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elysianslove · 3 years

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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately

she knows.

does she?

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point.

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for?

his heard hurt. awfully. there’s already the constant worry of regulating his breathing around you and cleansing his thoughts of anything he’d seen of you the moment you meet, but this added dilemma is in no way helping. every day that you text him for a coffee date, or a night out after a rather stressful week, or a night in at your apartment, and he agrees, his mind diverts immediately to where it shouldn’t as soon as he lays eyes on you. and the worst part of it all is how aware he is of how wrong this is. he knows it’s wrong to choose the revealing shirt over the other when you ask him for his opinion, just because he wants that effortless glance at your cleavage. it’s also so wrong of him to give a higher rating to that obscenely short dress than that other, knee length one because of the way your thighs squeeze when you sit. it’s definitely wrong of him to offer clasping your anklet, the one he’d gotten for you, the one that had been the dead giveaway to your secret online persona, just because your legs feel so soft against the rough pads of his fingers, when he resists the urge to trail upwards, upwards, upwards—

it’s fucking ridiculous.

he can’t believe just how deep of a rabbit hole finding one of your videos is, how it’s impossible to climb out and away, and even worse, how he keeps falling deeper. the one time he decides to jerk off to porn. it’s really ridiculous.

about a week ago, three weeks after finding that video of yours someone had uploaded— which had been taken down because of copyright, and hajime personally thinks that’s fair, considering there’s a reason you pay people to watch your videos and look through your photos, otherwise you would’ve taken the liberty to post everything for free yourself— hajime gives in, and subscribes to you. it’s with a randomized account name, something he tried his very best to make as anonymous as possible, so that it would in no way lead back to him. he doesn’t check in on your account as often, also having taken the time to turn off notifications and not have anything sent to his email, and it’s mostly out of shame. he already feels dirty enough having seen this much of you, even more that he’s fantasized about you. he’s not about to make it worse for himself.

every once in a while, though, especially days where he’s sure he’s completely free of responsibilities, he logs on, and finds your page. it just so happens that tonight, you’re hosting a live stream. swallowing his pride and shame, literally so, he shifts on his bed, sitting up straighter, and clicks to join.

he’d been a little late apparently, because you’re already bare, sitting on a chair. your legs are lifted up, knees bent and hooked over the chair’s arms, the camera angled to show everything, from your cute eyes to the flesh of your ass. there’s a vibrator in your hand, buzzing lightly as it hovers by your clit, dipping between your folds, sliding back up again to rub lazily at your clit. beneath you, on the chair, is a small damp spot, leaking from your cunt. hajime stops himself before his jaw falls slack at the sight of you, and instead, he clears his throat, gritting his teeth and watching carefully.

you’re not so talkative during your videos, just exclamations of pleasure and (the most beautiful of) noises, so he hadn’t expected you to be during your lives. to his surprise, you are, and it’s filthy.

whimpering lightly, you press the vibrator harsher on your clit, your other hand traveling up to squeeze at your breast. “m’so needy,” you admit with a soft pout, adding, “want you to tell me what to do, mmh.”

he’s assuming the ‘you’ is the audience, whoever’s willing to speak up, and it’s then that he notices the chat option. his eyes flicker curiously to it, hands twitching where they sit fisted at his lap as he sees the chat explode with orders and commands and suggestions for you.

one writes, stuff urself full, and hajime gapes.

another commands, wanna see u cry tn, and hajime privately agrees.

someone else writes, gonna squirt princess?

hajime’s hands twitch again, and he frowns, digging his nails into his palms. you’re ignoring all the suggestions, and it’s obvious because you’re reading through them, mouthing some of them, giggling at some, curiously gasping, ‘oh,’ at others, eyebrow quirking. the vibrator trails down to your hole again, and you experimentally dip it inside slightly, shivering visibly as the vibrations rush through you, and the moment he hears you moan so loud, he thinks, fuck it, and his hands reach for his keyboard.

choke yourself.

fuck, fuck, fuck, he did not just do that.

his heart is racing embarrassingly fast beneath his ribcage, loud and pathetically deafening in his ears as he watches your eyes read through the rest of the messages, and you’ve stopped mouthing them, your eyes are widening— which one are you at now? are you just going to ignore him? why wouldn’t you? of course you—

“you’d like that, huh?” you teasingly slur, a lazy, cheeky grin painting your lips, your teeth biting down on your lower lip and your hand— your hand—

it’s trailing upwards, upwards, upwards, until it finds its way around your throat, resting lightly, and just as he sees your fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck slightly, carefully, you pout at the camera, looking straight at him, and asking, “like this, daddy?”

a low fuck wheezes past his lungs, and his hand quickly presses down at the bulge in his sweatpants, squeezing and rubbing at his clothed dick as he watches you, entranced. people watching you with him have taken to thanking him for the idea, and to praising you, calling you a good girl, cursing, rapidly typing out something along the lines of you’re so hot i wanna fuck you so bad, and god, hajime hates that he relates to something as stupid as that.

your hips roll and your head falls back, hand not once leaving your throat. if anything, your grip tightens. you click on the vibrator, and the buzzing becomes louder, your moans with it, as if you were competing. you cry and gasp and sob, writhing in your own hold, your thighs tensing and your hole clenching around nothing as you harshly rub the vibrator against your clit. your cunt gushes and drips as you bring yourself closer to your orgasm, as you cry out a string of, “m’gonna cum, so close, so close!” and a mixture of lewd curses, until finally, you cum. you’re sent over the edge, legs swinging on the chair, high pitched squeals falling from your lips— which hajime can’t decide are real or not, or whether he wants them to be or not. you thrash and cry, tears, as promised to some other watcher, dripping down your cheeks.

the last straw however, is your comedown from your high, sobs hiccuping and muscles twitching, eyes half closed and body limp as you mewl out, “hajime, hajime, hajime,” like you’re not even aware you’re doing it. like it’s subconscious.

hajime swears again, a deep, low, “fuck,” and looks down to find a damp spot on his lap. he really came from barely any friction, all because of you. this really is as ridiculous as it gets.

the next time he sees you, there are the faintest of bruises on your neck. it’s not so obvious that just anyone would notice, but ever since becoming hyperaware of everything that is you and everything that you do, it’s hard not to have them be the first thing he sees. to ensure that the atmosphere between the two of you remains easy, he flicks at your neck and tuts with a smirk, asking you jokingly if you were in your hoe phase.

“so vulgar, hajime,” you sarcastically retort, teasing him. “you like calling me mean things?” and he has to avert eye contact because all his walls crumble so quick.

it’s just the two of you tonight, in his apartment, all your other mutual friends having cancelled at one point or another. it’s not an unusual occurrence; more often than not, the two of you are alone. however, it’s been a while since you’d been alone, privately. a while meaning ever since hajime had discovered your side hustle of a sort. he hadn’t been purposely avoiding this— no, maybe he has, but to be fair, he’s still yet to recover from the initial shock.

it also doesn’t help that since today had meant to be a relaxing night in, you’re dressed casual, but in the hottest fucking way possible. he hopes he hadn’t been blushing as hard as he thinks, and feels, he was, when you’d first stepped into his home. on your hips is a short, black skirt, flowing out to your upper thighs, where just above your knees start a pair of dark thigh highs, squeezing at your thighs and accentuating your legs as you strut around his apartment, feet bare of any shoes or slippers. he can’t decide whether it’s cute or just plain hot. somehow, with you, it’s both. your shirt is off the shoulder, a dark, navy blue bardot, and beneath it, peeking out to rest at your collarbones, is a black bralette. he can barely just see the intricate lace designs, but it disappears and dips beneath your shirt before he can see more of it.

you’re spread out on the couch, laying along it on your stomach, a pillow tucked in your arms and beneath your head, your clothed legs bent and swinging up in the air. he sits right by you, thigh right by your head, his body as tense as ever. it’s impossible not to be you, not with you in such close proximity to him when only a few days ago he’d watched you make yourself cum, and had heard you whimper out his name after. who can blame him, really?

with your eyes trained on the screen, he hadn’t been expecting you to speak up.

“iwa, what type of porn do you watch?”

he nearly chokes, eyes widening as he spares you a glance. your legs continue to swing innocently, your eyes unmoving, your voice unwavering. the suddenness of the question certainly threw him off, but it’s your nonchalance that really shocks him. but, considering everything, it really shouldn’t have.

“uh, what?” he offers weakly, wincing slightly at the barely there crack in his voice.

you sigh, shifting to sit up. you plant yourself on your knees, spreading them apart slightly to get comfortable, and shrugging at him. “i’m just curious,” you say. “or,” your eyes squint cautiously, your head cocking to the side slightly, “do you not watch porn?”

challengingly, his arms lift up to cross at his chest, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes momentarily glance at the way his biceps bulge. it makes his confidence spike slightly, nervousness ebbing away. “what type of porn do you watch?”

you gasp dramatically, joking, “take a girl out to dinner first, my god.” he laughs, relaxing lightly at the banter, before his eyes fall back to you. you inch forward curiously, cautiously, still on your knees. now closer to him, you ask again, “seriously, i’m really curious! confirm my suspicions for me.”

“oh?” he quirks an eyebrow. “so you think you know?”

at this, you offer him a knowing smile, eyes slightly half lidded. you’re somehow even closer now, leaning towards him with your hands resting on the small space between you and him in the couch, helping you in lifting yourself up slightly on your knees as you say in a low voice, “baby, i think everyone knows.”

at the sight of you by his side, he feels himself shiver, and an idea invades his mind before he can even process it. “oh, do you now?” he’s not sure where this boldness is emerging from, especially with how cautious and shameful he’d been and felt for weeks now, but he accepts it either way, because the way you’re staring at him like that, he never wants to let it go. and although he wants to drag out this intense eye contact even longer, in order to do what he wants to do, he has to break it, reaching for his phone instead. unable to contain your curiosity, you peak over, watching with confusion as he types out a link.

the blood drains from your face when you recognize your page on his browser, and he’s logged on— he’s subscribed.

“what type of porn do i like to watch?” he wonders rhetorically. the phone is pushed aside, and he sits up straighter so that even on your knees, he looms over you. his eyes are skimming over you, along your body, up to your neck, to your lips, to your shocked, wide eyes. and just as his hand trails up to your throat, his palm resting at the base and one finger tapping lightly, he says, “the type where my favorite girl cries out my name when she cums for the world to see.”

the hand around your throat—

“you,” you breathe out, and finally, finally, when your brain makes sense of everything, your body relaxes, sags against him, leaning more into him until his hand’s properly wrapped around your throat.

with your mind hazing over, you reach over, and kiss him.

he meets you halfway, as if having expected it, lips pressing harshly against his. his hand tightens as he pulls you closer, lifting you up slightly and bringing you closer to him as his mouth parts, breathing you in, and kissing you deeper, lewder. you shiver and gasp, hands grasping at his wrist and forearm, not to push him away but rather to urge him closer, as you kiss him back just as eagerly. it seems like hours, with his hand around your neck, tight and a daunting reassurance, and your lips wet and hot against his, but eventually, his hand slides down, the other mirroring it, finding their way to your waist, squeezing and bunching at the skirt as he, with complete and utter and shocking ease, lifts you up off the couch.

you gasp as he stands up with you, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he pulls you to him. as he blindly walks the two of you to his bedroom, he breathlessly asks in between your kisses, “is this— you sure this is okay?”

with a sharp tug at his hair, you jokingly spit out, “iwa shut up.”

he tosses you onto the bed, allowing you a minute to strip yourself of your shirt while he slips out of his own, before quickly falling above you, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you again. “not iwa,” he quietly asks of you.

for a moment you’re confused, before everything clicks again— your slip ups— and your legs lift up, wrapping around his waist and pulling his hips closer to yours just as you mewl out, “hajime, please.”

god, he is way easier than he thought he was.

his entire body shudders above you, one hand lowering to push at your skirt to grind his hips down against yours until his clothed crotch meets your bare cunt and— holy fuck, holy fuck.

“fuck, you slut.”

you gasp at both his words and the feel of his bulge pressing down against your clit, his lips meeting your neck instead. “you do like calling me mean things,” you say, and he scoffs, his hand traveling upwards to squeeze at your breasts instead.

“you like me calling you mean things,” he notes, and you let out a muffled moan as he pinches at your nipples through the bralette, lips biting and sucking at your neck.

“i do,” you pant, arching up into him. “i do, i do.” his hands are fumbling at your chest, and god, they’re so large, so big and warm and harsh, it’s fogging up your brain.

“yeah, yeah, fucking whore,” he growls, pushing himself slightly on his knees, hands tugging at the bralette. his fingers dip past, gripping the fabric tightly, and as he says, “can’t fucking— take this shit— off,” he tears through it, knuckles whitening as he pulls it away from your body, or what’s left of it. the frills of the ruined bra fall off the edge of his bed, and he watches your wide eyes and gaping mouth follow it, so he grabs at your jaw, twisting your gaze away from it and grunting a low, “shut up.”

you pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily as you say, “that was so fucking hot, hajime,” before kissing him again. he parts his mouth as you lead him to you again, tongue easily meeting yours.

it’s a messy kiss as he slips himself out of his sweatpants, taking his boxers with it and discarding them somewhere in his room. his cock slaps against his stomach, a single string of precum messily staining his tan abs. your eyes are quick to gaze down, lips painted a dazzling grin as his hand finds his cock, squeezing at the head and smearing his precum along.

“knew you were fucking big,” you gasp, eyes trained on him as he strokes himself above you, and he is. he’s so big, thick and heavy, and veiny and your mouth waters at how that’s going to feel when inside of you, stretching you out so good, so much better than any of the toys you had at home. “i thought,” a squeal hiccups out of you as both of his hands grab at your hips from beneath your skirt, one sticky and warmer than the other, “about you all the time.”

your confession draws his attention, and when he’s pulled you close enough, two of his fingers trail to your cunt, quirking an, “oh?” just as he dips his fingers inside. the lack of resistance he’s met with is surprising, and he chokes out, “did you stretch yourself out before coming here? fuck yourself on some fake cock?”

tightlipped, you moan, brows furrowed and back arched into him. god, his fingers were not enough. “yes, yes,” you gasp, head falling back. despite not needing to, he still fingers you, his thick digits fucking into you slowly, driving you insane by the second. “yes, i— pretended t’was you,” you whine loudly. at your words, he curls his fingers inside of you, twisting his wrist and pressing his palm directly on your clit.

“do you always?” he lowly asks, dipping closer to you as he fucks his fingers deeper. his fingers were inside of you, the cunt he’d spent over a month marveling at through a screen, the pretty pussy his dick had drooled over for hours. you’re real, as real as ever beneath him falling apart, making a mess of your black skirt, drenching it with your arousal.

you moan out a hum, nodding dumbly as his fingers vibrate with the intensity of speed inside of you, your toes curling in your thigh highs and face twisting to press into his mattress. “always,” you cry out, like a promise. “always think of you— hajime!”

it’s an unexpected orgasm, hitting you so fast and quick that it’s outright dizzying. it has you lifting your hips up into his fingers and palm, grinding and trembling, your legs falling and spreading open, shaking wildly by your side and above you as he fucks you through the orgasm.

“hajime, hajime, hajime,” you chant, words trailing off into tiny sobs and shuddering breaths as your hips slowly fall back onto the bed, body still trembling with aftershocks.

you’re fucked out beyond words already that you genuinely don’t feel a thing until he’s pressing inside of you, the fat head of his cock stretching you out. he’s really no match for your toys, and if seeing him hadn’t been enough confirmation, the feel of him pressing inside of you definitely is. he doesn’t ease himself in slowly, urgently grabbing the back of your thighs with either hand, keeping your legs spread for him as he bottoms out.

“fuck, fuck, knew you’d feel so good,” he grunts, brows furrowed harshly as he digs his fingers deeper against the flesh of your thighs, forcing your legs closer to your chest, and somehow pushing himself even deeper within you. you whine and mewl, toes curling and uncurling and legs trembling. “knew it the moment i saw your pretty pussy creamin’ around that thick cock.”

at the reminder that he’s watched and witnessed you, multiple times, that he’s subscribed to you willingly and curiously, you clench down around him. you feel him twitch inside of you, groaning loudly as he falls closer to you, your legs falling to his waist.

“you like knowing i was watching you?” he sneers, his hand reaching up and gripping at your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pout on your lips. your eyes nearly fucking cross as he rams into you, his fingers digging into your jaw. “you like that i fucked my fist every night to you? to your pretty cunt and your pretty noises and your pretty face— yes, good girl, that one.”

your eyes do cross this time, spurred on by his words, your tongue peaking out through the small gap he allows with how harsh he’s gripping your face. he’s pushing out little mewls and cries from you, but otherwise, you quite honestly feel braindead.

