#the focus however is not on the act of violence which opens the play‚ but on the reactions of the local populace: Dunbar's journo decides

[mariocki]

Play for Today: The Cry (BBC, 1984)

"It's best forgotten about."

"You're not gonna be making a complaint?"

"Complaints? We're not making any complaints! We don't want to know about any complaints."

"Complaints against who?"

"Well, the police."

"Who should I complain to about the police?"

"Well, the police, I suppose."

"What good would that do me?"

[ramblinscramblin]

Got a request/suggestion for you if you like. As headcannons or whatever strikes your fancy.

The team has a new recruit! They are one of the most genuine, patient, friendly, sweetest people one could ever meet. They make everyone breakfast in the mornings, they listen to people's problems, they volunteer at a puppy orphanage, talk down muggers in the street, essentially a bottle of sunshine as a person.

On the battlefield however, they are most certainly one of the scariest people alive. They are incredibly strong and durable, no need for weapons when they can tear people apart with their bears hands and teeth. They are brutal, carnage incarnate, and have absolutely no fear whatsoever.

Now, their sweetness is genuine, they are not faking anything. Outside of battle they are one of the most pleasant, stable people on the team. If ever asked, the best reply they can ever give is "This is a war with no true death. (Thanks to the respawn machine) When you can play a game with no consequences, why not have a little fun? ~"

What do the mercs think about their new teammate? How did they react to seeing their first time on the battlefield? How scary is the game with a player who doesn't care?

Sorry about the length, I got all excited. Romantic or platonic is good, and pick whichever mercs you like to focus on.

→Sweetheart Reader who has a Bloodlust!

Genre: Silliness, general

Characters: Scout, Medic, Pyro, Sniper

Content warning: canon typical violence

Thanks so much for this request! This is such a fun idea! I decided to just pick a few of my favs, also relationship is left fairly ambiguous hope that’s all good! Enjoyyyy ٩( ᐛ )و

Scout

Scout enjoys your sweet side, Scout tends to lean towards supportive types since he doesn’t see much of that from the other mercs.

The two of you get along quickly.

We know he secretly loves being babied so he likes that you make breakfast and do all the cleaning.

He’ll probably make fun of you, calling you the teams maid. You let it slide though, maybe playfully teasing him back.

But ultimately he enjoys having someone around who isn’t totally nihilistic and hasn’t already half given up on being happy, it’s a nice change of pace for him.

All that being said, he doesn’t think you’re going to last a second on the battlefield.

Sure, being all starry eyed and happy go lucky is all good and fine around the base, but that’s the type of stuff that breaks you on the battlefield, respawns or not.

Genuinely tries to talk you out of it the first time you’re set to go out.

“Are you sure you really thought this through? Nobody’d be mad if ya skipped out on us, maybe Pauling has another type-a job for you.”

“Scout, it’s sweet you care so much, but I assure you I have it under control.”

He’s unconvinced so he goes into it feeling the need to protect you.

After he is literally doused in BLU teams blood, it’s pretty glaringly obvious you don’t need him.

Is in genuine awe, hardly fights the whole match, just watches you in… terror? Amazement? Surprise? He’s not exactly sure what he’s feeling, but there is a lot of it.

He’s definitely more wary from that point forward of making any sort of jokes about you.

Medic

Medic is wholly distrusting of your whole “good guy” act.

It might seem nice, and maybe you are but nobody gets into your position by being all smiles all the time he knows that.

Once he does a bit of inspecting on your character and a whole lot of judging, finding out that you are seriously just that golden hearted is a serious surprise to him.

You may point out to him that’s it’s pretty unfair of him of all people to be suspicious, the guy who smiles while doing open heart surgery, which he concedes.

He’s much more receptive to your niceness from then on.

Doesn’t fear so much for your safety on the battlefield, your kindness was not a good enough scale for how you would perform in battle, at least in Medics eyes.

Feels much more drawn to you after seeing your insane side.

Once seeing you on the battlefield he feels he finally has the full picture of who you are, and enjoys your company much more.

Your attitudes of being fairly frivolous on the battlefield have earned the two of you a rather unnerving reputation, but neither of you care, content to be menaces on the ground.

Sniper

Likewise, Sniper is a little suspicious about your behavior.

A puppy shelter? The sweet conversations? Helping at soup kitchens? It’s all a little on the nose for his tastes.

The kicker for him was when you somehow turned a violent drunk man on the street into a weeping mess, talking him through his childhood trauma. You really were just that tooth rottingly sweet.

Gets used to it, keeps his distance, but gets used to it.

After seeing you in battle he is even more put off. Of course, he respects your play, just the same way that he has some base level of respect for his teammates but it never goes beyond that.

He has strict codes he sticks to on the battlefield, and seeing you so lax about respect just sort of rubs him the wrong way.

You two probably don’t end up seeing eye to eye all too often, and may butt heads fairly often because of this.

But at the end of the day, you’re both teammates, and everyone else on the team loves you so much that it makes Mick feel like an asshole for having any negative feelings towards you.

Pyro

Wow! You guys get along so great!

Pyro is the exact same way, relatively beloved due to kindness off the battlefield but feared during the fight.

Pyro adores how kind and compassionate you are, wants to do all your helping stuff with you. Even if they don’t really know how to properly help anyone without starting a fire.

They will “help” with cooking and cleaning, just enjoying trying to be helpful.

You show up in a lot of their pyro land drawings, and they do enjoy spending a lot of time with you, and you them!

Pyro also loves helping out with you on the battlefield! Spreading peace and love is that much easier when you’re by their side.

Or at least… that’s Pyros version of events.

Sorry for the wait, having the worst burnout, but I am pressing on for u guys (￣^￣)ゞ hope you enjoyed!

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Family

This story may contain themes that could be triggering.

Summary: When you save the life of the son of the Scarlett Witch and the Black Widow, your life is changed forever. For the first time in a long time you are given a family. 

Warning: domestic violence, age difference relationship, rape, gun violence, injuries, miscarriage, manipulation, mention of suicide, DNI unless 18+ 

Word count: 5.6k 

Sometimes you just acted. You didn’t think you just did. So when you were walking on your way to work you saw a young boy run out into the middle of the road, chasing after a ball and the car coming right for him wasn’t stopping, you acted. “Tommy,” You heard a woman yell. You ran to the boy, picking him up in your arms and changing your molecular makeup. The car passed through you and him You brought him back to the sidewalk and as soon as you set him down he became solid. 

“Are you okay?” You asked. His eyes grew wide as he stared at you. 

“Tommy,” you moved out of the way as a woman with auburn hair pulled him into a hug. “What did I say about not leaving the sidewalk?” You assumed the woman was his mother. 

“Sorry Mom,” he said. “I dropped the toy Uncle Tony got me.” A redhead and another young boy joined the duo. You recognized the redhead right away. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. 

“Are you okay, kid?” She asked Tommy. He nodded and hugged the redhead. You looked at the other woman and you were staring into the green eyes of Wanda Maximoff. 

“Thank you,” she said to you. “I don’t think we could ever repay you.” You blushed at the compliment, scratching the back of your head. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I was at the right place at the right time.” You knelt in front of the two boys. “Now don’t go playing in the road anymore, okay?” You ruffled their hair. “I won’t be there to save you.” Tommy smiled. 

“Thank you,” he said. You smiled, straightening up. 

“Wait,” Natasha said, stopping you before you walked away. “At least tell us your name.” You introduced yourself. 

“Bye,” you waved, continuing on your way to work. 

*

“You're famous!” Your co-worker, Emilia, said as soon as you walked into the back room. You clocked in and put on your apron. You worked at a 24hr diner. It paid decently and the hours were flexible so you could still go to school. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked. She rushed over to you, her phone open to Twitter. Someone took a video of you saving Tommy and put it on social media. Needless to say, the video blew up. You groaned, placing your face in your hands. 

“You should read some of these comments,” Emilia said, scrolling through her phone. “I could break a lot of people’s hearts and tell them your 16.” 

“Gross,” you mumbled, walking into the kitchen. You heard Emilia close behind as you made yourself a coffee. 

“How does it feel saving the kid of the Black Widow and Scarlet Witch?” You didn’t answer. “Were they hot?” 

“You know I wasn’t looking,” you said, blowing on the cup before taking a much-needed sip. “I was a little focused on not making sure their son didn’t get killed.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I bet they have a Mommy and Daddy kink,” you scrunch your nose.

“You are just as bad as half the people online,” you said. “Come on, we have work to do.” You tried to focus on your duties at the diner; cleaning tables, taking orders, and helping in the kitchen when needed, instead of what happened today. But the universe had other plans. Someone online found where you worked and shared it with the entire world. The diner was packed which was a blessing and a curse. The day flew by and you were leaving with a lot of tips in your pocket. However, you were exhausted since everyone that stepped through the diner wanted to meet and talk to you. They asked you questions about your powers, if you received something for saving him, were your parents proud, did they offer you a spot on the Avenger team. By the end of the day, you collapsed onto your bed thankfully you had the day off tomorrow. 

*

It wasn’t as busy when you came in but you immediately saw the Romanoff-Maximoff family with 2 Avengers you didn’t recognize. You smiled as you walked up to the table. “Staying out of trouble?” You asked the boys. They gasped, turning around in their chairs. 

“I don’t know you worked here,” Tommy said, standing up to hug you. You were surprised by that. But you gave him a quick hug back. 

“That’s probably because I didn’t tell you,” you tapped his nose which caused him to scrunch it. Natasha introduced you to her sister, Yelena, and her girlfriend, Kate. 

“You're the one that saved my nephew,” Yelena said. Her deep Russian accent surprised you. You nodded. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you?” You didn’t mean for it to sound like a question. Wanda chuckled. “Anyways, can I get you guys started with drinks?” You didn’t mean to hover around their table and it wasn’t 100% your fault. Tommy and his brother, Billy, liked to talk your ear off no matter how many times Wanda told them you had other tables to attend to. But you waved her off, saying it was fine. Besides, their colorful imagination was making your shift fly by. 

Until the bell went off signaling another customer entered the diner. You looked up out of instinct and almost dropped Kate’s pancakes. It was Jason, your on-again-off-again boyfriend, and housemate. He held the door open for an older couple as his eyes looked for you. It wasn’t hard to find you but you didn’t like the way his eyes screamed that he was upset with you. When he came in he liked you to only have him as your only table. He was best friends with the owner so he could get away with anything. Natasha said your name and you were surprised to see real concern in her green eyes. “Are you okay?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you put on your best customer service smile but she didn’t seem convinced. “Does everything look good?” A chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘looks good’ echoed from the table. “Perfect! I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything. Enjoy!” You brought back the empty tray to the kitchen before making your way to Jason’s usual spot, trying to calm your raising heartbeat. 

*

It didn’t take a Black Widow spy or an Avenger to notice the change in your demeanor. Natasha watched as you walked over to a man, who had to be twice your age. You were blocking his face but Natasha didn’t like the way he was talking to you. She couldn’t hear the conversation but your shoulders were hunched over, drawing more into yourself. ‘Don’t cause a scene,’ Wanda said, placing a hand on her leg. ‘I don’t like it either.’ Natasha began to eat. The food was always good here but now it tasted bitter. 

‘What do we do?’ The Black Widow asked. It took a minute for Wanda to reply as you came back to ask how the food was and if they needed anything. Yelena asked for more hot sauce. You were smiling, laughing at a joke Tommy said but it wasn’t as light. Natasha stole a glance at the man and he was staring at you as if he owned you like you were a possession. It made Natasha’s blood boil. He caught her eyes and quickly looked away. 

‘We’ll leave her our number,’ Wanda said. ‘If she needs help she can call us.’ Natasha didn’t like it. She wanted to do more but what else could they do when they had no idea what was going on?    

*

“Here you go,” Natasha passed you the check. “Food and service were amazing as always,” you felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment. 

“Feel free to relax here there is no need to rush out but it was nice seeing you all again,” you said your goodbyes, not leaving the table without getting a hug from the twins. You went to finish cashing them out and you stopped in your tracks. Not because of the very large tip they left you but there was a note. 

‘We are a phone call away if you need anything and I mean anything. -Natasha. Her phone number was at the end. You put that copy in your pocket and continued as you normally would, ignoring Jason’s eyes burning a hole in your back. 

*

“You disgust me,” Jason said, throwing you against the wall. You whimpered as you hit your head. Stars formed across your vision. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me.”

“Baby,” you pleaded with him. “It wasn’t like that.” He twisted his hand in your hair, pulling you close. 

