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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Saw your post about writing, I love older Leon with a younger more naive reader, could you maybe do something along those lines? 👉👈

YES! I’m so glad somebody requested more older Leon, im in love with writing it. I whipped something up as fast as i could but i ended it on a little teaseeee if you guys REALLY like it i’ll finish it!!:))

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f!reader x much older Vendetta/ID Leon. Mentions of size difference, slight angst if you squint literally, VERY little smut but it is there. mentions of choking, biting lip. use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, etc.) BIKER LEON HELLO. Leon is obsessed with you, and you’re dumb.

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Leon always says you were his saving grace. The two of you met during a time in his life where he really needed you. You were bubbly, happy, much younger but he pushed that aside. The only reason you guys met was because you went to go get your brothers bike fixed for him, standing waiting before the mechanic had told you a list of reasons as to why it would cost you almost ten thousand dollars in repairs. You knew enough about cars but nothing about motorcycles, your jaw dropped staring at the man in front of you as you shook your head.

“The tire went out? That was it-“

You cut yourself off, pulling out your check book with a frustrated sigh, before you can even sign on the line a man stepped next to you, squinting at the numbers on the paper then to the mechanic in front of the both of you.

“This what this business is about? Lying to women for no reason?”

The man grabbed the check book scoffing at the astonishing price you were about to pay, the mechanic stuttered over his words before the man once again cut him off.

“Just bring the bike back up front”

You stared at the man in awe. You knew that you were being scammed but you are the one who fucked up the bike so as long as it was fixed you didn’t care. He handed you back your check book and nodded his head towards the workers bringing the bike back up front.

“I’ll fix it for you, no cost too. Well, unless you let me take you to dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. You felt red spread across your face as you nodded, shoving your check book back in your purse as the two of you walked out the front door.

Leon Kennedy was his name, he told you while he propped the bike up, leaning down before swatting his hand signaling you to stand over him and watch him. And he taught you more than you knew, maybe more than you needed to know. You couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at you.

“All done.”

And before he could even speak again you pulled your wallet out, grabbing at the cash you had stored. Leon let out a chuckle as he covered your hand with his, shaking his head.

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Leon was adamant about taking you to dinner, at least twice a week. Since the two of you met he would pick you up every Monday and Friday, and take you these outrageously fancy and expensive restaurants. Leon stopped his bike, stepping off before grabbing your hand to help you keep your balance as you swung your leg over. The two of you began your walk up the stairs as you rambled on about the girls at your work and how one of them was stealing produce, your words interrupted by Leon’s hand gripping the back of your skirt, pulling it down slightly so it would cover you up more because apparently your skirt rode up on the ride here. Did he just do that? A part of you wanted to yell at him, but physically, your throat went dry and your thighs squeezed together. There was no label on you two, you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you did spend to much time together. You bit at your cheek as Leon checked you in for your reservations, turning back to you as the waiter walked the two of you to your table. Your hand reached out for the chair but Leon- as smooth as ever he was- brushed beside you, pulling out your chair. You sighed softly, looking up at the man with a smile as you sat down, your ankles crossing over each other. The air was thick between you two but it had been for about the past week. Leon always ordered for you two, mainly because he knew what he was doing. The two of you sat silent as you stared at the menu before you placed yours down, staring at Leon with your eyebrows slightly frowned. He was scanning the menu, his attention not on you of course. He had to have felt the gaze because his eyes flicked up to meet yours, causing him to place down the menu.

“What’s up sweetheart, you seem bothered.”

Bothered was an understatement. Your eyes rolled as before you stared at your glass of water.

“Is it our age gap? Or what? I mean jesus Leon i’m sitting here wondering why I’m not good enough for you..”

Instead of comforting you, Leon let out a chuckle, taking a sip from the wine in his glass. Leon shrugged as he leaned back against the chair with a smug smile on his face.

“Angel, if i didn’t value you and want you to be mine why would i spend almost a thousand a week just to see that pretty smile?”

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“He’s what?”

Damien, your brother yelled as you and Leon sat at the table with him, Leon’s hand gripping at your thigh under the table at your brothers outburst. You knew he would react this way when finding out about yours and Leon’s very much prominent age gap of 9 (and a half) years.

“Leon takes care of me Dami.. you don’t have to be mad-“

Damien interrupted you, ranting on about how disappointed mom and dad would be with how you decided to play out your life. Leon lifting you from your seat and basically dragging you out the door made the anger building in your stomach stop.

“We are leaving.”

Leons voice was stern as the two of you walked down the steps of your brothers porch, Damien following behind, arms crossed as he watched Leon carefully place the helmet on your head before he swung his leg over his bike, you following him like a stray puppy, laying the side of your covered head on his back as you watched your brother look at you in disgust.

Leon was silent, but the way he sped down the street told you everything you needed to know. When the two of you finally arrived back at the house, even in his anger he still held the door open for you, when you stepped in he slammed it. sighing as he pulled his jacket off.

“Leon, Im so sorry.”

Leon shook his head watching you play with your fingers, a groan leaving his lips as you folded his jacket for him.

“You are just so..”

Leon grumbled as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his much larger hands. You frowned up at him, your hands slowly rubbing up his chest and past his shoulders.

“I love you, it’s not fair.”

Leon nodded down at you, pecking your nose softly before one of his hands left your hip to gently grab at your chin, he took in a deep inhale, he loved the way you smelled. With your strawberry lipgloss and vanilla lotion, he was obsessed with you. The way you would do anything for him, you were his and you knew that too. His lips pressed into yours, his hand that was at your hip sliding to hold your back pulling you closer into him.

Your hands went to pull away from him but he was much stronger, tilting his head into yours causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips as his teeth nipped at your now puffy bottom lip. He pulled back, smirking at the sight of you with your hooded eyes, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. You went to whine something to him but he shushed you immediately, dragging you over to the couch.

“Just don’t talk.”

He mumbled as he sat himself down on his sofa, pulling you between his legs. He admired your outfits more than you knew, the way you always wear cute little skirts for him, or when you guys go out to dinner and you wear that red dress that he fucking adores. Everything hugs your body so perfectly. Your fingertips grazed over his shoulder, your body pushing forward with a gasp as Leon yanked your skirt down your legs, a hum leaving his throat as he gripped at your thighs.

“Leon be careful clothes are expensive!”

You whined with a giggle as Leon dragged you down to the couch, this made you realize just how much stronger and bigger Leon really was, the shyness washing over you as he hovered over you, his hand grabbing at your throat gently, he didn’t want to hurt you (yet).

“I told you not to talk, you act like I don’t buy you all those skimpy little skirts anyways..”

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 7 months

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𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒

✿ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪 ✿

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Pairing: Yakuza!Nanami Kento x Geisha!Reader

Genre: MafiaAU, GeishaAU

Word Count: 3124

Warnings: mentions of blood and killing. Its a mafia au what do you expect. No smut, fluff if you squint.

Summary: You've just started your life as a full fledged geiko and one evening with a man you meet might just change your life.

A/N: I wrote this as a seperate fic for a friend for her birthday and liked it so much I waned to make a Nanamin version so here y'all go! :)

Part One

You sat at the table, your elder sister diagonally opposite you as she laughed and entertained one of the most respected and well-known gokudo leaders in Kyushu. A sharp man who regularly travelled down to Kyoto to sit with her and drink tea that she didn’t even brew, only poured into a cup for him. If only you could be like that; gain a danna so young and attentive and not to mention, a treat for the eyes.

The kimono you had been made to wear for tonight had special motifs on it. It had been gifted to the geisha house by a man – who if the hushed whispers circulating the hanamachi were to be trusted – more dangerous than the head of the gokudo himself. Not someone to be trifled with. Stories of his exploits – single-handedly taking down a small army sent by the National Police Agency; slitting the throats of young and foolish kobuns who sold the family secrets to make a quick buck; and being a life-risking loyal dog to his Aniki – had already been spread among your sisters like hot oden selling out on a cold winter evening. You had listened to all these and soaked in the knowledge. Knowledge that now came flashing up into your mind as you carefully poured out the hot tea, just as you had been taught and served it to your kimono gifter and his dark-haired friend. Your kimono, a pale blue silk, artfully decorated by the white camellia that flashed in the light of the lamps.

You thought back wondering why you of all people may have been chosen to entertain this very esteemed guest. Sure, your dance was good, but it wasn’t that it stood out beside your sisters. You could play the shamisen relatively well, but not like the masters did. Why had you been chosen, fresh out of your training period having just had your mizuage…

The only conclusion wracking your brain could lead you to was that perhaps it was because you, of all the maikos and geikos around you, were able to refrain from spreading the circulating rumours. Partake you did – but only so much as to listen…

Thankfully your sister had done most of the talking, leaving you to smile and pour the tea and ponder the meaning of what your Okasan had said earlier when she had come with the younger girl Hana to help you wear your make-up and jewellery.

The cool wet brush that painted your skin white, helped calm your nerves and when you looked in the mirror, you barely recognised the beautiful woman staring back at you with her blood-red lips and darkened lashes. As she had been painting, Hana had looked like she wanted desperately to ask you something but a sharp glare from Okasan quieted her eagerness; she continued to help pick out appropriate jewellery for your new kimono.

When she was happy with how you looked, Okasan made you stand and turn once so she could see all of you. An approving nod and then a sigh, “A white camellia, I see. Who knows what these men think…”

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The pressure you felt to be perfect was unbearably high, and you were glad to have your elder sister there to help ease you into the conversation. There had been times that you had gone to the tea house before, but it was only to watch from behind the screen and learn from your elder sister; one of the most sought-after geisha in Kyoto. You had admired her smooth movements and the grace with which she carried herself – entranced by her much like the men she was there to entertain. This time, however, it was you dancing and entrancing while she played the music.

The men you had been called to spend this evening with had already been seated at a large square table. There were four of them. Geto-san of course whose eyes kept getting drawn back to your oneesan. It was always her company he valued more than that of any other geisha in the karyūka. To his right sat the aptly nicknamed right-hand man, Gojo-san. These two men you knew; were acquainted with even, but opposite to Geto and Gojo were two new men whom you were seeing for the first time. A tall man with a large hooked nose and tired eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world, faced Geto. And between them a man with soft blonde hair and warm brown eyes.

As the night went on, you poured tea, giving way to pouring sake, and batted your lashes smiling with a practised ease. You couldn’t help but notice that the man beside you was drawn to you much in the way that Geto-san was drawn to your oneesan. He had been introduced to the two of you as Nanami Kento-san. And the taller, to your other side, Higuruma Hiromi-san. “Part of my organisation.” as Geto-san had put it. They were, no doubt, as close to him as Gojo-san was.

You felt those brown eyes on you as you poured the warm sake. Specifically on the stripes of bare skin left unpainted on the nape of your neck. Upon tuning – to hand Nanami-san the cup – you confirmed. It hadn’t been your imagination. He had been looking. A keen gaze that now pierced your eyes. An odd feeling in your stomach, made you blush and look away.

Geto-san’s voice suddenly pierced your reverie! “Kento-kun seems to have taken a liking to you my young geiko!” there was a smile in his voice that translated to his face too.

You look at him confused. What did he mean? You had just met! You looked at the man, a soft smile on your face, and hoped he would give you an explanation but he simply looked away, now turning beet red. You felt your cheeks heat up as well and looked down at your lap, focusing on the white camellia on the pale blue of your kimono.

Your oneesan laughed. “Don’t tease her Suguru-san! She’s still quite green!” You felt your face burn. What she said was true but you wished she wasn't telling him about it either way.

“Do you know what the white camellia means?” asked a tipsy Higuruma-san from the other side of you. You shook your head. No. You didn’t… Even though it evidently was apparent to all others who saw it.

“Yearning. It signifies yearning!” drawled Geto-san from the other side of the table chuckling. Seemed like the man had been poured quite a bit of sake already. Thankfully your sister chose this moment to intervene and promote your dancing to him which in turn had you getting up and away from the table while oneesan presented her shamisen and played and sang so you could dance.

When the night came to a close you still hadn’t quite understood what everything had meant and yet the fatigue pulled you under, helping you sleep quickly and without time to think long upon the night’s events…

“You have been requested for an evening out by Nanami-san!” Okasan squealed, barely hiding her happiness. Your jaw dropped open. It had been a few days since you had spent the evening entertaining the four men of the gokudo with your sister. The events of that day had stuck with you as you kept wondering what Geto-san had meant when he said “Kento-kun” had taken a liking to you. Okasan continued, “He has sent another kimono for you. It seems he has taken a liking to you!”

There it was again. “A liking to me? Already? What does it mean, Okasan?” You inquired.

“It means your training has been going well.” and that was all the elder lady offered.

You thought about it as your kimono was tied for you. This time, a soft sakura blossom pink all down to the feet where it deepend into a darker shade. The sleeves showed two rabbits bounding along playfully.

“Oh look, it’s devotion and intelligence this time,” Okasan joked. “This man and his kimono choices…”

You could not fathom why Nanmi Kento had such fondness toward you when you had not even met him before… Perhaps tonight, you could weasel the truth from him without it being too forward of you.

The tea house was bustling, you had been shown to a private room where Nanami-san waited. Although you were fresh out of your apprenticeship, he’d chosen you alone to accompany him for the evening, and you felt a nervousness upon entering. The Okiya rarely allowed geiko to entertain alone, such a luxury was reserved only for very respected customers, who of course, also had adequate coin.

