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noroi1000 · 1 year

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could i request a gojo x yn where yn is a famous supermodel while gojo is like businessman mafia and she meets him in a part for influential ppl and some rival of gojo attack the party to catch gojo but can't do it and to save y/n gojo takes her with him in a hurry to make sure she's fine ( bro fell in love at first sight while y/n doesn't really care bcs yk very hard to be impressed type of lady ) but a plot twist in this setting sort of is that there has been cases of many murders recently and the serial killer is impossible to catch ( the killer is y/- ok yes u get it but she killed them bcs she ruined her family or sum like that so our baddie is taking revenge ) well this is a dark theme dark romance request so yep ofc there's dark content and no one knows abt y/n's past at all despite her status no matter how hard they try and gojo after taking her makes her stay with him bcs she's one of the few ppl who saw his face so for privacy purposes and gojo barely finds out abt y/n's "dark deeds" when she throws hints playfully ( she's kinda devious morally grey sort of woman ) and idk what to add much more honestly but yea a smexy romantic love story ( SUB GOJO PLEASE 🙏😍😩 ) and gojo brings her a person to kill every year on her bday bcs she feels "stabby" ( mindfuck book series ref if ykyk ) also ofc y/n continues her career as a supermodel bcs 💅🏼👠. as another personal preference don't make y/n younger as it's uncomfy to me so yeah jsjdndbdnfn

whew this was quite a lot

have a good day !

Beautiful Vengeance

cover by @blvckryx my advisor and friend

paring: Mafia boss Gojo x model reader (killer)

words: 4,7k

warnings: murders, violence, guns, some kidnaping, smut (sub Gojo/dom reader)

Your mother always wanted you to have a good life. That's why when you told her you wanted to be a model when you grow up, she supported you as much as she could. To give you what you might need to make your dreams come true.

Your career took off when you were a teenager. When you were 16, you won a modeling contest, and your name made headlines.

And because you took the victory from one person, your life was about to end...

You competing with a girl whose family was more important than yours. You won anyway thanks to your innate charm, which made you stand in the first place and people considered you a beautiful, future model.

Thanks to this, your career could continue to roll and grow. And you couldn't take that chance.

You've worked so hard. You were the pride of your parents.

But your only opponent was a spoiled female dog who after losing to you all she wanted was to get rid of you.

She was the niece of mob boss Q. A man going by the name Q, who made his living by killing people for hire, dealing drugs and weapons. Even human trafficking. His mafia teams were everywhere.

You didn't know about it until you saw a group of people enter your house.

You were in your room then, and you heard screams and sounds of fighting.

As you quickly made your way down to your parents' living room, all you saw was pools of blood covering the soft carpet.

And three people dressed in black with black masks on their faces. In their hands bloody knives that they used to make your parents lie on the floor with open but dead eyes.

You were sad. You were afraid. You lost your parents. You wanted to cry over their loss. They were everything to you. They loved you, you loved them. You could have lived with them 16 years of your life. And now... It's all over.

Or you die and join them. To shorten your suffering.

But something else popped into your mind. To make them suffer.

You could have died at their hands, or you could have gotten revenge for your parents by killing them.

And you want revenge for the destruction of your life...

So you silently walked over to the cupboard until the opponents saw you, and unscrewing the bottle you let the water flow out of the plastic, soaking the entire floor where one of the people was standing.

You smashed a nearby lamp on his head and stabbed him with the sharpened glass at the end. Throwing the damaged item onto the wet floor, you jumped back quickly, letting his body quiver with the current coursing through him.

You hit the other's neck with your elbow, pulling his head back until you heard a crack.

Such easy ways to kill someone...

You've already killed two people with your own hands. Even if the metallic, disgusting smell of blood was nauseating.

Before you were stabbed by the last man, you took the knife from the dead body, and plunged the bloody blade into his chest.

While his body was still moving, he managed to scratch your head with the tip of the knife, just above the ear. Cutting off some of your shiny hair. Making your ear and the side of your neck covered in drops of blood.

The man in front of you writhed in pain as you pushed the knife hilt towards him, holding the knife in it. Stuck in his sternum in the chest.

Even though you saw the fear of death in his eyes, you felt no regret. Even if he cried and looked at you pleadingly, you showed no mercy.

Just like they had no mercy for your parents.

As he fell to the floor, the knife fell out of his chest, staying in your hand. Covering your hands in scarlet liquid.

When he was twitching and moving away with the last strength, you just walked over to him, and sitting on his stomach, you drove the knife into his heart, slowly watching the life fade from his eyes.

You felt your pajamas soaking in warm sticky blood. However, you didn't let go of the blade as you walked over to your parents and hugged them, not caring how dirty and bloody you were. You slowly and gently closed your eyes and left the house. Heading to a place where you know where a girl used to live surrounding herself with people with "Q" marks on their clothes.

There was a calm expression on your face as you walked straight down the runway, focusing on going perfect. The flashes of the flash bouncing off your eyes. The outfit you're wearing looks so good on you. One of the collections of one of the most famous fashion designers has been selected for you. Alternating with two other models, you go out there, showing the clothes on your body for less than a minute. A then you go back to change into your next outfit, and leave when it's your next turn.

It was your job.

You like it. You are a famous model.

And you don't mind that people only look at what your body looks like.

You go to clothes exhibitions, you take part in advertisements for clothes, cosmetics, nail polishes, jewelry. You are the face of many advertisements.

A lot of people who hire you choose you because you're sexy. And there is mystery in you. And your eyes show killer sexiness.

Your pose is flawless, sophisticated.

Everyone who knew you talked about this mystery in photos and videos. Something obtained without photomontage and without any additional make-up.

And Dark Beauty when you're seen in the ads for the blood red collection. Everything from lips to nails was a rich red.

That color just reminded you of what had happened over the years of your life. You don't care as long as no one knows about it.

Besides, your revenge isn't quite complete yet.

When you were 16, you swore revenge on those who hurt your family and you. You are 23 now. You are a famous model that neither the media nor anyone knows the whole truth about.

Nobody knows anything about your childhood, nobody knows anything about your past.

"Our killer only kills those from Q? Pretty good..." the white-haired man muttered, looking at the lists of names killed by one person this month. Three people. He couldn't feel sorry for these people. Each of them had the symbol of the Q family. How could he worry about the death of his enemies?

"Gojo-san, there's going to be a fashion show party soon with Q's boss."

He looked at the man who had spoken to him.

He stood up, adjusting his white shirt, adjusting the collar. He put on a black jacket and black glasses hiding his face.

"I couldn't miss it. Let's get together, guys. Time to bust some Q's heads."

Upon arrival, Gojo sat in a chosen spot next to the raised stage for models.

Soon after, the lights all around went out. The stage was lit.

This made it difficult for them to find their target.

So they decided to wait until the main banquet and party started to catch their enemies then.

Those who hinder his mafia cannot exist. Creating a business is a daily routine for the great "Six Eyes. And when people who have contracts with him are suddenly found dead with a "Q" burned into their skin, he can't sit idly by.

When he watched the fashion show, he thought it was everything he had seen before. All models the same, with fake smiles, with everything to make them even more attractive to the viewer. In none of them, in his opinion, was one whose eyes reflected the soul. And Six Eyes draws attention to human eyes. He knows people's eyes when they show fear or anger. When they show emotion. According to him, there was nothing interesting in the eyes of these women.

Until you came out from behind the curtain, walking calmly ahead. In an elegant black dress.

Your face showed a certain coldness, but warm at the same time. Your eyes were so mysterious.

White hair caught your attention, and you looked at him once.

And then, the mysterious darkness in your eyes made his heart beat faster.

Despite your emanating true model face, coupled with a nice façade, he felt your beauty was deadly. And he liked it very much. Mysterious danger.

A beautiful cat that can scratch her claws at any time. Even to death.

His eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he felt a little blush appear on his cheeks.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone at first sight.

No... It was the first time he truly fell in love. And he didn't want to lose this chance.

That's why he memorized as many details of your face as possible to catch you at the party after the fashion show. Because he sincerely hoped you'd be there.

Even if this party here may be bloody and trashed tonight.

But the moment everyone heard a few shots and one man fell to the floor lifeless, Gojo knew that this was no time for love or fun for him.

After all, he came here to get rid of enemies in an easy way.

And the orders to anyone who came with him said only: "If you see someone from Q, shoot without hesitation. They're definitely here."

All the people panicked and started to run.

And then each of them took out a gun and started shooting at the enemies.

When the white-haired man saw that you were standing behind the curtain on the stage, without a moment's thought he ran ahead, jumped on the platform and pulled you on his shoulder, to sit behind a meter high and shoot to protect you. His goal in sight has already killed three opponents today.

"What're you-?!" You screamed as you pulled away from him.

You already had a plan to approach one of the Q's from behind and slit his throat!

And he interrupted you.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." He said to you.

You couldn't see his eyes clearly through his glasses. But you know he's not a cop.

You are in the middle of a fight between mafias.

Arrows started raining in your direction and he then quickly pulled you in front of him, making you kneel in front of him, and he lowered your head to his chest as he bent down so they wouldn't shoot him.

As he knelt, leaning forward, you were underneath his body. That's how he protected you.

You don't know why he did it. But you guess there's a deeper meaning to it.

It was the first time anyone protected you. It was nice of him. Because that man didn't even know you. You only looked at each other once during the show. Few minutes ago!

When there were fewer shots in your direction, you crawled out from under his chest, heading around the narrow stage.

And you, too, reached into your thigh and pulled out a folding knife.

Ignoring the screams of the white-haired man behind you and the shots, you kept walking. Until you finally saw a man with a "Q" tattoo on his neck.

You literally felt the knife sharpening in your hand and you quickly walked over to him without making a sound and smashed the knife into his neck. And then to the side of the head.

You quickly pulled away and sheathed the knife to check for blood. Fortunately not.

You were pulled to your feet by the same man who tried to save you right after all the shots had stopped.

You looked at his face without glasses.

You noticed the beauty and unique vigor of the eyes.

You heard another shot.

You looked to the side to see a dark haired man firing a gun at a man who was sitting with his back against the stage to make sure he was dead. With his head on the side. Because of this, no one could see the hole in his temple and neck, which is why he died.

"That's everyone. None of them managed to escape." He said, addressing the white-haired man. "What about her? Shoot? You don't have glasses."

He pointed the barrel of the gun at you.

You'd love to fight. If only that guy's hands weren't on your shoulders.

"She saw my face, huh... It's okay. We're taking her with us." He said with a smile.

"What?!" you shouted pissed off.

"Baby, you couldn't see my face. It's not against the rules of my Mafia. No one except those closest to me has seen my face or knows my real name. According to the rules, I should kill you or lock you up so you don't tell anyone. However, killing you would be a great loss. You're so beautiful and you got me curious... I don't want to kill someone I fell in love with."

"...Hold on!" You screamed as you pushed him, but he only held you tighter.

"Come on. I just have to admit there's something mysterious about your eyes. What you show on stage is not the real you, is it?"

"Fuck off!"

"Aw, honey..." he mumbled sadly.

He started to drag you by the wrist to the car. And even though you kept leaning against you, when the other man helped him to immobilize your arms, you were put in the car and he got in right behind you. The door was closed.

You noticed the black window in front of you, separating you from the driver.

That's good. Maybe you can kill him.

When he looked away for a moment, you put your hand under your dress, pulling your knife from the belt on your thigh, and suddenly jumped into his lap, putting the blade to his throat.

"Hey, baby, this is how you repay me for helping me? Understand that these are the rules we have." He said with a smile, hands raised in front of you.

"I could handle myself." You growled.

"Such a dangerous, beautiful woman. What part is the real you?"

"Who are you?! Someone from Q?!"

"Slow down a bit. Actually, it's like I'm taking you, so I should be the one asking the questions. But okay. I'm Six Eyes. Mafia boss. And when it comes to Q, I'm their biggest adversary."

You wondered if you should trust him. He didn't seem threatening now. Also, there was no Q anywhere here.

Holding the knife to his throat, you hesitated for a moment on what to do.

This caused his hands to quickly pull you down to the seat. His both hands held your wrists while his hips touched your ass as you lay on your stomach.

"If I was from Q, I'd rather kill myself than be there. And besides, everyone from Q would pay no attention to anything. They would just tie you up, rape you, kill you, and then dump your body in a ditch. Did I do that?"

"If you tried, I'd castrate you." You growled.

"Dangerous. I like it. However..." he let go of your wrists and sat in his place, giving you space. "I don't know if you could do something for me. I must admit your ferocity and hostility is strong. But let's say I'm the Mafia boss and you're the model."

"Do not underestimate me..."

"So tell me, (y/n) (l/n), why shouldn't I underestimate you? Tell me something about you. Because you are famous, but your biography is not known by anyone."

You were locked up in the large villa that was his home for several days. Why? Because he didn't want to lock you up in your old garages. He didn't want you gagged and bound while you sat there for who knows how long.

Your relationship was closer because you liked him. However, there was still some tension between the two of you.

Him, the annoying, selfish asshole and egotist who spoke to you the way he wanted to, and always came in when you least expected it.

He was able to come to you in the bathroom while you were taking a bath.

And he joined you.

That's why things became intimate between the two of you quickly, even though you weren't even a couple. You could just be considered friends now.

And you both liked the relationship you already had.

Nothing changed for the next two weeks.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit him with a pan until he finally let you go.

Of course he didn't because he acted like a child after being hit on the head with a pan. He pretended to cry.

You took good care of him and checked him for any head injury. Everything was fine. So you didn't have to worry.

And then he wouldn't let you get out of bed, wanting to make you feel guilty for doing it.

He was lying on your stomach, making you rub and stroke his head because it hurt. And it was your fault.

You apologized to him, and what else were you supposed to do?

It was your revenge for him locking you in here. And for skipping one of the most important performances where you were supposed to show clothes on stage. However, you couldn't complain, because as compensation for your lost money, you received from him a wardrobe worth half a year of your work. Or even more.

If only he was still good at sex, then you wouldn't complain so much. Because your partners were terrible. It's as if they couldn't do anything.

Besides, you've also been given a luxurious house that you have to live with him anyway.

"Come on. I already apologized to you..." you said, running your fingers through his white hair.

"But it hurt..." he said, pretending to cry.

"You don't even have a trace of it. There isn't even a bump on your head."

"But it still hurt...

"You've probably watched the ball through your opponents more than once, right?"

"Not at all..."

"You're in the mafia, Satoru..."

So yes, he told you his real name with the idea that you can't leave him and leave his house anyway. So your names were used by you on a daily basis.

"I've been in the mafia since my mother gave birth to me. I took it from my father... Besides, nobody ever shot me. Because I shot faster and more accurately than they did. When I was 15 I killed a spy who was looking for our weak point in our defense." He laughed, purring as your fingers swirled in his hair.

"So you had a bloody childhood too?"

"I doubt you shot anyone when you were a teenager." He laughed. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 23." You replied.

"Same as me! You see? We are made for each other!" He stood up suddenly, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"Apparently you have a headache." You laughed as you saw him quickly lay down on top of you again. "Come on. Come, let me stroke you a little more."

"Which means you had a bloody childhood?"

"Do you really want to know? Don't you prefer that I leave my mysterious eyes?"

"You're smart and cold, or so you think. At fashion shows and commercials, you change it to a mysterious and sensual façade. However, you can care for someone else."

"I hit you with a pan. Is this supposed to be taking care of someone?"

He laughed slightly.

"It was different. Because I don't forbid you to be aggressive. I understand that you hate me. But now you're stroking and hugging me. You wash me while I wash you. We are not such enemies. Can you say we're lovers?"

"I don't know. But when I was 16, I also did something that probably no other model has ever done." You laughed.

He looked at you for a moment, analyzing what you said.

And 7 years ago, almost 10 people were murdered. And from that moment on, the murders of everyone in the Q group and family began. Starting with some of the closest ones from the family of the boss himself.

And these murders continue to this day. The murderer is impossible to catch because no one knows who he is. The gender of this person is unknown. No one knows what his goals are in these murders.

"This knife... You..." He looked at you questioningly.

"I have a knife scar under my hair. And the blood stains are washing off the skin." You said softly. "You can beat me if you know the truth now. If you think I'll be in the way or I shouldn't kill people like them. But remember that if you try, I will try to protect myself."

"You know it doesn't matter to me We may even be partners in crime. Because this is the woman I fell in love with at first sight." He hugged you, holding you tight.

Your actions for revenge are not ridiculed by him. On the contrary. He supports it.

And he promises that everyone from Q will die.

Because he fell in love with mysterious dark eyes. Eyes that from the beginning hid something murderous. So beautiful.

Just like all of you.

Your relationship was like lovers and enemies at the same time.

Or was it more like partners in crime now?

Dark lovers who don't care about the lives of their enemies. You has a mafia boss, the famous Six Eyes, wrapped around your little finger.

You guided him. His heart.

Such a powerful man was so small and sweet to you. So submissive.

That's why you could give that big little boy what he wanted.

You were still riding his cock until you were out of breath that night.

Or rather, his breath.

When you wonder if he's good at sex, you thought he was going to be average.

However, it is different.

He has a big nice dick.

It really stretches you out. It goes so deep. It hits all the best places.

You could barely feel the thin condom against his thick length as your pussy slid over him, lovingly inviting him into your tight warmth every time you lowered your hips.

His arms were bound with the string you found. It felt so good in his muscles.

He couldn't move while you scratched his arms and bit his neck.

You were riding him, making him moan. His hips pushed upward to meet your warmth. Your hand on the back was catching his balls and you were squeezing the skin in your palm. You pinched his thighs. You ran your hands over his lower abdomen, running your fingers along the veins running down his pubic bone.

