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corollaservant · 7 months ago

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Lotus // Choso x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: He was supposed to have his brother's undivided attention. Until he invited you over for summer break. Since he loves him that much, you're the one who's paying. (5.8k)

Warnings: 18+ dark, dubcon/noncon, humiliation, college, f.masturbation, use of "nii-chan" from Yuji, obsession/yandere brother, degradation, violence, dacryphilia, breath+impact play, dom!choso, reader gets a sunburn but it's mentioned 1x? and only as feeling pain

A/N: yk how everyone always makes Choso the nerdy, creepy, virgin perv? well i kinda want it reversed (he has killed people btw) [ao3]

Choso loves his family. That's why he doesn't like you.

Seriously, couldn't his brother not bring you over his place for summer break? He gets it, Yuji is young and can never say no, his best friend turned him down for a summer course and Choso guesses you were his second choice. Though Yuji would never tell him that. Or you for the matter. Choso can't wrap his head around why Yuji likes you so much. He knows his brother, no actually, he loves his brother so he knows it's not some crush otherwise Yuji would've shyly approached him and confessed. It seems like his brother just genuinely has a great time with you and that pisses him off. You're loud, that's fine, so is Yuji. But Yuji’s smart, caring, sensitive. You on the other hand... you break things on your way, stumble, laugh obnoxiously and make a mess in his clean kitchen. You're insufferable. So of course, Choso scoffs and rejects Yuji's offer at first.

"She's not coming over, Yu." He tells his little brother, "This was supposed to be our bonding time, remember? I planned out both weeks for us." Choso was excited—he really was. Getting to have his brother around was the best thing that could've happened to him. He'd take Yuji to the movies, carousel, beach, for beers; ok, no, he laughs, he'd definitely get them in a club, maybe a casino? Some strip show? Yuji was an adult now and Choso couldn't wait to listen to his college stories; though he knew there probably weren't many, judging by how nice his brother was. Really, a very likeable kid (adult, he corrects himself).

Yuji begs him. Tells him you'll help around the house, says you've never travelled before, you don't have any plans and you won't cause trouble. It's when Choso starts doubting himself. Ok sure, Choso isn't young per se, but he's definitely fun to be around, right? Does his brother seriously not think he's cool enough anymore? Would he be sad if he said no? He can't stand the thought of making his brother sad. Not because of him, that's certain. This is why he now has you in his house strutting around in flimsy shorts and a barely covering shirt, puffy eyes from your sleep and messy hair. On his kitchen counter asking if there's coffee. He scoffs.

"I made some. For Yuji. You can get some yourself.” He's been up hours ago, went for his run and excitedly waits for his brother to wake up. But now you’re there. Choso couldn't wake Yuji up, he practically spoiled him anyway he could, sleep was no exception. However, you and Yuji unfortunately do not share the same schedule so he is cursed (because blessed would be a euphemism at best) with your presence.

"Alright, damn." You groan, ever since you got there, he seems constantly pissed off with you, but you just woke up, you’re groggy and in his house so you can't do much but yawn. You walk past him, he's too absorbed in his phone, not bothering to look.

"When do you think Yuji will be up?" He asks, as the smell of coffee suddenly makes you feel alive again.

"Oh I don't know, I'll wake him up soon, we'll go for a swim today." You giggle, you'd been so excited to go to the beach, swimsuits were the first thing you packed. Yuji told you about this beach he wanted you to go to, you’d promised to bring your polaroid and take pictures.

"No, you're not." Choso lifts his head up as he puts the phone down. "Me and Yuji have plans today. You can chill here, we'll be back before 9." It’s sharp and sounds non-negotiable as you stop in your tracks.

"What plans? I didn't know—"

"Why would you? This is our day, you guys can hang later or whatever." But Choso is already pissed. Like actually pissed. If you don’t know then…hadn't Yuji told you or were you just that dumb? He weighs in on the latter. Regardless, he can't argue with a girl his brother's age.

"But I–" You try to protest, as you stand next to the counter, your mug in your hands and you haven't even taken a sip when you’re cut off.

"I'll go wake him up now. Oh, and wear some proper clothing, will you? You've taken this family trip way too seriously." He spits and heads upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded. Coffee suddenly doesn't make you feel that alive.

Yuji is sad. Sad because none of you want to compromise. Choso arranged for them to rent bikes and tour around town; the boardwalk along the seafront was ideal for the activity. His brother had always been athletic and loved the idea so Choso had contacted the shop owner to rent in advance. He knew he was creepy, who the hell rented a bike a week prior? It’s not like they wouldn’t find one. Still, the store closed at 4 PM and it was already past one (Yuji and his sleep) so they’d have to hurry. He’d prepared lunch and was excited for some brotherly time. As for you? Choso honestly didn’t care. You could go for a walk for all that mattered, it’d be four hours at most, you’d be fine. But then there was you, reminding Yuji of the impulsive promise he gave you twelve hours ago. The truth lies in the middle. Yuji mixed up the days—could you blame him? You and Choso bombarded him with plans and ideas meanwhile the poor boy only wanted to rest and enjoy his vacation. So he’d told you about today, when he’d promised Choso days ago.

‘’Guys, I’m so sorry.’’ Yuji frowns as you both look at him. ‘’I promise, we can do both! One has to call it off so we can do theirs tomorrow.’’ His eyes gleam like usual, but he looks anxious. Probably because he knows both of you.

‘’But you promised me first.’’ Choso speaks, he doesn’t sound condescending, he’d never raise his voice at his baby brother.

‘’Yeah, well he promised me yesterday!’’ You retort childishly. It’s like a race you two have, who will answer first, a competition, who can win Yuji over.

‘’Please don’t fight, we can do both, come on now, who wants to do their activity tomorrow?’’ Yuji sighs, looking across the kitchen table. He’s the youngest, but he sounds like a kindergarten teacher at the moment.

‘’Yuji, what do you want?’’ Choso emphasizes. Good, that should give him his answer, he thinks.

‘’Yeah, Yuji, why don’t you tell Choso our plan is waay more fun?’’ You consider sticking out your tongue but one look at Choso and you keep your mouth shut.

‘’You know I can’t choose! I love both.’’ He pouts. ‘’Don’t make me do this, can’t you guys figure it out on your own? I’m serious. I’m sorry…” Yuji’s eyes fall. Choso can tell and he suddenly feels responsible. Not for his plans, no. For seeing a sadness cross his brother's face. His heart aches seeing him so passionate to end this stupid debate, so caring, never wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. He deep down wishes he came first. Choso’s older now and he realizes he can’t continue; a sigh leaves his lips as he speaks up.

‘’It’s fine, Yu. Be back soon.’’ He backs off. Again. He has to put up a front for his brother. He doesn’t bother giving you a glance, as he exits the kitchen. He wonders if he’s ever despised someone that much before. To the point of choking them…no, not that. That’d be too nice for you. You deserve an agonizing death. He imagines your body stretched out on a medieval rack as your limbs crack one by one. You hadn’t been there more than a day and you were already fucking up his schedule. And in his own house, too. As if dressing like some whore wasn’t enough, seriously what ever happened to modesty? In his head his thoughts make sense, a stranger meddling in his newly amended relationship with his brother. Did you even know how much he cherished him? The lengths he’d go to protect and be there for him? This summer break was supposed to be more than a brotherly reunion. He wanted to be Yuji’s friend this time. He bets you don’t even know what it’s like to have no one around.

He might go for another run, he considers. You’d be gone within a week. But even when his thoughts subside, he still thinks of ways to put you in your place for good.

By the time you’re home, polaroids in your bag and salt on your skin, Choso is pacing up and down the living room. It’s 8:30 PM and Yuji hasn't texted him since noon.

‘’Where the hell were you, Yuji?’’ Choso completely ignores you as he looks at his brother, who is licking off a half melted ice cream and flaunts a newly acquired tan.

‘’Did you get a sunburn?’’ Choso’s anxious, damn it that kid, always failing to reapply SPF.

‘’I’m fine, nii chan.’’ Yuji laughs, as some ice cream falls on the floor. ‘’I’ll go take a shower or do you wanna go first?’’ He asks you.

‘’She can go first.’’ Choso tells him and you’re taken aback.

‘’Really?’’ You sound surprised. There’s no way he’d ever be kind to you, you knew that seconds after you met him.

‘’Yeah, want to have some time with Yuji, before we head out.’’ He sounds casual as he brings a wipe to clean Yuji’s ice cream. His back muscles flex under his compression shirt, he looks kind of messy, had he worked out again? Unruly hair falls on his eyes as you try to tear away your gaze.

‘’C-cool.. I’m going upstairs.’’ You announce and leave, stumbling on the first step. What did you think of right now?

Choso’s bathroom is spacious and allows you to take your sweet time rinsing salt and sunscreen off your skin. Yuji may have not been sunburnt but you couldn’t say the same. Your skin aches as you lather your back and thighs, were you sunburnt everywhere? You make a mental note to apply some moisturizing cream you brought. You had a good time with Yuji, he told you about his best friend’s summer course (financial crime, corruption and money laundering— dude sounded weird) and not being able to make it, how they’d meet and how his relationship with Choso had drastically changed in the span of a year. Yuji didn’t even know about Choso and took some time to warm up to him. As his brother, that is. But Choso was the best brother he could have, he told you. You had trouble believing that. Choso’s demeanor was far from.. best. You sigh remembering your brief coffee encounter. How he’d looked at you above his phone, his cold eyes with tired bags under as his long hair fell on his face, unruly and..sexy. What? Why do you think that? Your mind goes through images like a film projector—his long torso peeking under his compression shirt as he stretched and accidentally revealed a v-line and a happy trail. You feel a sting as water falls down the drain; the lotus and white tea fragrance from the body foam he has envelops your face. You close your eyes and think of him in more…compromising scenarios. Behind you for example. Strong arms snaking around your waist as he presses against you, droplets falling between you while his mouth latches on your neck. A muscular, veiny hand finding your chest and caressing gently…only to move to your lower belly and lazily circle around the entrance. You fight the urge to let a soft moan as you imagine him teasing. Yeah, he’d definitely tease your slit up and down, pecking on your neck until you begged. ‘’Choso..please! J-just one finger!’’ and he’d laugh, mouth contracting on your delicate neck and rubbing around your clit. You’re getting yourself off, what the hell are you doing right now? But could you really blame yourself? You never thought of Choso like that but you do now so you can’t question it further. You let a finger slip slowly inside you. It’s wet and fills you up well—not as good as you think Choso’s thick, calloused fingers would, but it does the job. You wonder how good he’d feel and you’re getting yourself off only by picturing his fingers. You’re suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

‘’Aren’t you done yet? It’s been half an hour. Get out.’’ Choso growls behind the door, you remove your finger and quickly gulp down.

‘’I’m almost done.’’ You faintly say, shit, the man you had fingers in your cunt for, interrupted your daydream…of him. You quickly rinse off excess shampoo and exit. God, you needed to get laid instantly.

When you come downstairs, Yuji is nowhere to be found. Choso is sitting on the couch, the TV plays a show he doesn’t watch as he scrolls on his phone.

‘’Where’s Yuji?’’ You’re wearing Yuji’s old T-shirt from when he was a gamer and skater and nothing under it. In your defense, it’s long and covers almost up to your knees. He doesn’t turn around.

‘’He left. Sent him off to meet his friend, his parents dropped him off.’’

‘’What friend?’’ As far as you knew Yuji told you all his friends were busy with summer courses.

‘’His best friend, Megumi, don’t even know that?” He sneers. Megumi? The money laundering guy?

But he—

‘’He’s not staying long.’’ He has to be joking.

‘’Why didn’t you tell me? I wanted to meet him, Yuji told me–’’

‘’Why should I? Yuji needs time with some real friends. Told him you felt sick or whatever.’’

‘’Are you serious? Why would you do that? Where are they?’’ You can’t believe this guy, first he treats you like a pile of shit, then he’s nice to you by offering you to go first…wait. Did he send you up first so he could convince Yuji to go out without you? Could he be so shitty?

‘’Oh my fucking God, that’s why you told me to shower first didn’t you? What did you even tell Yuji?’’ This guy is unbelievable and you fight the urge to rip his hair out from the back.

‘’Does it matter? He’s already gone. Serves you right.’’ Choso sounds relaxed, like he just stated tomorrow’s itinerary.

‘’And what am I supposed to do here, huh? God, you’re so fucking annoying, I swear I’m texting Yuji right now.’’ You realize your phone’s upstairs and before you can turn around, a strong palm grabs your wrist forcefully.

‘’One more step and you’ll be spitting blood.’’ His eyes burn as you feel the pain from his grip.

‘’Let— go...’’ You ask, more like beg as he throws your hand away, it burns, partly due to the sun but also from the pressure of his grasp.

You slowly drag your feet to the kitchen as you think of ways to hurt him. You hate this guy, you simply exist and he decides upon making your life living hell. Sure, he doesn’t do anything dramatic but he’s constantly interfering with your friendship. Yuji wants you there, he acts like he’s some unprotected child and constantly monitors him. You grab a glass from the cupboard as you feel the words slip out your mouth involuntarily.

‘’Yuji doesn’t like you.’’ You lie and before you even have the chance to have a sip, the glass soars in the air and falls with a loud thump, shattering in a million pieces as you’re turned to look at him.

‘’What the fuck did you just say?’’ He spits. He scares you, you think, the way he’s hovering; he seems really angered.

‘’I said–’’ You can’t continue. Because he slaps you. On your face. With his palm. And it hurts so badly, you feel tears prick at your eyes, your wrist hurts and you can’t move around— each time the burn catches up to you.

‘’Why don’t you say that again?’’ He goes on, he has not moved and still waits for your answer.

‘’S-stop..!” You muffle, as you bring a hand to your face, you want this resolved immediately, you’re kind of defenseless, since your phone’s out of your reach and you are alone. He also is extremely strong and it doesn’t help that you anger him, his muscles tense and you notice the veins on his neck pulsating.

‘’Useless bitch.’’ He hisses, ‘’Yuji doesn’t like me? Look at you and your pathetic self. You think he likes you? Yuji likes everyone, wake the fuck up. At first I thought he fucked you, cause why else would anyone want to hang out with you?’’ Choso is fed up with you. Fed up with being nice, fed up with compromising. In all honesty, he’d probably be fed up with anyone but Yuji, but you’re just the cherry on top. Did you seriously think you could try to contact Yuji? The fact you even dared to speak on his name angers him even more. And that’s why he continues while you break down slowly.

‘’You come here, in my place to hang out with my brother. Dressing up like some common cockwhore and you know what? I really wouldn’t give a fuck, but taking him away from me? Did you two have fun at the beach? You wanted him to fuck, yeah? Otherwise, what are you even good for?’’ He goes on to bring a hand on your cheeks, squishing and bringing your mouth to open like a fish. Tears that welled up in your eyes now fall sideways as he mocks. Your back slams against the counter, you think you feel your feet touch glass splinters as you tremble. You ache everywhere and he keeps going.

‘’S–ow-’’ You manage, you can’t articulate coherently and feel nauseous.

‘’Wanna speak up?’’ His mouth twitches but he still isn’t fully smiling. He has to hide it for now. Each moment that goes by, he feels an immense pleasure. It’s like he takes out all his anger that he kept inside the previous days and he doesn’t want to stop. Not when his palm moves your pathetic face left and right, like he’s viewing some artifact. In the insanity of it all, he feels his cock hard. He is unconsciously rubbing on your t-shirt (Yuji’s t-shirt) and your face looks oddly pretty, puffy cheeks adorned with tears and wide pleading eyes.

‘’L-uh- oh’’ You try to speak out and he gets exactly what you’re trying to communicate.

‘’Y-Yu- i’’ You call out his brother's name. Seriously, it's like you’re asking for it.

‘’What about my brother, huh?’’ A hand is removed as more air fills your lungs. You sob. You feel searing pain in your chest, among all other body parts— fingerprints sit on both of your cheeks.

‘’Y-Yuji— is.. he..is not..’’ You can hardly keep up, he is in close proximity and your tailbone hits against the counter from the way he has his body pressed onto you. A hardness pokes at your belly and you think that this wasn’t what you had in mind in the shower. He is aggressive and looks like he won’t back off soon.

‘’Not what? Speak the fuck up.’’

‘’N-not like this.’’ You cry. You can’t understand how these two are even related. Yuji’s a sunshine, the kindest soul you’ve known, of course he wouldn’t want to fuck you, he just felt sorry that you didn’t have plans and offered up some company. He’d do it for anyone. You were naive at times but you knew it was the reason you were there. Yuji couldn’t say no. He must’ve also not been aware of his brother’s rage otherwise you wouldn’t find yourself in this position.