“fuck, you’re a gorgeous little slut,” he gasps. “all mine to fuck and use.”

you’re quick to nod rapidly, whining and moaning for him as you grip at his biceps. you’re choking on your breath as you struggle to keep up with him while he fucks you into the mattress, so fucking hard and rough that you’re sure there’ll be an indentation of you once you leave. you can feel your cunt gushing, and you can hear it too, squelching loudly with every thrust of his hips, every time his cock fucks into you. your skirt feels sticky and gross, and so does the rest of you, but you’ve never, never, felt this euphoric, this blissed out.

your stomach tightens impossibly, the tension gradually increasing as your walls tightly squeeze and clench at his cock. slowly and surely, the pressure within you increases, your hands flying to hajime’s arm, the arm whose hand grips your face, which quickly moves to your throat at your simple gasping warning that you were close.

“gonna cum, gonna cum, hajime, fuck!”

he tightens his grip, pressing harsher on the sides of your neck as your eyes shut tightly, your head falling back once more.

“yeah, come on, show me how pretty you look cumming on a real cock,” he whispers by your ear, using the hand that’s around your throat to lift up your head, before roughly pushing it back down, squeezing tighter. “you like it this rough?— shit, shit, you’re tightening.”

you scream, voice cracking and broken as he slams into you again, his hips grinding against yours momentarily, pelvis hitting your clit— and you’re gone, thrashing in his hold, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you sob and heave, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him, hips shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. it’s not a few seconds later that he’s spilling inside of you, accidentally pressing his palm down against your throat as he cums, blocking your airway momentarily.

“hngh,” he gasps deeply, cock twitching inside of you as he cums, hips barely grinding. you’re gasping, a little painfully, struggling to take in any air as he blinks dazedly, before he finally takes notice. “shit, shit, i’m sorry.”

his hand flies away from your throat, and you inhale sharply, coughing lightly as air fills your lungs all too suddenly. the strength of this man, holy fuck.

“i’m so sorry; are you okay?”

chest still heaving, you fall onto the bed, body relaxing as you try and regulate your breathing. “s’okay, i’m okay,” you reassure him, hands reaching up to pat at his cheeks and comb through his messy, sweaty hair.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so endearing that you nearly forget he’s still inside of you. but you feel the shift of his cock, feel his cum slowly start to ooze out of your cunt, and he winces from the oversensitivity, shifting away to instead pull out of you. his soft cock falls from your cunt, a steady flow of his cum following. hajime has to physically resist from reaching out to fuck it back into you.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t careful ‘nough with the—“ he makes a gesture with his hands around his neck, “—the choking.”

you laugh lightly, tiredly, hands slowly caressing at his sweaty biceps. “stop apologizing,” you reassure him again, shrugging with a small smile as you add, “just be more careful next time.”

his breath gets caught in his chest, and he only softly exhales when he falls on the bed, to your side, carefully repeating, “next time.”

from beside him, you lift yourself up on your side on your elbow, palm cradling your head, trying your best not to wince in pain. “hajime?”

he spares you a glance as he mumbles, “hm?” opting to stare at the ceiling and contemplate whether what had just happened was real life or not.

“do you wanna do a video with me?”

he all but chokes.

end note; please this took me like 4+ hours. please please please don’t flop, and more importantly, i really hope i don’t disappoint. i know this has been a long awaited piece, so i’m praying and hoping you guys love it.

love you all, mwah <3

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut

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direstraitscomic · 2 years

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Dire Straits: in a very bad or difficult situation

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two years before The Robot War the RED team finds themselves in a bitter loosing streak against the BLU team who've somehow managed to procure a suspicious amount of fire power. With their tactics outmatched and the Administrators silence on the matter, the Mercs of the RED team grow exceedingly desperate. As their pay gets cut with each loss, and each fight getting more humiliating than the last they look to request the help of a third party. Through blind desperation this help comes from something most unforeseen. From something teetering on the very edge of mortal comprehension. Particularly from some poor bastard in the wrong place at the wrong time. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LOL YEP I'M STILL GOING WITH THIS. COMIC IS GETTING ONE MORE REVAMP. The final one god willing. More on the update under the cut!

So to provide a little context for those who've been waiting for this. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Real life stuff really came around and beat my ass. Currently, my situation is slowly getting worse but I refuse to stop now. The comic had to be put on hold because of how outdated it ended up getting. I did go back to revamp the pages before but I kept finding errors and inconsistencies that just didn't make sense. I feel this comic deserves the effort and I feel you guys deserve a good well-written story. Not only that, but Elly got her final redesign and it's a pretty heavy change. Throughout making this comic her back story changed three times. YES, THREE TIMES, because I kept finding shit that just did not make any fukin sense, some parts were terribly cliché and unoriginal that I ended up growing to hate and one was accidentally too similar to the plot of a game that, at the time, I was unfamiliar with(Maybe it was different enough to get away with I don't know I didn't want to take chances). I unfortunately am a bit of a perfectionist and have very high standards for my work; as shown by how many times models were changed between pages. This is partially due to the fact that she never had proper HWM sliders and setting models up for SFM is HELL. She kept breaking so she needed to be fixed up and given a simpler design to made her easier to operate. As of right now however, her appearance and narrative is set for good, she has HWM now, clean topology, cleaner textures and less bones. Not only that, but I had to make an entire map for this. That meant learning the ins and outs of the Hammer Editor, and gathering up a shit load of props. The Hammer editor (while very powerful) is a right pain in the ass to use, especially if you want a clean functional map.

This took quite longer than it needed to be. This is THE LAST TIME I am going back and redoing these pages, and this time I'm going to stick with it if it freaking kills me. I don't care if it's cringe. This comic means a lot to me as do the characters and those who've read it. Plus it's FUN and I'm allowed to have FUN Janet I wouldn't have been able to make this story if not for the help of @the-talon-ted-meem She well practically co-wrote it. Go give her love and spam her inbox with horrifying emojis or some shit Lastly, this comic is, in a way, made to commemorate Colin "Elliott" Wyckoff a.k.a Kitty0706. There's a lot I can say that's been said a thousand times already but he wanted us to laugh in his stead not be sad. In his honor, I'll help what he influenced live on for as long as I can. Pages will be uploaded weekly. Old pages will be probably deleted enmass soon unless people want to keep them. Then maybe I'll stuff them into a google drive link, I dunno

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 sfm #source filmmaker #comicart #comic covers #dire straits comic #dire straits #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Can I request Yandere Inosuke capturing Y/N? Y/N simply deals with him so she can live another day. But there comes a situation where Inosuke question what is a kiss and wants to try it on Y/N. So Y/N gets it over with...Now Inosuke have a new addiction which is for Y/N's kissesn.

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Inosuke Hashibira x Demon Slayer! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,1k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of abuse, isolation, forced affection, possessiveness

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Feral boar time! I made him aged-up if you don't mind.

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“Hold you, hurt you, love you, need you, love you, wrestle you down to the ground. Bite you, love you, hold you. I wanna kiss you.” - I Wanna Kiss You [Paula Cole]

You wouldn’t say that you were afraid of Inosuke, but you were afraid of him. He was simply too unpredictable, too chaotic, and too insensitive. Obviously, you couldn’t really blame his upbringing. He was raised by the boars, after all. It’d be understandable if he didn’t know much about manners or tact, or how to treat a lady properly. There were only so many things Tanjiro and Zenitsu could teach him – or drilled into his head – if he remained stubborn with his old ways.

And everything just got worse ever since he dated you.

… Well, not really. It was more like… he forced you to date him. You doubted what he felt for you was ‘love’, either.

As expected from a feral child, Inosuke was possessive and aggressive as a lover. Anyone who so much as looked at you would earn a growl from him, and you didn’t want to remember the number of times he almost punched every guy that talked to you had his friends weren’t there to restrain him. The two boys, and Oyakata, were probably the only people he allowed you to speak to. And even then, he forbade you from spending too much time with them, especially Zenitsu.

Little by little, Inosuke became the only person you could interact with.

His intense personality and restricting ‘rules’ eventually wore you down. You were stressed, physically, and mentally. Tanjiro had tried to comfort you, and even Nezuko had made a flower crown in an attempt to cheer you up, but none of them worked.

It’d never work unless Inosuke was gone from your life – from this world. However, knowing his fighting skills, you doubted anyone would want to dispose of him so easily.

It was the reason why you were unable to fight and train to your fullest. And it was also the reason for your downfall.

No longer did you fight to survive from demons. Instead, you fought to survive from his rage now.

And no, not the combat type. You were fully aware of the gap between your skills, as much as you hated to admit it. Rather, you stayed compliant. It was the cheapest and most humiliating tactic you ever did in your entire life, but anything was better than enduring his accidental abuse.

Though, sometimes, you wondered if he purposefully hit you. It wasn’t as if he knew how to be gentle, anyway.

But it seemed that life desired to make you suffer even more, because these past few days, you’d caught him staring at your lips for more than once.

You didn’t want to think about those lingering glances, because although you’d never dated anyone before, you knew what it meant – knew what it could possibly lead to.

And you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to give your first kiss to someone who had taken advantage of your near-death experience to lock you up in an abandoned cabin. You didn’t want to satisfy his curiosity over the taste of your lips. You didn’t want him to touch you more than a long, bone-crushing hug.

However, there was only so much you could do to prolong the inevitable.

“[Name], what is a kiss?”

You almost choked on your spit at his abrupt question. No, not this…! You weren’t ready to hear whatever he was about to say.

“It’s… it’s…” you stammered, cheeks flushing slightly as you racked your brain. What was the right answer that could both sate and deter him? “It’s an act of… pressing one’s lips… to another.”

“What?!” He reeled back, pure distaste contorted his pretty features. It wasn’t a response that you didn’t expect, but you welcomed nonetheless. “That’s disgusting! Why would anyone want to do that anyway?!”

Yes, it’ll be more disgusting if I have to do it with you, you said mentally.

Silence ensued. You shifted a little on your spot, trying to predict his next move. Should you excuse yourself to somewhere else? Should you stay inside? Inosuke looked like he was contemplating something, and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

“… Can I try it?”

It felt like something had knocked the air out of your lungs. Gaping, you stayed immobile as if hoping he’d forget that you were there. Inosuke was peering at you now, long eyelashes occasionally caressed his pink cheeks. He was embarrassed yet curious. Oh, God…!

“N-no, of course not.” Blinking owlishly, his expression slowly turned sour. Oh, no. Now you’d done it; you made him angry. That… that wasn’t good. You needed to escape if you wanted to retain your sanity and dignity.

But he was fast, and you weren’t even able to stand up before he pushed you to your back, uncaring of your squeak and groan. Firm hands gripped your wrists as pale green eyes bore down to your trembling ones, fierce yet bashful.

“You dare to disobey Inosuke-sama's order?!” he yelled to your sweating visage.

“N-no! Let me go, Inosuke!” You tried to wriggle and even head-butt him, but it was futile. His skull was thicker, and he was just too strong. “I don’t want to kiss you and I never will!”

Inosuke fell silent. You thought he finally came to his sense and release you, but you were terribly wrong.

A squeak went muffled against your mashed lips as he crashed his teeth against yours. Gradient blue hair tickled your face and pricked your stinging eyes. The tears that you’d tried so hard to contain trickled through your lashes and dripped on to the floorboard; one of the many tears you’d shed later.

After seconds that passed by too long, Inosuke withdrew slightly. He was huffing and panting, the blush had deepened into scarlet that covered nearly his entire visage. Despite being flustered by his own brazen action, he seemed satisfied. Euphoric, even. You didn’t want to see that smug expression any longer, so you closed your eyes and prayed he’d be gone by the time you opened them.

“Heh, that was quite surprising. Who would’ve thought something so disgusting could end up being so sweet?”

You didn’t know, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know. Maybe you’d feel it when that beloved someone kissed you; the delight, the pleasure, everything sweet that he wouldn’t be able to put into words.

But it was too late for that, wasn’t it?

It might sound pessimistic, but you truly thought you couldn’t be free. Not now, not ever. And unless someone finally took an initiative to save you, Inosuke would always keep you with him.

That was the only conclusion you could gather as he grinned down at you, his pearly white teeth bared and eyes dilated in a barely restrained joy. He was terrifying, then again, when has he didn’t look at you like he wanted to devour you whole?

“Again! Give me more kisses until I’m satisfied!”

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bloody-britt26 · 4 years

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I looove your Bede content!! May I get anything where Bede and reader are rivals, but his rival is just about the sweetest, most gentle and mellow girl out there? Like, she speaks softly and is overall very caring and she just completely disregards Bede's harsh words and insults. Maybe they even go way over her head? Bede genuinely admires her and has a crush on her, but you know, tsundere.

First of all, thank you so much! I absolutely adore Bede, so I love writing for him. Second, I made this pretty long to kind of make up for the lack of uploads lately, and also because this was so soft. Like, I just- 🥺💕

This is also more written in Bede's point of view.

🌸 Bede crushing on his sweetheart of a rival! 🌸

• When Bede first met you, it was at the opening ceremony at the Motostoke stadium, and it wasn't exactly the smoothest introduction on his part.

• Before being taken in by Opal, he put himself on the highest pedestal of importance. He thought so lowly of everyone.

• So, when you accidentally bumped your shoulder into his, he scoffed and snarled at you to watch where the hell you were going.

• You had apologized in the sincerest tone he had ever heard in his entire life before smoothing out the ruffles that you caused in his uniform.

• "Get your filthy hands off of me," he snarled, though you paid no mind to him.

• In fact, you simply pulled away with a satisfied nod and said in a soft yet cheery tone, "There, all good-looking for the ceremony!"

• Your comment had Bede at a loss for words. So, you introduced yourself to him and asked for his name. Of course, Bede scoffed at you, saying that he didn't have to tell you anything about him in a very rude tone.

• To his absolute bafflement, you simply smiled softly and nodded. "That's okay, you can tell me another time. See you!" You told him.

• He could only watch your retreating figure, nearly having visible question marks flying over his head. Oh well, it wasn't like you were going to be a recurring presence in his life.

• Ha! How wrong he was to think that.

• You encountered each other so often and battled each and every time you did. And, to his horror, you beat him every single time.

• And he didn't understand your behaviour towards him whatsoever.

• Every time you beat him, you gave Bede berries, revives or potions. You always told him that he fought well, that he obviously trained his pokémon very well.

• The compliments themselves were simple, yet the sincerity in your voice and eyes made his heart skip beats every single time.

• Of course, he would never admit to that. He would always hide his face in his pink coat for a few seconds to calm an upcoming blush to shrug off your compliments as if they meant nothing afterwards.

• You didn't only share medical items with him. You'd often give him little gifts and treasures here and there whenever you saw each other.

• Extra pearls in your bag? You were more than happy to give him some! Found a scrummy curry recipe? You shared it with him right away! Lucky enough to have extra Apricorn Poké Balls? Of course, you gave some to him!

• "Bede! I bought this Hatenna plushy the other day and thought of you... here you go!"

• He wasn't even sure what he thought of you. He thought that he saw you as a nuisance, a mere obstacle in his goals. But, he couldn't fool himself.

• You popped into Bede's mind more often than he cared to admit, and he couldn't help but wonder what you were doing at times.

• You were almost an enigma to him. Why were you so sweet to him at all times? Usually, his harsh words riled up opponents, which Bede loved doing. But you? Everything went over your head.

• Bede wasn't used to people showing him kindness, and he was almost weirded out by it. Especially when you displayed such a high level of it towards him.

• But... he found himself enjoying it. He had so many blossoming sensations around you: his stomach fluttered, his face burnt all the way to the tip of his ears and his heart slammed against his chest.

• He found himself seeking your praise and approval, though he would be mortified to admit it. He couldn't help it, the gentle and loving way you treated him was intoxicating. You were intoxicating, and he soon reluctantly accepted that he had a massive crush on you.

• He figured that his little crush on you would pass and that everything would return to normal, but it was not the case.

• He's had to compose himself often as he often caught himself openly staring at you, especially during battles.

• The more he paid attention to you, the more he realized just how utterly precious you were, how different you were from other trainers he's met.

• Whenever you released your pokémon to battle, you lovingly patted them and placed little kisses on their heads, telling them how much you believed in them.

• Sometimes, Bede couldn't help but envy your pokémon. He wanted those soft-looking lips of yours to plant sweet kisses on his face.

• And then he would shake his head, mentally scolding himself to get it together.

• He hated his own feelings, they were so distracting. Yet he couldn't help but notice little details about you that he hadn't in his previous encounters: cute little quirks, how you cringed whenever your pokémon took damage, and for some reason, he took notice of how you had the habit of rocking on your heels whenever you battled.

