#joseph x reader x ruvik

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Overdue Exchanges of Affection (Joseph Oda x Fem! Reader: Smut One-Shot)

disclaimer: this is SMUT VERY NSFW PLS DO NOT READ THIS IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT!! also this is my first time writing smut in a pretty long time any and all criticism will be very much appreciated!

a/n: tbh i made this bc i hit a writers block with the rookie detective so hopefully this helps me write the next chapter for it LOL

short synopsis: the reader and sebastian find their way to joseph, where they find him unconscious in the bathtub. the reader had become extremely close friends with the detective prior to entering the STEM system, and was extremely relived upon finding him again. they share a few moments of bonding and finally admit their true feelings to one another, regretting that neither of them hadn't done so sooner.

word count: 4670

You, along with Joseph, Sebastian, and Kidman had all recently (and unknowingly) entered the STEM system after an unexpected detour to Beacon Mental Hospital. You had been working alongside Joseph and Sebastian for about 3 years, and Kidman for only 1. Within that time frame, you inevitably developed strong feelings for the bespectacled detective. Even upon meeting him for the first time, his handsome appearance seemed to strike you immediately, but it was his personality that truly stuck out to you. He was kind, smart, considerate, and charmingly optimistic. You became good friends, best friends even. A kind of friendship that would be too good to lose if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. But now, if you lost each other before you could tell him how you truly felt, you don’t know what you’d do with yourself.

You and Sebastian had both managed to find each other through the horrors of Ruvik’s petrifying world. You both had just run into an unexpected encounter with Ruvik. Shortly following the horrifying chase up the stairs together, all of the metal supports holding up the platform you both stood atop of seemed to collapse from underneath you. The rattling and shaking of the steel stilts made it impossible to maintain your balance as gravity rapidly pulled the both of you south. While the rushing air flowed through your hair and clothes, your stomach seemed to drop to the deepest pits of your body. The moment your body slammed into the floor beneath you, you felt your breath get knocked out of your lungs as you struggled to even open your eyes.

You heard Sebastian grunt beside you as he struggled to stand up. You laid there for just an extra second longer before you finally found the strength to rise up. The floor felt cold beneath your fingertips as you begrudgingly pushed your body upwards. Your shoes squeaked against the floor as you rested your hands on your knees for a few moments, catching your breath as you finally stood up straight.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian inquired, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Yeah.. yeah I’m alright,” you replied, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes.

“We should continue on. We really, really need to get out of here, and we need to look for Joseph! And Kidman,” you quickly added at the end.

While you had been busting your ass to make it out alive, Joseph still resided in the back of your mind and you were worried sick. ‘Where was he? How is he? Is he still alive? I miss him!’ Were all thoughts that seemed to swirl through your mind on repeat.

“You’re right. Let’s go, I think I see a door at the end of the hallway,” Sebastian commented, leading the way.

Quickly following behind him, you caught a glimpse of someone behind the bars in the small window of the door. Was that.. dark hair and glasses? 

“Joseph!” You exclaimed, practically shoving Sebastian out of the way to get to the door.

He was lying unconscious in a bathtub, filled with a foggy liquid. You quickly rushed to his side, cupping his face in your hands.

“Joseph, come on, wake up,” you murmured, lightly shaking him.

“Joseph!” Sebastian exclaimed, reaching for a lever beside the tub.

As he pulled the lever, the tub lurched forward, spilling out all of its contents, including Joseph. You immediately rushed to his side, attempting to catch him. Or at the very least soften his fall. He ended up landing on top of you and dragging the both of you onto the floor.

As you quickly rushed to sit up and help him up onto his feet, you noticed he finally regained consciousness. “Joseph! Joseph– I.. I…” Words seemed to escape from you as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

You felt your breath begin to quicken as you debated whether or not you should just give into your desires and tackle him into a hug. But it seemed Joseph beat you to it. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. You hadn’t expected him to be the type to enjoy physical affection, but you were very pleasantly surprised.

“(First Name)..!  Are you alright? It’s alright. I’m so glad you’re alright,” he rubbed your back as you sobbed into his shoulder.

His clothes were soaking wet, but you could still feel his warmth through them.

Your cries were soon interrupted by Joseph entering a coughing fit. He had to let go of you as he faced his head downwards, not wanting to cough on either of you.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Sebastian immediately commented, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I.. I don’t know what I am. But it’s definitely not okay,” Joseph added, “you brought me here?”

His shoulders trembled as he began to cough again, his face becoming even more pale than before. 

He turned back to you, looking into your eyes with a look of concern.

“(First Name), I’m sorry, I–” Joseph began, but was quickly interrupted by Sebastian pulling him up off the floor. 

“We need to get out of here,” Sebastian mentioned, pulling Joseph by his arm, “can you move?”

You carefully placed your hand on Joseph’s lower back, trying to steady him as gently as you could. By how he was acting, he was clearly in pain.

“Yeah, I..” Joseph replied, only to fall back to his knees again.

“Joseph!” 

You sighed, lowering back down to his level.

“Here, this might hurt a bit, but this should help,” you suggested, grabbing a medical syringe from your pocket.

He didn’t question your actions. He trusted you unconditionally as one of his closest companions, but let out a sharp grunt as he felt you insert the needle of the syringe into his forearm.

“Sorry about that. But that should help for the time being,” you added, your hand moving upwards towards his shoulder, then near the base of his neck.

“Are you feeling any better?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He turned his gaze to you, his eyes momentarily flickering to your lips before immediately meeting your eyes again.

“Uh, yeah. Thank you, (First Name),” Joseph expressed his gratitude as he tried to stand again.

While he didn’t seem 100% better, he was certainly in better condition than before. He was able to stand on his own two feet without needing assistance.

“We need to get out of here, and fast,” Joseph said, lending you his hand to help you up.

Taking his hand, he quickly pulled you up. He was surprisingly strong, and pulled you up a bit too fast. You weren’t able to catch your balance in time, and you ended up falling on Joseph with a bit of a ‘thud!’ 

He, on the other hand, only stumbled backwards a bit, but was still able to catch you. 

“Sorry!” You immediately apologized, trying to stabilize yourself.

As you tried to regain your balance yourself, you realized that you.. couldn’t. Almost as if you were stuck in place. You were a bit confused, until you felt Joseph place his hand on the back of your head, and his face in your hair. At that moment you could feel his other arm, which was wrapped around your waist, tighten. But he was cautious not to squeeze you too hard so as to not hurt you.

“...Joseph?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was a few seconds of silence, before you heard a sniffle from beside you.

“I’m..” His voice seemed to get caught in the pits of his throat as you could hear him sniffle again.

He had to take a few moments to catch his breath before he finally spoke again.

“I’m so glad you’re alright..!” Joseph’s voice cracked as he pulled you in tighter.

You were a bit surprised, to say the least. You always thought you cared for Joseph miles more than he would ever care for you. You were almost sure you were in love with him, but you never thought even for a second that there was a chance the feelings would ever be reciprocated. It was this moment that you truly thought that there may be a chance that his care for you stretched beyond that of a friend, or a best friend even.

Your arms seemed to move on their own as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him back. As you buried your face in his shoulder again, his shirt was soaking wet, but still smelled of him. 

It was in this moment that you regretted not telling him how you felt sooner. What if you never made it out alive? What if neither of you never made it out alive? What if you never escape this hellhole to begin with? This may likely be your only chance to finally tell him how you felt. You couldn’t pass this moment up, you just couldn’t. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you lost your one and only chance to finally tell him. 

“Joseph.. Joseph, I.. I love you,” you confessed, your voice cracking and your heart beating out of your chest.

He pulled back for a moment, but his grip around you never faltered. He seemed shocked, as he took a moment to look you in the eyes.

You couldn’t maintain eye contact, and immediately looked away the moment his eyes met yours. This is the moment I’m going to get rejected? I should’ve just enjoyed the moment. I can’t believe that this– your thoughts were violently interrupted by the feeling of his lips slamming into yours.

Your eyes went wide as you stared at him in disbelief. It took you a long few seconds to process what just happened, before you finally cupped his cheek in your hand and kissed him back.

You could feel him exhale against your lips as one of his hands moved to cup your face while the other gently grabbed your hip to pull you closer. 

“Ahem!” Sebastian loudly cleared his throat as you both quickly pulled away from each other.

You froze. You both completely forgot that Sebastian was there.

“Sorry to interrupt you two, but we need to get out of here as fast as we can. I, uh, I’ll go search for an exit since you both need a few.. minutes,” Sebastian awkwardly shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind him and quickly walking away from the door.

The second the door shut, not a moment of hesitation was exchanged between the both of you as you both immediately shrouded the other in another kiss. Without even realizing it, he moved his thigh in between your legs and gently pushed it against you. Eliciting a quiet moan, he seemed to grow more aggressive with the kiss, even going as far as you lick your bottom lip, asking for an entrance. You happily obliged, as you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders. 

You felt his tongue gently intertwine with yours, all the built up love and (somewhat occasional) lust for him all seemed to unleash itself at once. Joseph leaned over your form, bending you backwards slightly as he gently pushed himself against you with slightly more force. You pressed your body as tightly as you could against his as you felt his hands travel south. One of his hands gently gripped your hip and the other remained on the small of your back as he gently guided you to a nearby table. 

