#and dear fucking god the absolute terror of going into a place you've never seen before

[nightssideblogofshame]

This game is so bad to play, i now need to figure out how to speedrun what took me 8hrs to figure out so the guy survives, but also no other game has stuck in my mind like this one

I was fucking scooping ice cream at my job and im sitting there like: ok, so maybe if i skip that hallway, but that hallway has all the equipment coin tosses, but if i snag a detour to the armory room and get lucky on tosses-

This game is haunting me and i am, against my will, highly engaged

[aesopsbaby]

may i requests hcs for yandere dottore with his s/o trying to escape him ? :) thx in advance

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Il Dottore

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You should've known that he will always catch you,no matter where you ran nor where you hid.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Dottore,,,,our beloved.. ANYWAYS,this might be badly written as I feel that I didn't portray his character correctly...<\3 Dottore might be ooc

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Kidnapping,use of profanity,non-con touching, reader is kinda idiotic and sort of weak-,Manipulation/gaslighting,degrading

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 🌹Cat and Mouse

Surprisingly,Dottore wouldn't be pissed off about it. Nor would he be annoyed/irritated AT FIRST. To be frank,he would find it amusing,seeing you scatter around,tiptoeing towards the door thinking you're so close to freedom,thinking you're oh so smart!

Oh he absolutely adores the expression you wear when he creeps up behind you,bending down to whisper a soft "Boo" next to your ear. Seeing that look of terror and hopelessness just riles him up.

Back to the topic of him not getting irritated by this behaviour,,,, If you weren't his soulmate,and if he didn't love you so much,you would've been dead within seconds. However,Dottore has a soft spot for his darling and he genuinely thinks it's cute that you think you have a chance at escaping.

Your little stunts keep him so entertained. But,we are talking about Dottore here,he's incredibly intelligent so he would've predicted your every move and every escape route.

Although he finds it endearing,Dottore's patience runs on a thin line. He may love you oh so much but your constant hope for freedom would definitely make him a little bit pissed off. He's a really busy man and he needs to focus on his experiments,he can't keep babying you and preventing you from leaving!

You should be thankful for even being kept alive this long so why were you being such a brat! Dottore is frustrated sometimes with your behaviour,but it's usually when he's running on a tight schedule.

We know Dottore is a perfectionist as seen that he doesn't favor repeated mistakes. Dottore would keep a small note and count how many times you have tried to escape. And when he's finally had it,he would grip your chin roughly,forcing your gaze to meet his as he has a menacing smile.

"Oh darling oh..how much of a fucking MORON can you be??"

"22 times. 22 god damn times that you've tried escaping within just this week."

"Honestly Love, this is getting pathetic by the moment."

He would let out a raspy laughter when he sees you wincing from the pain from his harsh grip on your cheeks. He will roughly pull you towards his face,his fingers gradually pressing into your jaw to cause you even more pain.

"What's this? Where did all your fight go? Huh?"

"Come on,don't tell me you're gonna cry just from this!"

"I've told you a thousand times,my dear,just how dangerous it is out there."

"God. How pathetic. You can't even handle something as small as this,what makes you think you'll be able to survive in the outside world?? I'm keeping you safe,so stop being so ungrateful."

It always makes him want to laugh whenever he sees that look of fear in your eyes and the tears clouding your vision as you fight to force those pesky tears to stay in.

Dottore would surprisingly never get tired of you nor your behaviour. Although he sometimes gets pissed off but that's because he was busy! He could never get tired of you.

However,if you persist with this attitude,Dottore will genuinely feel a little bit hurt. However, he doesn't show it,nor does he want to admit to it because he thinks of it as a vulnerability.

Dottore,although adores you,he wouldn't hesitate to punish you. He has multiple techniques but I won't elaborate on them so much here,,,

Isolation,with no human interaction and only minimum food supply(Probably one meal a day)

Tying each of your limbs to each ends of the bed and leaving you there with no food/water/human contact.

