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betasquads · 7 months

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NEEDY, Niko Omilana

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Summary: Niko was never this impatient. Calling you, texting you to come urgently to his apartment. You've never seen him like this and you wonder how it'd turn out if you stretched the situation by not giving in.

Warnings: gets REALLY heated but no smut bc writing smut is so complicated

A/N: omd my phone broke so this was difficult to write and thats why its RLLY short and terrible. also I was a little uncomfortable writing this even tho I've written smut before + it's not rlly smut just detailed making out. (this is horrible, read on your own risk!)

Humming to your favorite song everytime you had to do work infront of your laptop was the only thing that kept you sane and kept you going without any interruption.

You kept hearing your phone buzzing multiple times, but you chose to ignore it just so you could finish all the work you had to do.

You had to send out emails to clients just like what your boss had ordered for you to do, but the amount of time your phone kept buzzing was starting to get you annoyed.

You still decided to ignore it, that was until you heard your phone ringing. Your eyes that was latched on the laptop across of you was now on the phone that was laid next to you.

You sigh when you realize it's your boyfriend, Niko. You bring the phone to your ears when you answer.

"What is it? I'm still trying to send emails and my manager will kill me if he finds out I haven't sent them yet–"

"Haven't you seen my texts?" His voice was hushed and you could even pinpoint Sharky and Aj talking and laughing in the background.

"No? I didn't know that it was you sending me those messages. What is going on?" You're now worried, confused with why he had to call you since he knew you were busy.

"Well..." His voice trails off, like he was trying to think if it was a good idea to tell you or not.

"Niko just spit it out–"

"I need you here, like right now." You were cut off, a little a taken aback by the fact that he was whispering and sounded too desperate. He always loved your company, but not to the point where he needed you even while you were working.

"Is everything okay? Aren't you supposed to be filming right now?" You question, placing your phone on your shoulder and bringing it up to your ears while typing things on your laptop.

"Well, filming got canceled and they thought it'd be a great idea by coming over at Aj and I's apartment. And I uhm– need you." He clears his throat and sounded even a little embarrassed. You still didn't get the point or the message he was trying to send you.

"You can survive a few hours without me, Niko." You say, half annoyed. You still try to fight the grin that was close to forming on your face.

"No, you don't understand. I feel uncomfortable in those jeans and I need you. I need you to come to my apartment." He sighs in the end, impatient.

You hum when you finally understand what he wants. You bite your lip at his urgency, tempted, but not too tempted where you would give up to him. You wondered how it would turn out if you didn't go to him or accept his request.

"I don't know Niko. Im really busy with all of this. Can't you wait?" You try to hide your laugh, picturing him trying to relieve himself by shifting in any position. You weren't that busy, you could've easily sent the emails and leave.

"Fuck– are you serious?" He sighs. You raise your eyebrows, surpised that he cursed.

"Mhm." You hum, a little extra to get him around the edge.

"y/n, im serious. I need you to come here." He whines. You were a little surprised by how needy he was since usually he was never like this.

"And so am I. Try surviving for a few hours you schmuck." Before he has another word to say, you immediately close the call.

Not even a second later, the phone begins ringing again, a wide smile forming on your face.

You put your phone on silent, nervous, excited to how this would turn out after you finish your work.

This was going to be fun.

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The call between you and Niko had slipped your mind. Hours passed by and now you stood infront of the bathroom mirror, applying your daily skincare routine before sleeping. You yawn, ready to tuck yourself in bed.

You were almost fully asleep until you were awoken by the three loud bangs that came from your front door.

You groan since you were really comfortable with your position, hesitantly getting up and walking to the front door.

You unlock the door, not thinking much of it until you were met face to face with your boyfriend. He slowly walks to you and he casts a long glance over your face with his dark gaze.

"Niko." You say surpised, now fully awake and now it felt like you didn't wanna sleep anymore.

His hand caresses your cheek, thumb slowly skimming over your bottom lip as he takes his own between his teeth. Desire builds in the pit of your stomach the longer his burning gaze stares at your mouth, which miraculously have the same hypnotic effect on you despite the usual brown absent from his irises, now it was completely black.

He closes the distance between your yearning mouths and you immediately respond to him, your hands going up to thread through his dark hair.

He pushes you until your back somehow ended up in the counter of your kitchen, leaning above of you, and pressing one hand against the small of your back. You hear plates clattering and pull back from the kiss to see his hand impatiently pushing away the plates to the other side of the counter.

The kiss was heated and needy which made you impossible to think straight. A small whine is emitted from your throat when his mouth leaves yours, as his hand tilts your head back to give him better access to your neck. His hot lips latch onto the exposed skin, sucking harshly with occasional swipes of his tongue to soothe the sensitive, cool skin.

He groans when he hears a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth, knowing that you were actually satisfied. You trail a hand into his hair, lightly fisting the soft locks between your fingers.

"Niko," You sigh, reveling in the feeling of his mouth and glorious tongue working against your skin, as his cold hands slide underneath your top, making you silently gasp.

His hands hook around your thighs and he lifts you up onto the counter. He stands between your legs and you wrap them around his waist, pulling him in closer. Your hands caress the sides of his cheeks and you bring his face back to yours, sealing your lips over his in a hungry kiss.

He let's out breathy whines once you grip his hair to deepen the kiss. His hands wraps around your waist a little aggressively and he pushes himself against you.

He breaks the kiss, his lips still ghosting over yours, "I missed you." He rasps and hums, tracing your jaw and his thumb lingers on your bottom lip. He teasingly runs his lips against yours and claims your mouth in a languid kiss. Niko traces the tip of his tongue over your lips, patiently waiting until you willingly part them for him.

A soft moan is coaxed out of you when his tongue glides over yours, your extremities burning for more. You run your hands up in the back of his neck, your fingers curl into his messy locks. His hand falls from your face, curving over your hip, down your backside and gripping the flesh of your thigh.

"You are driving me crazy. You seriously have no idea," He says out of context and you laugh breathily, flicking his tongue with yours.

His open mouth finding your neck, sucking, biting, and his hot mouth nibbling down to your chest, a rumble sounding in his chest as he reaches the cleavage exposed in the white silky pajamas you were wearing to your bed.

"How was everything? You know– shit– you know your boys and everything." You manage to gasp out, tightening your fist in his dark hair.

He let's out a devious chuckle, lifting your leg with his hold on your thigh and hitching it around his hip. Raising his head, blazing brown eyes meet yours, head cocked.

"It was torture." his teeth graze your neck, your pulse leaping underneath his mouth, emitting a low hum from him.

"And why is that?" You question trying to get a rise out of him since he never really liked going into detail whenever he needs you desperately, breath hitching as he playfully bites down.

"As I said, I really missed you." he replies, kissing up your throat until his mouth seals over yours. His hand flexes around your thigh and you feel his hardness press into yours, your throat, triggering a moan from swallowed by his fervent kiss.

You gasp into his mouth and he hums, grinding into your hips slowly. His intimate touch makes it impossible to form a coherent thought and you groan, breaking the kiss.

Opening your mouths to each other simultaneously, Niko groans deeply, tongue stroking yours. You nudge your thighs apart, pulling him in as close as possible even though the only thing separating the both of you were your clothes. He runs his large hands over your clothed thigh, gripping the flesh of your thighs.

You use his dark brown locks clutched in your fingers to pull his head back, peppering kisses down his throat. His Adam's apple bobs and you slide your tongue over it, hearing his breath catch. "Fuck." He says under his breath, desperate moans falling from his lips.

He breathes through a half moan as you suck hard. He pulls you back up to meet his dark gaze, "How about we take this to my bedroom?" You tilt your head.

"You don't have to sound desperate, schmuck." He replies. You roll your eyes with a smile, Niko smiling and sending you looks that was far from innocent.

And the night ended up with his needs being satisfied.

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thankskenpenders · 7 months

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Sonic Superstars!

Superstars is out! And guess what? It's good! It's a worthy new entry in the series, and I mostly like it. Mostly. Except for the handful of parts I don't. As usual, allow me to share my thoughts.

(For the record, I got the PS5 version of Superstars. I can't speak for how it plays on older hardware like the Switch, or how the weird Steam version that seems to make you log in with Epic runs. But I encountered zero performance issues, personally.)

General thoughts

The thing is, aside from two notable flaws I'll discuss in greater detail below, I can sum up my feelings on most of Superstars quickly. You see, it's... a Sonic game. This will either be a blessing or a curse depending on who you ask. It's not a bold new take on the series that'll blow you away, but they also didn't fuck it up. There's no catch this time! There's something refreshing about that straightforwardness, given how rare it is to get a regular-ass New Sonic Game from Sega. It's just a new classic-style game where you can play as Amy, set on a new island with all new zones, and Fang is in it! This might be damning with faint praise, but that's what it says on the tin, and they did a good job overall.

(It also has co-op. That's nice. I didn't play it in co-op.)

It plays exactly how it should. At no point did anything feel Wrong. The graphics might not have the absolute highest fidelity, but I think the character models look really nice, and the levels look appropriately good with vibrant color palettes. A couple zones like Sky Temple gave me Klonoa vibes, which I like. One zone is an absolutely incredible homage that I won't spoil. The story here is minimal (as expected), but there are a few good moments of telling the story through the gameplay, particularly one very cute sequence with Trip. I did find a couple stage gimmicks moderately annoying (Speed Jungle 2 and Press Factory 2, looking at you), but like... I could say the same thing about Mania, and also damn near every other Sonic game ever made. There's always That One Level. Superstars may not raise the series to new heights, but it generally executes well on the standard beats of the series. It's an easy recommendation for all fans of 2D Sonic.

Really, aside from the two big flaws (we'll get to them), this game's greatest crimes are simply not being quite as good as Mania, and also coming out the same week as the more creative and polished Super Mario Bros. Wonder. If we hadn't gotten Mania, I would easily be calling this my favorite 2D Sonic game since... what, the Advance trilogy 20 years ago? I like the Rush games, but if you asked me to replay one or the other, I might have a better time with Superstars. And, yes, it beats the hell out of Sonic 4. It's not even close. Anyone who says this game is exactly like Sonic 4 is just being a hater.

...I guess I would say that $60 is a bit steep for this, but you know it'll be on sale for a more appropriate $30-$40 in a few months. This isn't a Nintendo game we're talking about here.

Nice little tweaks

Superstars also features a number of welcome quality-of-life updates over Mania, bringing it more in line with the design ethos of modern platformers.

You have infinite lives! No more getting a game over on the final boss and having to redo the whole final zone - or, god forbid, the entire game

Time overs are gone! It'll warn you before you go over ten minutes, but I have no idea why because it doesn't kill you anymore

The game features a hub from which you can easily replay previous levels, rather than needing to beat the game or put in a cheat code to unlock the level select

This means you can easily go back and hunt for any special stage rings you missed. However, as a tradeoff, it seems like you can only get one Emerald per zone now, rather than being able to get Super Sonic by the end of the first or second zone

You can swap characters between levels! No more having to start a whole 'nother save file to play as Tails

And those characters even have optional little movement tutorial rooms available from the hub, which is great for new players who may not know about things like the Drop Dash

And, finally, checkpoints now feature arrows pointing in the direction you were supposed to be going, in case you forget upon respawning

Of course, while you might not be getting game overs, Superstars certainly compensated with some bosses that kicked my ass.

Bosses

Here's what I would consider notable flaw #1.

I have mixed feelings on the bosses in Superstars. I don't think many of them are poorly designed - in fact, a lot of them are good, and offer fun moments of spectacle. But for a 2D Sonic game, they're REALLY long and drawn out, and by the late game this was starting to get draining.

Bosses tend to be the type where you have to dodge their attack patterns for a while until you get the chance to hit them exactly once, MAYBE twice. A few bosses seem to have quicker options if you abuse your post-hit invulnerability or play as a character with a double jump, but many will either be completely invincible or run away to the background for long periods of time, making it impossible to damage them outside of the allotted windows. And even if it seems like you'll be able to get in a second hit, many bosses turn invincible and skip ahead to the next attack pattern as soon as they take the first hit. Again, most of these fights aren't BAD, but because of this behavior they sometimes take almost as long to beat as the entire levels preceding them. This didn't bother me much early in the game, but against the more challenging bosses towards the end that kept killing me several minutes into a long fight, it got tiring. The final boss of Story Mode probably took me like an hour.

While this certainly isn't an uncommon style of boss design, part of me suspects they did this for the sake of co-op players. For one, playing in co-op means that you don't necessarily have to start the entire fight over if one person dies, so I assume the length is less of an issue. But in particular, true classic-style Sonic bosses that you can just hit repeatedly with good timing would go down in a few seconds against a team of four players. Likewise, the swarm of clones from the "Avatar" Emerald power would probably obliterate every Genesis era boss with one button press. So I get why every boss needs all these invulnerability periods, but still. I at least wish they'd made some of those attack patterns shorter and given you more frequent opportunities to deal damage.

Emeralds and their powers

Speaking of the new Chaos Emerald powers: they're neat, I guess? They're fine. I didn't use them much. Actually, I kept forgetting I even had them - although the game will play a noise and show an icon in the corner of the screen to remind you any time you reach a spot where a specific power is useful. Avatar, the first power you get, is at least good for getting a couple free hits in on the trickier bosses. Yellow's ability to slow time is obviously good, but, again, I always forgot I even had it and made it through just fine without it. I was also pleased to realize that the swimming power is useful for the water levels and not just for climbing up waterfalls.

Oh, and the new grappling-based special stages kind of suck, but they're not the worst, and I'll at least give them credit for trying something new. (Motion Sickness Zone from Sonic 1 does return as a bonus minigame, but I only did it once lmao.)

Battle Mode

I haven't played Battle Mode. Couldn't tell you if it's good or not. It did, however, give us official designs for Metal Tails and Metal Amy after all these years, and also it let me make this:

...Okay, enough beating around the bush. Let's talk about the thing that REALLY drags down the experience.

The soundtrack...

(This lengthy section on the music will feature some light spoilers for things like zone names and themes.)

Now, don't get me wrong. There are some bangers in here that I've been listening to on loop. But this is one of the most inconsistent soundtracks I've ever heard, and I'm not sure I've ever played another game where the music has such a sharp dip in quality in the back half.

As anyone following this blog knows, prior to release I was a little obsessed with trying to gauge what the soundtrack would be like. "Jun Senoue" and "new Classic Sonic game" naturally evokes the memory of Sonic 4, but from the start we knew Tee Lopes was involved as well, and almost all of the music previewed before released leans more towards the sound of Sonic Mania than anything else. I was hopeful! I was excited! Jun deserved another chance at doing another classic Sonic OST, and Tee is one of my favorite game composers of all time between his Sonic material and other works like the TMNT: Shredder's Revenge OST. I frequently thought back to this Sonic 4 remix medley by Jun and Tee as a reminder that these two could really be the dream team, bringing out the best in each other's work.

Sure enough, the front half of the game is largely dominated by the Mania sound, whether it's a track by Tee himself or one by an in-house Sega artist that's compatible with his style. Pinball Carnival Act 1 by Rintaro Soma (an up-and-coming composer who wrote a bunch of the Cyber Space themes in Frontiers) takes obvious inspiration from Mania's Studiopolis Act 1, to the point that I was shocked when Sega posted the track and revealed it wasn't written by Tee. Act 2, however, forges more of its own sound by leaning into the act's spooky haunted carnival theme. And despite being the music lead, the only level theme that I know for sure was written by Senoue in the front half of the game (Bridge Island Act 1) was actually arranged by Tee Lopes to give it more of that Mania sound. Hell, the level clear jingle is literally just the one from Mania. A few level themes by other composers don't quite match that style, but they fit in well enough.

But there are early signs that this sound won't be consistent throughout the game. Our first warning of things to come is the boss music:

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When early copies started floating around and the soundtrack leaked, many, many people hoped that this was merely a placeholder, like the literal Sonic 4 Episode II music used in the earliest previews of Speed Jungle, and that it'd get replaced with a day one patch. Oh, those poor, innocent fools...

Even if you don't mind the poor production with the returning Sonic 4 faux-Genesis sound, this is a very simplistic thirteen second snippet of music that then plays a second time in a higher key before it loops. This wouldn't be the end of the world if the bosses were as short as the ones in the Genesis games, of course, but they're not! This theme is used for a ton of lengthy fights throughout the game, including an EXTREMELY long and tedious autoscroller boss at the end of Golden Capital Act 2. Maybe I would've enjoyed the bosses in this game more if they were paired with some earworms that'd get me hyped up and sell how cool and exciting the fights are supposed to be, but grating songs like this just made the minutes spent fighting those bosses feel like an eternity.

Still, boss music (and menu music) aside, all of the level themes in the front half of the game ranged from decent to great, with the peak easily being the phenomenal Lagoon City Act 2 by Tee Lopes. And then... I got to the back half of the game. And the Mania style completely disappeared, replaced largely with the dreaded Sonic 4 sound. That isn't the style for EVERY song in the back half, but even the ones that try something different tend to be weaker than the material from the first six zones, with less engaging melodies and less intricate arrangement. Many sound straight up unfinished, leaning on extremely basic synth patches with no personality. And there isn't a single track from Tee in the back half. He just disappears from the project altogether.