You were equipped with your shamisen, in case he wished for music, but if he asked you to dance you would have to ask one of the staff at the tea house to step in and play for you. However, Nanami-san did neither. He only asked you to drink tea with him. You made sure that his cup stayed full, as you were trained. Along with the tea, Nanami-san ordered all sorts of wagashi. He only really spoke to tell you, “Here, eat some more of this.” or “Try the dango. It’s delicious.” in his warm baritone. There still hadn’t been an opportune moment for your question however, and this kept you feeling nervous.

As the night deepened, the tea turned to warm sake. You refrained from drinking too much as was custom, but the alcohol loosened your benefactor's tongue and he began to talk.

“I hope that you are enjoying this evening, Fukuhina-san.” You still weren’t used to being called by your chosen geiko name. Taking part of your oneesans name – Fukuhana – your new name was supposed to give off the appearance of how you were essentially a younger version of your oneesan.

“I am…” your voice trailed off as you wondered about the question that kept surfacing in your mind. You bowed your head to look at your lap not wanting to show the hesitation that was no doubt splayed on your face at the moment.

Nanami-san frowned, "If anything was not to your satisfaction you can tell me you know... You deserve the best. Only the best…”

There it was again. The strange – almost devotion that he seemed to have for you, coming up stronger now. His empty cup beckoned you so you took a moment to think while you poured more of the warm sake out for him. As the clear liquid overtook the cup you considered how best you could broach the question.

“Please do not worry, Nanami-san… Th- there was nothing that troubled me.” His admission of only wanting the best for you had you thinking further.

He hummed, "Troubled you no... I want you to enjoy yourself.... With me." He turned his head to properly look at you... "That kimono looks beautiful with you in it."

“I am told you sent it as well. I must thank you for your generosity and commend your choice, Nanami-san.”

You gather your courage and try again. “Nanami-san, I- forgive my impudence – but I must ask, What did Geto-san mean when he said that the other day. And Higuruma-san… pointing out the white camellia. And these rabbits… Okasan said they mean something – devotion and intelligence…?” Now that you had started, the questions poured out of you with no restraint. Almost everything you wanted to ask rushed out, but you quickly managed to cull the last one. Why are you being so nice when we have only just met each other?

Despite the dimness of the light in the room you could see how the man’s cheeks heated in front of you. He took a swig of his drink, emptying the cup – you filled it again, only to have it downed promptly. When you went to pour more he covered it with his free hand, then set it down and turned to look at you.

“Fukuhina-chan – may I call you that?” he continued after your nod. “Fukuhina-chan, there is a tale that is whispered among those of the gokudo, a tale that has spread all over Japan. There belongs to Geto Suguru, a tiger. A vicious creature that when it has sunk its teeth into its prey does not let go.” Nanami-san lifts his kimono sleeve to show you the snarling tiger tattooed across his arm. Its eyes seem to glow in the fire light. His muscles rippling under his skin make the animal look almost alive – ready to pounce.

“I am a fierce man. I will admit, I have killed many men – women too. I have more scars than that which I can count. Aniki regards me as his most trusted brother, right alongside Gojo and Hiromi.” you are taken aback at his confession but he continues, “But I am not a man without reason. What I do is thought out and done. What I say I think and say. So believe me when I tell you, I have not fallen for you on some boyish whim…”

He takes a deep breath, “You do not remember I am sure, but, it was about a year ago, I had been in a terrible shootout with a Kyoto gang and was injured. It was the coming of winter then as it is now, the streets were almost empty save a few stray cats and drunken men who were stumbling home. As I lay by the side of the road, I was certain that if they weren’t chasing after me with their guns, the blood loss would surely take me before my exhaustion did. And then there was a light…”

As he spoke you realised there was a certain familiarity in his story.

“I lay there, broken, bruised, a pool of my own blood forming around me. Whatever locals walked past, avoiding me like I could and would at any moment snap and take off their ankles. I was not ready to die – full of regrets.” He paused and took a sip of the cup only to remember it was empty as he had stopped you from refilling it. So he took the bottle from your frozen hands and poured himself a drink, and then, one for you, and continued.

“You came to me, out of the dark, holding that shamisen, very much in the same way that you did today walking into this room. Unafraid of how I looked. You, in that pretty blue kimono, your hair tied up and your face free of this makeup.” He gingerly touched your cheek. “And you pushed your little handkerchief into my hand and said to me, ‘stay alive, I will send help!’”

The memories came rushing back to your mind. That chilly evening, onee-san’s show which went on till late. You who played the shamisen for her to dance to, returning to the okiya with the instrument in your hands, stumbling upon this sorry-looking figure. Rushing to the nearest doctor's house and crying up a storm for them to go help the man! Even promising to speak to Okasan for some payment money but the request had never come and you now understood why! The man – then – had been smaller, sure and beaten up so badly that you didn’t recognise that that man and the one sitting before you now were one and the same, but you realised that the very aura that enveloped him then and drew you to him did so with you here as well. A commanding, yet gentle presence.

“The doctor and his helper arrived soon after that. They took me to his house, patched me up, and when I asked them how they knew, they told me of the young maiko who cried at the door in desperation, pleading for help and making promises she probably couldn’t keep.”

You felt yourself blush. “You didn’t owe me anything Nanami-san…” you mumbled.

“On the contrary Fukuhina-chan, I owe you my life. After that day, I worked harder than ever. At the time I wasn’t so high up in the ranks, but I worked and rose up among the gokudo to sit at the side of the most powerful yakuza leader in all of Japan – and make enough money to become your danna…” You gasped. It was one thing to be a respected patron but another altogether to become a geisha's danna! “That is, if you’ll have me…”

You could only nod your head, not daring to speak because of the lump forming in your throat. Your danna! That would mean the debt you needed to pay to your Okiya would be taken care of faster. That would mean you could become independent like Fukuhana-neesan was.

“I am glad you have said yes Fukuhina-chan as I want to lavish you with the opulence you so rightly deserve.” His hand brushed against your cheek again, the cold fingers, a stark contrast to how hot your face felt.

“Nanami-san.. I don’t know what to even say…”

“Well, you don’t have to say anything right now, just answer me this, when everyone was lowering their heads and quickening their gait, seeing me dying there, what made you stop? Why did you help me that night? I could have been a danger to you or you could have gotten in trouble with your Okiya…”

It is true, you had dreaded the doctor coming to ask for his payment, not really knowing what to say to you Okasan about why you had called the doctor for an unknown yakuza. In your desperation to see him saved you hadn’t thought that far but what drew you to save him?

“It was the way in which you held yourself… Even though you were almost dead, your head was high. And you were looking to the stars, not the people around you. You seemed to be wishing you could have done more, and I didn’t want to let you lose that chance.” In the silence around you even this whisper was deafening…

When Nanami Kento left the tea house that evening, stumbling back to the room he had booked at the inn, his mind was consumed with only one thought. How much he now wanted to kiss your lips. The ones that recognised who he was even before anyone else had.

Geisha are performers first and foremost, to kiss you and hold you, he knew, he would be asking a lot. But he wanted to show you that to him, you were the only thing that mattered now. He would woo you, and if luck happened to be on his side once again, he would be honoured to become more than just your danna.

End of Part 1

End of work A/N: I do not claim to know everything about geisha or yakuza as institutions/people. My understanding is a base level one and there may be things which are not so accurate here. Please allow me some leeway when reading and note that I am not an authority on these subjects. This was written for fun with a little research.

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sweetcollywobbles · 9 months

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my yandere!leon headcanons so far MDNI

hello! these are just a few headcanons i had about leon as a yandere and a person in general. there is nsfw below the cut, so MINORS AND AGELESS BIOS FUCK OFF ‼ also feel free to send me your thoughts on yandere!leon and your personal headcanons if you have any!!

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⟢ he's self-aware that what he's done to you is horrible. he knows you have every right to hate him, but that doesn't stop him from wishing you would love him back. he never meant to hurt or deceive you, but he's lost and given too much. leon wants someone to come home to, share a meal with, and feel needed and wanted. to receive a sliver of what he's given out. so forgive him if he's being selfish when it comes to you, but he deserves happiness too. so why not help him play house?

⟢ smells of bergamot and lavender. it’s nice and relaxing, but also musky and woodsy. he read somewhere that lavender calms the nerves, so he just absolutely lathers himself in the scent. Sometimes you swear he smells like sleep personified. unfortunately, he’s still a man, so he uses old spice lavender body wash. for cologne, he uses sauvage by dior.

⟢ normalcy is hard. how can anyone go back into society as if the amount of horrors you’ve seen, aren’t there? like you’re fine and everything is fine? so, leon has found a pretty good remedy, company. each friday, a sit down dinner with claire, chris, and jill. pizza, wings, and beer every sunday with chris watching whatever football game is on. sometimes they may not know the current standings of teams, but it’s fun to pretend that they do. yet friends can only fill the void so much, maybe with you, the world won’t feel so lonely.

⟢ he has a major sweet tooth! likes his coffee with cream and sugar, won’t drink his coffee black unless he really needs it. leon will always have room for dessert lmao. has tried to bake, but he just doesn’t got it 💀something just always goes wrong. a big ice cream/frozen yogurt guy. once a month, leon will make a “everything under the kitchen sink” sundae. he’ll dump whatever pints of ice cream into a large bowl and top it off with whatever candy, syrup, and whip topping he has. leon is usually on a very strict diet, so why not splurge?

⟢ leon on his off time has taught himself how to smoke/grill meat. only knows how to make small side dishes to go with the meat that he’s made. mashed potatoes and grilled veggies are usually his two favorite go-to sides.

⟢ i'm a firm believer that leon's receiving love languages are quality time and words of affirmation with a hint of acts of service. leon works a lot, whether at the office or away on another mission, this poor, tired man is always working. so when he's home be prepared to be attached at the hip. leon also has a lot of self-doubt and guilt about what he's done to you, so by telling him how much you love and appreciate him, it feeds his growing delusion that what he's done is necessary. you need him just as much as he needs you. it also adds to the reassurance when you do small things for him to show your love and appreciation, whether it’s real or not. like cleaning and folding his laundry, making him a cup of coffee in the morning, back rubs after a long day, or even packing his lunch for the day.

i’m giggling at the thought of leon keeping all the small notes you add to his lunch, reading them when the day gets tough. or maybe he has one or two in a go-bag when he has to take small out-of-state trips for work.

⟢ building off the one before, he won't admit it but he's clingy. he prefers showers, but will choose a bath if it means he gets a small intimate moment with you in the morning. not in a sexual sense, more in a “let’s bask in each other’s presence”. never sits across from you at a table or booth, always next to you. same thing for the couch. there could be a thousand pillows on the bed, but he always chooses yours. leon will also never lets you sleep facing any windows/doors for security reasons. there is no such thing as personal space with this man.

⟢ since leon is a yandere his reciprocating love language is all of them. he wants you to stay with him, so he is willing to drown you in his love until it's the only thing you'll ever know. i'm going to break this down a little in sections.

⟡ leon isn't the best when it comes to choosing the words that relay how he feels. the words feel wrong and it leaves him awkward. so any sort of verbal praise from him is rare. the most you would get from him is a thumbs up and a "sure" or a pat on the back with a nod.

(😀👍🏻 <— leon fr) but, put a piece of paper infront of this man and all of a sudden he's writing words that’ll make shakespear blush. it's words so sickly sweet it gives you a toothache. leon really hates himself for not being able to verbal relay this to you, but maybe you can feel what he wants to say?

⟡ leon is just really good at showing you how he feels than telling you. I KNOW THIS MAN WOULD GIVE THE BEST HUGS BECAUSE HE SO DESPERATELY NEEDS ONE. just imagining leon giving you a bear hug, fully enveloping you, and he can't help but hold you a little closer. maybe even holds your head a little more to him. his eyes are closed, soaking up the loving moment, he might even do a little sigh of relief. because with you, he's safe. with you, he's loved. and he just wants you to feel the love he has for you through every action. to feel what he can't say. (SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK!!) leon also always has to be touching you in some way. his favorite places for kisses; nose, cheek, neck, or hand. every morning, when he's holding you close, he'll leave small repeated kisses on your neck until you wake up giggling. not really into lip kisses, but will sometimes start a lazy make out session. just loves holding you whenever he can and making sure you feel loved at all times.

⟡ leon will also do the most for you. having a hard time sleeping? he's awake with you, lightly scratching your back in small circles or holding you close while he's running his fingers through your hair. leon just can't sleep knowing that you're having a hard time sleeping. hungry but don't want to cook? he's in the kitchen cheffing it up. putting love in every plate that he makes you, even if it isn't restaurant quality. i feel like leon will also leave you small notes around the house in places that you would find, but it's little drawings instead of words. in the slow cooker, a picture of a flower. in between the dryer sheets, a bad stick figure drawing of what you think is of you and him. at some random page of the book you're reading, a simple heart.

⟡ leon loves spending time with you. it doesn't matter what it is, even if you're doing nothing. he wants to do nothing with you. his favorite thing to do with you is listen to you. whether you’re rambling about the latest tv drama he knows nothing about or it’s late at night and you’re reading whatever book you’ve picked up. he loves being in the kitchen when you’re cooking/baking. he’s your dedicated sous chef, so feel free to boss him around like your gordon ramsay. although, i’m so sorry for the amount of “my name is sue” jokes he’ll make. loves watching movies, putting together legos/ doing diy crafts, and playing mario kart.