One of his arms held the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up onto the table. He treated your body so delicately, never once being too rough with you. He gently rested one of his hands on your thighs, gently pulling it to the side as he stood in between your legs. 

He took a moment to admire your form, his eyes slowly, and carefully scanning your body as you leaned backwards on the table.

“You’ve always been.. so beautiful, (First Name). Both inside and out,” Joseph murmured, one of his hands resting on the side of your face.

“I love you, (First Name). More than I could have ever imagined. If only I had.. told you sooner. Then we would have been able to do.. so many things together. I.. I had been planning on asking you out on a date. But now look where we are,” Joseph whined, suddenly growing sad.

“Joseph, my love,” you gently guided his head upwards to look you in the eyes, “we’re going to get out of here. And when we do, we can do anything we want together– go on as many dates as we want to. I promise.” You smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right,” Joseph replied, his hand gently pushing your head back towards him for another kiss.

As he deepened the kiss, he unconsciously moved further towards you. You could feel him press his bulge against your clothed heat, making you squirm. You pushed yourself onto him further, wrapping your legs around his torso and resting your arms atop his shoulders.

You could feel him pant against your lips, stifling a moan as he pulled away for air. In that brief moment, he began to trail kisses across your body. Starting from just the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, down to your jawline, then the base of your neck. First removing your vest, button by button. His fingers just barely grazed over your breasts for a moment before he gently tugged on your tie, pulling you in for a kiss and loosening it at the same time. Once he pulled your tie off from around your neck, he undid the top few buttons of your white button-up shirt, pulling it loosely off one of your shoulders.

He continued his gentle kisses, occasionally nipping your skin with his teeth. His touch was immaculate, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine as he continued to treat your skin like it were porcelain, and he was the sculptor. 

You could feel each moan erupting from your chest uncontrollably as he pressed his bulge against you as he continued to unbutton your shirt even further. 

“Joseph..” you moaned as you threw your head back, feeling his hand travel to your inner thigh.

Carefully removing his lips from your shoulder, he looked up at you as his glasses slid down his nose. You adjusted his glasses for him, pushing them back up his nose. Not wanting to remove his other hand from your thigh, he settled for using his teeth to take off one of his gloves. As he bit down on the fingertip of his black leather glove, quickly discarding it, he rested his bare hand on your face again. This time, his thumb caressed your lower lip, gently pressing down on the soft flesh.

You parted your lips upon the contact as he slowly inserted his thumb into your mouth. Locking eyes with him, you swirled your tongue around his finger, grabbing his wrist and pulling it further into your mouth. He let out a soft moan at the sight, his lips parting and his eyebrows raised as he added his index finger into your mouth as well.

The feeling of your tongue around his fingers and that submissive look in your eyes was driving him mad. His pants felt even tighter than before as he used his other hand to adjust himself in his slacks. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was adjusting himself or borderline masturbating to the woman in front of him as she sucked on his fingers. 

“Fuck, (First Name),” he panted, pressing his hand against his bulge.

You moaned in response, pulling him in closer with your legs to grind on his extremely obvious arousal. He immediately let out a soft groan as he took his fingers out from your mouth, licking your saliva off of his fingers before quickly licking his lips again. You felt his hand travel to your bottom, carefully squeezing your ass as he pulled you closer to him as he grinded on you. The sensation was absolutely sinful, like he was fucking you with your clothes on.

With a moan of delight, you pulled him in by his tie and encapsulated his lips in another kiss. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, one of his hands roamed your inner thigh and the other found its way back to your buttons. Pulling away to get a better look, Joseph rested his forehead against yours. He panted against you as he finally finished unbuttoning your shirt. Quickly discarding your clothes and setting them carefully beside you on the table, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He stared in awe at how beautiful you looked with only a bra on. 

He gulped, his lips slightly parting again as he quickly adjusted himself in his pants before going straight for your belt. He struggled for a moment, but you helped him pull it off of you and you tossed it on the floor, the buckle making a loud ‘clink!’ upon impact.

As he unbuttoned your slacks and pulled them down to your ankles, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire you. You looked absolutely delicious, your pink lacy bra and your matching colored panties just did it for him. He could see how soaked you were through your underwear. He quickly pulled off his other glove as he placed one of his hands back on your shoulder as it slowly moved south. His fingers were slightly calloused, but still gentle and soft. The back of his hands had a few veins running down them and into his forearm, and his fingers were long and nimble. 

He seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“M-may I..?” He asked, his hand hovering over one of your breasts.

“I’m all yours, Joseph,” you replied, gently taking his wrist and guiding it down to your breast for him.

He quickly took a shallow breath upon the contact, and you could see his other hand find its way back to his clothed erection as it twitched in his pants. He pressed himself against his hand, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Fuck, Joseph,” you panted.

You quickly went to unbuckle his belt, you couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked delicious, and you could see how big he was already. His bulge pressed tightly against the confines of his slacks, creating a long thick bulge that was begging to be released.

He quickly moved his hands to assist you. His pants felt tighter than ever before as he quickly discarded his belt as you immediately went for his pants and unbuttoned his slacks, pulling down the zipper. 

The gray boxers he wore strained against his throbbing erection, a wet spot present at the tip with precum. He was much bigger than you thought originally as you stared at it. He was maybe.. 8 inches? A scary length, and you could already imagine the initial pain it would cause. But it didn’t matter, as long as it was him that you got to share such an experience with.

“Fuck,” he panted, loosening his tie and undoing the top button all with one hand.

You rushed to take his tie off for him, pulling it down from around his neck as he quickly unbuttoned his white button-up shirt. You helped with his vest, quickly undoing the few buttons and pulling it off from around his shoulders. You never took him as the type to work out, but you would always wonder. His broad shoulders seemed to slightly give it away, but with how bulky the KCPD uniform was, you were always unsure.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you were aching for him at this point, wanting to feel any kind of friction. 

You hastily pulled his boxers down for him as you looked back up at him through your eyelashes with a pleading expression painting your features. 

“Fuck, (First Name), don’t look at me like that..” Joseph muttered under his breath, as he pushed himself further between your legs.

“Why not, Joseph?” You teased, your index finger gently running across his collarbone.

He couldn’t find the words to respond, only began trying to fiddle with your bra clasp to get it off of you. You lightly chuckled in response to the slightly frustrated look on his face as he struggled. But you finally gave in, and helped him unclasp your bra.

As it hung on by the straps on your shoulders, you pulled it off painfully slow as he watched in anticipation. The moment you were fully exposed to the cool air, he immediately took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as the other moved underneath your panties. His fingers were warm against your heat as he used his thumb to gently run over your clit. You winced at the contact, your thighs squeezing his hand as he teased your entrance. You unconsciously rolled your hips into his fingers, begging for more.

He attacked your neck with kisses as he slowly curled his fingers inside of you, his fingers creating slow waves. The pleasure hit you like a truck and all you wanted was more, his fingers were like magic.

You panted into his shoulder, your fingertips digging into his back.

“Fuck, Joseph! I.. I need you,” you begged, squeezing his torso in between your thighs as you pushed yourself against his bare cock.

He winced at the contact, a small moan escaping from his lips at your warm liquid lightly touching the tip of his erection. As he pulled his boxers down, one hand lightly rubbing the base of his cock, he gently lined the tip up with your entrance. He rubbed the tip lightly around your entrance, just lightly grazing your clit.

Your thighs clenched together at the blissful sensation. 

“P-please.. Joseph..” your nails dug into his back in anticipation, “I need you so fucking badly.”

“God, (First Name). I love you,” he called out your name as he gently began to insert himself inside of you.

Trying to be as gentle as he could, he slowly began to push himself further inside of you, until you noticed him pause for a moment. You looked up at him, scanning his face.

“I.. uh..” Joseph began, his voice slightly shivering.

“I.. I’ve never done anything like this before. So I apologize if it’s.. bad. Or if.. uh.. I finish a bit fast,” he embarrassedly apologized, his cheeks turning red.

His hesitance and inexperience was strangely cute.

“It’s– it’s alright. It’s my first time too so don’t worry,” you chuckled a bit.

“It is?” He looked up at you, seemingly a bit surprised.

“Yeah,” you admitted, “you’re my first.”

He chuckled under his breath.

“I guess we get to learn this together,” he lightheartedly remarked.

He looked you in the eyes again, both of his hands resting on either side of your face as he gently rested his forehead against yours. You could feel him slowly inserting himself, despite him being gentle, his large size made it extremely painful. You winced, grabbing hold of Joseph. Your nails dug into his back, trying to bite your lip so as to not make any noise. You could feel him stretching out your inner walls, until he was finally all the way in.

You panted as you could feel him slowly begin to slowly pull out, then back in again. The sensation as he pulled back out elicited a soft sigh from you, sweet relief washing over your body. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he finally began to push himself back inside of you again. You could feel him tremble and his cock pulsate inside of you. He was holding himself back just for you, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you in any way, shape, or form. You could feel his breath against your bare chest as his erection was finally pushed all the way inside of you again.