“Flirting with a married woman twice your age,” he pulled your hair. Another whimper left your lips. “You are a slut.” He threw you against the wooden table. It broke underneath your weight and the force he threw you. “You think you're a big-time hero, now. That you're better than all of us.” You shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks. He kicked you in the stomach so hard you were pushed against the couch. 

“Jason, stop, please,” you pleaded with him grabbing onto his leg. 

“You don’t get to tell me to stop,” he yelled. “You are mine. I own you.” 

*

You woke up in the apartment alone and with your pants off. Everything ached and there was a light pounding in your skull. Jason was no doubt at a bar. You needed to get out of here. Finding your pants was easy but a sharp cramp in your stomach made you crumble to the ground. Finding some strength, you redressed yourself, found your phone, and walked out of the apartment. You weren’t sure where you were walking to. Your feet moved as your mind was in a haze. There was no place you could go. You were an only child whose parents died during the Blip. The friends you did have moved out of the city or were your co-workers from the dinner but you didn’t want them to see you like this. You sat down on a nearby bench. The pain was becoming all-consuming. You needed help. You unlocked your phone and stared at the recent contact added - Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, an Avenger. Did you want to drag them into this mess? Another shooting pain passed through your stomach as you listened to the phone ring. Maybe she wouldn’t answer and you would have to find a place to sleep tonight. “Hello? Who is this?” She answered on the third ring. 

“N-Natasha,” you stuttered out. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” You nodded, knowing well she couldn’t see you. “What’s wrong?”

“I need help,” you cried. “I-I d-don’t have anyone else to call. I’m sorry. I-” Your lungs began to hurt, you couldn’t get enough air. 

“Hey, sh dorogoy,” Natasha whispered. “Where are you? Wanda and I will come to get you.” You heard rustling on her side of the phone.

“I don’t know,” you told her. “I left my apartment and just walked.” A sharp pain ran through you and gasped. “Everything hurts, Nat,” you cried. 

“We will be right there, okay? Just stay right there and use your powers to keep yourself safe.” She told you. “I’m going to stay on the phone with you.” 

“Okay,” your voice was slurred. “I’m sleepy.” You found yourself laying down on the bench. 

“I know you are but you have to stay awake for me. Can you do that?” She asked. “Talk to me. Tell me about yourself.” You hummed. 

“I’m an only child. My parents are dead and I have a tattoo on my spine. I-”

*

Natasha was listening as she paced her kitchen waiting for FRIDAY to trace the call. She heard three sets of footsteps coming down the stairs, one set much quicker than the other two. “Anything?” Wanda asked. The Black Widow shook her head. 

“FRIDAY is still looking for her,” she heard Yelena yawn behind Wanda. 

“Why did you wake us up?” Her sister asked. 

“You can go back to bed but we need to watch the boys if they wake up,” Wanda explained. 

“Is this about the girl who saved Tommy?” Kate asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Natasha nodded. 

“I found her,” the AI said. “The location has been sent to your car’s GPS. She is 30 minutes.” 

“Sweetheart,” Natasha said to you. “We will be there in 30 minutes.” You hummed. 

“Nat,” Yelena said. The redhead looked back at her sister. “Keep us updated.” She nodded and followed her wife to the car. Wanda was already in the driver's seat. It was Natasha’s idea to get their place, close enough to the new Avenger tower but in a nice neighborhood for the twins to grow up in. The only thing Wanda wanted was a big kitchen, the rest was up to the Black Widow. Buying a house cemented the fact this was real to Natasha. She was married, raising two brilliant boys, and retired from active missions. Wanda grabbed her hand, squeezing it. She squeezed it back. She hoped they made it to you in time. 

*  

Natasha saw your still body laying on the bench and she was out of the car before Wanda could put the car in park. She hung up and ran over to you, kneeling next to you. “Hey sweetie,” she whispered. Wanda moved next to her. Your eyes fluttered open. A smile on your face. 

“You came,” you whispered. Natasha’s heart shattered. 

“Yeah, we did,” Wanda smiled. “Let’s get you someplace safe.” You nodded, sitting up and Natasha watched you try to hide the wince. “Can you stand?” You nodded again but when you stood up you collapsed, a pained cry leaving your lips. Natasha caught you in her arms. 

“I got you,” your head fell on her shoulder, whimpering as you squeezed your eyes closed. Natasha didn’t miss the red flash in Wanda’s eyes. She only imagined what was going on inside your head. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “So sorry.” 

“You do not need to apologize,” the Black Widow said. “I’m going to lift you, okay?” She felt you nod against her skin. She was surprised at how light you were in her arms. 

“Nat,” Wanda whispered as they walked back to the car. The witch opened the backseat and the redhead gently lay you down. She closed the door. “She’s bleeding.” Natasha looked at her hands and they were tainted red with your blood. 

“We’ll bring her to the tower,” Natasha ran to the other side of the car and got in next to you. She shifted so your head could rest in her lap. 

“FRIDAY,” Wanda said to the AI. “Inform Cho we are headed to the tower with a civilian that needs immediate medical attention.” You whimpered. 

“You're going to be okay,” the Black Widow whispered. You shook your head. 

“I’m sorry,” Natasha watched your eyes flutter close, frowning. You kept muttering apologies as you succumbed to the darkness. 

*

It took a lot for Natasha to let go of you to hand over to Helen and the medical team. She quickly went to the hallway bathroom to wash the blood off. The water turned a light pink. It was part of her job to be surrounded by blood but the sight of your blood on her hands caused her body to heat up with anger. She left the bathroom and found her wife sitting in the empty chairs in the hallway. “The boys are still asleep,” she said as the redhead sat down. “Yelena said she’ll get them ready for school so we can stay.” Natasha nodded, resting her head on the wall. She felt Wanda move her fingers through hers. “It had to be the man from the diner, right?” 

“Maybe,” she whispered. They knew nothing about you. The internet seemed to be in love with you for saving Tommy but they didn’t know who you were or what you were a part of. 

“I’ll kill him,” Wanda threatened. Natasha saw the tips of her fingers glow red. 

“Easy little witch,” She mumbled, kissing the side of her head. “Let’s find out what happened first.” The glow died down. It felt like an eternity before Helen walked out of your room and towards the couple. “Is she okay?” Natasha asked, standing up. 

“She will be,” Helen said. “She has 2 broken ribs, a possible concussion, and wood splinters that we had to remove from her arm. She was raped too we did a test,” she sighed, resting her hand on her chin. “Do you know how old she is?” The couple looked at each other shaking their heads. You were a few years older than the twins but not at Kate’s age. That meant you were between 14-18. 

“Helen, what’s going on?” The doctor bit her lip. 

“She was pregnant,” Natasha’s blood ran cold. “Whatever happened to her caused her to miscarriage.” 

“How-how far along was she?” Wanda asked. 

“I’m guessing 2 months,” Helen answered. “She’s asleep now. You can go see her and let me know if she needs anything.” They said their thank yous to the doctor and ventured into your room. It was quiet besides the gentle beeping of the heart monitor you were attached to. Natasha didn’t like how still you were beside the gentle rise and fall of your chest. They sat on either side of the bed. 

“She’s just a kid, Tash,” Wanda said, brushing some hair out of your face. You didn’t move. 

“I know, baby,” Natasha remembered you telling her that your parents were dead. Did you have anyone else? “We’ll be here for her.” 

*

You woke up slowly. The bright lights overhead caused you to groan. “Sweetheart,” you turned your head towards Natasha’s voice. There was a smile on her face, almost motherly. “Hi, how are you feeling?” 

“Water,” you whispered. Your throat felt raw and uncomfortable. Natasha brought a cup of water to your lips. You drank all of the water finding relief. “Thank you,” she put the cup down. 

“Of course,” you sat up, wincing as you moved but you couldn’t look at Natasha. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you saw her nod her head out of the corner of your eye. 

“That’s fine,” she said. “But there are some things we need to talk about regarding your health. We can wait for Wanda if you want,” you nodded.“Hey,” you felt her fingers on your arm. “We are here for you, okay? And whatever happened is not your fault.”

“Okay,” you whispered but you didn’t believe her. It wasn’t long before Wanda returned with a doctor behind her. She introduced herself as Helen and she went over the list of your injuries; broken ribs, a mild concussion, and wood splinters in your arms. 

“Now, I have to tell you something that may be hard to hear,” you didn’t like her tone. “You were pregnant for about 2 months but due to the nature of your injuries you had a miscarriage.” You felt the color drain from your face. Pregnant. You were pregnant. You moved your hand over your stomach. Your periods were always irregular so nothing seemed wrong. You weren’t sure what was happening around you. The world around you turned to white noise. You were pregnant, probably with Jason’s child but you made him angry. 

“Sweetheart,” you snapped to look at Wanda. She looked worried. “You're safe here. Do you know who the father was?” She asked. You hesitated but nodded. You weren’t 100% sure if it was Jason’s. 

“Was he the one that did this to you?” Natasha hesitantly asked. 

“It was my fault,” you defended him. “He loves me. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” Wanda whispered your name but you couldn’t look at her. Tears were blurring your vision. 

“This isn’t love.” 

“Yes it is,” you said. “He loves me and it was my fault -” 

“Sweetheart,” Natasha touched your arm but you flinched from her. Her face fell. 

“I think I want to be alone,” you told them. The couple glanced at each other, having a silent conversation. “Please.”

“Okay, we know this is a lot,” Wanda said, standing up. “We’ll come back later.” You didn’t acknowledge them as they left your room. You felt cold, so immensely cold, as your fingers danced around your stomach and each injury he gave you. Oh, how you wished your mom and dad were here. You missed your mom’s hugs and the scent that always seemed to calm you down or your dad’s corny jokes that brought a smile to your face. You angrily whipped the tears that fell. The worst part of them being gone, you didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. 

*

To your surprise, Wanda and Natasha kept their promise and visited when they could. Their visits ended up being one-sided conversations - mostly them trying to get information on what happened. They asked for your age, Jason’s name and age, and if he worked at the diner. But you remained quiet. Too ashamed to tell them the truth about him. They weren’t deterred by your stand-offish behavior, it somehow made them more determined to make you feel comfortable around them. Rather it was Wanda, Natasha, or both of them, they brought you something. A blanket to keep you warm, books and magazines for you to read, and Tommy’s old DS to keep you entertained. They even contacted your school to explain your situation and collect your missing schoolwork. 

It was odd, you had to admit, having people care about you. It didn’t make sense. What did you do to deserve their kindness? You were nobody compared to them. So why were they being so nice?  

On a sunny afternoon, the couple snuck in a milkshake and french fries for you to snack on. You were sipping on the chocolate milkshake while Wanda was reading and Natasha looked over a mission report. “I’m 16,” you said to them, breaking the silence. “Technically speaking I was a part of the population that was blipped so I don’t know how that affects my age,” you put your drink down. “During those 5 years, my parents died; my mom from cancer and my dad from suicide. Jason gave me a place to live and food and loved me when I was alone.” 

“How old were you when you met Jason?” Natasha asked. 

“15,” your voice was barely above a whisper. “He was 25.�� You began to play with the loose threads of the blanket they brought you. 

“Is this the first time he’s hit you?” Your instinct was to lie like you did with Emilia and everyone else at the diner but it seemed like it was a bad idea to lie to two Avengers. 

“No,” you whispered. “But this was the worst. He was mad at me and kept saying it was my fault.”

“What did he say that you did?” You felt your face burn as you remembered why he was upset. “You don’t have to tell us,” Natasha added quickly. 

“He was..” Protective. Jealous. “Territorial,” you said. “He didn’t like me talking or flirting with other people. That was a lot of our fights and I stayed because I have nowhere else to go,” you sighed. “I bet you think I’m so stupid.” 

“No,” Wanda took your hand in hers. “You are not stupid. He took advantage of you,” you whipped away the tears that fell with your free hand. “You are not alone. We are here.” 

“And we aren’t going anywhere.”

*

When Helen cleared you Natasha and Wanda offered you a room with them. It took a lot of convincing but you moved in with them. Jason all but disappeared. He wasn’t there when you got the few possessions from the apartment and you overheard Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen one night that they still couldn’t find him. As you lived in the Romanoff-Maximoff household you all forgot about him. You forgot what this type of love felt like not having it since you were taken from your family. Wanda made sure all of your homework was done by the time dinner was ready. Natasha seemed to have food on her and she would pass you snacks. She even got you to join her on some of your runs. 

