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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 17: Jack Torrance
Day 17 is here! Not much to say today besides the usual thank yous and such so I'll keep this nice and short and hope you all enjoy!.
Notes: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smut.
A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):
He'll get up to run you a bath but fully expect him to go back to bed, He'll clean you up or at least help you if you ask but he also likes to just let you handle it by yourself and relax in the bath for a while.
B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):
He'd pick his brain as his favorite body part, but he doesn't wanna seem cocky or cliché so if he had to pick another one it would probably be his arms (The gif is exhibit A) he's strong and he knows it and it's something he's proud of.
On you he likes your eyes, you're his muse when it comes to his writing and getting inspiration and he always tells you how he finds no greater inspiration then when he looks into your eyes.
C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):
He doesn't want anymore kids, like at all so never inside though if you don't have the proper equipment or just have no risk to getting pregnant he'll think about it. He does particularly like your stomach or thighs but he'll really do it anywhere just not inside you.
D is for Dirty Secret:
He wants to show you off, let you flirt with other men, only for him to swoop in at the last second and lay claim to you. The fact that your his and only his turns his sex drive up to 100.
E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):
He was married once before you so he has a good amount of experience. I can't see him having crazy amounts though like maybe before his wife only having a couple other serious girlfriends.
F is for Favorite Position:
He likes anything really, from standing up missionary so he can fuck you against a random door in the hotel, to having you bent over the front desk of the hotel lobby where anyone could see.
G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):
Never. Not even a smile or laugh. He acts like having sex with you is the single most important thing in the entire world.
H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):
He keeps himself pretty well groomed. I mean at the Stanley hotel he really has all the time in the world to keep himself neat and tidy.
I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):
Very romantic, like I said before this man acts as if it's a life or death situation. He's gonna give you the best time of your life each and every time you fuck. Not that he would let you but he wants to ensure that you never leave him or the hotel.
J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):
He doesn't really jackoff ever. He doesn't really enjoy it that much to be honest. Plus him and you are stuck in the hotel together, why would he finish himself off when your ready and willing and have no where else to be.
K is for Kink (Their kinks):
Heavy on the daddy kink, no matter how big or small the age gap is between the two of you he's your daddy and he expects to be called as such. He'll call you his baby or anything else your little heart desires.
He's also really into predator and prey. Run around the hotel and hide, let him find you. If you wanna be a brat do that too it only works him up more. The more you work him up the harder the fucking when he finally finds you (or you let yourself be found)
L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):
Anywhere, literally anywhere. You have an ENTIRE hotel just to yourselves. Every couch, every bed, every available surface in the entire building is his favorite.
M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):
Like I mentioned earlier he really likes your eyes, so if you ever want to really get him going just shoot him a look. He'll instantly be all over you.
N is for No (Something they won't do):
There isn't much he won't do and he's a pretty sleazy guy normally but don't let that fool you. He'd NEVER hit you or hurt you like that even during sex. He just think it ruins the entire mood and doesn't like the thought of actually hurting you.
O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):
He really likes receiving, it makes him feel like a king, but he also really likes giving too. I mean it is his after all why wouldn't he wanna service it.
P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):
A nice in-between medium pace. He doesn't like going too fast but he also doesn't wanna go at a snails pace either. He's rough though, like I said earlier not to the point of hurting you rough, but there's nothing soft about Jack Torrance.
Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):
Sex is sex to Jack. He'll be down for quickies if you are. He's been a ghost for decades babe, this man is down to fuck.
R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):
I feel like Jack would be very open to experiment and try new things, not to sound like a broken record but this man has nothing but time. He'd bring up some things he'd like to try and if you do to then the more the merrier.
S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):
Do ghosts get tired? If they can it definitely doesn't seem like it. Jack can go for however long he feels like really. He'll only stop if you get too tired but don't be fooled, he has unlimited stamina.
T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):
With toys Jack is a bit old fashioned. He doesn't really see the appeal of all the rubber and latex but if your into toys he is too. If that's what gets you off he's all for it and ready to go.
U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):
Jack is the biggest tease ever. If you aren't ready to weather through it then maybe he isn't for you. He teases the fuck out of his partner and also has the tendency to get kinda mean. Like mentioned earlier he would never physically hurt you but that doesn't mean your safe from him entirely.
V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):
Jack gets loud but not with moans or whines. He likes to talk to you during sex. Talk you through things and tell you his commands for what you need to do to get him off. Since no one else is around in the hotel he tends to do everything but yell these commands.
W is for Wild Card (Random things):
His favorite place that you've ever had sex that's also only happened once was outside of the hotel watching the sunset. It was a warmer night nearly to spring when you sprung the idea and he absolutely adored it.
X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):
A good 5 to 6 inches. He's not the biggest ever but he knows what to do with what he's got to get the job done.
Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
Through the roof, I mean like was mentioned earlier. The two of you are literally stuck in a hotel alone together. He is essentially horny 24/7 and is always ready to take you.
Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):
Like I said he'll clean you up from time to time and maybe run you a bath if you ask but while your in the bath he'll probably pass out. So don't be shocked if you come back to bed and he's already asleep.
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If Light discovered the Cullens are immortal, would not he want to become a vampire as well? I know that it seems far fetched, but I imagine Light would try to seize the opportunity, or at least think about it. Yet he probably would not end up acting on it, based that he has no control over vampires (as far as we know) with the death note, and being a vampire has its downsides for his plans. But would not he be tempted at least?
Anon's referring to this post.
You know I was trying not to write the fic, right?
If he did discover that, then he'd be extremely interested. The trouble is if Light thinks it's worth the risk of his possibly eating innocent people in the future.
The thing about Light is he's very principled about being a psychotic murderous bastard: he kills those he sees as justified in killing. Note, this does not always mean they meet the Kira requirement. He killed FBI agents who were just doing their job (... in a foreign country weirdly because L does that I guess), he killed Naomi Misora whose crime was being upset her husband was murdered, he put his father in a position where he ended up dying (though, admittedly, Light wanted to put Matsuda up to it), and eventually he tried to kill off all his coworkers and Near's team who had all earnestly been trying to catch Kira and were in no way dirty cops.
But he prides himself on not killing random people on the street or those he'd deem innocent and uninvolved. It's what makes him different, you see.
Vampirism would potentially take that away from him. Yes, he can join the Cullens and pursue the Cullen diet, but most of the Cullens have slipped at least once. Of the seven of them, only two have never killed anyone (Edward's a gray area where he never killed anyone *accidentally*). The likelihood that Light would end up killing at least one person himself is very high.
The other issue is with memories. Now, I think Edward has a warped perspective, but his claim (and what he would tell Light) is that the human memories dim. You don't remember much, if anything at all, and Light as a vampire might no longer remember or care why he became Kira in the first place.
He would become a fundamentally different person and perhaps not someone who would not be keen on being Kira or a person who in any way cares about human life whatsoever. (The Cullens, after all, seem to be on the 'good' end and they're assholes.)
Like the eye deal, where his lifespan would be halved and he'd lose much time he had to do his work for a much easier time doing it, he might not conclude that that's a risk he's willing to take.
On the other hand, vampires are immortal and indestructible by humans. Light would truly become something akin to a god and even if caught, could not be shot to death or executed. He could ensure that Kira's reign would last forever, far longer than a human lifespan.
And that might be enough to win Light over.
He'd make a plan to go live out in the wilderness with a satellite connection to get the news he needs to kill criminals, wait until his thirst is under control, and dedicate himself wholly to being Kira.
That said, I think remaining human would win out. There's too much risk in turning in that there are many unknowns of how the future Light would perform or if he'd quake in the face of his task. The idea that he would change fundamentally is something I don't think would appeal to Light, even if the immortality is a nice perk.
Instead, Light knows that whatever he does, he has to do it with the time he has left.
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Flufftober 1 - Dream
Dream x Reader Hob
It’s not good, but I really don’t have the time to write lately, I’ll try do to better for the next stories this month. I also want to write more about this pairing later.
Y/N Y/L/N was born in the 1300s, and she expected nothing from life.
Yet she loved life, she would have liked to see everything, hear everything, do everything, and for that she would have liked never to die.
One night she was discussing it with some friends, saying it was ridiculous to have to die, when there was so much beauty in the world, so much possibility.
"It's decided." she declared proudly, holding the glass of wine she had stolen from a neighbour's cellar. “I will not die !”
“You are funny, Y/N. Even if you couldn't die, you are a woman. It would be hell for you.”
“Nonsense ! It was much harder before, and I'm sure it can only get better. One day, women will be equal to men, and I could do whatever I want ! You just have to wait a bit, and I'll be there to see it !”
"If you say so."
"Excuse me." then said a man who had approached. "I thought I heard you had no intention of dying."
Y/N and her friends were silent, to stare at him. She might have been scared, wondering if he was going to mock her or take her for a witch, but the stranger seemed different from the others.
Almost inhuman. Dreamy.
Very proudly, she replied that it was true, that she was going to live forever, which made him smile.
"So let's meet in the village pub, a hundred years from now, Y/N Y/L/N."
"Very well ! I will be there !" she proclaimed, not realizing he knew her name.
It was strange for her to discover that she did not age, and that she could not die. She hadn't thought it would work. For a hundred years, she hid to avoid trouble, before going to the pub, where the stranger awaited her.
“... You are not human.”
"And you're still alive." he noted, as if he was surprised.
"Of course, why not ?"
"I thought you would have wish to be dead by now."
"No way, I don't want to die at all ! I was a bit lost and scared, but that doesn't mean that I'm not happy. I just have to adapt, find out how to do it. Are you going to help me ?”
"No. This is your life. I only want to talk with you, once every hundred years, to find out what has changed.”
He didn't give her his name. Obviously, he wasn't there to talk about himself, but only to see how Y/N was going to live her endless life.
That changed a bit during their second meeting. She had a lot to say to him, and he listened with great interest. It was during this period that she was burned for witchcraft. People seemed to believe that the fire was the cause of death, but it was actually the smoke, which suffocated her very quickly. That remained painful. Coming back to life was painful too. After several 'deaths', she learned to be more careful.
Y/N had travelled, visiting several cities and countries. She had met many people, first not daring to approach them since they were going to die, before deciding that it was not so bad.
“Not so bad ?” asked the stranger, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, even if I wasn't immortal, they're going to die, so they might go before me anyway, and I'll be sad. So even though I know I'll lose them at some point, I can enjoy their presence while they are there. It would be stupid not to talk to them just because it's not going to last."
The stranger looked impressed. He still didn't give her his name, but they stayed in the pub very late, before parting for another hundred years.
Things were a little easier. As she predicted, although it wasn't perfect, women were gradually gaining more rights. She had several jobs, relatives, a few lovers.
But in a corner of her mind, Y/N often thought of her stranger, looking forward to their next date. It was probably stupid to feel that way for an inhuman being whose name she still didn't know after all this time, but if they never got close, she wanted to at least believe they were friends.
She told him on their fifth meeting, a little shyly, not knowing how he was going to react.
Secretly hoping that he would tell her that he loved her more than just a friend.
Instead, her stranger turned very cold, his face taking on an angry expression.
"You dare. You dare to imply that I need you, that I have attached myself to your company in this way."
"Yes." she said, surprised. "Yes, I dare."
"So I have to go, to prove you wrong !"
Following him down the street, Y/N tried not to cry, shouting to him that she would be there in a hundred years, waiting for him, and that if he came, it would prove that they were friends, that he liked her, that he cared.
It was a real slap in the face when she waited for him all day, and he didn't come.
Maybe he was a lot angrier than she thought. Maybe she wasn't that important to him. Y/N stayed anyway until closing time, when she learned that the bar was soon to close for good, bought out by property developers to make housing.
“But... This is where we always meet !” she cried.
"You and your friend who didn't come ?" asked the bartender.
“It's... I don't know if we're friends. We had a fight the last time we saw each other. It was my fault. I have no way to contact him, we always meet here. If he comes back next time…”
“You can wait for him in front of the building, or somewhere else. And if you're not friends, then he's an idiot. No one would wait all day and freak out thinking they would never see the person again, if they weren't friends, and a good one. Maybe even more."
He gave her a wink with a sad little smile, before offering her a last drink and cleaning the bar.
Y/N didn't know if she would want to wait stupidly in front of a building, so she simply found another bar, leaving a clue to the location of the first, in case the stranger passed by, looking for her. We never knew. Even though it might sound silly, Y/N wanted to keep hope alive.
He would come back, at least to see if she was still alive, even if he didn't stay long.
Reading a book while sipping a beer, she still didn't look up when someone entered the pub. She had been doing this for hours and her neck was starting to hurt.
The person approached the table before stopping in front of it. Y/N could feel being stared at, but she took the time to finish her page before looking at him, ready to ask what they wanted.
No sound came out of her mouth when she saw her stranger.
She had wanted this moment so badly for two hundred years, imagining what she would say, what she would do, but she was so surprised, so happy, that she sat there not knowing how to react.
It seemed unreal. He was still as beautiful and mysterious as before. Maybe a little paler.
"You... You're late." she managed to articulate after a while.
"I am sorry. I know it's rude to keep friends waiting."
"Oh. You don't have to... I know I offended you last time saying that."
“My reaction was deplorable.” he replied, sitting down. "I'm not used to humans getting attached to me. Or that they want to be my friends.”
“Have you ever had any human friends ?”
"No. I'm not even sure I ever had a friend. On the other hand, I had a few human lovers.”
“Oh.”
“I had hoped...”
"Yes ?"
"No, nothing."
"Hmm."
They remained silent for a while, visibly embarrassed. Y/N couldn't figure out what he wanted, but he was there, he didn't hate her, and he accepted that they were at least friends.
A raven then tapped frantically on the window with its beak, staring at the stranger.
"... Matthew thinks you want to be more than friends with me."
“Matthew ? It's his name ? He is smart... I mean... It's okay if you don't want to, forget it. I'm just glad to see you once every hundred years. You know, even if it's not the only reason, our meetings make me want to continue. Not just because you're the only person I have around me that's not going to die, it's... I always look forward to seeing you. It was tough when you didn't come last time, but I get it."
"You came." he noted with a small voice. “And you found a new place to wait for me. Nobody had ever done that. I would have liked to come but I had an impediment. I am sorry."
"Not your fault."
Now I'm gonna do something I should have done a long time ago, according to my raven, my librarian, my sister and everyone I've talked to about it."
"What ?"
"I'll kiss you.”
She didn't have time to understand what he had just said, her stranger was already next to her, his hand on her cheek and his lips against hers.
Alright.
More than friends, as the long-dead bartender had said. A relationship of seven hundred years after all.
All she had to do was get a name now.
#the sandman#sandman#sandman netflix#dream#dream of the endless#dream of the endless fanfiction#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless x oc#morpheus#morpheus x reader#flufftober 2022
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alike to you, i have my own death note oc :D if it's okay, would you tell us more about yours? i'm genuinely curious how they fit into the story and their role in it altogether.
Miss Rie // 1429
keyo I'm going to squeeze you like a stress ball or something you're awesome and you better tell us all about your oc?!?!? :DD
and it is SO okay rr I'm gonna ramble.
cw torture mention, mental health issues, manipulation and other such traits.