The pain made you wince as he filled you up completely, the sensation of him pulling in and out felt so, extremely painful. You could feel tears threatening to spill as you scrunched your eyes in pain. 

He slowly began to pull out again, but this time the pain finally blurred into that of pleasure, and you craved for more.

“F-faster.. can.. you go faster?” You pleaded in between heavy breaths.

His eyes seemed to widen as you asked that, as he quickly nodded in hungry affirmation. 

“Anything for you, (First Name),” he happily obliged, quickening his pace as his grip around your thighs tightened. 

His hand snaked around the base of your neck, gently pushing down on your trachea, lightly choking you. You never took him as the type to be into choking, but you weren't complaining. The feeling shot below the pits of your stomach, as you felt yourself grow warmer at the sensation. You harshly grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand against your neck further, eliciting a soft moan as you tugged on the side of his hair to pull him into a harsh kiss. His tongue immediately intertwined with yours as he bit down onto your bottom lip, this time with significantly more force. The slight twinge of pain only made the moment grow hotter as you squeezed his torso in between your thighs. 

He moaned against your lips as his pace quickened with vigor. The wet, sloppy sounds eliciting from each thrust mixed with both of your barely-stifled moans echoed throughout the empty room. In the back of your mind, you desperately hoped Sebastian couldn’t hear any of the amorous noises louding emitting from the both of you. 

You could see Joseph’s stomach tighten, as his pace slightly slowed down.

“(F-First Name), I’m.. fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum..! I’m.. I’m..” he whined as his breathing grew heavier.

He groaned as he rolled his hips further into you, savoring every last inch of your dripping arousal as he pumped himself into you. Soft whimpers escaped from his lips with every slow, thorough thrust into you. His cock stretched your inner walls and you could feel the knot in your stomach slowly begin to come undone.

“F-fuck! I can’t, I’m.. I’m gonna..” he breathily moans as he quickly pulls out from inside of you.

Had he pulled out a second longer, he would’ve came inside of you. The last thing that any of you would want is an unexpected pregnancy, but luckily his timing sufficed in just the nick of time. 

He continued to stroke himself as he came, letting all of it drip onto your torso and your thighs. You felt yourself finally begin to relax the moment you finished as well, your back hitting the wall as you leaned back. You both shared a moment where you just looked at each other as you both tried to catch your breaths.

Joseph pulled you in for one last kiss before saying, “I love you so much. You have no idea how long I had been waiting to do that,” he admitted.

“I love you, Joseph, so, so much,” you replied, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

Joseph immediately grabbed your button-up shirt, which had previously been discarded to the floor, and helped you to get it back on.

“Come on, we’d better clean ourselves up and get dressed. I don’t know how long we've kept Sebastian waiting for,” he mentioned, picking up the rest of your clothes for you and helping you dress yourself.

You both hastily helped each other get dressed again, both of you desperately hoping that Sebastian hadn’t heard any of what just happened.

You really were lucky to have a man like Joseph in your life. Kind, sweet, gentle, and considerate.

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Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

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Run or I will kill you. Ruvik x GN!Reader angst Part one

Part Two

TW: Mention of guns and shooting, mention of gore, mention of death.

You were on a case with Sebastian, Joseph, and Kidman. You don't know what was happening but suddenly the ground breaks beneath you and you fall into what seems to be a much colder and darker part of the hospital you look up to see if you can find a way out but you can't even see the light that was once above you "Shit." you mutter to yourself before taking out your gun and checking how many bullets you had, you had used almost your entire clip earlier for the criminal before hand that you had to shoot down. "Double shit." you heard a growl and you shouted "Whose there?! This is the KCPD!" a monster darts out at you and you quickly shoot it in the head.

"What the fuck." you think to yourself out loud "Best to avoid whatever those things are." you walk slowly throughout the maze attempting to find your way out as soon as possible finding from the monsters lurking inside when needed and killing them quickly if they spotted you, you quickly find an elevator and you quickly lock yourself inside of it as you hear one of those things scream attracting the rest you were sure of it and you were right but now you are trapped in a very rickety elevator that looks like it belongs to the sixteen hundreds. The elevator shook as they tried to grab you or the straps of your outfit you were practically glued to the wall furthest away from them looking at their arms and faces covered in blood. Fear can't even begin to describe what you felt in that moment but a crash is heard inside the maze, then a scream. It drove them away, you felt bad for whomever that was but you were safe now and you can only cry silently for a moment and you pressed the up button but as it began to move up it paused and you fell with a scream. Hours later you wake up with a groan and you look around you as you are still safely in the elevator "Gotta move." you say to yourself and you quickly get up and pry open the doors of the elevator. You wince at the pain in your side and you look down at your waist to see blood coming out steadily "shit..." you put pressure on the wound and walk through the room looking for bandages its a big room with a tall ceiling that almost resembles a church in a way there is a long dark hall in front of the elevator that you don't remember being there "What the..." you try your best to forget about it and you see that nothing is in this room so you go into the hall and you see an old security room which you go into thinking that they may have cameras or a map but they have something better. Bandages and ammo along with a shotgun "Fuck yes." you grab the things and you clean your wound before stitching it up with the first aid kit you found underneath the desk there is no working power but there is walkie talkies on the dead guards which you take. "Sorry but I'm going to need these..."

this is only the first part. I wrote this in class so please forgive me if it seems rushed or if the grammar is bad, German is my first language so I'm not the best at English

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Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik, Sebastian Castellanos, Leslie Withers, Juli Kidman, Joseph Oda

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunin

Love and Deepspace

Sylus, Rafayel, Xavier

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[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Road trip Head Canons

Ruvik: - the one who drives because he likes the control - you’re in charge of snacks - only classical music - he will not tolerate anything else - those weird philosophical 3am self-questioning conversations -will break for old book stores or museums -still rather serious but that’s just who he is but he loves when you get really excited by things on the side of the road - always has to eat at a decent restaurant at least once per day - considers a lot of fast food to be gross - stops at deserted rest stops and will take a short walk with you through the woods if a trail is available

 Sebastian: - take turns driving but he ends up driving more - playing the license plate game and trying to come up with the funniest or the most inappropriate word combos - he brings so many snacks - always gotta top up at lonely gas stations - plenty stops on the side of the road for pictures and adventure breaks - radio karaoke - will feed you food as you drive as long as you do it for him - in the quiet moments when only the headlights light the way he had his hand on your thigh - windows rolled down

 Joseph:

- you both share the driving equally

- the one who loves stopping for Denny’s at like, midnight

- loves the sunset over the horizon and will stop driving just to get out and watch it for a little bit

-when you stop for the sunrise, sunset, or even food the best place to sit is the hood of the car

- talk radio with some discussions you’d never see yourself having, like if you could encase the mood in silly putty and how it would be feasibly possible

- you both try and find animals on the side of the road, though whoever isn’t driving does the most of the finding

- always finds the strangest, most secluded rest stops

- if there is a stream or lake you can bet you’ll be skipping stones and dipping your toes if you can

- loves stopping is small towns and partaking in local business

- you go antique hunting or visit the small tourist attractions available

- he takes lots of pictures and most of them are you if you’re okay with it

- will 100% stop at small roadside attractions or even public parks to check them out

- loves to say you’ve been there

[mradministratorsir]

TEW: Them wanting affection in bed when you don’t

Harsh lmfao, but an idea that came into my head. This is months old, but finally got around to working with it. Hope you enjoy! 

Written with Fem!Reader in mind, but can be taken as Gender Neutral as well.

Administrator: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, he’d be offended. He wouldn’t show it, although his eyes and eyebrows would tell all. He’d watch as you turn over and he himself would also turn away. He’d stare at the wall, fairly upset and a little frustrated. He’d stay silent. You two would sleep back to back that night. 

Juli Kidman: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, her eyebrows would furrow. You’d turn away and she’d sit up, reaching out to lightly rest her hand on your hip. “___?” She’d ask, only to be ignored. She’d study you momentarily, letting out a soft sigh before laying back, slightly hurt. She’d fall asleep facing you. 

Sebastian Castellanos: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, he’d be taken aback. After you turned away, he’d reach out to place his hand on your arm, gently squeezing. “What’s wrong?” He’d ask quietly, only for you to shrug him off. After a moment he’d lean down, press a kiss to your shoulder and mutter, “Love you too.” before going to sleep.

Joseph Oda: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, he could tell that something was wrong. He’d frown as you turn away, propping himself up a little. He would reach out to brush his hand against your back, but you would scoot away from his touch. “You can talk to me.” He says, sounding somewhat defeated before laying back down. He’d worry about you, wondering why you could possibly be in a mood and how he could help. 

Ruben Victoriano: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, this stubborn boy.. He’d be a little confused (even though he was a bit of a dick before about physical touch). He’d watch you turn over and be like ‘No affection? With me…? Pff.’ and attempt to scoot closer until you push into him with your arm. He’d lay back while letting out a small huff, looking at you and then the ceiling, back and forth. He’d mumble to himself, unable to sleep.

Stefano Valentini: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, he’d grow curious. As you’d turn over, he’d cock his head to the side, wondering why you’re acting in such a way. “Is.. something wrong?” He asks, putting his tongue in cheek when he gets no response. He lays back, scoffing, offended.

