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reveluving · 23 days

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heartburn ; the ghoul x reader

summary: kindness gets people killed in the wasteland, and yet, cooper can't help it when it's you.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), pre-war performer/entertainer!reader (for your creativity!); now an immortal ‘smoothskin’, soft as hell but our lovely ghoul is still a loud mouth, age gap but not really (think of him in his 40s & you in your 20s/30s but both in 200-ish years old), typical fallout violence & explicit language, loads of banter & fluff!

a/n: it’s here! based on this because the brain rot was (and is) so real. decided to call this the ‘la rouge series’, just to make it easier for tagging and when any lil’ pieces/asks come in. hope you guys enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes: possessive soft & slightly mean dom!cooper, ‘pretty girl’ & baby as pet names, dirty talk i.e. + about exhibitionism (it doesn’t happen tho!), body appreciation, nipple play, spanking, fingering, a bit of edging/teasing, unprotected s~ex (p in v), bits of aftercare but overall, coop likes it nasty.

'It was worth holding back a witty remark during moments like these if it meant seeing you light up each time.' ;

It should’ve been uncomfortable; the sheen of perspiration building up along your body, despite the cooler night, albeit marginally as opposed to the day. Had it not been for the ceiling fan, no matter how slow it gets once in a while, you were indebted to its existence.

Especially at this exact moment, throwing your head and watching the contraption spin above you as Cooper bucked up into you.

Lucy had dozed off, you checked an hour prior, finding her asleep in the old guestroom when you stopped by. Maximus, too, snoring away on the wingback chair next to her. Whether it was because you entered with light steps or the duo were bone-tired, you had successfully spread the thin sheets over their figures before turning the table lamp off—all of which Cooper watched behind the door, feeling an overwhelming emotion brewing in him.

You barely knew them, hell, he was there when you shot Lucy a chilling look, realizing she was the daddy’s girl, but beyond that, you also saw two souls who were… lost. A set of strangers who wanted nothing more than to do the good thing, even if you didn't agree with their beliefs. And yet, the old caring nature in you couldn’t help but offer at least some form of appreciation for their humanity.

You held yourself back when Lucy babbled, even if—when you wanted nothing more than to cuss her father out. You didn’t lash out when she asked about your time in the shelters way before her mother was around. You acknowledged Maximus’s good intentions, even if they were a little gullible.

Cooper noticed it all, and fuck, if your unmoveable kindness wasn’t disgustingly the sweetest and sexiest thing he had ever seen.

It all felt like a typical romance movie after that, when you crossed paths in the living room, with you on your way to the kitchen when he stopped you. Delicately (and uncharacteristically, you might add) holding your wrist and tugging you to his chest to stare into your dreamy eyes. How a smile naturally bloomed on your face as you reached for his jaw. He indulged in your cutesy behaviour, as he always does, angling his head to kiss your palm while your eyes remained locked. It was worth holding back a witty remark during moments like these if it meant seeing you light up each time.

Not that you couldn’t handle them, if anything, putting him in his place wasn’t unheard of—you knew how to shut him up with that aura of yours from time to time.

But make no mistake; he knew how to get you tongue-tied, too.

He dipped his head, and the kiss that came was nasty. Swallowing your little gasp when he took hold of your jaw.

“Here?” You whispered incredulously between giggles when he led you to the couch. All he gave you was a grunt, falling back into the seat and pulling you with him. Your legs snugged around his as he encouraged you to sit, not hover him. The soft tune that played in the kitchen reminded you of a scene out of a cheesy porno from your old days, and when he hummed along, you knew he had the same thoughts, too.

“It's our house,” He grinned, “Means our rules.”

“Uh-huh,” You humoured, amused as you shook your head, but the use of ‘our’ did send butterflies to your stomach, “Mind elaborating, handsome?”

He explained all-too-happily, “It means y'got every right throw y'guests t’the doghouse if they start yappin’ ‘bout indecency.”

You say that now, but you knew he would shoot one in between their eyes for ogling you clothed, let alone in your glory. He has done it before.

Countless times.

But you’d kick him to the doghouse if he ever got blood on your floors. And just to piss him off further, you’d allow Dogmeat to sleep on the bed with you.

“You'd like to do that, wouldn't you?” I snorted.

His eyes lit up, taking your words as a green light, “Y'offerin’?”

You smacked his chest. “I know your games, cowboy. Room’s not far, y’know?”

“Aww, c'mon,” Calloused fingertips traced up your legs before slipping under the skirt, alternating between kneading and smacking your ass repeatedly to hear your squeaks, “When's the last time y'and I messed ‘round in the livin’ room?”

“Just last week.” You huffed, partially from the way his hips rolled against yours.

With any lack of action and the undeniably warmer weather throughout the day, you thought it was time to enjoy the night breeze with a slit skirt. The hems were slightly burnt off from past confrontations, involving a near-fatal experience with a Molotov cocktail, but besides that, it was relatively intact.

And just like you, it was Cooper’s favourite piece, too.

“Mm,” He acknowledged with a grunt, “Far too long t’me.”

He leaned back, arms spread across the backrest while looking at you expectantly

“Y’gon’ take it off f’me or…?” He asked. You rolled your eyes—as if you could ever refuse him.

But you couldn’t just give it to him, right?

You sat back, poised and coy, toying with him when you gazed up at him through your lashes. In the mood to give him a little show as it seemed like your guests were going to stay out cold for a while.

You were definitely teasing him when you popped the buttons of your shirt, only to let it droop around your elbows, just enough to get a glimpse of your cleavage and pesky black bra.

Reaching over, you dragged your index finger from his Adam’s apple, down to the collar. His overcoat long gone for your convenience, uncovering his chest without problems.

He was always intrigued, and if he was being honest, in disbelief by your fascination—by your need to have him unclothed in some form of way, despite his condition. The wariness grew over time, and he had not only relished it in but encouraged you for it, too.

Bunching up and pushing your skirt to the side, his fingers rubbed your pussy through your panties. He sighed, feeling the patch of wetness that soaked through the fabric. He was excited as you were, eager to feel you against him as he shifted under you.

He raised his fingers to his lips, sucking on his middle finger sloppily and groaning at your taste before dipping them under your panties. He straightened, pulling you forward by the back of your head as he prodded a finger into you. The position had you arching, chest to chest as he forced you to moan in his ear.

At your mewls, he was more than content to give you another, sinking his ring finger in bit by bit to feel you clench desperately.

He revelled in the warmth, the tightening of your warm walls as if fearing he'd pull out. The more you felt him curl inside you, the more useless it was to muffle your cries. The embarrassing squelch didn’t help either, but how couldn’t you, with that romantic stunt he pulled moments ago?

He tapped on your hips, silently requesting you to hold yourself up for a moment while he shoved his pants down. His cock stood with pride, twitching at the cool air and the anticipation to feel what his digits were feeling.

Pushing your panties to the side, he lined up the head of his cock to your pussy. He was practically dreaming of feeling you sink onto him at once, already bucking his hips to fill you to the hilt. Instead, you took him in ever so slowly, bit by bit before raising your hips till there was nothing more than the tip of him in you. Taking him in little by little as he teased you with his fingers.

“Y'tryin’ t’kill me?” He gritted out.

“You can handle it.” You cooed back, already losing composure as you felt up his chest.

He groaned, eyeing you dangerously only to shudder when your thighs slammed against his. You felt full, hell, you were full, needing a moment as your fingernails dug into his skin.

“Fuuuck,” He groaned, tipping his head back though forcing himself not to close his eyes to watch your tits bounce as you moved faster, “Look at y'go. Yeah, ride m’cock, pretty girl. Juuust like that.”

His praises had you pulsing around him, but so did his desperation. Slowing down once again to feel him buck under you.

But there was also something else about tonight.

Familiarity was putting his feelings lightly, unable to tear his eyes off as images of the same smile, maybe just a tad more innocent about the world, flashed before his eyes. Remembering his lucky encounters with you when you were both stars. When the two of you had dreams. When your worries at the time were nothing more than bringing joy to the people who watched you perform like you had hung the moon.

He could never forget admiring you and your artistry, similar to how you marvelled at his productions in awe, even after when they were nothing more than a man on a horseback before it all went to hell.

And to have him before you once more, albeit a bigger menace than you thought was possible, he was still your Cooper Howard.

Your cheekiness was wiped off when his hand dropped to your ass with a sharp smack, the slap drowning out the radio for a split second.

“‘Y'had your fun.” He growled. His hands held onto you so desperately, similar to the way you grappled onto his shoulders for support.

Your button-up was sticking to your skin just below your breasts, and as much as Cooper loved the little striptease, he wanted more.

He pulled the article further down by your sleeves, where you shuddered at the feeling of Cooper’s lips latching onto your skin. The sensation rough as he nipped at your rib. He surged forward, salivating as he sucked and tugged on your nipple. He let out a heady groan, tasting a hint of salt while rigorously bouncing you up and down his cock.

You were what pin-ups couldn’t emulate, what poets or authors couldn’t convey with mere words.

Anyone, surface dwellers and vaulties alike wished they could have you.

He crept one hand in between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. He didn’t relent when you trembled, when you tightened as you came hard. Not even when you spasm, overstimulated when he continued to thrust in and out of you.

He held you down longer than you would've liked, too obsessed with the way your walls fluttered around him. Begging for some form of friction as you clamped him like a vice. The mewls that followed were music to his ears, frustrated in the cutest way when he did nothing more than flash you an infuriating smile.

A tight one, you noticed. Unable to hide his own need for long as your juices dripped down to his thighs. He was… a little sick in the head—who would’ve thought—abstaining himself from chasing the high for just a moment, just to amp up the pleasure and feel his desperation sated as if he finally deserved the ‘treat’.

“Coop…” You mewled, nearly choking on your spit as his iron-clad grip forced you to feel each and every ridge of him up to the brim, “Coop–! Please! Please move, please—fuck.”

Oh, how cruel of him to deny you. Especially when you sang for him so sweetly.