What this means is that we go from this absolute banger by Tee Lopes in zone 6, which elevates what's otherwise a bog standard desert level to a thrilling adventure:

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To... this, in zone 7:

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It's EXTREMELY jarring!

The thing is, this is actually one of the better tracks in this style. I have to assume this is by Senoue, because you can totally hear a good Adventure or Heroes era Senoue track in there once you get past the crude synth replication of the Genesis era Sonic sound. Senoue is still a great composer, as you can hear clear as day with Bridge Island, but he's working with a restrictive sound palette that doesn't play to his strengths at all. If only he'd bust out that damn guitar, or at least pick some better synths.

(And no matter what people will tell you, no, this is not an accurate recreation of what the Genesis's YM2612 chip really sounded like, nor is it representative of what it CAN sound like at its best. Go back to the Streets of Rage 2 or Ristar soundtracks if you need a reminder.)

While I can at least see what the Press Factory tracks were aiming for, some other faux-FM synth tracks are just really bland. They don't have anything interesting going on, and they also don't seem particularly tailor made for the levels they accompany. They're just attempts to mimic what Sonic 1-3 sounded like on a very literal level. Take, for instance, the Golden Capital Act 1 theme, AKA "we've got Sky Sanctuary at home." While the better level themes in this game enhance the mood or even completely carry the vibes of a level, the weaker tracks can really suck all the air out of the room and make a level feel like more of a slog.

What kills me is that there are, in fact, a couple examples of how to do throwbacks to classic Sega FM synth music well on this very soundtrack! They're just not the Sonic 4 type tracks. I love the Frozen Base Act 2 theme, presumably composed by legendary Sega composer Hiroshi "HIRO" Kawaguchi, who's responsible for all-time classic arcade soundtracks like Fantasy Zone, Out Run, Hang-On, After Burner, and more, as well as the hacking and pinball themes from Frontiers. Maybe to an untrained ear this doesn't sound all that different, but it has a catchier tune, better instruments, and stronger production overall. I'm also a fan of the track for Sky Temple, which isn't perfect, but it blends a few Genesis-esque instruments like the Sonic 1+2 snare with other instruments for a richer sound. If the whole soundtrack sounded more like these examples, I'd definitely be complaining less.

I really just have to wonder... how did this happen? How did this end up being so inconsistent? Many fans on social media are jumping to the conclusion that Senoue is just extremely stubborn and refuses to ditch the style from Sonic 4. I can't deny this possibility, but some things just don't add up. The almost complete lack of "retro" style music in the promotional material. The fact that the style just suddenly shifts halfway through the game, then disappears for the final zone, as if that's not the note they want to end on. The complete lack of any tracks by Tee Lopes in the back half. The focus on the Mania-style tracks in the bonus "mini soundtrack." And most perplexing of all, the fact that three of the first tracks you hear in the game were Senoue compositions that were given extra attention with arrangements from Tee Lopes.

This is pure speculation on my part, but it almost seems like they straight up ran out of time.

Perhaps Jun wanted more of his tracks to get full arrangements from Tee, or for Tee to contribute more songs, but things were down to the wire and they chose to leave in some of the raw Sonic 4 style demos. The soundtrack being crunched out in a matter of months at the end of development would certainly explain why Speed Jungle had to be demoed without its music a mere four months ago. It'd also explain why a game that's only a few hours long needs NINETEEN composers listed in the credits. And also the fact that multiple zones just have completely different, unrelated music by different artists across their acts. Did they need multiple artists working on different acts simultaneously, completely independent from each other with no time to cross reference each others' work, due to extreme time constraints? I'd buy it.

Ah well. It's not the end of the world. I've heard worse Sonic music. But I'll always think of what could have been...

At least the final battle with Eggman at the end of Story Mode has a pretty kickass boss theme, which ALMOST makes up for how bad most of the preceding boss music is (and the fact that that very difficult fight doesn't have a checkpoint between phases and took me like an hour to beat lmao). It even seems like it might be written by longtime Phantasy Star Online composer and recurring Sonic contributor Hideaki Kobayashi. That's the guy who wrote NONAGRESSION!!!!!!!

The postgame

Speaking of beating Eggman! It turns out Superstars has a good deal of postgame content, as merely beating the last zone with all the Chaos Emeralds doesn't take you to the true final boss. In order to do that, you'll need to do something else.

Before we hit the big spoiler warning, I'm going to give any future players who are still reading a warning. If you value your sanity... don't force yourself to do all the postgame stuff. Don't make the mistakes I did. It's not worth it, and it may very well knock your personal score for the game down a couple points.

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SPOILERS FOR THE STORY, UNLOCKABLES, AND THE POSTGAME BELOW THIS POINT

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The bonus scenario

Sonic Superstars has a big surprise in store for anyone who beats the main story. For the first time since... what, Silver? In 2006? We finally have a brand new playable character in a new Sonic platformer! (I wouldn't count the player avatar in Forces as a full-fledged New Character.) Yes, after the credits roll, you unlock Trip as the super-secret fifth playable character. I was really excited to see this. Trip is cute, even if her masked appearance from early in the game is perhaps a more unique design than a Sonic-ified lizard girl who can only vaguely look like a real sungazer lizard. She IS the first new Sonic character Ohshima has designed since the '90s, though, so she gets points for that - and she gets even more points for literally turning into a dragon when she goes Super. We love a girl who can turn into a dragon, don't we folks? And her playstyle is fun, too, with a double jump and the ability to roll along walls and ceilings.

But Trip isn't just playable. Like Knuckles before her, she gets an entire alternate story mode of her own, which somewhat remixes the level layouts, generally makes things more challenging, and swaps out Eggman for Egg Robo. I was so excited to see this! It really felt like the game had so much more in store for me than I'd anticipated.

...Then I spent probably around three hours attempting to beat the new final battle with Fang at the end of Trip's Story. And it made me regret doing Trip's Story at all.

Once you learn the patterns, a lot of them are actually piss easy. But the difficulty comes down to a few misguided factors:

The fight is LOOOONG. On a successful attempt the whole thing will probably take the average player about, like... seven or eight minutes? Maybe longer? This is where I really started to get pissed at the game for making me wait through these stupid attack patterns before I could attempt to hit the boss once.

The fight is divided between two phases, one with Fang in a vehicle and another with him in a giant robot, with no checkpoint between them. Dying to one of Fang's bullshit attacks on the second phase means having to redo the ~5 minute first phase all over again. And, worst of all...

Fang has multiple projectile attacks that are guaranteed instant kills, even if you have rings.

Also there's a stupid desperation headbutt attack that can really easily catch you off guard and kill you, but I only got that far in the fight once.

It's the instant kills that got me. If those fucking immobilizing net attacks just made you drop your rings, or you could at least wiggle out of them by mashing buttons (EDIT: apparently you CAN do this but you literally have to button mash so rapidly that it's a crapshoot whether or not you'll physically be able to do it), it would have been totally doable! Kinda fun, even! Slow, but pretty cool in terms of spectacle. But nope! Three hours! Three hours on this! This is, without a doubt, the hardest boss I have ever faced in any Sonic game, period, and one of the hardest bosses I've ever seen in ANY game. All because of one attack pattern where making a tiny mistake means starting over.

The glitches didn't help, either. Something about the way the circular boss arena was set up in both stories' final battles seems to make the floor intangible sometimes for non-player objects. Occasionally my dropped rings, enemies I was supposed to knock towards Fang, or one of Fang's insta-kill projectiles would just fall through the floor randomly. This definitely wasn't my main problem, but it helped drive home the idea that this fight just wasn't worth my time.

After three hours of attempts, I gave up. I just went and looked up the ending of Trip's story, as well as the contents of the Final Story, on YouTube. Turns out I made the right call, because boy, that true final boss looks like dogshit. It's just a very dull fight against a big generic cartoon dragon. Apparently this is the thing Eggman was looking for. It appears and is defeated with little fanfare. I think I liked it better when I assumed the scary dragon being foreshadowed was just Super Trip.

...Also, hey, what's up with The End being very conspicuously visible in the background of the last zone?? I know it's just a cheeky cameo, but, like... isn't it supposed to be sealed away in Cyber Space right now? Should I be taking this literally? Does this have lore implications? This is one hell of a way to remind people that the timeline's been reunified, I guess

Closing thoughts

I really hate to part ways with Superstars on a sour note like this, because like I said up top, I mostly enjoyed my time with it! It's really just a small handful of particularly frustrating bosses and the inconsistent soundtrack that drag it down. Other than that, it's solid as a rock. Maybe wait for sales if you're not dying to play it, but it's definitely worth playing for any Sonic fan. Just... skip the true ending. I would have stepped away MUCH happier with this game if I'd done that.

I wanna try to end this on a more positive note but I'm tired, so, uhhhh... look, you can unlock a Metal Nights skin for your Battle Mode bot!!

Anyway back to jamming to about half the soundtrack on loop while pretending the other half doesn't exist, and looking forward to the continued Fang Renaissance with his upcoming IDW miniseries

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Could I possibly request a little Negan x hispanic!Reader? Reader has 3 kids from before the apocalypse and the toddler seems not to be scared of Negan?

Wandering Babies

Negan x plus size reader

When the ruthless leader of the Saviours bumps into a lost toddler in his city, his life gets changed forever, especially when his protective mother shows up.

Warnings: Negan being Negan, swearing, implied future relationship, fluff

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Hi nonnie! I don't usually write y/ns with a specific race since I like to remain as open as I can with them but I did give her kids traditionally Spanish names so I hope that was ok!

Minors DNI

“Well well well, what the fuck do we have here?” The sun shone brightly behind the giant of a man, casting his face in shadow. To any normal person, it would have scared the absolute shit out of them, especially with the looming threat of Lucille across his shoulders, but the toddler in front of him was smiling the whole time.

His big brown eyes focused on the man in front of him, looking at him in a way that only babies could. Kneeling down, Negan came face to face with the child. “The fuck do you want?” He said like he was addressing someone below him but the two year old just burst out into giggles, obviously finding this whole thing hilarious.

“I think that’s the new-comer’s kid.” Simon chose that moment to speak up and caused Negan to roll his eyes.

“Yeah I fuckin figured that.” He growled, not taking his eyes off the kid who was now inching closer. He wasn’t quite steady on his feet and wobbled dangerously with each step he took. Unconsciously, Negan’s free hand shot out and held the surprisingly plump belly of the child, keeping him upright. Tiny hands grabbed at his wrist but didn’t attempt to push him away. Instead he touched Negan's arm, pulling at the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“I’m just wondering how the fuck someone could lose a goddamn kid.” The toddler continued to fiddle with the dark fabric, Negan only stopping him when he tried to put it in his mouth.

Simon shrugged behind his boss. “I mean she’s got three of em and she’s working in the kitchens and the infirmary.” That shocked the older man. Working two jobs was unheard of in the Sanctuary, one job could provide more than enough for someone and their family.

The kid suddenly released his wrist and raised his arms over his head, opening and closing his chubby hands in a clear sign. Releasing a deep sigh, Negan relented. He shoved Lucille into the awaiting arms of his second in command and picked up the child with an ease of someone who has done it many times before. His little head tucked into the crook of his neck, his fluffy brown hair tickling Negan’s nose.

“How about we go find your mother huh.” The toddler nodded. Just as Negan took a step forward, already planning a very angry speech to the boy’s mom, a woman ripped out of the building and his breath caught in his throat.

Her eyes were wide with panic but that wasn’t what caught his attention. She was gorgeous, all thick curves and fat like a Greek goddess. She blazed with anxiety and rage, poised for a fight against anyone that might have taken her child. “Tomas!” The child’s head shot back, clipping Negan’s chin as he did.

“Mama!” She spun and locked eyes with the big bad leader of the Saviors and shamefully, he felt his knees buckle. Tomas squirmed in his hold, eager to reach for his mother but Negan was frozen in place. Two other children trailed behind her like ducklings, a pair of twin girls that looked to be 8 or 9 years old.

As she drew closer, he could see the details of her face, the scars and blemishes but more importantly, the huge dark circles that marred her otherwise perfect visage. She stopped a yard away from him, quickly shoving her girls behind her back. “Thank you for finding Tomas, he has a bad habit of wandering off when I’m not looking.” Her voice was steady, he supposed from years of practice.

“He is a very sweet fucking kid.” One of the girls gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth in a comical expression of shock.

“He said a bad word, mama.” The other whispered just loud enough for Negan to hear.

“You shouldn’t let your fucking kids run around without supervision, that’s how they get killed.” Her murderous glare set itself on Simon as she took another step forward. Negan could see what she was planning to do, grab Tomas and then go after the tall man.

But before she could make her move, Negan did. “How about you go and fuck off, I need to have a fucking conversation with this lovely woman and you are really killing the mood with your fuck ugly face.” There was a brief moment of tense silence before Simon thrust Lucille into his free arm and turned with a huff to walk away, muttering under his breath.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, her walls crumbling slightly but they were quickly built back up. “Could I please have my son now?” Tomas was lifted from his arms but Negan realised he missed the weight of the toddler against his chest. He suddenly felt a hell of a lot colder than he did before.

The boy gave out a great big sigh as he settled into his mother’s bust, utterly exhausted from his escape attempt. Two little heads poked out from behind her legs, studying the man that had been holding their brother. “Well who are these two pretty girls?” Shyly, they clung to their mom’s jeans, not answering him.

“Isabella and Lucia.” She responded for them.

“Two fucking gorgeous names for two gorgeous girls.” They smiled bashfully but didn’t try to hide again, he took that as a win. “And which one of you are going to tell me your mama’s name? I bet her name is just as beautiful as her.” He raised his head to look at said woman, expecting her to be as flattered as her daughters but instead he was met with a glare even dirtier than the one she gave Simon.

“Oh now that is a dirty damn look! And I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me the fuck on.” Her jaw ticked with annoyance but that only made his smile grow wider across his stubbled cheeks. He gave an exaggerated shiver which made the girls giggle. “Wowie your mother is goddamn scary.”

“Yeah! Once she kicked Derek’s dad in his private place because he said something mean to her.” Isabella finally spoke up, her little voice gaining confidence. Lucia nodded along with her sister in agreement, still too shy to say anything yet.

“Well Derek’s dad deserved it for being such an asshole to your lovely mother. Now how about we go have some fucking dinner and keep disguising how amazing she is.” Those seemed to be the magic words because the twins emerged fully from behind said woman’s legs and ran at him. With absolutely no hesitation, Negan dropped Lucille beside him, kicking the bat away so neither of the girls would accidentally hurt themselves.

Just like their brother, they each took hold of one of his jacket sleeves and yanked. “Can we have spaghetti?” “Do you have ice cream?” “Mama, can we go with him?” “Mama please!” “Mama!” They screamed in quick succession, not giving either adult any time to answer before asking their next question. Negan gave her a victorious look.

He could tell she wanted to say no but her girls had finally opened up to someone new for the first time since the world ended and, even though she loved them, she could use a break from their clingy behaviour. “Fine but no complaining about an early bedtime tonight. Remember mama has to work early tomorrow.” They exploded into excited shouts and began tugging the older man forward, eager to talk to him.

Negan let them pull him along but he looked back at the woman that had so entirely captured his attention, throwing her a wink. “We’ll stay up as late as you want and don’t worry about your job mama, I’ve got that all covered. You just need to sit back and relax tonight and let me do all the work.”

Her eyes widened and then darkened with a barely hidden lust at the double entendre and he just chuckled deep in his chest. He’d gotten her and maybe, just maybe, a new chance at life with this little family, all because Tomas liked to wander.

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New Endings - Part 3

Part 3 | Tommy Shelby x reader

A/N: Well this is posted later than I intended but I was struggling with this one and after working a little bit too long on it, idk what to think of it anymore 🥲 Anyway, I hope you'll still like it!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of domestic violence/abuse.

Word count: 5.4k

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Tommy held his aunt's displeased gaze, if her angry tone didn't already gave away how she felt, her eyes would for sure. "Did you forgot who her fiancé is? Who says we can trust her?"

"It's (Y/N), Pol." Tommy's toneless voice objected, not impressed by Polly's words. "You think people won't change? It’s our company that’s connected to the house, it’ll become a fucking target." She confuted.

Tommy had gathered Polly, Arthur, John and Michael for a family meeting in his office in Arrow House. He had enlightened them on the new situation and found details about David. Much doubt arose when he announced that (Y/N) stayed at the old family home, mostly from Polly who questioned her intentions or that from her fiancé.

“Ah c’mon Pol, d'you really think she’d try anythin'?” John turned in his chair to look at his aunt, his eyebrows furrowed. Not believing (Y/N) would have any intentions to screw them over.