‘’You’re right.’’ Choso takes you out of your thoughts. ‘’He isn’t. But I am. It’s your lucky day.’’ His left hand is on the counter behind you, so there goes your chance to leave. To your left, there’s an exit. You could run. But your eyes betray you and his palm abrasively pushes your left shoulder back.

‘’Don’t even fucking consider this.’’ He says as his knee nudges yours to the side. You’re standing the whole time and the rough poke makes your legs buckle—you almost fall but you’re brought to stand upright as he lifts Yuji’s shirt.

‘’Shit, wearing his shirt and everything, as if you’d ever be good enough to be his girlfriend.’’ He mocks, but his eyes aren’t on you, they’re on your chest as you wriggle under him.

Choso is determined this punishment exceeds medieval torture. And you should definitely look on the bright side, you’d enjoy it by the end.

‘’Finger yourself.’’ He orders and your eyes widen.

‘’W-what..’’ You tremble. He raises his right hand and you flinch but he goes on to move a strand stuck on your lips.

‘’Stop playing deaf. Touch your cunt like you did in the shower. What? Think I didn’t listen? That’s the type of nasty whore you are.’’

You can’t do it. You can’t— so he does it for you. His right palm brings your hand in between your open legs as you feel your own palm push against your entrance. He touches on your middle finger and slowly brings it in between your lower lips. He slips in your finger, which has to contract by the pressure he’s applying but his rough hand touches you too and you cry.

‘’C-Choso.. s—stop..’’ He moves your finger up and down your pussy, which lubricates steadily the more something’s thrusted inside it and then decides to stick his finger too. You gasp as it fills you fully and he finally breaks out a smile, seeing you cute and vulnerable like this really makes his cock hard. Your pretty eyes beg for him to stop but he can’t; it’s too good and you’re almost enjoying it already.

‘’That’s right. It feels good, doesn’t it? Bet you were thinking about Yuji in the shower, weren’t you? It’s okay, I can show you how I fuck too.” Choso wants to turn you around and stuff his cock inside you without protest but that wouldn’t count as torture so he has to suppress his strained urge. He’ll make good use of that nuisance of a mouth you have first.

Both hands are removed from your cunt, slick trickles down your forcibly open thighs— the position makes your hips automatically open and buck up and you’re panting, scared and embarrassed that your body betrays you. Choso’s face is flushed, a red scarring which you hadn’t seen up close, seems even more crimson, as he gets you off the counter and pushes your elbows down. You’re dropped on the floor, right in front of a long bulge—you can pretty much expect what’s to follow but still make a timid effort.

‘’Cho–Choso, please..’’ but before you know it, his sweatpants are removed and you’re cut off by his cock in your mouth. Salty precum lingers on your tongue—not long, before he starts thrusting his hips in your mouth, fucking your face. You choke and gargle; he’s big and his girth squeezes around your palate as he hits the back of your throat, “Fucking finally..” he groans, “..good for once.” He praises, as if you make some conscious effort.

He suddenly pulls out—spittle falls down his cock as he grabs you by the roots of your hair. You must be a funny sight, plush, swollen lips, puffy eyes, a wet, anticipating cunt and precum staining his brother’s shirt as he brings his face closer. Something urges him to kiss you. He wants to taste your desperation. He brings his mouth on yours, it’s wet and he pushes his tongue inside, he can taste the fluids as you cry.

‘’Kiss me.” He says and tries harder. This time you comply, his tongue searches your open mouth as you follow his lead. His right palm rests on the counter behind you, trapping you in an embrace, which oddly enough creates a heat in your core. His mouth, despite the forcefulness, feels soft and you aimlessly try to close your legs in hope the nasty feeling goes away. You smell his scent, it must be his shower gel, lotus…and something else you read on the label but can’t remember now. You let tears fall from your eyes as you try to inhale only through your nose— mouth too occupied being devoured by him.

Choso loves kissing you. He thinks to himself you are perfect, in your own way. So pretty with your mouth distracted and your legs open. For him, only. Yuji would be off limits after that. Not that you’d approach either one after, he guesses. Your kisses only make him eager to stuff your cunt more, his cock aches by the minute, that’s why he lifts you up. You’re so pliable, he thinks. He manhandles you and all you’ve said is a couple broken ‘’please’’. Did you actually want this? He considers the possibility, he isn’t unattractive in the slightest.

Your shirt has to go. He knows it’s Yuji’s but that doesn’t matter now that it has his precum on it. He finds himself wondering whether he fights internally against Yuji or you right now, seeing how he feels a pang of jealousy towards his little brother. But the idea is crazy so he brushes it off hurriedly. Your soft, squishy tits rise and fall to the pace of your anxiety.

‘’You have pretty tits, does this hurt?’’ He asks as he slaps across your nipple, the skin around burns tenfold and you cry out.

‘’...h-hurts..’’ You yelp and he feigns sorrow.

‘’Aww, sorry, let me make this feel better. We’ve neglected her for some time, haven't we?’’ He looks at your cunt— glistening and lovely, ready to be defiled as he brings a thumb to play with your clit.

‘’Spit.’’ You’re not that wet, what? It’s okay, he will change it.

You shyly gather spit and let a small glob fall down his digits as he pumps two fingers abruptly inside. Three strokes and your cunt starts drooling, he enjoys the sounds. But more than anything, he enjoys your tormented face, fighting to admit the pleasure you’re getting. His rough thumb circles around your clit as you’re forced to touch behind his neck to not fall off, you grip down his nape, failing to conceal your moans.

‘’Cho-choso..mhm’’ You whine, brokenly, it pains you to feel so good, so fast. You don’t want this. You don’t.

‘’...Already squeezing down like some slut huh..’’ It takes Choso a lot of strength to not cum in the air like some loser, he’s delayed this too much and now you look irresistible, being fucked by his fingers on his counter. While you cry. And his brother’s out.

‘’-Mm- Cho- Choso.. stop!’’ You moan, feeling close to an orgasm as he pumps faster and circles the nub simultaneously. Your fluids stain all the way up to his knuckles and if he keeps this up, you’ll probably coat his palm entirely.

‘’---f-fuck Cho–’’ He removes the fingers just before you can give in to the feeling— you pant frustrated.

‘’Enough. Let’s test out how well that cunt feels… for a slut like yourself.’’ You want to protest, want to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, but that’s clearly not an option. In a split second you’re turned over, thrown across the kitchen table, your limbs are stretched out and the direct contact makes you wince, as you clash with your chest. Choso admires the view. He spreads your legs out and you look ready to be fucked into oblivion.

He gives his stiff cock a couple thrusts, his red tip leaks his precum and he groans before his cockhead bumps with your entrance. You moan and he hasn’t even entered you yet as he brings a hand on the curve of your ass and smacks it.

‘’Stop being so desperate, it’s embarrassing.’’ He sighs as he rubs his cockhead across your slit.

‘’P–please Cho–Choso..’’ You moan, understanding that you have it bad. ‘’W-want you in me...’’ You can’t even lie to yourself at this point, you’re pent up and need him. The rest of unresolved feelings is something you’ll deal with later.

‘’Fucking needy slut, maybe Yuji was right bringing you over here. Gonna get fucked by his bro like some passed around whore? Want him to stuff you too?’’

‘’N-no! Choso! P–please- ugh.. need you..only you!” You beg as you move your hips, your dignity dissolved a long time ago.

Choso mumbles something under his breath and pushes his cock to slide in your creamy walls as you moan—desperately. His cock is large and it hurts way more than his fingers, he hasn’t bottomed out yet but you already feel suffocated.

‘’Ch-Choso!’’

‘’What is it, slut? Be patient.’’ He huffs, but he isn’t patient himself as he prods at your cunt deeper, you’re way too tight to take him, squeezing down the entirety (or at least most of what can fit) in your little hole and he has to sigh. Your back muscles contract as your helpless hands tug at the table while he thrusts deeper and deeper, he brings his torso close to yours so he’s next to your hair, which he removes.

‘’Does that feel good? You take me so well for a common whore, baby.’’ He whispers on your neck, you shudder and cry out.

‘’Mhmagh- Cho-Cho! Y-yes..feels s-so good! Don’t stop! Cho–’’

‘’Are you fucking stupid? Don't…don’t tell me what to do.’’ He straightens himself and grabs your hips. His cock lunges in your cunt, he’s poking at what feels like your cervix, when he slaps your reddened ass. It should appall you, it should make you wince but he notices your pussy tightening and clamping down. So you’re enjoying this? What a nasty fucking slut that you are.

‘’C-Cho– i ughn I’m cumming fuck!’’ You sob and he fastens his pace. You’re overstimulated, overly teased and over the edge. Your hands scratch against the table as his palms hold your head firm and to the side, he pushes you downward and thrusts his cock in and out, each pump making you gradually lose eyesight until you do… fully. Your vision darkens completely and you blink rapidly as you let go screaming.

‘’C-choso aagh!’’ But he doesn’t listen, his head’s too clouded with the need to fill you up, the need to have his cum seep out your hole as he grabs Yuji’s shirt next to him, rolls it around and hangs it over your neck. You’re being lifted—your back is arched upward, the angle is excruciatingly painful; you’re too sensitive and his cock slides way too deep.

‘’Shit– don’t have much to say now, huh?’’ He asks but you’re choking and fighting for air, your ass bumps against his groin and he needs about three thrusts and a hard final slap on your flesh to finish.

‘’Fuuuck–shit, r-right there, stay the fuck up!’’ He orders, but it’s not like you have many places to go as you feel a warmth filling you up; it’s funny, you’ve never had anyone come inside before. His load spurts and trickles out and he lets go of the scarf made on the spot, falling on top of you.

He slowly slides his softening cock out and doesn’t tell you another word while his chest rises and falls on your back. He can’t lie to himself, you were too nice. The softness in your shivering skin and sad eyes was too kind. Maybe he shouldn’t have been that hard on you, slapping you like some fly. He clears his throat as he climbs off you. You remain laid out, you seem passed out or freshly dead—you sport multiple marks and semen falls down his counter.

‘’We have to clean up before Yuji gets back.’’ You can barely register what he says but you make out the ‘we’ in the beginning. At least he acknowledges your existence, you think as you try to find your friend’s shirt.

When Yuji returns Choso tells him you’re asleep. He can’t let him know he was cleaning bodily fluids off the kitchen counter. Yuji doesn’t ask more, he is excited to let Choso know about Megumi’s course and Choso listens, though he’s tired. By the time Yuji wakes up, you’re gone, having left a note behind that you ‘’didn’t feel well and changed the flight tickets.’’ When he tries calling you, you don’t pick up and he tells Choso.

‘’I’m sure she’s fine.’’ Choso made breakfast— it’s biking day, the sun shines and Yuji actually woke up earlier than expected (11 AM). His house feels silent, empty in a funny way, almost like you left and took its joy with you. Yuji is visibly upset but Choso reassures him everything’s fine.

‘’Yeah… I guess you’re right. You did say she felt sick yesterday..’’ He reminds him. Did he say that? Well, Choso thinks, it definitely sounds better than letting his little brother know of the sickening things he did— your punishment for daring to be his friend. Maybe he wasn’t lying to Yuji when he said that.

‘’I’ll try again later.’’ Yuji smiles. His voice doesn’t have its usual excitedness but Choso will work on it. He doesn’t have much time.

‘’We’re still going, right?’’

‘’Sure.’’ Yuji smiles half-heartedly as he stands up.

He heads upstairs and Choso picks up the breakfast plates and puts them in the sink. He stands right at the spot he had you pinned twelve hours ago—defenseless and crying as he slapped you, facefucked you, fingered, choked and ultimately humiliated you. He knows the excuse that he made you cum and the way you looked at him barely holds up. Even if you liked him, it wasn’t right.

He is suddenly overcome by a wave of inexplicable emptiness. It’s a vicious cycle, he thinks. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else. He would have driven them away from Yuji in an effort to have him to himself. Then Yuji would be sad and he would feel responsible. It wasn’t ever really your fault. Yet, this wouldn’t have happened if you never showed up. It would have benefited all three. Maybe this was never a cycle; the loop would require equal components. You were a labyrinth, a complicated, long path and Yuji was the center.

#choso x reader #tw dark content #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo x reader #yandere brother #choso kamo #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw violence #tw degradation

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bloody-cupcakes · 8 months ago

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Yandere/dark Tenth Doctor x reader; he helps you celebrate your birthday

Tw: yandere/dark content, soft yandere, threatened force feeding (it doesn't happen though), implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, gender neutral reader, the Doctor uses affectionate pet names such as star, angel, and love, brief swearing, referenced past hypnotism/mind control

A/N: it's my birthday and I happen to share it with none other David Tennant himself so naturally I had to write something a little dark with the Tenth Doctor in order to celebrate 🥳🎈🎂

The bed dipped down beside you as you tried to play it off like you were still asleep. "Happy birthday, star," the Doctor softly cooed in your ear, gently shaking you as you laid there. Obviously he figured out you were faking. "It's time to get up so I can give you your gift."

You pressed your face closer into the pillow and let out a defiant huff. "I don't wanna," you whined quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. As much as you might've enjoyed your birthday before, you'd recently been dreading its approach due to the circumstances you found yourself in.

Part of you had hoped that maybe he wouldn't remember, and then you could say you didn't remember either if it ever came up in further conversation, but unfortunately you had no such luck. You didn't even question how he knew it: at this point you didn't want to know where he got any additional information that you didn't willingly give up.

"I said, it's time to get up." His tone was a bit more forceful than before; it made you gulp nervously and sent shivers down your spine. "I don't want to have to repeat myself again, understood?"

"Yes, sir," you responded obediently, your voice sounding timid and meek as you slowly sat up in the bed. "I'm sorry." You stuck your bottom lip out and widened your eyes, trying to make yourself look as innocent and unsuspecting as possible, something you knew he always fell for.

"I guess I'm just a little upset that I won't be getting to spend today with my family." It could very well have been a bold faced lie, but he didn't need to know that. It wouldn't matter, anyway. You knew he wasn't going to take you back home, but at the very least you were hoping for some sympathy, which you got.

"Oh, angel..." His voice went back to its usual soft spoken tone as he pulled you onto his lap, his brow furrowed as his eyes filled with concern. "I know you miss them, love, but I can't take you back. You know that. Besides, this is your home now." He gestured to your room inside the TARDIS, one that he filled with items he'd taken from your old place.

Against your better judgement, you cuddled up close to him on his lap, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck. You inhaled the scent of his aftershave, something that you thought you'd always hate when he first took you. Now, though, it provided you some much needed comfort whenever you were feeling down.

"I'm going to go get your gift, okay? I'll be right back." You made a soft noise of protest as he slipped you off his lap and back onto the bed, watching as he got up and left the room. Pouting, you crossed your arms and just sat there, waiting for him to return.

The Doctor soon returned, carrying a plate with a large slice of birthday cake on it. He chuckled upon seeing the grouchy look on your face. "I told you I'd be right back." He walked over and took a seat back on the bed, setting the plate down in front of you. "Boy, you must've missed me an awful lot, hm?"

You stuck your tongue out to show you didn't appreciate his teasing. "Careful, otherwise your face is going to freeze like that." He picked up the fork and stuck it in the slice of cake, breaking off a piece before holding it up. "Look, I got your favorite."

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you kept your mouth shut, refusing to eat the piece of cake on front of you. If you were in a better mood, then maybe you'd be fine with it. After all, you'd grown used to him feeding you, even if it was a tad bit degrading.

But today was just not the day for all of that. You couldn't be sure exactly what time it was, as there wasn't a clock in your room, but you were fairly certain he'd woken you up just past midnight . Honestly, the nerve to not even let you sleep on on your own birthday.

"I don't want any. I'm not hungry," you mumbled as you looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze, even if you were openly defying him by refusing the "gift" he'd gotten you.

"Very funny, star. I woke you up early, so now you're going to be a brat and refuse to eat your cake," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. "Look, would you just eat it? It's only one slice, love, c'mon now."

"No. I said I don't want to," you blurted out in frustration, glaring at him. The moment his eyes darkened, you felt your blood run cold, realizing you'd made a mistake. "I- I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired-"

Your poorly made excuses were cut off quickly by the Doctor's harsh tone. "I don't care how tired you are, do you hear me? We are going to sit here until you eat every damn bite, if I have to force it down your throat."

A loud whimper of fear escaped you at his scolding tone, causing him to let out a sigh as he recognized he'd gone a bit too far. "Love, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to be so rough sounding with you," he gently reassured you as he shifted closer to you on the bed.

Deciding it wasn't worth it to fight him (despite how much you really didn't want to be held), you allowed him to pull you onto his lap for a second time. "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to upset you in that way," he spoke in a low and soothing voice while wrapping his arms around you.

"You were mean," you choked out as your eyes began to fill with tears. Although it was ridiculous to believe, especially with no proof, you always thought he'd done something that made you much more emotional and sensitive than you used to be, just so he could have the chance to comfort you.