• Bede had given you his league card, accompanied by a snarky remark about how it was a gift for at least trying. His comment went, once again, over your head and you gratefully accepted it with a comment of your own that made him lose himself.

• "Aw... you look so handsome, Bede," you cooed.

• Bede could only mumble a small "Whatever" under his breath as he hastily made his getaway while you happily waved at him. His face burned with a crimson hue for a good few minutes as he distanced himself. He had never been called handsome before, and the girl who he had grown fond of just did.

• Everything fell apart for Bede in Stow-on-Side, where he made the mistake of destroying the mural. It hadn't been the smartest move on his part, but he sure didn't expect to be disowned by the very man he put all of his trust in.

• And you were there to see his fallout, which added to Bede's humiliation.

• Though you had different plans. You had begged the Chairman to give Bede a break, that he made a mistake but didn't deserve to be punished so harshly. You were so teary-eyed as you stood to Bede's defence, even more so when your pleas had fallen on deaf ears.

• Bede was admittedly grateful that you tried, that you were the only one who stood up for him. Bede had even whispered his thanks to you before being escorted back to Hammerlocke.

• And to his mortification, you had found him the next day in Hammerlocke when he was at his worst: completely lost and heartbroken.

• "What? Did you come to gawk at me now that I've been disqualified?" He threw at you, though even Bede didn't believe in his own facade at this point.

• You didn't either. Well, you had always seen passed the snarky show he put on ever since you first met him. But, it was especially true now: his eyes were red and puffy, having visibly cried some.

• You gently took his hands in yours, a split-second thought crossing his mind about how your touch was just as gentle as your personality.

• Then, you pulled him in a hug, completely catching him off guard. Bede was barely used to your general affection, but now you were giving him physical affection?

• His heart beat a mile a minute, yet it felt so right having you so close to him like that. His arms shakily wrapped around you, and he ended up resting his face in the crook of your neck as you whispered sweet things to him: how he deserved better, that you were always there for him, that it broke your heart to see him so upset.

• And when Bede was chosen by Opal to be the next Fairy-type gym leader, things admittedly took a turn for the better.

• Though he was so busy with training and didn't have much time to go out. He found himself missing you, not just battling you, but you in general. He craved your presence. You gave him the tenderness that he's never had in his life, but always wanted, and he missed it.

• He found himself tuning in to all of your matches on live television to see how you were doing.

• He must have had an admiration-filled look in his eyes whenever he did so because Opal quickly caught onto Bede's crush on you.

• Much to his dismay, Opal teased him a lot about his crush. It was in good fun though, she truly thought that the two of you would be great for each other. After all, Opal thought you were absolutely charming.

• When he got tired of missing you, he crashed the opening ceremony of the champion cup. He needed to see you and talk to you.

• And as he stood there, pouring his heart to you, he mentally cringed everytime a snarky remark escaped him. Old habits die hard.

• But, you had clamped your hands together, gave him the most heartwarming smile and said, "I missed you so much, Bede."

• And he was done.

• Had he not been a normally composed person, Bede would have melted on the spot.

• He wasn't even mad when he lost against you once more, he was genuinely happy that he got the chance to battle you and to prove himself to Galar.

• And when the two of you walked back to the locker room together, your sweetness didn't stop. You asked him how he's been, told him that you were so proud of him and that he looked happier than he ever had.

• It was at that moment that Bede blurted the one question that's always been on his mind: "Why are you so nice to me?"

• You chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and said, "I care about you a lot, and you deserve all of the love and happiness in the world. I hope that you'll let me give it to you."

• He barely tried to hide his blushing face, though he did look away from you as he clutched his chest. As you giggled at his behaviour, he couldn't help the small smile that appeared.

• After all, you had just asked him out in your own way.

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melancholydreadfuldream · 4 years

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deep end of a dream

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader & Ganger!Doctor x reader

Summary: You were in love with the Doctor but unfortunately the Doctor couldn't make up his mind between his feeling for you and for River. When an accident resulting in creation of another Doctor, will that be the answer everyone is hoping for?

Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes as usual, dark!doctor, etc. You have been warned.

More warning: English is not my first language so beware of the headache you will receive upon reading this.

"Y-you are leaving the Tardis? Where are you going?"

He smiled as he show you a vortex manipulator. "Cheap time travel but this will do. I can go anywhere anytime."

"B-but..." You felt unwillingness to part with him.

"Two doctors in one Tardis? That could never work out." The ganger Doctor turned stabilized said. "I can't stay here." He took a step toward you, taking one of your hands in his. "I was hoping you would come with me."

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

"I mean I know I'm not the real Doctor..."

"You are the Doctor." You insisted.

He smiled solemnly. "You told him before that you are leaving him...leaving the Tardis."

You did say that to the original Doctor before he took you and the Ponds to the flesh factory. You are done waiting for him, waiting for a man who could never love you properly.

"Come with me." The ganger Doctor pleaded.

You didn't know what to say.

7777

You have been with the Doctor longer than any other companion. You first met the Doctor in his tenth incarnation while he was with Rose. You soon fell in love with the Doctor but has to endure heartbreak as he only has eyes for Rose. After losing Rose, the Doctor dropped you at home and didn't come back for you for a long while. He said you are better off without him. You pleaded him to let you stay but he cruelly ignored you.

You met the Doctor on board of the valiant courtesy of the Master. The Master somehow found out about your feeling for the Doctor and use it against you and the Doctor. You were there as a hostage and as the Master's plaything. He likes to rub it that the Doctor doesn't love you. He basically outed your pathetic feeling for the Doctor.

It was a very long and painful year. You were forced to watch as the Master torture the Doctor, regressed him into a sort of aged creature and put him in a cage as added humiliation. You met Jack, an immortal and a former companion of the Doctor. He was a hostage as well and his fate is worst than you. The Master likes to be variable in his method of torture. And yet, Jack is brave and still laughed in face of repeated tortures and deaths.

Then you met Martha, the woman who walked the Earth, the storyteller, the one who saved the Doctor and the world. Like you, Martha was in love with the Doctor but the Doctor still hung up on Rose. After time is reset, Martha decided to stop travelling with the Doctor.

The Doctor apologized to you for getting you involved with his mess. You were sure he would turn you away again but instead he asked you to travel again with him and like the besotted fool you are, you agreed. But the two of you never talked about the elephant in the room which is your outed feeling for the Doctor. Both of you pretended that it didn't happen. But it was hard for you, traveling with the Doctor, interacting with him, discovering his many adorable quirk that made your feeling for him strengthen.

Eventually, Donna joined you and the Doctor. She recognized your feeling for the Doctor immediately and she is being supportive of you despite you telling her about your love rival, Rose.

During one of your routine adventure with Doctor and Donna, you met River Song. River seemed to know who you are and acted as if you and her are friends despite you have no idea who she is. You got jealous at how River confidently talked and keep up with the Doctor. You and Donna got uploaded inside CAL. After the Doctor saved everyone, you learned that River is dead and you felt guilty for being jealous of her before. That woman died to save everyone.

Donna often likes to push you and the Doctor together. During a visit at Midnight, Donna pushes you to take a trip with the Doctor instead of spending time at the spa with her. You got under thrall of an unknown creature that possessed another passenger and the Doctor had to save you from it while stopping the rest of the passengers from trying to have you thrown out of the cabin.

He kissed you and took the infection off you, rendering himself under the creature's thrall. You tried to save him too but it was futile. You tried to calm down everyone but it was like all of them has lost their rational mind. When you both finally survived the creature, you could only hugged each other in relief. You cried and accidentally tell him that you love him. But he was too distracted to respond.

Many things happened so fast after that. Earth got stolen and Rose come back. So you and the Doctor never got a chance to talk about it. You don't know whether to feel sad or relief, after all, knowing your feeling is unrequited. It hurts watching the Doctor and Rose reunited. You could see how much they love each other through their interaction.

Then, metacrisis Doctor Donna happened. After saving the universe, the Doctor left Rose and Metacrisis Doctor back on the paralel universe. You and the Doctor had to say goodbye to Donna whose memory got erased. You insisted of staying with the Doctor. You can't bear to let him be alone. Luckily, he didn't fight you about staying.

He was lonely still. You weren't enough for him. You know this. It hurts. You let him use you. He soaked in your love for him.

You stayed with him through his regeneration into the bow-tied man that you will eventually love too. Inside the crashing Tardis, you fell into the swimming pool and got a concussion for it. The newly-regenerated Doctor is very worried for you.

You were wary of the new Doctor but he was very affectionate with you. He fussed over you. He treated your head wound. You eventually accepted that he is still the Doctor you know, just a little bit difference, well, a lot difference.

The Doctor invited Amy to board the Tardis. You and Amy get along alright. She notices immediately about your feeling for the Doctor. You are wondering if you are really bad to keep your feeling a secret if anyone could know immediately.

This version of the Doctor really is too affectionate. He loves hugging or taking your hand in his firmly. Sometimes you could almost believe he is flirting with you. But, of course, the Doctor remained vague regarding your relationship. You might be making a mistake by staying. As you expected, the more you know this new Doctor, the more your feeling for him grow even more, one might say it was like a cancer.

You and the Doctor met River again. Your heart is broken again when you heard the Doctor confirmed Amy's teasing that River is indeed his future wife. But the threat of the weeping angels distracted you enough from letting yourself drown in misery.

River is very nice with you, still saying that you and her are friends. When you two are alone, you decided to ask whether she is really married to the Doctor. She only gave you a really annoyingly vague answer.

You are done. You wanted to leave the Doctor. You will not stay and pined for a married man. But River seemed to figure out your line of thinking and pleaded you to stay. She said the Doctor need you and that someday you will have to save the Doctor. You don't know if she is lying however you have no choice but to stay in case she really is saying the truth.

Afterward you tried to keep your distant with the Doctor. Both the Doctor and Amy noticed. Amy tried to comfort you, knowing your reasoning.

Rory eventually joined inside the Tardis too. It's getting kind of crowded in the Tardis but you didn't mind. You also get along nice with Rory.

While the Doctor and Amy are kind a bit reckless, you and Rory become their voice of reason...somewhat. You would even said you and Rory are probably the sane ones. The Doctor and Amy would jump and greet dangers together while laughing a bit like maniac. They often ganged up against you and Rory, calling you both the boring ones.

7777

"The Doctor is a selfish old man. You will be waiting for a long time for him, poor little (name)." The Dream Lord had mocked you. "And he will let you wait for him instead of letting you go. He is that cruel."

You hated that everyone seemed to know your feeling for the Doctor.

"You are right, little (name), he is like a cancer. You better run before he takes over you completely." He said.

He is reading your mind. How can he be reading your mind like this?

"But I suppose, it was already too late for you, eh?"

When they finally defeated the Dream Lord, you can't help but wonder if the Doctor can read other people's mind after he admitted that the Dream Lord is in fact a darker version of himself.

7777

Tears falling from your cheeks as you watched the somewhat weary Doctor sitting inside Pandorica, readying himself to fly toward the exploding Tardis.

River had explained that when he did that, he will be erased from time. You can't accept that but it is not like your opinion matters to him.

The Doctor looked a bit sad when you said that to him. "You always matters to me and I do listen to you but in this case, you know it is the only way."

You wiped your tears furiously. "River said you can't come back...that you will be trapped on the wrong side... We would have never met at all." You whispered with a crack in your voice as more tears falling from your cheeks.

He smiled as he put a hand over your cheek. "Oh, my dearest (name)...I'm sorry...It seemed that I always ended up hurting you..."

You blinked at him in confusion before you realized he was talking about your feeling for him. You tried to smile. "It's alright, Doctor, I know you don't feel the same for me. I'm just glad that you let me stay. Being with you..."

"...is hurting you and yet you stays with me through everything..." The Doctor cut in. He looked at you with a sad look. "I don't deserve you."

You shook your head at that. "Don't say that. It was my choice to stay with you. You show me the wonder of the universe and more. I would always be grateful for that. I love you, Doctor, I'm not sorry that I do and...you shouldn't either. I don't regret you so please don't..." You trailed.

He smiled as he drew you closer and kissed your forehead. "Live a good life, my (name), find your happiness no matter what happen..." He murmured to you.

You left him and told Amy to go to the Doctor.

"People fall out of the world sometimes, but they- they always leave traces, little things you can't quite account for. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely, and, if something can be remembered, it can come back." You heard him says that to Amy.

River stood by your side. She was staring at the Doctor and Amy with a solemn look. Her eyes are glassy.

"It will be alright. He will come back." You said to her suddenly. You don't know why you said that. Maybe your faith in the Doctor is still strong, making you believe that he will overcome this and you need to share that faith with those who love him as you do.

River looked surprised at your words. She smiled kindly at you and took one of your hand in hers.

The world exploded and rebooted. Everything felt like it was spiraled out of your control. When you come to, you were sitting in your favorite park bench with a book in your hands. You blinked as you tried to shake off the feeling of loss and grief within your heart but you have no idea why you felt like that.

As you stared blankly at space, you heard the wheezing sound of the Tardis. At first, you are confused as you no longer recognized that sound. Then the blue box appeared a few feet away from you and your memory started to return. You dropped your book as you stood up and walked cautiously toward the box.

The Doctor, dressed in a suit and a top hat, walked out of the Tardis. "Come on, (name), we will miss Amy and Rory's wedding." He said.

"Doctor?" You whispered.

He smiled brightly at you.

You walked toward him and tentatively touched his arms as if wanting to make sure he is real. Tears filled your eyes once more and you hugged him tight. He hugged you back, rubbed your back in gesture of comfort before he pulled you inside the Tardis.

He explained to you how Amy brought him back just as he predicted. He had just been crashing the Pond's reception and he was trying to move the Tardis out of the ballroom for space. It was then he come back for you.

As you got out of the Tardis and into the ballroom with the Doctor, Amy grinned and pulled you into a hug. "I'm so glad you are here, (name)." she said.

You smiled at both Amy and Rory. You complimented her. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress. The two of you had a good laugh when you both saw how the Doctor danced a giraffe dance with the kids.

You smiled fondly as you watched Amy and Rory danced together. You are glad that they have got their happy ending.

The Doctor stood beside you with a fond smile. "2000 years. The boy who waited." He said.

You noticed River outside the windows, smiling and then leaving. You told the Doctor that you saw her and the Doctor goes to her, saying something about having to return her diary to her. You watched him go with a somewhat bittersweet smile.

7777

The Doctor invited you to watch his death in Lake Silencio. How can he be this cruel? Both you and Amy can't cope, seeing his painful death. Rory and River are the ones who still did as the Doctor told, still wanting to complete the mission given to them.

Then a younger version of the Doctor appeared before you screwing your mind even more. River explained it to you and the Ponds regarding the Doctor and the rule of time. She made you and the Ponds swore never to tell the Doctor about his death back in Lake Silencio.

In America, you have another talk with River. She insinuated that the Doctor has feeling for both you and River. But you already know that the Doctor would never pick you so why are you still insist to stay with him? Are you really this foolish? He is stringing you along just like the Dream Lord said. Are you this pathetic that you will let him do that forever?

You made up your mind about leaving the Doctor and the Tardis. It was time you stop waiting for a man who would never love you properly. You felt a bit guilty about leaving the Ponds to deal with the upcoming death of the Doctor but you found you no longer can stand be around him anymore.

You told the Doctor about leaving. He look like a sad kicked puppy much to your guilt. He convinced you to stay until he can give you a proper last hurrah.

Next thing you know, there are two Doctors, one of them is a ganger. You tried to keep your distance from both Doctors. You thought it was the only way for you to leave, stop caring for the Doctor, harden your heart. But you found you couldn't ignore the Doctor especially in the face of death so when the original Doctor decided to let the ganger Doctor stay behind to die, your mind just flashed back into that dreadful day at Lake Silencio and you just 'nope' so bad as you lost your marble and forced the ganger Doctor to come on board of the Tardis.

Of course you know, the ganger Doctor is just that, a ganger but the original Doctor is the one who treated the ganger as something more and now he's just gonna let him die? The Doctor is the one who said a ganger has all their counterpart's memories. The ganger Doctor is essentially the Doctor too, so how can you let him die?

You pleaded like crazy with the ganger Doctor not to sacrifice himself. The ganger Doctor tried to get you to go with the original Doctor, telling you that your Doctor is safe with you but there is no reasoning with you. He eventually relents when you gave him ultimatum to get inside the Tardis or you stay here with him and die together. Deep down, you were yelling at your stupidity but you could only feel relieved when he finally surrender to your wish for him to stay alive.