“She won’t.” Tommy interrupted them as he leant back in his chair. He hadn't expect the backlash he just received, assuming they would all just accept it. The words of his aunt lingered in his head, maybe he was taking a risk but at the same time he didn’t believe (Y/N) would go against him. Not in the state he had found her in.

“She stays there. I’ll find her a home in the meantime.” He looked at each of his family members, a dominant look in his eyes, a sign that there was no room for negotiation. Something that didn’t work well on Polly. “You’re blinded, Thomas. Remember how it worked out for you the last time.”

Tommy clenched his jaw at her remark, annoyed that she brought up his late wife and the way she had lied to him. Despite the betrayal it didn’t stop him from loving her and forgiving her. Something Polly never did.

“I’m helping her so that bastard doesn’t kill her.”

Michael cleared his throat, the tension between Polly and Tommy was clearly palpable and it made him feel uncomfortable. “With who is David involved with?” He wondered, recalling the information Tommy gave them earlier. “I don’t know yet.”

“We’ll keep an eye on that bloody bastard, right Tom?” Arthur looked at his younger brother, showing him that he got his back. “We do.”

Polly shook her head. “Isn’t this place big enough?" She referred to Arrow House. "You have plenty of space for a guest.”

“She felt safe at Watery Lane.” Tommy directed his attention back to his aunt. Polly narrowed her eyes. “That’s what she tells you.”

Tommy sighed as he kept his gaze on her. “Thank you all for coming.” His brothers and cousin got up to leave the office together, unlike Polly, who remained in her chair with her arms crossed.

“You’re dismissed Pol, free to go.�� He bossed her while he put his glasses on his nose and took a folder with documents from his desk.

“You wouldn’t let her stay here, do you?” Polly sneered at him. He looked up over his glasses. “I wouldn’t want to give off the wrong ideas now, do I?”

A humorless laugh fell off her lips. “Please, Thomas don’t-“ Tommy slammed the folder on the desk, making Polly slightly jump at the sudden noise. “Listen to me, eh?! She's no bad news. We’ll go see her tomorrow and you’ll see with your own bloody eyes what happened. I’m not fucking stupid Pol.”

Polly let the silence after Tommy's finished sentence surround them for a moment as she stood up. She walked over to his desk and leaned over it, pointing her finger in his face. “You don’t realize what you got yourself into.” Her eyes were boring into his, showing him that she meant it.

Rays of sunlight streamed trough the small gaps of the curtain, touching (Y/N)'s face in a kind way. The soft light slowly awoke her from her peaceful rest. She snuggled into the blanket as she opened her eyes, carefully taking in her surroundings. Her mind took her back to the events of the day before, just like it did during the night until exhaustion took her into it's arms and gave her the rest she so desperately needed.

The room felt safe and if she could, she would lock herself in there so she didn't have to worry about anyone. Unfortunately things weren't that easy and she had to prepare herself for her new future, something new and unknown.

She sat up and put the pillow against the metal bedframe. While she got comfortable, she looked around the room. It was exactly how she remembered it, the flower pattern on the wallpaper, the chair next to the bedside table and the tapestry that hung next to the bed. It was as if the younger versions of both her and Tommy could walk trough the door at any moment. The sigh that left her mouth was slow as she reminded herself of easier times.

She got up and changed into the dress that Tommy had left for her before opening the curtains. The sky had replaced the somber grey colors for a calm blue one, clouds were dappled here and there. Golden threads of the morning sun directly shined into the bedroom, a smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she looked outside. It felt as if this was nature's way to tell her that she made the right decision. Or well, she would like to believe it was.

She turned away from the window and left the room to make her way downstairs where she got herself a cup of tea. The kitchen didn't offer her the same safe feeling as Tommy's bedroom did, making her feel like some kind of intruder in a place where she shouldn't be.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, no idea on what to do next. Her belongings were not with her, she didn't dare to set a foot outside and she didn't know when or if Tommy came back today.

The sound of footsteps made her snap out of her thoughts as her heartbeat exceeded. "Good morning, love."

"Polly..." She breathed out the visitors name while she tried to keep her composure, knowing her voice had probably betrayed her already. She hadn't expect to see Tommy's aunt, at least not yet. "Good morning."

"It's been a while." The dark haired woman looked at her as a small smile played on her lips. While she eyed the younger woman in front of her, she let Tommy's words play trough her head again. He was convinced that they could trust (Y/N) however there was something that didn't sat right with her.

"It is." (Y/N) returned a small smile. "Would you like some tea? I just made some." She asked Polly, her hands trembled slightly while she put her cup on the table.

"I'll get it myself." Polly answered before taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack. "How have you been?"

"Well..." She let her hands rest on the back of a chair that stood by the table. "I'm alright."

"Alright?" Polly filled a cup and turned to face her. "If you were alright, I don't think you would be here." She pointed out while she sat down at the table. "I-"

"Please take a seat." Polly interrupted her, directing her with her eyes. Her gaze did not leave the woman in front of her until she sat down. "I heard you were engaged."

"I am. For a while actually." (Y/N) confirmed while she twisted the ring around her finger. She felt her palms getting sweaty, unable to tell why she felt so nervous all of sudden. Polly had always been good to her and they got along from the moment they had met.

Polly sipped on her tea, letting the silence linger for a while before she spoke up again. "You're living in London now?" (Y/N) nodded in response. "Yes." She wasn't able to stand the long silences Polly used after her answers. "It's been very different from what I was used to."

"Better?" The older woman asked her. (Y/N) shrugged. "In some ways."

"I think London is convenient for your fiancé's work, isn't it?" Polly's head was slightly tilted backwards as she looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, (Y/N) broke the eye contact and looked down at the table. "It is. Easier for the distribution of the car parts."

"I see." Polly noticed that the behavior of the woman in front of her was different, nothing like she had remembered. She noticed the bruises in her neck and on her arms, which she had tried to cover up with the dress she was wearing. Her confident appearance was replaced with fear and shame. "And now you're here."

(Y/N) felt Polly's gaze almost burning into her skin. Her questions made her wonder what else she knew about her life or David's. She just nodded, thinking about a way to tell her without making it too complicated for herself. "I couldn't take it anymore." Her voice was soft, almost too scared to admit it.

"Tommy told me." Polly's expression softened as she started to feel pity for her. "I didn't expect him to help me." (Y/N) dared to look up at her again as she heard a soft laugh coming from her mouth. "He's full of surprises lately."

The sound of the front door alerted both of them. She felt her body tense as she looked at the opening that led to the small hallway where a familiar man had showed up.

"Did I miss the tea party?" Tommy's low voice filled the room while he walked in, giving his aunt a stern look.

"You did." Polly shot back at him, unfazed by his attitude. "Very eager to come see her, eh?" He sneered, annoyed by the fact his aunt didn't listen to him. "I thought she'd like some company." Polly fake smiled at him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Tommy took his cap off and put it on the table in front of him before sitting down. "Would you like some tea?" (Y/N) questioned, already getting up to get him some.

"No. I won't be here long." He leaned back in the chair, looking at her the way Polly did, waiting for her to sit back down. "Oh, okay." She sat back on her chair. "I guess you've already discussed a few things?" Tommy asked, referring to Polly's early visit.

"We did." Polly answered before drinking some of her tea. "Good." Tommy redirected his attention back to (Y/N). "We might have a house for you, it's not much but it's safe. You'll be able to move there in a few weeks."

"A house? Tommy..." While she was lost for words, she tried to let the new information sink in. Tommy took a wad of cash out of his pocket, shoving an amount of it, her way. "This is for food and clothes. Finn can get you some groceries." He assured her while glancing at his aunt who's dark eyes were almost burning holes into his skin. "And I'm sure Polly wouldn't mind to buy you a few dresses."

"No. No I can't take this." She pushed the money back to him. "You did enough already, I don't even know how I have to pay you back." She was taken aback by his gesture, it was way too much.

"You don't have to pay me back. Just take it." He shoved it back to her way, putting the rest of his money back in his pocket. "I know it's not the same as your belongings but this is what I can do for now."

"Oh no... Please don't worry about it. I'm... I just don't know what to say." It didn't felt right to take his money. She wasn't sure if it was because it came from Tommy or that things just went way too fast but either way it made her feel uncomfortable.

"You don't have to say anything. It's yours." He assured her while he got up, grabbing his cap off the table. (Y/N) looked up at him, shaking her head. "I can't-"

"You can." Tommy put his cap back on his head. "Can I at least invite you dinner for tonight? I can't just take it without doing anything back." She offered, it was the least she could do.

He looked at her in silence while blinking a few times. "If you insist." She nodded. "I insist. 7 PM? "

"I’ll see you tonight."

Plates were neatly put across from each other and the bottle of whiskey was already waiting to be opened. Food was almost finished and even though she was a bit late there was no need to hurry since there was still no sign of Tommy.

Knowing he was always on time, she started to worry. Maybe something had happened to him or maybe he changed his mind about the dinner. But if it was the last thing, he would’ve let her know. Right?

She cleaned her hands after she turned the stove off and peeked trough the window. The streets were pretty calm, except for a few people here and there but none of them was the one she was looking for. She decided to wait a little longer and sat down at the table, opening the book Polly had brought her, along with her new clothes and groceries.

It was a welcome distraction for the time she had to kill because much later than expected, Tommy finally entered the house.

She put her book down and looked up at him. "Is everything alright?" She asked him while he took off his cap and coat and sat down at the table. "Everything's alright." He looked at her when she gazed quickly over at the clock. "A little inconvenience at one of the factories." He added, addressing the fact why he was late.

An embarrassed feeling went trough her body when she noticed he caught her looking at the clock, not wanting to give him a feeling as if she was anxiously waiting for him. "Oh, no don't worry. I already thought that it had something to do with... business." She half lied, leaving out the fact that she was worried.

Tommy nodded as he observed her, noticing her new dress and the make up she was wearing. "I like the dress." He boldly told her, making her smile in response. "Thank you. I like it too, Polly got exactly what I wanted."

"I'm glad." He replied as he watched her get up. "You must be hungry." She assumed when she got his plate and took it to the stove. "I made roasted chicken and baked potatoes with cheese."

"It smells nice." He admitted while she put his plate back in front of him. She opened the bottle of whiskey and poured him a glass. "Thank you."

When she got herself a plate as well and had poured herself a glass of wine, she sat across from him. An uneasy feeling crept up on her, it felt weird to have dinner with him after everything that had happened. The only thing that made her feel better was that he didn't seemed as tensed as he was that morning.

"I hope you'll enjoy your meal." She politely smiled at him as she cut a piece of her chicken. "I think I will." He responded before taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Were you able to get some sleep last night?" Tommy wondered, he had noticed that she looked less exhausted than the evening prior. "Yes, a bit but enough to feel better than yesterday."

He nodded as he calmly ate his food. She eyed him carefully, becoming more aware of the things she had already seen in The Garrison. The tired look on his face and the lack of happiness in his eyes were a big contrast to what she had remembered. She thought back at the words he had said to her in the pub, their kiss and how she hit him after. She had felt a yearning to go back and undo what was done. What she did was equally as bad as the things David did.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out, earning a confused look from Tommy. "For what?"

She looked down at the table, feeling insecure under his intense stare. "Hitting you. You know... at The Garrison. After you-." She stammered, feeling stupid that she wasn't able to get out one proper sentence.

"It was very painful, y'know." He deadpanned. She looked up at him, a hint of guilt in her eyes until she realized he was joking. "I'm serious Tommy." He leant back and took a sip of his whiskey. "Me too, that ring hurts."

She parted her lips to speak up but didn't know what to say. A small smile appeared on his face. His attempts to be funny didn't gave her the chance to explain her feelings. "I felt really bad."

"Don't." He assured her, his way to ease her feelings. "You're not angry about it?" Tommy shook his head. "No, 'm not."

She was relieved that he wasn't mad about what she did although his short answers didn't gave her full satisfaction, wondering if he maybe didn't want to talk about it. While Tommy continued eating the food she made, she wondered if the silence had become a family thing since the conversation with Polly wasn't really flowing either. "So..." She awkwardly started, trying to bend the conversation into a different subject.. "How's the family been?"

"Good." He put the cutlery down. "Arthur got married, John became a father again, Ada and Finn are doing well." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" She marveled with a small smile on her face. "That's great news."

"I guess it is." Tommy filled his glass with whiskey once more. His comment made her wonder what he meant but she decided to leave it. "Finn must've changed a lot."

"He did grew up, yeah."

"I remember I caught him smoking when he was just a little boy." She chuckled softly. "Probably wasn't the first and the last time." Tommy snorted lightly as the corner of his lips turned slightly upwards. He couldn't keep count on the numerous of times he had caught the young boy with a cigarette in his mouth.

(Y/N) shared a little more about her memories of the Shelby's as it seemed to be the easiest way to make a conversation with the one in front of her. While they finished their dinner and drank some more, he attentively listened to her stories.

"Well, I think I'll have to thank you for dinner, eh?" Tommy had turned his chair to look at her while she was doing the dishes. He had taken his suit jacket off, leaving him in his dress shirt and vest. "You're not staying for a drink?"

"I've already had a few." He stated as he saw how her lips turned into a smile. "I can get you a glass of water." Her witty comment made him think of the many she used to make all the time. "I'd rather not."

While she dried the last plate, she turned to look at him. "Then at least stay for one more?" She asked him. Despite their dinner starting off awkward, she ended up enjoying it and she wouldn't mind to chat a bit more. "Alright then."

Once she finished, they both moved to the small living room where they sat across from each other. The fireplace warmed the room and a few candles were spread trough the place, the flames glowing on their faces.

"The whole house is exactly like I remember it." She giggled, the wine had given her a little more confidence but also helped her to feel at ease. Tommy looked around, nodding his head slowly. "Not much has changed."

"It's weird to think about how it looks like time stood still while everyone's lives has changed so much." She concluded as her eyes fell on a picture of the three brothers, Tommy was no older than 19. Tommy's gaze moved to the picture before looking at her. "Everyone's lives or our lives?"

(Y/N) turned her head to meet his eyes and shrugged, not expecting his question as it seemed he wanted to keep a distance in every conversation that night. "Both, maybe." Tommy swirled his whiskey in his glass. "Do you think you'd be still living around here, if you didn't meet David?"

She thought about his question. "Maybe, yes. I don't think London is where I belong." She pulled her knees up and let her legs rest on the sofa she was sitting on. "It's too busy, I guess. The people are different as well."

"How did you meet him?" Tommy asked while he leaned his arms on the chair, curious about how she met him. "At a party, in a club. Also in London." She took a sip of her wine. "A friend invited me. He was there with a group of his friends and he came to the rescue when some Italian was bothering me." She smiled at the memory. "We hit it off pretty well and it turned out the Italian was friend of his who had a few too many drinks."

Tommy nodded once more, replaying the words in his head. This could be information that would help him find the missing link he was looking for, it confirmed his suspicion.

"For how long have you been engaged now?" He continued asking about her relationship. "6 months. He promised he'd do better so I said yes."

"But he didn't." He concluded. "No." She looked at the fireplace as she thought about the past few years. "For how long have you been married?"

"A few months." (Y/N) saw Tommy's eyes change, although his expression remained the same. "Did you love her?"

"I did." He sighed after he finished his whiskey. "Yeah.."

"I'm sorry Tommy." She immediately apologized. She didn't want her curiosity to be the reason behind a ruined night as it appeared to be a sensitive topic. He shook his head, his eyes finding hers again. "No, it's okay."

They both remained silent, thinking about their lives and how things could've ended so differently. (Y/N) decided to get up and get herself another glass of wine. She passed the chair where Tommy was sitting and gently took the glass out of his hand. Their fingers touched briefly, sending a kind of warm sensation trough his body. He looked up at her, her eyes meeting his as they locked their gaze for a moment. His electric blue eyes stared directly into hers, just like they had done many times before. A familiar feeling found it's way in her stomach before she looked away. "I'm- I'll get you a new one." She mumbled before making her way to the kitchen.

Her heart was beating faster as she leaned against the counter, not fully understanding what her body tried to tell her. While she took the time to get herself together, she decided to just blame it on the alcohol.

When she returned with their drinks, she found him smoking in his chair while he let his head rest on his other hand. His eyes were staring at the table. She stopped in front of him, getting his attention as he looked up. “Are you okay?” She asked before handing him his glass.

He blew smoke out of his mouth while he sat up. “I am.” Her hand found its way to his cheek as she gently stroked his skin with her thumb, a way to comfort him. Their eyes finding each other again while she continued. He had missed the genuine and gentle touches of solace. The contact of her skin on his, made him crave for more. Just as he wanted to lean into her touch, she pulled her hand away. Taking the comfort only she could give, with her.

She hadn’t expected to be so drawn to the urge to touch him. Usually she wouldn’t dare and she wasn’t even sure if he was okay with, although his intense stare almost assured her that she was doing something right. The increase of confidence from the alcohol was helping her more than she realized, it could be a good time to use it while it lasted.

