I mean...

God, I miss Kuwana so much, I wanna replay Lost Judgment SO badly 😭😭 Crazy thing is, I've only played it ONCE when I've played 7 + Judgment for HOURS (and probably will pick up 0, Kiwami 2 & 5 for a replay at some point; sorry for Mine, Tanimura and Kido cause I ADORE them, but I'm NOT going thru block hell + prison break hell + Fuckin' Munakata AGAIN).

Idc Idc Idc, I just know Kuwana would treat me right 😔😔

He loves sleeping in as much as the next guy, and he’ll do it as much as he can get away with. However, if you are staying over (or rather, he stays over at your place, cause his is... like that), he’ll sacrifice his sweet, sweet sleep and wake up earlier than usual just to make you some coffee. He hasn’t quite let go of his daily morning coffee routine from his teacher days, so he has the experience and makes a mean cup of coffee.

Absolute husband material: caring, sweet, affectionate, absolutely adores you. This just in though: you must have guessed it by the state of his apartment, but cleaning is... not his forte to say the least. Cooking, he’s a bit better at, but he is still average at best—honestly, he might still be living off cup noodles and convenience store food, and living in that small, filthy one-room apartment if it weren’t for you.

Picked up reading as a hobby in his university days and it persisted well into his teacher days. When he got fired though, he had to quit buying books. In fact, he had to sell some to make ends meet. Admittedly, you’ve caught him staring at the books in your shelves more than once—please, please, please, let him read them, he will love you for it. It kinda makes him miss teaching, in a way, but it’s nice anyway.

As you may have noticed, his teacher roots are far from gone. Which extends to sex. Which means teacher-student roleplay. He’s fine doing it with no other add-ons, but if you go out of your way to add a sexy schoolgirl uniform to the mix—you might kill the man, honestly. Also, if you want to feel sore for a few days? Call him ‘Kuwana-sensei’.

Sex with him is more love-making than anything. Romantic, slow and passionate. Cuddle-fucking is his favorite position for a reason: he gets to have you pressed impossibly close to him, kiss you whenever he wants to, maybe grab a handful of ass or tits if he’s feeling like it (never ask him if he’s an ass or a tits guy though, he won’t be able to give you an answer).

Handymen need to know how to use their hands, and boy, does he know how to use his. There is nothing he likes more than seeing you fall apart on his fingers. If one day he doesn’t feel like having sex but you do, he’s not leaving you out to dry; he’s making you come on his fingers at least once, maybe twice if you can handle more.

#ryu ga gotoku #judge eyes #judgment #lost judgment #jin kuwana #.txt #anon ask #yakuza headcanons #nsft headcanon

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

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the very next day, areum was late to work. she woke up after thirty minutes being late, arriving at work fifty minutes after. it was quite embarrassing already knowing that the coworkers knew why she were late. due to the alcohol yesterday she consumed it wasn’t hard to guess why she was late in the first place.

on the way to work areum parked in front of a shop where she saw jeno walking into. she technically is working if she is watching jeno, so she won’t get into trouble this way right?

a hand reaching to knock on the window caught areum’s attention, she’d flinch in process of realisation who it was in front of her. the man mouths ‘roll the window down’ to the woman who tried her best to ignore; areum curses under her breathe, pressing the button, automatically pulling down the windows.

jeno had a smug expression knowing the woman was caught just know. she really can’t beat the mafia at hiding. he leans forward leaning to the car window frame, head tilted inside. “were you watching me?”

the accusation was absolutely correct, but was areum going to admit it? no. areum scoffing out a forced nervous laughter, “no, i am a very busy woman.” jeno found it surprisingly endearing to see this embarrassed side. especially with how raw areum looks; not much makeup on, hair in a messy bun, oversized shirt and loose jeans, hoodie and a hangover expression. not to mention the very light love bites on the collarbone underneath the hoodie his eyes could perfectly eye on. he still found her absolutely beautiful inside and out though.