Your fingernails ran over his chest, occasionally grazing his nipples.

While riding him, you massaged your clitoris to make you come faster. And you smiled as you watched as his head was thrown back as he red-faced moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking him. His chest heaved rapidly.

His cock twitched inside you.

And then you pulled it out of you, leaving it out in the air. Only with a thin condom on it.

He moaned as your fingers tightened on the base of him, not allowing him to come.

It was his first ruined orgasm you gave him.

And you think he was always driving during sex. He was downstairs now, but he didn't protest. This guy just needed someone to dominate him the right way.

Very slowly and unbearably, you took the condom off him as the precum began to form a transparent puddle in the sperm reservoir.

Leaning down to his red cock, you kissed his head, listening as he moaned, his hips jumping as he felt a sudden touch against a sensitive part of his body.

He was so red and sensitive from a ruined orgasm. It was so cute.

You sat on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his length, pressing his shaft against his muscular belly.

At the same time, you pulled his face down to your chest, doing something he always did when he saw you shirtless. You put his head in your breasts and he immediately started sucking on your nipples. Feeling the softness of your skin.

Soon after, he started moaning again and you stopped touching his cock again. If he wasn't tied up now, he would grab the length of it and start stroking himself to feel relieved. But alas, his hands were tied. There was nothing he could do and he was at your mercy.

You pressed your fingers against it again. Ensuring not one drop of his cum will come out of his tip. He couldn't come yet.

You want to see him throw his head back and moan when he wants to cum so much.

You sat on his cock when he didn't have a condom on, and he hissed through his teeth at the hot and tight feeling when he had nothing to separate your insides from his sensitive skin.

You grabbed the second condom and ripped open the wrapper. Only then did you get off of him, watching his wet tip drool.

You put the rubber all the way down his length, and then you sat on him again.

Warming his cock until his eyes were glassy and hazy and his face was so red.

As he threw his head back and his shoulders and hips trembled, wanting to start thrusting into you to come, you gave him some mercy.

You started jumping on top of him, smiling as you watched his heavy breathing and closed eyes.

The mighty mafia boss began to moan beneath you. And his ragged moans coupled with light sobs were the cause of his intense orgasm which was a combination of the three he was about to get. His thighs trembled as he came filling the condom inside you, the heat from his fluids pushing his sensitivity to the limit.

As you pulled him out of you, his cock fell soft against his stomach. You took the filled condom off him and tied it, putting the sticky rubber on his abs.

You lay down next to him, untying his hands, letting him pull your body against his.

Your nights together made him unable to resist you. So when you wanted to go back to your dream job, he had to agree.

Two people followed you across the city.

Even if he trusted you not to tell anyone.

He had your secret and you had his.

Little cameras in people's suits let him see what you were doing.

Well, he knew what you would do with those two.

Besides, he didn't feel sorry for them. They were two deserters who ran away from Q to join his mafia.

And he promised you that everyone who is or even was with Q will die.

That's why when he suddenly saw a pool of blood on the other side, he wasn't surprised and didn't even feel sorry for the two people.

Then he saw your face as you held the camera in one hand and your knife in the other.

"Not nice, Six Eyes ~. I don't like being followed. And we'll keep your punishment for that for later, Okay?"

When you said that, he felt a pleasant shiver that passed over his spine. And he couldn't wait for you to come home.

You were his dark queen.

His dark, beautiful queen will have her beautiful vengeance.

Because you will get everything.

Every year, on your birthday, he would take you to one place where the dirty work of killing was often done.

As a surprise, you got one or two high-ranking Q people.

Because his beautiful queen will always get what she wants.

So if you want revenge, you'll get it. In the best way for you.

You are his killer beauty. His deadly love.

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bookpersonmaryj · 1 year

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Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

1.ooof okay so I have A Lot of current projects, but the one that I've been working on the most over the last week is probably the tma chatfic (working title, I'll have to come up with something better at some point).

it's, well, a chatfic, which you can probably guess from the title, but more specifically: (spoiler warning for the magnus archives here!!!) basically, all the avatars have a groupchat and Annabelle Cane adds Jon at some point after he gets promoted, because they all think he's Aware of serving an eldritch fear entity and are Surprised when he is clueless as to what the hell they're all talking about

i've been writing on it for over at least... two years i think? and a few days ago edited the bits i wrote separately to fit into the bit that's more story-like, at which point i discovered that i'm at 95 pages??? somehow??? so yea there's progress, despite there being literally no plot besides Jon Finds Out About The Entities And Has A Few Breakdowns.

what i love about it: Everyone Is Queer (because i was figuring out my gender at the time and thought i was just being supportive to trans/nb people and not relating that stuff to myself) and There Is No Angst (okay that's a lie, there's a bit angst, but mostly it's really entertaining and not angsty) and I have so much fun writing the characters???

pretty sure a lot of the characters are OOC but I don't really care, it's far too funny to have the avatars bully Jon for having a crush on Martin (yes this fic is also jonmartin with jon getting over his denial Very Quickly during what constitutes as s1)

honorable mentions here to the other fics i'm working on right now: the doctor who bodyswap au we all needed after potd where they Actually Bodyswap, the doctor who fic where some evil scientist tries to use regeneration energy for their own gain (it is as angsty as it sounds, yes), the tua fanfic where klaus refuses to let luther lock up viktor in that creepy basement in s1 (with added nb klaus and trans viktor because yes!), the sandman fanfic where dream loses the ability to speak after being locked up in a glass bowl for centuries (called 'cat got your tongue' because I Am Hilarious), and the ouat fanfic that's purely self-indulgent because i have a I Could Fix Her mentality when it comes to Regina (not just because of that but it's definitely part of it...)

4. mhhhh let's see!

There’s something going wrong in her mind, something is wrong with this whole regeneration, of course it is, forced regenerations aren't ever simple, but this is more than that, because she just let the Master leave with Yaz, with her TARDIS, and that’s not what the Doctor does, that’s not-

Is that still who she is? Is she still the Doctor now?

Yaz didn’t notice. The Master didn’t say anything, didn’t even gloat, didn’t even- And she’s not acting like the Doctor should, so what-?

She curls around herself, feeling unmoored when it’s different than before, the Master’s body – hers now – new and ill-fitting like putting on a glove that’s too small, or maybe it’s too big, or possibly both, somehow.

this is from my doctor who bodyswap fic, and i really liked this bit, because thirteen is questioning her own sense of self, after gallifrey, after techteun, after getting swapped into a body that isn't hers, and i just think that's a really neat concept to explore

actually, have some more of that fic, cause there are several lines i really like:

“Wait wait wait, can’t we talk about this?” she yelps, ducking behind machinery and twisting out of the way of more shots.

“The Cyberium is destroyed. You have destroyed the Cyberium. You will be deleted.”

They’re advancing on her, and she doesn’t have her sonic on her, it’s in her coat pocket, stupid Doctor, stupid Master, means she’s defenceless, means-

Except, she reaches into her pockets out of instinct, and there’s something in there.

“I don’t-” The words get stuck in her throat because they’re so untrue, doesn’t she want to do this, and it’s different now, this is a step she’s not been prepared to take, is she really going to do this?

“Stand down. You will be deleted.”

Yeah, right.

Them or her. Them or Earth.

The decision, in the end, is far too easy.

And then the Doctor stares at the tiny Cybermen, the Master’s TCE still raised, and something in her mind is spinning wildly out of reach, something has changed and she doesn’t quite know what it is, or if it can be reversed.

thirteen making master decisions instead of doctor decisions! love to see her make Bad choices

“I see you had time to change.”

The words spark memory, and the Doctor raises a brow at him, lifts her arms in a mockery of presenting the new clothes, and replies: “I always dress for the occasion.”

Is that amusement in his eyes or is she imagining it?

She lets her arms drop, crosses them over her chest again, considers him. It’s strange to stare at her own face and have it look back, except those eyes aren't hers, those eyes have always been his, she’d know them anywhere.

what's more 'master' than changing your outfit for the Drama of it?

yeah, I don't know where this story is going, but the second i've finished it i'll upload it! ^-^

EDIT: just found the Actual scene i wanted to share but got distracted from looking for, this is from my other dw fanfic where someone wants to take regeneration energy

All his attention is on the Doctor, beautifully bathed in gold, brimming with light and life, the force of a nuclear explosion coiling inside her, infecting her surroundings, leaking into the air and causing everything in her path to self-destruct.

i adore writing thirteen as incredibly destructive force of nature ^-^

that's all, carry on!

6. good question... I have a lot of fun writing the thirteenth doctor, but honestly? it's Klaus Hargreeves from the umbrella academy. i just can't seem to stop writing Klaus, especially nonbinary he/they Klaus who figures out their powers and chills with Benny while his siblings are ignoring the both of them. (this probably says Something about me but I Do Not See)

(honorable mention to my ouat self-insert which i Cannot write anymore because i started writing her before i figured out that i am not, in fact, cis, and now i'm having trouble identifying with the person that used to be me)

8. mhhh... in terms of Queer things yes, i read and write both of those things.

i do think i Write far more angst than i Read angst.

also, this question depends entirely on whether it's meant as reading books or reading fanfiction, because obviously i read the sort of fanfictions that i also write, and i guess yeah, i do also read the books that are sort of close to the sort of fanfiction vibes i like to read / write

13. yes i do! mostly just fanfictions, nothing 'original' just yet (i am working on it though!).

the ao3 link to my published fics is here, and there's also a German self-insert ouat fanfic on a German fanfic site, but uhhh that's sort of Very Unfinished and was started when i was still in school sooo... (i am planning on rewriting it at some point, and will try to finish it as well...).

as to the rest: there are... several projects that i've kept to myself, yes. i've taken my three (?) finished harry potter fics off the internet for now because i don't feel comfortable having them up with the way jk is behaving, and i won't post any of the ones i'm still writing on (i'm mostly just writing on them because if i have an idea i need it Out).

i also have A LOT of fanfics that are simply not finished yet, and because i know that i will not be able to stick to a posting/writing schedule i'd rather finish them before posting them, they'll stay on my laptop for now.

I am also working on a superhero book, but I've had to change a few of the original ideas i had because they don't really fit with the rest of the vibe of the book anymore, so i don't know when that's gonna be finished, if at all...

25. tough question... I have a lot of fun writing something with a twist, like, I as the writer am aware of a piece of information about the story/character I am writing that the reader is Not aware of but i am layering little hints into the story, and at some point i have a Reveal of the thing. i wasn't aware that this was something i did for a bit, until someone (you, dimitri, very specifically you) pointed it out in one of my fics and i realized that i Liked doing things like that actually, so yea!

also uhh i guess i really like how i can sort of work through some of my problems by projecting them onto characters? it helps sometimes...

i also enjoy writing something, and then having an idea, and suddenly the story is going in a wildly different direction as before, and i didn't anticipate it but i actually like this new direction, so i just roll with it. it's nice that writing is... alive, in a way.

wow, i wrote far more than i expected. thank you for asking these questions @rearranging-deck-chairs I had a lot of fun answering!

#writing stuff #asks #answering questions about my writing #doctor who

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Be There For You (M)

Preview: “How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?”

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

Pairing: Demon JaeminxFemale reader ft Jaehyun

Word Count: 6k

Genre: one shot(..), deal with the devil AU, PWP, dubcon/implied noncon(he’s a fucking demon..), death mentioned, M/F, dark fic, sacrilegious themes, major plot twist🐒

Smut Warning: oral, mild choking, slapping, degradation/praising, handcuffs, rimming

a/n: nana day🖤 don’t like it dont read it! bitch!

“Wake up.”

When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Reading the album title on your spotify app had you wondering the same. What were dreams? What was the point to them? Anything you found on google wasn’t helpful. Often time finding yourself way too late at night deep in forums full of crazy people discussing demon possession.. As if that’s possible, fucking crazies roaming around concocting bullshit stories of demons. Draining thoughts had the mark on your wrist itching. What seemed like a drunken mishap still adorning the inside of your wrist near 12 months later.

Your twenty first Birthday was spent getting day drunk- legally, for the first time. Jaehyun insisting to take you out for bottomless mimosas. Your now ex-boyfriend Jeno aiding on to more reason you needed to get fucked up. Ending up passed out together on his much too small couch. Limbs tangled when you awoke, clothes awkwardly unbuttoned. Memory blanking on what actually led to ending up here on his bare skin. Nose tickling against the hairs adorning the center of his chest had your nose twitching. Bottomless mimosas turning into bottomless barfing for hours in his toilet.

He was nice enough to take care of you, feigning guilt. Holding your hair back delicately, wiping your mouth clean. Squeezing in chances to help you down bubbling liquid that would calm your stomach.

“Jeno never liked drinking with me..” your voice breaks, holding back dry tears. Throat on fire after the last hour hacking your stomach up. “..well he never liked drinking. I guess this is why.”

Jaehyun releases a tired sigh, probably tired hearing you listen to you rant about fucking Jeno. Fingers massage your forehead, while a strong hand rubs up and down your spine.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I gotta head out soon and relieve Jisung for his lunch.” Jaehyun helps you stand. Dampening a washcloth to clean the clammy sweat left on your face. Gently wiping your mouth, keeping you steady against his bathroom sink. “Hope I was able to make your Birthday some what fun?”

You take this opportunity to absorb Jaehyun’s features up close. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles, the way the skin around his nose tightens in a stretch, his deep set dimples that make hearts swoon. He’d become such a reliable source of friendship to you after applying to work at a nearby coffee shop a year ago.

From the one to hire you to someone who would always find time for you. Whether it be driving you home late at night instead of letting you walk alone. Bringing extra food for lunch when he noticed your terrible diet, with the excuse of ‘cooked too much again’. To listening to you ramble about your ex-boyfriend and the beating your heart took. He was almost..perfect…The thought hits a nerve in your chest. Dropping your eyes to where his lips part open. Maybe Jaehyun wasn’t just a friend..

“Ow!” you lift your wrist with widened eyes. The skin appearing gnawed at, like teeth had dug in. “What the fuck?”

“Yea, you fell at some point. I had keep chasing you around. You can get pretty reckless with just a few drinks.” Jaehyun snorts, pulling off his shirt. Dragging fingers down his chest staring into the mirror behind you. As if he’s admiring himself for the first time. You can’t help but follow his hand slipping down to the dark trail of hair leading into his snug low rise jeans. Jaehyun’s brows lift finding you watching him. “What would you do without me?”

Jaehyun was right, he’d been your only source of sanity since that day. The mark on your wrist growing worse with time, like it’d been infected. Your friend always imploring for you to get it checked out. Stubbornly opting to bandage it up instead, because those copay visits to a doctor meant no food for a week. It didn’t bother much.. only when it was dark, and cold, and the moon hung too low. Paranoia extending for weeks on end whenever you were alone.

Sleep had become sparse. These weren’t just nightmares anymore, they felt too real. Fantasies you could not understand, secrets you never thought you had. It was terrifying, thrilling, emptying, too much to begin to comprehend.

Your eyes burn red staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping off the remnants of yesterdays makeup. What you should have done before bed last night- not that you got a wink of shut eye. Every step you took felt like drowning in quicksand. Standing beneath hot water with a shower to help you come to life before work was exhausting. The lack of sleep slipping reality into dreams. It was hard to differentiate what was real anymore.

With your head resting on the bathroom tile wall, your eyes slowly shut. Water beating down your back soothingly, relaxing you..

“You’ll never escape me.” The whisper curls in your ear jolting you alert. Knee knocking your shampoo bottle off it’s place. The sound shooting to your heart striking fear. You calm looking around spotting nothing out of the ordinary….but why…why was this happening. Why did this keep happening. Nothing made sense anymore, you never felt alone. Looking over your shoulder constantly to find no one there. A presence of someone, or something forever lingering. This had to be what losing your mind felt like…

The subway cart was full today, squishing between people on their way to work. Your head ducked, blinking your eyes trying to force tears to coat the dryness. You’d lost track of how much time had been spent awake by now. Staggering to hold yourself up, overdosing on unhealthy amounts of caffeine to avoid another bad dream. Another hazed vision of a life you could never fathom. Pornographic images played constantly with multiple men, doing things you couldn’t imagine. Things you silently wished to be real..

“I can make it all real.” Your head snaps when the words from a voice you’ve come to recognize play at your ear. Everyone around you was minding their business. Caught up in their own forms of escapism. The one most precious to you- sleep, stripped away from your mental well-being. This had to be a sickness, maybe your parents had mental issues you weren’t aware of.

Walking off the cart felt like the grim reaper was at your side. You kept your head low watching your feet making your way to work to avoid sparing another wasted glance. No one was ever there, a presence only you could feel. Death, something evil tickling your neck, luring you deeper in it’s hold. Slowing down passing near a church, seconds turning into minutes paying attention to every detail. The way some paint was chipped, moss growing on the roof. Tinted glass windows dawning faces of sorrow. It felt like they were pitying you, warning you.

The last time you’d attended church was back home. A reminder of your life growing up whenever you spotted one. Reminders of gospel, scripture, of Jeno. Memories of how young and dumb you were, all the mistakes you made together. Shaking your head when a rush of chills run down your spine you trudge on. The coffee shop only a block away from the station. Yet here you were running late, taking the long way for some reason..

Jaehyun’s bustling about when you scurry in, mouthing ‘sorry’ when your eyes meet his stressed expression.

He brushes off annoyance easily, never reprimanding you. You didn’t really deserve someone as nice as Jaehyun.. deciding to save that thought for later when he runs to another customer snapping fingers at him.