Forcing a shock collar onto your neck to keep you in place.

Threatening you(Probably to be his next test subject)

He wants you to come to him for forgiveness after all your escape attempts. He adores the look of embarrassment on your face as you're forced onto your knees as you beg for him to forgive you. The apologies that spew from your lips are like sweet, sweet honey to his ears.

Dottore would definitely be really smug when you have the shock collar on. He would have a small smirk tugging on his lips as he sees you tense up and back away from the door when he presses the button on the controller.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going,love?"

Dottore absolutely enjoys tormenting you whenever you tried to escape. He would wave the controller infront of your face while he has a huge smile on his face. He would also probably force you to beg for him not to press the button.

Dottore has a huge ego,all this begging just fuels into his ego even more-

Anyways,,,,Dottore would actually feel hurt from seeing how desperate you're trying to escape. He doesn't show it,but when he's alone,he will sigh and just think about what he's done for you to have so much fear towards him.

Dottore would try to be more affectionate with you. Keyword:TRY. It's more of him forcing you onto his lap as he's doing his paperwork. Don't even try moving,Dottore would grumble and probably insult you for moving-

Dottore would drag you around to just force you into his hold. He would hold you "affectionately" against your will.

Hes still soft for you though- Even though it's horribly hard to tell,Dottore just really wants to love you and for you to love him as well :((

[billhaderlovebot]

beep beep (4) - richie tozier

some sexy stuff, swearing, angst, the usual. i don't know how many more parts there are going to be but if 5 is the last one then prepare for a Big Boy™

@ceruleanrainblues @the-star-above-you @a-second-hand-sorrow @shockwavee

----

the divorce was messy. timothy took pretty much everything on the grounds that you had run off with another man (which you thought was pretty fair) and he also had slandered your name in front of your whole family in court, which was actually quite petty of him. richie almost murdered him, that day, and had to keep his hand in yours so that he wouldn't get up and break timothy's nose again right in front of his big-shot lawyer.

your family, it was safe to say, did not approve of richie, because timothy was always such a nice boy, and you've made a terrible mistake, dear. the only one who ever did like richie was your grandmother, and she was long gone, bless her cotton socks.

so, yeah, you'd run off with richie.

yeah, you'd escaped from an unhappy marriage in which you never felt loved to be with someone who looked at you like you hung the fucking moon.

okay, granted, you did sleep with richie that night, which wasn't entirely moral, considering you were married to another man, but, yknow, timothy hadn't gone anywhere near you in months and months, and richie was just so good at the sex thing.

also, you loved him. so much.

leaving you with barely enough money to pay your hospital bills sucked. you weren't even sure how timothy was able to do that legally.

but it was alright. you took your stuff and moved into richie's penthouse apartment in malibu almost as soon as you'd been discharged from the hospital. he had made enough money over the first half of his trash-mouth tour to support the both of you for the time being, and he cancelled the reno dates, and all the dates for the foreseeable, because all he wanted to do was be around you and the rest of the losers.

your books and mugs and weird stuff that you'd hoarded over the years slowly spread themselves around richie's apartment, and it made him so happy because it was so utterly domestic.

whenever he saw your shoes in the hallway or your toothbrush in the weird ceramic holder with a bee on it that bev had bought him, he grinned like a stupid, lovestruck idiot, because he was a stupid, lovestruck idiot.

eddie came over a lot, regularly crashing in the spare bedroom because he, too was going through a divorce, and myra kaspbrak was quite a bit more intimidating than timothy. so, that became eddie's room while he was looking for his own apartment.

and you were so fucking happy.

the piece of string that had been serving as your engagement ring after richie proposing on a whim was a constant reminder of how loved you were, and you tied a matching one around his finger, because you didn't feel it was fair that he got to do the whole cute proposal thing.

it had been six months since derry. since the sewers, since defeating IT for the final time. since reuniting with your soulmate. you were sure that life couldn't get better.