(Technically your suspicions weren't all that far off, as he'd asked a favor from his best enemy back when he first took you. He figured that maybe if you were more docile and submissive it'd be easier to make you stay with him, so he convinced the Master to hypnotize you in an effort to change the chemistry of your brain and make it so you'd be dependent fully on him. Of course, you didn't know any of this, though it wouldn't have surprised you even if you did.)

"I know I was, love, and I'm sorry." He reached over and moved the plate, resting it on your thigh as he picked up the fork again. "Just eat this, then you can go back to bed, okay? I promise." The offer was certainly tempting, and the cake didn't actually look (or smell) that bad.

"Okay," you sniffled in a small voice, opening your mouth just enough for him to stick the fork in. The taste of the buttercream frosting hit your tongue first, the silky smooth texture followed by the fluffiness of the cake. The Doctor smiled in delight as he watched you eat it.

"Good, good. There you go, see? I knew you'd like it." He broke off another piece from the slice and held it up to your mouth again, feeding you in almost the same manner a mother would to her child. "You're doing so well for me, star, I'm so proud of you."

You felt your face heat up in a blush at his praise, humming happily as you continued to eat. His words of encouragement pushed you to keep eating, even if you weren't really that hungry to begin with. A full belly and an empty plate later, you were finally done, licking your lips clean of icing.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" He placed the fork on the plate and set them both down on the bedside table. "Did you enjoy your gift, star, hm? I thought you might like it, seeing as that's your favorite."

As you were still savoring the final bites of the slice of cake, you nodded your head eagerly. He grinned in response, glad to know you'd liked it. "Good, I'm glad." Noticing there was some icing smeared on your upper lip, he leaned in and dragged his tongue across it suddenly, an action that left you both shocked and flustered.

Laughing at your reaction, he gave your lips a quick kiss before saying in a low and suggestive voice, "I'm sorry, angel, I just couldn't resist. You looked too sweet not to taste for myself."

Too embarrassed to say anything, you turned and buried your face into his chest, which only caused him to laugh harder. "Oh, star, you're always so easy to tease." He ran his hand up and down your back in a comforting fashion, smirking playfully.

A soft yawn could be heard coming from you as drowsiness started to overcome you. "I'm really tired, can I go back to sleep now?" You asked in a sleepy mumble, looking up at him with eyes that were droopy as an effect of being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Of course you can, love. I won't keep you awake any longer." He pulled the covers over top of you before flicking off the lamp beside the bed. Pressing a loving kiss to your head, you could hear him faintly murmur just before you drifted off to sleep: "happy birthday".

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zippidi-dooda · 4 days ago

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You eyed Rollo from the doorway.

He sat in the plush wing chair by the bay window. Thick embroidered curtains were drawn, blocking out the moonless night. A perfect backdrop for his candlelit shadow. The flickering wax sat in it's stand on the coffee table beside him. He sat formally, stormy eyes fixed on the thick leather bound in his hands. What the contents held within were, you did not know, but he sat there each evening when he could not sleep.

You walked over.

His gaze lifted upward as he noticed your outline in his peripherals and he opened his mouth. Probably to question why you were up as well.

But you didn't give him the time. No, instead you proceeded with your goal of a few moments ago unashamed of how frazzled he would get.

He froze, eyes wide as you purposely made yourself welcome in his lap. Book nearly dropping from his hands as you scooted closer.

"What are you doing? This is highly indecorous and you should be in bed at this hour anyway."

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just do it, I promise I'm not up to something."

He held back a sigh, brow twitching at the command, but followed along. "There is better use of your time, don't you think?"

"C'mon, I just came out here."

"Yes, but-" He paused, interrupted by your thumb on his lips.

You brushed your thumb along them slowly, fixated on their dewy softness.

He was rattled by the gesture. You could tell from the way his breath hitched, the intake of air sending a breeze against your fingertip. You held back a chuckle before adjusting your grip. A slight pop resounded as you parted his lips and you could feel his body heating up against you.

He wasn't sure what to think as he felt you prop something small and round between his teeth.

"Taste it."

He bit down, a sweet tang dripping to his senses.

"Grapes?" He questioned, swallowing.

Though he still had his eyes closed you nodded, proceeding to pluck him another fruit.

"How do you like them? Picked by the vigneron in town. He says they're the best you'll ever have."

Rollo munched meticulously, trying to make his assessment seriously. "His claims hold their weight."

"Yeah? I thought so too," you kept handfeeding him one by one, "do you think we should try and grow our own? Red, green, doesn't matter which, you like them both don't you?"

"Mm, yes. They're good for a number of bodily health functions." He ate another before shaking his head, eyes opening with a furrow in his brow. He grasped your wrist gently in both hands before you could feed him another. "Y/N eating irregularly forms poor habits. You could mess up everything by snacking out of schedule, especially so late in the evening."

"Oh c'mon, one snack break won't kill you." You switched to your other hand, pressing the small fruit against his mouth again.

He huffed out a sigh, giving you an annoyed look. But you weren't paying attention. Instead you were focused on the grape, forefinger lifting his chin while your thumb held the fruit in place.

Had Rollo been as observant as usual, he would have been able to guess what happened next. But he was tired and prickly by your insistant provocations so you were delighted by his jolt of surprise as you leaned forward.

You moved slowly, pausing once your noses were a hair's breadth apart. You didn't look at his beach gray eyes as they grew wide and frantic. No, you were much too distracted by the pink lips molding around the green fruit. They never failed to draw you to them.

You closed your eyes, lips ghosting over his for a moment, and Rollo soon found himself flaming.

He wasn't sure when his hands fell from your wrists but he now held them to you your sides, fingers digging into your hips unknowingly. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop himself from holding his breath.

What a troublesome thing you were. Always getting to him like this. If he didn't know any better he'd say you were the worst thing for his health.

You kissed for an timeless moment before biting down on half of the grape and pulling back. "I think that vigneron was right. I'll have to go buy some more tomorrow."

Done with your pursuits, you shifted in his lap.

Rollo's face twisted up, the bright red blooming against his fair skin burning brighter, and he tried to guide you to a more safe position.

When you finally settled, nestled into his side with your head perched in the crook of his neck and legs across the arm of the chair, you were quick to relax. His flustered blush made you feel very warm against him and you took comfort in the cozy fit by his side. You looked toward where his book lay fallen between the cushions of the seat.

"Read out loud for me, please?"

"I-I ... what?"

"I like hearing your voice."

He gaped a bit, still focused on what happened prior, but his hand took the book from yours as you pulled it out from its spot.

He exhaled steadily, turning to his lost page. "O-kay." This should be a calming enough activity for him as well.

He cleared his throat before staring slowly, trying to remember what had happened before you'd walked in.

The longer the read, the more steady he became, one hand on the book, the other caressing your waist. You could hear his heart relax to a more set pace where your ear rested against his pulse. His spoke fluidly, timber was low and soothing, as if he was speaking to the people in the square. You couldn't have found a better place to feel more at ease. With each passing second, so cozy and serene, you couldn't even tell when you had fallen asleep.

Rollo trailed off as he noticed though, having been glancing down at you from time to time. He lowered the book, closing it with a a dull thud before setting it on the coffee table beside the chair.

"Was this just an act to help you fall asleep?" He murmured.

Letting out a sigh, he hooked an arm under your knees, the other finding a stable position against your back before standing. He was gentle as he carried you to your room, setting you on the bed slowly so as not to disturb you. Then tucked you in, kneeling at your bedside for a moment, tired eyes looking over you.

"You're a bother, you know that? Always pestering me." His gaze drifted downward to your stomach.

"But I suppose you are my bother, now aren't you?"

He stood, caressing your hair back with a thumb before pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. "Goodnight. I wish you pleasant dreams, Y/N."

He walked out, leaving your door open just in case, before returning to his seat. Hopefully one day he'd be able to find rest as easily as you just had

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook: Lacrymaria olor

(Intro)

In which you've survived on this foreign planet for more than two years until you're caught and brought to the King, who will decide your fate.

Tags/Warnings: Alien AU, Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, Blood and Violence, Strangers to I don't know?

Additional Chapter Warnings: Brief mention of vomiting, mentions of homelessness, Jungkook's entire attitude is a warning

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The strong winds on this planet aren't something you're unfamiliar with.

After all, you've been living in the shadows here for more than three years? Maybe more. But it's hard to count the time when first of all, society here doesn't even use the same measurements you're used to for time, and second of all, you don't have a clock or a calendar. You can always only guess, but at the end of the day, time isn't something that concerns you much anyways. Food, shelter, safety; those were things to really worry about.

As a human on this planet, there's not much to do. Most jobs require way more strength than a humans could bring to the table, and even then, it's not very lucrative in the eyes of most employers here, since they won't be able to work long-term anyways. Most humans won't even willingly live here anyways- too stuck in their believe that earth can still be saved, even though with all the nuclear disasters happening years ago, you're sure that it's not looking too great back home.

Home.

It's an odd word, something that has changed meaning for you ever since coming here. You had snuck onto a cargo shit sent from the Temian government to provide at least some help with food and water, an accident mostly, really. You'd tried to help your friend get onto the ship to find her family on a different planet- but she never showed up, and you had had to face the decision of either getting caught, or staying hidden.

Needless to say, you at least never got caught.

Once you really learned to describe 'home' differently for yourself, Temia's wildlife and nature wasn't that unwelcoming any longer. Home at this point was more a feeling than a place, and so, you could feel at home wherever, whenever, really. Just like now- asleep under an odd growing tree's roots, giving you shelter from the harsh winds of Temia. Another year must've passed- or cycle, as they call it here. It's not quite a year, but it brings you comfort to compare certain similarities to earth every now and then.

You know you're sick. Or at least, something must be wrong with your body.

It happens occasionally, considering you sleep and live basically outside exposed to the elements most of the time. And while you've somewhat grown accustomed to it, you're still just human. And you're basically living illegally on this planet, something you're instantly reminded of as soon as you hear the movement around you, clattering of armor making it clear what's going on.

Soldiers, police, whatever you want to call it- they're on the hunt again, and you're sure that this time, you won't be able to escape them.

It had only been a matter of time after all. You know that Temians are way better at reading tracks, and at this point, just burying your leftovers from last night's scraps you had for dinner, probably didn't help at all in covering your existence in the woods. And it's true- because as soon as you see the boots in front of you, you know you're done for.

You're basically carried into the massively huge room, colorful tiles on the floor cold underneath your bare feet as soon as the guards put you down. You know not to look up, you know just to stay quiet. There's no use in arguing, or begging at all with a being such as a Temian. They're well aware of their abilities, and their power over the human race. "We have responded to the worries of the citizens at Myenven, your highness." A guard next to you states, and you swallow.

Of course you'd be brought here.

"She was found in the Woods, where you had ordered us to search for another time." Another guard says, and you can hear someone up front moving, chains clattering melodically against one another, sound of leather creaking distinctively. You can't see if there's someone there, you can only assume. "Just like we said, we took care of the issue, and found the parasite cutting down the trees in the area. She is also suspected to have stolen the produce of local farmers."

Only a hum is heard from whoever they're talking to, before the person chuckles.

"So you're telling me this.. Creature of earth.." he looks down where they made you kneel, eyes dark and calculating as he continues his words, "has survived on it's own, with no assistance of anyone, for more than a cycle? And not even the government noticed?" Jungkook questions, while the guard nods.

"Of course we will send her back to the planet she originates from-" the man says, though everyone's surprised and admittedly startled when the usually stoic man starts to laugh, entire body moving to present itself as more or less welcoming.

"Oh absolutely not!" he says instead of agreeing with the guard, clapping his hands once. "She shall stay. I'll sign any paperwork needed- no need to fly her out to her rotting planet." he says, making you look up at him for the first time as the guard let's go of your neck. "Though under one circumstance.." he tells you, standing up to walk down and kneel on one knee only, fingers lifting your chin with a firm but non-threatening grip.

"You'll stay right where I can see you from now on." he smirks, and you're not sure if you should be even more scared now, or glad that he leaves you alive after all of this. "Hm." He studies you for a moment, deep cherry red eyes scanning your features while his hand moves your face around for him to better inspect. "I have seen a couple of humans in my life. None of them ever looked this.. hm." He leans in, making you even more nervous now- is he sniffing you?! "I always forget how.. fragile you beings are." He leans back again, giving you a bit of space, before he stands up, snapping his fingers while he walks back to what you assume is his throne. "Send a healer that knows something about humans to my chambers. You're dismissed." He says, picking up a burgundy coat of some sorts, before he laughs to himself when he spots you trying to stand up as well. "Not you." He says, before he walks back towards you.

Something that's surprising to you is not the slightly arrogant attitude- most Temians act this way- but the way he doesn't at all seem upset at your illegal stay on his planet. Well, it's not his.. he just rules parts of it, but still. One might argue that back on earth, people would be a lot more upset at you for doing what you did.

You're unprepared for the heavy fabric being thrown over your shoulders, forcing you to almost fall flat face first onto the colorful tiles below, causing the king to laugh at you. "Ah, you're truly adorable, really!" he claps, before he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder together with the for you heavy fabric. You instantly try to lift yourself up against his back, well aware that you'll throw up the rest of your food in just a few steps if you let yourself dangle down like that. "Hm? Oh, I guess that might not be comfortable.." He says more or less to himself, adjusting your position to hold you properly with both arms in front of him.

He's right. This is a lot more comfortable.

"You seem confused." He wonders, and you nod. "You can talk. I'm not stuck-up like my brothers." He tells you, though you don't even know what his brothers would have to do with this.

"I guess I.. don't know why you're being so okay with me.. basically living in your kingdom illegaly." You say, and he simply laughs to himself, shaking his head.

"If I wanted you gone, I would've hunted you down myself moons ago." He says, and you're not sure if that should worry you, or make you feel at ease.

"So you knew I was out there the whole time?" You ask, and he nods.

"Not the entire time, but I've figured a thief who just steals produce we feed to our livestock might be a human, considering the food you're able to eat differs from my kind's." he explains to you, before he opens a door, and sets you down to your feet. As soon as he stands in front of you he snorts in amusement, looking down at where you look up at him. "Say, how old are you? You smell like a mature human, but I'm always unsure how to guess ages with how short you all are." He chuckles. "I have a friend, his name is Jimin, and he's a human too. Older than me! But he's so short he doesn't even reach my shoulder, can you believe that?" He laughs, taking a blanket from a sofa of some sorts before he places other pillows differently, patting the seat once he finished his task.

"I.. uh.. I'm twenty.. four? I don't have a good feeling of time, so I'm not sure." You say.

"So you're similar in age too! Very interesting." He nods, before you sit down next to him- struggling a bit, since the couch stands pretty high off the ground for you. It's an action that seems to amuse him yet again- until the door opens, his entire demeanor immediately changing into one that reminds you of the more aggressive side of his kind.

His eyes seem to glow for a second, arm reaching over you as a low growling sound escapes his throat- but all just for a small second, before the King rolls his eyes, relaxing again. "My my Jungkook, barely got a pet and already possessive over it." A man says, before walking in. "One might think after all those years you would've become more.. generous." The man says, setting down a box of equipment.

"I'm a very generous ruler Namjoon, you should know this best most of all." He says, crossing his arms. "After all, I let you keep Jimin."

"Jimin decided himself that he wanted to stay with me." The man you now know as Namjoon says, as he shakes his head. "That aside however, I believe you called me here for a reason?" He wonders, looking at you.

Jungkook watches you encouragingly, motioning towards his friend to signal you to talk. "I uh.. I think I might have upset my stomach or something. I'm not sure. I've been feeling sick for a few days now." You explain, and the man nods.

"Let's see what might be the problem then, shall we?" He says. "Don't worry. I have a human companion myself, so I am very much knowledgeable in human health." He reassures, before he continues his task.

It's all fun and dandy until Namjoon starts to examine your breathing, hand on your chest as he visibly concentrates on his job. "Do you have to touch her this much?" Jungkook grumbles next to you, legs and arms crossed, a clearly irritated look on his face as his eyes glow a little. "Or do you just want to piss me off?"

"Maybe a bit of both?" Namjoon chuckles, before he lets go of you. "Don't worry, I'm done now. You might want to look after her for a bit though, as she's not in optimal health currently." He explains, leading to Jungkook's entire demeanor becoming more the one of a confused puppy than an angry king. "Nothing too major, but you might want to make sure she properly hydrates and eats food suitable for her." He advises, before getting up. "Other than that, congrats on catching her, I guess." He smiles, before waving, and leaving the room.

"Don't worry." Jungkook says next to you after the door closes, leaving you alone with him again- and the look he gives you is both friendly and also unnerving, smirk exposing his sharpened canine teeth, gaze that of a clear predator as he watches you with a tilted head. "I'll take good care of you from now on."