I NOTICED THIS WAS GETTING LONG AND IDK IF I EXPLAINED THIS WELL BUT IM HOPING I DID. THIS WAS SOOOO SELF INDULGENT.

⟢ when it comes to pet names, leon will add a “my” to the start of it. he’s possessive and it shows in his actions. will often say: my girl, my sweetheart, my baby, my angel, etc.

nsfw (i’m not good at smut sorry)

⟢ the praise problem does not equate to what happens in the bedroom. i'm sorry, i just simply refuse. a complete 180, he's a talker. whether it's saying something so outlandishly lewd like he wants the whole world to hear or sickly sweet nothings in your ear, this dude will NOT stfu. (and it makes me giggle and kick my feet) I WILL PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE AND SAY THAT THIS MAN IS ABSOLUTELY FERAL IN BED. he's always stressed. from his job, from the lack of self care, from the past that just never seems to leave him. he's on edge. he has healthy ways of releasing it, but sometimes the gym or extra training isn't enough.

⟢ which can lead to leon being a little mean in bed. he’s absolutely degrading the life out of you while also giving you whiplash with the praise that he gives you as well. leon is a lot more aggressive and at some point you’re just a fleshlight to him. spanking, choking, biting, spitting, you name it, it is on the table. also licking whatever drool comes out of his mouth makes him lose his mind fr.

⟢ i'm not good at writing smut, but i do have an idea of what i think leon's favorite sex positions would be. the first one would be mating press. it's extremely intimate and it allows him to be close to your face and neck than the regular missonary position. again, he really gets off knowing that he's the one getting you off. another postition would be cowgirl, it gives him full view of your chest and face, except you're not really riding him. again, he just using you as a fleshlight like giving you the perception that you’re in control. another would be you on your belly and him basically putting you in a headlock. IDK WHAT IT’S CALLED BUT IF YKYK. and leon just saying the most down right atrocious things in your ear would make me go crazy.

YOU’RE GONNA SIT THERE AND TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT HIS HUGE ARMS AROUND YOUR NECK, YOU’RE INSANE.

⟢ last but not least, ✨moaning✨. i like to think that he’s a grunter and whiner at the same time. idk if that makes any sense? he’s loud but not obscenely loud. but sometimes when he overstimulates himself, he’s a complete whiner like lovi (again if ykyk).

#yandere leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #dark leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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WIBTA if I changed my name because people are overusing the nickname privilege?

2 years ago, I (29, transmasculine) changed my name. For the sake of this ask, since I don't want to use my real name, a decent equivalent is James, so I'll be using that instead.

I originally told my mom and my roommate/close friend (Alex, 29, agender) I was okay with the nickname Jamie, but I'd prefer to mostly be called James, especially when it comes to people I don't know well.

I tried to set this boundary because the nickname feels a little feminine, even if it's technically gender neutral. I don't pass very often, so it makes me uncomfortable to think people who don't know me might misunderstand, and think I am simply a woman with a gender neutral nickname. So I envisioned Jamie being reserved for the people closest to me because of that.

Both my mom and Alex opted to call me Jamie immediately. They introduced me to friends, family members, and even strangers as Jamie, put my name in their phone as Jamie. My mom sends me packages addressed to "Jamie [lastname]". Just the other day, Alex's grandma sent us chocolates in the mail and the note inside said "Merry Christmas Alex and Jamie!" and I am not close to her by any means, I am positive Alex must have told her that's my name. Just tons and tons of little things like that.

It took me a while to catch on - at first I thought people simply decided to call me Jamie on their own, or heard Alex or my mom talk to me and figured it was okay. I'm autistic, so it takes a while to figure out the best way to approach a problem involving social skills. I didn't want to immediately jump in and say "hey, don't call me that, you don't know me well enough," because I think that's a bit callous. And I thought I was dealing with just a few acquaintances - not literally everyone Alex or my mom talks to.

I confronted both of them about a year ago, when I finally put it together. They said they're not intentionally disregarding my feelings, but "Jamie suits you so much more" so they forget and it just slips out.

(I could be wrong, but I think this is probably because Jamie can be a girl's name and I still look like a girl. So, yeah, of course they'd feel that way.)

I begged them to stop and call me James if they're talking to people about me. My mom promptly "forgot" again. Alex has gotten better about it, but still slips up. Even if they were perfect, I feel like the damage is done after 2 years of this.

To further complicate things, Alex actively avoids using pronouns to refer to people in speech. They will say things like "I've been told that the flight was canceled" instead of "he said he canceled the flight". This is due to anxiety because they're not great at remembering pronouns & doesn't want to accidentally misgender anyone. So there is a lot of general confusion about my pronouns amongst the groups that are connected to Alex. (I don't really use social media, so informing people of my pronouns is more complicated than just putting them in my bio and calling it a day. I've asked Alex to please just say he/him, but they're so resistant and weird about it because of their irrational fears, which...honestly just feels transphobic now).

Now I've started to ask them to drop the nickname entirely, even privately. Call me James and nothing else forever. Jamie has been thoroughly ruined for me, I just feel nauseous when I see or hear it. But at this point, since I lost my job & most of my social network is through Alex, everyone calls me Jamie, and it's exhausting to correct them over and over when it's such a small, seemingly pedantic thing. I don't mind a little confrontation or advocating for myself, but this...this is beyond what I can handle without getting severely stressed out.

So I've been considering changing my name to something else that doesn't have such a common gender neutral/feminine nickname. Just start over. Reset.

But this would be the third time I've changed my name. The first time was like 6 years ago, and it only lasted a few months before I decided it didn't fit, and went back to using my deadname while I figured myself out. My family remembers this well, and 2 years ago when I told them I go by James now, expressed their frustration because I "keep changing things and it's confusing". I'm worried that if I change my name again, nobody will bother to take it seriously, they'll just assume I'll change it again, so why bother using the correct name at all.

Plus I do see how it could be considered petty or immature. It took years to settle on the name I have now. I put a ton of thought into it. I used to love it. I might be TA for letting something as unimportant as an overused nickname sway me to the point where I feel like I need to throw the whole name away.

I mean, I understand why younger trans people might do that, since they have less of their life established and are figuring out who they are, but I'm nearly 30, so I feel like I am getting too old for this. It's just tiring.

Idk, I probably won't make any decisions based on the results of this, but the feedback would be helpful to consider. WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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The Demon Brothers + Punishment (Part 1)

PART TWO HERE

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan x Gender Neutral Reader (separately)

Genre: NSFW Headcanons

Summary: How and why the older brothers would go about punishing you

Content/Warnings: dom/sub dynamic with sub reader, spanking, toys, degradation, fingering, overstim, y’know the usual punishment stuff

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors

Lucifer

He low key takes it too seriously

Very stern but gentle

(Unless he’s particularly angry of course)

“You know why I’m punishing you, yes? I need you to learn from your mistakes, my love, that’s what good little pets do.”

The severity of the punishment depends on the offense you committed

Something small will likely result in him making you cum on his fingers after you’ve apologized profusely

Then he’ll treat you to his cock

But when you mess up big time

Ooooh boooy

That sadism really comes out

Collars, leashes, handcuffs, you name it he’ll use it

He needs to be in a particular mood for his sadism to come out, but when it does it’s all or nothing

He’ll either be kissing your forehead gently or pushing you down with a foot on your chest while he toys with the remote of a vibrator

No in between

He’s actually not super into spanking. Although he’s not opposed to it, it’s not his go-to

He finds there are plenty of other, more humiliating ways to teach you a lesson

And he intends to show you all of them

“Now, now, no whining. You did this to yourself, my dear. Take your punishment now, or else you’ll only make your situation even more dire.”

Mammon

As much as Mammon likes to play rough with you, rarely ever will he actually punish you

He prefers to be playful, if a bit mean spirited at times

You’ll often have a couple of bruises or bites, but that’s to be expected; usually nothing more

So, what exactly merits a punishment from Mammon?

Well, the first option is to ask for it

He’ll happily oblige, but he’ll start slow in the beginning and ask you if you’re okay at least four times before he actually gets going

The other option is to make him jealous

If he sees you getting a little too friendly with another demon he’s sure to lose it

Drag it out for as long as you can

That’ll make him even angrier

Double points if you act oblivious about it later

The second you’re home alone he’s bending you over his lap and spanking you until itll hurt to sit down for the next two days

And he’ll make you apologize after each one

When he decides he’s had enough with that he’ll move on to roughly shoving his fingers in you

He’s going much too fast, but he doesn’t care

You deserve it for pissing him off like that

And he’ll talk down to you the entire time, making sure you’ve been thoroughly humiliated

“This is what little sluts like you get for acting out! Maybe next time you think of pulling a stunt like that you’ll remember how this feels.”

Leviathan

Oh this sweet baby loves you far too much to hurt you!

Punishments are so incredibly rare with Levi

You could ask, yes, but he’ll be so nervous there’s only a half chance he’ll actually go through with it

“O-Oh my stars, are you ok?! I-I know, I know I haven’t actually done anything yet, but…gah! I’m just so worried about you!”

Sweet boy

That means your only option is to earn your punishment

The best way to do that is to get him on a day when he’s already mad about something

Maybe Mammon stole one of his figurines to sell, or maybe he’s frustrated about a certain level of a game

That’s the best time to misbehave

Leviathan is rather possessive, even more so that Mammon, so the same tactics would work on him tenfold

Leviathan usually isn’t very active in his punishments

Instead he’ll tie you up on his bed and leave you squirming with at least three vibrators assaulting your sex

He’ll have the remotes with him at all times, but after a while of playing with them he’ll just leave them on the maximum speed while he ignores you to game

And he can get very, very invested in his games

You might be there for thirty minutes, maybe three hours

Depends on how he feels and how invested he gets

One things for sure, he’s not done with you until you’re practically thrashing against your restraints as you desperately try to quell the overstimulation

“You sound pathetic, whining like that…this is what happens when you underestimate me, human! This is all your fault…”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me smut #lucifer obey me #lucifer headcanons #lucifer smut #mammon obey me #mammon headcanons #mammon smut #leviathan obey me #leviathan headcanons #leviathan smut #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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suethesocks · 4 months

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Egyptian Ben 10 AU!!

A long while ago i got the idea of making an au where ben is an Egyptian Orthodox Christian (the idea entirely spawned off a joke my friend made about a hypothetical ben like that having to explain his fasting to rook)

At first the idea was gonna be that his parents are Egyptian immigrants and he was born and raised in Bellwood, but last second before finishing his character bio i decided to flip everything over and make this AU *in* Egypt

The timeline i have in mind for these bios are all at around right after the highbreed arc, but also before season 3 straight up starts. I feel like thats a good jumping-on point

In terms of aliens mostly i just get to explore what the aliens would look like as teenagers since uaf and ov didnt really do much with that (they didnt even bother giving wildmutt a tail) and have fun trying to make his flannel into outfits for the aliens. Hoever if i get any cool ideas for entirely revamping aliens id definitely do it

I tried to make fourarms darker skinned not sure if its showing. Id have done the same with stinkfly but the uniforms colorscheme wouldve crashed. I wanted to try giving wildmutt black fur because this ben has darker hair but nothing really quite worked hsjhds wildmutts obnoxious orange is just too iconic

Prep school is mostly an american thing, here the closest equivalent for the early 2000s would be an international school. Also i changed lawyer to doctor as thats the sort of "go-to" job that makes a lot of money, lawyers in egypt arent usually as fortunate

Here she doesnt wear her uniform this is just how she dresses. I tried to fit the cat motif like OS but i couldnt really think of something that fit. If i were drawing UAF or OV gwen in my own take id have given her cat imagery but i think for Jwanas personality it actually makes more sense for her to be boring and lose the cat

Jwanas also a lot more angsty about her magic (and it is magic) since her parents and basically entire surrounding community both Muslim and Christian are very against magic and consider it sin. Shes also a lot more angsty in general because like the bio says shes under alot of stress and is very jealous of ben, which is conflicting because ben is also her best friend and she doesnt wanna feel this sort of animosity to him. She also doesnt realize how much he looks up to her as someone who is a lot more intelligent and disciplined than he'll ever be (for example the concept of jwana having the spark isnt here, ben just can never learn magic because he doesnt have what it takes)

Kevin much like ben is more or less the same as he is in the show. With jwana i went with my own take but Ben and Kevin are more of, culminations of what i think are their best parts in the series and then just fleshing that out more

I felt like the outfit he has in earth-prime works best with a few touchups. Prime kevin has consistently had that rugged guy-who-lives-in-a-garage look so despite being the most basic outfit it works the best with a few touchups

I did change his anatomy, i wanted to make him look like a mutant freak. I gave him this sort of frankenstine's monster posture (a small reference to him being an amalgamation in os). He also has these stretch marks all over his body since his material absorption doesnt just create a coat around him but also alters his skin itself (so these markings arent there for os-era kevin) He also has a lot of weird bumps over his body

This kevin is 100% mutant no alien shenanigans. If i do aggregor i'll uhhh think of something else for him to be. His transition to the lightside is a lot longer and for the majority of the highbreed arc hes not even there hes more of an occasional ally if he feels like helping

Was his dad a plumber or not im not sure tbh, im leaning towards not though

Next post is gonna be a bunch of villains for funsies

#art #digital art #fanart #ben 10 #ben 10 fanart #ben 10 au

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yandereworlds · 2 years

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It’s been a long day. || {YANDERE!BUTCHER X READER}

hey everyone! this is dae-hyun’s intro, i hope you guys like it! not a lot of yandere-like behavior {yet} since it’s just the introduction, but i hope it’s interesting anyway LOL

here’s dae-hyun’s bio :3

https://at.tumblr.com/yandereworlds/meet-dae-hyun-hes-korean-american-and-works-as-a/r8aisxxkhw4h

“Mama, this place smells funny..”

