#hes trying to change his family trust fyi

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Get fucked Rupert Murdoch. I hope you die before you can appeal changing your family trust and your empire gets torn to shreds between your kids

[diejager]

A Fantasy

Pairing: YANDERE Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Cw: NSFW, DARK, non-con, dub-con, non-con drugging, somnophilia, creampie, possessiveness, obsessiveness, breeding, marking, blood, biting, Stockholm syndrome, tell me if I missed any.

Wc: 9.8k

(A/N): FYI, Tracer’s (Overwatch 2) the reader’s mentor.

Requested by : @oyasumimosura

What stood before you was a great field of devastation and ruin, burned and broken buildings that used to be warm homes, lively parks that were turned to ashes, trees and plants laid wasted around dilapidated cars with broken windows and bent metal. People, young and old, laid motionless on the scarred ground, burnt black or left intact in a pool of their blood. Some were holding hands, a family, friends, a couple. Others were alone, forgotten, and left to their sad deaths.

One minute you were rushing through a portal, behind your mentor and besides your teammates, the Cavalry, as she liked to say. Rushing through fights to protect humanity and omnics and its future. The mission was like the one yesterday, the preparation, the meeting, the briefing, and the deployment, but the fate of it changed. A portal malfunctioned, it sent you elsewhere, far away and lost. This wasn't your world, this wasn't your universe, but now, you were in someone else's universe, playing their game.

The clock had struck and time felt meaningless on the battlefield, the sounds of beating aircraft blades, the booming shot of guns and the shockwaves of grenades were all people could hear. Soldiers were the only ones left, fighting against the other side - the enemy, the traitors, the terrorists - until one came out victorious.

While purposeful, the deaths and ruin of this Occidental village were regretful, families shattered, memories lost, and homes destroyed. All you could do was run around, trying to find the source of those cries you heard. A little girl's, whose tears welled for the mother she lost in the tirade of war.

The longer you ran, the closer you got to her. The girl's purple shirt and jeans were dirtied with soot and ash, dark from what was left of her village. You blinked, fazing through time and space to get to her more quickly. Rounding broken walls and jumping over fallen debris, you left a blue trail behind you, blinking your way to the crying kid.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into your chest when you got to her, recalling to your previous position with the girl, behind a brick wall. She clung to you, eyes red and swollen, lips bit red and her cheeks puffy. She looked like a seven-year-old child, alone, lost, and miserable without her parents or protection.

"Don't worry, love, " you used the words Tracer often used when she saved someone, her reassuring and calm voice. "I'm here."

Those zigzagging lines of light lingered in his mind, a shadow of a woman making her way through the abandoned town. The spring in her steps and the flexibility of her movements, jumping higher than any man should've been able to and changing directions so easily. She was fast, vanishing in a line of blue light and then appearing once more meters away.

Ghost saw her save a child, no older than an eight-year-old - or so he thought. A lone child on the battlefield was dangerous, a death wish for the kid if his enemies got to her first. Fortunately, the athletic woman got to the kid before anyone could, swiping her into her arms and disappearing in a blink. Seconds ago, she stood next to the pole, now all that was left was a blur of blue. She had disappeared as quickly as she appeared.

He picked at the memory constantly, powers, it seemed, were her thing, speed and agility of which no one should be able to wield, but she did and she used it to save a child. Although he admired that from a stranger, the question of her being a danger to them was still left unanswered. Whether she could be trusted or an unknown enemy that would tip the scales in the enemy's favour.

However, months later, after the war ended, there weren't any sightings of her, anywhere on earth, as if she had disappeared - again. He remembered her, though, the determined glint beneath blue goggles, her hair tied in a ponytail, flowing through the air, and her pretty lips.

She could still be in Europe, she probably was, or so he hoped. It would mean that he could run the chance of meeting her, to quench his gnawing curiosity. It would be difficult - near impossible - to find her in the millions living in Europe, but he would keep his eyes open, he had questions and he wanted answers.

He wasn't a believer per se, nor was he an atheist, he had a veto in what he put his trust and belief in. He wouldn't curse others for not believing in a God or gods, he wouldn't scoff at those who believed in them, and everyone had their rights. At this moment, however, the thought of God helping him had crossed his mind.

He had dared cross his limit, entering a small cafe - or a bistro, he wasn't sure - blocks from his flat. It was small and homely, the air was warm with the smell of coffee and tea and the place welcoming with the smiling faces of the cafe's workers.

He sat far into the shop, his back against the softness of the booth's couch, bored eyes observing his surrounding for any danger. Even off duty, the habits that ensured his safety still stuck to him, following him wherever he went.

The waitress, a young-looking woman, with striking eyes and hair pulled in a bun, walked his way. Her face looked familiar, lashes framing her pretty eyes, blushed cheeks and beautiful full lips. He knew those lips, and those eyes, and her build, short and athletic, but strong.

It was the child-saving vigilante he saw, only without her blue goggles and her tight bodysuit, blue and white that emphasized her muscles (it was probably made for usefulness, sticking to her body without any stray cloth when she ran, it made running faster and easier.). Wearing a chemise and black pants, instead of the standard skirt the other women wore, her shoes clicked as she approached him, hand pulling out a pad from her black apron's pocket.

He froze when her hand disappeared into her pocket, the items inside were unknown to him, and the content could be dangerous to him. He had to remind himself that she was a civilian at the moment, not an enemy vying for his head. She was safe, as long as she didn't attack him. He waited for her to speak, her pretty lips forming the words she wanted to tell him.

"Good morning, sir," her voice was melodic, soft and inviting. He craved hearing her speak to him with the soft lull of her tone. "Have you decided?"

Decided? What had she - you - meant by "decided"? Then he remembered he was in a cafe, people walked in to order food and drinks, to go or to eat there. He couldn't drift off like that, he couldn't disappear into the darkest depth of his mind. It was a dangerous place.

He cleared his throat, blonde lashes fluttering as he blinked, staring at your face. You were pretty. His words rumbled out, slightly muffled by his black mask: "No." He neither spoke more nor less, blunt as a hammer and sharp as a knife.

"Would you like more time to decide?" You were polite, smiling at him although his only spoken words were brash. He didn't want you to go yet, he just found you, heard and spoke to you,

"Anything you- uh... you recommend?"

You perked up at his question, seeing a more approachable change in him. Your smile widened, brighter than before as you listed off the menu by heart. Your optimism reminded him of Johnny's, expressively happy and grinning. The cafe - Ma's cafe, he learned from you - had its famously brewed tea latte, a mixture of earl grey and vanilla latte.

He took your recommendation, and you left with a skip, apron bouncing with each step. He watched you walk behind the counter, shuffling around with cups and the machine - he thought it was a coffee machine, those with pre-made coffee in its tank - meticulously, knowing well what he ordered.

You came back minutes later with a smoking mug filled with a milky brown liquid. It was fitting its name - London fog - with the white swirls that mimicked the fog that filled the cool, morning air until early evening when the sun started heating everything.

"Thank you...?" Ghost tried, wanting to know your name, you didn't have a tag on your apron.

You gave him your name with the smile you gave everyone, a customer service kind of smile that would assure that you wouldn't get any complaints about your service. He repeated your name a few times in his mind, memorizing every syllable and the way it sounded so well.

He wanted to repeat your name, whisper it lowly, but he had to make sure you were farther away from him, or you'd hear him obsessively call you. It rolled off his tongue amazingly, a perfect symphony with his deeper, raspy voice. He'll get to know you better, he planned on visiting more often, to learn your schedule and watch over you.

He pushed every intrusive thought back, bringing the mug to his lips (he had pulled down his mask to drink). It was sweet, slightly bitter from the coffee, but sweet nonetheless, perhaps a bit too sugary. He savoured the drink you made him, breathing the warm aroma of your mix. You'd made it, you had it, and served it. It was made for him, with your care and smile.

Ghost came by the next week, wearing the same black hoodie and dark jeans. He sat at the same booth and waited for you to walk by with the same smile as the prior week. You did, eyes wide with recognition when you caught him staring at you from the corner booth. You made your way to him with a grin, clad in a similar uniform and a serving tray under your arm.

"You came back," your calming voice reached his ears, giving him something to cling to in the cafe.

He liked habits, familiar things and usual occasions, but he hated the new and the unknown. They were dangerous, and deadly in his line of work. You expressed your gratitude at the tip he left you, way over the usual price other usual clients would.

"I never got your name."

He hadn't given you his name? That's right, he didn't for fear of people finding out his true identity, a broken man hidden under the mask of a monster - a Ghost. Trust issues stacked with insecurities and his introverted tendencies had made forming relationships much harder, making friends complicated with the backlash of his many blunt comments and irritated huffs, and letting people in from the fear of being betrayed, backstabbed, beaten and abandoned.

You were a vigilante, you saved a girl, you smiled at him and greeted him like you would a friend. You didn't shy away, nor freeze at the mere sight of him. You were new, but you were good - or so he thought you were. To him, you could be the achieved unachievable, a friend made from dust, a relationship formed from miracles and normalcy.

He blinked, mumbling lowly his name, low enough that it only reached your ears. You cocked your head downward, your smile widening as you repeated his name.

"Nice to see you again, Simon. I'm happy to see you again."

He nearly shuddered from hearing his name roll off your tongue, so melodically spoken. He wants to hear you call his name again and again and again, as many times as you could until he got sick of it (he probably wouldn't, he was already addicted to the way you spoke).

He dozed at your words, that you were glad he came back. He was glad too. He wanted to come by the day after his first visit, but it would seem too strange, perhaps dangerous to see him every day at the same spot, at the same time of day. He was a man of schedules, organized and neat planning.

He figured he would start by buying once a week for a month or two, then change it to twice a week for the following months, until seeing him every day would become the norm for you. He would kickstart the routine and make it a usual appearance in your life. He would make *him* a usual appearance in your life.

"Same as last time, Simon?"

God, he loved hearing you say his name. He simply nodded, he would make it his usual, a hut sweet, but enough to drown the bitterness in his soul.

The leaves turned darker, shrivelling and dropping dead to the ground. The mellow sky grew gloomy, and colder with each passing day until it dropped so low that Ghost had to wear a thicker jacket over his usual hoodie. Autumn was at an end and winter crawled ever so closer.

He was back from deployment, on a temporary leave to "relax and diffuse" as Laswell said. Everyone was back home, Price with his cigar and Nik, Gaz back home with his girlfriend, Soap with his rowdy family of seven and Roach went home to open arms and warm welcomes from his parents.

Ghost only had an empty apartment - or he used to, he moved to a house on the quieter side of town - and the cute, dazzling waitress that served at Ma's cafe. That's where he was going, he texted you before he left, letting you know that he was back and ready for a hot cup of London fog and brunch.

You read his message, replying with a "Copy that, Lieutenant". It became a running joke between you after he told you about his work, nothing classified or too detailed, but enough to let you know he was built to fight and survive.

The bell rang when he pushed the door, seeing you peer out of the kitchen once he stepped in. He was hit with a warm embrace, the cafe's heater worked well, warming the place and making it cozy enough to eat with only a t-shirt on. He gave you a nod, finding his way to his usual spot, the one he sat at for the past months.

How many months have passed since he first stumbled here? He couldn't remember everything became a blur when it was associated with you. His moments with you were warmer and calmer than at the start. You opened up to him, walls crumbling down and letting yourself build something out of it: a friendship with Ghost.

He liked being friends - for now. He had plans to make a move, to push farther, into unknown territory and try his luck. He had a feeling you'd say yes, he loved you so much and you showered him with adoration and smiles, you had to be in love with him, no? Of course, you were, he wasn't delusional, he was of sound mind, careful.

"Welcome back, Simon," you strut to him so casually, the same clothes, the same smile. "How was your deployment? Soap and Roach got into any trouble?"

He spoke fondly of his TF, they were his family, and he felt proud when he talked about them to you. He invited them once, and they all loved you as much as he did, you were sociable and easy to talk to. Though Price and Soap had the biggest effect on you, they reminded you of someone. You told him about your friends, chaotic like his TF, but a family. It sounded like an ops team, he wouldn't be surprised. He remembered the first time he saw you, it was still fresh in his memory.

"Soap stirred up some shite again," Ghost huffed, sloshing his shoulders to appear more relaxed in your presence, to make him seem less threatening than he was. "No casualties, everyone made it out fine. Bit bruised but alive."

"That's the main objective, no?" You chuckled at Ghost's indignified groans about Soap and Roach behaving like children high on sugar.

You stuck around longer now, gracing him with a bit of random chatter. He got to know about your days, your activities, your wishful thinking and your goals. He discovered something new every day, whether it came from your lips or from his own time.

You stood by his table until the chef rang the call bell. You winked charmingly and turned to get his order, he hadn't ordered yet, but he came by so often, ordering the same that the employees knew what to make when he walked through the door.

He liked the normalcy, where he came by once every two days when he was on leave. If the Task Force was sent on a mission, he could be gone a few days, a few weeks or a month. It always varied, but he made it work with his hate of the unknown, the unpredictable.

"Are you free tonight, love?" Ghost asked, eyes gazing from your hands to your lips.

He found that open-mouthed expression at his question. You seemed hesitant to answer him, thinking about your reply to the man who tipped you well and was as close as a friend to you; or perhaps you were simply shocked that he finally asked you out, and wondering if you had time for him.

You nodded, a smug smile replacing your shock: "How 'bout eight? I finish at seven tonight."

" 'S fine, eight at the bar down the street?"

"It's a date then."

His heart almost broke his ribs, beating wildly against its cage when the word "date" left your lips. He had a date with you tonight, he couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps you meant as a date between friends than one between lovers, but at that moment, all he could think was how your hands would feel between his, how your soft, plump lips would feel over his and how your body would feel against his, below and over him.

He dove into his delusional mind, imagines and dreams swimming freely, jumping from one to the other. He had dreams for once, a wish that he hoped you'd indulge, and a family he wanted but lost.

Everything seemed to go the way he planned, you waved at him when you saw him waiting outside the bar and giddily joined him. He found a quiet and mellow corner at the bar, a table pushed against the wall with two stools.

The bartenders knew him, he drank here with the others, and they didn't bother him and served and usual. Some were surprised he brought a friend - a woman - with him but left him to his own.

You sat down and downed a few beers while he drank his bourbon. You spoke sporadically, hands waving enthusiastically with every word. Your cheeks were flushed, slightly pink and warm from the alcohol, but you were lively, animated and happy.

It made him happy, seeing you so mirthful around him, being able to let loose from your stricter atmosphere at Ma's cafe. Your tense shoulders were looser, your back relaxed from its ramrod-straight position and your voice felt more invigorated. The alcohol might've played a part, running through your system and making you bolder.

The first time always played well, just as he imagined, and the thing that solidified everything was your parting words: "Next time's on me, Simon!"

You drank together every week, from friends to drinking buddies, there was nothing more intimate than that, to trust someone with your drunk self and your loose tongue, spewing words and thoughts the second they crossed your mind.