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qiutls · 1 year ago

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TNGDH 18

"Do you not want to?"

I asked wiping the crumbs of the cookie on my mouth.

Kyle looked at me strangely, probably because I suddenly took out and ate a cookie from my pocket. Still, he offered his hand gently after I finished eating.

"Until now, I have never danced with the same person twice at the banquet."

Ah, is that so? If you don't like it, then let me go. It doesn't really matter who I dance with. I only want to get closer to Belial just in case something happens.

I thought he would let me go find someone else, instead he tightened his grasp and took me to the dance floor.

"....."

This punk. Please be consistent with your words and actions~ Your mouth says something, but your body moves otherwise.

"I thought you don't dance with the same person twice?"

I asked Kyle teasingly, yet he calmly replied,

"Well, I didn't say I didn't want to do it."

"Ah..."

I understand.

Well, it is indeed better to dance with him, lest I step on other people's toes. Not to mention, he's good at leading the dance, so there's no need to worry about making the wrong movement.

Soon, a sharp sound from the violin signaled the start of the next dance. Is this Chaconne? Even after listening to it, I couldn't figure out what the music was. Whatever, I don't have time to listen leisurely anyways.

This time, I shamelessly put my feet on his at the start of the dance. Kyle seemed perfectly fine with it and even danced to the music lightly as if I weighed nothing. The music this time seemed faster earlier, so the beat of the dance was considerably quicker, yet Kyle didn't seem to exert that much effort even as he carried me.

'He's really strong.'

I kept turning my head trying to find Belial and Sen. It was a good thing Sen's dress was a bright green color that reflected the chandelier's light. It was fairly easy to find them among the crowd.

Wait! No! That fool, Belial. Don't go to the center! Do you want to get hit with a chandelier!

"Ah!"

Sadly, a prince is indeed treated like a prince. The crowd that was originally dancing merrily at the center, instinctively moved aside. Kyle, after some consideration as well, left the center area.

'No... This shouldn't'

My insides felt like it was burning at the thought of what will happen if this continues.

With an uncomfortable feeling, my eyes traveled to look at the chandelier. Why does it look like it's shaking? The glare of the chandelier was bright enough to make me squint, yet I couldn't help but continue glancing at Belial and the chandelier above him.

At that time, Kyle switched our positions and took back my attention from the chandelier.

"Won't you focus?"

I replied flatly,

"Do I have to focus? Your Highness is doing all the dancing anyways."

That's why, dance well, don't mind what I'm doing. Don't let people laugh at us. Even though it's fine for me, since I already have no honor nor human rights, it's different for you, the Duke of Blake needs to keep his dignity.

Kyle grit his teeth, seemingly annoyed. While I kept shifting once in a while to check in on Belial and Sen, he looked as if he wanted to say, 'Stop caring about them.'

"Do you like Belial?"

If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that giving a flower meant you were getting married. I only gave that white flower in exchange for the invitation to the banquet, okay?

'... Well, I guess now that I think about it, it's a bit weird.'

It seemed like an unfamiliar person from the estate fell from the sky to give Belial flowers, in exchange for an invitation.

It's not just weird, it's outlandish. If I were Kyle, I would have pressured myself to confess what was my motive.

"No, that's not it... I-"

I said as I made eye contact with Belial. Trust me! Even though I seem contradictory right now, I just really don't want an accident to happen.

Kyle sneered at my reply.

"Even though you're looking at him so fervently?"

"...Who's looking fervently? I'm not though?"

If someone overheard, they would've thought I was sticking closely to Belial. But that isn't the case?

Belial Serena Minehardt, the Duke of Blake, Kyle's most outstanding rival. In order to save Kyle, I need to save him to increase the miracle value. If it wasn't for this mission, I wouldn't treat him nicely.

You do your thing, and I'll do mine, okay? I need to save that enemy of yours, to save the north, to save you, in order to save myself, ah.

"Forget about that, let's just dance. You're the Lord of this land, why are we dancing at the corner."

"....."

"Let's move a bit further over there, to the center."

Kyle looked at me suspiciously, but still listened to my words and move slightly towards the center. How kind of you. You really listen well, ah.

Just then a shrill sound chimed which made my head turn.

[ ⊙﹏⊙∥ ]

Looking at the system's reaction, I felt my stomach drop and my heart skip a beat. No matter how many days I worked hard, can I really not change the fate of this happening?

'No, right?'

That's right I can't let it happen.

Remember the reason I'm trying hard to change the fate of the original novel, I didn't work so hard just for me to be unable to change anything.

[ Σ(っ °Д °;)っ ]

[ (>︿<;)っ ]

[ (ㅠ_ㅠ) ]

Several system windows came to my vision at the same time. It even flashed several times as if to represent its desperate feelings.

Screech.

The sound ringed louder than before, the chandelier swayed and casted a shadow against Kyle's forehead.

"Trust me."

I whispered.

"I won't do anything that will endanger your life."

Am I crazy? Why did I say that? Ah!

I smiled and came down from Kyle's foot and pushed his shoulders away. Everything happened so quickly, Kyle's arm loosening around my waist, me moving towards Sen and Belial.

Clack.

Just then, the climax of the song started, the strings loudly resonated in the hall, Belial and Sen were right in the middle of the dance floor. And the chandelier fell.

Kyle probably didn't realize it until it was late. It seemed like he stretched out his hand to pull me back, but he wasn't able to grab me. I don't know, I couldn't afford to look back.

"....."

Time seemed to flow strangely. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I stretched out my arm to push Belial away, but I didn't reach him, instead I pushed Sen. And Belial moved to catch Sen, and they both collapsed sideways.

Crash.

A loud roar sounded in the hall from the falling chandelier. At the same time, my body shook from the impact. Glass from the chandelier broke and scattered everywhere, the music stopped, and people were screaming.

Even Kyle screamed. I think he was calling out my name.

My consciousness didn't last long, my vision blurred, and pain swept through my body. Come to think of it, I'm glad I fainted quickly, because I didn't have to suffer through that terrible pain for so long.

The grand banquet hall which was glittering in splendor just now fell into chaos.

"Guards! Quickly evacuate the guests."

With Kyle's urgent shout, the door opened, and several guards came to the hall in unison.

Kyle was hugging the fallen young man while checking the situation. Sen seemed to be supporting Belial who fell with her, his hands injured by the glass fragments from the chandelier.

"I'll do it!"

Kyle didn't answer and kept holding Shu in his arms.

"Call the doctor."

The guards nodded hastily and went to carry out his orders.

"Yes, Your Highness, we'll tell him to come here immediately."

"Wait, no."

"It might be too late if he comes here, I'll go there myself."

Kyle grit his teeth and looked at his bloodstained gloves that were tinted red. Judging from the condition, it was also inefficient to carry him all the way. It was better to meet halfway.

It's been a long time since Kyle worried this much.

"I need to go... to... the study..."

The man called Shu cried out. The strange young man then fainted after the sentence. Just now, he was hit by a falling chandelier, it was a good thing that it didn't land on top of his head. If it did, he probably would have died.

"....."

Kyle couldn't afford to be worried at the state of the banquet hall. He immediately carried the man, towards the study. He was hurrying like crazy, running up 4 steps of the stairs while preventing from shaking the body in his hands.

He felt the young man's body turning cold, his clothes were wet with blood.

At that time, Kyle got nervous, he should've grabbed him. It all happened in an instant, but he managed to stretch his arms out probably due to intuition.

However, he wasn't able to save him. He missed by a hair's breadth. The last thing he remembered was his how his brown hair shook and like a ghost vanished before his eyes.

Then it felt like Shu's body was enveloped in a white light. Was it the light of the chandelier, or....

"You-"

Kyle wanted to ask the suspicious stranger, "Tell me, did you expect this to happen, were you looking around listlessly because, you knew what was going to happen? Did you look around for Belial, or because you knew of this upcoming disaster?"

You cannot see the future without being a prophet. But even then, prophets could not predict events this accurately. So how the hell did he know?

Kyle felt his insides burning. He has spent over ten years in the North battling beasts and has seen and suffered worse injuries than this. Nevertheless, there was an itching feeling in his gut, and he couldn't help but be worried.

"Don't die."

He muttered to himself.

'Don't die, you strange fellow.'

"Where's the doctor?"

"He was taking care of the other wounded delivered to him, but he said he'd be here in 10 minutes, with the tools needed for trauma treatment."

"Okay, I-"

Kyle wiped the cold sweat on the young man as soon as he lay him down. He took off his clothes and pulled out the fragments of glass embedded to his body and wrapped a bandage to stop the blood from flowing.

Now he didn't have anything to do except wait. Kyle glanced at Shu's face, then at his chest which was moving up and down shallowly.

'Hold on for just ten more minutes.'

Because of this situation, he had to solve another problem. If Belial is injured heavily, this could be a problem that would pose a major threat to the North.

".....I need to resolve the disturbance at the banquet hall, come with me."

"But, what about the doctor?"

"Just leave the door open so the doctor can come in right away and treat him."

"I understand."

Kyle forced himself to move back towards the banquet hall, yet his mind was still in the study. His hastened his actions, in order to resolve the situation quickly and come back to the side of the unconscious young man.

(kofi) t/n - sorry for no chapter yesterday! this chapter was a bit hard to translate since the raws i'm reading had a problem with the encoding and 3/4 of the chapter was not put into paragraphs, so it was hard to find where it starts and ends. (tumblr) t/n - sorry for the late update! it was my brother's graduation today and we went outside to celebrate and i completely forgot about uploading the chapter ^^;

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inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog · 1 year ago

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Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

This is a request not made by someone on Tumblr, but rather from my own circle of people from real life. Yeah, you know I'm talking about you. Feeling called out yet? Good. You little fluffy simp.

Anyway...

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING!

As you may be able to guess, Yanderes are rather bloody and not nice from a human rights point of view. This post features a couple of human rights violations, for example kidnapping, torture, gaslighting, manipulation, cencorship, drugging and drug abuse, psychological warfare, being almost exclusively fed with biscuits, arson, and many more I do not know of yet. But you little freaks probably like that, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

(For the love of anything unholy, why does he look like he's jerking off in that GIF? Also, I found my headline fond again. And I figured out how to add a "read more" barrier. I'm getting good again.)

Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

You know how little children tend to cling to their favourite stuffy and won't let them go for anything, not even washing? This is how intense he gets. He takes you everywhere he goes, as long as you won't hinder him. He hugs you tight and then just drags you along, wether you like it or not. Another thing he likes to do is to pet and caress your head with his fingernails, he knows that it feels good. He puts a huge emphasis on physical touch, if you couldn't tell. It's his love language, in contrast to giving gifts. These are rewards for you behaving well, not signs of affection, because they can be bought again and again and don't mean anything to him. They were bought with money after all, and we all know that he could care less for money.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

It is an understatement if I said he would kill. He would light houses and humans on fire, he would publicly execute people and make it seem like an accident. He would chloroform them and bury them alive, with or without a coffin, depends on his mood.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

First of all, you're getting locked in a room. You need sleep after being drugged so heavily. He knows his poisons well, he's embalming people for a living after all. You get to keep a few belongings from your old home, but mobile devices or anything technically advanced is off the table for now (he's a grandpa, let him be). He doesn't throw them away, he just doesn't want you to be able to contact anyone who could potentially help you. The police for example. He doesn't need the police on his poarch again. It happened once, it wasn't pleasant. The only food available for you at that moment are buiscuits, you will have to cook for the both of you if you want anything proper. But that won't happen soon, as you are locked in a room. What a bummer. It will only get better with time, if you manage to earn his trust. Otherwise, you have to stay in your room. And it is boring there. Kind of to mock you how empty your life is without him in the room.

D- Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Of course, you're his now after all. You don't want to wear the clothes he selected for you? It's either this or you might aswell run around naked. He forces you to sleep in his coffin with you. Does not matter if you barely have any space in there together, you could be standing in the corner or be sleeping on the floor. The room you first wake up in only has a rather thin matress without any sheets or blankets. So? What will it be? Of course it will be him.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He knows on which power level he is in comparison to others. And he knows he is way above them. What, you are trying to get a reaction out of him by threatening him with you? Pathetic little thing, they're as good as dirt now. You try to threaten him with running away or doing something to yourself? Your loss. He won't be pressured into anything by you. He doesn't show you anything about himself, he gives you no space to potentially hurt him.

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He sees it as a joke. What does a little drugged up ragdoll like you want to do against him? Scream and cry and kick around yourself? How cute, now hold still for the syringe. Try to strangle him in his sleep? The joke is on you, he already is dead. Why don't you try to go to sleep for once? Maybe this little chokehold on your neck will help you.

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is better than any joke he's been told so far. The way you try so desperately to find your way out, he even encourages you to try even harder. Your frightened expression is just so divine, he can't get enough of it. And the best thing is, he knows that you will never be able to get out of there alive. As if it weren't enough, he also gives you false hints. Or maybe they're truthful. You'll probably never know, as you get knocked out before you can try them properly.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Everything. Every second of you not obeying him equades to a month in the nine circles of hell. So just be nice and do as he says and you won't have to meet his devices from the middle ages.

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He always wanted a housewife that cleans after him and cooks for him. An obedient little plaything to amuse himself with. No children. He is not fond of them, they are annoying at best.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Him and jealousy? Ha, never. He'd never get jealous. He just tracks down the people you frequently interact with to check if they pose any threat to your relationship. That girl you frequently go out with is just a normal friend and they are in a long-term relationship? Everyone can be a cheater. That dude you told him not to worry about? You definitely have something going on. And that is unacceptable. He doesn't show you his discontentment, not yet at least. But these others in your life, they will get to know it very well.

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It is weird to say, but he almost acts like a mixture of an older brother and boyfriend. He's always looking out for you, seeming oh so very sweet. He's not touchy, but he glares at anyone who tries to get physically close to you. He's always slightly behind you, making sure to avoid any possible danger he sees. But none of them come close to the danger the Undertaker himself poses to you. But shhh, you don't have to know about that.

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It would start off with normal dates. Going to a restaurant, going shopping, anything he knows you like. And he knows what you like, he has stalked watched you long enough to notice your likes and dislikes. During this time, he gets progressively more touchy the closer you get, until you let him into your home. He knew where you lived before you showed him and he was even in your building and rooms before you showed them to him, but he is good at pretending to see them for the first time. After this, he basically consideres himself welcome around your house 24/7.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course they are. Otherwise, the police would have showed up at his doorstep sooner than later. And they already know him well, a story he does not like to remember, it was tedious to get them out of his mortuary.

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His go-to is either drugging or medieval torture devices. You blabbered too much nonsense again? A few hours with the Scold's bridle will teach you right. Trying to physically overpower him will be punished by drugging. You are so much more lovely like this, all drugged up and dazed. His disciplining is usually more unpleasant than hindering. Never would he go so far as to break your legs or even chop them off, you need those little sticks after all.

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Almost any he sees fit. Blabber too much and you lose your right of free speech (literally). The right of cencorship-free information? Surely not, the world outside is taboo for you. But don't worry, he won't take your right to go to the bathroom. He's not a monster after all.

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

One month until he first tries to obduct you. Afterwards, he doesn't care to wait up for you. The longer you take, the less patient he is. So you better adjust to him quickly.

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could never. If you died, he would not wait long to bring you back as one of his living corpses. And if you, against all odds, manage to leave and escape his premises, he would go hunt after you right again. He makes sure you won't be able to catch a break, at least nowhere outside of his home.

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Why should he feel sorry about something he wanted? If you can't adapt properly to him and your new life, it is purely your problem. And running away is no solution. Sorry, love.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

This man has been unalive for longer than he needed and has enough trauma for three whole families. So why shouldn't he share his psychological turmoil with you? Also, he is curious how well a human can take being treated like this.

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't appear to feel anything, other than annoyance with a slight hint of amusement. If you isolate yourself, good. Better than crying and throwing a fit right infront of him. He really can't stand that, it reminds him of crying children who run after their mother after they were mean to her and she decided to leave them standing where they are. Screaming should only be done in isolation, otherwise you might hurt his eardrums. This man is already half blind, adding deafness to it is more than he'd like to have.

U - Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't admire you. He wants you to admire him.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not a classical weakness, but useful none the less. His medicine/chemical cabinet has enough to kill a whole village, so if you start to be a bit more attentive during his work period, you might be able to learn a thing or two about some chemicals. He is most distracted during coffin nailing. If you use these facts wisely, you might make it out of there...

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Of course he would. What would be a better way to discipline you? Most of the injuries aren't fatal of course, he needs you in a good working shape.

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Him worshipping you? Dearie, you got something completely wrong. To him you are a puppet, a doll, a mere toy to play around with and throw aside as soon as he doesn't want you anymore. He knows that he doesn't need to win you over. He's way too irresistable for that (in his opinion).