You heard the Doctor telling all the gangers on board of the Tardis about how the energy inside the time ship will stabilized them and made them a real person. You wondered if the ganger Doctor is a full Time Lord or become a human but you didn't ask, still in somewhat shock state. You wondered what the original Doctor must think of you and how the ganger Doctor will fit in the Tardis. Maybe you messed this up but you could hardly regret the Doctor, any Doctor, for long.

There is no time to concern with the issue of ganger Doctor though when both Doctors finally revealed the truth about Amy being a ganger too.

7777

After rescuing Amy and losing baby Melody and to finding out River is Melody, you could finally have time to yourself. You wondered if leaving the Doctor is still something you wanted.

River is on board of the Tardis and shamelessly flirted with both Doctors.

You snorted to yourself. What were you thinking? Now that there are two Doctors, one of them will choose you? How stupid you can be? There is part of you who now wonder which Doctor died in that Lake Silencio, the original or the ganger? You wondered if your motive of rescuing ganger Doctor is as shallow as hoping one of them will pick you or as cruel as to have replacement Doctor to face death in Lake Silencio. But it was hardly your problem now. You decided you still have to leave.

That's when the ganger Doctor come to you with his proposition. "Come with me, (name)." He pleaded.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. "W-why?"

He smiled. "I am alive because of you. Is it a wonder I would like to spend the rest of my life with you?"

"B-but..." You wanted to ask him about River but your mind stop you short. That was probably not a nice thing to ask. Of course, River will get to be with the original. The Doctor and River Song in the Tardis. You were always the spare and now it seemed this Doctor is too.

He looked insecure now. "I understand if you didn't want to. I just want a chance to be the man that you deserve."

Without thinking, you pulled him closer and kissed him. As you broke the kiss, he stared at you solemnly before suddenly burst into adorable giggle which in turn make you smile.

7777

The ganger Doctor switched his name into John Noble. You smiled at his chosen surname in honor of Donna Noble.

You and John traveled the universe every time you can but it was limited due to the limited ability of the vortex manipulator. He was working on making a better and safer version of vortex manipulator though.

You both picked a place to be called home since you both got no Tardis as home-base. He made your dream house, a small cottage with white picket fence and he even got you a dog.

"How did you even get all of this?" You asked.

"I am still technically the Doctor, you know. I have friends in high place." He said as he made a motion with his hands.

You laughed as you hugged your new pet companion. You and John had a funny banter about naming the dog. John insisted that he speaks dog and the dog wanted to be called some silly, really long name.

7777

You eventually married John. It was hard at first as you were still riddled with insecurity, believing that he will somehow grew tired of you and left on his own. He had assured you many times that he would never abandon you. He murmured about how he can hardly believe that the other Doctor actually let you go with him. You asked him what he is talking about but he distracted you with hug and kisses. You eventually believe him and accepted his marriage proposal.

"I wanted to grow old with you." He told you.

That honestly the nicest thing the Doctor ever said to you, well, technically it wasn't really the Doctor who said it. it was John. Suddenly your mind flashed back into Rose and metacrisis Doctor. Were the two of you similar to them in some way?

You have a happy marriage with John. There were some up and down. He, in some way, is the Doctor so naturally he can't quite cope to stay in one place too long. Sometimes he took you to sightseeing and have your own adventure which thankfully does not include some deathly crisis. Sometimes he goes on his own, those days are hard for you, worrying he will not come back for you.

One day, he returned home injured. He was not alone. Jack Harkness is with him. You were surprised to see him again and really scared upon seeing the injured John. Apparently someone thought John is the Doctor and attempted to kill him. Had it not for Jack, he would have died. Thankfully, his injury is not fatal. In fact, one might say, he is quite lucky. You know John still have some Time Lord qualities in him, he can't regenerate but he has a somewhat rapid healing ability.

Tears fell on your cheeks as you repeatedly punched John in his arms much to his dismay. "You are grounded forever, you jerk!" You yelled.

Jack is amused as he watched your interaction with John before the smile slide off his face. "You two need to hid. The world, right now, is against the Doctor and John having his face will not help his case."

"What do you mean? What happened?" You demanded.

Jack and John exchanged a look with each other.

"It's the Doctor." Jack said grimly. "He did something."

"Did what? What are you talking about?" You asked suddenly feeling scared on top of all the confusion.

"He is not the Doctor we used to know any longer, (name). He's changed. And I didn't mean he regenerated and has a change of personality again. I mean, he's changed." John said.

You stared at John. "You met him?"

John shook his head. "I didn't. But I saw the trail of destruction he left behind." He said grimly.

You stared blankly at your husband. "I'm sorry, did you just say a trail of destruction?"

John and Jack nodded somberly at you.

"No, you're wrong. We are talking about the Doctor here. He is not..."

"You don't know the Doctor as much as you think you do, (name)." John replied.

"But... John, you believe that the Doctor...you are capable of this...??"

"Well..." John laughed harshly. "...we didn't get the name oncoming storm for nothing you know..."

You shook your head. "No. Something must have happened to him. Maybe someone controlled his mind. He would not do whatever it is you think he did." You stubbornly said.

"(name)..." John called out with a sigh.

"No!" You left your husband and Jack as you went into the garden.

You walked back and forth as you tried to come to term with what John had said. You picked up your smartphone and your fingers hovered over the Doctor's Tardis number. You bit your lips and you called him on your phone.

John suddenly pulled your phone out of your hand and smashed it into the ground.

"John, what the hell!!" You were angry but when you saw his expression which is a mixture of anger and fear, you become speechless.

Jack entered the garden and told the both of you to run before the Doctor come for you both.

John nodded grimly as he grabbed his vortex manipulator and sonic screwdriver before turning to you and said, "I know you are afraid, (name) but you have to trust me. Please trust me." He cupped your face as he is pleading for you to believe him.

"I do trust you, John." You replied.

"Then you have to believe me. The Doctor is dangerous. He's a changed. And now we need to run before he came for us."

"He would not hurt us!" You said, almost offended.

John look saddened. "Maybe before. Now, I'm not so sure."

What could possibly happened to the Doctor? You were very curious but also very afraid especially as you watched John loses his cool with each passing moments.

7777

You went on the run with John. He had used perception filter on the both of you. The people of the whole world is afraid of the Doctor but also they were trying to kill him. Since John had his face and everything, people might targeted him or might try to use him against the Doctor. He does has his memories. He could be a threat but mostly to the Doctor. As you realized this, you are very afraid for John.

While on the run, you started to find out exactly what you feared that the Doctor has somehow turned evil and has set many planet on the course of destruction. You wanted to cry. What happened to the Doctor for him to change this much? John had told you about a prophecy of the Valeyard, a version of the Doctor turned evil, and now it seemed the prophecy is finally here.

You are scared, wondering if your life with John will ever be safe again. There were a few times, people are able to see past the perception filter and that few times almost cost John his life. You almost hated the Doctor for putting you and John in deep end like this.

You and John eventually found a safe place to stay. Each night you hugged him tight, afraid that you will lose him for good.

7777

You put out the grocery on the table at the small house you and John rented. You thought this day would come and goes as usual (it wasn't good but slightly okay) but of course the universe seemed to conspire against your happiness because as you went into the living room, you saw the Tardis. You gasped, feeling like someone just punch you in the gut.

"Hello, my dearest (name)."

You slowly turned around to face the Doctor. He was wearing a dark purple suit. His eyes looked weary but he was smiling at you like an old friend. "D-Doctor..."

"You looked good. John has taken a good care of you." He said with approval.

"John, where is he? What did you do to him?" You demanded.

"John is safe...for now."

You flinched at that. "W-what do you want, Doctor?"

He smiled as he walked toward you. His hand hovered over your cheek before settling to touch your hair instead. "I miss my best friend. Just pop up for a visit."

You are shaking and he noticed it.

He smiled in amusement but his eyes looked sad. "Seemed like you have heard some stories about me then..."

You took a step back away from him. "Please just leave me and John alone."

"I would if I could, dearest (name), but John had to go against me after everything I did for him." The Doctor said with disdain. "Gave him my first face and then he dare to go up against me?"

"W-what?"

The Doctor hummed. "I guess you didn't know."

"Know what?"

"That John has been aiding the resistance against me."

You froze. John never told you that. He was always with you most of the time. How can he be aiding the resistance? But then again, part of you are not really surprised. John is the Doctor, after all, at least the part of the Doctor that is good. Is it a wonder that he will try to save the world from his other self? But you also want to slap him silly for putting himself in danger.

"Don't hurt him." You begged. "Please don't hurt him."

The Doctor tiled his head, observing you. "You love him." He sighed. "I guess you do since you left me and married the man."

You flinched again at what he is insinuating. "You had your chance. You choose River. He choose me."

"I know."

"Doctor, what happened to you?"

The Doctor laughed harshly. "Life, I guess. I lost the Ponds and I send River to the library a long time ago. Got a new companion. Clara Oswald. That impossible girl. You would have love her, (name), always keeping me on my toes, just like River." He looked sad now. "Always saving me, just like River. She splintered herself, you know, just to save my life. Having to be reborn again and again and died for the Doctor. I saved the original but I lost her again."

"What happened to her?" You asked.

"They took her from me and made it impossible for me to save her. I made them pay for what they did." He said with a faraway look on his face. "I've lost so much." He whispered sadly. "No more." He added grimly before turning his intense gaze on you.

You flinched under his gaze.

"Come with me."

"W-what?"

"I need you, (name). You have always been there for me before. I hurt you so many times, ignoring your feeling for me, taking you for granted...and now I can’t stand be apart from you any longer."

You shook your head. "N-no. I can't be with you. I'm with John now."

He looked sad when you said that and then a darker expression crossed his features. "You are happy with a cheap copy?" He laughed mockingly at you.

You glared at him. "He's not a cheap copy! He is a better man than you are!"

The Doctor laughed again and stopped short. "I know."

You stared at him in confusion with the way he acted. He said something cruel and the next he looked remorseful.

"I would have like for you to come quietly with me. I guess I have no choice." He said as he pulled a sonic screwdriver at you.

You recognized the sonic screwdriver as John's. You felt sudden fear for John. "What did you do? Doctor, what did you do to him?"

He snapped his fingers as the Tardis door suddenly opened. "Go ahead. He's in there."

You were hesitate at first but at the mention of John, you quickly went inside. You saw John on the Tardis floor, groaning in pain. "John!" You called out as you bend your knees near him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Tears started to fell from your cheeks again.

"(name), run..." John whispered at you.

The Doctor went inside the Tardis but remaining standing on the doorway. He gazed at both you and John flatly.

"What did you do to him?" You demanded.

"Oh, I just reverse him. Your husband will turn into a yogurt again soon." The Doctor chuckled cruelly. "Funny that, yogurt..."

"Stop it! Just stop it! What do you want?!" You yelled.

"I told you what I want, (name)."

"What could you possibly want from me? Why are you doing this?"

He hummed. "You were always so loyal to me, (name). Back when I was sand-shoes, he treated you badly and still you stayed throughout his remaining life. You also stayed for me despite having a hard time to accept that I am still the Doctor, despite knowing what River is to me. That's why I allowed you to save him. That's why I allowed you to leave me for him. You deserve better." He said as he moved toward you, kneeling before you and cupped your face. "The first face this face saw... You are very dear to me, (name). I thought I could give you the same thing sand-shoes gave Rose. But now I realized I couldn't just let you go." He sighed. "The Dream Lord is right to warn you, (name), should have run from me. And now, I can't just let you go any longer."

"Doctor, please...don't do this."

The Doctor released you and stand up moving away from you. "So, I'm going to give you a choice, stay with me and I save your yogurt husband or refused me and well, he's yogurt...but I will still take you with me anyway." He chuckled. "Not much a choice I guess."

You glared hatefully at him. You turned to John in sorrow. "Fine. You win. Save him and I will go with you. But you have to leave him alone. No turning him back into a ganger."

"Deal." The Doctor grinned boyishly at you. You used to love that grin but now all you felt is hollow. He raised a hand toward you.

"Please let me say goodbye to him first."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Make it quick."

John groaned as the Doctor sonic-ed him into a stable condition. "(name), what did you do?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." You whispered to him. "I have to go with him."

John's eyes widened in fear. "No, (name), he is not himself. He is dangerous."

"I know, I have no choice. He will turned you back into a ganger otherwise. Can he really do that?"

John nodded in forlorn. "Unfortunately we are smart enough to do that."

The Doctor snorted at that.

You glared at him, demanding privacy and to your surprise, he did leave. You turned back to John. "At this rate, you have to become the Doctor that the world needs, John. He told me about the resistance."

"I'm sorry. I was careless. He found out."

You shook your head. "Then you have to be better, John. You have to. You are so much more than him." You said as you caressed his cheek lovingly. "I love you."

John pulled you close and kissed you.

"Alright, that's enough." The Doctor said.

You reluctantly stood up and leave John to stand by the Doctor's side. You glanced at the Doctor. "Give me your words that you will not harm him ever again."

"I promise as long as you stay with me, John Noble will be safe."

You watched as the Doctor moved around the console, readying the Tardis for take off, leaving John behind.

7777

He acted too hard to be like the way it was before, pretending to be the Doctor and his companion traveling the universe, except the universe hates him now. And to you, he was no longer your friend or the man you used to loved. You yearned to be with John but you know you can't.

He started acting like he was John. He took you on a date night, gave you chocolate and flowers. You played along to his whims, dressed in his chosen dress, dance with him and let him kiss you. Thankfully, he didn't demand you to have sex with him. You couldn't cope otherwise. But he made you sleep in the same bed as him in a room he choose to be yours and his now.

He took you out sightseeing so many times. He even took you to a villain gala. You didn't even know that was a thing. You felt sick how the guests of that ball greeted the Doctor as if he is the star of the show or something. It was there you first met Missy. The Doctor introduced her to you and told you that Missy is actually Mistress, another name for the Master. You can hardly believe that the Doctor is actually in a good speaking term with the Master, the man that used to torture the previous Doctor back on the Valiant during the year that never was.

Missy recognized you and predictably mocked you and your situation. You were furious when you learned she is the reason why John got caught by the Doctor. But it's not like you can do anything to her. You were mad and you left the Doctor's side. You refused to be taken to this sort of party. Despite angry at you for disobeying, he agreed not to take you to a villain gala again.

"I meant I know you are always so attached with your pets, Doctor, but this is ridiculous. Sooner or later, you will lose her too, she is only human after all." You heard Missy said to the Doctor.

The dark expression that crossed his feature made you really, really nervous.

7777

You pleaded the Doctor not to force immortality on you but he ignored you.

With the help of Missy, the Doctor got his hand on a drug or some technology that can prolong your life. He insisted to make you immortal just like Jack. He said he didn't want to lose you. He said he won't let anyone take you from him. Honestly, he made you very afraid.

And then he took you to a planet called Trenzalore where he released Gallifrey upon the universe. He didn't care that the planet got burn in the fight between Gallifrey and its enemies. With the help of the Doctor, if you can even called him that anymore, Gallifrey won. The Doctor was given a new set of regeneration as a reward from Rassilion. He thanked him for the reward and then proceed to kill him, proclaiming himself as the new president of Gallifrey.

After getting what he wanted from Gallifrey, he left the planet alone and took you back into the Tardis.

You couldn't believe him. He just do all those cruel things without blinking, not an ounce of remorse in him. Was the Doctor truly lost forever? And this man, he still claimed to be the Doctor, undoing the real Doctor's life work by turning everything upside down and burn down everything good. He found glee in soiling the name 'Doctor'.

And yet what it is with his obsession with you? He never care about you to that point before. Missy eventually explained what being the first face an incarnation saw meant. You finally got what you wanted, a special place in the Doctor's hearts, but why does it has to be like this?

Missy offered you a way to escape but you were suspicious about her intention. "Frankly I don't care whether you stay with the Doctor or not as long as you and him continue to provide me with entertainment. Sure, I could help you escape him without him ever knowing I help you. But you should know, he would never stop searching for you if you do. He would even burn planet after planet just to get to you. It would be fun to watch, well, for me anyway." She said.

How can you tried to escape when the price of freedom is other planet and its people dying because of you? You are not a martyr but even so you are not that selfish. And so you stayed by his side, trying your best to rein him in when possible. You learned he is willing to be merciful in your presence. You took full advantage of it in hope to save some.

You thought of John. He was your only hope. You hope he could somehow save the world but if he can't, you can only hope he will be okay wherever he is. As you thought of your immortality, you couldn't help but cry. You were supposed to grow old with John. You don't even know how many years has passed since last you saw him.

7777

Hope resurfaced within you when you heard news about John being active in resistance, outsmarting the Doctor in his scheme. You only found out because the Doctor lost his marble after being outsmarted by John.