It had been 4 months since you moved in with them. “Do you want us to see if Yelena or Kate can come over?” Wanda asked. The twins were playing video games in the living room and you were making a small snack for you and the boys. The couple had to go to the tower for a quick meeting. Although they were retired from active meetings they still help to provide insight. They didn’t like leaving you at home. 

“We’ll be fine,” Tommy said. 

“Besides Y/n is here,” Billy added. You rolled your eyes as Natasha walked over to you, stealing a grape from the plate. You glared at her. 

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” She asked you. You nodded. 

“Yes, you said it will be a quick meeting,” you put the extra fruit back in the fridge. “And when you get back you can bitch about how the meeting should have been an email.” Natasha gasped. 

“Language,” you smiled, bringing the fruit plate into the living room. 

“We know the rules. Don’t worry about us,” you sat on the couch, your feet tucked underneath you, and opened the book you were currently reading. 

“Text us if anything happens,” Wanda kissed the twins’ forehead and you were surprised as she kissed yours. 

“Bye Mom,” the boys said. You smiled as they left the house. As the door closed Tommy let out a heavy sigh. 

“They worry so much.” He said. 

“They just care about you,” you defended, not looking up from your book. 

“They care about you too,” Billy said. You glanced at the boy and he was looking at you with a smile. You smiled back and went back to reading. 

*

You weren’t sure how long it was but Natasha and Wanda were still not home when the doorbell rang. You looked at the twins but they were engrossed with their video game. “Hey, are your moms expecting someone?” Billy shrugged. 

“No clue,” the doorbell rang again. You sighed, closing your book. As you stood up a voice behind the door caused you to freeze. 

“I know you're in there, little shadow. Come out to play.”

“Billy, Tommy, go upstairs and call your moms.” Jason started to giggle at the door handle. 

“We can help,” Tommy said. They were training powers but they were still unpredictable. 

“Go!” You ordered as the front door burst open. Tommy grabbed Billy’s hand and used his super speed to bring them both upstairs. Jason stood there, a pistol in his hand and he looked like he hadn’t bathed or slept in months. You just had to keep him away from the twins and wait till Wanda and Natasha got here. 

“Hello beautiful,” he stalked over to you. “You got me in a lot of trouble.” 

“Trouble?” You questioned, taking a few steps back with your hands in the air. You wanted to keep some distance from him. “Who are you in trouble with?” He laughed, pointing the gun at you. 

“My employers,” his smile still seemed to send a chill down your spine. “Did you think I could ever willingly love you?” He asked. “You were a job, an assignment.” Your heart began to pound against your ribs. Could he hear it? You were backing up into the dining room. 

“Who wants me?” You found yourself asking. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’ll be dead and I’ll crave up those little brats for good measure,” you let out a shaky breath and lowered your hands. 

“You aren’t getting to them,” you said. “You’ll have to get through me first.”   

*

Natasha was pouring a cup of coffee for her and Wanda. They were taking a short break before finishing up. She felt arms wrap around her waist and the warmth of her wife pressed against her back. “I wanna go home.” She whined. Natasha chuckled, turning around to see Wanda’s noise pinched. She kissed it. 

“We are almost done, baby,” she handed Wanda her coffee. “I’m thinking of pizza and movie night?” Her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw it was Billy. Showing Wanda the caller ID before putting the call on speaker. “Hi, bud.” 

“Mom,” he was whispering and his voice was shaky. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Wanda asked. 

“The bad man is here,” he whispered. They weren’t sure what he was talking about. “The bad man that hurt Y/n.” The couple dropped their coffee on the floor and sprinted towards their car. “Please hurry.” A gunshot went off and both of the boys let out a quick squeak. 

“Boys, I need you to stay right there,” Natasha said. 

“But what if she’s hurt? We can help.”

“Stay hidden. We are on our way.” 

*

Natasha felt her heart beating against her ribs as she saw their door broken down. They called out your name but you didn’t respond. The Black Widow had her gun out as she searched the bottom floor. They made it to their dining room and found a man laying on top of you. Natasha ran over, kicking the man off of you and his body slumped to the side with a bullet wound in his stomach. Your eyes were wide, hands shaking as you held the gun in your hand. “Hey sweetheart,” Natasha put her gun away. “Can I have that?” You nodded, handing her the gun. Natasha removed the magazine from the gun and put it on the ground next to her. Wanda knelt next to you and helped you sit up. Your eyes kept glancing at this still form but Wanda brought you into her arms, sliding you from the body. You were shaking in her arms. Natasha walked over to him and checked for a pulse but she shook her head when she found none. Wanda held you tighter. 

“Billy and Tommy,” you whispered. “Are they okay?” Wanda. 

“Do you want to go find them?” You nodded. Natasha sent a quick text to Sam and met her wife upstairs. You were waiting for her to emerge from their bedroom and didn’t take long for Wanda to bring out a new shirt for you. Yours had blood on it. You changed quickly, leaving the bloody shirt on the floor, and continued to the guest room. “Billy, Tommy, it’s safe.” The twins didn’t need to be told twice before they ran out of the closet and straight into you. The force knocked you to the ground. 

“You can’t do that,” Tommy said, hitting your chest. “Why do you always have to be the hero?” He cried. “We could have helped.” He kept hitting you but his hits got softer while he cried against you. 

“Hey,” Natasha said, kneeling and placing a gentle hand on his back. “I know you are feeling a lot but we need to stop hitting her.” You overcame your shock and hugged the twins tight.  

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” You said. 

“But you're our sister,” Billy said. “We can’t lose you.” You looked at Natasha and Wanda at the term Billy called you. The couple smiled at you. They tried to convey all the emotions they were 

“I’m right here,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”  

*

Wanda walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. Her bed was full of Natasha, the twins, and you. The boys were fast asleep, cuddling against you. There was just enough space next to Natasha for her to squeeze in. “We are going to need a bigger bed if this continues to be a thing,” Wanda climbed into bed. Natasha was running her fingers through your hair. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” You shrugged. 

“I know he was bad and he would have hurt me or worse the twins but I didn’t want to kill him.” You whispered. Natasha sighed. 

“I’m sorry you had to be put in that position,” Natasha said. You nodded, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of her hand. Wanda gently nudged her wife’s shoulder, nodding her head. “About what Billy said.” Your eyes shut open. 

“Like you said there were a lot of emotions,” you shrugged again. Wanda tried to keep her powers at bay but she could feel loneliness washing over you. 

“Well, Natasha and I want to make what Billy said official.”

“I’m sorry. What?” You questioned. 

“We want to adopt you,” your jaw dropped and Wanda giggled, using her pointer finger to close your mouth. 

“Are you serious?” You asked. The couple nodded. Tears swelled in your eyes and without hesitation you jumped up and brought them into a hug. 

“Ah,” Billy gasped. 

“Is there an Earthquake?” Tommy asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ended the hug and whipping the tears out of your eyes. 

“Nothing,” you said. “Just happy.” 

“Alright,” Wanda said. “We need to readjust so I don’t fall off the bed.” It was you in the middle with Tommy and Billy on either side and Natasha and Wanda still on the edge of the bed. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes closed as the exhaustion of the day caught up to you. 

“No need to thank us,” Natasha whispered. 

“We are a family,” Wanda said. “We’ll keep you safe.” 

_

Part 2

[ccspostagebox]

Okay I'm just going to dump my thoughts here on Spooky Month 6 and it's ending.

SPOILERS BELOW.

Alrighty. So. From what I can tell and what others have already said, it was implied that Father Gregor had become a sacrifice for The Eyes after the cult practically threw him to the wolves.

However, I feel like there might be one of possibly two ways this goes.

1. He's actually been killed off. (And why I think that might not be likely. I am a death denier at heart </3)

* Since Father Gregor is starting to uncover aspects of the town that may begin to unnerve some of the residents there, it would be wise of them to get rid of him to prevent backstabbing and to prevent suspicions of what's really going on behind the scenes.

* Nobody seems to really trust Father Gregor except Skid and Pump (even though they do seem rather hesitant to trust him as well, said trust likely majorly broken when Moloch was turned to stone/dust.). And, well, nobody is going to bat an eye about a guy they barely know, right? However, this can create issues as the residents may be suspicious of where the "random guy" has gone.

*I suspect The Eyes may have a bigger part for Father Gregor to play in the cult or in the town, yet I cannot begin to speculate what that role may be yet.

2. He has been...changed.

*I personally feel like some people focus on the more physical aspects of being "sacrificed" when it comes to this scene near the end. While being a sacrifice can mean being physically slaughtered or killed, it can also mean giving up something of extreme value to you or surrendering, which is more on the mental or emotional side of things. I feel like Father Gregor may have been harmed partially physically, yet had the most damage done with "sacrificing" his own faith to surrender to The Eyes. This would be evident in his expression and body language. He is looking into the face of what is practically a god himself. If you were in his position and saw a being in much higher power and control than you, tell me you would not be scared shitless. I guarantee most of us cannot claim as such.

* In his body language, he doesn't really appear to me as if he is offering himself up to be killed. It seems more like an act of peace. He knows he cannot win with any use of protest or violence like he did with the demonic possessions of Moloch using the residents. He is getting on his knees and opening his arms as a sign of peace, a sign of surrender. This man has seen the face of God, and is not going to risk anything by a simple wrong move or action. It looks to me more like a plea for mercy, a plea for The Eyes to have a speck of pity for him. Dude is fucking terrified, and he knows that his plea may go fully unanswered as he is left to be lamb to the slaughter.

*In this absolutely beautiful credits art in the ending, it depicts Father Gregor clearly reaching towards The Eyes, as if seeking for help or assistance before he is possibly brought to Moloch's underworld. The contrast of the cult being a "heaven" vs Moloch's underworld being clearly "hell" makes me wonder if The Eyes may actually decide to have mercy on Father Gregor. He has clearly been shown to have mercy on the misguided and naive (E.g. Skid and Pump.), yet also displays traits of being poor on judgement of whom to "save" (e.g. Bob Velseb), making them practically insane by the end of their run or course. The way Father Gregor has wings and reaches for The Eyes makes me think that perhaps The Eyes plans to make him a secondary leader or main spokesperson for the cult. After all, even though nobody knows him that much, would you not take a highly respected man of a God's word as the truth? Many people, especially the residents of the town, may be much more likely to give into the cult's demands after its been "approved" by a man of faith.

Of course, these are just my thoughts, nothing is concrete. We can only go off of the tidbits we are given so far.

[luckiestb]

Luckiest on Earth- Doomslayer x reader

Chapter 3: Watching from afar

Content Warnings: Canon-typical violence, the reader is kind of a stalker

You couldn’t believe it. Some enormous, armoured behemoth had just flown through the air above you. Was it a demon? It didn’t seem like a demon, since you could only assume that it was the unstoppable force that had slaughtered all the demons from before. But you couldn’t be certain, maybe it was wiping out all of the weaklings to pave the way for something more powerful?

No, that couldn’t be it. What sort of strategy was that? ‘Stupid.’ You chastised yourself, ‘If you’re that curious, why don’t you just follow it?’

That didn’t seem like a bad idea, if you weren’t already striving towards finding human life again. However, this entity has already captured your attention. Maybe this solid wall of a being was working with the rumoured camps? Even so, that’s all the camps were— rumoured. And the enigma that had already started causing carnage (in the building it had messily landed on) was right there. You could afford to make a detour: you had all the time in the world since the downfall of society.

If you were going to play detective, you had to act fast. It sounded like the demon-obliterator was already two rooms in to its spree.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your sweaty hands around your pistol and lugging your bag over your shoulders before running towards the door on the ground floor of the skyscraper. What’s the worst that could happen?

The worst was the mess. This being that you were following may have been a hellish decorator, given how it so effortlessly painted the walls with viscera. Your boots squelched and slipped over the scarlet puddles, making it difficult for you to follow the enigma silently. It didn’t seem much of an issue, though: this thing was hellbent on destroying all life in its path— and it didn’t care about being discreet. Thankfully it was easy to follow, you could hear its rampage even when it was out of your sight. Not to mention that you could focus entirely on following this enigma. You didn’t have to worry about demons when they were all turned into paste.

You noticed quite early on into your investigation that this creature didn’t look like any of the demons you had previously encountered. Its closest lookalike were the undead soldiers: it had the same tall stature (even if the soldiers were dwarfed by it); and the same capable, muscular arms that were covered by remarkably maintained, forest green armour… You weren’t checking it out, of course. You were just evaluating the potential adversary. It was what a good survivor would do.

You would have thought that it was human, if not for its insane skill. Its speed and strength were unparalleled by anything that it speedily subdued, and it showed no emotion— other than maybe rage.

