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chocominnie · 3 years

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Desperado — 10 (M) | JJK

Pairing: Badboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary : A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing.

Genre: Mature/ Mafia!Jungkook

Trailer: xxxxx preview 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Word Count : 8.4k ( worth of pure smut)

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak…High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, murder, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging…

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The lady in the photo is in no doubt, Jungkook’s mother. The missing one. The lady that he oh so desperately wanted to find is now roaming the streets of Seoul, all right infront of him. Her appearance has changed a lot. She’s grown her hair out again and her bangs are the same considering the last time he saw her, her hair was in a short hairstyle. The way her skin hasn’t aged a bit had let you know that she’s been taking care of herself well these past few years.

Short, petite with a very slim body. The big noticeable change is her slim figure. Although she had always been that way, it just looked a bit more.. prominent than before. Alexander Wang, that’s the blouse she had been wearing with her black pants and dainty little black shoes to match. The purse in question was designer. It she seems she had been living financially well these past years away from her abandoned son. How can one live so well, knowing that their son was in danger. Complete danger and traumatized from that man since the day she had left. Did she even bother to search? At all? Search the way that Jungkook did day and night for a year straight exactly after her disappearance.

It was cold nights handing out flyers to people and asking to hang her picture up in any store that would allow him. He was only a teenager for fucks sakes, he didn’t know what else to do. The one thing Jungkook knew he couldn’t do, and hated it, was go to the police. Going to the police meant betrayal to the mafia family. Betrayal to his father, betrayel to all is uncles, betrayal to everyone.

So he did everything he was allowed to do. Won-Shik participated with him. Only to act as if he really cared that his wife “disappeared” into thin air. Calling on a search, that was fake, for her and telling his guys and the big guys above him to do anything in their power to make it look like she had vanished. Jungkook didn’t know that though. Jungkook only knew that his mother wasn’t there that morning preparing his breakfast alongside the maid that wasn’t there either. So he did what any other teen who’d been way too attached to their mother, and freaked out.

In reality, Won-Shik and Kim Eunji, his mother’s name, had previously argued about Jungkook before her sudden disappearance. The night before had been Jungkook’s last year in primary school and he was going to be off to his first year in middle school when the summer break was over. Won-Shik insisted that Jungkook had started going through his puberty phase the past month. Eunji agreed but deep down she had known what that would mean. It’s something she had dreaded since giving birth to him. A mother wants to keep their child safe and cared for forever. To her, Jungkook was her entire world and he was to always come first before anyone else. Including Won-Shik.

Nevertheless you cannot over-power a mafia man. Oh no not at all. Won-Shik had told her prior to her giving birth to his heir, that if he was to be a boy then he would have to begin his training when his puberty started. Becoming a man physically meant that you are more than ready to become one of the mafia. Jungkook had that coming since birth and there was no escape around it.

The couple had argued about that the night of her disappearance. She’d begged him to not put her son through that. She’d even offered to give birth to another son, because her Jungkook was way too sweet and precious to endure the trauma that was yet to come. Jungkook, back then, couldn’t even hurt a fly. Instead he’d try to save that little fly from being squished or swatted to death.

Won-Shik wasn’t having it. His first son has to be the heir and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Other than threaten the man of taking her child and herself to somewhere where he couldn’t find them. That was the icing on the cake for him. The sentence to make that time bomb tick right into it’s position. No one has ever threatened Won-Shik, and if they did they didn’t make it far out that room. Eunji didn’t care that night though, she’d had enough of him and his ways. She knew the power of him and she knew the disgusting things he does for a living and did not want Jungkook turning out to be the same way.

To be completely real, Eunji had been planning prior to their arguement, to take Jungkook and herself to the states. She had been planning it for two years prior to the arguement, plotting and taking down Won-Shik’s every move while also planning hers. Her plan was to pretend that it was going to be a normal day. She would plan to take Jungkook to school that day, instead of the house-maid. Little did her husband know that the house-maid was on her side. Considering all the things Eunji had done and provided for her, and her also seeing and being a victim of the animalistic ways of Won-Shik, she was completely rooting for her.

Of course, the house-maid was to be left in great hands if Eunji’s plan had gone through correctly. Instead of taking Jungkook to school, she was planning on taking the two of them to the airport with both of their one-way tickets and passports. Before entering they would have changed clothes, changed their hair, and changed their entire physical appearance before abandoning the car.

The states. A new identity. A new beginning.

That never fucking happened.

Won-Shik, had given in to her threat that night of aruging. Only partially though. She did get to go away, far, far away. Just not with Jungkook. He made her make a choice. Either she gets to go far, far, away for disrespecting him, or Chung Hee would live a life of poverty for the rest of his life. Eunji had to make that tough decision of leaving her nest of eggs, but she only did it to keep both of them alive and well lived.

One would think, what does Chung Hee, the boy who was Jungkook’s bestfriend but seemingly the son of the maid, have to do with Jungkook’s mother? Well, Choi Chung Hee was in fact Kim Eunji’s son as well. The one she was pregnant with prior to meeting Won-Shik. He hated the fact that she had someone elses child inside of her when she had told him. Eunji had been only a month pregnant with Chung Hee when she was forced to marry Won-Shik. Despite having no choice at all to marry him, all she wanted was for him to not kill the human being growing week by week in her stomach. He had obliged, as she had said yes unwillingly to the marriage, but the boy wasn’t to be raised within the house they lived in.

Growing up, Jungkook had zero clue that Chung Hee was his half brother. He also had zero clue that Chung Hee, was actually Lee Sungmin.

Since then it has been two days since you’ve last seen his mother. When you did apologize that morning to her, you said nothing else more. It was the complete fear and utter shock that possesed you like a spirit that made you run away. It was also the news of Minlee’s death that made it even worse. One soul left this earth, another one came walking right through that cafe door.

Things really hit rock bottom since then. This morning it was said on the news that the two parents of Kang Minlee had also taken their lives. They left a suicide note that will be released to the public if other family members wish to. You didn’t know how to react or what to even do at that point except for cry a little more like you did lastnight. Your mother had been attempting to comfort you these apst two days, but she also had things to deal with at work and with your father. These past couple of days it felt as if you had no one. Not even Jungkook.

You don’t care for the morning announcements that play over the intercom. Art class doesn’t serve you any purpose anyways. You always dread this class. The teacher has a bubbly personality that just screams sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows-everywhere. She doesn’t stop talking so the classmates have to remind her to get on with the teaching subject rather her outside events.

“Psst”

The noise comes from your left side so you pick your head up from the cold table, that had been replaced by desks recently, and look up. There he is. Jeon Jungkook staring right down at you with a smirk. His school jacket hangs over his shoulder, so the only thing he has on is his school dress shirt. My oh my, it’s a sight to see because his biceps were outlined by the white button up and tie.

“ Mr Jeon.” You whisper, shaking your head with a small smile. He sit’s next to you making sure that his chair was way too close to yours. You don’t mind it though. His presence was always either amusing or annoying. Hopefully the first.

“ You alright?” Jungkook begins to pull out some snacks out of his book bag. One pink wrapped bread pastry and the other is an apple juice box with pororo the penguin on it.

You silently laugh to yourself when he pokes the straw through, “ Apple juice?” The boy looks cute when he sips through the straw with a smile on his face. Jungkook nods his head, finishing the juicebox and placing it down.

“ Did you eat?”

It’s not like you forgot on purpose.

“ Yes.” It was a lie but you didn’t feel to hear a lecture from him. “ So... the news.. I’m sorry about the uh.. loss?” Jungkook says, clearly awkward to begin with.

He doesn’t seem the type to know how to comfort things of this situation anyways so you excuse his awkwardness and thank him. It doesn’t help the fact that you still havent told him about his mother being back. That would also be an awkward conversation. Skipping it would be harmful, but his reaction could go either way to the news. Now may not be the time.

No matter how many times you refuse Jungkook’s offer throughout the rest of the class of a piece of his food, he will not take no for an answer. In return you had bargained with him that if you were to take one bite, he would stop asking for the rest of the day. Of course he said no he wouldn’t. You gave in and took a bite of his pastry anyways because maybe he would atleast stop for the rest of the class time remaning.

The teacher announces partners off for the upcoming art project. Pottery. Just your luck. Even worse, Jungkook is your partner. You look over at him and he’s just smiling ear to ear for getting to be your partner. It hits you that your first real interaction with Jungkook was him doing pottery in the pottery art room. Now there will be no way you two fail, because to your knowledge he’s an expert that will get you an A on this project. Maybe being his partner isn’t so bad.

When the entire class arrives to the pottery room, Jungkook immediately takes your hand to lead you to the back of the classroom. Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion when he sits you down at one of the potter’s wheel. He tosses you one of the two aprons that he snagged out the bin, in the front of the classroom, on the way in.

“ Jungkook? Why so sudden?”

“ Because..” He pauses, bending down to your level from behind, letting his arms snake around yours, causing you to tense up. The teacher could see you at anytime, and that worried you. “ Jungkook the students and tea-”

“ I’ll kill them if they mention us.” His voice is cold and harsh when he whispers it in your ear. The shivers run through your body like ocean waves. It’s not funny, but it also made you tingle a bit, in a not so appropriate way.

The students all seem to be more interested in the semi-wet clay than anything else. Jungkook on the other hand, is way too excited to teach you one of his favorite hobbies. That cute bunny smile doesn’t leave his face as he guides you throughout the entire class on how to mold and shape on the wheel. His soft hands are pressed against yours, guding your hands up and down the clay. It momentarily takes your mind off of everything and all the drama and news.

He brings your two index fingers in to dip in the outside top of the clay to make it out into a heart as you both glide your fingers around it to pinch the bottom into a perfectly shaped heart bowl. The way his bangs touch the top of your head, and the look of concentration on his face is all too cute. You feel safe in his arms, his body heat against yours with the snug feeling against your body. It feels.. perfect.

“ You’re doing good.” He says, removing his hands from yours. You look at the heart shaped bowl as the wheel slowly stops spinning. Perfectly shaped, and would look even better painted. “ How did you learn pottery?”

All this time he never told you how or what made him want to take up pottery. Espescially someone as cold hearted as him. It still doesn’t seem the type of thing to fit his personality. “ I learned when my mother went missing. I had to take my anger and put it somewhere. So I used pottery to calm myself down.”

His mother. The one that you know is currently back and that you, out of all people, she ran into. In this exact moment, you don’t know what to say. Either it was the sudden shock that made you shut up, or just for the sake of not opening your mouth about what you saw. Jungkook suspects your sudden behavior. He caught on to you when you looked down at your lap and began to play with your fingers, tapping them on your lap. You’re keeping something from him. He doesn’t like that.

It’s not like he wont find out one way or another. Considering your phone is wired to his and he still gets all of your text messages and calls. Over the past couple of days you’d been recieving all types of grieving messages from people about Minlee. It, once again, was weird for him to be reading it as he is the killer of her and her family. No, it was no suicide. If one went by herself, then it would make sense the family would have to go with her. So Jungkook did what he had to do, all while they were planning Minlee’s funeral. Her parents didn’t even make it to the funeral arrangements office that day.

Nevertheless, there is not a single grain of regret in him. As any outside interuptions are done for. The only one left is Lee Sungmin. That annoying brat that can’t take a hint. Soon enough your art class had ended and the rest of your classes had went by fast. Jungkook ended up placing the heart bowl you two made into the kiln and wont be ready for another day.

“ Yn!”

Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you turn your head towards the sudden voice. The hallways are crowded again with the students anticipation of getting to go home or heading to study classes. You both make eye contact but you’re the one to break it first. It’s been a while. It’s been a long while since you guys had spoken to each other. Considering where things were left off at, it’s going to be one hell of a conversation.

“ Listen.. can we talk? I can walk with you home.. I just wanna clear some things up.” His voice is small, contradicting though at the way you might respond. The hairs on you neck stand up when he begins to walk with you. Is it a good idea?

You sigh, “ Yeah we can talk.” The boy smiles at your response. He’d been hoping to make things seemingly right since then.

“ Is it heavy?”

You cock an eyebrow up at him in confusion. “ What?”

Sungmin chuckles again then points at your backpack. You glance in the direction of his finger then back at him. He doesn’t give you the time to respond before he’s the one now carrying it for you with ease.

The moment you step outside you look at the clouds that filled with sorrow and colored grey. The two of you say nothing on the way to the subway station, and even on the subway. Disregarding it as him possibly thinking for the right words to say, you don’t mind the quietness at all. Your house is 10 minutes away after you take the subway to your neighborhood. That means he would have that much time to start speaking.

“ I love you.”

You nearly choke on your spit at that sudden sentence. Though you knew it had been obvious from the jump, it still suprises you. Sungmin glances down at you awaiting your response again. The blood rushes from your cheeks all so fast when you bite your lip. This time, you truly don’t know how to respond to it.

“ Can we please establish our feelings for each other.”

They aren’t there anymore, atleast you think. Its no doubt you are head over heels for Jungkook. It’s also no doubt that Sungmin ideally would be the right choice. Jungkook has shown you a different side to him and he has potential, a lot of potential, to be officially yours soon.

‘’ Listen Sungmin, Jungkook and I-”

“ That bastard doesn’t give a fuck about you. Im telling you from seeing it with my own eyes Yn. He just plays with girls and tosses them to the si-”

“ Our relationship isn’t like that! Stop downplaying him Sungmin! Just because you have a bad history between him, dont put me through it.” You semi-yell, causing Sungmin to jump a little.

To be honest, you really didn’t know what your relationship is with Jungkook.

Sungmin knew you liked Jungkook. He also knew you had atleast something for him as well, but your heart belonged to Jungkook. He hates it. He hates the fact that you fell for someone who’s a monster, and your just his ticking time bomb.

“ Listen..” He sighs. visually cringing at what he’s about to say next. Only two more turns until you’re at you destination. Thank god. “ Just know I tried to warn you. Just know, I’ll always be here and when shit turns left I won’t judge you. I’ll just wait for you to come to me on your own.”

That was your breaking point. Instead of making a scene, you start walking faster all while leaving Sungmin behind. He doesn’t make an effort to catch up to you because he knows that it would just make things worse. The clouds hang high but with the few droplets on your way to open the gate to the house. A wave of thunder roars, shaking the ground you stand on. The downpour of rain is sudden but you make it to the door just in time and walk right in.

What you didn’t notice is the midnight purple lamborghini across the street from your house. The engine purrs a consistent sound with the weight of Jeon Jungkook sitting right in the drivers seat. He’d beat you to your house, only because before coming out the school he saw Sungmin with you. That annoying brat. To the looks of him, he knew that Sungmin would try something. He had his gut feeling telling him that. As if the annoying boy didn’t get the memo the first time that you didn’t want him.

It annoys Jungkook to his max that you still hang out with Sungmin. The more you hang out with him the more he gets attached to you and he hates the thought of another man wanting you other than him. You are his. You belong to him. Since the day he marked you, he knew what he’d signed himself up for.

He also knows that he’s officially fallen in love with you. You remind him so much of his mother that he can’t get enough of you. He desperately wants to fill that missing piece of his heart, where his mother belongs, with your love. To him and his mind, you are the one who can replace his mother and robbed childhood with your love. It’s always been about you, and for you.

In a matter of time, if he doesn’t get his shit together and his plans, you will be dead. No doubt. It will be in the name and hands of his father, Won-Shik. Time is up. Jungkook knows that anyday now your name will be in the damn newspapers and all over the news.

The plan is, is that he’d keep stalling all the way till graduation. It’s not like him to take this long, not at all. If anything, in situations like this it would of taken him a month max to get you done for. The original plan of his though, was to get inside your head and get close, but not as close as you are with him now, and have you tell him everything about that sweet dad of yours. Every. Single. Last. Thing.

He was to become bestfriends with you. Sweeten you up a bit with his charm and flash around his money to you because what chaebol wouldn’t. Any girl would, and still do, dream of being Jeon Jungkook’s bestfriend. Especially girl bestfriend. Let alone, even, girlfriend. Girls have been swooning over him since the beginning of highschool and here you two are in your senior year.

Nevertheless you two have become more than just friends over the past months. It is no secret that he’s fallen for you. The consequences that come with that is the hard thing for him. With graduation in May, there isn’t much time left at all.

Jungkook’s thoughts are interuppted by a vibration of his phone. He wasn’t expecting anyone work related to call or text right about now. In fact, he didn’t even want to pick up any calls or recieve any texts today at all. There’s too much on his plate, today and the past week were exhausting him to his limits, and all he wants to do is get away from this stress-related world for the day.

Naekkeo : What are you up to right now, Mr Jeon Jungkook.

The boy lets out a small chuckle after reading your dramatic variation of his name. Nobody but his cleanup crew calls him mister, so it humors him a bit because you wouldn’t ever seem to be the one to be apart of such crew.

He quickly took a pre-saved picture from his camera roll of him shirtless at the gym, and sends it to you. The last thing he wanted you to know is that he is watching you from outside your house. Little did he know, you had come inside and went straight to your room to study piano lessons. You’d been slacking off lately, and it was absolute news to you when your Piano teacher had asked you to play a couple solo’s at the school’s graduation party. Practicing for that event would be rather easy to you, but making a good impression on the important people there mattered more for you to perfect your skills by then.

The piano sits in your room, right next to the window that conviently lets you see the road outside your house. You doubled back when you saw Jungkook’s car right outside your house, from your window. He hadn’t let you know beforehand that he would be here, let alone how he knew your address anyways. So you decided to shoot him a text to see if he’d lie or not about his current location.

He did.

You weren’t expecting the picture that had come with it though.

Staring at the phone in your hands, you click the picture to open it more. He has a soft smile upon his face while holding his phone slightly up above him making sure to show off his six pack. He’s all sweaty, wearing grey sweatpants that hang a little low off his hips to the point where you can see his v-line portruding out.

Something about that picture surely sets you off. The wetness between your thighs are no match for your underwear. The picture wasn’t supposed to be a lewd one that he sent, but you can’t help yourself. The last time you two had did something of that such, you didn’t notice his toned muscles. You were way too into wanting him to fuck you senseless and screaming his name.

Just like right now.

Your mind races through your thoughts of being possibly caught at your Piano desk right now, but thats the exciting part to you about it. Sure, your mom isn’t home yet, and a little lewd photo to send to him right now wouldn’t hurt right? Considering the way he blatently lied to you today, a little funishment won’t do anything harmful. It feels like the air is thin when your hands shakily remove your underwear and unbutton your shirt fully. You unbutton the back of your bra, and toss it to towards the floor, not caring where it lands. Opening up the camera app, you angle the phone pointing down your chest, boobs on full display for him to enjoy.

Naekko: Hmm too bad im about to shower.

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Jungkook does enjoy every bit of it as he sits in his car. He definately wasn’t expecting the sudden picture, but will not complain. Your tits are his favorite body part about you, right after your tight pussy. The way you clenched around his fingers that night, he wanted to just make you take every inch of him right then and there. The thought of him taking your innocence is enough to get himself unruly hard in his jeans. If anyone would to walk by right now, the imprint on his thigh would be a dead giveaway.

