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roosterr · 10 months

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white flag ✹ ch 4

note: i had to rewrite this chapter TWICE. im sick of it so pls enjoy. also forgot to mention on here that I have been away this week on a little holiday. didn't stop me writing tho lol.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 2.3k

no use of y/n

readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: while you're gone on a mission, ghost has time to ponder your relationship, and comes to a long awaited realisation

warnings: ghost's pov, mentions of blood and injury, lil bit of angst

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ghost never knew how to feel about you.

at first, he really did hate you; you were the bright-eyed new recruit with seemingly endless optimism, he simply couldn't help but be annoyed by you. honestly, he half expected you to tap out a week into the job. you were just so… normal, he found it hard to believe you were cut out for this line of work.

of course, he trusted price's decision to hire you, and deep down ghost knew he wouldn't have recruited you if he didn't think you could handle it, but he looked down on you anyway. it didn't matter how good price thought you were, you'd have to earn ghost's respect.

it was infuriating, the way you fit so easily into the dynamic of the team. they all liked you right off the bat, even the captain, who was notoriously hard to impress. he observed you from afar, watching how you easily broke down their walls and fell into place next to them like it was nothing.

if he was honest with himself, he might have even called it jealousy. it seemed that everything was so natural to you; everything that he struggled with, you did with such ease you made it look like child's play. he especially hated the way you could just be a person. you didn't lock up every time someone spoke to you, you didn't need to sit with a visual on every available exit, and you didn't need to analyse every person you met in the fear that the second you turn your back they'll stab you in it.

you pissed him off, but what was worse than anything else about you, is that ghost had to fight with himself not to like you too.

it was the first time he got sent on an assignment with you that he began to understand why everyone seemed to get along with you so well. the ruthless efficiency with which you did your job was almost shocking to see. he couldn't have predicted how well the two of you worked together; like a well oiled machine, by the end of the mission he didn't even need to communicate verbally, you could just tell what his next move would be.

he finally understood why price fought so hard to get you on the one-four-one – and he finally found it in himself to respect you.

but that didn't change the way he felt about you beyond the field. you were soft, too kind, and too optimistic, you weren't hardened by the job like him. so he went out of his way to be tougher on you than he was with the others, and he rationalised it by telling himself he was helping you; that without a little toughening up, this world would break you, and for some reason, he couldn't stand the thought of that.

when you started to resent him back, it made his stomach feel heavy in a way he'd never felt before. it was new, and uncomfortable, and it scared him. he wasn't sure when he first noticed it, but it only got worse when he came to the realisation that you didn't care for him like you did for gaz and soap.

you could joke around so easily with them, but you go quiet when he enters the room. you never meet his eyes, and make sure to never be physical with him. when he addresses you over comms, you answer with a quick 'yes sir' and that's the end of it. ghost would never admit it, but the distance between you hurt – even if it was by design.

as he lay awake that night, he thought about what it would be like if you treated him the same way you treated the others. he couldn't stop the tiny smile that pulled at his lips as he imagined laughing with you, sitting next to you, touching you.

he imagined you, taking his calloused hand into your own, so gentle and kind like you always were, and the way his pulse skyrocketed scared him into staying up the rest of the night.

after that, the way he saw you changed. where he used to think you were soft – and therefore weak – instead he saw the way you chose to be kind. when once your constant jokes with the others was an inability to take things seriously, now it was your specialty way to keep up morale, and ghost actually found himself chuckling at a few of your quips.

it was like his entire perspective had shifted, everything about you that used to annoy him gradually became something he appreciated about you.

it took him a while, but he finally came to the conclusion that he… liked you.

but it was bittersweet, because he already knew you didn't want him, and he doubted you ever would. you'd never see him in the same light, he'd ruined his chances before he even knew he wanted one.

maybe it was for the best, though. you deserved better, someone who would treat you right, someone normal. he already knew you didn't want him, and he could never blame you for that. people like you don't fall in love with people like him, that's just the way it is.

so he resigns himself to burying the feelings he harbours for you. you never had to find out, if you did you'd surely be disgusted by someone like him being interested in you. he couldn't handle rejection like that, not from you.

when price told him he'd have to take you in when your house burned down, he was fucking terrified. it shook him to his core, how much he liked the idea of the two of you living under the same roof. he did his best to avoid you, leave you in peace like he assumed you wanted; but you – wonderful, kind you – wouldn't just leave him to his misery.

you were being nice to him, and he couldn't figure out why. he assumed it was because he was doing you a favour by letting you stay with him; he couldn't even trick himself into believing that you might be doing it because you liked him.

every night, he'd go back to that fantasy of existing with you, by your side instead of at arm's length. you were so close, just a single door separating you, his hands started sweating every time he passed by the living room.

he knew he was a goner the morning you woke up before him. he'd scarcely ever seen you in a casual setting, but walking into the kitchen and being greeted by you sitting at the table, the domesticity of it all hit him like a bullet to the chest.

it was exactly what he wanted, and it scared the shit out of him, so he panicked. he needed to stay away from you, for your own good, so he did what the ghost does best.

he ran away.

he didn't even consider what you'd think, he just had to get away, before he said something he'd end up regretting.

when you came through the door, soaking wet, and laid into him – which he knew he deserved – he immediately regretted leaving you behind. seeing you cry, knowing it was because of him, it made him feel sick. he knew he never wanted you to feel that heartache again, especially if it was because of him.

he'd give anything to start again with you, go back to the beginning and do it all right this time, but the only thing he could do was try and make up for what he'd put you through.

the hot chocolate was a peace offering; he knew you loved it – he even knew about the stash you had of it hidden in price's office, away from the other soldiers. he half expected you to just tell him to piss off, but when you accepted it, he felt his heart soar.

it ignited a spark of hope within him. more than anything, he just wanted you to like him, it didn't matter if you never saw him the way he wanted you to.

he intended on waking you up the next evening, before he left for the pub, but when he saw how peaceful you looked while you slept, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you.

you stayed with gaz and soap most of the night, and he spent the night watching you from the bar and dimly lit corners, assuring himself that you were okay. when it came time to drag you home with him, he had never been so nervous. taking care of people was the exact opposite of his strong suit, especially when they started crying at him.

he almost couldn't believe his ears when you said you liked him.

he'd dragged you home with an arm wrapped around your waist, his head feeling light as a feather. by all accounts, he should've been annoyed at having to look after you in your inebriated state, but he found himself smiling under his mask the whole way home – even when you almost threw up on him.

when you rested your head on his shoulder on the bathroom floor, he might've actually short-circuited. all thoughts except for you evacuated his mind, and a wonderfully warm feeling blossomed in his chest that made his stomach flutter like never before.

he came so close to spilling his guts to you, but then he remembered that you were drunk, and you most likely wouldn't remember it if he did. so he resigned himself to tucking you into bed with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

the next day, sitting on that park bench with you, laughing with you like he'd wanted to for so long – it was everything to him. it sent his pulse through the roof, it was complicated, and it was so pleasantly warm.

the logical part of him knew that this would only end painfully for him, but found himself willing to risk that if it meant more of these moments with you.

but of course, he'd fucked it all up at the first opportunity. he'd screamed in your face and he had yet to even apologise for it – for any of it. he felt immeasurably guilty, but he was so scared he couldn't even force himself to be around you.

even price had yelled at him for how he'd treated you. you were traumatised, you had a very real phobia as a result of the house fire, and he felt like a fucking fool for not noticing. he swore to himself he'd make it up to you, he'd grovel at your feet for the rest of his life if he had to, and if you never forgave him he still wouldn't blame you.

he regretted it – of course he did. he let his fear consume him; the fear of you getting hurt, of losing you, and not being able to do anything to save you.

almost as soon as the words had passed his lips, he realised what he was doing, he heard himself. the anger in his voice, the fearful look in your eyes as they glistened with tears, it was everything he didn't want to be.

he felt just like his–

no. he refused to even entertain that thought. he'd never be… that. you deserved so, so much better than the broken husk of man that he was. no matter what he did, he would never deserve you; and it was selfish, but he still hoped that you could somehow forgive him.

it's only been a few days since you left on that assignment for laswell, but he's found that being alone in his house didn't bring him the same comfort it used to. the silence never bothered him before, in fact he greatly preferred it, but now it just felt empty. like there was something missing, leaving a hole in the space it used to occupy.

deep down, the rational part of simon knows that it's you, of course it is, but you wanted nothing to do with him right now. he knew he had to fix things, he would never get over the hollow feeling in his chest if he didn't. that's why he was currently standing at the edge of the runway in the middle of the night, watching the ramp of the helo lower to reveal you, gaz, and the captain.

you looked shattered, like you hadn't slept for days – which was probably true – and he was suddenly overcome with the urge to gather you into his arms and not let go. he wondered if the remnants of dried blood that were visible on your hands and face were yours.

he felt his heart rate pick up as you made your way closer to him, his icy stare softening when he sees how you drag your feet across the tarmac.

when you were close enough, he reached his hand out to grasp your arm, opening his mouth to speak, but he never makes contact.

you sidestep him, and he feels his heart break in his chest. any words he was planning on saying die on his tongue as he turns to watch you slip through the doors without a hint of acknowledgement to him.

price gives him a rough pat on the shoulder as he and gaz pass by. "fix it, simon." he murmurs, before disappearing through the doors as well, leaving him alone outside the building.

he will fix it – he'd do whatever it takes because simon doesn't just need you, he's come to the alarming conclusion that he loves you – he just has no idea how.

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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What are the Harbingers like when they’re jealous?

if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can.

Imagine the Harbingers when they're jealous.

Pierro is at the age where it’s simply too late to get immaturely jealous. He values independence and won’t meddle too much in your affairs. Of course, he’ll be there if anything serious or dangerous happens, but with his position, you’ll need to adjust to being apart for various lengths of time. Therefore, Pierro won’t be mad when you talk to others. In fact, he’ll encourage it considering how he doesn’t want you to feel too lonely. Though, he’ll advise you to stay away from certain Harbingers… Anyway, Pierro doesn’t exactly get jealous, but rather, sad. He’s happy to see you all lively and joyful with others, someone as bright and pure as you deserve it. After all, a sinner like him has no right to dictate who you should interact with or how you should feel. At the same time, Pierro can’t help but feel a twinge of sorrowfulness. Perhaps you would be more happy without him. Unintentionally becomes more distant from you and won’t say anything until you notice first. Please sit him down and explain to him how much you love and him you’ll never leave him for anyone. He’ll appreciate that a lot.