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Relationships, Lore So Far, Personality, Strengths, Weaknesses, Trivia
Relationships
She's aligned with Team L!! of course dnsjhd
Rie and L have a funny relationship because they've worked together for a while and seem close but aren't together (as far as the TF know at least. I'm not sure yet to what degree her relationship with L has progressed at the time the anime is set). but everyone who meets them goes: "a girl in love and a man who's apathetic"
She actually likes Light a lot, because he's a nice guy, when he's not Kira. would be friends with him in another life.
When it comes to 「Kira」 whoever they may be, she dislikes but understands them. She knows that there are problems in the world and a lot of them stem from "evil people", but she doesn't really believe in purely evil people, and also realises that Kira's methods are counterproductive.
Rie does NOT get along with Misa. she can tolerate her but only in small doses. She's always kind to her, though this is mostly so she can try to get information out of her.
As for the rest of the Task Force: Likes them all. She never met Ukita though cause she introduces herself a while after L does in my current plan. Thinks Matsuda is a little naïve and Chief Yagami is blinded by his love for his son.
At the moment I'm thinking Rie isn't an orphan but lived somewhere near Wammy's House when she was little. She loooves annoying Near, Matt and Mello.
Lore So Far
there's a lot of unrefined stuff, what I have here is likely to change
I mentioned beforehand she works with L for a few years before the Kira case. she actually spent a lot of her life tracking him down, basically just to play with him/annoy him because... she's just an ass like that. So eventually she was able to contact him and they played a Game of cat and mouse, detective vs detective (I have a minific written for this that I might share. also Rie's not quite a detective... kinda a vigilante? not sure how to explain)
my current plan is she ends up getting stuck in a situation like Light was, where L suspects her for a case (she hacked into his database and deleted all his files) and has to work with her and keep an eye on her. I'm considering that she purposely got caught bc she was in trouble with more dangerous people, but maybe L catches her because, well, he's the world's greatest detective and the dangerous people just encounter Rie later
she's eventually cleared of suspicion because she wasn't involved in the cases she wiped, she just deleted them to be annoying and win the Game. Rie sticks around to annoy L for a while but then in come the dangerous people!!
the reason for this isn't fully fleshed out yet, but she gets herself kidnapped and once they realise she worked with L they try to get information on him out of her (through torture pretty much). this bit is the bit I'm probably least happy with, I want to work on it more. but in the end her stomach gets cut open, she escapes and collapses/gets rescued, and L realises he can trust her.
Rie goes to various countries and does her own thing for a few years, occasionally assisting L on cases, before she comes to Japan for the Kira case
there's so much Kira related stuff that I think I'll make another post sometime haha.
but that is the simplified and unrefined version of her backstory!
Personality
a proud feminist!! because come on death note needs one. (I know I said earlier she likes Light and dislikes Misa but the way he treats her ticks Rie off)
honestly can be very annoying on purpose, like a sibling
that said she's a good person overall, has done suspicious contract work and whatever, but she loves people and she really cares for everyone in her life
energetic 50% of the time, asleep the other 50%.
Pretty analytical but definitely has and expresses emotions. Probably INTP but I'm not great with MBTI tying.
a sore loser. But instead of trying to win, she will just give up if she knows there's a chance of losing. that way she can tell herself that it was her decision and thus, she won.
Loves her friends + family and has a somewhat motherly vibe
Strengths
she's the smartest woman in the world!! because honestly it is a crime that all the smart people in death note are men and hey, it's kind of cool to make an oc who's the anything-est in the world. (I wouldn't say she's REALLY the smartest, she just has a fairly wide skill set and is intelligent. maybe the highest-achieving)
Well she hacked L's main databases so I think you can tell she's good with technology
Her major in uni was psychology! Criminal and maybe abnormal psych, that is. also has dabbled in sociology and neurology. Rie knows a lot of languages.
a good baker (this may be the real reason L didn't have her killed).
A cheerful presence, good at raising morale and making L seem more approachable and likeable to the Task Force. usually optimistic.
Weaknesses
I know I just said she's optimistic, but this is because she makes a conscious effort to be. Rie's got a lot of anxiety and worries, and struggles with several mental health issues.
Her pride is as bad as L's ego. Actually, she'd claim it's worse.
When she gets angry she gets ANGRY. will straight up punch someone in the face and yell for hours.
bad at processing her emotions in general actually
Rie has attachment and abandonment issues I think. also because of the whole torture thing she's got some pretty bad PTSD.
She can be really rude/blunt. claims this is unintentional.
physically pretty weak, too.
SOOO MANIPULATIVE! like she's a detective and she kind of has to be so to make the most of her psychology knowledge and get info out of suspects, but this will often seep into her personal life. "let's perform experiments on our friends and coworkers to increase efficiency!"
Trivia!
Everyone on the Task Force thinks she binge drinks coffee. It's actually hot chocolate
Rie has a cat! her name is Synonym, nicknamed "Sin"
her favourite flowers are hydrangeas, bluebells, and roses (she's got a literal guns and roses aesthetic going on). Her favourite trees are wisterias and her favourite animals are either otters or elephants.
She's autistic (totally not because I'm autistic and can't write a neurotypical character)
Rie is actually just an alias. I'm debating on, if she lived near Wammy's, she might have met L and this would be a nickname derived from her middle name. but then I have to explain the "woah memory loss!!" in the whole database/suspicion incident. so, it's probably just a name that she likes. or maybe she shortened her own middle name.
The full alias is Rie Takamura. She also goes by Hina Suzuki (Japanese equivalent of Jane Doe) and 1429 (fourteen twenty-nine).
SHE LOVES CASINOS. her theme song would probably be "Joker and the Thief" (or maybe not, but it's in my playlist for her). Rie's very careful not to let herself get addicted to gambling but gosh she loves going to a casino, pretending to be a dumb girl, and counting cards until she can sweep the table off its legs.
lowkey a mad scientist (mostly social-scientist but still.)
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I'M SO SORRY I just realised pretty much none of that has to do with DN canon which is kind of what you asked about akdfhsfhrghiwg I'll without a doubt do a part two sooner or later though
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character ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet. Though Rie has been inserted into Ohba Tsugumi's Death Note universe, her design, character, and non canon related storyline are all my own original work. Do not steal her design, claim her as your own, use her for “inspiration” — it's flattering but it often ends up a copy, feed any part of her (story/art) to AI, or do anything else unethical or immoral.
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Well. I want to bring up about death note manga a bit. Do you think second half was good as the first one?
I think everything up to the Yotsuba arc in the manga is the best part of the manga and pretty difficult to improve upon storywise. I find the Yotsuba arc pretty fascinating too from a character study perspective, but I think it drags a bit sometimes and focuses too much on the ins and outs of the Yotsuba Group itself. And it maybe relies on withholding information from the audience a bit too often in order to maintain the suspense too, which can start to feel a tad cheap and gimmicky or tiresome sometimes if overdone.
The successor arc of the manga isn't as much my favourite as the L arc, but I think it does get overlooked more often than it should because fans are too upset about L's death to continue. Almost always when I'm talking to more casual fans about it they are mostly only familiar with Death Note because of the anime, and almost always they say they either stopped watching it after L died or didn't like it as much after he was gone. And I honestly don't really blame them for thinking the story goes downhill after L's death when they haven't also read it, too (even though I know some people still love and prefer the successor arc just because of the anime as well). I don't always find the successor arc as entertaining as the L arc not just because L is my fave, but also because it's way more spread-out between various distant groups with everything done mostly over the phone. It increases the showstopper theatrics with explosions and missiles and raining money down on crowds of people, but I think the real magic of the series comes mostly from the intimate and more mundane little moments between the characters rather than anything more showy and action-packed like that. And Light becomes a lot more serious and closed-off and less weirdly funny as a character to follow at times in the successor arc than I think he was before the time skip, so if you aren't feeling emotionally invested in the other characters and their fates as well then it can seem like way more of a tedious slog sometimes.
But that being said, I felt that the manga did a much better job introducing the new characters and making me care about them a bit than the anime did, and I think the successor arc introduces a lot of interesting worldbuilding and new settings and aesthetic stuff to the story that I would be sad to have missed out on too — like the way Team Kira evolves to include Kiyomi and Mikami, and Wammy's and the LA mafia and the SPK. I don't think the story would have felt as epic and satisfying and interesting and complete to me if we hadn't seen Light carry on for years after L's death, both continuing to build his dream world while also acting as L and playing several different competing roles at once. And I honestly don't think L winning instead of Near would make for a perfectly satisfying ending for me either, because in my opinion L's death was a good and effective dramatic choice. I think Near has the more sympathetic circumstances and motives, and that L was never really meant to be seen as "the good guy" or the embodiment of true justice that we should all be rooting for to win.
Overall I always recommend people read the whole thing all the way through at least once, but at the same time I also feel like I personally probably don't really want to wade through that much heavy dialogue myself again, either. And it definitely can be depressing and disturbing at times too, so I can understand why some people just don't feel up to it because of that as well.
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"seduce me with your criminal record" excuse me?? what exactly am I supposed to be attracted to, your ugly orange jumpsuit or the fact that that you weren't smart enough to get away with your crimes?
#things that L death note has probably said at least once#the song that goes like 'I'm a man with very specific taste'#.....yeah#if it turns out I do have aspd then when my friends ask me about it I'll just send them this post
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“uh oh.”
when they accidentally embarrass themselves in front of their crush... [y/n].
featuring —
✧ bennett, chongyun, diluc, zhongli (separate) x gn!reader
warnings ―
✧ not proofread, blood (not graphic, but mentions), mentions of death
notes ―
✧ woke up at 5am, had this idea, wrote it all at 5am... went back to sleep 😻
𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 -: ✧ :-゜・．
he was living life, actually talking to you until...
until he accidentally. slipped. and fell flat on his face. and what makes it even worse? the moment he got up, he slipped again. right on his bottom
to anybody else—maybe that wasn’t too bad! yeah! it’s okay, chin up king!
no. absolutely not. because he was about to confess to you. he had the flowers (a single windwheel aster) ready!
“ah, bennett, are you okay?” you smiled, holding your hand out to him as he short-circuited, his life replaying through his very eyes as he prepared to dig his grave and hop right in
“your nose is a little red, here,” pulling out a handkerchief, you let bennett wipe his slightly bloody nose as you handed him a cute band-aid for future needs
“a-ah, thank you! [y/n]!” bennett cradled the band-aid you gave him, his heart still pounding in his chest—but now, it was at least two times faster
hmm, even if he did brutally embarrass himself in front of you and messed up his confession... at least you gave him a band-aid!
don’t be surprised when he goes home to tell his expecting-dads...
“hey bennett, did you do it? did ya confess?”
“no! but i got a band-aid!”
“. . . oh you bet they like you, benny!” one of his dads laughed, slapping bennett’s back as the adolescent boy lurched forward upon impact
feeling his now dry nose, bennett’s mouth hung agape at the thought
you liking him? wow... did anybody want to like him?
well, he could only hope!
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐍 -: ✧ :-゜・．
you bet it—he accidentally (was fed) jueyun chilis!
xingqiu was having the time of his life. but chongyun? king was partying on top of tables, announcing his profound love for you, sobbing because he thought you didn’t like him... you name it
glaring at xingqiu, you mouthed ‘i’ll kill you’ while chongyun was joining xinyan’s performance as the orange-eyed fellow winced under your stare, whistling innocently while you chased to catch up to chongyun
“oi! chongyun! you can’t interrupt xinyan’s—“
“[y/nnn]! i missed you!” the boy immediately turned around, rushing towards you with his hands outstretched for a hug
“you just saw me like five minutes ago...”
“i love you, hehe.”
was he even listening? your eyes widened at the use of the ‘l’ word. seriously? how could he throw it around so easily? even when you two weren’t even dating!
“i... um... yes,” you nodded, patting his back stiffly as he hugged you. you had never been this close to chongyun before, for he often held everyone at arm’s length to not trigger his condition
and yet, as he embraced you. you noticed the sky blue light of his hair, the scent of mint and the many popsicles he ate fanning off of the white garments of his clothing
xingqiu—who watched from afar—merely smirked, patting himself on the back as he opened up a book as to not look obvious with his staring
“another one for the great xingqiu!” he quietly snickered.
and once he cooled down, chongyun’s HORROR when he heard the rumors from walking down liyue’s streets. older women giggling at him for how cute he was while he slowly went insane
what did they mean he hugged you? and confessed his love? what!? you didn’t mention any of those things! neither did the usually-teasing xingqiu
and oh boy... the pure embarrassment he feels when the mr. zhongli confirms those rumors... he has to go scarf down four popsicles or else he’d trigger his condition again
“i’m so sorry [y/n] i’m so sorry [y/n] i’m so sorry [y/n]—“
ah. you hummed, nodding at his apologies as you made an observation
he was cute with his condition triggered and without
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 -: ✧ :-゜・．
how did the diluc of mondstadt get embarrassed? well, you see, it was kaeya! why of course it was kaeya... kaeya was the source of all of diluc’s problems /hj
he was just bartending for angel’s share, you know, the usual. and then, you came in!
you bet his crimson eyes did a double-take. you drink?! even he didn’t know that
and once he saw the oh-so-familiar irritable blue hair of his (regrettably) brother, his eyes narrowed at the sight. was this a date?
his suspicions were confirmed to be true by kaeya, who simply grinned as you were oblivious to the silent fight the brothers were having, their eyes darting around as to symbolize the words they could not share with your presence here
“ah, [y/n]. what can i get you?”
“uh, apple cider is fine,” you smiled, sending the red-head’s heart racing at least at 200000 beats per minute
“hm, quite good taste, dear!” kaeya smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as diluc deadpanned, his irritation growing as he clutched his hands a bit too tight around the glass cup, shattering it with the mere squeeze of his fingers
oh crap. diluc thought.
oh crap. kaeya thought.
the WAY diluc wanted to bash his skull in. he would’ve handed kaeya his claymore, his eyes devoid of any emotion as all he could muster out was “do it, kaeya. kill me.”
kaeya’s widened eyes quickly turned crinkle as he laughed, getting kicked out of the tavern as you watched the entire exchange silently, your face contorting into confusion, then worry, then back to confusion
“i—uh, sorry, i’ll remake your drink...” diluc cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his face as he ignored the shattered shards on the floor, fixing you up another apple cider as he practically heard kaeya’s taunting voice in his ears
“yEaH. i’Ll rEmAkE yOuR dRiNk.”
now diluc really wants to bash his skull in.
𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 -: ✧ :-゜・．
he didn’t get embarrassed during the time. only until he went home, replayed it in his mind, screamed into a pillow, and prepared to go into a solitary hideout did he realize how much he messed up
it was just a normal day for the ex-archon—walking through liyue with you by his side as he utilized his knowledge in informing you about the ways of the harbor, and ultimately, life!
and while you walked towards a restaurant, zhongli being the gentleman he is, held the door for you
of course, if it weren’t for trying to push on a pull-door.
he made it blatantly obvious too, trying his best to push through the laws of engineering as you stared, a small smile dusting your face like the golden light that’d shine through liyue harbor
he merely said ‘oh’ once he pulled it, opening it for you without a care in the world as his gentlemanly duties were always first
but oh boy did his amber eyes morph in embarrassment while he sat alone in his home, his face buried into his pillow as he could not bear this—this travesty of his past self
did you notice? probably. is that why you smiled at him? oh crap! he’s such a fool, a big fool. stop. get rid of it. get rid of the memories
at least the others (bennett, chongyun, diluc) can forget about it once they die. but oh boy—zhongli? he’s gonna remember that for another century
but hey... at least he was considerate? ah hah?