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Upon first meeting you, about 4 months. Plus minus one, if you're particularly lucky/unlucky. He knows what he's doing after all, he doesn't need much planing.

Z- Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

In the end, all he wants is a perfect little doll that will keep him company for as long as he needs. And if he needs to break you for this goal, he will do so without hesitation. That way, you'll be stuck with him for the rest of your time, as long as your mortal coil exists. Forever.

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Did I promise something happy or fluffy? Oops. My bad. I'll maybe do a series out of this, depends on my mood and creativity. I can't tell you yet what my next post will be, because I have no clue what it will be.

(I'm too lazy to proof read this, as always.)

Until next time~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

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nixii-sabre · 8 months ago

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6 for the oc ask thing

Actually fucking marry me for sending an ask for the oc ask thing but anyways

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

No specification on which OC so like., I guess Ill go through all of them because this is an interesting question

(Big answer under cut)

Rainworld OC's

Endless - Endless will always, ALWAYS take advice from Chime. The only time he didn't was during their argument. He's especially reinforced the idea of listening to Chime now that they're together <3., He also won't take advice from... A lot of people, however probably Belief is the main person he will not take even friendly advice from

Koi - Will always take advice from her ancients. In comparison to her combative and competitive behaviors toward other iterators, she oddly listens to her colony. She's never talked about the matter, but its most likely due to knowing what happened to her brother when *he* didn't pay attention. It's a main reason she worries for him and tries to protect him, even nowadays.

Niche - Niche will always take advice from Cookie. Specifically cookie. She'll rarely every pay attention to her scavengers as she believes they have nothing good to say, but she has a soft spot for cookie- and sometimes she has a point. Also, Niche will never, *NEVER* take advice from iterators or ancients who have been apart of a taboo matter (i.e sliverist group chats/conspiracies, self destruct sequences, breaking the torture method, etc).

Those are all the important RW oc's of mine lmaoo. One Last Chime [OLC] belongs to @chaoticgoober as always.

Downfall

Oh boy. Oh boy. I have.. Wayy too many downfall characters to go over this, so Ill just go over with it for a handful.

Noah - Noah by beloved <3 I love him so much ^^ Anyway. After years of living with them, noah's pretty much learnt to take any and all advice from The Watcher. Considering they're a godlike being. The only type of advice they wont take and instead will *give* Watcher is emotional advice. also I think this was already a given but noah will not take advice from Kevin. not. not that kevin would give any advice.

Sludge - Sludge will take advice from everyone, however he'll always listen to his grandmother <3 He doesn't have a particular someone he won't want advice from (unless you count his father who he wants nothing to do with).

Kevin - Will take advice from Divala, will not take advice from Noah

Aqua - Awa will take advice for ANYTHING from ANYONE. Genuinely. He is extremely tentative and will listen and do whatever you say.

Nightshade - Will take advice from Dayna always. Will not take advice from Cindy. He doesn't care that they're siblings, he does not trust her. she threw a lizard at him

Si`le - Will take advice from Cupid. They're the bestest of friends <3 Will NOT take advice from the other sins. Quite frankly they can go fuck themselves in his opinion.

(Dayna belongs to @littleauralite)

Lethal Company

Harvey - Harvey will forever and always take advice from Baron. He likes his short chubby friend much more than he'd like to admit. He will not take advice from Theo, even if it's advice like 'hey I don't think you should go in there I think I saw a bracken' because he will just blatantly ignore him

Baron - Same thing, will always listen to Harves <3 Won't not listen to advice from anyone he's good with whatever

Elle - You don't listen to anybody, do you?

Theo - Will always, always take advice from Elle. He knows damn well she knows what she's talking about. This is especially useful when *he* doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. N/A on the second part

Cheerio - N/A, I think this is pretty clear

Ye., these characters are from a rp thang I'm doing with @xenomorphicdna , @bongocongocaveman , @leastactivejester (soon), and my friend chickenboi

Ooops., i rambled sowwy

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coeluvr · 1 year ago

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Hey, I have read the FAQ you uploaded, and if you wouldn't mind, I would love to ask about something following it.

You said MC can have one hobby which, if alone, will be a healthy coping mechanism. Or they can have one hobby and one unhealthy coping mechanism and, something I didn't know about, one hobby and TWO unhealthy coping mechanisms... So the question is, why can't we have two hobbies? I'm not complaining or anything though! I'm genuinely curious. Well, obviously I'm asking from a somewhat point of interest too since I would LOVE a MC who both sings and dances, but yeah, mostly curiosity really!

Ah, and also, since you answered something along these lines to one of my previous asks and I've seen this in the FAQ too, I thought I'd clarify something else too! The reason why I'm so set on having a non-vengeful MC and on being able to set that as soon as I can in the game is... well, I guess I'm projecting? No matter what anyone did to me in my life - of course not on the same level as what happened to MC but still - my only wish was to distance myself from it, to escape, to be safe. I NEVER wanted any form of retribution for anything - not even like "just in my mind". So I guess my brain just can't comprehend the desire for vengeance and it creates a disconnect in these instances in games where customization of the MC is pretty high! But from what I understood, this is mainly when the MC is a kid and it's a small part of the story, so in the case of your IF it doesn't bother me since, like you said, we'll be able to let go of that.

Anyway, sorry for the long ask this became!

Thank you for taking the time to read it, no matter if you answer or not!

Regarding the coping mechanisms, things are still not settled.

When I say 2 coping mechanisms I'm thinking of having groups of 2 because some just seem to go together.

Some examples:

Overworking + Not sleeping a lot

Substance abuse + Excessive amounts of sexual acts

Sleeping too much + No self-care

Substance abuse + Taking unnecessary risks

So the combinations won't be completely up to the player.

If I do add the option of 2 hobbies they will most likely not be completely up to the player as well, so the player could choose:

1 hobby = 1 healthy coping mechanism

A combination of hobbies = 2 hobbies = 2 healthy coping mechanisms

1 hobby + 1 unhealthy coping mechanism

1 hobby + 2 unhealthy coping mechanisms (combination)

I'm not sure if adding combinations is the way to go so I didn't mention 2 hobbies in the FAQ. If people want 2 hobbies, let me know.

Regarding the MC, I understand how you feel but things are set the way they are and will not be changed. Thank you for understanding!

#coe answers #konoi and noir

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bibbykins · 2 years ago

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Yo my love, how you doing? Moonlight reign has me on chokehold rn and I'm begging for more. I don't know if I can ask this because this might be treading the spoiler area but if I may ask, how soon we'll be seeing the rest of the boys getting obsessed with her? (no pressure tho) Also, I don't know if this has been asked but are the boys yandere for each other as well? Like what if Jungkook left them for the mc? Will they be unhinge? or idk, a normal breakup for what is normal for mafias? Oh, also will the moonlight mc be similar to bunny where she's lowkey yandere for her boys too? or will it be kind of "I have these boys who are dangerous and powerful and I don't really wanna be with them but they can go apeshit for me so I guess Imma stay" vibe?

Oh, also (lmao) if worst comes to worst, will the moonlight mc have the capability of killing or maybe harming jungkook? (imagine the angst tho) Another question (lmaoooo) this might be spoiler again so if you don't want to answer any of this, feel free. Can you give a little description of how unhinge each one of the boys (maybe in the near future for the mc?) Like who gets jealous easily? How do they get jealous? Who's going to be the shoot to kill just cause he got possessive? Or what will happen if (I'm talking when they're all obsessed with her) she just suddenly ghosted them (for fun I guess)?

Anyways, you've really one up yourself once again and I'm obsessed with every second of it. Hydrate yourself and have a great day! <3

Hiiii! Thank you so much for the sweet words and the questions ahhhh i love them!!

As for how long it'll be... I'll try to be as vague as I can but it won't be crazy long, but it also won't be all at once, you know. A medium burn, if you will.

The boys are yandere for each other lol. Jungkook's ideal life is MC joining the fray like yesterday. He would never leave them, but he was indeed dead serious when he said he would take his life if they killed MC. It's all or nothing for him. There is no breaking up for them, there's just time and space away and that's it. Their relationship is super out of whack and only open because they were basically broken up without breaking up. Physical connection with other people doesn't matter because they have their emotional connection no matter what. Naturally, MC is going to change all of that big time lol.

I'd say she would be kinda yandere for them yeah, similar to bunny she never experienced love like this, and she already finds Jungkook's attention addictive so they'll have the same effect on her. She's also never been protected before so she will want to return the favor. MC is sensitive but first and foremost she is extremely deadly so lol~

Also I would say nah MC doesn't have the stomach for harming Jungkook, but she likes to think she does. She likes to think she's just as cold and heartless as she was raised, but I think deep down she didn't run at first partially because she knew it would hurt her and Jungkook too much. I cannot stress enough how much he was all she had and I am just waiting for an excuse to write their flashbacks hehe

Also maybe a spoiler but its fun so I'll answer a lil under the cut: heed any and all yandere warnings, they're toxic and crazy and mafia au dudes so they kill. Also the descriptions only apply when they are fully in love with the MC, which not all of them are yet so keep that in mind.

MR fellas yandere types:

Jungkook:

-borderline delusional evidently lmao

-he loves with his whole being and is unapologetic about it

-obviously handles being ghosted extremely poorly, he lasted an afternoon basically before he went insane

-surprisingly the least jealous of them, but mostly because he's enough of a brat to divert attention back to him lmao

-will only kill if asked to or if there is a present threat

-how does it make you feel knowing he is the most sane? LMAO

Namjoon:

-stoic and uncaring on the outside but foaming at the mouth the moment she's out of sight basically

-has to know everything she is doing but is too emotionally stunted to just ask

-will send flowers or lunch and either not or forget to sign his name, yes he is embarrassed about it

-takes almost losing her to be less dumb about loving her ;)

-gets jealous only if someone touches her, is mostly okay with flirting because he knows she can't flirt back even if she wanted to rip no rizz MC

-is MC more fit to fight then he is? yes. Will he insist on being the one to fight her battles? absolutely lmao

-won't just kill someone right there he is a CEO he has a public image to protect

-cannot be ghosted he can control her bank account easy, his company owns it lmao

-he will make sure someone deals with it, and will make arrangments to personally do so if he feels so inclined (will melt if MC asks him to do literally anything)

Jin:

-this one is hard to elaborate on without spoilers so forgive my vagueness

-once in love, basically a puppy

-doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will take great joy in doing it for her

-surprisingly jealous, and will insist that she is touching his hand, waist, anything while they're out together

-super difficult to ghost for reasons yet to be shared

-touchstarved. I'll leave that there for now~

Yoongi:

-also hard to say much without spoiling too much

-where Namjoon won't ask for every detail, he will

-will get manic if she doesn't text him back and assume the worst

-more protective than he is jealous, but is willing to just shoot and kill right there if need be

-has more restraint outwardly, but he will take drastic measures to keep MC around

-ghosting him is not an option, he is everywhere, and he will remind her until she caves

Hoseok:

-okay crazy stalker with a smile, go off

-clingy with a capital C, he wants her to live in his pocket just like Jungkook does

-jealous in a way that she doesn't pick up on lol, it's the smile that throws her off

-doesn't prefer to kill, but certainly not scared to

-will pretend she's not ghosting him and will camp outside of her door like it's normal

-seems the most normal, is definitely not

Taehyung:

-most obviously the most jealous

-his first interaction with her is indication enough, and he was being nice to her (in his eyes) so I promise he is so much more mean, especially when it eventually comes to her

-extremely protective

-will kill someone to prove his devotion, unprompted

-puppy but feral puppy who bites his leash off

-if ghosted, will bang on her door until she lets him in, regardless of the time

Jimin:

-guard dog, full stop

-territorial and jealous, but eager to please

-his job is fighting, he loves to do so on her behalf, it's like its his peacock moment

-loves to get some idiots blood cleaned off of him by her, he's so gross lol

-handles being ghosted the best, by default

-lasts two days max before he's straight up punching through the door with a smile on his face like nothing's wrong

-you know how villains will have some cat wrapped around their neck that looks evil? that's jimin. he's that cat.

#ask #moonlight reign ask #yandere bts

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kats-comfort-corner · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Ch 85 Theory Post

Spoilers under the cut

*deep breath*

HE KNOWS

HE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME

I FUCKING KNEW IT

okay so i don't actually have any definitive proof or substantial evidence beyond this and almost 20 years of an obsession with this character's personality specifically

HOWEVER

Chapter 79

Key Points:

Shikamaru checks in immediately after seeing the weirdness and asks about what happened "when they were attacked by Boruto".

The translation might be a little weird here, 'cause I don't completely understand Eida's response - which is a shame because I think most of the analysis works better when you can grasp the nuance. Anyway, lol.

She starts off saying "Nothing really" - there's a pause where Kawaki tells her to tell Shikamaru that the Hokage's dead. So, jumping from, "Nothing, all good" to "oh shit actually the Hokage is dead, my bad" is maybe slightly suspicious.

Chapter 80

Key Points:

Eida says rather bluntly that the Hokage has been killed by Boruto, but she's under duress with Kawaki's hand to her throat, so maybe she's not sounding like she usually would. Just a guess.

"There's a very high possibility" is not the same as "The Hokage has definitely been killed". I don't think Shikamaru 100% believes Eida, but I do think the possibility is upsetting enough for him to act on it regardless.

Shikadai is actually the main reason I am fairly confident Shikamaru knows something is up because this kid sees all this weird shit that doesn't add up and you know he talks to his dad about it.

Shikadai sees Sasuke take off with Boruto and you think he's not going to go to his dad like, "hey what the fuck?"

They're Naras, y'all. Come on now.

Chapter 81

Key Points:

Shikamaru is the Hokage now, apparently.

Okay, that's actually a huge factor to consider as well because I don't think he would take that position if he didn't believe Naruto was still alive and able to take it back as soon as he was found. Shikamaru doesn't want to be Hokage, are you kidding me?

"The sanctions against Boruto were in accordance with regulations." "It's also the will of the Hidden Leaf's citizens." "No matter what I order, it won't convince them."

These are not comments that come from someone dead set on hunting down and punishing a criminal that murdered a political leader. This is the kind of thing you say when you're like, "listen, yes, but also bureaucracy is a bitch and I've gotta keep up appearances or someone else will actually hunt Boruto down and kill him".

He's less worried about the fact Sarada is trying to protect Boruto and more worried about how she's doing it. In my opinion. This is not a fact, I just wanted to point it out, lol.

Again, Shikadai hears Naruto's daughter, and who is currently perceived as being Kawaki's sister, say she wants to protect Boruto who supposedly killed her dad. She also said she feels like he's alive somewhere, and I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts that is something a lot of other folks, including Shikamaru, feel as well.

Shikamaru's reaction to when Boruto arrives pretty much solidified my belief that he knows something is up and he doesn't think Boruto killed Naruto, or at the very least that Naruto could still be alive and there's more going on with this whole situation, so he's not eager to jump the gun and kill a child. Which is more than I can say for some of our pol- nevermind ignore this

Shikamaru's reaction to hearing Code is there and attacking people: Orders an evacuation and tries to figure out why Code is attacking, immediately concerned about the safety of the villagers.

Shikamaru's reaction to hearing Boruto just showed up: Prioritize Code and the claw marks, but keep tabs on Boruto without suggesting any kind of attack or restraint or anything like that. He's not worried about Boruto. But he is wanting to gather more intel on the situation as a whole, which makes sense, all things considered.

Chapter 82

Key Notes:

Very intentional frame of Shikadai seeing Kawaki show up, Kawaki shouting for Himawari and Inojin to move out of the way so he can attack a claw thing, not worrying about their safety at all.

Himawari calls him "Big Bro" and Kawaki tells her not to call him that. Not very big brotherly. Again, Shikadai is there for this. Along with everyone else, so. You know, things are kind of weird. These are weird dynamics that are not matching up with their false memories.

Chapter 83

Key Points:

Shikamaru, again, wants Kawaki to focus on eliminating Code - who is an actual threat - and pretty much ignores Boruto because he's not a concern.

Focuses on getting rid of the claw things even after Code has run off, prioritizing keeping him away and protecting the villagers instead of "trying to bring a Hokage killer to justice" or whatever the fuck people are trying to do with Boruto.

Chapter 84

Key Notes:

What Shikamaru took away from Kawaki's breakdown of the situation was that Boruto only came to the village to deal with Code. Meaning that Boruto was never a threat to the village, and there's no reason to worry about him, but it also probably indicates that there is something worth doing more digging into to figure out what the fuck is going on with all of the discrepancies in his memory that I'm sure are pissing him off.

"It better not be someone in the sensory unit."