That boosted his confidence, the feeling that he could confess, and tell you his deepest and darkest thoughts and wants. You'd know what kind of man he was, broken and messily put together, like a DIY project made by a child gone wrong. He had sharp edges and missing pieces, a cracked personality and dangerous thoughts. He was a SAS soldier after all, once you become one, you see some twisted shit.

Like the week before, you walked out together, your legs shaky but still able to walk home, accompanied by Ghost. He helped you to your apartment, his broad shadow looming over the door, silent as always. When your shaky hands were able to unlock the door, turning the knob and opening the door, you turned around to bid your drinking buddy good night.

Lips parting to say the words, until he cut you off, his chapped lips met yours. His gloved hands caressed your cheek, thumb rubbing under your wide eyes as he held you in place. His lips were warm and plump, but chapped, a scar running over it.

His eyes were closed, lips on you for a few seconds longer until he pulled away, a dazed look in his eyes. While he expected a reaction from you, he hadn't envisioned shock and sadness, one that made his gut plummet. He winced at your expression, unable to understand what he did wrong. He thought you loved him.

"I- Simon, I- I can't, I'm sorry," you hushed out sadly, head turned down to stare at your feet. You were unwilling to gaze into his disappointed - probably heartbroken - eyes.

"Why?" He rasped, voice hoarse as if he hid cried for hours, or was on the brink of tearing up.

"I just can't, Simon," you persisted, feeling much more sober than the last few minutes. His surprise had severed you up - willingly or unwillingly. "I don't mind staying friends, but I can't get too attached. I won't be here much longer."

" 'Cause you're not from here?" He scoffed, but it didn't hold any resentment or irritation, simply sorrow and distress. " 'Cause you're from another world?"

You whipped your head to stare at him, your mouth agape and fearful shock glazed over your eyes. How could he have possibly known? While your identity was fabricated work, you know how to make a believable fake ID, Genji's knowledge helped you. You stepped back, hand reaching for your door knob, unsure of what Simon would do to you now that the secret was out.

He turned and ambled out, shoulders slumped slightly without a word to you. His world shattered once again, God seemed hellbent on making his life a misery.

He stopped coming after your "altercation", you felt horrible, but you couldn't let your heart run wild when you know Winston would find a way to fix the portal in a year or two. One had already passed and you couldn't overindulge in this world's pleasures and leave when you got too attached.

Yet, grief at being relieved that he never appeared again clawed at you, he knew you weren't from his world. It was dangerous information, especially in bad hands, but you couldn't do anything about it. This world had different rules and standards, it worked differently and you weren't book-smart like Winston or Torb. You were a simple agent working under Tracer.

You did, however, regret letting Simon leave so abruptly, he was an amazing friend, the perfect drinking buddy and would probably be a caring lover, but couldn't risk it. Even if you wanted to text him, and apologize over and over until Simon would talk to you again, you knew how to respect people's boundaries. If he left so coldly, never passing by, texting or calling told you enough. He needed time to calm down and clear his mind.

You went back and forth between your home and the cafe every night, your original routine - before meeting Simon - felt alien to you. You'd been so used to seeing Simon at the back of the shop, a hot London fog in his hands and crepes on his plate with melting butter. It was foreign to see the spot occupied by another client, or the cold spot in your chest when it was vacant.

You disliked it. You hated it. The cold, the silence, you wanted to see him at least once.

Can we meet? Usual place. was the sudden text you received from Simon during your shift. It was dated today at 5:39.

Without a second thought, you replied, affirming the date and time, tonight, right after your shift on Friday. A weight was lifted from your shoulder, the silence from Simon was broken and he finally reached out to you. Your break to let him calm down had worked it seemed, the let him cool down and clear his mind.

It was late by the time you got to the pub, around nine. You had returned home and fixed up your depressed look for a more lively one, hoping it would make Simon feel better. You caught him at your usual place, head hung low and demeanour shut off from the world around him. You took hesitant steps towards him, he didn't look exactly sober from the number of cups decorating the table, nor did he look drunk, from his sharp, hooded eyes.

"Simon, " you greeted him slowly, nearly flinching when his brown eyes washed over your smaller figure. Chills erupted through the ends of your nerves, fingers twitching at the sudden burst of danger you felt from your friend. You had no reason to be scared, wary of his demeanour, but not scared or hateful. He'd yet to act out violently or malevolently.

He gave a curt nod, emotions bleeding through his eyes. He was a stoic man, but his eyes were extremely emotional, pain, regret, grief, hate and joy were some you'd seen flash in those pretty brown of his.

He had a whole bottle ordered in advance, the cap still tightly screwed onto the bottle's neck. He poured you a cup, of rum straight out of the bottle without ice or any accessories.

Thanking him, you sipped on your drink it felt hot and heady on your tongue, it burned your throat. You hadn't drank since you'd last seen Simon, weeks ago, and you could see - feel - its effect. You coughed slightly but still downed the rest.

"You wanted to see me?" Your question left an odd sensation on your tongue. He hadn't spoken a word since you walked in, always the brooding, silent menace. He stared, fixated on you or something on you, it was perturbed you.

"I wanted to apologize, love."

You missed that low hum in his voice, and the caring way he said you "love". You'd been used to it since most British you knew always called someone they cared for "love" or "dear", loving terms of endearment used publicly. Now, however, you knew it weighted, an undertone to its meaning, a special significance in his heart.

"Didn't mean to jump you like that," he continued, regret painting his rough tone. "It felt right; to me. Guess I was more plastered than I thought."

He was human and alcohol coursed through his system. It made him bold and erratic, he acted out without a second thought. You could forgive him for the influence his bourbon had on him; you were going to forgive him anyway.

Although you felt better with his apology, forgiveness for his sudden move wasn't what you prioritized. You wanted answers. How did he know? Was it a sudden, incomprehensible blurb that he spat in a spike of hate and pain? Or was it conscience wording from his drunk mind?

"Do you remember that night?" You lost your smile, pursed lips and hardened eyes at your questioning - interrogation of him.

"'Course I do."

"Do you remember what you said? About me coming from somewhere else."

He nodded, eyes levelled to stare straight at you, unwilling to hide or lie, he spoke honestly, "Another world, love. Didn't forget."

"How'd you know? I'm not exactly showcasing it to everyone in bright colours. So how?"

"Saw you save that girl, lil babe crying for her mother," his answer was slow and purposeful, giving you what you wanted to hear. He recalled the event that occurred months prior, everything aligned with your own experience. "We don't - can't - have shite like that, too developed and powerful. Nothin' like that's possible in this era. So I figured you weren't from here. "

His reasoning made sense, his wording was careful, and it seemed like he had time to think about it. The time you gave him had helped. You kept your doubts to yourself, questions you had that he probably didn't have the answer to. A way back; a way home; an escape. All things he had no answer to.

So your shoulders relaxed and asked Simon to pour you a second cup, to which he obliged. You drank and smiled, back to the trying times when you just started drinking with him, the unknown and the awkwardness that lingered in the air stung.

You don't remember how many cups you had, or how many bottles you finished. Did you even finish the first one? Did you get halfway through before your vision started blurring and your mind dazed into mumbles of incoherent words? Simon hadn't touched another cup since the world around you blurred, the corners of your eyes turning black and your movement slowed to a slur.

He paid for the drink on his tab, slinging your arm over his shoulder, hand holding your waist as he walked out. You were drunk out of your mind, but something felt different, you don't remember being this inebriated the last time you drank half a bottle of rum. Was there something else in it?

Simon dropped you in the back, buckling you in before he made sure you sat upright. He was close, his neck bare and sweaty, his musk smelled strong and heavy, smoke and gunpowder weighing at the back of your throat. Although your vision was faulty, you could see the tight muscle of his neck and shoulder tense as he worked.

His scent stuck to you as he closed the door and drove home, the air in the car smelling like him. Whatever had drained you, lulled you to sleep, taking comfort in the familiar warmth even if a small part of you started panicking.

He had you, in the basement of his house, soundproof and padlocked from the outside. Any risk was accounted for and any escape plans were foiled prematurely by his quick mind.

Ghost laid you beneath him, on the soft, plush bed he bought and built for you, queen-sized for the times he'd spend cuddling you. He had you splayed, body limp and limbs pliant to his every desire. He admired your sleeping form, how your lace fluttered lightly and your lips perked, thinking on the corners as if you were wincing - a duck face - and your peaceful expression. You were adorable.

Your shirt came off first, pulled over your head and thrown over his shoulders, then your bra. Without his gloves, your skin felt soft, hot to the touch. Kneading your breasts, he held one in each hand and felt the fat. You twitched and mewled faintly when he pinched your nipples, hardened by the cooler air hitting your drunk-induced heat. He kissed them, lips closing around your nipple and sucking loudly. He gave each one the same amount of attention, pulling off with a wet pop.

His fingers trailed the lines of your abdomen, strong and athletic, but not too burly like anyone in the army. He admired your figure, half-naked and unconscious on his bed, in his home. He kissed down your stomach as he took your pants off, sliding leg after leg out, leaving you only in your panties.

You were beautiful: your skin - soft, your hair - silken, your lips - wonderful to kiss, and your eyes - gems. You were breathtaking to look at, a treasure to his eyes solely. You were an unblemished canvas, unmarked by other men - in his mind - by sin, and your scars were trophies, won through difficult times. He wanted to be the one painting you, displaying you prettily for his eyes alone. Pieces of works were kept secret like Michelangelo's love poems and sketches.

His eyes wandered the expanse of your body, groaning when he saw the wet patch, your body had reacted to his caresses, your arousal turning the spot over your cunt darker, wet. He pushed his nose to it, breathing in the tangy musk. His fingers hooked under the string and ripped it off with a harsh tug. You wouldn't need underwear anymore once he was done with you.

Ghost's pupils dilated, wide, blown eyes as it keyed on your slick cunt. He adjusted your legs, moving them over his shoulders to have better access to you. He gave a testing lap, running the flat of his tongue over your rim, prodding your clenching opening and leaving at your pulsating clit.

You tasted delicious, he growled and dove back. Tongue circling your button, sucking loudly, lifting the protective hood to let it swell and throb. He held your hips tightly ad you squirmed and moaned, but you never awoke. The drug he gave you was potent, tested on bigger, stronger military men. It could knock them out, so it would pull a stronger reaction from you.

It weighed on his mind, that he resolved to drugging you and bringing you home to be able to show you just how much he loved you. He'd preferred if you were awake, he wanted your first time together to be wonderful - fantastic - in all ways, but you would've protested, fought him and left him once more. He couldn't risk losing you completely, it hurt.

He had no other choice and felt guilty, but he couldn't let his mind wander when he had you under him, ripe for the taking. He pushed his thoughts away and concentrated on you, his needy girl.

His tongue returned between your leg, cheek nuzzling into your sweating thighs. He alternated between sucking your button, lips enclosing around it, and dipping his tongue into you, groaning anomalistically at your tensing walls. He pushed his forefinger in, joining his ravenous tongue. His nose bumped your clit, jerking you each time.

A second finger joined the first and his tongue left to give attention to your neglected clit, pumping to the third knuckles and curling upwards. You arched off the bed, hips buckling into his open mouth as he stretched you open with a third finger. The sound was lewd and wet, loud in his ears.

His cock twitched, straining against his pants, the fabric tight and inflexible, nearly painful. He wanted to relieve the tightness, that burning ache deep in his guts, but his needs came second to yours.

He flickered his tongue and pushed his fingers deeper, curling and panting against you. You spasmed, legs closing around his head, squeezing him as you came. His fingers eased out slowly to savour the taste of your arousal, mouth covering your fluttering hole and slurping the slick that drizzled down your ass.

He loved how you tasted, sweet and salty, like a healthy, ripe fruit ready to be bitten into, juicy and perfect. He almost lost himself, dazed by your essence and his anguish; if only you'd accepted him early, you would've been awake and conscious of this act, and you'd be able to love and embrace him as he did to you. He wouldn't have to wait so long, in pain and regret, for not wooing you enough. He wouldn't have to feel so guilty.

Snapping from his hazed thinking, he lowered your legs and climbed off the bed to undress. He peeled his hoodie and shirt, which stuck to his skin by sweat, and he dropped his pants once he unbuckled his belt. His cock bobbed, slapping wetly against his navel before it hung heavily between his legs, the head achingly red and swollen. His balls felt heavy, and tight from all the neglect. They were big and full, ready to pump his seed into you.

He cradled you, pulling your legs over his elbows and slotting his hips to yours, his cock over your slit. He moved his hips, slicking his shaft with your juices, groaning at the wet warmth under him. When it felt slick enough, he dipped the tip in, your labia stretching to swallow his uncut head. The sound was downright filthy in his ears, the squelch and your strained moans.

He watched himself inch deeper, sinking into your depths with unrelenting hunger, panting and growling until he bottomed out, his balls sitting snug against your ass. His bulbous tip kissed your cervix, nudging it as he rolled his hips, testing how deep he could reach and how strong he could fuck.

He slowly pulled out, hearing the wet noise of his cock slipping out to the tip, and slammed in, his balls slapping the roundness of your ass. He rocked wildly, groaning each time he bottomed out, feeling the heat of your walls clench around him like a vice. Your spasming walls wrenched low moans from him, as often as you whimpered and mewled.

"Fuck- you feel so fuckin' good-" he pushed out through his clenched teeth, his cock twitching when you tightened around him.

Your legs shook, your back arching slightly and your voice keening loudly. He covered your body with his, lips meeting yours in a hungry and possessive kiss, tongue diving into your mouth and committing it to memory. His hand found your clit, thumb rubbing your sensitive nub, urging you towards your end.

Keening, you came, gripping him with a vice. He grunted, his pace becoming sloppy as he chased his peak after yours, breathing in your neck with dazed, hooded eyes. He swore, thrusting as deep as he could and came, his seed rushing to fill you.

"Fuck- fuck-" he gasped, rocking a few times into you, riding off his edge until he calmed down.

White globs leaked from your stuffed cunt, rolling down your ass and leaving a trail. His chest rumbled happily, bending down to kiss you slowly, soft and adoring compared to the last. He slid out when he softened, his cum oozing out of your gaping heat, the plug keeping everything in left.

He loved watching you full, oozing of him, asleep and satiated in the bed he bought for you. You were both coated in sweat and cum, hair sticking to your glistening skin. Your dishevelled and panting aroused him, his soft cock jerking upwards, hardening moments after he just came.

"We're not done yet, love."

You felt heavy and warm, a heat - a body - held you tightly, fingers carding through your hair and caressing your back. It smelled like sweat and smoke, a familiar musk. You opened your eyes, seeing a pale, burly chest, Simon's naked chest. You froze, body tensing, shoulders squaring and arms ready to push him back.

"Morning, love," his voice was raspy with sleep, deep and calm as he greeted you, his lips meeting your hairline. "Slept well?"

You frowned, legs moving, jutting out from between his knees as you struggled to free yourself. Your body felt sore, the peak of your discomfort coming from your heat, a pulsating and warm pain. You feared the worst.