“no,” his voice was muffled against the fluffy texture of his pillows, his eyes scrunched in embarrassment as he forced himself to fall asleep
ah... how you had him in such a trance you could bring even him to embarrassment
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Hello. First of all thank you for the amazing Vyn content! Have a small request, maybe it'll inspire you to write another funny shenanigan. I'd like to see how would guys react if Rosa appeared in NXX hq in a sexy attire, specifically in a suit (there is only bra underneath the suit jacket), with make up etc. She droped by hq to leave some documents for example. She can meet all of the boys together or approach them personally as each of them is busy with their own stuff. Thanks!
NXX gets some service (NSFW)
Omg this is by far one of the most amusing asks I have ever gotten. Like, I just got up from a nap when I checked my phone and my jaw pretty much dropped when I saw this. Thank you for giving me a wake up nosebleed, anon!
I decided to really have fun here so expect everyone to be written a bit OOC or have their characterizations exaggerated.
(Goddamnit Artem. For a fictional character and even in this set up it's taken a lot of work to have you included in this. Fuck.)
I put in a bonus at the end all in good fun (also, as a shameless attempt at wish-fulfillment)! It's pretty long in itself but I wanted to append it by the end of this piece instead of making it its own post so people read it in intended sequence and aren't too....weirded out. It also ended on a questionable note, I blame it on booze
Warning: NSFW. Please do not interact if minor, etc.
You've always wanted to do something like this. Ever since you have been working with the eligible, unattached, handsome bachelors of the NXX Investigation Team, it has been one of your wildest dreams to get to know each of them on a more intimate basis.
You have never been given a good reason to, of course, until you have encountered one fateful moment wherein a brush with certain death has reminded you that yes, death may come at any time, that yes, increased chances of kicking the bucket comes with your profession, and yes, death will come probably when you least expect it.
Funnily enough, it is this realization that set your resolve to do that one thing you have always wanted to do.
A bucket list of a single item that you absolutely must do before you die.
Fuck each NXX member senseless. Go, you.
Luke
The first one on your list is your one and only best friend, Luke Pearce.
While you know that he always carried a torch for you, possibly since childhood, your friend Luke has always been so pure and so next-door neighbor friendly (never mind that at some point in your life, next-door meant next-door to your own room) that he does not seem to be hook-up material; certainly not someone who you would find hanging out in a bar that is not rife with hired killers, contraband, and information.
(Why Luke can be found in bars rife with killers for hire, contraband, and information is another matter entirely)
But one thing you could bank on though, is how easy it is to fluster him into doing things--especially if it is you doing the flustering.
The plan is easy enough: Wear something seductive, come on strongly, then profit off the rewards. Or something like that. You just know that once you get his cute, handsome face blushing you've already won half the battle.
- Where are you Luke?
- I'm fixing my bike here in the auto bay. I'm about to finish up though, where do you wanna meet Watson?
- Wait there. I'll come over.
The NXX Headquarters automobile bay located in the basement level is spacious, designed to fit around twenty vehicles, but always almost deserted by virtue of the NXX only having five active members at the moment.
And that among those five active members only one is knowledgeable enough about vehicle maintenance to have a legitimate reason to stay there for more than an hour - Luke.
Needless to say, if you were to do the dirty in the automobile bay, and the recipient of said dirty deed is somehow named Luke Pearce, then the location should be ideal.
So you strut along in your stiletto heels, and larger-than-usual suit jacket that covers you up to the middle of your thighs, almost up to the same length as your skirt--if you wore a skirt, that is.
Your heels emphasize your foot falls in the stairwell leading to the basement level, lending a certain feel of authority to the way you walk.
You bank on this temporary sense of dominance; you certainly need a bit of courage to pull off what you want to pull off today.
As you exit the stairwell and cross the threshold to the automobile bay, you see Luke nearby next to his motorbike, gathering his tools.
"Luke," you call out. You do not need to shout; the acoustics of the place carries your voice quite well.
"Heya, Watson," Luke says, preoccupied with loading the tools into his bike's top box to give you a look. "Why'd you--whoa."
Finally he manages to give you a glance.
"Rosa. Um. You look rather..."
"Rather?"
"Uh. Nice? Um. Really nice...make-up."
You sigh. Of course he'd react like this. He never saw you in anything other than your standard work clothes except in those rare cases where you meet in formal functions, like a ball, and even that happened only once, when he infiltrated the formal event as a waiter.
"What's the occasion?" He asks, fumbling around for words. "Um...I could have picked you up where you're more comfortable, you know. You didn't have to go all the way here..." his voice trails off.
You have the feeling that you'd lose steam and go cold feet the longer you let him flounder about, so you steel yourself and cross the distance between you two.
And, throwing caution to the wind, so to speak, you reach for the collar of his outer jacket and pull him in for a kiss.
For a sweet few seconds you could feel him giving in. For those few seconds you could feel him tentatively return your kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of your own.
Until he regains composure, when his NSB agent mode finally kicks in.
He extricates himself from your embrace, taking firm hold of your shoulders and pushes you away from him at arm's length. "Rosa," he says, tone grave. "Who put you up to this?"
You blink, totally caught unaware about your friend's complete change in demeanor: first he is your friendly, soft, easily-flustered best friend that you have grown up with, the next moment he does a 180 and you see him channeling that same coldness you would only briefly see from someone slightly unhinged like Vyn.
"N-no one," you say, but you are so unnerved you find yourself stammering.
"This is so unlike you, Rosa," his grasp on your shoulders tighten, and you can almost feel him resisting the urge to shake you into common sense. "Tell me, who put you up to this, why, and where can I find--"
"I said no one, it's just me, Luke," you repeat what you say, now grasping at what remaining courage you could still grab on to. "I wanted to surprise you, is all."
"Surprise? What kind of surprise?" Luke's brows furrow--nothing about this situation makes sense to him. Everything about this is totally coming out left field for him. Of course he will think something is suspicious.
What you decide to do next surprises even you.
"This kind of surprise," you say, and you shrug off your suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your actual outfit for the day: lingerie, a lacy confection of bra and panties so sheer one could almost see through them. Which Luke is doing at the moment.
"Shit."
He then quickly gathers you into his arms and, running, carries you to a far corner of the automobile bay where Artem's SUV is parked. "Are you insane?!" he hissed. "There's security cameras here!"
"You act as if anyone else apart from the group can access the security cam footage," you say.
"What, you don't care if Vyn sees you pull off this stunt?"
You already thought about this of course. As long as you keep your antics within the NXX Headquarters premises, you are essentially ensuring that the owner of the estate, Vyn Richter, will be the only one privy to your misadventures.
And that is fine--you want him to know that you are coming for him, eventually.
"Of course not," you say. "It's just Dr. Richter."
"Alright." Luke says, clearly torn between taking your words at face value or cuffing you to take you somewhere for further interrogation--frankly, both options are welcome--and he takes a deep breath to compose himself.
Wordlessly he combs his fingers through your hair, touches your nape, briefly checks the jewelry you are wearing, and essentially pats down your underwear and even your bare skin. He also takes off your stilettos and peers at them closely.
"What are you doing?"
Luke remains silent until he is satisfied with what he sees. "Just a standard check if you're bugged," he says. "It's a bit easier with you since you're wearing next to nothing."
"Okay, since you saw nothing. are you satisfied now?"
Luke shakes his head. "You're not in the clear yet," he says.
"First, do you know what you are doing? Tell me."
"I'm trying to seduce you, Luke."
You can see him gulp nervously, but only for a split second. He quickly regains composure.
"...Fine. Second, why?"
"Because I want to have sex with you?"
Luke groaned. You're almost winning.
"Okay, but why now?"
"Because if you guys weren't able to save me the last time, I'd be dead, and if I am dead I couldn't fulfill my selfish wish of having sex with the handsome, unattached men I work with every goddamn day?"
Luke only stares at you wordlessly, his expression incredulous, his mouth opening then closing as if he couldn't find the words to reply with.
Instead, he just pulls you in and kisses you roughly, his breathing hard and fast as his tongue explores your mouth haphazardly.
You give in to his unrestrained handling, making yourself pliant to his hands roaming the soft skin of your body, the same hands that eventually settle on cupping your ass.
"Is this...is this what you want?" Luke whispered. "You could...you could have told me during one of your visits at my place, you know."
"I actually tried, Luke," you say--which is the truth--"but you are so pure and cute and wholesome whenever I come over I couldn't find a good opportunity to say 'hey, wanna make out' or 'hey, lets have wild sex?'"
"Goddamnit. This is crazy," Luke muttered as he lets go of your ass to grope your breasts. "I swear, Rosa, we really need to talk about this next time."
He dips in to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as a hand fondles your other, neglected breast. You find yourself squirming a bit; each time Luke flicks his tongue on your nipple you almost feel similar phantom sensations on your sex.
"Let's do a quickie," you say, your words coming out in a moan. You are finally getting impatient--you need him inside you, now, immediately, posthaste.
With nimble fingers you pull down your own panties. It is already apparent how wet and horny you already are, based on how much the crotch of your panties are soaked.
"Fuck. Sure. Fine," Luke says breathlessly as he quickly unbuckles his belt, working on the buttons of his jeans, letting them fall to the ground. He then grabs you by the waist, and sets you up against the rear door of Artem's SUV.
"Ready for it, Rosa?" his words come urgently, his hand hooking one of your thighs around his waist, his other hand rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet mound, and with one hard thrust he rams into you hard--you wanted it quick, you are getting it quick--and he pauses to relish the feel of being fully hilted inside you.
"Damn it," he whispers against your ear. "I came here to fix my bike, not to get fucked. Haha."
"Haha, Luke." you quip drily. "Now move."
"Well," he says as he starts thrusting, holding you firmly by the waist. "Aren't you feeling bossy today, Watson?"
At that point you find that you cannot retort, you are so engrossed with losing yourself to the sensation of getting fucked by your best friend, hiding behind the car of your senior partner's, no less, and the only sounds coming out from you are moans and your fast, shallow breathing.
There is no one else in the automobile bay, nor is anyone expected to drop by, so Luke does not care that his thrusting is hard and fast enough that it makes Artem's SUV rock slightly back and forth.
If Artem finds out--he probably wouldn't, he wouldn't know what signs to look for, anyway--it would have made for a good drinking story.
Marius
Up next is Marius.
Marius, you think, would be easy. He has been all over you every chance he can get, and next to Vyn, who himself is the most shameless of the bunch, Marius is the next flirtiest.
So for Marius, you try putting a bit of a playful twist on things.
You wait until the NXX meeting ends; you tell Marius that you need some help with setting up remote access to NXX files in your personal laptop, complete with security access protocols.
"Huh?" Marius looks at you, perplexed at your suggestion. "Missy, not only is it bad news security-wise, but do you really want to take your NXX work home?"
While you appreciate his thoughtfulness at this particular moment, you are also cursing him inwardly because you do not have a lot of excuses you can use to keep him from leaving the headquarters along with the others.
"I just want to--um. I have this tendency to remember things and if I can't cross-check my ideas with the facts of the case, it'd be a brain itch and I'd lose sleep," you say to him, hoping against hope that he would just take your word for it.
"Ehhh...Missy, I--"
"Just indulge her, will you, Marius?" Vyn cuts in as he passes the both of you on the way to the door. "If nothing else, hash out with her the pros and cons of whatever she wants done. She will not let you go otherwise."
"Fiiiiine."
You give Vyn a glance, and he flashes you a brief, knowing smile before he exits the conference room. Damn. Does he know?
If yes, then...maybe he'd watch the security camera footage later?
The idea gets you wet already.
Thanking Vyn profusely from the bottom of your (degenerate) heart, you quickly check if all is in the clear: Luke has already left, and so has Artem. Vyn just left as well, leaving you and Marius as the only ones in the conference room.
All clear.
"Anyway," you begin. "Yeah. I actually placed my laptop in the server room, could I bother you to get it for me, pretty please?"
"Why is it way back there in the server room?"
"I had to charge it. Sorry!"
"Okay." Marius pushes out his swivel chair from its comfortable position deep under the glass conference table and stands up to pad his way toward the NXX server room, whose entrance is located in the far end of the conference room.
Having bought yourself some time, you quickly shimmy out of your one piece dress, revealing a high cut satin bunny suit, sans ears, which you fish out from your purse.
Having put on your bunny ears you make your way towards the server room yourself, and upon reaching the door you feel immense cold wafting from inside the room--the temperature inside the server room is several degrees lower than the conference room's air conditioning.
The hairs of your bare skin stand on end upon touching the cold air, but nothing too uncomfortable to daunt you from your task.
Inside you find Marius turning over almost everything in sight just to try and find the laptop that you actually left at home.
"Hey, Marius."
He grunts, having bent over to peer at one of the lower pedestal drawers in an attempt to locate your machine. "Missy, I can't--whoa."
For in front of him, blocking his path back to the conference room, stands you in your bunny costume outfit.
"Um. Missy?" Marius von Hagen for once finds himself at a loss for words. "Ah.
"...What game are we playing tonight?"
"Oh, I don't know," you tell him, clearly playing coy. "Maybe a game of you and me staring at each other?"
"Miissssy~" he begins, then immediately drops the act. "Come on, tell me what the hell is going on here," he continues in his normal voice.
So aside from Luke, even Marius is not easily convinced that I just want to fuck them? Damn Rosa, you are such a good girl.
You almost fear how much difficult dealing with Artem would be when it is his turn, but you shelve that thought for now.
"I just want to get in your pants, Marius," you say, "is that so much of a difficult thing to understand?"
"Uh-huh." Marius is clearly unconvinced. He crosses his arms, yet his eyes gobble up your svelte form clad in a bunny suit anyway.
"Okay. Any...ulterior motive I should know about? Anything at all?"
Ah damn. You didn't think about triggering his massive trust issues. You only banked on Marius acting like a fuckboy, so you thought he would think like a fuckboy. Clearly, it is all an act--he has been nothing but prudent and thoughtful ever since you started trying to get into his pants.
"Nothing, Marius," you say. "I just want to fuck you."
Marius runs a hand through his hair, breathing deeply, trying to think on his feet regarding the weird situation you're putting him through. "Missy...um. Look, I know I've been sending you mixed signals but--"
Goddamnit. You cross the server room to close the distance between you and Marius, your heels clacking authoritatively. When you finally reach him, you slam your hands against the server rack behind him, trapping Marius in your arms.
"...What the fuck Missy? Those are server racks behind me!" You can see that Marius is actually sweating bullets from his brow, and the server room is actually very cold.
"I know what they are Marius," you say coolly. "And if you don't give me what I want, I'm going to kick one of them down."
It is at that moment that Marius actually composes himself. "You are actually serious, huh?"
"Whatever makes you think otherwise?"
"Because you're my nice, prim and proper Missy Lawyer?" Marius cocks an eyebrow. "I mean, if you were another girl I'd be down with it, scandal be damned, but if it's you..."
"If it's me...?"
"Well, you certainly deserve better than getting fucked on the floor of this horribly cold server room."
"What if I want to?"
Marius actually looks as if he is giving your question some thought. "Hmm. Well..." he makes a show of scratching his chin.
Finally, he leers at you.
"I want to see you beg for it." He licks his lips. "Come on now, you can do it Missy, can you?"