Your fingers jab at the touch screen register, shaking off your wrist. Skin itching under the fresh bandage you’d wrapped it in today. Hissing under your breath as the ache grew intensely.

“Shit..” you mumble to yourself. Punching in a different set of numbers to clock in.

“What’s going on? Forgot your log in again?” Jaehyun, not only your saving grace but also your manager gives you a knowing look. Already all too familiar with your ‘memory loss’.

“Yes.. I’m sorry Jae. It’s just finals coming up, I’ve been stressed out..”

“Still having those nightmares too?” Jaehyun reaches over you swiping a card attached to his wrist. “Good thing you have all the free caffeine available at your fingertips here.”

You tie up your apron, quietly thanking Jaehyun for clocking you in. It wasn’t just the studying, it was hardly the studying. Most days spent in front of your books staring at jumbled words. Nightmares, if that’s what you could call them, growing much worse with each passing day. It was like you were trapped in some type of hell. All of it felt too real to be a dream. Even waking up with scratch marks on your thighs and hips. Heart pounding out of your chest down to your navel. Waking up dry heaving, falling into a mess of tears from distress.

You wipe down the counter, catching glimpses of yourself. Reflection showing you sunken in eyes, skin drained of life. It wasn’t you anymore, a shell of who you once were. Only averaging two, three hours of sleep at most if the exhaustion set in finally. You pondered too often- what had changed? After your twenty first Birthday these dreams had begun. Your diet was the same, stress no different, cycling through the same lifestyle over all. Maybe it was time for a visit to the doctors. Near twelve months of this was too long, your own stubbornness the only thing holding you back.

“Can you get that?” Jaehyun calls to you. Following the sound of the door bell chimes.

“Yea one second..” Tossing aside the dirty cloth you’d been wiping down the cold brew machines with, you turn ready to welcome a customer.

Breath knocks out of your lungs as if some 400 pound sumo wrestler drop kicked you. Gasping out, neck burning up. Your hands come around your throat trying to suck in air. Choking on dryness, as if all oxygen had disappeared. The man standing behind the counter stares at you, eyes intrigued watching the scene unfold before him. Finger tapping on the marble, growing impatient with your dramatic reaction.

Jaehyun jogs the small distance between you, hand clapping down on your back. Eyebrows shoot to his forehead with concern. You cough, hacking up, chest constricting with every drawn in breath. Air failing you, Jaehyun’s mouth moves. Words muted to your ears, ringing sounds clogging your senses.

The man behind the counter smirks to himself. Finger dragging along the back of the register. Eyes scanning the pastries in the display case.

“Hmm, chocolate croissants.. I’m feeling a bit famished I suppose..” with a sigh, his fingers snap. A gust of air rushing to your chest. Head falling back gasping short of breath. As if something... someone had finally released their hold on your neck. Someone finally got their hands on you, warning you of what’s to come.

“Are you okay??” Jaehyun’s looks fearful, watching the blood drain from your face. You swallow, tongue running over the roof of your mouth. Head nodding slowly in response. A throat obnoxiously clearing out loud in front of you.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sir.. my apologies..” Jaehyun gives you another glance, lowly whispering. “Maybe you should go take a break?”

“No no..” your head shakes, trembling legs carrying you forward. Jaehyun had been too understanding with you. It wasn’t his fault you were probably losing your mind. Reminding yourself to google mental health disorder symptoms later. You tap at the register, licking over your dried cracked lips.

“What can I get started for you today?” you ask, focusing on your jittery hands.

“I’m going to ruin you.” A husky voice whispers in your mind. Eyes shooting up to the man before you. It’s deafening, seeing someone like him up close. A small smile playing on his lips, mischievous eyes barreling into yours.

“E-excuse me?” You stutter, throat feeling tight again. A needy ache crawling from your spine to your gut. Wrist tormented down to the bone, uncomfortably bending it at an awkward angle to find relief.

“I said Iced Americano.” He sighs, body leaning over the counter. Palms flat on the surface, neck cracking to one side. “Five shots over ice. Can you do that?”

The questions intention to make you feel dumb. As if making an Americano is too difficult for you. Teeth gritting with annoyance, eyes unable to move off of him. Something so familiar, and terrifying. Bile rising in your chest the longer you stare.

“Apple pay?” He questions unlocking his phone. You slowly nod watching long fingers swipe over the screen. “Oh and a chocolate croissant. The devil’s favorite you know.”

That... was odd.. then again customers often said random things. Typically earning a fake laugh and smile. This one receiving nothing but a frown, a concerned gaze.

“Name for the order please?” you sulkily ask, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained ahead. Pretending to care about whatever you’re inputting on the screen.

“Jaemin. You know, like the demon.” Again, that was odd.. you nervously wipe your palm down your apron with a nod.

“We’ll call your name when your orders ready.” You move to spin around, his hand reaches past register. Jaemin grips your wrist loosely, fingertips hot on your flesh. Your teeth grit in pain, skin incinerating beneath his grasp.

“Say, do we.. know each other?” His question’s diabolic, arrogant. Sirens in your mind go off with warning. You pull free of his hold, stepping further away. Hiding your hands behind your back attempting to soothe your scolding skin.

“We don’t.” Your eyes drift to his cocky face. A sparkle, something evil hidden in those eyes of his. Screaming danger, instincts telling you to run for it.

“Must have been a dream.” He smirks. Mouth left open enough to spot his tongue drag over the back of his teeth. Turning his body away with eyes lingering over you. He sets down at a table near the wall, foot on his knee with a spread open cross of his legs.

Jaehyun places down an iced Americano speedily, shooting you a wink with a tap to the bell sat on the counter “I’ll handle register, lines starting to get crazy again.”

Barely conscious your chin nods, staring at the plastic cup gathering moisture. Jaehyun having to explain the difference between oat and almond milk as more customers line up with arms crossed waiting. The guy who ordered the Americano….Jaemin or something, completely engulfed in his phone.

“Order ready!” You pipe up annoyed. His smile growing larger the longer he ignores you tapping at his phone screen. It shouldn’t be this frustrating, plating the warmed up slice of chocolate cake in anger. The devil and god raging inside your chest. Protect yourself, but you’ll never know from what.

“Here’s your cake” you set down the plate with a loud clatter. Spilling some of his drink in the process. Jaemin’s face turning so slowly with a tightened jaw. His eyes spark red, flames behind the iris, black consuming over the whites. Mouth parting open all too wide sporting sharpened teeth-

“I don’t want your shitty cake. I want your soul.”

Your hand flies to cover your chest with a deep inhale taking a step back, exasperated “what?!”

“I said, I ordered a croissant. How does this place have such great reviews on yelp? You new or something?” He scoffs, picking up the fork teetering. Diving into the wrong order no less. “Devil’s food cake… ah, I suppose that will do. His second favorite. No tip for you though.” He says with a wink.

Your face contorts in agony, like a dagger had just pricked you in the chest. Clutching at your heart watching him divulge into the cake. The heat around you feeling too alive, swallowing down a cracked shout. You spin on your heel returning behind the counter. Bent over gripping around the edge. Pulse on your wrist throbbing so loud you could swear it’s beating beneath the bandage.

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off..” Jaehyun appears at your side. Fingers sweeping sweat slicked strands of hair away from your jawline. Mouth tight with concern. “Jisung will be in soon to relieve me. I can manage until then.”

“Jae no..” you start, pausing when Jaehyun’s dimples pop out. His arm wraps around your waist helping you stand straight.

“I’m serious, I’ll get you a cab. You look like you just went through hell. I think this lack of sleep’s doing a number on your physical well-being. First thing tomorrow I’m driving you to get checked out.” Jaehyun pokes your chin, leading you to the door. The unease whirling around your stomach heightens. Glancing over your shoulder where Jaemin was…no longer to be found. Nothing left behind on the table, as if he had never been there to begin with.

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Goodbye to sleep

I think this staying up

Is exactly what I need

The record plays, scratching as it spins fiercely before your eyes. Hours of sitting in a trance watching the black scratched up vinyl play. All these songs about sleep, dreams…what if..

A knock at your door breaks your thought, followed by a familiar “it’s me.”

Jaehyun.

“What are you..” Jaehyun holds up bags of take-out with a soft smile before you can finish your sentence. Stepping aside to let him in, he was really too good to be true.

“If I stay the night, think you can get some sleep?” Jaehyun twirls noodles around a plastic fork with question. Lifting a thick brow with his hand held out feeding you. Insisting to feed you, because you looked too feeble and weak to even lift a can of coke.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say behind a napkin, patting off grease left behind on your lip.

“I want to, I’m seriously worried about you. That panic attack you had at work today..” Jaehyun explains. You straighten up tilting your head.

“Panic attack?”

“Yea, you couldn’t breathe..” he turns toward you full body. Boney knee rubbing against yours. Hand settling on your inner thigh. “You dropped that plate of chocolate cake..”

“What?? No..I….that guy! I brought it to him!” You protests leaning in closer. Jaehyun’s brows meet completely lost.

“What guy?” The question rushes images of Jaemin to your mind. He…he wasn’t there when you had left..Jaehyun leading you out right past where he sat…

“Jaem….that guy!!” Your breath catches. Rushes of worry and fear flooding your mind intensely once again.

“Shh shh it’s okay..” Jaehyun pulls you into his chest. Scent on his t-shirt carrying coffee grounds and sweetness. Like a steamy cup of brew with hints of peach. “I think I should stay.. it’s okay..”

Jaehyun’s lips press to the side of your forehead. Pressing you flat against his chest. Thighs draping around his narrow hips. It wasn’t unusual to end up in each other’s arms most nights, maybe after a movie marathon or too many beers. The burden you’d become for him clawing guilt at your chest.

“I’m so sorry..” you mumble along the warm skin adorning his collar. Jaehyun hums, cradling you with ease. Gently moving you with him running fingers up and down your spine.

“Don’t apologize to me baby.. you’ve been through too much. Losing your parents so young like that..” Jaehyun coo’s. Nose digging against your cheek soothingly. “Moving away from the only life you knew, having to figure everything out for yourself so young. It’s expected you’d feel this way after all that.”

“Jae..” the tips of your noses meet, brushing against each other softly. Heavy eyelids shutting under his strong yet gentle touches. Lips meet shyly pressing together, your chest tightening when he deepens. Want and need behind his movements awakens life between your bodies. Jaehyun’s lips drop to your chin with a soft peck.

“Bed?” He whispers deeply. Forehead bumping together in nod. Jaehyun stands carrying you through your tiny apartment. Record player long forgotten drifting sounds of scratches.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind as Jaehyun laid you down. Hands tightening on his shoulders, begging with your eyes instead of words. Innocent curious kisses quickly heating up into passionate strokes of tongues.

Maybe this was what you needed, some dick to put you to sleep. Jaehyun’s tongue licked down your stomach. Hands prying your underwear off in an eager rush. Large hands splaying over your breasts. Thumbs rolling the hardened buds perked on your chest.

Bare skin on bare skin rolled around together, teasing at your lower halves. Desperately moaning like a needy slut when his hand slaps your ass. Breath’s puff against your ear, turning you over. Cupping your hips, pulling you up on all fours. Your arms stretch out tugging your bed sheets between fingers. Jaehyun’s warm breath trails down your back. Low blast of air conditioning mixing with the smell of sweat, smell of humid sex.

Jaehyun’s cock parts your folds, sinking in letting out deep groans. The combination of your drained mind and spent body making it all the easier to use you. Hands circle your neck from behind, pulling you up to your knee’s. Hips fuck into you faster exerting heavy grunts behind your ear. You rooms dark, shadows painting your walls thanks to a small candle wax burner. Mind lost to the heat building up between your thighs. Balls slapping against your clit with every powerful thrust.

“Fuck baby..” Jaehyun groans. Hand scooping your chin, tongue circling your ear. Mumbling praises of how good you feel. Moans breaking under every squeeze around his length. A strong thrust up widens your eyes. Screaming out when Jaemin’s eyes appear before you. Like a shadowy figure in your mirror, standing behind Jaehyun’s exposed figure. Languidly rolling the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. Jaemin’s brow quirks, releasing tremors through your chest ending at the base of your spine.

“Oh fu..fuck…I’m cumming!” With a shout full of agony your walls convulse around Jaehyun. Eyes never breaking from Jaemin. Jaehyun’s hips faltering, gritting rasped moans from your climax.

This couldn’t be real, Jaemin wasn’t real. Jaehyun shoves your upper back down, hips pistoning into your heat. Pounding against your ass chasing his release. Black orbs spin your mind around, screaming with a bite on your fist as you cum again. Limbs loosening, falling flat against your bed. Jaehyun’s cum spilling across your ass, murmuring something. Too spent, sinking deeper into a black ocean full of Jaemin. Your eyes fall shut with no control. Willpower to avoid sleep finally losing.

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The room you awake in seems ominously familiar. Your eyes squint taking in everything. It was cold, hot, your skin clammy with a dry sweat. Everything hot, air prickles painfully at your skin with any movement. Ears clogged up listening to the faint echoes of ear shattering screams flow from behind cave-like walls. It ached to hear, tormented painful cries, it felt like..

“Like hell?” Jaemin.

He takes his time walking around you, spinning a set of small keys around. Lifting a brow your way when the metal handcuff on your wrist noisily clanks about your shaking arm.

“You’re not gonna get away with this! Someone will come looking for me!!” It’s impossible not to break into a cry mid-scream. It was him- all of this. Him. The restless nights sat up in bed terrified to shut your eyes. There was no point in denying the obvious anymore, a fucking demon.

“That’s a smart girl. Here I thought you’d be completely brainless by now.” Jaemin let’s out an exasperated sigh. Setting his bottom down on the bed you’re trapped to. His arm extends dropping the keys atop a table nearby. Just far enough out of reach, just close enough for you to struggle with hopes of freeing yourself. “I warned you didn’t I?”

“Why..” you insists, seeking some clarity. Questions didn’t matter, he knew all your thoughts. Every deep dark desire, every feeling of guilt. Any worry, all the stress he brought you. He knew it all, he was in you.

“That’s not my answer to give you..unfortunately my angel.” Jaemin makes quick to move, straddling your lap. His fingers play with the strings holding the thin robe covering your body together.

“Don’t..” you fret, sinking your lower half deeper into the bed. His teeth shine on full display, slowly untying you.

“Don’t act so innocent now angel..” Jaemin scoops down, lips pressing to your ear in whisper. “..or was it, puppy? You always liked that didn’t you?”

Your brows twists, grunting a weak breath. Obscene images playing in your head, things that still didn’t make sense. Dreams…he’d been controlling all of them..pulling you deeper into a world of sin..

“That’s right angel..” with a soft kiss to your earlobe Jaemin pushes the material off your body. Sitting up placing warm, hot hands on your ribcage. Digging fingers into each dip between bone, sharp nails leaving marks. “My little slut who does anything for cock.”

“No..” your head shakes, resisting. Resisting the wanton need eating at your insides. The odd attachment and draw sucking you deeper into his games. This had to be another bad dream. Another inexplicable dream bordering sick fantasy.

Bending over, Jaemin engulfs your breast, squeezing around your jaw with the other. “This is our reality now, I know exactly what you need.”

“I don’t!” You abruptly shout, ripping your wrist against the metal keeping you in place. Burning pain drags through your arm marking cuts into your skin.

“You do.” Jaemin’s tongue drags across his lower lip. He moves in slow-motion easing garments off his body. Unbuttoning down the shirt hiding his defined stomach and chest. “Human dreams are so interesting. It’s like God created an easy portal. Allowing me to enter your spirit and lay down the ground to slowly destroy you.”

Jaemin lifts your free hand forcing your touch down each dip of muscle on his defined stomach. “Just how you like it right? I didn’t choose this useless human form for myself, I’ll have you know. Quite thoughtful if you ask me.”

Your fingers freeze on his skin racking shivers through your limbs. Lighting flames in your gut no less, body betraying you reacting the way he wanted. The way he’d always planned for.

“Leave me alone!” Shouting with failing attempt to pull from his grip. Jaemin lifts your hand to his lips, dribbling spit down your long fingers. Liquid fire cooling the aching cold. Hot and cold, heaven and hell, good and evil. The embodiment of wickedness slurping at your flesh. Sucking in two fingers to the back of his throat singing moans of ecstasy.

“God..” you squirm beneath his weight. Sweat dripping from your hairline to brow, weak with anger. Slick pulsating from your core the harder he sucks. With a slow drag of his tongue between your two fingers, he pulls off.

“I prefer Jaemin.” His cocky smirk has you clenching around nothing, empty. Hungry and empty, craving the hell in his eyes. Carnal desire to be destroyed clouding your head. The voice breaking free in your mind imploring you to get fucked. Break me, ruin me, breed me.

“That’s my angel, my slutty little whore.” Jaemin shifts down, kissing over your mound. Unbuckling his hardened length as his mouth finds home between your thighs. Jaw hinging open, tongue laving over your soaked insides.

“Ah..no…” Yes. Yes. Yes. It felt so good. Jaemin’s mouth knowing exactly what to do. Gripping the meat on your inner thighs roughly. Tongue curling in your hole, panting between thrusts of his expert mouth. Water filled your lungs neglecting your straining eyes. Head tossing around, Jaemin shoving your thighs up revealing both of your needy holes. Tongue wiggling deeper swallowing every drip of wetness seeping from your core.

“No!” Your teeth bury into your lower lip. Back arching up, hips circling fucking against his long fat tongue. Pleading for more, bigger, something to make it hurt. Thrashing with a shout weakly when his tongue prods at your ass. Jaemin grunts lapping at your clenched up rim.