Dottore considers himself to be smart enough now not to fall for the jealousy trap. He’s lived for hundreds of years, obtained unspeakable and great knowledge, and is able to bring even Gods to his feet. There is no reason for him ever to feel a frivolous emotion such as jealousy. He’s confident in himself, and he’s confident in you. There is no one he’s been with longer than you, and he trusts you, to continue to be a constant in his life. Even if he does get jealous, it’ll probably be by his clones hogging you and even then he could send them off with a snap of his fingers. And well, I doubt anyone else would come up to you when there’s always a version of Dottore near you. Though, there are some clones from his younger years that you can easily tell when they’re jealous. It’s honestly a bit funny but nostalgic to see how different he is. You remember when he’d get all silent whenever you had to leave your shared dorm room in the Akademiya. (He didn’t want you mingling with those incompetent scholars because he feared for your intelligence, he claimed. You knew he was just jealous and lonely.)

Columbina is a bit surprised at her jealousy. She likes to take things easy and not too seriously, so the feeling of a stab of envy is new to her, but she welcomes it. Columbina believes that this is all part of the joy of relationships, discovering new emotions and things about each other, so she won’t take it too seriously. She’ll actually be happy that she feels for you so much, that she’s able to get jealous. It’s quite an accomplishment and milestone! Though if the person ever makes you uncomfortable, they’re next on her hit list. Columbina tends not to understand the concept of personal space sometimes, so she’ll just stroll up to you and hug you from behind, or rest her head on your shoulders, whatever she’s in the mood for, and just… smile. This usually is enough for the other person to back off and leave you alone. If you ask Columbina about her jealousy, she won’t hide or deny it, and instead hum and weave a pleasing string of words about how only a fool wouldn’t be possessive of you. Perhaps she’s more devilish than we give her credit for?

Capitano is the confused one. The feeling has been following him around all day, and he can’t seem to pinpoint where or when it started. You’re going to have to notice something is a bit off with your lover because he most likely won’t go to you first. Capitano has a bit of a problem with showing vulnerability. He’s expected to be the unmoving, sturdy, and dependable Captain at all times, so having to put his walls down can be quite hard sometimes. (Even while cuddling he can be really stiff which you have to keep telling him to relax.) Though after a bit of your usual pestering and refusing to let go of him, he relents. You’ve always been persistent in helping him show emotions despite kind of failing, so what would it hurt to tell you? You always seem to know things that he doesn’t. Though he finds himself a bit abashed after the realization hits you and you struggle to tell him through laughter that he’s simply jealous. Afterward, he finds it a bit embarrassing - a high-ranking Harbinger such as him being inflicted with something like that. But Capitano is still rather grateful for you teaching him more about this emotion and how to control it. Reassures you that it won’t happen again but it wasn’t like you were complaining, you teased. He prefers if you didn’t bring this up again because he doesn’t like thinking about his moments of weakness.

Scaramouche is pissed. Furious at some person for speaking to you like that, furious at you for making him feel this way, but most importantly furious at himself for succumbing to such a stupid and exhausting human emotion. His line of thought is something like this: How dare they try to act all buddy-buddy with you? And how dare you give them that sweet smile and laugh of yours, when that’s reserved for him only? The second someone looks at you the wrong way has him completely zoned in and aware of their actions, in case they try to pull something. In moments he’ll have them shivering and running away in tears, maybe a broken bone too if he’s especially pissed. Depending on his mood and how well you comfort him, they may live to see another day. If you call him out on his jealousy, he’ll just shake his head and deflect the accusations, calling you an idiot instead (affectionately.) Will be closer and more touchy with you for the rest of the day.

The Wanderer, on the other hand, has grown to be more mature and less confrontational about it. He’s calmed down a bit from his Fatui years and admits that his way of dealing with things wasn’t the most optimal, and is doing his best to be a better lover for you. He now trusts you enough to be able to deal with things by yourself. Though, don’t think that he won’t spring into action. He’ll still stand close by, arms crossed and hat covering his expression, listening in. The moment the person says something a little too inappropriate or you start looking uncomfortable, he’s standing in front of you in a flash, glaring at the person. If they don’t get the hint, they’ll receive a personal berating from him. Teasing him for being jealous will result in him scoffing and walking away rather quickly, leaving you to run after him.

Innocent Kabukimono doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way! You’re just talking to a villager, someone he knows, and yet his chest is twisting and turning all painfully as he watches! A part of him just wants to go up to you and pull you away, but that wasn’t what good humans did, was it? So he just sulks and sulks with pouty cheeks, to the point Niwa is concerned for him. When Kabukimono explains what he’s feeling, he just laughs and pats him on the back, explaining the concept of jealousy, and advises the puppet to simply communicate with you about it. When Kabukimono does speak to you about it, fiddling with his veil and clothes shyly, you can’t help but coo at how cute he was being, and assure him that he’ll always be number one in your heart. When he asks for a few kisses for reassurance, you can’t help but agree.

Sandrone does not know what to do or make with this feeling. She is aware of what it is, but like, how should she go about dealing with it? She could just go up to you and drag you away, it would be quite easy for her to do that with the Automaton behind her and all. Or she could just let you be. You are quite different from her after all. You enjoy talking to other people and interacting with them, while she could care less. So Sandrone simply retreats to her little safe haven, her lab chock-fulled with her inventions and machines and then a specific section she made for little creations dedicated for you. And she works and works, well, more like tries to work but her head is steaming from how some random person can hog your attention like that. And she can no longer tolerate that. Eventually, if you don’t come back to her quick enough, she’s going to find you herself and take matters into her own hands, regardless of whatever conversation you’re having. Teasing her about it may result in one of her machines picking you up and dangling you above the floor. But she’s really just happy you’d choose her over anyone.

La Signora is another one who's quite confident in your relationship. I mean, she’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous, you two were practically made for each other. So, whenever people talk to you, she can’t help but understand since you’re so alluring. But her favorite part is showing off to everyone that hah, too bad, you’re already taken by her. As if anyone else could ever be worthy of you, she thinks, pitying those poor fools who think they ever had a chance with you. And she will make this ideology absolutely clear to anyone and everyone. She’s so tall, she probably towers over the other person and gives them a look that definitely makes them feel like a pest. She has one hand tracing over your collarbones and the other stroking your hair while she looks at the other person dead in the eye as if daring them to say something. Of course, they don’t. Signora finds the whole ordeal more amusing than anything and will laugh with you if you bring it up. Oh darling, she tells you, it’ll take a lot more than that to truly upset her. However, although she enjoys watching the hope fall out of other people’s eyes, it does get tiring sometimes. Maybe you need more matching accessories? Would a hickey do?

Pantalone is well acquainted with the feeling of jealousy. He’s felt it since he was a child, envying others for what he could not have. And now he’s climbed up and up the ladder, to the point where everyone is jealous of him instead, not the other way around. He’d never have to feel that feeling again, as he had anything a man could ever dream of. Except… he’s jealous yet again. Not over material possessions or wealth, but you. But Pantalone hides his jealousy quite well, just like he does with his other emotions, under that smile of his. Other people won’t notice but… if you look closely you may see his smile is a bit strained. Pantalome keeps up the polite persona but may throw in a few snide comments. He keeps a firm arm around your waist and ushers you out of there rather quickly. You probably shouldn’t bring it up later. Pantalone sometimes fears he will be that same boy stuck in poverty and left with nothing again, although he never expresses it. He sometimes fears he will lose you too. Don’t say anything. Simply come up from behind and hug him. Pull off that huge jacket of his. Give him lots of kisses and finally one on the lips, telling him he never needs to worry about being separated from you.

Arlecchino looks emotionless as ever but the jealousy eats her up inside. It leaves a taste in her mouth that’s more bitter than her coffee. She’s the kind of person to do something about it as soon as she feels the feeling creeping up. Does not tolerate anything from anyone (besides you) so you can be sure that she’s going to put a stop to it right away. The thing about Arlecchino is that she doesn’t even need to say anything to scare the person off. Her aura can be so icy and intimidating, downright terrifying sometimes if she felt like it. Not to mention the contempt laced in her eyes could probably kill a man. So when Arlecchino gets jealous, she doesn’t remain like that for long because the problem is solved rather quickly. Plus, she doesn’t really see anything wrong with it. She just sees it as her protecting you from creeps. So if you tease her about it she won’t really be affected by that either. Arlecchino simply kisses you on the forehead and tells you to come to play with the children instead. (Though if you tell her you enjoyed seeing her jealous, she’ll get a teeny bit surprised. She didn’t think you actually liked seeing her like that because many view her as terrifying. You still think she’s so damn hot. And cute when she suddenly can’t make eye contact with you for a few seconds.)

Childe is quite confident and secure in his relationship with you. He cherishes you deeply, and his family loves you as well. You two may not have the most time together, but when you are, you spend it to the fullest. So when he feels the nag of jealousy rising, he’s a bit surprised but plays it off as nothing. It’s just that being away from you for so long has him a bit needy. Though, a teeny tiny part of him wonders if someone else would be better for you, someone that can offer you stability, that won’t leave you waiting for months to return. He would respect your decision… but he quickly ceases that line of thinking. He knows you love him, and he loves you even more, so there was no reason to be worried. Though he might get a bit competitive with the other person, trying to show off a little. And if the person’s making you uncomfortable… well, his passive aggressiveness and less-than-friendly smile are making an appearance. Also, you’ll probably notice he’s more insistent on treating you right. Always being a gentleman and not letting you lift a finger, showering you with all the love he can muster. Childe is always ready to do everything in his power to keep the title of best boyfriend for you. Please watch him cook and clean the dishes! Look, he’s drawing a bubble bath for you right now!

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lil13 · 1 year

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Pov: Enemies to lovers. Specifically, Ethan is your academic rival and you absolutely hate him. Or so you think.

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You walked through the door of Sam, Tara, and Quinn’s New York apartment with Mindy and Anika in tow. Mindy was your roommate, someone you’ve known since preschool, so it wasn’t a question that the two of you would be roommates.