"Beg?" It is your turn to cock an eyebrow, then reach down to cup his hard on through his pants, your fingers caressing the bulge--you can feel his cock twitching with your touch.
"When you're the one who's clearly turned on?"
==
"Mnhh--hahh...Marius..."
Marius writhes underneath you, lying down on the cold floor of the server room on his back, pawing at your bouncing breasts as you ride his cock.
The costume you have prepared for him does not even get worn for more than fifteen minutes, and those fifteen minutes were spent trying to convince the boy that yes, his Missy Lawyer wants to fuck him.
"Shit...haha, I totally can't--ahh--believe this is happening," Marius says in between gasps of breath. "What the--nngh--hell came over you?"
You do not reply, as you concentrate on moving your hips, letting his hard cock slide in and out of your hungry slit. The sensation is turning you on so much that you feel you could almost come from it alone, but you still find your fingers wandering to your clit to give yourself release.
"Aah. That's it, rub yourself--hahh..." Marius lets out a breathy laugh at the sweet absurdity of his current situation. "Damn. This is so good..."
Eventually your thighs feel too burned for you to move, so you slump over him finally, his length slipping out. "Ugh...Hey Mister I Do Extreme Sports, think you can do the work?"
"Aww, poor baby got too tired," Marius whispers as he moves to sit himself up, taking you along with him. "Fine. I got you babe."
Soon enough he has your back pressed against a bare wall, both your thighs wrapped around his hips, him effortlessly bouncing you on his cock.
You desperately cling to him by his neck, stifling your loud moans against his chest. The utter sensation of getting fucked helplessly while your feet dangle in the air has you whimpering--you're so aroused that you know the moment you reach down your clit you'd just instantly unravel around his shaft.
"Well, Missy?" Marius says, then grunting as he adjusts his arms grabbing your thighs. "Like this? Huh?"
"Ahh--yes--God, please," you plead, your words slowly become incoherent. "Fuck me more--ahn, Marius...!"
"Shit." Your cries are sending him over the edge. "Missy...I'm coming--I'll need to come inside, is that okay?"
"Yes," you breathe, your fingers finally reaching down between your bodies slamming against each other to rub your now sensitive bud. "Can't have you spilling on the equip--ment--ahh!"
A second later you feel bursts of his come spurting deep inside you, with Marius pushing his cock deep inside as much as he can.
"Goddamn, Missy," he pants as he starts to recover from his orgasm. "That was pretty...hot..."
He slumps onto the floor, bringing you down with him.
Both of you are sitting up on the floor and holding onto each other, catching your breaths. As your breathing starts to calm down, Marius touches your chin, guiding your face to look at you in the eye.
"Hey, Missy," he grins. "We haven't kissed yet."
So saying, he captures your lips with his, and both of you spend your heated afterglow cooling in the server room while your tongues acquaint themselves with each other.
Artem
Now, Artem.
Mr. Wing--Artem--is a special case. You absolutely cannot hope to take him in the workplace, or in the NXX Headquarters; you know he'd just clam up and scurry away faster than you can say "I want to fuck you".
So for him, you are willing to make special concessions in order to have him feel comfortable, then escalate things accordingly. Don't worry. You got this.
Good luck.
===
"Thanks for dropping by, Mr. Wing, really appreciate you helping out." You greet your senior partner as he arrives by your doorstep. "I'm really, really sorry for the short notice."
"Not a problem." Artem excuses himself and makes a beeline towards your kitchen. He already visits your place frequently enough that he knows where to put away the groceries; he knows where to find any specific kitchenware, dinnerware, or whateverware that you own.
Artem is intimately familiar with your home. He even knows the passcode of your main door.
All things considered, Artem is almost acting like your boyfriend at this point. He chalks it up to taking care of his junior partner, sure, but he has been hovering around you protectively so much that you'd think he has been actively warding off any overtures made by other men towards you.
Even Dr. Richter cannot get near you or talk with you at length whenever Artem is around.
So, you are left wondering why the two of you haven't fucked yet.
"What's the screenplay about?" Artem asks you as he opens your overhead cupboards to stow away the bag of uncooked rice he brought along. "Do you think it is any good?"
You settle yourself on a stool by the dining table, watching him as he works in your kitchen as if he belongs there. I don't mind being exclusive with him, is your thought as you idly stare at his broad shoulders, but at the moment that the both of you still aren't exclusive, all bets are off for now.
At least, until you manage to cross out the illustrious Dr. Vyn Richter off your list.
"Not really. It's very campy," you answer him. "The script is undoubtedly B-movie camp."
Artem then looks at you over his shoulder questioningly. "Then why do you want to act out the screenplay?"
"Mm. I always thought that there's value in delving into camp from time to time."
"Yes, but..." Artem takes out a ladle from a rack, and pauses thoughtfully. "You want to act out a B-movie script?"
You give Artem the most dazzling smile that you can muster. "Yeah. It's going to be really, really fun."
You lick your lips while he isn't looking.
===
"This is the screenplay that I am talking about, Artem," you flick on your phone's screen to initiate file sharing. "Or at least, the first half of the script."
"Just the first half?" Artem accepts the file, and quickly gives the text a scan.
"Oh, just so we aren't overwhelmed," you tell him. "It's easier to focus on the screenplay bit by bit, I find."
"Mhm," Artem makes a non-committal sound. No doubt he does not need such methods in memorizing scripts, as the man's memory is almost photographic. "We can work with this first then."
The script only has two characters for the entirety of the screenplay: an unnamed Executive and his also unnamed Secretary. The screenplay is set in the Executive's office at night.
The first part of the script is basically the Executive growing increasingly tired after spending several hours on overtime. The clock on the wall indicates that it is already approaching 10 o'clock at night.
The Secretary, faithfully supporting her boss the Executive, has decided to stay despite him giving her permission to leave the office ahead of him. She adamantly refuses as she has seen him work tirelessly day in and day out for the betterment of their company, and she wants to support him as much as she can.
The first part of the script cuts off where the Secretary offers to give the Executive a massage on the shoulders.
"It's fine if we read off our phones, Artem," you say after you have changed into your office clothing.
To fully immerse yourselves in the screenplay, you also had Artem bring along the usual suit that we wears to the office, down to the tie. Artem has already changed, and like always, the sight of him donning his work clothes takes your breath away.
Now that you have him in the privacy of your own home and not in Themis Law, it takes a lot of effort from you not to pounce him or come on to him too strongly like you did Luke and Marius. Everything you have prepared would be for naught if you did.
"The set up is actually just an executive table and an office swivel chair," you tell Artem as he gives the script one final glance before he slips the phone into his pocket.
"We can use the table and my chair here," you point at the desk and chair set against the wall.
"Ready, Artem?"
"Yes. I have the script in my head already," Artem smiles at you. "It's simple enough."
Good.
===
It is already ten at night. Executive glances at his wristwatch, then as if trying to validate if he really did spend so much time in the office, looks at the wall clock as well. Both tell the same time: it is already ten o'clock, and once again he has spent a full day of his life working in the office.
He hates it. He feels underappreciated by everyone despite the hard work and the gains to show for it. Everyone except the Secretary, that is.
He gathers his papers and arranges them in a pile; the sound of which prompts his Secretary to peek into the office.
"Sir," the Secretary calls out by his door. "Are you already done?"
"Not yet," he says, quite irritated. "I'm almost done but I'm still waiting for someone's input to be included in the shareholder report."
"So you've nothing to do while you wait?" asks the Secretary.
"Nothing. And it drives me mad. I want to go home."
"It's not much, but let me give you a rub on your shoulders at least to help you relax," says the Secretary.
"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about me, dear. You best go home. Everything is over and done with except for that damned report."
"I insist, sir," the Secretary walks over and stands behind the Executive's chair. "I owe you too much to just leave you here."
"If you insist, then. I appreciate it."
"Please take off your jacket then, Sir."
===
You take the suit jacket off Artem's hands and drape it over the sofa. With that taken care of, you turn towards Artem's back again, and whisper directly into his ear "Sit up straight, but lean forward a little so I can give you a massage?"
Artem looks up at you, this is not part of the script. You are adlibbing at this point, and you carefully place your hands on his shoulders.
You pretend not to notice his initial confusion, and begin by pressing both of your thumbs by each shoulder, and slowly, with considerable pressure you move your thumbs toward Artem's spine.
You hear him groan softly in relief, before he catches himself and clears his throat.
This cute reaction from him makes you smile a little.
You repeat the motions, loosening the knots on his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.
Then, your hands wander down ever so slowly to his chest, you bending over closer to him from behind, so close so he can smell your perfume...
You hear his breathing hitch. You see his ears burning red. Even his skin turns warmer to the touch through the cotton.
Artem is getting flustered.
This is no longer part of the massage of course, but a bit of the sweet poison that you lay out for him so that he slowly sinks into your trap.
Just a little more. Just a little more.
One last push.
"Let me forward you the second half of the script." Your left hand does not leave his chest--you make sure that he is not distracted away by your touch--and so you are left with your free hand to fish out your phone and, with an awkward fumble, transfer the file over to him.
It only takes less than ten seconds to register the gasp coming from Artem's lips as he finally reads the second part of the script.
"Rosa? T-this is..."
"Hm, Artem?" You want the words to come from him.
He gulps. "This is. An erotica."
"Yes it is, Artem," you whisper sweetly to his ear. "I picked it for the both of us to perform."
You see his hands grip the armrests of your chair tightly--he is clearly getting wound up. You need to act now, before he wrests away from your grasp.
With one swift motion you turn the swivel chair so he faces you.
You bend over, bringing your face right next to his. His lips are now millimeters away from your own, and it is taking the strength of your entire being not to capture with your lips those stern, yet soft ribbons that you sometimes catch yourself fantasizing about.
If fear has a scent, you would be saturated with it by now--Sweat is beading across his forehead, and you could even spy his lower lip trembling slightly--and yet his cerulean blues strive to hold your olive gaze in a valiant effort to safeguard his pride.
You place your hands on his knees. "Artem." His name comes sweetly upon your lips.
"Yes," he manages to reply, trying his hardest to keep himself from falling apart in front of you.
Your slender hands slowly glide across the herringbone fabric of his pants, stopping just nearby his crotch.
"I've wanted, wanted you for so long," comes your confession. "Can I..."
"Can I taste you?"
This is now or never, then.
And then you bring your lips to his for a kiss.
When you feel his arms finally pulling you even closer to him, you can only sigh in victory.
Finally.
Eventually he parts his lips, and you close your eyes, softly nibbling on his lower lip with the tiniest of kisses. Then your tongue slips in, and you allow yourself to moan as Artem sucks on it quite needily.
Softly you caress his cheek with the lightest of touches. "Artem, relax," you breathe softly on his lips. "Let's enjoy this."
You carefully straddle his lap so as not to startle him too much; as you do so your skirt hitches up, and your little trick is finally revealed: you are not wearing any underwear.
Impishly you take his hands, and guide them to your bare bottom.
"Rosa...?" Artem's eyes widen slightly, then once again the crimson blush overtakes his face. "W-what are you doing..."
"I did say that I wanted to taste you for so long, Artem." You smile at him; and you slowly undress while still on his lap: you shrug off your blazer, letting it fall off to the floor. Your blouse comes next. And your skirt, you only gather up to your waist.
You are left naked on his lap.
But before Artem could do anything yet you climb down from his lap and kneel in front of him.
"You're too nervous," Your fingers undo his belt buckle and the buttons of his pants. "Let me help you relax..."
When you finally pull on the zipper, Artem's breath stops--until you give a tentative lick on his raging hard on through his underwear.
"Ssh. Just lie back and enjoy, okay?"
"Rosa, I..."
Your fingers slip into the band of his underwear, grabbing the base of his cock and freeing it. "Let go, and enjoy."
Slowly you lower your mouth around his shaft, the tip of your tongue teasing that sweet spot underneath the tip. You start sucking gently, making lewd, wet sounds as you bob your head up and down his cock.
"Damnit. Rosa--" you can feel Artem writhe in his seat. You try humming in the back of your throat, letting the resulting thrum cause tiny vibrations as you massage the shaft inside your mouth with your tongue.
Soon his hands thread fingers through your hair--holding your head in place as he starts thrusting into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over causing tears to run down your cheeks.
"Mmph--" You grasp at the shaft that could not fit into your mouth, helping Artem along in achieving his release.
"Oh god, oh god," Artem moans, teeth gritting. "Rosa, I'm sorry, I--"
Before he could finish what he has to say, his come gushes into your mouth, shooting directly to the back of your throat.
Wanting to make Artem's first blowjob one of the best he's ever had, you eagerly take in as much of his cock as you can, as his shaft spasms inside your mouth.
"Let me clean you up," you murmur as your lips and tongue lightly suck on the stray drops and traces of come.
Artem slumps deeper into your swivel chair, an arm covering his eyes. "Hahh...damn...that felt...good?"
"Doesn't it?" you ask as you once again climb onto his lap. Artem is a bit overwhelmed by the release, however, so you just hold him close, cradling his face next to your breasts. "Do you like it?"
"Mm. Yeah." His lips feel warm on your skin. "I like it."
"Think we can do that in the office?"
"Hell no."
"Aw."
"...but...maybe...I don't know. We'll see."
Vyn
For Vyn, you slip into his office in the NXX Headquarters wearing nothing but your lacy black lingerie and stilettos.
There's no need to for further preparation when it comes to him--judging by the incessant overtures Vyn always throws your way, you know that he would probably just welcome you to his bed should you explicitly ask him to pretty please fuck you.
When you enter his office Vyn has his back towards you, him staring out through the windows overlooking his garden outside.
Then, noticing your presence, he turns around and gives you a cordial smile, as if he has been waiting for you all these time. "Ah, Rosa, our little hardworking succubus," he says with his gentle voice. "Is it finally my turn now?"
He has been watching my security camera footage. You briefly wonder if he even saved the video files into his phone for...personal use.
"Take a guess?" You return his smile. "Or are you too busy, Dr. Richter?"
Vyn walks over to you, his arms open wide to receive you in a warm hug, like greeting a close friend. "I did tell you, dear Rosa, that you can call on me anytime, and I will come for you."
He then touches you chin, guiding your lips to his in a soft, tender kiss.
"How I have longed for you," he says as he pulls away from the kiss, his gold eyes misty with need.
"Dr. Richter?"
He only smiles at you, wordlessly.
Then he takes off his white laboratory coat, and drapes it over your shoulder.
"I'm not really cold, Dr. Richter," you say. "Why are you covering me up?"
Vyn allows himself a soft laugh. "My dear Rosa, I am not covering you up," he says as he takes you by the hand towards his executive chair; as he sits down he invites you plant yourself onto his lap. "Sit here on me?"
Settling down on Vyn's lap like a good little succubus that you are, you ask, "what do you mean, your coat is not for covering me up?"
Vyn then idly lets his index finger toy with the edges of your bra, running the fingertip underneath the garter and the lacy edging. "It is not to cover you up, yes," he repeats himself.
When you look into his eyes what stares back at you is no longer the the genial smile that he is well known for, but rather the wolfish gaze that threatens to eat you whole.
"It is to mark you mine."
Then the sparkle once again returns to his eyes, Vyn's lips curling in that usual poker smile of his.