“Nasty whore always loved taking it in the ass hmm” his wet lips mumble against your puckered hole. Tongue slipping through the closed up entrance swallowing taste of shame down his throat. Groans vibrate past his neck, traveling up your spine. Twisting up with sounds of metal clattering by your head as you struggle.

“FUCK! yes!!” Jaemin’s thumb presses on your clit. Rolling the bundle of nerves around, bending you further uncomfortably. Tongue engulfed between your ass hungrily gliding over every dip and crevice. Eyes lit up watching you break and succumb. Thighs tremble surrounding his head. Your eyes rolling back, like a demon had possessed your body.. shaking and crying under his ministrations.

Jaemin slides out with a lewd slurp around your asshole. Quickly mounting you, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. Thick cock dragging between your convulsing cunt. “Feels good, always playing hard to get. Always unfold for me, cry around my cock. Beg for mercy, come crawling back for more.”

It’s delirious, head filling with the need for Jaemin. Unlocking memories, fantasies, dreams you fought off for months. Body weight folds you up further, fat cock head pressing to your waiting entrance. Wetness covering his size, dripping down to his balls. It’s disgusting, filthy, brokenly shuddering out a moan with his first thrust.

“Tight as ever angel. So fucking good around my cock.” Jaemin’s nose meets yours. Evil smile growing larger as he penetrates deeper. Massive size splitting you open, stretching you so full with every intention to destroy you. Waves of heat pass through your lungs shooting around your limbs. Jaemin only half way in forcing impure sounds from the back of your throat.

A fucking demon, a fucking demon. Thrusting deeper in your pussy slapping your thigh aggressively. “Opening for me so good angel. You want it? Tell me you fucking want it.” Jaemin grits past grinding teeth. Black soulless eyes burning holes into your skull. He plunges in fully, neck thrown back displaying a defined Adam’s apple covered in webs of veins.

Sniffling, nodding endlessly agreeing to anything he says- “I…I…I wan….want it..”

Jaemin grunts, hoisting your knee’s over thick muscular arms. Rolling hips against your ass savoring the clench of your cunt wrapped around him. Laughing between a moan in satisfaction- “Good angel, perfect little slut.”

“Jaemin!” Your eyes squeeze shut. The demon pulling back only to rapidly thrust his entire size back in. Fucking into you with abandon, mercilessly. Eyes completely painted black above you drawing in shallow breaths. His mouth hung open thrusting deeply. Hitting every sweet spot inside you effortlessly. Your face squeezes up releasing screams, sounds of overbearing pleasure. Cries of wanton depraved lust, mind lost. Eyes snapped shut unable to shed tears.

He’s so big and long, breaching you fully. His hips shift turning you into a sobbing mess, wishing for tears to cool your burning skin. Cock angled perfectly hitting it just right. Jaemin grinds in balls deep, wetness smeared on his thighs. The weight of his hands on your chest feel like cement burying you deeper into the bed. Drilling deeper, edging you closer to your climax. Visions of Jaemin blocked out from your mind flashing before your eyes.

Pulling out with a slam forward, headboard hitting hard wall too noisily with every unforgiving thrust in. Sharp hips plummet against you, powerfully inhumane strength fucking you into hell. Jaemin slaps your chests, shouting with pointed thrusts- “Cum! Cum! Fucking cum!”

Sounds of ragged breaths and metal scrapping against the floor go mute. A deafening wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body, mind, spirit. Cumming harder than you ever have before. Pussy wildly gripping around the demon, possessively wanting more. A little death collapsing you flat against the bed, shallowly gulping for air. Jaemin shoving fully in dropping your legs. Screaming in his throat, filling you to the brim with hot spurts of cum.

The awful realization of what just took place hits all too fast. Watching the demon held up on elbows above you catch his breath. Jaemin’s head lifts, huffing in annoyance. Cock painfully gliding out, leaving your hole gaped spilling evidence of your sin.

“How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived. You owe me that pussy.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?” The question’s a plea. Unsure yourself how any of this could be real. You didn’t feel like yourself anymore, none of this felt like…you.. tightening the thin garment over your exposed skin reminding yourself to have some shame.

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

“I’m yours! Leave me alone! Leave Jaehyun alone!” You scream struggling against the black metal headboard Jaemin has you locked up to. Worry of Jaehyun back in your room, pacing distres. Your dry eyes shut in defeat, tears were useless.

“Jaehyun?” Jaemin let’s out a drawn out laugh. “Ah, Jaehyun isn’t the problem.”

“Heard my name” Jaehyun struts in, accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the chilling ground. Black hair slicked back out of his face displaying a serious expression.

“Ah, so you’re responding to the humans name now? Finally accommodated to that vessel?” Jaemin mocks your ‘friend’. Both of them sharing an amused look.

“You’re one to talk Dagon…or shall I say, Jaemin” Jaehyun smirks with a scoff. Finger tapping at the bottom of Jaemin’s chin. “You little shit, just had to show up when I was deep in those guts.”

“You should be thanking me!” Jaemin enunciates proudly. Shifting his gaze back to you, tongue dragging along his teeth. “Got to experience the bloodline of Lilith cum around your cock thanks to me.”

“She would have came for me regardless.” Jaehyun steps forward. Or someone who looked like Jaehyun. He crouches down to meet you at eye level. “Even now she wishes to save my soul.”

Your eyes droop unable to hold his stare. Jaehyun..why would he be here..It was all too confusing, this couldn’t be reality..

“Oh but it is reality my precious angel.” Jaemin sits at your side, dragging a sharp fingernail up your thigh. He’s buried in your thoughts, running through your mind, toying with your every idea. “Your friend Jaehyun? Dead. Your family? All gone. My job here would be done, if not for that meddling..”

Jaehyun interrupts, standing up straight- “Do not speak of him, you know how it makes Samael feel.”

“Yes yes, fucking Lucifer can’t even clean up his own mess. Has to send his right hand man to earth to fulfill some bullshit prophecy.” Jaemin tsks. Squeezing fingers around your thigh. “Can’t say I don’t understand after I got a taste of how sweet it can be..”

Jaehyun slaps him away, quickly yanking your wrist. You gasp in fear as he turns your arm, tracing over the mark fully developed now. The sick glint in his eyes sparkles proudly, rushing memories from the morning after your Birthday. Sat in Jaehyun’s bathroom where he played ignorant, blaming the mark on your drunken behavior.

“The mark of the beast” his eyes lift to yours placing a kiss on your raised skin. “You made it a little too easy when you got drunk enough to pass out on your Birthday. Humans, so simple.”

“6 months before turning 21, hired at a coffee shop. 6 months of dreams tormenting you, training you, building you into a perfect slut. 6 months later that I spent breaking you down to nothing, here you are. A near perfect whore for the devil.” Jaemin grins, snapping fingers at Jaehyun. The other demon, the false prophet, Lucifer’s right hand man lifts your wrist to your face.

666, the mark of the beast. The proof, the claim as his.

“Why…I don’t…I don’t understand..” you sniffle, nose burning from overuse. Weakly flopping against the headboard. Drained of life, drained of your soul.

“You called for him, so we found you.” Jaehyun unlocks the handcuff on your other wrist. Hands reach out, pulling open the thin robe concealing your body, eyeing over Jaemin’s work.

“Who?..” You question faintly. Nausea building in your stomach under their demonic soulless eyes.

Jaemin inches in closer hovering above you. “Samael.”

Jaehyun laughs, picking you up in his arms. Carrying you out of the room through a long hallway leading to what could only be your impending fate.

“Samael to us. Johnny to her.”

NEXT—> Sleep Therapy

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gintokisimp · 3 years

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Shower Fun with Gintoki

Very NSFW Gintoki x Reader scene. (It’s a scene from one of my other fics, I just rewrote it into Gintoki x You )

Genre: Smut, Plot what plot

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,951

You enter the bathroom after some good adult fun with Gintoki and shut the door behind you. You both agreed to take a shower separately.

You close your eyes and sluggishly stretch your body. It was good, but the positions were also very uncomfortable and your involuntarily cramped a few times while you both had your fun.

You close your eyes and stretch your numb arms in the air, when all of a sudden, a pair of big hands cup your breasts from behind.

Gintoki pulls you in his arms and you screech.

"Gintoki, what are you -"

"I've changed my mind. You looked so good walking in here. I might got a little horny again, I couldn't help myself." He whispers in your ear and presses his body to your back.

"No..Gintoki, not here" You begin but couldn't deny that you are also getting horny again.

"Why not?" he whispers back and his hand let go of one of your breasts to wander down and rest it over your core, rubbing slightly.

"mhh" You just humm as a reply.

"We can go together. It will be faster"

He sucks on your neck and you melt in his arms with a whimper.

"See? You agree with me"

Without another word, Gintoki climbs in the tub and turns on the tab, but instead of showering like the average person, he sit down and lets the water rain on him.

He looks at you and slightly tilts his head, signalizing that you should sit down in the tub as well.

Unsure, you walk over and he spreads his legs to make yo some room. You climb inside and kneel down between his muscular limbs. Grinning, he rests his arms on the side of the tub, leaving his hard dick in your full view. The water hits him on his perm, drops from his tips and runs down his body, flattering every inch of him.

"So.. shower, or.." He asks her suggestively.

You move over and kiss him and reach down for his dick, but in a split second you're laying under him. The water now hits him on his neck, runs down his throat and drips from his chest onto you. Gintoki takes in the sight below him. The water drops hit your smooth, pearly skin one by one, running down your perfect curves.

Your feel your face getting heated from his blatant staring and your eyes meet with Gintokis. He smirks at you and gives your wet body one last long appreciation, before he bends town to catch the drops with his tongue. You gasp sharply as his tongue follows the stream down your neck, kissing you lightly.

He stops over your nipple and you feel his breath brush your skin for a while before he suddenly flicked his tongue over the hardened tissue. You moan as a response and burry your hands in his wet, curly hair.

His hand comes up and searches for your face and you lean into it, while his other hand moves down and lightly touches your folds. Gintokis thumb softly caresses your cheek and abruptly starts to stroke your clit, earning chocked moans from you.

Your hands move down to his back and you let them roam over his spine, dragging your fingernails across his flanks. You notice how he starts to loose grip on his senses and he moves up for a kiss.

Your tongues meet for a wild dance, arousing both of you even further.

Gintoki can't control himself any longer, places himself at your core and pushes in harder than he probably intended to. You squirm and he breaks the kiss.

"Sorry.." he begins to apologize but you interrupt him.

"No don't talk" You whisper seductively.

Your hand firmly on his neck, You pull him down again to continue the kiss.

You push your tongue between his lips and he growls as a response and begins fucking you.

Slowly penetrating you, he reaches up for the shower head and grabs it.

"Oi, this thing has some interesting settings, but I never had the chance to try it. You should tell me how it feels."

Gintoki turns a ring on the shower head and the water stream comes out harder and more concentrated.

You eye it with great interest, understanding what he is about to do. He leans down again and covers your nipple with his mouth, encircling it with his tongue, while he brings the shower head down to your clit...

"Oh FUCK.. Gintoki!"

You scream.

Your hands search frantically for something to hold on to but you only find his arms and you dig your nails in his hard flesh.

Gintokis growls at the pain and stops sucking. Disappointed, you press again. But instead of sucking, his tongue flicks over your nipple faster and faster, teasing you endlessly, thrusting slowly.

With each following push, your moans increase in volume and Gintoki times his tongue flicks with the deepest point of his thrusts. Moving the shower head in slight circles, you involuntary arch your back and your legs start to quiver.

Gintoki tries to amplify your pleasure even more by changing his thrusting angle with every push, fucking your dripping cunt deep and rough. His moans come out with more intensity, arousing you even more.

It doesn't take long before your drench his cock with your hot fluids, moaning even louder than he does. Gintoki plainly enjoys to watch you cum and he grins at you, crimson eyes sparkling in pure desire.

He withstands his urge to just keep fucking you and release himself as well, so he stops moving and turns the shower head back to normal, placing it on your chest.

Gintoki pulls out and accidentally an unsatisfied sound sound escapes your mouth.

Smiling at that, he doesn't let you calm down though, as he moves you up and you feel something hot probe your core. His flat tongue drags over your pussy and his strokes end at your clit, making you jolt sensitively.

"Ahh.. Gintoki"

Your voice comes out hoarse and it only turns him on more, pushing tongue inside of you, tasting you. The sobbing moans tell him, that you quite enjoy it. Desperately, you try to give him hints with the shower head, but he simply pushes it away and instead, he intensifies his tongue work.

While his hands firmly hold your thighs, he relentlessly continues his furious licking and sucking and your feel another orgasm build inside of you, spreading like a fire through your limps.

You scream as your second orgasm overwhelms you, making you spams uncontrollably. You feel your fluids splashing in mouse and he groaned in surprise, but keeps his head in place, taking it all in. After your spasms die down, he lifts his head, cracked your gaze and licks his lips.

"Thank you for the meal"

He laughs quietly with a smug face.

"Don't say that you pervert" You grimace. "Don't you...?" You start to ask, but he cuts you off.

"No I'm pleased. This is only about you."

His tongue moves out again, licking you another time and you jolt uncomfortably.

"I'm a mere tool for you to enjoy"

He languidly drags his flat tongue over you a few more times before he sits up again, massaging your thighs.

You feel fatigue flooding your body and your eyes flutter.

"Are you okay?" He asks you.

"Yea.. No.. mhh ..can't move.." you reply with your eyes closed.

"Should I help you?"

"..with.. what?"

"We're in a shower after all"

"No..no.. it's fine, it's fine"

Gintoki observes you, as you try your best to sit up. Sadly, you fail miserable, your limbs soft like rubber. He grins at that.

"Seems like you have some problems there" He snickers

"I'm fine, shut up, give me shampoo" You reply angrily.

"I'll help you, hold still"

He ignores your fake anger and carefully grabs your torso, turns you around and pulls you between his legs and to his chest.

You could feel his hard erection pressing against you back, sending excited shivers down your spine.

Satisfied my ass, you think with a chuckle.

Gintoki grabs shampoo from somewhere you didn't notice and begins to massage your scalp, working in the fluid in every of your hair strands, making sure it will feel amazing afterwards.

"Mmmm" You hum, completely loosing yourself in a dream world that only contained the both of you.

His hands move down to your jaw, slowly massaging your neck. His fingers always do wonders to you, spreading a warmth all over you, soothing you.

Gintokis pleasing hands move to your shoulders and he kneads them, caresses your arms and strokes your hands.

Your heart starts to pound faster when his hands move to your hip. He massages in the shampoo that was left on his hands while he moves over your whole torso, carefully avoiding to come near any erotic zones. You whine under his touch and he audibly enjoys that.

Please.. please touch me there! You plea in silence.

"Gintoki.."

"Yea?"

"I'm..still horny"

Gintoki stops his movements and he laughs quietly.

"..touch me" you whisper.

His hands rest motionless on your stomach and you can hear and feel his calm breathing.

"Please.. Gintoki"

"With pleasure" He groans in her ear.

His hands move up to your breasts, kneading them slowly at first, before he moved to your nipples to twist and flinch them.

You gasp and jolt, a warm feeling flowing through you. Gintokis hands cause a fire that crawl under your skin.

His lips move over your neck as he places light kisses and you feel him grinding against you.

He must be close to exploding..

"Gintoki.. you should.." You whisper, but he places a finger on your lips.

Gintoki turns you around again and he kisses you deeply. He puts all his passion into this kiss and you welcomed it, returning it lovingly.

One of his hands leans on the tub while his other moves down to rub to rub your core. As soon as he touches you, your hands shoot up to the tubs edge and grab it as a loud moan escapes your lungs, the volume lowered by their kiss.

His other hand moves down to his dick and he breaks the kiss for air as he starts to groan heavily. Gintoki now holds himself up with the strength of his torso and his forehead that is lightly pressed on yours.

He looks you in your eyes, glazed with pure desire, panting heavily under his struggle to finish the both of you off.

One of your hands leaves the tub to stroke his abs, sending waves of pleasure straight to his groin and you feel him tensing up, his climax approaching quickly.

The heated situation and him just hovering over you, without really touching you while jerking himself of gives you a different kind of thrill.

Another orgasm overcomes her, as your panting turns into loud moaning. The expression in Gintokis eyes changes and his body twitches. His hands move in a frantic rhythm, grabbing himself harder as he finally releases on her stomach, groaning heavily.

Catching your breath, you both stay like that for a while, looking each other in the eyes, smiling happily.

After a while, Gintoki sits up again and grabs the running shower head.

"wash away little Gin-sans" he snickers, still bathing in the afterglow.

You can't move to hit him, so you just curl up your lips to show your disgust.

"Shut up" was the only thing you manage to mumble at him.

"You're lacking some fire there, honey." He smiles warmly before he shudders.

"ugh.. I'm all sweaty again.. how can you get sweaty in a shower anyways?! And I didn't wash my hair yet. Here, hold that for me"

He reaches out to give you the shower head, but your hands could not grip and so it just falls on your stomach, water splashing everywhere.

Gintoki snorts.

"Guess you're not back to your old self yet"

He jokes and pats your leg.

Propped up on his knees, he reaches over you to grab a shampoo bottle placed somewhere behind you. Without much ability to move, you just lifted your eyes to gaze at the huge frame moving above you.

mhh nice.

Your brain still can't produce any coherent thoughts with all that manliness above you.

Gintoki leans back again, popps open the bottle and puts the rest of the slippery liquid in the bottle on his hand. Satisfied at the amount, he just throws the bottle through the room and it hits the floor with a hollow sound.

Lifting his wide arms, he soaps up his hair in a hurry , squinting his eyes to avoid that anything gets into his eyes and burns the living hell out of him. Additionally, he screws his mouth shut, looking very strained.