“T, please tell me this is going to be a girl’s night.” You asked, falling down on the couch you had taken 1 too many naps on over the past few months you all lived in the city.

After the most recent stabbings, you all managed to get into a summer program at Blackmore. The excuse was that you wanted to get ahead in college, but the real reason was you all couldn’t stand to be in Woodsboro any longer.

A blush rose on Tara’s cheeks and you knew that your girl’s night was in jeopardy. “Chad… might be coming.”

“If he brings his fucking, smart ass roommate i’m leaving.”

Mindy scoffed, sitting down on the couch with you. “Relax, Y/n, if he brings him, just ignore him. I don’t understand the beef between you two… I know why I don’t like him.”

The girl Meeks-Martin twin claimed that Ethan Landry — Chad’s roommate and your self-proclaimed mortal enemy — was not to be trusted. Ever since Amber and Richie, Mindy rarely trusted another person.

“There are a lot of reasons as to why I hate him, but one of them has to do with our Econ class.”

Sam handed you a beer, knowing you needed to be somewhat buzzed if the curly-headed boy was coming over. “Econ?”

“Yes, Econ, he’s… too good at it.” You scoffed, “He consistently has the highest average in the class and—”

“You’re not used to being second to anyone.” Tara connected the dots, clinking her beer bottle with yours.

You had been the Valedictorian in high school, #1 overall. So, coming to Blackmore and having this curly-headed boy so easily beat you out aggravated you. Since you realized he was your academic rival, you began finding more and more about him that bothered you. That way you’d hate him instead of only being jealous of him.

Jealousy bothered you.

On a list of things about the boy that bothered you:

His hair was too curly.

He was too nice.

He remembered details about everyone, down to their favorite m&m color.

He was a virgin.

He was insanely attractive, yet still single.

His study habits didn’t make sense, he got perfect grades and she had yet to actually see him study (but then again you didn’t try to see him at all).

You could go on and on.

“Knock, knock.” Chad’s voice rang through the apartment.

Two sets of footsteps could be heard and you groaned, Ethan had in fact tagged along. You chugged the rest of your beer, letting the alcohol course through your veins. Sam obviously saw this and brought you another, having it already opened for you.

“If I was into girls, Sam.” he winked at her and she laughed.

Chad and Ethan both sat on the couch and Quinn made you sit up to make room for the rest. Unfortunately for you, when you sat up, Ethan was directly next to you.

“For fucks sake.” you muttered, sinking back into the couch.

Tara and Mindy fought over the movie you all were to watch and you somehow landed on a scary movie you hadn’t heard of, but it was a group thing — you only watched scary movies.

Mindy and Anika were cuddled up and so were Tara and Chad. Quinn and Sam flanked the rest of the group. You and Ethan? You were dreading being in the same room as each other.

Time went and the week’s events and your now 3 beers had caught up with you, you were exhausted and somewhat drunk. Everyone was asleep and you couldn’t help but think how good of an idea it was.

You’d had a busy week, midterms had kicked your ass. You might’ve only slept an average of 3 hours each night. So, sitting still for an extended period of time made sleep want to come quicker. You gave in and let your head fall to the side, not even caring that it landed on Ethan’s shoulder.

“Y/N.” Ethan muttered, trying to make sure you were aware that you had your head on his shoulder — knowing of your hatred toward him.

Unbeknownst to you, the hatred was very much one sided. Ethan had the biggest crush on you. It was almost embarrassing, truly he wondered how you hadn’t noticed yet.

You were one of the main reasons as to why he was still single.

“Shut the fuck up, E.” you waved him off, “I’m aware you’re who i’m laying on, but everyone else is too far away.”

The movie continued to play and you got yourself comfortable, more of your body now lay on Ethan’s. You tried to ignore the feeling that surged through your body at the contact between your bodies. Your bodies were so close that Ethan’s hand almost had to rest on your thigh, you gave him no space to put it anywhere else.

Your eyes were pulled away from the screen when you felt movement on your thigh. Ethan was absentmindedly tapping on your leg and for some reason it was driving you crazy. Each tap from a finger sending electricity through your leg.

It was too much.

So, you jumped up from your spot, successfully making Ethan jump. “Y/N, what the hell?”

You shook your head and stumbled to the kitchen. Time for another beer.

You were quick to open another, number 4.

 Before you were joined in the kitchen, by none other than Ethan, you’d downed half of it. His eyes were wide as he reached over to slip it out of your hands. “That’s enough, Y/N.” A laugh fell from his lips.

You pouted, reaching for the bottle, but the boy held it out of reach. “E.” you whined.

The boy faltered, his hand dropping just enough for you to snatch the beer back. Another sip.

“Y/N.” he reached for the beer again.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, some of the beer had spilled. Enough to make Ethan slip when he lunged forward, making him fall, taking you down with him.

Luckily, the fall didn’t hurt you too much, but now you were pinned underneath the boy.

“Ethan, you’re on top of me.” you whined again.

You could feel his heart beating against your chest. Was he nervous?

“Y/N, why do you hate me?” His voice sounded soft, almost as if he were hurt by your hatred.

He looked like a sad puppy and it made your heart hurt.

A sigh fell from your lips, “In all honesty, the only valid reason was that you’re better than me and Econ. My… my academics are all that I have, E. It’s all my parents cared about… you wouldn’t understand.”

Ethan let out a shaky breath, one of his hands came up to your face, his thumb running over your cheek. “I understand more than you know.” Your breath hitched at the skin-to-skin contact.

He must’ve noticed, because his eyes shot back to yours.

“I don’t actually hate you.” you whispered, his brown eyes were captivating.

The curly-headed boy stared at you breathlessly, his eyes now were flickering from yours to your lips. You paused for a second, thinking about what to do next. Should you kiss him, try to escape, or wait for him to grow a pair and kiss you?

 All seemed like good options?

However, if you and Ethan did kiss — laying on the kitchen floor covered in beer — you’d have to admit to the others that you didn’t actually hate the boy. In reality, your hatred had just stemmed from an insecurity.

So, you did it. You took the risk and lifted your head off of the ground, closing the small gap between you and Ethan. Your lips connected and it was like the final missing puzzle piece had been found. His lips fit perfectly with yours, no matter how cliche it sounded.

The hand he’d had on your cheek now held the back of your neck, holding your face to his. His heartbeat also hadn’t slowed, if anything, it got faster.

After a few seconds, Ethan pulled away. His cheeks had deeply reddened and both of you were out of breath. For someone who didn’t have experience in the dating department, Ethan kissed scarily well.

“Holy shit, are you guys okay? Your fall woke me up, but I kind of had to figure out where I was first before I came to check.” Anika’s sweet voice caught your attention.

Ethan rolled off of you, both of you startled by the sudden presence of another, his rather large body slamming into the cabinetry. It sounded and looked like it hurt, you’d make sure to check on him later.

“Oh.” She had a devious smirk on her lips, “Did I walk in on something? Y/N did you finally give up on your ‘I hate his guts’ bit? The tension between you to is so-”

You waved your hands to stop her, “Ani! Stop, please.”

She giggled, “And now i’ve got my answer.” Anika playfully waved, skipping back out of the room.

You covered your face with your hands out of embarrassment, trying to ignore the events that had happened. Ethan falling on you, being covered in beer, kissing Ethan, and Anika walking in on the two of you in a rather compromising position.

“Y/N.” Ethan tugged at your wrists, attempting to uncover your face. “I understand if that was a heat of the moment thing, it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

His voice sounded small, like earlier.

Your eyes went wide and you dropped your hands, rolling over to your side to face the boy. “No, no, no.” This time it was you who ran a thumb over Ethan’s cheek. “I was stupid to hate you, E! Please don’t think I didn’t want to kiss you, I don’t kiss someone if I don’t want to.”

“But all those guys at the parties-”

“I wanted to.” You laughed at his question, “But you’re different. You’re special, Ethan Landry, and I was too consumed by my own academic agenda to notice.”

He was quiet, but not in a sad way. The boy looked at you with more adoration in his eyes as you’d ever seen someone look at another with.

Then his lips found yours again.

#ghostface #jack champion #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #avatar #avatar the way of water

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peachywritesstuff · 1 year

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Charlie Walker relationship Headcannons

An: I'm obsessed with Rory. That is where my loyalties lie.

This has she/her pronouns in it btw(only once tho)

He is your Gomez Addams

"Look at her. I would die for her,I would kill for her."

That is him talking about you.

Dude will literally murder someone for you.

He is the type of person to just have the biggest crush on someone and not say anything for a VERY long time.

Won't catch him confessing his feelings for you. You would be the one to have to make the move.

I don't think this would he his first relationship but his first serious one.

Dude will only have eyes for you.

Would by shy at the beginning of your relationship and be cutely awkward with you.

Movie dates 100%

Loves just staring you

Likes to rant on about horror movies and will blush when he catches himself ranting.

Not to much pda for him. Holding hands, pecks,and kissing cheeks is all I see him doing in public.

In private however...

Man's is very affectionate.

Would be the first to say I love you.

Will have a nice lil makeout but he would be redder than a cherry afterwards.

I think we all know that he is inexperienced

But here me out... he would be natural at EVERYTHING.

Will go into cardiac arrest if he sees you naked.

Brain overload. He will not know what to do.

A part of him wants to look away like a gentleman but another part of him wants to just stare.

Likes when you play with his hair.

You would definitely NOT be killed and will make it known to Jill that if she puts one single scratch on you that he will kill her.

And Jill knows damn well to not hurt you unless she wants to face Charlie's wrath.

I mean Jill saw what he did to Olivia,that could easily be her if she didn't keep her word of keeping her hands off you.

I don't even think he would want Jill to give you any calls.

Like he wanted you completely out of it.

(Lets pretend Jill didn't kill him okay?)

He is definitely two faced and takes on a whole persona when he is under the Ghostface mask.

If he does so happen to come across you during his killings then he would let you get away without making it look like he is doing that if that makes sense.

He a lil crazy,but I think we all knew that by now. He is our little psychotic bby.

soft yandere vibes

He is a lil bit toxic (just a wee bit)

When it is revealed he is the killer you just broke down crying cuz you were angry and sad that the boy you loved so dearly was a murderer.

If you caught him in the middle of an act you would not want him to touch you. At all.