It had an impressive arsenal, an array of guns and explosives that could make Swiss cheese of anything that stood in the behemoth’s way. Not that it needed it, the creature was perfectly capable of tearing demons apart with its bear hands: but if you had the opportunity, you would probably use a chainsaw, too. It added an element of fun to it— as Mary Poppins would say, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. In this case, the medicine was extreme violence and the sugar was cool weaponry.

As you wondered whether Mary Poppins would thrive in the apocalypse, the enigma had finished its clearance of the building. You halted just around the corner, watching as it pressed some buttons on its suit with routine precision. If it was a demon, which you weren’t sure anymore, it was definitely higher up in the rankings due to its use of advanced technology outside of impressive guns. A portal- a portal- opened before it, and you wouldn’t have noticed its next move if you weren’t so numbed to the impossible happening. You ducked behind the wall as it turned to glance over its shoulder, checking its work. You watch its visor scan the landscape, and you swear that you can see a pair of eyes behind the tinted glass. Beautiful, human eyes. It steps through, and you’re left with a flaming burst of hope rising in your chest.

It’s human— they are human. That motion confirmed it. No demon would take one final glance of what it had done. No demon of a high rank, anyways. Demons were all hellhounds, no matter their form. The ones of importance were trained the best, taught to only do their job and follow commands. Their minds were filled with nothing but commands, and they certainly wouldn’t look upon what they had done longer than necessary. That moment of triumph, the small moment to appreciate oneself assured you that this enigma was like you.

They were like you.

[halastar05]

ALRIGHT JUST PLAYED ROT IN PARADISE WITH A FRIEND

So! Me and @xinnamonbun just finished playing Rot in Paradise! And obviously I have thoughts.

So spoilers/rant under cut:

…

OKAY SO EXPECTANTLY I LOVED THIS GAME!

As always with Studio Investigrave games the characters and their interactions definitely did not disappoint, there were so many funny scenes and lines of dialogue here! I love just seeing friend group shenanigans, each of the individual characters were amazing too! I especially loved June and Vonnie! All in all very fun characters I wanna learn more about (NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY MET, I feel like it was Highschool…)! I also like the way the characters get twisted by whatever curse is taking place on the island. It feels like it’s specifically turning a trait of theirs inside out. First of all, Macoy brings up early on how he really doesn’t like violence or resorting to it, however once the rot takes effect, he slaps June (And we can tell the curse is only just starting here since he does apologize and seems surprised at his own actions). The game brings up a few times how open Carmen usually is, however once the rot takes effect she becomes very closed off and refuses any help while also verbally lashing out a few times. Vonnie is admittedly a little harder to pin point, but I wanna say it’s how orderly she usually is, which then gets tossed out the window once the rot takes effect, making her much more messy and sloppy (not to mention getting a midnight snack does not seem in character for her). The rot completely twists them, making them almost unrecognizable to June.

Like always I loved the art, however it was a different style (to me it seemed closer to Rix’s art style, aka the co developer for the SIG games, but that might just be me). Trust me I still LOVED the art, especially how well the creepy scenes were done, and how goofy some of the sillier scenes were! Also was in LOVE with all the colors, especially since they could get dreary so quickly to emphasize the tone, the art at the end of the game with June specifically BROKE ME.

I did really like the story! However it admittedly was a tad confusing. I really like the metaphor of knowing when to hold on and let go of friends. I personally do think that it was mostly the rot that made them toxic, but it definitely still makes the metaphor work pretty well and really makes you feel for June. The desperation at the end, she just wants to hold on to them even if they hurt her, before having to make the horrible decision of letting go. It’s a lost cause, the survival ending is realizing that, while the death ending is holding on so hard in an attempt to salvage it that you simply drown with them. In one ending you die together, in the other you survive alone. The only thing that confuses me it the curse itself. Even though I agree that it’s not the true focus of the story and the mystery does make things a lot more tense and scary, more or so for the sake of an AU though I kinda wish I knew more TvT

But overall I did LOVE this game. Absolutely in love with this friend group as well. Also loved being able to actually play the game instead of having to use a play through for once! It was a pain to set up but god it was so much fun to play through and voice act, especially with a friend!

Alright I think that’s it now, got aus to work on-

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Can you write a part 2 to your yandere joker fic?

Absolutely! Also I am so insanely flattered, I’ve never had someone ask for a part 2 before eeee

Yandere Platonic Joker x GN! reader!

Warnings: This is a yandere work, and as such contains themes of violence, abuse, manipulation and drugging. As this is the Joker, it will most likely be darker than my usual works!! Enjoy!!

You wake up with a leg that practically burns, and when you glance down, you see that your thigh had been wrapped in white gauze, which had been stained red by your own blood. It was weirdly well done for a madman. You wondered if Joker had made one of his henchmen do it.

Moving your leg makes it hurt, so much so that you gasp when the burning pain arches up your leg. You hadn’t been given any painkillers. Which wasn’t great when you had a stab wound, in an area with already existing nerve damage. You hope there isn’t any long term nerve damage, or damage to the muscles, or tendons.

“Okay. Okay just.. focus. You’ve been kidnapped by a madman who thinks you’re obsessed with him. Things could be worse.” Your voice cracks with hysteria, and you wince, shaking your head. You had to get your act together. You would prefer not to be another of the Joker’s long list of victims.

You glance around, and your stomach drops. The room is.. a room? It had clearly been outfitted from some sort of warehouse, with high ceilings and beams that crisscrossed, which made sense, you guess. Not a lot of people in Gotham would be willing to rent an apartment to the Joker.

The most damning thing, however, is the paintings, everywhere. Piled in the corner, leaned against the wall, some handing crookedly from nails. All with acidic green eyes or pale skin or a suit with the wrong colors. All yours.

You think you’re going to throw up. You don’t.

Your head snaps to the sound of a door handle, and you watch as it’s pushed open, heart racing. The old hinges shriek and groan.

“Hey! So.. what do ya think? Neat, right! Got all your paintings, right here, in a fun little gallery! Isn’t it great?!” Joker’s eyes never leave your face. You aren’t sure what it looks like, with how much pain you were in and your brain struggling to process much of anything but you feel your expression twist.

“Five out of five stars.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, and Joker laughs, a high pitched maniacal giggle that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You two were playing a game now, you knew, and Joker knew all the rules and could change them as he pleased. “Where are we?”

“Ah, ah, ah! No trying to pry any information out of me, I learned aalll the tricks from Batsy.” He chides, practically skipping to your bedside. You want to jerk away, but moving your leg sends a rush of pain so harsh it makes your vision go white.

“I don’t think I know nearly as many tricks as Batman.” You deadpan.

“It’s okay! You’re interesting in a different way.” Joker snorts, glancing at your damaged leg to the paintings to your face. You aren’t sure what he sees. “Although I don’t know why you would be talking to Batsy.”

He sounds almost.. jealous? Giddy? You can’t place it, and you don’t want to, and you measure your words carefully before you speak. Joker was a time bomb, almost literally, and any little thing could set him off.

“I never actually talked to him. He and the baby bats just stalked me for a while when you broke out of Arkham.”

“Hmph. Wants to keep you all to himself, now that not fair.” He huffs, and he slings an arm around you, pulling you close. The sudden movement jolts your leg, and the ragged gasp it tears from you practically echoes in the air.

You try not to freeze when you see the unhinged light in his eyes. You don’t think you manage.

“Did you ever talk to Batsy?” The sudden change in topic is.. discomforting, and you shake your head. You can’t think of anything to say.

“He showed up in your sketchbook a lot. All heroic poses and big shadows, it was so boring, really. I’m a much better subject to draw, don’t you think?”

His hand lands on the white bandages, and then he presses down.

You howl in pain, going to twist away, but he is deceptively strong, and keeps you there, even as you kick at him and try to pry his hand off your wound.

“Yes! You’re better to draw!” You gasp out, and he stops, grinning. You’d think that the bandage would be redder, or damaged. It isn’t.

“Good! I don’t like sharing my besties.” He laughs, and hums, glancing at your face. You’re shaking, and pale, you know. “It does suck your hurt though. We can’t do anything fun until you’re healed.” He huffs, sprawling back and dragging you with him.

“APPARENTLY we’re going to have postpone the trip to Ace Chemicals.” He huffs. “I was so looking forward to it, too.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, leaden. Ace Chemicals. Birthplace of the Joker, of Harley Quinn. A toxic cesspit of chemical waste and madness.

“I’m sure we can find something to pass the time. Now! Why don’t we get to painting, yeah? You’ve got a whole studio!”

Joker hops up, and when you take the paint brush from him, it’s already dripping with a toxic green. You paint, numbly, not really paying attention.

You would have to escape before your leg healed. Or Joker won his game.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Burn the world for you

Ellie Williams x f! reader

summary: You and Ellie had an argument before you left for a mission. But you never return which causes Ellie to worry…

warning: violence, kidnapping, blood/gore, injuries

Part 2

“Look at me Ellie!” you scream at her. You don’t get it. Why is she acting so difficult lately? She doesn’t look at you. You’re about to leave and try to find some supplies. And Ellie is causing so much drama.

“Y/N I told you to stay! ” she finally answers looking frustrated. You see her hand playing with the bracelet you made her. You look down at your watch sitting on your wrist. 10 minutes before you have to leave “I have to go. I‘ll be back in 3 hours. Then we can talk about whatever is worrying you so much.” you tell her calmly. Before she even gets the chance to respond, you already left. You still don’t understand why she is so overprotective all of a sudden.

It’s not like you‘re doing this for the first time. And it’s not like you’re weak. Quite the opposite. You’re one of the best haunters and fighter. Your fighting skills are beyond awesome but your hearing is getting weak. After standing near a bomb you lost 20 percent of your hearing. It definitely got difficult especially when you’re alone. Sometimes you hear a clicker too late but your reaction time always saves your ass. You never tell Ellie about this. She would never let you go on your own ever again. She is too afraid to loose you too. And you understand her. But she also needs to understand that you’re used to working alone and it’s difficult to focus on a mission and some else.

However, you get everything you need ready and leave the town. The storm is picking up causing you to see less than you expected.

As you arrive at your destination you take your horse inside of the building and close the huge doors behind you. You take out your torch and your gear and start your adventure.

But everything is too quiet which is a bit too unusual. I mean lucky you but you don’t really believe in luck. All your life, you have been unlucky. Life don’t want you to be happy.

You carefully go down the hallway of the building and to your luck there really wasn’t anything. As you enter the room to your left you see a man sitting on a chair and he doesn’t look any familiar.

“Good night, Y/N” this man says and before you can react you feel something hit the back of your head and you fall down.

The last thing you see is many people gathering above you before everything turns black.

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ELLIE‘S POV

“What do you mean she didn’t return? It’s been 7 fucking hours! She would leave a message or something” I can’t believe it. I knew something like this would happen. I fucking knew it.

The gates suddenly open and we can see 2 of our men riding inside with one horse. Y/N‘s horse. And they don’t look happy.

I jog over to them and wait for them to talk.

“No sign of Y/N” they look afraid. “There was blood. We found her gun but she wasn’t there”

There is no way. I don’t waste any more time and grab my gear before Maria stops me. “Ellie, we don’t know where she is. She might be de-”

I interrupt her immediately. “Don’t you dare… finish that sentence. She is alive and waiting for me to come and get her.” I take a big breath “And I will find her”

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3RD PERSON

As you slowly wake up you immediately taste the metal taste in your mouth. And soon feel your head hurt like a bitch.

You open your eyes slowly and see that you’re in a basement. It‘s cold. Very cold. You try to move but soon stop because of the pain on your leg. You look down and see your leg covered in blood. It’s very dark and you definitely can’t move it due to the pain. You let out a quiet sob and hold your leg.

“Ellie” you whisper. You should‘ve listened to her.

The door breaks open and unknown people walk in.

“What do you want from me” your angry voice shouts at them. They all stand in front of you and you see one of them with a baseball bat. Fuck.

“We don’t want to hurt you pretty girl” the man with the baseball bat speaks up. You look at him with disgust and try to stand but you fail.

“Tell us where Ellie Williams is” he bends down and whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You chuckle. And spit at him. “Over my dead fucking body” you respond. He wipes his face and smirks. “I warned you” and he lifts his baseball bat and smashes it against your body. You whine and let out a cry. He continues with his torture and you lay there defenseless.

“Tell me where the fuck she is” you barely breath but still manage to laugh like a psychopath. “Fuck you” you tell him and make yourself ready for the final hit where you might die.

Your body is unrecognizable and every single move hurts.