“Can I ask you something?” She sat back on the sofa as she watched him finish his cigarette. “You can.”

“Did you mean it what you said? That the ring on my finger should’ve been yours?” Tommy blinked a few times before nodding slowly. “You know I did.”

“Then why did you let me go in the first place?” She let her fingers slide over the stem of her wineglass, the wait for his answer forming an unknown feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Because this life’s not a life where you belong. We'd be better off without each other.”

She remembered the countless arguments that started that last conversation which broke her heart. She didn’t want to give up on him, on them but he forced her to. He forced her out of his life as if it was nothing, as if she was nothing but just an erased memory.

She remembered the evening he told her it was for the best if they didn't saw each other anymore. It was for the best he said but in the end nothing turned out for the best.

She remembered how he told her how life was going to be from that moment, that she had no choice if she stayed but that the exact life within her choice, wasn’t one she belonged to. His words were harsh and his demeanor was cold, as if he didn’t want to understand her feelings or might as well pretended that he didn’t. Only to make it easier for himself.

She remembered how she called him a selfish bastard, how she hated him and how he just stared at her, saying nothing.

“You could’ve protected me and still let me live my own life.” Tommy shook his head as stubbed out his cigarette. “You hated how there were people always watching you, remember the many times you told me it was suffocating you? It only became worse after that, you wouldn’t be happy.”

She couldn’t deny the suffocating feeling it gave her, knowing that everywhere she went, there would be someone watching her. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. But she loved him deeply and a part of her didn't care anymore, as long as she could be with him. “I loved you, do you realize that?”

He sighed softly at her words before taking a sip of his drink. “You think I didn’t love you?”

“No… not the way you left me heartbroken with a shit explanation in the middle of the same fucking kitchen we just had our dinner in. If you really loved me, you would’ve listened to me but you never did.” Her words held the anger she had for years but still came out calmly. "And don't even get me started on how quick you fucking replaced me, that's not love."

Tommy clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I listened (Y/N). I always fucking listened but I knew it would never make you happy. I never would. And talking about replacing, eh? I fucking told you I didn't replace you. Have you forgotten how I went looking for you after you left?"

She scoffed as she listened to him. “Oh yeah, because you were so sorry. So sorry for yourself, that you ended up alone again." Her voice became louder, just like the anger within her. "If you really wanted to find me, you would. Just like a few weeks ago."

"You didn't want to be found." He defended, getting annoyed at her accusations. "Not after what you did, no."

He shook his head as he put his glass on the table, a little harsher than expected. “You wouldn’t be happy but I wanted you to be.” He pointed his finger at her. “I didn’t want to throw away the years we had and I didn’t want to break your fucking heart but I knew how much you loved your fucking freedom and I didn’t want to be the person that would take it away from you.”

She looked at him, his words hitting her in a way she didn’t expect. His voice was strong and determined. She wasn't sure if it was anger or not. “You were always that strong, independent woman. Always out there to do whatever you wanted. Who the fuck was I to take it away from you, eh? You know it would’ve made you unhappy. Love wouldn’t have changed that.”

“I still am.” Her words sounded soft as she disagreed with his statement. “What?” His eyebrows furrowed at her comment. “I’m still the same woman. You said were.”

“Please, have you looked…” Tommy didn’t finish his sentence, instead he took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Her body tensed and her eyes narrowed as she waited for to finish his sentence. “Have I looked, what?”

“Have you looked at yourself?” He continued his abruptly stopped sentence. He sat up straight, his voice picking up the same tone as before. “You’re far from that. The woman I knew would’ve dared to yell in my face if I deserved it, she would speak up when no one else would and she wouldn’t take shit from anybody.”

(Y/N) gulped at his words, tears brimmed in her eyes as she kept his gaze, listening to the other things he had to say.

“The woman in front of me is a ghost of all of that. The spark in your eyes is gone and all I see is fear. You changed in the worst way and it’s because of him. He fucking ruined you (Y/N).”

She sniffled softly, as she tried not to break down in front him. He was right.

Tommy's eyes did not leave her frame. She tried to take a deep breath, ready to speak up but she couldn't. He moved to the edge of his seat to place a hand on her knee, squeezing it gently.

"You're nothing better." She choked on her words as she watched his thumb moving in patterns over her knee. "I would've ended up the same as I stayed with you." Of course he wasn't the same as David but her life wouldn't have looked much different than from what it did now.

Her mind took her back to David who told her so many times how much he loved her. Who always made it up to her after his outbursts, telling her how sorry he was and that he would do better. He did, even if it only lasted for a few days until he fell back in old patterns. Despite it all, she still loved him, or at least she thought she did. Perhaps it could be the fear speaking, that when she told herself she didn't, he'd come find her.

Tommy shook his head as he felt himself losing his temper. There were many people who held grudges against him and those also brought many accusations however being compared to David was something completely new.

"If you ended up the same, then please enlighten me on the last time I caused this." He grabbed her arm and lifted her sleeve a little harsher than intended, revealing her bruised arm.

She gasped and looked up at him with widened eyes. "Stop, Tommy." While he let go of her arm, she quickly pulled her sleeve down. "I never laid one single finger on you, now tell me again that I'm nothing better than that fucking bastard!" His voice was harsh and full of bitterness. "I don't understand why you keep fucking defending him while nothing like this looks like the love you've been desperately looking for."

She watched him get up and looked up as he towered over her. His words hitting her like he hoped they did, an attempt to wake her up and make her realize what she was doing.

"If you want to go back to him, then please go but remind yourself that if you stay with him, you'll end up six feet under within a year. And he wouldn't even be sorry."

Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think!

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4rtificialfolio · 3 months

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It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye?

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office.

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting.

Talk soon.

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“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

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“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

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AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts anonymously (no fic requests)

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A charming witch

Part I (of 3)

When he was a little kid, Izuku summoned a demon by accident; he's not sure how it happened and his mother never explained it in detail, but all he knows is that the demon looked like a kid too and that he tried to bite Izuku's neck.

Fortunately, he didn't, but it made Izuku chose a more peaceful path when it came to practicing sorcery and magic.

Now he practices green magic and he has a little store in the middle of the village where he sells potions for all kinds of trouble and illnesses. The good thing is that flowers and plants are a very safe way to do magic. No demons involved.

There are other types of witches who deal with dark magic and summon demons (or banish them) for all kinds of purposes.

Izuku is happy with his potions and herbs; he certainly doesn't need anything else.

But that doesn't mean that trouble doesn't find his way to his doorstep anyways.

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Izuku has a friend named Uraraka, she's a witch too, but she deals with more powerful magic; however, sometimes she needs a couple of potions and that's how she ends up in Izuku's little shop most of the time when she finds herself in the village.

That particular day she walks in with a demon; the demon is all pink and keeps smiling and looking around in awe like a very curious child.

Izuku knows not all demons are dangerous or seek to eradicate human kind and yet he gets a little bit startled when he finally sees her.

"Sorry!" He blushes when the demon squeaks in delight; she's bonded to Uraraka by magic so she has to go wherever the witch goes, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"You were right," the demon grins at Uraraka, staring at Izuku with interest. "He's such a cutie."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but looks mostly amused.

"This is Ashido Mina, the demon I summoned to assist me for a while. In exchange, she gets to see our world because for some reason she likes it."

"I do!" Ashido smiles, prompting Izuku to finally relax around her. "It's like being on vacation! And trust me it's better here at the moment because Blasty has been insufferable for the last few years... He's pining..."

"Blasty?" Izuku mumbles in confusion, not entirely sure he wants the answer to that question.

"My boss, the demon king," Ashido explains, like it's not a big deal.

Izuku nods and offers them both a cup of tea; the shop is quiet that day so he can spend time with his friend and her demon.

"I don't smell other demons on you," Ashido observes after a while.

"I don't summon demons," Izuku says calmly, a little bit amused by Ashido's surprised expression. It's fair since most of the witches have summoned one at least once in their lives.

His own mother did once and it ended up with her having a baby and being abandoned years later, which was not a good experience. But Izuku doesn't like to talk about that and he doesn't think any of them are interested in that.

"Why not?"

"His blood can only summon very powerful demons apparently," Uraraka says, surprising Izuku who looks at her in confusion. "Your mother explained it to me once. No matter the symbol he writes, his blood immediately summons another completely different."

Ashido puts a hand under her chin, like she's deep in thought; Izuku gets a little bit distracted by her horns and wonders if it'd be rude of him to get out his notebook and start taking notes about her.

"That's... interesting," she comments after a while. "Are you an omega?"

"A what?"

"Mina, I told you humans are not like that," Uraraka says, like she's had that conversation before. "We don't have a second gender."

"Like betas?"

"No... well, yes, just like them."

"What are you talking about?" The green haired witch asks, as curiosity and excitement make him forget about politeness.

"Demons have secondary genders," Uraraka tells him, chuckling when Izuku's eyes glimmering with curiosity and excitement. She's never seen another witch so hungry for knowledge.

"We can be alphas, omegas or betas," Ashido cuts in, happy to talk about her kind. "Alphas and omegas usually make good couples, but there are all kinds of them."

Izuku listens with undivided attention and finally makes his notebook appear because that's just so fascinating to miss.

"Wait," he cuts her off, immediately feeling terrible about interrupting, knowing he's probably blushing to the tip of his ears at the moment. "You mentioned something about bites earlier, what did you mean?"

"Instead of getting married, like humans do," Ashido says. "Demons mark their partners with a mating bite; it has to be done on the scent glands, which are on our necks."

The information unlocks a couple of memories in Izuku's brain that he didn't know he had up until now.

There's a blond demon with red horns and red eyes that looks like a kid and is telling Izuku that he needs to bite his neck immediately.

"The demon I summoned tried to bite my neck, that's why my mom got scared..."

"Was he a pup when that happened?" Ashido moves closer, eyes shining with excitement. "I mean the demon, was he a pup?"

"A pup?"

"She means a little kid."

"Oh. Yeah."

"A blond gremlin with piercing red eyes? Very bossy for his age?"

"Uhh... something like that," Izuku mumbles, having a very bad feeling about where the conversation is heading already.

"Are you Deku?" She says excitedly. "I can't believe I found the famous Deku!"

"My name is Midoriya Izuku actually," he corrects her, having the feeling that he has heard someone else call him that before.

"This is amazing!" Ashido squeaks in delight. "Blasty's ridiculous longing will finally come to an end! We need to summon him!"

"Blasty as in the king of the demons?" Uraraka quirks up a brow at her demon friend.

"Yes!"

"No," Uraraka and Izuku utter at the same time, shaking their heads. The pink demon starts pouting.

"Why not?"

"That's a very powerful demon, I won't be able to control him if he decides to do something," Uraraka replies, earning another pout from Ashido.

The demon even rolls her eyes at them.

"Alright, listen. I know he looks like a gremlin who's constantly angry at his own existence, but he'd never harm his Deku."

"My name is Izuku," he corrects her again. Suddenly, another one of his memories unlocks. "Are you talking about Kacchan?"

Both girls (the demon and the witch) stare at him like he just said something in another language.

"His name is Bakugo Katsuki, but I think I heard him mention something like that to Kiri... you used to call him that, right?"

"I..." Izuku starts feeling weird out of the sudden. He's dizzy. "I don't know."

He gets closer to the main cabinet behind the counter and takes one of the potions he makes for himself. Ashido grabs one of his arms to get his attention and Izuku gets a glimpse of a very tall and muscular blond demon sitting on a throne with a permanent scowl upon his face.

He doesn't have visions like his grandmother did, so it's weird for him to see things like that and it's even more puzzling and confusing when he gets the impression that the demon stares back at him for a brief moment.

"Deku?"

Instinctively, he shakes Ashido's hand away and takes a few steps back.

"Alright, that's enough," Uraraka takes the pink demon's hand to lead her towards the exit. "It's time to go."

"Wait! At least give him a chance!" Ashido pleads. "He won't hurt you, I promise!"

"It's a dangerous practice for someone who has never done that before, like me," Izuku explains, besides, he can't believe the demon king is the same as the little bossy demon who tried to bite him once. She must be mistaken.

He gives Uraraka the potions she had commissioned a couple of weeks ago and decides to close the shop early that day because he feels so very tired suddenly.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ashido."

"Same, cutie." She sighs, before waving at him. "Although I still believe you should summon him."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

***

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yuwumeniji · 2 years

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Luxiem as Dating Sim Characters

I... I like you!

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

A/N: Yes.... MERGE ALL OF YOUR INTERESTS TOGETHER (my thought process when creating this side blog lol). There are some references to otome games I've played, I wonder if you can find them all ;;

BTW... requests are open, feel free to brainrot with me too ^^

READ MORE UNDER THE CUT!

GENERAL NOTES

All livers will be parts of different games (vaguely putting that way that is lmao)

I will be making references to games that I've played personally!

IKE EVELAND

The sweet boy-next-door from a Slice Of Life otome game!

Childhood bestie??? OFC????

I can picture him being one of the love interests in a school-based otome game with him being either a senpai or someone of the same age

The type of route to be underrated, but have a dedicated portion of the fanbase

He's got lots of cute CG where you and him are studying together,, having cute after-school dates,, etc.

He also has a little bit of a mean streak... very well known to be very hot/cold with the MC, and can be quite the tease especially during the lovers portion of the route, but the gap moe.... oh my god

His route is like... pure fluff and maybe sometimes that is all we need

His routes consist of a Lover's ending & Friendship ending. Because of the light-heartedness of the game he is from, there are no bad endings (unless you consider being friendzone'd a bad ending lmao)

"Y/N, you silly goose! Well... if you give me a kiss, I could show you how to solve that equation!"

LUCA KANESHIRO

The flirty playboy who actually has a heart of gold! Most likely from an action-drama otome game

Additionally,, he keeps his mafia boss title and you? his one and only journalist!

He meets you while you were on the hunt for some details about the Kaneshiro family for an article and decided to play the role of an unsuspecting passerby who has interest in the family as well!

During his route, he reveals that he intentionally joined us on our sleuthing adventure in order to stamp out the corruption that ran within the Kaneshiro mafia family. He wants the family to have as clean of a name as a mafia family could get - I mean, he eventually reveals himself as the heir!

A route full of action! adventure! crime committing! and to no one's shock - kinda steamy!

There is literally no inbetween for this man and he gives every player whiplash - from his innocent flirting with the MC that makes you giggle and swing your feet to him introducing to the MC what an "adult kiss" is (flushge!!)

A noire-esque type route where you and Luca play cat and mouse - you want to catch Luca for an article, Luca somehow evades you even when he was just arms reach away.

I want one CG where you're patching his wounds up and he's playfully teasing you like

"LUCA !!! YOU LITERALLY ALMOST DIED!!!"

"And? Did you see the look on that officer's fac- ARGH?! Be careful with that one!"

His route ends with a Lover's ending & Bad ending. His bad ending ends with either him dying after getting caught within some internal strife with the family OR he gets captured while trying to evade law enforcement (and you were the one who betrays him)

His lover's ending ends with you being the Bonnie to his Clyde, you eventually join him as his right hand man! (or woman?)

MYSTA RIAS

The prince who just wanted to have fun, fell in love with a commoner. Probably from a historical title with no basis in actual history/vaguely has a place in history.

Surprisingly bittersweet and well written - most fans who see him in the common route would think his route would be the most light-hearted out of the bunch, but the forbidden romance between a commoner and a prince is kinda... you know ;;

I still would like to think he has a relatively light-hearted route despite the bittersweet elements to it lmao

He's literally just some silly guy free him from the palace

He actually spends a lot of the route guarded against the MC despite his displays of affection due to his disposition as someone with higher power than you.

A lot of tear-jerking scenes and a lot of close calls with getting caught before his coronation day.

His confession scene was the most memorable visually. The moon shining on his face as you two sat beside each other in the royal garden after splashing around in the fountains. Instead of the jovial expression he normally has on, his face was stern and serious as he declares his love for the MC

Also full of the cheesiest otome lines known to man

"Even if the world is against you and I, then so be it. I would choose you no matter what."

"As the heir to the next throne, I can promise you the entire world if I have to."

The whiplash between his silly antics and the way he confesses his love to the MC is what made the game's fans go crazy

His route ends with the most bad endings - One where you get thrown in the dungeon, one where you could be executed as someone who usurped the king, one where he breaks off his engagement with you, etc. Just know it's bad all round LMAO

His lover's ending ends with you marrying him and him succeeding the throne. It's a very cheesy end, but according to players, one of the best endings in the entire game.

SHU YAMINO

A dramatic and mystical being from a fantasy/slice of life otome game! I specifically need him to be a character that jokes about being the world's "final boss" while being a cafe regular at the place you work at.

It's got quite the modern feel in contrast to the vintage cafe setting

The game begins as normal, with a few incidents that eventually reveal the true nature the very magical nature of the regulars you usually serve, with Shu being considered the game's "final, true ending"

The kind to order sweet menu items because you suggested it and he actually would rather rave more savoury items.