You raised your head, lips parted as his eyes bored into your teary ones. Even when you became lost in your lustful haze, only able to churn out nothing but his name as hushed moans, he couldn’t miss the small dazed smile flickering across your face.

He couldn’t resist, reaching up to brush across the pads of your plush lips. And as hooked as you were over the proximity, you placed your hand over his, keeping it on your cheek.

Your eyes screamed for him to go faster, to put you out of your misery. He pitied you to some degree when he rolled his hips.

“That too much? No, y'can take it. M'pretty girl can take what I give.”

“Gonna fuckin’ come in��ya, y’hear me?”

“Oh, you’re tearin’ up, feels really good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He slammed you down as soon as he came, thighs sticky and flushed. His grinds slowed down, chest heaving till he had his last spurts of cum in you. He traced his hands along the bruising spots he had left on your hips, then up your sides, tickling you.

The corner of his lips twitched at your tired giggle, catching your breath with your face pressed against his shoulder.

“Y’liked that?” He matched your amusement, reaching over the dry towel conveniently draped on the arm of the couch and wiping off the sweat dripping down your back.

“Mmm.” You hummed into his skin, already comfortable against him.

“Y’really liked it,” He reiterated, finding your playful eye-roll worth it, casually dragging the cloth under your chin and the area between your breasts before tossing it to the side. He let one arm outstretched on the backrest, “Y’need some water or somethin’?” You thought for a moment; you’d need a sip or two after all that, but you could hold it off for a few minutes.

“In a bit,” You returned to snuggling in his arms, much to his satisfaction, “Can't you just carry me to bed?”

“I would, but…” He trailed off. You followed his line of sight when it fell to his lap, not only reminding you of the mess but also if he stood up, well, you might as well fall with him if his pants dropped to his ankles. You knew he could clean you up and buckle his pants before carrying you to your room with no problem, he just didn’t feel like it.

And, well, you understood him.

“Fine,” You sighed, feigning resignation even though a little smile was playing on your lips. You knew each other too well, “But if I hear rushed footsteps or that girl yapping about ‘my eyes’, I blame you.”

“Not the first time you’ve ever blamed me for anythin’—m’poor ol’ heart,” He pretended to weep, placing a hand on his chest, only to catch yours when you tried to smack him for it, “See? Unloved, by m’own girl.”

You shared a laugh, and when he pulled his rest on your waist once more, you knew none of you were going anywhere.

In minutes, you were finally able to take in your surroundings, recognizing the chorus playing in the background, a classic of Dean Martin’s, one that even Cooper couldn’t help but hum to. It was soft, no more than within your hearing range, even bobbing his head to the beat. You followed, too, and to your surprise, the two of you coincidentally sang a particular line together.

♫ Your love made it well worth waiting ♫

♫ For someone like you ♫

You turned your head to head to the side before he could look at you after spotting the knowing smile he was sporting. And as the song came to an end, eyes droopy as he instinctively rubbed your back, his hat tipped down.

You couldn’t help it, craning your neck and planting one final kiss, to which he eagerly returned before your bodies melded into each other once more. Relaxed and protected from the dangers outside your safe haven, even for just a moment. So long as both of you were still breathing, you’d take the bull by its rotting horns in stride.

♫ Everybody loves somebody sometime ♫

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a/n: fun fact! ignoring the fact that the concept of the game is inspired by the 50s and burlesques would no longer be as famous then, one of the many entertainer options I imagine for the reader (depending on the fic) is burlesque (?) dancer, which very much inspired this piece! not necessarily as her job in the old days but someone who knows a thing or two about it! but again, as the reader, you have the right to imagine whoever you or your mc however you’d like! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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athenasnina · 1 year

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there’s so much said abt the portland row trio and their dynamic. and even more abt the pining between lockwood and lucy. but there’s not nearly enough talk abt lockwood and george. their relationship ya’ll. it just warms my heart.

whether you ship it or see it as purely platonic, doesn’t even matter. because these two guys love each other without question. charming and confident lockwood offers george, a neurodivergent boy and self proclaimed outcast, a home, friendship, and a chance to research the subject that brings him joy. and in return, george gives lockwood his acts of service of cleaning, cooking, along with his unparalleled research abilities.

but more than even those things, george is aware of just how unhealthy lockwood is, telling lucy that she must learn to say no to lockwood’s reckless choices and crazy schemes, lest lockwood only get worse. george understands that in lieu of no longer having any family, lockwood needs george and lucy to keep him in check before he gets himself killed. he understands that they are lockwood’s family now, just as lockwood has been for them. and when it’s george’s turn to need saving, lockwood is ready, no hesitation, no irritation. george is in danger, his family’s in danger, and he immediately prepares to save him.

and the winks omg

these are for george and it’s so cute

this kid is thankful for and proud of his friend, and then said that there’s no better reason to die than to protect him. just... the utter devotion and care they have for each other. the acceptance and appreciation of each other’s differences. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND I HAD TO SCREAM ABT IT!

#i love them a lot your honor #i have a mighty need for more gifsets of these two #lockwood x george #anthony lockwood #george karim #lockwood & co #lockwood and co

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angxlofvenus · 11 months

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hihi could i request something with the obey me characters with a mc that has a cat/their reactions to meeting their cat or just their pets in general?

Hi, Thank you so much for the request! As an owner to two cats myself, This was so much fun for me to write, I hope you have a great rest of your day/night :) Genre: Fluff ! Ship: The brothers/Side characters x reader (platonic Luke!) TW: cussing, Mentions of catnip, Eating catfood (Beel's section),

When You Own A Cat

Lucifer

Well, this won’t do.

He has a very strict pet policy in the HoL but for you…He may twist his words a little

Will act cordial with your cat just because he doesn’t want to upset you but like

Luci is a dog person through and through so this may be a bit of an inner struggle

Here's the thing though, I don’t think he has ever really been around a cat before

So when he starts to warm up to your furry friend…He kind of relates to the cat 😭

Listen, I think Lucifer acts a lot like a cat, Hard to get close to, Will act better than you, etc, etc

Once he and your cat get close though? They are two peas in a pod- He’ll let the cat snuggle up to him when he isn’t busy.

Mammon

Ehhh, He isn’t too crazy either way about it, You got a cat, so what?

If y’all are dating, He’s gonna be a little clingy because he thinks the cat takes up too much of your attention in his opinion!

Will definitely play with you’re cat though, no matter if he likes the animal or not, He finds your pet running after a laser/string hilarious!

May blame the cat for breaking things so that Lucifer doesn’t hang him from the ceiling…

Once he’s warmed up to your kitty though, They are thick as thieves

He will buy them any toy he thinks they’ll like, Will definitely buy some catnip (If you’re okay with it!) just for shits and giggles

Levi

A little skeptical at first,,, Of course you have such a normie pet!

In the beginning, He’s gonna be jealous (shocker, I know)

Can almost feel the envy coming off of him when your cat settles down in your lap

But when your cat starts to do the same things with him? Total 180°

He’s in Love! Will start watching cat-related animes and playing cat-related games

Will try to introduce them to Henry, Just don’t let them get too close…

Satan

un-HOLLLYYY SHHHIITTTT, Y’all, the moment you have been waiting for-

Minds running a mile a minute, Looks just excited on the outside, but on the inside? Oh, He.is.SCREAMING

Will ask every question there is to ask, Name, Age, birthday, breed, personality

He may just kind of…Pick the cat up and leave with them after their first interaction

Your cat will become the most spoiled being in the Devildom, Your cat shall never want anything ever again, Satan will get them everything they want, no matter how hard it is to obtain

Your kitty will kind of get roped into a bond with Satan whether they want to or not, But let’s be honest, Your cat’s gonna love him seeing as he would kill for them

Asmo

Awwwww, How cute!

As long as your cat doesn’t get into his stuff, They’ll also be instant besties

His camera roll really consists of 4 categories

Himself

You

Your cat

All three of y’all together

Will probably try to put your cat into some dumbass costume

Will buy your cat so many accessories, What do you mean they don’t need a bedazzled collar?! >:0

Snuggle buddies when you aren’t around, Yes, This does look as adorable as it sounds-

Overall, He will love and pamper your cat all the time

Beel

Oh? You have a cat? That’s cool :)

Loves to see how much joy they bring you, He loves seeing you happy no matter what

He has tried cat food before, both wet and dry and ain’t afraid to try it again…You should probably lock up the cat food just in case.

Will also play with your cat with like just some string, He thinks it’s cute :)

Is honestly fascinated by your pet lowkey, He never knew how sleek most were! Is bamboozled by the whole, Landing-on-their-feet thing

They become friends pretty quickly I’d say, He makes sure to always be super gentle with them because he knows how much bigger he is than them (I am so mentally ill about him istg)

If your cat becomes interested in something he’s eating, He’ll give them a lil nibble (If it’s safe for that cat to consume ofc)

Buys a lil cat bed for his and Belphie's room, It stays at the foot of his bed

Belphie

A cat? Ew, That sounds like responsibility

Indifferent at first, As long as he doesn’t have to really mess with it, He’s chill

But one day, He awakens abruptly (Unheard of) To your cat making biscuits on his cheek

Kiss your cat goodbye, It’s his now

Cuddle buddies, every day, all-day

Will put on those bird videos to play with your cat

The second brother I’m gonna say acts like a cat, He will literally catch himself mimicking the cat sometimes

They would so judge people together, Lucifer just entered the room their in? Side eye…

Diavolo

How sweet! He has zero qualms about your little friend

Another one that will buy pretty much everything for your cat, Y’all don’t even have to be close for him to do this, He just thinks of your cat as an extension of the exchange program, Therefor he buys them anything he thinks they need

Best of buddies when they get close to each other

Will some just walk around RAD with your kitty, Just showing them things, Will also ask for your cat's thoughts on laws in a kind of joking way, But he 100% will listen seriously if they decide to answer him with a meow

Barbatos

Doesn’t have a very strong opinion of your cat at first, He isn’t exactly a pet type of person seeing as he rarely has time for such things but in my humble opinion, I think most animals flock to this man like Snow White

Listen, This man is the definition altruistic person so I think Smaller creatures would find comfort in his presence, This is also why the Little D’s love him so much

Your cat will always look their best, Barb will trim their nails, take them to the vet, brush their fur and other things without you even having to ask

Once they become more acquainted, I can see him making some cat-safe baked treats for the kitty

Simeon

He thinks your cat is precious! Though at first will be worried about the small thing being in a place like the Devildom

Him being an angel does change a few things, I think animals naturally flock to him as well just because of his angelic background so he and your cat are kind of just automatically BFF's

He will always be up for loving on your cat, No matter how busy he is- He won’t ever turn down your kitty

Probably the first person you should ask to catsit, a close second being Barbatos

Solomon

They will be partners in crime even if your cat doesn’t want that

Don’t be surprised if he starts to refer to your cat as his ‘Furry apprentice’ instead of their actual name

Takes photos of your cat, but only when he finds them in a stupid position

Another contender to buy them some catnip and just watch them go crazy

Once they have warmed up to eachother, He is gonna torment this cat 24/7 almost

Luke

A cat and a chihuahua, Natural enemies!