Despite yourself you find yourself blushing, and a bit nervous--you have willingly perched yourself in Vyn's lap, his arms now around your waist, and there is nowhere left to go. Like a snake coiled around his prey.
"Well, Rosa," Vyn now undoes his wine red necktie, slipping it off his collar and gathering the silk strip in his hands. "You will find me quite easy. Or," he tips his head to one side, as if to inquire, "Do you want me to pose a bit of challenge too, like Luke and Marius did?"
You shake your head. "No, thank you, Dr. Richter," you stretch out your arms, wrapping them around his neck. "No. I'm actually glad you're letting me relax this time around." Your lips meet with his, your tongues entwining with each other languorously.
"Artem required a bit of work, most especially," You say as you resurface from the lazy kiss. "Took a lot of preparation."
"Oh? And here I thought I am not the last one in your list." Vyn's thumbs hitch up you bra to finally free your breasts. "Where did you fuck your senior partner?"
You proceed to tell him the basic details of your conquest on Artem.
"That is most impressive," Vyn murmurs before he dips down to let his tongue traces the edge of your areola. "He is very lucky to have a good first sexual experience." His lips then gently bite on your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you.
"He should be so lucky to have you."
You feel Vyn's mood going a bit too somber, so you say "Well, I did save the best for last."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, my pet," but despite his words Vyn smiles a little. "So, before we formally start...do you have any unresolved issues that you may want to discuss with me first?"
"You," your reply comes quickly. "You are my unresolved issue, Dr. Vyn Richter."
(Then it hits you, the reason why you always thought there's something different about Vyn Richter that you couldn't quite pin down. The most plausible explanation that you can come up with is that Vyn is like one of those magic pictures you had as a child--lenticular images--where one image when looked at from a different angle becomes a different image. This realization unnerves you a little.)
"Really now," Vyn smiles rather greedily this time. "Let us play, then."
===
"Vyn! Aah, please...!"
Both of you are still in Vyn's executive chair, you bouncing on Vyn's cock while blindfolded with his necktie and hands bound to your back by his handkerchief.
You are still wearing his lab coat--he has been adamant in having you wear it during your entire play.
Vyn grunts quietly as he thrusts underneath you, his cock meeting your hard descent with his own rough thrusts. His hands do not touch you--he makes it a point to have his cock and thighs your only point of contact.
His hands will only reach out to catch you if if you go too far off the edge towards his knees, in danger of falling off your lap.
"Please, Vyn, let me touch myself, I want to come!"
"Hahh--no, not yet," Vyn says in between thrusts. "Not yet."
You can only whimper in reply.
Your head feels a little lightheaded, and your repeated up, down movement jostling your head and insides are threatening to drive you utterly mad. If you could bend just a bit, if you could make Vyn's cock hit you at a certain angle, maybe it could rub against--
"Ah...!" You feel yourself tilting far too forward, but before you fall off Vyn catches you with his strong arms, pulling you back towards him without missing the rhythm of his thrusts.
"You should be more--ahn--careful--" Vyn hisses as he corrects your position. "You could hurt yourself."
"I want to come, please, Vyn." This is the first time that you feel like you are on the verge of vaginal orgasm, however you cannot quite reach it yet--a maddening sexual version of the sneeze that never comes out--and you want something, anything to rub at your clit to grant your release.
The blindfold is also making things worse--your sense of touch is amped up to such a degree that the simple touch of Vyn's fingertips on your skin is guaranteed to cause goosebumps.
"Please, I'll do anything, anything....Just let me come!"
This catches his attention. "Anything?"
"Yes!" you hiss, no longer caring that your words will have consequences, and that you are around the worst person when it comes to letting their words hold power over you. "Anything...!"
"Then tell me--hahh--that you're only mine." Vyn's thrusts become even more forceful, and at a faster cadence. "Mine!"
"Yours, I'm yours Vyn, no one else's!" you cry out loud. "Please--"
"Say it again."
"Yours, yours, Vyn Richter!"
And then you feel Vyn's fingers reach over to brush at your now begging nub, coaxing it into a explosion of utter pleasure further amplified by your lack of sight, making you cry out a high-pitched moan that you are sure would be heard outside Vyn's office.
"You are--mine, ah--!" Vyn cries out as his seed spills inside you.
===
Vyn watches you take a nap in his embrace, your face nestled in the crook of his neck.
Fingertips brush away stray strands of hair from your forehead.
You told him you are his, but he knows--as most do as part of common knowledge--that words said in the throes of sexual climax do not count for anything.
It was nice to hear at least.
Vyn plants a kiss on your forehead as you slumber. As long as he can touch you, he should be content.
Bonus: Rosa gets totally serviced
Unbeknownst to Rosa, NXX-OS has a folder hidden by an additional layer of encryption. Vyn had this prepared as part of a contingency measure for when shit has properly hit the fan, so to speak, like in situations where nobody knows who is betraying NXX, etc. Access to this folder is currently limited to him and those he invites on a per case basis.
He does not expect that the first entry in this hidden folder will be the following:
Surprise Birthday Party for Rosa
Involved Parties: Adjudicator, King, Libra, Raven, Rosa
Handled by: Adjudicator
Case Details
We need not elaborate too much on the service that the male members of NXX have recently received from our dear muse. Given that we were immensely satisfied by whatever we have received, we should return the favor in kind for her upcoming birthday on dd/mm/yy
Some degree of planning is required to achieve the perfect return gift for our beloved muse. May I ask that each of us give a brief description of what he received from Rosa, so we can incorporate it into our plans. Of course, you may feel free to add your suggestions.
PS - None of your shitposts, King
Adjudicator: I shall start the thread. She indulged my predilection for uniforms. I am suggesting we incorporate an article of costume on our person while we service her.
King: What do you mean shitposting? I own the infra this entire thing is sitting on. Anyway she wore a little costume for me too. It's not just you Judge lol
Adjudicator: I meant my uniform. This is also what I meant by shitposting, King.
King: Your uniform? Man you are such an utter narcissist
Libra: Cut it out. We need to decide immediately, her birthday is coming up in two weeks.
Libra: She did not wear costume of any kind for me. I only received some...service.
King: You don't have to be shy about it.
Libra: I reserve my right to keep the details to myself.
Adjudicator: That precisely defeats the point of this secret chat, Libra.
Libra: Fine. She put on a little roleplay for me. It was based on a screenplay she chose.
King: And?
Libra: She gave me a massage to ease tension on my muscles.
King: "massage"
King: Anyway yeah for me I got her in a cute costume and we did it in the server room. Pretty hot.
Adjudicator: That certainly explains why we had an alignment problem with one of the server racks and damage to a blade server.
Adjudicator: We kept to ourselves in the comfort of my office. She was utterly delicious on my lap.
Raven: Don't turn this into a goddamn pissing contest
Raven: As for me, she surprised me in the automobile bay as I was doing maintenance on my bike. We did it there.
King: ...Wow. In whose car?
Raven: No one's.
King: Lol ok. Wish you guys victimized someone's car at least.
Adjudicator: We finally identify the main elements that we need to incorporate in our birthday surprise for Rosa: costume, roleplay, massage/stress relief, service.
Adjudicator: Basic but important nonetheless. King, do you have any ideas for a location?
King: One step ahead of you. I had a feeling this'll need a really private setting. So I just finalized arrangements to reserve an entire island off Nosta coast
Libra: Sounds about perfect.
Your head is throbbing slightly when you come to.
The sun feels too bright, even with your eyelids closed. Strangely enough...you are smelling the sea breeze, and the sounds you hear are the crashing of the waves and the occasional crying of seagulls.
You have not opened your eyes yet, but you already know you are somewhere not in familiar territory.
I must still be dreaming...
Then you open your eyes, fully expecting to see the familiar sight of your room's interior. But what you actually see--
When you look around, all you see is sand, and the endless blue sea right in front of you. This is when you notice that you are lying on a recliner underneath the comfortable shade coming from a sizable rainbow-colored beach umbrella staked into the sand beside you.
You move a little, and it is when you realize that you are no longer wearing the sundress you slipped into early this morning, but instead donning a cute little number in pink with white ruffled trimming; a beach dress.
What the hell is going on?
The last thing that you remember was meeting Dr. Richter for morning tea. You also remember finding it strange, that the psychiatrist infamous for sleeping in is inviting you to tea at exactly seven in the morning, but you had pegged it as part of something he prepared for your birthday--which is today--and happily obliged anyway.
Your memory cuts off when you took a sip of the tea he offered you--
"Are you comfortable, madam?" comes a very familiar voice behind you, interrupting your thoughts.
You turn, about to call his name, but what you see has your mouth agape leaving you quite speechless.
Dr. Richter approaches you, in a black button down shirt and casual slacks--nothing out of the ordinary--however, around his waist is a pure white frilly apron reminiscent of what French maids wear, with a matching lacy headband adorning his silver hair.
A silver tray bearing what looks to be a multilayered parfait is expertly balanced on his left hand.
"Um. Ah." Your mouth finally remembers how to make sounds, but your brain doesn't quite catch up to form words.
Dr. Richter, in a white frilly apron, and a lacy headpiece with black ribbons is something your brain wouldn't be able to come up with on its own, not even for a fever dream.
He sets the tray on a nearby folding table and unfolds a stool to sit beside you. "You must be getting thirsty on this hot day."
It is rather hot, but the sea breeze is refreshing enough to dispel the heat under the shade of the umbrella.
You look at Dr. Richter in his makeshift maid/butler outfit as he reached for a what looks to be a glass filled with parfait, and a silver spoon.
"Um. Dr. Richter, what...where are we?" You finally regain your ability to speak.
He only gently smiles at you. "Today, I am not Dr. Richter," he says in his gentle voice laced with an unmistakable seductive undertone. "Just call me Vyn, madam."
"Um. Sure." You totally don't know what to say to that. "Vyn."
He does not answer your question, but you are too flustered to insist. Dr. Richter in an apron, sure, but the headband?
"Let me treat you. I am sure you are...thirsty."
You gulped. Having just woken up, your throat does feel dry...and the multicolored layered parfait in Vyn's hands does look refreshing...
You lick your lips.
Vyn then spoons a bit of the parfait, including the cherry topping, but instead of lifting the spoon laden with delectable ice to your lips he puts it into his mouth instead.
Oh shit.
You know where this is going, and your heart races.
He coaxes you to lie back down, with one of his hands supporting the back of your head, holding your face to his.
His other hand wanders to your thigh, caressing your skin as he obviously indulges in you. His touch is electric--his cool fingertips makes the tiny hairs of your thigh stand on end, and wetness to slowly gather in your inner folds.
With a gentle touch of his fingertips he guides your lips to his. This time, you know what he is about to do, and you make sure your lips perfectly lock with his as his tongue pushes the refreshingly cold, sweet treat into your mouth.
A layer of orange sorbet, and cherry. The tart and sweet flavors melt perfectly on your taste buds bringing with it sweet, cool relief from the parched dryness of your mouth and throat. It would be so wholesome, if it weren't for the fact that a man is kissing you at the same time you enjoy the exquisitely flavored ice melting in your mouth.
Vyn still lingers in your mouth even after the successful delivery of the icy refreshment, and you eventually gulp down the treat even with his tongue entwining with yours--making you dribble a bit of molten sorbet down the corner of your lips.
It turns you on so much that you cannot help but moan as you return his cold, icy kiss.
He however resurfaces from the embrace, and flashes you that goddamn mysterious, Vyn-like smile that just sends your nethers gushing to critical levels. "We still have to finish your parfait, madam" he gently reminds you. "Or do you want additional...service instead?"
"S-service...?"
Vyn bites his lower lip seductively and gives you that small, mischievous wink. "Service," is all he says.
He is about to dip his mouth to your neck, when--
"Ehh, Vyn, are you starting already?" comes another voice from behind you. "You said you were just going to check on her!"
You spy a flash of annoyance on Vyn's gold eyes before you turn around to see Marius--in tight swimming trunks that show off his athletic physique. Including his abs.
And, on his head is a pair of dark purple-black cat ears.
Oh god. Too cute. You can't help but bring a hand to your face.
Marius is carrying a cooler, and when he turns to set the cooler chest beside your recliner you see that there is a cat tail attached to his trunks. You also notice that the Z pendant he almost always wears on his person is replaced with a tiny bell.
Too fucking cute!
"Um you two...what...what is going on?" you ask, this time demanding an answer from both tutor and student. "I'm really sorry and I really don't want to break the mood but--but--"
Words fail you yet again, because you can't even decide where to start questioning: the location, the costumes, and how they are acting, among other things.
"Relaaaax Missy," Marius purrs. "Today is your day, so just stretch out, chill, and let us..." he licks his lips languorously, "service you."'
You then turn to Vyn who says nothing, instead devouring you with lustful grin.
"Heehee. Missy, what do you think so far?" Marius grins as he kneels beside you and places his head on your lap. "Oh right," he says, as if he just remembered something.
"Nya~" Marius purrs, raising a hand with curled fingers in an imitation of a cat paw. "This sight is only for you Missy Lawyer, so you better enjoy it!" And he quickly appends, "Nya~"
Holy shit.
(At the back of your head you mentally jot down notes to remind yourself later on to come up with more swear words to shout inwardly. You are running out of them the more you spend time in NXX.)
You can feel so much heat flowing to your face that you start fanning yourself with your hands.
"Eheheh, you like me, don't you? Missy~" Marius gently bunts the top of his head to your cheek, exactly like how affectionate cats do. "Come on. Come on, give me a kiss, nya~"
"You are making madam flustered, Marius," Vyn chides him. "She is already overheated as she is."
"As if you weren't totally going all the way before I came here," Marius retorted, his arms now wrapped around your shoulders possessively.
"I was cooling her down with my parfait."
Marius makes a show of squinting at Vyn. "Riiiiight."
"Um. Ah...Marius? Vyn?" You say, but realize you do not have a reasonable way to put something like could you please be nice and share? without making you sound as if you are a toy being fought over.
"Very well then, I suppose I did have my moment already," Vyn concedes.
"Yay." Marius then proceeds to gather your face gently in his hands. "Hey," he purrs. "I know I'm not supposed to be a puppy, but can you tell me if I've been a good boy?" His purple eyes stare at you, quite needful. "I am, yeah?"
His lips briefly brush your ear. "Nya~" he whispers directly into your ear in a low voice, almost baritone.
"Hah--Marius, yes," Your hands shakily ruffle his dark hair, careful not to accidentally knock off his cat ear headband. "Yes. A really, really good boy." Oh my god. This is just too much.
"Hooray." Marius then gives you a childish grin, then in a split second the grin is replaced with a more primal, lustful expression. "Shit. I'm too turned on, sorry Vyn," he whispers urgently as his hands knead your breasts through the thin fabric of your beach dress--this is when you realize whoever changed your outfit did not replace your underwear--and your nipples turn to hard sensitive peaks against his palms.
"Hahh--Mariu--mmph!" Whatever you want to say can only wait, as Marius has started aggressively sucking on your tongue.
Not to be left out, Vyn takes one of your hands and slowly sucks each of your fingers slowly, putting them one by one into his mouth starting with your pinky. His free hand wanders to your naked mound, teasing your clit as he enjoys the show of Marius heavily making out with you.
Someone coughs from a few paces away.
"Vyn, Marius," comes a stern voice.
"Vyn, of all people I did not expect you to deviate from the program that we have planned," says another, one that you have known for most of your life.