eventually, you'd gotten an actual ring.

richie had given it to you on a whim, as usual, opening the little ring box in your direction while you were both surrounded by chinese food, the fourth consecutive episode of snapped playing in the background.

you had choked on your wok-fried garlic and soy broccoli, and he'd thumped your back so you wouldn't almost die, again, which hurt your recovering shoulder, and then he had panicked, and you were crying and laughing and choking all at the same time.

point is, he had given you a ring.

it was a thin, gold band with three little diamonds set into the middle, and you had immediately fallen in love with it.

you hadn't, however, wanted to take off the piece of string, so you wore it on the same finger as the proper engagement ring. richie was relieved because he also hadn't wanted to take the string off.

that night, after some really really great celebration sex, (albeit a little careful, as you sometimes got sharp pains up and down your ribs if you exerted yourself too much) richie bared his soul to you.

he told you everything.

and he cried, and he trembled because he was so scared of ending things with you before they had even begun.

it was the first time he had ever said it out loud.

"i'm bisexual."

and he had let out a breath, then. a breath that he had been holding in for almost three decades.

"oh, richie." and you held him to you without a second thought.

you had always known, somehow.

you'd known, for the same reason one knows the sun has risen. because you had eyes.

you'd seen how richie had always gravitated towards eddie, always grabbing onto him in moments of distress, the soft looks richie would give him when he didn't have time to put up his walls. you knew, and you loved him all the same. of course you did.

you didn't tell him, however, that you had known.

because this moment was so important. the moment where he finally had control over his life and his identity and he was spilling his heart out to you. you would not take that away from him.

this was his time. his moment. his life.

he told you about eddie, and the arcade, and the kissing bridge, and how he'd always, always pushed it down but now it was only the two of you, and if he was to marry you, he wanted everything out in the open.

and god damn you if you let him keep hating himself.

"richie, thankyou for telling me. im so happy that you... that you felt you could talk about it. and to me."

"so... you're not..."

"angry? no. honey, this is who you are. what kind of partner would i be if i didn't love you for who you are? you're perfect, richie."

he cried again, and you let him, because he fucking needed it.

----

richie's nightmares were bad.

really, really fucking bad.

he didn't have them as much as beverly said she had, because, while he had been caught in the deadlights, It was dead and couldn't push into his mind any further. he often couldn't remember what they were about, only that he woke up so scared he would cry. the deadlight-induced terrors came and went, but they always caught both of you off guard.

when it first happened, you were more than a little bit confused, because richie was not a restless sleeper.

you woke to quiet whimpers coming from the man sleeping beside you as he writhed under the bedlinen.

in your sleep-addled haze, it took you a minute to understand what was happening, wiping the sleep from your eyes and adjusting to the darkness.

what, moments ago, was little more than disturbed whimpers, was now loud, heart-fucking-wrenching sobs, the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment.

his body shook next to yours and you were beginning to panic, reaching for him.

"richie? baby, wake up." you shook him lightly, noting the sweat practically dripping from him, and his face, scrunched in fear. he whined lowly, jerking in the bed, but he did not wake. you hadn't been faced with such a situation before, especially not with him, so this was touch and go.

this had never happened before and you were absolutely shitting bricks.

you shook him again, and he jolted awake, crying out as he sat up with a start.

"richie?"

his eyes snapped open, searching wildly around the room for something that wasn't there.

the only light came from the moon and city lights outside your house. sobs of pain overtook him, great, heaving breaths, and then the man you were in love with was crying his fucking eyes out in front of you; fisting his hands in his sweat-soaked hair as his whole body shuddered.

they were tremors he had no control over, the aftershocks of the nightmare taking control of him.

it broke your heart. your face softened as you reached for him again.

god, he held on to you so tight that you almost started crying yourself.

"eddie..." he choked. "ben didn't warn him in time. and i-i-i couldn't... fuck-"

"eddie is at home." you murmured, pressing your lips to his sweat-slick forehead "a ten minute drive. he just moved in. we can go up to see him tomorrow, if you want."