His route consists of everyday chats; to many that find him in the common routes, shu seems to be the most normal route in comparison to the wacky mythical beings in the game, but dear lord are we in for an angsty rollercoaster

"Y/N?? What are you doing here in this *very obviously* dangerous place!!"

"I came here to get- wait,you're the one from the cafe?!"

He has broken the 4th wall at least once in his route and he doesn't have a lot of fanservice scenes outside of that (the fandom is coping so hard. me, im the fandom)

His route ultimately has 2 endings - True Ending & Lover's Ending

OFC HIS ROMANTIC ENDING IS ONE OF THE HARDEST TO ACHIEVE LMFAO - only occurs if you max out the entire game: collecting all endings for all characters AND if you can max out his romance meter within a certain time frame

The true ending is well.... the truest ending of the game (since I'm trying to vaguely write about whatever this game is, I won't give a proper like... fleshed out ending lmao)

obvs the true ending doesn't sit well with fans and they only accept the Lover's end as the true ending of his route lmao (copium)

VOX AKUMA

An assassin or an army general from a japanese-historical otome game!

He's on a quest to defeat a corrupted shogunate and he stumbled across you while finding a village to retreat to. More specifically, a hidden ninja village in the remote mountains south of the capital (or something like that, i'm not very big on geography or history, but like, picture it lmao)

You were the one to find him bleeding on the ground and, to no surprise, the one who nursed him back to health.

Despite his quest to defeat the leader, he took a liking to you and spends his entire route trying to convince you to join his journey.

You can join him or not join him - but not joining him leads you right into an immediate game over lol

"Do you want to train today? Or perhaps, shall we talk a walk around the village?"

THE BIGGEST MOST FLIRTIEST OTOME GAME CHARACTER EVER . severe whiplash to fans who expected this game to be serious and less of an otome , more of a joseimuke title

He has a number of bad endings - one where he couldn't take you with him, one that ends with him getting assassinated and one that ends with him failing his mission.

Luckily for you - he has one of the most romantic Lover's ending that eventually ends with an epilogue where you both settle down in the hidden ninja village again, living peacefully despite being outlaws LOL

#yuwrote #dude i love otome games sm #i think it is most of the games on my switch #could you call this an x reader??? probably???#luxiem x reader #nijien #nijisanji #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Making amends- Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x reader (horse trainer) one shot

Summary: Tommy Shelby hires a new horse trainer. But she would do more than just train his horse, she will fix his broken relationship with Charlie and in the process, she will earn his heart.

🎂 🥳 Happy Birthday Selene! @peakypoet !!!! I hope you have a great day :)

Here is your request, I paired it with something I wanted to write for so long; fix Tommy’s relationship with Charlie after he put Dangerous to sleep.

Gif set by @thesoldiersminute ❤��‍🩹

Horse trainer inspiration in Charlotte Casiraghi

⚠️ Fluff and smut 🔥

“Mr. Shelby, the horse trainer you hired is here.” Frances announced carefully, she knew her boss’s mood could change any minute.

Tommy didn’t even lift his eyes from the papers in front of him, the smoke of his cigarette clouding around him.

It was barely past eight o clock and his glass of whiskey was almost empty. But Frances remained quiet.

“Good, you prepared one of the rooms, right? Take her to the stables, tell her to start working with the new horse right away.”

Nodding she was about to leave the room, but she used her entire courage to speak her mind.

“Mr. Shelby, Charlie refuses to leave his room.”

“He will come out Frances… eventually.” He started a new cigarette. “That’s all, you can go.”

Charlie has been struggling with the death of his precious Dangerous, he didn’t understand that the horse was poorly, that it was better to put him to sleep. It was an act of kindness to end his suffering. But Charlie still hadn’t forgiven him.

There was a knock on the door and then Ruby appeared running towards him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Tommy looked at Lizzie, he didn’t like to be interrupted and she knew that.

“Mummy says we are going to town to do some errands.”

“You do? Go and find your brother then.”

As Ruby left the office, Lizzie batted her lashes.

“I need to buy her new shoes, she’s growing so fast.”

Without a word, Tommy took a bunch of money from his pocket and handed it to her.

“She asked me the other day why we don’t live here you know?”

“Hmm.”

“Mayb-”

“I have to finish this, close the door when you leave.” Lizzie had been trying that trick for a while, but today it wasn’t her lucky day.

***

“It gets pretty cold at night, you’re going to need this.” Frances handed you a coat and offered some tea.

“Thank you, Frances.”

“Are you coming soon? Dinner is ready.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late, I got lost in this paradise.”

“How long have you’ve been working with horses?”

“As soon as I started walking, my father worked for a family that raised them,” You admitted with a small chuckle. “What about you?” Soon, she started filling you in with some details about her and another important matters you needed to know.

Walking over to the kitchen after taking a bath, you wondered if Frances got tired of waiting for you, she seemed so polite and nice and had promised to show you how she made the apple pie that smelled so good when you arrived. But instead of finding her, you found a little boy in the middle of the stairs.

“Hello! What are you doing there?”

He seemed to study you for a while, trying to figure out if he could trust you.

“I’m Y/N, the new horse trainer.”

That seemed to cheer him up. “You like horses?”

“I love them!” But right after informing you that, he looked down, sadness in every pore.

“Oh, but why the sad face? I think Frances left some apple pie somewhere, would you like to have some with me?”

Still not excited as he seemed to be about horses, the kid offered you his small hand and guided you to the kitchen.

“My name is Charles, but you can call me Charlie.” He informed you.

“That’s a lovely name, Charlie.”

Over the slice of pie, he seemed to put his guard down and talked to you about a lot of people you had no idea who they were, you decided to avoid talk about horses because he looked so upset earlier.

“I should go to bed.” He wiped his lips with the arm of his pajamas and from the door, he looked back at you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night Charlie.” You answered but he was already gone.

You only signed up because of the horses, you were provided with everything you might need and your salary was even higher of what you originally asked for. But suddenly you were intrigued about your employer, since the house seemed to be empty other than the maids and the kid you just met.

***

“Sorry I couldn’t call you earlier Selene, but I was unpacking and taking a look around.” You informed your sister over the phone, after having breakfast on your own.

“Well… how is it?”

“It’s a dream come true, the horses are the most beautiful creatures and-” you felt something tugging at your jacket. “I’ll call you back later, take care.” You informed her and looking down at Charlie a smile appeared immediately. “Hello Charlie.”

“I used to have a black horse, Dangerous… but my Dad shot him.” He offered you a piece of paper with a draw of a black horse and a kid.

Not knowing what to say or do, you tried to comfort him by asking him to join you at the training session, but he refused. He changed the topic and you were left with more questions than answers.

“Where’s your father Charles?” A tall woman walked towards you, eyeing you up and down.

“I don’t know. Hello Ruby!” A girl with dark hair was hiding behind the woman.

Both kids ran off and as you were about to introduce yourself to her, the woman decided to turn her back and walk away without another word. Sighing, you took your personal belongings, it was time to leave as well.

Walking to the stables, you were able to feel the peace that only horses could provide.

“Hello Mystery.” You greeted her. “Good morning Prince, you’re so handsome today. Zeus, don’t get jealous, I’ll take you for a ride later.” Taking the reins of the new girl, she needed a lot of work. As you guided her out of the stables, you came across a horse you didn’t see the previous day; Sultan.

Looking straight into the horse’s eyes, he was looking back at you and as you held his gaze, you were able to find a part of your soul that you never thought to be found. You swore that he made an almost imperceptive bow with his head, and you did the same for him. He already owned your heart.

“Would you like to use the chair Miss Y/L/N?” The man in charge of cleaning them asked.

“No, thank you I will get her to listen to my orders first.”

You knew she needed a lot of time, but she was a good girl. She was in fine shape and her potential was huge, later you would design a training plan for her. Each horse had their own personality and they couldn’t be trained in the same way, the confidence you build with a horse is the key to make the animal trust you.

Walking back to the barn you took Argo for a ride, he was impatient to go out, his energy was contagious and the two of you immediately bonded, he had a free spirit that’s why he struggled being locked in the stall.

Squeezing your legs a little, Argo understood your signal right away, at first you felt he was holding himself back, unsure if you would let him guide you, making a kiss sound he responded with a small neigh and started to gallop faster. Enjoying the freedom, you let your hair down and allowed the horse to choose the pace.

Stepping out of the house, Tommy got in his car, he had a meeting to attend in town, but it wasn’t long after the car started that he witnessed something he wasn’t ready for; an Amazonian was ridding one of his horses.

“Stop the vehicle.” He ordered his driver and startled he watched as the pair were in their element.

His eyes were fixed on the woman riding Argo, they came across a couple of bushes from Arrow House’s garden, he easily jumped and gracefully made it to the other side. Tommy could hardly blink.

Noticing the pair of eyes looking, you slowed down Argo’s pace.

“That was impressive, he didn’t follow the previous trainer’s orders.” The man admitted looking from the horse, to you.

“Argo follows the orders he wants.”

“That’s what I said to him.” He then extended his hand up, to greet you. “Tommy Shelby.”

“Mr. Shelby! Sorry I didn’t know it was you. Y/N Y/L/N.” You added shaking his hand. Frances told you a bit of him, but you found a bit strange that you didn’t get to introduce yourself on the first day, she assured you he was a busy man.

He told it wasn’t necessary to come down from the horse and instead you made Argo lift his leg and move his head down in a greeting motion.

“I’m sorry I took him for a ride, he was getting impatient.”

“It’s alright you can take them after my girl’s lessons, how’s she doing?”

You had to smile at that. “She’s a beauty, at her best moment for training.”

“Wonderful, let Frances know if you need anything Miss Y/L/N.”

Climbing into the car again, he and his driver left and you started galloping back to the stables.

It was around midday when you went back to the house. Practically empty, only filled with the noise the maids made, so you decided to learn more about what Charlie told you early that day. Frances was surprised to see you in the kitchen, but she shared a little of what the kid had told her about his horse, since that day Charlie refused to be close to any of the horses and he and Tommy weren’t speaking to each other and practically, she was in charge of him all the time. According to her, her boss was suffering as well even though he chose to not show it.

Your heart shattered thinking about what a small kid like him had been through losing his mother so soon and the confusion over his father putting his horse to sleep.

“Charlie needs his father.”

“And his father needs him,” Frances agreed, “but I am no one to tell anything.”

——

Over the curse of the following week you kept working with the new horse and Charlie had warmed up to you, he was constantly looking for you, he had a lot of questions about the horses and you realized he was only trying to get some love and comfort. You had only seen Mr. Shelby once or twice while riding one of the horses as well.

One night when you heard a car approaching, you decided to come out from your room and wandered around, watching Mr. Shelby enter his office.

Knocking on the door, after letting him know it was you, you showed him the plan you had designed for his horse, he seemed pleased by it and after a small talk over horses in general, he offered you a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t think that’d be appropriate Mr. Shelby.” Drinking with your boss was totally off limits, plus he was a taken man, or at least you thought do even though his relationship with Ruby’s mum was a bit strange, you’ve heard the gossips the maids shared around. They weren’t officially married but fucked from time to time.

“If it’s me offering you a drink, then it’s alright Miss. Y/L/N.”

Thanking him, you sipped on the drink cautiously, still thinking it was a bad idea. He was dangerously attractive.

“Do you have a name for the horse?”

“Not yet, but I’m open to hear suggestions.” He leaned on his chair behind his desk and tilted his head to the side.

“I think Charlie could be really helpful, he loves to draw horses and he’s always imagining names and stories.” You explained with a smile, the kid surely found a way to your heart.

Looking at the hurt in his eyes over the thought of his son, you decided it was time to go to your room, but first you had to ask him for something. “Mr. Shelby I would like to ask your permission to take Charlie for a ride one of these days, I think he could use the comfort of the horses again.” You tried to convince him. “Or if you don’t trust me with your son, perhaps with all due respect… you could take him for a ride.”

“You mean to compensate for the terrible father I am?” His eyes were lost in the glass of whiskey he was holding, his voice a mere whisper.

Thinking you screwed over, you tried to fix your words. “No, that’s not what I meant… sorry. I-”

One of the maids interrupted your apology announcing she brought him tea and you took that opportunity to leave his office after feeling like you stepped on the line.

Tommy kept looking at the door even though you had already left.

In the last couple of days, Frances informed him that Charlie had been in quiet good spirits and cheerful playing with you once you finished your training lessons, she even heard the boy ask you once if he could watch the session one day.

“Mr. Shelby did you hear me?” The maid asked as she slipped down her uniform to her hips, her breasts on display in front of him.

Tommy’s eyes barely registered her nudity. “Pick up your clothes and get out Susan.”

“But-” Confused the maid looked at him, she had been the object of his pleasure since Lizzie got pregnant with Ruby, apart from cleaning the house, she had been sneaking into his office on a daily basis. She knew sometimes Lizzie took her place, but she didn’t mind, she didn’t feel bad because they weren’t married.

His eyes were hostile when he looked at her, no more words were needed, his orders were clear.

Thinking about your words, he felt guilty for allowing the distance between the two of them to get bigger, he missed those days when Charlie would lie against his chest, completely fast asleep, when his little hands reached for his embrace. Closing his eyes, the memories hit him hard.

Could he build a bridge back to his son? He wanted to, but he didn’t know how to do it.

Walking upstairs, he decided to check on Charlie first, opening the door slowly, Tommy was surprised to find you laying on top of the covers with his boy, a book on your lap and Charlie’s head resting against your chest.

As he approached the bed he realized the book had information about different kind of horses and their characteristics.

The heartache making it hard to breathe. When was the last time he tucked his son to bed?

When was the last time he heard his boy’s laugh?

Feeling anger against himself for abandoning his son like that, he had to fight the tears. He knew he was failing Charlie terribly, not only for putting his horse to sleep, but in every possible way. He was growing up, he knew now some of the things he did.

Tommy allowed his eyes to travel from your legs hugged by the tight beige riding pants, up to your torso concluding on your features; delicate and feminine.

He was aware that it took a kind soul to find the way to the heart of a horse.

And he had to admit that after taking in this scene, you also had won your way to his son’s heart.

Taking a blanket he covered the two of you.

But who was he trying to fool?

---

Making a high ponytail, you wanted to go out and ride one of the horses.

After spending most of the morning adjusting the new horse plan and answering a letter your sister Selene sent you, your soul needed the freedom.

But as you were crossing the hall, Charlie found you and Tommy intercepted you.

“Would you like to have lunch with us?” He pulled at your hand.

Surprised, you couldn’t think of a reasonable lie, you couldn’t explain to him that an employee didn’t sit at the same table as them.

“You can’t say no to him.” Tommy smiled at you, pleased with Charlie’s idea. You looked beautiful.

As Charlie guided you to the dining table, Tommy’s eyes went straight your bum, the black pants seemed to be made for you, hugging every curve perfectly, the swing of your hips cause more damage of what he would like to admit.

Over lunch, a lot of laughs were exchanged, it had to be one of the happiest times, Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a meal like this. For the first time, there weren’t any complains, no nagging. Pure simple joy.

“So Charlie boy, Y/N says you have a couple of ideas for a name.”

Charlie looked up at you, insecure to share a name with his father. Tommy winked at you.

“Go on Charlie, it’s a beautiful name.”

“I think you should name her Pepper.” And then, he went on to explain all of the reasons why he had chosen that name.

Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden interest his son was showing over the new horse. Looking at you, you were practically drooling over at Charlie. And Tommy admitted to himself he had never felt more at ease before.

Hitting his hand over the table, Tommy declared: “Pepper it is.” Earning a round of applauses from you and an unexpected hug by Charlie. You saw him kissing the top of his head, so full of emotions.

“Would you like to see Pepper later Charlie?”

“Can I go Dad?”

Tommy then swallowed hard, his son was back and all thanks to you.

“Yes, you can go son.”

“Why don’t you join us Tommy?” The three of you agreed to meet in an hour at the stables, since Tommy had some calls to do first.

“How are you doing today Miss Y/N?” Richard, Tommy’s driver greeted you once you stepped out of the house.

He was older than you and at first you thought he was trying to be polite, but his insistence was starting to get awkward, he asked personal questions, invaded your personal space and made you feel uncomfortable. Specially because you never showed him any kind of interest.

“It’s going good, thanks.”

“If you need me to drive you anywhere, I can do it, I-I’ve the keys of the car.” He pointed at the Bentley parked. “To the shops, the pictures…” He tried to brush his hand on your arm.

This wasn’t the first time he offered to drive you around, he lived on the staff headquarters and on his free time he was constantly following you to the stables.

You didn’t know, but Tommy watched the scene from his window office, his blood reaching boiling point in record time. Were you having an affair with his driver?

“Charlie c’mon.”

“I can’t find my boots!” He complained from the top of the stairs.

“If you ain’t here by three, you go on your own.” Tommy was pacing around like a lion in a cage.

“You said you’d wait for me!”