He could start crying when you backed away from him

He can't just kill you when you figure out his identity he fucking loves you

He'd let you go and not go after you.

(Sorry Jill lover's but let's pretend he got away with it and Jill got caught and died for fanfiction purposes)

Since he got away with it he woke up in the hospital with a stab wound close to his heart. Jill was revealed as the murderer.

You were still in shock and did not say anything. Partially out of fear.

You didn't talk to him for weeks. Hell probably even months after.

You knew you should turn him in but you didn't.

When you do talk to him again it's the same awkward Charlie you know who was still in love with you(are we surprised??)

It took a looooong time to trust him again.

You felt like you had been lied too.

After getting away with the murders Charlie was never going to kill again.

Keyword: Was.

When you began to get calls from the new Ghostface/s he just had to get out of retirement and handle the shit.

If there is 2,he could play it smart and might kill both of them. Or kill one and Injure the other.

You didn't have to know this. No one did.

Charlie learned that some things were better left unsaid.

And he be damned if he lost you again

I guess old habits die hard huh?

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #rory culkin #scream 4 #ghostface

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save-the-villainous-cat · 6 months

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Please may I have experienced superhero x rookie terrified villain with many many spicy?? I shall trade u my driving license for it. Big please.

The villain punched them in the jaw — accidentally.

It was the hero’s fault, at least partially, since they had decided to sneak up on them. The villain was in the middle of a robbery, concentrating on breaking glass and stealing ancient archeological artefacts. When the villain turned around, heart pounding in their chest, they put a hand on their mouth and stared at their nemesis.

The punch had hurt the villain’s knuckles too, turning them red and making them ache but the villain’s jaw looked the exact same. They had taken a few steps back, had even mumbled a quiet “fuck,” however, now they only smirked.

“Damn,” they said. “That’ll bruise.”

The villain considered running away. The ancient dagger was in their hand, worth millions on the black market.

“…you’re welcome?”

“You disabled the security system, that was smart. But you didn’t think of the fast food restaurant across the street. People watched you break into the museum.” The hero was tall. And usually, the villain was the tall one in their friend group but the hero seemed to be more present than the villain.

They could’ve blamed it on authority but the villain suspected it was focus.

They held up their hands as if to give up.

“Sorry to cause you any trouble, officer.”

“You know I’m not with the police,” the hero said. They took a step towards the villain and in this situation, they could’ve easily taken control over the villain. The punch hadn’t really affected them, hadn’t even intimidated them. “Not a big fan of teams, you know?”

“Ahh, lone wolf.” The villain’s grip around the dagger tightened and they slowly took a step back, their boots crushing the glass on the ground. “Intriguing.”

Would the hero actually put them in jail? Yeah, stealing wasn’t right but the villain needed that goddamn money.

The hero grinned smoothly, whereas sweat ran down the villain’s back.

God, this was what? The fifth time they were seeing each other?

“You like that?”

“I didn’t say that,” the villain replied quickly, maybe a little too quickly. There was a dagger in the villain’s hand, they realised, so they pointed it at the hero confidently. “But I’d like to leave now.”

The hero shook their head and tsked.

“Are you sure you want to add assault to this robbery? Doesn’t look good on a resume, trust me.” They crossed their arms in front of their chest.

“Well, I already punched you in the jaw, so…” Another step forward. Another step back. The hero cocked their head curiously, observing the villain’s movements carefully.

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.” And the villain hadn’t thought that they would dare but they decided to close their eyes (dumb thought) and stab the hero blindly (even dumber).

Their eyes opened wide when the hero grabbed their wrist and managed to push them to the ground. Suddenly, the dagger they wanted to steal was pressed against their throat and the hero sat on top of them, face only centimetres away from them. All of the air left the villain’s lungs as their heart pumped blood through their system at abnormal speed.

The ground underneath them was hard and the hero was heavy on their hips. They stared up at them, mouth gaping.

“You’re pretty feisty, no?” the hero asked. They leaned in, lips against the villain’s ear. “And provocative.”

The villain didn’t know what to say to that, couldn’t even think of a dumb response. They tried to get up but the hero pushed them down lazily, as if they were bored.

“If you behave, I’ll call it attempted robbery in my report and we can call it a night.” They shrugged. “I’m a generous hero, y’know, and you’re kinda cute.”

“Cute?” The villain could feel their cheeks heat up. Whatever mind games the hero was playing, it worked. The villain didn’t feel like stealing anytime soon.

“Kinda cute. I’ll have to check you for other weapons now.” The villain was sure their whole body was turning a dark red as the hero’s fingers went down their body. Probably the worst part about this was how careful the hero was, how intimate yet respectful the situation was. The villain watched them search for weapons (which were nonexistent) with gentle fingers that weren’t lewd.

The villain didn’t know if they were falling for their nemesis or if they were just touch-starved.

“Hm. Brave little villain, no?” Once again, the hero tilted their head, as if they were toying with their prey. “Let’s talk about this.”

“This feels like a date,” the villain whispered, eyes staring up in shock.

“…who says it isn’t?” The hero winked and began their interrogation.

#not really spicy!!#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #villain #hero #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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Shut up, EVERYBODY SHUT UP!

I had a idea I can’t stop thinking about.

The Sinclair brothers meet a tween reader (11-10) who’s face looks similar to Vincent’s, how would they react?

I LOVE your writing btw! Happy new year. 💞

Thank you! Hope you'll love more (⌒. −)~★ Sorry this turned out for child reader to be similar to Vincent ahrhe.

Requests currently not open! Trying to empty my inbox.

Sinclair brothers with child! Reader who's face is similar to Vincent.

First thought you were their long lost sibling.

While handling the tourists, bo saw a young child. It wasn't rare for children to be here but it also wasn't common. But he couldn't let you go and ruin their town.

As much as he hated it he had to take your life. He saw the small figure run into the woods frantically. He speed walked towards it wanting to make it quick and painless.

Terrified of this person who murdered your sibling and their friends you tried to escape as quietly and fastly as possible. The only thing in your mind right now is going far from this place.

Too panicked to realise the heavier footsteps behind you, only now realising after you felt a harsh grip on your arm.

You look up at the person who has a knife in his hand. You didn't scream or cry and you certainly weren't getting stabbed. You stare at the man whose face displays a hesitant and distressed expression.

Bo wasn't just reluctant to kill a kid, he was reluctant to kill a kid who looked so much like his twin. He lowered his knife down but kept a firm grasp on your arm.

Waiting to see what you would do, whether or not you would be a problem for them. If you aren't... He might just... Keep you alive.

It was weird really. You didn't feel threatened by this man when you locked eyes, maybe it was because of how he hesitated to kill you? Whatever it was you're just glad you're not on the ground dead.

Up until now you felt so scared. It was all so weird.

He stared at you for a couple of seconds then scoffed.

"what are you looking at?"

Before you could reply he lifted you up and started walking towards the wax museum. Holy shit, he was kidnapping a child just for the sake of not having to kill it. has he really gone this soft?

Everything about his face said frustration and embarrassment. You were struggling and trying to wiggle your way out, the panic came back again. Was he going to kill you? But the grip on your body were like those of steel.

He dropped you inside the House Of Wax. Where two other people were there.. And in the blink of an eye you're now apart of them.

Holy shit that sucked ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

The roadkill and wax brother were surprised when they first saw you. You look like.. Vincent!

Vincent was of thinking you as the baby version of him. Long lost sibling??

Long lost sibling definitely to Lester. It doesn't matter if you biologically and logically doesn't make sense, to him it does.

Bo wouldn't look at you for some reason.

Doesn't mean they'll trust you easily though. They didn't know how long you'll last here, or how long until you try to run or betray. But for the time being they're gonna enjoy their moments.

After every arguments and rough moments between Bo and vinny, he would refuse to look at you. He says it's because you look so similar to Vincent it disgusts him but really he's just a bit guilty. Lester tells you not to worry about it and leads you somewhere else. (no he won't apologise)

Vincent will look at you (your face is not deformed like his here) and wishes that he instead looked like how you did. he observes at he would've looked if the left side of his face wasn't attached to Bo at birth.

It hurts him but a part of him is glad you won't feel the same things he does.

Sorry this was so corny, I made vinny too soft omg

#sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #wax museum #slashers x reader #x child reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x you

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marveloustimestwo · 9 months

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Hiii! If it's ok, can I request general headcannons for a platonic yandere steve rogers? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for sending this in!

Warnings: Yandere themes, hardcore manipulation from Steve

When Steve becomes platonically obsessed with someone, he will automatically take up the mantle of their older brother or father if you're young enough.

And I can definitely see him being more likely to do this with some feral ass child he met somewhere.

Like, if you display the slightest bit of rage at the world or are considered a delinquent or "bad kid", Steve will immediately try to take on a mentor role and try to steer you in a better direction.

Because he was that kid. He was the one always fighting people and ended up getting beat up in alleyways. And he had Bucky to help him and make sure he wasn't left in those alleyways.

But who do you have? Parents? Siblings? Nah, you got Steve now. The golden boy Captain America who now sees himself in you.

And he'll be very very protective. He absolutely does not joke around when it comes to your safety.

I don't think he'd immediately try to kidnap you. I think he'd prefer to have a normal relationship with you for the most part. He'll be far more overbearing than any normal person would be, but you never see the worst of it unless you intentionally provoke him.

Such as going out of your way to get yourself hurt or running away, in which you will be promptly locked away and have restricted access to the outside world and other people.

But other than that, you can go to school and/or work and have friends. An unfortunate thing is that Steve does end up butting into every aspect of your life.

He likes to know all of your teachers' names or bosses' names to run background checks on them and make sure you are truly safe with them and that they treat you well.

Steve will also end up meeting your boss behind your back to use his status as a well-known superhero to get you a pay raise and promotion. Same with your teachers and getting you good grades.

He will end up meeting all of your friends, too, and getting the names of their parents to make sure they're all decent and upstanding members of society.

When you end up calling someone your friend and trusting them, Steve just wants to make sure they don't stab you in the back. The first sign he gets that they can't be trusted around you, he will end up framing them for something.

Sometimes, he frames them for some crime, and their reputation gets ruined. Other times, Steve just ruins their reputation in your eyes.

He particularly likes the second option when you have a crush on someone.