Vyn takes out your ring finger from his mouth and just looks at Artem and Luke over his shoulder. "It is but a guideline, not a procedure," his words come out in an almost drawl.
Luke sighs, putting down the large box of various supplies that he had been carrying. "Oh well. Not like we can't still do it." He then cracks his knuckles. "I'm all good."
"Er...maybe we need to let Marius and Vyn...finish whatever they are doing, first?" Artem mutters in a low voice, obviously blushing. He then pretends to be busy putting away the things he carried to the site: chiller bags, most probably food ingredients for him to prepare and cook.
When Marius finally lets go of you you clearly see what the other two are wearing: Luke has board shorts on--with chocolate brown puppy dog ears on his head.
You fight the urge to extricate yourself from Marius and Vyn to throw your arms around Luke and smother him in kisses.
Artem is slightly different. He is wearing the same kind of swim trunks that Marius has on him, only in a different color--dark red--but he has no headpiece on, animal ear nor lace ruffles.
Instead, what he has on is his necktie around his bare neck, the strip of silk hanging across his bare, sculpted chest.
Shit. This is one of those things that I only get to enjoy only once in my lifetime, huh.
"Guys," The word comes out strained, with you overcome with emotion that you could not comprehend. "I'm not sure how I deserve this but...but...haha..."
You smile, the brightest smile you can muster, complete with the ear to ear grin. "Thank you!"
Somehow the lusty mood lightens up a bit with your words and, all four of them smile back at you gently.
"Happy birthday, dear Rosa," Vyn says, planting a peck on your cheek. Soon after the other three follows with their own well-wishes, last of which is Artem, who is holding a folded piece of paper for you to read out.
"Happy birthday, Rosa," Artem says, handing to you the slip of paper. It is folded, but you can make out that it is of legal size.
"That's my birthday gift to you. I hope...you like it."
You unfold the paper and give its contents a read.
The farther you go into the text the wider your mouth opens.
"Artem," you gasp, "I--I can't make you do this! You can't possibly shave my workload this much for a year!"
"Ah. I have gone over the details with Celestine for some time. It is all planned out." Artem grasps your hand, shyly planting a kiss on your knuckle. "Don't worry about it. The newer hires need the training."
You somehow blush at the gesture--it is the most chaste that you have received so far, and so cute.
"So, our little hard working succubus," Vyn says as he stands up from his stool, "Please enjoy your day today--I believe these two," he motions to Luke and Artem, "Have prepared themselves to give you a well overdue massage."
"Oh? How n--wah?" You are about to comment on how delighted you are at the idea of getting a massage, only to be interrupted by Luke and Artem taking off your dress, slipping it off your shoulders in a mere millisecond.
You do not have any underwear on, so you are now literally in your birthday suit.
Artem shakes a bottle of body oil in his hand as he takes over the stool that Vyn recently vacated. "Lie on your stomach, Rosa," he says, voice gentle. "I'm not really an expert on this but--" he clears his throat. "I know I'm mostly the cause of your back aches with all the overtime you have spent no thanks to the work that I assigned you.
"If it's alright, let me help ease your discomfort."
Luke, for his part, takes his spot by the other end of your recliner, getting ready to give your perpetually-tired feet a rubdown they finally deserve.
He stretches his fingers and checks if there are any knuckles left uncracked. "Lemme know if it hurts, I'll adjust, okay?"
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Vyn and Marius settle themselves by the breakwater, Rosa's spot with Artem and Luke in full view, from a distance.
Vyn, still wearing his lace headband and apron, is drinking red wine off a paper cup, deep in thought.
Marius, fiddling his cat ear headband with his right hand, is sipping on a can of beer that is slowly growing lukewarm.
Despite the distance they could hear Rosa's loud moaning. Either Artem and Luke are doing too much of a good job with the massage, or they have now moved on to doing something else--it is hard to make out as the beach umbrella obscured part of the view.
"Wow, look at them go," murmured Marius as he takes a swig of his beer.
"Heh. Jealous?" Vyn coolly looks at Marius as he sips on his cup.
"You're one to talk." Marius throws the now empty beer can into the air and tries to catch it in a turning kick. He misses spectacularly. "You haven't been saying anything ever since we left our spot."
"I am just working out the...schematics of our relationships in my head, nothing more." Vyn turns to reach for the bottle of red wine and refilled his cup. "Have you figured out how her parents may possibly be related to the NXX case?"
"I only have fuzzy facts at best," Marius shrugged. "Hell, even Luke's parents had their data scrubbed off and the NSB can't do anything to trace whatever it is they were really working on."
"We may need to keep an eye out." Vyn says as he takes another sip. He does not elaborate.
"Mhm." Marius then faces his tutor. "Still, you are jealous, aren't you?" He grins, looking down at Vyn's face--he easily towers over him in height.
Vyn only gives him a side-eye in response.
Rosa's moans have now turned into almost sobs, and if they strain their hearing hard enough they may hear both Luke's and Artem's ragged sounds.
"Ehehe." Marius smirks at Vyn, slightly bending over to look at him squarely in the eye. "I'm here, you know."
"What are you insinuating, Marius."
"You know what I mean."
"Heh. So we are going to play this game?" Vyn then faces Marius and, for good measure moves even closer to the other man, so close that he could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Again?"
"I think not, student" Vyn murmurs quite menacingly, a cold glint in his eyes. "Know your place."
Vyn then lets out a laugh and pulls away, making his way back to Rosa and the others. "I am going back there to reclaim my place as Rosa's diligent whipping-boy."
Marius kicks the sand, clearly frustrated.
"Tch."
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In Death Note, you know the part where the L placed spy cams everywhere within Yagami’s house?
What if Light and his girlfriend start doing the deeds to look like normal hormones teens?
YES OMG i’ve actually thought of this before so i’m so glad someone requested it LMFAO
> warnings: swearing, smut, degradation, sir kink, kind of exhibition??
Light tossed his backpack onto his bed, loosening his red tie before collapsing onto the bed himself, letting his exhaustion express itself in the most natural way he thought possible. It’s hard to act natural when you’re being watched; you almost forget every aspect of your daily routine, putting excessive thought into typically mindless tasks like walking around your house or laying on your bed to the point of obviousness.
“Light, wanna play video games?” Ryuk asked, standing before the boy.
Light fell back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his shoulders with a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the performance he’d have to put on. How could he ignore Ryuk without giving off reactions to the shinigami’s words, tilts of the head or instinctive hums of agreement that could incriminate himself in a matter of seconds.
“You listening? Hello?”
Light only ignored him, grabbing a long beige coat from the closet before heading outside, Ryuk following close behind.
“Hey, Light, what’s with the brushing off? I’m starting to get annoyed.”
He popped his collar and rolled up his sleeves, checking meticulously for any bits of wire or chips of plastic that could be audio bugging him.
“Light! Hey!” Ryuk wined.
“There might be secret hidden cameras around the house,” The brunette broke the silence, his voice in a slightly raspy lowered tone, almost a whisper, “Or microphones, probably both.” He explained, going on to detail his clever methods of finding out if someone had been in his room- or if someone had opened his door, at least.
“Let’s go on a camera hunt! You got a plan after that?” Ryuk asks.
“Simple, make it seem like I have no idea the cameras are even there, and that I’m just a normal teenager. I’ll probably need some excuse for why I have that paper and lead in my door, they’ll want to know why I don’t want anyone in my room, what I’m hiding, and if the footage reveals I’m hiding absolutely nothing, that’ll look even more suspicious. Every teenager has secrets.”
“So what’ll you do?”
“You’ll see.”
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“This feels objectifying, Yagami.”
You walk down the street leading to your boyfriend’s house, accompanied by the man himself as he explains his, quite frankly, pervy plan.
“Objectifying? We have sex all the time, Y/N.”
“Yeah, but nobody plans out when they’re gonna fuck. It’s just weird.”
“Hey,” Light stops walking, facing towards you as he gently lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger. The feeling made you melt, and he knew that very well. The way Light held your face and looked at you like you were the only thing on earth felt exhilarating, he could tell you anything in that position and you’d believe it. And that’s just what he does, constantly. “This is not an option, this isn’t personal business. This is about Kira. This is going to throw suspicion off me, okay? Do it. For me.”
You sighed deeply. He had you the moment he held your chin like that. “And there won’t be any explicit footage of us? There won’t be a camera like, right there?”
“I don’t know where all the cameras are, but there aren’t many like that in my room at all, we’ll be safe.” He lied, a practice that came so easily to him he no longer viewed it as morally wrong. It was just something he did, like going to school and eating dinner or doing homework, he also lied.
“Okay.” You agreed with a smile, prompting him to release his grasp on you and continue the walk home.
“I didn’t realize he went through such great lengths...might there be something in his room that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Soichiro Yagami remarked, watching Light fiddle with the thin strip of paper in the doorway and the piece of lead in the hinges as you stood patiently behind him.
“Well, considering he’s 17, it isn’t all that unusual. I’ve done it myself, for no reason at all.” L responds, “I am a bit curious, though, as to what he’s hiding so admently.”
You enter Light’s bedroom with him, shutting the door behind you as you watch him toss his bag down besides his bed.
“Y/N, are you scared of me?” He turns to face you.
“Hm? Why would I be.”
“L, the best detective in the world, thinks I’m Kira when I’m not.”
Oh, Light.
“He makes me out to be some kind of monster,” He continues, “I’m worried you’ll start to believe him.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Maybe you should be.”
“Huh?”
Before you could register his comment, Light lunges for you, tossing you onto his bed before tickling your stomach and sides.
‘L-Light! St-stop! Please!” You cried between giggles.
“Make me.”
Understanding, you connect your lips to his, causing his hands to rub up and down where he previously tickled you. You moaned into the kiss as Light pushed harder into it, his desperation showing. You wished he would take his time, but you knew the real reason you were here. His hands slid down to your lower half, pushing his hand inside your pants and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist reflexively. He let out a chuckle.
Impatiently, he stood up straight, unbuttoning your pants before slipping them completely off along with your panties, leaving you in only your t-shirt on his bed.
“I figured,” L sighed, “You can close your eyes if you’d like, Yagami-san, but I’m afraid I need you here for legal purposes.”
Light crouched down onto the floor, lifting your legs to lay bent on his shoulders. Teasingly, he licked a line down your slit, earning a gasp from you. He straightened himself out again, moving towards your face. “L is watching,” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear, “Put on a show.” He smirked.
Watching? Had Light lied?
Light lowered himself back down to push his tongue inside you. His tongue wriggled around, exploring your walls with lust.
“Oh, Light” You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You knew L, you knew the whole task force for that matter. Your face flushed with embarrassment imagining any of them reviewing this footage and hearing your moans. Hell, Light’s dad worked with L, he could be watching for all you knew.
You jolted at the sudden sting of Light smacking your thigh with an open palm. “Don’t hold back, angel, and don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear all your pretty moans.” He said, removing himself from your core before pressing his lips almost to your ear again, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I want L to see how good I make you feel. Got it?”
You faintly nodded before he returned to your heat, dipping his tongue inside once again while his thumb felt your clit, rubbing it in circles. You knot your fingers through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to your pussy with a moan. He sped up his actions, practically abusing your clit while his tongue hit your g-spot, curling sightly upwords inside of you.
“Fuck, Light, I can’t, I’m gonna...”
With that, Light pulled away, leaving you edged and wanting more. You pouted, sticking your lip out with a whine. Light, having none of it, roughly raked his hand through your hair, forcing you up close to his face by your scalp. “You listen to me.” He growled, the heat of his breath warming your face, “No whining, and no disobeying. Got that?” He yanked your hair with the last syllable for emphasis. You let out a weak “Mhm.”
He shoved you to the bed chest-first by your hair, never letting his fingers leave your locks.
“Ass up.” He commanded, you obliged slowly, legs feeling a bit sore from him eating you out.
Hastily he unbuckled his belt before folding it in half, smacking your ass with it leaving a slight red mark. “When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly.”
“Yes Light.”
You yelped as he smacked you again with the belt in the same place, the stinging leaving your ass feel like it was burning.
“Yes who?” He asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Atta girl.” He pushed his khakis fully down before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing his head up and down your slit teasingly.
“Sir please...” You begged.
“Please what? Say it.”
“Please, please fuck me sir. I want your cock, please.”
“Well, only since you asked so nicely.” Light slid himself into you with a groan. Slowly, he rocked himself into you.
“F-faster, please sir. Faster.” You moaned, gripping onto the sheets.
Light obliged right away, almost as if he was waiting for you to ask for it. He quicked his speed, pounding into you mercilessly. He licked his lips, relishing in the loud slew of moans and curses spilling from your mouth as he fucked you.
“Look at you, you fucking slut. Begging for me to go faster. You’re so goddamn desperate for my cock, you dirty whore.”
You couldn’t help but moan at his words, though degrading, the fact that Light liked you at all made you feel worth something. Light Yagami, Kira, the god of the new world, liked you. Though you’d never admit it to the stubborn boy, he could say almost anything to you, about you, and you’d still love him.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He knotted his fingers back into your hair for stability as he thrusted into you even faster, burying himself deep into you.
“Oh my god, fuck, Light- sir, it’s so good.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up once again. “I’m gonna...”
“Do it, come for me angel.” He encouraged, bringing his free hand up to play with your clit. The stimulation sent you over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck you feel so good.” You came loudly, only a little before Light did as well.
L watched Light collapsed beside you on the bed, only the sound of your breathless pants escaping the monitor. “Uh, they’re done, Yagami-san. You can...open your eyes again. Honestly, this security footage may be useless now, at the very least we cannot bring it to court, considering your son and his girlfriend are both 17. Perhaps this was his plan along.”
“You’re saying this makes you more sure he’s Kira?!” Soichiro raised his voice.
“Well, it definitely raises my suspicions.”
Light finally stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans. Before you could pull your bottoms back up, he picked up your panties from the floor, playfully spinning them around his index finger. “You won’t be missing these, will you?” He asks sarcastically, tossing them into the drawer in his bedside table.
“Ah, so that’s what he’s hiding. A valid excuse to not want family in your room but... unexpected, to say the least.” L remarked, still somehow watching the cameras.
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So I write a lot of really weird AUs, how do we get in this mess?
Step 1: Premise
At this point I’ve got a concept. A premise. I’ve got an elevator pitch. Something like “King of the Dead meets person who cannot die” or something. Good, we’re doing great.
This is when we ask an essential question. The only question that matters:
Does this need to be a fanfic or this a piece of original fiction?
Now, obviously, how do you know the answer to that? Okay, let’s walk through it. Something should be a fanfiction for a couple of reasons but, primarily, it’s got to make sense for the canon characters to be in this situation. Now, obviously if they’re volleyball players in the canon it doesn’t ‘make sense’ for them to be a superhero AU but that’s not what I’m saying. The superhero AU is window dressing. What matters is do the character dynamics in the premise make sense for the canon characters you’re using in the AU?
L and Light Yagami are perfect for any kind of enemies to lovers plot because that kind of tension is baked into the canon for them. So any AU where enemies to loves is the trope which is core to the premise? Well, it’s probably a good candidate for a Lawlight AU.
It’s a three-way relationship;
-Your premise/concept has a character dynamic baked into it
-does the character dynamic in the premise make sense for the characters you want to use?
-if yes, use the characters, make the AU.