When you looked down, you were covered by only a shirt, a big, dark grey t-shirt that smelled like Simon, it reached your knees. You winced, seeing your nakedness and Simon's pants hanging low on his hips, flashing the sharp dip of his navel and his sculpted torso. It left little to imagine, the red blemishes on your neck and shoulders, slightly faded from his careful handling and bruises the size of his fingers around your thighs.

"You-" you coughed before you could day anymore, throat dry and scratchy, alcohol dehydrated people faster.

"Drink," he held you up, back to his chest, arms slipping around you too comfortably to hand you a cup of water, cool and fresh.

He had expected this, he wasn't as delusional as he first seemed, and he was prepared. You took it, gulping it down carefully, counting the seconds - minutes - that would pass until the drug kicked in, if he had diluted any in your water.

He hummed happily, his chest vibrating as he wrapped his arms around you, nosing the collar of your neck, he placed fluttering kisses on your open shoulder. The collar of his shirt slipped from one side, exposing your skin. His teeth grazed you, teasingly nipping you with warm puffs of air.

You gulped, gathering whatever wits you still had after this whole kidnapping situation. Your mind was running miles per second, eyes gleamed over with tensions and tiredness, and your body sore from Simon's perverse affection.

"Where am I?" your voice was small, still raspy from - what you assumed - moaning and mewling.

"Home," he mumbled, latching onto your skin and sucking a dark spot.

Home? It neither meant your flat nor safety. It was *his* home, a prison he built for you. You looked around. You thought it better to get to know the place he decided to keep you captive, to learn and discover its secrets, anything you could use against or for you.

It was like a studio apartment, everything was open apart from the bathroom, it had a small kitchenette with a fridge (probably in case he left for a while, deployed in another country while he kept you here.), a bookshelf filled to the brim with books and a desk pushed to the side. He'd forgone leaving you with a television, a mobile device, a phone or a computer, all were risks of you getting out.

The walls were painted over, bare of windows and stairs lead to a door, locked from both sides. He locked you in his basement, beneath his house and every other neighbour's nose. No one would come to your rescue if you screamed. No one would hear your cries of anguish or your pleas for freedom.

He bit down, teeth pressing onto your skin, denting the scarred flesh with his teeth marks. You yelped, the area hot and painful, his strength leaving an almost skin-deep bleeding, fiery and red. It was irritated and swelled in seconds. He moved from one patch to the other, determined to mark up your shoulder before possibly moving on to the next one.

You squirmed on his lap, trying to free yourself from his restrictive hold. You gripped his hands, digging your blunt nails into his forearms. He scoffed, nuzzling the bites he made, tongue lapping at the bleeding lines.

"Ghost," you gasped, legs kicking and body struggling.

Clicking followed every kick, the distinct sound of metal rattling in a disorderly way. You looked down your leg, catching the cuff around your right ankle, a long chain kept you jailed in the basement. It was long and winding, enough to comfortably walk laps around your new accommodation but too short to reach the door.

You stared at it incredulously, the utter rage and disgust that burned in your gut that he planned to keep you as if you were a glorified pet or some sort of prize he scouted and obtained.

You knew he liked you before, it was a simple and innocent crush, like finding your first one and not knowing how to react. That, and the fact he was a soldier, scarred by time and marked by warfare made him so standoffish. You thought it was simple, but now, it was too late to forget, to not look, to let bygones be bygones.

He was obsessed, not necessarily sane, but not crazy either. He wasn't delusional, by everything he set up as a precaution, but he let his darkness fester, grow and crack the surface of his calm and stoic persona. He was still calm and meticulous, but it was a different kind, storming ideas for your imprisonment and wishes he wanted to make true. Ghost and Simon overlapped, neither good nor evil, he was simply letting the monster rage uncontrolled.

His pent-up emotions drove him to the edge, and your rejection pushed him over, tipping the scale of his sanity. That's how you ended up in your current situation, his hands wandering over your thighs, dipping between them and down to your knees. He still nipped at your skin, biting and pulling the collar down the other shoulder. His teeth sunk into the muscle between your neck and shoulder, warm fingers slipping under his shirt to knead your chest.

You winced, flinching when he plucked your nipples, pulling on them until you let out a pained whine.

"Stop-!" your hands followed his, clamping around his wrists and dragging him out, but he stayed firm, unmoving to your will as he twirled your mounds. "Fucking stop!"

He huffed, hands dropping to your lap. He mumbled into your bitten skin, groaning in complaints about not letting him care for you. His complaints came with hot breaths on your nape, mouthing the back, turning silent and unmoving.

His quietness was familiar to you, his penchant for sifting through his thoughts in utter silence. Then he moved, draping the covers over your body, tucking you in. He stood at your bedside, expression lighting in a gentle smile. Under the dim lighting of the room, he looked like a beautiful angel. A gold halo hovered over his blonde locks, framing his pale skin and warm, brown eyes.

He kissed your forehead, lips lingering a few seconds longer as he took in the calming moment. He had you, he had you in his home.

"How about breakfast? Fried eggs and bangers, how's that sound?"

The normalcy of eating breakfast in bed, to wake up and be greeted with a British breakfast made by Simon. He liked the idea of such normality, it was romantic, domestic even. To be able to cook for you and serve you the food he made, he'd eat at the table in the middle of the room, seated opposite from you.

He left before you could give him a piece of your mind, or your reply to his question. Fried eggs, you knew what that was, but *bangers*, what the fuck was that?

The stairs creaked lightly, bending under Simon's weight, but his steps were silent - dangerous. The lock clicked when it was unlocked, and he left you alone, the door locking behind him. Gone was your escape, gone was your freedom, gone was your life with the door locking before you.

Time seemed endless, it went by in a blink or in long, painful moments that left you angry. He hadn't given you a clock, and without anything technological (the microwave didn't have the time, whatever Simon had done, worked. Time never played on the four-letter screen.), you couldn't tell day from night, seconds from minutes and minutes from hours. Time dragged agonizingly slowly, the only clue was Simon kept a pattern: three meals a day, breakfast, dinner and supper before going to bed with his arms wrapped around you.

How long you've stayed here was unknown. You couldn't know and Simon didn't want to tell you. He changed subjects or glared at you until you dropped it or he decided to drop it. You had no link to the outside, no way of knowing if you'd been announced missing or if anyone was worried. Simon had cut all your connections to the world around you, just outside your reach, on the other side of these walls that confined you.

You desperately needed to know about your case, if they knew, if they filed a missing person report if they were searching for you. It pained you to be ignorant of everything but your small world, the things that happened in your small room. Everything you knew was Simon.

His horribly, soothing words in his deep voice, speaking into your ear or your hair, whispering his dreams and his hopes, his love and his adoration. His wandering hands, raking the tension from your shoulders, the knots in your back, your worry from your eyes and lips, and the pleasure - forced - he brought upon you.

Entertainment was brought through him, or through the books he left for you, most were erudite, both old and new novels. Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Silence of the Lambs and The Heart of Darkness were a few of the novels you'd caught on the bookshelf.

He also fed you. Most days, he'd stay until it was time to eat, he would leave - sometimes half an hour or a whole hour, it ranged between depending on the meal - and come back with warm plates. They always smelled good and they tasted better.

It surprised you how skilled he was in cocking, as he was in infiltration, sniping, abducting and killing. Perhaps he took the time apart from you to forge his plan, to learn to cook and to care.

You ate, slowly and contemplatively. He stared at you eat, always making sure you took the first bites before digging into his own plate. It weighed heavy in your gut, like a reluctant gift you were bestowed, and Simon made sure you ate everything.

You felt dazed, gone, after eating, as if a cloud washed over your mind that made you slower, and sluggish with everything you did. The food was drugged, you were aware of that when you first felt lethargic. It made you less testy, less bratty as Simon grumbled, you were more pliant to his whims and easier to move when you tried fighting him.

Though it eased the nausea that wracked your body in the mornings, the sudden discomfort in your abdomen and the heaviness that the ache gave. You rarely needed to move from the bed if the urge to vomit came up, Simon kept pills for that. If you did, he'd comfort you, holding your hair back as the content of your stomach surged upwards.

Your time spent with Simon was time spent organizing your thoughts, Winston was smart, engineering-wise, he was amazing. Then there was Mercy with her medical breakthrough and Torb with his ingeniously brilliant machines. If they came together, found what went wrong with the portal you went through.

Trace would be so worried if she wasn't already dead worried. She was a caring and responsible mentor, taking you in before and after the fall of Overwatch. Nearly twelve years under her and this was the first mishap. You spent nearly two years in Simon's world - you counted the time your could count, the days you spent working and enjoying life as much as you could in a different place - and your heart never stopped missing your family.

You missed Jack - Soldier: 76 - when he would openly laugh, and Gabriel, when he was still the man he was. You missed Tracer's fussing, blinking around with so much energy, and Reinhardt's proud standard when he loomed over his teammates with his Barrier Field. You missed them horribly, they were the glue that kept you hoping for freedom.

It happened when you nearly conceded to Simon's whims, bending to his will and words, letting his hands wander your body and feeling pleasure - genuine. His confessions were parroted, and his I love youwas returned.

You ate less, however, the lump in your gut grew by the days, weighing heavier and heavier. You had weird cravings, followed by nausea most mornings, gripping the toilet bowl with your head hung low. Simon held your hair back and rubbed soothing circles on your back, bemoaning about your pains and cramps.

He left a few times during your period of captivity, vanishing for long periods - usually a week or two - and had you manage everything on your own. He had cameras set up, watching your every move, connected to whatever device he decided to watch you.

He was deployed a week ago, his steps never walking to the door during the week, but now, you could hear his booming steps around the house. They were loud and intentional. Dread always filled your body when you learned he came back, he was clingy, handsy and obsessive when he came back, growling that he would burn down the world if couldn't have you; or that he was thinking about you - constantly - and that the video feed on his phone was never enough.

You picked up on his pace, hurried and panicked. They stomped around the house in search of something before it stopped at your door. Your ears perked on the clicking of the lock, straining to listen to his heaving breaths.

Crack

You jerked forward. Something behind you cracked, the loud cracking filled the air as you turned. A blue swirl cracked the shift in reality, like glass fracturing and breaking into pieces, it glowed with every line. It pulsed calmly, the swirls capturing your attention. You felt drawn to it, your hands twitching with the urge to touch it, to let your fingers swim in the infinite pool.

"(Name), are you there?" a voice called from the other side, small and feminine. It was dripping with worry and exhaustion. "Luv, are you there?" she cried a second time, a hand emerging from the portal.

You knew the voice, the warm, familiar voice that called out to you with love and compassion. A friend. A mentor. A family.

You reached out to it, hand inches from hers. Then the door to your cage burst open, his screams echoing in the basement. He hurried down the stairs as fast as he could, mask still on his face as he reached for you. His gloved fingers grasped the air for you, rushing towards you with immense worry and fear in his eyes.

Mere seconds behind you, his fingers grazed your back as you fell into the waiting arms of your mentor. He was too late, he fell on the vacant bed, watching the portal close behind you. He clutched the bending, the place you sat moments ago. It was still warm, your heat and smell still mixed into your sheets.

He spun lies about your absence, about your sudden disappearance from his world. You moved away after your breakup, you distanced yourself from him to make the move easier on your heart and his. The TF had accepted the excuse, solemnly nodding about your leave and wishing they could have said farewell to a good friend.

They moved on with life, still smiling nostalgically when you were brought up, but Ghost was left heartbroken. He knew something was wrong that day, the itch in his brain about something happening at home. That's why he was in such a hurry, in a panicked frenzy to get home - to get to you. He was too late though, seeing you being pulled into a portal. Dooming was the effect on him; devastation was the pain in his heart; shattering was the sorrow of his soul.

He poured everything into keeping you, only to lose you. Now, he poured every second of his life into work, never letting his mind wander to the bump on your stomach or the subtle relinquishment in your actions to him.

He was deader than dead, colder and more stoic than before. They saw the change, they understood, but never blamed you. Everyone had fallouts, Simon just had more than the rest of the world. That's why he played Ghost more often than before, building his walls higher and his appearance darker.

Yet somehow, Soap was enthusiastic enough to rope him into playing games on his console (he used to play more before finding time between deployments to jump into a match with the others). Overwatch 2, an evolution of the first made better. Soap promised it was good. His spiel about the characters having a profound background and the gameplay being fun. Ghost was doubtful, he and Soap didn't have the same definition of fun, they were associated with different things.

He liked Soap, though, so he humoured his sergeant. He downloaded it on his console, watching the white line charge until it became playable. Soap had mentioned a few names: Genji, Sombra, Reaper and Zenyatta, he even joked about Reaper resembling him, the skull mask and the dark drapes. He'd also gushed - like an over-enthusiastic gamer - about a new character, a woman, the sole student of this Tracer.

He scoured through the lists of players, eyes skimming over the faces before he spotted a familiar one. It was more cartoonish, drawn in gentle lines and beautiful shades. Your face, it was your beautiful face. He nearly dropped his controller, hands shaking and body heavy.

Was it guilt that washed over him? Was it pain that washed over him? Was it sorrow and melancholy that washed over him? Or was it his world that came crashing down on his shoulders?

The world dulled, his breath became stagnant and shallow as he stared at your hero. You were standing proud and fearless, guns held in your hands with a bright smile. He watched you emote, your character moving as it was coded. He scrolled through your skills and perks, some he remembered you use. You blinked and recalled, moving back and forth between time and space, breaking the fragile shift in the world.

Soap was right about the new hero, you were interesting and lovely. In a flurry of emotions, he opened up your biography - or a snippet of your backstory. Every word bled his heart, every act and every situation wracked his body with sadness. The more he read, the more his tears threatened to fall.

You kept your - his - child, a beautiful kid with his blonde hair and your eyes, a round, yet sharper face like his. You kept him, you hadn't aborted the child. You gave birth and he wasn't there. You took care of your kid and he wasn't there. You watched him grow and he wasn't there.

He cried, body closing on itself. His shoulders shook, his vision blurred and his face streaked with tears. A broken sob broke through his throat, restricted and pained with waves of emotion, deep and harrowing sadness of his loss.

"I miss you, love," he rasped, his fingers gripping his hair, nearly ripping out the seams. "I miss you."

[gudfornuthin]

Beauty and the Beast

Prologue

Bill Weasley x reader

Summary: After being attacked by a werewolf many years ago, Bill Weasley goes into hiding, away from the outside world. When a young girl goes in search of her father, she finds the place he’s been kept prisoner. And the person keeping him there. How will she gain the trust of this beast, and what happens when feelings start to show?

A/N: I’m so excited to start this story!!! Just an fyi, things from both Harry Potter and Beauty and the Beast have been altered (like the werewolf situation) to fit with this story, but I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated :) other parts will be longer than this

Deep in the forest, hidden away from watchful eyes, stood an ancient, worn down manor. Surrounded by trees and a tall steel fence, no place could be more menacing. Wood splinting, spider webs forming, most would assume the place to be empty. Abandoned. But in that manor all alone, there lived a young man. He was handsome. Tall, with red hair and deep set eyes. His name was William, or Bill as his family called him, and he was once an incredibly respected wizard. Strong and precise, he had the chance to work alongside some of the best. Becoming a curse-breaker was like a dream, and he was damn good at it. Everything seemed to perfectly fall into place for Bill. Until one unfortunate night changed it all.