Marcelo Jimenez: While seeking affection, trying to get close to you only for you to reject it, he’d just kinda sigh. As you would turn away, he’d be bummed. He’d settle down into bed, unsure. He would begin to overthink, wondering if there was something he had done wrong. Going over everything that happened throughout the day. He’d glance at you before trying to brush off his thoughts and fall asleep.

tags: @stemghost @atticxsblxe​ @sebbycastellanos​

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[pancake4848]

Help!

Okay! I want to start making some x reader (Or even x male reader) one shots with my fav characters BUT I have no idea which of my fav characters I wanted to use. I have so many plots and ideas in my head and so many plans, maybe for some long stories that I always wanted to read but never found online so now I have the inparation to just make them. I just need you help to vote for which character you want to see! You can comment, pm me, whichever you please! Please be patient though because my motivation can be fleeting ^^’

Here’s the characters! (Can’t think of them all right now)

TMNT

-Raphael , Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello

Marvel

-Venom/Eddie Brock, OC Symbiote,  Thor, Bruce Banner, Loki, Peter Parker (Spider-man homecoming or PS4)

Detroit: Become Human (Can be android reader or human)

-Connor (RK 800), Ralph (WR600), Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rupert, Daniel, Markus, Jerry(s)

Evil Within

-Ruvik, Stefano Valentini, Joseph Oda, Leslie Withers, Sebastian Castellanos

[orchiddarling]

I loved your Sebastian x reader ♥ ! (All hail the sins...) Can I ask for a Ruben x reader where the reader is a gamer and she got sent into the game (and so into STEM) and she has a huge crush on Ruben so she's just trying non stop to find him and help him and it intrigues him and omg I'm drowning in feels, I'm sorry. Maybe my request is a little too complicated, feel free to ignore this, but thank you anyway for writing TEW fictions !

Haha!Yaaaas. All hail the siiiiiinnnnss.

PS:NEVER GOING TO IGNORE THIS!!! NEVARRRRR… THE FEELS ARE COMING.

Ruvikx Reader \ Wonderland

Pairings:Ruvik x Reader

Warnings:none.

A/N:Gifsbelong to the owners! I do not own these gifs, they are used with theutmost respect.

Ruvikstudied you carefully, it almost seemed as if you were following him.Everywhere he was; you’d be. This was perplexing, you weren’t anormal resident in STEM. How did you get here?

Atthis point you were surrounded by a horde of monsters, their teethgnashing at you while their glowing hollow eyes watched you. You knewyou were in trouble and this time Joseph and Sebastian wouldn’t bethere to save the day. You weren’t the type to give up. Your eyesscanned the small space around you and felt a bottle clank againstyour foot, you picked it up and raised it above your head, “STAYBACK!”

Thisaction made Ruvik chuckle, you were so spirited for someone who wasabout to be eaten by his minions. His power allowed him to flashcloser, his minions noticed this and made him a path through thecrowd to you.

“You,girl,” he offered his hand to you and you gladly took it, “Please,drop the bottle. I will not harm you and neither will they.” Ruviklooked around him at the minions who, as if on queue, backed away andstarted walking in different directions. For a moment, you allowedyourself to breathe, placing the bottle on the ground next to you. Hegrinned and spoke again, “I am–”

“Ruvik,I know. Listen, there’s not much time,” he tilted his headcuriously as you interrupted him, “I’ve come from a world outsidethis one. You are part of a video game, I know, It sounds strange butplease..”

Youtook a breath and noticed he hadn’t let go of your hand yet, youcouldn’t stop your cheeks from becoming rosy, “I’ve played thisgame so many times. I’ve been trying to find you. I care about youand don’t want you to keep getting hurt! I know about your sister andhow you both burned in the barn because of the nasty townspeople. Iknow they’ve torn you a part and are using you in a project calledSTEM.”

Atthis point, Ruvik’s eyes went wide. How did you know so much aboutthis? Was what you were saying true?

“Iknow you’re looking at me like I’m crazy but I’m sure you’ve noticed;I’m not from around here. I don’t know how I’ve been transported herebut I know my will was strong. I want to help you. To help you getout of STEM, go into the real world, and possibly find happinessagain.” You exhaled and waited for Ruvik’s response. This was a lotof information to process and you’d learned that giving one persontoo much information could lead to an overload withmisunderstandings.

Hewatched your expression and knew you couldn’t be lying. He’d studiedpeople and anatomy too long not to notice a liar, his mind thought ofJimenez instantly and then was brought back to reality as you touchedhis shoulder. You reminded him of the kindness that his sister alwaysshowed him, it made him smile, “So, you want to help me escape,hmm?”

Hishand ran through your hair as he watched you, “Such an interestingone. You want to help someone as awful as me.” You shook your headbefore leaning into his hand, “You aren’t awful, Ruvik. You wereput through so much, it’s no wonder you aren’t dead. God knows Iwould be.”

Hegave a nod before pulling you close, “This isn’t a good place totalk, come. Hold on tightly to me.” You knew he was going totransport you both somewhere and you always wondered how it wouldfeel. As your arms wrapped around his muscular torso, your headinstinctively lay on his shoulder. You felt a harsh breeze and aflash of light before you were fully transported into a room. It wasbeautifully decorated with sun flowers, the bed was golden withfloral accents, and the carpet that you both were standing on wasplush and blood red.

“Thisis beautiful, Ruvik.” You were in awe as your eyes wandered aroundthe room. This must be Laura’s room. Ruvik heard you murmur andsmiled. He separated himself from your body, taking his warmth withhim. This left the room feeling colder around you, “Yes, this wasLaura’s room.”

Youcould feel him watching you again, his eyes took in your form and hegrinned. You were something spectacular, he felt like you and Laurawould’ve gotten along very well. You both were so kind and loving, hecould feel this just by touching you, “Why do you want to help me?Hmm, I don’t even know my ‘savior’s’ name.” You could tell he wasbeing snarky, he didn’t fully believe what you were saying but atleast he heard you out and didn’t kill you instantly.

“Myname is (Y/N). I’m not sure if you’ve met Leslie Withers yet?” Atthe mention of that name; Ruvik looked up at you and gave a nod. Ofcourse he did, Joseph and Sebastian were already here, “Leslie isthe one you were searching for, he is your way of getting out ofhere. There are others here that are trying to stop you, I will helpas much as I can.”

Ruvikcouldn’t help but smile widely, you really did care about him,“Alright, Miss (Y/N). I believe you. So far you have told me thetruth but you still haven’t answered my question; why are you wantingto help me?” He walked close, his bare feet falling against thecarpet silently while his hand reached out to touch your cheek. Hefelt how hot you were with his touch. So this is what it feels liketo touch a woman?

“I’mhere because– I care deeply for you Ruvik. I don’t want whathappened in the game to happen to you. You eventually make it outbut– it’s hard to tell if you actually do or not. I want this planto go off without a hitch and for you to escape at the right moment,so that MOBIUS can’t touch you.” You felt your hand lift up andmove underneath his white hood, your thumb stroked his scarred cheekand you smiled, “I really think, if things were different, youwould’ve been an amazing man. I have faith that underneath all thatpain; you still are an amazing man.”

Ruvikdidn’t know what to say, someone actually had faith in him. He hadn’tfelt this inspired since–

Thistime, he wouldn’t let anything or anyone take you away. You made himfeel safe, you made him feel loved. He truly did miss that feelingand since Laura had been gone; all he had felt was cold.

Hewas going to take you with him, he was going to get you out of STEMas well.

Ruviktook your hand in his and held tightly, “While we are in here youwill follow my orders, for your safety. Not all of the monsterslisten to me and I want you as close to me as possible, okay?” Hesounded serious, his voice was low but made goosebumps form on yourskin. You gave a nod to show that you understood before he pulled youin for a quick kiss, “I will not fail, (Y/N). I promise you, I willnot fail you as I did Laura.”