Steve hates the idea of you dating. He barely tolerates your friends, so why would he allow someone to get romantically involved with you. That much access to your heart is dangerous. They could so easily break it and leave you devastated.

So he figured he could fix two problems at once. If he ends up not liking a friend and you have a crush at the same time, he'll just set up a bunch of coincidences that make it seem like your friend is intentionally going after the person you like.

And Steve will make sure you ditch both of them. Even if it hurts you now, it will help you avoid more pain in the future.

If you couldn't tell, Steve's a big manipulator. He likes to keep up a pristine image for you. He wants to be a good role model for you so that you aren't afraid of him.

But he still won't hesitate to get his hands dirty if he has to.

#yandere #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere steve rogers #yandere platonic steve roger

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mlmxreader · 3 months

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The Other Changretta | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ "You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Alfie knows its wrong, but he can't help but to find himself drawn to Luca Changretta's brother.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, flirting

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

As the adopted brother of Luca Changretta, him and Angel made sure that you grew up learning the same things about the family business that they did; you and Luca were closer, mostly because he wanted you to take over after him, partially because you were good at charming people as well.

You could hold negotiations and always walk away with more than what you were meant to; it came naturally to you, and Luca noticed from a young age that you had a lot of potential.

But years later, that potential came in handy.

Camden wasn't as bad as he had made it sound, and when you sat down in the office, you couldn't help but to smile at the man across from you; heavily tattooed, he had a sadness to his eyes that you had only seen on the frontlines during the war, and you knew it well.

He tried to hide it with his beard and his hat tilted slightly forward to keep the light from his eyes, but you still managed to find it easily. You leaned back, clearing your throat as you sighed and dared to pull the folder from your pocket, tossing it onto his desk.

"My brother sends his regards," you started, "and hopes that you'll accept his apologies for not being here. He had to tend to our father."

He nodded slowly, looking you up and down and humming softly. "So he sent you?"

"I can assure you, Mister Solomons," you started, "my brother wouldn't have sent me if he didn't trust me."

"Ain't that," Solomons mused. "You ain't arrogant like he is. My boys told me you went 'round fuckin' shakin' their hands."

"You give as much respect to the King as you do his men," you told him with a curt nod. "Learned that in the war... why have enemies, when you can have friends, right?"

He smiled, raising his brows as he leaned back. "The war?"

"Yessir," you nodded curtly. "I fought in Doiran, and the Eastern Front."

"East?" Solomons scoffed. "With or against the ruskies?"

"Neither," you told him. "Heard what happened to them in Osowiec, but... that was the closest to them I ever got."

Solomons noddedly slowly, and you could tell that he was warming up slightly; a fellow war veteran, it was easier for him to understand. "And now you're here. Big ray of fuckin' sunshine."

"And now I'm here," you sighed. "You served, didn't you?"

"Western Front," he confirmed. "Somme."

"Right," you said softly. "Awful business, that was... look, Mister Solomons, I'll be honest - Luca doesn't think this is worth the time. He thinks you're full of shit and that you'll stab us in the back the second you get the chance."

"He's right."

"He is," you nodded. "But Luca's a sly fox. You let him into the hen house, and you're not gonna get any eggs, if you catch my drift? I get it, y'know, you're protecting your people - I admire it. My brother doesn't get it."

"Did he serve?"

"No, Sir," you shook your head. "He doesn't get it. He never will. You get into bed with him, you're fucked."

"So what?" Solomons asked with a quirked brow. "I get into bed with you?"

"I wouldn't say no," you hummed. "You're certainly handsome enough."

He licked his lips as he grinned. At least you were honest and you got to the point, too many people tried to beat around the bush and flatter him - but you went straight for his throat, and you weren't going to let go any time soon. He nodded slowly, gesturing for you to get closer.

"Alright, Mister Changretta," he agreed. "I'll get into bed with you."

You smiled, raising your brows. "Tell me where to begin."

"You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite," Solomons smiled. "You can bite as much as you like, though."

"I'd leave my mark on you," you whispered, moving your chair around so that you were sat right next to him, his knee pressed against yours.

"I wouldn't complain," Solomons murmured. "You ain't at all like the other cunts who walk in here, y'know."

"I'm not like anyone you've ever met," you whispered. "I can promise you that, Mister Solomons."

Pulling you onto his lap, he hummed as he let you settle your weight against him. "It's Alfie. No need for fuckin' formalities now."

"Alfie," you whispered, running your hands up and down his chest. "Alfred?"

"Only my mum calls me that," he chuckled. "Tell me - how long you in Camden for?"

You sighed as you tried to think. "I gotta be back to my brothers on the sixth."

"Two weeks," Alfie murmured. "I'm sure we can get to know each other more than well enough to decide on a deal to keep your fuckin' brother's mouth shut - can't we?"

"Absolutelty," you agreed. "Two weeks, we'll have plenty of time to negotiate."

Alfie couldn't place his finger on it, in all honesty; maybe it was the way you actually understood what had happened during the war, maybe it was just your looks and your honesty.

But he hated the thought of sending you away once the meeting had concluded; he wanted to know you better, he wanted to know more about the real you - not the business side. He licked his lips, chewing at the inside of his lip. He knew someone like you during the war, confident and suave, smart and quick... maybe that's what it was.

"Alright," Alfie started, "on your way out, go an' see Ollie. He's gonna give you my home address. Be there by eight tonight, yeah?"

"A social call?" You grinned. "Already?"

"Yeah, well, call it fuckin' soldier's intuition, but I have a feelin' you're a lot more than just a fuckin' Changretta," he told you. "My mum says to trust my gut, so... eight sharp, yeah?"

You nodded. "Eight o'clock sharp. I'll be there."

"Atta boy." He praised, having no clue of the fluttering feeling those two words invoked in your stomach.

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rekino2114 · 17 days

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Hmm...I know.

Reader defending Teruko from the dogpile of murder accusations in chapter 1?

Reader defending teruko tawaki

A/n:ooooohh this idea was so good, I had so much fun writing this, and I always love an excuse to rewatch drdt

Spoilers for drdt chapter 1

The first trial had started,no matter how much you didn't want it to happen deep down, you knew that it was inevitable, but you didn't expect it to be like this.

Xander had died,stabbed, in the computer room, a shame, you really liked him and his attitude towards the killing game but the worst thing was that teruko,your girlfriend was found in the room with him also stabbed but thankfully she was alive.

After she woke up she told you everything about how Xander actually tried to kill her but that she didn't kill him, you believed her of course, even if you didn't know why someone like him would do that, unfortunately your classmates didn't have the same trust in her you had.

"H-hang on you've got it all wrong!, how am I Xander's killer?"

"Seriously?, you were at the scene of the crime with the murder weapon in your hand how much more obvious can you get?"

"Not to mention you admitted moments ago to meeting up with Xander in the computer lab where his body was found, you were the last person with him"

"That doesn't make me the killer, Xander was the one who asked me to meet him in the computer lab"

"Do you have any evidence to back up that claim?any witnesses to Xander saying that?"

"I.....i don't.....but still,you have to believe me! Xander is the one who brought the knife and attacked me with it. That knife was taken from the kitchen so he could have accessed it at any time"

"That means little if anyone could have taken the kitchen knife, then it just as easily could have been you who took it"

"Ignoring the fact that you have no proof to back up any of your statements so far.even if Xander was the one to strike first couldn't the two of you have gotten into a fight that killed him?"

You desperately wanted to say something in defense of your girlfriend, but min,Arturo, and Veronika all made great points and you weren't there so you couldn't have known what happened,of course you believed her but you needed evidence to prove her innocence, evidence that could have only come from more discussion,so you silently continued to listen as it went on.

"S-seriously, everyone, you've got it all wrong, I'm not the killer!"

"Can you explain why you had the murder weapon when your bodies were discovered?"

"I.....I'm not too sure. Maybe the killer is trying to frame me,I'm not too sure at this point in time but...please everyone believe me"

At this point, you knew you had to step in at least to support her

"I believe you teruko"

Eden also agreed with you, and teruko seemed to calm down for a moment

"Y/n.."

"Yeah, well, I don't, and I'm sure the only reason you do is cause you love her oh so much"

You wanted to punch arei for her comment but resisted...mainly because your podiums were too far away, so you sticked to words

"I think you need to learn that your opinion isn't the truth just because you yell it louder"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YOU-"

Before arei could continue hu stepped in

"Let's return to the original topic which was establishing a sequence of events,that should clear up any confusion"

the class recapped what they knew about the events, and you could feel they were leaning even more towards teruko being the culprit as they talked

"Then Arturo and i discovered the body at 8 p.m. we all know what happened after that"

"That story doesn't explain all the evidence at the crime scene! What about the strange DVD or the water on the ground?"

"Does that even matter? Maybe someone was watching some videos and there was a water leak, big whoop! Stop grasping at straws"

Yet another stupid comment from arei made you lose your patience

"She's not grasping at straws, she's bringing up unexplained evidence! Do you even know how an investigation works?"

"If you continue talking to me like that I swear you'll be the next victim"

"Please go ahead, it'll be fun watching your execution from the afterlife"

While you were arguing more accusations went against teruko and she started to panic

"H-hang on! wait a second you're making a huge mistake.....I DIDN'T KILL XANDER!"

She raised her voice, and you looked at her with concern. Unfortunately, the others seemed even more convinced

"Let's vote already and put this trial behind us"

"Seconded. This case is too obvious all the evidence points to her"

"W-wait-"

Your pleading was ignored as monotv finally spoke

"Hm? Voting time already? Wow, that was fast"

"Stop... please for a moment, you're all....wrong.....I didn't.....I didn't kill xander"

Teruko was spiraling, she seemed on the verge of despair you had to help her even without evidence

"Everyone we need to hear her out, we can't vote for her so blindly just because all the clues seem to point in her direction!"

They all ignored you

"I'm sorry, teruko I know you're upset for having been caught, but we have to do this if we don't vote for who the blackend is we'll die"

"......"

"Wait no please we still need to discuss we haven't solved the case completely"

"But we have enough evidence to determine she's the culprit, and she can't defend herself i apologize to you too I recognize this must be hard for you but you have to see that teruko is guilty"

Hu was right you knew she wasn't guilty she couldn't be , but neither you nor her had any evidence to prove it

"......"