“i can see that with the way you look so hungover,” jeno points out. he saw the woman cautiously falter eyes, moving them nervously side to side. she gently rubs the back of her head, last night was engraved deep in her brain and it was replaying itself like a movie. she suddenly felt so exposed when jeno told her this. “give me a ride.” jeno suddenly calls, walking to the other side and getting in the car without a warning.

areum’s lips part in confusion, “i didn’t consent to this.” jeno looks over when his seatbelt was finally out on. “but i did, you owe me one after last night.”

she bit the side cheek, annoyed. “fine, where to?” she grumbled starting the car once again. “city central pharmacy.” he said.

areum had no idea why jeno went inside the pharmacy. in boredom areum was looking out, soon noticing jeno coming with a white bag in his hand swinging back forth. she looks over, rolling the window down again. “what did you buy?”

handing the bag to areum, her hands folded it as her face would peak inside. it was a bunch of hangover pills and a few contraceptive pills . the woman looks up furrowing eyebrows together, “why did you buy hungover pills?” Jeno leans down to decrease the height difference, so he could look areum into the eyes more. “take care of yourself more, don’t drink so much and come home early. stay out of trouble.” he said in a caring tone that was also a bit of nagging areum to be more responsible.

areum looks away sighing, she doesn’t really know how to respond to him. “i appreciate your thoughtfulness, jeno, but do you think this is appropriate..?”

he looks away, “think of it as an apology for last night, which is why I’m going to say this next.” he turns back to areum with a serious expression now, she felt the tension rise. “stay off the case and drop it. i don’t want you back into the mafia world again.”

“why, do you think i’ll betray you again?” areum was quick to shot fire at jeno. his lips falling in a straight angle. “if that were to happen again, I’d have no choice but to kill you.”

the sight of areum locked in the dark office room, looking at the biography of lee jeno, studying anything down, useful facts, anything literally. she sighs out thinking back on jeno’s words. would he really kill her?

“you don’t control me lee jeno…” areum mutters yo no one but herself. scrolling down on the biography, the legacy of nct was written down. sitting up, areum went to the first generation.

jeno’s great grandmother starting the group back fifty years ago, the original rules are the same as it is today— protect the innocent, kill the mafia groups that mess with you. later jeno’s father gained it when his grandma passed suddenly.

and the rest is unknown what happened to jeno’s father; however areum already knows the rest. she glances down to the website again, seemingly having some useful information.

a location caught the corner of the focused eyes. areum tilting her head. the address is nearby this town part of area, why is it called underground though? turning the laptop upside down, the picture all came together. a handle shape tucked behind the wall was seen on the thin edge of the photo she zoomed in on. she sits up recognising the hidden trap door, “there is no way.” she hurriedly puts on the sweater, rushing out the door this late out of the company.

she has to see it for herself. there is no way it’s true, if it is— she got lucky by looking at the photo.

areum couldn’t really believe it but when she braced herself towards the underground subway to a specific wall, the way her palm pressed the hidden trap door by a carried ‘click’ to set notice, the hidden wall started opening with a slit halfway. she was right, somehow her gut’s intuition brought this up. areum had no choice but to carry on, body entering fully the darkness stairway underneath the secret passage leading somewhere unknown.

she wasn’t sure if it even was theirs, maybe it was yuta’s base and she immediately fucked herself over.

the heavy smell of gunpowder ticking the very thin tip of the nose, a dusky scent evolving the more areum has pushed through deeply. a silent gasp was heard the moment areum felt a suffocating duffle bag embrace tightly. hands struggling on the fabric latched on the neck with impactful power.

‘shit not again.’ areum would think, somehow this felt like a nostalgic walk down the memory lane.

the duffle bag flies off the head leaving areum to finally able to start breathing again. sight of haechan, jaemin, and kun on the side staring areum down. the tan boy glaring in slight annoyance of the sight of his ex best friend.

areum looking at the front seeing jeno with crossed arms under his chest.

yup, this was definitely a run down the memory lane, not a walk, a run.

“this is some awful deja vu shit.” areum softly murmurs, hyuck next to the girl scoffing. “how did you find a way in here, and why are you sneaking around somewhere you shouldn’t be?” the boy was acting defensive and at this point aruem does not blame the boy.

areum rolls her eyes. “i was lost.” she lied forward, haechan opening his mouth not believing that. “that’s some bad lying skills you got there.” he’d jerk backwards.

jeno stood up walking forward. “quiet everyone.” their leader spoke with irritation. Haechan going quiet the moment jeno was coming forward. areum looks up to the man with white open shirt, a loose black tie laying down with black trousers and shoes. his hair lightly ruffled on the side.

when the silence were established, jeno leans down to where areum was sitting on the chair at front, his mouth inches away from the ear. “why do you always go against whatever i say, areum? do you think i’m joking around here?” he wasn’t having this whatsoever, truly not understanding areum’s intentions. it was as if proscrianation were a person in real life.

“why do you do everything in your power to stop me?” the woman asks forward, she was truly wondering this for a long time. the kind gestures, the way he told her not to go verbally. she doesn’t get it. they way her words folded from the tongue left jeno in a motion of thoughts. ‘because I don’t want you in danger,’ he slips a deep thought in his brain, instantly shrugging it away, he can’t be feeling this way.