His imagination stays on the active thought of ruining you and claiming your virginity for himself. His hands slip to the waistband of his pants and push them below his hips, he imagines you underneath him squirming and moaning at the immense pleasure he wants to give you. To see your eyes roll back taking something so foreign inside of you, all too much for your nerves and senses to handle. Jungkook’s hand is firmly wrapped around his cock, making sure for him to spit a good amount on it before pumping it up and down at a regular pace.

He responds back to you, hand on his cock still but texting with the other, a video of him stroking up and down with evident wet sounds in the background. It takes no time for you to see it, and it’s the suprise to you to see how thick and lengthy he is. You almost choke on your spit when you view the video with the sound on. That doesn’t stop your hand from going straight to your clit and start rubbing, underneath the piano, while sitting in your seat.

The gasp you let out is loud when you dip your fingers into your dripping wet hole. You want nothing more than for this moment right here to be Jungkook doing this for you. You miss the way his rings and fingers filled you up with only two of his fingers. The way he hit your g-spot with ease and made you cum so hard.

Jungkook misses that too. He wants you. He wants you right now and it’s taking him all his might not to blow his cover and walk straight into your house to pleasure himself with you. He visualises how wet and tight your pussy probably would be around his aching cock right about now. You’d taste so good against his tongue, and smell so heavenly with your thighs wrapped around his neck.

The massive amount of pre-cum coats his fingers enough to the point where the sounds are loud and anyone walking by could probably hear him, jerking off to you, in the driver seat of his lamborghini. That is until you show up right at the passenger side, fully dressed again, and tap on his window three times.

It scares the shit out of him, dropping his phone and jumping at your sudden appearance. The look of horror is on his face, as if he seen a ghost. You smirk and open the car door, making Jungkook curse himself for not locking it in the first place.

“ Yn what the f-”

“ No..no no. You tell me why you’re jerking off infront of my house.” You say, confident as ever with an amused look on your face. Jungkook locks his jaw and looks back down at his fully exposed area, oozing pre-cum out of himself.

He’s not embarassed, just annoyed because he hadn’t came yet and it hurts a lot. “ What the fuck do you mean why am I jerking off? Did you not send me your tits a few minutes ago?” He sighs, clearly frustrated.

You giggle at his pissed off look. It turns you on much more than you are right now. Seeing him all flustered and frustrated. “ Aww. Did I interrupt something?”

Jungkook glares at you for your snarky comment. Oh how nice it would be for him to just bend you over and punish you for being so damn fake oblivious to the things you started.

“ Politely get the fuck out my car.” His voice is calm as ever but that makes you smile at him even more knowing he’s pissed. “ Or help me out with this.” He points to his cock, the tip an angry red color just waiting to be touched again.

To your dismay you decide that it’s time to have some fun with him considering the amount of taunting he loves to do to you on a regular basis. You nod your head at him, almost opening up the car door and stepping out, before you hear him sigh in frustation.

“ Are you kidding me yn? My fucking dick is harder than ever. You interupted me before I was going to cum. And now you decide to leave?”

The whine in his voice made you stop dead in tracks. Kook? Whining for you? It doesn’t help when you get back in the car and turn to him to see the look of pain and sorrow on his face. He bites his lip when he looks at you, as if he’s almost about to cry.

“ You have zero clue how much stress im under right now and all I want is for you to...”

He trails off not sure of what he wants you to do, but for you to just do it. The stress of his entire week has caught up to him. Being a leader of a mafia group, heir to the throne, and a stone cold killer, is a lot to deal with on a regular basis. He’s always being the one in charge and giving orders, and for once he would like a day to himself to not be.

“ To what.” You say, fixing your position in the car to be seated towards him. In the process your skirt lifts up a little more which gives Jungkook more acess to see whats under. Nothing.

“ I..”

You’d be lying if it didn’t turn you on so much right now to hear him be the one that’s stuttering all for you. All he wants is for you to be in charge, and you’d think someone as dominant as him wouldn’t be in such a submissive state right now.

“ You want me to do what, baby.” That last word slipped out way to easily as you turned Jungkook’s head towards you. The two of you look into each other’s eyes, his filled with lust and yours overcome with dominance.

He doesn’t regret his next few words a bit. At this point he just wants you to take over while he slips into heaven full of pleasure. “ To make me feel good.”

That’s all he had to say for your flip to switch.

It’s all so fast the way you lean over and kiss his lips passionately. His taste like cherry chapstick, making you want to devour him even more. Your lips trail from his to his neck, sucking on it to make him groan even louder. “ Suck me off.”

It takes you no time to remove your lips from his neck and head down to his cock. The position is rather awkward, as one leg of yours hand over to the driver seat and the other folded underneat you as you sit ontop of the controls to the car, that’s thankfully shut off and parked. You are now eye level to his member, noting the beautifully shape of him.

Jungkook’s hands go straight towards your head, pushing you down a little to get you started. The thought of you going down on him is overwhelming right now and he doesn’t mean to let out a whimper of saying please to you. However, that whimper fades when he feels your warm mouth wrap around the tip of his head.

His eyes shoot open and trail down to see you sucking oh so gently on the tip of him. It feels heavenly, but not enough for him at all. “ Fuck yn, I need more of your mouth.” He sighs, biting his lip and groaning more. “ Please yn.”

You obide, only because hearing him beg for you is music to your ears. You use your tongue to ride against the length of his cock as you bob your head up and down, earning a whimper again from Jungkook who’s head is thrown back in deep ecstasy. The way you suck him without gagging is amazing to him, seeing as though how big he is for your little mouth.

That familiar feeling coils within him the more faster you go, taking him balls deep into your mouth with ease. “ Please yn, fuck-” He can barely make his words out before he starts thrusting into your mouth incoherently. You feel so good against his him that his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open with heavy breathing.

“ I-I-Im gonna cum. Fuck, faster pretty please. God yes.. fuck.”

A mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum pools in your mouth as you breathe deeply through your nose. Jungkook’s thrusts get harder each time, practically begging to get as much pleasure as he can, making sure his cock is hitting the back of your throat at this point.

Jungkook’s mind isn’t even there. He can’t form sentances to the point where it’s all just so much pleasure from you that all he can do is stutter and whimper out his mouth begging for you. It turns you on so much that you start grinding your bare pussy against the gear shift for any friction you can get. The roundness of the gear shift feels so good against your clit, causing you to moan against Jungkook’s cock. He jerks his hips up even more at the sudden vibration coming from you.

His cock twitches in your mouth, a sign that he’s about to cum inside your mouth. Except for you didn’t want him to cum just yet so you release his swollen member, with a pop noise.

“ What the fuck yn why’d you stop?’ He whines again, picking his head up and looking down at you. He’s clearly upset but that didn’t phase you one bit. “Because I don’t want you to cum.”

“ Please.” He begs.

“ Jungkook, I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes go wide at your sudden bravery. Since when did you have the balls to say such a thing. “ Right now?”

“ Right now.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to take your innocence like this. Infront of your house in the backseat of his lamborghini isn’t ideally what he has in mind. “ Is your mom home?”

You smirk, “ Nope.”

“ Then I’m gonna bend that ass over that pretty little piano you have sitting in your room, and spank you till my hearts content for thinking that you could stop pleasuring me without permission.”

The sudden onset of words makes your smile drop. Never in your life have you been spanked before. Your mom didn’t believe in physical discipline at all and your father sure as hell didn’t either. The thought of getting spanked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, for the sake of his pleasure, is pleasently alarming to you.

Jungkook practically drags you out his lambo, making sure to securly wrap his hand around your wrist while he marches you right up to your house. The click of him locking his car behind you sounds and you swallow hard trying to keep up with him. “ Where’s your room.” He demands once you two enter the house.

“ Up th-”

“ Shut up just fucking point.”

Like a good little playtoy, you shut right up and point up the set of stairs.

Soon enough the two of you are inside your now locked room, where he pushes you towards the piano and comes right up behind you making sure to bend your back over with another small push. You stand there with your upper body sprawled out against the smooth, white piano. The keys make noise when he pushes you against it even further, causing you to yelp out in pain.

“ I told you that I was going to cum.. right?” His hands travel up your thighs from behind, lifting your school uniform skirt to caress your ass. “ Right?”

You nod your head yes at him, fearing that if you would talk he would punish you even more. Which you did want to happen, because finally you would be getting him. All of him.

“ Take it off.”

Just to egg him on further, you don’t comply. The brat side of you is coming out and disobeying him has always been your thing since the beginning. He raises his eyebrow when you don’t listen to what he says just before he snatches the skirt down your thighs and up from under you. You whine loudly during the first impact of his hand smacked your ass, hard. He enjoys every single smack he gives you all the while you beg him telling him your sorry. By the time he’s finished his dick is harder than ever again, and your ass is marked red with tears in your eyes.

“ When I say something.” He growls, pulling your hair to yank you back up which earns another whimper from you. “ You fucking listen? Do you understand?”

“ Yes.” You cry out. Jungkook isn’t satisifed with that yet though, so with his hand still having ahold of your hair he kneels you down infront of him. To him, you look so beautiful with red eyes and tears with your mascara running down your face.

God it’s taking him so much not to fuck you senseless right now.

“ Open your mouth.”

You oblige, not wanting another round of spanks to your already sore ass. He taps the side of your cheek rather hard with his hand with a smirk on his face before he spits directly into your mouth. You don’t understand the purpose, or even know what to do at this point so you wait for further instructions.

“ Swallow it. Now.” His voice is harsh, as he rubs his cock through his jeans watching that pretty little mouth of yours close and do as told. That turns you on.

Your soaking wet right now just anticipating the length of him buried deep inside of you making you a moaning mess. Your walls clench around nothing and it’s upsetting you because you aren’t full of anything or getting any friction at all.

“ Strip for me pretty girl and get that ass on your bed.”

You scramble to get up at first but bring yourself together to take off your shirt and tie, tossing them to the side and then climbing onto your bed. You’re met with Jungkook, who’s now shirtless and pantsless, hovering overtop of you with a dark gaze in his eyes. This is the moment you both have been waiting for.

“ Yn, I want you to tell me you want this. There is no holding back or going back after this.. do you understand me baby?” He whispers, planting kisses along your neck. You stifle your moan, “ I wan’t you to do this Jungkook. Please.”

“ Once I claim you yn, and take your virginty, you’re mine for good.. are we clear?” His voice is soft but his hand movements down to your area are fast. You nod your head once more, and that’s all the permission he needed from you.

You knew it would be painful, but didn’t expect it to be this painful of him stretching you out. It’s more than you could have handled before, which were his two fingers. You let out a loud cry with your hands going straight to his back where you dig your nails in. The stretch is hard for you, but it’s only just the tip.

“ I’m only in with the tip pretty girl. Shh. I’m right here, I’m sorry baby.” He coo’s making sure to bury his face in your neck to comfort you. “ Too big Jungkook.” You whine into his ear.

You didn’t need any sort of foreplay to begin with, you were already immensly wet and gaping open so it’s rather easy for Jungkook to slide in slowly. “ I’m going to give you a few more inches of me pretty girl. Take it all for me yeah?”

You nod your head, biting your lip when you start to feel more of him sliding into you. The tip already poking your g-spot, you moan out in pleasure, earning a kiss from Jungkook. “ You don’t understand how pretty you are taking me right now fuc-”

He haults when you start clenching around him, “ You’re so tight baby but clenching around me is gonna make me c-”

Again, you tighten around him wanting to take more of him in. Jungkook catches on to your little games though. Raising his head up, he looks at you with a smirk.” Being greedy now aren’t we? Since you want to, I’ll make you go slow.”

He means what he says, because with each clench he allows you to go only a little deeper. You groan out in frustration each time. Jungkook doesn’t care though, cause soon enough you’ll be begging his name all over again.

“ God you feel so good around me yn.” He mutters. “ Whoops, another 2 inches slipped in baby.” That husky voice tells you. When he starts pumping into you is when you nearly lose your mind. Your string of moans fills the air. With each small thrust you bite your lip even harder, any more hard it’ll bleed through.

“ What’s wrong baby? You wanted to be greedy. Is it too much for you? Hmm? Want another three inches?” He taunts, smiling at his satisfaction of breaking you open. “ Fuck off.” You say, but instantly regret it at Jungkook’s next move.

“ Whoops, another three inches mmm I’m gonna bottom you out soon.” He groans, planting small kisses on your mouth to shut you and your loud moaning up. There’s no use though, because something so big and foreign is pressing in all the right areas inside you.

“ Can I please have all of you Jungkook? Pretty fucking please.”

Thats all you have to say in order for him to pull his length out, and press back into you fully. “ Fucking hell you’re so tight.” He throws his head back, bottoming you out finally. While clenching around him again, you can’t help but to whimper out his name over and over again when he begins to pound into you.

His hand tangle in your hair with his forehead pressed against yours. Slowly, he pulls out his length again, then crashes into you making you cry out even more this time. He plants kisses on your neck, slowly repeating the same motion making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’ve grown to the feeling of him inside you, allowing Jungkook to keep going with his thrusts.

“ My yn.. my fucking yn. You’re nobody elses but mine do you understand?” Jungkook growls at you and you can’t do anything but whimper and nod underneath him.

He picks up his pace with you getting wetter with each thrust as you writhe underneath him, that familiar feeling in your core starting to build it’s way up. He stares down at where you two meet,completely mesmerized with the way you swallow him whole and release it unbelievably wet with your juices.

“Look at how big I am, yet you swallow me so perfectly. My big cock, stretching you out completely. Look baby, look at the bulge in your tummy.” His words are sweet as he grabs your hand to brush over your lower abdomen. You indeed do feel him thrusting in and out of you, which causes you to scream out in pleasure.

You feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm when you start to clench around his big length again. Jungkook dips down to you again, pressing his lips against you when he feels the urge to cum. He isn’t going to let himself cum before you do though, since it’s a special moment and he want’s you to cream all over him. Jungkook’s fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing furiously to get you to release before him, making you arch your back and your moans get louder and louder.

“My princess, I can feel how wet you are. I know you’re close to cumming to release for me baby.” He says, as he begins to slam inside and out of you. The stimulation of your clit, along with your pussy being filled to the brim with his cock that is actively rubbing against your g-spot, you reach your all time high.

Jungkook can’t help but to keep going faster when you start moaning his name over and over while cream all over him, the wet sounds loud and evident as you slap your thighs together around his waist. Jungkook watches your facial expressions change deeming you look so fucking hot when you cum.

“You look so damn hot when you cum,” his trusts begin to get sloppy just before stopping mid-thrust as he squirts his hot cum against your walls, letting out the last of his groans and moans.

Jungkook slides out of you and collapses to the left side of you. The two of you breathe in and out heavily. After taking a couple of minutes to collect yourselves, Jungkook takes it upon himself to ask a question.

“ Did I hurt you a-lot?”

You turn towards him, “ It hurt the first few minutes.. but you didn’t hurt me that much.”

Jungkook grins at you feeling happy he didn’t cause too much pain. His smile soon drops when he realizes that he didn’t use a condom. “ Shit.. yn are you on the pill?”

“ No..”

Both of you sit up with the look of horror amongst your faces. It was your first time, you weren’t sexually active with penatration previously, so of course you wouldn’t have started the pill. “ Jungkook what if I’m gonna get pr-”

“ No. We’re going to get you plan B right fucking now.” He says, flipping the cover off of him. You on the other hand are too sore to even get up. “ I can’t get up Jungkook I’m sore.”

The two of you agree that he would be the one to run out and get that pill and come straight back. While he left, you decide to at-least clean yourself and the bedroom sheets up. The hot shower is refreshing against your skin and sore areas. You take in all the heavenly scents of you soap and the heat radiating on your skin before getting out and completely drying off to get dressed.

Popping the laundry in after you’re dressed in lounge wear, the sound of the door opening makes your heart stop. He can’t be back that quick, he just left. Surely your mother would have called you while on her way home. With each footstep that creak against the floor, your fight or flight mode is activated.

To your left near the corridor is an empty flower vase. Anything would work in this matter, so you thought. The person’s footsteps become closer and closer and palsm of your hand gets sweatier against the vase.

“ Yn?”

You freeze, eyes wide with what’s right infront of you. There he is, all dressed up in a full suit. He’s gotten buffer since the last time you seen him, but he’s still rather skinny. He’s grown a tiny bit of facial hair and of course his hair on his head still remains the same when he left you.

“ Dad!” You exclaim, dropping the vase not caring about the leftover shards on the floor from it hitting the ground. When you run into his arms, he grins ear to ear while spinning you around.

It feels like forever since he’s held you in his arms. You missed him, and missed his hugs a lot. To have him here with you right now is a blessing. He never once mentioned he’d be coming to Seoul. “ How’s my favorite person? You doing good in school?”

Letting him go, you smile ear to ear nodding you head at him. You can’t believe he’s right here infront of you. “ That’s good. I landed earlier and your mom picked me up before she headed to work while you were in school.”

Unknowingly, the tears fall down your eyes and soon enough you’re a sobbing mess again. Your dad understood how emotional this moment could be for you, so he just pats your back and holds you against him. You two stay in that position for what seems like eternity, but you wouldn’t trade any other thing in the world right now because you missed him all too much.

He too, did miss you as much as you missed him.

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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Game Night

Pairing: Leviathan x Reader

Word Count: 5,826

Preview: You and Levi have a game night once a week, in which the two of you get a...little too competitive.

So, when you decide block Levi's line of sight in a desperate bid to win the game, well. You get what's coming to you.

** Please note that this is a cross-posting **

This chapter was originally posted on 5/29/20 as a part of my “Devil Doms” series on AO3.

It’s kind of become tradition—that once a week, you and Levi have a game night.

At first, it’d simply been you helping him with dungeons or runs for supplies in a game you really had no idea how to play. When you’d complained to him about it, saying you wanted to challenge him in some way—to show him that you were actually good at some games—he’d dug out the Devildom’s equivalent to games like Super Smash Bros, and Mario Kart.

He hadn’t really considered the idea of you being able to best him before then. Leviathan was used to you struggling with the controls—being a good distraction for enemies as he snuck past to get whatever rare item was held in that level.

Now, when your kart zooms over the finish line just seconds before him time and time again…he starts to go a little crazy.

Your game nights quickly go from semi-calm dungeon runs, to Leviathan jumping to his feet—cursing at you, the game, and himself as he attempts to get his anger under control before his demon form claws its way to the surface.

Before, you may have been scared to see the otaku so full of frustration, with his horns and tail threatening to sprout from his body, but now? Now, you feel giddy at the sight—full of pride each time you manage to beat him.

You know that you have a bit of a…sadistic, bratty side to you. It’s fun to watch Levi get so frustrated over losing to a “normie human” at a video game that shouldn’t be hard for him to win.

To be fair, you had warned him before playing that you had lots of experience in games like this, but he hadn’t believed you. So, it’s his own fault for getting beat by you, and you’re sure to tell him that—laughing at the way he angrily pouts when hearing so.