You couldn't bear to see teruko in this state she looked so defenseless and despairing the fact they were willing to vote for her when she was clearly innocent made you angry

"Are you seriously going to kill her without even listening to her side of the story?" she got stabbed too. She's another victim here goddammit"

"Y/n please calm down and realize that there's no other way that this makes sense"

"No there is another way! The truth! But, you're all so focused on her that you can't even think about other possibilities!"

"If you're so trusting in her then you surely have some evidence to clear her of suspicion no? Or is it just your emotions speaking?"

"I-i admit I have no concrete evidence, but that's exactly why we have to continue this trial"

"Do you expect us to continue with this trial forever? Just accept that your girlfriend's a murderer and move on!"

As j spoke to you, your mind was getting closer to the pit of despair teruko was already in, you loved her, she could never kill someone, why couldn't anyone else see that?

".........no...I refuse.... teruko isn't the murderer.....I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT!"

"Just great now we have two people in denial, hey monotv can you speed this up and let us vote before we all die?"

This was it, you were all going to die teruko wasn't the murderer so all of you except the real killer would die, you didn't even have the strength to say goodbye to her.

...........

..........

"Thank you y/n"

"Ter...uko?"

"Thank you for defending me and making me realize.......what a bunch of fucking morons the others are"

"What?"

"Go ahead and vote for me if you want to end your life that badly, go ahead"

"T-teruko? What's wrong?"

"Have you completely lost it"

"I think the stress of the situation has finally gotten to her"

"Ahahahaha"

The laugh that came out of teruko was maniacal and insane but you really couldn't blame her you would have done the same

"Xander pretended to be my friend just to betray me and try to end my life, you all are the same, without thinking about it, without any concern for my life, you want to call me Xander's killer"

"Wait a second-"

"And what about y/n! They made totally logical arguments, and you just ignored and belittled them just because I'm their girlfriend?, as if the only reason they trust me is because we love each other"

"......."

You were speechless, not only she was defending you but she was also calling out the other's bullshit

"Now I realize I was a fool for thinking we could all work together, the only person i can trust is y/n, they defended me with everything they had while you all were against them, that is true trust and I intend to repay that"

"Teruko....."

"I'm sorry for making you go through that I should have done this a long time ago, but don't worry now......I'll have to prove my innocence with evidence! I'll show you all why I'm not the killer"

As the trial continued, the teruko you saw was someone new, a more confident, even ruthless person, but you knew you could trust her just as she knew she could trust you, even if everyone else was against you two, you would still have each other to love and to trust.

#danganronpa despair time #x reader #danganronpa despair time x reader #teruko tawaki x reader #teruko tawaki #gn reader

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hi I'm going thru the spoilers and about the one with lloyd crying and javier listening outside. about javier wanting lloyd to trust him, i was wonderin when did javier explicitly says he trusts lloyd? since from what I've read so far whenever lloyd says to javier to trust him, javier is always dubious of him and actually doesn't trust him and simply follows the order. Is that why lloyd cried alone since he still thinks javier doesn't really trust him?

oh! javier does tell lloyd that he trusts him! straight to his face! several times in fact!

they vary from degrees of explicitness but there is absolutely no doubt at all that javier trusts lloyd and lloyd knows he does. how deep he believes that trust runs is up to debate but he very much does know that javie trusts him.

there's that time lloyd tells javier he can stop time itself and javier just goes "okay" and goes back to his breakfast because. duh. if lloyd says he can stop time then obviously it must be true. the crazier the thing he says the mostly likely it is to be the truth.

which lloyd then uses against him to convince him to bet his life against a dragon

"This will not do" Javier's voice dripped with alarm. "What won't?" "You are making a bad decision here. It's not too late now. Prepare yourself, Master Lloyd." "For what?" Meanwhile Lloyd's voice was cheery. "To run away. I will by some time." "You plan on fighting that dragon?" "Yes." "Tsk. Don't even try." "But Master Lloyd. Now is your last change-" "Do I look like I've gone mad?" said Lloyd. "..." "Answer me. Do I look like someone who's lost his mind?" Javier was about to answer yes when Lloyd's spoke first. "Who was it that said he would trust in my seemingly deranged behavior?" "..." "You said that," reminded Lloyd. "Those were your words. It goes the same right now. Do I look like I've lost it? In that case, trust me." "But Master Lloyd-" "I'm doing this for a reason." Lloyd didn't let Javier finish. "I've got a plan. So, do what you have to when I fail. Got it?" "..."

or that time they go to seoul and lloyd tells him to just trust in his hyung and follow his lead. to which, once again, javier just goes "okay" because. well of course he does.

“When you’re in a foreign land such as this place, all you’ve got to do is just trust this big brother of yours and follow my lead. Okay?” “I understand…” “Eh?” Lloyd tilted his brow. “It’s rare of you to accept my words so easily.” “Am I not allowed to?” “No. You can’t. It’s strange. I have the chills right now.” “…” “You. Who are you?” asked Lloyd in astonishment. “The Javier I know is far from being a docile, humble or loyal fellow. He’s even farther away from being someone who would just not at my words without snapping back.” “…” “You better tell me honestly. Where did you hide my dear Javier?” “Haah… Seriously…” Javier broke into laughter. “Who else could possess such a dashing appearance but me? […]”

or later on when javier straight up tells lloyd to get used to him just going along with what he says without protest because that's just how things are now. he does tease him that it's so lloyd lowers his guard and javier can stab him in the back but like. that's their love language <3

but yeah! lloyd absolutely does know that javier trusts him! javier has told him so himself! that he's a dummy who doesn't realize just how absolute that trust is it's a completely different matter lol

and as for the context of the scene you mention. here's a post i made a while ago about it but lemme summarize it.

first of all i need to show this set of illustrations because they make me sick in the head

the reason lloyd is crying is because it's finally crashing on him just how hopeless his situation truly is. how much he stands to lose if he doesn't pull off a miracle. how much pressure he's been under for so long and how close he is to breaking down.

and javier is listening through the door because he can tell there's something weighting down on lloyd but he can't confront him because lloyd isn't trusting him with his worries and he doesn't know how to make him.

javier wants so bad to let lloyd know that he doesn't have to worrym he doesn't have to be afraid, because javier is there for him. whatever comes next, whatever danger there is, javier will face it to protect lloyd. and if anyone needs to die then it's okay, because javier will die for him. so lloyd doesn't have to be afraid of something as stupid as him dying because javier simply won't allow it.

but he can't. because lloyd doesn't want to share his burdens. he doesn't want to let them drag anyone down with him. he thinks it's his fault everything that's threatening them is his fault and so he needs to handle everything on his own.

which is silly because javier is right there trying to coax the truth out of him and get him to share his burden with him and just!!! support him every way he can!! but lloyd is a very silly guy who thinks he doesn't deserve that :(

so no! it's not that lloyd thinks javier doesn't trust him! rather it's lloyd not wanting to trust javier with his worries, not out of distrust or anything like that, but out of a misplaced sense of responsibility that makes him want to carry everything by himself.

it's a very poignant scene i can't wait to get the translation for it!

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan #ch 300 #ch 305 #ch 383 #ch 384 #ch 296 #i do a much better job at explaining that scene in the other post you should check it out ajkshdkja

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Love Me

Scaramouche × GN! Reader

Warning: Angst

It's not you; it could never be you. The problem has always been him since the very beginning. He kept pushing you away, acting cold and getting argumentative, saying the most hurtful things so long as it meant he "won".

But what did he win?

He sees the way you interact with others, he loves how brightly you smile. But he hates how it's never the same for him. Why couldn't it be him? He couldn't help but feel there was something he was missing, maybe something he had overlooked along the way. It scared him more than he'd like to admit; the constant worry that one day you'd hit your breaking point and leave, deeming his fickle affection insufficient for you.

He was left to wallow in his own inadequacy as he saw how easily everyone else did it, trust seeming to come naturally to them as though they had never had the worry of being stabbed in the back. Scara wanted to love you, truly, as wholly as you said you loved him, but the more he heard from you, the less he believed it. He couldn't even love himself, so how was he supposed to see everything you claimed to see in him? All this while, he'd only barely held himself together, his cocky facade paper thin over the turmoil that swept around in him like a raging storm.

It was always the little things you did too. "I'm such a mess for you," you'd scribbled in the note attached to the flowers you'd gotten him. It was like you were running laps around his heart as he struggled to keep up, dying to forget the past if only it'd mean he could be happy with you. And he hoped you'd wait - he'd pray if he had to, even if it was to Beelzebul. Did the little gestures mean as much to you as they did to him? Did you pause to look at the flowers, letting the gentle fragrance surround you as you thought of him? Would you be as touched if he'd done the same for you?

And so he did. Only his gift hadn't been a passing thought that had reminded him of you. Having heard you mention in passing how you'd been craving some homemade dish from Mondstadt, he'd made the trip, eager to do something to prove to you that he did indeed care. He'd show you by learning as much as he could to prepare a feast for you.

Though it would seem his ambitions were a tad too ambitious. He had departed without a word, not thinking of how you'd perceive his actions. Thus, upon his return, he was met by an empty house once more, and yet another note - this time accompanied by a lone sakura bloom - that read: "I only ever wanted to love you, and I'm sorry that I can't."

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #Scara #Scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #winery specials

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So more 4am rambling, or like 5am now as I start typing this. Less timeline rules rambling but still timeline related thoughts. Although we know for certain after S2, that Lu Guang's gone back in time to save Cheng Xiaoshi(seemingly more than once if the 'last chance' line is anything to go by), I have to wonder if Cheng Xiaoshi has done the same for Lu Guang, even if it was only once. We haven't seen it actually happen but we've seen Cheng Xiaoshi be inclined to save him, seeming to consider it when he thought Lu Guang was dead, almost doing it to stop Lu Guang from getting onto the boat (until he literally got in his own way, lol). It doesn't feel impossible or to me. But considering his sincerity and how he wears his heart on his sleeve, would he even be able to keep it a secret? Maybe with some struggle, maybe more easily than we think. Regardless I think he'd end up telling Lu Guang eventually in this case, whether it was because he was pushed to, due to guilt for keeping a secret, if he just couldn't keep it a secret, getting tangled in his own web of lies, just before death or something else entirely. But then why does it seem like Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't know as much about their powers as Lu Guang, why does it feel like he's more in the dark about things? Maybe because in whatever timeline we're currently in/seeing, he doesn't know and is in the dark.