They were washing Pepper when you entered the stables, so wandering around, you decided to take Sultan for the first time, he seemed so relaxed and you had never mounted him. He wasn’t unlike the rest of the horses, he exuded respect, elegance, demeanor. His black coat and hair shone naturally. Getting used to each other, you liked the way he felt.

Tommy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you riding Sultan, no one touched that horse, he was wild and didn’t obey instructions, but he seemed to be letting you guide him. Perhaps he had finally found his owner after all this time.

Two things happened simultaneously; his stupid driver decided to drive the Bentley straight to you and Sultan, honking the car and Charlie stormed off through the field in your direction.

His earlier surprise was overshowed with worry as Sultan reared up.

Watching the majestic horse get up in two legs was a spectacle, but he was deadly worried he would get Charlie hurt or that you could fall.

“Charlie, get back here!” He went after his son, his heart up in his throat.

You rushed down from the horse to walk over them.

You were scared to death after watching Tommy pacing around his office for the tenth time scolding you for riding Sultan without his permission. He held Charlie right on time before anything could happen and you were practically flying, but Sultan never tried to be a threat for you or Charlie for the matter.

He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you were sitting close to the fireplace, still unsure if you were shaking by the cold or by the events of the day. Especially when he had been raising his voice at you.

“And you are going to tell me, that you fell in love with that fucking driver?”

Really? Couldn’t he not tell he was the one you had fallen in love with? First his horses stole your heart, then Charlie and finally him.

“When you hired me, you never mentioned I had forbidden to be involved with someone.”

“That’s enough!” He slammed his hand on his desk.

“Why do you care so much Mr. Shelby?” You knew you should shut the fuck up, but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the words coming out now. “Why? I’m confused.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” He barely whispered leaning his palms against his desk.

Thinking of you in his driver’s arms drove him crazy. But admitting it would make him seem weak.

“Perhaps it’s you the one who can’t understand.” You could tell he had trouble showing his feelings for his own son, you couldn’t imagine him starting to develop feelings for you. How could a man like him fall in love with someone like you? But why was he so mad at the possibility of a romance with his driver then? Why bother with all of those winks, smiles, subtle touches on your arms?

Disappointed because he couldn’t be honest not only to you, but to himself, you decided it was all too much, you had fallen for him and you knew you wouldn’t be anything else than his horse trainer.

After all he had the mother of his other child to warm his bed or one of the maids that loved to let the world know she was his mistress.

“I’m terribly sorry, I never wanted to put Charlie in danger.” Looking down, you were about to say something that destroyed you completely. “I think it’s best for me to leave the horse trainer position as soon as possible.”

It was a mistake to fall for him.

“I’m not talking about Charlie, yes it was a scary moment.” He exhaled sharply. “You want to quit so you can go after that driver? Ey?”

Why was he demanding explanations, when Susan the maid had made clear she had been sneaking into his office every night, you saw her the other day. The thought of his hands on her body, pleasuring her made you miss something you would never get.

“Why not? You think only you get everything you want by just clicking your fingers? Anywhere, at any moment.” You had to bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Is that what you think?” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t always get what I want.”

I’m not getting you, for example.

“Right and I’m going to believe that.”

“The woman I want is slipping through my fingers, we can’t be together.” The intensity of his eyes made you tremble.

“Because I’m just a horse trainer?” Perhaps you were two worlds apart.

“You don’t know me at all, Y/N.”

“Oh, and do you even know yourself?”

“I used to clean up horse shit for a few coins, before all of this happened.” He moved his hand around to point at the room.

There were a lot of things holding him back. Fear taking a tool on him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Like he had hurt his son.

“Fine it’s all said then.” You were hurting already anyways.

Walking around his desk, he didn’t give you time to walk out of his office, with one hand he slammed the door shut while the other one held you by the waist. Pressed between the heavy door and his hard body you hardly had time to breathe before his lips found yours with all the desire and passion he had inside.

His lips where demanding and desperate.

Titling his head to the side, you answered his kiss with the same force, noses crashing when he moved his head to the other side.

Just as his tongue was about to invade your mouth, your heard Charlie calling your name outside his office.

“But Frances, will you help me find her?” You heard the maid’s voice and steps fading away.

Pulling away breathlessly, lips swollen by the intensity, Tommy kept his eyes on your mouth while he tried to think straight.

“I-I better go with him now.” Nervously, your hands touched your hair.

Confused and altered by the kiss, you found Charlie in the family room.

“Why are you crying Y/N?”

“Because… I was scared of you getting hurt.”

Charlie hugged your legs. “But Sultan didn’t even scare me.”

“Ask Frances to warm you some milk.” You needed to be alone.

Calling your sister, you told her of your decision to leave your job and asked Selene if you could stay with her for a couple of days. Your feelings for Tommy were stronger than you, but there was no point on staying here.

Frances heard your conversation and even though she didn’t want to get into trouble, she decided to inform Mr. Shelby that his driver had been harassing you, you trusted her with the issue before and she liked you and she noticed a big change in Charlie.

Tommy was beyond angry when he heard Frances concerns about his driver, he was fired now. But his humor didn’t get much better when Lizzie arrived, walking in as if she was Mrs. Shelby to boss around.

“Frances put Ruby to sleep please.”

“What do you need Lizzie?” He ran a cigarette over his lips.

Instead of giving him an answer, Lizzie walked around his desk. “It’s been so long.” Her dark red nails running against his tights.

“Not now, Lizzie.” His hands stopped any sign of affection from her. “Not ever.”

She blinked at him, the weakest man rejecting her. That was a low blow.

“From now on, the only relationship we have is over Ruby, nothing else.”

Looking over the window, Lizzie crossed her arms. “Is it the horse trainer?”

Tommy shot her a long look.

“I saw you looking at her when she was riding your horse the other day. And Charlie can’t stop talking about her.”

But he made a mistake and now you wanted to leave… there was only one way to get to you; Charlie.

———

You wanted to leave without looking back, to make things easier. But Charlie stormed into your room early, pulling at your covers to drag you out of bed.

“Y/N come to the stables! I have a surprise for you.”

“Charlie I can’t”

“Pleaaaase, please! It’ll be quick!”

He allowed you to have a short shower and he appeared again on your bedroom when you were about to put on your riding boots to hurry you up.

“Coming!” But you were left alone because he ran off back to the stables.

Walking in you found Tommy holding Sultan and Pepper, both horses wearing a ribbon.

“I realized I was scared because I finally found the woman who could tame me… just like you tamed these beasts.” Tommy walked between the horses and gave Charlie the reins to Sultan. “I’m sorry about my driver I didn’t know he had been bothering you, I was jealous.”

You looked down.

“You like him, Y/N? He’s yours!” Charlie smiled at you, showing off his teeth.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Tommy spoke again. “You showed me that I was pulling the reins too tight…” one quick glance over Charlie and you understood what he meant, he was caressing Pepper on the muzzle, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. “that love and patience can do wonders on those we love the most… and that sometimes, the beast needs to be tamed. And it’s alright too as long as he has the rider to lead him the way.”

His eyes on yours while he spoke, he only took them away from you to look at Charlie.

“I’m sorry about Dangerous son, he was a good horse. You’re now the owner of Pepper, she’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as you saw the two of them sharing a hug, a tight one, those that makes you hold your breath.

“Can we go for a ride?” Charlie couldn’t stop smiling.

Holding his son by the shoulders, both of them were looking at you.

“What do you say, Y/N?”

The pair had identical smiles, adorable pouts that made it impossible to say no. Charlie not only dressed just like his father, he was his mini version. So you could only nod and smile back at them. Tommy helped Charlie to sit on the saddle and then walked over you.

“This is just an excuse to be close to you, but I’m sure you already know that.” He winked while holding Sultan for you.

“Tommy what are you doing?”

“Making amends.” He declared holding his gaze, truth in every word.

“Are we going or what?” Charlie asked trying to get Pepper to move.

“He’s worse than you.” You declared with a chuckle.

“You think you know, but you have no idea.” Tommy laughed and pressed his calves on Pepper.

“That’s not fair!” You did the same and Sultan immediately matched them.

Somewhere between the ride, Charlie wanted to go with you, so Tommy helped him switch horses, pleasing him.

It was a beautiful moment he would cherish forever. The simplicity of a ride in the quiet field, listening to his son endless talk, the subtle glances and smiles the two of you shared… he didn’t need anything else.

“It’s been a while since I was out ridding by the river.” Coming down from Pepper, Tommy went on to bring his son down. “Go and find Frances, ask her to prepare breakfast for us.” He instructed Charlie before he turned to help you down as well. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulder, the proximity of your bodies started to warm up your souls.

His lips linked with yours in a slow pace.

“You’re making me feel things I never knew I could feel, Y/N.” He whispered against your mouth while his hands caressed your back. “Please stay with us, the horses love you, Charlie is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.”

You were only meant to train his horse for a few months. But you never expected to start developing feelings for him. He started undoing the bow of your scarf.

“And what about you, Tommy?” Your eyes closed involuntarily as he started kissing the exposed skin of your neck.

Pulling apart from you just what was strictly necessary, he looked into your eyes to admit: “I’m yours.”

That was all you needed.

Giving into the desire, you let him guide you inside one of the empty stalls, your back against the wall while one of his hands lifted your leg and he grinded his hips to show you how much he wanted you. He was desperately trying to get you out of your equestrian attire, the heat of the moment increasing.

Sitting on the hay, he kneeled in front of you to take off your riding boots, he broke one of the details on the side in the process out of desperation.

“Sorry, I’ll get you a new pair.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but caress his face with your hand.

Holding his cheeks between your hands you leaned in to kiss him one more time.

Standing up again you wriggled your hips to take of your riding pants and underwear in one fluid motion while Tommy placed his coat and your jacket over the hay in an attempt of bed.

Lips finding their way together one more time, while your hands ran up and down his chest.

“Open your legs for me.” He pleaded right after his mouth found one of your breasts and he started to give all his full attention, as you felt the pleasure increasing, his hand found your most intimate body part and his fingers traced slow circles over your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

Tommy realized you didn’t need much preparation as your center was taking his fingers so well, but he enjoyed way too much the sounds coming out from your mouth so he stopped right when he felt you were close of the point of no return and withdrawing his fingers he started an agonizing slow torture of kisses on your neck.

“Tommy.” Holding onto his neck, you tried to move your hips to get something, but he moved his body back, your eyes flew open to start a demand as you felt the pleasure slip away from you.

You felt a mischievous smile against your jaw and before you could start complaining, the tip of his cock found your entrance. And it was like if he was pouring gasoline into a fire.

Your body welcomed him immediately and each time he pulled back you groaned in discontent at the feeling of emptiness. Until he moved back all the way in.

Feeling the muscles of his neck and arms flexed under your hands, you were lost in a state of ecstasy.

“You feel so good around me, Y/N.” He finished each thrust with a firm snap, hitting places inside of you that you didn’t even know they existed.

Pulling him down for a kiss, you pushed one hand on his chest, to make him lay back on his coat, once you switched positions so he was comfortably under your body, you started moving your hips forward and backwards, riding him, securing your hips around his.

“Right there, Tommy.” Holding onto his chest for support, you saw him close his eyes.

“Look at me.” You pleaded, and when his eyes found yours, he couldn’t help but think how fucking gorgeous you looked.

“My Amazonian.” He was completely lost in you. With a groan, he straightened his back and took a seating position while you were still riding him.

Sneaking his hand between your bodies, he found the point where your bodies connected and pressing his digits a little, he sent you over the edge, making you lose control while you moaned his name. He followed you right after.

Opening your eyes after your orgasm subsided, you found him looking at you with a satisfied expression.

“Oh Tommy, that was…”

“Yeah.” He brought your forehead to his, trying to make the moment last forever.

You kissed him while his hands were on your back to keep you close.

“We better go back to the house.”

After getting dress, you found Charlie walking back to the stables. “What’s taking you so long?!” He complained.

“Sorry, it’s my fault I was keeping her busy riding-” you shoved Tommy on the ribs.

“Charlie?”

The kid looked up at you, then at his father.

“What would you say if I tell you that Y/N is staying with us forever?” Tommy couldn’t hide his happiness any longer.

Charlie’s smile was everything, he ran towards the two of you kissing your cheeks. “You have hay in your hair, Y/N.” He pulled some from between your hair.

“What are you? A detective?” Tommy placed him down. “Let’s see how fast you can run.”

Tommy found some more at the other side of your head. Then, taking your hand to walk by his side to the house, the two of you shared one more kiss on the steps, his hands on your face, he didn’t say it, but in his eyes you could see how grateful he was for helping him get his son back.

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Lunch break in the abandoned wing (one shot)

2.5k words | Sub!Corey x Fem!Reader

18+ EXPLICIT - PIV, very horny. Creator chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk.

Corey sadly shuffles around in different jobs after the accident. Maybe he works at a mall kiosk for a while selling lotion. He's supposed to approach women like, "excuse me, you have beautiful skin, would you like a sample?" But he doesn't even try. He's afraid to creep people out. He doesn't want people to notice him. But you do. . . and you're gonna have your way with him.

Thanks @dark-scape for beta, mistakes are mine

It's a sprawling mall and used to be packed with teens until the early 2000s. Aside from the main food court area, it's kind of a creepy mall, with some empty stores and recently closed ones. One wing is almost entirely abandoned. You walk there a lot because you like the blighted atmosphere. A few years ago, a body was even found in the abandoned vitamin store.

You go to the mall food court on your lunch break sometimes. Corey's kiosk is near the food court and he's always looking miserable and nervous. You can tell there's some delicious beef under his ill-fitting khakis and layers. He has huge hands and a juicy ass. He's sturdy and looks like he would make a great fuck toy.

You decide to approach him one day and find out. It's the first time anyone has ever gone out of their way to go to his kiosk, and he almost doesn't know what to do, but you make it easy.

You ask if you can try the lotion in your favorite scent. His thick fingers grip the bottle and a silky white ribbon shoots out of the tip and into your hand. You ask him to help you rub it in. He isn't sure you're serious at first, but he does a double take, and that look in your eyes gives him some confidence. So he puts some more lotion in his own palm then uses both of his big, masculine hands to slowly massage your soft skin. It takes a while to rub the lotion in, and the feeling of his skin against yours makes you wet. You want him even more than you thought you would.

You ask if he'll have lunch with you, and he nervously resists at first. He says he shouldn't because his boss might be mad. You shrug and say okay. He keeps rubbing slowly, looking in your eyes, wondering if he made a mistake. He's very unsure of himself. When he finishes one hand, you hold up the other.

You imagine keeping him locked up in your room to massage you every night and fuck at your convenience. Keeping him horny and hard so he's ready any time. Whether it's today or another day, he's already in your pocket, he just doesn't know it yet. You'd prefer today, though.

You ask him, "What's the most you've sold in one day?"

He says 8 bottles and your heart breaks a little.

"What if I buy 15, would your boss still be mad?"

He laughs, but you're serious. He adjusts his glasses. "You want me to go to lunch with you that badly, huh." He blushes and shakes his head. He seems to suspect you're kidding or there must be some catch like you're going to try to sell him something or embarrass him.

You hand him your platinum credit card and tell him to run it. He rings you up, still skeptical. Meanwhile, you're tingling for him.

You reassure him, "We can stay in the mall. We don't even have to eat. I just want some company," you say. You tell him you'll come back for the lotion. He closes the kiosk for lunch, rolling the cloth covering down over the sides.

You suggest going for a walk. When you begin to lead him to the most blighted area, he tells you "uh, there's not really anything down this way. It was just Sears, and they closed last week." Exactly.

"Yeah. I wanna show you something," you say. You walk to the end of the wing, where Sears has the cage rolled down over its entrance. It's dimly lit and one of the only remaining lights flickers sketchily. You half-heartedly try to make small talk on the way, but you're turned all the way on just thinking about what you want to do to him, and the more he talks, the more you need to own him.

You walk up to the rolling cage door and crouch down. You're wearing a skirt and you look back to see if Corey checks out your ass. He does, and he blushes and looks away quickly once you catch him, which makes you even hotter for him. He's a perfect catch.

You pull a safety pin out of your purse and jimmy the lock open. You roll the door up a couple of feet and nod for him to go into the store. He laughs softly and looks around with his hands in his pockets. You smile patiently. He swallows then offers a small smile and complies. You follow him in, then roll the door down behind you. The sound of the door closing seems to echo through the whole mall, but in reality, no one is in this wing to hear it. You're pretty sure.

He stands nervously with his hands by his sides. You grab both his hands and walk backwards, leading him. "Come on." He's intimidated by your enthusiasm, but hesitantly continues following you. You walk him over to a twin bed in view of one of the store windows. "Go ahead, sit," you say.

"Here?" He looks down, then around.

"Yeah." You start unbuttoning your top, and he sits down apprehensively.

"Wanna take a nap?" You ask

"Um. In here?" He looks behind him through the giant window. There's no one close but the shadows of customers on the second floor are barely visible way down the hall.