This can be very obtuse. But you’ve got ask yourself; what are the essential traits of the character and pairing I’m working with? Light Yagami is a bastard. Any AU in which the main character is not at least a little bit of a bastard isn’t going to make sense. You’re just slapping Light Yagami’s face on an original character.
“But Van, I want to write the story!”
Of course, bestie, write the story. Don’t let me stop you!
But if a story makes more sense as an original piece of fiction I think you should try writing it as an original piece of fiction. Because you owe that to yourself. Because you are good enough to write original stories. And fanfiction is a delight and I love it. But don’t be afraid to push outside it.
More than once James has slapped my forehead and said; “that’s an original. Not a fanfiction.” And so I write the original. And it’s given me a lot of new shit I can use for different things. That time is not wasted. I still wrote. I still practiced. I even grew a little.
But that’s just me.
I know fanfiction is very tempting for a lot of writers. It’s great for community and it comes with a built-in audience. But I also know a lot of authors dream about selling their own books someday too. This is one way to start building your foundations. Just feeling out when your voice is supplying a solid idea you should chase. If you’re finding it hard to branch out from fanfiction into original fiction but you want to there are communities which can help support you. Writers groups, Nanowrimo, etc are some good places to start.
Common Traps:
Casting
Don’t fall into the trap of doing a complete cast to cast swap. For example, a lot of writers say; “I want to write a Dorian Grey AU” and then match every character from the fandom they’re writing in to the original cast list of Dorian Grey. This is a trap.
For one thing, no one wants to read a tread for tread rewrite of any classic book or movie. They’d just go consume the original. You will always lose that race. Secondly, that kind of planning takes a lot of time but yields very little in the way of productive results. Some writers world build to stall from actually writing and casting characters in your AU is just another way to stall and feel like you’re making progress when you’re really treading water.
Decide on a premise. Decide “I am going to write a Dracula AU with Death Note characters” and take two or three vital elements from Dracula to form the foundation of your story. Then, adapt the bigger story to fit the new cast you’re using. Inject new things, different things, that are relevant to your new cast and your audience. Make this unique, build on your strengths, develop the tropes that maybe weren’t so interesting to Bram Stoker but which make more sense in this fanfic. Allowing yourself to tell your own story will make your fic stronger and more interesting. People will be more excited to read it if they don’t know what’s going to happen.
World Building
It’s tempting, when you’ve got a really cool setting or universe, to spend a lot of time filling it out with details and lore. This is a trap. It’s safer and easier to world build endlessly than it is to write something people can criticise. World building feels useful. It feels like you’re making progress. But eventually you’re just treading water. You’re drawing plans for a fourth floor for a house that doesn’t even had the concrete foundation down yet.
So when should you stop world building and start writing? Short answer- as soon as physically possible. It should be your aim to put as little time between premise and pen meeting paper as humanly possible. Start with a vibe. Start with a handful of basic rules. You can build as you work and as things become relevant. If you come up with an important factor 2/3rds of the way through that you want to foreshadow much earlier that’s what the second draft is for.
How far is too far?
A little AU is “what if Light Yagami wasn’t wearing his watch in the helicopter?”. It is a deviation from canon. A big AU is “what if Death Note was a space opera?” because it’s a massive deviation from canon.
It’s a sense of scale, temperature even. Now sometimes you might want some strict guidelines about when you should stray from canon and when you should stay faithful. But the simple truth is an audience will be happy to accept almost anything if you can make it compelling enough. It’s not a matter of canon fealty being good or bad, it’s a matter of the story being interesting. Knowing/sensing this is going to be an exercise in trusting your gut and, unfortunately, a lot of trial and error. You’re going to have to be brave and make mistakes.
The Point
The dangerous truth of these pitfalls is that they protect you from the creeping realization that sometimes sets in that you don’t actually have a story.
World building and character casts are fun. But you need to have an actual plotline and a character arc. You need to have something for your characters to do in this world. Not just a portrait of them sitting in it. World building and casting make you feel like you’re getting closer to a plot, but they never really get you there.
This is why ‘Death Note/Harry Potter crossover’ and the ilk are deadly. They give you set dressing before they give you something to say with all that set dressing. And, sure, you can distract with the shininess of a cool setting for a little while but eventually you, and the audience, are going to realize it’s hollow and you have nothing. And, when that happens, we’re bored and immersion breaks.
You want to make a world people want to explore, sure, but we’re not exploring the world. We’re fundamentally exploring a character’s journey through and interaction with that world.
Do you need a plot…?
Yes.
Seriously, yes.
Plot- beginning, middle and end- are the heart of a story. Without a plot you might still have art, but you don’t have a story. You don’t have a narrative. A plot doesn’t have to be conflict based and conform to a 3 Act Structure, there are alternatives, but you need something.
Now plot is a huge subject on its own and if you want a tutorial on plot we’re going to need a few more hundred words. But on the matter of how one acquires a plot—
Basic plot is about needs vs wants. “Character A is [insert], they want [insert] but what they really need is [insert]” if you can solve this equation you’ve got the scaffolding of a basic plot. Because this gives you character and plot is never far behind when that happens.
This, in turn, helps you untangle the age-old question; what details matter and what details don’t? Because if it’s important to the plot then it matters. And if it’s not? It doesn’t. You’re wasting time.
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Owe Me a Coffee
who - gibbs x reader
tw - mentions of sex, fires, blood, beatings, death
an - I took french for two years, but I’m not fluent and had to use a translating app so I hope it isn’t too bad ! Request something as well, I finally got them working :)
uneditied :/
“Damn you DiNozzo,” You cursed, staring at the man and moving your hand to smack him up besides the head.
You couldn’t help but think back to this morning, getting stuck with the annoying, cocky, flirty, obnoxious, co-worker. Doing a undercover mission with him definitely wasn’t your first choice, you’d rather do paperwork at this point.
“Huh?” You looked at Gibbs like he had just said a alien had landed down at the NCIS building asking for you. “You want me with Tony?”
“Yeah, did I say it in some other language? You and DiNozzo are going undercover, found a marine’s wife dead, along with her killers. Abby was able to access their computers and found out they were doing hit man work, and the director wants us to locate their boss. But since the two are dead now, we need some people to go undercover, you two,” He reminded you, reading the case the five of you were all taking on now.
“Oh, ho, ho!” Tony laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him. “Looks like little Y/n finally gets a chance with the Tony master.”
“Tony master? Is that another cocky Tony name to make him feel better about himself?” Ziva wondered.
“It’s what my last babe called me, the master, so why not add Tony in front of it?” He smiled, getting smacked in the back of the head by Gibbs.
“You’ll be undercover, not as yourselves. So, refrain from the names DiNozzo.”
“Got it boss!” He exclaimed, shooting you a wink before you turned back to your computer.
“L/n, Elevator, now.” Gibbs commanded, and you quickly stood up to follow after him.
“Do you ever wonder who Gibbs is getting it with?” David asked, standing beside DiNozzo and McGee as they watched you and Gibbs enter the elevator.
“It’s ‘getting it on with’ and yes, I think we all do.” Tony corrected her. “But I doubt he is, because if he was, he might be happier.”
“Well, just because you go to school, it doesn’t make you smart. A perfect example is you, Tony,” David turned towards the man with a smile and pinched his cheek, Tony slapping the hand away.
“I actually get some, doubt Probie has ever had any.”
“Well, I actually-“
“If you have to say ‘actually’ while talking about sex it’s probably a lie. So, probie, just dream out your fantasies without getting them mixed up with real life,” DiNozzo smirked, smacking his back while moving to his own computer.
You were on the elevator, looking at your boss who clicked the ‘Emergency Stop’ button, causing the transportation to pause its route.
“Yeah, Gibbs?” You leaned onto the back of the elevator, a small smile playing out on your lips as you smiled at the man.
“I’m putting you on because I need someone convincing. So, put on your acting skills and make it work,” He mentioned, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, yeah. I took drama for two years in high school just for this moment,” You joked. “You’re going to owe me a nice, creamed, coffee because of this.”
“And if I don’t? Right now, I’m your boss, I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“Good to know, boss.” You moved in front of him and unlocked the button. “I’ll keep that in mind for my acting, I just hope you don’t mind, boss,” The doors soon opened and you exited, walking into Abby’s area.
“Ah Gibbs! L/n! What do I owe this pleasure?” Abby greeted, taking a large sip of her drink.
“Are you running the prints on the gun found by the female hit man?” Gibbs asked as you took a seat on one of Abby’s chairs.
“Of course!” Abby hopped up and moved over to her machine, pointing to it, showcasing that it was running. “Working on it right now. But, I don’t think you’ll find much luck with it considering it was the same gun used to kill the commanders wife.”
“Well, we don’t know that for sure, so work on that. L/n,”
“But I want to chat with my dear friend before moving on,” You whined, while he shot you a stern look in return. “I’m going,” You quickly stood up, following the man out.
“I want you to go upstairs and get ready with DiNozzo,” He demanded and you just nodded.
“Right. On my way!” You yelled, running to the elevator. “I’m thrilled for this, but even more thrilled to finish this mission and go on a date,”
“Have fun with that.”
“I will! Hopefully Palmer will as well,” The elevator doors shut and Gibbs continued to make his way down to the Autopsy room to speak with Ducky. Now, not to thrilled at the mans assistant.
You arrived back upstairs, looking at the agent who had his feet on his desk and talking on the phone.
“Who is he chatting with? Gibbs wants us ready,” You commented, moving by Ziva and McGee who were watching him.
“Some girl, someone named Louis,” McGee answered.
“That sounds like a older woman’s name,” Ziva added.
“Yeah. Hey, McGee,” The man looked up from where he was watching DiNozzo and turned to face you. “Remember when you gave me food poisoning, and felt so bad you promised you give me a favor. Well, I want to turn that in now,” You smiled at him, writing down a note on a piece of paper and handing it to him.
“What are you up to?” Ziva asked as McGee left the two of you, heading to his own computer.
“Having some fun with a certain co worker who is going to ruin my night,” You got up from Ziva and moved over to DiNozzo. “Who are you chatting with?”
“A babe,” He mouthed, smiling as you could hear the little rambles on the phone.
“Gibbs wants you ready to go in twenty. And I know it takes you thirty to just do your hair, so, maybe you should cut the phone call.”
He put his hand to cover the speaker on the phone, taking his legs off the desk, and leaving in closer to you. “And you need forty to suck in that gut,”
You laughed, reaching over to grab the phone and putting it to you ear. “Tony! I got you your superhero costume, sweetie! We can now go and dress up together, but not in those tighty whities,” You voiced into the phone, slamming it down and looking at his stunned face. “Never comment on a woman’s weight, now, get ready for tonight because I’m not easy to please.”
The man mocked you for a moment and then left his desk, you turning to look back at Ziva.
“Impressive,” She complimented, walking by you and patting your shoulder.
“Thanks, I’m just starting,” You smiled at the girl, grabbing your gun and sticking your knife into the pocket inside your custom made boots.
You soon got yourself ready in a nice short, red dress that fit your body well enough that you were comfortable, and able to hide a knife around your thigh area.
“Ready yet Y/n?” DiNozzo knocked on the door, fixing his tie and suit.
“Wow Tony, you do know how to clean up,” Ziva commented, coming up behind him, in front of the restroom door, with McGee.
“Thank you, Ziva,”
“Well, besides the tag sticking out in the back. Are you really that cheap? I thought you took, uh, pride in your choice of clothing,”
“I don’t see the point on wearing something very expensive to a undercover date,” He told her back.
“You also missed a spot when shaving,” McGee pointed out, pointing to the far right side of Tony’s face.
“Shut it Probie. At least I didn’t need mommy to help me shave in highschool,”
“Abby told you about that?”
“Well, now she did,”
You opened the door and flattened your dress, then fixing a ring on your pointer finger and smiled at the three other special agents.
“Tony, didn’t you need your mom to help you do your laundry in highschool? Not one to speak,”
“You look well. Didn’t know you were even able to-” You whipped out your knife from underneath your dress and pointed it at the man. “You look stunning, great, nice.”
“Looks like you’re on a thin glacier, Tony,” Ziva laughed.
“I think it’s thin ice,” McGee corrected.
“Same thing!” Ziva threw her hands in the air. “Y/n, I didn’t know you had those moves,”
“Yeah, not a lot of people do. I like to hold some secrets with the team, and my past career is one of them,” You smiled.
“Let’s go,” Tony gripped your hand and intertwined it with his. “My love,” He gritted through his teeth.
“Not too convincing DiNozzo,” Gibbs walked over, smacking the back of his head. “You don’t treat a lady like that. Grip the hand like this,” He smoothly let his hand move its way to yours and he gently connected it with yours. “Even McGee knows this,” He smiled at you and let your hand go.
“I-I know how to do it, boss. Just- nevermind,” He grumbled, loosening his grip.
“I’m starving, care to escort me to the car, Armon?” You got yourself ready to take on your character, smiling at the man besides you with one as if you were really happy with the situation you were in.
“Anything for you, Belle,” The two of you made your way out of the building. Your fellow co-workers watched as the two of you walked away, yet, you were both still messing with each other and hitting while walking out.
“My last wife tend to do that,” Gibbs commented, soon making his way after you two to get into his own undercover van.
“Is that a normal thing for American couples?” Ziva asked McGee.
“Well, I’m not sure. But I have seen plenty of married couples do that, so they’ll fit right in,” He answered, the two then leaving as well.
Once arriving to the hotel, you waited for DiNozzo to open your door and grab your hand to lead you out of the car and into the new building. While clutching your purse and waiting behind a few other guests who were trying to get in, you turned to fix Tony’s glasses and clicked the ‘on’ button.
“Looking swell, honey,” You smiled at him as he placed a arm over your shoulder.
“Thank you. I’m thrilled we were able to get these reservations, dinner should be delicious tonight. You’ll be getting the salad, like normal, correct?” He looked down at you and you stepped on his foot as the line moved forward.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I always have the most trouble in heels like these, oh the line, hurry up now!” You voiced, walking into the hotel and following everyone else into the dining area.
“We should look for our names now,” He told you, sneaking up from behind as the two of you searched the tables for little cards with your last names on it. “Bingo! Right next to the Lezarres,”
“Oh and the Garndels are here as well. I’ve heard some things about them,” You added, letting Tony pull out a chair as you took a seat.
The both of you introduced yourself to the other couples and went through the night engaging in some small talk about politics and the food. You and DiNozzo had done a swell job at it and you retreated to the rest room at the end of dinner to hear any new news.
“So, what’s the update?” You asked into the little microphone hidden in your bracelet.
“There’s a hotel room in your name, bought out by your boss and, uh, boss wants you two to stay in there,” McGee told you into the ear piece which was located in your right ear.
“Great, more time with that stupid bastard. He couldn’t shut up about himself at dinner, like always, I’m really contemplating divorce,” You muttered, fixing your lipstick as another woman walked out, moving to wash her hands.
“I know just how you feel, best of luck,” She mentioned before walking out.
“Thanks,” You spoke back to her before turning your attention back to the mirror. “Do we think this boss of mine is going to go after the commander of that wife?”
“Yeah, Gibbs want you to stop him before he does. We have no clue who the boss is but he will be visiting the both of you tonight,”
“Got it,”
“Y/n!” Gibbs spoke now into the earpiece on the other end.
“Yeah?”