"I should have turn him back into a yogurt..." He said begrudgingly.

You glared at him. "You made a promise to me, don't you dare break it."

"Given the chance, you would have run back to him, wouldn't you? Perhaps I should make sure that you won't have anyone to return to but me." He said with a cruel smirk.

"I am here with you as you wanted. Don't you dare harm John."

"Fine, I won't." He said but the look in his eyes made you suspicious.

"You are not allowed to scheme against him!"

"Oh, my dearest (name), don't you worry about me hurting that yogurt husband of yours. I won't need to lift a finger against him. I know someone who would very much like to do it." He said. "She has always hated my old-self. She would probably have as much fun as me to rile him up. John Noble, the stand-in Doctor."

You realized he was talking about Missy. You froze in fear. "No, make her stop."

"No one can stop Missy once she set her eyes on something. She has always been stubborn especially when it comes to me." He said with a smirk. "But, hey, don't worry, John is basically me, right? He will do fine."

"I hate you." You said.

His smirk faltered.

You turned around and left him in the console room.

7777

You were forced to watch another planet he conquered just because of boredom. He proclaimed himself as King and you his Queen. It was all very stupid, in your opinion. He made you wear a stupid crown proclaiming that crowns are cool. When he said that, you just remembered the old Doctor who kept telling everyone how bow-ties or fezzes are cool. It made you miss the Doctor terribly.

This version of the Doctor, once in a while, made you wondered if the old Doctor still resides within him deep inside but then whenever he did, he would started acting up and did something horrible to someone else as if making up for showing weakness.

You were once attacked by a member of resistance. You thought they hope to hurt the Doctor by killing you. But by then, you were already turned as an immortal by the Doctor. The Doctor was so furious and there is nothing you can do to make him show mercy. He lets loose the oncoming storm toward those who conspire against him in retaliation. After that, once you were both at your room, he would hug you tight and won't let go as if he is fearing that you will disappear. It made you think how lonely and sad he must be. You hugged him back.

He tricked you into marrying him, dangling the fate of a planet to do it. "I'm going to give you something that John didn't." You were very confused with what he meant. "I'm going to give you my name."

Your eyes widened in shock. River is the only one who know his name before. Why is he doing this? What was the point? You were very frustrated. "John Noble is the only name that matter to me." You said.

He ignored you, forcing you instead to follow some Gallifreyan ritual.

"Smile for the camera, dearest (name)." The Doctor whispered to you. "I'm sure that yogurt husband of yours is watching us got married live."

You recoiled from him but he made a firm grab of you to keep in position as he finished the ritual.

You heard Missy made a quip about how cruel the Doctor is to you. Well, duh. But apparently, she meant the ritual because the ritual forced a mental bond to form between you and the Doctor. You might be immortal but you were not made for a mental bond.

"She will learn to adapt with it." You heard the Doctor said. "We have forever to do it."

Honestly you hated these mental bond. You have no privacy even in your own mind. He likes to invade your mind and take a look of your memories. You screamed at him to leave you alone. You wanted to cry. You are losing your mind and he know it. Thankfully he relents and left your mind alone for the most part.

7777

One day, while the Doctor is out with Missy, John appeared on board the Tardis and he gave you a small gemstone and told you to hold it close on your person. He said he knew what the Doctor did to you and that gemstone could stop him from invading your mind, blocking him so to speak.

You were happy to see him but also scared. He told you not to worry about him. He said he went back to Gallifrey and now he is as much as a real Time Lord as the Doctor. He said the Doctor can no longer turned him into a ganger so you need not to worry anymore. You can come home with him.

At first you are reluctant, worrying about what Missy had said about the Doctor never stop looking for you if you escape and will burn everything in his path in order to get to you. You are also worry for John himself should the Doctor figure out wherever you escaped to.

But John make a convincing argument and so you took his hand and left the Tardis.

Only to find out John is not real. It was always the Doctor, trying to test your devotion and you failed the test.

"You wanted to see John so much? Fine, I will let you see him." The Doctor said angrily.

The Tardis landed somewhere. The Doctor pulled you harshly outside where he forced you to see a gravestone. John's name is craved on the gravestone.

You were shocked to say the least. With a trembling fingers, you touched the carving of his name on the gravestone.

"I didn't harm him, if that is what your thinking. Missy didn't either. He died. The people he fought for turned against him and killed him."

"No, you are lying!"

"Am I? You are welcome to investigate his death, (name). You know Jack Harkness, don't you? I'm sure he will help you with your investigation. Once you satisfy your curiosity, come and find me." The Doctor said.

7777

You were furious. The Doctor didn't lie. They did turned against John. They killed him. The best part of the Doctor, and they thoughtlessly killed him. And now the world is doomed forever with the Doctor that no longer quite the Savior. Frankly, right now you no longer care about the fate of these people.

You walked absentmindedly toward the coordinate of the Tardis which your darling husband helpfully put into your mind.

The Doctor watched you as you entered the Tardis. "Welcome home, (name)."

"I'm home..." You replied blankly.

A/N: I have no idea what I write here. I was desperate to produce a new dw fanfic since I only have a day left of holiday before going back to work, hoping not to waste my time just imagining and no writing, I finally able to write this. I watched a few of my favorite dw episodes and my mind ended up get stuck in the idea of ganger!doctor hence this happened.

I hope you likes this story and if you do, please kindly drop comment and more. Honestly I'm so nervous about posting this.

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My OC Universe: Rowan 58

I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter. I’m sorry. I share custody of a single brain cell with my friend and they currently have it for the week.

Chapter 58 Summary: Sweet, sweet, sexy catharsis! Rowan finally snaps in the face of his abuse. (Taggers: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk, @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: Reference to previous abuse, verbal abuse, dehumanisation.

As promised, Rowan lurched awake to find a guard rousing him for Marie and Cordelia. Alexander was absent this time, a difference that unsettled Rowan. He was so used to seeing him and his mother together that it felt wrong when they were not.

“Oh, my dear husband,” Marie smirked, tone sarcastic and cruel. “You do not look well at all!” He growled at her and jerked, angrily releasing some of his fury through the useless act. He looked mad, dark rings under his eyes, a flood of dried blood from his nose to his chest. “Please allow me a small experiment,” She said, letting her careful eyes wander to Rowan. “I was hoping to ask you both a question.” Cordelia lowered William’s gag as sharp footsteps clicked along the hallways. William’s face lit up at the prospect of rescue and he leaned forward. “Hey! I’m the King! Get in here this instant!” He demanded, not considering the fact that the sound was present before Marie ordered the removal of his muzzle, and so wasn’t likely to belong to a sympathetic creature. As if to accentuate this, Marie chuckled softly, rolling her eyes as the footsteps stopped right outside the door and the tall shadow of the figure obscured the doorway. Mere moments before revealing himself Rowan caught a whiff of a familiar perfume, placing the name as Merek’s face appeared and he stood beside Marie. “You-Mer-how dare you betray me like this!” William roared and Cordelia curled her fingers into his, now unkempt hair, ripping his head back and forcing a whine from his throat. “If you do not remain silent,” She rumbled dangerously. “Then we will take extreme precautions to keep you silent.” The threat was clear. And William wasn’t finished with use of his tongue just yet. He had to content himself with glowering at his duplicitous advisor, perhaps hoping he combust from the sheer hatred seething from his face. “You never mentioned that your tradeswoman was a mercenary thug.” He snarled at Marie. “She certainly has her uses.” The Queen replied proudly, smiling at Cordelia. “What a strangely satisfying sight.” Merek commented curiously, drawing attention to him. “I think it could only be made better with tears.” Marie smirked. “As if I would ever allow you to see me humiliated like that.” William growled, earning a grin from the pair. “We’ll see,” Marie sighed, picking at an invisible imperfection on her thumbnail. “I’ve reconsidered what I said the previous evening,” She said, catching the unwavering attention of both imprisoned creatures. “If I were to say that one of you would be released, who would you choose?” It was a pretty obvious question, and no one was surprised to hear William speak first. “Me, of course.” Marie glanced towards Rowan, who’s face had fallen and had curled against the wall, already defeated. “What about you?” He glanced up and shrugged. “Why would you choose me? I’m not even worth the dirt under your shoe.” “What if I weren’t to choose? What if I made you both choose?” She asked. “I am the King. I should leave!” William demanded. “How am I supposed to rival that? Even with the promise of death, I couldn’t face condemning another to it.” Rowan sighed softly. “I’d strangle the slut myself if it meant I could take back my throne!” Something in that moment shattered.

Rowan could almost physically feel it, his soul, cracking from the strain of hiding and suppressing his feelings for so long. Suddenly his breathing came fast, and he felt unfamiliar rage course through his veins. “You never loved me at all, did you?” He asked softly, retrieving a scoff from the King. “You were a pretty little cock-sleeve. And a pretty poor one at that.” “You gave me jewellery, you trusted me in your bed, you showered me with praise, and what, it was all pretend?” William sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. “It was like having a puppy.” He said. “You keep if loyal, but when you’re tired of it you drown it.”

Rowan had been compared to animals before. He had been used in metaphors like this before. He had been completely dehumanised to his face before. But now it was just too much. Too humiliating to realise he was, and always had been, nothing. “You tortured me!” He yelled, feeling his voice crack as it was raised above its normal pitch. “You-you allowed your men to ravage me and humiliate me! And made me believe that you were saving me from them when in fact you were just transferring ownership!” Tears pricked his eyes like needles, tears that had been forced down almost since he arrived.

“I was abused, by you, and your staff, and your men, I was raped! And you blamed me for it! Forced me to witness as you had them executed, threatening to do the same to me if I ‘let’ it happen again! You forced me to get drunk to entertain you and your friends! You let everyone talk down to me and talk about me like I wasn’t there! Or like I couldn’t hear what they were saying, like I didn’t understand every word they called me! You poisoned me for your own entertainment!”

The hatred and frustration broke over his lashes and he struggled to keep his voice from wobbling and relinquishing his power before he had finished. “I was forced to beg for you to rape and abuse me! To thank you for the opportunity to be taken! To grovel at your feet while you fed me scraps of your food like a pet! I wasn’t even human to you! Just some creature that no one would object to you mistreating! You gave me to your friend to fuck! And when he tried to murder me you had me punished! I was refused any morsel of dignity while your advisor had the soldiers line up and remind me of what you claimed to save me from!”

He felt the eyes on him, every one, and turned to catch the eye of one of the guards at the door. “I remember you!” He chuckled in a weak attempt to cover the way he was falling apart. “You called me a desperate whore, good for only one thing! Was I? Was I good?” They had the shame to look away, turning their back on their mistake. “You had me branded! I will permanently be marked as your property! Men sign their family crest on their weapons, or their silverware, or their clothes! You put it on a person and reduced them to an item you owned. You tricked me into thinking that you had saved me from there, too! That you had missed and desired me! But it was all a ploy to get your stupid, uneducated, whore of a consort to actually believe that you cared for him! You tricked me into feeling some sort of fondness, or care for you. I felt sorry for you when we were first brought down here! I empathised with you, explained away your cruel words as simply being unused to not being in control, but no, that was just you when you were no longer bothered by how your creature felt!” There was a brief pause before a thought occurred to Rowan and he scoffed. “You call me ‘pet’.” He whispered, sniffing heavily as his eyes locked with William’s. “I would wager, I would say money but it’s obvious by how you came to possess me that I have none, so I would bet my life, that you don’t know how old I am,” He said and laughed. “Let alone…tell me, William, what’s my name?” Silence. “What is it?” He roared, pulling against the chains. “Why on Earth would I know?” William replied. Voice just soft enough that Rowan could realise with relief that he was maybe startled by this barrage of his sins against the boy. “Why would you? It’s just a person. A human being that you claimed as your own purely because he was pretty. If I were an average-looking thing you would have left me to die in that barracks. With blood on my ass, and sperm in my hair, and snot on my face. And never would have even given a second thought to the person I was or the people who…the-the people who…” Missed me. “I hate you.” He whispered after a moment. “I despise you. I abhor you. I detest you. I’ve killed two people who both tried to kill me first and felt like dying because of it. But, I think if I killed you, if I strangled you myself, I might finally be able to sleep at night.” He sobbed, too afraid to turn his gaze from anyone else but William. “Not even the Gods could have dreamt up a creature as cruel as you,” He gasped finally, the anger flickering out of him like a candle flame in a breeze. “You are a manifestation of sin, and evil, and sadism.” He felt cold now. Empty. Like all that had sustained him for the three years since he was stolen from Peter, was his suppressed disgust, and now that it was gone, he had nothing left inside of him.

A piece died with every time he was raped.

More of his innocence stripped away, until he was left, a shell, a dried leaf that William crumbled into dust just to hear the sound of him break.

#whump #medieval whump #my writing #oc #Rowan #William #Marie #Cordelia #dehumanisation

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wheresfury · 5 years

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Needy

~Pairings: Brie Larson/fem!reader

~Warnings: Daddy Kink, dirty talk, verbal humiliation, oral sex, praise kink, fluff.

~Word count: 2,539

~Summary: Brie accidentally uploads the wrong video to her Instagram. Oops.

~Authors note: Just a little continuation of God is a woman. Because as was pointed out this would totally happen. Hope y’all enjoy!!

~Other works are on my Masterlist

———-<3———-

Once you make it to the bedroom Brie lifts you up and tosses you on the bed. You yelp as you land softly on the cloud like mattress with too many pillows.

“Wait, I need to put ointment on your shoulder, Brie!”

“Baby, I’m fine, okay? It can wait a little bit longer. I’ve had worse, isn’t that right, baby girl?” You smile sheepishly at her as she grabs the remote for the apple tv and turns it on as she pairs her phone pulling up the sexy video you two just recorded. She sits on the edge of the bed as you come up to kneel behind her, leaving kisses up and down her neck.

“Come on, Daddy. Hurry up!” Brie giggles at you and pushes you backwards.

“Lay down, baby girl, do not move. We are not starting until I get this playing. What did you say you wanted to do?” You pout and lay down placing your hands on your bare stomach. You were still shirtless from earlier.

“I said I wanted to eat you out while the video played.” She smirks at your pouting and takes her time setting up the video. You notice and start to whine.

“Baby, pay attention to me! I know you can be faster than that!” She turns around and raised a brow at your attitude.

“Baby girl, you know brats don’t get what they want. So watch the attitude.” You huff and cross your arms, looking up at the ceiling.

“Fine. Just so you know I will tease you till you’re begging for my tongue, Brie!” She laughs as the video starts to play. She makes her way to hover above you.

“You will do no such thing, baby girl. You know how I know?” Your breath hitches as she leans down to suck on your neck, among the many hickeys she has already created.

“H-how how do you know, Daddy?” You moan as she licks up your neck to your ear making you shiver.

“Because, baby girl, I’m in charge.” Oh god. Your eyes roll back as she sinks down onto your body. Her lips collide with yours as you hear your moans on the screen at the other end of the room. Her tongue explores your mouth as her hips grind down onto yours. She pulls away, making you pout, once her phone starts to ring pausing the video. You lean on your elbows as she reaches over to see who’s calling her.

“Who is it, baby?” Her eyebrows scrunch together as her publicists name pops up.

“It’s Ann, my publicist. That’s weird, it’s way too late to make calls.” She silences her phone and restarts the video. She leans back down to kiss you as the video plays in the background. You moan as you hear her on the video talking about your embarrassing moment at the Oscars. You reach up to undo her bun when the video pauses again indicating another call. She pulls away and growls as she hangs up the call and puts her phone on do not disturb. She presses play on the video and reaches down to pull off her top, unclasping her bra as well. You gasp as she leans back down claiming your mouth in a hard kiss. You undo her bun this time, moaning as her breasts rub against your own. You throw her hair tie away and run your fingers through her shorter hair. You pull away, needing air, as her mouth makes it way down to your breasts bringing a nipple into her mouth. She laps at your nipple while her hand pays attention to the other one, twisting and pulling on your nipple as her mouth works wonders on the other.

“Fuck, Daddy.” She hummed as she switches breasts giving them equal treatment. She takes her time giving your breasts attention. By the time your squirming basically becomes thrashing she pulls away from your chest.

“Impatient are we, baby girl? We have all night, baby. Don’t make me start over.” You whine again as the video comes to the part where you climax. Your pussy clenches at the sight, Brie feels this and looks over to the video. She presses her abs harder onto your clothed cunt as your hands knead the back of her neck.

“Look at how gorgeous you are when you cum, baby girl. So beautiful and all mine, isn’t that right, baby girl?” You moan as you buck your hips up onto her abs.

“Yes, Daddy, all yours. Please!” She hummed as she feels the wet patch over your jeans.