“I know honey, but we’re almost done, okay?” The woman smiled at the child, giving a small laugh to the boy plugging his nose shut with his tiny hands, coiling up into his jacket. The scent of blood, steel and raw meats can be very overwhelming, so nobody could blame him, especially with the loud whirring above them on the ceiling and cases below them. Places like this had a horrendous smell to them and were less cost efficient, you could at least guarantee higher quality products than the average supermarket. It wasn’t dirty here or anything, but the entire aesthetic felt more visceral and gross to most people, but that’s a small price to pay for what they had available.

Crouching down to his level, manicured fingers gently rested on his shoulder, her free hand pointing across the pathway towards the opposite end of the front desk to a small wooden display. “Why don’t you pick a snack from that counter over there?” The boy immediately smiled, hands still covering his nose.

“Okay, mama!”

“Get something for your brother too, he probably wants one of those meat and cheese things.”

The child rushed towards the counter, taking in everything there was to offer; which actually wasn’t a lot. Various meat type snacks were obvious choices, and a few packaged treats such as small muffins, sweet rolls and some generic candy options. As the boy looked for something he wanted, his mother studied the meat display-case, her hand over her mouth in thought. Brushing some blonde locks out of her face, the woman looked up at the man behind the counter, who had just finished wrapping up the last item she chose. She was unable to look him in the eye though. That was normal from customers though.

“I think I’m gonna get some sirloin too..”

“How much?”

It almost sounded like a demand, rather than a question. His voice was low, and gruff. He sounded like he was threatening people half the time he spoke, even if he didn’t mean to. Put off again by his tone, the woman’s eyes flickered away in anxiousness. She didn’t wanna be here any longer than she needed to, just being in this man’s presence made her feel uneasy. At least he hadn’t shown any signs of aggression, but it was the way he looked at everything. The guy looked like a gang member. She chalked it up to maybe he was just having a bad day, and that the sooner she was out of his way he’d feel better. And she’d feel better.

“Uh, I’m thinking.. twenty ounces.”

With no response, the male takes a few slabs of the meat to weigh it. Little green electronic numbers flashed on the screen above the scale counting it in pounds, soon enough getting to a pound and quarter-pound. Satisfied, the man began wrapping the beef into kraft paper, closing it tightly to ensure the meat would not be contaminated or spoiled. His clear gloves had a little smearing of blood and juice on it, his eyes solely focused on his hands as he worked, never even giving the mother a second glance. In her mind, she never could understand how someone can be just so comfortable touching raw meat. Yeah, she had to when she cooked, but even then she felt it was kind of gross. She couldn’t imagine having a career solely on handling them. It was creepy how unbothered and distant he looked while packaging it. Taking aluminum foil, he finalized his work with one final layer around the raw meat and paper. Once everything was wrapped, he slipped all the different meats into a brown paper bag, the sounds of pitter-patter coming closer.

“I got snacks, mama!”

“Good job, sweetheart! Put it up on the countertop!”

The child set down two snacks; a meat-n-cheese stick combo, and some gummy bears. Taking off the rubber gloves before dropping them into the wastebasket by his feet, he used some sanitizer and rubbed them between his calloused hands without a word. The air was a bit awkward, the silence causing more awkward tension for the mother and her child to the point the boy used one of his hands to grab ahold of hers, still plugging his nose with the other. The man noticed this, but brushed it off. Grabbing the two items, he punched them into the register in front of him, along with the sirloin and other meats. Once complete, he pressed enter and the total came up on the small electronic screen on the -honestly outdated- machine for checkout. He pushed the snacks towards the edge of the countertop, gesturing for the child to grab them again, before looking back at the woman.

“Total is thirty-one dollars and sixty cents. You can round up to thirty-two if you wish to donate to our Paradise fund. It gives extra money to our local farmers to provide for their animals to ensure they live healthier lives.”

“Sure thing..!” Her voice sounded like she was holding her breath, giving a weak smile.

The blonde reached into her designer purse, digging around for her wallet as her son grabbed at the snacks again. Little brown eyes looked up at the taller male, who was well over twice his size. The man looked down at the child, the natural scowl on his face making the boy shrink back into his mother’s side, gripping onto her jacket. He didn’t mean to scare the kid, but he just couldn’t help how he looked. It’s not like he could just change his face. Though, he really wished he could. When cash was set on the counter, her thin hands immediately coiled back, as if he’d grab her if she lingered too long. Pulling the drawer open more, the man slipped the money into the machine, clicking some more keys until a receipt started coming out of the slot. Ripping it out, he set it inside the bag, wrapping the top in on itself to make a stronger hold than the actual handles, gesturing it towards her with his hand on the bottom of the bag to avoid breakage. The mom took the paper bag from him, almost cringing from how rough his hands felt. Using her free hand, she grabbed onto her child’s small one, making him whine from the smell now being able to reach his nose.

“Have a good rest of your night, ma’am.”

“You too..” She turned, looking down at her son as her smile changed from nervous to actual happiness. “Let’s go, honey. When we get home, do you wanna help mommy prepare dinner too?”

“Yeah! We’re having sgetti right?”

Their voices began to fade as they exited the door, the little bell ringing overhead. “Yep! We’re gonna be making spaghetti. You’re gonna help mama with..-” Her voice disappeared from the room, him watching as she walked into the small parking lot towards her car. It was dark out, she should really be more careful when it’s just her and her kid. Cruel people could take advantage of that. At least he knew they’d be safe on their way out, but nobody really comes by in later hours anyway. But seeing that woman and her son made her think back to his own childhood. Walking towards the snacks counter, he began mindlessly cleaning up after the kid’s aftermath of rummaging. The man knew kids were messy, he understood that, so he couldn’t be mad at him. Plus, it was an easy clean. Nothing to get worked up over, unlike what he saw from employees in other establishments. They’d freak out over the smallest thing, at just a child. He didn’t understand how grown adults could be so frustrated over something like that, especially if the kid didn’t mean to be. His parents never treated him like that.

When did he go out last with his own mother for errands like that? Dae-Hyun couldn’t remember. She died a decade ago by now, but he did remember going on little ‘adventures’ with her. He missed that. He missed when his mom would help him work in the shop, teaching him with a smile on her face. He brushed some black hair out of his eyes.

At least that little boy was still able to do things with his own mother, the man was glad he hadn’t gone through that loss, especially this early in his life.

Now that he thought of it, after his mom died he never really went out after that. His dad didn’t have the energy or enthusiasm to go out like he did when his mom was alive. Both of them took it pretty hard, so it made sense they weren’t as spontaneous without her. Not to mention, his father wasn’t one to be spontaneous on his own at all really, it was mostly his mom giving them something to do or somewhere to go. Dae-Hyun wasn’t really either, he mostly took after his dad. His dad could barely even keep running the butchery after a few years with her gone, let alone go out. He’d stop showing up as much for work, and would hire people to run it until his son was old enough to take over the family business, and by the time Dae-Hyun could run it all on his own, his dad had stopped showing up at all. He turned everything in his son’s name, living off the profit made from the years prior. His father was lucky though. If he hadn’t promised his mother to continue the business, he would have probably turned down the offer. Yeah, his dad would want Dae-Hyun to keep the family line, but it’s not like he could force him in the end. Dae-Hyun was -in his mothers words-, her ‘little baby butcher’; he’d feel guilty if he let it go. At least the job was fairly easy once he learned the skills, easy money without risk of being fired.

As his thoughts continued to spiral into different directions of his family, he absentmindedly began wiping down the counters. A lot of the time, Dae-Hyun was on auto-pilot, not really putting a lot of thought into what he did, just went through the motions. His extended family was worried about him, but he didn’t mind living this way. Or well, at least he thought. He did what he needed to, and that was life. He’d been doing it for years, and he turned out fine for the most part. He began to wonder how life would have been different if his mom had been around. The black-haired man stared blankly down at the countertop, spraying then rubbing with the rag. He didn’t bother checking the time, or the door. Nobody showed up this late, he had about thirty minutes until he’d close. The only time it would be busy this late is during the holiday season, and it was the middle of May.

Then, a little bell rang.

“Hello!”

A little shocked, Dae-Hyun lifted his head, meeting eyes with another customer. He didn’t recognize them. Well, that was new.

“Sorry I’m here so late in the day, but I heard you’d be slower during the night. You’re not closing yet, right? I read on the website you close at ten?”

“Uh..” He blinked a few times quietly, still looking all too intimidating. “Yeah, we’re still open.”

The person gave a relieved sigh, their hand resting on top of their chest. “Good, I was worried.” They gave a gentle laugh, smiling up at him as they approached the counter. “I’ll be quick, okay? I just need to get a few things.”

Dae-Hyun wasn’t used to such gleeful interaction, feeling almost a little off-put by it. “Take your time. You still have a little while.” His scowl remained the same, taking his spray bottle and rag into the drawer, reaching towards the sanitizer again. Giving himself a little to rub between his hands, the other nodded and went off to look around. The male snuck another glance at the customer, trying to get a read on them. They’re definitely new to the shop, he hadn’t seen them before. He watched as they picked an item from the shelf and eyed it. They didn’t look like the type to steal, they wore pretty decently priced clothes and looked well-presented, and their overall stature didn’t imply they were the thieving type. They were pretty cute honestly. Not that it really mattered though.

“Y’know, I’ve heard good things about this place.” The sudden voice startled Dae-Hyun, quickly looking away so that they didn’t realize he had been staring at them, unintentionally warding them off. “I read online that this was a family thing?”

The man nodded, resting his hands on the counter. “Yes, it started as my grandfathers.”

The person smiled again, still holding the item in their hand, a sauce bottle. “That’s so cool!” Walking towards the front, their {E/C} eyes met with his deep brown ones. They weren’t looking away, what was up with them? “But..” They gestured at the emptiness behind him, “Are you the only one who works here..?” The man nodded silently, almost looking away from the eye contact himself. It was a weird feeling. They frowned, setting the bottle on top. “Don’t you get lonely?”

Now that was an unexpected question. Most people just got what they needed and left, and any small talk was usually to cut tension, not actively start a conversation. They didn’t seriously worry if a guy like him was lonely, right? His scowl softened a little, tilting his head to the side. He actually felt.. more focused right now. Mostly intrigued by the approach.

“I mean..” He paused, he did feel lonely. But just saying ‘yes’ felt a little undeserved on their end, afterall; they did make the effort to actually converse with him. He kind of felt like he owed more than that. “Yes, but it’s not anything I can’t handle.” He pulled out a brown bag from under the countertop before opening it and setting it down, then pulling out a pair of clear gloves. “Have you decided what you’d like?” Did he always sound this mean? He never really considered it before, why did he only really notice it now? No wonder people looked at him funny. It’s not like he was unaware of how he sounded, but it never really caught his full attention.

“Oh..! Uhm..” They looked down at the glass display, reading off what they wanted. “I was thinking.. Ten pounds ground beef, and just a pound of boneless ribeye.” They pointed at the steak within the case, nodding. “Yep, that’s the one.”

Dae-Hyun nodded, quietly opening the casket. Pulling out the tray of ground beef, he wrapped it in some extra protective layers, setting it inside the bag before grabbing the ribeye. Watching as the man worked, {Y/N} looked up at him. They pursued their lips for a moment, before giving a small laugh. “Y’know, you’re not as scary as I heard you were.”

That caught his attention. He turned a little, meeting eyes with them with a startled look, letting out a quiet ‘what’.

“Yeah, a bunch of my friends said you had the best meat products but that you were absolutely terrifying.” They let out another playful scoff with a slight shrug, “I mean, I can see why they’d think that, a big hulky guy carrying around bloody meats and cleavers” they leaned over the counter, “But.. I don’t know, you don’t seem all that scary to me.” Being told that he was lonely, made {Y/N} feel a little sympathy for him. That answer alone made him feel a lot more human than what the other people in town said about him. {Y/N} liked to think they’re a lot less judgy than their peers, and wanted to come see for themselves if ‘the scary butcher guy’ was as terrifying as they heard.

Unaware to even respond, Dae-Hyun felt a little pang in his chest. He just.. stared at them. He could feel a little warmth spread across his face, almost sweating. That felt.. Good, but also very intimidating. Intimidating? Since when was he the intimidated one? It felt.. almost terrifying. Catching himself in his trance, the man quickly looked back to the scale, trying to fixate his eyes on it and not retreat back to the customer, muttering an apology. He nodded. “Th.. Thank you.” He swallowed, mind a little aflutter from the comment, almost missing the scale’s number. This was so odd, he’s barely even met this person and he’s already feeling a little anxious. And that smile on their face.. When did he last see someone smile so genuinely at him like that? While wrapping the meat, he snuck a glance at them, noticing they were already reaching into their bag to pull out their wallet. He carefully put the steak into the bag, taking off his gloves and sanitizing again. He really used it too much, it certainly didn’t help the callousness of his hands. Typing away at the register, as {Y/N} tossed a sweet roll on the counter top. He must have been too in his head to even realize they walked over there. Punching in the extra numbers, he turned to them, noticing the debit card in their hand.

“Uh..” He paused, “We only take cash..”