It’s been a few weeks since your switch in games, and tonight—like every other night—Leviathan is determined to win. He’s already got the title screen of the game loaded by the time you knock on his door and step into his room.

His eyes immediately flit to you—gaze raking you from head to toe. Beneath the pile of snacks and drinks in your arms, he can see that you’ve once again decided to arrive in your pj’s, and deep within his brain, a part of him feels like screaming.

It’s not like your pajamas are unseemly—an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black shorts is hardly an outfit to feel scandalized over. And yet, Levi finds himself inexplicably attracted to the outfit—relishing each peek of the tight, ass-hugging shorts when your shirt rides up ever so slightly.

Seriously, game nights are both his favorite, and most frustrating part of the week.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” you ask, dumping the snacks in your arms onto the side of his desk. Rather than look at you, he busies himself with picking a snack and drink to start the night off right.

“I wouldn’t sound so cocky, if I were you,” he finally mumbles when he hears you dragging his old gaming chair over (he’d pulled it out for you a while ago, and tends to shove it in the corner until game night rolls around again). “I’ve been practicing.”

“Is…that something you should really be admitting?” you ask with a laugh, your eyes shining with amusement as you lean forward to peek at his face. “You basically just acknowledged that I’ve been kicking your ass so bad that you need to practice in your spare time.”

“T-That’s--!” he’s immediately flushing red, wishing oh-so-badly that he could shut you up as you openly laugh at him. Despite your teasing, however, your bright smile is genuinely happy. You enjoy spending this time with him, and the realization makes him feel warm, but in a different way.

“Just…s-shut up, normie…”

He reaches forward and grabs your controller, shoving it into your lap, and you giggle quietly—flashing him another smile that has his heart doing a tiny flip.

“Sooo~,” you speak, relaxing back into your chair as Leviathan grabs his own controller. He clicks out of the title screen and onto the main menu. “Best of five, like usual?”

He nods, and you watch the screen as he picks which courses he wants to race. (You’d told him before that you’d let him choose the tracks, since you’d beat him either way. He hates the advantage, but nonetheless uses it.)

After picking the tracks, the character selection screen pops up. You go to your regular—a black and purple character named “Shroom” (the first time you’d see the off-brand Mario characters, you’d gotten a good laugh), and decide to stick with the basic kart (which secretly drives Levi insane, because how the hell do you manage to beat him without picking a kart with the best functions?!)

Levi, unsurprisingly, goes for the princess, “Cherry”. He takes time building his kart—choosing only the superior parts—and finally, once he’s ready, the race begins.

He hunches forward in his chair—his forearms resting against his knees as he dials in on the computer screen. You glance at the demon, lips tugging at the corners fondly at the sight of him.

It’s cute how much he wants to win.

On screen, you hear the countdown begin, and quickly turn your attention away from him. As much as you want to watch his every reaction as he desperately tries to best you, you can’t. Right now, you have to win.

Tightly gripping your controller, you turn your eyes to the computer screen. The race starts.

Slowly, with each passing level, the game begins to descend into chaos. When Levi wins the first level, it’s impossible to keep a smug grin from coming to his face. However, at the sight, you’re quick to reassure him not to get too cocky, and—sure enough—you kick his ass on the following track. He ends up coming in 6th after you hit him with two consecutive red shells, and when the race ends, you can see the veins in his hands beginning to bulge from how hard he’s gripping the controller.

“Want to take a break?” you ask, half serious, half teasing. His response is to start the next level, so you take that as a “no”.

The conclusion of the third race is much closer—only a .8 second difference in your finishing time, but you still come out on top. The near tie has Levi quietly cursing up a storm—remarks about “stupid normies” and their “stupid games” filling the space around him.

You decide to keep your mouth shut this time—figuring it’d be best to not push him for once—and simply smile to yourself as the next race begins. The fourth track is perhaps one of the most difficult, but you manage to traverse it well. At least, until Levi trips you up on a borderless curve with a banana.

As you go tumbling off the course, Levi jumps happily in his seat—grin breaking out on his face. A little too competitive for your own good, you kick your leg out and hit him on the side of his calf. He yelps, but it’s already too late. His kart rolls over the finish line, and he’s immediately turning to glare at you.

“Hey! No kicking!”

“I mean~,” you hum innocently, finally finishing the race. “We never exactly established a rule that says we’re not allowed to physically interfere with each other.”

“It’s basic gaming courtesy!” he argues, squeaking in surprise when he hears the countdown on screen. You’d started the final race without warning him!

“Y/N!”

“Whoops~,” you feign innocence, tongue poking out of your lips determinedly as your kart revs to life. The two of you fall into silence, eyes locked on the computer as you desperately attempt to best each other.

When you finish the first lap, you’re ahead. The second lap, however, Leviathan finishes two places ahead of you. Frowning unhappily, your leg begins to bounce nervously beneath you.

You hate that Leviathan actually manages to make you so damn competitive. You’re never like this with anyone else, and usually you wouldn’t be feeling so frantic to win, but tonight is different. A burning desire to come out on top takes over your brain, and as the final stretch of the last lap appears on screen, you find yourself pressing to your feet.

Levi, immersed in his own desperation to win, doesn’t realize you’ve moved until your body appears in front of him. It’s a seriously petty move—standing in front of someone to block their view—and almost immediately Levi’s anger gets the best of him.

The frustration that had been building beneath the surface lurches forward, and within a split second, his demon form materializes.

You squeal in surprise as his tail wraps tightly around your waist—dragging you back into his lap. Your controller clatters to the floor, and your kart rolls to a stop just short of the finish line. Levi—who had already been in the lead—finishes in first.

The room goes quiet save the sound of NPC’s overtaking you and finishing the race, and your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. Levi is scarily still beneath you—the edge of his controller pressed against the center of your back. You can feel him puff out a heavy breath—the hot air fanning against your neck and shoulder.

“L…Levi?” you question when you manage to find your voice. He doesn’t speak, but instead you feel him shift. His hands move, the sound of his controller being carefully set on the edge of his desk reaching your ears. Then, his tail loosens around your waist, and for a brief second, you think he has finally calmed down. That notion, however, is quickly thrown out the window.

Rather than releasing you, the appendage snakes upward—curling around your neck. Your breath hitches—both nervous, and somewhat aroused—as his tail grips tightly at your throat. The pressure is enough to let you know he’s pissed, but not enough to choke you.

“Do you have any idea,” he starts quietly, his voice carefully measured as he speaks for the first time in what feels like minutes. “How hard this is for me?”

One of his hands falls against your lap, his fingers curling into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and giving it a squeeze. His touch is rough, yet holds a hint of nervousness. He’s always been flustered by physical contact, and has never gone out of his way to touch you.

Yet, now you’re sitting in his lap, with one of his hands one your inner thigh, and the other lifting to hover over your clothed breast. His fingers twitch—as if he’s holding himself back from touching you in all the ways he wants—and you swallow the lump in your throat, your tongue peeking out to wet your dry lips.

“How hard what is?” you question, biting your lower lip as you watch his hand slowly lower onto your chest. His fingers splay across the mound of flesh, giving it an experimental squeeze, and you inhale shakily.

“This,” he says, his tone almost a whine. His nose presses into your hair, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent, and for the first time you notice something stiff pressing at your ass.

Levi is getting hard.

The realization has you turning all sorts of shades of red.

“You come to my room, wearing your stupid little shorts, and looking at me with your stupid little smiles that make my heart feel like it may burst right out of my chest.”

The hand on your thigh begins stroking softly over the skin there—inching closer and closer towards your womanhood, and your breath catches.

“I…,” his breathing stutters, his voice becoming softer with embarrassment. “It makes me want you. Makes me…c-crave those cute little blushes, and makes me want to taste your pink lips and…c-claim them as my own.”

His tail marginally loosens around your neck, and you take a deep breath, completely aware of the way your heart is racing within your chest. You’ve always felt something beyond the line of friendship for the Avatar of Envy, but you’d never known he’d been struggling with those same feelings.

“Levi--,” you open your mouth to speak, but he silences you as his tail tightens around your throat—even tighter than before. You gasp, a whine building in your chest as his touches suddenly turn rough again—his nails digging into the sensitive flesh of your breast and thigh.

“But then,” he continues, his voice darkening with anger, as if he’s just remembered why exactly you’re in his lap in the first place. “You tease me to no end. Rile me up just because you can…”

His tail winds tighter around your neck, his other hand falling to grip your thigh as he grinds you against his crotch, and you struggle to breathe. He’s rock hard—his cock pressed flush against your ass.

“You try to sabotage my win,” there’s a growl in his voice, and suddenly you’re reminded of the time he nearly killed you over TSL.

“L-Levi,” you gasp, voice pitched high as your brain begins to fog over from lack of blood flow “I…I’m sorry. B-But you still won.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You can hear the sudden smile in his voice, like he’s just realized that despite your interference, he still won the game. “Then what do I win?”

Emboldened by the victory, he grinds you back against his cock one more time—letting you know what he wants as his prize.

“You…you can have me,” you tell him, voice quiet. He breathes a shuddering breath against your hair, as if he doesn’t believe what you’ve said.

His fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s trying to ground himself.

“Are you sure?” his voice is no more than a whisper, and yet you can hear his internal struggle. On one hand, he wants to tear your clothes off your body, bend you over, and stick his dick into your hot, wet pussy without any type of warning. But…on the other hand, he knows he’s not totally himself right now. He’s riled up thanks to the competition, and your efforts to make him lose, and he doesn’t want you agreeing to let him have you just because you feel you have to.

Luckily, you don’t leave him worrying for long. Your hands drop into your lap—fingers slotting atop Levi’s where his hands rest on your inner legs. You give his digits a gentle squeeze, freely rocking your hips back against his hard-on—and a needy moan bubbles in his throat.

“You won, Levi. Claim your prize. I want you to.”

“Fuck.”

His breath hitches, and suddenly his tail has unfurled from around your throat. You’re quick to suck in a mouthful of air, your hands instinctively rooting in the fabric of Levi’s shirt as he scoops you into his arms.

Within seconds, your back is dropped onto the pillows lining the inside of his bathtub-turned-bed, and Leviathan cages you in—his hands resting on either side of your head as he kneels above you. For a moment, he can only stare—still a little disbelieving that you’re allowing him to have his way with you.

Your cheeks flush under his intense gaze, and you lift your palm to cup his cheek.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know…,” you mumble, eyes shying away from him. “As the winner, you can have whatever you want.”

“Please stop trying to kill me,” he retorts with a tiny whine, capturing your lips in a kiss. He’s a little sloppy, and a little forceful, but you don’t mind at all. You’re quick to wrap your arms around him—angling your head so your mouths slot together.

Levi moans against you, his hips unconsciously beginning to grind against your own in a desperate bid for friction. As you nip at his bottom lip, one of your hands moves downward and sneaks between your bodies. You cup Levi’s bulge with your palm, his body instinctively rocking into your hand, and another pained sound leaves his lips.

“F-Fuck, Y/N--,” his voice is breathless, and needy. As he grinds into your hand—your palm sternly pressing his cock against his own hip—you feel something slick and heavy begin to curl up your leg.

Immediately you shiver, your gasp lost against Levi’s tongue as he steals your breath away. Before tonight, you had never considered all the things the Avatar of Envy’s tail could be used for, but apparently, its versatility is not lost on Levi.

Within seconds, the appendage has scaled your legs, and managed to hook beneath the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Levi groans against your lips as you squeak in embarrassment—your pelvises bumping together as you gingerly lift your hips in order to help the demon out.

Soon, you’re naked from the waist down—only covered by your oversized sleeping shirt, which Levi seems desperate to get out of the way.

With a red face, you watch him as he softly slides a hand beneath your shirt—his hot palm resting against your stomach. His pupils—which you note are now narrowed like the eyes of a snake—shake as he slowly hikes his hand higher—his fingers coasting against your skin. Your breathing hitches as he does so, but you find your gaze trained on his face—monitoring his reactions.

You’ve never seen someone so embarrassed, yet distressed by his own arousal. To you, it seems like Levi is constantly torn between running away, and giving into the deep, dark, perverted feelings he’s always kept to himself.

You bite your lip as his fingers finally skim up the valley of your chest. The cotton fabric of your shirt pools above your breasts as the sensitive mounds are finally revealed to Levi’s hungry gaze. His amber eyes start at the top, and drag their way down.

He reaches his hands out as he surveys you with his full attention—his fingers curling around your ribs, and his thumbs just barely brushing up against the underside of your breasts. Licking his lips, he slowly begins trailing his fingers down your sides. Levi takes note of every dip and curve, relishing the feel of you. And when his hands finally find your hips—his eyes falling to space between your legs—he visibly swallows.

His movement is hesitant, but he lowers his hands between your bodies and presses his thumbs at the folds of your pussy. You turn bright red beneath him—because even though Levi is obviously embarrassed as well—you’ve never had any person just spread you open before, and yet Levi does.

He peels you open, and you know you’re already wet. You don’t want to admit it, but him choking you had been a huge turn on, along with pretty much everything else.

Face burning, you lift your arm and partially shield your face. Levi is slow to notice. It seems like he’s in a trance.

Still keeping you spread with one hand, he shifts the other and curves two fingers between your walls—making you gasp.

Finally, his eyes flit up to you—taking in your cute blush, and the quick rise and fall of your chest. The swell of your tits, and your nipples that are hardened from arousal…

And here he is, knelt between your legs with two of his fingers in your pussy.

Which is wet.

For him.

In that moment, any of Levi’s reserves are stripped away.

You can sense the shift in him—see it as he jolts into action. He moves quickly—perhaps a little overly excited about what is happening.

Finally, he seems to have realized that yes, this is all real—and yes, he has consent to fuck you.

“L-Levi--!” you squeal as his tail suddenly curls around your ankle, tugging you closer to him as he hurriedly shoves his pants any underwear down his thighs. His cock springs free—longer than he is thick, but the veins along his shaft are prominent, and his length visibly twitches as Levi settles himself between your legs.

The head of his cock is already wet with his pre-cum, and you get the feeling he’s not far from coming. His breathing is shaky as he presses himself against your entrance—the first few inches of his length sinking in without much protest—and you groan happily.

“F-Fuck,” he bites, his voice pitched high as he pulls his hips back and then grinds in again—this time fully sheathing himself within your heat. His entire body visibly shudders—his face red, and eyes clouded with lust.

You suddenly feel somewhat shy beneath him—your thighs spread, and his cock stretching you out so deliciously.

“Kiss me,” you tell him, voice quiet, and Levi blinks. The next moment his lips are on yours. You quietly moan into him—accidentally breaking the kiss when he thrusts inside of you.

“O-Oh my god,” he groans, his hands finding your waist as he sits back and begins fucking into you with vigor. You raise an arm to shyly cover your face once more—your breasts bouncing at each intense thrust of his length inside of you—but Levi won’t have it.

His tail snakes up your body, wrapping around your wrist and tugging it away from your face. You startle, unable to do anything as the appendage searches out your other wrist and successfully drags it above your head. Within seconds, your wrists are pinned away from your face—and you can no longer hide your reactions from the demon above you.

“Make more sounds,” Levi speaks—somewhere between a beg and a command. You open your mouth to retort, and he purposefully fucks into you hard, effectively ripping a cry from your throat. Immediately your face flushes red in embarrassment, but the sight has a smile tugging at the corner of Levi’s lips

His dick throbs inside of you.

“Nnn--!” The Avatar of Envy continues thrusting into you. His motions are quick, and damning. Each thrust as you gasping and whining—pleasure thrumming in your gut. However, as your impending orgasm begins to build, Levi’s hips stutter, and his cock suddenly leaves you. Your gaze flits to him in surprise, watching as his dick visibly jumps. Then, he’s spurting his cum against your lower stomach—painting the soft skin streak after streak.

His breathing is harsh as he begins to come down from his high—his cock starting to soften, and honestly, you’re not mad. Sure, it would have been nice to cum along with him, but more than anything you’re happy that Levi had gotten what he needed. After all, he had won the ga—

You’re knocked out of your thoughts as the tail around your wrists suddenly tugs you upwards. It lifts you higher and higher—until you’re left on your knees, with your hands held high above your head.

“Levi?” you question, gaze falling on the male as his eyes shine.

“Huhuhu~ I’ve always wanted to do this,” he says, sounding far too giddy as he sinks into the tub and settles on his back. You’re about to ask him again what the hell he’s planning when his tail yanks you forward. Within seconds, you’ve been repositioned atop Levi, with your thighs caging either side of his head.

You feel your entire body heat up as you realize his intention—his hands lifting to grip your hips.

“Le-vi!” your voice hitches as he drags you down onto his face—his tongue lapping heartily between your soaking folds. He groans at the taste of you, his nails sinking into your skin as he keeps your womanhood thoroughly trapped against his mouth.

You feel him lick against your clit—the demon flicking the head of his tongue against the sensitive bud, and you take a sharp inhale. Your wrists strain against his tail, but you find yourself completely at Levi’s mercy as he begins eating you out like you’re his favorite food.

“Mmm~,” he moans happily, enjoying the way your body wriggles in his hold—wanton little cries falling from your lips. Applying a bit of pressure, begins rocking your hips back and forth against his face.

“Fuck,” you pant, feeling hot all over. Despite being embarrassed at your current position, the pleasure in your gut is rapidly building thanks to the demon’s bafflingly good oral. He spends most of his time on your clit—lapping, kissing, and sucking the bundle of nerves. But every so often he presses his tongue into your pussy, making you groan, and causing you to buck against him.

Quicker than expected, you find yourself on the brink of an orgasm—your pussy writhing against Levi’s mouth.

“I—I’m gonna--,” you attempt to warn him, and he hears the hidden plea within your breathy words. Don’t stop. And he doesn’t—his tongue flicking quickly against your clit. You cry out, pussy throbbing and muscles tightening. Your body momentarily stills, a stifled moan caught in your throat as your orgasm finally arrives—a brief moment of peace before you find yourself tumbling into your pleasure. And Levi draws out your bliss as long as he can—his lips wrapping around clit and sucking. You gasp, floundering in his hold as the pleasure borders on oversensitivity, but Levi refuses to release you—not yet.

It’s another minute before he lets up—convinced by your tiny, desperate pleas that you can cum no more—your clit twitching with aftershocks against his tongue.

His hands release your hips, and you suck in a deep breath of air—your chest heaving as you struggle to regain your coherency. Your mind is hazy—body slumping forward tiredly (because god, that was one hell of an orgasm).

You whine quietly when Levi’s tail pulls at your arms—lifting you up so that Levi has just enough room to scoot out from beneath you. You can hear the cushions and blankets of the tub shifting behind you as the demon moves around.

“Mm,” you make a small sound as his tail finally loosens a bit—allowing your arms to drop forward. Your fingers grip against the edge of the tub—thighs shaky as you support your own weight for the first time in minutes. However, when a few seconds pass and his tail is still wrapped around your wrists, you pause.

“Levi?”