“What is it, baby. What do you want?” Your mouth opens in a moan as she leans down to suck on your stomach way too close to your cunt for you to form a sentence. She knows this and pulls away with a chuckle. She nods her head at you as your breathing slowly evens out.

“I wanna eat you out, Daddy. Please!” She moans at the sound of your pleading and reaches for her phone. You make grabby hands at her as she does so.

“No, what are you doing! Come back here, Daddy!” She glares at your rudeness and you immediately stop. You look at her submissively as she messes with her phone. The video starts over before she makes her way back to you.

“On your knees, slut.” You quickly get on your knees as she sits down were you just laid.

“So impatient, my little slut. I was only starting the video over after you said you wanted to go down on me as it played. Why so bratty all of a sudden, baby girl?” Your hands land on her thigh as you lean down closer to her face.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just really want to make you cum, make you feel good. Like how you always make me feel.” She smiles at you and pinches your cheek.

“How cute, baby girl. That’s no excuse to be a brat, though, okay? No more or we stop, understand, baby girl?” You quickly nod your head in agreement.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise I’ll be good from now on!” She smirks at you and grabs your neck pulling you in for a kiss. She takes off her pants and underwear as she nods at you to do the same. You hop off the bed and take off the rest of your clothes.

“That’s my good girl, now make your Daddy cum, baby.” You quickly get in between her legs as she lays back, hands behind her head. You blush at the clear position of power.

“Well what are you waiting for, slut. Get to work.” You moan as you lay down on your stomach and start to kiss her thighs. You slowly make your way to her pussy that is absolutely drenched with need. Your nose bumps her clit as you take in a deep breath.

“Does my cunt smell good to you, slut?” You whimper at the look she was giving you, one of absolute cockiness. Fuck.

“Yes, Daddy. I love the way it smells.” She hums and spreads her legs some more.

“I bet it tastes even better. Stop wasting my time, you dirty whore.” Your thighs clench together at her words and you quickly latch on to her clit, not wanting her to stop this. You see her abs clench at your move and you smile inwardly. You circle her clit with your tongue for a bit before moving down sucking lightly at her folds. She lets out a load moan at the sensation.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re eating me so good, baby.” She’s about to move her hands to your hair when your phone starts to ring. She releases a growl of frustration and pushes you away from her delicious cunt causing you to whine in tandem.

“Who the fuck is calling you this late?” You shrug at her and get up to get your phone that was on the bathroom counter.

“It’s your publicist, baby!” She groans and gets off the bed making her way over to you.

“Why is she calling you? Let me see.” You hand her your phone as you wrap your arms around her waist. She answers your phone as you start to nibble on her neck, her unoccupied hand holding onto one of your ass cheeks. Her eyes widen and she quickly pulls away from you.

“Wait-WHAT?!” You look at her in confusion as she runs back into your room and quickly picks up her phone.

“Oh no- no no no!” You’re worried now. You make your way over to her as she quickly types at her phone.

“What’s wrong, Brie?” She hushes you as you see her pull up her Instagram. You gasp as you see her latest post. Instead of her singing it was your sex tape. Oh no. She growls and goes to delete the video.

“Why the fuck did Instagram not take this down immediately?!” You hear Ann saying that no one flagged it therefore it was still up. You flush red with embarrassment and go to sit down on the bed placing your head in your hands. This is worse than the kneeling thing at the Oscars for sure. You mumble quietly to yourself as Brie seethes into the phone telling Ann she wants to sue Instagram and something about damage control. By the time she hangs up you’ve stopped mumbling and are just silent. She breathes out heavily before making her way to you. She gets on her knees and places her hands on your thighs.

“I am so so sorry, Y/N. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose!” You look up at her with tears streaming down your face. She looks absolutely heartbroken at your current state. You sniffle as she wipes your tears. Your hands come up to hold hers.

“Hey, Brie, I know you would never do that. I mean honestly, I’m surprised it wasn't me who did it first.” You both laugh at your confession. She smiles and brings a hand up to push some of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you going to be okay?” You smile back at her and nod your head.

“Of course I will be, I mean it will take people a whole lot longer to get over it than the stupid Oscars fiasco.” She hums and kisses your cheek.

“You’re right, baby girl. I mean at least they really don’t see much of your body, they really only see your ass, right?” You laugh heartily at her.

“Oh my god, Brie! Stop it!” She laughs along with you at her silliness.

“Okay okay I’ll stop. Can you imagine all those fan girls calling me Daddy getting that confirmed? Holy shit, babe. We’ll never hear the end of this.” You smirk at her as you pull her onto the bed. You push her down and straddle her thighs.

“You’re right, Daddy. We’ll never hear the end of this. We’re way too damn hot to not talk about.” She smirks at your confidence and places her hands on your hips.

“Hey, as long as you don’t get all jealous hearing other girls call me Daddy.” You glare at her and cross your arms.

“I am the only one who can call you that! I will cut a bitch!” Brie starts to laugh a full bodied laugh at your attempt at a threat. You pout at her.

“Stop it, Daddy. It’s not funny! I will!” She’s still laughing as you go to move off of her. She holds you still and stops laughing enough to speak.

“I believe you, baby girl. Really I do!” You pout at her pathetic attempt at reassuring you.

“Mhm, sure you do, Daddy.” She bucks her hips into you and you moan at the feeling. She brings her hands up to your breasts squeezing them firmly.

“How about we forget about this incident, for now and enjoy the rest of our night. How does that sound, baby girl.” You lean down and kiss her, biting on her bottom lip gently. You pull away with her lip between your teeth before letting it go.

“That sounds perfect, Daddy.” She smirks as she pushes you down to her waist.

“Good, now finish what you started, baby girl.” You moan as you lick your lips diving back into her puffy soaked cunt. She groans as her hands find your hair pushing your face closer to her pussy.

“That’s it, baby girl. Eat your Daddy’s pussy, baby. Fuck you’re so good at this, oh right there, baby.” You moan into her cunt at her praise and move your tongue down to her entrance. You thrust your tongue as far as you can into her pussy as you moan causing Brie to buck her hips into your face.

“Fuck. Touch my clit, baby girl. That’s it. So close, baby.” You thrust your tongue faster as you rub her clit in fast circles. Her thighs clench around your head as her fingers pull at your hair making you release a load moan into her cunt. She screams out your name as her juices soak your face from her climax. You help her come down from her high before she pushes you away with her hands. You lick your lips as you crawl up her body. You lean down and kiss her as she moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. Her hands squeeze your ass as you two continue to kiss passionately. You pull away when air becomes necessary, your hands tangled in her hair.

“I love you, Brianne.” She smiles and bites her lip at your use of her full name.

“I love you too, Y/N.” She leans up to kiss you again before rolling you over onto your back. She leans down and grabs the top sheet to pull over both of you. She lays on her back as you turn to cuddle into her side. Her hand strokes through your hair as you sigh in content.

“Did that really just happen?” She looks down at you confused before she realized what you meant.

“Oh god! The video is probably everywhere by now, baby. I’m so sorry.” She pouts and you lean up to kiss her pout away.

“It’s okay baby, really. We can deal with it tomorrow besides in a way it’s kind of hot.”

“How so?” You smirk as you lean onto your elbow your lips close to touching.

“Well now people know how fucking hot you are with your big top energy and shit.” She broke out into laughter.

“What in the world, baby. You need to go to sleep you’re talking crazy now.” You smirk at her.

“You know it’s true, Brie.” She rolls her eyes as you stick out your tongue at her. She pulls you down for one last kiss before you settle on her chest.

“Goodnight, my beautiful top.” She groans at you as you giggle.

“Stooop, baby!” You stop giggling as you snuggle into her side. She kisses the top of your head as you slowly succumb to sleep.

“Goodnight, my beautiful bottom.” She smiles softly before succumbing to sleep herself.

———-<3———-

Brie Tag: @fun-sized-widow-bites

Forever Tag: @cheethos , @domromanoff , @stuckys-whore , @marilynroselleprentiss , @captainwonderwidow

#again im a sl*t for brie #(n)sfw #brie larson x fem!reader #brie larson x reader #brie larson smut #Brie Larson #captain marvel x fem!reader #Captain Marvel #captain marvel x reader #marvel rpf #marvel smut

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missduplicities · 2 years

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Chapter 40

Very early, around six, Eunha felt her phone buzz under her pillow. She grunted, knowing she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep easily, but really wishing she could get back to what she had been just dreaming. She didn’t usually remember her dreams, but that one wasn’t easy to forget. It was one of those weird dreams that only get weirder as they go. At first, it seemed like a normal scene; her roommates and she were comfortably watching a K-pop music show in the living room of their house, then, out of nowhere, Jimin came from the kitchen holding a tray of freshly baked cookies he’d just made. Sooah and he shared a kiss, of course, but then things got weird. When she looked back at the TV, the leader of the group they were watching was replaced with Jungkook, who was wearing leather pants and a silky black top. The girls started cheering and clapping, which bothered Taehyung, who was now sitting next to Eunha with his arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, come on, don’t be jealous!” Eunha teased.

“Jealous? Of Kookie? Please!” Taehyung scoffed but refused to look at Eunha.

“Are you jealous because he’s incredibly strong?” Midori asked with her mouth full of cookies.

“I’m strong, too,” Taehyung jumped off the sofa and picked Eunha in his arms easily.

“What are you doing?” she asked, already blushing.

“I’m getting you out of here,” he turned around, living the rest of the party in the living room. He headed towards the kitchen, then to the alley, then to the stairs, then, Eunha woke up.

She grunted, wanting to go back to the dream to see what was going to happen, but there was no use, she was fully awake. Regaining consciousness, she realized how humiliating it would be if someone found out about her dream, so she promised not to tell anyone, not even the girls who were peacefully sleeping next to her.

Taking her phone in her hands, Eunha unlocked it to see what it was that woke her up. She’d gotten a notification from a post she was tagged in. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that @vante301295 was the author of the post.

“What the hell?” she asked, not realizing she’d done it out loud. Midori grunted and turned around, facing away from Eunha, who was sandwiched in between the girls that shared the same birthday. What the hell? She asked again in her head. There was no reason for him to upload that picture, he had no right. I do look good, she thought.

“Why the hell did he tag me?” she asked out loud again.

Eunha then realized she hadn’t stalked his private blog yet, the one he recently started using as his main. She knew it was about time she did it, carefully scrolling down to his first posts, where she was surprised to find a lot of pretty pictures with sad captions.

Reading his posts felt wrong for some reason, like she was trespassing a boundary that had been unconsciously set between the two of them. Still, she kept going deeper in his old posts, feeling like she was putting together the pieces of a puzzle she longed to complete.

Some questions that had been on her head started getting an answer but, at an incredible speed, new questions started forming in her mind. She wanted to ask him why he felt that way at that time, she wanted to ask him why he’d posted the lyrics to that specific song in that moment of his life, she wanted to get to know him. But not like this, she thought. Deciding to go back to the home page, Eunha accidentally hit refresh, and the post she’d been tagged on appeared on her screen again.

He wanted me to see this, otherwise, he wouldn’t have tagged me. She thought, finding an excuse to have another look at more recent posts. There, she stumbled into the photo he’d posted before, the one he’d taken in Busan.

He wanted me to see that, too. Just then, she remembered the conversation they had outside his apartment due to that picture.

“You really don’t mean that, do you?” the conversation replayed in her thoughts as if someone had played a movie in her head. “That you’re… that you’re not pretty,”

He thinks I’m pretty. She quickly sat up in bed, feeling something heavy drop to her stomach. That’s something a friend would say. I’m sure Jungkook has said it before, so has Jimin. She was having an inner battle with her intrusive thoughts. But he said he wanted to be friends.

“Unnie?” Sooah mumbled. “Are you okay?”

Eunha nodded, heavily breathing, without looking at her.

“What time is it?” Ji-Eun asked, rubbing her eyes as she woke up.

“Early, very early. I’m sorry, go back to sleep,” Eunha whispered, trying not to wake Midori. When she turned, she realized the three girls were now awake. She felt very guilty. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep anymore,”

“It’s okay,” Sooah said with a smile, stretching, ready for the day to begin.

“What is it?” Midori asked, not as enthusiastic as Sooah.

“Are you feeling well?” Ji-Eun asked with her eyes puffy and her hair messy.

“Yeah,” Eunha lied.

“What is it?” Ji-Eun pressed, reading her friend as if she was one of her books. Eunha let out a frustrated sigh and finally let go.

“I think I fucked up last night,”

“What? Why?” Midori asked, knowing Eunha only cursed when she was either really angry or really frustrated.

“I messed up things with Taehyung,” the three girls were now fully awake, sitting up to give Eunha their full attention.

“What happened?” Sooah carefully asked.

Eunha told them about how things had been confusing ever since their trip to Busan. She told them that they were closer, and she liked that, but how sometimes their new proximity made things difficult. She told them about him posting that picture he took in Busan, and about the time he took it. She told them about the conversation outside the guys’ apartment, and how they had been texting frequently and even calling each other sometimes. She almost didn’t tell them about the time he took her hand in Ji-Eun’s car after the competition, but that was only because she was trying to forget it. She was trying to ignore this new habit of his: taking her hand.

“That’s so Mr. Darcy of him,” Ji-Eun interrupted, totally invested. “Please go on,”

Eunha told them about the night he called asking what she wanted as a present, and how she had joked saying ‘a ticket to LA’ because he missed Yoongi, and how he casually managed to fly Yoongi in time for her birthday. Then she remembered something she never told them. One thing she successfully managed to suppress until that very moment.

“Remember that I told you we traveled in first-class to Busan?” she nervously asked.

“Yes,” Sooah said, anxiously looking at her friend.

“Well, that’s only because he got us a discount,”

“Oh, he’s good bargaining, good!” Ji-Eun said with a sweet smile, making Eunha laugh at her innocence.

“No, he’s good at lying. Acting, he calls it,” Eunha explained, feeling her ears getting red before even saying what she said. “He told the travel agency we were a newly engaged couple and we got a special deal. The thing is, we had to pretend we were. That’s when the hand-holding started,”

“Shut up!” Sooah yelled. “No, I mean, say that again. I mean, explain!”

“Explain what? That’s all there is,”

“How do you fake an engagement?” Midori asked, her mind a bit distant.

“Well, we were all touchy and giggly, calling each other ‘honey’ and ‘fiancée’,” Eunha casually said, earning a smack on the leg from Midori and another from Sooah. “Ouch! What the hell? What was that for?”

“All this happened before he kicked the crap out of your ex?” Midori asked, now too invested in the details.

“Yeah,” Eunha said, rubbing her legs. “Well, it also happened on the way home. That’s why I was a mess when we arrived because I don’t really know what’s going on,”

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Midori said. “You two are being dumbasses,”

“I have to agree with her this time, sorry,” Sooah said, folding her arms and frowning.

“Can I get to the point without being judged?” Eunha said, also frowning.

“Yes, continue, please,” Ji-Eun softy said, so Eunha went on.

She told them about their hug in Yoongi’s room, the first one, when he’d surprised her with the real Min Yoongi.

“We’ve never been so close before… well…” she then remembered she hadn’t told them about the alley, the night they escaped from Seojoon after Taehyung beat him.

“Eunha?” Sooah pressed, almost threatening.

“Well, remember I told you we had to run away after Taehyung and Seojoon’s fight?”

“Yeah…” Ji-Eun said warily, not knowing what might come next.

“We hid in an alley. It was cramped, we were close. Really close,”

“How close?” Sooah asked, still frowning. Eunha suddenly approached her, standing only a couple centimeters apart.

“This close,” Eunha said, then went back to where she was before. Sooah gulped. Eunha continued. “Well, it happened at Yoongi’s party, too. After I was thrown into the pool, thank you very much,”

Midori smiled at the memory but Eunha went on.

“We were lying together on Yoongi’s bed,”

“You were where doing what?” Ji-Eun asked, almost yelling.

“We were just talking,”

“On Yoongi’s bed?” Sooah asked.

“Yeah,”

“With your clothes wet,” Midori pointed out.

“No, I wasn’t wearing my clothes,” Eunha said, only realizing how bad it sounded when she saw their reactions. “I WAS WEARING NEW CLOTHES! YOONGI’S CLOTHES!”

“Okay, then?” Sooah asked, losing patience.

“Then we went back to the party. Nothing happened,” Eunha sighed. “Last night it happened three times,”

“What happened?” Midori asked.

“We got close, like, really close. The first was after never have I ever, I went inside to make sure Jungkook and Midori were still alive. Wait,” Eunha stopped, now remembering she hadn’t asked any of them. “How come you were so civilized last night? I was really surprised to see you guys talking,”

“Oh, we talked,” Midori said as if it was the simplest thing.