Jkjk but not really…

He doesn’t like how stuck up a lot of cats are but he thinks your’s is pretty cute

Will ask Simeon how to pet them correctly and treat them well because he cares!

After the first few weeks he actually really warms up to your kitty

Will always ask how their doing like they are a person, no matter what.

Doesn’t admit it but he really adores your cat :(

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moreespressoformydepresso · 6 months

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“Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo is absolutely perfect for A Ballad Of SongBirds And Snakes because it perfectly captures the end of the book and the movie.

Whether Snow killed Lucy Grey or not doesn’t matter, because he cannot catch her no matter what he does. Her presence is felt throughout the series, looking back on it, regardless of her fate. Her presence in Snow’s life has effected him in a lot of ways. She’s why he thinks of love as dangerous, she’s why he knows the power of public opinion, and she leaves a mark on him he cannot get rid of. It’s her song that becomes a staple of the rebellion that ends his reign, even though nobody remembers the person who wrote it. It’s a district 12 girl, who is the opposite of Lucy Grey in every way, that starts his end.

Throughout the whole series, Lucy Grey is there, and there’s nothing Snow can do about it. He couldn’t catch her at the end of TBOSAS, whether he killed her or not. Now she’s gone, and yet she still haunts Snow’s life in one form or another. Snow has spent decades bringing down the hopes for a better future in the districts with the games, but it’s Lucy Grey’s song that inspires those hopes to flare right back up, brighter than they ever were before.

“Bet you thought I’d never do it, thought it’d go over my head” can refer to Lucy Grey finding out about Sejanus and subsequently leaving him, which is strengthened by the fact that a few lines later, the song goes “oh you think I’m gone ‘cause I left”, but in a way I feel like it also embodies the idea of the “bigger picture”. Lucy Grey didn’t really see herself as part of the districts, so why would she spark a rebellion for their freedom? And she loved Snow, so his darker personality traits and his actions should go over her head because love clouded her vision. But in the end, she noticed and left, and decades later her song becomes the spark that truly lights the fire of the rebellion.

Lucy Grey came into Snow’s life like a storm, changing him for the rest of his life, she effected Panem by influencing the kind of person Snow is, she is everywhere. And there’s nothing Snow can do. He couldn’t catch her when they were young, and now there is nothing to catch because the path to his downfall was made by her footprints, her song travels with the breeze throughout all of Panem, an anthem to the rebellion. And Lucy Grey is gone, nothing but a ghost, a haunting presence that Snow cannot rid himself of because a disembodied being cannot be grasped. It doesn’t matter what he does or tries.

He can’t catch her now.

#10th hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #president snow #panem #can’t catch me now #analysis #song analysis

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sombrashe · 1 month

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Claire give undercover freak like she KNOWS she being a perv and she KNOWS she sould stop staring whereas Lucy is a doesn’t know bcs yknow the apocalypse she just think she being a super caring girlfriend when she watchers u while ur changing,

Her keeping you “safe”:

👁️👁️

Claire looks at you subtly. Never more than a few moments before she's looking away and back to the task at hand. She knows she can protect you and you can protect yourself if it came down to it. Makes sure you always far away from the carnage if you're ever with her. Does small touches when it makes sense: grabbing you as you're falling, pressing herself against you when a licker is slinking by, getting a good whiff of you scared and sweaty as you cling onto her.

On the other hand,

Lucy stares hard whether you're looking or not. Always keeps her eyes low and lower no matter how many times you tell her to knock it off. She just needs to check you for any wounds, it would be better of course if you removed all your clothes and let her get closer. She barely knows how to take care of herself up here so it only makes sense that you wouldn't either. Of course you don't not with all the close calls you have. The Ghoul doesn't have any close calls he just kills so maybe that's why she needs to be on you 24/7. Grabbing at your chest when she hears a noise, to protect you of course. Pretty much humping your ass every time she tries ti cuddle against you, for warmth of course. Or touching herself inches away from your sleeping body because one of your breasts fell out of your tank, it only makes sense for her to what with all the murder she doesn't have a chance to find someone to help her out.

#fallout #fallout smut #resident evil #resident evil smut #claire redfield #claire redfield smut #lucy maclean #lucy maclean smut #sombrashe writes #geminivwithvavphatvass #sombrashe answers

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evita-shelby · 1 month

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They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 10

Lucy Winters belongs to @emotionalcadaver

Cw: mentions of death, suicide

Taglist: @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings @call-sign-shark

Augustus Braun is the winner of game 67, he was made for Capitol Couture which was material to get people hyped for the movies.

Telling his mother everything feels like a great relief.

He doesn’t leave much detail out of how his relationship with Eva began. He had never told her about what the Capitol does to Victors, he had never told her about Snow’s visit and his attempt to kill Eva.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did, mom. I know she killed Laurie; I know the games haunt her just as they haunt me, but being with her has made it all bearable.” Because he never realized how alone he was until he woke up that Monday morning knowing he’d have to leave.

Their lives and world were hell, but every second he spends with her on her farm is by far the best moments of peace he’s had since his games 7 years ago.

“Neither of us had a choice in that arena. She didn’t want to kill Laurie any more than I wanted to kill all those kids, even Juno.” He’d been trained all his life for them and when the moment of truth comes, you realize it’s all bullshit. That they made you kill for so called glory and in the end, you were nothing but an object to entertain them. “I know you can’t forgive her, and we both understand why you can’t, but it won’t change my feelings for her.

I love her.”

His mother sighs in acceptance and speaks. “Out of all the girls in the world, you had to go with that one, kid.”

He loves his mother, knows she’s a good woman and stronger than anyone gives her credit for, but she won’t move him to break things off with Eva no matter how dreadful things get.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think she’s forgiven herself for it. She actually tried to deny the games a victor, but the Gamemakers were ordered to revive her or risk punishment.” The young man admits knowing all his secrets are safe with her.

“A rebel as well, oh joy.” His mother’s sarcasm reminds him he never got around to asking Lyme for what she sought out Eva for. It wasn’t just for him; Shelby was still a criminal and had bought those lands for a reason.

He couldn’t risk a visit to Eva now that every district is crawling with peacekeepers, he’ll have to wait until they reunite on July 5th for the 67th Hunger Games. He’s counting the days to see her, even if it means having to see children go off to fight and die.

Strange how he’s no longer seeing the games as he used to. Whether this new outlook is good or not waits to be seen.

July 5th comes and the first words he says when he finds Eva after the Tribute Parade are: “I love you.”

Took him long enough if you ask him.

He doesn’t bring up his mother, not today at least.

While their tributes go down to train, they make use of his empty suite. Matty had joined her as a mentor and while he’d be schmoozing sponsors in case their tributes live long enough to need one, his floor was closer.

She’s set foot in some of these, not this one though. Enobaria was not very friendly, and Lyme usually went to her floor instead.

“Wish I could take you to my cabin instead of this place.” Jack admits when he waves the Avoxes away and one of them is bold enough to wink at them as they agree to keep their secret. They like him, he’s boisterous and strangely carefree, knows when to keep his mouth shut too.

“Me too, shame travel between districts is forbidden. Who knows President Snow can add that to his campaign promises this year.” The left earring from the set Wiress gifted her pings as it detects several devices trained on them. The rebels had many victors in its lists, it made sense that they would join up. Something worse than living the games was sending two children to die year after fucking year.

Jack catches on quickly that they can’t speak about it here.

Her balcony was safe, the rooftop as well. Haymitch wouldn’t mind, he’s too out if it to even know they’ve been there. Cashmere’s dressing room was the only safe place in the entire suite.

Eva wonders if 2 had a nook or cranny that’s empty of cameras or microphones. She’d need to find it first and show it to Jack. It was why she’d accepted his invitation to have breakfast here.

He gave her a tour of the place, it was finer than 10’s floor. Decorated with the colors and some aesthetics associated with their district, with all the portraits of their victors scattered about. Jack looks so young in his portrait, reminds her of the boy from 1 everyone’s betting on.

Augustus Braun would win, this year the children reaped were on the younger side, hungrier because of the extreme weather that ravaged the country this spring. Even 2 had a tornado this year.

But 1 and 2 don’t know suffering like the rest of them, they are allowed to store food for this, they have enough to rebuild and act as if nothing happened.

Jack had learned to scavenge from her, how to survive without someone sending you food because even in the arena their sponsors fed them. He’d taught her how to hunt, how to wield a knife for other than cooking.

They could make it if it came to war. Running was out of the question; they’d be dead from exposure or bullet wounds before they got anywhere.

But she’s not been able to bring up the secret rebel society she joined just so she could play house with him every other weekend.

The only place without any sort of device spying on them was the sauna this floor had. And she tells him so.

“My mom thinks you’re a rebel, I’m starting to think she might be right.” He says revealing his mother’s feelings about their relationship.

She expected as much, and she reminded Jack she doesn’t mind it.