Itwas your turn to remain speechless, at this point your face was amess of red and all you could do was nod.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Caught in the Middle. (A self-indulgent, reader insert) Chapter 18:

After your bath the world felt warm again, you felt alive and clean again. The dress Ruvik gave you was so strange, it fits so wonderfully despite appearing so small, it was so soft and you felt as if a warm hug had enveloped you within it. Ruvik, however, had been less than the red dress draped around you. Sure he made sure to keep you warm and always with a cup of tea, he often left you curled under a blanket on his messy couch with a book and cup. It was growing boring and while you did your best to stay put, you feared running from him again but there was a weight on you like a chain binding you to the room. You felt unable to leave as if the world outside didn’t exist. He would make sure to come and sit with you, quietly enjoying tea. He held you in his arms and stroked your hair, dodging your questions about the others and how they were. “Do not concern yourself with them sunflower. They are simply obstacles in my way and nothing more. Unimportant really…” You’d read through a few semi-interesting books from around the library and mind-numbing boredom had begun to close in on you. Ruvik had once again left you lone in the study, the manors silence echoing off the walls. “Dark… dark… dark…” You could hear faintly what sounded like Leslie drift through the halls. You set both your book and tea down, shedding the warm blanket and creeping off the couch. Your bare feet making tiny little pap noises as you tread to the large mahogany door leading deeper into the manor. Its hinges screamed as you pried the wood open and stuck your head out into the hall.  “Leslie?” You called into the dark, opening the door more in an effort to pull the few shreds of sunlight from the greenhouse into the hall. Again you could hear his whines and garbled speech drift down the hall, beckoning you further into the dark; its chill replacing the warm embrace of sunlight. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you ventured down the hall, calling out gently for Leslie. The hall seemed to go on forever but eventually, you walked right into a wall, smacking your head into the wallpaper. “FUCK!” You cursed loudly, grasping your aching nose. “Bad word, bad words…” You had somehow stumbled into the large foyer, walking conveniently into the wall between heavy doors. Leslie was standing in the small sunlight creeping in through the dusty windows above the humungous front door. How he had gone unseen along with the light, you’d never know but you were just glad to have found him. “Leslie sweetie! Oh, thank goodness, it’s me hunnie, it’s (y/n). Are you okay Leslie?” Moving over to him carefully as to not spook him more, you lifted your hands up towards him. Soon as you came into the light Leslie bolted towards you and buried himself in your arms. He almost took you to the floor with how fast he was going but you didn’t mind, you’d been so worried about him and now he was in front of you, worries sated you felt alive again. Tears fell from your eyes, from stress or happiness you didn’t know but you felt so relieved to be reunited with Leslie. “Don’t cry…” Leslie looked at you with concern as his right covered hand came up to rub your cheek, the scratchy fabric hurt but it was the thought that was important. He continued to make noises while you fussed over him, making sure there were no injuries.

 “Come… come… come…” Leslie did his best to pull you out the door of the manor. You looked back into the manor, the dark halls reminding you of the punishment you received from running away previously; but you needed to be with Leslie, unwilling to be away from him for any longer. You followed him out into the sunlight, blinding yourself. Holding your hand up to the sun in an effort to shield yourself. It warmed your skin and a small warm breeze blew through the grass, giving off a low rustling noise. The grass was soft under your toes, they even wiggled slightly and you noted to take careful steps. You were in a church courtyard, the steps cracked and missing. The yard was enclosed by dark cobblestone and a heavy iron gate with coarse bent bars. Behind was an open field, the dirt trampled from years of constant church attendance, you moved over to the gate as Leslie enjoyed the sunshine, his head tilted up with a warm lazy smile. You peered through the bars, into some stone structures on the other side of the field. Like something was just out of sight. They looked like crypts. You could see the shadow cast from the steeple, it was an odd symbol that reminded you of the cross, though its sharp points set a tone. You’d never seen anything like it before and it felt so obscure like a cult, hiding away in the mountains. Leslie let out a loud wail, whipping around to see officer Kidman dragging Leslie into the church without you. “Hey!” You shouted after her but she ignored you, slamming the door behind the pair. You slammed on the large wood slab, hearing the echo within the large space inside. “Leslie! Officer, it’s me! (Y/n), Leslie’s nurse!” Trying the handle only to find it locked. You could hear gunshots out in the distance but a new sound drifted into your ears… “Father was a stern man.” Ruvik! You spun looking for him but he was nowhere in sight, regardless his voice continued. Proud, I thought intelligent. But he was also pious. A believer. Somehow he always supported the church, no matter what the newspaper said. He waved away the allegations as if they were infallible...” Like the breeze his voice drifted away; you glanced up the door to see the church emblem staring down at you, emblazoned in the door. A shiver ran down your spine as your hand dropped from the door handle. Turning from the door and sinking to the dirt, hands wrapping around your knees as you buried your face into your arms. You were just so tired; tears fell from your eyes. So close to Leslie and you lost him again, now you were alone and Ruvik would surely be mad at you for running again. More gunshots rang out but you couldn’t be bothered to lift your head though they drew closer and a bellowing roar. “Joseph!” You lifted your head. In the field were Joseph, Sebastian and a large bulbous monster which looked like at one point it could have been a dog. It had tackled Joseph to the ground; Sebastian firing into its side. The monster flung itself at him, chasing him around the area as it bellowed. You ran to the gate, screaming their names though they could spare no time to look at you. Their only escape was towards you, but there was no way they could fit through the gate. You would have to pry it open, without thinking you began to pull on the bars, hoping they were weak enough to bend. They creaked and wailed as you yanked, even lifting up your leg and pushing against another bar for leverage. You fell back against the earth, grip failing you. The grass pushed into your skin but the wind that blew over your fallen form parted the grass, its path revealing to you an ax, tucked away so neatly in the shade of the church. Whatever possessed you to spring up and dash to the tool was unknown but it didn’t matter. You slammed the ax down on the bars; a loud clang reverberating through the air. The Sebastian finally alerted to your presence. “(Y/N)!” He called to you as he threw a grenade, putting the beast down. You broke through three connecting bars, tossing the ax and pulling the bars down, making room to squeeze through. “Sebastian!” you called to him as he helped Joseph to his feet. “Over here!” You scooped your hand through the air to signal them they could come through. Hobbling Sebastian passed you Joseph and slid through the cut bars after him; you held Joseph against you and he caught his breath. “Thank you, (y/n). I don’t know what we would have done without you…” Sebastian gave you a small smile as he turned back to the field. Over his shoulder, you could see the monster get back up. Growls rolling from its dripping maw. “I dropped my glasses back there…” Joseph heaved from your shoulder as he stood up and moved to the gate. “Fuck…” Sebastian stared out into the grass and bushes. You gulped audibly as Sebastian slipped through the hole. Joseph picked up some rocks and nearby debris to through the fence, claiming he’d draw it away. Though the beast was more interested in its returning snack; it barreled towards him, swiping Sebastian who barely rolled out of the way. You came up behind Joseph as he tried his best to distract the beast. You hoped Sebastian had found the glasses and he tumbled around the monster before darting back to the gate, the beast close on his heels. Sebastian let out an angry scream as he neared salvation. Throwing himself through the bars and just barely escaping as the monster charged into the gate, its jaw open and gripping onto the bars. Saliva spraying and coating the bars. The gate shaking and it tried to force itself through, you all sat in terror for what felt like an eternity before it gave up and slunk into the bushes. Joseph took his glasses back from Sebastian. “I’m sorry. It’s not just about being unable to see…” He looked so solemn, no clue what had happened to him since the hallway. He put the glasses back on his face, blinking a few times. “It’s about… feeling normal…” You moved to stand beside the pair. “It’s alright let's focus on finding Kidman.” Sebastian turned from you and approached the church. “She’s in the church!” You blurted out. “She took Leslie from me and ran in there! I tried to get in but the door is locked!” Sebastian paused, staring up at the doors. “Then we will find a way in…” Continuing over to the building. Though you and Joseph lingered a moment, he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly and laying kisses on your face. “Thank you (y/n), you saved us. I was so worried about you, I’m so glad you’re okay.” He stopped to admire your clothing. “You changed? Where’d you find this?” “Oh, uh… my clothes got a little too torn up and I luckily found this…” “It looks nice on you… not that it matters right now but, you look pretty.” Joseph pulled you along, following Sebastian up the stairs and finally catching up with him at the top. “Jeez, Joseph, all that for a pair of gasses…” Sebastian huffed mainly to himself. Approaching the door and pushing it open, like nothing, like it was never locked. Blushing with embarrassment, had it been open this whole time? Though space was large and opulent, its furniture was scarce; a few pews and a long red carpet that lead to a statue of a hooded woman. The sun streaming in through the glass and hitting her face with an explosion of color. You could hear muffled voices, unable to tell them apart you called out. “Leslie? Leslie sweetie are you there? It’s (y/n)! You need to come out sweetie, we just want to protect you!” “You have to stay with me, there’s no other way…” The voices were clearer now, seeming to come from a grate below the statue. You ran over and dropped in front of it, trying to see anything in the darkness below. “Leslie!?” Screaming down the grate, repeating his name like a mantra as you gripped the bars. Josephs coughing broke your spell, Sebastian approached him, asking if he was okay, though Joseph looked on the verge of collapse. Torn between to needs you left the grate and began trying to feverishly look over Joseph. Your emotions were strung and you were panicking. Unsure of where to go and what to do. You held Josephs face in your hands, it was cold and clammy. “Sebastian…” His voice wasn’t as strained but he spun in his seat, eyes closed as his head rested in your palms. “You ever had the urge to just jump… when you’re on a high place…” He coughed again, his words worrying you. “Or the subway rolls by… Imagine if you had that urge or a minute straight.” He sucked in a breath, eyebrows scrunching together. “Then two minutes…” “You fought it off three times now, Joseph. You’re learning to stop it.” Sebastian was cool, collected but you were far from it. “What?! Sebastian what's wrong with him!?” You let go and turned to him, eyes darting about his face, looking for answers. But Joseph shoved you forwards into Sebastian which pushed you both away. “You’re not listening.” He slumped over in the pew and looking back up at the two of you. “I’m not worried about stopping it, Seb… I’m worried about not wanting to stop it.” He sat up straighter, removing his glasses. “Some part of me wants to turn.” “Joseph…” You tried to butt in. “Joseph please…” He carried on, ignoring you completely. “I don’t know why and I can’t reason it away… it’s deeper than that. It’s like instinct…” Sebastian began pulling you behind him, silently and coolly staring Joseph down. “And it’s getting stronger.” Another loud ring sounded throughout the church, all three of you keeling in pain. Joseph making loud grunt of agony. “Hold on.” Sebastian’s voice was buried under the noise but he approached Joseph with one of those syringes from earlier, plunging it into his arm and injecting the mystery concoction into his partner. Joseph fell out of the pew and onto the floor, you ran to his side, dropping to the ground and trying to check on him through the blinding noise. The pew in front of you began lifting from the floor, and looking up the best you could, Sebastian was too. On the chandelier was Ruvik, arm outstretched. You and Joseph anchored firmly to the floor, watching in awe and the room lifted and disassembled around you. You looked over at Ruvik, he turned and blew you a kiss before flitting away. Sebastian slamming through the floor and somehow you were pulled alongside him. Falling through corridors until you both slammed against a wall, your tiny frame letting out a small squeak of pain as you came to a stop. It took you a moment before you could feel again. Sebastian helping you off the floor, despite your painful protests. He withdrew another syringe, going for your arm; you pulled away quickly, sending yourself into a spin. “Please (y/n), this helps… let me help you.” He took your arm again, you were hesitant but didn’t protest. The pain overwhelming your senses, you didn’t even feel the needle slip in but the fluid rushing your muscles was nauseating. Sebastian stuck you right above your elbow, probably the only injection site he knew from dealing with drug users for so many years. The empty syringe discarded on the floor, you rubbed your arm. Starting to feel better as Sebastian, still holding your hand began walking back the way you came The surrounding candlelight giving the stone walls a strange dancing glow. Leading you through a room full of candles and a corpse, dried and sat on top of what looked like an altar. Sebastian’s head kept darting all around the room. More monsters hid around corners of what became a crypt, the smell of death in the air. As you looked around silence deafening Sebastian pried a small chunk of the wall off. Which lead to the wall lifting. Like a magic portal or some Scooby Doo bullshit. A winds blew through the maze, haunting the corridors like a ghost. You grabbed onto Sebastian’s arm and pulled yourself close. Your feet were cold down here. Within the hidden space was what looked like a room, full of bookshelves and a lonely bed cast against the wall among some tables. A box sat atop the closest table, its Dials oddly familiar but you couldn’t place them in your mind. Sebastian pulled you along to the opposite end of the room, where you entered a dark stairway. At the bottom was a gate with pale blue light casting a shadow, the bars looked like arms reaching up the stairs to grab you. After reaching the bottom of the stairs you could see a large lumbering figure, it shut itself behind a door but you immediately recognized the thing. It had chased you through the dark hall and brought you to Ruvik; you could barely see it in the dark but upon crashing into the sunroom you were given a brief glance at it. Hesitating to move forward, but you followed Sebastian into the room. Doors seemed to lay all around you though they had no handles no way to open. You felt slightly safe, hoping the monster couldn’t come back either. You sat in the center of the room on one of the stairs while Sebastian began scoping around, disappearing behind a wooden door where you could faintly hear music pour from under the door; you rubbed your feet, trying to bring warmth back to them. Distracted with your own appendages you didn’t notice Sebastian come back until the surrounding doors lifted revealing multiple halls, opening the room to danger. You stared dumbly at Sebastian as if asking him what to do. “It’s safer to keep together, come on…” He held his hand out to you and pulled you off the floor, pulling you down the left hallway. You traveled through poison gas, and past cells full of spitting monsters. Nothing Sebastian couldn’t handle though eventually, you came to a ladder. Where its lead didn’t matter as what took your attention was the pressurized hatch that was attached to the ladder, like a manhole but instead this one could be airtight. Sebastian started down the ladder, “I’ll be at the bottom to catch you just in case okay?” “Thank you Seb-AHHHH!” Sebastian looked up to see you pulled from the ladder by a large man with a safe on his head? His hand enveloped your waist, you were that small compared to him but before Sebastian could even scramble back up the ladder the hatch was thrown over the opening and the whirring of locks could be heard. “FUCKING DAMN IT!” Sebastian screeched and kicked at the ladder. Gas poured into the space around him, assuming it was the hazardous gas from earlier. He had to find a way out of there. Meanwhile, the monster had you slung over his shoulder and was trudging back through the halls. Back to the doorway and plopping you down on the stair you previously sat on. The door in front of you was open, it patted your head and went back through the door. He looked at you as he shut the door again, the huge metal slab slamming shut and leaving you in silence. Staring, frozen in fear at the door, hoping it wouldn’t come back.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Caught in the Middle. (A self-indulgent, reader insert) Chapter 1:

Your name was (y/n), you’re a nurse at Beacon Mental Hospital in Krimson City. While you love your clients, the staff can be a little sketchy. Especially that Dr. Jimenez guy. He always stands a little close for comfort, but the worst was how he treated your new client, Leslie. While you couldn’t prove anything you were sure that disgusting doctor was hurting him in some way; it was a shame as Leslie is always such a sweetie to deal with. You always feel this protective swell in your chest when you hand him off to the porters for his daily 3 p.m. with Dr. Jimenez and Dr. Ruvik. While you were not permitted to attend these sessions, you made sure to busy yourself with what you could. Many Clients at the hospital needed tending and while your heart breaks for Leslie, you’d be damned if you let someone else go without the care they deserve!

“Err, (y/l).” Great, Dr. Jimenez. Whatever could he want? “Leslie is being rather… combative today and we require your assistance. Now.” God the way he speaks sends shivers down your spine, and not the good kind; but anything for Leslie, he’s never been combative so whatever is happening must be an emergency situation. You nod in response and signal a passing porter to inform the general nurse of your absence before quickly trotting after the doctor. The farther you both went into the facility, the less you could smell of clean sterile chemicals and more of whatever the doctor decided to bathe himself in. It smelt like sour milk and excessive ego. “Dr. Jimenez, how deep in the facility do you take Leslie?” your words echoed slightly, this area was deserted. Not a client or staff member in sight. “Dr. Ruvik needs silence for his practice. So we bring Leslie to the first basement.” You both stopped in front of the old cage elevator. While everything above the main floor was well kept and maintained, the area with the cage elevator was in disrepair. It was merely the early storage and morgue before the building was renovated in the early 2000’s; hardly anyone would need to be here unless they had to retrieve supplies from the basement or receive the supply orders from the barely functioning loading dock. While it couldn’t pass for a horror film, the isolation made you worry, for both your safety and Leslies.

Traveling down with Dr. Jimenez was uncomfortable, to say the least. Dr. Jimenez spoke at length of how his research is monumental to the world of science and how you should feel honored to amount to something. Like being a nurse means you do nothing all day. Being ushered through the door was the last straw, you booked it to Leslie who was thrashing about in a bathtub, some orderlies trying to hold him still. It was hooked up to a large machine that you couldn’t have ever dreamt of in your worst nightmares. Once reaching the tub you pushed the workers away, Leslie didn’t like to be touched often. “Leslie dear it’s me, (y/n). I won’t let them touch you, I promise.” Being calm was essential for your job and somehow for Leslie, it always did the trick. His thrashing slowed and he sobbed loudly “Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!”

“Where does it hurt Leslie, can you show me where?” You held out your hands for Leslie, ready to take immediate action.

 “Patient W32 displays an adverse reaction to disconnection from the STEM system.” A voice rang through your head, despite Leslie’s ear piercing sobbing and Dr. Jimenez screaming at the orderlies about their mistakes. It was Dr. Ruvik speaking into his closest companion. A tape recorder. You knew doctors could be weird and most of them still carried them around but it was the cold way he spoke about Leslie that resonated with you. It was cold and clinical, terrifying in its own right. He strode over and unceremoniously pulled what looked like a long needle from the base of Leslie's skull.

Leslie shot forward into your arms; gripping to your outdated nursing uniform like it was his lifeline, and wailing into your chest. You stared straight at Dr. Ruvik as he went about the machine. Peering around to other tubs, covered with black tarps but with cords trailing back to the beast. What was this place, what were they doing to Leslie? How could they do this to Leslie? Dr. Jimenez broke your internal query by approaching with a towel. “This machine will make him better (y/n), our research will work and Leslie will be cured. It’s incredibly difficult for him but the benefits of him living a normal life are worth any sacrifice.” He spoke, draping the towel over Leslie's standing body. Getting him out of the tub was going to be a challenge but at least Leslie could dry off now. While the situation looked intimidating, you couldn’t oppose; after all you were only Leslie's nurse, not his family or doctor, you couldn’t oppose this treatment. Legally at least. So you did what you could, you coaxed Leslie out of the tub and into a wheelchair one of the orderlies brought over. Helping to towel him off the best you could, the poor boy could only sit and rock slowly as you cared for him. Unbeknownst to you, Dr. Ruvik watched you. He had never seen you in person, only ever through Jimenez as Ruvik spent most of his time cooped up in the basement. You were immediately enthralling to him, the empathy you displayed over someone like Leslie, the gentle way you tended to him, your soft humming. You held his attention from the moment you ran in. Ruvik was shocked, what was it about you that captivated him? He had to know, he had to know everything about you, and He was going to have to spend more time outside of the lab.