You kinda have to admit that this face of his was incredibly cute and it contrasts so much with the hard muscles moving to foam up his fluffy hair.

Gintokis hands left his perm and he starts to massage his neck, slowly moving down to his shoulders.

Oh. Your mouth falls open.

"Ah that was not good for my neck.."

He rolls his head on his shoulders while he continues to massage himself.

"As nice as this is, I think it will kill me sooner or later if we do that more often."

Yea..he's right. You think to yourself. It felt great, but the bathtub is just too small for those kind of activities.

You loose yourself in your thoughts about the different kind of places where he could fuck you, when suddenly his hands glide down to his chest and you snap back to what's happening right in front of you.

Instead of just spreading the foam over his skin, he drags his fingernails across his hard chest, leaving mild scratch marks on top of the love bites you left on him earlier that day.

He moves down over his abs, contouring every single one of them before gliding down to his colorless lucky path, or more so his high way to hell considering his size.

You already played out his next move in your mind, but it seems like he just teases you. His hand rest there fore a moment, twirling his hair, before he finally splits his ring and middle finger to lazily glide down to his half deflated dick.

Yours eyes are caught by the dirty act in front of you, so you didn't notice that he pryes at your reaction through his lashes.

Your eyes follow his movements in a trance, so he decides to spice it up a little. He washes himselfs thoroughly, slightly thrusting in his hand, while his other hand still glides up and down the side of his torso. Gintoki lets himself go to stretch his arms up for a yawn. His upper body moves in a wave, flexing his abs.

You're absolutely in no capability to avert you eyes but why would you do that anyways?

He leaves one of his arms in the air and slowly glides his hand over his bicep, dragging his nails along a vein. You follow his fingers, which are gliding down to his abs again.

Gintokis hand leaves his body and he holds it out to you.

What?

You simply stare at it, the sound of the water is the only thing that fills the room.

"Hand me the shower head please"

He whispers and you shriek at the sudden disturbance.

You weakly grab the shower head and reach it out to him. Gintoki mischievously looks at her with one half open eye and he grabs it with a smirk. He turns the shower head in his direction and the water hits his broad chest first.

Your hand involuntary grips harder on the edge of the bathtub. The water finds it's way down his perfect creases and makes him appear like a god in your eyes. Throwing his head in his neck, he grins and lets the water hit his throat, groaning languidly.

Your insights twists. It was just a show of pure, intense masculinity and it is incredibly hot.

He slightly bows forward and searches for your hand on the side of the bathtub. He grasps it slightly and places it on his abs.

Your fingers touched his perfect build and he shivers in anticipation. You started to trace his outlines, follow some veins and press them down slightly.

His head still thrown back, he moans and you feel him twitch under your light touches. He whispers your name sensually when you lay your flat hand on his stomach.

It is really unfair how hot he is.. You think while loosing your grip to reality more and more. Your hand moves down but he grabs your wrist.

"Sadly, your little private show is over now"

He says while lowering his chin down again. He winks and you snap out of your trance, facing away from him with an embarrassing glow on your face.

He climbs out of the tub and grabs a towel and starts to dry himself.

"Don't you want to come out as well?"

He asks while rubbing his hair with the cloth.

"Gintoki..I don't think I can stand up.."

You admit faintly.

Gintoki smiles warmly and picks you up, heaving you out of the tub. Sitting down on the floor and placing you on his lap, he grabs another one and towels you down as well. After he was done, he wraps the towel around you and laughs.

"You have to admit, that was good, was it?"

He smiles.

#gintoki #sakata #sakata gintoki #gintokixreader #gintokixyou #fanfic #xreader #gintama #銀魂 #坂田銀時 #銀時 #gintoki x reader #gintoki x you #headcanon

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shoezuki · 3 years

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I wanna say words about how the plot twist of Eret betraying L'manburg worked really well and the plot twists happening right now haven't but I don't really know how to go about it. I don't think it's just a difference in Wilbur vs Dream's writing cause cc!Wilbur didn't know about the betrayal till it happened and I don't think Dream was writing back then, so it was all Eret doing that. But I still feel like the characters were able to react and grow because of that betrayal a lot better than they are now. Maybe it's because the betrayal was when all of them were live and acting and not in a stream with just two people but idk.

i wasnt around durin that time when the Original betrayal/traitor thing happened but like. that shit had Such an impact. im 90% fuckin sure like All or most the following ‘plot twist’ attempts n the whole ‘traitor’ bullshit that keeps bein pulled up is BECAUSE of how hard eret’s betrayal Hit.

honestly i think like. why That worked so well was largely due to lack of writing back then. there was a point where it wasnt so much of characters and ‘lore’ in that even If they were gettin some writing coordination in there on wilbur’s part it was still New.

there wasnt so much of distinct ‘characters’. largely how the ccs were acting was as They are. eret’s betrayal wasnt something they needed to Act for because it wasnt Actually, genuinely expected. lmanberg were shocked because it was ACTUALLY a shock to them.

it was GOOD because all the cc’s reacted organically as they Would when genuinely shocked, because they Were in a sense. but also it wasnt so outlandish to be outside of the realm of possibility.

originally the conflict was more lmanberg vs. dream smp. it was very us versus them, black and white. but eret’s betrayal muddied that. it introduced moral dilemmas and grey characters. we saw it a Lot with wilbur’s character as it was the key point that lead to his paranoia and distrust and ultimately his demise.

although i like. i feel eret’s betrayal fucked herself over. from then it became more Plot and wilbur’s writing, and eret’s character wasnt Relevant anymore. not in the plot. only her betrayal really was important. and any attempts at eret’s end to bring himself back in the plot and Redeem himself was Shot because like. wilbur’s writing was set in motion. also i feel that the betrayal reactions was So strong even fandom wouldnt have let them back ‘in’.

but yea. youre absolutely right. in my mind the whole reason we Have morally grey characters and the question of whats wrong and whats right be so Prevalent in dsmp is Because eret did a fucking great job with that.

in my mind eret is like.... his ‘character’ is opposing to techno’s in foundation. he’s not unwaivering or as firm as techno. he’s kinda like. dynamic, kinda like Surprising and conflicted and Unexpected. but also still layered and considering eret’s words bout their character they Do have a core idea they still stick by. kinda like tommy but good ksjglksgklh

#hard boiled takes #anon

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inspector-montoya-fox · 4 years

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here’s why Thieves in Time is a bad game

before y’all try it, i just want to say that i’ll be as unapologetically petty and sarcastic as i want and fucking rip this game to shreds. yes, this is how i’ve spent my days since Thieves in Time came out. sitting alone in my room, staring at the wall, crying and complaining. because it has since been my life’s aim and dream to think about it every day, state the negative things about it, and become an evil essay witch on this half-dead website. *evil laugh*

Story:

References: i want to start with the smallest problem, but one that annoys me to this day. in the original trilogy, there weren’t a lot of references but the ones that were included were meticulously researched and well thought-out (i’m specifically referring to that Neil Diamond Carmelita vinyl gag, but can’t find the original post). the references in Thieves in Time however, were obviously just the creators’ interests. Turning Japanese, Clan of the Cave Bear and Bentley’s “hacksona” presented as Rambo just scream 1980s (which i’m assuming is the decade the creators grew up in), and Of Mice and Men is classic literature about the Great Depression, which subsequently started being taught in school in the US during the 1980s. it feels like the creators just went ‘let’s discuss what our lives had in common during our teen years and put that in’ instead of researching it first. and, here’s the thing: when you’re adding references, in order to make them funny or interesting, they have to fit in with the property or the character that’s connected to them in some way. Don Octavio was an opera aficionado so his episode’s title card pays homage to the Phantom of the Opera, young Muggshot was influenced by the movie “The Dogfather” because he’s a gangster, etc. these were funny because they were so spot-on with these characters. if every character in the Sly Cooper universe references the same type of stuff (from the 1980s) and shares the same interests, it’s just claustrophobic and uninteresting. i’m pretty sure i’m not the only one who had to look up these ultra-hetero, scrotum references when the game came out. that’s because they were specifically tailored to be funny to them, and not their target demographic which were kids in 2013.

Narrative: now that we got that out of the way, let’s look at the narrative. at the end of Sly 3, Bentley says he’s building a time machine. Sanzaru took that joke and decided to run with it as the premise for their game. ok, not the best idea, but i get it - you’re literally picking up where the last game left off. since all the storylines were wrapped up, they could’ve done something different like Sly’s kids or Bentley and Murray’s families, but this isn’t an essay about suggestions so...... time travel (i want to say that it’s, again, an 80s reference but whatever) was pretty ‘out there’ in 2013. i mean, even Plants vs Zombies 2, which was released that year, had to do with time travel (yes, i’m referencing an app). but Sanzaru had the advantage of applying this premise onto already established mythos and lore. the story had definite potential: someone is threatening Sly’s lineage so he has to travel back in time to save the day. the player would get to explore new locations and iconic eras in history, and, of course, the main selling point: playable ancestors. how could you screw that up? welp.... let’s think about the plot holes here for a sec. Bentley’s device would take the gang back in time when given an item from the specific era. stop. this right here is called ‘over-complicating’. how did they know the items would take them directly to the point where the specific ancestor was in danger? the Feudal Japan period lasted for 700 years: how did the machine know when and where to drop them off? and if the gang could return to the present at any time, why didn’t they do so when they were in trouble? oh right, the machine was broken. so how did they return the baddies to the present after they defeated them? i mean, why did they use the Grizz’s crown to travel to Medieval England if they went back to the present to drop him off to Interpol first? and on that note, how did they drop the baddies off to jail without getting caught and without Carmelita being around? i can already hear you thinking but these are total details that aren’t important, you jerk! well, yea, they truly are details and i truly am overthinking it. and yes, i truly am a jerk. but let me tell you something: when Sanzaru chose to make a new Sly game, did they not think ‘oh we’ll have to follow up Sly 2 and Sly 3′s stories’ which were well thought-out narratives with depth and various themes and didn’t have huge plot holes (as seen by my analysis through the episode project) ???? and did they also not think that their game would come out eight years after the last one, having expectations at an all-time high???? yea, that’s what i thought.

Characters: i’ll make a different section for Sucker Punch’s characters, so this is for Sanzaru’s original ones. name one iconic original character from Thieves in Time. i’ll wait... nope. not one. that’s because all of them were absolute shit. and here’s where i want to touch upon Sanzaru’s over-reliance on the trilogy. Ms Decibel (perhaps the most obvious copy) is a mix between Don Octavio, Miz Ruby, and the Contessa. El Jefe is Rajan if he went to the gym. Toothpick has Sir Raleigh’s temper and tendency to grow in size. and the Grizz is... whatever the fuck he is. (don’t worry i didn’t forget Le Paradox and Bob). there’s a difference between studying & creating similar characters and blatantly plagiarizing older characters because you lack the creativity. oh, boo-hoo this evil jerk’s telling it how it is. this set of villains is so lacklustre, i don’t even know where to begin. El Jefe is a tiger, even though we’ve already had two major tiger villains and one tiger flashlight guard. ok. Rajan could summon lightning because of the Clockwerk heart but El Jefe can do the same, how exactly? Toothpick is an armadillo (good) from Russia (better) with an obsession with the West (excellent) who can also grow huge (very bad). it’s never explained how or why. why?????? just tell me why. i want to know. i really want to know. Ms Decibel is an elephant who got into a tragic accident which left her with the power of hypnosis. music and hypnosis have already been done, but ok, i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. so how do we use this character? spend the entirety of her screen time making jokes about... wait for it... her weight !!! this is top-notch comedy... really? like... really? the creators’ humor is a crime, at best. fart jokes and fat jokes all around. oh, and then there’s the Grizz. what the fuck where they thinking? just, what the fuck. i guess the guys at Sanzaru thought black people speak in rap? is that it? apart from it being extremely offensive, it’s also a blatant copy of Dimitri’s backstory. like, his introductory cutscene even has his paintings thrown at him and into the trash, like the intro cutscene for The Black Chateau. honestly, all of these villains caused me several types of pain, but not as much as...

Bob & Le Paradox: the absolute worst. i can just imagine the meeting going something like this: Sly’s ancestors are awesome! i wish we could fit them all in the game... here’s an amazing idea! what if we use one of the game’s few levels to introduce a brand new ancestor! yea! let’s make him dumb as fuck, strip him of any athletic prowess, and retcon the entire lineage by having him be the first Cooper ever! the kids will love a prehistoric level! ..... could you kindly point out where and when did ANYONE ask for this? i remember @ironicsnap saying something like the game is good until Bob. no, it was already bad - Bob just lowered the standard. like, a lot. people love Murray and his gameplay is neat, but no one ever thought ‘oh i wish we had a Cooper character with Murray’s game style’. why would they waste the opportunity to bring in Henriette, Thaddeus, Otto, literally any ancestor? why??? but they went ahead and created their own Cooper, and that wasn’t even the end of it. they had to make him dumb. they had to make him unbearable. they had to ruin the Cooper ancestry by adding this mess to the lineage. Sucker Punch made sure that all the ancestors were unique, but at the same time made all of them suave and funny and slick and you wish you could be them! well, fuck that. also, his name is Bob. Bob Cooper. it’s been 7 fucking years and i still can’t wrap my head around it.... so now, let’s talk about Le Paradox. i don’t have to mention the previous main villains, but i will. Clockwerk killed Sly’s ancestors and father, and was seemingly an eternal threat. Neyla was a psychopath who fooled everyone on her journey to becoming immortal by resurrecting Clockwerk. Dr M opened up the possibility for Sly’s dad to be a jerk instead of a hero, and died trying to unlock the Coopers’ legacy. how does Le Paradox compare? well, he’s a sleazebag skunk who was mad because of his dad’s downfall to the Coopers. that’s it. no twist, no depth, no clever dialogue. nothing. there’s nothing there. this is a new character, unfamiliar to everyone, who was hyped up for 5 levels and defeated in the conclusion. why was he a match for Sly? i don’t know. how did he fight for his life and ultimately tricked Sly into helping him? i don’t know. how the hell did he kidnap Carmelita? i don’t know. was it the power of persuasion? no, he’s revolting. so i literally don’t know. there’s no backstory, no fleshing-out the character, nothing. all we’re given to work with is a brief info-dump about his dad and how he escaped prison. i don’t know what else to say apart from how big a humiliation this was for Sanzaru and their team of writers. you had 8 years to work on something and this is what you came up with? anything would be better. anything would best this utter cliché of a villain, a distasteful misogynist, crybaby, idiot with an accent. literally anything.

Arcs & Themes: let’s take a look at the formulaic subplots for the gang’s members. apart from dealing with Le Paradox, everyone had a small arc. Sly had to deal with his break-up with Carmelita. Bentley had to deal with his break-up with Penelope. Murray had to deal with playing second fiddle to Bob. Carmelita was a damsel in distress and sex bait for the ancestors. the ancestors had their own mini storylines along with reacting to Sly’s presence. there you have it. i summarised it all for you, nice and neatly. are there any themes like in the previous games? nope. i promise you i’m not lying when i say that i tried hard to come up with something, even some speck of a detail i could use to over-analyse the story and come up with some ideas on themes. nothing. there are no themes. the subplots are character-driven and the player gives it 0 emotional investment. there is nothing to analyse, nothing to talk about. maybe even a theme for each level, like a spooky level or something? nope. the levels are dependent on eras and historical periods. the variation here is ok. Feudal Japan, Wild West, Prehistoric Australia, Medieval England and Ancient Arabia - pretty good selection. i’ll give them credit for it. but that’s it. due to the absence of themes, the hubs feel empty. there’s no replayability factor. after you collect the bottles and masks and treasures, there’s nothing. i would spend hours revisiting the trilogy’s hubs, just roaming around. the hubs here are huge and empty. there’s nothing to reminisce about. nothing to recall. oh that’s where this mission went down. no, nothing like that. the aforementioned subplots are resolved during mission cutscenes and then they’re gone. you don’t have to explore spooky Prague alone as Bentley to have him overcome his fears, you don’t have to find out miners abducted Murray’s beloved Guru and search the Australian outback for him, you don’t have to hold back your tears when you’ve reached the end of the Cooper Vault and Sly asks his dad for help. nothing.

Gameplay:

Controls: as soon as i laid my hands on the controller the first time i played the game, that fateful afternoon, i knew something was up. Sly would respond 1 second late after you pushed something on the controller. it felt clunky, is what i’m trying to say or, as my sister put it, it felt heavy. and she was right. the controls were clunky and heavy and didn’t feel light, like playing as a thief should feel. i don’t know shit about game mechanics but this definitely didn’t feel right. the hubs are also chunky in design, the cliffs are huge and so cyclical or hexagonal, that when you parachute your way to them and are just an inch close, Sly will automatically just drop because he can’t grab onto them. running as Sly doesn’t feel fast, silently obliterating guards from behind feels slow, and swinging, grabbing, pickpocketting, and hanging aren’t fun anymore. presentation-wise, @designraccoon goes into detail here, in an absolute gem of a post. in short, the gameplay animations make Sly look less sneaky. Sanzaru didn’t even consider a thief’s movements.

Missions: why the fuck would you remove the player’s option to choose between which mission to do first? why would you do that? the game lays out what goes first, sometimes having only one mission available in the hub. and the missions aren’t even enjoyable. firstly, the loading screens take up to 5 minutes, maybe even 7-8. secondly, there’s hacking every 2 missions. the missions don’t have any dialogue to make them fun, lack in interesting puzzles, what more can i say? they’re overly easy and lack any challenge whatsoever. at least there’s variation in gameplay (hacking, RC car, fishing, costumes, ancestors, turret etc.) but because of the controls, even these get tiresome. the missions are solely there to progress the story and that’s why the operations are merely ‘storm the main baddie’. the trilogy had some pretty interesting missions which made sure to complete jobs required to take down the big bad. e.g. kidnap General Clawfoot to take down the security, hack Contessa’s computer to make sure Carmelita will be freed, steal voices to tempt Neyla, and then take down the Contessa. the missions in Thieves in Time lack substance and variety. and the hacking (all three styles) sucks.