His response is to saddle up behind you—his now-hard cock settling against your ass. You freeze in surprise.

You…hadn’t expected him to get so aroused just from eating you out. He’s back at full mast.

“Levi,” you whine as his hands find your ass cheeks—squeezing them together around his cock.

“Y-You said I could have—ah—whatever I want,” he reminds you breathlessly.

“But—”

“Just…o-one more time,” he begs, and you gasp when he moves his hips—his cock finding its way between your wet folds. When the head of his length brushes up against your clit, your entire body shakes. You’re still extremely sensitive from your orgasm, and your body feels like a bag of bones, but nonetheless you find yourself nodding your head.

He did win, and you want to fulfill his desires best you can.

At your submission, Levi is quick to act. He shoves his cock inside of you without warning, and you gasp—your fingers tightening around the edge of the tub. The demon moans—hands firm on your hips as he begins thrusting into you. In the same beat, he drags your body back onto his cock.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the space between your bodies—your arousal slicking Levi’s cock as he fucks you—and he groans.

His pace is less frantic than before. His motions are smoother—his hips rolling against your ass. The motions manage to draw a moan from your lips, and you start to become lost in the feeling of his cock stretching your walls open.

In fact, you’re so focused on how good it feels to be full again—the head of his length finding that sweet spot within you and pressing against it with each thrust—that you don’t notice when his tail unfurls from around your wrists.

You do realize it, however, when the tip of his tail presses at your lips. Your previously closed eyes shoot open—a gasp of surprise muffled by the scaled appendage as it snakes its way into your mouth.

“Mmph--!” your whine of protest is lost. His tail fills your mouth—moving out of sync with his thrusts—and your eyes roll back when he ventures too deep and causes you to gag. The gag, however, also causes your pussy to clamp around his dick, and Levi moans.

“Oh my god.”

His tail begins to fuck into your mouth with a bit more fervor—pressing into your throat and causing you to gag every few seconds. Each time, you hear Levi’s breathing stutter, and you know he’s drawing closer and closer to his orgasm.

Despite how fucked out you feel already—spit sloppy against your chin, with your body slumping tiredly against the edge of the tub—you begin to feel your arousal building as well. As tired as you are, your body is somehow ramping up to another orgasm.

Honestly, you wouldn’t mind not cumming, though, you think to yourself as tears threaten to spill over your bottom lashes. You can sense that your clit is still overly sensitive, and you feel like you may actually fade out of existence if another orgasm rips through you.

So, you quietly decide that if you don’t cum, it will be fine. Levi, however, has different ideas.

The base of his tail curves—resting against your clit as the appendage continues to fuck into your mouth. You immediately cry out—body writhing—because with each thrust of his tail between your lips, he’s now also rubbing against your clit.

“Nnn!” your arms give out beneath you, broken sobs wracking your chest. Levi grunts, and you feel him shift forward—his chest pressing flush against your back as he readjusts his position.

“So good. You f-feel so good,” he pants. His breath is warm against your neck, and his arms wrap around your chest. He holds you tightly against him—his arm circled just beneath your breasts—and you gasp as he begins fucking into you once more.

His tail, which had also stilled, resumes its motions. The brief moment of rest is over, and you’re once again left crying around the scaled appendage. You reach your breaking point within a few seconds—tears finally streaking down your cheeks as the demon forces you to choke around his tail once more. Your pussy clenches around Levi’s dick—and with a few more rubs of his tail against your clit, you’re cumming.

Any remaining strength in your body disappears, your body going limp in Levi’s hold as you shudder—your orgasm tearing through you.

Knowing that you need to breathe, Levi removes his tail from your mouth, but doesn’t let you go. He keeps you trapped against him, his cock working inside of you with a few desperate thrusts, and then, finally, he cums as well.

The Avatar of Envy empties inside of you with a spent, but satisfied groan—listening to your quick, shuddering breaths as you attempt to recover from a lack of oxygen.

“Thank you. Mmm, t-thank you so much. That…I…that…mmm,” he’s left mumbling against the skin of your neck, his hips still pressed to your ass. You feel him going soft inside of you—his cum beginning to leak down your thighs—but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

The only thing keeping you from passing out right then and there is the purple haired demon, and his quiet, thankful praises.

“I’m glad you got what you wanted,” you eventually whisper, your hand lifting to pet against his head. He nods against your neck, shuddering when he finally slips from inside of you.

With a grunt of effort, he sits back onto his knees, and then grabs your waist. Soon, you’re both laying tiredly beside one another in the basin of the tub, and you glance over at the Avatar of Envy. At some point, he had removed his hot clothing, so now he lays completely bare beside you—his pale skin flushed, and sweaty.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of him, and when he notices you’re staring, he blushes.

“What?” he mumbles, rolling onto his side to face you. You giggle tiredly, your palm reaching out to cup his cheek, and your tender gaze makes him melt.

“Nothing. I’m just…happy. You’re cute.”

“…you can’t just say that,” he whines, but nonetheless presses into your touch. You laugh again, but choose not to comment. You don’t want to suddenly have him feeling all self-conscious after all of…that.

“We should do that more often,” you comment, hoping to reassure him that you enjoyed yourself. You roll onto your side, spent, and snuggle into the pillow beneath your head. You know you’re filthy and in need of a shower, but right now, you seriously can’t move.

After a few seconds, an arm hesitantly wraps around your waist, and you feel Levi’s chest press against your back.

“D…do you really want to?”

His voice is quiet, but full of hope. You nod, snuggling back against him.

“Yeah. It would certainly make game night more exciting for the both of us.”

At that, he finally giggles. Levi’s arms wrap tightly around you, giving you a squeeze, and he makes a sound of contentment.

Within a minute, you’re asleep in his arms, and the Avatar of Envy is quick to follow you into dreamland, but not before pressing a kiss to your hair.

“You’re cuter,” he mumbles, barely audible, and then he’s gone as well.

The week following your ecstasy filled game night is…amusing. Well, at least for you.

Anytime Levi sees you, he turns bright red, and—more times than not—pops a boner.

He’s left running around, trying to preserve his modesty, while his brothers wonder if he’s okay. You tell them that he’s just…disgruntled…when thinking about your last game night, and—knowing how competitive Leviathan can be—they buy it.

Each time it happens, however, you’re left giggling to yourself—wondering exactly how a boy who fucked you silly can be so damn embarrassed by his own dirty thoughts.

It’s honestly adorable.

And you can’t wait for next time.

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pluviophile-bookworm · 3 years

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HSMTMTS 2x11: Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents... the reason for my next mental breakdown

I can't believe myself, honestly. Oversleeping on the one day of the week that I've got something exciting to wake up for? Oh well, I'm up now and I'd better go ahead and do this before my dashboard has showered me with spoilers. I mean, I have never really minded spoilers, but when it comes to this, somehow I do. Though I do wish something had forewarned me about last week's snap ending (get it, 'snap'... I'll see myself out). I'd better dive in already.

Yes, Mr Mazzara, that's what I've been saying for a while! Ok, maybe I haven't been very vocal about it, but it was in the foreground of my mind that they should have asked for Mr Mazzara's help re: transformation! I'm just glad he pointed it out. Not that he could have done much while he was busy playing therapist for his beloved Miss Jenn. Oh well.

Were those Ash and Ricky doing actual paired-up warmups? That is what they should have been doing for weeks now. That and having actual off-stage interactions, too. But I still subscribe to the theory that the gang had some good rehearsals off-screen — otherwise there's no way they could have been this good on stage as we saw in the previews. I said it last time and I'll say it again — not everything is for us to see.

Wow. The one time our leads are in unison, and it is about both being injured. The East High drama club must be cursed — they can't have one production run smoothly and without what can only be described as pure unbridled chaos.

They don't have any understudies? That explains some things... but also how? But also, I'm so happy Ashlyn is going on. No way she would have missed her first (first of many, right?) chance of being the lead because of some 'minor' injury.

Ricky and Nini still can't talk to each other properly. Oh well. Take your time. It's not like I care about this pairing anymore.

Did EJ just use the word 'dig'? Boy, the boy's got it baaaaaad. Also, what is it going to take for these two to realise they're in love? For all we know, they might have that big kiss we're all dreaming of and still be like 'nah, it's nothing, we're buddies'... give me a break! But I mean, at this point they might just be turning into Redlyn 2.0, where even a kiss doesn't define things. But hey, if they do follow in Redlyn's footsteps, that only means good things in their future, right?

What did that fake French git do to my boy Carlos? He's not supposed to look this inanimate until right before the climax of the play! Well, I mean, at least Seb serving as his interpreter means that Seb gets more lines for a bit. Too bad he can't go on for someone with more lines in the play.

Miss Jenn's 'words of inspiration' were less than inspired... yeah, this show's going down. Or it would, if it depended solely on her. Let's hope the kids do better. I mean, I know for a fact they will... at least for about 5 minutes of the thing. There is still room for things to go wrong and I'm scared.

Oh, my sweet boy... I wish I could jump in there and do something to help him feel less nervous. Thing is, if I were there, I'd probably be the most nervous of them all, even if I were playing Townsfolk #3 or something, and everyone's nervousness would rub off on me, and I would be making things worse instead of helping. So yeah, I'm kind of glad I'm not there.

Ahhhh who called it? @redlyncentral was it you? Ash got flowers for her Biggie! And there's a card whose contents we've yet to see. But that doesn't seem to be helping either. My sweet, sweet Reddy... I hope and pray he'll be alright.

Well this is awkward! Who told Mike to show up and shake everything up right now? Miss Jenn is literally on the brink of exploding, and now she's stuck in this completely unnecessary love triangle. She needs some space. And a quiet place to breathe, thanks Mr M for suggesting it.

'Did we forget to build a mote around the school or...' Yeah, you tell her, Rick! That girl whose name I never want to pronounce (because it makes me think of much nicer people and she's making me hate it) has no business being there. She's not... being given a redemption arc, is she now? Some people just don't deserve it. And if hating her is an unpopular opinion now, well, I never did care much about having popular opinions. I can live with that.

'Lily, scram!' Yes, thank you, Natalie! I've always wanted someone who would voice my thoughts in a way that the characters can hear them. Make this girl a main next season, won't you? (Just so we're crystal clear, I mean Natalie, not the other one.)

OMG Mr M is in the play! In a way... I love that!

I love, love, love the way they did the prologue. 'Repulsed [the prince makes an over-the-top gesture of repulsion] by her haggard appearance [the witch shows off her face to the audience]...' I love this. I would pay a lot for a chance to see their entire play, you know?

Oh dear, somebody give my boy Reddy some sort of... medical aid against all the throwing up! I've got a nice pill that helps me with my bad cases of motion sickness. Hey, so maybe I could have helped if I were there after all. Great, now I feel bad. But also, is all the throwing up an excuse on the writers' part to keep my boy off-screen for the majority of this episode? Because it's a really lame excuse.

Gina's 'Many questions' continues to be a mood. What exactly is Miss Jenn expecting from the kids? Last-minute adjustments? No way. This spells disaster.

Was Carlos on vocal rest or something? Because he shines like the star he is... despite all the very obvious nervousness backstage. I mean, I wouldn't have it any other way, but... oh well, I wouldn't say it's unrealistic. In my personal performing experience, the most nervous ones perform the best. (So... what is that saying for my boy Reddy? Good things only.)

I've already had the opportunity to geek out about Be Our Guest yesterday, but... I mean, just look at them! Carlos doesn't need actual candles to be on fire, Ashlyn is stealing the scene without any lines in it, Gina is absolutely gorgeous, and don't even get me started on EJ and Big Red looking at their girls in absolute awe! This is everything!

Aww, look at them! Gina and Ashlyn dancing together, I mean. They're sisters and it really shows. And I love them both so much.

Kourtney is an absolute show-stealer! I'm still upset about some casting choices (one of them is in this scene, doing his absolute best with the crumbs he has been given), but she is absolutely perfect. I think I'll rewind and watch this entire scene again before moving on with the rest of the episode.

I'd just like to point out that Frankie's voice in his lower register is everything!

'You absolutely dusted that stage'... Not EJ making a pun so punny even I could not have thought of it... boy is absolutely smitten!

Not me tearing up when Jordan Fisher appeared as Gina's brother... like, I knew it was happening — I knew it even before it was announced. And I still teared up because, well, it's emotional in-universe and out.

Awww, my boy Reddy is so in love with Ashlyn... I mean, who wouldn't be... but — not Ricky saying Lily might not be as mean as they thought. Especially not to Big Red of all people. To him, she was just as mean as they thought.

'Side hustle project in the south hallway'? Ooh, what is it, I want to know now!

Why do I feel like things are a bit too awkward between Kourtney and Howie? Not that I'm too invested in their relationship, but if it bothered me, imagine how it must feel for the stans.

No, Ash, you absolutely do not need to add any fancy riffs to the song! Especially not just because L... well, that girl did it. You're unique and lovely and a literal Disney princess inside and out. That girl? She's just a wolf in a sparkling golden dress.

Awww... Big Red literally lowers Ash's blood pressure! Those two are such an amazing couple! (Full disclosure, though, he kind of does the same for me too; the other night I had this horrible nightmare, and I woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, and then... ok, getting too personal there.) The point is, if even the fantasy of a Big Red hug makes me feel better, imagine what his actual presence would do for Ash at that moment. Where is my boy? Everyone seems to be looking for him.

Oh... guess they took my advice to give the poor boy something for his vomiting issue. Good for whoever thought of it.

And we're back to the Porter siblings... forgive me if I still can't wrap my head around calling Gina's brother Jamie. I don't know about you guys, but thanks to my lovely new friend Paz he will always be Theodore to me. I guess we can headcanon that as his middle name. Anyway, I love it that they made a joke about the hilarious height difference between him and Gina because, well, it's the only thing I can think about when I look at the two of them. It reminds me of me and my little cousin who has been taller than me since she was 10, and is still growing taller now at 13. But, I mean, it's not very hard to be taller than me, since I'm so, so short... ok, this is not about me. Moving on.

Was I the only one who actually laughed out loud at Ricky drinking from the bowl as the Beast? I mean, that part has always made me laugh in the original movie, but something about Ricky's take on it makes it even funnier.

Meanwhile, my girl Ash is absolutely killing it as Belle. Not me having the very same expression as Big Red while watching her... gosh, I love both of them so much! Also, no offence to the rest of the cast, but Julia really is the best vocalist out there. Out of all of them. I said what I said.

My apologies to Ricky, but his voice is just not it when it comes to playing the Beast. Still, with the other option being him putting on that fake deep voice from the audition, I'm glad he didn't.

Ahhhh Portwell nation you ok guys? Since we didn't get them singing Something There, this is very much the next best thing... and boy, is it good!

Those glances between Kourtney and Howie, on the other hand... what on Earth is happening there?

Ok, so you all know just how strongly I feel about Seb's casting as Chip, and yet... boy had one line and absolutely ate it up! Give him an actual singing role next time, Miss Jenn!

EJ being starstruck by Jamie not because he's a big music producer, but because he's Gina's brother... excuse me while I sob!

Excuse me, what!!!! 'A big brother figure'? Boy, this didn't turn out the way I thought it would... now I'm scared.

Way to ruin things, Jamie! And I don't even mean the fact that his name is not Theodore. It doesn't matter what his name is anymore. He might just have put a spanner in the works of Portwell, and they were just doing so well! Ugh, I'm so frustrated. I wish I'd never boarded — what did I call it — 'the majestic S.S. Portwell'. What if it doesn't set sail now?

And there goes another disappointment... Carlos' 'the orchestra hasn't vamped this much since Bop to the Top' line had nothing to do with Seblos, and everything to do with what might still be the downfall of this show. I am not ready.

No. Miss Jenn did not just say that. She did not just tell Ricky — who, may I remind you, not that anyone's forgotten, just fell off of a high place last episode — to 'jump off of something high'. I realise she's under all the pressure, but that is not an excuse. Well, at least she heard herself.

Oh my gods... Nini — well, Nina, actually — did not just call him 'Richard', did she? That's it, that's the point of no return. And well, I kind of wanted them to reach it.

Told you, didn't I? I told you that-girl-who-must-not-be-named was evil! I always follow my intuition and it has not once deceived me. Redeem that, if you can! Guess what? You can't. We've just reached another point of no return.

Wait, a bloody cliffhanger? I cannot handle this. I physically cannot handle this. If you need me, I'll be sitting on my bed in shock, trying to process everything that happened. I'll need a while to get a grip on myself.

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Hunting for Gems

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When Ash Island is forced to participate as a producer for the latest season of Show Me the Money, he knows it won't be easy. But when his partner is you, a rising producer from H1GHR, maybe it won't be as bad as he thought.

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As you stand before the door to the waiting room, heart thudding loudly in your chest, you think back to when the KIFF boys were in your studio eating cake a week ago.

“What am I supposed to do?” you slap Rohan’s arm vigorously as you panic. “How am I supposed to act around him?” The rest of the boys had already left, allowing you to freak out in relative privacy.

You’ve been an avid fan of Ash Island since his days on High School Rapper 2. Once he started releasing music, your infatuation with him only increased. When Jay informed you that you’d be working with him for the entire season of Show Me the Money, your brain immediately worked itself into a frenzy. On one hand, you were excited to meet someone whose music you loved. On the other, how were you expected to function properly next to him with the entire world watching through a camera?

“Okay, first thing you need to do,” Rohan starts, “is stop hitting me! You may be weak, but if you hit me enough it starts to sting okay? And second, just be normal? Act how you usually do.” He makes it sound so easy, as if you won’t die on the spot the moment the two of you make eye contact.

“That is under the assumption that I am able to think with him sitting next to me. And alright, let’s say I am actually capable of saying more than two words in his presence, what if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m weird or annoying?” You’ll be crushed if this person that you’ve admired for so long decides he doesnt like you.

“Then he’d be a good judge of character?” You hit Rohan even harder. “Ow! Relax, I was just kidding. Look, I’ve known the guy for a couple years now, and he has no right to call someone else weird. Plus, he’s one of the chillest guys I know. You’ll be fine. From what I’ve seen recently, the only time you need to be worried is when the cameras are on.”

“What do you mean?”

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While you stood outside the door, Ash is inside, staring nervously at the production crew setting up the cameras. Unlike you, he is not nervous about the two of you meeting. He’s worked with countless artists, featured on so many songs, he is used to interacting with people he didn’t know. What actually scares him is having to be a functioning human being in front of all these cameras.

He’s never done a such a big production like this, never seen so many cameras all pointed at him, capturing his every move. Thinking about all the eyes that will be watching him through that lens gives him anxiety. Normally, he’d be drinking right now to take off a bit of the edge. However, he doesn't think that would help with this cold bad boy image he is already starting to have. On top of being a jerk, the public will then think he was an alcoholic.

Just when he thinks he'll burst from nerves, you decide to walk through the door, a welcome distraction from all the thoughts running through his head.

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The first thing you see as you walk in is the production crew. All you are filming today are some short interviews to introduce the producer teams. They’ll be airing it as a teaser for the new season. You bow your head in greeting to the staff as you head to your seat. And that’s when you see him.