You left late, getting Leslie clothed and calmed took longer than you expected. After putting him to bed, he’d jump awake screaming that his neck hurt, so you stayed to make sure he was sound asleep. It was exhausting but after what Leslie had been through you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Of course, the Hospital had some objections to your overtime but Dr. Jimenez advocated for your stay; guess the “good Doctor” had his uses after all. The night was cold as you left Beacon, stepping into the cool fall night was a welcome change. You left your job at the door and walked home, the night more welcoming then transit.

 Your apartment was small but homey, you never wanted to live outside your means. Letting down your hair you slumped on the couch. It was 9 p.m. and exhaustion had you in its clutches. Deciding on leftovers and Netflix with your snake, Toby. An uneventful but restful night. If only it had prepared you for tomorrow.

Your alarm blared, you slept in, the clock shone a bright 9:30 a.m. You sprung out of bed, no one could have done it faster, you must have looked like a blur running around and readying yourself for the day. Only once you were halfway to work did you realize you’d forgotten both your thermos and lunch. GREAT. There wasn’t enough time to run home but just enough to try and grab a cup of tea for your morning; though the café was packed. Slumping in defeat, there was no way you were getting anything good, you’d have to brew something up in the staff room when you got there. Turning to leave you bumped into the best part of your morning, the broad chest of a handsome Asian man. “OOP! I’ so sorry!” You blurted up at him, he was really handsome, hell he made you wish you had more time to chat. His black slicked-back hair and glasses framed his sharp features wonderfully. Could his nose cut diamonds? Oh you hoped so. “Ah, I’m really sorry. Looks like we both won’t be getting anything here today eh?” He stepped aside and gestured to the door “Please, You first.”

“Thank you! I hope you have a really good day!” your cheeks were beet red; cute and nice? Why did it have to happen now, of all times when you had to leave this handsome creature?!?!? Waving as you jogged down the street, you considered coming here more often. Maybe you’d see him again, you hoped you’d see him again.

Bursting in the door, a minute to spare you were greeted by the secretary Linda. “Almost late again are we (y/n)?” Peering at you with a snide expression over her desk, twiddling with her pen. Linda liked to tease, but she meant well. At least you hoped she did.

“Almost Linda, almost!” you huffed “That day has yet to come!” passing Linda you clocked in and set on your daily path. Tea would have to wait until later, you needed to tend to Leslie and the others.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Caught in the Middle. (A self-indulgent, reader insert) Chapter 5:

Sitting with the doctor, alone in the basement wasn’t as bad as you thought. Instead of sharing a room with the large nightmare machine you were both sitting around a large mahogany desk in the doctor’s previously unseen private office. There was an old cassette player running and it filled the room with a quiet classical hum. It was pleasant; the warm light casting itself upon the many scattered papers that lay on top of such an opulent piece of wood. As you sat quietly, sorting papers while trying to find any scrap of information Ruvik could barely contain himself from across the desk. Watching the way your hands danced across the pages, the small hums that escaped you during the chorus; it was magical, you were magical. How one person could completely distract him from his emotions, goals, research, and sleep was a mystery to him. While he hadn’t the need for much sleep, the few hours he did were consumed by you; your smile, your touch, how you’d taste and writhe under his slender frame. Ruvik wouldn’t consider himself a rational man. He killed his parents for fuck's sake, the man was most likely a sociopath; but around you, he could feel his thoughts stop and heart flutter. Was this how his father felt for his mother? He shivered at the thought. “Are you cold Dr. Ruvik? Would you like me to bring you some tea or something?” “You have no need (y/n), I have a kettle down here for such things. Would you like a cup?” He spun in his chair only to stand and move towards a small bar cabinet. He pulled out a metal kettle and hot plate, setting them on the cabinet and pulling out two teacups. “I hope you don’t mind. I only have one kind of tea down here.” You smiled and nodded with a hum though he couldn’t see you, he was going to make you tea regardless if you had said no. He had decided you asking about him was your way of telling him your needs. That you were, in fact, cold and he needed to take care of that. It took a couple minutes of staring into space for the kettle to boil, the metal contraption squealing out. You had studied him out of the corner of your eye. His crisp button-up tucked into his tailored slacks, the stark contrast of his skin and bandages with his chosen color pallet. It reminds you of Joseph, and the date you two would share next week. Trying to get back to the task at hand you sift through papers, eventually coming to a form you had never seen before. A beautifully rendered human body, its anatomy detailed, accurate. It was a marvel of art, unlike the simplistic body charts you were used to. “Dr. Ruvik, I’m afraid I don’t recognize this form. What is it for?” You spoke, looking up at him as he set the cup of tea to your left. Holding the paper out for him. “Ah, that’s where I left it.” He stood straight and returned for his cup. “It is a drawing of my own design, I often illustrate my own research. I find it… relaxing.” “It’s beautiful doctor.” Ruvik froze, the way you spoke was breathy. You were awestruck by his artistic prowess. “The way you captured each organs texture and appearance is stunning. I’m quite envious. The ones I draw never look as nice.” You looked at him from across the desk as he sat once more, tea burning his hand. His grip never leaving the teacup. “You draw, (y/n)?” “Yes, I love art! I mainly use oil paints but my favorite topic is human anatomy.” Your right hand raising to your cheek in an attempt to cover your blush. “Something about bringing what’s inside to the outside is so intriguing; perhaps my favorite thing to paint.” Still breathy, you handed Dr. Ruvik back the illustration. A little embarrassed as anatomy was something you were extremely passionate about, something about it was so intimate to you, almost bordering on erotic but that was your secret. Perceptive as ever, Ruvik could tell something was up, your flushed face and breathy voice over just a simple illustration were intriguing. “The human body truly is a marvel isn’t it (y/n)? I must admit my love for it pushed me to pursue my current career.” Propping his elbows on the table and rested his chin just behind his clasped hands. Eyes crawling up and down you; from your nurse cap to the modest nursing gown that kept the most intimate of your anatomy from his prying eyes. Your anatomy was the one he truly wanted to explore, to savor and document. Perhaps if you let him he would even explore what lay under your skin. The air held a strange tension to it, thick of embarrassment and lust; your phone buzzed. Breaking the atmosphere and allowing distraction from the flush of your cheeks. (y/n), I’m really sorry but I will have to cancel our date next week. We may be on the trail of one of the missing patients. I will be out of town, but I want to make it up to you. I’ve moved our reservation until the following Saturday. Again I’m sorry to cancel, and I look forward to seeing you again if you’d like to continue our interactions.  Please feel free to text me when you can. :) Your face dropped. Were you disappointed? Yeah, a whole heck of a lot but both yours and Joseph’s jobs could pull you away from each other in a heartbeat. You both understood that there would be times like this, and you were relieved that he might find and save a missing client. “(y/n) is something wrong?” Dr. Ruviks words cut through your thoughts. “Oh, uh… it’s nothing Dr. Ruvik, just some personal issues but I won’t let it get in the way of our work. I’m sorry” Sputtering as you spoke, putting your phone back in your pocket and taking a sip of tea. “(y/n) please, you make call me Ruvik. If you’d like to talk about anything, my office is a safe place.” Still leaning on his propped hands, though his gaze was more analytical then previous, it was something you hadn’t seemed to have noticed; he leaned forward as if trying to ask you to speak about your problem. It couldn’t be that bad right? Dr. R- Ruvik was your friend, maybe not a best friend but forging a new friendship was something you wanted to do. “I just uh, well I had a date but you know how it is on call. Things happen, plans are canceled.” Taking another sip of tea, savoring the unique flavor and making a mental note to ask Ruvik what kind it is later. “I guess I just got too excited and the disappointment hit me a little too hard. I’ll be okay though, thank you Ruvik.” He frowned, while you didn’t know that you and he were meant to be together, you didn’t realize it yet so Ruvik couldn’t be mad at you. He could never be mad at you. He was instead mad at your partner, how dare they stand you up for anything. How dare they interfere with his love; but this was his chance, this was the moment to show you that you were his and his alone. “Well, (y/n) you’re more than welcome to visit my estate. I keep most of my work at home and if you’d like to see more I’d gladly have you for a private gallery showing.” He tilted his head, smiling; it was almost cat-like and cute in its own way. It wasn’t a bad offer, you a Joseph weren’t even really an item so thought what in the heck could be so bad about going over to your friend’s house to see his art. Sure you were barely friends but that’s how people make friends right? You had nothing to do that day and would rather like to see more of Ruviks work. “I’d love to Ruvik. It sounds like a lovely time.” Hospital rules be damned.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Caught in the Middle. (A self-indulgent, reader insert) Chapter 4:

Joseph couldn’t believe that you said yes, all the teasing he had undergone from Sebastian all since texting you was worth it. It leads to him anxiously contemplating over his small closet. What to wear? Something formal maybe? No. You were just going out for coffee, there’s no need to be formal; but what did he have for anything close to casual? He guessed an old pair of jeans and a V-neck would have to do. It was a little embarrassing honestly, Joseph hadn’t worn anything but a button up out of his house since joining the KPD detective department. It had his favorite show Unusual things emblazoned in its 80’s neon font, hopefully, you’d either like the show or consider it not too casual; he wanted to look like he cared about this date, but not too much. While you didn’t want to overdress, you certainly looked more elaborate than your plain white nursing gown and minimal makeup. You were stunning, your coat, dress, tights, and shoes matching perfectly; Joseph stopped dead in his tracks before he could move closer to you. In his eyes you could rival any model; your cozy, simple attire flattered you in all the right ways. The small kremmogorgon hanging off your purse was just a bonus and he felt better about his choice of shirt. While waiting your fingers played with the keychain nervously, worried Joseph wouldn’t come. “(Y/n)!” He called snapping out of his amorous stupor and walking up to you. “Sorry, I’m a little late. I hope you’re not too cold after waiting for me.” “Ah! That’s okay Joseph, my coat is really warm, and so I don’t mind! I’m glad you came!” Now it was your turn to admire him and while his slightly disheveled hair made you wonder how soft it was and his shirt was a cute look for him there was something wrong. “Joseph, aren’t you cold?” Shit. He forgot his coat at home in haste; he shivered. “I’ll be okay inside the coffee shop (y/n), so how about we head inside?” His cheeks were starting to flush from the cold. “Let’s go get you warmed up Joseph.” So said while turning to open the glass door. The smell of coffee hit your nose as you stepped in after him. The doors bell ringing as it swung shut; you crinkled your nose. Coffee wasn’t really your thing, you’d do a mug when working long shifts but the smell of the beans and pure fresh coffee made you a little queasy. Tea was more your speed, and this shop had the best hand-blended selection in Krimson city; any amount of unpleasant smell was worth a cup of their earl grey latte. “I’ll get the coffee (y/n), my treat. Or an apology for being late if you will.” “Oh, Joseph you don’t need to do that.” “I want to.” He cut you off, whatever emotion that was in his eyes made you feel something powerful. The word sploosh echoed around your head as your cheeks flushed. Damn you have been single for a while, especially if just this was all it took. “What kind would you like?” He punctuated his offer with a rosy smile. “Thank you, Joseph, this is really nice of you. I’d like an Earl Grey Latte if that’s okay? But I’m paying next time!” He nodded and turned to the Barista. You moved to stand closer with him at the drink-window. “Warming up okay Joseph?” “Yes, good company always helps” he winked down at you and chuckled “especially when they're beautiful like you.” GOD WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE SO FUCKIN LIKE THAT. You weren’t going to let his out flirt you now, so you took advantage of the weather; you took his hand in your own and pulled his arm into your coat and against your torso. “Well if you would like warmer company I’ll gladly accommodate.” There was a quiet moment before you both burst out laughing. “That was so bad Joseph I’m sorry!” You cried in-between laughter; “No, (y/n) I walked into that one!” you both held onto each other while laughing, both your nerves finally coming to a head with a hearty laugh. The night went wonderfully after shedding your nerves, taking your drinks to the sofa and snuggling together for the remainder of the outing. Exchanging interests and personal ideals. You learned how Joseph liked to stick with the rules and his love for old 1980’s horror films. He, in turn, learned about your love for art and video games. Mutually gushing over Unusual Things and your favorite characters like the Kemmogorgon and the main cast of kids. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t having a fantastic time, but sadly the shop had to close and you parted separate ways. Not before you made sure Joseph would take a cab home to shield him from the chill of late autumn. You looked forward to the remaining weekend while walking home, you were walking on air after the date and a quiet weekend home gave you so much freedom. The prospect was extremely inviting and your head swam with ideas for tomorrow; though it was only hours away. The alarm blared Monday morning. Had you slept through the entire weekend? No, but it went way to fast. Your chores and hobbies consumed you for 48 hours; spending hours painting and texting with Joseph on his breaks. You already had plans to go out again next Wednesday evening for dinner. God, you wished it was here already. You rolled onto the floor and shambled into the kitchen, turning the kettle on and standing in front of your open fridge; debating what the hell you would eat. Deciding on a protein bar instead of cooking again so you could dress while eating. Your nursing dress was outdated as the other hospitals in the city mandated the use of scrubs for every staff member, but Beacon was different. Some old-thinking higher-ups were what you guessed. While annoying to have to buy hard to find scrub dresses instead of your plethora of modern scrubs, you did admit that since you were little the dresses were your favorite and you had always wanted to wear them. A double-edged sword if you had ever seen one. Remembering your lunch this time, you locked the door to your apartment and headed out for the day; making sure to message Joseph, wishing him a good day. Perhaps you were both moving a little fast but you really did not care. Your current communication with him had you thirsty as fuck and god damn you wanted this to go somewhere.

 “Good morning Leslie,” you said, waking Leslie from slumber and handing him his daily medications. “Did you have a good weekend? I hope you and Carrie had fun this weekend.” He smiled from under his blankets. “Tired, tired, tired…” Mumbling as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. “I know Leslie, it’s early, but you can sleep some more after you take your medicine okay.” A cocktail of pills was handed to him via small paper cups. You were amazed at how brave he was for taking such large capsules, they were always so intimidating. Tucking him back in you then reached over to pull his little teddy bear closer and tucking it in right beside Leslie. “Sleep as much as you want Leslie, I’ll be back to check on you in a bit okay?” He nodded and snuggled the bear.

Leaving the room you opened Leslie’s door to walk straight into a slender chest; Dr. Ruvik was standing right in front of the door. Was he watching? “(y/n) I don’t mean to intrude but I’ve come to ask for your assistance and didn’t want to barge in.”

“Oh, of course, DR. Ruvik, let me just shut the door and I’ll be right with you.

“Wonderful.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “I’ll be waiting for you in my office, it’s in the basement with the lab.”

You turned to the door as he walked off, the electronic clock making a slight click. Giving an experimental push to ensure it wouldn’t budge. One of the grim reminders that you were in fact, in a psychiatric hospital; some clients have the habit of wandering off when not occupied, supervised or locked down and Leslie was one of them. He never went far, just out front to see if his passed family had come to take him home, though it would never happen. You peered through the doors small window to give one last check on Leslie before hurrying to catch up with the doctor and managing to catch him before he entered the main elevator. Dr. Ruvik smiled as you stepped into the small room with him. “What exactly did you need help with Dr. Ruvik?” He hit the main floor button. “I have many patients as you know (y/n), and as with research they have helped me accumulate a mass of paperwork and cassettes.” He tapped his pocket, assuming he was checking to see if it was still there. “I request your help with organizing such a large collection as it would take too long to accomplish this myself.”

Your interest was piqued, a chance to be snoopy on what exactly was going on with Leslie or perhaps the machine as a whole was exactly what you didn’t know you wanted. You could almost taste the delicious answers dangling right in front of you, and all you had to do was help. “I have scheduled another nurse to care for Leslie for the rest of the day.” BITCH WHAT. You turned quickly to face the doctor as he stared ahead at the doors. “This is a confidential task as you and Dr. Jimenez are the only ones involved with medical training, I require your specific aid. I’d much rather work with you then that snake Jimenez anyway.” Staying silent, you weren’t sure if it was pure shock and concern for Leslie or perhaps jealousy. He was your clients and hell you’d become kind of protective over him. Your silence didn’t seem to faze the doctor as he stepped off the elevator, calling back for you. “Come now (y/n) we have work to do.”

Without much of an option, you followed. Like a sheep, you followed the wolf into the bowels of the hospital.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

The lads comforting their S/O after experiencing a death in the family

Ruvik: -While usually the cold man he tried his damnedest to help -He remembers what it was like to lose Laura -One of the only times the man is genuinely empathetic -He takes quite the clinical approach to it all

-Will walk his S/O through different processes within the human body if they wish -Explaining things like decomposition, how cremation works or even the process of embalming

-He will do everything in his power to help his S/O with the after death care of their loved one -He just wants them to have a stress free time so they have the space to grieve at their own pace

 Sebastian:

-He’s still struggling with death himself -It’s a subject he has a hard time talking about when it involves someone so close to him

-Despite his struggles he does his best -Does have to take breaks from his S/O to process his own feelings -He’s not the greatest at communicating when he needs a break so it leads to a couple heated conversations -They don’t last too long though -Soon as everything is cleared up its hugs and apologies from both sides

-He will be there for his S/O when they need it most -Especially following the immediate death of their loved one -This man will leave work, he doesn’t care, his S/O needs him now -He’s not the greatest at navigating after death care but he will do his best to help when he can

 Joseph: -Poor man is heartbroken for his S/O -Can’t stand that he can’t just scoop them up and make them feel better -Can honestly be a little much sometimes with just how concerned he is for his S/O

-His S/O is going to have to ask him to give them some space on occasion -He’s so consumed with concern he forgets that boundaries are a thing

-He is pretty adept at after death care, and helping his S/O make any decisions they may need to -He has a knack for explaining jargon in simpler terms so he is more than happy to help his S/O understand anything they may have questions on -Joseph wants to make sure his S/O has the least amount of stress possible so he steps in to make sure they, and even their family are fed -He knows cooking can be a difficult task with so much to do so he takes it upon himself to make sure there are casseroles and other dishes to eat

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

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