The attack was sudden. And over as quick as it happened. Bill tried to be on guard at all times. But when he saw the ambush on a group of young witches, his only thought was keeping them safe. His act of selflessness almost cost him his life.

Strong hands grabbed at his jacket, throwing him hard to the floor. A deep growl echoed above Bill, and he had no time to react before sharp nails slashed the side of his face. He doesn’t remember screaming or fighting back. He can’t even remember feeling any pain. Just lying on the ground. Accepting Death’s cold touch.

Hours passed before he was found. While doctors and nurses tried their best to heal, the damage was already done. Scars formed on his face, and Bill was told he could turn. The attack had made him half werewolf. He knew the only way to prevent this evolving and getting worse was to kill the one who did this to him. But with only a trace of fur on his coat, and no chance to see his face, there was no use trying.

Years passed, and after leaving his job to settle into the desolated manor, Bill had become used to being alone. Sure, his family visited to check up on him, but he never liked them being around him for long. He was terrified of what he could become, and the possibility of losing control. Molly was worried for her eldest son. The isolation had been affecting him for far too long. She’d even tried setting Bill up on dates. He never went through with them though. He could never see someone caring for him in that way. He felt like a monster. He was a monster. A horrifying creature. If and when he turned, he was nothing but a beast. And who could ever learn, to love a beast?

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This Week in BL - No Thoughts Only Bed Friends

March 2023 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bed Friend (Sat YT, GaGa & iQIYI uncut) ep 5 of 8 - Consent King is great. The nail clipping injury thing was absurd. I love King’s admission that he’s attracted to Uea’s cool aloof meanness. Also I like that office politics and nepotism have come in to play, this is an office romance after all. King’s “back the fuck off” expression is one of the best. And then there are bits of the friendship/work dynamics that are laugh out loud funny. This is a great show. 

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - I honestly can’t decide about the babe character. Do I like him or is he too much an idiot? There is a way to play innocence where it’s cheeky not frustrating, but this is edging on frustrating. Mr Boss is a hard core flirt. What is this I feel? Just… old fashioned trope exhaustion. I HATE the younger brother character but love the home family. All in all, this show still makes me smile, not sure why, but it keeps me watching.  

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga & iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Continues to be slice of life sweet and somewhat silly. Second lead syndrome strikes... and then vanishes. 

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) 2 of 12 eps - I just don’t like any of the characters. They’re boring. Also we are back to that old pulp mistake of not matching foundation properly and not blending at the jaw line. Which I find endlessly distracting. I do like that the sunshine idiot time traveller is trying to take care of his dead bestie’s kid and said kid is hella gay for it. 

The Promise (Thai Weds YT) ep 3 of 10 - I’m bored. 

Chains of Heart (Sat iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - A confession is not an excuse. Do we trust Leu or not? Now a random doctor character has shown up? It feels like we are watching the whole thing out of sequence, not just the flashbacks but as if the story hasn’t been edited together properly. what is going on? 

Our Winter (Thai & Korea YT & TikTok under ThaiMiniSeries) ep 12-13 of 14 - whatever. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dating Sim (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 3-4 of 8 - I can’t. It’s so good. They’re so good... and so bad at flirting. And SO into each other. The saddest part of my week is reading the phrase “the next episode will not be available for 7 days.”

All the Liquors (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) eps 5-6 of 8 - That’s it, that’s the reason? The chef is allergic to alcohol? I don’t understand, why such a big deal? What happened to that plot point? Why did he change his mind? OK, I guess that is the end of that conflict? Now we’re in it just for a cute romcom? Fine. Who needs story structure? Especially when they have a date that is all about tasting local food and baby boy has a cute striped sweater with extra long flappity-flappy sleeves. The credit extras sequence was GREAT! I found the two gay boys expressions over the hets flirting = one if the most relatable moments in BL cinematic history.  

Unintentional Love Story (Korea Fri iQIYI) 1-2 of 10- Ji Won Young is intent on winning over the heart of Yoon Tae Joon as he's the boss's favorite artist. Plot: evil corporation is evil, artist is DEEP and not evil. Opens with a wrongful termination, debt issues, bird poop, & broken plate = our poor sunshine cutie can’t catch a break. Gongchan (maknae of B1A4) is GREAT in this role. Like really good. The tsundere ceramicist better be in hiding for a DAMN good reason. I don’t wan’t to be in another Liquors sitch. Meanwhile: “just a little kabedon to see if you’re gay“ really? That’s your excuse? Love the cafe owner & combative foodie romance boys, side dish syndrome coming on strong already. (The guy playing the muscled waiter is the lead from You Make Me Dance). [FYI I had to search on Google to find it on iqiyi, for some reason they weren’t listing the first 2 eps internally: Ep 1, Ep 2]

A Shoulder to Cry On (Korea Tues Viki & Gaga) eps 1-2 of 7 - Adaptation of Dongmul's manwha, high school set, features a teasing confident gay, and a rich/poor pairing. Star idols Jaehan & Yechan BOTH from OMEGA X, a first for the industry. AND..... I don’t like it. Very bully romance, without the mature teasing of Semantic Error or the kinky hotness of My Beautiful Man. I HATE outing with false accusations (implication = to be gay is evil), aided and abetted by adults. (It’s as close to a trigger as I get.) It makes for an unforgivable bad-boy character. Lots of the “crash into me“ trope. (Who do they think they are? Taiwan?) I’ll keep watching but I’m not happy about it, and I don’t see how they can possibly redeem the bad boy - tragic past or no. Now that he switched to flirting the dynamic is better, but I will never trust him. 

Jack o’Frost (Japan Fri GaGa) ep 5 of 6 - Honestly? Perhaps their relationship should end. Why do I care? They seem ill suited. 

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi and I can watch him in Tin Tem Jai) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Blue Sky Complex (Japan ???) 5 eps for VR - Kei Ichikawa's manga is getting a JBL adaptation. Weird distribution though, it started Feb 27 sequentially on 360 Channel (SHOCHIKUch) a VR video distribution service. Will inter-fans ever get to see this, and if it’s filmed for VR will it adapt without being overly dark and fuzzy? I have questions. But as usual, you do you Japan and we will wait (im)patiently to see if you remember the rest of the world exists. This is my preferred kind of live action yaoi, so fingers crossed.

Boyband (Thai) ep 2 of 10 - Stopped airing on YouTube, and only available in Thailand & Japan. Not sure if they’re working a distribution deal or just fucking with us.

Cafe In Love (Thai ???) 10 eps on Ch3+ - Thai pulp, about trying to save a coffee shop. FairyGodBLer came through for me, but I’m collecting to binge just in case. It’s my new policy with the grey stuff.

Destiny Seeker (Tues WeTV Thailand) 10 eps - it’s not on any WeTV I can get ahold of. Bad Buddy the pulp rebirth meets Japanese handsome host club action. Same as above.

Heesu In Class 2 (Korea Thurs unknown, I check Viki Gaga iQIYI & WeTV nada) - A gay(er) version of Sex Education. I’m still not sure this one is actually happening.

In case you missed it

I’m putting this here because I missed it: Ready?

Laos produced their version of Boys Over Flowers called Oh My 4. It is... not very good BUT 2 of the F4 have a BL arc with each other!!! (The bad boy and the musician.) You know I’ve been wanting the all gay BoF for YEARS but this is as close as we’ve gotten. Don’t ask, I have no idea how to get it all. But some of it is on YT. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Liquors & Jack both end. 

Tomorrow: Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 1 of 5 - Based on a y-novel by Faddest (En of Love) about an engineering student and a dentist. We can expect this one to be soft, it’s from the 21 Day Theory people.

3/22: Make a Wish (Thai Weds YouTube) from WaGa Creative staring Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in a medical-fantasy. It seems to be a light-hearted romance with a comedic flair. About a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). 

Full list of upcoming in March 2023 is here.

2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Definitely Top 10 MINE glares (Bed Friend). 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Team B cover of Dang Dang Dang. Look the tiny corner of my heart not occupied by BL is entire taken over by Peak Time. 

[lunarsun12]

Niki Real Parent - Part 2/2

Masterlist

Previous Part

After the encounter with the unknown, the unknown has changed the chat name. As he didn’t know how to create one. Thinking nobody knows his indentity, FYI everyone knows due the gc name.

Luckily, the unknown is a bit clumsy and added all his family members in it. Giving an opportunity for K to make it up to Niki. As well revealing the real reason behind the not so threatening text behind unknown…

Back At Enhypen Chat

Unknown changed the gc name:

Get ready to get a stake in your heart

Sunghoon❄️: Really? Stake? You know we aren’t really vampires…

Unknown: Shut up! I say what goes…

Jay🦊: Wow…that is so mature of you…letting your youngest child…to send those messages…

Unknown: I’m not Maki! I’m somebody else big and scary grrrr

Heesung🦌: Only Maki, will write those sort of things…thinking we are real vampires…

Niki🕺: HEY! WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! That was cold using me as bait…to take down my family business!

Jay🦊: Niki is handling well then expected…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I think Jake explained to him what is happening. I don’t even need to do anything!

Sunoo☀️: More like over explaining…it was tough trying to calm Niki down after that

Jake🐶: What? He asked and I deliver

Unknown: Be quiet! You erm betrayer-

Jay🦊: Hey kid what do you want?

Unknown: I’m not a kid! Please work with my big I mean brother! He has been begging non stop to collaborate with you!!

Jay🦊: Why would I want to work with your family…your family practically dumped Niki and is threatening me…

Unknown: I’m so sorry about Maki! He just wants you to collaborate with his brother Nicholas fashion line!

Heesung🦌: Which uncle is it? The one with too many kids or K?

Unknown: The one with too many kids…i don’t understand how I keep picking up more kids…

K🐨: Where is Niki? I need to explain to him!

Sunoo☀️: You not going anywhere near him! You made Niki upset! I will personally punch you!

K🐨: Sunoo still cheeky as ever!

Niki🕺: I don’t want to talk to you! You left me and have to deal with this weirdo family

Jay🦊: Again how did you get here?

K🐨: Actually, maki created the chat and he got the names confused…

Unknown: It wasn’t me! I mean if it is me of course…

K🐨: Niki! I’m sorry! I didn’t know that my family will come and do that. Me and Taki really wants to meet you and make it up!

K🐨: You really have a sweet family. Who is willing to fight for you!

Niki🕺: Well you two screw that one up big time! Seriously why did your brothers take me to a church? WHILIST IT NIGHT TIME

Unknown: Yuma said it will make the vampire go away…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: We all know Yuma read too many comic books…

K🐨: If you want to…we can meet up for lunch and promise. Just me and Taki, he really misses you! Due to circumstances…we have to leave you..

Niki🕺: I dunno…I’m confused like I was yesterday…

K🐨: You can have Jungwon or your uncle to supervise!

Unknown: Please please work with my brother! I’m begging you!

K🐨: Maki! Stop it! You embarrassing us!

Unknown: YOU IDIOT MAKI! Why did you do that! You ruined my chance! Both you and Harua kept on bugging me about it!

Maki💪🏻: I only wanted to help…you were too scared to say hi…

Nicholas😎: W-who said I was scared! I was being polite! Now Jay company will never collaborate with me!

Jay🦊: Actually the fashion line isn’t mine…it’s my son sunoo line..

Nicholas😎: Why did I listen to you two! If it was sunoo, I just bribe him with mint chocolate icecream

Sunoo☀️: EW! As if I will collaborate with a psycho family! Try Jake dog shelter…they love furr

Jake🐶: Hey leave my dogs friends alone!!

K removes Nicholas and Maki from the chat

K🐨: I don’t want them to embarrass our family anymore. So Niki?

Niki🕺: Uhm Uhm okay but I’m bringing my cousins with me…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: No Niki, will be bringing me only. I don’t trust you cousin to behave properly

Sunoo☀️: You are not taking Niki anywhere near that K person! No one hurts my chick!

Sunghoon❄️: One reason why uncle Jungwon doesn’t want to take us…you can be so dramatic sometimes

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Actually it’s Sunghoon…just in case he makes Taki cry…

K🐨: Why would he do that..he seem so well mannered!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Sunghoon can be too honest sometimes…

K🐨: Right…? I drop the location see you Niki and Jungwon! I have to go and sort out Nicholas and Maki…

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TLOU Thoughts: Episode 1

I’m going to be comparing the episode canon to game canon fyi, so if you’re planning on playing the game at some point, just a warning you might want to avoid this post.

‘Tis a bit lengthy here, so I’ll put everything under the cut-off

- I appreciate the background information regarding the cordyceps (fungus), I think it really helped to cement the seriousness of the situation. There was definitely some ambiguity regarding the pandemic in the game, I think it’s good to set the mood up front

- I love that the guy explaining the fungus is Johnathan from The Mummy

- The intro was fucking GORGEOUS, very Game of Thrones-ish. Also I very much appreciate that they incorporated the original music into the series.

- 2003? The original story began in 2013, which isn’t a big deal honestly, I’m just going to trust the process here.

- Joel is 36, in the game he’s believed to be a few years younger than this, again I’m going to trust the process

- Pedro’s “Joel accent” is pretty decent, you can barely hear his real accent, so I’m satisfied lol

- In the game the neighbors are the Coopers, here they are the Adlers, I’m not sure if there’s a hidden meaning there or if they’re just trying not to do too much copy-catting with the source material

- It appears that Tommy is a veteran, the close-up of the sticker makes me think this is going to mean something later on in the series (no background for Tommy in the game)

- I think I caught a glimpse of a Bash poster??? Sarah was an avid audiophile in the game and one of the bands she like was The Bash (believed to be a play on the band The Clash)

- The Last of Us Part 2 Spoiler - I’m only going to say that much.....for now

- A Nokia phone is the very definition of “Endure and Survive”

- Tommy getting arrested for bar fighting is intriguing, especially since Joel has always felt responsible for him, the creators showcasing this aspect early on was a good move (we don’t really see this side of Joel/Tommy until the 2nd half of the game)

- Subtle touch with the guitar, Joel is a music lover and has admitted (in game) to wishing to become a singer at some point (fingers crossed we get to hear Pedro sing!)

- Runner alert: So it looks like they’ve altered the physics a bit here regarding the infected (I’ll probably elaborate on this in a separate post)

- In game the turning process usually takes a few hours to almost 2-days to finalize, here it appears it can take a shorter time period depending on the person (a matter of minutes it would seem). Left 4 Dead showcased varying time periods of turning as well (including a matter of seconds) so this isn’t really a liberty taken by the creators so much as another facet of the pandemic to be explored.

- I noticed they changed the paths taken by the characters prior to the outbreak, but I’m happy they kept the highway sequence when they’re trying to escape Travis County, particularly the moment where Joel refuses to help the family on the side of the road. It’s very telling of his character to put his family above all else, even at the cost of his honor.

- The plane! The plane! (of course the airport runways are out of commission)

- I was wondering when the “babygirl” was going to drop, I like that they waited until Joel was having a very emotional moment, it really adds to the severity of the situation.