Hear me out for a second. So the flashback of Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi's first meeting on the basketball court when Cheng Xiaoshi mentions that the ball represents his trust in Lu Guang and how nice it is to have lifelong partners. It seems a little much to say to someone you just met, or even someone you knew in passing as a classmate because you happened to recognize them. It sounds like something you'd say to someone you've known a long time. What if in that moment it was Cheng Xiaoshi diving back in time and he couldn't help himself from saying something he'd perhaps wanted to last time but never did or never got the chance to? There's also the part of the flashback where Cheng Xiaoshi simply says something along the lines of 'Hey newcomer, come play with us!' And while they definitely could be part of the same flashback (i.e. before and after the game), what if they were two different flashbacks? The actual first meeting and the altered one. Even if they are both the same flashback, it could still be altered because again the lifelong partners mention feels too familiar for a first meeting. Even then, there's the question why go so far back?

Also a particular line of Vortex I've seen mentioned in other theories 'Am I destined to fall? Like you once did for me?' I do think of this as Lu Guang's POV. The thing is I've seen people suggest it refers to when Lu Guang got stabbed by a possessed Qiao Ling and that maybe Cheng Xiaoshi was the one who got stabbed initially. Maybe it does refer to that or maybe it's only part of it and it also refers to falling through time, through near endless dives in an attempt to save the other. Until the only photo left, the 'last chance' was to go back to the beginning. Of course there's the white hair theory which probably plays apart in making it seem like Lu Guang's gone back in time many many times, but since diving into the photos is Cheng Xiaoshi's own power, his hair would stay the same colour. He's not using anyone else's power.

I've also seen people mention that the girls who started the noodle shop together (I rewatched this episode recently and still can't remember their names for the life of me), how their relationship seems to mirror Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi's in some ways. The dynamic mainly, I think. But during my rewatch I noticed after the fight when the client asks her friend after the fight 'where are you going?' Her response is 'Back to the beginning. I'll reset.' And that was very interesting to me, considering season 2's last episode, the 'last chance' with Lu Guang going 'back to the beginning', essentially pressing the reset button. I don't know if anyone else noticed that, but I haven't seen it mentioned. And while it could be a reference to Lu Guang, it could also reference Cheng Xiaoshi if he's gone back in time to save Lu Guang before. He did after all, posses both of the women, the one who changed and the one who didn't. If their relationships do intentionally mirror each other, I think it's interesting what that might mean for the boys. Cheng Xiaoshi is both the same and different, possibly due to all the messing around with the timelines. Also considering the argument between the two, it could reference and argument about changing the timelines, changing death nodes, the first time when Lu Guang found out about Cheng Xiaoshi going back in time to save him (supposing it wasn't shortly before Cheng Xiaoshi died), and potentially a future argument when Cheng Xiaoshi finds out about Lu Guang changing the timelines and breaking his own rules to save him (and I do think he'll find out about it). Speaking of Lu Guang's rules, why is he so adamant about Cheng Xiaoshi not changing the past? To protect him, protect their present together, some sense of responsibility, because he knows Cheng Xiaoshi can be reckless? Probably at least a few of the above if not all. And maybe some reasons I missed. But also think about if Cheng Xiaoshi had gone back before, who knows how many times, to save Lu Guang, succeeded ultimately but then ended up dying, potentially in the act of saving Lu Guang depending on what the cause of death was (that's not an answer I have thought of for this theory rambling). Obviously Lu Guang wouldn't want him to be reckless and change things again, especially if he holds the memories of that happening. Cheng Xiaoshi at one point may have made his own death node by changing things to save someone so important to him.

Back to the point of why in the timeline we're seeing, Cheng Xiaoshi seems more clueless about their powers. I'm thinking what if whatever may have changed in this timeline, lead to whatever may have happened in the hypothetical timeline I purposed not happening, either the avoided whatever event would've caused Lu Guang's death and Cheng Xiaoshi diving back or somehow Lu Guang managed to live through it. So as of this timeline, Cheng Xiaoshi never dived back to save Lu Guang, he hasn't done all those dives and doesn't have all that experience. But Lu Guang does, he has dived back, he's manged to avoid Cheng Xiaoshi having to, maybe in part to his rules, maybe something else. But Lu Guang still has all those memories of timeline after timeline, has used those powers himself now, so this time Cheng Xiaoshi is really in the dark. Maybe it's not just Cheng Xiaoshi's optimism that contributes to Lu Guang choosing to dive back to save Cheng Xiaoshi himself, even though they supposedly can't change the path and death is an unchangeable node but the fact that Cheng Xiaoshi has done the same for Lu Guang and succeeded. Perhaps he somehow even replaced Lu Guang's death node with his own, even if he no longer knows that he did that.

I really want a happy ending to the series with our main trio all happy and alive and together, but I also don't think we'll get one. Whether my rambling theory thing is in any part true or not, I feel like the series will probably end with either one or both of the boys dying. I will cry if that happens though, that is a threat and a promise, lol.

Anyways if you're still reading thanks for putting up with the long post. Also I have no idea if this even makes any sense or not or if I can really even call this string of thoughts a proper theory. But it's food for thought and I wanted to get these thoughts down and semi-organized, so here we are

#shiguang daili ren #Link Click #Lu Guang #Cheng Xiaoshi #Theory?#Maybe #Rambling #Late night/early morning thoughts

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Audio Drama Sunday - 3rd September ✨

I think it’s criminal to have to work on a Sunday instead of going on a little walk and listening to little podcasts, but here we are 🫠 It’s been a frankly ridiculous week of listening and there’s still so much more I haven’t had time to catch yet!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods (131) Percy! Going to get Diggory! I think it makes it so bittersweet that he was about to apologise off the bat because you just KNOW that when they meet for real it won’t happen that easily. My god, I could listen to.a whole show just about this hastily assembled Friends of Zelda team. It’s so lovely to have Alice back in the narrative and I care for Tattery Stabs so much!! ‘How much do you like your brother?’ Really cracked me up. I love how hfth takes horror tropes (e.g. creepy doll) and they’re immediately someone new to love. Speaking of someone to love!! Hector is putting in a really good bid for the award of ‘most traumatised man in the Hallowoods’, though the competition remains tough. This experience will no doubt have changed him, I can’t wait to find out how!

🦀 @thesiltverses (31) So many new and familiar voices in this new season and all of them are delightful! The writing and delivery of Val’s monologue in particular was so powerful and I was left cringing in my skin at the callous assertions that she is controllable… did we just hear the same thing? I have no idea what is going to happen this season and it’s thrilling and terrifying in equal measure!

🦮 @malevolentcast (35) This episode is such a rollercoaster oh my god!! There are so many layers of horror here! Not just the fear of the ‘other’ and of what other humans can do, but also the intrinsic fear of losing the self. What’s happening with John is so very unsettling, it’s been so long that we’ve almost taken for granted the way that John guides Arthur . . . what will he do when he can’t trust John’s assessment of the situation?

📻 @monstrousagonies (110) penultimate?! Excuse me??!! Penultimate!!! How am I going to cope without having fictional night folk problems solving my actual real life problems every week?? Panic aside, I really loved this episode. I was so glad to hear the presenter telling the author of the first letter that it actually wouldn’t be unreasonable to kick off just a little. I’ve often thought about just bringing a cat home and seeing what my wife would do . . . (I know this is bad, it’s not going to happen 👀) BUT a CHILD? And aw, yay, what a satisfying end to an unsatisfactory CEO. It was a pleasure to meet station and the MA community was in fine voice!

🌒 @monkeymanproductions Moonbase Theta Out FINALE!! I’m not going to share too many thoughts today because it may not even be out at the time of posting but IT’S AMAZING GO LISTEN!!!! Seriously, I cried so much at the thought of this show being over. I’ve loved it for such a long time and it’s been amazing to listen to it grow and see all the team’s hard work pay off spectacularly!

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula what a busy, busy week for the Dracula characters! Marriages, millions of kisses, casual medical abuse, VAN HELSING. What a week.

🧬 Regina Prime (7) Damn, Epsilon has both the fire and the fight! Veeerrryyy interesting that Omega needs an assistant with a physical body… what have you got, Omega? I’m imagining a clone that is 1000s of years old, more mush than human. And the slip up with the number of clones . . . Omega . . . ? Something you want to share with the rest of the class??

💫 Wolf 359 (49 - 50) I am usually not the biggest fan of time loop stories but, of course, if W359 makes it, you know it’s gonna be great. The whole set up of the aliens being unable to communicate clearly because Doug chats absolute shit all the time is just so endearing to me. I can’t believe I’m getting so close to the end!

🏴‍☠️ Yes, I did listen to the @levianpod pilot again. What of it? Please, please support this show if you can! It must be made. I need it.

🎧 So lovely to hear from @thestoragepapers in last week’s episode of The First Episode Of! I feel like it’s so brave to ask for people to join in on the writing of your show but we love to see a collaboration thriving!! I need to bump this up my to-listen list!

🐬 @patterspod (3) Fiona Caruso, the woman, the myth, the legend. Someone needs to check in on the thriller writers because they’re just not okay… Also, Ryan, you idiot. I don’t even know if we can blame the influence of some eldritch force on these bad publishing attempts, but I feel like he’s going to snap like one of twig man’s branches at the slightest supernatural pressure. Which will be fun for us, at least!

All these amazing episodes, but my ears are bigger than my schedule and I still need to listen to new KILL FM. I’ve been really, really meaning to catch up on Additional Postage Required as well! Here’s hoping for a more chilled week next week! 🤞

#audio drama #podcast #podcast recs #audio fiction #audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #hfth spoilers #malevolent spoilers #tsv spoilers #moonbase theta out #monstrous agonies #finding pattersby #wolf 359 #regina prime #re dracula #levian podcast

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eliduremaybe · 9 months

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It doesn't occur to Aziraphale that Crowley might have lost the flat. They never spend any time there together anyway, and of course Crowley always seems to be spending time in the Bentley, he loves his car, just like Aziraphale loves his books, so it's all perfectly understandable. It makes sense.