“i need to speak to you.” jeno quickly said, turning towards the others who were watching their leader with observing eyes. “leave the room, i want us to be alone.” jeno demands.

“i have nothing to say to you.” areum was quick to reply, jeno not acknowledging her words whatsoever.

haechan turns to areum before soaring a glance to jeno; leaving first. kun following after, while jaemin spares an affection yet sad expression down to her. areum watching jaemin back, he was first to break the eye contact as he left jeno and areum alone.

the room fell into a tight crazy tension that areum has not felt for a while, the suffocating chest coming back to her, the way jeno was sitting in front of her with legs crossed leaning forward with power through eyes raging— he knows the effect he has on areum by now. the way she feels cornered even by the slightest movement from him. the way the silence bothers areum, the matter of fact that it’s just two of them alone sets areum on edge.

jeno speaks out first, leading the conversation knowing exactly he has the control over here and areum has no choice but to oblige and listen. “what’s the case about?” his eyebrow raise, he was now finally interrogating areum instead— not the other way around. he was questioning her, not her asking him.

she replies quickly, with observant eyes gliding on to jeno’s face; trying the very best to read him, but nothing coming out of the emotionless face, “the war with the japanese and korean mafia.”

“do you know who caused this war?” jeno suddenly asks. areum shaking her head.

temporary silence born between them, until his striking voice spoke piercing areum’s ears right through; not able to process what he meant.

“you did. you caused it.” he’d say. areum’s lips puckering out a soft ‘what?’

areum stops watching jeno stand up now walking around the wooden themed vintage room, a giant map of Seoul on the wall behind him, a computer and laptop both laying to the wooden desk. he slips about the area with hands tucking front trouser pockets, before speaking again to explain the situation.

“you were the key to this war in the very first place. the information you provided to the japanese mafia was the original secrets of our base. our large base is now destroyed, so is half of our power and men along with it. all thanks to that tiny amount of information being shared to the enemies.”

“which is why we are at the old base my great grandmother used. we have limited men and space. do you now see what you’ve done?” jeno points forward.

the man in front saw the guilt on areum’s face, the expression of she now knew how actually big her choices caused others to be effected by this. areum trembling lips stammer front, not sure how to find the correct words except for the fact that she is sorry.

“i’m sorry,” areum slowly starts. jeno softening the gaze at the disheartened woman in his eyes. “my men died meaningless deaths that day, last year ago.” he softly told. areum’s final strike when hearing those words, she looks on the ground shifting about with her hands on her knees.

she shifts to the ground going on the knees. “i’m sorry, I’m so- sorry. I’m sorry. i had no idea.” the woman bowed face front towards jeno’s legs. she held tight on the loose trousers, clenching them in the fists. her words broke up and all she could say were stuttering sounds. Hot tears streamed down the face, and she squeezed her eyelids shut in the hope her tears would stop. choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and she stayed in bow there unmoving. areum couldn’t find the courage to bring up jisung in the moment, that she had no choice but to do this; she didn’t want to lower any dead man’s responsibility, because it is her fault. she felt responsible.

the man saw the woman lower front guard now truly showing how she felt, the guilt eating up every bit of happiness areum held within her heart. hearing those choked up emotions that escaped past those red lips, he starts to feel sorry for areum, nevertheless the feelings he held for her were still there; but the scene of seeing his loved one begging for forgives as if he were god itself judging down the sins that areum had committed to many of his people in harm.

jeno bends forward now crouching on the ground, lifting areum’s face, flood of tears streaming down the cheeks. he brought the woman in a warm embrace, patting his hands down the back. areum wrapping the hands around the shirt from, face buried first into the shoulder, wet tears sobbing in the body scented fabric that she missed over the year.

“i know it wasn’t your intention of doing that, areum.” jeno softly trails. “i figured that out a long time ago..” he murmurs, stroking areum’s hair from behind gently. The embrace squeezing when the girl starting to hiccup by how hard she was breaking down.

he pulls away, wiping her eyes with the soft thumb running across the face. “i need you to do something to help us though..” jeno told.

“i’ll do anything to help out…” areum response, biting the bottom lip. “okay, first you need to calm down.” he said back, areum shaking head. “i’m fine, just tell me what you need to know.”

jeno paused admiring the strong side of areum once again, he can’t help but think she is brave for admiting to mistakes. mistakes that took jeno to admit to for years whereas she was able to confront them in a minute.

“we need to know his identity. without it, we’ll be tracking a ghost in this city.” jeno states, areum softly going to speak.

“the rival gang leader is…”

“na yuta.”

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