- 20 years later - How are there still helicopters?

- I feel like the coup de gras with the infected kid was to give the soldiers more humanity, in-game they’re kind of a bunch of assholes (understandably, it’s a shitty job they have in the QZ)

- Not even Joel with his clout is above work duty.....also the way he was so dead-eyed throwing that kid in the fire??? My man is disassociating so hard

- There’s actually a judicial system in place? In the game they just pulled them out into public and shot the ones that were exposed to the infection.

- There were implications that Joel/Tess were trading with the military, glad to see they expanded on that

- How did Robert catch Tess? I mean the dude was resourceful but seriously, he’s not THAT crafty. Tess was so much smarter than him and his crew, in-game Tess would NOT have been caught like that

- In the game it was a gun stash, here it’s a battery that’s up for trade

- Tess was caught again???? My girls is SLACKING

- “Veronica” has an attitude problem lol

- Joel being in communication with Tommy is interesting, in-game they parted ways over a dispute that left Tommy telling Joel he didn’t want to ever see him again

- It was implied that in-game Joel/Tess had a romantic relationship (or at the very least sexual), but they kept everything else strictly professional. It feels strange to see them sharing a bed, but given their loyalty to each other it makes sense that when they’re “off” the clock they’re less professional.

- Why isn’t Tess’ influence the same as Joel’s? The power dynamic in-game was somewhat balanced between the two with Tess being slightly higher because she’s in charge. Here she claims Joel works for HER, trying to establish her authority over him, but everyone seems more concerned about Joel’s reactions than hers. I feel like the writers were trying to establish Joel’s reputation so much that they fell short on Tess being just as fearsome.

- In-game Ellie went to Marlene for help after the incident, there was no rehash of exactly how that meeting went down, so getting to see that was fascinating. However given Marlene’s connections to Ellie’s mother, it’s strange that she had her surrogate niece chained up.

- Riley name-drop!!!!!

- Where are the spores??? Where are the gas masks??? I’m seriously going to do a separate post on the infection after seeing that body, cause this is bugging the shit out of me now

- Tess being jumpy does not help with my opinion of her

- Joel using his construction expertise tickles me, I wonder exactly how many smuggling tunnels he’s responsible for

- In-game Tess/Joel’s interrogation of Robert helped players to see just how dirty their hands were, and how cold they could be. Not having that interaction kind of takes away from that

- State House?

- I love that they’re not holding back on the Joel/Ellie clashing

- Ellie you little thief (also love that they kept that)

- In-game Joel is very utilitarian, him having a book (even one about music) is a little strange. I understand it’s part of his encryption methods, but Joel is such an audiophile I don’t think he would need a book to help with sending messages. Also how are they still using radios, or am I stupid?

- Ellie not liking Joel but still wanting to ask questions is intriguing, she wants to remain tough but she’s still afraid. She’s relying on her instincts that Joel is worth confiding in

- Ellie was always resourceful, I love that a way for them to showcase her intellect was cracking Joel’s code

- The jackets Joel and Ellie are wearing during the tunnel escape are from the Fall sequence of the game, interesting move by the costume department

- Unhinged Joel is on-point, his PTSD was alluded to in-game but not quite explored in my opinion

- Depeche - Bill signaling for help? Unlikely given his stubbornness. Maybe Frank?

All in all I enjoyed the episode, can’t wait to see where the show takes us.

Tune in next week for more ramblings!

Also seriously, I need to rant about the cordyceps nonsense in a post at some point

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Nick and Noah - Continued...

I really do hope you’re all enjoying this story. Happy weekend!

“I think I've changed my mind.”

“About what?”

I smiled as Nick walked out of the en-suite bathroom, drying his hair with a towel... “About dinner tonight at the boat club.”

“Really?”

I nodded... “I can’t let what they did to me ruin my life. Dad's dead, Ronnie’s in prison and we’ve got security for if his gang try and get close to any of us.”

“Which they won’t. They wouldn’t dare.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded... “Ronnie was the instigator every single time. Without him, they’ll have crumbled. Trust me, Precious, no one’s going to hurt you ever again, I promise.”

I smiled at him warmly... “Then I guess we’d better get dressed for dinner.”

He reciprocated my smile and pressed his lips to mine...

…

“Is it too late to join the family dinner?”

Rafaella turned her head as Noah spoke as we walked into the kitchen...” Of course not, but what changed your mind?”

“I thought about what you said, and I just had to tell my head that I can’t let them win.”

She smiled at Noah warmly and hugged her tightly... “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mom. I'm sorry for what I said.”

She shook her head... “It’s forgotten. Right, let’s go, shall we?”

“I’ll take my car. Noah and I are off to Jenna’s after dinner.”

“Are you sure you’re up for that?”

Noah nodded... “As long as I'm with Nick, I know I'm safe.”

Rafaella nodded and Dad placed his hand on her waist as he guided her out of the kitchen, Noah and I following...

…

“What are the chances of Anna being at the restaurant tonight?”

“Honestly? Pretty high, but she won’t say anything, not when she’s with her parents.”

“So, I'll just settle for the evil looks then? Great!”

Nick chuckled and entwined his hand with mine...” Don’t let her get inside your head. I know she and I... but it’s like I told you the night of the fight, no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

I smiled at him warmly... “I know.”

“Good.”

A few minutes later, Nick pulled his car up outside the restaurant behind Mom and Will and I thanked the valet as he opened my car door for me, taking Nick’s hand as he walked around to me, allowing him to lead me into the restaurant...

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

I smiled at him warmly and shook my head... “No.”

“Are you sure? I'm sure I mentioned it once or twice while we were getting ready.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head...” I don’t recall.”

He smirked...” You look beautiful, but do you know where that dress would look better?”

“If you say your bedroom floor I'll seriously vomit.”

He chuckled... “FYI, it would.”

“We’ll find out later.”

He groaned and I took his hand, following Mom and Will through the restaurant to our table...

[angel-with-paper-wings]

Phantom of the Opera Hogwarts/Wizarding World!AU Headcanons

Okay I know the story originally takes place in France, and as such it would probably be more realistic to have Christine, Erik, and Raoul go to Beauxbatons (and Daroga go to some wizarding school in Persia), but these are just headcanons that I made for fun because I couldn’t stop thinking about what houses these guys would be in. (Also FYI, this blog does not in any way agree with or support the views of the author of Harry Potter.)

Christine:

House: Hufflepuff (Sorting Hat deliberated for almost four minutes; she shows traits of Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff but is a Hufflepuff at her core)

Blood status: Half-blood (mother was magical and father was not. After her mother died, her father raised her in the Muggle world; he encouraged her magic but also taught her to hide it from other Muggles, and some of their traveling around when she was young was to keep her magic hidden to protect her. When he passed away, she was taken in by her magical aunt Madame Valerius who reintroduced her to the Wizarding World.)

Experiencing the loss of her father also allowed her to see Thestrals (she LOVES them).

Favorite classes: Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology (she grew up on stories of magical animals/plants so when she gets to school she is already an expert at these)

Patronus is a nightingale

After her father’s death her magic is very weak (like how her voice is weak in the book). Once she attends Hogwarts it gets stronger, but it isn’t until she meets Erik and studies with him does she truly master it.

Makes friends with all of the ghosts in the castle (she is the first person in a long time that earns the trust of the Grey Lady; they have many long talks together in the castle late at night)

It is during one of these talks that she first meets Erik; she catches him late one night sneaking back into his dorm in Ravenclaw Tower. She thinks he is another ghost at first, but the Grey Lady tells her this is not the case. He avoids her the first night before she can talk to him, but the next few nights she camps outside Ravenclaw Tower until she catches him again, and they introduce themselves. Over time, they become good friends and study buddies, with Erik helping her practice spells and Christine helping him recover from his failed experiments with magic.

Erik:

House: Ravenclaw (immediate decision by Sorting Hat)

Blood status: Muggle-born (showed signs of magic very early on which freaked out his mom and made her even more afraid of him than she already was. He almost developed an Obscurus over it and planned on running away from home, until a professor came knocking on their door on his eleventh birthday to explain everything and deliver his Hogwarts letter. That professor just so happened to be Nadir Khan/Daroga).

Favorite classes: Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Alchemy

Became an unregistered Animagus in his third year; his animal form is an all-black cat

Patronus was also a black cat until he met Christine; eventually, it changed to resemble hers

Likes to roam around the castle at night; has never been caught by a professor (hides from them; if they suspect anything he convinces them he is one of the ghosts and they leave him alone)

Knows all of the secret passages, may even make some of his own that only he knows about

Him and Peeves are a vibe, constantly making wisecracks and playing pranks on younger students or teachers that Erik dislikes

Discovered the Room of Requirement in his second year, uses it as his “lair” when he wants to be away from everyone

Likes to experiment with magic and invent his own spells (ex: charming Muggle objects to do magical things, healing spells and countercurses to try and hide/”fix” his deformity)

Often gets injured or ill from these attempts and Christine helps care for him

Raoul:

House: Gryffindor (another immediate decision by Sorting Hat)

Blood status: Pure blood (his whole family is magical, not very familiar with Muggle stuff)

Favorite classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Patronus is a Labrador retriever

Keeper of his house’s Quidditch team since his fourth year, Christine goes to all of his games to cheer him on (except for the ones against Hufflepuff— those she spends on her own team’s side decked out in black and yellow)

Joins the dueling club to strengthen his (admittedly weak) combat skills

Invites Christine to spend Christmas/summer breaks at his home; his pure-blood family is hesitant at first when they learn she is half-blood and from a poor family, but once they meet her they love her and invite her back every break.

Asks Christine all kinds of questions about Muggles since he has little to no experience with them (she shows him one of her books from home, and he is APPALLED when the pictures/illustrations don’t move)

Follows in his older brother’s footsteps and becomes Prefect and eventually Head Boy

The rivalry between him and Erik is STRONG (obviously). Erik tries to debilitate Raoul with charms and curses to stop him from spending time with Christine; as Prefect, Raoul takes away points from Ravenclaw pretty much every time he sees Erik; Christine has had to break up many potential duels between these two and scolds them into being more tolerant of each other.

Daroga:

House: Gryffindor (Sorting Hat considered Ravenclaw for a short while, but finally landed on Gryffindor)

Blood status: Half-blood

Teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts (think Professor Lupin, that’s his vibe)

Patronus is a barn owl

Has his office hours outside during nice weather; he likes to walk around the grounds in his spare time

Worked as an Auror in Persia for a while before being offered a teaching position at Hogwarts

He is the only one who knows Erik uses the Room of Requirement, often visits him there to see how he is doing and stops him from doing anything dangerous

As previously mentioned, Daroga was the professor who introduced Erik to the magical world and taught him that all the strange things he could do were part of his natural magical abilities. As such, he was the first to understand and pity Erik’s situation at home, and wanted to make him feel safer at Hogwarts

When it was time for summer break after Erik’s first year, Erik hid in his dormitory while the train took everyone back; Daroga eventually found him still at Hogwarts a week later. He understood why Erik didn’t want to go home, and after speaking with the headmaster they agreed to let Erik stay at Hogwarts over his summer and winter breaks, with Daroga keeping a close eye on him the entire time.

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Bedroom/living quarters and happy headcanons for Nika and Cass? :>

love these omg <3

Nika

Bedroom HC

Nika's been a traveling performer for so long (read: didn't wanna commit to anything) that he hasn't really had his own room between like leaving home at the age of 18 and settling with the Fortemps family. As such, he isn't really used to decorating his living space and making it his own - if he does, he might be convinced to stay, so he just didn't do it - so when Edmont took them in and gave them all their own rooms in the mansion, Nika was very O-O as to what to do with it. He had to be coaxed into making the room feel lived in, bit by bit, and now it does have some signs of Nika!

Which is surprisingly orderly, all things considered, with only notebook pages with notes and his old ass lute changing places. He also hides his flowery perfume that he swears he doesn't buy, but trusts Artoirel will keep the bill silent. The jewelery is on display, though.

Happy HC

Now, we know that Nika isn't really a generally happy person, but he does have a very expressive face, which he hates sometimes fyi. That means that when he is actually happy it shows just about everywhere?? His first instinct is to hide his own genuine smile, but it fucking fails bc his whole face is smiling and shaped around the smile if that makes sense, so it's just a little adorable to see ngl.

Cass

Bedroom HC

Some remnants of his aristocratic upbringing do remain in that he does like the appearances of orderliness. I say that bc he is intrinsically chaotic and order runs away from him every chance it gets, but god does he try. In his old room at the Spire, it all looked as if it was in order - it was clean, nothing was out of place - but then you look closer and see that his earrings are mismatched in pairs, books aren't grouped beyond being books, etc. It's all like a small fuck you to Theo and all she represents.

Happy HC

He has a gummy smile! I think that's literally so cute as a fellow gummy smile haver lmao!!! It's also pretty wide and big?? Overall a very cute smile all things considered.

And an extra happy hc for you - cats sometimes like to play with his hair when he sits down and it's loose. It meows and Cass makes this purposefully inhuman noise as a sign for it to get the fuck away from his hair, but it takes him like a good few minutes of that to actually shoo the cat away bc it's just. playing. He's a sap

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And when I say "more detailed info", I mean a truckload of it, because I've have this AU for several years and it's had time to brew.

Y'all are more than welcome to add your own ideas to this, and if you do I'd love to hear them!

Fyi: both inugami and ningyo are based on Japanese folklore, although I adapted it as needed for the AU’s purposes. Goemon being a kami is also technically based on Japanese tradition, but I don’t know anything about Shinto and so I completely made everything about Ryusei up.

LUPIN

Lupin can't go inside any building without being invited, which is a challenge he's more than happy to invent new creative and bizarre ways around. One of them is to cut a window open using Zantetsuken, chuck the sword inside, and then have Goemon invite him inside (which usually results in Goemon going off to sulk and leaving Lupin outside).

Like a cat, his slit pupils take up the majority of his eye when he's happy or excited.

Lupin refuses to kill to drink blood, and instead either steals from hospitals and blood banks, or drinks from willing people. He won't die if he doesn't drink human blood, but he'll get a craving for it, eventually sending him into a mindless killing frenzy if he goes without for too long. There was an incident where he and Jigen were stranded in the wilderness, and Lupin was beginning to go mad, so Jigen offered up his own blood to get Lupin to hang on until Goemon got there with "provisions". It was the biggest show of trust Jigen had ever given him at the time.

His siree and grand-siree are both dead; according to the traditions of the Lupin bloodline, the Third should be making a successor, but he has no intentions of being killed and doesn't see why he should make one.

Lupin can fly, talk to animals, and has superhuman strength. He can only be killed by a stake through the heart + beheading, and a few magical artefacts, which include the Zantetsuken (he knows that because wounds caused by it scar instead of disappearing)

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JIGEN

Inugami can be passed on through a family, the dog soul getting more and more entwined with the human one as generations passe, making it eventually impossible to be exorcised. One of Jigen's ancestors got cursed, and being a grandson of immigrants with no access to Japanese folklore, for most of his life Jigen thought he was some weird dysfunctional werewolf that didn't get affected by the full moon.