The two of you make eye contact, both looking up at the same time. And then you freeze; your brain short-circuits and for a second, all you can do is stare. Ash Island, the guy whose songs take up a good chunk of your playlist, is sitting there, right in front of you.

You break out of your stupor when you hear his voice. “Hey, what’s up?” he says casually. And you realize you’re being incredibly rude to someone who is older and a senior in the industry.

“Hello! I’m Saf. I’m a producer for H1GHR Music,” you introduce yourself officially.

He chuckles a bit. “Yeah, I know. We’ve seen each other at the H1GHR-Ambition parties.”

“Right,” you say nervously. And you guys had met before, but you didn’t think he’d remember. He was always across the room or on the opposite end of the table, so you two never really interacted. In fact, this is the first time you’ve heard his voice, and not through a song on your phone.

“So did you want to sit down?” he asks. You’ve just been standing in front of him for a while.

“Oh!” you immediately take a seat. Now what are you supposed to say? Thankfully, he decides to fill the silence.

“You're friends with Rohan right?” he asks. Not really who you’re thinking about at the moment, but you'll take it.

“Yeah, I am. We're in the same crew,” you explain. “Why, did he say something about me?” you ask, feigning nonchalance. If Rohan said anything remotely embarrassing about you to Ash Island, you were ready to kill him.

“Oh no, I just remembered him drunk-dialing me last night to wish me luck on the show.” You laughed, making a comment about how dumb Rohan was sometimes. And that’s how the rest of your conversation went until you started shooting, sharing dumb stories about your mutual friend.

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SHOW ME THE MONEY SEASON X

Team ASH ISLAND x SAF Q&A

The two are seated side-by-side in front of the camera. Ash Island is looking quite stiff and uncomfortable, while Saf has an easy smile on her face.

Please introduce yourselves.

After a glance at Ash Island, Saf begins her introduction with a bow.

Saf: Hello, everyone. My name is Saf, I’m a producer for H1GHR Music.

Following her lead, it seems Ash Island takes his first breath since the camera started rolling.

Ash Island: Hi, guys. I’m Ash Island from Ambition Musik.

Did you two know each other before the show?

Saf: Well, of course I don’t think there’s anyone interested in Korean hip hop right now that doesn’t know Ash Island. But we’ve also seen each other in passing at events and parties and such. This is my first time really talking to him though.

As she talks, Ash Island appears to loosen up just the slightest. He directs his gaze to Saf when he speaks.

Ash Island: [to Saf] You… can just call me Ash.

Saf looks at him in surprise, her cheeks just the slightest shade darker, undetectable to most.

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“WHY DID THEY EDIT IT LIKE THAT?” Rohan’s obnoxious laughter in the background is only furthering your agitation.

“Come on,” Rohan lets out between spurts of laughter. “That had nothing to do with the editing. Don’t tell me that wasn’t exactly how it felt when he looked at you.”

Unable to refute his claim, all you say is “Whatever.”

“Did they have to put in the romantic background music and CGI cherry blossoms though?” you complain.

Ignoring your best friend’s following fit of laughter, you begrudgingly hit play once again.

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“Duuuuude I didn’t realize you were so smooth!”

“Our Bition Baby is all grown up!”

“You can just call me Ash,” Changmo repeats in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ash asks, only slightly annoyed that his labelmates had interrupted his studio time. He wasn’t making much progress today anyway.

“Did you not watch the Show Me previews last night?” Hash Swan asks.

“No, I thought I’d avoid the embarrassment of seeing myself on national TV,” Ash replies. He was there when it happened, he didn’t need reminders of how awkward he was on camera.

“Alright, you have to watch this,” Leellamarz says, pulling up the reposted video on Youtube.

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You guys are the youngest producer team in the history of the show. Do you feel pressured by this fact?

Saf: [to Ash] Do you want me to answer this one?

He looks at her and nods wordlessly. She smiles at him in return before addressing the camera.

Saf: Of course, working next to such big names and artists can be quite intimidating. But I think as long as we put out work that we can be proud of, I will be satisfied.

Saf: But I would appreciate it if the viewers would look kindly upon us as it is our first time on this show. I’m kind of a wimp; I think I’d be pretty hurt if I saw we were receiving hate comments.

Saf’s smile indicates she’s only joking, and the production team can be heard laughing behind camera.

Ash: I doubt anyone in their right mind would send you hate.

Saf: Why not?

Ash: All you do is sit and smile and release music. What could anyone possibly say about you?

Saf: …I’ll take that as a compliment.

Ash: It was one.

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“I hope you know that if you break her heart,” Changmo starts, “I’m petitioning to kick you out of the company. I am NOT risking losing an invite to AOMG-H1GHR parties because of you.”

Ash rolls his eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, dude. Glad to know you have so much faith in me. But also, chill out. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Yet? So you are planning on making a move?” Hash Swan questions. Ash sighs. Why are these guys reading so much into everything he says?

“No, I am not making a move, I barely know her,” Ash refutes. “She’s just a producer that I will be working with for the next couple months.” That day was the first time he’d ever talked to you. There is no reason to get excited about anything just yet, even if he does think you have a nice smile.

“Come on, Ash. She’s not just a producer,” Leellamarz points out. Ash is a bit wary of where he’s going with this-

“She’s a very cute producer.” -and rightfully so. Ash really can’t catch a break with these guys. They all burst out laughing, and Changmo gives Leella a high-five.

“Whatever,” Ash mutters. “Why the sudden interest in my love life anyway?”

“Wow, you’re not even gonna try and deny that you think she’s cute?” Hash asks. This guy is way too observant.

“I have eyes. How am I supposed to not think she’s cute?” Ash says bluntly.

“You know, contrary to what you may believe, not everybody has to find her cute,” Changmo says, mostly just to tease him. “Maybe she’s just not my type,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, that’s because she’s actually nice,” Ash retorts. “And we all know that isn’t your type.”

“That’s never been your type either, Ash, so why the sudden change of heart?” Leella asks.

“Maybe I’m looking for a change of pace,” Ash says with a noncommittal shrug. This is all hypothetical anyway. It’s not like he’s planning on asking you out or anything. He just thinks you’re cute, there is no reason for the guys to make such a big deal out of it.

“Yeah, well be careful. You’re going to make some very scary people mad if you mess around with her,” Changmo warns.

“Please, the H1GHR guys are like literally the nicest guys on the planet. I think I’m safe,” Ash says.

“That’s not who I’d be worried about if I were you.”

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a/n: let me know what you think!! was the official show part too short? are there parts that sound weird/awkward? first time writing full fics so i'm always open to feedback!

#ash island #ash island imagines #ash island scenarios #ash island x reader #khiphop #khiphop imagines #khiphop scenarios #khh imagines #khh scenarios #hg #ambition musik

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roguestarsailor · 3 years

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You know what since we’re still in quarantine and i have nothing else better to do, i need to obsess over ACOTAR. I don't like a court of frost and starlight. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why I didn't like it. I aggressively read the book in maybe a day and I closed it feeling frustrated and annoyed. My version had A Court of Silver Flames preview so that definitely contributed to my annoyance greatly.

It's because it felt too perfect. Everything that had happened -- after the entire war was fought and won, they just go back to their normal lives? Yes there were hiccups and yes there were still aspects that made every IC character feel like their problems aren’t solved yet...but it didnt feel right. yes i enjoyed the snowball fight between the bat boys, feyre + rhys sexy time, and those little comfort moments too, the slice of life type things and seeing feyre accomplishing her goals and how hopeful the future seems BUT its too fast. the good parts of the book did not offset the bad parts of it.

Feyre literally accomplished pretty much every single goal she made back in ACOMAF just like that?? within a span of what a few months? a year?? She really came back from an entire war -- probably the first war of many since she's immortal and just like that, after her 21st birthday: she gets a whole entire estate, wants to start poppin babies, opens her art studio and starts teaching kids and then acting like she can rule an entire court?? the timeline is sooo short esp since its been brought up over and over again how everyone is literally 500 years old and have a super “messy” history and their changes seems to come super dupe slowly. but feyre, who has only lived 0.000000002% of her fae life, is out here thriving just fine???

the war devastated thousands of illyrian soldiers where its changing the politics of the illyrains and the faes, all of whom feyre has responsibilities over too as high lady. the mortal queens are still at large who left the humans on prythian to die which is why feyre was willing to go to war in the first place! what about the rest of hybern and their land and residents?? they wanted to enslave humans for social and economical reasons! then what about integrating humans w deep hatred and fear with deeply prejudice fae??? there’s also spring and summer court who are literally in ruins. thats literally so much. so idk how feyre is just chillin???? she gonna let rhys do all the hard work???

like feyre sit down. u should not be having a baby. esp since it took u literally a 700 pages to heal from those 3 months UTM. ur telling me shes gonna whole heartedly bring in a newborn in a war devastated world, with civil unrest (illyrains, other courts), with the messiness of human and fae integration, with trauma u and rhys will have to continue to overcome esp after THIS war??? even helping ur sisters w their traumas??

this is a personal opinion on this subject (and maybe my thoughts will change on this later on; opened to other thoughts) but when i read the part about how that weaver/seamstress artist who made that dark quilt that feyre loved talked about how her mate of 300 years didn’t come back from the war and her biggest regret was that she didnt have a kid to remember him by i just thought ur kid isn’t some sort of memorabilia. don’t have a kid to keep the memory of ur mate alive; have a kid cuz u want a kid purely for the sake of having a kid. ur memories and photos and shit will keep their memory alive but its not having a kid. some primitive need to keep the genes alive maybe?? but the way it was phrased and then in turn how feyre was like oh i need a baby pronto cuz rhys might die in the next war and regret not having a kid with him didn’t sit right with me. also the other couple were together for +300 years and have a rich life together, while shes been with rhys for literally two years THATS NOTHING IN FAE YEARS. thats still the honeymoon phase and also ur problems arent even close to being over!!!

everyone was shitty to nesta. in ACOMAF, we saw how much the IC went through and still did all they could to help feyre. what made them not think nesta deserve the same welcome? nesta is mean as a defense but did no one try to figure out what would help (amren got close but shes so under developed)??? feyre knows nesta feels too much and yet she continued to be shitty. continued to flaunt her wealth, her status, her familiarity/borderline know-it-all attitude about fae/night court, her ~estate~. forcing nest to the solstice party when nesta was literally like i dont belong, im looking at everyone through a window type of thing; the fire cracking triggering her, etc. what kind of power play was that when she made nesta come to her estate, where nesta could SEE how ~homey~ and how suscessful feyre is and fully see all the lovely paintings of everyone feyre loves that explicitly exclude her to tell her to fuck off to a war camp?? bro???? cas was a dick too and elaine was rude. i think a lot of his actions were meant to make her angry since anger keeps u fighting (as was the method of rhys for feyre in ACOMAF) but what he said was stupidly shitty and i demand that he apologize properly. elaine could have done more to help her sister but whatever. mor was definitely an ass too (and im upset for how little her character growth is).

Lucein. that man can’t catch a break tbh. im happy that hes w the band of exiles cuz he is whole heartedly accepted there. feyre was definitely an asshole to him even tho he helped as much as he could throughout the books. he tries so hard w elaine as well and it did hit my heart a bit when she was like gloves to work in my garden?? no ?? i use my bare hands see oNly aZiReL sEeS mE fOr WhO i Am. and at the same feyre is like flaunting her mate status to lucein which is mean as shit. its like this man can’t find love in prythain. then tamlin sending him his box of his things??? thats for sure brutral. tam was literally his partner through it all; savior of sorts even. no love from IC, no love from elaine, no love from feyre, no love from tamlin, no love from autumn court rejected everywhere! also HIS TRUE FATHER?? HEllo???

then on tamlin. i pity the guy! was i suppose to feel that way??? it felt like he is allowed to get a redemption arc and maybe i’ll even root for a redemption arc??? i was absolutely excited for freysand in ACOMAF but after ACOFAS, im like tamlin is....not completely bad??? his relationship w feyre was bad and the controlling parts were very much a no-no. i dont truly understand the dynamics of an abusive relationship but i can understand that it can be insidious and its the little things that hurt the victim. and i felt feyre through ACOMAF and rooted for her to escape her abuser! but then it felt like i dont think he was doing any of those things out of malice. ill say tamlin is a bad leader and doesn’t know how to run a court outside of what he sees his father do. his understanding on everything is based on the traditions of the past which i think fueled most of the things he did i.e. not telling feyre she was in danger since maybe his mom didn’t do those war planning things. ACOTAR showed how he truly cared/loved and took good care of feyre and her family. he even talked about how he didn’t believe in the enslavement of humans! i think that tam wanted to preserve what he thought was the good (aka feyre + her love of painting) and get back a sense of control that he and his entire court lost while chained to amarantha. but at the same time, i think he truly thought feyre wasn’t safe. he knows rhys can crush minds and knows feyre can’t read/write so when he got that letter telling him shes safe of course hes gonna flip shit and made a deal w the devil (although those temper outbursts were DEFINITIVELY not ok!!!). he also didn’t listen and has sense of he knows best when feyre was not the type of person. but feyre destroyed his entire court. he lost all his sentries who literally went out to die for him during amarantha’s reign. he lost lucien too; his trusted right hand man. his people were cursed for 50 years and then continued to suffer UTM and was in the process of rebuilding too! but just seeing spring court, WHO BORDERS THE HUMANS, be in ruins where his subjects left him, his people left him and hes all alone in the manson?? that was sooo sad. so im like why does what feyre did not feel satisfactory????? im mad that it didn’t feel right??? maybe there wasn’t a point where feyre talked to tamlin -- like really talked to him esp w her new found voice and power, etc. anyways, i dont hate tamlin and was like oh shit i think feyre fucked up a bit there.

rhys is a dick to nesta. which made me think, if feyre wasn’t his mate would he extend the same love and care to her??? i loved how he tried so hard to make sure feyre was ok. made sure she wasn’t breaking! all of it! but for nesta, he had the audacity to use his high lord voice and be an ass overall. even tho he can see how cas is fucken in love??? even just how he talks to cass feels off too.

i’ll even go as far as to say because of how terrible ACOFAS was, it created this intense divide within the fandom. i remember reading the first three books and was absolutely 1) rooting for freysand 2) curious about the sister relationship and how it will be mended 3) i definitely didn’t hate nesta nor did i hate elaine either -- but i was adament about them talking it out with feyre for those tough times 4) saw a more realistic and charming healing arc 5) was rooting for feyre to be a stronger voice and grow into herself 6) love the dynamic of the inner circle + feyre

but after ACOFAS, I have this intense need to defend nesta and was super mad at how she was treated after the war and in turn a deep dislike for elaine for both her lack of agency, lack of grit that made all the other characters interesting, and lack of care for her sisters (who showed how much they would risk for her). i dont hate rhys but i was extremely not happy with him and his attitude and behavior. feyre became more arrogant and was acting like how asshole rhysand would act. like her life is perfect now and i was not rooting for her anymore. freysand didn’t feel like they have complimenting qualities that made them interesting in the first place but rather they are merging to become the same person but in a bad way. that mind reading thing was cute in the beginning but it became insufferable since all thoughts were shared so seamlessly it made reading feel weird.

anyways those are my thoughts on ACOFAS. it was a 1/5 stars for me and im mad those events transpired. reading the other books made me excited to know what was gonna happen and i was truly ready to accept the characters as flawed and nuanced as they are. im not mad about character not liking each other but i am mad that everything felt off. ACOFAS just felt regressive in some parts and forced in other parts. i know not everything ends in a nice tied up bow but this book single handily ruined what i thought about these characters in the worse way possible. this book wasn’t suppose to wrap up all the problems that exists in the other books but it didn’t feel hopeful like i thought it would. it didn’t feel wrapped up and didn’t feel like i should be excited about the next books. theres so many missing pieces i feel that i think need explaining and at the same time, i think it introduced too many problems at once which made it feel like its jumping around everywhere. although im still excited for ACOSF because i love nesta, and nesta deserves so much better and i want to have hope that this bad ending will either make sense later on or it was just a blimp.

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thewhitefluffyhat · 3 years

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Thoughts on Gou Episode 18

When I saw the preview pictures for this week’s episode, I was pretty sure from Hanyuu being physical that we'd be jumping straight into the Satoko backstory arc, going from Matsuribayashi to St. Lucia's.

And this episode was exactly that. As usual in Gou, everything going as expected feels incredibly unsettling and tense.

(I was hoping for a very short post this week to have more time to work on my Guide to Witches, but, well...)

Missing Houjous

After finally appearing in Episode 17, Satoshi's absence in Episode 18 was even more conspicuous. Satoko was fully cured, so what about him?

I'd be very surprised if he didn't still have a major part to play. If we're going the full "everyone abandons Satoko" route, then the trivial theory is that he died or left Satoko to hang with Shion. Alternatively, if Satoko made it into St. Lucia's, perhaps she had to leave him behind.

That being said, there’s also another notable Houjou absent from this episode - Teppei.

Teppei never being dealt with in Matsuribayashi was one of the major threads I’ve seen fans complain about in the past. It leaves a minor cloud over the otherwise happy ending. And Satoko potentially leaving Hinamizawa to go to a fancy school just makes that shadow even more puzzling. Teppei is still Satoko’s legal guardian - even if she passed the entrance exam for St. Lucia’s, could she enroll without his permission?

(Well, maybe she could. Homura manages similar in Madoka Magica, after all.)

Yet Teppei making a surprise reappearance doesn’t seem quite right either. It wouldn’t explain why Satoko wants to stay in Hinamizawa, rather than being desperate to leave. Also, even if the club members are drifting apart from Satoko, I can’t imagine they’d be so callous as to turn a blind eye on Teppei causing her trouble.

Did Satoko make it into St. Lucia Academy?

I was very happy to see Rika including Satoko in her plan to go to St. Lucia's! Her ditching Satoko without a second thought never seemed right for her character. I could see her being forced to make a hard choice between Satoko and St. Lucia's later, but at least she tried.

As for whether Satoko will pass the exam... predictions seem to be pretty split on it!

My pessimistic expectation is that "Satoko fails the exam" is the reason behind everything. It's the easy way to go - Satoko’s book smarts have never been her strength, with this episode even drawing attention to it with the memory card game.

I've also seen the theory (and thought myself) that Satoko in OP may be taking off the St. Lucia's uniform to hint that she isn't actually a St. Lucia student. Presumably she borrowed a uniform and is sneaking in to kill Rika.

But even with all that... I'd much rather have Satoko actually join Rika at St. Lucia's! For a few reasons:

-The obvious: as many, many people have noted, it just feels very strange to have St. Lucia's be portrayed completely positively. And even if Rika was having a good time, perhaps Satoko was not.

-If we're going the "Satoko feels lonely and abandoned in Hinamizawa" route, why bother emphasizing the Dam War grudges are over?