“Do you think I‘m gonna give you a quick death?” he whispers into your face. “Guess. Fucking. What. That won’t happen” you feel tears leaving the corner of your eyes.

He grabs your arm and drags you along with him and your sobs are uncontrollable now.

“You guys stay here and clean up this mess” he orders and continues draging you. You try to fight but your body is screaming at you to rest. You feel your chest tightening and you whisper quiet no‘s to yourself.

He drags you to another room and picks you up just to let you fall on a table.

Now you’re scared because he is gone getting something.

This is your end you think

And you gave up all your hopes.

That was before you heard gunshots in the other rooms.

That guy comes back with a gun holding to your temple and you close your eyes knowing that every single help is too late now.

You hear her voice speaking. The voice you fell in love with and the voice you enjoy listening to.

“You better give her to me. Now!” Ellie tries to stay calm but obviously fails.

“Stay there. One more step and she gets it.” You can feel Ellie hesitate.

“Finally got the chance to meet the Ellie Williams. What a pleasure.”

“What do you want?” she asks clearly about about to lose her shit.

“I want-” he doesn’t get to continue with his sentence before a gunshot echos in the room and soon feel her presence next to you.

“Oh baby…” she whispers while stroking your hair. You cry because the pain is taking over your body.

“It’s okay. Let’s go home.” she whispers and you feel yourself being lifted.

"How did you find me?” you‘re curious.

“I was dreaming about this event. That’s why I didn’t want you to leave” she confesses and know you know why she was so overprotective.

“I would loose myself if I lost you today. Never scare me like this ever again” she says and you rest against her arms. She leaves the building with you in her arms and sets the building on fire.

And you close your eyes. Because now you know that you’re safe.

[stacymikixo]

Peaceful: Embracing Calm in a Chaotic World

Peaceful moments are like precious gems in the busy rhythm of life. They offer a sense of calm, a pause from the constant demands and noise surrounding us. Whether it's a quiet morning with a cup of tea, the soft rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, or the stillness of a sunset, peaceful moments have the power to restore our inner balance. But what exactly makes something peaceful, and how can we find more of it in our lives?

Imagine yourself sitting by a lake. The water is perfectly still, reflecting the sky like a mirror. Birds sing in the distance, and there's a cool breeze on your face. You take a deep breath, and in that moment, everything feels right. This is peace. It’s the absence of worry and stress, a space where you can simply exist without feeling rushed or overwhelmed. Peaceful moments like these remind us of the beauty of simplicity, of the quiet joys that life has to offer.

But peace doesn’t always come naturally. In a world that often feels chaotic, finding peace can sometimes be a challenge. We are constantly bombarded by information, deadlines, and responsibilities. Our minds are busy, always thinking about the next task, the next worry. Yet, even in the midst of all this, peace can be found. It’s often about making a conscious choice to pause and focus on the present moment. By slowing down and appreciating the little things—a warm breeze, the sound of rain, or even the simple act of breathing—we can create peaceful spaces for ourselves.

Interestingly, peace isn’t just about quiet surroundings. Peace can also be an inner state of mind. Some people find peace in meditation, where they focus on their breath and let go of distracting thoughts. Others find peace in creative activities, like painting, writing, or playing music. When we engage in something that fully absorbs our attention, we enter a state of flow, where time seems to disappear, and our minds are free from the usual chatter. This is a form of peace, too—one that comes from being fully present in the moment.

Nature is a powerful source of peace. Whether it's a walk in the forest, a day spent by the ocean, or simply sitting in a park, being surrounded by nature has a calming effect on both our minds and bodies. Studies have shown that spending time in natural environments can reduce stress, lower blood pressure, and improve overall well-being. The sounds of birds chirping, water flowing, or wind blowing through trees all contribute to a sense of serenity. Nature reminds us that peace is all around us if we take the time to connect with it.

Peaceful moments can also be found in human connections. Think of the comfort of a warm hug, the quiet joy of a meaningful conversation, or the simple act of sitting with a loved one in silence. These moments of togetherness, where words aren't needed, can be deeply peaceful. They offer a sense of security, love, and understanding—qualities that are essential for a peaceful life. Building peaceful relationships means listening without judgment, showing kindness, and being present for each other.

Of course, peace isn’t always easy to maintain. Life throws challenges our way, and sometimes conflict or stress feels unavoidable. However, peace doesn’t mean avoiding all conflict. It means approaching situations with a calm and open heart, seeking understanding rather than reaction. When we respond to life’s difficulties with patience and compassion, we invite peace into even the most challenging situations. Peaceful living is about cultivating a mindset of acceptance and grace, no matter what circumstances we face.

Did you know that "peace" comes from the Latin word "pax," which means "freedom from civil disorder"? Historically, peace was often seen as the absence of war or violence, but in modern times, the concept of peace has expanded to include inner tranquility and harmony. This shift reflects the growing understanding that peace is not just a collective state of being, but also a personal journey. Peace begins within each of us, and when we find it in ourselves, we are better able to share it with others.

In our personal lives, creating peace can be as simple as setting aside time for self-care. Whether it’s a quiet moment in the morning before the day begins, a relaxing bath at the end of a long day, or a few minutes of deep breathing, these small practices can make a big difference. When we take care of our minds and bodies, we create the foundation for a peaceful life. We learn to let go of unnecessary stress and focus on what truly matters.

In conclusion, peace is not something that exists outside of us—it’s something we create within ourselves. Whether through nature, mindfulness, or connection with others, peace is available to us in many forms. It’s about finding calm in the storm, balance in the chaos, and joy in the simple moments. Peaceful living is not about escaping the world, but about approaching it with a calm heart and a clear mind. So, next time you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, remember that peace is just a breath away. It’s always there, waiting for you to embrace it.

[nurmalaevi]

Denny Ja: Maintaining Cultural Wealth: Religions as an inspiring tradition

Indonesia, a country rich in culture, has become home to various different religions throughout its history. These religions are not only part of the spiritual life of society, but are also important pillars in maintaining the nation's cultural wealth. In this article, we will explore the role of religions as inspiring traditions, with a focus on Denny JA's thoughts and views. Denny JA, an intellectual, writer and social activist of Indonesia, has long been fighting for the importance of maintaining the richness of Indonesian culture related to religion. For him, religions are a source of local wisdom that must be maintained and developed. According to him, religions are not only about personal beliefs, but also about values that can inspire and shape national identity. One example of cultural wealth inspired by religion is traditional Indonesian art. Through religions such as Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, and Buddhism, traditional Indonesian art has developed and is an inseparable part of the nation's identity. This traditional art reflects religious values which include beauty, harmony, and connectedness with nature. An example is a traditional dance that describes religious stories or carving arts that adorn religious buildings. In addition, religions also provide inspiration in building an inclusive and tolerant society. In the Indonesian context, which has a diversity of religions and beliefs, religions have played an important role in shaping mutual respect and cooperation between religious communities. An understanding of the importance of respecting differences and creating inter-religious harmony is a teaching inherited by religions. However, Denny JA also underlined that maintaining the cultural wealth inspired by religion should not be associated with fanaticism or injustice. He believes that religions must be a source of inspiration to create a just, inclusive and just society. Religions should not be used as a tool to justify acts of discrimination or violence, but must be a foundation for promoting peace and unity. In order to maintain cultural wealth related to religion, Denny Ja stressed the importance of inclusive education. Education that includes understanding of religions as an integral part of the curriculum can help foster a sense of mutual respect and understand religious differences. Denny Ja also encourages the government and the community to support initiatives that promote inter-religious dialogue, such as forums to increase religious awareness. In addition, Denny Ja also argues that religions must adapt to the changing times. Although religious values must remain intact, the way the delivery and interpretation of religious teachings must keep up with the times. Denny Ja views that flexible and open religions to social change can continue to be relevant and remain a source of inspiration for society. In the conclusion, maintaining the richness of Indonesian culture inspired by religions is the responsibility of all of us. As revealed by Denny Ja, religions are not only a means to meet individual spiritual needs, but also as a tradition that inspires and forms the nation's identity.

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I’m just realizing I posted this a few days ago and never posted media that gave me inspiration for my own show. No time like the present!

I created “Liars & Leeches” @liarsandleechespod​, a supernatural horror audio drama about grief, terror, and the overwhelming power of both. It follows the story of Tonya, who’s sister and brother in law are unexpectedly killed in an act of gun violence. Tonya inherits their house and moves in, struggling to process her grief. She soon realizes someone, or something, has followed her there, drawn to her fear.

The show was heavily influenced by personal experiences with gun violence, as well as the feelings that follow (fear, anxiety, survivor’s guilt, etc). I’ve always believed that some of the best horror media is based on real life experiences or situations that have been abstracted into the supernatural (ie “Nope” being a metaphor for an entertainment industry that chews up and spits people out when they aren’t seen as useful anymore). I wanted to create something similar, with season 1 of Liars & Leeches being focused on violence, grief, and fear (and different feelings being the focus of following upcoming seasons).

In terms of the plot and sound design, there were three pieces of media that were incredibly influential- “The Outsider” on HBO, the “Flesh and Blood” episode from “Into the Dark,” and “A Quiet Place.” Details below cause this is going to be a long one (with slight “Liars & Leeches” spoilers):

“The Outsider” focuses on similar themes of grief, loss, and fear after the murder of a young boy in a small town and the unexplainable circumstances around it. There is a supernatural element at play in "The Outsider’s” story too, and while the entity in this show is different from The Man in “Liars & Leeches,” they are initially presented in a very similar way. They both make their presence well know, while at the same time making those around them question their reality and how their existence can be possible. They are also both malevolent beings that like inflicting as much damage as they possibly can, while seemingly enjoying it too. I also really love media like this show or others like Jaws where the main antagonist makes themselves scarce for the majority of the story, revealing themselves at the very end in terrifying and chaotic ways, which was inspiration for the last three episodes of “Liars & Leeches.”

“Into The Dark: Flesh and Blood” was the main inspiration for how “Liars & Leeches” demonstrated Tonya’s anxiety around leaving her house. Without spoiling “Flesh and Blood” too much, the main character suffers from agoraphobia and is terrified of leaving her home. However, she eventually realizes that her fears are both extremely real and in the house with her. She struggles between her fear of what’s in the house vs her fear of the outside in her struggle for survival. Tonya experiences something similar in “Liars & Leeches,” realizing she has to fight so survive within the confines of her home. The tension building and sound design is great in “Flesh and Blood” and was a huge inspiration for later episodes of “Liars & Leeches.”

The last big inspiration was “A Quiet Place.” This movie had incredible sound design and tension building in quiet moments. A large portion of “Liars & Leeches” takes place in Tonya’s home, in scenes with only Tonya and maybe one other character. “A Quiet Place” provided inspiration for the show’s sound design plan in Tonya’s home, with quieter sounds like doors opening, footsteps, stairs creaking, and heartbeats intentionally being mixed more loudly than usual to increase tension on the listener’s end. Specifically with the heartbeats, they were placed in scenes designed to raise tension, getting progressively louder and faster as time goes on in a way that will increase the listener’s heartbeat too.

“A Quiet Place” was also a massive inspiration for creature sound design. This specific clip was used as a reference for “Liars & Leeches’” creature sound designs and transformations. The sound designers for “A Quiet Place” used celery to make this creatures movement sounds, and “Liars & Leeches” did something similar for The Man’s movements (we used crab legs). 

Also just for fun, here’s a video of the sound designers working on the scene above:

There were so many other pieces of media that inspired me when I was making “Liars & Leeches,” but these were definitely the big three!

Been thinking a lot about what inspires writers and creators to make what they do, so I'm curious- if you're an audio drama creator, what is your show about and what are three pieces of media that helped give you inspiration?

[fizzyxcustard]

Jealousy.

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Comments/Notes/Housekeeping: Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on my last of the RA Character Headcanon Series. I appreciate it very much. I know I sound like a broken record, but please do consider a reblog if you like a post, and if you wish to be added on to my tag lists, please let me know. You are also very welcome to request head canons as well, so I can continue on with this series and open it up to a lot more scenarios.

This head canon post was requested by @sunflwrnsunnieshine Thank you very much, hun. You're very welcome to request head canons with these 9 characters. Just send the request via my ask box, please. This instalment will focus on how all the characters handle jealousy, more precisely, jealousy which involves you, the reader. Enjoy!

GUY OF GISBORNE: Guy does not handle jealousy at all well when it comes to other men flirting with you. He makes his complete and utter distain known to the other man, and even becomes threatening. Most people are scared of Guy, so the men back off as soon as they see his icy glare from across a room. You know that Guy's jealousy comes from a place of insecurity, so you need to remind him regularly that you only have eyes for him.