Kawaki doesn't trust Shikamaru, and probably not anyone else in Konoha. That's not a very "Naruto's son" kind of attitude to have. The fact Shikamaru doesn't seem phased by that distrust means he's either been dealing with it for three years already, has been suspicious of Kawaki this whole time, and more likely both of those things.

Also, what the fuck, that sounds threatening? Ino would kick Kawaki's ass. I'd love to see him try though, lol. No I wouldn't, don't do that please.

Weird tensions between Kawaki (supposedly Naruto's son) and Sarada (Sasuke's daughter). If it were a rivalry, that'd make sense. But the hostility between them? Nah, that don't track.

Sarada basically confirming that Boruto was after Code and most likely trying to find a way to save the people who have been turned into trees. A very "Naruto's son" kind of attitude.

Chapter 85

Key Notes:

BOY. IF AMADO KNOWS, SHIKAMARU HAS KNOWN THE WHOLE GOD DAMN TIME

His face is hidden and he's not surprised or saying anything because if he's been trying to figure this shit out without tipping anyone off WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU SAY

Especially if he doesn't want Eida to know that he knows, because jesus christ her powers are scary and he's probably not eager to have to add that into the mess of variables he's already tangling with.

In Summary

Main Points

Shikamaru has been suspicious of this shit since omnipotence went off and fucked with people's heads.

Shikadai has been privy to some strangeness around Himawari, Kawaki and Boruto at the same time, and I can't imagine that he hasn't asked his dad about it or something. So whatever Shikadai has seen, I assume Shikamaru is somewhat aware of or we'll see a scene where something Shikadai saw or something he says makes it all click into place when his dad hears about it.

Shikamaru's language and attitude around Boruto have been intentionally vague and avoidant. It's the "will of the village", following the system's rules, etc. etc.

Shikamaru's more concerned with Code as a threat than with tracking down Boruto, which conveniently gives him an excuse to not pursue Boruto and prioritize the safety of the village at the same time.

Amado knows? Then Shikamaru has known. No doubt. There was a whole ass chapter where Shikamaru outsmarted Amado. Narratively speaking, we've got a point of reference for why there's a parallel here with Amado talking about this out loud and getting to see Shikamaru's reaction - or in this case, lack thereof - to hearing it.

Conclusion

Shikamaru continues to be the coolest man alive. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, byyyeeee

#boruto #naruto #boruto spoilers #naruto spoilers #manga #breakdown #analysis #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #boruto 85 #i didn't mean to spend so much time on this #woops lol #not my fault he's interesting af #also even if he doesn't wanna be hokage he's still a good one #js #yall stop being rude to him is2g

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neutrallyobsessed · 17 days ago

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If you don't mind my asking, what is it about the enemies to lovers trope (Or people who barely tolerate each other, ala Ema and Klavier, becoming closer) that sets you off?

Well you see, enemies to lovers is not just a romance trope, but a supertrope composed of smaller tropes, character dynamics and such. all of them that I absolutely hate. like I can tolarate the individual tropes to an extent, depending on excecution and relevance to the plot/themes but I CANNOT and WILL NOT tolerate all those things at once!!

Because I avoid E2L as much as possible, I went places where its fans explain why they like it and as I read I was all the time like nope, I don't like this, don't like this at all so here's the list of me explaining why I don't like the tropes that compose this particular dynamic.

I hate that it's a long process slow burn. I dont have the patience, I read <5k words one shot smut fics primarily. If it's a show that ship teases protag/antag, then everything else better be fucking perfect or I'll drop it as soon as shit gets annoying. This usually doesn't happen (because I avoid shows with this trope and won't watch it if I know beforehand it'll have it), so it's just a matter of avoiding the fans which is no problem at all.

I don't like when characters that don't get along are forced to interact and it's treated as ship tease. The characters aren't having a "funny banter", they are mocking each other, at least that's how I see it. They are suffering with each others presence, they are making comments with the explicit purpose of hurting each other and I don't enjoy that.

Whatever romance "blooms" out of it just feels out of character, like the plot is forcing them togheter and it doesn't feel natural. Yes, even if it is well written and was meant to end like that since the thought appeared in the authors mind. You've presented them to me as enemies, nothing will change my mind.

I've read something about the sexual tension and it severely squicked me out. Sexual tension between characters that like each other? Beautiful, perfect, immaculate, my eyes and tits are paying attention. Sexual tension between characters that don't like each other? No, gross, ughhh, disgraceful, disgusting, despicable, I cover my eyes and my chest is now concave.

I hate character development and changing sides. I hate realizing of mistakes and humbling arrogants so much. but there is nothing that I despise the most than redemption arcs. No becoming good, only becoming bad here!!

Like I said, I can tolerate any of the previous points in small doses, if it's good for the plot and if it's not romance. Enemies to Lovers is all 5 points at once and meant to be romance.

I've read that see us at our worst and fall in love anyway phrase so much and it's always so funny. That's a FRIEND. a FRIEND will see you at your worst and love you anyway because that's what FRIENDS do. Nothing more frustrating than an enemy who doesn't take advantage of the protag's dire situation, yeah yeah something about honor, whatever, it's still frustrating as fuck yo!!!

I agree that love and hate are two sides of the same coin but guess what smartass, two sides of the same coin can never see each other. Love can be about protecting each other's back but it's also about meeting face to face and that can't happen between two sides of a same coin. Draw lines in front of the faces and keep them going, you'll never see them cross paths or becoming one. Good analogy for the Enemies to Lover appeal, good analogy for me to explain why I don't find it appealling

But what I truly dislike the most, what always drives me away from this trope is its past. When they finally become lovers, they'll look back to where it all began and they'll find nothing but fights, conflict, bickering, getting on each other's nerves, wishing them the worse... the very base of the relationship is hate, and no matter how good the rest of the foundations are, it will never erase that it all started with hate. Sooner or later the difference that kept them apart will rear their ugly heads again to create conflict and chaos. If they hated each other once, it'll happen again.

And I don't like break-ups either. If I wanna see incompatible people get togheter to waste their time with the wrong person and have the relationship crash and burn then I'll just go experience Real Life. My Imagination can cover my desire for characters perfect for each other getting and being togheter forever.

Yeah yeah, in the world of fiction one can also make an E2L that ends all cute and fluffy and conflict-less but refer above about the unplausibility of it all, that it doesn't change that it all started with hate, my anal attitude about canon compliancy and that if, let's say, Ema finds Klavier's personality annoying I'm not going to fucking change Klavier's personality to fit Ema or viceversa, I'll ship him Trucy instead, who doesn't find his personality annoying but charming and attractive! Because it makes fucking sense

There are very few things that can break my suspension of disbilief. The people who barely tolerate each other becoming closer thing is definitely one of them. I just cannot find any sense on the Whys or Hows would that happen :///

I get that the F2L pining can be grating but at least they enjoy each other's company, whatever they find annoying they either solve it or don't actually find it annoying at all, and it's all nice and chill, which is what I prefer. You know what's fucking grating?? Spending time with a person you don't like and/or find annoying goddammit

Now if you read all of this and thought something along the lines of "but that's what makes it good!" to that I say, yes but not exactly, because yes, those can be the elements that make a GOOD E2L, but it's not what it makes it a good trope in general, it's neutral, it makes it good TO YOU who likes it but NOT TO ME who doesn't like it! None of these tropes appeal to me, I will not argue further, do not interact to change my mind, you won't, let this be a safe space for E2L bashing and F2L praising...

Welp, that was upsetting to think about, time to think of a boy friend and a girl friend becoming boyfriend and girlfriend to be less upset

#ask #ship talk #trope talk #idk what else to tag :v #i dont want the e2l gang jumping me on this :/#also i hate cursing in english is so fucking repetitive and limited lol

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vampiiu · 2 years ago

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Joker x Male reader

TW // CW: Sex & spanking.

What to expect: MLM smut. The reader is a bottom. PWP. This Joker can be interpreted as any Joker. Leto, Fleck, etc.

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We sat in the cargo of the flight. Joker sat with his hand on his legs, disappointed he had to leave his home.

"You'll always have me, J." I whispered. Joker looked at him from across the aisle. "Of course I will." Joker replied with a smile. His heart was warm.

"I'm always going to be here for you," I concluded.

Joker leaned closer and smiled again. It was Joker's way of saying, 'I'll be there when you need me.' That was a promise. A promise Joker made every day. Every time we'd go into battle, or go to Arkham Asylum, and every time Joker got arrested, he never gave up hope that one day we'd get back together. Even if we were fighting alongside each other all the time, it was still hard to keep hope alive inside us, but we managed because we'll always have each other. No matter what happens, we're in this together, and no matter what comes our way, we're a team. There's not an ounce of weakness between us, and that means we'll win against any challenge. Joker is a man of his word, which means if he says he'll be there for me, then he is. He'll hold my hand through anything that comes our way, so long as I know he's going to be there beside me. And even if he isn't, I know I can count on him to come after me with a gun, just as he did before. I'm confident that he wouldn't ever let anyone hurt me...well, not anymore anyway. I've learned to rely on myself, and Joker's taught me how to trust him too, but I would still always have him by my side. I was a little shocked at the sudden declaration, but I knew exactly what he meant by it.

And now that we're out of Arkham, I can finally relax. I didn't feel the pressure of keeping up appearances, but there was a lot left undone. Like getting a place to live without Batman breathing down my neck. Or finding a job, and paying rent. And a whole list of stuff I hadn't gotten around to yet. But hey, I'm out now, so who cares? Joker has my back, so I don't really care about those things either. If it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't be standing here right now, looking out the window at the scenery. I would probably still be locked in Arkham with no friends or family.

I glanced over at Joker, wondering where his thoughts were. I wondered if he'd ever thought of leaving. I mean, he has money, and he doesn't really seem like the type to stick around. Hell, if it weren't for me he never would've gone to prison at all. I've been trying to tell him that for years. He hasn't listened, though. He won't listen. But maybe...maybe he should give himself a second chance, you know? Maybe he should find someone else to be there for him. Someone who doesn't want to kill him when they see the light shine through. Someone who actually cares about him. Maybe someone like me. My face fell a bit.

I turned away from the window, and started to wonder why I felt so bitter. Sure, Joker hasn't shown any interest in dating anyone recently, but I guess we were both busy saving the world, and life was kind of stressful. But it wasn't as though we'd ever be together, anyways. So why did I bother caring? I sighed. Yeah, that's right. It wasn't like there was any point in worrying about something that couldn't happen. I mean, sure, sometimes people might fall for each other, but what does that say about the person who they are?

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. The pilot cleared his throat. “We’re landing soon. Everyone ready?”

We both nodded. The pilot began to descend toward a massive building. It was huge, and beautiful, like most of the places I’ve seen before.

The plane landed, and the door opened up. I was the first off, followed quickly by Joker. I walked forward, and noticed that Joker wasn’t following along. Instead, he stood, staring straight ahead. The pilot came out of the cockpit. He must have been waiting for his cue to exit. I saw that he was wearing a white suit with red accents. I guess this was supposed to make me look tough? Or maybe he was just showing off his fancy clothes?

As I walked down the ramp, Joker continued staring off in front of him. I realized that he wasn’t looking at me.

"Hey, you comin'?" I asked.

Joker looked at me and grinned. "Yeah, I'm coming."

"Oh. Great," My voice dripped with sarcasm. I stepped down onto the grass, and began walking towards a black limo that was parked near the entrance. Joker was a few feet behind me. When we reached the car, we both climbed inside.

After a minute of sitting in the car, my hand starts to make its way towards Joker's. My heart speeds up. But, before I could, the driver said, "We've arrived, sirs."

Goddammit. He hit the gas and headed towards the mansion. After about five minutes of driving, the limo stopped in front of a large, elegant house. The driver opened the door, and I jumped out. I looked behind the car and waved to Joker. He followed shortly behind. Once we got inside, the driver took our coats, and escorted us to the library. It was a very nice looking room, with plush couches and chairs surrounding a coffee table that had a chess board set out upon it. At the center of the room, there was a roaring fireplace, casting an orange glow across everything. Our escort finally left the mansion, leaving the Joker and I all alone. Joker seemed a little surprised. I think I was more than a little excited.

I approached Joker slowly, smiling. "So..."

"So," he mimicked.

I took another step. I stood in front of him now. I looked at him, admiring him from head to toe. He was dressed nicely. The black suit, white dress shirt, and red tie. All of the elements of the outfit were very stylish, almost classy. I looked at his eyes, and his green eyes met mine. The look in them told me that he wanted me. Not just sexually, but romantically. I loved it. I liked being wanted by him. I loved knowing he cared about me. It made me happy. But, that feeling disappeared quickly. This feeling was replaced with the same anxiety I'd felt in Arkham. I felt a knot in my stomach. Joker took a step closer to me. I backed up, causing us to crash into the couch. He stared while leaning towards me, making sure I was aware of his intent. I stared back with nervousness. He reached out and held my chin between his thumb and index finger. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to prepare myself for whatever he was about to do.

He brought his mouth close to my ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby," He whispered seductively. My body stiffened as Joker kissed my cheek. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes. Joker moved his face away from me and stared directly into my eyes. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. This situation reminded me so much of the time we had sex on the rooftop. I tried to fight my blush away, but I failed. Joker smirked.

"I know what you want, baby. You wanna make love to me. You wanna feel my dick inside you again. Well," He paused. I swallowed hard again, and nodded my head slightly. "You're about to find out just what that feels like." I looked at him, confused.

Joker leaned closer, resting his hands on my waist. His breath tickled my skin, causing goosebumps to appear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he whispered before kissing my cheek again, "It'll take your breath away. I promise I won't stop until you beg for me to stop. Just remember that." Joker pulled away from me and grabbed my arm. "Let's go to bed, baby."

My mind was still spinning. Joker took me upstairs to our new bedroom and shut the door behind us. As soon as the door closed, Joker wasted no time in pulling my pants off, throwing them somewhere on the floor. I watched as Joker undressed himself, only to toss his jacket off next. He walked over to the bed, climbing into it, laying back. He beckoned me with his fingers. I crawled over to the edge of the bed, straddling him and leaning in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around my hips as I sat above him. He smiled and leaned up to grab my chest, slightly pinching my nipples before sucking on one of them. I gasped. I was getting hard already. He ran his tongue over my nipple before continuing to suck on it. I moaned loudly as I arched my back, grinding against Joker's crotch. I gripped his shoulders and pulled myself even further down, pushing my tits against him. Joker groaned, gripping my ass with his hands and harshly slapping it. I winced and yelped. Joker laughed lightly.

"Baby, you know you want this."

I nodded frantically. Of course I did. God, how I wanted to feel his dick buried deep within me again. I needed more of that sweet relief. Needed more of his cock. Wanted his touch.

"Then let me give it to you. Let me make it so good, baby. Please, baby. Give it to me!"

I hesitated, my breathing labored. What the hell am I doing? Joker looked at me, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me onto his lap and placing my wrist against his mouth. I whimpered softly as he placed his lips on my skin, licking gently. Oh my god, he was going to eat me alive. He sucked gently on my inner thigh, eliciting a moan from me. That only made him start moving faster against me.

Joker slid his hand from beneath me and pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbing lube from the bedside table. He opened the jar, and began pouring some of the oil onto his hand. I watched in amazement as he slowly stroked himself, then began pumping into his hand. He glanced up at me, his expression turning serious. Then, his eyes began drifting downwards.

His gaze traveled lower and lower, stopping right below my belly button. I felt my cheeks flush red. I bit my lip. He stared at me for a moment, as if waiting for me to say something. I gulped. "Hurry up."

He grinned. "Say please."

I rolled my eyes. "Please...please."

He stuck his lubricated fingers into my opening, earning a gasp from me.

"That's it, baby." He praised.

Suddenly, he slammed my backside onto his cock and I screamed.

"FUCK!" I cried, followed by a long string of whines and whimpers.

Only J can make me feel like this; so special and yet unimportant to him.

I hear him moan behind me as he ruts further into me. His hips crash into mine as we settle in at a steady rate. He laughs maniacally as he slams our two bodies together. Before I could warn him, the burning sensation in my core became all too much. I exploded all over our bed sheets, and he followed soon after; cumming inside me. Our finish consisted of dragged out moans and curses until he pulled out.

Leaning over me, he pulled me into a passionate kiss which told me everything was going to be okay. I fell asleep in his arms and drifted into a far away dreamland, meeting him there once again.

this wasn't proof-read :P

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2n2n · 11 months ago

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This chapter was crazy in my opinion. But what I would like to know is what do you think will happen in the next chapter? Obviously Hanako-kun won't be able to arrest Tsukasa like that, especially with handcuffs. So will Tsukasa hurt Hanako-kun to free himself? Or will Akane throw a tantrum and impulsively attack Tsukasa in the middle of the twins' conversation?I’d love to hear your theories 🤩

I don't imagine Akane would be eager to get Tsukasa's attention back on him... may be best to reconvene in some way with his own team lol... he should talk to Teru or something. I don't imagine he's very interested in whatever the hell Hanako/Tsukasa have going on .... (so funny for Akane to once again have to witness some little brother grief, he just had to deal with Kou & Teru fighting lol.... he must be so thankful to be an only child...)