Collectibles: here’s another fantastic idea: have players collect costumes in order to collect bottles in order to collect treasures in order to collect masks in order to unlock funky Sanzaru logo-themed merch! what was the reason for the collectibles? in previous games, collecting all bottles would unlock special abilities. that was it. it’s the same thing here too, but there’s less incentive? i mean when you have to collect 1000 things, what’s the point? the treasures are random and very few are references to the trilogy, so whatever. and the masks unlock... superhero costumes for what reason exactly? oh, and then there’s also the achievements for your Playstation account, like ‘open the map in every single location you visit’. what fun! if the reason for collecting the treasures is to play godawful hacking minigames in order to get masks, what’s the point? decorate your paraglider with the Sanzaru logo? or have Bentley dress up as discount Robocop? i mean including masks in the interior locations was cool, but the bottles were always supposed to be something you could do whenever your soul desired. sometimes i left them last before the operation, sometimes i collected them before the first mission. so i was pissed when i found out that, in some cases, you had to unlock the episode’s costume in order to get the all the bottles. so, fuck off.

Animation: i’ll keep this short. the animation was terrible. do you remember that tumblr blog from a while back, where she dedicated the posts to pointing out the mistakes in the animated cutscenes? yeah. point is, there were lots of them. the animation style was bad, the character design was ugly, the characters’ movements were unnatural. everything about it was shit. looking past the bad decision to drop the trilogy’s comicbook-style animated cutscenes, couldn’t they have hired someone better? someone with more experience? their concept art was awesome. couldn’t they hire that guy and have it be comicbook style if he wasn’t trained in animation?

Legacy:

The Players: let me ask a genuine question: who was this game made for? kids growing up in 2013? maybe so. because it feels like Sanzaru didn’t even consider the fans of the trilogy. actually, it felt like a huge fuck you. Sucker Punch made their trilogy for whoever. there were great stuff for kids, but adults would pick up and appreciate the references, the real-life setting (e.g. tobacco use, existence of nightclubs, spice instead of drugs, etc.). that’s why all three games are timeless classics. judging by Thieves in Time’s humor, the game wasn’t targeted for adults. so, it doesn’t make sense to use an already established property, beloved by its fans, to attract a new audience consisting of nine year-olds who’d laugh at Murray dressing up as a woman. if they really wanted to appeal to the fans of the original, why retcon everything? why change who the first Cooper was? when the gang’s stranded in Saudi Arabia, why have Sly say ‘i couldn't remember a time since we've teamed up that we felt so defeated’? the gang’s been in way deeper shit before. why the ‘Sly’s dad vs Le Paradox’s dad’ deus ex machina? Sly’s dad wasn’t famous because of stealing the world’s largest diamond, what the fuck are you even talking about? do the guys at Sanzaru have such big egos and bravado that they needed to change the original games’ lore? were they so preoccupied with leaving their signature on a property which was never their own? i don’t know who needs to read this, but i’m stating FACTS.

Characters: now let’s talk about Sanzaru’s treatment of the Cooper gang and the ancestors (female characters will get their own section). why would you change the characters like that? if it wasn’t for the voice acting, i’d say this is a completely different Cooper gang. there’s no wise-cracking band of best friends, going on heists and being proud of their brotherhood and bond. all that is replaced with the formulaic story arcs for each member. the trilogy’s cutscenes and dialogues made sure to establish how Sly, Bentley and Murray have lived together since they met at the orphanage, play videogames all day and order chinese food and pizza and whatever. through missions and their adventures, they face obstacles they have to overcome as a gang, and when Sly 3 came around, their friendship was put to the ultimate test when they almost disbanded. Thieves in Time was too lazy to add to this. Sanzaru thought ‘oh the trilogy showed how they’re best friends so we might as well have them focus on their own stories separately’ and if this is truly the case then i ask again: who was this game made for? because new fans would never know how tight the gang was just by playing Thieves in Time. there’s a lack of genuine friendship moments. like, what happened when Sly came back after faking his amnesia? that’s completely ignored. where’s the witty banter? the ‘wizard & sitting duck’ type of jokes? nothing of the sort. what we get is fart jokes and Murray wanting to dress up as a woman. on that note, what was that all about? ok, have him dress up as a geisha to get in. fine. have El Jefe slap his ass, have him perform in a painfully lengthy dance sequence, have him dress like that during the rest of the episode, and then have him be persistent about getting the belly-dancing gig? the hell? Murray was always kinda goofy but this just feels kinda homophobic? it feels dragged out and unfunny. and then there’s the ancestors. i said it once before and i’ll say it again, Sanzaru deprived me of a buff Arab daddy Salim Al Kupar and gave us that elderly shit instead. all jokes aside, the redesigns were uninteresting. why take away Tennessee Kid’s facial hair and give it to Galleth? i legitimately think all the ancestors were boring. i mean, their gameplay was cool, especially Tennessee Kid’s guns, but in terms of character, they were just some dudes. did they believe that Sly was their descendant from the future? maybe. did they care? nope. they all had the same storyline of dealing with Sly’s arrival, flirting with Carmelita and getting their canes stolen. that was it. the fans waited for so long to get even a glimpse of the ancestors in action, and Sanzaru downplayed all of them. they reduced them to useless idiots too occupied with women and food, incapable of getting their canes back from stupid Le Paradox. and they didn’t even stick to the lore. no ma’am. let’s make Rioichi the inventor of sushi !! because that makes total sense and would defo fit in with the character and the property! why. just, why. you were handed the lore !!! you were given all this rich backstory and you threw it all away to replace it with trash !!! complete trash.

Changes & Inconsistency: i want to briefly mention some changes that pissed me off. where’s the laser glide move? it was an important turning point at the end of Sly 3, so why did they get rid of it? Sly is a master thief who’s traveling back in time, so you’d think they’d actually make him a master thief. also, the changes in the binocucom and Bentley’s slideshows in order to modernise them. if Sucker Punch managed to place the mission starting points at locations where the binocucom would show the objective clearly, so could Sanzaru. instead, they chose to have it be a moving camera, floating around the hub. and Bentley’s slideshows were absolute classics, opportunities to include gags and have Bentley show off in his own way. you just had to change it into a tablet, didn’t you. omg you’re still looking at small details like these? yes sweetie, i consider the details because i think they shape the game more than anything. if i didn’t consider the details, then my opinion on the game would be incomplete. when i praise the trilogy i don’t only look at story and gameplay. because i’m unbiased like that. here, i’d also like the mention Dimitri. what a fucking waste. you either include him in the game or you don’t. but don’t give me some half-baked shit on how he’s working for the gang back in present day. Dimitri staying home, waiting on the gang to call him in order for him to give them details on the villains. how does that even slightly resemble anything about Dimitri’s character? they didn’t even include his voice, some greasy sweet Raccoonus Doodus dialogue.

Female Characters: you know it’s all been leading up to this. this is the crux of the Thieves in Time hate. i don’t want to say the game is misogynistic so i’ll call it anti-feminist. why? just answer me. why? why did you have to disrespect Carmelita like that? right off the bat, they swapped the pants for the skirt. in what world does an active inspector who’s always on the scene wear a skirt? Carmelita now wears a skirt because her only role in the game is to be the love interest. Carmelita now wears bright red lipstick and has a new hairstyle, which would be ok if only it wasn’t Carmelita. Carmelita now plays up her inner sassy Latina because she’s pigeonholed into the ‘angry ex girlfriend’ role. they compartmentalised her, tried to sexualise her because she couldn’t possibly be one of the boys. nope. let’s take a respected woman, high in rank and as physically able as Sly, and turn her into a cliché, an angry ex girlfriend for comedic relief, strip her of her abilities and have her be kidnapped twice, have every exchange with her be about how attractive she is, have almost every male character in the game flirt with her, have her boyfriend be jealous of his own ancestors because they’re flirting with her in order to create purposeless love triangles, and then, after all that, dress her up as a belly dancer and distract some guards while the rest of the gang do the heavy lifting. that last one was really the nail on the coffin. did Bentley have other ways to enter that door? absolutely. so, what the fuck? why did i come back for a good Sly game 8 years later and receive a game where you have to shake your controller to have Carmelita shake her ass? why did they have the guards’ eyes pop like that? why did no one stop them? and it isn’t just Carmelita. it’s Penelope too. god forbid we have a female character who doesn’t have a waist smaller than my finger, and a voluptuous physique. why was the redesign so drastic? the story stuff is also nonsensical. why did she leave? wasn’t she happy with Bentley? i watched her speech about turning on the gang about a thousand times and it still doesn’t make any sense. like, i literally don’t understand. what was her motive? and why reverse her story of overcoming the Black Baron persona and the connotations of a meek woman hiding behind a man’s disguise? why repeat it, shamelessly? do the guys at Sanzaru only know women who have recently broken up? why does Carmelita, Penelope and Ms Decibel all go through break-ups during the game? why does Penelope go against Bentley before they even break up? why waste the opportunity to introduce a new, well-written villain and use it to repeat something already done? why???? no woman is safe from Sanzaru because Ms Decibel... boy, did i feel bad for her. apart from continuously reminding us that she’s haha fat!! she’s also presented as a blind lovefool. love? what a silly concept only women believe in! Ms Decibel had a crush on Le Paradox (for some reason i can’t even fathom) and for that she must pay by being utterly humiliated. and what do ALL women do when a guy breaks up with them? they get so angry! yikes, stay clear guys! ....why does Sanzaru hate female characters? i’m genuinely curious. i mean, what forced them to depict women like this? i’m sorry, i can’t take much more of this.

Ending: and how do you end a disappointment that came 8 years late and didn’t even have a sequel guaranteed? yeap, you guessed it! a cliffhanger. but not just any cliffhanger - a total fuck you to anyone and everyone. with a single move Sanzaru instantly screwed over the franchise. the fans, the creators, the characters, anyone looking to continue the series. everyone. WHY would you trap the protagonist in the past? WHY? did you feel defensive about something that wasn’t even yours and went ‘well you can continue the series but the sequel will have to do with time travel’. why did you think it was a good idea? how does it even slightly resemble a good ending? someone fill me in please. because i don’t think i’m being unreasonable, i’m just telling it how it is.

Conclusion:

i did it. i fucking wrote it in all its motherfucking glory. the idiots at Sanzaru could’ve given us an amazing game but instead of working on how to make it better or including extra levels, they wasted their time on deciding what killable baby animal to include in each hub or what the backstory for each treasure should be. how fucking distasteful. and to think i’m an idiot myself for trying to force myself to like it because i was so in denial about how bad it was. i’ve just outlined everything wrong with that cursed game. i’m exhausted.

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Losers are 15 here, Bev came back from her aunts because i can, x reader

warnings: swear words, a bit heated and just Richie being richie, sorta fluff? plot twist, kinda short because I’m just trying to get out some writing. ok peace

Here I was sitting in Bill’s room, carelessly staring at him, I have a huuuge crush on Bill. He’s adorable, he has a great personality and he’s just so ughhhh 😍. I sat up from Bills bed, sitting criss cross apple sauce. “So Bill?” I look down at my legs. “Yes Y/n/n” Bill says almost immediately, my name flowing with the sweetness of his voice. Something about hearing him say my name makes me flustered.

“I was wondering, do you u-um like anyone?” I ask looking up at him. Bill looks off to the distance for a second. “I don’t know, maybe.” He shrugs a bit. “D-Do Y-you?” “Yea, he’s the most amazing boy I know.” I smile slightly. Bill smiles at my comment. “W-well who is the m-m-mystery boy?” He asks beaming happily. This is it. I’m going to admit my feelings to him. Little do I know, I wouldn’t be the only one who would decide to do this. Before I could say anything the doorbell rang, echoing through the whole house. “I-I’ll get it, but y-you’re telling me a-afterwards.” Bill giggled and winked, swarming my stomach with butterflies once again.

Bill went downstairs and I waited patiently, sitting on his bed, smiling and thinking. After 5 minutes I realized he was taking awhile. I got up from the bed and began walking down the hallway and down the stairs. I stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey Bill! What’s up it’s been taking awhi-“ I cut myself off seeing Bill and Beverly, lips locked, pull away. “O-oh.” I say lowly. “S-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to d-ditch you, this k-kinda just h-h-happened.” He blushed madly. Tears swell up in my eyes, I feel a lump in my throat. “N-no it’s fine Bill, I h-have to meet up with Richie at the arcade a-anyways” My voice cracks a bit. “A-are you o-okay?” Bill asks. “Yeah, you seem a bit upset Y/n/n?” Bev says worry In her eyes. “No, I’m fine, I really have to get going though, wouldnt wanna be late or Richie might kick my ass” I joke, faking a smile, running up the stairs, into bills room.

Of course he likes her, I don’t hate Bev, its the exact opposite. She’s sweet and funny, she’s soo beautiful, just the dream girl, perfect for any guy, I don’t exactly hate myself, but I’m obviously not enough for Bill. I grab my back quickly, wiping my cheeks and swallowing the lump in my throat. I go downstairs. “Bye guys” I say quickly before walking out the door, not even waiting for their goodbyes.

Time skip

“Tozier!” I exclaim, hugging him from behind. “Your day just got a thousand times better!” I giggled, trying to get the thought of Bill Denbrough out of my head. Richie turned around and faced me, looking down and grinning. “You bet it fucking did sweetheart.” I hugged him again, tightly, smiling into his chest. “I missed you Rich” I say. “I missed you too sweet cheeks.” He chuckled slightly. My smile died down as I pulled away from the hug. “You okay there y/n/n?” Richie bites his cheek slightly. When he says my nickname, its different from Bill, my name flows with the sweetness of his voice, meanwhile with Richie, My name just fits with his raspy voice, like a puzzle piece. “Y-yea I’m fine!” I fake a smile. “Don’t lie to me, I’ll beat your ass if you don’t tell me” Richie looks at me sternly. “F-fine.” My voice lowers.

“Bill” is all I can let out before I get the same lump in my throat. “Did he hurt you, I’ll beat him up, wh-what’d he do to you?” Richie’s eyes fill with worry. “No, not that. He, he kissed Beverly” I say lowly. He frowns looking into my eyes. “Your amazing doll and if he can’t see that, he’s fucking blind, Blinder than me. I need glasses and i can tell you’re beautiful Don’t be sad over a dumbass like him, I’d pick you over any girl any day.” Richie hugs me. “Thanks Rich.” I sigh slightly. “I just wish it were him who would pick me over any girl, you’re my best friend, that’s different, obviously you would pick me.” Richie sighs lowly, biting his lip slightly, he looked hot with his lip tugged between his teeth,concentrated- ohfuckno, I did NOT just call Richie Tozier HOT. Okay maybe I’d be an idiot if I didn’t realize my best friend was cute, not only cute tremendously hot but I don’t like him, I’m just smart enough to know he’s got good looks. Richie put his hand under my chin, making me look up at him. “Then let’s make him jealous, show him what he’s missing, sound good doll?” He smirks, licking his lips slightly. I smile up at Richie. “Sounds great Rich, but how.” “Okay so you get a makeover right? Look like a whole art piece, not like you don’t already” Richie winks at me before continuing. “And follow my lead.” I nod and smile at him.

Time skip to a couple days later.

I rode my bike next to Richies. “are you sure this is gonna work?” i ask him. “Of course its gonna work, and if it doesn’t then its still a win, we get to pretend to date. I get to act like I’m with the most beautiful girl in the world and you get to act like your with me, the hottest and funniest guy ever.” Richie smirks. “yeah yeah” i roll my eyes, smiling. We pulled over by the quarry, about 2 feet away from everyone else. I got off my bike, laying it down next to a rock. “its way too hot out today, if we go in the water, there’s about 20 diseases we can get but if we stay in the sun, we could get heat strokes” Eddie rambles. “It’s hot out because of me and Y/n!” Richie exclaims. I roll my eyes again, this kid is something else. “shut up Richie” Stan groans. “Eddie we’ve been in the quarry billions of times and every time we come put fine, why are you still worried” i say, reassuringly. “you never know” He replies. “hes just making up excuses because hes too afraid to jump” Richie smirks. “whatever” Eddie says, going back to doing whatever. I look over to see Bill sitting on a rock, staring at me and Richie, i give him a small wave before turning around so i can undress, my swimsuit under my clothes. I watch Richie take off his shirt, his skin pale but slightly toned, he has slight abs which is confusing since the kid almost never works out. I eagerly take off my shirt and shorts/skirt, I feel eyes on me, i look over, seeing Richie looking me up and down. “eyes to yourself Tozier” I giggle. “Hey! I’m just admiring the beauty! Cant a guy look at his girlfriend!” Rich snaps. “girlfriend!?!” Everyone mutters from behind us, shocked. He winks at me. “called it!” Bev says. “its about time you two got together, the sexual tension is unbelievable” Sexual Tension? But there’s nothing between me and Rich, what is she talking about? This whole thing is fake. “Yeah seriously, I’m surprised you guys havent fucked by now” Stan says. What the hell are they talking about? But I’ve always liked Bill. Yeah, Me and Rich flirt all the time but there’s no feelings involved, right? I feel my cheeks burning, not from the sun either. Richie smirks, staring at me. “Who says we havent” He shrugs, the smirk staying on his face, as if it were glued there. “RICH!” I squeaked, my cheeks burning even more. “forget i ever said anything” Stanley gagged. “DO YOU GUYS NOT KNOW THE AMOUNT OF DISEASES-“ “yes we know, we know, and Richie is only joking” i roll my eyes. “Bill, you okay?” Ben asks. Rich winks and elbows me softly. “y-yea I’m fine” he replies. “you sure? You’ve been awfully quiet” Ben asks again. Richie nudges me again. I don’t wanna make Bill jealous anymore, what if this whole time, i only told myself that i like Bill to cover up the fact that i like Richie? No I’m just being stupid now, I’ve never liked Richie. Hes just my best friend and hes just helping me out, thats all. “i-I’m okay, l-l-lets just swim!” He says, smiling slightly.