RAY LEVINE: Ray Levine holds a lot of his emotions inward and will become distant with you if he feels there may be any kind of hint of another man sniffing around you. His answers become clipped and short, and it's up to you to question him thoroughly to see exactly why his mood has changed. However, when you reassure him that you're his, he apologises profusely.

FATHER LORENZO QUART: Father Quart is not a jealous man, but when it comes to you, jealousy is not something he is immune to. He holds it inward and tries his best to push the thoughts away as to not fall into bitterness. You notice his behaviour (of extra glances and sighs when the other man is in the room) and bring it up with him, and he admits that he did feel jealous and apologises, knowing he trusts you implicitly.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD: If Thorin sees another man making advances towards you, you immediately see a change in the Dwarf's demeanour. He becomes quite passive aggressive, giving short answers and appearing a little hostile. But when you get to the bottom of his negative feelings and reassure him with plenty of touch and love-filled words, he apologises to you. He is scared to lose you.

FRANCIS DOLARHYDE: Francis will watch you and the other man, not acting physically on his jealousy. However, he begins mentally plotting ways to harm the man, enjoying the thought of causing pain to him. Francis even admits to you that he had bad thoughts and considered violence, but then begs you to forgive him.

JOHN THORNTON: John Thornton becomes quiet and distant, backing off as soon as he feels in any way threatened by another man sniffing around you. The normally brooding man becomes even more cold toward you, hinting at his jealousy through hints in his words, mentioning the man in conversation. Eventually you sit him down and talk it through with him that nothing will ever happen between you and the other man.

RAYMOND DE MERVILLE: Raymond will not entertain the idea of another man serenading you. In fact, he is quite happy to threaten men and even become violent. Any man who only looks at you for a few seconds too long and they're immediately found on the sharp end of Raymond's sword.

JOHN PORTER: John tries to down play his jealousy and won't talk about it, until you bring it up to him. If he notices you interacting with another man, he will distance himself a little, but you notice him still sneaking glances to see what's going on. Eventually you have to confront John and tell him that he's stupid to think you'd even consider any other man but him as you've fancied him for as long as you've known him.

LUCAS NORTH: Lucas doesn't like to show vulnerability at first, so his jealous behaviour will depend on how long you've been with him and the stage you're at in your relationship. Any initial stage, weeks to a couple of months, and Lucas will try his hardest to not think too much about it. However, the longer you are with him, then the more his jealousy will show. It becomes clipped words, the cold shoulder and icy stares at you and the other man from across a busy room.

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Moaning On Stream

Pairing: Gamer!Seokjin x reader

Genre: smut, humor, a literal dash of fluff

AU: Established Relationship. 

Wordcount: 2,330

Summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something else... 

Warnings: Language. Oral (M receiving). Is gagging a warning? Allusions to oral (f. receiving) and other sexual acts.

Rating: M / 18+

AN: We all saw it. We all heard it. Why Jin decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on vlive while giving us a very good idea of how he sounds in bed is beyond me. But I am forever thankful for him doing it. Thank you to the beautiful @btsgotjams27​ for beta-reading my quick moment of weakness. Sorry for the horrific last minute header. Just needed to include that face.

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

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You just want to sleep in a little bit longer. You had a long day yesterday, a great day actually, but a long day nonetheless. And all you want to do is sleep past nine in the morning, lounge around a bit with your boyfriend, and maybe have brunch later. After that, you can be a grown-up and focus on your responsibilities. 

But it’s eight am and you’re abruptly woken up by obnoxious screaming coming from the room over. You throw one of the firmer pillows at it, hoping your boyfriend would hear the light thump and take it as a warning. But the pillow barely hits. You roll onto your stomach, shoving your pillow over your head, and let your anger out into the mattress. 

You grab your phone to make sure he’s actually streaming before busting in there half-naked to yell at him. He is, which means you have to wait to unleash violence. You let the stream play, watching him play the game you showed him yesterday. He’s not good at it, hence the yelling. He’s trying to form actual sentences and have a real conversation with his audience, but every time, his sentences are interrupted by him chanting “hup hup hup” among other phrases. The problem comes when he’s almost at the top of an area and he moans. Fully moans on stream. And suddenly you’re wide awake and no longer angry. What on earth is he doing moaning on his stream?!

You give it another twenty minutes until he screams at the top of his lungs again, moaning out “stop stop stop, please stop,” as his character falls to the very beginning of the game. You throw the blankets off your body and bring your phone with you as you stomp off to his office, quietly opening the door so the mic doesn’t pick up any clue that he’s not alone. While you’re trying to be subtle about your entry, Jin couldn’t be more obvious as his head lifts to meet your eyes, a little panicked. He turns back to the game, actively not swinging the hammer correctly so his character falls again, and he gets up in feigned anger, muting the stream as he leaves the camera frame. 

“Jagi, what are you doing here? I’m streaming.” He lightly gestures to his desk as if you were an oblivious fool. 

“I was sleeping. Because it’s eight in the morning.” Your eyes narrow at him. “And I’m well aware of you streaming in your pajamas and moaning on stream, Jin.” 

“I’m not moaning!”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been doing it for half an hour.”

“I didn’t moan though? I’m just angry, this game is hard.”

You roll your eyes “Which is why I told you you shouldn’t play it.” You move to sit on the couch in his office that’s off camera. You bring his stream back up on your phone, silencing it. “Moan again, and watch what happens.” You send him a threatening glare and he moves back to his desk, confused. 

He resumes the stream saying he just needed to “walk off the frustration so I don’t swear on stream”. You roll your eyes, you know his fanbase would lose their minds if he said any bad words. But he made the decision to be “family-friendly” and you were about to test how family-friendly he could be as soon as he moans again in 

3…

2…

1…

“Ooohhhh! Why why why why?! Wha ahhhhhhhh,” He screams, spewing various words of frustration at mach 7. You roll your eyes. That’s literally how you sound when you come. You argue with Jin in your mind. You noticed the delay between real-time and the stream time is only like two or three seconds. You get up, sighing and ignoring Jin’s glance at you as you stand behind his camera, phone still in hand. You finally lift your eyes to meet his wide eyes and smirk as you drop down to your hands and knees, crawling underneath his desk. He knows what’s about to happen and instinctively scoots his chair forward, and brings it down a little so nothing can be seen on camera. 

You sit on your knees and shins, feet tucked under your ass that’s only protected by your boyfriend’s boxer briefs that you stole. You wait for him to resume his stream, setting your phone down on the floor next to you so you can see him on stream, talking with his viewers and trying to get through the game, waiting for him to fail. As you wait, you slowly run your hands up his legs and back down, every time you go up, you get closer to his thighs. Once you finally reach the meatiest part of them, he quickly spreads his legs for you. He shifts in his seat as if he’s asking you to get on with it. You respond by digging your nails into his thighs through his pajama pants. He groans, forcing his character down the hill again at the same time to cover up what was really happening. 

The second you hear him start to chant about the game again, and you see his character begin to fall, and this time because he actually fucked up, your hand reaches forward and palms him roughly. He lets out a moan between his angry chants and you have to resist the urge to laugh because it’s the same fucking noise he made earlier. You’re literally letting the world know what you sound like when we fuck. 

You resume your massaging of his bulge, watching for specific moments in his gameplay to really tease him by pressing harder or tugging gently. Once you feel him growing beneath the layers of clothing, you decide to go a little easier, tapping his hip to signal to him he needs to remove his pants and underwear. He looks over at his other monitor and turns off his camera and mutes his mic. He waits until his stream just shows his gameplay footage and he sees his viewers spamming F in the chat. Once it’s confirmed the camera is off, he quickly backs up the chair so he can lift his hips for you to tug both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. 

“You’re going to get me in trouble, jagi,” he quickly whispers angrily at you, but you don’t care. 

You shrug up at him. “Then don’t moan again. Don’t make a sound except for talking to your chat. Should be easy.” He gawks at you, unsure if he should put a stop to this. But he’s already hard and your mouth is heaven. You lightly tap his leg, “I think your viewers are starting to leave though. Should get back to it, babe.” 

He springs forward, scooting his chair back into position under the desk and turning his camera and mic back on, making sure to turn the mic sensitivity down as well so it doesn’t catch too much noise.

“Oh, sorry sorry. I don’t know what happened there. The webcam went down and then the mic. Weird stuff. Seems to be working again now, so let’s get back to it.” He trails off, getting back into streamer mode but keeping in the back of his mind that at any moment you’re going to torture him. 

You only have so much patience when it comes to teasing Jin and when it comes to wanting to satisfy him at every moment possible. So you wait only two minutes until you see him get close to the highest part of the game he had gotten to previously. That’s when you decide you can’t wait anymore and gently wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You felt it twitch as well as his entire body do a small jolt. You wait for him to resume, and when he does you slowly twist your hand up his perfect but still growing length, pressing your thumb against his tip. 

For the most part, the man you love and love to tease is doing just fine. Actually, he’s doing better at the game because he’s putting all his focus into it and not on your hand’s actions. That won’t do. You pull yourself up enough that your head is a little squished between the chair, his thighs, and the desk above you. But it’s the perfect amount of room to form enough spit, lay your tongue flat against his base, and lick straight up, ending with the tip of your tongue kitten licking his tip. 

That’s when you know you’re winning. A small, very faint, groan escapes Jin. He tries to pass it off as being frustrated by the mouse not being at the right sensitivity settings for it. You smile, bringing your hand down to massage his balls as you wrap your mouth around his tip, lightly sucking, licking up the precum that is slowly leaking out. You can hear his breathing get a little harder and since the game only requires the mouse and nothing more, his free hand reaches on the table to twist into your hair with his fingers, gripping and slightly pushing your head down. 

You go with his ask, easing your head down to try to take as much of him down your throat. His hips jerk up accidentally, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat which causes you to gag and pull off him only a little as your head hits the underside of the desk. You desperately try to keep quiet and suffer in silence while he prattles on about accidentally hitting his knee. He tries to casually hand you his water bottle, but you push it away, swallowing one last time before getting back to it. You relax your throat enough that you can bring him past your gag reflex and your nose is pressed against his pelvis. 

His free hand returns to your hair, a more gentle hold on it as he’s using it more as a precautionary tactic to prevent you from hitting your head again. His grip tightens only slightly when you start to swallow, your throat clenching around the tip and quietly gagging around him. His cock twitches slightly and you know he’s close so you almost pull off him all the way, leaving your mouth open to allow your saliva and his precum to drip down his cock, balls, and slide down to his chair. Giving yourself a second to breathe, you grip both of his thighs, getting into a better position on your knees before you begin bobbing your head up and down, using Jin’s hand as a guide of how high up you can go without making too much noise. 

Jin, however, is making plenty of noise. Which should concern you. Why is he moaning loudly, whispering things like “Jagi -ah. Ah- just…just like that. Fuck.” on his stream? Again, you should be concerned. But your desire to please your boyfriend outweighs any rational thinking sometimes so you go for deeper bobs, hesitating at the base to swallow around him. 

“Jagi, please. I’m going to come. Where? Where?” Instead of responding, you cease the bobbing and wrap your lips around him, sucking like your life depends on it until he lets out a loud high pitched moan like you heard earlier immediately followed by his cock pulsing in your mouth, shooting spurts of his hot white cream down your throat. You swallow immediately, not wanting a single drop to go to waste, and clean him up with your tongue. It’s only once you feel he’s cleaned up that you realize he was a moaning mess on stream. You look at your phone to see This Stream Has Ended. You crawl out from under the desk, glancing up at his computer to confirm that he did, in fact, end the stream at some point.

“Ya! That wasn’t part of the deal!” You yell from the floor, smacking his thigh. 

“I wasn’t going to make it! I admitted defeat! I had to end it before we became one of those couples that make porn together!” He shouts back, rubbing over where you just smacked. 

You stay seated on the ground, arms crossed, and pouting. That is until you realize he said he admitted defeat. “So you’re saying you lost? You’re a loser?” you quirk an eyebrow up at him. 

He slowly nods, “Yeah…I guess so?”

“Great! You owe me for not being quiet and you owe me for not following through with the deal!” You jump up excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him off his chair that’s a little sticky now. But that’s a later problem. You make him step out of his pants as you lead him out of the room.

You drag him back to your bedroom, kissing him with everything you’ve got until he pulls away. “Wait wait wait. What are we doing? What do I owe you?” he slightly panics as you unbutton his pajama shirt and push him back on the bed, urging him to slide farther up as you remove your underwear. 