Well, you'll have to bare with my delusions. I don't think anyone can make a very meaningful guess at 'what will happen next', Iro-sensei is so unpredictable ! We don't have any clues or hints, and there are a great many things that , COULD, happen, given EVERYTHING going on and ALL the powers at our disposal right now, on every side! ANYONE could take control of the table.

But ! I've most been fantasizing about Hanako finally saying "sigh... and I thought maybe, this time, you finally wanted to do something different. But it's the same as it ever is." and sending Tsukasa back into his boundary. He's been in his Tsueshiro this whole time... I would love his joudai to come swirl around Tsukasa, and poof him back into that paralytic prison, Tsukasa's body stuck lifeless in a coffin. Protected, 'saved'... still. Together, forever. The only way they can be together....

I have been long thinking that... everything going on, is allowed by Hanako. Has been his curiosity, his sad interest in Tsukasa's ambitions, impulses... how much has Tsukasa really 'lived', ever? Has he ever had a chance, as a ghost? Tsukasa managed to free himself from the boundary, all on his own-- maybe Hanako was surprised but, excited, by that. Tsukasa has things he wants to do? Games he wants to play? Maybe anything other than "eager to die" gave Amane a sense of wonder and hope. He's remained shockingly hands-off with Tsukasa. I like to think he's ALLOWED, EVERYTHING to transpire. "What does my brother really want?" ... but if the answer to that question is "my brother wants to leave me behind, AGAIN!!! my brother just wants to die for me, AGAIN!!!! my brother doesn't have his own dreams, AGAIN!!!! AND HE NEVER WILL!!!!" ... there's no point in Tsukasa being free.

I imagine it's always been... 'selfish'... to save Tsukasa, who doesn't ask to be saved, who only wants to give Amane possibilities. Maybe holding him eternally in his boundary is as selfish as it gets-- "stay here, so I can continue to look at you." <- not dissimilar to what Hanako almost did to Nene-chan with PP.

But Nene-chan just bonded with Tsukasa, Tsu even alluded to the notion of needing to escape prison on your own... without Hanako's help. I wonder how she would feel to see Tsukasa done away with! She just experienced Sumire, as well. She understands the ways a yorishiro is at the mercy of their boundary, their mystery. They kind of extremely do not have rights!!!! They are PROPERTY! They are OBJECTS.

And what reason would there be for Sakura or Natsuhiko to care what happens to Tsukasa, at this point? Being back in his boundary isn't inconvenient. They are at the point nothing matters except No. 7, soon, so ... maybe they could have anticipated the possibility of him being taken down again, in this way, and will simply work with Nene-chan, who might have an easier time peeling a seemingly still, dead body, anyway.

I would be really interested if yorishiro Tsukasa was simply 'gone' for the timebeing, and we only had the living 12 year old Tsukasa to contend with, via Nene-chan....

As you can see, it's complete delusion. Maybe none of this will happen haha. It's a kind of fanfiction, isn't it?

What else lol... I've thought of Tsukasa simply possessing Nene-chan in order to quickly peel the key, if everyone is suddenly opposing him. This would be such absolute misery for Hanako to observe and endure, and Nene-chan would get blasted with clock informations-- MAYBE JUST IN TIME FOR WHATEVER 12 YEAR OLD TSUKASA HAS TO SAY TO HER!

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lala3244 · 2 years ago

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I am not good with titles so another short story ... Well, of Duskwood obviously....

(Yes, I am bored...)

(Warnings: Some spoilers//Some consumption of alcohol// Some bad words?)

I decided to go another way... And it is after episode 10 as I can't seem to think of anything that could have happened during the other episodes...

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It is a few weeks after Hannah has been saved and we knew who the man without a face was. I kept in touch with the group, texting them often, especially Jessy. I kept myself busy after the incident of the mine. I started running. I hate it but the pain I feel when I run makes me forget about the betrayal and the fact I haven't heard from Jake since he told me I love you. There is a nice lake where I live, I run there alone. Always alone. I make a point to run every day even if it snows or rains. I hate it so much it makes me feel good, somehow.

So this morning, I drive myself to the lake. It's a nice morning, a bit cold but it doesn't matter, it makes the run even more painful especially at the beginning, it makes forgetting all my problems quicker. I don't know what's wrong with me, that's not how I usually deal with my feelings. It actually is the opposite, I stay home under my cover and I don't move for days... Maybe because I had worst in my life. I lost the love of my life a few years ago and part of me went with him. I guess I don't care as much as I should...

I run for an hour, punishing myself and pushing myself more than usual who knows why?

I come back home. I am welcomed by my cat, I don't know what I would have done without him. He is such a sweetie and so affectionate, my heart melts every time I look at him. I go up the stairs, followed by my cat, to my bathroom and take a shower. After that I get dressed and put my hair in a bun. I don't care what I look like, I won't get out of my house today anyway.

I grab my phone from my bedroom, I always leave my phone home when I run, and I see that I have a missed call and a text message

Good morning, this Alan Bloomgate, with Hannah still in jail, we still need your statement. When do you think you will be able to come over here?

Regard

Alan

I sigh. I have no idea if I wanted to go. I want to meet the group of friends but I am really nervous about that. Well, scared would be a better word. What if they don't like me? What if I make them uncomfortable with my awkwardness and my weird sense of humour? What if...?? I keep asking myself the same questions over and over again. I growl and shake my head to get these stupid questions out. I start typing a message to Alan but I don't really know what to say.

Good morning Alan, I am sorry but I don't think I will come to Duskwood any time soon.

Have a good day

I send the text and I wait. I don't have to wait for long 30 seconds later I have a new text message.

Thank you for your reply. If you can't come then I guess we can do that via video chat. Would that be an option for you? It will be recorded so we have some traces of your statement.

When I read the message, I am a bit surprised. I guess my deposition is really important. I think about it for a few seconds and I decide that it's not a bad idea.

Yes, a video chat will be ok then. I understand that it will be recorded, that is not a problem. Can you tell me when and what time? I am free anytime, any day. Just say the time and it's agreed

He answers quickly again. I guess he is not busy.

I can do this afternoon. 2pm. It gives me the time to set up everything.

I reply with a short answer and lock my phone. It is time to eat. As I don't like cooking I make myself some scrambled eggs and some toast, boring but sooooo good!

After eating, I wash the dishes up and go back upstairs to the bathroom. I look at myself. I don't look that tired for once but I need to do something about my hair. I styled my hair a bit and put on some light make up. I want to look presentable for the video call even though it doesn't really matter.

2pm arrives. I am not going to lie, I am a bit anxious. I wait impatiently with my phone in my hands, shaking. My phone rings, it startles me and I almost drop it. My heart constricts in my chest and my hands are sweating. I answer the call and I see a man in his mid thirties and quite attractive. He introduces himself. I am left speechless because I didn't think someone as young could be a police chief. He asks me to tell my full name and then different questions about Hannah and the others, how I came into contact with them... I hear him type on his computer while I talk. After an hour, he smiles. My heart skips a beat. He has a really nice smile, warm and comforting. I only saw a smile like that once in my life and I fell in love with it but now it was gone forever. My chest hurts me while I think about it. I smile back, shyly. But then I understand why he smiles at me. He asks me about the hacker and what I am willing to tell him about him. I frown as I tell him I don't know what he is talking about. I got good at lying about my feelings even though the anxiety is at its peak and I hope my face doesn't betray anything. He nods but this time, he isn't typing. He laughs, I can see he understands that there is no point in continuing this topic. I sigh quietly, relieved that I don't have to think about more lies on the spot. He bids me goodbye and tells me that he will let me know about Hannah. I thank him and hang up. It leaves me exhausted, I grab a blanket, wrap it around me and I lie down on my sofa. My cat comes over to me, rolls onto me and quickly falls asleep. I take him in my arms and follow him in dreamland.

A few weeks pass. The group keeps texting me which made me really glad. I am not prepared for them to stop texting me. I know, it's selfish but for the last few months, they are the air I needed to feel alive again. I still have no news from Jake. That is disappointing but I am telling myself that if Alan asked me questions about him it could mean that he hasn't been caught by the authorities. Talking about Alan, he sends me regular updates about the proceedings but the last few messages he would ask me questions. Nothing too intrusive like how was my day and what I was up to. I don't know why but I answer his questions. I quiz him too and he replies back happily. It becomes kind of our routine. Every day, he texts me a good morning and I answer, giggling. It was nice to have the attention of a man even if it was just friendly. A couple of weeks later, he tells me that he is going to be near my city for a conference in a couple of days and that he would like to have a coffee shop with me. I was stunned! I look at the message and read it ten times before snapping out of it. I laugh. I laugh because I don't know what to say. I guess it wouldn't hurt to say yes. I agree and tell him about a nice coffee that I used to go to a lifetime ago. Straightaway, I video call Jessy, she answers directly. I scream on the phone.

Me: JEEEEESSSSSSSYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Jessy: What? What? What? Tell me

Me: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Guess what?

Jessy: No you tell me! You are downright scaring me!

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Alan, YOUR police chief is coming near my city and he wants to have a coffee with me!

Jessy: WHAT?! How come?

Me: We've been talking the past few weeks, well since my interview.

Jessy: Mmh, excuSE-ME?! You didn't tell me?!

Me: I am sorry, I didn't think it was going to lead to that.

Jessy: Well don't make me wait! Tell me the tea!

I laugh and blush at the same time. I don't know if it's a date so I try not to speak about this that way. I explain the sweet messages I received for the past few weeks and how it became an everyday occurrence. She smiles but then the realisation hits her.

Jessy: But... What about Jake?

Me: Yes? What about him?

Jessy: Do you have any news?

Me: No, I would have told you already.

Jessy: Yeah, I guess so.... Do you.... Do you still love him?

Me: Actually, at the moment, I don't feel anything... I guess I never met him so it's easier to put my feelings aside. And with what happened with Richy, I don't know... It doesn't feel real. If I wasn't talking to you right now I think I would have convinced myself that I was hallucinating or that you were dreams that would occur every night. Also, I'm sorry I wasn't there for Richy's funerals...

Jessy: I know you are, you've told me multiple times already. And we understand don't worry about it.

We carry on tchatting till late at night. During the call, I receive a text from Alan telling me that he would love to go to that coffee shop and once he landed and he knew what his days will look like, he would text me the day and the time. I don't answer back, I want to stay focus on the young woman behind the screen who needs to talk, I can see she needs it. I am sure she is the one cheering everyone up. I sigh and smile at her. I wish I was there supporting her. We finally hang up. I read Alan's message again and a smile creeps up on my face. I reply back that I will wait for his text and that I was looking forward to it. He texts back with just a smiley and a good night.

I go to bed and fall asleep straightaway. I am being woken up really early by my cat. I forgot to leave him some food last night. He is hungry but I get to have some cuddles before getting up the best way to wake up! I go to feed him and to make myself some breakfast. I get myself ready for a run. I decide this time to run around town. It's quiet at that time of the day. I run for an hour and come back home. It's the same every day. I run, go home, take a shower and grab my phone but never at the same time though. I watched too many documentaries about stalkers and I try to change my routine as much as I can, especially since the phone calls from the MWAF. I sit down on my couch and I see a message from Alan, he is getting on the plane. He will be in the big city near me later in the morning. I wish him a safe flight and decide to watch TV. The day goes by with me lazing around the house.

I don't know why but I decide to go shopping. It's been a while and I want to wear something nice to see Alan even though I know it's not a date. I drive to the nearest mall, find a few shops to my liking and go inside. I try a couple of outfits in each shop. I find one I like, it's an orange dress with tiny flowers printed on it. I don't do flowers usually but as it's the beginning of summer I wanted something colourful. I pay and leave in my car. While driving, I receive a message, I read it through my car. It's Alan, he tells me he arrived a few hours ago and now knows his schedule. He is free tomorrow afternoon. I smile but I have to wait to arrive home before texting him back.

I park my car in the garage, grab my shopping bag and walk up to my house. I open the door and go straight to the bathroom and put my pjs on. Yes I know it's early! I quickly reply to Alan and tell him that it was okay for me. There is no answer for a while. I go to bed but I can't fall asleep. When I am almost asleep, I hear my phone vibrating. I sigh, but I look at the notification. Alan again with the time we will meet tomorrow. I send a thumb up, lock the phone and finally fall asleep.

I wake up early. I go out, I run, take a shower and get myself ready for this afternoon. I know it’s early but I am not one to wait patiently. I decide to go to the coffee shop early and I bring my laptop with me. I order my coffee and then I sit down at a free table. A couple of hours pass by and I am so engrossed in what I am doing that I don’t see the time. I feel a presence next to me and I look up, startled. I wasn’t expecting someone to be so close to me. The man smiles and sits down in front of me. I recognise that smile from the video chat. It was Alan. To have thought he was “quite attractive” was an understatement. I stare at him but start to blush. So as a distraction and a way to stop my blushing, I close my computer and put it in my bag. We still haven’t said a word yet. He has 2 cups in each hand and he gives me one. I look, it’s the same as what I took earlier. I finally talk and thank him for the coffee. He looks at me warmly and smiles back. It was enough to break the ice and we start talking. After a while, he gets serious, he looks straight into my eyes and I feel a bit uncomfortable.

Alan: I have something to tell you.

Me: Yes… Sure… I am listening…

Alan: Do you remember when I was in the mine and I found Hannah?

Me: Well, yeah obviously.

Alan: A few minutes after getting out, I received your messages that, I guess, I couldn’t receive inside the mine as there was no connection. It was also after I realised that the entrance was closed. I’ve read them and I saw that one of your texts said your friend was inside… So after leaving Hannah with someone from the FBI, I tried to find your friend.

Me: Mmmmh… Okay and?

Alan: And I found him.

He is still looking at me, all serious. I nod, I don’t really know what to say or to feel. I ask if he is ok. He starts to tell me what happened, how “my friend” was still alive and hiding under a bush. He got scared when he saw him. He explained to him that as I helped him find Hannah, he was going to help him for me and they found a subterfuge so they could bring him to Alan’s home. For the weeks following the incident, they started to make plans to free Jake. Alan doesn’t want to bore me with the details but he tells me that now it’s been a week since everything panned out and Jake was a free man. I stay silent, my eyes wander away while I digest what he just told me. Jake is alive and free but he didn’t attempt to contact me. I should be relieved and happy at the thought but my heart feels nothing but disappointment… I hear Alan clearing his throat and I look back at him. I try to hide my feelings but I can see I fail as Alan looks chagrined. I wonder why? Alan’s feelings just stay there for a second but I saw it. I smile awkwardly at him and he says that he has to go back. I nod and stand up to give him a hug, he smiles back and pulls away. I watch him leave, my mind racing through a thousand thoughts. He turns around when he is at the door and smiles when he sees me looking at him and waves his hand. Startled,I wave him back awkwardly.

I am still in my thoughts when I hear my phone ringing. I answer without looking at the ID caller.

Jessy: SOOOOOO! Tell me! How was it?!

Me: Hey Jessy! How you doing?

Jessy: I’m not calling about me! Tell me everything!

Me: It was nice. We talked.

Jessy: Mmmh… That’s it?

Me: Oh no! He told me that Jake is alive and a free man!

Jessy: I’m sorry what? What do you mean?

Me: He helped him avoid the FBI and to get his freedom back. I don’t know how… He didn’t tell me. Sorry Jessy but I don’t feel like talking more about it. I am going back home.

Jessy: Of course! I understand. Tell me when you are home.

I get back to my car and sit behind the wheel. I keep telling myself that he is alive and I have to be happy but really I was angry. Couldn’t he just have sent a message to say I am ok… ?! But then I think, maybe, he just doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. My heart feels crushed and tears start to fall on my cheeks. I cry silently at the realisation that he probably just used me and I am nothing to him. After a couple of minutes, I start driving and I am on my way home. By the time I am home, it’s time to eat so I cook some dinner and after eating I go to bed early. I can’t face the day anymore. Before going to bed though, I text Jessy to let her know I arrived home okay. I turn my phone off and fall asleep.

I wake up and I feel a lot better, I decide that I want to go to Duskwood. I want to meet my friends and I would like to see Alan again. I turn my phone on and I receive a couple of notifications. Jessy replied back telling me that she was happy that I was home and she was also sorry about Jake. The second one was from Alan. He said he was glad that we met up and hoped that we could do it again. He apologised for making me sad about Jake and he could see that I had feelings for him. He felt upset about that, which surprises me to read that. I didn’t know he has such strong feelings about me. I feel bad that I showed him what I felt. I reply back

Good morning Alan! I’m sorry for my late reply. I went to bed early last night and turned my phone off. Yes, I agree it was nice to see you and we might see each other sooner than you think ;). You don’t have to apologise, I am sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to. But I wanted to thank you for letting me know about him. Now I know that he got out fine and I won’t keep wondering what happened to him. I can move forward now.