Time skip

The whole time, me and Rich splashed each other and messed around, flirting a lot too. Richie dunked me under the water before pulling me back up, grabbing my waist, our bodies touching, our faces inches apart, his lower body brushed against my leg,holy shit,rich was hard. My face heated up, why is he hard, he doesn’t even like me.Just breathe, its probably just a teenage boy thing. His thumb rubbed circles on my bare waist, our faces inched closer,only about 2 inches away from eachother now, i felt his warm breath against my lips. This can’t be happening, worst part is I’m not stopping it. “RICH! Y/N! C’MON WE’RE GETTING OUT! WE’RE GONNA GET ICECREAM” One of the losers yelled. Me and Richie pulled away, both of us blushing, Richie blinked before swimming away. My face heated up thinking about what happened in the Quarry. Why’d I allow us to get that close. “H-hey Y-Y/n can i t-t-talk to you for a s-s-sec?” Bill asks. I look over at Richie, who sends me a smile. His eyes look sad, why would he be sad? This was his plan afterall.

I followed Bill into a small opening away from the losers. “I-i know I’m k-k-kinda later but i l-like you. It’s o-okay if y-y-you dont like me. i-i k-kn-know your with richie.” Bill admits. “actually I’m not with Richie, it was to make you jealous because i liked you but what about Beverly, I wouldn’t want you to lead her on, she obviously likes you” i say. “y-yeah i kn-know. the k-kiss happened o-o-out of nowhere. i t-t-told her I wasn’t s-sure of m-m-my feelings” He says. “w-wait...l-liked?” “yeah...i- i think i like Richie.” i say softly. “o-oh. okay..” Bill says. “he d-d-definitely likes you b-back. You sh-sh-should shoot your shot” i smile. “thanks Bill” “o-of c-course! G-g-good luck!” he says

I walk back over to Rich, who was trying to put on his shirt but was failing miserably, i giggled. He finally got on his shirt. “Jesus this damn thing hates me or something” He mutters, causing me to giggle again. “oh hey! sooo how’d it go with Bill” Richie smirks. “um...i actually rejected him” I say. Richies eyebrows furrowed, he frowned, but i could tell he was trying not to smirk. “why? i thought you liked him?” he asks. “Beverly likes him, it wouldnt be fair to her. aaaand I’m pretty sure i like someone else.” i say. “oOoOoO and who might that be” Richie smirks. I put my hands on his shirt, pulling him closer to me, connecting my lips with Richies. This was a Kiss waiting to happen, Richies eyes went wide but they soon relaxed as he put his hands on my waist, kissing me back. I pull away, out of breath. “does that tell you who i like?” i ask. “nah, i think you’re gonna have to try again.” Richie smirks. I roll my eyes smiling before connecting our lips once again. This kiss was much more rough and passionate, our lips glided against eachother, smoothly as if our lips were made for eachother, like puzzle pieces connecting. His tongue glided against my bottom lip, asking for entrance, i part my mouth slightly, Richie entering his tongue right away, exploring my mouth. The kiss got more heated and rough, both of us out of breathe but not wanting to pull away. “THATS DISGUSTING” Eddie yells. “hey lovebirds we’re gonna get icecream” Beverly chuckles. I pull away from Richie, panting. “we’ll catch up, i still have to put on my clothes” i say. The losers start to get on there bikes and talk amongst themselves. I grab my shirt and short/skirt putting it on quickly. “sucks those have to go back on” Richie winks. “RICH!” i squeak. “whaaat? I’m only telling the truth, I’d rather watch you in your swimsuit” he replies. I roll my eyes. “so...Wanna be my girlfriend?” Richie asks. “no because i just made out with you for no reason. Of course i wanna be your girlfriend Rich” i reply, he rolls his eyes smiling. “Now lets go before the losers forget about us!” i say hopping on my bike.

#it x reader #richie tozier #bill denbrough #fluff #richie tozier smut #richie tozier fluff #richie trashmouth #it one shot

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congrats on finishing? lol. personally still on depressionville over them. rebecca? deserved to live and be a lawyer(?). hannah? deserved to lived. in france with owen helping with a batter place and rolling her eyes at the name. dani? i cant even. dani and jamie lol i can't even. peter deserves to go somewhere worse than hell. so yea, what're ur thoughts?

I am broken. I honestly haven’t stopped thinking about it all since I finished it last night.

“Dani would never”. HOW DARE YOU. I didn’t even have nightmares with ghosts! I was just really, really sad. I feel like, in the end, this was a happy ending. Just not for everyone, and that’s the strenght of the Haunting series. Not everyone can live happily ever after, but they contribute to the other’s happily ever after. No death is cheap or played for shock, even though they are shocking and are revealed through twists. The journey to one’s death is the character’s and, even if it does serve the plot and functions a self-sacrificing catalyst to set the happy endings of the other characters in motion, it never serves just to further the story of a single other character and it’s never just for shock value. Death, even when violent, sudden, unburied, is always respectful and somewhat “sacred”.

At first I thought it was weaker than Hill House, because I felt the Crains’ dynamic was compelling and kind of made the narrative (in the first five episodes, it litterally did). Then I realized that while this started as a “strangers happen to live together in a haunted house” it soon turned into a found family story and it was beautiful.

I still think The Bent Neck Lady twist, even though predictable, was executed in such a beautiful way, and that episode remains the most emotional, tied with Two Storms, which remains my favorite of the series. But DAMN. The Altar of the Dead was so, so good! I knew Hannah was going to be my favorite from the moment she showed up and I had a feeling there was something wrong with her (the fact that she could dream up new clothes was clever, because I was checking those from the start to see if she was a ghost), but how it all tied with the beginning of the story? Wow.

I’m not sure I liked the twist at the end, using completely different actors, but I did love Carla slipping into a bit of cockney while she’s talking to Bride!Flora, as if to try and test if she was going to remember. The kids deserved that ending, honestly, and it’s coherent with what we’ve seen on Hill House (those kids left their demons in the mansion and so they were haunted forever, these kids were able to destroy them and live happily ever after), but I kind of wished they’d remember something.

Rebecca Jessel coming through in the end was beautiful How she understood Peter was asking too much of the children. How she was willing to live through drowning again for Flora. I wish she had bonded more with Dani, over their love for the children. Also the scene by the lake, with Rebecca’s body, her ghost, Flora and Hannah watching had me sobbing. As for Peter, I hope he’s still in that memory with his mom. He was probably abused as a child and that is terrible, but he killed two people out of selfishness and was willing to kill three more, to have his happily ever after. He was controlling, abusive and manipulative and I wished the show had tried to make him a bit more relatable, to show us his anguish better (Oliver did an amazing job, though), so that by the end I would be torn between him getting peace or justice. But they didn’t and he should burn.

Anyway, I could talk about this all day. Overall, I loved it. In a world where it came before Hill House, I feel like I would’ve loved it more (even though I’m not sure I would’ve loved Dani as much, hadn’t she played Nell Crain in HH). The ghosts weren’t as scary, and I missed some of that suspance (even though I am glad I will be able to maybe sleep this time); they explained a little bit too much, while HH left some things to the viewer to figure out, and some of the twists were very predictable; the nods to HH were placed well, but I wish they stopped referencing it after the first two or three episodes - it seems to live in reference to the success of its precedessor in a way (also in the way they use the soundtrack); the ending was bittersweet (like HH’s) but borderline cheesy, which kind of killed the vibe a bit (I love romance, especially wlw romance, but it has to be subtle, and the “it’s not a ghost story, it’s a love story” felt a bit too... yeah, cheesy. But that’s just my preference).

Small structure-complaints under the cut:

I only have two complaints:

- I feel like they wasted an entire episode on Viola, Perdita & Arthur, because all those explanations could’ve easily been shown in another way and the scenes spoke for themselves. Later I started to think the narration had been necessary, because when Dani became the lady in the lake, older Jamie would start reciting “and then she slept, she woke, she walked, she forgot, she faded away”. But there was no parallel and so, I feel, like that story could’ve been told without voiceovers, leaving something to the imagination, and in flashbacks during the finale, making it a two part. I felt a bit cheated into binging the last two episodes, because of that same cliffhanger. I actually wanted to give it more time and watch it today. I also did NOT like the B&W. It was probably shot in color and then colored in post and the coloring was terrible. It felt like a pre-made filter in Premiere. I think the could’ve easily used the HH flashback coloring, which is colorful, warm, bright and eerie. I loved Kate as Theo, but in this one she did nothing for me. Viola felt like a caricature and, in the end, I never ‘felt’ for her.

- I didn’t completely feel the epicness of Jamie & Dani. While I feel they were a beautiful, beautiful couple and very refreshing to see on TV, I didn’t actually feel them love each other until Jamie dove into the lake. But maybe that’s just me. I was so focused on all the storylines, I might’ve missed something about them. In some ways, they developed Hannah & Owen more, even though we never saw them together (and maybe that’s why Owen caring for Hannah’s body and how she disappeard so suddenly without even finishing ‘the rest is just...’ hit worse than the second part of the finale).

There’s also I couple of things I didn’t understand (why did Viola never hurt Dominic & Charlotte? They must’ve walked at night! And they were sleeping in the bed she went to! How did Henry’s doppleganger work? Why was he haunted so vividly by himself? This ‘ghost’ felt a lot like Eddie’s - born of guilt - but at least there was a dead person in the Dani/Edmund haunting dynamic; was he haunted by evil!Henry because Dominic wished it so before he died?; also, why is no one freaking out about the inevitable incest of Peter/Rebecca in the kids bodies?! I love you Becks, but yikes!).

I need to rewatch both Hill House and Bly Manor. I wish I had done a PhD in cinema, just so I could do a dissertation on these two, honestly.

#haunting of bly manor #the haunting of bly manor #hobm spoilers #hohh spoilers #long post #angie rants #anon #anon ask

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bobasheebaby · 5 years

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Can’t Let Go- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 1

Pairing: Drake x MC; (past) Liam x MC

Word count: 1,950

Warnings: Evil Liam, dark fic

Summary: Liam sets out to get back the woman who stole his heart.

A/N: thank you so much for your input @sirbeepsalot! Some of the dialogue is from chapter three but I tried to add my own flair.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Liam tried to let her go, release his longing for her. He thought the pain of her choosing another would eventually fade, that seeing Rebecca sitting and laughing with Drake would slowly become easier, but if anything it only became harder. He struggled to understand how he possibly could have lost her, he’d told her what he felt in his heart every chance he got, she knew that Madeline wasn’t where his heart lay.

How could she fall in love with another? How could she so easily give up on me while we were fighting to clear her name so we could finally be together? Were all her whispered I love you's a lie?

Liam thought watching Rebecca marry his best friend would help him come to terms with them never having a chance, but it only made his longing for her that much greater. Standing next to Drake as they pledged their love for one another only made him wish even harder that it was him she was promising to love for eternity. He slowly felt his heart crack until something in him twisted so hard it finally snapped.

There were whispers, and so much pressure after the failed Sons of Earth plot to dethrone him. Liam was a King without a Queen, he knew that soon the people would be demanding he marry and produce an heir. He knew the longer it took the weaker their small country would seem.

He wanted to marry for love. But really he wanted to marry the one woman he could not have. He wanted, no he needed Rebecca. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. She had become to him as needed as oxygen to live. He knew there would never be another like her. She would be the only woman to ever claim his heart and soul. No one else would ever get him and fit into this life so easily. She handled the life as if she were born and bred for it, respected him for who he was not his title, he could never find anyone who would complete him like she did.

I need to get her back.

Watching Drake and Rebecca leave for their honeymoon felt like he’d been sucker punched in the gut. Knowing they’d be starting to try for their own heir for their duchy only made him lose his mind.

It should have been me with her. It should be my heir, not his. He doesn’t even want this life. She deserves a man who can rule confidently beside her.

He heard whispers that the King and Queen of Auvernal may pay him a visit to discuss his lack of an heir. He saw this as his chance to get what he craved, and he craved her. He couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t let his chance slip through his fingers once again. He wouldn’t allow a minor setback to stop him from having her, not when he knew she felt it too. Why else would she spend the night of her bachelorette party with him?

She’s lying to herself, it’s me who she wants, not him. I just have to remind her.

Liam scoured the archives for any evidence to back up the claims he would have to make to get what he wanted. He knew there was a chance that someone would question him and he needed to have proof just in case. Normally he’d delegate the task to someone else but he didn’t want anyone to know exactly what he was planning. He needed to go slowly, not show all of his cards at once. He didn’t want them to realize what it was that he truly wanted too soon, or they may find a way to refuse his request. He knew Drake felt as though he owed him, getting them to agree to allow him to name their child as his heir would be the easy part.

There is no way he’ll say no to me, he admitted he feels guilty for stealing my girl.

It was what he would request next that would be tricky. He knew if he played it right they would see it was the only option, he just had to be patient and take his time, ensure that all the steps had been followed precisely and then he would get what he wanted. He knew he’d have to pretend to be caring and understanding, attempt to hold back his feelings for her when all he wanted was to pull Rebecca into his arms.

This will work. I will have her by my side where she belongs.

If he could slowly lay out his plan, drive a wedge between them he knew he’d have her as is queen. His plan was so simple, so easy. He knew that once she saw how weak Drake was she’d see she’d chosen the wrong man. He knew he could win her back. There wasn’t anything that he wasn’t willing to do. He’d go as far as necessary to get the woman of his dreams back.

Weaken their relationship, play the caring supportive friend. By the time he realizes something is wrong it will be too late. She will be my queen.

Liam carefully laid out his plans. Slowly, methodically, careful to ensure that he would have no false steps or surprises. He refused to leave anything to chance, he would regain her heart. He would never let her slip through his fingers again.

As he stepped off the jet, his friends in tow, he had to suppress a smile. He felt that everything was going perfectly, there wasn’t a stone left unturned, no possible way he could be found out. He kept his lips in a thin line, his hands shoved in his pockets, he needed to play this as though he was their friend, he couldn’t allow anyone to suspect anything was up, especially not Drake. He needed to seem as though he hesitated to ask this of them, he couldn’t let them believe he had any other motives for wanting to name their child as his heir. He struggled to keep his mind clear as they spoke, his eyes never straying from her. He internally smiled as Drake readily agreed.

I knew he couldn’t say no to me.

He was unsurprised by Rebecca’s hesitation, he expected as much. He knew her, what drove we forward, what made her heartbeat quicken, and what made it freeze in time.

I know her better than Drake does.

He easily circumvented anymore questions by introducing his surprise. He knew they wouldn’t be able to say no to an extra day in paradise, with their friends no less. It had the added benefit of taking her mind off of all the reasons she would want to tell him no. He wouldn’t let her answer, not yet. No he’d catch her once she was rested, even if his heart ached at the thought of her spending the night with Drake.

How could she ever fall for him? He’s all snark, he doesn’t put her and her needs first.

Liam waited until she was cornered. He’d have preferred that she was alone, but Drake was never too far behind.

Soon enough she will be where she belongs. Soon she will be with me.

The meaningless small talk spilled from his lips as he lulled her into complacency. His heart beating faster the closer he got to finally getting the answer he needed. He offered her a practiced rueful smile. “There is one official matter we need to discuss before we arrive… the question of a royal heir.” Liam swallowed thickly trying to remove the bile from his throat as Drake took her hands into his. “I’d hoped to give you and Drake more time to consider the idea, but the court and the Council have been pressing me for a decision. And to be honest, the public is already speculating whether their favorite noble couple will have a child…”

It’s us they should be waiting with bated breath to celebrate with. Soon enough it will be us again my love.

Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock, Liam had to bite back the smile forming at her disbelief. “So the whole kingdom wants to know if our baby will be the next ruler of Cordonia?”

Liam nodded. He felt jealous rage coil it’s way around his heart as he watched her glance to Drake for comfort and guidance.

I’m the one who she should go to for comfort.

“I’m ready for this if you are, Allen.” Drake replied, smiling encouragingly.

“Liam…” Rebecca paused, the words hanging on the tip of her tongue as she hesitated. His breath caught in his throat as he awaited her response. “This is a lot of responsibility… but I think we’re up for it.”

You are strong and shall be a perfect queen soon enough my love.

Liam couldn’t stop the smile from spreading to his lips. “I know you are. Thank you both. I can’t tell you how much this means to me… and how much it’ll mean to the kingdom.”

Just a few more steps and the rightful heir, my heir will soon be on its way.

“I’m guessing your Royal guests from Auvernal will have questions for us too.” Drake pulled Liam from his quiet victory.

Soon you will no longer have a say.

Liam pulled his lips into a thin line. “No doubt. I’ve asked the Royal Council to meet us at Valtoria, so you two can check on your duchy while we discuss the matter of King Bradshaw and Queen Isabella.”

One last piece of the puzzle to put into place today.