"I'm not tired either," you say and discard your button-up shirt, leaving your front-fastening bra on.

You sit on his lap, demurely at first. Side-saddle. You both smell like like the lotion. You take his chin in your hand and point his face toward yours. He gulps and blushes but doesn't stop you.

You lean in, pause to lock eyes with him, then slowly bring your lips toward his and you both close your eyes. You lightly press your bottom lip into his, and his lips softly close against yours. You slip him your tongue and he accepts it hungrily, opening his mouth wider. One large hand comes to your back, and another strokes then begins to knead your thigh as you devour each other's faces.

You spread your legs and face him, straddling him. You use fistfuls of his plaid shirt to pull him closer and scoot yourself forward, and your panties throb as they graze the hardness in his khakis. Both his huge hands wrap around the small of your back and you grind yourself further into him as you make out. The light flickers again. You need to feel more of him, but he hasn't earned it yet.

He brings a hand to your breast. You pull your face away and your hips stop moving. He breathes heavily and looks at you hungrily. You stand up and his knees spread to welcome you between them, closer to him. You lean your knees against the bed and reach behind his head to play with his curls. You're soaking wet. You ask him what he wants to do.

He doesn't answer. You rephrase. "If you could do anything right now, what would you do?" He looks around nervously, almost annoyed at the question, like you're tricking him. He looks down at his lap. He looks longingly at your skirt and your chest. You look down at your bra, then at him, and ask, "Do you want this off?"

He nods. He clears his throat. "Yeah, I do." You smile and bring your hands to the front clasp. "Yes," he says more emphatically. His voice is hot when he speaks up.

You look around, pretending to be nervous. "Here? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he says. "God, I'm sure." So hot. His mouth is open and there's saliva at each corner. He's practically drooling. You gently pull his hair to position his head right in front of your tits. Then you unsnap your bra, unleashing your breasts in his face.

Corey wets his lips and hesitantly raises a large hand toward your chest, looking up above his glasses at you. You tell him, "go ahead." He glances back to the window again and the light flickers. You swiftly turn his head back toward you and say, "Let them see what a good boy you can be." His hand engulfs your breast, pressing it gently but firmly into you. His face looks pained.

He palms his arousal through his khakis, then begs you back into his lap with a hand on your lower back. "Come back."

"Why?"

"I wanna feel you"

"How?"

He seems unsure how to answer. You bring a nipple to his mouth and he sucks it and closes his eyes then grabs your ass under your skirt with both hands, and your legs part. His hands hike your skirt all the way up, and you let him pull you onto his lap. With your skirt out of the way, you're all the way on top of his considerable bulge now. You can feel every inch of his fat, rock-hard cock.

You press your lips into his and kiss him ferally. You gently pull his hair with one hand and brace yourself on his meaty thigh with the other. His hands and lips are all over you. Your bring your arms around his hulking shoulders and your hips roll into him. His lips worship your mouth, then your neck, then your chest. He's so hard and ready, and you ache to be filled, but you pull back.

His face is red. His brow is furrowed. His pupils are blown wide. He wets his lips hungrily. You ask again, "What do you want to do?"

He breathes heavily and looks you up and down. "I want to be inside you."

You feign nervousness again. "Here? Are you sure?"

He leans back and you give him a few inches of space, curious what he'll do. He starts unfastening his belt in a blur of meaty fingers, then his button and zipper. "I need to be inside you."

You gently stop his hands at the bottom of his zipper, and he adds "please." His eyes water. You let him frantically take his cock out and pump himself a few times.

"Save some for me," you giggle quietly into his ear.

"Sorry," he breathes. "Yeah."

You guide one of his massive hands under your skirt, between your legs so he can feel how wet you are. He slips a finger into your panties and shudders and begs you closer with his chin over your shoulder and his lips on the side of your neck.

You hike up your skirt even more, the bottom hem all the way over your ass, and pull your panties to the side. "Are you gonna make me come?" You ask.

"Yes, yes. However you want, I'll do it," he whispers. You change your mind and take your panties all the way off, slipping them over your boots carefully.

With your panties off you get right up against him again, your wet warmth against his cock, your knees on either side of him, in full view of the window, were anyone to walk by. The light flickers behind you. In the window you can see the reflection of his wild curls, the back of his head tilted as he looks up at you begging.

You push his shoulders down to the bed so you can see yourself mount him. You grab his rock-hard cock and use it to rub your slippery folds. He moans softly. You lightly, rapidly slap your clit with the swollen head, bringing yourself close to climax, watching him helpless on the bed. His breath intensifies with yours, and he squirms, desperate to be inside you.

You nestle the swollen head of his cock against your entrance, wait another beat, then sink down. He groans and his hands come to your thighs.�� His hips push up desperately into yours. You stay unmoving, feeling him twitch inside you, for a minute that feels like forever. Then, you say "Okay, come here."

His upper body shoots upright, desperate to be against yours. He wraps his arms tight around you. He kisses you forcefully, needily. He thrusts into you, and at the same time, pulls you down onto him. He fucks you far harder than you thought he had in him. His arms are strong, and his wet girth feels amazing. You give into his strength and let yourself enjoy the feeling of your body being moved entirely by him. He fucks you slow and hard, then accelerates.

Within a minute you see stars. Your cunt clenches around him and you moan. It echoes through the abandoned store, your head falling back, your tits in his face. He takes a nipple into his mouth and you finish coming. You catch your breath, still riding him. His hips slow down and he watches you in anticipation.

"Good boy," you say, and affectionately stroke his curls. "You did good." Your face is hot with the afterglow.

"Can I?" He asks. You look at him warmly and cup his cheek.

"Can I come?" He begs.

You cradle his head with both hands and stare into his desperate eyes. "Yeah. You can come."

You kiss him on the lips, and his arms pull you down as he plunges even deeper into you. He thrusts just a few times, then you feel him erupt inside you and he moans. His hips hit your inner thighs even harder as his cock empties hot, silky ribbons into your cunt. Each pulsation gives you a new wave of pleasure.

He falls back on the bed and catches his breath as you enjoy several aftershocks. He becomes aware of the situation again and tilts his head backwards so he's looking out the window upside down.

You climb off him, and he sits up, watching you. His seed trickles down one leg before you fix your skirt. As soon as you make eye contact, he gets on his knees and licks your thigh clean without you even asking, then buckles himself up.

When he stands up, you put your wet panties in his pocket and give him a kiss then fix your clothes. When you leave the store and roll the cage door back down, you don't even try not to flash him. To protect your modesty, he shifts to stand between you and a security camera. Then he does a double take at the security camera and his face drains to white.

How do you think he'd act the next time he saw you in the mall? 😳

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halfmoth-halfman · 9 months

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hello!! big fan of your price mob boss series ❤️ just wondering if you have any visuals for what canary’s blue dresses look like in the series? or some details you had of the dresses while writing a part of a chapter.

excitedly (and nervous, very nervous) waiting for the next chapter !!

aaaaaaa i sure do!! i could talk about canary’s dresses all day omg

ok so i have a few notes for when i try to find a dress for canary for certain scenes because i can never be normal about anything

if they're from price then they're a soft/baby blue similar to the same color as his eyes

if they're going to be from valeria, they can be any other shade of blue

the back of canary's left shoulder must be covered enough that her scar wouldn't show. it's not a big scar by any means, but still no thin straps or strapless dresses

nothing skin tight. form-fitting is fine, but it has to look like something she could easily move and breathe it and wouldn't make her feel trapped

nothing too revealing. if there's a deep neckline, then her back is completely covered and vice versa

for the first dress she wears in ch. v when she goes on stage for the first time, i pictured something like the first dress but in blue however a very lovely anon shared the second picture of iman hammam's met gala dress as what they imagined it and canary to look like and that shook me to my core because it's literally the perfect dress. it's flowy and loose, but still kind of sexy and elegant and something valeria would put her in now that she has a hint that price has feelings for canary and she wants to show canary off for her first time on stage.

in ch. vii the dress she wears while price is teaching her to play pool, i pictured something similar to this dress. it's a darker shade of blue, so something valeria had made for her. i knew price would be touching canary, so i wanted something velvet and soft, like a material he'd really want to feel. also, since canary is more established with the 141 and she's gotten a few performances under her belt, i wanted something simpler for her this time around, but still kind of elegant.

also in ch. vii, the dress that price gifts to canary for her to wear to valeria's house was something like this dress, just without the long train and all of the ruffles. i wanted a cute, fun summer dress for her but i struggled finding something that was all blue and settled on baby blue flowers instead.

in ch. viii, when canary is cleared to perform again and ends up in price's lap while he plays poker i thought of something like this. it's her first show after kissing price so of course valeria's going to put her in something that price wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of. for me, the pearls here would be more like spikes or slightly sharper studs, just as a little something extra since it's also her first show after being attacked and it would add that extra feeling of safety for her.

also in ch. viii when price watches canary getting ready for a gala (the same gala in ch. ix) i pictured something like this dress just in a lighter blue. this is after she's told him about her time with graves and explained the scar on her shoulder, so i went with something more revealing of her shoulders since i think she'd be more confident now that price knows and loves her regardless and she's finally with someone she feels safe around

that's everything i've got for the big scenes!! i've got a whole pinterest board of other dresses and dress inspo for her including the dresses she'd wear for graves and makarov. of course, these are all just my ideas and headcanons, i try not to get too specific with the clothes just so everyone who reads can still picture a blue/red/gold dress in a style they'd like!!

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 5

Masterlist

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Part 4 🍂 Part 6

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Mostly fluff, some frustrations (we're still remodeling, folks), but we're getting there.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae congrats on 43k! You are doing so great ❤️ I am proud, girrrrrl ❤️

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“Matthei- I’ll spell it for you.” As you did, you picked at the already raw skin around your fingernails nervously. It had been almost ten weeks, and the furniture you’d had shipped was supposed to have arrived weeks ago. Instead, as was evident from the absence of, well, furniture, it hadn’t arrived. In its place, you had received the very unwelcome phone call that the shipping container ‘had been misplaced’, and that you should keep in touch with such and such company to see if they could get it back for you. In other words: ‘We lost your shit, please see to it that you somehow find it.’ Now, you were on the phone with a new company every other day, for at least an hour, being jerked around like a fool, and no one was giving you any information. You were seconds away from throwing your phone through the kitchen when Sy knocked. He was here so often now that you’d just given him a key.

“Lara?” He whispered, but you raised your hand at him to shut him up. He mouthed the words ‘what’s going on?’ at you, which landed him another dismissive gesture.

“Fine, I’ll hold,” you said when the lady on the phone asked you to. You put the phone on speaker and slammed it down on the table before making a break for the coffee machine. “Coffee, Sy?”

“Always,” he answered. You could hear the grin in his voice. “Sugar, are you alright?” As you waited for the coffee to brew, you brought Sy up to speed on the whole Furniture Fiasco.

“Long story short,” you finally said after ranting about the situation for fifteen minutes, “all my stuff ended up in Kazbukmenistan or wherever.” The whole time, you were still on hold. Sy asked for some details, and you gestured at the folder that was open on the table. He took a quick look through it.

“Hand me the phone,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but you weren’t inclined to indulge him.

“Sy, you don’t have to…”

“Hand me the phone,” he repeated, only this time, it really wasn’t a question. As much as you hated it when men tried to boss you around, something in his voice shut your Girlboss-attitude right up. The woman you’d been on the phone with finally returned.

“Miss, I have some bad news,” she said. Sy raised a finger at you to keep you quiet.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, she’s not here right now, what’s the bad news?” It was that voice again. The phone-lady was clearly taken aback by the sudden change on the other side of the line.

“The container that the furniture is in, can’t be found in the system,” she said in her phone-lady voice. You hated the phone-lady voice. All you’d been hearing over the past six weeks was phone-lady voices. And one man who had had the audacity to tell you ‘I’m sorry, little missy.’ You had kindly told him to fuck all the way off.

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry, but that won’t do.” Apparently, that voice had an even more stern variant, and apart from making you want to immediately do everything he told you to, it also turned you on big time. “I understand you’re just doing your job, but somewhere down the line, someone didn’t. Now I’m gonna need to know who that was and what they did or didn’t do that they shouldn’t or should have done, so we can get this mess sorted.” It took him twenty minutes to get someone on the phone who actually seemed to know what was going on, and another ten to get them to promise to give you an answer by the end of the week, or else a reimbursement for the shipping cost, and the cost of your things.

“Thirty minutes,” you said, “it took you thirty minutes to do what I’ve been trying to do for six weeks.” You just couldn’t believe it. Tears burned behind your eyes as you vowed to yourself to scrap the words ‘I don’t need a man’ from your vocabulary forever.

“I’m just a little more comfortable barking orders, that’s all,” he said as he gently laid a hand on your shoulder. The kindness in his voice, his eyes and his gesture broke you. You were exhausted from the move, the remodeling, your classes, dealing with the phone-ladies and their stupid voices, and from sleeping on a horrible air mattress. Tears flowed freely and you cursed yourself for your stupid behavior.

“C’mere, Sugar,” Sy said softly as he pulled you into a hug, “you look dog-tired, you know that?” You knew you felt it, so you weren’t surprised you looked the part, but it still mad you feel embarrassed. A tired look wasn’t a good look, and something inside you wanted to look good for him. Or, you know, not for him, but just when you were around him. Okay, fine, for him. He let you cry for a while, and you had to fight to not lose yourself in the warmth and strength of his embrace. Eventually, you were so fed up with yourself and the way you were acting that you managed to force yourself to stop crying and broke away from his hug. You felt two strong hands on the sides of your face, and thumbs wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“You know what works wonders for all that frustration?” Either that sounded strangely sexual, or you were imagining things. “Tearin’ up some carpet. C’mon.” He actually managed to make you laugh. It wasn’t completely genuine, but it was a start.

Sy handled the first corner of the first room carefully, because neither of you had any idea what was underneath the carpet.

“Shit,” you heard him say from where you were standing. That didn’t sound good, did it? “Sugar, I’ll still buy this house from ya.”

“What is it?” The way he was talking to you right now sure kindled your curiosity. As it turns out, some ‘degenerate’ – Sy’s exact words - had dared to carpet over some beautiful hardwood floors. You checked the other rooms first, before tearing the rest of the room up, because curiosity had really gotten the better of both of you. It wasn’t necessarily surprising that you found the same floorboards in the other rooms, but it was still exciting. One room had some seriously ugly vinyl underneath the carpet. Strange. You urged Sy to check underneath that, too, even though he wasn’t initially planning on it.

“My bad, baby,” he chuckled, “you were right.” When he said the word ‘baby’, your heart rate somehow slowed down and sped up at the same time. Over the past few weeks, you had barely gotten used to ‘sugar’, and now this? It took a lot more than you cared to admit to calm yourself back down.

Now that you knew what you were dealing with, it was time to deal with some of that aggression. You found out quickly that taking out your aggression on a carpet was easier said than done. The material was stiff, and heavy, and so thick that even your small-people rage wasn’t enough to give you the strength to cut through it. But you had Sy, who was in all aspects much better equipped to handle this stupid carpet. That didn’t mean you didn’t almost kick him out – twice – because he made you mad when he couldn’t stop laughing at the way you struggled.

“Next time, Syverson, I’m telling myself to leave, and you can do this by yourself!” You yelled after the second time while you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Sorry, Sugar, wouldn’t want ya to go,” he said with a wide smile on his face. “I could use a drink, though, I’m runnin’ a li’l hot here.” For some reason – to torture you, to show off… you had no idea – he decided to prove his point by cleaning the sweat of his face, except he didn’t have the common decency to use his hands. No, of course not. Sy just had to use the bottom of his t-shirt. And now you were left standing there with nothing else to do but look at Sy’s abs. Okay there were other places to look, and you could have just turned around and made a break for the kitchen, but your brain made those abs a priority, because dear God were they amazing… Strong, defined, a very non-disgusting amount of hairy, sweaty and… God you hated how Jules was always right.

“Fuck, I’m dead,” you said as you slumped down into a chair at the kitchen table. You had found it at the side of the road and begged Julie to take it to your house. It shouldn’t have been here for as long as it had. You should have been in possession of your furniture by now. Every joint in your body popped when you moved, every muscle protested. Even picking up your phone to order a pizza felt like a trip up mount Everest. Sy handed you a cold coke from your fridge and grabbed himself a beer. You laughed at the ease with which he did it. Sy truly had a habit of making himself at home. Strangely, it made you feel more at home, too. He was really great to have around - especially when he wasn’t offering to help you with something – and you missed him when he was gone. You ordered the pizza and hung up the phone, sinking down into the chair even further, letting your head hang back.

“Ow,” you groaned when something in your body made a very concerning noise.

“You need to get yourself a decent bed, Sugar,” Sy said. His voice was serious; he was really concerned. “Now.”

“What if –“ you started, but you got no chance to finish your sentence.