I send the message and lock my phone. I get up and grab my laptop from my bag. I look at where Duskwood is on the map and see the easier way to travel there. I could ask Alan but I want to surprise him. I go on different airlines’ websites to compare the prices and I find a date in a couple of days from today. I don’t usually do stuff impulsively but today I feel like it and I book the ticket before I change my mind. I pay and receive the email confirming my reservation. I take a picture and send it to Jessy. Not even a minute later she calls me.

Jessy: What the…? Does that mean you’re coming to see me!?

Me: Yes Jessy! And I was hoping you could come and pick me up from the airport?

Jessy: You bet your sweet A I can come! YEEEEAAAAH! How long are you staying?

Me: I haven’t decided yet. I’ll see once I am there.

Jessy: Great! Are you gonna tell the others?

Me: Yes I will! Well, I have to go. I have to call someone to see if they could look after my cat.

Jessy: Ok! Talk to you later!

I hang up and I scroll to look for my ex sister-in-law. Even if her brother died, we kept in touch for the last two years. I call her and ask her if I can leave her my cat. She obviously says yes and I also ask if her boyfriend can drive me to the airport. Now everything is planned for the beginning of my trip.

I hang up with my sister-in-law after a few minutes of catching up. I text the group chat to let them know I am coming to Duskwood and they all reply that they can’t wait. They start making plans to meet up and what we can do. I am smiling, happy that they all want to see me. While I read their messages, my mind keeps wandering back to Jake. Am I going to see him? Do Hannah and Lilly know he is alive? Instead of writing to the group, I go to the chat I have with Lilly.

Hiya Lilly! How have you been doing? I have a question to ask you if you have a minute?

Heyyy!!! I am good now that I know you are visiting us! I am SOOOOOO looking forward to meeting you finally! Yes, ask away.

Alan told me that Jake is alive and free. Did you know?

Listen… Yes, I knew… I even met him a few times as he is still in Duskwood and actually living with Alan. I am sorry I haven’t told you but Jake asked me not to tell you.

He said what? Why?

I don’t know. I am guessing that he wants you to move on… But know that he asks about you every time I talk to him.

Is that supposed to make me feel better? I wish you would have told me when you first knew he was fine. I wouldn’t have tortured myself all those weeks.

I guess you are right. You had a right to know. I am really sorry.

We will talk more about it when I am there.

I go back to the group chat. I guess I don’t need to plan anything. All the days are already planned. I chuckle, glad that they were this enthused about my coming.

The next two days go by in a flash and I find myself in front of my sister in law’s flat with my luggage and my cat. I ring the bell and they let me in. I kiss and hug my cat. I am SO gonna miss him but I know he will be well taken care for with them. The boyfriend takes my luggage to his car and we drive to the airport. We arrive and I thank him profusely. They’ve been really nice to me. It warms my heart. I check in and board the plane. I am so excited to see them that the flight feels like it’s taking forever! We finally land, I grab my luggage and go towards the exit. I see Jessy, her back to me. I yell her name, in case it’s not her I don’t want to feel foolish. She turns around and when she realises it is me, she has the biggest smile I have ever seen. She runs to me and wraps her arms around me. She is crying and laughing at the same time. I drop my bag and put my arms around her waist and bring her closer to me. I guess I missed having some human contact. We stay like this for long minutes, tears streaming on our cheeks. I hear someone clearing their throat as if they didn’t want to disturb us but at the same time they would like us to notice them. I look up and I see Dan. I didn’t realise he was coming but I am overjoyed! I pull away from the red haired girl and hug the big man. He was more imposing than I thought and he hugs me back with a big smile and almost suffocates me. He finally lets me go and takes my baggage and we go towards Jessy’s car. We sit in the car and Jessy and Dan tell me the plan for today. I take my phone as I want to send a message to Alan but before I do I ask the two if I could invite someone to the bar tonight as they planned for us to gather at the Aurora. Phil will be working and he wants to meet me. They nod, looking at each other. I look at Jessy in the mirror and I can see she knows who I want to invite as her eyes sparkle with naughtiness. Dan looks at us confused as I smirk at Jessy. I look back at my phone and start writing.

Hello Alan! I wanted to know what you were doing tonight?

Since we last saw each other, we texted even more than before. I suppose he forgave me for my reaction at the coffee shop and still wanted to talk and see me which delighted me.

Hey, I was sad I didn’t hear from you today. I am not doing anything tonight. Why?

Yes sorry! I was busy (for once :D). Maybe you should go to the Aurora tonight. I’ve heard there was a surprise waiting for you.

Really? I wonder what it could be? I am intrigued now. What time should I be there?

Yes, be there at 7pm. Please come even if you don’t want to or change your mind. You won’t be disappointed I promise!

7pm It is!

I smile, pleased with myself. I tell Jessy that the person is coming which confuses Dan even more. I smile at him and tell him that their police chief is going to join us at the bar. His surprise is shown on his face and both Jessy and I start laughing. He starts to stutter and finally stops, recovering from his shock. He is cute being embarrassed like that! I start to tell him the story so he has time to recover from his initial surprise. He laughs at the situation.

Dan: Well, I am glad you are moving on and trying to forget about hackerman.

Me: Moving on isn’t the right term. I am mad at him. Did you guys know that he was still alive and still in Duskwood?

Jessy and Dan: No!

They look at each other and it looks like Dan makes a connection.

Dan: I think I know who he is. I saw a few times a strange man around the town. I’m guessing it’s him.

I shake my head and sigh. I lean back on my seat and I press my forehead on the window. I stop talking. Jessy and Dan sense that I don’t want to talk and keep the silence going. I thank them silently. The rest of the journey goes quickly and we finally arrive in front of Jessy’s flat. Dan grabs my suitcase from the trunk and we walk inside her apartment. I look inside and I see the rest of the group in front of me yelling “WELCOME”! I freeze, I wasn’t expecting to see all of them that early but I am so happy about that. Lilly breaks away from the group and she tightly hugs me. I would have never thought she was like that but I hug her back. Then all the others come and we do a group hug. It’s a nice way to say hello to everyone in one go. Everyone pulls away except Hannah who gets closer to hug me by herself. She whispers to me.

Hannah: Thank you for everything. I don’t know how to pay you back. You brought me back to my friends and family and you brought me my brother.

Me: Hannah. I didn’t do anything really.

Hannah: You did a lot more. You kept my friends together and sought help when it was needed. Thanks to you, to your courage you call Alan who came and saved us.

Me: Oh Hannah…

My voice breaks and the tears start falling. I tighten my grip and then I pull away. I don’t want to cry. It’s supposed to be a joyful celebration not a sad one. I am about to grab my luggage when Thomas comes over and take it from my hand. I follow him to the bedroom.

Thomas: I wanted to tell you… that… I am sorry that I wanted you to go to the mine. One, I didn’t realise how far you were from here and two, you did enough for us and to ask you to risk your life was selfish of me. Also, I thank you for bringing back my Hannah.

Me: I accept your apologies Thomas. I understand your reaction. Who knows how I would react if I were in your situation. And no need to thank me, I am glad that you and Hannah are ok.

Thomas: Yes, we talked. It took some time but I think we are getting there.

I give him a friendly hug and we go back to the others. Cleo made a couple of cakes which are really delicious. They stay a couple of hours and then they go back home. I help Jessy with the cleaning. She puts some music on and she starts singing and dancing. I follow her and for a few minutes we are two children having fun. We finish the cleaning while still singing and dancing and we start to get ready to go to the bar. I have brought a simple black dress, nothing too fancy or sexy but nice enough when you go out. I put on some heels and do my makeup quickly, a bit of concealer, some blush and a red lipstick. Jessy finishes before me and looks at me with wide eyes. I stop, unsure at her reaction and I ask her quietly what’s wrong. She stands there for a few seconds before regaining her senses.

Jessy: I thought you were pretty without makeup on and with your casual outfit but DAMMMN it’s incredible how a bit of makeup and lipstick can do to you!

I blush at her compliment. I wasn’t expecting her to say that like that. Embarrassed, I thank her and tell her we should go. She smiles cheekily, takes her keys and we leave her flat. We arrive before 7pm. The bar wasn’t too busy which was nice. We walk towards the counter where Phil is standing and talking with a client. He looks at us, a frown on his face perhaps wondering who’s the stranger with his sister. I see in his eyes that he recognises me and smiles. He walks over to us and grabs me in his arms. I wrap my arms around him. Jessy sighs, annoyed at the display of affection from his brother and pushes him off of me. The door then opens and I see Alan. He seems confused and barely recognises me. I guess that little makeup does change my face a lot… But then he gasps and walks towards me with a big smile.

Alan: So? You were the surprise?

Me: Yes I am!

His smile gets wider and he closes the distance between us and embraces me, happy with his surprise. I feel great with his reaction. It’s exactly what I wanted. I hear Phil asking what we wanted to drink and we order. We sit at a big table able to accommodate all of us. We talk while the others join us. I can see they are surprised to see their police chief sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders but they don’t say anything. They just keep glancing at us. I can feel him being tense. After all, he had to interview all of them a few weeks ago and he hasn’t talked to them since then. They can’t really see him as a friend. I look at him and smile while I put my hand on his leg to comfort him. He looks down at my hand then at me and he relaxes a bit. It’s a good thing Jessy is sitting next to me, she is great at making everyone comfortable and with a couple of more drinks everyone seems more relaxed with Alan’s presence. The bar gets busier and Phil doesn’t have time to talk with us. I am talking with Jessy when I feel Alan tensing up next to me so I look at him and see he is looking at the door. I can hear him whisper “The hell is he doing here?” and then I hear Lilly and Hannah scream “ JAKE!”. I look up and see a tall man with black hair and I see the two siblings stand up and run to him. They both hug their brother which he happily gives back. They take his hands and bring him to the table. Lilly starts the introduction and when it comes to me, he looks straight into my eyes then he glances at Alan who is close to me by now. He frowns and nods his head to me. I say a small “Hello”. I didn’t expect to see him tonight, I am breathless because I now see what he looks like and OMFG! He is even more handsome than I imagined. Before Lilly can introduce Alan, the latter stands up and asks Jake to follow him. I follow them with my eyes, wondering what is happening. Lilly and Hannah come sit next to me.

Hannah: Hey, since when Jake and Alan know each other?

Me: You don’t know?

Lilly: No, What’s happening?

Me: Jake didn’t tell you anything?

Hannah&Lilly: NO!

Me: Alan helped Jake avoid the FBI back at the mine but I don’t think it’s my place to say what happened.

Hannah: He really pisses me off keeping secrets and asking other people to keep secrets from each other. I know Lilly told you what he asked of us and now he keeps secrets from us. Did you know we don’t know where he lives?!

Me: I think at Alan’s.

Hannah&Lilly: WHAT?!

Lilly: you’re joking, right?

I laugh at the incredulity of the two sisters and I shake my head to say no. They frown really unhappy with their brother. When the two men come back, the two girls stand up and ambush their brother and start yelling at him. He shushes them and tells them to follow him outside. I am still laughing from earlier and laugh even louder at the situation. Alan sits down next to me with a questioning look in his eyes. I try to calm down, I know there is nothing funny in this situation for other people but I can’t help it. I calm down and explain to him what happened. He chuckles and agrees with me that it is funny. We carry on talking and then I can’t take it anymore.

Me: Why were you upset that he came?

He shuffles on his seat, uncomfortable, and stays silent for a few seconds. Before he can speak the three siblings come back to the table. They all look angry. Lilly comes to sit by us, Hannah back to Thomas and Jake stands there then he leaves to go to the bar. Lilly starts ranting about her brother and his “mysterious ways”. I smile because that's what I said to her when, a few weeks ago, we had to work together to follow Jake’s puzzles. I see a smile quickly pass on her lips when she sees mine but it is gone as soon as it arrives as she is still mad at him.

Me: You know Lilly, I don’t think you can really change that quickly. He spent 4 years by himself and I think for him to share anything about him to his sisters is something quite difficult. He isn’t used to people caring about him. You should give him some time and maybe help him get used to it instead of yelling at him in the middle of a bar.

Lilly looks at me dumbfounded, and realises the sense of my words. She doesn’t say anything but she stands up and goes to her brother, probably to apologise about their behaviour. I turn to Alan.

Me: So? What were you going to say?

Alan: Do you still love him?

Me:Why?

Alan: You know him well and know exactly how he feels because after a few weeks living with him I saw that he doesn’t know how to get his feelings out properly and if you are not careful, you can get the wrong idea about what he is saying.

Me: I don’t think I love him but yes I guess I still have some feelings for him and even though we never saw each other face to face, I can read him easily.

Alan: Ok… Thank you for your honesty. He told me he wasn’t going to come tonight even if his sisters asked him to come because he knew you were going to be there and apparently he didn’t want to see you.

Me: WOW! Ok… Then what changed his mind?

Alan: That you were going to be here…

Me: But you just said…

Alan: Yes, I know but that’s what he told me. I know he still loves you. He denies it when I ask but he always finds a way to talk about you and when I told him I was going to meet you, he was so jealous he didn’t speak to me till I came back from my trip. I didn’t even have time to close the door that he asked me how our date was, etc… If you ask him he will deny everything calmly but I could see in his eyes that he couldn’t contain the excitement that one of us met you.

Me: Mmh I have a hard time believing you. If that were true why hasn’t he texted me? Not even once?

Alan: I think that’s something you two should talk about… if that’s what you need…

Me: Maybe. Well… I don’t think it matters anyway. He made his choice when he decided to stop talking to me.

Alan: I am not going to defend him to you.

He smiles sadly at me. I don’t really understand why, but I want to comfort him so I put my head on his shoulder. He tenses a bit but then he puts his arm around my shoulders and brings me closer to him. We stay like that for a few minutes. I close my eyes and think about what he just told me but I stop quickly because it just confuses me even more. So instead, I just enjoy the moment and I feel the warmth emanating from his body and his smell. I hear someone sitting down next to us and I open my eyes. It’s Jake. I see him staring at us, a flash of anger and jealousy passes but is gone right away. I don’t move, neither does Alan and Jake starts talking to Alan. I finally move from the police officer and finish my drink. I look for Jessy and I stand up to join her. She is at the bar. She looks at me, smiling and tells me to come over. We do a couple of shots and I go back to my seat with a drink in my hand. The two men are still talking but they are both staring at me. I falter in my walk as they are both staring so intensely that I get a bit embarrassed being scrutinised like that but thanks to the shots I recover and walk more confidently towards the two while smiling.

Me: Am I that beautiful that I get the two of you staring at me like that?

They are both shocked by my joke. I sit next to Alan still smiling, he gets closer to me and whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck which sends a shiver in my spine

Alan: Why, yes you are.

I blush as it was a joke. I didn't expect an answer. I look inadvertently at Jake and his eyes are icy and I see his jaw working. All his body is tense and I’m afraid that he is going to pounce on Alan. Fortunately, Hannah is watching and sits next to her brother. He reluctantly turns away to her and they start a discussion. Jessy comes back and we three start a conversation. We talk until the bar closes. We all start to stand up. Some of us are a bit wobbly after drinking and sitting down for so long. Alan holds his hand out to me so I can get up and I take it happily. We walk towards the exit still holding hands and Jessy holding my other arm. We say our goodbye to the group and Alan walks with us to Jessy’s apartment. Jessy enters her flat first but before she turns around, looks at me, smiles and then says good night to Alan.

Alan releases my hand and turns his whole body towards me. I can hear my heart beating furiously in my ear. He looks down at me and smiles. I turn as well and look up. My heart skips a bit as I see a multitude of emotions in his eyes. I bit my lip unconsciously and he closes the gap between us. With one hand, he grabs my hip, with the other, he grabs the back of my neck and he kisses me. I feel myself tensing up but I relax immediately and kiss him back. I throw my arms around his waist to bring him closer and the kiss deepens. A phone rings and we both pull away. It is his phone, he takes a big inhalation so he can breathe normally before answering his phone. He answers and he brings me close to him with his free hand. I comply and I lay my head on his chest. I listen to his voice vibrating through his chest. He hangs up and tells me he has to go. I nod and I start going up the stairs. He grabs my wrist and kisses me again. We pull away again but we have a hard time to leave each other and finally he lets go of my wrist. I smile and I wish him a good night. I walk up the stairs and enter Jessy’s flat.

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THE END

I would like to write a part 2 (I already know where this is going) where we see a lot more of Jake. But I would like to have your opinion on it if you want it or not?

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