When he first partnered up with Lupin, Jigen didn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and he modified one of his guns so that it would shoot small wooden stakes. (or Lupin made him a gun like that as a proof of good will, I'm not sure yet which option is best). Jigen had absolutely no intention of telling Lupin about his wolf powers, and Lupin only found out when Jigen was forced into transformation to save his partner from a vampire hunter. Lupin then dragged Jigen to a veterinary, swearing up and down at the front desk clerk that yes, this was definitely a normal dog that someone could own. (it's a bad idea to change shape when injured because the wound might get worse from the flesh distortion)

Jigen learned from Goemon the truth about his inugami curse. Goemon being a kami, he can sense other spirits; unfortunately, Goemon’s conclusion was that Lupin has created the inugami that plagued Jigen (a process that requires extreme cruelty toward an animal, on top of cursing someone), and immediately tried to slash Lupin.

Jigen mostly controls his powers, but he sometimes accidentally transforms (partially or completely) when he’s angry or scared. The inugami is basically a defence mechanism. He used to hide his powers completely, but he’s gotten more comfortable about doing partial transformations around his partners, which both Lupin and Goemon love (Lupin with unabashed enthusiasm, Goemon trying to hide it). Lupin loves nothing more than to bury his entire face in Jigen’s fluffy fur.

Jigen has an elongated life span thanks to the inugami (up to two centuries). He also has increased strength. He can speak canine even in human form, and Lupin can speak to animals, which often results in two grown adult men barking at each other.

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GOEMON

Goemon is, basically, a sentient sword. The Zantetsuken (the physical object) is inhabited by a kami, aka a spirit, called Ryusei (shooting star). The sword was destined to a prophesised legendary warrior; but Ryusei got tired of waiting around, so he learned to manifest a body, and stole himself. In the first few decades before he fully controlled his human body, the sword got stolen multiple times, including once by the infamous samurai thief Goemon Ishikawa. In Ryusei’s opinion, Ishikawa was the only worthy person to ever wield the Zantetsuken. Ryusei eventually revealed his sentience to Ishikawa, and decided to stay by his side, and they grew close together. When Ryusei controlled his human manifestation enough to actually pass as human long term, he took on the name Goemon Ishikawa the Second, changing the number every few decades to keep up appearances.

When Lupin found him, the Zantetsuken was in a museum, sealed off behind sacred barriers that stopped him from manifesting a body. The second Lupin stole the sword and got it out of the sealed perimeter, Goemon popped out of the blade, thanked Lupin, and would have promptly ran away if Lupin and Jigen hadn’t tried to chase after him, making Goemon notice the inugami’s presence. He assumed Lupin had cursed Jigen, and tried to kill him.

He eventually joined Lupin, for reasons I haven’t really decided yet.

Goemon can manifest a body that goes from intangible and see-through to completely human. The least-human extreme has solid steel-coloured eyes and emits spirit flames (and later has kintsugi lines running across his skin, I’ll get to that). The more of his soul Goemon pours out of the sword and into a functioning body, the more mortal he becomes. In sword form, he could only be killed by melting down the blade – and that’s just a theory, he doesn’t actually know what would happen. If a partially human body is wounded, he’ll need some time to recover. If a fully functional human body is wounded, he can actually die from it. When he wants to get out of a situation he just disappears his body and goes back into the sword, leaving others to deal with whatever is happening.

At some point, a heist went terribly wrong and the Zantetsuken was broken into pieces. Everyone thought Goemon was dead, except Lupin who was swearing up and down that Ryusei was still in there. Whether it was wishful thinking / delusion or he could actually feel it was anyone’s guess. Lupin turned out to be right; he brough the Zantetsuken to a master swordsmith and Shinto priest, who managed to reforge the sword, but after-effects still show, in the form of faint kintsugi-like lines on the blade and on Goemon’s skin.

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FUJIKO

Fujiko is a shapeshifter, although her powers are limited – she has two forms, that of a giant spider and that of a woman, and any shape in-between the two. She doesn’t actually need to feed on human flesh like Lupin does with blood, but she likes it, so why give it up, especially when dumb men are lining up. She seduces rich old idiots and gets both a fortune and a nice meal out of it.

Her fully spider form actually has a dozen eyes. She can make them disappear in human form, only leaving the normal two, but she can’t change their color, a solid black. She constantly wears sunglasses, and occasionally full-covering contacts.

She tried to eat Lupin once, but him being a vampire and therefore immortal didn’t really work out well for her. She claims she gave up because he tastes bad. She also claims Jigen is too hairy for her tastes. Meanwhile, Lupin is absolutely turned on by any possible shape she can take, giant man-eating spider included.

Fujiko is most comfortable around Goemon out of all the Gang. That is probably because they both have a non-human form that is more natural to them than their human one, and they feel they can let down their mask around each other and not be judged. They also know that the other’s affection is truly directed at them and not their physique.

Jorogumos have a much longer life span than humans, spanning a few centuries.

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ZENIGATA

Koichi Zenigata’s real name is actually Heiji, the famous detective, but like Goemon he changed his name every couple decades to keep up appearances. He was born a normal human person around the end of the Edo era, and grew up to become a police detective. He dedicated his life to catching Lupin, and eventually realized that he probably wouldn’t be able to catch an immortal and powerful vampire in his lifetime. His solution was to inflict immortality upon himself, something that is considered a curse in this world – only madmen do it willingly, and it always, always ended badly. He ate the flesh of a ningyo, a Japanese mermaid-like yokai that is said to give immortality (you should watch Blood Seal Eternal Mermaid, it’s a great movie). Zenigata doesn’t care about the implications, and he’s actually perfectly content with this situation, as it allows him to run after Lupin unimpeded by aging or by a gap in their skills.

Ningyo flesh grants him nigh-immediate healing from injuries. His strength isn’t increased, but he can use his body to its full capacity, knowing that he’ll heal instantly (he still hurts normally though).

His eyes have an eerie, watery-shaped glow that moves across the irises.

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Lupin and Goemon are both functionally immortal save for a couple of ways to kill them; Zenigata is fully immortal (although the only other known instance of a ningyo-eating immortal, Yaobikuni, died after 800 years, but it’s a myth so he doesn’t really know what will happen); but Jigen and Fujiko only have an extended lifespan of a few centuries. It’s likely Lupin will find ways to make them immortal too, my favorite option being some sort of magical contract that makes them stay alive as long as Lupin is too.

Every six months or so my brain get possessed by my Lupin III monster AU again. This time I had both free time and motivation, so you get drawings!

Lupin: Vampire. He's been around since the Meiji period. The Lupins are a line of vampire sires/sirees rather than a family (they're also thieves).

Jigen: Inugami. In Japanese folklore they are dog spirits that possess people. For most of his life he thought he was a dysfunctional werewolf.

Goemon: Kami. He's the spirit of the sword Zantetsuken. He can take human form and wield the sword himself. His real name is Ryusei (shooting star), he named his human persona after the famous samurai thief.

Fujiko: Jorogumo. In Japanese folklore they're shapeshifting spider yokais who take the form of beautiful women to seduce men and eat them.

Zenigata: immortal by eating ningyo flesh. He figured the only way to keep up with an undead creature like Lupin was to become immortal.

I'll put more detailed info in a reblog!

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A/N: if they were the ghoul boys, eddie would be ryan and steve and y/n would be shane.... just saying. eddie is such a bergara.

summary: “Eddie, we are not going ghost hunting on Halloween.”

warnings: Eddie Munson/reader/Steve Harrington, ghost hunting, established relationship, polyamory, Eddie the scaredy cat, this is more cute than scary just fyi, sexual references

word count: 1241

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“Seriously?” Steve sighed, peeking back at Eddie in the review mirror. 

“Yeah!” Eddie exclaimed, poking his head up between the front seats of Steve’s car. Turning his head to look at the driver, his long hair tickled against your shoulder.

Looking past the metalhead, you shared a look with Steve and then quickly agreed in unison, “no!”

“No, come on,” he pouted, “it’ll be fun!”

Steve’s tongue poked the side of his cheek a bit before he protested, “Eddie, we are not going ghost hunting on Halloween.”

“Why not?”

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time Steve brought a horror movie home from work?” you chimed in.

“Yeah, but that was just a movie,” he turned to face you, then proclaimed, “this is totally different.”

“Really? so you’re not gonna come crawling into my bed in the middle of the night because you’re scared of the monster underneath yours?”

“I mean,” he smirked, “scared or not, I always wanna crawl into bed with you-“

“Eddie!” you cut him off as you felt him press his soft lips against your cheek, “I’m being serious!”

“So am I!”

As the three of you stepped inside the decrepit cabin, flashlights in hand, you hoped and prayed that you wouldn’t inhale any cobwebs before the night was over. 

“…and so, the guy chopped up his entire family into tiny little pieces and ate them…” the dungeon master ominously finished the spooky tale, that he had started all the way back in the car. 

“Hm,” you hummed, linking your arm with Steve’s, and not taking it too much of the story to heart, “cosy.”

“How do you even know that?” Steve asked, scanning his light around the room, illuminating the horrifying state the house was in. The majority of the windows were smashed, and leaves littered the dusty floor. 

“I read it,” he then added under his breath, “in the weekly watcher…” successfully making Steve chuckle.

“Of course, that’s where you’d read that sort of nonsense.” 

“Oh,” he whooshed around, abandoning his leading position, “do you not believe it?”

Tilting your head, you gave him a soft smile, trying your best to sugarcoat it, “It was a really good story, but no, not really.” 

“Just you wait,” he wagged his finger determinedly, “in a few minutes you’ll change your answer,” he turned to face the horror once more, just as if he was a man on a mission, “trust me.” He then took a deep breath and moved to stand in the middle of the room. Flipping his hands, palm up, he presented them in an almost holy fashion, “if there are any spirits here with us tonight, please make your presence known.” he announced out into the space dramatically, “you can make a noise, you can move something, you can even touch one of our jackets-“

“Ew,” you scrunched up your face, “don’t touch my jacket.”

“Okay, fine, ghosts, you can touch my jacket if you want,” he gesticulated slowly with his hands, “but if you touch my girl, you get the holy water, okay?” quickly whipping out a small brightly coloured plastic pistol from his pant pocket, he gave it a cowboy like twirl around his forefinger. 

He’d been playing with the water gun all night, but it was only now that he revealed the contents of it. Staring at the toy, you breathed out a small laugh, “where did you even get holy water?”

“A church, duh.”

“Eddie Munson in a church?” Steve imagined, fighting the urge to just bury his grin in your shoulder, “what, did you burst out in flames as soon as you passed the threshold? Get a nosebleed?”

“You guys laugh now,” he turned to your giggling forms on the sideline, “but you’ll be thankful later when I save our lives.”

“I legit thought that was vodka or something you had in there,” Steve bowed down to whisper in your ear, but because of his amusement, it was still loud enough for Eddie to comprehend. 

“Oh, there was last Tuesday,” Eddie thought back to his latest gig at the hideout, “tonight, it’s holy water, baby!” he stuck out his tongue, attempting to hide his fear with a bit of over-the-top silliness. “Alright,” he tried to centre himself again, “where was I… right, please, members of the Webster family that still haunt this house, I welcome you to communicate with us by-”

Just then, you shifted your stance and your boot accidentally collided with a rusty can on the floor, sending it rolling across the room. The only reaction that got from Steve was just a sharp inhale of breath, but your other partner’s wasn’t quite the same. 

“Jesus Christ, nope!” Eddie quite literally sprinted out the open front door and into the vast, dark forest.

“Eddie, it’s okay, that was just me, it wasn’t a ghost!” you called after him, but all you heard in return was just harsh strings of curses as he hid behind a big tree. 

Looking up to Steve, he asked, “you think he’s okay?” and judging by his expression, he’d clearly predicted this situation as much as you had, walking into this night.

“Probably not…” you let go of his arm and made your way out of the house, searching for your terrified boyfriend. “Eddie?” you located his poor hiding spot and walked around the tree to see him petrified and clutching his water gun for dear life, “hi baby,” you attempted to walk up and hug him, but the plastic weapon immediately trained itself on you.

“Don’t step any closer,” his shaky voice warned, eyes as big as saucers. 

“I swear to god,” you heard Steve sigh, stepping up beside you, “if you start a water fight in October I will actually kill you-“ effectively shutting him up, Eddie spayed the both of your right in the face.

“Urgh, Eddie!” you both groaned, holding up your hands as a shield. 

“Oh, thank god,” he let the water gun drop to the forest floor at once, nearly tearing up from how relieved he was, “they didn’t possess you!”

“Jesus fuck, no Eddie,” Steve cursed, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “no we didn’t get possessed.” 

“Shit, I am so so sorry that I just ran like that,” he darted to embrace both of your drenched bodies. 

“Eddie, it’s okay,” one hand came up to pat his back, while the other kept on rubbing your surely reddened eyes, trying to clear your vision. 

“How about we just head back to the car?” Steve suggested, running his long fingers through his dripping hair, “I think I might have a towel in the back.”

Loosening his tight squeeze, Eddie ran his fingers down your arm and found your hand, interlocking it with his own. “I’m sorry that I ruined Halloween…”

“You didn’t ruin a thing-“ Steve tried, but Eddie's fast eyes flicked up to his wet locks and just had to remark. 

“Uh, you haven’t seen your hair right now.”

“Eddie, you didn’t ruin Halloween, okay?” he placed a hand on the metalhead's cheek, forcing his eyes to meet his own. “Besides,” he smirked, “you’ve both seen me with messed up hair more times than I can count.”

Thinking back to the countless times that he’d spelt out his own name with his tongue while your hands had been deeply entangled in that gorgeous mane, you scoffed dreamily, “you love it.”

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Last part

Taehyung X Male reader

This is the last part of this story line; I’m working on other stories so I’m excited for them!!!!!!

FYI taehyung is gonna be a bit toxic in this one

-angst

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Things had finally started to look up since you and taehyung established your “friendship” even though it was still a tiny weeny bit awkward you still managed to make it a smooth relationship. Taehyung made sure to tell you about his progress and you guys sometimes found yourselves having deep conversation about how he feels and his troubles in your relationship and his past relationships with other people. But of course that’s only from your point of view. Behind closed doors taehyung was a wreck he started drinking more and skipping many of his therapy sessions as he had started to realise that maybe he didn’t have any issues at all and that he just made them up to try and rationalise his past actions towards others, another reason was because he had noticed you talking to someone. Another guy. He obviously knew he couldn’t stop you but the thought that you might spread your legs for someone other than him made him angry.

Your POV:

Taehyung had come over to my apartment to hang out for a couple hours. He did this a lot and it was fun, we’d talk about gossip between other idols and past memories with friends and family. But this time taehyung wasn’t as bright as he normally was. I guess the other members have been to hard on him since our very un-lucky situation.

My phone pinged in my lap I picked it up smiling at the message I had received, lately I had started talking to a guy i met when I was taking a break; he lived in busan and Jesus was he hot. His tanned skin made my mouth water his toned muscles were just perfect. I bit my lip at the thought of what could possibly be in his trunks and how it might feel. Another ping came, I looked again to read the message.