“First, for failing to not make a noise, I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come twice.” You announce with a big smile, crawling on top of him and straddling his chest. “Then, you’re going to make me a delicious brunch because I’m starving after sucking your dick. Sound good and fair, loser?” You lean forward, squishing his cheeks in one hand and giving his big pouty lips a light kiss. He nods. “No, babe. You need to say it. You lost.”

“I lost, you won. Two orgasms and brunch, coming up.” You both laugh, lips pressing back together one more time before you move to line your hips up to his face. His big hands are holding onto your thighs as you lower yourself down to him, grinning. 

“Get to work, baby.”

Again, feedback is always appreciated 💜

[ijustwant2write]

Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @dialnfornoir​)

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Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

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"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Chasing Shadows (1)

AO3

Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe

Summary: THIS IS A CROSSOVER. As Bruce Wayne begins to slowly recover from the loss of his son, two separate mysteries open up old wounds. Who is the unknown leaving clues hinting at a return to Gotham, and who is the phantom pretending to be his lost son? Is it just a coincidence they're active in Gotham at the same time? Or are they connected?

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

It started slowly. Occasional flickers of movement would play at the corners of his vision while he was in the field. Sometimes it was accompanied by the hint of laughter, sometimes it wasn’t.

It had happened before. In the months following Jason’s death, Bruce sometimes thought he saw or heard the boy. He’d accepted it was part of his grief as other people sometimes reported similar occurrences in the wake of deaths. So, he accepted the phantoms and the pain that followed as part of his penance for not being able to save him. His son had brought light and love into the manor, and without him, the shadows seemed darker and more menacing.

To make matters worse, his relationship with Dick nearly fractured beyond repair in the aftermath. Bruce knew he’d made a mistake when he didn’t let Dick know about Jason’s death as soon as he could, but he was struggling to accept the truth himself.

But as Tim worked his way into his life and he slowly repaired his relationship with Dick, things began to get better. The shadows that threatened to engulf him began to fall away, and the hallucinations that made his heart ache faded. And slowly, he began to heal.

They recently begun again. He ran all the tests he could think of and knew it wasn’t from the effects of any known drug or toxin which suggested it was just his mind playing tricks. It would eventually pass, just like before, but until then, he would have to grit his teeth and solder through it like before.

However, they weren’t getting better. Instead, they were getting more frequent and vivid. The playful laughing grew louder and soon words began joining it. The flickers of movement became more defined, and there were times he’d see the faint image of a painfully familiar teenager.

Sometimes the hallucinations would occur while he was in the middle of a fight. Those were the worst ones. The image would seem to appear before a criminal, almost as if he was acting like a diversion. It was too real, too familiar, and it would cause him to worry about a boy who wasn’t even there. It was distraction. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.

It couldn’t just be his grief. He knew what that could bring, and these ones felt different. They were too real so there had to be some sort of interference from one of his many foes. The most likely culprit was Scarecrow. Even if the man tended to focus on fears, his various concoctions were well known for causing hallucinations. Or, perhaps it was a new foe who had gotten hold of the man’s research. No matter the origin, it was the most logical place to start.

The best information came from a snitch. Scarecrow was recruiting henchmen. The word on the street was that he was experimenting with a new aerosolized formula and was planning to unleash it in one of the local churches during a memorial service for a fallen officer. Which the snitch wasn’t certain where the current lab was, several of his associates had seen him in the Narrows.

With Tim’s help, he narrowed down the likely location of the lab by tracking the movement of shipments of some of Scarecrow’s main ingredients. After double checking the blueprints of the suspected building and going over the various plans for infiltration and confrontation, he and Tim made their move. However, when they arrived, the scene in front of them raised several questions.

Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, paced while angrily gesturing to a box on one of the tablets. “That was supposed to be a box of my blue poppies,” he hissed to a henchman. It was rare to hear him speak as Crane and not his villainous persona. “Explain why there are these… these things in front of me?”

“Who would have thought you’d be so upset by a few flowers. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were afraid.” The voice, which sounded distorted as if it was coming across an old radio with poor reception, seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Even through the distortion, the voice sounded male and young, probably teenaged, but from his vantage point, Bruce couldn’t see anyone.

But he knew that voice. It was the same one that haunted his waking hours.

It wasn’t until he saw Scarecrow and his henchmen react that he realized the voice hadn’t just been in his head. Glancing at Robin, he found his partner trying to hide his surprise as he searched for the source of the voice. He needed to do the same.

The only abnormality came up on the thermal scan. There appeared to be a humanoid figure, far too cold to be a normal human, moving around the criminals at a relatively safe distance. Who or whatever it was seemed to have no concern for obstacles as he seemingly passed through them. Strange. Martians could easily do such things, but the heat signature didn’t match. However, it didn’t entirely rule out the possibility.

That would have to be investigated later as Scarecrow began threatening to do dose the area with fear toxin to get the unknown to reveal himself. That was his cue to move. The take down went mostly according to plan. Neither of them received any injuries, but there was a brief moment when a translucent and familiar figure briefly appeared near Robin as if to draw the henchman’s attention away.

When the fight was over and the criminals were satisfactorily incapacitated, Bruce ran another scan of the area. The strange figure seemed to flicker near a stack of boxes. If he didn’t imagine it, the figure gave a two-fingered salute before completely vanishing. A quick sweep of the room, including a thermal one, came up empty. How had the figure vanished so completely?

He had Robin check for any physical evidence possibly left behind by the strange figure while he gathered samples of Scarecrow’s ingredients and in progress toxin. The unknown flowers which didn’t seem to be a planned ingredient were also taken for analysis.

Tim reported he didn’t find anything including a possible entry point. As a precaution, Bruce also made a cursory sweep, but he found nothing either. Deciding there was nothing more that could be currently done at that location, they returned to the cave.

The samples produced more questions than answers. Scarecrow’s toxin had the same active ingredients as his last batch so it would have shown up on a toxicity screen and could be treated with the previous antidote. And with the aerosolized form being incomplete, it meant the recent hallucinations weren’t directly associated with Crane.

Once he finished that analysis, he reviewed the unknown flowers. It turned out that they were a rare plant commonly called the Orpheus or Resurrection Flower and was native to parts of Bulgaria and Greece. While there was some evidence ancient Thriacians and Romans believed it held detoxifying properties, it wasn’t known for being poisonous or having hallucinogenic effects. Clearly Scarecrow hadn’t expected them, so why had he received a shipment of them?

Where those flowers just a mistake? With their rarity, he doubted it. They were possibly a message from an enemy to Scarecrow. Or, perhaps, they could have been from someone who stole Crane’s research. While Bruce hadn’t found anything to currently suggest another criminal was working with fear toxin, he couldn’t completely rule it out. He would have to check all known associates of Crane in the following days to verify it. There was also the question of if those flowers had anything to do with the unknown.

Now that Bruce was aware he truly existed outside the realm of his mind, he needed to consider what his motives could be. Was he simply acting as a distraction? Someone who would play on Bruce’s pain in order to make him less effective in the field. Or, perhaps he was the one who was using Crane’s research. He had effectively made Bruce believe he was a hallucination for longer than he wanted to admit.

Though, even if he was using Crane’s research, that wouldn’t cause the strange readings on their equipment. The thermal clearly showed someone who existed outside the realms of a normal human. He hoped that the video recordings might provide more clues.

However, whatever modulator the unknown used corrupted his voice, preventing analysis. The corruption was odd as he could remember the meta’s voice much more clearly than what the audio could provide. The video wasn’t much better. Tim’s gear held the best image of the figure, with about 3.73 seconds of the unknown in full view. However, his form seemed hazy and faded. Really the only true details they could get from the analysis was what appeared to be white hair and an outfit which may have been similar to other costumed heroes.

He'd been, or at least a hallucination of him, had been haunting Bruce for a few months, but he was no closer to finding out who he was or why he was doing it. It was a frustrating mystery.

…

In the following weeks, Bruce hadn’t made any headway regarding the hallucinations. Neither him nor Tim could find evidence someone else was using Crane’s research. A second round of tests confirmed there were no signs of missed toxins or unknown substances in his body. He even asked J’onn to do a cursory sweep for signs of magic or psychic interference, but none was found. As a result, he was forced to mostly accept the phenomenon wasn’t associated with his enemies. That left either his grief or the new unknown, and he was leaning towards the unknown.

He appeared a few more times in the next few weeks, bringing more questions than answers. Mostly, he would make a quip or two to the various criminals but would only show himself for a few brief moments. However, the more he showed himself, the clear his form seemed to become. He now appeared in shades of white, gray, and black as if he was pulled from the images of a black and white TV.

It was when the figure showed himself to Dick that Bruce was given his first true clue to the identity of the unknown. And although he wouldn’t admit it, the implications shook him to his core.

He and Nightwing were taking out an arms smuggling ring with ties to Black Mask and the Falcones. Usually, such take downs were relatively easy in comparison to other cases, but these men were a bit too well prepared. Remote-controlled hidden weaponry was abnormal to see in the lower rungs of such organizations. While it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before, it did make it more difficult to move in to capture them.

At one point, they were forced to temporarily take shelter behind a few metal containers. As they waited for an opening, they heard laughter from above them. Sitting on a top of a stack of crates was the unknown. He gave an amused smile as he watched them while showing no interest in the hail of bullets around him. If Bruce wasn’t mistaken, several passed harmlessly through him.

“Looks like you’re having a bit of trouble with them, old-timer.” His smile grew wider as he slid off the crates and landed without a noise in front of Nightwing. “Is your age finally catching up with you?”

Dick stared, open mouthed, at the unknown, who looked almost solid this time. This must have been the reaction the unknown wanted as he turned and gave Bruce an amused smirk.

Chills ran up Bruce’s spine at the unknown’s appearance. It had been the first time the unknown stood still enough and close enough for him to get a clear look at his appearance. White hair seemed to move as if there was a slight breeze. A black domino mask covered his eyes, but the specific shape of it he’d seen on another thousands of times. Pale skin seemed to have a strange greenish tint, but the visible features on his face were partially obscured by a soft glow surrounding the body. But his clothing… if it hadn’t been for the difference of the colors, Bruce would have immediately alerted Alfred because it meant someone had broken the memorial case in the cave.

He was still going to ask Alfred to check for signs the case was disturbed later. While it was unlikely someone would have been able to alter the colors on the suit that quickly, it wasn’t impossible.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The mischievous grin on the unknown grew wider. “You need to take better care of yourself. A strong shock like that is back for an old person’s heart.”

“Ghost or not, you’re going to be dead in a second, kid.” One of the criminals approached during the distraction. “Since bullets don’t seem to faze you, let’s try a different tactic.”

As the criminal moved to smack the unknown with the butt of the rifle, Bruce prepper one of his batarangs but didn’t immediately react. Perhaps it was nostalgia or a morbid curiosity, but he needed to see what would happen, to see how the unknown would react. Without losing his smirk, the unknown dodged the gun and moved as if he would attack. But when it appeared his fist would connect with the criminal, he seemed to pass through him as he faded away.

The criminal panicked as he checked himself and then his surroundings for the unknown. It left Nightwing an opening to take him down. The rest of the criminals were quickly dispatched after that.

Just like with the previous sightings of the unknown, they found no evidence which could provide any answers to who he was or what he was doing in the criminals’ hiding place. Though, strangely, they found a couple of drawings of a lotus with what almost appeared to be a stylized bite mark on a few of the boxes. There were no obvious connections between the arms dealers and such a plant. Was it related to a supplier? He would have to investigate.

Once he and Nightwing finished looking for evidence, they both swept the area for the unknown. Once again, he seemingly vanished into the night.

…

“Are we going to talk about it?” The ride back to the cave was uncomfortably silent. Though Bruce could handle the lack of noise with little trouble, Dick couldn’t and spoke up.

“You’ve been briefed. That unknown meta has been briefly appearing during missions.”

“You didn’t…” Dick hesitated as he gripped the fabric covering his legs. “You didn’t tell me what he was wearing…”

“The unknown hasn’t been as pronounced during previous appearances.”

“Pronounced? Are you telling me you couldn’t tell he was wearing a mockery of that suit… of Jason’s suit before today?” Dick snapped. Didn’t Bruce understand how much it hurt to see someone wearing it again?

“No. This was the longest the unknown showed himself. Previously, his form appeared somewhat hazy and at times non-distinct.”

Dick relaxed his grip and let some of the tension out of his shoulders as he turned his gaze to the window. “B, he called me ‘old-timer’, just like Jason used to. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that was his ghost.” He fell silent as he wrestled with his emotions.