Sure, it might only be a justification for why Rika could leave and why Satoko would think she could be happy in the long term in Hinamizawa. (I mean, the whole town hated her, you’d think she’d really want to leave...) But Satoko being content in Hinamizawa seems rather counter to her motivation in this theory. Wouldn’t it make more sense to go the opposite direction, show that without Rika around, Satoko isn't as accepted as OG Matsuribayashi implies?

Indeed, on second watch, I was struck by how happy Satoko is this episode. (Rika’s the one acting weird and keeping secrets!) She seems to be taking the changes to Hinamizawa decently well... for now anyway...

-A small thing, but I think it would be a nice bit of hidden depths to see Satoko actually pull it off the entrance exams through sheer determination. (After all, Lambda does like people who work hard for their goals.) Alternatively, Satoko cheating on the exams, and potentially getting caught (with heavy consequences) might be an interesting angle.

-Finally: both Satoko and Rika at St. Lucia's? Playing out all the super cliché "private all girls’ Catholic school" yuri tropes? When they potentially become Lambda and Bern? Absolutely hilarious. I never would have seen that kind of ~*pure and innocent Class S*~ scenario coming in a million years! XD

Tempering Expectations

Speaking of shipping, I hope everyone is satisfied with all the handholding. I definitely had a reflexive moment this episode of "hrmmm, is this actually going somewhere or is it just typical anime bait? :/"

And then I remembered that even if it was going somewhere, this is When They Cry. Sketchy fanservice and raunchy jokes are fair play, but the actual romances in this series are like... super chaste while on screen lol.

(This is not a criticism, I just find the contrast rather amusing.)

Also yes, I’m with everyone in thinking teen!Satoko really looks a lot like Lambdadelta. Acts like her too, with that conversation as she and Rika walk home being yet another instance where Gou’s portrayal of SatoRika starts to shade hard into LambdaBern dynamics.

Of course, Ryukishi07 loves his ambiguity, so all these little breadcrumbs may still add up to nothing more than vague implications for Umineko fans to theorycraft around.

...Man, Gou’s first cour was kind of a slog, but cour 2 has been a very weird experience of constantly pumping the breaks on the out of control hype train whizzing through my brain.

Missing Credits Animation?

Yay, we finally got the new ED! And ooh, I really like it! I’m also glad I’m not the only one who thought it maybe sounded a bit Umineko-ish, haha.

But what happened to the animation? Does it simply not exist, or is it too spoilery?

I could see the ED potentially showing all the club members in their older designs, and perhaps we can’t see it yet because the show hasn’t revealed changes to Keiichi, Rena, and Mion yet.

More likely, perhaps the ED focuses on St. Lucia’s, hence why there’s no animation yet. If this is true, I’m guessing it would be a very SatoRika focused piece.

Hype Brain: Or maybe it’s witches!

Well, I look forward to it regardless!

The True Nature of Everything

Now for something a lot more speculative. While I was considering unresolved plot threads from OG Matsuribayashi, I spun together another small theory.

Because if there’s one aspect of Matsuribayashi that’s always bothered me, it would be this: Rika never reveals her true nature and personality to her friends. She tells them about the Syndrome and the conspiracy at the Clinic, but Hanyuu being a god? The loops she’s experienced? Nope and nope.

Indeed, as of Saikoroshi, Rika has resolved to bury her supernatural memories and any trauma attached to them. And with Hanyuu going to sleep, she would also have lost the one person who would believe her about the hell she went through.

If Satoko was as close to Rika as the OP/ED lyrics seem to be suggesting, I wonder if that wasn’t a factor. Rika has a huge and painful secret she’s locked away that Satoko knows nothing about. That Satoko couldn’t even begin to understand.

Unless, of course, Satoko ended up looping herself.

What if…

What if Satoko’s motivation isn’t just the what of Rika leaving, but the why?

I mean, wouldn’t that be heartbreaking? If this wasn’t so much about forcing Rika to stay by her side, but Satoko’s attempt to understand her friend that went horribly, horribly wrong?

(...Lambda loves to joke about keeping Bern trapped, but at the end of the day, what she values most is that she’s the one person who knows what Bern is truly like...)

It would explain the nature of Gou’s gameboard a little better too.

Throughout most of Gou, rather than hitting Rika over the head with “you need to stay here with me,” Satoko has stayed in the shadows. She’s no Beatrice, appearing in front of Battler and demanding he acknowledge his sin. Instead, the main thing Satoko seems to be accomplishing is prodding Rika to use and display her knowledge of the loops.

And speaking of which…

Satoko’s Playstyle

I discussed last week how the new Hinamizawa game feels like Lambda’s playstyle, but I’ve only just now put together that it’s also, simultaneously, Satoko’s playstyle as well.

Why were the first three Gou arcs so eerily close to the originals? Because using the old, battered deck of cards is key to the game. Satoko is intentionally lining up all the familiar pieces to allow Rika to cheat, only for Rika to fall right into Satoko’s trap.

The “-damashi” part of the arc titles mean “deceiving,” and who’s better known for deception strategies than Satoko?

(As for how Satoko would know about other loops in so much detail? Well, I’m still on board with the “Satoko has done her own set of loops” idea...)

The point is, Gou is what happens when both Satoko and Rika apply the club’s approach to the mystery of Higurashi itself. All’s fair in love and club games!

Even really, really high stakes club games.

#when they cry #higurashi #higurashi gou #furude rika #houjou satoko #houjou satoshi #satorika #higurashi gou analysis #umineko #lambdadelta #lambdabern #my ramblings #read more #looper thunderdome #my higurashi gou sotsu meguri thoughts

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heloflor · 3 years

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Mistletoe tradition

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December is a time of sharing, of fun, of celebrating numerous holidays and traditions from all sorts of cultures. And one of these traditions is the perfect way to show affection to someone special, so long as one’s partner forgets about what the past might think of the two of them.

Note : Yes I know it’s way past december now but for some reason this idea came to mind after making headcanons with “young adult/20s-30s” Dakota having a collection room; and I don’t want to wait 10 months before posting it. The first half of this fic could also serve as some kind of preview for something longer that I’m working on, though the first chapter won’t come out before a few weeks because I have a lot of fics from previous fandoms that I’ve written on paper and need to “digitize” and post.

In the first half of the fic, Cavendish and Dakota are in their younger version (“First Impressions”) while the second half takes place after they get banned from time travel (so I guess a year after season 2 if we follow the show’s chronology). And, as usual, the two are already in a relationship. Oh yeah, and it’s mostly fluff for once. Though, I don’t know if there’s a trigger warning or something for that but know that the characters talk about homophobia. Anyways, enjoy !

It was that time of the year again. The leaves were done falling, snow started to be expected and, everywhere, houses and malls started to be filled with Christmas decorations. December finally arrived.

Vinnie was in his memory room, using having the week-end off to dust off the shelves. He’d been gone for two weeks due to his last mission and had some catching up to do if he wanted the place clean and his souvenirs maintained. At least that last mission brought him a new artifact : a book of all the species that were identified in the Europe of the 17th century. In front of the book was resting a picture of him sitting at an old desk in old-fashioned clothes, asleep on the open book, the room slightly illuminated by a single candle.

Vinnie smiled at the picture. He’d been pleasantly surprised when he woke up and found out that Balthazar had taken a picture for him that night. Vinnie could also remember the next morning, waking up with the book neatly put next to his face and glasses, away from any possible drool that was itself taken care of by a tissue put under his head, while a blanket was resting on his back and the candle had been long ago put out. When he had woken up, his first instinct was to look for his partner and see if he was awake. Upon seeing the blonde sleep, he had decided to try and make breakfast ready, wishing to give Balth a morning that was as pleasant as the night Vinnie received from him.

Vinnie shook his head as he tried to get back to the present, his smile never faltering. He and Balth had been in a serious relationship for almost two years now; and for the past weeks, the blonde had moved in Vinnie’s apartment. Of course, things weren’t always easy, especially with how badly his free spirit tended to clash with Balth’s stubbornness. But most often than not, the two saw eye to eye and started to make more and more memories together that made every argument worthwhile.

As he left the room and looked at the streets from the window, his mind still full of thoughts about his boyfriend, an idea came to mind. He went to his bedroom, fumbling for a bit with a box full of Christmas decorations that he took out today until he found what he was looking for. It was an old mistletoe that he used in the past to please a few flings. It wasn’t in the best condition but it would do for today.

Vinnie went back to the living room, tied the leaf to a string with a magnet on its end, and used one of his flying contraptions to hoist it up right above his front door. For a moment, he thought that he had enough time to make it a surprise. But unfortunately, before he could place the leaf right, the door opened, revealing Balth who stopped at the sight of his boyfriend.

“Vinnie, what are you doing ?”, the blonde asked, eyes on the robot hovering above him.

“Hi babe. I’m hanging a mistletoe.”, he nonchalantly replied.

“I can see that.”, Balth crossed his arms, clearly waiting for more information.

“I just thought we could have some seasonal fun, you know ? Have something that’s us.”, as he kept talking, Vinnie continued to maneuver the drone. Once he got it to a satisfying height, he magnetized the string to the wall, keeping the leaf hanging where he wanted it.

“You want to make a game out of kissing under the mistletoe ?”, the blonde was still looking at the leaf despite his tone and raised eyebrow being targeted at the smaller man. Vinnie smirked, joining his boyfriend on the doorway.

“Well yeah. We’re almost never home, and when we’re on mission you always want to keep our relationship a secret s-“

“You know we have to keep our relationship-“

“Yeah yeah, I know. I know and understand that most people would kill us for it.”, Vinnie interrupted back, almost rolling his eyes. “So that’s why I think that, when we’re home, we could make up for the lost time ! From today and until Christmas, we’ll have to kiss every time we cross the door together.”, he explained. “This means everytime we come back from missions and when we go out.”, Vinnie titled his head towards the leaf above them. “So what do you say ?”

Balth seemed to consider it for a moment before finally smiling, his gaze finally back on his boyfriend.

“Yes. I suppose we can do something like that.”

“Great ! Sooo, if we’re going to start today…”, Vinnie removed his glasses, wiggling his eyebrows while hoping that Balth would quickly get the message because his eyes were already starting to hurt from the light. Lucky for him, the blonde immediately rolled his eyes with a smile and cupped his boyfriend’s cheek, pulling him closer and kissing him. When the brit pulled away, Vinnie barely let him time to catch his breath before launching himself at his face again.

“This is going to be a long month, isn’t it .”, Balth asked after pushing his boyfriend away. Despite his annoyed tone, the blonde hadn’t stopped smiling. Vinnie couldn’t help but chuckle happily before kissing the taller man again.

This was going to be a great month.

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It was a cold day in Danville despite the sun shining. It was ten days before Christmas and the town was swarming in activity between those who were still working and those who were looking for their holidays decorations and Christmas presents. Vinnie was in his “apartment”, humming some cheesy Christmas song as he was dealing with the leaf in his hands and a strand of string. He had bought the mistletoe a few minutes earlier, after Balth had left to get them takeout at Vinnie’s request.

After tying the leaf, the short man went to take all the books they had, making himself a stool out of it. At first, he had thought of using his office chair. But seeing how unstable it would be, along with how close to the ceiling he would end up, he decided that books would suffice. Besides, he didn’t need that big of a lift.

As he put the books down, he made sure one of his was at the bottom, followed by Balth’s books and then his zoology encyclopedia. He then opened the door to give himself some leverage, lifted himself and started working on hanging the leaf. Lucky for him, the wall was imperfect enough that he could make it work. He just needed to put the string there and then…

“Dakota.”, Vinnie was taken by surprise as he heard the Brit’s voice from outside and felt himself lose balance. “Honestly I don’t understand why you wa-“, whatever Balth was saying, Vinnie lost track of it as his foot stood on nothing and he fell, landing on the ground with a yelp and a small thud. “Dakota ?”

Vinnie heard Balth’s footsteps quicken and, when he recovered from his fall, his husband was standing at the entrance, his expression filled with worry.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”, the shorter man reassured while standing back up. For an instant, relief flashed through Balth’s eyes, only to go back to a stern frown in an instant.

“Just what are you doing ?”, he criticized. “Are those my books ?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t step on them. And I’m hanging the mistletoe.”, Vinnie replied, showing him the leaf. Balth immediately softened.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. I know I usually put it the first day of December, but since we’re here everyday, I thought it’d be a good compromise.”, Balth didn’t reply, simply moving to put the bag of food on Vinnie’s desk. Though, as Balth crossed him, the shorter man noticed the Brit’s worried frown. “Is something wrong ?”

“Well I…”, Balth turned back towards his husband after a moment of consideration. “About this tradition of yours…I don’t think we should do it this year.”

“…Why not ?”

“Because it’s…it’s not safe. We’re not safe here.”

Vinnie had to stop himself from groaning in frustration.

“Cavendish, we’re in the 21th century and in America. Nobody is going to try and kill us for our relationship.”

“Just because nobody tried yet doesn’t mean they never will.”, Balth argued. “There are still people in this country who believe that men like me shouldn’t exist. Or that men like you are broken. Besides, the only reason why we never got attacked is because we’re hiding our relationship.”

“Yeah, in public. And we’ll continue to be careful in public.”, Vinnie replied with a comforting tone, trying his best not to get too annoyed. He’d always hated how much precaution Balth wanted to put on their relationship. It has always been a source of frustration for him to have to hide his liking of men after growing up at a time when these kinds of issues didn’t exist anymore. “But we’re in private right now. Nobody’s going to waltz in there.”

“We could have neighbors.”

“In this place ? It sucks even as an office ! And we have a door.”

“Dakot- !”, Balth sighed. “Vinnie, I’m just trying to look out for you !”, he looked away, his arms crossed, more in a self-embrace than in annoyance. “I could never forgive myself if anything happens to you because of me.”, it almost sounded like a whisper.

This time, Vinnie couldn’t hold his groan.

“Yeah, because I’m the one who needs saving. Come on Cav ! It’s not like I was the one who got assassinated by some crazy teen !”

“E-excuse me ?!”, Balth’s confusion was all too apparent.

“1252. That one ‘spying on the Lord’ mission back when we barely started dating.”, Vinnie half-explained half-deadpanned. “I flirted way too openly on the first day and some guy attacked us at night and killed you while I was away. I got ambushed and almost died from his attack when I came back.”, the taller man looked at him in shock, as if he only now considered the possibility, which only fueled Vinnie up. All these deaths were a topic he tended to avoid for a reason. “Why do you think I stopped flirting during missions ?!”, Balth just stood there, clearly still trying to process this information. This made Vinnie calm down a bit and he decided to go back on topic, if only to make Balth forget about the whole ‘dying all the time’ situation.

“Look, Balth.”, he said after taking a deep breath. “All I want is to share a small tradition we’ve had for years. Ever since we’ve been there, you’ve been pulling back from everything that has to do with us ! But we’re safe here. Nobody lives next door and all the other people working here barely know us. Nobody’s going to attack us. I- I wouldn’t risk it again anyways.”

“…I don’t know, Vinnie.”, he seemed much more hesitant than before, which Vinnie took as a sign of progress. “This is something we’re supposed to do at home.”

“This is home, Balth. I don’t like it any more than you do, but it’s our home now.”, Vinnie approached his husband, who was still standing cross-armed while clearly avoiding Vinnie’s eyes. Gently, the smaller man nudged him. “Come on Cav. Balth. Honey.”

“Oh alright, fine !”, Balth finally said, not without sounding unhappy about it. “We can keep this tradition of yours. But only if we do it with the door closed and make it quick.”

“Door closed, quick kiss. Got it.”, Vinnie was more than happy to reply. He’d get what he can get. Quickly, he went back to the books and started piling them up again.

“Allow me.”, Balth almost sighed his words as he took the mistletoe, only using a few of the books already piled up to lift himself and hang the leaf. Vinnie used that time to collect the rest of the books and put them aside. He’ll have to sort them out later.

With the books taken care of, the smaller man went back to his husband, waiting as he finished his task. When Balth was done he turned around, quickly caught sight of his partner smiling next to him and sighed.

“Wouldn’t you rather eat before it gets cold ?”, he tried.

“Hey, don’t try to bribe me with food.”, Vinnie jokingly reprimanded.

“Well it sometimes work.”, the taller man replied. There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“And it won’t this time.”, Vinnie teased back. He pulled his glasses up and Balth pulled him closed to kiss him. Like the Brit said, the kiss was barely a second and, once he pulled away, Balth immediately went to sort the books. Vinnie quickly took the hint.

“Alright, let’s eat now.”, he said as he rushed to his desk while Balth was finishing with the books. Vinnie had to admit, he was disappointed that he had to compromise so much to keep this tradition. But he knew that Balth wouldn’t budge. And for now, he didn’t expect him to.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to convince his husband that not every time period before 2060 wanted him dead for who he was. But for now, he’ll just have to enjoy what life gave him.

That’s what he always did anyways.

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Note : Small bonus headcanons :

- “20s-30s” Dakota wanted to get tons of decorations for his house and Cavendish had to force him not to buy half the store. Cavendish doesn’t want a place that people would stop to stare at or where he could get bothered by all the decorations.

- For the first Christmas after the events of season 2, Dakota got Cavendish a customed trophy with the words “Savior of the World” written on it. Cavendish absolutely adores it.

#Milo Murphy's Law #mml #Vinnie Dakota #Balthazar Cavendish #Dakavendish #mml spoilers ?#my fanfics #mentions of homophobia #death mention #tw #???#this was written like #two months ago #but the season 2 analysis was the priority

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Okay...so it’s time to tackle Episode 10x18 and why it didn’t bother me that much.

Despite getting to watch TWD Season 10B early thanks to a forgotten AMC Premiere account, I waited an entire 24 hours before I watched 10x18 out of fear of the inevitable.

And by now I’m sure you know exactly what I’m referring too.

However, after I did finally break down and watch it Friday evening, I was surprised that it didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would.

Some might say that’s just because of the tinfoil hat now firmly placed tightly around my head after the previous episode convinced me even more Beth Greene might just show up out of the blue one day soon to a TWD universe production near you. Okay, I’ll give you that!

However, there are very logical reasons why I don’t feel the least bit threatened by this new woodland harlot, Leah, (I’m just joking, geesh) and I’m going to tell you what they are!

Before I begin, I want to make clear that while I’m not thrilled about the idea of Daryl being in a romantic relationship with anyone but Beth, I didn’t really even hate Leah but saw her instead as what I believe she was meant to be. On her own in another situation she probably would be a great character. However, when I have mentioned in the past that I liked this episode, I was mainly referring to the parts with Car*l. Not because I am petty and enjoyed the fight, but because I think these are conversations that Daryl and her need to be having.

Nevertheless, here’s my take of 10X18. Consider yourself spoiler warned if you haven’t seen it yet.

Daryl was probably at the loneliest part of his life when Leah enters the picture.

Let’s take the time and set this scene a moment...

At the point in the story when Leah first appears, Daryl has been wandering the woods for three freaking years looking for any sign of Rick’s body.

While Daryl is away, everything he knows has changed and life has just continued to carry on without him for everyone else he loves. Rick and Carl are both long gone. Carol is busy being a wife and mother. Michonne has pretty much shut off Alexandria from everybody including Team family. Maggie left for parts unknown with Georgie and has taken little Hershel with her.