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know I was being recruited until Lyme showed up at my house.” Eva had wanted to tell him, just never found the moment. Didn’t want to ruin their happiness like that. “There’s many of us in it, Shelby is one of them too. Its why he gave me the farm, to gain a foothold in my district.”

Jack won’t tell, he’s not like that.

“They could kill you, Evie. What happens when Shelby gets taken down like Luca? What happens when it fails?” He voices the same worries she’s had all this time.

“But what if it doesn’t? Don’t you want to live in a Panem where we can be together freely, where we won’t have to send children to die for something they didn’t do? I know the risks, Jack, believe me, I do.” She had allowed herself to hope when he began to come without fail and imagined a life together with him.

A life where they wouldn’t have to leave the farm fearing they’d be caught, a life where they’d have a family together and not worry their children will have to brave an arena. Where no one would face what they had, where no one starved to death or died for knowing they deserve better.

“I won’t say anything about this, but I have my family to think of, Evie! I can’t do that Gina or my mom. You don’t know what they do to people in 2.” There is true fear in his eyes, something that makes her feel as if she doesn’t know what the Capitol is capable of.

“I understand.”

They don’t speak to each other until the games are in full swing. He claims he’s busy training his tributes, but she knows better than to believe that. Part of her fears that he won’t ever come to the farmhouse again, especially as the games draw to an end and he refuses to even meet with her in private.

“He’ll come around, Miss. Smith. They all do.” It’s not Shelby who approaches her at her balcony.

“Have we met?” the dark-haired woman asks the red-haired woman.

Shelby had become a widower in the past year. Some assassination attempt meant for him that took out his insufferable wife ---apparently, she wasn’t liked amongst her peers either according to Clemens. Some thought he ordered the hit to make space for his new lady.

Not Lizzie Stark, she’d moved up the ladder and moved on from Shelby. Married a swell guy who didn’t mind her past and was expecting her first child.

This woman was his right hand, the one who killed Finnick’s rapist and pruned what needed pruning.

The Red Demon, Clemens had named her when they saw her the first night on his arm.

She was pretty, with red curls and green eyes. Too pale to belong to any District, but there was something about her that told the victors she and Tommy had more in common with them than Plutarch and Fulvia.

“Not officially, Lucy Winters, Mr. Shelby's fiancée.” There is no handshaking, there is however an offered cigarette.

“Eva.” Eva had tried to give up the habit but now that Jack isn’t here to keep her grounded, she needs one badly.

“You and your loverboy are on the outs because of it, aren’t you?” to others it would sound like Winters means her killing Laurie and his mom hating her for it.

Those in their secret society, know its because he is not a rebel…yet.

Everyone goes through that phase, Cecelia, who won her games the year before Jack’s at 16, assures her. Cecelia had only joined when she felt her first born move inside her and knew she couldn’t let her children be raised for slaughter. She is pregnant with her second now, not old enough to be reaped but who’s to say where they’ll be in 10 years.

Cecelia claims she knows it in her bones that her children won’t ever be reaped. That

Eva wished she had that certainty.

“He fears repercussions, has a family to think of.” Eva doesn’t lie about his reasons. It was the reason everyone did as they were told.

Victors weren’t invincible.

Prostitution, the mentoring, the inability to do anything meaningful were all to show how powerless they are. Haymitch had only used the arena to win, and he’d lost everyone he loved. Cashmere and Gloss had families too, Enobaria, Jack, Finnick, everyone had someone they didn’t want the Capitol to touch.

And yet Cecelia had been braver than most by having children. Not many victors did, especially after the 25th games. Even the careers feared birthing a child for the slaughterhouse.

“He’ll come round to it; they always do.” The red-haired woman assures her as if knew it. “Might be by the end of the games or in six years, but they always do.”

In 6 years, Gina Nelson will turn 12, the birthday everyone dreads. Nothing like knowing death is coming for your child to make you hate the Capitol.

Eva should know, her mother killed herself on her 12th birthday.

#evacore #jack nelson #jack x eva #they didn't know we were seeds #hunger games au

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the promise

Whenever things get difficult, Will reminds himself of the promise he made to his girls when they were born.

I’ll always be there for you, he said to each and every one of them, eldest daughter to only granddaughter. You’ll never lose me.

And no matter what happens, it will never stop being true. His girls could do anything, anything at all, and Will would still show up for them. It’s what he’s best at. Yet, there are … times. There are times when he doesn’t know what to say, and he knows anything that comes out will be the wrong thing. Like right now, sitting across from Elenore at the dinner table. Elenore, his thirty-nine-year-old daughter, who just told him she’s dating – really dating! – Charlie, the father of her child, a man fourteen years her senior … which wouldn’t feel like a problem if he hadn’t been Will’s childhood friend.

Elenore swears it’s different this time. It looks like Lucy believes her, which doesn’t shock Will. Lucy’s been working overtime to show Elenore she’s on her side since the day she came home and told the family she was pregnant. Emma looks like she’s holding back a (disrespectful) laugh. Will can’t stop gripping his fork.

“Uh-huh,” he says. “Why isn’t he here?”

“I asked him not to be,” Elenore says. “I wanted to talk to you without him. I thought it would be easier, and that you’d be less likely to kill him.”

Will laughs.

“OK, fair enough,” he says. “If you love him …”

“I do love him.”

“Well, then, it makes sense you wouldn’t want him dead.”

Will blinks and tries to picture Elenore as a baby. It’s not hard. She was perfect then, as she is now. But as a baby … she was tender. She needed that promise.

When he looks into her eyes, she is still as tender as she was then. She still needs that promise, and she’ll never stop.

“You were curled up in a ball,” Will says. “You were curled up in a ball, and you wouldn’t stop crying.”

“I was twenty-one,” Elenore says. “I barely knew anything about anything. I still wasn’t really over my first breakup with Sean.”

“And you’re over your divorce from him now?”

Elenore gives him a look. Will knows he’ll apologize to her later. Everybody’s got their hang-ups from growing up Catholic, whether they want to admit it or not. Will’s is divorce.

“It’s been three years,” Elenore says. “I’m an adult. And I love Charlie. It’s not the same as it was then. Veronica … it’s different for her, too. Everyone knows who they are. Or … or, they’re trying to.”

“And what if Charlie changes his mind again?” Will asks.

“Will,” Lucy says. “Don’t put thoughts in her head.”

“No, Mom, it’s OK,” Elenore says. “I’ve thought about it, too. And the truth is, I know we might not last forever. And I … I’m OK with that. Because I’m happy now. Can’t you understand that? Can’t you understand now?”

But all Will can see is tenderness … tenderness and the fear to let her go, to let her fall, when he made her that promise.

“You hemorrhaged,” he says. “When you had Veronica, you hemorrhaged. And I was there the whole time.”

“That could have happened if Veronica had a different father,” Elenore says.

“Yes, but he wasn’t there, Elenore. He was with Carrie. And his son. He didn’t choose you then.”

“He’s choosing me now. That was a very, very long time ago. Everything that’s happened since then …”

“I still grew up with him! He was still my friend!”

“Will,” Lucy says. “Don’t do this. She’s nearly forty. She can make up her mind.”

“Yeah,” Elenore says. “And really, who cares? I already had a kid with him. It’s not like you haven’t had to think about it before. And you didn’t freak out half as much when Emma came home and told us she was dating Michael, and Daniel is her godfather.”

“That was different,” Will says. “We always knew it was a possibility. We just weren’t really counting on it, considering Michael is so … kind of boring. No offense, Emma, baby.”

“None taken,” Emma says. “We’re learning spontaneity.”

Elenore sighs. Will tries to understand it from her point of view, but all he can think about is the horror of watching your daughter, the baby you risked everything for, curl up in a ball and cry because the man she loves doesn’t love her. And he’s supposed to believe that things are different now? That because Charlie says he loves her, he means it?

The look in Elenore’s eyes – those beautiful eyes she got from Lucy, those beautiful eyes Will has never been able to look away from – says yes. He’s supposed to believe it all, or at least pretend like he does.

He remembers the promise again. That he’ll always be there for Elenore. That she’ll never lose him. And she won’t, either.

“OK,” Will says. “I’m listening.”

(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day 4!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: will o'connor #ch: elenore o'connor #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: emma o'connor #dynamic: you're my only hope #year: 2023

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yallemagne · 2 years

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Thinking about class dynamics in the Crew of Light. Some of this is my own headcanon because we don’t have much confirmed information about Jonathan and Mina’s backgrounds

TL;DR: Jonathan and Mina’s lack of self-advocacy could be explained by the rest of the group’s relative superiority over them.

AKA: LET THE HARKERS SPEAK!!

Jonathan and Mina grew up parentless, their closest person to a living relative being Mr. Hawkins (I know we don’t explicitly get told Jonathan is an orphan, but his parents are never brought up, so I assume he and Mina are in the same boat.) I don’t know how early Hawkins came into the picture providing for them, but it is important to note he hadn’t officially adopted either of them until he was dying. They are well-off now because of Hawkins’ inheritance. Mina mentioning that implies they weren’t before.

Both of them refer to the rest of the group formally: Dr. Seward, Mr. Morris, Lord Godalming, Dr. Van Helsing/the Professor. In a way, it’s kind of implied that they both take a subordinate role in the group.

Jack refers to Jonathan as simply “Harker” and Mina “Mrs. Harker” to distinguish them. That’s a bit more formal than how he calls Arthur and Quincey by their names (later adjusting Arthur to Godalming bc of social rules :/) but it’s more like how you would refer to your coworkers.

There’s a sort of imbalance. I know Seward isn’t exactly a noble, but he does own and run a whole hospital, he’s gotta have cash. Quincey I'm not sure about, but considering he is best friends with an English lord, even if he’s got not a penny to his name, he skips the pleasantries (also the American character of course is not held to the same standards of etiquette as the rest). Arthur is a Lord. I don’t know Van Helsing’s socio-economic standing, but he’s older than all the rest of them and so receives the most reverence.