“If they find your stuff,” Sy said while clearly trying to keep his voice friendly, “you’ll have an extra bed for a guest room. You have plenty of space for plenty of beds. You only have one back.” He was right, and you knew it, but you couldn’t let yourself go down without a fight.

“Sy-“ Again; no chance to finish. He stood up from his chair and walked around the table to stand behind you. Hands landed on your shoulders, strong fingers pinched your muscles, making you wince.

“That don't sound too good, Sugar,” he said, “so you can get a new bed by the end of this week, or I’m buying you one.”

“What, you want me in bed so much you’d buy me one to make it happen?” The words were out before you realized it. Fuck! You were the one who fucked it up by saying he was a friend, right? Sy was over you by now, you were sure of it. Why were you flirting with him? Badly, too, but that was just the only way you knew how. His fingers tightened on your shoulders until it started to hurt a little. “Sugar, you have no goddamn idea,” he said hoarsely before walking to the door to collect your pizza.

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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Thank you for answering my ask about lust monsters so detailed! I hope it didn't come off as judgemental to others who enjoy lust monsters (I just wanted to say how I enjoyed your work which is new for me).

I really like monster-loving for exploring "forbidden" topics. People who are interested in things outside what is considered "acceptable" are often mobster-ised so it makes sense that we enjoy monster loving. (Especially since monster loving has often historically been about autonomy and/or the ostracised loving and being loved)

I find your universe really interesting, especially the idea that certain more powerful monsters (I forgot what you called them, I think it started with V?) Like Krulu and Hummuna Mama exist.

It's an interesting take on our pursuit for an "all powerful" boss at the top of the proverbial pyramid. Th fact that there are those considered gods that are of the same species but not necessarily the same "pantheon". They all have different interests and goals but it isn't portrayed as a "war of evil vs good" - it's less black and white in a way that humanists them while being consistent to the fact that they're disturbingly inhuman. It creates an interesting dynamic.

There being different types of powerful monsters & monster power structures as well (the icons of the rings of hell > demons of the rings > imps, the scientifically created monsters, the clergy structure) makes a mismatch of cultures in a way that makes the world more bustling and rich. It's kind of a paganistic/pan approach that I really love!!

Real life doesn't follow a simple a > b > c pipeline and is more messy so the wonder/wildness in your stories that allow escapism and exploration of weird ideas/topics isn't overshadowed by a sense of being lost in the senseless madness that's trying too hard to be mad. (Idk if that makes sense)

Stories often use "rules" and "laws" within the world (sort of a "okay, this ridiculous thing can happen because of this explanation behind it, but because of that this other can never happen because that would be ridiculous"). And I love how different writers approach it but sometimes it can be restricting and easy to forget there are always exceptions to the rules. It can be daunting.

Are there any aspects of your world that you feel exceptionally proud of? Or any that you put a different line of thought behind? I always like hearing about the thought process of authors who write monsters & fantasy

[Once more, most of it under the read more.]

I don't really dwell on the "why"s of monsterfucking. There's always some level of psychology behind it -And I know this sounds ridiculous, but you could make a pretty interesting sociological study about certain aspects of this philia- Everyone has their own reasons as to why they developed this, and I don't really take "pride" in it in the sense that I feel special for being a monsterfucker or that I revel in my own perceived "otherness".

This kink is for those who fit in and those who do not, which makes it a little weird when I see one or two rare instances of people making a weird sort of gaslight gatekeep girlboss situation out of it. Again, it's not too often I find this.

The monster species you're talking about are "siadar" (the longer designation being "astsar siadar"). It's hard for me to create all-powerful figures. For an all powerful character to succeed, they need to be used very carefully and scarcely, because the more of them you expose, the more you risk showing flaws in their design and supposed omnipotence. That's why I made it a point to not do that. Siadar are considered gods, but in reality they're just another species, with their own defined natures.

I leave a lot of loose and undefined ends in this narrative on purpose, and this is so that I can always pick and pluck at new sides and aspects of what I've already built, effectively never running out of potential content to explore. I can one day start chipping at siadar culture harder. I can go into the period of time where Hell was governed by the betrayer (which I intend to do something with, something that is already beginning but you can't tell yet). I can poke at all kinds of things.

I don't think the rules I've made thus far are restricting, but let's be honest, I'm leaving a lot of things vague on purpose specifically to allow myself a looser leash when creating pieces.

I wouldn't really say there's something I'm particularly proud of, so to say?

I liked incorporating the idea of Heaven and Hell not as "black and white" systems of "good and evil". Heaven is not a place where you go to when you die and have been good, nor is Hell a place you get dragged into post-death because you were a piece of shit in life. They're their own areas with a lot of history behind them, the general perception of which having been distorted somewhat with time, both by outsiders and insiders.

I like the way I've built religions in this universe, even if it would take me a long while to explain how each annex to "the surface" is perceived and why that's the case.

In fact, I like the origin behind monsters I concocted too, even if it's not exactly the most original.

Dorem's relationship with undead is also something I enjoyed thinking out, because most people assume a figure like him would revel in the chaos undead entities make, when Dorem is only a soulkeeper being constantly worn down by the shackles of his own work, constantly faced with what he perceives as his mistakes- Who, as the final nail in the coffin of his dignity, worship him as if he intentionally created them.

I like a lot of things about my narrative, but I'm not going to sit here and write paragraphs of what essentially amounts to petting my own ass.

The input was nice though! :v

#unrelated⭐️#sexc-snail

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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OK, back to camp, post-Karlach-acquisition. (Karlachquisition?)

We'll get to Wyll's terrible horrible no good very bad night shortly, but first we have to tell Karlach that we crave murder. This is part of the onboarding process now. Standard operating procedure. Here's your key fob, here's your email address, here's your boss whose brain is completely empty except for a little voice that says kill at all times.

Karlach, of course, is a complete sweetheart about it to a degree that Rakha does not deserve in the slightest.

"I have no memories of where I came from, of who I really am. Is this part of ceremorphosis?"

Rakha always phrases the question this way. It's as if she's desperately hoping that finally, finally one of them will say - yes, this is because of the worm, there is an explanation, there is a reason. But she is less and less hopeful, each time, that it will lead to anything.

Karlach shrugs. "Hm. I don't *think* so," she says slowly, her jaw jutting out in a pensive expression. "At least, *I* still remember everything - in more detail than I'd wish." She grins suddenly, with that indomitable good humor that she already displayed back at the river as soon as she was sure Wyll wasn't going to run her through. "But as for what's going on in your mind, and maybe in mine - I'm certain there are answers out there. We'll find them together."

Is it deliberate, Rakha wonders. Does Karlach know how strongly the search for answers drives her, the only thing that can overwhelm the need for blood? Or is it simply a lucky guess, that strange open-heartedness that has no place in their terrible struggle?

Either way, she feels comforted - which is the most unsettling thing she could possibly feel.

"I am drawn to violence," she says bluntly. "To blood. Obsessions that could become compulsions."

Karlach blinks, startled, but to Rakha's surprise - at least based on her past similar conversations - she grins again. "Well, look," she says, reaching out and putting a hand on Rakha's shoulder. "You've said it - right out loud. That takes guts. The guts you'll need to change."

Rakha looks at her in puzzlement. Change? This is who she is, or at least the only being she has any knowledge of. It is confusing and difficult to control, sometimes frightening. But it is her.

Karlach hesitates, seeming to register something of what is going on in Rakha's mind, because she shrugs and laughs softly. "Or at least make sure you're channeled in the right direction. We've got enough enemies who could do with a good blood-letting, you know."

Rakha remembers the images in Karlach's head, and in Wyll's - devils with their heads severed, demons with their bellies cut out, the tiefling's wild rampage in Zariel's service and then, eventually, in escape. Yes, Karlach knows all about the necessity of blood.

Another lesson, though - not so far from the one she received from Lae'zel. Channel it. Focus your strength, your 'guts'. Find your enemies. Spill them first.

And more subtle, buried deep under Karlach's words, so subtle that Rakha doesn't even articulate it yet to herself - creature of blood you may be, but you have the strength to change, and one day, perhaps, you will decide you want to.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #<3 <3 <3 <3 #we do not deserve karlach #yeesh i am so down bad for her that it makes me look stupid XD

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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this is for Dandy, yet again. i think i’m becoming obsessed with him..ANYWAYS.

Dandy with fem reader or gn reader. what im thinking is that the reader is a new hire in Dandy’s favorite shop. the shop could be anything you’d think would suit him best, in my opinion it’s a candy shop. Dandy gets a little irritated because the reader isn’t fast enough like the other because she/they are new. as time goes on, he starts to look forward to seeing her/them almost everyday.

side note: i feel that Dandy’s demeanor would change from annoyed and whiny to more shy and cautious. he would smile more as time goes on and would act more gentle towards the reader.

another side note: i believe that Dandy is capable of having a mature relationship. i see a lot of people making him way too whiny and childish when you can see he’s smart enough to know things and clever enough to execute a mass murder.

that’s it, i hope it’s detailed enough but not too much that u can’t add your own twist or dazzle to it!

i’ll take you to the candy shop//dandy mott

pairings; dandy mott, female reader

rating; pg!!

warnings; slight harsh language

a/n; don’t blame me for taking a quick look at the lyrics from ‘candy shop’ by 50 cent lol. also, i fucking LOVE this idea.

You’re first day on the job. Great. Now, you hadn’t really fully thought about working here when you saw this place. Right enough, it was one of very few places that someone like you, a young adult, could be reminded of their childhood and think about the wonderful memories they had when they were a kid.

Candy Land Central. That was the name of this glorious place you now found yourself working in. It was full of the town’s most delicious (and expensive) candy, sweet treats, everything to satisfy a person’s tastebuds. It wasn’t everyday people got the opportunity to take a job in a store like this. But you decided to roll with it, and gladly chose to begin you’re service here.

It didn’t seem too hard. You’re boss, Larry, seemed nice enough. He ran you through some small things on what not to do but it wasn’t a lot. Don’t give out free candy, don’t let any kids past the till, make sure customers are asked if they have any allergies, etc, etc.

You could handle it. Perhaps it would be a little hard finding different candy, seeing as everything was all just scattered around in random areas, but you’d manage. Surely the customers wouldn’t be that much of a handful… right?

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You were currently serving a little girl about seven or eight-ish. She had her dark brown hair tied up in pigtails accompanied with bright red ribbons. She was a tiny little thing who could barely reach the top of the counter. She smiled brightly at you as she requested two bags of fizzy cola bottles, handing you a dollar and peering at all the rainbow coloured candies behind you. Just as you gave her what she’d payed for, a young man walked in.

He looked about you’re age. He looked around the place in amazement, a rather large grin began to creep onto his face. You waved the little girl you’d just served goodbye as she skipped past the man, chewing on her gummies. The man gave a soft smile at her excitement before stepping up to the counter and staring right at you.

His attitude quickly changed when he laid his eyes upon you. He raised a brow, skeptically looking you up and down. He cleared his throat and looked away for a second.

“Uh, hi there. I’ll take three bags of blueberry bon bons, two bars of Mr Lockheart’s coated caramel chocolate, and a packet of bubbalicious please.” You nodded at his request and began searching around the place.

He was quick to notice the samples of fudge chocolate chunks you were handing out to kids. You turned around just in time to see him helping himself to a few.

“Oh, sorry sir.. those are for the kids only..” You politely told him. He watched as you put the box of the chocolate chunks further behind the counter.

You looked at him again and the two of you had a sort of awkward, staring moment. He just blinked, confused.

“What kind of bon bons did you want again?” You asked. He scoffed lightly and looked away from you.

“I won’t be repeating myself.” The young man huffed. Before you tried to remember what he’d asked for again, a few kids walked in.

“Bubbalicious!! I love bubbalicious!!” One of the little boys that came in screamed. You laughed wholeheartedly at how all the kids faces lit up when they entered the store. And the man you were serving scowled even further.

“Sorry guys, i’ve only got one packet left.” You frowned. You watched as the same little boy who came in ecstatic began to look quite upset.

“Cmon Jerry, we’ll just get em next time.” Another boy said, putting a hand on the smaller one’s shoulder.

“Hold on a little second there guys! Sir, would you mind if I give this last pack to that boy.. you can come back tomorrow and i’ll give you a freebie if you’d like?” You whispered to him. He looked back at the little boy and had a look of sympathy on his face. Though, not exactly any ordinary sympathy. Mock sympathy..

And as you prayed the young man would give the gum to you’re other little customer, he slammed his money on the counter and smirked wickedly.

“No.”

You looked at him in shock. He took his other items before leaving and smugly waved the pack of bubblegum in front of the now crying child.

“Prick…”

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You were in the middle of closing up when you’re boss sneakily popped up behind you.

“Y/n! Hey!” Larry said cheerfully. You calmed yourself after getting a fright from his sudden appearance in the room.

“Christ Larry, don’t do that!” You giggled. He grinned before plopping a gummy strawberry into his mouth.

“Ah, relax. You’ll get used to me playing the old tricks on ya!” Larry laughed.

“Hm. I suppose you do tend to do that often. Julie says you were quite the prankster around here..” You giggled again. Julie, who was you’re co-worker, had also had the chance to meet you. She was nice, yet you both had barely any shifts together on the same days.

“So, how was you’re first day?” Larry asked, biting into a delicious piece of creamy fudge. The best of the best, might I add.

“Yeah, it was alright. I’m still trying to work my way around. The kids were good though. Hey uh.. can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” Larry said, slightly wondering if you were maybe going to quit soon. It would be sad if you left. He thought you were a rather lovely young woman. And he certainly wouldn’t mind becoming good friends with you.

“This guy came in earlier. Looked about 6’0, brunette, hair in a perfect middle shed, really nice looking guy but he appeared to be quite rich if you’d ask me. Anyway, he was a bit of a dick to one of the kids. Seemed more like a kid himself to be honest.” You sighed. Larry tutted before offering you a bit of fudge.

“He’s sort of a regular here. I haven’t personally spoken to him but by what i’ve heard, he probably wouldn’t be up for a conversation with me anyhow.” Larry lit a cigarette and you thought about the situation deeper.

“He was fine when he came in. He almost seemed happy watching the kids enjoying their treats. But he switched up so fast.. almost as though he was like, I don’t know.. distracted.. You trailed off, glancing at you’re watch and signalling to Larry that it was time for you to leave.

“See ya later kiddo!”

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After a good night’s sleep, you were ready to go back to work. It was early doors but people still came in around at this time.

When the first customer arrived, you didn’t really know how to react when you saw who it was.

The same young man from yesterday returned to the store, looking much more cheerful from what he looked the last time he came in.

He walked over to you with a bright smile on his face, you returned it for the sake of you’re job.

“Hello there, again..” He spoke softly. You lifted a few of you’re fingers up that were resting on top of the counter, doing a slight half assed wave.

“I’m terribly sorry for yesterday. I behaved like an absolute.. um, jackass to that little boy..” He admitted. You looked at him with compassion. You hated yourself for things like this. You’d always been so damn nice, and for what?

Though truth is, this man never had any intention of apologising. If someone wanted a matter resolved with him, they should be the one to apologise first. That was just how it worked with this particular young man.

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Yesterday, 6:55pm:

“Darling, if you have any interest in this girl, you’ll have to show much more maturity. Perhaps she’s quite into a gentleman who has a heart for young children rather than disturbing them.” Mrs Mott explained to her only son, Dandy. He was stomping all over the place in the dining room and looked rather unsettled.

“Why should I say sorry!!! I was the one who asked for the damn bubblegum in the first place!” Dandy yelled back, taking out the packet he had in his pocket before flaunting it and chucking it to wherever the hell it went in the room.

��Language dear. Most women love nothing more than a kind, gentle, caring man. Someone who looks out for not just them, but others. Show her you’re soft side Dandy. Pull her in with affection. Not showing off..”

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“Here,” Dandy said, taking a few dollars from his wallet as he tucked them safely in you’re hand. “Give this to the boy from yesterday. Make sure he gets whatever he’d like with them.”

“Oh sir.. I really don’t think that’s necessary…” You told him, astonished.

“No, no! Please, I insist. Even get a little something for yourself…” Dandy grinned, placing even more money in you’re hands.

“My god.. why thank you so much!” You beamed. He lit up at you’re facial expression and looked as happy as you were.

“I’m Y/n by the way!” You giggled, shaking his hand.

“Very nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Dandy Mott.”

“Would you like the same as yesterday, Dandy?” You smiled. He looked at you, slowly tilting his head.

“You remembered?” He chuckled. You nodded excitedly and felt the heat burning in you’re cheeks.

“Go ahead then, same as yesterday.” Dandy winked. You quickly rushed all over the place to collect what he wanted.

“Here you are! And uh, please…take it free of charge.”

Dandy smiled sweetly at you before nodding and gathering his things.

“Well, I hope to be seeing you around, Y/n. Ta, ta for now!” He called out. You yelled back a quick goodbye before sighing happily.

You were certain you’d be seeing more of Dandy. And now, you sure as hell knew that you weren’t gonna mind.

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