Literally every single thing that Rick and Team Family ever tried to build during this apocalypse is shattered and everything the man has ever loved is gone.

We also can’t forget that the person Daryl would have naturally clung to during this sad time happened to “die” before he ever stepped foot into Virgina. Therefore, Daryl is left with absolutely no one. It’s a damn miracle that he didn’t off himself and might have - had he not been so obsessed in finding Rick’s body.

Leah is Daryl’s exact mirror in female form.

So he meets Leah after accidentally breaking into her cabin and almost immediately we can see she is literally like him looking into a mirror. Now, I’ve already read many people trying to compare her to Car*l and even Beth and while I do get what they are saying, I also disagree. This lady is no other than the female version of Daryl Dixon. He has surely found his exact match in her.

Here’s how we figure that out:

Leah is tough as nails but obviously has a heart because she doesn’t immediately kill Daryl for busting into her cabin and ultimately lets him go.

You come to find out she had abusive parents and a very shitty childhood just like Daryl.

You find out her life sucked until she found her group - who had given her not only hope but finally a real family.

Like Daryl, her life also greatly improved during the apocalypse.

It takes Leah a very long time to trust Daryl enough to even tell him her name.

You find out she had a son who was born very much like Judith was. Her “sister” died giving birth to him, causing her to raise him as her own.

Something horrible happens to the group (horde of walkers) and everyone else gets killed. She takes her son and runs to the cabin only to realize that he had been bitten and ultimately dies.

It highly implied Leah blames herself for what happened to her family.

Like Daryl, at this point in the story Leah has lost everything she has ever loved, has sought refuge in the woods, and is completely alone.

Yet, in no way, shape, or form was Leah ever supposed to be a replacement for Beth. Instead, I believe she actually demonstrates why Bethyl worked so well.

While I’m okay with the character of Leah, she’s no Beth. Not even close. As I stated before, she is just like Daryl and that’s really the problem.

Because we need to understand the thing that made Bethyl work so well was their fundamentally different personalities fitting together like peanut butter and jelly - both perfectly fine on their own but together making the perfect combination.

And TPTB spent a lot of time and effort back in the day showing us how much this was so.

While sometimes opposite people clash, we were shown that their different natures surprisingly completed each other very well. In other words, they were each other’s yin and yang. This was most obvious with Daryl helping Beth realize her own strength and Beth showing Daryl how to move forward. However, I could create an entire meta...and there are many that already exist out there...listing countless examples of how we saw them bringing the best out in each other. The combination of this along with their utmost (even sometimes brutal) honesty, shared history, and absolute trust in each other, created a foundation for a very healthy relationship.

In contrast, two people with nearly identical personalities and the same exact kind of unhealed trauma like Leah and Daryl, are usually not good life partners because they can hinder and get in the way of each other’s forward progress.

While you can understand why these kinds of people gravitate together and form bonds over shared experience, resulting romantic relationships can often be rocky. Many times the shared trauma can result in both partners having the exact same kinds of problems with trust, communication, and reckless expression of feelings. There is nobody in the relationship to model different kinds of behaviors and ideas since both tend to have the same life experiences to draw upon. Instead, each serves to the other as a living testament to and as confirmation of why their negative thoughts and behaviors are correct.

In other words, there is nobody there to throw the life preserver when both people are drowning. Nobody to even suggest to either partner a different way of doing things.

Also, when the relationship’s foundation is based solely on shared trauma, the trauma itself can become the only thing holding the two partners together.

This is why I never thought Daryl and Car*l would ever make good romantic partners. However, at least they have different types of personalities and kinds of trauma. Car*l is just...well Car*l - a force all on her own - and there’s nothing to suggest she ever experienced abuse in childhood. However, Leah being an exact carbon copy of Daryl gave that relationship even less of a chance.

And what I have just described seems to be exactly what we really do see happen between Daryl and Leah in Episode 10x18. I could list various examples but for time’s sake, I’m choosing not to because I am sure you can see it too - at least now that I’ve brought it up.

Just know I also believe this is why NR seemed to imply the relationship was not good in earlier preview shows.

Daryl flat out told Leah he didn’t know if he could choose her.

As many others have already pointed out throughout the weekend, I believe the biggest difference between Daryl’s reaction to Leah and his reaction to Beth is the simple fact he really didn’t seem to want to stay in that cabin with Leah forever. He doesn’t even seem all that upset about it either until he starts talking with Car*l later.

This drastically contrasts with the “Oh” scene with Beth. Hell, Daryl didn’t even care if the looney person who had been tending the funeral home and dressing up corpses came back! He wanted nothing more than to stay there and live happily ever after with her. There was no hesitation.

I would go as far as to say Beth is the only person able to completely divert Daryl's attention away from the rest of his family - much like she did when he spotted the Grady car and began his pursuit. However, Beth would never even ask such a thing - because not only is it her family too - but also because Beth was much too unselfish to let Daryl make those kinds of choices.

So you might ask yourself why he changed his mind in the end and made him decide to go back to Leah?

I believe he makes this choice because of the conversation with Car*l. She basically tells him that everyone else has found their place and it is time for him to find his place too. It begins to slowly eat at Daryl how they have all moved on without him. It’s important to remember that by this time in the story, he’s pretty much done scouring the river for Rick. He’s already checked out that “one last place” he hadn’t been. So now he’s beginning to ponder Car*l’s words and wondering where his place is now? Where does he go from here? It’s logical to think maybe he’s supposed to be in those woods with Leah after all.

Daryl and Leah’s relationship doesn't seem to leave much of a lasting impression or effect on Daryl.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe Daryl most definitely cared about Leah. Yet, we can’t forget how we first found Daryl all those years later after the time jump in Episode 9X6.

If you remember right, Daryl still wasn’t doing all that great. His relationship with Leah apparently does absolutely nothing to change his outlook on anything.

In comparison, we all know what just a few short weeks - perhaps a couple of months - in the woods with Beth Greene does to Daryl Dixon. It changes his character profoundly!

Daryl might have went back to Leah at the time...BUT he made it crystal clear to C*rol that he knows where he belongs NOW. That’s what the entire fight between them was really about.

There is a line that Daryl spits out during his fight with Car*l that sums up exactly why he wasn’t able to give up everything and stay with Leah. He tells Car*l that he knows where his place is…and he’s referring to being with his family at Alexandria. He’s angry that she doesn’t seem to understand that it’s where her place is as well.

AK later points this line out on TTD as important too. In fact, she literally states that his relationship with Leah is purely in the past and they will not go there again. It is rare for a showrunner to flat out proclaim something like this. It means she felt it was important for the audience to understand that this was done.She also points out that the fight is really about how sick Daryl is of Carol running away every time things get extremely difficult.

I would go a step further and say that Daryl is probably projecting what he now realizes was going on with himself when he was wandering the woods and choosing to stay there with Leah all those years ago. He’s upset with himself for having done so and he’s upset with Car*l that she has yet to have come to the same conclusion.

Ps: Be on the lookout for another post - a part two of sorts - later this week detailing all the things I’m still tinkering in my mind about this episode! ;)

Until then, keep calm and Bethyl on! She’s coming soon...

#bethyl #BETH LIVES #Beth Greene #daryl and beth #beth x daryl #bethyl forever #Team Delusional #team defiance #teamreckoning

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Is that Solaris I see on the cover of Superman/WW Future State? He returns! I am suddenly interested in Future State.

Anonymous said: So, Future State? Not gonna lie, at the very least I'm liking the artist line up. Also, Idk about you, but the designs for Diana and Yara Flor (the Wonder Woman from the Amazon) are the only ones that I'm really liking so far.

Anonymous said: FUUUUUUTUUUUUUURRRRE. state

Anonymous said: Thoughts on DC Future State?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: You’ve probably been asked already but thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: So... Future State just kind of showed up and is very mixed.

Anonymous said: Future State Superman has a heroic cop battling a villainous anarchist. Topical.

Anonymous said: On Dc future state announcements???

Anonymous said:So. Future State's been officially revealed. Your thoughts?

‘Future State’ this, ‘Future State’ that! Look, what’re you gonna believe, Jim Lee or your lying eyes?

So this looks...pretty good? Infinitely better than their previous filler stuff like Zero Month/Villains Month/Future’s End/Convergence. And given Jo Mullein is part of this, Bendis isn’t doing these Superman issues, Steve Orlando mentioned on Twitter that he was told to set aspects of this up in Wonder Woman rather than it being allowed to appear apropos of nothing like most of these, and this isn’t built around a *single* all-encompassing tone or hook - along with getting Dan damn Mora to do your main promo images and a bunch of the character designs - I do believe the plan is that this is still going to lead into new ongoing series, just all the last couple of those crossovers I mentioned did. That’s probably where we’ll see Bendis doing Jon, the Zdarsky/Fraction thing, I expect more of Ridley Batman, and maybe one or two others. In any case, nice to see a bunch of fresh talent in the mix and a more diverse lineup both on and off the page, and a lot of these concepts are neat, even if there are as always some turds in the punch bowl. The anthology model being carried forward from the Walmart titles definitely heralds more of the same, whether in the main line or for a continuation of this. And as for the books themselves, I’m gonna take my reactions one by one.

The Next Batman: Obviously I’m down for this.

Dark Detective: Bruce having a specifically defined new role (as do most of the rest of the old guard) is a smart move for making this sustainable. Tamaki’s let me down recently, but Mora, and also if this follows up on Detective #1027 we might see the Black Casebook. Backups definitely look tepid though. I’m probably gonna hold off on making a call until there’s a preview.

Harley Quinn: Pass.

Robin Eternal: ehhhhhhhh

Catwoman: Oh hell yes, V/Schmidt doing a heist.

Nightwing: Nicola Scott doing Nightwing! Andrew Scott wrote a decent little Wonder Woman/Metal Men teamup story in one of the recent anthologies, so I’m up for this.

Batman/Superman: YES. This seems to be a bit of a prequel thing, but who cares, it’s Yang/Oliver doing World’s Finest.

Superman of Metropolis: I’ve only heard of Sean Lewis doing a few indie horror books, but of course I’m curious about the Jon-as-Superman book and the groundwork I expect it lays. His costume works for me, fitting that ‘sleek and futurey’ mandate without actually rocking the boat too much (and its differentiation is a lot more tolerable with Clark still rocking the cape and trunks), and the premise is really interesting - not surprising, as editor Jamie Rich says many of the ideas for the Superman books came from conversations with Grant Morrison. Which is probably why we’re seeing so much Seven Soldiers and DC One Million stuff in here, although bringing back Manhattan Guardian, given his background, and this premise, for this moment, is questionable at best.

Superman vs. Imperious Lex: This is probably going to be the best thing to come out of this whole shebang.

Superman: Worlds of War: Privately I called that Clark would be rocking the Kingdom Come getup in here (with the belt buckle from Man of Tomorrow for some reason?). I did NOT call that he would literally have the God of War sword. I’d be skeptical at best, but PKJ and Rich have both assured they’re not doing a Dark Superman thing with this, and hot damn, Midnighter backup by Becky Cloonan!

Superman/Wonder Woman: I think this is going to turn out to be one of the biggest gems of this entire enterprise. Dan Watters did an absolutely phenomenal short story for the last Batman: Secret Files, and it’s a big teamup against Solaris!

Kara Zor-El, Superwoman: The Bombshells team reunited! Here for it.

Justice League: God, this might be really good or it might be the biggest disappointment of the bunch. Just at the sight of that I want that to be the Justice League from now on, that is an all-timer iconic cover and set of designs to introduce a group of characters, the concept’s really good, and Flash being from another universe is so cool...and the actual book is Williamson/Rocha. Rocha’s a steady hand I trust well enough, but clearly this is where Mora should have been, and you’re really leaving this to Williamson? He has done good comics, but not many. I can only hope he’s basically a placeholder setting up the status quo for a Future State Justice League imprint book same as I think PKJ and Lewis are setting up whatever Bendis is going to do later. Still, I’m not writing this off entirely, Williamson has still done some good comics and this might well be as enjoyable a two-parter as it should be. And in any case, Ram V doing future stuff with the magic characters is a win.

Aquaman: I was going to say no thanks, but the premise is a little interesting, Daniel Sampere is a good hand, and I haven’t seen Brandon Thomas’s work before but at a glance he seems to have tried some ambitious sci-fi work at Image. I’ll call this a maybe.

The Flash: Hahaha, now we’re in the shit of it. Literally there is nothing about this that would indicate it was set in the future if not for the title, a flat regurgitation of the most tired old bullshit, and it’s by a Young Justice writer to boot. Glad to know even in the future the regular Flash book is going to suck.

Teen Titans: Speaking of books we can be assured will always suck

Shazam!: Who could possibly care

Green Lantern: This one I kinda don’t blame for being nothing, Far Sector is the big Green Lantern thing in this period and they’re not gonna fuck with that so they gotta work around the fringes. Hardly sympathetic enough to get me to buy it though.

Suicide Squad: Okay, alt-Earth Flash rules, but you come up with a disabled Flash with a heavily redesigned but still recognizable and extremely rad new look - looking every inch the “Far Sector but for Flash” premise I’ve been calling for - and you put her in this nonsense? And you waste Javier Fernandez here too? I guess Robbie Thompson is passable from what I’ve seen and maybe the whole Earth 3 thing will result in this turning out alright after all, but this feels like a waste, and that’s before you get to the one story here set in the 853rd century being about Black Adam.

Immortal Wonder Woman: Oh shit this one’s gonna rule though.

Legion of Superheroes: So’s this one!

Swamp Thing: This will be excellent too but I don’t care about Swamp Thing.

Wonder Woman: I’m seeing some immediate division on Wonder Woman - some like her new costume and some hate it (I think it’s really busy but like it a lot with the blues highlighted when Mora draws it), and I understand some have problems with a Brazilian Wonder Woman rooted entirely in Greek mythology rather than any sort of indigenous religion (which I am not remotely qualified to weigh in on). I’ll hope for the best, and obviously it’ll be very pretty, but I wasn’t blown away by Jones’ writing when I tried her Catwoman book, and I hope she won’t fall flat on her face regarding representation.

I’d divide this up into

* Basically no chance in hell: Harley Quinn, The Flash, Teen Titans, Shazam!, Green Lantern

* I’d need to hear good word of mouth: Dark Detective, Robins Eternal, Aquaman, Suicide Squad

* Fingers crossed, getting it but it could go either way: Superman of Metropolis, Justice League, Wonder Woman

* Yeah, I’ll grab this one, looks fun: Nightwing, Superman: Worlds of War, Kara Zor-El: Superwoman

* This is going to be really good: The Next Batman, Catwoman, Batman/Superman, Superman vs. Imperious Lex, Superman/Wonder Woman, Immortal Wonder Woman, Legion of Superheroes, and though I’m skipping it, Swamp Thing

A pretty incredible preliminary hit-miss ratio, and along with all I said before, big shoutout to Darran Robinson for across-the-board incredible logo design work. Like the Superman books mixing Morrison and Bendis, Batman is hyper-topical with a black Batman fighting super-cops who hate resistors in masks (whole Bruce can still be part of the fight but has to reckon with not being the guy in front throwing money around and setting terms anymore), Wonder Woman goes for the obvious pun, and JL feels appropriately iconic, while the rest is hit-or-miss as not central to further plans with this setting. I had zero expectations of this as anything other than Future’s End 2.0 with a couple leading into the not-5G imprint, but while I think that’s still the same basic endgame, for the most part it feels like they’re really trying with this one and I’ve got a good feeling about it.

#DC: Future State #DC 5G #DC Comics #Opinion

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gothamsnightmare · 3 years

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List of Gotham/Valeska twins stuff I’ve been writing on that I might consider sharing some day

Note: So far, all of my stories are reader-inserts. I found that to be a lot easier to write when I started out, also, I’ve always sucked at coming up with names. I have been thinking about possibly turning a few of them into OC’s later on however, especially since it’s starting to look like in at least one story it will actually require me to have a specific name for the reader character at some point, so there’s always the chance I’ll re-write some of these later. Can’t say for sure though, cause I’ve been looking up names and now I’m having the problem that a name that spoke to me as a gf’s name, but also really sounded great to me for a sister character, so, now I can’t decide what to use it for.

These are the stories I think I might like enough that I would feel comfortable sharing them one day, although I can’t say for sure cause I really haven’t finished any of them yet and many of themdon’t even have a beginning with, so I could possibly really only do a preview for most of them so far, cause even though I tried really hard over the last couple of months to finish at least one of them, I just keep getting more ideas for them but never for the parts where it matters

Long story short, I might post some previews from some of these stories soon, especially if there turns out to be some interest (which I hightly doubt, since there wasn’t any so far). So on to what will be a long and pointless post about some of my stories:

Family Ties

I have to thank @sunlitroom for making this post, the first picture in it inspired me to write this story.

I don’t know why, but I always loved the idea of a sister for Jerome and Jeremiah that ends up being kind of torn between the two of them because of their hatred for each other.

When I first played with the idea for her, I imagined her only a few years older than them, like in my first story ‚Hands off‘, but this post gave me the idea: what if Jerome and Jeremiah had a sister that was several years older than the twins, and by that, already old enough to have moved out and left the circus when Jerome killed their mother, and she always had to look after them when they were younger because of their mum not bothering.

Basically, the moment I saw the first picture of this post I thought: I could totally imagining the twins and their sister being part of their mothers act at the circus when they were little, like that she had a different act back then. That she wasn’t an exotic snake dancer yet, just a regular snake artist, and her children were essentially the main focus of her act, like an idea of the owner of the circus, you know, cute kids and deadly animals, guaranteed crowd pleaser.

This is the first story that is going to be different than my other stories, in the way that it doesn’t take place in one time line, but it jumps around between various stages of the Valeska siblings life, starting out with when the twins were around 5 and then as they get older at the circus, on to when Jerome kills their mother and ends up at Arkham, all the way to when Jeremiah is reunited with his sister again for the first time after he was changed by Jerome’s laughing gas.

The story is perhaps a bit heavy at times I guess, because I really decided to dive into how hard it was for the Valeska siblings at the circus with the on-going abuse, and I let them deal several times at various ages deal with the aftermath of these moments. Most of these so far I made up, but I am also planning on including pre-existing things from the Gotham canon, like the story Jerome told about him having his hand boiled in a pot of soup I’m currently trying to write something with, so yeah, it is definitely a bit rough at times.

This story also deals with why the twins’ sister decided to leave the circus and her brothers behind even if she can’t look out for them anymore then, why his sister is the only one who Jerome still trusts after Jeremiah left, what might have played a part in Jeremiah later turn into a villain that has a habit of manipulating people and why it’s so difficult for their sister to navigate her relationship with the twins. Also Jeremiah and Jerome always have their problems getting along in this one, even when they’re little, because they’re just so very different.