“What did you talk about?” Ji-Eun asked.

“We’re talking about Eunha right now,” Midori rolled her eyes, but Eunha pressed.

“Oh no, please, I want to know,”

Midori told them that her conversation with Jungkook had been more serious than she’d expected. She made them promise they would keep it secret since he’d shared some personal stuff. After they all agreed to it, Midori told them that Jungkook was really frustrated because he had now realized he didn’t want to fight her anymore. Back when they met each other, he couldn’t accept there was someone who was getting better scores than him in almost everything he excelled in, which is why he’d made her his nemesis. He admitted it was immature and laughed about it, but thanked her for making him push through his limits, making him become better in many aspects. He said that, as he got to know her better, he started to envy something different: her passion. He wasn’t passionate about swimming like she was, he wasn’t passionate about taekwondo anymore. He was just doing it to bother her, to get on her nerves. But now he could see her from up close, he saw that Lee Midori was much more than a name on the winner’s podium. She was a successful and talented artist, she was a funny girl, and a great friend. He admitted he was jealous because she was following her dreams, and he sadly said he wished he could go back to doing things because his heart told him, and not because his competitiveness pushed him to.

“I owe you an apology, but I don’t even know where to start,” Jungkook said as they sat at the bottom of the stairs. “I am sorry for being rude to you, for being annoying in the competitions, I’m sorry I kissed you for the wrong reason, and I’m sorry I’ve made things weird with our friends,”

“It’s okay, I never took it personal. It was always a motivation, though,” Midori said with a sincere smile. “I don’t mind that you were rude or annoying, and I don’t mind kissing you. I liked kissing you, actually.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t your best kiss,” he chuckled nervously.

“Oh, you weren’t, but still,” she said, making him laugh. “I don’t think things are weird, but sometimes it was a bit exhausting. I’m the new one with these people, and I like them all a lot. So, sorry if all my attention wasn’t in you, I know how that might hurt your ego,”

Jungkook actually laughed this time. Things were just the same between them.

“I’m not going to lie, it did annoy me when you ignored me,” he said, tilting his head to his side. “But what was that you said about you liking to kiss me?”

Midori said then she hit him, punching him hard on the arm. And, apparently, that’s how they became friends. Eunha envied them, but she wouldn’t tell them.

“But you like him, don’t you?” Ji-Eun asked, still trying to put the pieces together.

“I do think he is hot,” Midori blatantly said. “He’s the embodiment of everything wrong with the world and I’m kind of into it.”

They burst into laughter, not stopping for a while until they were out of breath or their stomach hurt.

“Hey, I’m not letting you go away,” Midori said, sitting with her back on the bedframe, looking at Eunha. “You’re still not done with your story,”

Eunha’s smile faded a little, thinking of the complicated mess she was into. She cleared her throat and explained how she had also talked with Taehyung the previous night.

“What did you talk about?” Ji-Eun said, instantly invested again.

“I might have accidentally told him what I feel for him,”

“WHAT?!” The three girls screamed.

“Spoiler: it didn’t go well,” Eunha said, lifting her thumbs and forcing a smile on her face.

“Oh no, sweetie!” Sooah said, already getting close to hug her.

“Wait, let me explain,” Eunha said, fixing into a more comfortable position. She told them about how he’d made ramyun for her when she was really drunk, and how she had exploded, saying he was confusing with his signs. He skipped the part where she humiliated herself saying he was dreamy and smelled nice, and only said she’d let out she had a crush on him. Sooah covered her face with her hands, Ji-Eun hugged her legs, and Midori bit a pillow out of second-hand embarrassment.

“Wait, that’s not even the worst part,” Eunha said before carrying on. She told them he, yet again, took his hand and told her he didn’t want to push her away. That conversation was a bit blurry in her head, due to the alcohol, but that’s what she remembered. Then Yoongi had interrupted, and she didn’t talk to Taehyung until later, again, at Yoongi’s room.

“What’s with you two and Yoongi’s room?” Midori asked, low-key judging.

“Anyway,” Eunha said. “Yoongi told me to go upstairs to get my present,”

“It was Taehyung!” Ji-Eun guessed wrong.

“No, but he was using that bathroom so we bumped into each other,”

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” Sooah said sarcastically.

“As if this house isn’t big enough,” Midori chuckled. “I bet there are at least five other bathrooms in this place,”

“How many have you kissed Jungkook in?” Eunha asked, only to tease her a little.

“Continue,” Midori said, not before she hit her with the pillow. Eunha laughed, then continued. She told them about the wristwatch, how Taehyung had the same in a different color, and how she had held his hand after he helped her put the wrist on.

“There you go, queen!” Sooah said, actually clapping.

Eunha told them how she’d ashamedly apologized to him for what she’d said in the kitchen, and how he said he was flattered she had a crush on him.

“That arrogant prat,” Sooah couldn’t contain herself, and Eunha didn’t blame her.

“That’s the second time we hugged last night. It lasted some good long minutes. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest,” Eunha continued, her voice becoming somewhat melancholic. “And I don’t remember when or how exactly, but that’s when we agreed of being friends,”

“Wait, what?” Midori asked.

“Why did you say the word ‘friend’? Didn’t you learn from me and Jimin?” Sooah asked frustrated.

“No, that’s the thing that’s bothering me. That’s why I’m telling you all this. Why I couldn’t sleep anymore,” Eunha grunted, throwing herself to the bed, resting on her side so she faced her friends. “I like him a lot, you don’t get it. I don’t even get it. And, at this point, I think he kind of feels something. But I don’t want to push things or come to the wrong conclusions. I don’t want to get my hopes high. So why does he do this?”

She threw her phone near them. Sooah unlocked it and the other girls got close to see the post he’d tagged her in. They gasped; Midori laughed a little.

“Baby, he’s falling for you, and he probably doesn’t know it,” Midori said. “How can you two be so thick?”

Accidentally, when Eunha threw the phone, she liked the post. She had been avoiding doing it, not quite knowing how to react to it. But then, as if he had been waiting for her sign, he texted her.

Taehyung: what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep.

“Oh no, what the hell do I do?” Eunha asked them, getting nervous instantly.

“Answer him!” Midori said.

“What do I say?” Eunha asked.

“Anything!”

Eunha: I’m not anymore.

Taehyung: Did you have a good night?

Eunha actually screeched. The girls had to put her up by the shoulders and force her to write an answer.

Eunha: yeah, you?

Taehyung: I couldn’t sleep much

Eunha: why?

Taehyung: I was just thinking

“Ask him about what,” Ji-Eun suggested, biting her nails.

“Yeah, do it!” Midori said. “He wants you to ask him,”

Eunha: about what?

He didn’t reply. He was typing. He stopped typing. He was typing again.

Taehyung: want some coffee?

Eunha: you don’t drink coffee

Taehyung: I asked you if you wanted

“Please, why is there so much tension?” Sooah grunted, punching the pillow next to her.

“What do I say?” Eunha nervously asked.

“Say yes,” Ji-Eun said, just as nervous as her.

Eunha: I always want coffee.

Taehyung: Let’s get some then. I’ll meet you downstairs.

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fenfyre · 6 years

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A Different Breed - Part IX

Part I Part VIII

“As you can see”, Allura says, zooming in on the solar system in question, “the moon has gathered a debris field in its orbit that will be exceptionally hard to navigate. Large amounts of it consist of explosive waste and even though it has been a while since the battle we have no way of knowing if they’re still active. You should only proceed with the utmost caution.”

Lance frowns, uneasy as he regards the hologram of their objective, Tiye, third moon of Nova Albena, is barely visible through the veil of asteroids and debris surrounding it. He can just make out the jagged, unnatural shape, the deep craters ripped into its surface and the huge mass blown away at the side where the main facility must have been situated ages ago.

He’s not convinced and judging by Hunk’s dark expression at least his best friend is having doubts about this as well.

“We figure Keith should be the pilot on this mission.” Shiro’s words are met with hesitant nods from the team and Lance’s stomach tightens painfully. Pilot. Singular. “The red lion is the most agile, which will make navigating through the debris much easier. Besides, he’s one of our technically most skilled pilots.”

Across the room Keith hums and gives a slow nod.

“I can do that”, he says, sounding calm and confident as he studies the hologram. “There seem to be openings now and then, we just have to time it right. Then I can get us down.”

“And back out again”, Shiro adds.

The pull in his stomach grows worse and before Lance knows it he’s talking, fingers digging into his jacket where he crosses his arms defensively.

“Can’t we just … blow up the debris from a safe distance? You know, that would make it harder to accidentally blow it up from an … un-safe distance. Then we could go down with two lions, make the job a little easier?”

He can feel Shiro’s gaze, intense and sceptical, but he can’t bring himself to meet it and keeps his eyes fixed on the blueish projection of Tiye instead. His cheeks feel a bit warmer than a minute ago.

“I considered that”, Allura hums and Lance feels a tiny spark of hope come to life in his chest but it’s quickly snuffed out again with her next words. “But we can’t risk pushing any of it into the moon’s atmosphere. It might rain down on the ruins and destroy the very intel we’re looking for. Besides, an explosion of that scale might draw unwanted attention. Remember you’ll be behind enemy lines and it is likely that any of the outposts on Nova Albena or even the surrounding moons would see it and get suspicious.”

“That sounds like the kind of thing we’d want to avoid”, Hunk agrees and for just a moment Lance wants to punch him for it.

Then Shiro speaks up again and this time his tone is soft, almost soothing. Like it was earlier when he’d gotten Lance this close to breaking down.

“But you won’t need the lions for the actual mission. You’ll have to scour the ruins by foot to check the remaining buildings for intact computers and since the Galra abandoned the facilities after the battle there shouldn’t be any need for combat.”

No matter how calming Shiro is trying to sound, that does not help Lance. Being stuck on some moon behind Galra lines with no way of getting out of there on his own since he needs to leave his lion behind and no possibility of backup reaching them thanks to the built-in trash shield … well, that’s bound to make him at least a little nervous.

It doesn’t even have to do anything with Keith being his partner on that mission. At least he thinks so. Or hopes.

“So who’s going with him?”, Pidge asks, still sounding a bit sceptical herself, bless her tiny heart.

“I need you and Hunk to do an infiltration a few quadrants over”, Allura explains and zooms out, swiping across the map and turning it until it settles on another, bigger planet. “Additionally to the blueprints we hope to get at Tiye we also need some more recent information on occupied planets at the border of the Galran empire. This outpost should have information on how fortified those planets are and how easy it would be for us to free them. It’s not too heavily guarded but you should still avoid combat.”

“A stealth mission then?”

“Yes, you will have to make use of your lion’s cloaking ability.”

“Sweet.” And with that all the scepticism is gone and Pidge smirks, obviously looking forward to making use of her toy yet again. “Don’t worry, we’ll get that intel for you. Right, Hunk?”

Lance watches Hunk’s slow nod, knowing how his friend doesn’t particularly like stealth missions but will take this one on either way. Because he’s a paladin of Voltron and he’s stepping up to fulfil that duty without a question, no matter that he never even had a choice.

All of them are doing their part and which greater good is there than the freedom of the entire known universe? If there was ever a time for Lance to pull himself together and do his job it’s now.

“Very good”, Allura nods back. “Now as for Tiye, Lance will accompany Keith on that mission. There might still be explosives scattered across the surface and a marksman like him will prove valuable for destroying them from a safe distance since there won’t be time or resources to disarm them.”

Her reasoning is sound. Any other day Lance would grin and brag about how lost they’d be without him and his superior skills but today his throat closes up before he can even get a word out and after a moment or two he finally meets Shiro’s intense gaze.

Shiro knows that something’s wrong, he wouldn’t have talked to Lance earlier if he didn’t have at least a few strong suspicions. He’s known Keith longer than any of them, if there’s anyone on the castleship besides Lance who notices the weird changes in his behaviour lately it would be Shiro. But Lance pushed him away when he tried to help and he won’t repeat his offer in front of all of the others, in front of Keith.

What he does though is arch an eyebrow, an oddly elegant movement, before he asks, without taking his eyes off Lance:

“Is that okay with you? I can go instead. Or come with you two.”

From the corners of his eyes Lance notices Pidge perk up with a frown and Hunk tilt his head to the side while Keith crosses his arms slowly, deliberately.

If there was ever a chance for him to pull out of this, to make up some bullshit excuse why Shiro has to take his place or why all three of them should go, this is it. This is his opening and some fluttery, scared part of Lance wants to take it.

But he’s surrounded by his team, all people he values greatly and who would do literally anything to take their rebellion forward. He can’t show that kind of weakness.

So Lance shakes his head, summoning up every shred of confidence that is still hiding in his body to force a grin on his lips.

“Nah, come on”, he drawls with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Downloading stuff from old computers on some deserted moon? That’s barely even a two man job. Keith gets us down, I keep him from barging into rooms that might blow up around him, we get what we came for, Keith gets us out. You’d just be in our way.”

Shiro doesn’t believe him, Lance can see it. But there’s not much more he can do without pulling the leader card and he apparently wants to spare Lance the humiliation because after another stretch of tense silence Shiro sighs.

“Alright. We’ll upload all the information about the moon and the facilities onto the red lion so you can study it on the way. You’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

“What”, Lance grins even though it feels plastered on and is straining his face. “No wormhole service?” Allura just shakes her head.

“We can’t reasonably make a jump into the quadrant, the risk of the castle ship getting detected is too high. A single lion will draw a lot less attention, hopefully none.”

Lance’s heart stutters nervously. Great. That way possible reinforcements will be even further away. Well, he supposes it doesn’t make a lot of difference if they wouldn’t even be able to get to the moon’s surface in the first place. And if it’s actually as easy as Allura made it sound, if the moon is abandoned and all they need to do is download some blueprints … maybe Lance’s worry is completely unnecessary in the first place.

Maybe the nervous squirming in his stomach and the alarm bells in the back of his mind are just him overreacting. A kid could do this mission, nothing can go wrong. Nothing at all.

At least that’s what Lance tells himself, over and over again like a desperate mantra, while the others discuss Hunk and Pidge’s stealth mission.

Nothing can go wrong. Nothing at all. Nothing at all.

Part X

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The Simpsons: The Lost Season

Tree House of Horror XXIX For their 29th Halloween special the Simpsons family takes on the Horror and Science Fiction classics such as The Big Bang Theory, Hell’s Kitchen, and Fifty Shades of Grey. Snow Money Snow Problems Bart and Grandpa Accidentally sign up both themselves and Santa’s Little Helper in the Iditarod. While the three of them are braving the Alaskan wilderness as well as colorful cast of competing dog sled racers, back in Springfield Homer is brought onto a Hypnotist’s stage show and has a recovered memory of being sexually abused by his mother. A Moe Fashion Love Song Moe’s Tavern gains critical success with the new addition of a Karaoke machine. However this fame is cut short when special guest star; Singer songwriter and standing of president of ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers) Paul Williams threatens to shut them down for unpaid song royalties. Sparking a town hall debate over fair use and intellectual property laws. Meanwhile after taking on a class assignment involving family history and genealogy Millhouse discovers his parents may be cousins. The Sinking Love of Lisa Simpson Lisa becomes infatuated with a passionate young Journalist who is a filming a VICE style expose on the Nuclear power plant and decides to run away from home and secretly follows him on his trip cover the sinking of the Maldives islands and the UN complacency in offering aid. Lisa The Puppet Master After writing a series of successful speeches for Mayor Quimby’s reelection campaign Lisa is promoted to campaign advisor. However she slowly begins to sell out to constituents and other lobbyists and becomes corrupt with power with Quimby acting as her political puppet. Krust-acolypse NOW Krusty is shot down over Afghanistan while performing in a series of USO shows and videotapes of him being tortured by ISIS insurgents begin to leak onto the internet. Bart and his fellow classmates plead with the US government for the hasty rescue of their beloved idol but their pleas fall onto deaf ears prompting Bart to go on a national campaign to raise awareness of Krusty’s plight and legacy. However Bart soon discovers that Krusty’s kidnapping was a hoax in order to garnish publicity and merchandise sales. Bart by Gaslight While sitting through one of Lisa’s feminist group studies Bart learns about the concept of “Gas lighting”. Intrigued by the idea that you can subtly manipulate someone into thinking their losing their grip on reality he attempts to put the process into effect on Homer. However Homer is well aware of Bart’s tactics and confesses that he’s been doing it to his own father for decades. The two of them band together to see how many people in town they can bend to their will. Marge vs the Internet The family discovers that Bart has been secretly documenting them for years and uploading their daily escapades onto Youtube. At first Marge is excited about the notion of being a modest internet celebrity however she is shocked and appalled at the overwhelming amount of lewd fan art and literature based on her and her family that are floating around the web. After a very vocal cease and desist campaign blows up in her face and creates more of an internet backlash she takes her case to congress and demands that the internet either be heavily regulated or shut down entirely. Rita Hayworth and the Bart-shank redemption In the face of severe punishment Bart agrees to participate in a scared straight reality TV program where juvenile delinquents are to spend a week in a maximum security prison. Confident he can coast by without any problems Bart is shocked to discover he’s to share a cell with Sideshow Bob, who takes every opportunity to violently berate and humiliate both him and his fellow students. However Bart slowly develops Stockholm Syndrome for Bob and aids him in an elaborate prison escape plan. The cutting edge of Homer In a vain attempt to keep up appearances at work Homer falls in league with Springfield’s technophile crowd and becomes obsessed with getting the latest and greatest Apple I phone, and goes to such lengths as cashing out his savings and camping out in front of the Apple store to get one. However upon purchase Homer is outraged that he got the wrong color and insights a riot. meanwhile Marge and Ned Flanders accidentally go to the wrong church retreat and find themselves being recruited into the Westbouro Baptist church. Springfield History X Bart is blamed for an accident that Homer caused in Herman’s antique and Army surplus store and is forced to work off the debt. While cleaning up, Bart discovers a hidden room containing Herman’s collection of Nazi war relics and is confronted by Herman who paints the fascists in a sympathetic light. Herman continues to manipulate Bart to become the poster child for his neo nazi/ alt right hate group. Things quickly escalate when Bart and his followers plan to sabotage a peaceful college protest and turn it into a full on a race war and it’s up to Homer, Lisa and Grandpa to rescue Bart and show him the error of his bigoted ways. Gumble and Son A clean and Sober Barney Gumble becomes a rehab councilor and takes in a young addict who he has reason to believe may be his estranged son. However before Barney can find out the truth the young man relapses and dies of an overdose. Homer and Barney use what little information they have to go with and embark a humbling cross country road trip in search of closure. Marge Simpson’s Monday Morning Podcast Marge becomes absorbed in producing a podcast that no one listens to. Homer finally listens to it and is deeply saddened by the realization of how lonely and clinically depressed his wife really is.