"It's... It's in my head." richie sobbed. the front of your shirt was soaked through with tears. "It's still in my head."

"It's dead, richie."

"so why can i still feel it?"

and you didn't know what to tell him.

---

your first fight, needless to say, sucked.

you didn't even remember what you were fighting about, only that you screamed at each other a lot, and there were tears, and it ended with richie, head in his hands, asking you to leave him alone for a minute in a voice so uncharacteristically calm that it scared you. and so you left for the bedroom, shutting the door, your head swimming and chest burning from the sobs you'd been caging in there.

you knew, realistically, that this was just one fight, and you'd be back to normal within the hour, but this was the first fight you'd had since you were kids, and god only knows how hot headed you'd gotten in the 27 years since then. both of you.

and you hated yourself for letting it get this far and making him not want to be around you.

it was times like this, when richie's nightmares were at their worst and you woke up every night like fucking clockwork to make sure he was real and still there and still breathing, and eddie came round constantly because he couldn't stand being alone in a new place, it was times like this that you needed to be close. so while it was just a dumb fight, you allowed yourself to cry.

richie clicked open the door about half an hour later, shuffling into the room. his eyes were red and he was probably shaking a little bit, you thought.

"im sorry." his voice came out small, and you sat up from the bed immediately.

"no, im sorry, rich. i was overreacting and it was fucking stupid and we need to just-"

and richie all but staggered forwards, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you, hard. you gasped, and he used the opportunity to gain access to the inside of your mouth. cheeky bastard.

you both had been crying for a while, so the kiss was rather wet, but you overlooked it on account of the fact that his hand was not-so-discreetly sliding up your shirt and fumbling at your bra clasp. as suave as he liked to think he was, his bra skills needed work. he eventually did it, and seemed more than a little bit proud of himself, muttering a triumphant: "fuck yeah."

you tugged richie's bottom lip between your teeth and he fucking groaned. and that noise coming from his mouth was so fucking hot that your knees almost buckled.

you made a mental note to do the sex thing really really well tonight, because the sex thing was definitely happening and it had been a bad night for the both of you and you fucking needed him, right the fuck now.

it wasn't long before you ended up underneath him, and he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, and you were breathing hard and you honestly thought that if he didn't get the fuck on with it you'd probably die right there.

"rich- ahh- richie?"

"yes, baby?"

god, how the fuck was he so smug all the time?

"i think you should- fuck, oh my god- probably get on with things right the the fuck now, or i'll have to... i'll-" you curled your fingers into his hair, your nails scratching across his scalp.

"or?" he hummed, continuing his ministrations everywhere except where you wanted them.

"i'll have to, mmmh, hurt you, actually." you whispered, breathless. you were unable to form a solid argument, what with richie fucking tozier being so sexy and all, teasing the shit out of you.

"you will?" richie put a hand on each of your legs and spread them further apart, his lips relentless, sucking and biting your sensitive flesh. this man was going to fucking kill you, god.

"yeah, yeah, i'll- ahh- bite your fucking face off, or something-"

and then he was between your thighs, right fucking there, so he never did find out what that something actually was, because whatever came out of your mouth after that wasn't decipherable.

---

"we shouldn't fight." richie murmured, as if he was afraid of being too loud in case he broke the moment.

you traced gentle patterns on his chest with your fingertips.

"i know." you said, equally as cautious.

"but i don't even remember what we were fighting about, and we just had several rounds of the apology." he laughed quietly, kissing your bare shoulder.

smirking at the hickeys on your collarbone, he pressed a kiss there, too, admiring his handiwork.

"i love you, fuck face." you yawned, your eyes fluttering shut.

"yeah, and i love you, dickweed."

richie stared fondly at the piece of string around his ring finger. you would be alright. after all, your wedding was coming up.

he had no nightmares that night.