Liam waited until Drake headed towards the back of the plane. “Drake.” His voice warm and placating. “I was thinking, with your child being named the heir, perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to speak to a doctor.”

“What do you mean?” Drake asked his face contorted in confusion.

Liam gave him a false smile. “I just meant you and Rebecca agreeing to help me out is huge, and it might not be a bad idea to make sure you are both healthy enough. Since I have the council breathing down my neck they may not take kindly if it took too long. I’m grateful to you and Rebecca and it would just help me feel better if you went. I mean I’m going to be announcing this soon.”

“Right.” Drake swallowed thickly. “Announcing it.” He felt as if he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. “Yea, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get checked.”

He won’t even see it coming.

Liam reaches into his breast pocket retrieving a slim white card, handing it over to Drake. “Dr Ramirez is the best.” He clapped Drake on the shoulder. “I think it’s best if you let this come from you, I wouldn’t want the added pressure to get to her too soon.”

Drake stared ahead like a deer caught in the headlights. “Pressure. Right.” He nodded, the weight of Cordonia falling on his shoulders, fear and panic coursing through his veins.

“Thank you again Drake.” Liam pulled him into his arms hugging him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he pulled back. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you and Rebecca would be willing to let me name your child my heir.” He gave him one last pat before turning and returning to his seat, smile upon his lips.

Everything is in place. Now all that’s left is to sit back and wait until she’s back in my arms where she belongs.

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dndaddyissues · 4 years

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1, 10, 20 :)

not to worry! thanks for sending me an ask :)

nat 1. most memorable crit fail by an NPC?

oh my god akwbqbwha. okay so there was this super dramatic moment where a zeppelin was crashing, and the PCs were jumping out of it and feather-falling the good NPCs.

there was this other villainous NPC, Gavin Darkeasy, basically like a fantasy cop, who became incensed that the PCs were escaping, so he threw his magical longsword at the wizard who was controlling the feather-fall — and crit failed. not only did he miss, but i gave the free-falling PCs each a chance to grab the cool magical longsword. one of them ended up nabbing it!

10. who’s your favorite kind of player?

not to #PromoteMyself, but that meme with the cat as the DM being snuggled? that. i love players who see a failed roll or RP encounter as an opportunity to lean into the theatrics of the situation. i also love players who react BIG and LARGE to my TWISTS and TURNS!

also, players who take notes. and figure out creative solutions. slash propose crack theories that i end up using. (one of them being “what if the BBEG has a twin brother?” i used that. i stole it. they still think they’re a genius for figuring it out but the truth is i straight up stole it.)

nat 20. most memorable crit success by an NPC?

i think our warlock was trying to intimidate a fantasy cop (funny how my memorable times all include ACAB moments), but he rolled a nat 20 on his wisdom save. i basically interpreted that as the intimidation attempt giving him even more courage to resist the party, granting him advantage on his next attack roll against the PCs. nothing flashy tbqh — i much prefer saving the cool nat20 limelight moments for the party :)

3. what race and class are you itching to play but haven’t yet?

I WANT PLAY GOLIATH. I WANT PLAY GOLIATH. also, sorcerer, cuz i’d kill it with meta magic and sorcery points. also, druid, because getting to transform into an animal is an Animorphs Reader Dream of mine. also, also, MINOTAUR!!! because HELL YEA!!

11. if you got the chance to play at a “celebrity” DM’s table (e.g. matt mercer, griffin mcelroy), what kind of character would you design and why?

definitely a magic-using class — i might want to try out the new psionic options, or i’d want to go for broke with wizard or sorcerer. i like magic users because spells are OP (lol) and because i like having a wide variety of options for every situation. i’m not really satisfied with just hitting something good and dealing lots of damage (though that has its perks and appeal too).

also, i’d make sure that the character was well embedded in whatever the DM’s campaign world is, with ripe opportunities for their backstory to affect the main plot. if at all possible, i’d love to collaborate with the GM on a big twist or betrayal!!

19. when has inspiration saved your ass?

ooof, definitely when making deception / persuasion checks. i tend to spend my inspiration on story moments instead of combat encounters. there have definitely been times as a player when i’ve REALLY wanted one of my speeches to persuade an NPC and the initial roll has been crummy!

#long post #ask #dnd #dm tips

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iamjulikakyelle · 5 years

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WHO IS I? WHY IS I? WHAT IS I ABOUT?

Before we get all goofy and shit I will break it down to you.

Take your time and enjoy the vibes.

Creating a blog and actually working on it on a daily baiss has been a longtime wish of mine which I never actually aimed for in the end. Why tho?

Until now.

I started with creating and growing a supportive and loving, loyal, respectful and understanding community on my social media platform on Instagram - love ya´ll!

However, as the time went by and I kept on growing and living I felt that even with all the feedback and replies and love I am receiving for being me and putting myself out there, some areas in my life didn´t have the proper channel to express them fully in all their forms and colors.

This blog is personal. For me. For you. I will be going into more details than just my daily snippets of thoughts that you can see and read through on my profile.Most importantly is the fact that I do it for me, like I said. It is not selfish to want to invest in thyself and improve certain areas in your life. In the end this food for thought is for you, too.I´m like your wifey and mother at once that is picking up the ingredients and herbs wisely and select all the unnecessary bullshit out to make sure your mind/body and soul is properly nurtured and taking excellent care of. Cause I just want the best for you.I gotchu. I want to see you all win! Like honestly. Go for the bag sis - bruh, you deserve living your best life!

I also perceive this as a test for myself, by stretching my comfort zone to the extend and putting myself out here in various ways.

I said goodbye today to my longtime be(a)stie frenemy called - THE PROCRASTINATOR. What a sneaky little bastard he is.

Now is the time. When it feels most uncomfortable to do something new.That is where and when you grow. By taking on new habits.If you want a new life you have to move differently.At least that is how I deeply feel about it. If it doesn´t scare you even just a bit just know that you are too cozed up (ain´t a correct word but I also love creating new ones, who said I couldn´t, right? ) sitting on the sofa with your redbull in your left hand while the right hand is holding a cigarette, filling the entire room with a heavy scent of "I FEEL STUCK AND MY SOUL IS TIRED BUT MY DEAREST FRIEND PROGGY KNOWS BEST WHAT IS GOOD FOR ME AND WHAT ISN´T, RIGHT?!?!?".

You hear netflix playing twentyfive hours eight days in the week in the back but you don´t actually watch. You don´t even listen anymore. You doze off. Complety lost. You just want to comfort your loneliness with the sound of other people talking, it gives you the sweet feeling of not being actually all on your own in this shitty shit hole that you dived deep inside. But also not having to participate to any real conversation.Now get the fuck up and leave the corner of your comfort zone. More like killing zone.You won´t find your happiness in there. Nor success. Whatever that means to you.What you do not change - you chose. Easy right?!

I chose me, over and over again. It is a process and you only get further by holding yourself accountable for everything that you put out into this very world.Confront your ego and let it shatter to the ground for once.Then pick up the pieces and reconstruct it in your own way. You are the chief, designer, regisseur, manager of your life.I as well have had days where I stood in my own way and resisted my true self to prosper.Just yesterday was such a day. What I am trying to tell you is that I ain´t perfect either. I am as well learning each day.. What do you chose? What habits do you pick up day after day while hearing your intuition trying to get to your head, screaming for justice and mercy to finally release whatever you continue to harm yourself with. You have to be on your own team, fam! To keep on telling you these white lies and acting like a snitch that doesn´t want to see someone win, well here is a plot twist; you are the exact same person. So either way you feed your mind with belief and faith or continue to fail and mostly don´t even start a new thing cause you believe your doubts more than your heart.What a pity. What a shame. Ever thought about the heritage of your doubts? What you feel pulsing inside of your chest whenever you do what you where put on this earth to do, is with no doubt your mission. All the projections, negative comments from other people, family members and frenemies do not have ANYTHING and I mean that, to do with your purpose.Doesn´t matter if you believe in such thing as a purpose or not. That doesn´t minimize the fact. It is what it is. Facts.Start doing what you solely are passionate about. To only give you a little spicy taste of my traintrack of thoughts. This the vibe we on now.

I will be speaking openly about sexual traumas, sexuality in general, that includes sexual desires, how to tap into your sexual energy, what is a sexual energy, how to use it for creating more than just a baby, lack of confidence, how to ask for help, easy steps to love your own self, drug abuse, veganism and what this"trend" is actually about, conspiracy threaths, knowledge of the self - the highest, conversations I have with my higher self - she a queen, what I eat, what I don´t eat, why I eat what I eat, subliminals and binaural beats, how to transform your dna with theta waves, how I manifest, what techniques do I practice, witchcraft, christianity and satanism, why I love and admire fashion and how/why my style improved over the last years, breakups and lessons, trust and loyalty. why honest real talk is significant for humankind, how to spot toxic friendships/relationships and more and deeper tings.

Take a seat. if you hear the call. Picc it up babe, it is for you. Your time is now. You deserve all that you desire late at night before you rise up to other and higher realms.I am guiding you through it, with patience, dedication, commitment, grace, honesty, shapeshifting into your highest version. I help you get you YOU.

I am here to inspire, to wake you up, to be a freak, with you. To embrace our soft parts and wildest dreams. To help each other grow and support one another. By giving constructive feedback cause all we want to do is build one another up cause we love seeing someone glow and reach their goals! Yea, face it, we may all have similar dreams, goals, things we want to achieve in our lives but isn´t that in particular what makes it even better? Knowing that we all need help and can help cause we´ve either way already been there - done that or have to go there and do it.Wisdom, knowledge is there to be shared. To be received.I appreciate every single one of you and I am thrilled for this new adventure.

You can always hit up my mailbox with anything that burdens your heart and lies heavy on your shoulders. I will take my time to listen to you and answer you. I am all in. I am with you. For you.-Feel the love. You are blessed.

Yours truly,

Julika Kyelle

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Try Again↬

synopsis: as fast as he came, was as fast as he left but fate had different plans

warnings: fluff, angst(?)

theme: time travel! au

word count: 1,741

A/N: I wrote this in class so uhh yea. Also, it might not make sense, but tbh it’s a pretty good plot.

Sitting down on the beige two-seater couch, you rested your head against the armrest as you stared at your reflection through the TV.

Never in your life would you have thought that you’d be sulking so horribly on a day like today. Valentine’s day to be exact.

Your gaze shifted to the bare white walls, housing nothing but a simple plant you had named Roger.

Recalling the memories, picture frames that enclosed candid shots of the two of you started to decorate the walls, making you flash a heartbroken smile.

Feeling a pang in your heart, you twisted around, turning your attention to the ceiling above, finding it much more intriguing than anything else in the room. Mostly because the ceiling couldn’t remind you of him.

“I’d do anything in exchange for us to try again. Anything.” you whispered, letting your heavy eyelids close, leading you into a deep slumber.

“Hey sleepyhead, wake up!” you heard a faint voice whisper, feeling someone shake you lightly.

Your eyes fluttered and upon adjusting to the bright light, your mind had to process who was right above you.

“J-Jisung?” you stuttered, unsure of what was happening.

Looking around, you were still in your apartment yet it seemed different.

Pictures graced the once bare wall and Roger still hung proud and fresh. The scent of Old Chinese takeout graced the air, giving off a familiar feeling.

You focused your eyes back on the boy whose head hung directly over yours. You noticed your head now rested in his lap, rather than the cold armrest.

“What’s wrong? You seem a little out of it today. Is everything okay?” the boy asked, rubbing the top of your head comfortingly.

You hated how real this all felt.

“What day is it?” you asked, finally sitting up beside him, making sure to keep your distance.

The older stared at you curiously but nonetheless, gave you an answer. “February 13.”

“Year?” you quietly asked him, making concern grow in him even more.

“2017? What’s gotten into you, are you seriously okay?” he asked, placing his hand on your head.

You flinched at his touch.

“Is this a dream?” you asked, cautiously poking his puffed out cheek.

He laughed, making you surface a longing smile. You’d do anything to hear him laugh again.

“I can assure you that this is real.”

You being the crazy person you are, you came up with an idea. In your dreams, you, personally, never felt emotions. You only saw it go down. You’d see the emotion on your face, but you never felt it.

“Kiss me.” you quickly said, making Jisung blush.

“O-Okay.” he stuttered, leaning in slowly, connecting his lips with yours.

A jolt of electricity shot through your fingertips and straight to your heart, making you feel a wave of emotions.

Butterflies flew around your stomach as you felt your cheeks grow hot, recalling memory after memory.

His lips still tasted of vanilla with a mix of honey.

Parting his lips from yours, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing harshly for air.

“God I missed you.” he suddenly breathed out. If this was reality, you and him would’ve been in a fight at this exact moment. It had to be a dream.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked, holding onto one of his hands.

“it’s crazy, you wouldn’t believe me.” he said, feeling almost defeated.

“I bet you it’s not as crazy as to why I’m acting weird.” you countered, making him roll his eyes playfully at you.

“Fine,” he huffed out. “Right before this, I swear on my life I was in my apartment just moping around. I couldn’t help but realize it was Valentine’s day and that I wasn’t with you, which made me feel horrible. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I kept repeating to myself about how I wanted to try again and get back together, but when I closed my eyes to try and sleep all my thoughts away, I was here, with you.” he said, looking down at his twiddling thumbs.

Before you could say anything, he spoke again.

“I don’t know if it makes sense to you, but we had broken up because we were disagreeing on a lot of things like—“ and then you cut him off.

“Like bills, right? And not spending enough time with each other and I didn’t like the fact that you worked yourself so hard and never took a break. We got into a fight...”

“and you stormed out.” “and I stormed out.”

you both said, finishing the sentence at the same time.

“H-How did you know? I thought I was the only one who got transported into this dimension or whatever this is. Gosh, maybe this is just a dream. I need to think rationally.” The boy rambled, tripping over each of his words causing you to laugh.

“The same thing happened to me.” you said reassuringly, grabbing his hand in yours.

“What do you think this all means?” he asked, starting to play with your tiny hands, instead of his own.

“Maybe fate had a different plan from what had happened that day. Maybe we are meant for each other?” you said cautiously, almost questioning what you said instead of stating it.

You both sat there in silence for a bit.

Turning to the digital clock on the side table, it read 2:43 PM. When it all happened, this was around the time Jisung had stormed out.

That was the last time you had seen him.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. I’m sorry for all the harsh things that just rapidly came out of my mouth. I’m sorry for breaking up with you and never giving you a valid reason as to why. I’m sorry for mistreating you that day, and I’m so sorry it had to end that way. I’m sorry we even ended at all. You don’t know how much it hurt once I slammed the door close.” he whispered softly, feeling his chin tremble as he recalled the memories.

You squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“I stood outside the door contemplating whether or not I should’ve gone back in and apologized, but my pride got the best of me. It was when I heard you crying that really got to me. Reality hit me like a truck and my heart broke at the sound of you crying and asking yourself what you did. You did nothing princess. We just weren’t in a good situation at the time, and everything got to me and I just broke.” he finished off the rant, a stray tear falling from the corner of his eye.

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” he whimpered, causing your heart to break more. You engulfed him into a hug, pushing his head into the crook of your neck as you ran your hands through his hair, remembering that this was something that always calmed him down.

“I forgive you Jisung. Don’t worry.” you whispered softly into his ear, feeling his grasp on you tighten as if showing he didn’t want to ever let you go.

Knowing it’d be best to end the conversation there, you closed your eyes and started to think of all the memories you and Jisung had shared between the two of you for the three years you had dated.

Feeling at home, you let yourself sink into the comfort of his arms and once more, fell asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open and as you rubbed the sleep away from them, you looked up to only see the ceiling. You sat up fast, looking around to see if there was any sign of Jisung.

There wasn’t.

Finally, you started to notice the small details.

The air didn’t seem to smell of Chinese takeout anymore, Your plant still hung, but not as green as he once was. And again, the wall behind the TV stood there, bare, no pictures gracing the plain canvas.

“So it really was a dream.” you whispered in defeat, to no one but yourself.

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.

Time travel was inevitable and even so, It was Jisung who had made up his mind, not you.

As you continued to sulk, you again couldn’t help but think of all the memories you and him shared.

One particular memory stayed for a bit though.

The day you broke up.

The night before, you had both ordered Chinese takeout and had enjoyed each others company.

Throughout the night Jisung focused on his work more than you which saddened you a bit.

He had noticed and of course, tried to make you feel better, but his efforts didn’t get too far.

You had said goodnight to him, leaving him in the living room alone, allowing him to finish his work.

And the next day, he only focused on his work again, causing him to skip breakfast and lunch.

You scolded him and he fired back with harsher words, he had reached his breaking point.

You smiled sadly, harshly brushing a tear away from your eye.

You laughed wholeheartedly, smiling more at the memory, causing you to think of even more. And you didn’t mind if they were sad or happy, cause memories with Han Jisung were ones you’d relive in a heartbeat.

You were pulled out of your trance as you heard the door close, you smiled knowing who it was.

“Jihyo I told you, I’m fin— Jisung...” you let his name slip airly past your lips as you turned your focus to the door.

You saw the boy stand awkwardly at your front door with a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear you vaguely remember pointing out as cute one day.

Contrasting with his awkward stance, he stared at you lovingly.

“Try again?” he asked while a hopeful, small smile graced his plump lips, causing you to smile too.

Pushing yourself off the couch, he set down the flowers on the countertop and let the bear hit the floor as you ran and jumped into his arms.

“Of course.” you replied, hugging him lovingly.

You brought your head out from hiding in the crook of his neck and looked at him eye to eye, giving him a quick peck on the lips, causing a smile to erupt on both of your faces.

And this was a memory of trying again because fate decided you two weren’t done yet.

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