Sung-ho: you should visit me in busan we’ll have fun I promise ㅋㅋㅋ ;)

My heart leapt out my chest. God!!! Why does he have to be so fucking smooth. My attention was directed to taehyungs stern eyes looking at me, “who’s that?” He asked gesturing to my phone. “Oh.. it’s um a f-friend I met them in busan” I said shifting the phone screen so he couldn’t look. “Oh really? Are they a guy?” I looked at him confused “does it matter if it’s a guy?” His eyebrows furrowed but he caught him self. Changing his posture he smiled at me “I’m just worried cause busan men aren’t the best one’s to be dating” he chuckled. “Trust me I know” I replied back. his laugh started to fade as I went back to looking at my phone.

A couple hours later we had decided to watch a movie. I placed the popcorn between us as taehyung settled himself on the sofa, he started to flick through the movies as he read them aloud. We finally chose a film and made ourselves comfortable, the movie characters danced across the screen as I enjoyed the soundtrack that played. 30 minutes into the movie a sex scene comes up, my eyes widens as I hadn’t expected to see the move characters full penis but I want complaining, the girl on tv moaned as she looked at it. Although it looked nice I knew that it was not realistic and most penises didn’t look like that. My thoughts were disrupted when I felt a hand on my thigh I peered over at taehyung to find him sitting expressionless still looking at the TV, I lift up the blanket slightly to find his hand trailing up my thigh toward my dick.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yell jumping off the sofa. Taehyung stands up quickly waving his hands in front of him, “hey calm down it’s just me” he said loudly. “That’s even worse what the fuck is your problem Taheyung!?!?!” I look at him with disgust his face contorts into an angry face “what do you mean confused? You literally wanted it to” he argued. “What’s the difference between me and that random guy your texting with doe eyes huh? We are both guys surely that’s good enough no?” Taehyung flared his hands around as he spoke.

To say I was mad was an understatement I was LIVID “how did you connect the dots of me sitting down watching a movie as me wanting to do that!” I mimics what his hands had previously done. “It’s not ABOUT that y/n!” He yelled. “Then what is it about?!” My brain began to feel fuzzled ,“I thought you were going to therapy we literally talked about your progress yesterday !” “It’s not working alright! I never had issues and I didn’t need therapy I only did it cause I thought you’d take me back after I started to take a couple sessions and brag about the “progress” I made, but instead your too busy sexsting some guy you just met. I can’t fucking take it anymore I don’t want to just be friends I want to date you again okay?! You’ve been laying me off all this time so I had to do something!” I was shocked, he’d been lying to me again?! What?! “Taehyung what the fuck goes through your sick and twisted mind for you to think that I don’t value myself that I’d go back to a cheater! You must’ve gone crazy! And if you knew you shouldn’t go to therapy you could’ve just said you don’t have to make up a lie very two seconds”. My chest was heaving as my heart broke again. “I gave you a chance by making you my friend, what lesson were you gonna learn if I just let you back into my pants again huh? That a couple fucks can solve our problems?”

“If you really love me like you say you do then you would’ve noticed and I wouldn’t have to fucking tell you all the time!” I scoff, “ taehyung I said I loved you notice how it’s past tense and I’m not gonna live my life in way that it revolves around you! I’m not a mind reader so don’t expect me to notice when your upset and immediately drop everything for you, I did that last time and it didn’t stop you from cheating!”

Taehyung chuckled, “here we go again with the cheating move on!” His true selfish side was coming out. “No! Because if it wasn’t for you cheating we wouldn’t be in this situation but I’m kinda happy because I can’t imagine how I could love a selfish asshole like you!”

“Asshole?! Me?! I did nothing but care for you” taehyung yells again. I brushed my hands through my hair gripping at the roots. “Fine if that’s what helps you sleep at night, now please go away because all your doing right know is proving my point.” Taheyung gasped turned around and grabbed his things quickly as he slammed my door shut on his way out.

I laughed a bit. How did I end up thinking he was my Prince Charming. What a fucking joke.

Hi POV:

Fuck! I really messed up doing that, I didn’t even thinking during that whole conversation my mind just went blank and I just said what was coming to my heart and what I’d wanted to tell him since the beginning of this whole friendship. I lifted up my hood and put on my mask as I walked down to wards the main city in dark. I lifted my hand out for a taxi and got in. I looked at my phone. I know I shouldn’t but what else am I supposed to do I need a stress reliever.

And it’s not like I can go back to the dorm with the other guys still being cold towards me.

Fuck it.

Your POV:

The next day I woke up to my 8 o’clock alarm the time I’d usually get up and go to the gym, but under certain circumstances my motivation wasn’t at its highest. After debating for a while I decided that today would just have to be one of those days I picked up my phone from the side table and started going through different apps.

Once I got to twitter I noticed that my name was trending, I rolled my eyes as I knew I’d been dragged into another scandal but what I saw next wasn’t what I was expecting.

A picture taken by Dispatch was posted this morning showing Taehyung with the girl he had slept with at a game together. My heart shattered as I read the caption attached.

“Y/n’s ex seen kissing and hugging the girl he’d cheated on him with”

I couldn’t fucking believe it, this man really couldn’t get more stupid. Does he not care about his image anymore? Or does he think just cause he’s from BTS he gets a free pass to do what ever the fuck he wants. I scrolled down my feed to see another post but this time it was from the government.

@Korea_official_goverment: Due to all the controversy regarding BTS’s Taehyung we have decided to retract all the members diplomatic passports and the “special presidential envoy for future generations and culture” title. We would like to apologise for the sudden announcement but we felt it was an action that needed to be taken as I’m sure no one would want their country to be represented by such an immature person.

-President Moon Jae-in.

I was gob smacked, taehyung had finally done it he’s finally crossed the line that everyone was trying to stop him from crossing.

His POV:

Fuck.

I’d really done it now. Namjoon stood above me with an angry expression- no a livid one. All the other members including our manger looked at me. “What is wrong with you Taehyung how can you just throw away all our hard work!” Namjoon yelled. I couldn’t say anything or rather there was nothing for me to say that could explain my thought process. “Do you even think about the effect your action has on us as a group, it’s not just your life you’ve just ruined it’s ours as well, so please explain to us how you’ve managed to do the one thing we told you not to do huh?!”

I bit my lip as my eyes stayed glued to the ground, “ I don’t know hyung -I just didn’t think something like this would happen”. I was met with silence now that I’d said it out loud I knew it was dumb and that the most as an idol I should’ve thought about the outcome. “I tired everything: therapy, taking walks, talking about my feeling and issues. But as soon as y/n started saying these things I just lost it”

“What things..” Yoongi said in a cold tone, “he said that I was a cheater and that everything is my fault cause I cheated” Yoongi clicked his tongue as he walked towards me. “ so your telling me you ruined our career because you got mad when y/n told you the truth of your actions? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me..”

Fuck.

There It is again, every time I say it out loud I just realise how fucking dumb I am and how selfish I’m getting . What’s wrong with me. Jin stepped forward and placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder “ there is literally nothing we can do to fix this mess apart from release an apology from all of us because at this rate the best case scenario is that we’re gonna get fired worst case is that we lose everything.”

2nd POV:

Later on that day BTS and HYBE released an apology that wouldn’t even make a dent in the shit that they were in.

@BTS_official: we can’t begin to apologise enough to the people we have let down, we by no means are upset that we lost the privilege to represent our country as we can now tell that certain member of our group are not mature enough and clearly can’t help the young youth in Korea as much as the rest of us want to. We will speak to them and hold them accountable for the mess they have once again created with their own free will.

You on the other hand hadn’t been bothered one bit, after deleting your tweet about forgiveness you went on live to promote your new upcoming album but of course as petty as you were you didn’t forget to mention taehyung.

“@y/nsbunny says how do you feel about what’s been going on….. honestly when it comes to certain people and their behaviour once they’ve let you down more than once after promising and even lying to your face about how much progress they’ve made you find that you won’t be surprised when news comes out that they’ve also screwed up their friends lives as well. And I also feel sorry for The other members of BTS because they are the nicest people you’ll ever meet and it’s quite surprising at the personality different between them and Taheyung. So yeah it’s tragic but I’m going to welcome them with open arms if they need the support.”

This statement made headline news even abroad, people started worshiping you like nothing else. Your sales On all your albums sky rocketed and your face was on every billboard in Korea. People praised you for your maturity in not abandoning the other members of BTS just because of Taehyung. And the members themselves thanked you over the phone countless times saying how if it wasn’t for that comment they would’ve definitely lost their life’s work.

The official BTS accounts on all platforms were de activated and they officially went on a hiatus, due to the rapid speed at which they were loosing fans.

But you slept with a smile as you knew taehyung definetly reaped what he sew.

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The end hope you enjoyed my loves Xxxx



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Long Story Short (3/3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Modern AU)

Description : 

Long story short, it was the wrong guy Now I'm all about you I'm all about you

Word Count : 2.2k words

Warning : fluff, ex Steve, Bucky Barnes my beloved, Just Bucky being an amazing partner

Bucky Barnes does not do relationships. Well, to put it in better words; Bucky Barnes did not do relationships until he met you. As a marriage counselor, he had advised many couples to just get a divorce, and even though he had saved a lot of marriages, the bad ones always hurt him more. To be the person to witness unhappy couples was not the best profession. But again, to be the person to save a marriage or bring back the lost love made his profession the best in his mind.

He did not have hope for a future relationship. He tried dating, it did not work out, and then he became the man who always left after the night and never stayed over. Not only that, but he thought his life would remain the same, and he would become a miserable 60 years old that hated lovesick teenagers and would die in his bed alone.

Bucky’s life changed when he met you on the flight. You, with your obvious shittier life, changed everything for him that weekend. And that was two years ago.

He fell in love and that changed it all, things just started falling into place perfectly like a domino effect going smoothly. He called you the moment you landed and asked you out. Likewise, he was scared that what happened back in his hometown was some sort of escape for you. Luckily, it wasn’t, you said yes and he was ecstatic. 

The date went splendidly, you talked about everything from your careers to your embarrassing high school moments that still sometimes haunt you at night. He told you about his family and he came clean about what went down with Dot (She wanted a relationship, he didn’t and then he bolted). It scared you, Bucky was so different, you’ve never been with someone who didn’t plan everything out, but it was exciting nonetheless. He assured you that he wanted a relationship with you because and let's be honest, he was already very smitten.

He thought that was the best weekend of his life. You proved him wrong, every day with you was the best day of his life.

“This is technically our third date,” you suggested.

He gasped, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “This is our first date to me and you’re already trying to get in my pants. Give me some respect, lady.”

You laughed, shoving a hand on his arm playfully, and he held your wrist, bringing your body closer to his. He wrapped his other hand around your waist and leaned down to leave a longing kiss on your lips. “ As much as I would love to stay the night. I wanna do right by you, doll.”

You smiled and leaned in for another kiss, foreheads pressed together, before you jokingly said, “FYI, I have already been in your pants before.”

That was the moment Bucky knew you were the one for him. 

***

Alpine fell in love with Bucky quicker than you could. On the fourth date when Bucky finally let you take him home, Alpine came from her hideout in the kitchen and sat on his feet. Alpine never did that with anyone, your friends had told you that you had the most hostile cat ever. Whenever a new person entered your apartment, Alpine either ignored them or attacked them, but with Bucky, she was affectionate.

For you, it wasn’t one moment that made you realize you were in love. Unlike Bucky, you had a lot of issues to deal with before you could give yourself completely to him.

Bucky never judged you, he gave you the time you needed and never pushed you when he was ready to acknowledge he loved you. 

Of course, the insecurities were also present, you’d have urges to go throw his phone or stalk everyone he follows on Instagram. You told Bucky, hoping he doesn’t call you crazy, but instead he gave you his phone’s password. Yes, now your face could unlock his phone too. He told you he trusted you, and you were it for him so if that’s what you needed to be sure, he would happily oblige and wait for you.

It took you six months to finally acknowledge your love for him.

When you were working on a divorce case, the wife told you that when her husband walked into a room, she didn’t feel anything. You got lost in her story and told her how when your boyfriend, your Bucky was nearby you felt calm, lighter even. She smiled and told you she would like to have a love like that. And your mind just went, ‘Holy shit, I am in love with Bucky’. After wrapping up for the day, you immediately rushed towards Bucky’s office, you couldn’t wait to tell him about your recent discovery.

You sat across from him at his office, anxiously fiddling with your finger. “Bucky, I need to tell you something important.”

He looked up from the file on his table and closed it before giving you all of his attention. He always did that which made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Go ahead, doll. I’m all ears.”

 “I... I need to tell you something important.”

He nodded his head, encouraging you to go ahead.

You exhaled and said, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

Bucky studied your features, concern quickly replaced intrigue. This is it, he thought. You’ve realized that he was a rebound and now you were breaking up with him.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

 “I love you.”

You both said at the same time.

“What?” you queried, standing up from your seat and moving towards his chair.

You settled on his lap, cradling him, one of his hands rested on your thigh and the other on your lower back, holding you still on his legs. “What?” 

“I love you,” you confessed, taking his cheeks in your palms and you gently pressed a kiss on his lips.

“Say that again,” a grin spread across his face, the corner of his lips almost reached his ears.

“I love you,” you said, beaming with adoration in your eyes.

“God, doll. I love you so much.”

***

After dating for a year, you decided to move in together. Every day with you had been the happiest day of Bucky’s life. It had been exactly two years since you met Bucky and he was so head over heels for you that sometimes he couldn’t even voice it. Maybe that is why he had a velvet box in his pocket, so that he could express his love for you without gathering the courage to say it.

Both of you decided that for your second anniversary, you were going to have dinner in your shared apartment that you made home. You planned to order take out with movies followed by lovemaking, whereas Bucky planned to make you his fiancé by the end of the night - which was also followed by intense lovemaking.

While on his way home, he stopped to pick up your favorite flavor of the cake. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he quickly picked it up without checking who it was.

“Hey, pal,” Steve’s voice greeted him, taking him by surprise. Bucky hadn’t talked to his best mate since - well, since he found out what he did to you. Bucky was furious that he hurt you like that and made you doubt yourself. The selfish part of Bucky was thankful, not for hurting you, but for leaving you because Bucky couldn’t imagine a life without you. And hopefully, after the proposal, he wouldn’t have to.

“Steve,” Bucky said. A silence lingered where both of them could hear the other breathing, but none of them knew what to say, if anything was even left to say. Both of them broke the silence together at the same time.

“Peggy and I are getting a divorce.”

 “I’m going to propose to Y/N.”

 “You what?” Steve asked.

“No, you what?” Bucky countered.

Steve exhaled through the device connecting two old pals and spoke, “Yeah, we tried, but it just didn’t work out. I don’t even know why I went back after the first time. I lost so much by just doing that.”