Seeing as the Harkers arrive late (and their relationship to Lucy is largely undermined by the suitors), no matter how much work they put in, they are not in the position to really fight on any big decisions. Van Helsing calls the shots, and Arthur and Seward are just naturally higher in rank than the Harkers. Quincey doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he’s acknowledged.

Jonathan and Mina have problems being open with the group. Quincey might not talk much, but they don’t talk at all. When Mina is left out, she bites her tongue and stays quiet for their sake (she looks to Jonathan, but Jonathan is worried for her safety as a man who has lived through the worst of it and doesn’t even know that this isn’t a relief to her). Then, later, both are left behind for a day, and when Van Helsing plans the chase after Dracula, he plans to leave them out for that, as well. Jonathan does not argue and only says he’ll talk it over with Mina, but he and Mina are both very much not content to be left behind when they, too, swore to kill Dracula.

But finally, it’s Mina to break the silence. All this time, the rest of the group, however passively, have been undermining the Harkers’s say over how they get to help. Jonathan was being left because Van Helsing decided Mina needs someone to guard her and her husband is the best choice, but also, Jonathan is just the easiest person for Van Helsing to dismiss. Jonathan’s suffering is distant, and in Van Helsing’s eyes, he’s cured already anyway. But he isn’t. He’s still having nightmares and he is the most vicious of their party when it comes to the Count - he wants vengeance. And while Mina’s suffering is recent, Van Helsing is satisfied with leaving her behind for about the same reasons as before: she’s a woman.

Meanwhile, he’s taking his merry band of men because the three suitors have proven themselves to him. They all witnessed Lucy, so they are worthy of killing the Count because they were all robbed of her sweetness (kinda :/ chauvinistic but).

We don’t know Jonathan’s relationship with Lucy (she refers to him by first name but whether that is personal closeness or closeness by proxy is up to headcanon [he would be invited to tea with the girls though, that’s important to note]), but we do know that Mina and Lucy were best friends. They were incredibly close and Mina was so competent with keeping Lucy safe that Jack remarks if she and Jonathan were in London, Lucy might not have died. Arthur acknowledges Mina’s love for Lucy as he does Jack’s and Quincey’s, but his hurt takes priority over Mina’s in that scene. Mina is not permitted to avenge Lucy or her husband or even herself because she is a woman, and for so long, she and Jonathan did not contest it because they didn’t feel like they could speak up.

No matter how much camaraderie develops in the Crew of Light, it always reads as two teams smushed together. Van Helsing and the suitors might know the Harkers from the journals and letters and a few interactions that exemplified their strong characters, but they don’t ever seem to truly understand them. Even till the very end.

#dracula #dracula daily #dracula rant #rant #is this a rant? it feels like an unplanned essay #jonathan harker #mina harker #mina murray #van helsing #abraham van helsing #the suitors as well? they are less focused upon #LET THE HARKERS SPEAK!

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dailycharacteroption · 11 months

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Corrupting Influences: Vampirism part 3

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Implications

Though Horror Adventures was released 7 years before the time of writing this, it’s quite auspicious that I’m taking a look at this corruption in the wake of a resurgence in the popularity of vampires, ranging from ironic (Morbius) to genuine (Dracula Daily and the upcoming Last Voyage of the Demeter movie). Heck, a few years ago they put out new revised editions of Vampire the Masquerade. One might say we’re in a vampire renaissance.

But none of that matters right now, because we’re talking about the implications of a slow transformation into a vampire in your game.

As written, this corruption occurs alongside the faster method of transforming prey into a vampire, similar to how the lycanthropy corruption works. In this case, the corruption really becomes a reflection of either the risks of fighting vampires long term, or the depredations of a single vampire. In the former case it lead to stories of who you can trust to help you when you start to turn into the very thing you fight, and who will try to preemptively slay a vampire-to-be. Not to mention the struggle of whether you will join with the vampires once you turn, or continue to fight against them.

In the latter case, however, it can lead to stories either mirroring the events of Dracula the novel, or it might be part of a complex relationship with the vampire that inflicted it upon them. Perhaps they desperately want companionship but fucked up, or maybe they want the victim to suffer before becoming their thrall, and so on.

On the other hand, if your setting replaces the normal transformation with this corruption entirely, then vampires might not be as common in your setting, being limited to singular powerful vampire lords and their spawn. Alternatively, if they are common, they might outnumber the living in lands forsaken by light and benevolent gods, where mortals live in fear of vampire masters, who are always on the lookout for fresh blood in every sense of the phrase.

The existence of this corruption does bring up interesting questions about the nature of the vampiric curse, particularly since there are several other varieties of undead that are classified as vampires or vampire-adjacent beyond the classic vampire, which Pathfinder calls the Moroi. The fact that a corruption exists where a living victim becomes a vampire before dying makes vampirism seem much more insidious than the typical “get killed by a certain undead, rise as the same type, usually under their control” sort of deal that many other undead have.

There is a heavy horror element in the lead up to gaining this corruption, since the victim regularly gets weaker but may not know what is happening to them, forcing the party to work quickly to figure out what is happening to their friend. Perhaps worse though is the prospect of the character knowing what is happening, either from the start or because they figure it out and may or may not be able to stop it, dreading each night. And it doesn’t end once they get the corruption either, as the vampire probably won’t stop feeding on them or at least visiting them to encourage them to fully transform.

Further compounding the nightmare is what happens to you, the person as you begin turning. Constantly there is this thirst for blood. While not truly nourishing, the hunger for it does not cease, and as the corruption progresses, it becomes easier to justify feeding from innocents, citing desperation, the value of one’s own life, and eventually, viewing other lives as cattle.

It’s also worth noting that in the book, when the heroes finally found Lucy after she fully turned, she appeared before them as a creature that had Lucy’s appearance and memories, but none of her soul, her identity replaced by a thing born out of unholy bloodlust. The prospect of becoming something like that, even if the GM allows for the possibility of redemption, could be truly horrifying.

That will do for now, but tomorrow, we’ll take a look at how we can vary up this corruption!

#pathfinder #corruption #vampirism #vampire #Horror Adventures

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catwingsathena · 2 years

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Okay. Unpopular opinion time. (I haven’t been in the Dracula Daily tag in a while because I was seeing some stuff there that was really upsetting me, so I don’t actually know how unpopular this opinion is, but from what I’ve seen I Have A Feeling.)

Jonathan’s declaration on October 3rd that he’ll become a vampire too if Mina becomes one isn’t a good thing, actually. I love him despite it, not because of it. But I do love him despite it, and I think it makes complete sense in light of his character and, especially, the trauma he’s been through.

Minor spoilers (and somewhat lengthy analysis) below the cut:

(At least, I think the spoilers are minor. There’s no actual discussion of what happens beyond this point, although possibilities—that have already been brought up in Dracula Daily—are discussed. Use your good judgement about whether to click on the readmore.)

Don’t get me wrong. I do love Jonathan, very much, and I don’t blame him for feeling this way, for reasons I’ll get into later. But I think it’s important to note here that Mina very explicitly does not want that. She’s literally willing to kill herself to avoid hurting her friends (minor spoilers: it comes up later that, if necessary, the others could kill her and make sure she didn’t turn, by doing the same things they did with vampire Lucy’s body). And, if vampires work the way I interpret them in this novel (and I think my reading is heavily supported by the text), if Mina becomes a vampire, her soul—the real Mina—will be trapped in her body, watching it commit atrocities forever, unable to rest or have any influence over what the body that used to be hers does. The fact that Jonathan is willing to condemn her to that fate, which he himself was willing to face almost certain death to avoid, when she has clearly expressed a preference to do the same if it comes to it, is just as much a violation of Mina’s agency as shutting her out of group vampire hunting was.

And yet I have so much sympathy for Jonathan here. I think this resolution is reflective of a character flaw that’s probably just part of him (and part of what makes him an interesting and realistic character), and. I think a lot of it is a response to the trauma he went through this spring/summer.

For one thing: a huge part of the horror of Jonathan’s experience in Castle Dracula was the sheer, prolonged isolation. For months on end, he had no one to talk to except the man who was psychologically abusing him and probably plotting to kill him. He had no way of contacting the outside world. He was deeply, profoundly alone.

And he has made up his mind that Mina is not going to go through the same thing.

Even if Mina is trapped in her body, she’s still in there. If he can’t save her, he can at least keep her company, even if he’s likewise trapped. She won’t be as crushingly lonely as he was if he has anything to say about it.

Which brings me to my next point.

After what Jonathan went through, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t have some degree of learned helplessness. Some belief, that he will not give voice to even in his own journal, that he is probably actively fighting but that creeps in all the same, that they are doomed and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about that. (Side note: escaping by himself, leaving a scar on the Count with a shovel, and getting another swing in with a giant knife are probably helping with that. But still. He was stuck there for months, walking that tightrope and knowing that if he stepped out of line he’d be killed, having his every attempt at escape or communication brutally thwarted. It’s got to be a Thing.)

So, as hard as he’s trying to resist it? I’m pretty sure there’s a part of Jonathan that believes Mina is going to become a vampire, no matter what he or she or anyone else does to stop it. That Dracula will have his way in the end, and that any attempts to thwart his plans—even so far as keeping Mina from turning—are doomed to fail. And he’s made up his mind that she won’t go into that land alone—that she won’t be there alone, like he was.

Tl;dr Jonathan’s determination to become a vampire with Mina if he has to is a bad call, but it’s grounded in both realistic character flaws and likewise realistic trauma responses, so I don’t really blame him.

#dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #jonmina #trauma mention #death mention #ptsd mention #learned helplessness mention #suicide mention #character analysis #dracula meta #long post under cut #let me know if there’s anything else i need to tag

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[olivia cooke, f, she/her] ever heard about [jacqueline "whiskey" daniels]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [+courageous, +resourceful] but also [-standoffish, -untrustworthy], no wonder they’re called [the runaway]. According to local legend, they’re [nineteen] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [please please please let me get what i want by the smiths] following them. Some say they carry [a hand-me-down walkman, a tattered journal, and a rusty locket] and have been traveling with [the militants].

tldr biography (tw: child abuse)

on the road, whiskey is known as just whiskey. before that, she was jacqueline lucy daniels, named after her late father jack daniels and nicknamed “whiskey” after him as well. despite never having met her father due to his untimely death in vietnam, he’s the only man whiskey has truly ever loved. her mother, annie, married twice after jack. once to warren johnson, who gifted her with a second baby girl named montana, and then again to dale smith after warren passed in a mining accident.

annie’s will to live was dependent on whether or not she had a man, so despite dale being the bottom of the barrel when it came to husbands—he was better than nothing. dale started abusing jackie when she was only ten years old. afraid of the consequences, jackie took every violation of her body in silence. she never told a soul...until she realized that her sister was being abused too. when she and montana came clean to their mama, she immediately left dale. but he cried and hurt himself and begged for her back until eventually, she gave in. and then things were okay for a bit...and then they’d get bad again. the cycle was never ending and annie did nothing to stop it. on the contrary, she blamed her girls for triggering dale to do what he did.

montana ran away first when she was just fourteen. jackie followed suit shortly after at age seventeen. at first, she ran away with the intention of finding her sister...but when she realized how impossible that would be, her goal became to get as far away from home as possible. it was at this point that she became whiskey. she did unthinkable things to survive: sex for money, stealing, breaking and entering. you name it, she’s done it. the rules don’t really matter when you’re living on the outskirts of society, so whiskey doesn’t really care to abide by them. her future is uncertain...all she knows is that she’ll never go back to south carolina. the rest is up to god.

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jacqueline lucy daniels didn’t cry when she broke through her mama’s belly. everyone who had been in the room that day said she looked like a plum when the doctors finally pulled her out—a result of her umbilical cord being wrapped so tightly around her neck that it nearly killed her. in retrospect, jackie wondered if this was her body’s way of warning her or trying to spare her of what was to come.

annie lee daniels brought her first daughter home without her husband at her side. he was in vietnam, fighting for his country like all the good men were back then. she’d prayed and prayed and prayed that whiskey (or jack daniels, if we’re talking legal names) would be home by october of ‘66...that by some miracle he’d be sent back in time to hear jackie’s eventual first cry. but no. so annie sent him letters and tried to fill him in on his little girl’s life as best she could, but the postman never brought her a response. it wasn’t long after jackie’s birth that her mama got the telegram. jack wouldn’t be coming home.

after losing the love of her life in another pointless war, annie was devastated and utterly lost. how was she supposed to raise a baby by herself? bitter and angry at the world, she helplessly packed up the house she shared with her now dead husband and moved back to greenville, south carolina, to the same house she’d been born and raised in. jackie’s grandma, aunts and uncles felt as much like her parents as her mother did, and back then? life wasn’t half bad...dead daddy aside. but then came warren.

warren johnson was beautiful. everyone knew it—even jackie. he had hair as gold as the sun and eyes so blue and so kind they could make even the toughest men cry. it came as a surprise to no one that annie was smitten from day one. warren was a simple man. he was a miner and also a veteran who’d done a couple of tours in vietnam. most importantly, he was crazy about annie and jackie. he stepped into the role of ‘daddy’ faster than anyone else in the family could say ‘shotgun wedding.’ less than a year after they got together and married, warren and annie welcomed jackie’s baby sister, montana. at three years old, there was nothing jackie loved more than the gurgling baby girl her mother had brought home swaddled in a blanket.

life wasn’t kind to annie lee daniels johnson, because just when things were getting good, tragedy struck. again. warren and the other men who worked in the coal mines had started talking about going on strike given the conditions they were forced to work in, but their bosses weren’t having it. and then one day, in the middle of summer, the worst case scenario became reality. jackie was too young to fully grasp what had happened, but she gathered that there had been some sort of accident at work. it had been bad. and now, daddy number two had joined daddy number one in heaven or wherever it was that dead people went.

after warren, jackie watched as her mama became a complete shell of herself. one heartbreak was bad, but two? it was unsurvivable. as annie withered away, jackie got close to her aunt ruth, who helped her figure out how to take care of montana when mama wasn’t feeling up to getting out of bed. it was hard, but jackie did what she had to do. anything for her mama and anything for her sister.

when dale smith came knocking on annie’s door, begging for a chance to take her out on one date, jackie was nearly ten years old. he wasn’t much compared to jackie’s daddy or to motana’s, but he got mama out of bed. that was something. one date turned to two and with a man at her side again, annie had a newfound reason to live. she married dale and finally moved out of her family home with her girls. they were going to be a proper family and it wasn’t long until annie was pregnant again, this time with a boy.

the first time dale touched jackie was when annie was miscarrying in the backseat of his car on the way to the hospital. mama was nearly unconscious and jackie was in the front seat, in a state of complete shock, while dale reached over and did what most men did when no one could see them. after annie and dale lost their baby and the doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to have any more kids, things at home got bad. dale developed a drinking problem, which did nothing to help his anger issues or his inability to keep a job. the more dale drank and the harder it was for him to find work, the more he abused jackie. and it wasn’t just sexual, it was physical too. jackie never told a soul about what dale was doing to her. teachers and family questioned her about the bruises and broken bones, but she always lied. it wasn’t until the bruises started popping up on montana that jackie came clean and told annie. annie immediately left dale, but he found a way to weasel his way back into her arms. and then things would be good for a bit...and then they’d get bad again.

the cycle continued until jackie got to high school. once she was fifteen and started looking more like a woman than a child, her mom turned on her. suddenly she was a whore and it was her fault that dale did what he did. when montana got to high school, she got the same treatment. between the two of them, montana had always been braver. smarter. where jackie still had some hope that things would get better and that they could be normal, montana knew that the only way out of this fucked up situation was to take off. so that’s exactly what she did. jackie was 17 when she woke up and her sister had skipped town. she’d left behind her locket and a note that said you’re the only thing left for me here, but i can’t do this anymore. i love you. xx m. jackie never told her mama about the locket or the note. she let annie go on assuming the worst.

after montana ran away, everything got worse. annie became obsessed with finding her youngest, which meant she was neglecting dale, which meant he was fixated on jackie. given her age, jackie had started working at a local diner to start saving up her own money. it was her get the hell out of south carolina fund and it was her north start. jackie stored all of her cash in a shoebox under her bed, but one day when she got home late at night, a couple of months after montana had snuck out in the dead of night, she found the box empty. she knew immediately that dale had taken it, of course he had. after a disappointing confrontation with her mother about everything that had happened to her and to her sister since dale had walked into their lives, jackie decided she was done too. annie would never leave dale and dale would never stop. so, with nothing but the work uniform on her back and the locket and note her sister had left behind, jackie walked out the door to the nearest highway and stuck her thumb out. anywhere was better than here.

life on the road was lonely and scary for a while. but things got easier once she succumbed to her bad luck. she started doing unspeakable things for money like stealing and sleeping with men who offered to pay her. eventually any trace of jacqueline lucy daniels was gone. a few months of doing what she had to do to survive and she was no longer the meek, innocent girl who still believed she’d find her sister somewhere out there. now she was whiskey, like her father. cold, strong, esoteric and independent. she knew the rules of the road and how to stay alive on the streets.

now it’s been two years since she last walked out her mama’s door. she still wears montana’s locket, now rusted, but the note is long gone. she stole a walk-man from a fifty-something she slept with somewhere in arkansas and her crappy knapsack holds her journal, her most prized possession, but is otherwise stuffed with crappy hand-me-down clothes and mixtapes containing morrisey’s croons and janis joplin’s belts. she’s not scared of dying anymore. all she knows is that she’ll never go back to south carolina. the rest is up to god.

stats

Athletics: 0

Burglary: 3

Contacts: -2

Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.): 2

Deceive: 3

Drive (like, actual driving ability): -3

Empathy: -2

Fight: 2

Investigate: 2

Lore (Kinda like knowledge): 1

Navigation: 0

Notice: 3

Physique: 2

Provoke: 0

Rapport: -1

Resourcefulness: 3

Stealth: 3

Will: 2

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mainebecca · 2 years

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(Because somehow Pilar’s ghost is talking to her).

Hey, Becca. Heard you went up against Adam fuckin’ Smasher, got out alive. Not sure whether to call you a gonk or shake your hand. Well, seein’ as I can’t shake your hand, may as well call you a gonk. Heh, but for real, Becca, sorry I flatlined the way I did. I know, I know, wasn't my fault, but I wish you hadn’t seen it. And I know we both acted like a couple of gonk little kids while we were alive, but just for the record, you were always the best gonk little kid sister I could ask for, even if you did shoot my new hand after telling you to tip David (what the fuck, by the way?) Then again, guess that’s what brothers and sisters are for, right? Anyway, what I’m tryin’ to say is, I love ya, sis, and I’m glad you got away from Smasher. Don’t even think about flatlining anytime soon; Night City doesn’t give out second chances often. I know how sappy I sound, but I just wanted to give you a bit of closure, I guess. Not nearly enough time to say everything I should have when I was alive, but yeah. Love ya, sis. I’ll be watchin’ out for you. Maybe I’ll even haunt Smasher a bit. So, yeah. Be seein’ ya. Give the crew my regards.

(Sorry for the sudden feels trip).

Becca was silent. She didn't know if she was finally going crazy? Or whatever counted as a "God" on high was showing her some kind of twisted mercy... All that mattered what she was finally hearing Pilar talk to her again. She smiled every now and again, even giving the spirit a laugh or two here and there.

What could she say in return? I love you too? David killed the bastard that took you away? All those thoughts running through her head just made her chest feel tighter and tighter. Rebecca knew she was getting upset, but the urge to go for her gun wasn't there. She didn't know what this feeling was until it finally hit...there, alone in her apartment...Rebecca had finally caved and let the tears fall.

"Heh...you're the fucking gonk... There you go again. Always pushing everything onto me. You don't have to apologize to me, bro... You said it first, it wasn't your fault. But, I'll do it... David and Lucy are up on the moon right now. You could probably flip them off from where you are.~ Maine...and Dorio should be around there somewhere with you...as well as that bitch, Kiwi."