Was it wrong to hope that maybe it was the ghosts of his little brother? If it was, it would give him a chance to apologize to him for not being there when he needed him the most. He also wanted to let his brother know that he was loved and missed.

But at the same time, the concept unnerved him. He remembered the legends told to him while Haley’s Circus traveled throughout Europe. The restless dead often had unfinished business, and many of them brought death and ill fortune with them. His brother would never intentionally bring harm to their family, but he couldn’t shake the feeling the appearance of this ghostly entity foretold something terrible was on the horizon.

When they returned to the cave, Bruce began researching the arms dealers while Dick decided to pull up available footage of the unknown from the previous sightings of him. Bruce was right. There was a strange distortion of his image and voice making it almost impossible to make any identification of who or what it was. Strangely, that wasn’t as pronounced in the field. What type of technology specifically allowed for that?

And more strangely, Dick could tell the figure wasn’t nearly as defined in the older footage. Looking at the first known capture and the most recent one, even with the distortion, there was a difference. Grudgingly, he had to admit Bruce wouldn’t have been able to tell with any certainty what the unknown was wearing.

Didn’t parapsychologists and paranormal researchers say that ghosts often grew stronger over time? Maybe that’s why he hadn’t been as solid or defined before.

What was wrong with him? He needed to get away from those sorts of thoughts. As much as he wanted this meta to be his brother, it wasn’t him. And he needed to figure out who it was and put a stop to whatever he was planning. But as he re-watched the footage of the meta sitting there with bullets passing through him without a care, the idea he might be a ghost kept coming back.

…

The lotus flower design from the arms dealers did not provide further clues. Bruce had been able to trace the origins of the weapons to a certain terrorist cell in Kazakhstan, but they did not use lotus flowers as any form of communication. Perhaps they had been drawn by a middleman, the one who had set up the remote weaponry. That was a possibility, but again, he couldn’t find anyone associated with that specific symbol. It suggested there was someone new to the scene.

There was a chance that the stylized bite in the lotus was a reference to how it had been used for various medical and recreational purposes throughout the centuries. To his knowledge, the most famous account of that was in “The Odyssey.” Was the person or persons associated with it also involved in the drug trade? It was a possibility. Many criminal organizations did dabble in multiple types of sales.

With the investigation into the arms dealers stalled, he turned his attention once again to the footage of the unknown. Audio of him speaking was again too corrupted to analyze, and the footage didn’t fare much better. The only thing he could gather with certainty was approximate height and body shape.

There wasn’t even much Bruce could gather from the way the unknown moved. In the brief moment where he seemed to prepare to attack, he had proper form suggesting he may have some training. However, since he never made physical contact with the criminal, there was no evidence if he could or would fight.

He glanced at the tattered suit in the cave. It appeared the same as it always did, and there was no evidence anyone had disturbed it. That somehow made it worse. Whomever was wearing the imitation of it knew exactly what the original one looked like and decided to purposely alter the colors.

Did the unknown know about Jason’s death and was purposely trying to emotionally compromise him by making it seem like he was the ghost of his son? Or was it possible this person was working for one of the various rogues in Gotham? If that was the case, which one? His mind immediately jumped to the Joker, but the man had been unusually quiet recently. There was also nothing overtly tying it to him which lowered that possibility. The Joker tended to take credit for his actions.

Perhaps he should change his focus and first determine whether or not this unknown, this Phantom, was working willing or being coerced into the role. The more he showed himself and interacted with them, the more likely he would slip and reveal clues to his identity and purpose. Bruce would just have to be patient for now.

…

A few days later, Bruce found himself in the Museum of Antiquities after following the newest round of clues from the Riddler. Some sort of contraption, this one based off a roulette, set up in one of the larger rooms. However, judging by how the Riddler was ranting while his men worked on it, the machine was malfunctioning. Due to his focus on the machine, he missed the brief movement behind him.

The meta was present. As he peeked out from behind one of the statues, he seemed to realize someone noticed him. Glancing up to where Bruce was hidden, the teen put a finger to his lips before quicky dashing towards another statue. This time, he made audible footsteps as he moved.

“Shit, was that Robin?” the one henchman noted as he moved to investigate the sound. Seeing his chance, Bruce moved from his stop and slowly began incapacitating the men from the shadows in rapid succession. It made capturing the Riddler far easier, even if the criminal grumbled about being sabotaged.

Intrigued by the statement, Bruce investigated the malfunctioning machine. After removing the cover to the control panel, he found what appeared to be a chestnut lodged between two of the gears. After properly disabling the machine, he removed the nut to discover clear evidence of someone purposely putting it there as a bullet was lodged in the center of it. The likelihood it found its way there without human involvement was astronomically low. And, if he wasn’t mistake, there appeared to be some sort of carving in both the bullet and the chestnut. Curious, he bagged it for further analysis.

Even though he knew it was unlikely, he also checked the area for any evidence the meta may have left. He had vanished from sight as soon as Bruce began to target the henchmen. Was it possible he was the one who sabotaged the machine? Yes, but the behavior didn’t match what he’d seen of him so far. That meant there was a chance of another unknown interfering with him in Gotham.

That chance increased to an absolute when he examined the chestnut in the cave. The word “famous” was carved in an arc above and below where the bullet, still in its casing, was lodged. Without it having been fired, no other identifying marks were on it. And on the casing, the Greek word “Outis”, which was often translated to “no one” or “nobody”, could be found. If it was a calling card, it was a baffling one. However, it did have a possible connection to the lotus drawing from the arms dealers due to its connection to “The Odyssey.”

In the epic, the main character, Odysseus, blinded a cyclops on his third stop on his journey home. Odysseus referred to himself as “Outis” during the event to prevent identification and retaliation. Also, the cyclops’ name, Polyphemus, could be translated as “famous.” Regarding the clue, the chestnut had to represent the eye while the bullet represented the flaming stake Odyssey used. It was rather clever.

Was this second unknown from Greece or just heavily interested in Greek myths? Was it possible the unknown believed he was on a journey much like Odysseus? If the latter was true, was it someone who only recently returned to Gotham? But, if those clues were truly related, why would the person help one group of criminals and sabotage another?

Between this unknown and the one who seemed to be impersonating his son, he had a lot of work to do.

Notes: So, this fic will be the death of me. If anyone sees any errors, let me know. This is not beta'ed.

At this point in time, Tim has not been adopted, and Cass and Steph haven't been introduced yet.

So, "The Odyssey" is an ancient Greek epic by Homer. It tells the story of Odysseus and his ten year journey home after the Trojan War. Each plant I used to represent the various stops made sense to me when I chose them.

After Troy, Odysseus' first stop was to the town of Ismara which was a Ciconian town. The Ciciones were stated to be a Thracian tribe, and the Thracians were found in parts of Bulgaria, Greece, and Turkey.

The Orpheus flower, also called the Resurrection flower, is primarily found in Bulgaria and in a small part of Greece. It was chosen due to it being found in the range where the Thracians used to be as well as the flower's association with resurrection as it can spring back to life after prolonged periods without water.

Stop 2 was the land of the Lotus eaters who actually used the plant as a recreational drug. This one is a bit clearer cut on symbolism. The lotus can also represent rebirth. As an interesting side note, there's not a clear agreement on whether or not this tribe was eating water-lily flower or other plants.

Stop 3 is probably the most famous stop, the island of the Cyclopes which is modernly believed to be Sicily. The Cyclopes Odysseus battled was named Polyphemus, which can be translated as famous. To trick the Cyclopes when he was blinded, Odysseus referred to himself as "Outis" which means "Nobody" or "No one" so that the cyclopes couldn't take revenge or ask someone to take revenge on his behalf. The chestnut sometimes symbolizes life, and Sicily has a famously huge and old horse chestnut tree. Horse chestnuts are actually poisonous to humans. A chestnut tree is also a little reference to "Jane Eyre" as well.

[mint-yooxgi]

Obsession - Epilogue

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 1,031

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the fifth day of ficmas, Jackie wrote for me~ So I think this is the first chaptered series I've ever completed on my blog in all the years I've been writing for it, omg!!! This makes me really happy, so I really hope it will for you too!! Left it a bit of an open ending, so you can decide which member it is in the end, hehehe. Hope you all enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated as always!!

Previous

Approximately two weeks have passed since that entire incident with the clones at the abandoned compound. To say your strike team has been acting different since then would be an understatement. Standing upon the platform overlooking the main base, your gaze trails over each area where a member of your strike team resides.

Currently, both Junmyeon and Jongdae are discussing plans on the best way to stake out a new coven of rogue witches that have appeared on your radar. Baekhyun is sharpening his blades off to the side. Sehun is being scolded by Yixing for aggravating his wound again while Minseok shakes his head at them amusedly from off to the side, and both Chanyeol and Jongin are playing cards at one of the side tables.

Looks like everything is back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be now.

“Hey,” turning your head, you see Kyungsoo walking up to you. “How are you holding up?”

You let out a small sigh, “about as well as you’d expect me to.”

“You seriously need a vacation after everything that’s happened to you recently,” Kyungsoo playfully nudges your arm as he comes to lean against the railing beside you.

“You’re telling me,” you reply. “I still feel like a bomb might go off at any moment, but their actions have really surprised me.

“Honestly,” Kyungsoo lets out a breath, turning around so his back is leaning against the railing now, “me too.”

That hour or so that you were trapped in that room by yourself felt like an eternity. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t break out of your restraints. By the time Jongdae found you, your wrists had been torn apart from the harshness of the bindings tying you down.

You still remember how it all happened.

As soon as you saw Jongdae enter that room, you held your breath, waiting for the inevitable to come. The whole situation was finally over, but at what costs? Was Jongdae going to keep you to himself now? Was everything truly over?

The first thing he did as soon as he reached you was slide your ring on your finger. Your breath had hitched, but probably not in the way he had hoped as he started to untie your restraints. You had said nothing, opting to remain silent as he untied your last binding.

As soon as you were free, you sprang up and away from him, guard on high alert as to what he may do next. Instead, the image that greeted you when you turned around shocked you. It still does, even when you think about it now.

Nothing but regret shone in his eyes, a downturned expression on his face as he angled his body away from you in shame. Even he remained silent, waiting for you to curse him out.

Your team seemed full of surprises that day. Considering each time you thought one of your members would leave their comrades behind to die, they proved you wrong. You think the biggest shock was seeing Junmyeon going back for an almost dead Baekhyun and carrying him back to safety aboard the hover ship.

They changed, and it looks like you weren’t the only one to notice.

“I’m sorry,” Jongdae’s words had caught you off guard, his voice small and barely more than a whisper. At that, he had finally lifted his gaze to meet your own. “This is our fault. All of it, but we are not our clones.”

You didn’t trust him for the moment - couldn’t. However, his words gave you hope. Hope that everything would be okay. Despite what you went through with them and their clones, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to lose them. They’re much too dear to you, anyways.

Not even a day after this whole incident, each of them sought you out or requested your presence, in Sehun’s case since he was bedridden and still recovering from the effects of the poison, to personally apologize to you. You allowed them to speak their piece, bluntly telling them you’d need a little bit of time to decide whether you were comfortable being alone around them once more. In the end, you still forgave them, though. Despite everything, you do care about them, just not in the ways they so badly had hoped; had wanted.

Soon, each of them had also informed you that they were all seeing therapists due to this whole incident. The last thing they want is a repeat of all of this, just with a worse outcome. Besides, if they want to still hold onto the hope that you’ll end up with one of them some day, they need to get better. Not just for their sake, but most importantly, for yours.

Perhaps you should follow in their footsteps and see one of your own. It certainly would help you deal with all of this trauma this past incident has left you with. As much as you love your strike team, your trust in them has gone significantly down. Perhaps it’s all for the best though. Nothing is meant to last forever.

Maybe you should get a cat or something in the meantime to help make you feel less lonely when you’re at home alone. At least then you’d have someone to watch over the house when you’re gone, considering you’ve decided not to move. It’s too much hassle, and led to a lot of complications before. You certainly don’t need that happening again.

“Don’t look now,” Kyungsoo’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts, turning to look at him in the next moment. You’ve noticed he’s standing once more in his original position, looking out at the compound just as you are doing. He tilts his chin in a certain direction, nothing but amusement shining behind his eyes, “but it looks like someone still has their eyes on you.”

Sure enough, when you turn to look in the direction he’s pointed you in, you see someone already staring at you. A smirk tugs at their lips, your eyes locking once more with that all too familiar gaze.