#thrillho

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finsterhund · 5 years

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Work on the revived official Heart of Darkness website is never over! - a little update

Even though the website (or as much of it that wayback archived) has been up in its entirety for a while now, the archivist work behind getting the site up to snuff is never truly over. Whenever I’m at a particularly low place in my life I do more monotonous tasks.

This week, I figured I’d give an update because I finally got around to fixing something that’s been bothering me for a while.

The hit counter!

But I’ll save that for last. I have some more smaller updates.

While probably not the biggest deal, mostly because many people wouldn't bother checking them, I've decided to work on the HTML of the pages themselves, making the code appear much more closely to how it actually did on the original website. This basically means tiny little changes like capitalizing tags such as the <BR> and <BODY> ones that one of my HTML editing programs in the past thought it was okay to “modernize” and shifting up orderings of some stuff. Purely aesthetic, and not even something that visibly looks different on the pages themselves.

I've also been shifting around directories. Originally when uploading the site it was easier to just dump every single image file into the /images/ directory, but originally the site split things up neater, with more of them like /jpg/ and others. So I've been starting the slow process of moving the images around just so that in the code itself and the sitemap it more closely resembles the original.

I've also changed up some slight aesthetic things to text I've added on the site. The donate button and message is less intrusive.

Heads up though. I accidentally overwrote the second frame of the French HoD_main. So it’s not there. I’m working on getting it back from my backup, but I figured I’d finish with the English main page just in case I accidentally do it again.

(and on that subject, I’m never going to fix the typo in the 404 page. I've grown too fond of it. Even though it was something I made for my archive, I think it’s a staple of the site at this point, what with how much everything used to 404 in the early days of bringing it back.)

Also on topic, but I noticed some directories were accessible. Similar to the Paper Beast leaks, this is rarely left on purpose. If you discover any please let me know and I’ll patch them up. Visible bare directories feel so wrong to me. Like just looking at them will make the webmaster angry with me. I also noticed that our beautiful custom 403 page isn't working. Who knows really? Idk. I've tried everything I can think of. From the option in cpanel to manually editing the htaccess. Nope. Giving me the ugly default one. Maybe it’s temporary.

I also noticed a little issue with Opera internet browser that adds some tiny little transparent spaces after things that can mess with <center> aligned pages. It’s a really stupid thing and it makes me annoyed with Opera a bit. It’s most noticeable on the pages where the images are split up into multiple parts because it shifts the last one to the left a bit, making the image look like it was glued together poorly.

Fortunately it isn't a problem with Firefox or Chrome, and I was able to fix it in Opera without ruining it in the other browsers. It does mean that on many pages a single <BR> tag is in a different exact spot in the page than it was on the original site, but it’s so minor I figured everyone would prefer it looking right in Opera over the historical accuracy of the HTML itself. I’ll be going through the site every so often in Opera to see if this problem shows up elsewhere.

And now, for the hit counter!

Originally, on the 1997-1998 version of the second frame of the menu page (Main_frm02.html) there was a hit counter. It used the font that the menus of the site use. The function of this counter seemed to be in PHP and had each digit from 0-9 as its own separate .gif file in the directory “/images/digits/a/”

When I first set about fixing this counter I had no idea how to create one in PHP that would use the original .gif digits, so I instead made another one that listed the full number of visitors in a single image that it created automatically. This is a more advanced and modern option, but it’s one I obviously didn't want to use for that reason, as well as it not visibly looking like the original one. I made a chart to demonstrate:

as you can see, you needed to manually set the font size, and in order to make it closer resemble the original I’d have had to adjust the spacing between the numbers too, which I didn't know how to do. I also noticed that the natural way the numbers fall in the fontface is different than how they were centered in their original .gif files, which means that using this method would never recreate the original to a tee anyways,

so I scoured the internet for code that I could create a hit counter with individual image files for the digits like the original and then I’d modify it to suit my needs. Which evidently happened. It took a bit to implement, mostly because I’m an idiot and decided to do this at 2AM after taking my sleeping medicine.

The way my brain works is it’s not sharp enough at the intentional sleep deprived state I often am in to negate the effects of PTSD. Turns out I need my hypervigilance to work with code because the lifestyle I use to dull it also muddies my brain when it comes to programing languages, even simple ones like PHP. I’m hoping this can be avoided when I finally am put on new medicine. The entire process was rather humiliating when I woke up this afternoon and immediately figured out what I had been doing wrong. I needed to embed a php file of the script running. Not put the script into the page itself. Aka I was trying to write it out in the file when I should have just wrote it out in another php file and then stick a “<?php include” into the page. The page also needed to be a PHP file, not HTML, which I didn't want to do for authentic “just like the original” sake, but you can’t really tell unless you dig in the code. Looking back on social media where I was whining about how I couldn't get it to work was pretty embarrassing. This is the exact way my brain muddies itself in all situations though. I had it explained to me like this once: “You’re too smart for your own good. You think you need to work harder to solve an easy solution and you just end up blinding yourself to it in the process.” It’s extremely frustrating.

BUT!!! It’s finally working!!! It looks just like the original! It even uses the same directories for the images! It now logs all hits instead of unique ones though so... hmmmm... be careful.

I did have to create new .gifs for 0 4 and 9 because they weren't originally saved by wayback though. You might be able to tell that because they have strange red-ish pixels around the outside of the white number. I’m going to be working on making them look like the official ones but for now you’d have to zoom in on them to see it.

but anyways, that’s it. I don’t usually provide updates like this for the website, but I decided I wanted to in order to help myself feel better.

A reminder to Heart of Darkness fans who may not know, but there used to be an official website at HeartofDarkness.com but it went down in the early 2000s. I painstakingly downloaded every file from Wayback and recreated the website at HeartofDarkness.ca that you are free to check out and run around in now.

It’s got rare promotional art, a press bible with character write ups, some level screens, and a ton of 90s-tastic frames! Only the best websites are built with frames!

It’s missing a few things that weren't saved like some images, so if you have those old files from the original site I’d be very much interested in getting them from you. I originally recreated the site because it wasn't accessible on Wayback due to robots.txt protocol. Briefly though it was, so I rapidly saved everything. Originally the highlight menus (in java) didn't work which made navigating the archive hard. As of late the current owner of the domain allows Wayback to show the archive, and Wayback even added Java support so the menus work, but I've managed to fix some issues with images being missing that a friend had managed to save after all these years so I think my archive is still the definitive version. Wayback has also been acting up for me lately, so other that citing it as the official source (it’s proof that those pages existed back then at all) it’s likely more reliable to use my archive instead.

#text post #long post #heart of darkness website updates #vague hod

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Sex On Tape: Call To Police!

Yesterday I did a bit of sifting through my junk mail folder. I rarely remember to do this but apparently – now and then – you should. I say this because last year I missed four incredibly important emails and each time it created quite an awkward work situation; in two of the cases the person involved thought I was ignoring them and in the others I completely missed out on some rather nice opportunities.

So now, every week or so, I skim through my junk email folder and check that there’s nothing interesting and/or urgent from legitimate senders who have somehow been blacklisted by my Mac Mail. It’s usually just a few dozen of messages from shoe companies, phone card top-up providers and cosmetics manufacturers in China who seem to think I’m a makeup brush retailer. Sometimes they are from scammers saying I’ve won money or I need to send money or I need to do something else that always – quite frankly – seems like a bit too much effort. Nevertheless, if I’m stuck for things to do (ie: I have loads of stuff to do but don’t want to do it) then I quite like to spend a few joyous minutes searching for threatening emails and then reading them out with comedy voices. These emails are never actually addressed to me – in the last week I’ve had emails sent to Tonya Recommends, Emily Farr and – amazingly – Peaches McTaff – but still. They’re in my box which means I own them. (On a sidenote, I’d love, more than anything, to meet someone called Peaches McTaff.)

Anyway, I got sent the below and it really tickled me. Especially the “I’ll call to police!” part. It made me go right back to the start of the email and re-read it all in the voice of Aleksandr Orlov from Compare the Meerkats.

I have to say that scamming emails, though obviously pretty dark in intent and potentially destructive in the wrong hands, are often very amusing. The malapropisms, the typos, the hilarious phrases that have simply become lost in translation; I worry about cyber crime a lot, but there’s nothing like a ridiculous email to lighten the mood.

This one, as you’ll find out, relies on the recipient being something of a racy internet user – watching saucy vids and, I assume, doing various things to themselves whilst they watch them. I can genuinely say that I have never watched sexy films on the internet, mainly because I’d rather spend hours on Rightmove looking at houses I can’t buy (floorplans are my porn, baby!); but if I did, then I’m not sure I’d do stuff to myself in front of the computer. What if I was accidentally connected to my mother via Skype? What if, somehow, I was uploading myself onto Facebook Live?

If there’s one thing you can take away from this post, it’s this: don’t do any naughty business in front of your computer without taping over your spyhole first. (“Taping over your spyhole” might sound like a euphemism: it’s not. I mean the camera hole in the top of the computer and if you didn’t know that was there, I suggest you spend an evening acquainting yourself with your machine. Again, not a euphemism.)

So here’s Aleksandr and his scam – I’ve made some notes in brackets as we go along.

“I’ll begin with the most important. [Please do.]

I hackled your device and then got access to all your accounts… It is easy to check – I wrote you this email from your account. [He/she didn’t.] Also I have an old password for the hacking day: xxxxxx.

[OK let’s pause already: what is the hacking day? Is this another one of those “national days of” celebrations, like #nationaldoughnutday or #worldunicornday? Should we be celebrating hackers?]

Moreover, I know your intim secret, and I have proof of this. You do not know me personally, and no one paid me to check you. [To be honest I’m quite disappointed that nobody paid to have me checked. Am I worth so little? I feel like a television baddy when they find out that the price on their head is only $2000.]

It is just a coincidence that I discovered your mistake. In fact, I posted a malicious code (exploit) to an adult site, and you visited this site… [Nope, not me. Now Aleksandr, had you written to me and said “I posted a malicious code to a Velux blinds discount site, and you visited this site…” I would have been properly worried.]

While watching a video Trojan virus has been installed on your device through an exploit. This darknet software working as RDP (remote-controlled desktop), which has a keylogger, which gave me access to your microphone and webcam. Soon after, my software received all your contacts from your messenger, social network and email. [I have no idea what most of this means but the Trojan, Darknet and Keylogger now residing in my device make me feel slightly uneasy. They sound tough and mean, like they might all carry those hammers with spikes sticking out of them. Is my laptop screen the portal to another – Lord of the Rings style – universe?

“Darknet? Darknet, you imbecile! Come closer and bring me the Orb of Clustertron.”

“Y-y-yes, Trojan sire. Here it is, the Orb, oh mighty one.”

“Darknet! Where is the Orbal Octicular Augmentor?”

“The…the what sire?”

“The Orbal Octicular Augmentor, fool! You know, the looking glass that makes viewing the Orb possible!”

“The…magnifying glass you mean? Keylogger has it, sire…”]

At that moment I spent much more time than I should have. [To be fair, Alek, I spend much more time than I should have doing a lot of things. Don’t beat yourself up about it.] I studied your love life and created a good video series. [Oh thank the lord – can I buy it off you please? Creating original Youtube content that people actually watch is killing me off. If you have video and I’m the star, I’ll pay good money.] The first part shows the video that you watched, [Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper singing Shallow, live. I know it must be that because I watch it multiple times a day.] and the second part shows the video clip taken from your webcam (you are doing inappropriate things). [This is probably true, to be fair.]

Honestly, I want to forget all the information about you and allow you to continue your daily life. And I will give you two suitable options. Both are easy to do. First option: you ignore this email. The second option: you pay me $700(USD).

[Third option: you turn it into a blog post and make everyone read out my email in the voice of one of the meerkats from the Compare the Market.]

Let’s look at 2 options in detail. [OK.]

The first option is to ignore this email. Let me tell you what happens if you choose this path. I will send your video to your contacts, including family members, colleagues, etc. This does not protect you from the humiliation that you and your family need to know when friends and family members know about your unpleasant details. [Most confusing sentence structure I’ve ever seen – I can’t even unpick the meaning from this mess.]

The second option is to pay me. We will call this “privacy advice.” [Or extortion, but carry on.] Now let me tell you what happens if you choose this path. [Does it take me through Fall Forest, over Winter Mountain and out to Summer Lake like in Dora the Explorer?] Your secret is your secret. I immediately destroy the video. [Uh huh.] You continue your life as if none of this has happened.

Now you might think: “I’ll call to police!” [No, I don’t think anyone will actually think this because it’s not a sentence that exists. The grammar is completely incorrect. Still, this is my favourite line in the whole of your email. I like to imagine lots of people reading the same scam and then looking up from their screens and saying – “I know! I’ll call to police!”

“Pauline? Pauline! Come up here. I’ve got something shameful to tell you.”

“What is it Bob? Tell me you haven’t been vacuuming your penis up the hoover hose again?”

“Worse, Pauline. Much worse. And someone has filmed it, that’s the bad thing.”

“Oh Bob, when will you learn, love?”

“He’s threatening to take it public if I don’t pay seven hundred dollars.”

“What are you going to do, Bob?”

“I don’t know Pauline, I just don’t. If work see me using the office-issue hole punch to gently pincer my testicles whilst wearing a scuba diving mask I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I wondered where the hole punch had gone Bob! I needed to file the electricity bill and I had to just rest it in the ring-binder, untethered!”

“Sorry Pauline, I really am. I just don’t know what to do. Any ideas?”

“Hmm. I know!”

“What?”

“I’ll call to police!”]

Undoubtedly, I have taken steps to ensure that this letter cannot be traced to me, and it will not remain aloof from the evidence of the destruction of your daily life. I don’t want to steal all your savings. [This sentence is proof that Google Translate is never your friend] I just want to get compensation for my efforts that I put in to investigate you. [Flipping Poirot, here!] Let us hope that you decide to create all this in full and pay me a fee for confidentiality. You make a Bitcoin payment (if you don’t know how to do it, just enter “how to buy bitcoins” in Google search)

Shipping amount: $700(USD). Getting Bitcoin Addresses: xx (This is sensitive, so copy and paste it carefully) [Oops. I replaced it with an XX. This is like when you opt to use the Safari strong password and then the computer forgets it and it was something like Sf%!!hjkh6789cdDcDD34?4 and you are locked out of Gmail forever.]

This is a one-time offer that is non-negotiable, so do not waste my and your time. Time is running out.

Bye!”

I think that the sign-off might be my second most favourite part. So cheery! So familiar! I sort of wish that he/she had signed off with a name, no matter how fake.

Bye!

Leslie xx.

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