Both of them were aware of what he was talking about; you. Steve lost you from falling into old patterns with his ex-wife. Steve regretted it. Peggy’s pregnancy wasn’t planned and when she told him, he tied down the knot for the sake of his future family. It took Steve two months to realize that he loved you and not his wife. He didn’t contact you, you asked him not to. The only reason he invited you to his wife’s baby shower was so that he could win you back. He hoped seeing him would make you want him again, but when you walked in with his best friend’s hand in yours, he didn’t know how to react. He had lost you to Bucky of all people and he hated his mate for this, for taking away the best thing in his life. 

“Are you sure about her?” Steve questioned, hoping to raise some doubts and second thoughts in his best pal’s mind. He knew that was wrong, but he desperately wanted you back. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Bucky answered dreamily and Steve could feel his heart crack.

Steve should have stopped, he shouldn’t have relented but Steve wasn’t a good man like you thought he was. Good men don’t cheat on women, good men aren’t selfish. “It's gonna change everything between us, pal. Is she worth it?”

 “Yes.”

Bucky didn’t hesitate in his answer and hung up the phone instantly. He realized quickly that anything that separated him from you or even tried to was not going to be in his life. Bucky was a possessive man and he would die rather than give up his two best girls, you and Alpine.

***

When Bucky came back, you didn’t expect him to kiss you so feverishly, as if he let you go, he’d lose you. He would never lose you, that you were sure of.

Your anniversary went down as you planned. Eating pizza and talking while the movie became a background noise was peaceful, domestic and everything else you desired. You could spend the rest of your life like this. Just you and him — and Alpine, obviously. 

Bucky was hiding something that much you could feel. You both always knew when something was up with the other. A tiny part of your brain panicked that maybe Bucky was cheating on you. He wasn’t; there were no signs, but your brain always mustered up the worst condition as a defense mechanism.

So, when Bucky got down on one knee with a ring in his hand as you were bringing the cake from the kitchen, tears welled up in your eyes. Bucky gently took the cake from you and placed it on your dining table before getting a hold of your hands in his.

“Doll,” he started, and tears were already starting to stream down your face. “ I love you so much that it physically hurts me sometimes. I never thought I would be fortunate enough to be happy, but God, you make me so happy and I can’t even…”

A lump formed in his throat and he tried again, “I had this whole speech planned and now I can’t even get a sentence out without crying. They make it look so easy in those rom coms.”

You chucked, stifling a sob that was threatening to break out. ” Nothing about us has been conventional. I mean, from the way we met to the way I’m proposing, but that is what I like about us. You are already my home, my family, my everything and I would like you to be my wife too. So, Y/N Y/L/N, would you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me? ” 

“Yes! God, yes, Bucky.” you beamed, holding his palm tightly, supporting him to stand up. He situated the ring on your finger before claiming your lips in his. He kissed you with so much passion and adoration that you felt that even if the earth swallowed you whole at that moment, you still wouldn’t mind. You’ll be glad because you got the opportunity to know and love a man like Bucky. 

After the very anticipated and passionate lovemaking, you settled your head on Bucky’s chest, limbs tangled together, and his arms wrapped around you, igniting you with warmth and love, so much love.

“Alpine is gonna get mad that I took her man,” you remembered, repeating the words you said all those years ago in a hotel room. You did not know where it was going then but God, you wanted it to go somewhere. Somewhere like this, engaged to him.

Bucky chuckled, reminiscing that night and weekend before pulling you closer, placing a kiss on top of your head and promised, “Alpine is not the love of my life, my future wife, my everything, doll. You are.”

TAGS : @ladydmalfoy​ @niffala​  @vicmc624​ @leyannrae​ @priii​

[rainbowwriting]

Hi, i don't really know if you still answer questions but I thought I'd give it a shot. Fair warning this will probably be a little long lol. So I am currently writing an urban fantasy book series where the main character is non-binary. This character had a twin and they were separated when they were very young. He(the twin) since then has always believed the MC to be dead along with their parents. Years later, they meet again but they don't recognize each other. The MC was adopted by another important family. They also have a very unique power that they hide, that is genetic but has been dormant in their family (it was initially tied to them being their assigned gender at birth, but that obviously became problematic so I changed it).

The problem I'm running into is that the brother keeps referring to his twin, who he believes to be dead, by their birth name, essentially dead-naming the MC. He only does it in front of other characters, obviously unintentionally, primarily because he doesn't trust the MC because he believes their family is responsible for his entire family's death (which to be fair is true, because the MC's adoptive grandmother basically kidnapped them), but he doesn't know that. The reveal comes later on in the series and when the brother realizes that the MC is their twin he obviously respects their pronouns and doesn't call them by their dead name (He didn't know he was even doing it before), but now I run into the problem of the readers knowing the MC's dead name and I don't know if that's extremely bad...

Another thing I'm unsure about is that the MC is extremely morally gray. They have dangerous magic and have killed a lot of people(mainly because of their grandmother raising them to be the Witch Council’s Executioner). This has NOTHING to do with their gender, but I'm afraid some may see it as me saying non-binary people are dangerous. Again, that's NOT the intention and I'm trying my hardest to write this in a way to show there is no correlation. But I feel like i need a second opinion. I don't really want to change the MC to not being enby, primarily because the entire concept of this series started from the idea of a non-binary witch(which btw, also has nothing to do with gender but instead describes the type of magic they use).

Lastly, (and sorry again that this is so long), the series ends with the MC dying. Again, I don't want this to seem like I'm playing into the 'bury your queers' trope. In a nutshell, their best friend(who ends up marrying their twin) gets posessed and she becomes very dangerous so the MC uses the unique power that I mentioned above, at their best friend's request (basically their power is that they can forcefully take another person's magic, but this ends up killing that person). (This is also why they became the Witch Council’s Executioner). And because they basically kill their twin’s wife, he ends up using the same type of magic to kill them. It's very complicated and I don't know if my explanation makes ANY sense whatsoever, but yeah. Again I don't want to contribute to the 'bury your queers' trope.

I'm sorry this was so hectic, but I've been trying to figure out a way around these issues for literally almost 2 years lol. FYI, the MC is not the only character in the story to be part of the LGBTQ comunity. I am part of the community as well, but I don't identify with the MC's identity, so I wanted to maybe get some other opinions. Thank you for any help you can offer.

all i can really say tbh is that i think youre being a little too hard on yourself. let me go thru the points in order:

1- knowing the nonbinary character's deadname there is a reason that the name is known. it can be uncomfortable to think of this happening to a real person, but a character in a story is not a real person. reading through, it makes perfect sense that the brother would deadname his sibling simply because he *doesnt know*. and theres a *pretty good reason*, being that the sibling could be in danger for coming out. being nonbinary myself, i dont see an issue

2- morally grey nonbinary character i honestly think that sanitizing a nb character to be perfect pure and good is worse sometimes. it, to me, feels performative to have nb characters be perfect good people for the sake of ''good rep''. good rep is better when the character feels like a real person, good bad and all in between. it means theyre not demonized for being nonbinary. it means that theyre treated respectfully by the story and not forced into stereotypes or pushed aside. its like the ''strong female character'' archetype: a lot of people misinterpret that as meaning the character is physically strong, but it really means that the character has depth and the audience can emotionally connect with them & theyre not just for a performance of diversity or eye candy

3- nb mc dies, is it bury your gays? i've mentioned before (in the pinned post as well as elsewhere) that the trope ''bury your gays'' (and all its character-specific varieties) is a queerbaiting trope. its used to demoralize us by saying we dont deserve happiness and used as an out by queerphobic writers so they can draw in their gay audience without committing. generally, it is invoked when the queer character finds happiness or success and then is killed for shock value or simply because it is demoralizing

specifically, if youre afraid of accidentally invoking this trope, ask yourself a simple question:

"can this death be avoided and the story still make sense?"

if its sensible for the character to live, then let them live. if theres no way around the death, then let them die. does the brother know his wife is possessed? for all he knows, did the mc kill his wife for no reason? on the flip side, what does the death do for the narrative? is it a tragedy, meant to invoke sadness or hopelessness in the reader? does the death impact other characters meaningfully? the reader just as much?

basically, worry less about what a reader might think and focus more on the message youre trying to send. every part of art is meant to communicate an idea to your readers. your narrative, plot, characters, and tropes are all just tools to get your point across

[honeybunhalo]

Kara/Lena adopt Superboy AU Notes (Part 1)

I’m finally delivering on the content for this Supercorp AU

This is a Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor and Superboy (Kon-El) centric story. Specifically focused on exploration of one's identity and how you define yourself with the many aspects of your life and choices you made as well as what you consider important and precious to you. The effects of being constrained by how you were born and finding those who love you for who you are and don't ask you to change the core of your being to fit in. — this is not an action packed story at all.

Here are some of the ideas I have for this or things I thought Kon had in common with Lena and Kara that I find compelling.

Lena concepts:

Lena gets to know another Luthor, her biological nephew, who isn’t a trash person and is someone to not just for her to protect but who’s existence assures her that it isn’t blood that makes someone bad and maybe she isn’t so different from other people and she’s not “irredeemable”. Sometimes he reminds her of her older brother when he was kind to her growing up. Likewise, everyone usually sees the Lex in Kon as an inherently bad thing and thus he learns to hide it and hate himself for it. Lena presents an alternate because she remembers bittersweetly a simpler time when she looked up to her brother. Not everyone sees the Luthor genes in him as a threat, Lena finds it comforting to be able to help someone like her in a way she was never helped as a young girl. 

Lena thinks she can’t interact with kids well, much less the kid Lex had grown in a lab, but she totally warms up to him and can talk to him about familial rejection (via Clark) and if it’s because he’s a Luthor and if that makes him wrong. Is it because he’s artificial? Is it because he’s some strange illegitimate lab child? Smothering this kid with love and protection.

Plus Kon is like Kara in more than just being kryptonian but also in dorkiness. Lena’s life is just trying to wrangle an overpowered golden retriever and her lab puppy. She can’t stay mad at them for long.

Lena finding she is capable of loving and being loved and being with Kara makes it harder to ignore the crush she has on Kara. They talk together about love and acceptance now they have a shared kid they don’t want to hide personal things from that could later hurt him and many things become open secrets in their now shared house. Soon enough, it becomes obvious she needs to be truthful with Kara about her own feelings for her. 

Lena could learn about the difficulties of hiding being an alien that Kara had to deal with and the onslaught and exhaustion of developing powers in young kryptonians. She gets to see first hand what it does to a child and wonders how that must have affected Kara’s emotional development and sense of self. 

Lillian and Lex won’t get anywhere near this kid if Lena has something to say about it. Lena knows what it’s like to be the odd one out in a family and for people to reject you for simply existing from other people's sins

Kara concepts:

Kara recounts how she felt like a failure waking up on earth to find out Kal had grown up without her. Now she can maybe make peace with that by taking in Kon even if everything that motivates her choices with him is primarily for kons sake. 

Kara can share with another person krypton's history and culture which is something she’s had to keep seperate from her primary identity for years now *cough* it’s almost like she’s an immigrant who has to hide her identity and culture to be accepted and you could use that in the story *cough* 

Kon lived through being created as a lab rat and the only living experiment left. Kara could sympathize with his own grief from her experience with survivors’ guilt. 

Being open with Kon so that he doesn’t feel that same overwhelming pressure when she was told to hide with a human family also gives room for Lena to learn more about the world Kara came from beyond what she knows from interviews from Superman. Having Kara speak openly about her life on Krypton is much more personal and feels much more real than any article could do. 

Teaching Kon how best to control his powers and her and Lena being able to have the resources for him to do so safely 

Alex is very alarmed by the new addition to the family, mostly because how shitty Clark was in relation to the kid. From her perspective, this is not the first time the guy has dumped an unwanted kryptonian child on someone else’s doorstep. Whatever, she gets to buy leather jackets for her new nephew and be scary overprotective of him. “I don’t care if you think you’re nearly invulnerable at your age, do you have ANY IDEA what type of trouble your mother got us into when we were growing up? Or even when she just started hero work?”

Conner Kon-Cepts:

His sort-of-aunts can be his adoptive moms and be much better to him than his biological dads ever were to him in the comic canon. Kon actually being allowed to be close to other Superman family members!!! I need it like the air I breathe. Kon could get to know a Luthor that isn’t trying to hurt him or use him. Someone who defies part of why (Kon thinks) Superman could never accept a thing like him. 

(I have too many things to say to put in a brief bullet point just know that he’s my fav little boy and I think that he deserves parents who would love him unconditionally and Lena and Kara deserve to live a slower life where they can be cute and domestic)

(If he’s raised by these two then I can give a solid reason as to why we just ignore all the blatant misogynistic and horny writing from the 90s comics that made me really uncomfortable and didn’t completely fit with his given backstory especially with how over the top the specialization was. It helps make up for that)

Kon has to deal with being constantly compared to his two genetic fathers mirroring how Kara and Lena both are constantly being compared to Superman and Lex Luthor as they are the female counterparts of those two more infamous members in their respective families

Kara and Kon have very complementary stories and could become what the other needs to fill a hole in each of their hearts. Canon is way too personally tragic. I’d rather have a bittersweet world that’s also soft so I can spend more time with slow paced character analysis.

(In the beginning, Kon’s much more timid given he’s still so young and is coping with being rejected by superman. The tone at the beginning of the story is very serious. As the story unfolds, kon will loosen up to be goofier like his comic counterparts personality)

Both Clark and Lex don’t deserve this kid in any way. If all they are gonna do is mistreat or neglect him in their own ways, Kon is better off with his aunts. 

Conclusion:

Kara and Lena can be happy together by fully trusting themselves with each other in domestic bliss for once AND Kon doesn’t have to cry his eyes out knowing he’s an unwanted experiment child who is “undeserving” of family and home who never got to experience childhood

Everyone who's always saying “you can’t trust a Luthor” better shut their trap when Kara walks in with Kon-El Luthor, her newly adopted son, and her fiancé, Lena Luthor. These new moms will tear you apart if you try to instill that internal hatred of being a Luthor in their son’s young mind. 

Kara and Lena both defying what people say about them and instead raising a well adjusted boy from both their warring families. 

Kon is gonna be raised by a true power couple.

DC refuses to deliver on giving this boy a home or parents so I’m gonna do it instead. Just look at the family they could be together:

(FYI: This has nothing to do with the version of Superboy in the Young Justice cartoon TV show, so if you’re only familiar with that you may be a bit confused about this Superboy who that one was loosely based on. This whole punk fitted kid is indeed a real character and I stay pretty close to his original design from 1993.)

[hohoz]

How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general 

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry) 

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore 

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner 

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages. 

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline. 

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude. 

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family. 

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary 

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg. 

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8 

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories 

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno 

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka 

Revelations 3 - Dracula 

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted 

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve. 

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here 

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V 

Chris Redfield 

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom 

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta) 

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY 

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline 

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT 

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game: 

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best. 

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)  - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal) 

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip. 

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this 

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person) 

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8 

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers. 

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories) 

Now let’s look at this 

BSAA 

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ? 

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus 

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities 

My Predictions: 

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA 

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose) 

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired 

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk 

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs) 

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3