Sleepless Nights

This is a story that takes place over Seasons 1 to 3 (but will likely just brush Season 2 briefly). It starts out shortly before Jerome kills his mother as he sneaks over to his only friend at the circus after a night of torment at his mother’s. She’s the only one who he’s able to talk to about what he has to go through at home because he knows he can trust her, although he’s starting to reach a point where he’s done going into the details every time. She cares a lot about Jerome, and the more she has to see what’s happening to him, the more she’s starting to see things his way. So she gradually doesn’t just grow into the only person he will ever care about, but likely his future partner in crime.

Arkham

Title is a bit misleading now because it doesn’t just primarily take place at Arkham anymore, but I had intended it to take place at Arkham in Season 4 originally and end with the breakout, hence the title. But once the ideas for it really hit me, I realized it would go way beyond it. Now it starts at Arkham and goes all the way to the end of Season 4

This is to date my longest story (almost 32,000 words at this point and I’m still nowhere near done yet).

One day, I had an idea where I wanted to write just a story about Jerome hanging out with someone at Arkham, but it ended up not really anywhere cause I couldn’t really think of anything, the idea seemed to random.

Then I came the old discussion about how many Jerome fic writers tend to write about the exact same themes on here on tumblr again and before I knew it, I suddenly had my idea. Since my goal with any of my art has always been to try to be different, I hope I kind of managed to accomplish it with this one.

Essentially, the original story idea turned into a story about a woman that Jerome meets at Arkham that instantly becomes not only the only person who cares about him, but is everything he never thought he would ever have in a person and he ends up opening up to her more than he ever intended to when he first decided to talk to her.

Basically, she ends up becoming the only one who Jerome tells the real reason behind his plan to break out of Arkham, however, despite how close the two end up with each other, since she gives him a lot of freedom and never pressures him to do something he doesn’t want to do, and this kind of backfires on her a little because she ends up never being 100% in the loop about his plan despite how much he shares with her. And in case your wondering, yes, this is going to go all the way to the very end of Jerome’s story in Season 4.

Note: This is the female character I mentioned above that I might rewrite from reader insert some day because she needs a specific name at a certain point.

Fights at Arkham

This is another story where the twins have a sister, this time, it’s more like an AU where Jerome didn’t die but still managed to change Jeremiah with his gas, and now they currently happen to be stuck at Arkham at the same time as their sister.

This turns into a huge problem for all three of them, because since she still loves both of her brothers, she expects them to act as civil as possible when around each other, which they will have to do if they want to spend time with her, as she’s fed up of having to put up with their fighting by now and doesn’t want to switch between having to spend time with one of them at a time.

Since the twins just hate each other so much by now, she can’t really prevent the fights from constantly happening, the only thing she can do is try to make sure their fights don’t turn violent, something that is often a bit of a challenge for her

However, since she knows her brothers way better than they would probably like to acknowledge, she also knows a thing or two about how to keep them under control.

Unfortunately, I’m still massively struggling to find a way into this story, it requires a the random argument between the twins that is supposed to turn into a bigger fight, so I could only give you a preview of what happens once their fight is close to getting out of control.

Mad

Simple premise, Jerome’s girlfriend is mad at him after one of their crime sprees, and after giving her some space, he decides it’s about time to make her get over herself.

Partners

Jerome inadvertently develops a crush on his partner in crime when he looses track of her during a crime spree. When he confronts her about it, she doesn’t really know how to handle it

Chance meetings

A story that unfortunately so far only contains a few segments that don’t really connect with each other yet, which is a shame because the basic idea would be based on another attempt of writing something a little different.

We all know the old idea of course that Jerome is definitely the kind of guy that would likely end up stalking a girl when he takes a liking to her, and while I could totally see him do that, I suddenly thought: what if it was the other way around and it happened to him?

This is not exactly a stalking story per se, but essentially, one of Gotham’s female criminals (not one from the Gotham canon) is so impressed by Jerome and the way he does things that she shows up out of nowhere one day while he’s out killing people, and from that day on, she just keeps popping up everywhere he goes, until the point comes where he almost expects her to be there because she can’t seem to stay away from him.

And at the end, this story ended up giving an idea at the end that led to another story called:

Nightly visits

While thinking about the fact that Jerome would not be above stalking some woman he’s obsessed with, I suddenly realized I could also totally see him just crashing at a woman’s place at night that he took a liking to without her knowledge, you know like secretly staying on her couch every night and leaving before she wakes up in the morning.

And that thought turned into: what if she knew about it though. And what if she just lets him do this while pretending not to notice? And this leads to eventually them both becoming aware of it and finally starting to acknowledge it and start talking to each other.

So basically Jerome turns into the crazy guy who keeps showing up at her apartment every night to spend the night and leaves again in the morning, but once they get to know each other better, they get closer and he ends up staying longer or showing up earlier than he had originally meant to when he had decided to hang out at her place.

There’s another story that I’m thinking of sharing that doesn’t have a title yet, but I’m worried it might be to plain and cute. In it, the twins have a sister that is a little bit younger than them (cause I figured the way the behave towards her might work better if she’s not the older one this time) who suffers from nightmares because of the abuse in the family, and it started to become so bad for her, that she now spends the night sharing a bed with one of the twins to cope. But, since Jerome and Jeremiah are at a point where they already constantly fight with each other, you could say they end up in a little bit of a competition with each other about who’s better at comforting her after a nightmare.

And, in a similar type of premise, also without a title so far, Jerome is at Arkham at the same time as his sister (this time she’s older again), and he goes to visit her at night in her cell, seemingly for no particular reason, but since she knows how to read him way too well, she figures him out pretty quickly and they have a little bit of a late night talk about growing up and how things have changed now (or how they haven’t really)

#gotham #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #my gotham writing #gotham fanfic

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Other Projects

Friend of Foe Short Film

Pre-Production

I’m making a movie!

I kind of just want to shoot someone with an arrow (In a movie) so I just went off to see what I could make. I have been working on this film for about a week now I’ve completed the script, storyboard, mood boards and character sheets I’m fairly happy to move forward into filming.

I did a location scout to figure out how I was going to frame my scenes. Taking advice from Andrew last Trimester I use the lens that I thought would be appropriate and took photos of the shots I wanted to use. It was really helpful in allowing me to visualize the project.

Looking at the writing whilst I’m quite happy with some parts there is definitely a lot I need to improve on. I constantly show my friends scripts so I can get another opinion on the film. I never seem to get the reaction I’m hoping for but by constantly working on the scripts I make I hope to one day create a project they are all really excited about. Don’t get me wrong! They aren’t reacting negatively, they just don’t seem as jazzed as I would hope and I don’t expect them to be I just would really love it if I created something they were pumped about making.

Production

So I’ve filmed all the scenes within the script. David and George were fantastic actors. This is the first time they had to bounce off each other and they were superb. We had three locations to film in. The first two when smooth as butter. However, the last scene had several problems. We were filming in the woods and a family who were out on a picnic had taken the location. We had to think on our feet. It then began raining. This dampened the mood quite a bit. George kept me focused though. He suggested we go somewhere else and the location we found nearby I would argue was better. So thanks to George for that.

I’m trying to improve on my directing as I’m beginning to understand that Directing is not simply telling actors to “be angry” I’m trying to get into the approach of working alongside the actors to figure out for themselves what the character is feeling. Because of this, I want to work harder on character sheets and encourage my actors to do research into the characters to get a greater understanding. Overall, I don’t feel I achieved my directing outcomes this time but practise does make perfect.

In regards to filming scenes. I mentioned in a previous post that I want to try longer takes as it allows actors to get more into the character and appear more natural. This of course comes with problems. The actors have to be on the ball when it comes to understanding the scene and the script. This can only really be done through rehearsals and read throughs. I attempted longer takes this time and George and David handled it well. They knew their lines and that makes me so happy. It shows they really care about my project and it makes me want to do my best possible work for them in return. Thank you again to George and David.

Post production

I’ve actually edited all the scenes now. Taking the learning from class and implementing them into the edit and overall film. I will talk about the things I like first before talking about the cons.

Firstly, I love the performances. I challenged David this time by giving him a very dominant role in which he manipulates his friend. George on the other hand was a wildcard, I’d only heard him scream on film before but he made it clear he was passionate and I had faith in him. Two really solid performances that I think they will be happy with when they see the finished product.

Secondly, the story I think is pretty good. The characters change throughout the film and whilst it isn’t subtle at all I’m happy to say I attempted it. The person George is at the start of the film compared to the end is very different.

Furthermore, The editing and colour correction I’m proud of. As I said previously, I plan on working with more coverage in the future as continuity issues begin to pop up like in this film. But I believe this film shows progression in my post production work.

Additionally, the cinematography. There are definitely some shots in this film that disgust me. I should have used a wider frame or re-filmed the scene but its a learning process and I believe there is some excellent use of power dynamics within the frames.

Finally, The special effects. Whilst, they are not perfect were a lot of fun to work on. I’m fairly new to after effects but this project definitely taught me a lot about what I have the ability to do. Are the arrow shots perfect? No. But I did have fun filming them. And my brothers scream is dope.

Here is a link to the video that taught me how to do the arrow VFX if anyone wants to try and create something similar.

Now onto the negatives:

I am not happy with the level quality I’m making. It seems rushed and that is because it is. I don’t see the point trying to fix it when I can just improve next time but then again there is something terribly wrong with that mindset. I want to take care with my work and create something the people working on it can be proud of.

Additionally, as I said some of the shots I hate and its because I rushed it. I need to take my time and look for solutions to my problems.

My directing style is not up to the standards I want. I need to talk to the actors more and instead of commanding them, assist them in finding what I want them to do.

My whole editing process needs some work. I get so intrigued watching the finished film that I rush to finish it.

If you are beginning to see a pattern, it appears I rush things too much and have to be more patient.

Finally, my writing needs some work. I never sought out to create a life changing movie I just wanted to experiment but I’d like to understand the fundamentals of storytelling and narrative a lot more.

Final notes:

I need to film some additional shots to fill in gaps between scenes however overall I’m very happy with this project. Thanks again to everyone who helped on it and here is a little sneak preview of one of the scenes!

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David recommends watching this scene at 50% speed. Enjoy...

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Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Chapter 21: The Tea Party (Part 1)

Previously: we went on a very stressful and very emotional trip. We finally learned Hanako’s brother’s name: Tsukasa and he continued to unsettled me like he does every single time he appears. Mitsuba actually passed away, this time for good, it seemed and it made me tear up a bit ngl. After that, the chapter decided I hadn’t suffered enough so it punched me while I was down and showed us how Hanako feels about the existence of the dead as ghosts in general and how that reflects in his own sense of self. We also got another glimpse of the mermaid and she said some real ominous shit :)))) if anything happens to Nene istg :)))))) Sigh And last but not least, Natsuhiko went to see Nene at her classroom and I’m,,,,concerned,,,,

Now onto the next chapter!

Personal update for the 50 (holy shit?) of you that still follow this blog: Well…..hi there, it’s been a while ^^;; Looking back on it, quarantine really hit me like a bag of bricks and burned me out. It’s not the first time that has happened, and what it means to me is that I just can’t bring myself to consume new content; I might have loved it so far but my brain is like “nope, we’re not doing that today” and well, this time it happened for almost two months. Also, one of my cats went missing for a little over a week (he’s home now, thankfully) and that just added to the general distress I was feeling. But over the last week I actually wrote small fics for another fandom and it finally pushed me back into a creative state, so I went back to re-read the last couple of recaps I did for JSHK and it made me realise that I miss my babies and I really want to know where the story goes, so here I am c:

Ohhhh that’s right, we’re starting a new volume with this chapter! Our main trio is front and center and judging by the colorful pastries and the tea, it is a reference to the tea party that was alluded to in the preview of the last chapter. Also, I see the ropes are back again, but this time Kou also has some around him! Nene and Hanako seem to be tied together with pink, blue and yellow ropes, Nene and Kou seem to be tied together with an orange rope and both Hanako and Kou seem to have another rope each that it’s not connected to neither Nene nor each other. Hanako’s is red and considering the way in which we’ve seen him tied up before, I would guess this represents his connection to Tsukasa. Kou’s is pink and considering everything that just happened, could his rope represent his connection with Mitsuba? Like, I know he’s dead dead now and their actual friendship was short-lived but I would also like to think that even though he’s gone, his memory will live forever with Kou, hence the rope. But I’m speculating and I already went on a long enough tangent for the cover page so let’s move on.

The next color page has the main trio again as the central focus in what seems to be the inside of a place that has a clockwork-like mechanism. On the corners of the page we have who I assume will be important character during the following arc(s): Aoi, Akane, Yamabuki and Teru (the latter one worries me slightly ngl).

Ohhhh okay, the content page says that one of the arcs is called “the three clock keepers” so the art on that page now makes more sense.

……….I really don’t trust him hhhhh please be careful, Nene, please don’t let your weakness for pretty boys cloud your judgement.

Ohhh it could be because of Nene’s dress and the bunny ears (and the twins) but the title page gives me strong Alice in Wonderland vibes. It’s a cute picture but Tsukasa is there and Nene is tearing up so I’m,,,concerned

Okay so Nene followed Natsuhiko outside and

Are you reciting her your dating profile or something? also “call me Natsuhiko-senpai ♡” omfg he’s one of those, huh? Like, it could all be an act but he’s looking less and less threatening by the minute lol

Nene, bless her, has the common sense of asking him why he wanted to talk to her all of the sudden and he says it’s because “someone wants to meet her”. Gee, I wonder who that could be :)))))

…………….oh, oh no. Nene, sweetie, I need you to run and to run fast because this boy is up to no good and you’re not gonna like what’s gonna happen. (Edit note: also this brings up a question: how did the chaotic trio know that Nene turns into a fish when she touches water? Like, I know they had been keeping tracks on her and Hanako for some time, so maybe they found out that way? Oh, maybe they use the Mokke? Because the Mokke were there in Yako’s boundary when Hanako pushed Nene down the waterfall)

Hhhhhhh and to the surprise of no one, there’s Tsukasa here to make Nene’s day more difficult.

asdasgdjash please do not make my daughter share the same fate as the puffer fish, she doesn’t deserve it (ﾟдﾟ；) (ﾟдﾟ；)

Nene fainted (can’t say I blame her jfc) and now she’s waking up in what seems to be the tea party and the floor is wet! so she thinks she could be on another boundary. Interesting, I wonder which number would this one be? Because the boundaries are assigned to the seven mysteries, right? So one of them should be in control of this place. Could Tsukasa be in control of this one? But that wouldn’t make much sense because he managed to get his “physical” form only recently, right? However, Hanako also spoke of a traitor that was changing rumors and we know that these three are responsible, so if they’re not the owners of the boundary maybe they somehow managed to manipulate the mystery that does control it? Oooor it could also be that there’s another boundary that managed to go under the radar and in turn the other mysteries don’t know about it.

sjdgjjasd she’s so done with them lol I know I call them the chaotic trio but it’s really the chaotic duo + Sakura. I’m so curious about how this whole *gestures wildly towards them* arrangement came to be.

Ohhhh this great! So Sakura got everything under control and from her introduction to Nene we now know that she’s a third year and we have confirmation that she became Tsukasa’s assistant in the same way that Nene did, in exchange for a wish. B U T, again, that brings up even more questions because Tsukasa said that while Amane granted the wishes of the living, he granted the wishes of the dead. So like (⚆.⚆) what’s up with that?? Is she an exception? Is she dead? Another supernatural? Or, maybe, even though it should be impossible considering what we know so far, could her wish have something to do with her being ‘alive’ in the school right now? Mhmmmm…...suspicious.

Okay but like, I actually really want to know how he fits in all of this because okay, Sakura and Tsukasa are linked together by the wish she made, but why is Natsuhiko here? Who is he? How did he end up working with these two? He seems silly and completely whipped for Sakura, so maybe they knew each other before she made her “contract” with Tsukasa? Hhhhh idk let’s keep reading.

Sakura says that she wanted to meet Nene because they’re in similar positions and she thought they could be good friends. And like, that’s a fair point…...but I don’t trust like that, no sir. Even if she didn’t want the boys to be so rough when they brought Nene here, the fact remains that they still kidnapped her so if this was just a friendly meeting, why would they need to do it in such a convoluted way?

Okay good, Nene is suspicious because of their methods and the amount of knowledge they have about her.

………………...sigh, I shouldn’t be surprised but bby no please don’t trust them so easily. She’s venting to Sakura about Hanako’s unpredictable behaviour and Sakura says that she can empathize with most of her struggles while Tsukasa is sitting on top of her shoulders and wrapping his arms and legs around here…...I can definitely see why she said he was cat-like because my cats do things like that when I’m sit down to write at my desk. But again, I know he’s technically a kid but I really need him to stop acting so cute because it unsettles me a lot.

Even he can see the romantic chemistry between those two. Well, thinking about it, that’s probably why they dragged her here, because she’s important to Hanako.

(;;⚆.⚆) NOPE, no, no thank you, I need you to back tf up please jfc

Nene snaps out of it and realizes that she let herself be drawn in by girl talk. She thankfully knows it was a stupid thing to do but she was just relieved and happy to have found someone who seems to understand what she’s going through, so I’ll cut her some slack. And she mentions that they don’t look like bad people but like I did, if they had innocent intentions, they wouldn’t have had to bring her by force.

………………...I feel like I’ve mentioned this before but I really hate it when either of them does this fucking face, it’s so creepy >n< also, Nene, sweetie, once again I’m asking you to run, run far and don’t look back because that look doesn’t spell anything good, especially paired with Sakura’s scared/resinged look (which makes me think that maybe her own intentions had been more innocent that I had originally given her credit for)

Hmmm. This is concerning; like, yes, Nene has to help Hanako with whatever he needs as his assistant as part of their deal and he does threaten to turn her into a fish when she pouts but I never got the feeling that it was malicious. On the other hand, Sakura’s wording (especially calling Tsukasa “Master” and saying she “can’t” disobey) and the look Tsukasa gave her make it seem like her punishment for not following his orders would be much more severe. hhhhh I really don’t like where this is going

Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) WHAT THE HELL THIS THAT THING WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK OH MY GO D

“We’re gonna have you disappear now” okay so, yeah, he’s doing this specifically to upset his brother. the room is fucking sinking though and omfg what even is this room?? is it really a boundary? Since this happened at this very moment, it looks like they do control it so my questions from before remain, the biggest one being “how”. Also I’ve just noticed that the eyes all over the place are very similar to the ones in the broadcasting room and now this tells me that those weren’t an artistic choice and that is terrifying.

…………………..excuse me, w h a t??? why? hello??? “she’s like this sometimes” ????? Sakura what???? I have….so many questions, the main one being why do you let her treat you like this??

……………………………………...oh…..y’know, I hate the term simp with a passion because I feel like it’s been memed to death but wow.

Hhhhhhhh it looks like she can’t stop sinking and that (and the fucking eyes) tell me that this is not normal water (since she would have turned into a fish already). She’s yelling out for Hanako and that’s how the chapter ends. I’m still :)))))) concerned :))))))))

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk spoilers #jshk #tbhk #live blogging

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