“Oh! Sorry!” They stuffed the card back, giving an awkward laugh as they looked at the numbers on the screen. Twenty-two dollars, and thirty-seven cents. Pulling out a small wad of cash, they cursed under their breath. “Shit, I don’t have enough right now. Can I put the roll back? Sorry again..” They gave an apologetic smile, scratching their neck.

Giving a little thought, Dae-Hyun sighed. “It’s fine, the roll is on me. Just give me what you have.”

Looking a bit taken back, a brighter smile soon spread across their face. “Really..!?” They handed over the money to his hand, grinning wide. “Thank you..! That’s so sweet of you!” Sweet? He never heard that word to describe him before. But he also hadn’t offered free merchandise before. Slipping all the money into the drawer, a receipt popped out before he tore it and put it in the paper bag. Rolling it, he pressed his hand under as he passed it off, letting them grab the roll with their free hand. Laughing to themselves, {Y/N} adjusted their grip. “See, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

They hadn’t made a whole lot of conversation, mostly because he didn’t really allow a whole lot of room for any, but he couldn’t deny it felt kinda good to have someone talk to him like a person for once. And hearing this person defend him almost made him feel.. Happy. It clearly wasn’t everyday someone described him so positively. He almost didn’t want them to leave. Getting out of his thoughts again, he realized the customer already made it to the door.

“Thank you again! Have a great night!”

Before he could even respond, they were already out the door. He stared at the glass from afar, his chapped lips parting a little. He muttered a small ‘you too’ under his breath. His mind was a little blank now, just standing alone. Dae-Hyun wondered if, or when they’d be back again. They didn’t seem to be scared off or anything.. Then he realized something.

He never even caught their name.

#//mun rose #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yanderecore #male yandere #oc #dae-hyun #yancore #obsession #not a lot of like 'yandere' behavior shown here bc its jus his intro but ykkkk lawl #mun rose writing #mun kiki art

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markantonys · 7 months

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AITA for joining a "cult" that thinks my sister and mom are Darkfriends?

First, some backstory. I (30m) have always been an outsider in my family. It wasn't anything to do with my parents - dad (dead) always spent all his time with me instead of my younger siblings, and (step)mom (43f) always gave me extra attention compared to her bio kids because she didn't want me to feel neglected - or with my brother (21m), who's always looked up to me. It was all because of my sister (19f). She's hated and bullied me ever since she was a toddler, and I have no idea why. I guess maybe she doesn't think I'm her real brother, or blames me for telling on her whenever she did irresponsible things like climb trees and talk to strangers. All I've ever done is try to keep her safe, but she's never appreciated it.

Anyway, there's this organization (my sister claims it's a cult, though I don't think that's fair) that's dedicated to serving the Light. My mom always hated them and kept them banned from our country because she thinks they have an agenda against women who can channel, and she's one herself, as is my sister. I used to believe her, but after reading one book written by the organization's founder, I realized that my mom has a totally biased view of them and they're actually doing really important work founded on admirable principles. So when my sister went missing at the hands of women who can channel, I decided I'd had enough of those women lying to everyone all the time and I joined this organization.

I did have my view of them shaken when I found out my mom had been kidnapped, abused, and murdered by one of their leaders (turns out she's actually still alive though, don't worry about that), but I challenged that leader to an honorable duel and killed him to avenge my mom, and my friends and I rooted out a handful of other corrupt members of the organization, so now with that small minority gone, the rest of us can continue doing the Light's work and spreading awareness of the evils of the One Power.

To be clear, I OBVIOUSLY don't think my sister and mom are Darkfriends; it's only everyone else who uses the One Power who is. I've explained this to my sister multiple times but it only makes her angrier instead of grateful that I'm making an exception for her and choosing to believe the best of her. It feels like I can never do anything right in her eyes, but maybe I've somehow got the wrong understanding of the situation. So, AITA?

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u/dainbornhald: NTA. Your sister's problem isn't actually that you joined this organization (which totally does sound 100% Light-serving). She doesn't think you're her real brother and is just looking for any excuse to continue the bullying, manipulation, and gaslighting she's been using on you since she was a toddler. [+5k votes] u/childbyar: Came here to say this. Sister sounds like a textbook abuser, and, honestly, almost definitely a Darkfriend. I'd go no contact with her, OP, and maybe get a restraining order if you have to - she's obviously unhinged. [+1.2k votes]

u/amyrlinseat: You joined a cult that thinks your sister is a Darkfriend based on an innate characteristic about her that she didn't choose and can't change (unlike you, who DID choose to join this cult), and you're whining that she's mad at you for it??? YTA [-749 votes]

u/luckyfox: YTA for the cult thing, but this whole family's got serious mommy AND daddy issues (take it from an expert). Sister resents you for getting all your parents' attention growing up, and you have a victim complex about being a stepchild/half-brother. I can only wonder what might be going on with the middle brother who wasn't mentioned much here. You guys need to go to therapy. [+2 votes] u/galaddamodred [OP]: My brother always seemed very well-adjusted, but a few hours after I made this post he actually died going on a suicide charge in battle because he thought he was unimportant enough to risk and no one would care much if he died in the attempt. Which sucks because now the only sibling I've got left is my sister who hates me. [+273 votes] u/luckyfox: oh my god [+312 votes]

#every time i read galad's narration of elayne being sO MeAN to him in AMOL #i'm reminded of an r/aita post where the person is skirting around crucial information to make themselves sound like not the asshole jkfg #wot #wot book spoilers #the wheel of time

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rogersideup · 1 year

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter sixteen

Crawl Home to You

Series masterlist

Previous Part: Everything will be Okay Next Part: Endgame

Word Count: 7,532

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"Psst"

You stopped in your tracks.

Walking the empty main hall of the compound towards where Steve, Scott, Bruce and Nat were conducting a time travel test, the only sound was the echoed thumping of your sneakers against the floor.

Steve advised you to wait it out in the living room until they were done so he knew you'd be safe and sound, then he texted you that they were all done. However, that text came in the middle of a business call, so you told him you'd come down to them when it wrapped up.

So now, here you were, approaching the pull up zone outside and trying to figure out where that noise came from.

"Sunflower!" You heard the loud whisper again.

Knowing that literally everyone here but Steve only ever called you Sugar Cookie, you knew exactly who it was already.

"Where are you?" You giggled, turning around in a complete circle to find him.

Then, he bashfully turned the corner. Arm behind his back, with a cheeky, genuine smile on his face.

"What's gotten into yo-" You asked with a giggle before he fully turned the corner and you saw what he was trying to sneak around. Your laugh turned into a gasp and your jaw happily dropped. "No fucking way!"

He propped his arm up, and attached to it was the red white and blue shield. "Tony just gave it back to me. We made up, it was actually really nice."

You stepped closer to inspect it, "I can't believe I've been with you for this long and I've never seen the shield before!"

Steve laughed at your body language. Your hands were crossed behind your back, and instead of getting even closer, your few steps kept you at a comfortable distance away from it, yet you still leaned forward and squinted your eyes to see all of its details.

"Are you so happy to have it back?" You asked, looking up at him for a brief moment to see his facial expression.

"It's like reuniting with an old friend, feels like no time has passed." His free hand lovingly pat the front of it. You still seemed very timid, and his step forward caused you to take a step back. "Are you... scared of it?"

"What? No." You denied, shaking your head.

As a test he stepped forward again but this time you stayed put. Steve gave you a confused look, unable to gauge your reaction. "You wanna touch it?"

He extended his arm out to you, and you shook your head again. "I can't just touch it!" You exclaimed like he had gone absolute mad.

"Why not?" He asked with a laugh.

"Why not?! I don't even want to breathe too hard near it! That's like an artifact, dude! Are you crazy?!" You explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I have lotion on my hands, and it's gonna get all over it."

"Baby, it's made out of the strongest metal on earth." Steve explained, gently grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat to the front of it. "See? Nice shield!"

"Woaaahhhh, that's so cool." Your face turned from concerned to amazed before you ran your finger around the grooves. Then, you made a cheeky big smile at Steve, "Can I hold it?"

"Wow, quick turn around time" He noted how fast you went from 0 to 100 as he pulled his arm out of the straps.

He instructed you to hold your arm out before sliding it through one strap, and to grip the other in your palm.

"How's she feeling?" Steve asked. "I can make it tighter."

"It feels so cool!" You said giddily.

"Looks even cooler, Baby" His heart melted at the sight of his love holding it.

"What do you think? Should I get me one of these?" You asked.

"I think you need lots of training and a small lump some of money to obtain this much vibrainum, but I believe in you!" He kissed your cheek and started guiding you down the hallway again, right back towards his room.

"Sooooo, how did the test run go?" You asked, walking tall and proud with the shield on your arm.

"Not too great. We accidentally tuned Scott into a baby and an old man. But pay no mind to any of that because Tony is here, and he figured it out. So he's going to build a real time travel machine, oh- and Rocket and Nebula just got here too. Rocket and Bruce are going to go get Thor."

"Steve..."

"What?" He questioned nonchalantly.

"Is Scott back to normal?" You asked. "Why did you just brush over that part?"

"Oh yeah, he's back to Scott-ish age now." He confirmed.

"Okay great." You giggled.

"Woah!" Sounded from behind you.

Admittedly, it scared you at first. You didn't hear any footsteps, and you definitely didn't sense anyone nearing. You jumped, shrieked, and dropped the shield straight into the floor.

Steve laughed and he swiftly bent down to pick it up, and you turned to address the terrifying elephant in the room.

None other than Tony stark. "Sugar cookie stuck around, huh?"

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark." You greeted him while puffing out a breath and clutching your chest.

"She's polite." Tony acknowledged, Steve nodded with pride. "Just Tony works."

"Oh, sorry." You apologized for using an incorrect title.

"Rogers, didn't I just tell you to keep that under wraps because I didn't bring enough for everyone?" Tony joked, pointing at the shield.

"What could I say? She just looked so cute holding it" Steve justified.

"She looked even cuter dropping it." Tony joked. Then his eyes met yours. "You really are beautiful by the way, thanks for sticking around. Contrary to popular belief around here, I do like seeing Rogers happy."

"Thank you, Tony. I'm happy to be here." You responded politely, unsure of how to let your guard drop around the billionaire.

"Steve, meeting room in 10. We have a lot of thinking to do." Tony told Steve, then turned to you. "Would it be inappropriate to tell you o could really go for some brownies right now?"

"No, not at all." You shook your head. "I'll get right on it... Do you happen to know if Raccoons can eat chocolate?"

"This isn't about the build-a-bear." Tony shook his head. "Okay, gotta go. Kinda have half the universe counting on me to build a Time Machine."

And just like that, he walked off.

You sighed. "When he says it like that, I guess he really does deserve some brownies."

Steve giggled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "I'm guessing you're headed off to the store now?"

"Depends. Do the Avengers have any dark cocoa powder handy?"

With his free hand, Steve reached into his back pocket and handed you the keys to his car. "Nobody here is smart enough to know how to bake anything. Of course we don't have cocoa powder."

You laughed at his statement, a little snort passed through. "I just love you so much, Stevie."

"I can tell, nobody would put up with any of this for any other reason." He acknowledged. "I love you too, Baby."

You rocked up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. "Use your big brain, smarty pants. They need it."

"Oh, and by the way," Steve started, smug look on his face. "If you're holding the shield and you get scared, best practice is to hold it in front of you and not drop it on the floor. It can't really do much for you all the way down there."

"Yeah, yeah" You playfully rolled your eyes.

Over the next few days, Steve watched you connect with the team in ways he wasn't quite sure he's ever had. Honestly, it came quite naturally for you.

If someone was upset, it's like your brain didn't even have to think about what to do. You'd autopilot hugs and comforting words. And if someone needed a break to rest their tired brain, they'd always come to you for some fun conversation. If anyone fell asleep, you were there to throw a blanket over them.

No matter how happy it made him, he reminded you time and time again that you didn't have to stick around if you didn't want to. The conversations they were having were heavy, and he could tell a lot of them took a toll on you regardless of your efforts to not show that they did.

But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night without being here for him. You wanted to make sure he was okay first and foremost, and you knew he couldn't sleep at night if you weren't there. It was a tricky balance, but one you'd do almost anything to keep the scales from tipping.

Steve had warned you not to get too attached to any of the team, he told you realistically how it works. They get along and work well together, but when the mission was done they all went back to their separate lives. He knew you and your sweet as sugar heart, and he wanted to protect it from the reality of the people he surrounded you with.

Perhaps Sam, Bucky and Nat were the exceptions. He always knew they would be there for him no matter what. Oh how he wished you could've met Bucky, he knew the two of you would be like two peas in a pod.

But in the time it took to get the whole team assembled and the machine built, he could tell his advice to you had flown out the window.

You and Nat were just too precious to separate. And Thor; sweet, poor Thor. He was really having a rough time, and you just couldn't help yourself from comforting him. Steve saw Thor bond with you in a way he had never quite seen him bond with anyone before. You made Rocket how very own tray of blondies since he definitely couldn't eat the brownies. He even saw Tony giving you business advice, that spiraled into him giving you opinions on everything about the new bakery you were working tirelessly on. Tony complemented your business model and taste in interior design on multiple occasions, which was a very high compliment.

Two days before they decided the machine was good enough for a test run, Steve decided that's when he would feel most comfortable bringing you home.