A pause. Just to wipe her eyes and collect her nerves before she spoke further. "Hey, Pilar? Love you too, dumbass..."

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sarah-dipitous · 9 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 242

The Devil in the Details/The Magician’s Apprentice

“The Devil in the Details”

Plot Description: Lucifer offers Sam a deal during a tense encounter in the Cage. When the fallout from the smiting sidelines Dean, Castiel checks on Amara’s fate

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: why did Santa just kill Crowley? Oh…it’s Lucifer as Santa and we’re in Rowena’s dream…so I suppose no one actually died???

Of course Sam is gonna bet on Dean saving him…that’s what this entire show is. One of them saving the other all the time

I’m very confused how we got to some other room in hell…where Crowley is now threatening Rowena…again

I’m not mad at Rowena angling to be queen of heaven, hell, everything alongside Lucifer

Man, I’m eating dinner, did we need Dean vomiting on the side of the road??

Nah, Dean, you need to stay out or turn around, we don’t need you turning to a pillar of salt

Why IS Sam getting Ghost of Christmas Past’d by the devil??

Why does that look like the reaper…I THOUGHT THAT WAS HER!! I like being right. We need to see her more, she’s interesting

It’s not about who’s lecturing you about hurting people, it’s about what you stand for. Lucifer has his agenda and he’s not shy about it, but he’s not wrong about you and Dean choosing each other over everyone else instead of the very first sentence in the Winchester credo, “SAVING PEOPLE.”

Lucifer is so fun, honestly. He’ll make a very passionate argument to Sam about how Sam needs him because Sam’s not strong enough, and the second Sam’s like “and you are?” He hits him with “snappin necks and cashin checks is what I do” who ARE you, sir?! What

Omg this angel Cas has teamed up with. She NEEDS to up her self esteem, that or I don’t trust her. She called both of them expendable

I don’t like that Crowley’s got his hands on something called a witchcatcher

Ok…their names don’t rhyme as much as she made it sound. And a LOT of angels have the -iel at the end of their names

Guess it doesn’t matter if I didn’t trust Ambriel, she’s gone now :/

“My brother always had horrible taste in men” I like the insinuation that god is gay

WHAT DID AMARA DO TO CAS?????

I don’t like what’s happening to my faves. So the witchcatcher makes a witch follow any command given by…I’m not really sure. Dean put it on her but Crowley has control

CAN EVERYONE STOP MUTILATING MY ANGEL

I love how goofy Luci gets when he’s actually getting really serious about stuff, and I’m glad he did because he turned what I was considering to be a waste of a trip to hell into something interesting, a literal cage fight

Two angels and two humans enter, who will leave?? The boys and Cas are staggering out, Lucifer is back in his real cage.

Why did Sam salute Cas? What a weird fuckin move…

Look. I will NEVER say that Crowley keeping Rowena in hell like this is good, but it IS probably the only way he was ever going to find out why she hates him so much

Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Cas is Lucifer’s vessel. Misha’s so fuckin goofy, but he IS very good at the other actor’s mannerisms

I don’t like what this means for Rowena…there’s a minute left including credits and I’ve paused because I don’t trust what Lucifer’s gonna do to the only person who has the ability to open the Cage

Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! She can’t be GONE gone (I went on imdb to spoil myself on whether this is the last we see of her. It’s not, and there are some interesting things down the line. But we do have to say good bye to her for the next like 8 episodes)

So that was not…the most fun episode for me, specifically

“The Magician’s Apprentice”

Plot Description: when Earth’s skies freeze over, Clara needs her friend, but where is the Doctor?

Oh absolutely not what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck is this opening??? Why are there hands just sticking up from the ground? Why did one pull that guy down into the ground in a giant hole and AND WHY

Omg…omg…omg. This kid the Doctor showed up to help…is Davros. Oh that’s so very interesting. He just gave his sonic screwdriver to the leader, nay the creator of the Daleks

This guy is going around looking for the Doctor to deliver a message from Davros, but this best not be the last time the Doctor faces Davros. Moffat can’t have this

Oh. THAT kind of frozen. Like…things in the sky are stuck in place, mostly planes from what I can see. Doesn’t seem like birds are affected

Oooooooo, what’s Missy up to?? So SHE’S got the planes stuck??

The SHADE. And I’m not talking about the one caused by the airplane directly over the heads of Clara and Missy. The Doctor sent Missy his will because it gets sent to a Time Lord’s closest friend. Clara tried to grab it thinking Missy was delivering it to her and it zapped her. Missy tells Clara she’s not the Doctor’s friend, Clara asks what she is then, Missy directs her attention to a passing couple walking their dog and goes “you’re the puppy”

I love evil women and when they incidentally do good things and when they do them in goofy ways. She’s a delight

Look. I know he’s goin through some shit, what with it being the day before he dies, but what is the Doctor doing???

You ever seen a man who was really just several dozen snakes in a robe?? I guess that’s why it made sense that he appeared to glide everywhere, he was really slithering

Omg…In not helping Davros as a child, did the Doctor create his greatest enemy?? In abandoning him to his death while a scared child, in taking off in the TARDIS, he —

Woah woah woah, the guy the Doctor was supposed to be in an ax fight with is one of those secret Daleks?!

Missy’s sort of rivalry with Clara is interesting. I can’t tell if it’s good or not yet, but their interactions are pretty fun as of now

THEY’VE BEEN ON SKARRO THIS WHOLE TIME??

Seeing both the Doctor and Missy be absolutely terrified of being here is kind of cool. It’s honestly just cool to see more than one Time Lord react to an outside threat.

I just don’t believe both Missy and Clara are gone and i especially can’t believe the TARDIS is destroyed. That’s so many things to take from the Doctor

OH. It’s like that?! He didn’t go back in time to show compassion to child Davros. He only went back in time to KILL Davros. Stop making this dumbass mistake

I thought the pacing felt weird…and now that I know it’s a two parter, that makes sense

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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abogaboga · 3 years

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THE DAYS • PETER/ YB

requests: open

warnings: yandere-behavior, talk of depression & sucide attempts. 18+ (creator’s wishes, respect them).

⚠️ reader discretion is advised ⚠️

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this one is a bit darker and explores darker themes, so again reader discretion is advised. this is lowkey a filler part but the next part might be the final one, i haven’t decided yet. anyways, part three, let’s go!

part one • part two

YBF belongs to @/y0urb0yfriend & @/invertedmindinc

Some days were harder than others. There were days you couldn’t keep up the facade. You were either extremely angry or extremely sad, there was no in between.

On the angry days, you wanted to kill him.

You would plot in your head all the ways you could do it. Giving him a heavy dose of the sleeping pills, the ones he always gave you, in hopes he would never wake up. Or slipping the rat poison from the basement into a drink of his and watching his body slowly turn on him. Till the point where his body finally gives out. You often think of just duking it out, inflicting the same, if not more, physical pain he’s caused you. Maybe you’ll stab him, or cut his limbs off one by one until he’s just a nub of a person. You could probably choke him with the electrical wire that sits behind the tv. Or even just beat him to death with the bat, the same bat he used to knock you out and kidnap you. The possibilities were endless.

But… you knew you couldn’t do any of it. Peter was too smart and too strong for you to ever get the best of him. Although he claims to love you, you know he doesn’t trust you. With good reason of course, he did kidnap you after all. You’ve tried to cook for him before but he always says he’s not hungry or he just ate. Same with drinks. And he never leaves you alone for too long. Maybe fifteen to twenty minutes top. Guess he doesn’t want you getting any ideas.

The angry days are when you’re the most bold. When you don’t care whether you live or die because you’re sick of it all. You talk back and you argue, much to Peter’s disdain. These are the days when things get the most physical, it’s almost never a fair fight, given how much stronger he is than you. You’ve gotten him a few times, like the scar on his right cheek, you did that when slashed him with a knife. Of course, Peter is always practically unscathed in comparison to you. You have the bruises, scars and broken bones to prove it.

On the sad days, you could barely get out of bed.

Thinking about all the lives that have fallen victim to Peter’s insane clutches. TK, Lucy, Don and probably others you have no idea about. You often blame yourself for their deaths, if they weren’t trying to help you, they would be alive and well. You think about how they were killed, was it quick? Was it slow? Did he torture them? …you like to think it was quick and painless. On these days, Peter gets restless. He can’t decipher what’s going on in your head, no matter how hard he tries you won’t leave the bed. It’s like you’re in a vegetative state. You stare at the wall, your eyes void of any sort of emotion. You refuse to eat, talk, get up and stretch, nothing.

You know this frustrates him but you don’t care. Maybe if he was normal, he wouldn’t have to deal with this. Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with this. The sad days can last several days at a time. They can come and go, almost like waves. You noticed, the longer they last, the more frustrated he becomes. The frustration slowly turns to anger. He calls you a slew of things. Ungrateful, selfish, pathetic, the list goes on. He’s only trying to solicit a reaction from you, that much you know. He doesn’t get one though. But he has his “sweet” moments too, trying to comfort you. Tell you it is not your fault and this is how things have to be. Of course, that’s a lie but you let him talk. The most you do these days is pull the covers over your head, just to signal that you don’t feel like being bothered. He respects that at least.

You like the angry days more than the sad ones.

Because when you’re angry you feel something. You feel the hot, bubbling rage of it all. And you know exactly who you’re mad at, you can take it out on him. You can fight both verbally and physically, and by the end of it you feel somewhat better. Peter looking at you as if you’re the crazy one gives you hope. Hope that one day he’ll just give up and kill you. Finally, put an end to your suffering.

The sad days exhaust you. You feel empty and soulless. But at the same time, you feel heavy. Like there are chains tying you to the bed and when you try to move it hurts. You can’t take your feelings out on Peter because you don’t have the energy to. And the thoughts of them plague you worse than any sickness. Being in that bed makes you realize how real your situation is. You are trapped by a love-sick psychopath. And the worst truth of it all, no one was coming to save you. It makes you doubt your own self, makes you think that you don’t have what it takes to get out of there. And it makes you want to accept your fate. Or at least find a different way out.