And Crowley loves his plants too, even though he won't admit it, so maybe it's not so strange that he takes his plants driving with him? Maybe it's just another one of his quirks, maybe he was doing the exact same thing before armageddidn't as well and Aziraphale never noticed because they had to be so covert with their meetings back then. Maybe Crowley's worried about his plants the same way that Aziraphale worries about his books and about Crowley - the events of the last couple of decades has hardly left either of them emotionally unscathed after all, they all have their ways of coping, and Aziraphale wouldn't want to make his dear dear friend feel uncomfortable.

Especially when he's trying to work up the courage to invite Crowley to move in to the bookshop - or at least some of his plants. But Aziraphale understands Crowley likes to have his own space, and he wouldn't want to push too hard, and they've got all the time in the world now so is there really any need to hurry?

It's fine.

Crowley spent over six thousand years waiting for him to catch up, surely Aziraphale can grant him a little bit of patience for this.

It's fine.

Being allowed to drive the Bentley feels like a good sign. Aziraphale didn't dare, the last time he'd had the opportunity, but then he had been rather distracted by the threat of impending doom at the time. And the feeling of wearing Crowley's face on top of his own, which had burned it's way into his memory like hellfire and refused to let go-

Aziraphale dares to hope that maybe, after a couple of days in the bookshop, Crowley might just decide he doesn't want to leave. Or maybe he'll realise that he doesn't need to keep driving his plants around with him wherever he goes. And that there's space for them in the bookshop - Aziraphale cleared a space for them. And maybe he'll learn to trust Aziraphale to protect them in the same way that Aziraphale trusts Crowley to take care of his books. Demons don't trust easily of course, but Crowley has always been special.

It's a bit of a fool's hope, but neither Heaven nor Hell have any particular shortage of fools.

Nothing could prevent it from feeling like a kick in the teeth when he gets back to London, and Crowley practically flings the box of houseplants into Aziraphale's arms, as if he can't bear to leave them in the shop for a moment longer.

That's fine. Aziraphale won't push. He will respect Crowley's boundaries. He'll show Crowley that it's safe for them to finally let their guards down, and then everything will all be wonderful.

That's another hope that Aziraphale is holding tightly to his chest.

If the thing with the plants was a kick in the teeth, then the next thing that happens is a stab in the gut. It takes Aziraphale a moment to notice - distracted as he is by the organisation of the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeeper's Monthly Meeting (which is all going rather spiffingly) - but once he does, he can't help but feel offended that Crowley would rather wait in Justine's restaurant than the bookshop.

He does seem rather... agitated, too. Even if it is mainly about the slight issue of their amnesiac archangel.

Aziraphale supposes that it's his fault for putting too much pressure on the dear boy, but that can't be helped. Besides, he has a Plan which is surely going to solve all their problems at once. Jane Austen style. (Although it might be something other than diamonds that Aziraphale is planning to steal tonight.)

By the time that he gets back to the shop, Crowley seems to have made up with Gabriel again, which is such a relief. Aziraphale finds a job for him to do anyway, because the demon does so like to feel useful. And apart from that, Aziraphale has to admit that he wants to evening to be at least a little bit of a surprise.

There's the strangest feeling in the air, like everything is about to change. Something is getting closer, and Aziraphale can't help but have a good feeling.

Like a sense of impending... love.

He can't tell exactly what for, or who from, or why now, but something about it gives the impression of being too great or powerful to be put into words.

And that all seems rather promising, if he thinks about it.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #my writing #actually did not mean to write anything at all it just kind of grew whoops #i cannot stop thinking about how Crowley spent up to potentially four years Not Telling Aziraphale #that he'd been kicked out of his flat #because apparently sleeping in his car with his plants was the easier option #i'm obsessed with them #their exactlys are more different from each other than either of them possibly could have imagined #they're so messy they're so human i love that for them #ineffable idiots

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The death of Jack, the rise of the Evil Shadow-Child:

Jack dies.

On the battlefield, TFW is overwhelmed, and Cas more easily takes on the role of acting commander. This makes good sense to me, as angels are codified by open war, and hunters are more associated with guerilla tactics. The way the spirits hit look like bombs, further underlining the battlefield motif.

Cas calls for them to follow and cover him as they try to get Jack to "safety," as if they're still moving on heroic muscle memory.

As if things will be fine.

Cas takes Jack in a "fireman's carry." This emphasizes his strength and protector status.

Even though Sam and Dean clear the way ahead, at some point Dean drops back to run with Cas, covering his peripheral.

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Inside, they're reeling. Not processing:

Cas looks away. Dean will do the same shortly, hiding his grief.

Dean's chest starts to heave after he looks down.

Meanwhile, Sam...bargains. Hopes Cas can fix it. (This recalls when Cas died, and Sam asked Dean: "What about Cas...is he really dead?")

Here, he looks to Cas to make things better:

Sam's chest breathes heavily in disbelief, like it's hitting him for the first time what's actually happened.

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Meanwhile, Dean looks for someone to blame, trying to find a common enemy as a rallying point. He's also in fact trying to re-establish a connection with Cas for support and comfort. (But there is no comfort to be had here.)

His distress comes spilling out as anger. To me, it reads as irrational, panicked spousal anger. Cas is the one who makes it okay. "What do we do Cas?"

We get my favorite Dean-Cas sniping at each other. When one doesn't know what to do, there is appealing to one another + frustration.

["I don't know / I don't know what's going on here / I didn't know this would involve ingesting some magic sphere and disappearing, Dean!" Etc. (Cas has been doing this since at least season 6, and vice versa). TFW appeals to each other in general when they're lost, but the Dean-Cas appealing is typically a very emotional appeal.]

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And here is the glimpse of aborted grief.

...followed by rationalizing and denying culpability: "Chuck. Man, I knew it." (It's like the script says: He didn't. He was wrong. He trusted the wrong person. It's like Metatron. Like Gadreel. Rinse, repeat.)

Jack's death hurts.

And it also hurts to be wrong.

Placing and displacing blame on Chuck allows grief to be sidestepped. Since Dean cannot face the weight of that grief, he turns to revenge. (Like how John could never look directly at Mary's death. Revenge is a shield against reality, delaying grief and intense emotions.)

So, Sam. Sam hops into solve-it mode:

Sensing a potential escape, they work to move the stones. Of note, they struggle with the stones. This is building towards the Evil Child motif, because like the fireman's carry, it serves to highlight Castiel's protector and strength imagery. Cas's difference in strength is usually hidden away by narrative mechanism, but here it's allowed to be more obvious.

Sam and Dean having to work together to drag the stone away from the wall, but when a zombie tunnels through, Cas just--

Cass nods-- welcome. Dean rises--

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Side note: If Dean is playing the blame game in response to Jack's death, and Sam is in problem-solving mode, Cas grief gets channeled into stoic violence. We'll see this again when he absolutely obliterates Belphegor and "brutally" stabs the djinn. Like with Lucifer, his power is actually accented by anger. He is simmering, unable to do the peaceful things (healing, control, discipline). However, when he's angry? HIs powers almost work too well.

Instinctually, I think Cas pulls his powers back when he gets strong emotions, lest he become like Lucifer or soulless!Jack, powering it into a, to quote the 15x03 script, "rage kill."

Being gentle towards his loved ones, dutiful, and reserved is his emotions is something he seems to pride himself on. He doesn't want to lose that, so he steps away--distances.

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And finally, we get Belphegor, the ultimate grief delaying tactic. His appearance functions to delay the reality of Jack's passing further:

CAS: That's not Jack. That's a demon.

And yet...it looks like him. It's almost like Jack's still alive--

But Belphegor is a false notion.

He's a shadow anxiety. Not "real," in a sense. It's authorial interference, superimposing discomfort on an already terrible trauma. Jack has been recently soulless, he's killed Mary, and Bel is a natural outcropping of every toxic anxiety you can think of.

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The first thing Belphegor does is dons sunglasses.

He puts on the sunglasses to hide the reminder of his death, of course, but in doing so he also becoming a dark reflection. Jack reversed. Evil child. Changeling. The dark reflection of Jack contains all the shadow-family-unit anxieties--

--and most of those are focused on Dean and Cas, not Sam.

(Why? You know why.)

[Symbolically, sunglasses give you self-confidence and freedom to act against your personas. They hide our insecurities and our pain.]

Belpheghor will directly embody the narrative's trite cliche of "dark family" -> Freudian pop-psy shadow:

(a) The protector-father Cas "is muscle." But ultimately, he's a rival to be barraged with hostility and supplanted. That's why Bel's motif directly parallels Godstiel's past actions.

(b) The [other father] Dean is an object of desire to be admired and possessed: "You're gorgeous." Ultimately, he wants to drive the protector-parent away so he can suck up all the attention from the parent he admires.

There is no scientific basic for this particular pop-psy, and I find it something of a cliche/overused/overemphasized in media (to say nothing of what the flawed case studies usually reveal about the analysts themselves), but I do think Bel taps into this narrative anxiety as the "Evil Child / Supplanter."

It's a trope. If Bel were to become a recurring characters, he would narratively resolve by identifying with the object of hostility and subsequently abandoning the desire of false fixation. (Like how in Amara's case, healthily identifying with her hated brother and understanding his actions allowed her to abandon her Civil War-type aggression and see through the falsely constructed love object, Dean.)

But in Bel's case, he's not a recurring character. He's a falsity, a doppleganger. This false image is simply killed, and the Enchantment of Delayed Grief breaks. Jack's death has no root in this false construction of "secret psy-pop drama." Instead, it's a tragedy.

Nevertheless, AS a trope, it's a flashing neon sign that Bel pretty much...doesn't pay Sam a lick of attention, lol. This motif underlines that while Sam is a mentor type of parent, he's more of an older brother who shares in the village caretaking, not the root material for a pop drama the way that Dean and Cas are.

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Anyway, OVERALL, Bel is just a symbol of anxiety in the viewer.

For the characters, he's simply a delaying and denial of reality . When Bel dies, Jack's death becomes real, and the grief is all the worse for the delay.

#belphagor #on grieving #aborted grief #incest mention #just to be safe #even though it isn't #that's not how shadow anxieties function #they're there to elicit discomfort #mcd death #jack kline #jack's death #belphegor as shadow jack

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