Everything in him was screaming to get you to safety, but his heart was screaming to never let you go. So, he decided the day he brought you home he'd spend the night at home with you, then go back the next morning. He knew a little bit of peace away from the craziness would help him go into the mission with a stronger, more rested mind.

Honestly, driving through the neighborhood with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand being held between both of yours, he had never been so sure that this was his home now.

Even in just the relatively short time away, he missed everything about it. Your shared home, the bed, the running trails, the lake view lookout cliffs, and breakfast burritos from the diner.

He even almost missed the feeling of being watched by Georgia's careful eyes every time he simply exited near the view of her living room window.

When the two of you pulled up the driveway, put the car in park and turned off the transmission, he looked over at you. You were lost in thought, staring out of the window with no awareness to your surroundings. Steve felt a little crack in your heart knowing exactly what you were thinking about.

"Baby," he squeezed your hand, grabbing your attention. "You'll see them again, okay?"

You grinned and squeezed his hand right back. "I just want you guys to stay safe, that's all."

"We will be." He nodded. "You have to know that saving the world is the goal but getting home to you is number one priority. We all have too much to lose to put anything on the line."

You leaned over the center console to give him a kiss. "I trust you."

Instead of a response, his eyes were open when you pulled away, staring straight ahead. Instead of asking what he was looking at, you followed his eyes and saw Georgia conveniently out on her porch.

Rather than the perfectly put together version of Georgia everyone knew, she looked... off. Rather than a proper outfit, she was in comfortable clothes. The color in her face looked drained, other than her cheeks which were blushed pink.

This time you weren't so sure she came out to see what the two of you were up to. Especially when she slowly walked towards the railing of her porch and barely made it the few steps it took to get there. Stumbling over her own two feet to grab onto the railing, and even when she wasn't walking, she was slowly swaying like she couldn't even stand up.

"Something's wrong." You mumbled, unsure if it was to yourself or the superhero in the drivers seat.

You could tell he was thinking the same thing as you, and every issue you've ever had with her completely flew out of the window and wasn't even a thought in either of your minds as you both un-clicked your seatbelts and got out of the car as fast as you could.

Your legs carried yourself over to her faster than you even looked both ways to check for cars before crossing the street. Steve's legs were longer, they got him to her first. He walked up her porch stairs two at a time before putting his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, full of concern.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't been feeling good an-" She started explaining, before noticing you approaching right behind Steve.

"What's wrong, Georgia?" You wanted her to keep going.

"Baby, you know I wouldn't be asking for help if I didn't need it." She told you.

You were even more worried as you could hear shakiness and mumbling in her voice. She could barely separate words on her tongue, the syllables were slurring together.

"It's okay, tell me what's going on." You reassured her, caring a lot more about her well being than anything that's happened between the three of you.

Steve was already three steps ahead of this situation. He was looking around and making a plan in his head, he knew just by looking at her that she was very very sick with something. Just with one hand on her shoulder he could feel the heat radiating off of her yet her arms had visible goosebumps.

"I just have the flu or something, but I can't go- go to the store to get any medicine." She slurred.

Her swaying was getting worse, eyes growing heavier by the moment. Getting increasingly more concerned by the second, Steve had to make a judgment call.

"Baby." Steve got your attention, now with one hand on Georgia's back and another on her upper arm. "Call the paramedics." He mouthed as to not make Georgia more concerned.

You nodded, understanding why he didn't speak it out loud. "I'm going to go grab you a few things from my house, why don't you let Steve take you inside so you can get comfortable okay? I'll be right back."

"Really I'm f-fine. Just need some cold medicine or someth-" She didn't finish her sentence.

"Georgia?" Steve tried getting her to respond, but her eyes closed.

Having already bracing for this, Georgia became unconscious and fell backwards onto Steve, but he caught her gracefully before she even had a chance to come close to the floor.

You pulled out the phone and immediately called for an ambulance as Steve set her down as gently as he possibly could before sitting down next to her and rolling her head to the side.

He was worried with a fever this high she would have a seizure following the loss of consciousness, and while you were on the phone, your big concerned eyes found his calm ones.

You answered all the questions as best you could before the dispatcher told you the paramedics would be there as soon as they could, then you hung up.

Calm as a clam, Steve sat with her with a watchful eye.

"Do you want to stay with her, or do you want to grab me a few things in the meantime?" He asked.

"I'll stay" you nodded, feeling overwhelmed and worried sick.

"Okay, I'll be right back." He nodded, swiftly standing up and jogging across the street.

He came back not even a full minute later with everything he needed to start treatment while waiting for proper medical care.

You watched as he slipped a pillow from the porch swing under her head, then put a cold wet rag on her forehead, and put down a cold water bottle just in case she woke up. Sitting down next to you on the ground, he reached out and let you play with his hand.

"She'll be okay" He explained. "I think she has a really high fever and hasn't been trying to keep it down enough. They'll probably take her and keep her for a few days, but it's an easy fix. Nothing to be worried about."

"How do you know?" You questioned sadly.

"I spent the first 23 years of my life sick as a dog." He grinned emphatically. "I know because I've been here so many times before."

You nodded silently and played with his fingers before a quiet tear slipped down your cheek and you tried your hardest to not alert Steve of your emotions, but he was always far more observant than you ever hoped he would be.

"Hey, baby." Steve pouted. "Talk to me, are you scared?"

"I'm sad." You corrected. "I care about her and love her so much, and I still do even after all this time and everything that's happened. I don't understand why it has to be like this."

"I'm sorry, Honey." Steve pouted. Though unspoken, his apology had a double meaning. I'm sorry it had to be this way, and I'm sorry for being the wedge in the strained relationship.

"I could've been here taking care of her had she just heard me out and opened her heart to you. It never had to be this way. It should've never come to this." You shook your head. "And now I feel guilty that she's alone. I feel like I have everyone and she has no one."

"That's not your fault." Steve reminded you gently. "You aren't the one who decided for any of this to happen."

"I hope she can see that I still love her, and that you're a good man when all of this is said and done because I hate this stupid grudge."

Although Steve still admittedly hated what she did to you, and wanted to be petty and hold onto it for as long as he could, he understood where you were coming from.

It reminded him of his relationship with Tony. There was a long time in which he thought it was past the point of reconciliation, but not all things were impossible, and the love he had for him never went away.

"You have the best heart, and she's lucky to still be loved by you even after all this time" Steve told you, both of you could hear sirens blaring in the distance.

"She has a sister I should call, do you think I should go to the hospital with her?"

"I think you should do whatever will make you feel like you're doing the right thing." Steve advised you. "I know this is tricky, there's no right or wrong answer, but what we already did was the right thing to do. Anything else is above and beyond."

The sirens got too loud to even respond to him, and the paramedics rushed up to to take her and treat her with urgency. But no matter how quickly they worked, a few concerned neighbors still came out to ask you and Steve about what was going on.

Apparently the nice couple two doors down from her had formed a pretty close friendship, and the wife made a pretty mindless decision to get into the back of the ambulance with her with almost no second thought. It did a lot to ease your mind, especially knowing she wasn't as along as you once thought she was.

After calling her sister who also assured you that she was on her way to the hospital, you felt a lot better and decided to stay home and spend time with Steve who would be quite literally traveling through time in just a short day away.

Eventually you dragged your two feet through the front door, Steve closing it and locking it behind you as you kicked off your shoes.

"Straight to the couch, young lady. I don't want to hear any if's, and's, or butt's about it!" Steve joked.

You followed his instructions with giggle and you plopped down right before he did. It wasn't long before he had you cuddled up to him, with the fluffy blanket on top of the two of you.

Face to face, he gently pushed your hair behind your ear before letting his palm warm your cheek.

"Thank you for helping her even though you had no reason to." You spoke quietly. With barely any distance, words didn't need to travel far anyways.

"I always have a reason to. Helping is what I do best."

Non-verbally agreeing with him, you came to terms with your own thoughts. "These next few days are going to be really hard."

"They will be, I don't think there's anyway we can sugar coat that." Steve agreed. "But I believe in our ability to get through hard times together."

"There's no one else I'd rather be by my side."

"Couldn't agree more." He grinned. "Can I add two more codes to the sunflowers?"

"What do you want to add?" You asked.

"I think in case of emergency, we should do 4 blinks." He suggested gently.

"But there's not going to be an emergency." You raised an eyebrow.

"If course there isn't" Steve agreed with you, though you both knew the chance was pretty high. "And on the contrary I think one long blink should signal that I'm okay. I want you to have peace of mind and a quick way to communicate that to you whenever we need it."

"Ooh, I love that one!" You enthused, earning the sweetest smile from your favorite boy.

"I knew you would"

"What do you want to do before you leave in the morning?" You questioned, fully devoted to making him as happy and relaxed as possible.

"You." He stated smugly.

You gasped and your cheeks immediately turned pink before hiding your face into his neck. He laughed as you squealed like a teenage girl, because even after all these years his sexual comments still pulled great reactions out of you. "Naughty!... but I think we can arrange that."

"You're so cute" he giggled, now cradling the back of your head with his hand.

"I'm trying to hide that I'm blushing!"

"Well it's not so secret anymore, is it?"

You lifted your head to glare at him, and sure enough, your cheeks were painted rosy pink. "What else do you want to do?"

"This is fine by me." Steve shrugged. "Just wanna spend time with you."

"You want a breakfast burrito tomorrow morning, don't you?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I want to spend time eating breakfast burritos with you." He reiterated,

"I know how to read in between the lines, Baby." You giggled.

Besides the forefront of your mind being full of concern over Georgia, Steve, and the Avengers, the two of you managed to spend a really nice day away from the chaos.

You slipped in one phone call to make sure Georgia was okay, then the rest of your time was occupied by Steve and Steve only. Long conversations ranging from heavy topics to funny ones that made the two of you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe, to making sweet sweet love that never failed to make you feel so appreciated and your souls interconnected.

And just as important as making you feel loved during sex was to Steve, making sure you felt just as loved after the fact was arguably even higher priority for him. He never could let go of hearing all the ways you were used and manipulated in the past. All he ever wanted was to make a life for you in which you never had to even be worried about feeling that way every again.

Every single year you've been together has been a constant reminder to him that you always felt safe, loved, and the most comfortable version of yourself when he was around. But that didn't mean he would ever stop being as attentive as he could to you. And you loved to return the favor to him as well.

So after the fun came even more fairytale romantic intimacy in the form of a long, hot shower. The two of you washed each others hair, exchanged kisses, sweet words, and his strong hands even gave you a nice relaxing shoulder massage.

One thing he quickly learned is that a baker's shoulders were always tense, always over worked, and most of the time your right shoulder was hurting you. So some shoulder rubs always released mental and physical tension, and it almost always made you sleepy.

That night Steve felt a sense of accomplishment when he successfully lulled you to sleep after being convinced you wouldn't sleep a single wink until the mission was over, Georgia was no longer sick, and everyone was home safe.

But when the two of you cuddled in up in nothing more than a sports bra, some underwear, and your softest blankets, the warmth and comfort of his bare skin and sweet words sent you straight to dreamland without even processing that it was happening.

Not a single thought in your brain could keep you awake when it was full of nothing but thoughts of how much you loved him, and how lucky you were to be loved by the gentle giant.

When his big frame engulfed you like the cutest little teddy bear, your soft and even breathing always knocked him out quickly too. Though the two of you weren't quite married yet, he was a firm believer in the happy wife, happy wife notion.

You woke up the morning of his departure a lot less relaxed than you were last night, and you could tell that was the case for him too considering he was awake, yet quietly hiding away with his face shoved into your chest and the blankets pulled up to his ear.

For as long as the two of you could afford, you played with the short hair on the back of his head, squeezed him tight and peppered gentle kisses to the crown of his skull.

"Good morning, handsome." You spoke quietly, only to be responded with by him shaking his head. You laughed and gave him another kiss knowing he definitely wasn't ready to start the day.

A few more minutes of cuddles later, he finally poked his head and peaked at you through his eyelashes. "G'morning."

"Maybe if we keep sleeping you don't have to leave." You suggested, feeling the mutual dread over the lack of unknown.

"I just tried that, it didn't work." Steve pouted.

Your arms squeezed him as tight as they could for just a few seconds, and he appreciated every second of you trying to love him to death. That was until his phone ringing interrupted the peace.

He groaned in complaint while you reached over to grab it for him. "It's Tony"

"Let it go to voice mail." Steve half joked.

"You want me to send Tony Stark to voice mail?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It helps keep him humble" He rolled into his back, squinting his eyes to hide them from the harsh daylight.

You clicked the answer button and put Steve's phone to your ear. "Hello, Anthony."

"Oh, even lovelier than hearing Rogers' voice in the morning." He commented. "Where is he, by the way?"

"He's really busy right now." You joked with a smile, everyone knew it was bullshit. He was now hiding his eyes in the ditch of his elbow.

"I'm just gonna assume he's pooping. How are you? Happy to be home?"

"I'm great, but I miss you already."

Steve let out a little complaint, he couldn't believe how well you and Tony got along. He should've expected it, you got along with everyone, but there was something about Tony being able to butter you up that just really got under his skin. He poked your ribs, so you put the call on speaker phone.

"Miss you too, Sugar Cookie. I've been meaning to ask you. When are you and Rogers getting married? If he hasn't proposed yet just let me know and I'll pester him about it. I'll even pitch in for a ring, make sure it's real pretty."

"You're so inva-" Steve started.

"Helpful. Thank you." You cut him off.

"That got him here quick!" Tony noted.