You’ve tried to kill yourself.

One too many times for a single lifetime. Peter cries every time, and you enjoy it. Making him suffer, that makes you wonder if you're just as insane as him. Your choices on how to do it are limited, there are things locked in the house and again, he doesn’t leave you alone for very long.

The first time was when he went to the grocery store, it was in the beginning when he first kidnapped you so he didn’t know your exact mental state. You got a bottle of sleeping pills and alcohol. You took all the pills and then chased them with half of the bottle of alcohol and just waited. The next thing you remembered was the feel of Peter's fingers going down your throat, triggering your gag reflex and making you vomit all over yourself and him. You remember his face, it was shocked and worried. He held you tightly, not even caring about the throw up, and he cried.

The second time, he was in the room right next to you. You were in the bathroom, brandishing a knife you stole from the kitchen. You planned on stabbing yourself, right through the heart. You hoped that you’d bleed out before he noticed that you were in the bathroom for a while. As you held the knife to your chest, your hands trembled, you wanted to do it. But you couldn’t silence the part of your brain that was telling you, this shit is gonna hurt. You must’ve taken too long because Peter came into the bathroom, a serious look adorning his face. He quickly grabbed your wrist tightly, making you drop the knife. He pulled you close to him and you cried into his chest. Not because you felt bad for attempting such a thing, you cried because you couldn’t go through with it. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair. Whispering that things would be alright, that you’ll be alright.

The third and most recent time, you tried a different approach. You tried to rile him up to the point where he would be in a blind rage and just snap. And for a while you were doing it, you could tell he was just on the edge but.. you must’ve looked too hopeful cause he caught on. He went deathly silent and left the room. You followed him and continued to provoke him, you even pushed him around a little. To no avail. Peter just calmly told you that he would never kill you and that there was nothing you could say that would make him do so. And you figured he was right, you had called him every name in the book. Insane, psycho, deranged, bastard, unworthy so on and so forth. So, that was the end of that. He punished you by making you sleep in the basement but checked on you periodically from time to time.

Ever since you decided to play his game, you haven’t attempted anything. No matter how tempted you were, after the whole choking fiasco, you wanted to do something that would hurt him. And you knew any pain you inflicted or tried to inflict on yourself, would, in turn, hurt Peter. But it also damaged trust and that wasn’t a risk you wanted to take. You still had your angry days but you tried to repress the simmering rage and bite your tongue. And on the sad days, you made an effort to get out of bed and eat something but you still didn’t speak. However, no matter the day, you always hoped and prayed that you would get the chance to escape. In any way, you can, no matter the cost.

Some days were just harder than others.

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angelictrl · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request some hcs for the brothers + undateables taking care of a gn!MC while they're in hospital? (I'll leave the reason they're in hospital up to you) Thanks!!

DEMON BROS TAKING CARE OF AN MC IN THE HOSPITAL.

ofc !! i'm going to write the undateable ver. and link it here later since this got longer than i thought it would if you don't mind <3

LUCIFER

tries to be there for you but can't stop himself from drowning in his work.

don't get me wrong - he most certainly is attentive to your needs and visits you often - but he still puts all the blame on himself no matter the cause for you being put in the hospital.

this is because it reminds him of when he and his brothers fell.

not only did he have to get accustomed to the devildom, but he had to suffer the loss of his sister, deal with his new demonic form, and raise satan all while being diavolo's righthand man.

so naturally, being the eldest and also the one who started the great celestial war, he always felt at fault for how things turned out; although he'd rather die than say it aloud.

you being put in the hospital makes him feel like he failed you, he failed to save you, failed to protect you, even if he hides it with a poker face and instead drowns in his work.

please - this is one of the only times you'll see a vulnerable luci.

cupping his face tenderly with your hands as he sits by your bedside late at night, he refuses to cry, but definently has a gloomy expression.

he can't lose you too. he cant fail you.

as soon as you're discharged though, he makes sure to keep you by his side more often.

late night office dates, anyone?

he'll hold you close and try to be slightly more affectionate in public.

this whole scenario has reminded him just how mortal you are, and he hates that someone who's just as angelic as you is trapped inside of a fragile and weak body.

MAMMON

clingy asf

probably the first one to find out mc's in the hospital.

he's downright upset at first. normally he's attached to your hip, so the one time he leaves you alone, ya wind up in the hospital? he knew you were too much of a fragile human to be left alone!

he refuses to let anyone near you as you recover - besides the doctors and nurses, of course, but even then he eyeballs them to make sure they're being gentle with you.

he goes on a rant/lecture about how you're just some weak human who needs him by your side and how you shouldn't have gone off on your own, but as soon as you frown or pout while averting your gaze, his whole demeanor flips.

he's just really worried about you.

he's a big tsundere, yes, but he cares so much about you and he's not sure how to convey his emotions as he's never felt this way about anyone before.

"h-hey, i'm not mad at ya. just... i'm your first. no, i don't care if i'm in the middle of a scheme, i'll always make time for ya... so don't go off alone, okay?!"

buys you tons of gifts before and after you've left the hospital

definitely won't leave you alone for the first few weeks of being discharged

really, he's clinging onto you like you have more value than goldie

and truly, he wouldn't admit it, but you do.

LEVIATHAN

probably gets told by one of his brothers since he's hiding out in his room as per usual.

first, he almost summons lotan in anger to get revenge for mc if they got hurt by someone, but whether that is or isn't the case, he soon calms down once he recognizes something.

this is just like the 78th episode of TSL he was watching when the lord of shadows returns the favor to henry for helping him through his familial problems by taking care of him!!

well then. now levi's been inspired to be the best lord of shadows he can for his henry.

oh, and i guess he'll do it anyways because he cares about mc's wellbeing to begin with or wtv... /s

nonetheless, snek boi brings a bunch of games, movies, and mangas to mc as he camps out in their hospital room with them.

you better be prepared to binge watch all of TSL and fall asleep to whatever sounds are coming from his game beside your bed - not that you have much of a choice, anyways.

his brothers probably try to pull him away from you as he's clingy boy #2 and staying up having gaming marathons can't be good for your recovery, so you can bet your little human butt you're going to find yourself staying in levi's room for a couple of days after you've left the hospital.

definently places ruri-chan or any other anime-related stickers on your casts (if you have any) or cheeks to cheer you up.

bonus: he totally tries to sneak in henry 2.0 to keep you company when he can't be there and if he succeeds, he relies on henry to give him reports of your health.

SATAN

pissed if someone else landed you in the hospital. nearly goes on a rampage and his brothers just barely manage to stop him.

probably one of the best people to keep you company once he calms down, though.

definitely visits you at the same hour everyday to bring you books he suggests you read.

if you're not up for reading any, he'll suggest reading them to you, or suggest something else entirely different.

stays overnight a couple times with an audiobook playing in the background or with an open book on his chest.

doesn't mind falling asleep in weird positions anyways considering the way his room is set up.

watches detective dramas late at night when you're asleep like a dork lol

definitely watches cute cat compilations with you if you're feeling down for any particular reason and will stroke your hair to calm you down.

10/10, soft satan is best satan <3

ASMODEUS

probably screams tbh

that can't be good for your skin!! all that stress on top of being sick/hurt is going to make you break out!!

practically dashes to visit you with skin care & beauty products although you're advised not to use them by your doctors atm

asmodeus has never been so salty.

though, he is concerned about your overrall being.

it honestly scares him how much he cares about you. especially in this state because he's never cared so much for anyone else other than his brothers or himself in a long time.

most likely to cry (besides mammon) if you cry since he already has tears stinging his eyes.

he starts neglecting his own nightly routines to stay overnight with you.

if you start to point it out or ask him why he's doing this, he'll just sit there in astonishment processing your words.

you matter so much to him? like, duh, of course he's going to be here, why wouldn't he? he doesn't care about anything else other than you and your recovery right now and-

oh.

you matter... more than him... to him...?

...ya broke him.

when you're asleep, he watches you silently for a change, caressing your cheek delicately with soft eyes focused on your relaxed features.

he gets a strange feeling in his chest - and not like the ones he gets from excitement over his quick hookups - no, no, this one is a foreign feeling. it's, dare he say, euphoric.

BEELZEBUB

just like lucifer, he feels guilty.

he already lost lilith. he can't lose you too.

he probably needs more reassuring that you're going to be okay than you do, honestly.

he plops down onto the couch in your room and intensely stares at your sleeping form as he stress eats.

on a funnier note, he has the nurses doing laps around the hospital bringing him food and he says "it's for mc" to them, but we all know who it's really for.

he's the softest he's ever been with you.

you thought he was a teddy bear before? he's practically made of stuffing by now.

when you're sad, he wants to reassure you, but you look so sickly and frail that he holds you like your glass.

please reassure this behemoth of a man that you're going to be okay, he really loves you and wouldn't forgive himself if he made things worse.

most definitely takes you out to a restaurant to treat you once you've fully recovered.

BELPHEGOR

he already beats himself up over the attic thing, so if anyone had hurt you enough to put you into the hospital, his anger would probably rival the avatar of wrath and they'd go missing.

squeezes himself onto your bed to cuddle you while being mindful of your iv.

if that doesn't work, well, then he just drapes himself over your legs. he's gonna find a way to be with you, and you can't stop him (y'know, unless you flat out tell him or look like you're uncomfortable).

if all else fails, he settles for mushing his cheek against one arm propped against your bedside as his other hand is occupied holding yours.

he's pretty much like one of those therapy cats LMAO

lots n lots of sleepy cuddling. after all, rest is essential for your recovery, right?

when you two can't sleep, you have movie nights bingewatching the worst rated movies and shows in the devildom and the two of you go cinema sins on them.

v clingy after you get discharged and holds you noticeably tighter to his chest.

"stop doing stupid things that could kill you, you idiot."

obey me masterlist. | undateables version.

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