"I think the wedding will be sometime next year, but I'll make sure you get a hand delivered invitation."

"Steve? Do you need some money?" Tony asked, earning a laugh from you.

"I'm more than fine, Tony. I have a big boy job." Steve denied.

"Oh! It's actually funny you bring that up because I was talking to a few of your colleagues, they were all thinking we do the whole time heist thing today instead of tomorrow. So if you want to keep your big boy job to buy that rock we were just talking about, you should probably get here like... soon-ish."

"Okay, then I'll be there soon-ish." He agreed.

"How soon is soon and how ish-y is the ish?" Tony asked.

"Well the soon part is the whole flying a jet thing, and the ish is eating a breakfast burrito and getting dressed so give me 2 hours."

"Hey sugar cookie?" Tony called your attention.

"What's up?"

"When this is all done, Team party at the bakery?"

"The doors are always open for you guys." You agreed.

"Great. See you soon. Rogers, see you soon-ish." Tony said before hanging up.

Both of you dragged yourselves out of bed to put some clothes on and eat breakfast together before sending him off.

Outside of the diner you two hovered next to his car, leaning on it, trying to selfishly take every single moment you could. He briefed you on everything that would go down, you soaked up the information, and unfortunately it was time to say goodbye.

"Remember, I'll be gone for a few hours, but for you it'll only be a few minutes. I'll let you know when I get back by holding down the sunflower, okay?"

"Okay. One long glow." You nodded. "You're going to do great, Baby. And by all means, you're fucking time traveling. Enjoy it, but be safe."

"Always." He squeezed your hands. "I've got the most important thing in the whole world right here, nothing else comes before that. Shit, even if I die and they bury me underneath a concrete slab, you best believe I'm climbing my way out and crawling my way home to you"

"First of all, don't say that. Second of all, don't even think that. Third of all, that sounds horrifying. And fourth of all, that's really sweet, thank you." You schooled him with a giggle.

"I just love you that much!" He enthused.

"I love you too." You smiled. "I'd help dig you out, by the way."

"Teamwork makes the dream work." He cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss. "When you see that I'm back, stay home, alright? We don't know what the world is going to look like when we bring everyone back. I want you to stay safe too."

"Got it" You agreed with a nod, and one more kiss. "You still have your good luck charm?"

"That $20 was the first thing that made it to my new suit." He reassured you.

"Perfect. Go get 'em Soldier."

"Yes ma'am." He followed your orders, opening his car door. "I love you!"

"I love you more."

Upon his departure, you knew you needed to keep yourself busy. So you decided to eat your own pride and bring a bouquet of flowers to the hospital to check up on Georgia and hopefully start the mend of your broken relationship.

She was asleep when you got there, but her sister let you know she was doing well and will be home tomorrow. Not wanting to disrupt, you left the flowers then made your way back to your second home.

The bakery welcomed you in with the smell of fresh baked cookies and a warm waft of air from the ovens that felt like a big hug.

Time always flew by when you became truly focused on running the place and taking care of orders, but it was never enough to completely rid you of the knot in your stomach you were trying so hard to ignore all day long.

Before you knew it, your sunflower lit up with a big long glow as you were adding on final touches to the cake on your turn table. The last one of the day. You send him a little three glow message to acknowledge that he was back safe and that you loved him before wrapping up at the bakery and heading home like he told you too.

The sun was starting its decent as you were getting comfortable at home. You had gotten into pajamas, pulled your hair back into a ponytail, and cleaned the kitchen as you anticipated hearing all the details about Steve's day.

You wondered where exactly he had gone, what year he went to and what happened while he was there. It took a lot to hold back your desperate yearning to call him, you knew he was probably busy and exhausted from the day he had.

The calmness in your heart turned into a brick in your stomach when you got a text, and clicked the notification on your screen.

Steve: Hey baby, Danielle is on her way to our place right now. Please call me when she gets there <3

Danielle was a decorator of yours at the bakery back before the snap. She quickly became a very close friend of yours and Steve's through the years. Though she left the bakery for a corporate job, she was always there for you both when you needed her.

The knowledge of her arrival and him wanting to talk to you after made your heart thump out of your chest and your legs weaken with anxiety. You knew Steve. If there was bad news he couldn't deliver straight to your face, he would never give it to you over phone or text if he knew you were alone.

So sending a trusted and close friend over to you for support and company before laying it on you was definitely what was about to happen.

It was barely even five whole minutes before there was a gentle knock on the door, and you rushed to open if like your life depended on it.

She stood there with a sad, sympathetic look on her face. She was in sweatpants and a shirt much like you, a bag slung on her shoulder. The pout on her lips and big eyes full of dread told you that there was definitely something wrong.

"Dani, what happened?" You didn't even bother saying hello, this was way beyond that. "Steve told me he was okay. He's okay, right?

She stepped inside your house, and quickly set her bag down. "He's fine, I just talked to him. But you need to call him, he will tell you everything."

You sunk into yourself, and Danielle wrapped her arm around you. "Come on, let's get comfortable on the couch."

With hands so shaky and legs so wobbly did just that before you grabbed your phone, and called Steve. It barely even rang once before he picked up.

"Hi, Sunflower." He spoke, you could hear the bad news in his voice before he even said what happened. He sounded sad, his voice hoarse, raspy, and deeper than usual.

"Oh baby." You felt a physical pain in your chest just from him speaking two greeting words to you. It was like you could feel his pain. "What happened? I thought everything was okay?"

"The mission is okay, we got all six of the stones. We're working on getting them in the gauntlet. But, Honey..."

"No. No buts. You always tell me no buts." Your heart cracking more and more by the second.

"I know. I'm so sorry I have to tell you this but Nat, she's gone." He finally got the words out.

"What do you mean she's gone?" You needed him to clarify, pure disbelief and denial racing through your mind.

"We didn't realize the soul stone was only retrievable with a trade. A soul for a soul. She sacrificed herself. I'm so sorry." That's when the tears started. You hurt for yourself, the amount of grief that flooded over you felt immense, but mostly you hurt for Steve. Steve was in a family of four before he met you. Him, Sam, Bucky and Nat. Nat was the only one he had left and now she was gone in an instant. "I know you two were close, and I hope you know how much your friendship meant to her. You really were a light in her life especially recently when things felt so dark. She told me all the time how much she loved you."

"Can't you just go back again? Just get her?" You cried.

"I wish we could." He gently denied, his own tears flowing quietly. "This is irreversible, we would do anything to get her back if we could. You know I would."

"I'm so sorry, Honey. Are you okay?" You questioned feeling so awful for him.

"I'm devastated." He admitted, his voice shook even though he was trying to be strong. "But we still have a job to do. We can't let her have died for nothing."

Understanding the heartbreak and unfathomable amount of pressure this added to his shoulders, all you wanted to do was hug him. "I wish I could be there for you."

"This is awful." Steve cried and laughed at the same time. "I'd do anything just to be with you, yet the only thing that would make me feel worse than having you states away is having you here in the compound. I need you to be safe."

"I know, I know." You understood where he was coming from. "How's everyone handling it?"

"Everyone is upset and not it great spirits, but again, we have to keep going." Steve sighed. "It's been a really long day."

"I could only imagine." You shook your head with a sad sniffle. Half of your sadness was hearing him cry on the phone and not being able to do anything about it.

"We're going to rest up tonight, and finish this damn thing in the morning. I'll be home the very second I can be."

"Okay, but try to take care of yourself in the meantime. You can't be saving the world without saving yourself first." You reminded him.

"Are you going to be okay?" Steve asked you sympathetically.

"Obviously this is devastating, but I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"I always worry about you." He denied your claim.

"I know you do." He managed to pull a smile out of you. "But don't let that distract you from the bigger goal here."

There was a pause on his end, a sad sniffle, then a sigh. "I'm exhausted."

"It'll be over soon, Baby." You reminded him, but deep down you knew exactly what he meant.

He wasn't sleepy, his body wasn't sore and his mind was alright beyond the obvious, but there were unspoken truths about his life recently that he just couldn't get himself to verbalize.

Steve was exhausted of being Captain America.

You knew that without him even having to say it straight to your face. He told you in little ways, like how every time he left Greenwood to report to duty his feet would drag out of the house and his back would slump. When he was gone away from you, your sunflower would light up so much sometimes you were concerned that whatever was inside of it to make it glow would burn out one day. Then when he got back, the very first thing he would do after greeting you was put all of his tactical gear completely out of sight so he could get it out of his mind.

Just as secretly as he kept his longing for a life where Cap wasn't around anymore, you secretly hoped he was catching on to your subtle reassurance that there was so much more to him than the stars and strips he's worn since he was only 23 years old.

The complexities of his existence never ceased to amaze you, and much like you felt since the moment you found out the cutie next door was a superhero, his job was one of the least important qualities you found in him.

His sensitive heart, compassion, and love for life would always remain regardless of the status of a shield on his arm and a star on his chest.

You didn't need him to be strong, you just needed him to be happy.

Truly, wholly, and undeniably happy.

So when you said it would be over soon, you hoped he understood that you already knew what was to come. All you wanted was to help him make peace with what you already knew.

Steve Rogers always has been and always will be enough.

You were met with more silence. He was completely shut down, and that broke your heart even more. You knew he never used to be like this, he'd tell you all the stories from before the Civil War about how he lived his life bouncing from mission to mission, plucking off one threat at a time all while meeting and losing people along the way without a single glance at what happened behind him.

What broke your heart even more was that you knew he'd wake up tomorrow morning and put on his brave face. Not a single complaint, not a single tear, not a single speck of anything considered to be a lack of bravery would slip past him just so everyone on the team would have someone to look to.

"I miss this morning." He admitted, breaking down as a deep inner thought slipped passed his composure.

"There's going to be another morning tomorrow." You wiped tears off your cheeks, Danielle wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight."But then there will be another morning the day after tomorrow, and it'll only get a little better every day after that. You remind me of that all of the time."

"Even just hearing your voice has made me feel infinitely better."

"Call me whenever you need to, okay? Even if it's in the middle of the night I'll be here for you." You reminded him.

"Same goes to you, you know that."

"Of course I do. But you seem tired, I think you should get some well deserved rest."

As you said that, he allowed your words to be true in his mind. He did deserve rest.

"If all goes well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"It's going to be just fine, so I will see you tomorrow."

"I'll dream of you until then." Steve said, making your tears fall just a little harder because you still didn't know what you did to deserve to be loved the way he loved you. "I love you, Sunflower."

"Goodnight, Honey. I love you too."

When the line disconnected, you accepted the big hug your best friend wrapped you up in and all the way in New York Steve dug his face into his pillow, and clutched the pillow you slept on not even a full 48 hours ago to his chest.

Regardless of the distance, you both hoped that the result of tomorrow promised a better future and a long, happy life chalk full of everyone you loved.

If anyone could do that for you, and the whole universe, it was Steve Rogers. He was more than enough.

Next: Endgame

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galescafe · 8 months

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virtual physiology lecture recording / bio notes and comedy to relax

15 FEBRUARY 2024 | 54/100 DAYS OF PRODUCTIVITY

i think i am once again getting sick (yay compromised immune system), so i slept in quite a bit; got up in time to eat breakfast, get ready, and listen to the new tmagp episode before my noon class

sociology tutorial! did mini group presentations on the readings for the week, which was fine, but i do dislike forced small group work with people i don't really know

went back home for a bit after that, watched the recording of the physiology lecture i missed this morning

went to my capstone course! felt very half-asleep, which was also the vibe i was getting from everyone else in the room, but we talked about the readings and how our research is going, and i got my participation points in

went to ballet rehearsal, got some movement and some sweating in

thursdays are usually my "no work" nights when i can just relax guilt-free and not do homework for one night, which is good for my mental health; i unfortunately have entirely too much to do this weekend, so i'm half-heartedly getting some stuff while watching comedy specials online, mantra for the night is that anything that gets done tonight is more than i was expecting

friendly reminder that wearing a mask is an act of love!!

#studyblr #100 days of productivity #100 dop #study aesthetic #studyspo #uni #college #study motivation #sorry guys this turned into such a yappy post #galestudies

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jangmi-latte · 1 year

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Dating Lilia is pretty much dating a single dad. And I'm all for it. When he retires he'll live in a forest cottage with you and when you mention wanting kids (bio or adopted or BOTH) because you just love this single dad and want to raise kids with him and see how unconventional his methods are in person

something unimaginable sparked that's a whole 180 from how fluffy this ask is i'm sorry JWJGKJWKJ

knee ways, i'm seeing this in all pre-silver/sebek/malleus arc or they're just not here. so it's just you and lilia. that little cottage of his in the middle of the woods? he'll build and repair it as much as possible both with magic or with his own bare hands. war has done mental, physical, and magical damage on him so all he wants to do is just relax and reflect on everything that just happened.

it'll take quite some time for him to really know how to relax and not just suddenly jolt out of sleep because, not only with his fae senses, he still got the adrenaline of war still running through his veins. most especially since he's really protective of you? but lilia can adjust fairly quickly so when he finally gets the well needed retirement he deserves, that's when it dawns on him on just how quiet the house is. the size can fit at least a small family of four and there's only two of you so when you both discuss the want to expand your family, this fae is more than thrilled.

he's a fae, he has lived centuries, and he likes being in a familial group so he doesn't care whether it be biological or adopted. it's rare for faes to reproduce biologically, so if you do indeed have at least one biological child, he's still has to get used to treating her/him like a LEAF. if you adopted one that's already fairly near the toddler age, you need to constantly remind him that that's a CHILD not baul.

but, trust in maleficia when she made lilia vanrouge to look after the country, that this man is probably one of the best fathers among the cast. even with his ethically questioning methods, he's there, a father. those sudden jolts in between sleep? it's back but this time your child is probably disturbing his rest because they're hungry or lilia nearly dropped her/him mid-sleep. they'll be fine.

him feeding a 5-month old using a mug? he's trying. him leaving the kid in a basinet outside under the sun while he does the laundry and eventually forgetting about them? thank maleficia it's not summer. him bathing the child in the lake nearby? great seven the kid eventually learned how to swim at the ripe age of 2.

he'll be very affectionate but can be quite strict. he'll let them have a childhood, but still make them remember that they're in briar valley — anything can pounce. if you had kids post-war where everything's still calming down, best believe he's using his authority to just protect. not to the point of being chokingly authoritative. he's an understanding man and he wants the best for his family.

and i'm sure his children will be proud one day to just boast that their father is THE lilia vanrouge, former general of briar valley.

but that doesn't excuse the fact he's allowed in the kitchen. you take the pan, honey.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #customer service #dang more word vomit but hey it's just facts #the importance here is that his presence is known by the kids no matter the method of parenting #and he knows he's a DAD not a soldier anymore

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concreteparasite · 1 year

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I have horrible taste in men so naturally Double ended up being my favorite lmao, what are some facts you can share with us about him?

Double is a total psycho. I intentionally keep his more recentish backstory with MC kinda vague because I want people to be able to spin their own stories about MC and Double's interactions.

Here is some lore that isn't really touched on in the game:

- Double and MC are childhood sweethearts. Double has a really bad time growing up and because of it latched onto MC when they showed him kindness (defended him from bullying) Double sees MC as his one only 'family member' which is why he is PISSED when MC ditches him, he has abandonment issues stemmed DEEP from childhood and everything he has done up to that point is to guarantee MC won't leave him. So MC leaving him was next level betrayal for him.

Double was very sweet on MC as a kid he was bullied and MC stood up for him. Then when Double's affections were not received (or more likely) misunderstood he ended up using his ability to gain fame amongst their peers and started teasing, bulling and butting heads with MC while in middleschool. In highschool he kinda watched from afar and swooped in to become friends with MC senior year, where after they kinda just stayed together, college and on. In Double's mind it was always only MC all along. Which is why he says "more than family"

- I was thinking about making small character bios (but ultimately decided not to so I didn't feature creep) but in Double's bio for 'attraction' I was going to write: "Fortune favors the bold, and so does Double". Meaning that Double is attracted to bold personalities, someone that will push back against him and won't back down until they get what they want. Which is why by being rude to him or blunt towards him you will gain love points lol. Double likes a bad bitch.

- Double doesn't really feel 'love' in the same way most people do. He feels desperation , possessiveness, and anger, but 'love' is something that is a very...distant feeling for someone like him. He is a manipulator and ultimately a selfish person. He doesn't care much about MC's wellbeing, just that they will stay around.

- On Double's ending he leaves the front door open for MC to see if they will get away. He wants to watch them escape with their own determination. He is also smart enough to know that if he hangs around the apartment for too long Binary Star will find him and kill him. Ultimately, Double values his own life above everything else, so he isn't willing to bat the hornets nest unless he knows MC still has some force of will in them to get away. And that they are far enough away that they won't be under the watchful eye of Binary Star.

- Double studied architecture in college before he and MC dropped out into a life of crime. MC needed the money, so Double was game to help, as his ability (teleportation) is very useful.

- Double's weapon of choice is a black fixed blade tactical bowie knife.

- Double is 5'10

I left MC's ability (or lack thereof) vague because I wanted the player to decide if their MC had an ability or not and what it was.

Anyways, there's some facts off the top of my head. Anything else you are wondering, feel free to ask 💕

#binary star hero #binarystarhero #bsh #bshvn #binarystarherovn #binary star hero vn #bsh doublevision

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serickswrites · 16 days

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Lonely Place of Longing VI

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Warnings--I actually don't think this chapter needs any. I guess this is more of a "fluff" chapter

Halle realized Dylan was much easier to talk to than she originally thought. Once she let go of her fear, she could hear the dry, biting humor Dylan spoke with under his breath each time another team member cringed in his presence. Could see Dylan’s enthusiasm for watching the world out of reach from his small balcony. Could watch Dylan slowly relax in front of her.

“What made you want to join Scutus, Halle?” Dylan asked as he lounged on the small balcony.

Halle had come back from her sparring test with an armful of books from Romeo Team for Dylan. She also had downloaded more movies to Dylan’s laptop. “Hello to you, too, Dylan.”

Dylan turned and looked at Halle, his pale head haloed by the golden afternoon light. His icy eyes were soft, open, something that Halle realized she was getting used to seeing. “Sorry, I was thinking about it earlier.”

Halle set the pile of books onto Dylan’s end table. “I want to make a difference. Scutus keeps the world safe. It seemed like a great way to do that.”

Dylan crinkled his nose at Halle’s words. “You could have been a very gifted doctor, Halle. You didn’t need to join Scutus to make a difference. You would have done that anyway.”

“Well, if my cause isn’t so smart, then why did you join?” Halle stopped. “I don’t know why I said that, I’m sorry Dylan.” They still hadn’t really talked about how Dylan came to Scutus. Or how he became a living weapon. But Halle knew it was likely a sensitive topic. Dylan’s eyes tightened a bit. Halle knew that she had said too much.

She opened her mouth to apologize again, but Dylan spoke. “It’s ok. You didn’t mean anything by it.” Dylan’s mouth twitched at the corners. “And to answer your question, when I was young, I wanted to be a dolphin. I used to love watching them when I would walk along the shore. When I got older I learned that it wasn’t possible to be one and so I had to find a new career aspiration.”

Halle chuckled. “You wanted to be a dolphin. We aren’t anywhere near the ocean, how did you even know what a dolphin is? Did you see them on a vacation? We’re landlocked here.”

Dylan smiled. “I know.” His eyes grew distant. “I grew up near the sea. I used to see them often. They were so beautiful and free. I thought that is exactly what I wanted to be. Free to do whatever whenever I liked.”

“I’m sorry your dream was crushed by reality.” Halle realized Dylan had shared more about himself than he had ever before. “But, for what it’s worth, I am glad you’re here, Dylan.”

Dylan looked away again, squinting as he stared out over the grounds. “You think the rain will be here before midnight?”

“What rain? And does it matter? Dylan, it’s a sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. How could it possibly rain today?”

“I can smell it. You could, too, if you tried.” Dylan stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the books, Halle. I think you would like this one,” he held out the book he had been holding to Halle. “Definitely more your thing.”

“So there’s murder and intrigue?” Halle smiled. She appreciated that Dylan had taken care to learn what kind of books she liked. The truth was she liked everything Dylan had recommended. But she especially enjoyed the mysteries.

He nodded. “I bet you can solve it faster than I did.”

Halle clapped her hands over her ears. “Don’t spoil it for me!”

Before Dylan could tease her any further, he suddenly rose, shoving the books Halle had brought him into a drawer. His face was flat as his door swung open and Thomas marched in.

“Dylan, be ready to leave in, oh, Halle. What brings you here?” Thomas stared down at Halle.

“Halle was just doing her daily assessment of my well being. It seems I’ve nearly died already too many times for her to just trust that I’m ok each day.” Dylan lied so smoothly Halle had to work to school her features. Maybe Dylan wasn’t as terrible a liar as she thought. Maybe he could lie when it really counted.

“Yes, he’s a rotten patient, Thomas. I always like to lay eyes on him to be sure he’s actually ok.”

Thomas nodded along. “Yes, always good to be sure he’s well. If you’ll excuse us, Halle, I need Dylan for…” Thomas’s voice trailed off.

“No worries, Thomas. I’ll just be in my room should you have need of me.” Halle quickly left before she could be called back and have her actions called into question.

Hours later as Halle listened to the rain thrumming against her window, Halle hoped that Dylan was safe on whatever mission Thomas had taken him on. And that he would make it home safe.

“Do you ever train?” Halle asked as she flopped down on the bed next to Dylan. He had returned completely unscathed from the mission—a rare occurrence as far as Halle was concerned.

Dylan stared at her, his book abandoned on the side of the bed. “Not really. I don’t need to. Once I learned how to manage my abilities, I didn’t need to train.”

Halle frowned. She didn’t like that answer. “Well maybe if you trained more, or even use a gun, you won’t get hurt so much.”

Dylan made a face, his nose crinkling with disgust. “I know how to use a gun, Halle. There’s no need for me to use one though.”

“How do you know? Won’t they let you use one?”

Dylan held out his hand. “I’ll show you that I can use one. And a knife, too, if you like.”

“You need a target though.” Dylan didn’t get up from the bed. “It’s in the closet. Go ahead, set it up. I’ll wait.”

Halle hurried over, flinging the door open. Sure enough, a bandolier of knives and a training dummy sat in one corner, covered in a heavy layer of dust. “When was the last time you used this?” Halle asked as she lugged out the dummy. It was heavier than she thought. She set it up in the doorway of the closet as it was the furthest point from the bed.

Dylan stood up and crossed through the med bay door, gesturing for Halle to follow him. Once he was as far as possible from the dummy, he held out his hand for the bandolier of knives. “I don’t know. I don’t really need weapons anyway. I am the weapon.” He took two throwing knives and held out his other hand. “I won’t shoot, I promise.”

Halle reluctantly handed over her service weapon. It was standard issue for all members of Scutus to carry one. “I believe you.”

Dylan went silent, the air around him growing still. He quickly checked the clip for the gun. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and fired the weapon. Halle gasped as Dylan followed up the shot with two quick flicks of his wrist, the knives embedded all the way to the hilt in the dummy. Dylan handed the gun back to Halle.

He had made a perfect shot. And two perfect throws. Halle had never seen anyone’s aim be so accurate. Without even looking. “I….I…stand corrected.”

Dylan gave a small smile. “I can use a weapon. I just don’t need to. Why all the worry about my abilities?”

“I just don’t like you getting hurt. If carrying a weapon would help you, then you should.”

“But,” Dylan sighed as he flopped back down on the bed, “it doesn’t make a difference. I am the weapon after all.”

Halle nodded, chewing on her lip. Dylan was lethal. Dylan was created to be lethal. How could she forget?

Days later, Thomas called Halle into his office. “What can I do for you, Thomas?” Halle said as she stood at attention. She had been working very hard to emulate the rest of her team, to blend in, and by doing so, hopefully stand out enough for a promotion. Since the explosion, many team members had been unable to return to work. The only reason Thomas was up and moving was the Authority had deemed it necessary to give Thomas an accelerator. By the time Halle had finished stitching up Dylan, Thomas was bursting through the door to check to be sure Dylan wasn’t going to die. He had been off running missions the very next day while Dylan had taken the better part of two weeks to heal. Halle wished that the Authority would release the formula for accelerators so that more team members, or even the general public, could benefit from them. But Halle imagined it was an expensive, time consuming process to make accelerators.

“Halle, have a seat.” Thomas gave Halle a warm smile. “You have made yourself indispensable. Really, you have impressed all of us. You kept your head with the explosion and managed to help more than just your charge. We would have lost more team members if you hadn’t acted so quickly.”

Halle blushed. “It was nothing, I was just doing what anyone would do.”

“Don’t be so modest, Halle. You should be proud. It’s exactly those type of actions that made me recommend you for field promotion.”

Halle’s heart skipped a beat. Promotion? “You don’t mean that—“

“You’ll be joining us on your first mission in the coming days. You will, of course, still be Dylan’s keeper. But you can field treat any injuries he sustains until we return. And even other team members.”

Halle listened to Thomas go on and on about her duties. Field promotion. She had done it. She was going out on missions.

“You’ll never guess what happened!” Halle said as she burst into Dylan’s room. Dylan watched Halle from the bed, book balanced on his chest. His eyes were guarded and his voice was flat as he spoke.

“When do you start?”

“You ruined the surprise!” Halle frowned.

“Thomas told me last week before we came back. Wanted me to know that you would be watching more closely.”

“But this is great! I can help you sooner. That way you aren’t really injured or risking scarring when I help you.”

Dylan stared at Halle, his icy eyes sad. “I’m not worried about cosmetics, Halle. I’m worried about you.”

“Me? I’ll be fine. I’ve been taking sparring lessons.”

Dylan shook his head. “Sparring in a gym and being attacked in the field are two vastly different things, Halle. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I’ll be fine, Dylan. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Of course I worry about you,” Dylan said quickly. “You’re my friend. My only friend. Of course I want you to be ok.”

Halle’s heart twinged at Dylan’s words. “I will be fine, Dylan. And besides, friends are supposed to have each other’s backs. And I’ll be able to have your back for once now that I can be with you. As your friend, Dylan.”

“I’m happy if you are happy, Halle. Even if I’m going to worry the whole time you are out with us.” Dylan closed his book.

“I’ll be fine. You won’t even notice I’m there, Dylan.” Halle sat on the edge of the bed, near Dylan. “And I am happy.”

Dylan squeezed Halle’s shoulder. Dylan had still be very hesitant to touch Halle, as though he couldn’t shake the rule. But he was warming to it. “I’m glad of it, Halle. Now, what movie should we watch until we get an assignment?”

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