“If he got the hotel room, expect it to be bugged. So, you better act,”
“No worries. I’ve had to act in the bedroom before, and past boyfriends sure believed it,” You walked out of the bathroom and stood next to Tony. “Hun, my feet are killing me. I think it’s time we head to the hotel room and rest,” Tony nodded and stood up from his seat. The both of you said a goodbye to the couple and got your key from the front desk, soon getting into the elevator.
“So, a hotel room? Really want to sleep with me tonight, huh?” Tony laughed to himself as you positioned yourself in front of him and kissed his cheek, soon moving your lips closer to his ear.
“Room could be bugged, even the elevator, time to act,” You whispered, pulling back and placing a small kiss on his lips.
“Oh dear, if you really want me no need to ask,” He moved a arm around your waist, pulling you into his side a bit.
“The bags should already be in the room,” You smirked at him, and were soon at your level, the both of you getting off the elevator.
Once getting into your room you took off your heels and placed your bracelet on the table.
“I’m going to take a shower, care to join?” You commented, moving to the bathroom and starting the shower.
“It would be my pleasure,” He walked into the bathroom and started to unzip his pants.
“Babe, be patient,” You slapped his shoulder. “Turn around now, you know how self conscious I am,”
“That’s why I warned you not to eat that cake at dinner, my piece too,” He grumbled, turning around and lifting up his shirt as you took off your clothes and stepped into the shower.
“It was just so good! Being the loving, husband you are, I knew you wouldn’t mind,”
“Yeah, anything for you,” He stepped into the shower while your arms were trying to cover your breasts and vaginal area.
“Don’t look, just act,” You quietly scolded. “And try to cover your, uh,” You subtly moved a finger to point in the downwards direction and he quickly moved his hands there.
“Need another hand to help cover yours?” He joked, moving a little closer.
“I’ll kill you,” You mumbled. “Oh! Armon!” You moaned, Tony sending a sly smile and grunting. “You look like you’re enjoying this,”
“Might want to cover up that breast a little better,” He removed one hand to point at your left one.
“Damn it,” You did just that and reached for a towel which was on the toilet lid. “Ah, soap in the eye,” You voiced louder, just in case the man was listening and skeptical about it. You turned around from Tony and wrapped it around your chest area, then moving both hands to block your other.
“You really think they’re listening to us in here?”
“A good boss would. Especially if he is in this type of business.”
“I hate to know about some of your previous bosses,”
“Oh! Right there! Right there!” You yelled. “Yeah, you would. Most of them are dead though, so you won’t have to worry about that,”
“Old age, huh? What’s with old men being bosses anyways?”
“One was, but that’s not how he died. Man was a perve, had it coming,” You shrugged.
“You killed him?!”
“No, no. Not for that reason,” Tony’s mouth dropped. “Ah!” You yelled loudly, then making your breaths sound loud. “Gosh you are one messy man, good thing we did this in the water,” You smirked at DiNozzo who just mocked you.
“And you still are the easiest to ge-”
“I’m getting out now, you should too,” You removed the towel and let it drop to the floor of the shower, covering your breasts and looking for a robe, soon wrapping it around you.
While leaving the bathroom to grab your shirt and pants you heard the phone in the room start to ring and quickly rushed to it.
“Hello, Belle,” The man on the other line spoke into the phone. You could just imagine what he looked like, some rich guy with a cigar in his hand wanting some job done.
“Bonjour Monsieur,” You spoke, grateful that your mother had taught you french when you were young. “C’est qui je pense?”
(Hello, sir. Is this who I think it is?)
“Oui. Retrouvez-moi dans le salon. À neuf heures,”
(Yes. Meet me down in the lounge area. At nine o’clock.)
“D’accord. Au revoir,”
(Okay. Goodbye)
You placed the phone down, and grabbed your clothes, quickly changing into them as Tony emerged from the bathroom with his wet hair clinging to his forehead and a new, comfortable outfit on.
“Who was that, dear?” He asked, sneaking over by you.
“Un ami,” You smiled at him, tapping his nose.
“Uh, yeah,” He nodded, clearly not understanding and you just tried to stifle a laugh. “You know, grandpa, uh, Gibbs, he wants us to figure out when we should have dinner with him,”
“Ah. How about we go over for a breakfast at nine. He just got his living room refinished not too long ago, correct?”
“Sounds good. And never call me a grandpa again, DiNozzo,” Gibbs spoke into both of your earpieces.
“It’s almost nine already. I should go and ask for a extra pillow, sweetie. Get the bed ready for us, can you?” You grabbed your hotel key and put on your special boots. “No need to dress so fancy for getting something so simple,”
“DiNozzo, go with her,” Gibbs commanded. “David and McGee are heading to the lounge area now,”
“You sure you don’t want me to come with?” DiNozzo asked you.
“I’ll be fine. It’s a silly little pillow, nothing too much,” You kissed his cheek and quickly left the room. While walking down the hallway to the elevator, you took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t being followed.
Once waiting for the elevator, you fixed your boots a bit and entered when the doors opened. There was no one inside, so you pressed the ‘1st level’ button. When getting near the ‘2nd level’ the elevator stopped, indicating someone was going to get on.
It was a staff member in their normal uniform. He smiled at you with blankets in his hand and entered.
“Puis-je vous aider avec quoi que ce soit, mademoiselle?” He questioned, pulling out a gun from his side and opened the elevator door once again for two new men to appear.
(Can I help you with anything, miss?)
“Oui. En me alissa the vivre,” You told him, one of the man entering the elevator and pulling you out, the man in the staff uniform having his gun pointed at you.
(Yes. By letting me live.)
“Tsk. Ne peut faire. Vous souvenez-vous de moi?”
(No can do. Do you remember me?)
“Vous n’avez pas l’air familier,” You spoke, getting dragged down the hallway as someone reached into your ear and broke the earpiece.
(You don’t look familiar.)
“Enough of this french,” The man who was dragging you sneered. “I want to hear this bitch speak,”
“Fine,” The one in the staff uniform sighed. “I don’t think you’re the person we’re looking for. It’s a shame you think we were that stupid to not know what our employees look like,”
“You’re just so intelligent,” You commented, getting kicked in the back of the leg.
“I was speaking. You really played it off, the whole sex thing. But it’s a shame you won’t have anymore time with him, he won’t get his little pillow. At least I won’t have to worry about the real couple anymore, they knew too much and I couldn’t let that get out. All I have to do is deal with you,”
“That will be harder than you think,” You told him, the grip on your arm tightening.
“I’m always a fan of having some fun,”
“They’re going to find the bullet your men used to kill the couple. You knew we were here since the beginning,”
“Correct,” One of the men opened the door and you were led in. “With you posing as the couple, you were able to gain a connection with the couples you were seated with. That way, we could then swoop in and learn more about them, giving us the opportunity to hack into their phone and get the passwords needed,”
“You’re stupid to tell me this. I could’ve figured it out on my own, my team probably already has,” One man then put you in a chair and started to tie you up, the one in the staff uniform kicking you in the gut so you fell backwards.
“Lift her up again. I want to have my fun before she must go, I hope you don’t mind the heat,” The second man lifted your chair up and a few more punches were landed on your body.
“Tu es une racaille,” You mumbled, trying to move your arm in the tight ropes.
(You’re scum.)
“Let’s go,” The head man told the other two. One of them grabbed a gas can nearby and started to pour it on the bedsheets. The head man grabbed a match from his pocket and lit it, throwing it on the bed for the flames to begin. “Au revoir,”
They left the room and you struggled to try and move one arm.
Meanwhile DiNozzo was in the elevator with his gun in pocket, going down to the lounge area.
“Y/n can’t hear us anymore,” DiNozzo voiced into his microphone. “Did she make it to the lounge?”
“No. Damn it DiNozzo, I told you to stay with her,” Gibbs spoke, looking at DiNozzo once the elevator door opened. “David, Mcgee, take the back entrance me and DiNozzo will take the front and head up,” He demanded.
Everyone split up. Ziva and McGee ran to the back to catch two men rushing out. They quickly aimed their guns at them and announced their presence, only to receive some shots at them.
Ziva was able to shoot down on of the men and the other surrendered, McGee cuffing the one and letting a police who arrived take care of them.
“We didn’t call for backup,” McGee muttered to Ziva.
“Yeah, uh, someone called into 911 about a fire,” The police pointed to a window on the hotel building. “People should be evacuating the building now, firefighters are on their way,”
McGee’s mouth dropped as he stared at Ziva.
“How odd it happened tonight,” Ziva mumbled.
“It’s obviously intentional!” McGee exclaimed.
“I know that. I hope those guys don’t die,”
DiNozzo and Gibbs started to rush up the stairs, they could feel a bit of the heat from the room and were able to catch the man in the staff uniform in the stairway.
“Sir, are you alright?” DiNozzo stopped, grabbing onto his shoulders softly. “NCIS,”
“I’m fine, just startled, I need to get out of here,” He waved his hands and tried to slip away from DiNozzo’s grip.
“DiNozzo, that’s him,” Gibbs quickly told the agent who soon put the mans hands behind his back. “Where’s our agent?”
“She won’t make it, a fire like that, no one would,” He smiled and DiNozzo led him down the stairs.
Gibbs continued to rush up them, into the hallway that was catching more and more on fire.
“L/n! L/n!” He yelled, looking around to try and find your figure.
He saw you emerge into the hallway, bloodied and bruised, some of your shirt on fire, and a knife in your hand. He rushed to your side, letting you lean on him.
“Y/n, can you hear me?” He asked and you shook your head a little, letting him fully help you down the stairs and out of the building.
He guided you to the ambulance who tended to most of your wounds, but you refused to be transferred to a hospital.
“You need to go,” McGee tried to convince you, standing by your side.
“It would probably be for the best,” David chimed in.
“Hopefully, they can fix your hair too,” Tony laughed, looking you up and down.
“Damn you, DiNozzo,” You stood and smacked the back of his head, while he just laughed.
“Go home you three, I’ll make sure Y/n gets home alright,” Gibbs came over, waving the three agents off who spared a small goodbye or hand wave. “You ready to go, idiot.”
“I almost died, and you’re calling me a idiot,” You chuckled a little. “Help me to your car?” You asked and he let you lean on him once again.
Once the both of you were in the car it was a very quiet ride. You didn’t talk to each other, just letting silence from the long day overtake each other. He truly was nervous for your safety, thought the two of you hadn’t been dating long he felt a lot of compassion regarding you and wanted to continue your relationship smoothly.
“I really was worried. I told you not to go alone, you should’ve let DiNozzo go with you,” He finally spoke, once you were both in his driveway, sitting in the car, in the dark.
“I’m alive. Just got kicked around a bit, I’m super grateful I always carry that knife in my boot,” You softly told him. “Don’t worry about me too much, I may be younger than you, but I have experience.”
“I know that, just don’t be so stupid last time and take the help.”
“Fine,” Gibbs got out of his seat and moved around to your door, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car. He smiled at the factor of how easily you trusted him to care for you. “I didn’t doubt you would get me for a minute.”
“Good, you should know that.”
“Only because you still owe me a date, and I did say I would let you pick this one out,” You looked up at him with a goofy grin. It amazed him that even with being beaten up a bit, and almost dying in a fire, you could make jokes with him.
“I say we have the little date here,” He leaned down a bit to place a gentle kiss upon your lips, smirking into it a little bit, and then moving the way you were leaning on him so he would be able to pick you up.
“Someone’s excited.”
“Let’s watch a nice movie on the couch. I bought some creamer, so, I can make that creamed coffee you wanted because now I’m your boyfriend but still pissed you made a stupid and life threatening decision in there,”
“Good enough. Palmer will have to wait. Poor kid,” You commented as Gibbs lead you to the couch and helped you rest on it, soon moving to his kitchen to start brewing a pot of coffee.
“That idiot will be fine.”
“Yeah, luckily for him, though I won’t be able to atend, I do have a friend that will,” You smiled to yourself, imagining how that would be going right now.
While you lied on the couch with your boyfriend who was, secretly, doting on you, giving you his undivided attention. DiNozzo was at a bar, chatting with someone while looking around for them.
“She said she would be at this booth,” DiNozzo whispered to himself, wallking to the booth in the corner for where they shall meet. “God, she looked so good in her profile picture, I’m so- Palmer?!”
“Tony?” He looked up from his seat. “You’re Y/n’s friend? I guess I didn’t specify the gender, and she didn’t say a specific name.”
“Y/n? She’s not that good at compute- Damn, probie.”
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“that’s just how it is”
jjk teachers x retired! reader
prologue
warning: jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers
[editing]
13 years ago
‘god, and to think he couldn’t get anymore worse’
y/n l/n. 19 years old. employed as a starting teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, going on 2 years... and is currently watching one of her fellow students, gojo satoru, having... she doesn’t even know what to call it, an awakening? or maybe he’s just that much crazier after he was thought to be killed with a blow to the head. she was a bit surprised to see him standing behind her when she had went to confront toji fushiguro, his alleged killer, as well as the man who killed amanai, the star plasma vessel. he was clearly having what she could call one of his angsty episodes, spouting about how he’s the strongest and throwing in a little comment about how stupid it is protecting the weak here and there throughout his little rampage. gojo happily pranced around waving his arms around with a wide smile and wild look in his azure eyes“throughout the heavens and earth, i alone am the honored one.”
‘a-ah yes, there he goes again.... a bit of a god complex at the moment. i suppose i should stay out of the way. after all...
gojo continued to laugh and spout nonsense, drowning out her thoughts, making her frown in concern,
‘i would probably be the first to die here.’
she winced watching as blows were received and given from both him and the infamous sorcerer killer. in the midst of all this, she had somehow managed to doze off. ‘the star plasma vessel was killed... now what, wait another hundred or so years for another to be born? tengens spell will be even weaker then and-‘ she looked back up after another blast rang out and there was toji fushiguro standing in the smoke, a gaping hole on the side of his body. y/n watched the pain and regret flash through his eyes. he had clearly overestimated himself. him, against the six eyes? he had no chance.
she walked over slowly, her arms raised cautiously. only catching a quiet “...in 2 or 3 years my kid will get sold to the zenin clan. do whatever you want.” he craned his head towards her as he heard her footsteps, before his head slumped over. she put her arms down slowly as she moved closer, nodding over to gojo who stood there staring aimlessly at the man in front of him. his body was still standing. placing a finger on his neck, she felt no pulse. even in death, he didn’t wanna bow down to anyone.
her attention went from the cold feeling on tojis neck to the shuffling of gojo’s feet walking in the opposite direction. “wait, gojo-kun we need to....” he continued to walk away, and she sighed in defeat before making a phone call. ‘he never wants to listen to me anyway.... but what was that earlier?’ speaking to the caller on the other end, she orders for the confirmation of a clean up crew for damages and the body, hanging up after the request was approved. she looked at the body once more, before turning away to catch up with her student.
gojo rubbed his forehead after receiving a flick of your finger. you stood in front of your students, geto suguru, ieri shoko , and gojo satoru, nagging to gojo about not listening to you once more. it had been a year since the incident, and everything was continuing its slow pace back to normalcy.
“and that’s for walking away when i’m talking to you. i get that i’m not that much older than you kid, but at least learn to have some manners or at least like, i don’t know, some kind of restraint or respect when being talked to, especially by me. and no i don’t care that you are stronger than me because at the end of the day i’m your sensei, but please don’t-“
“yeah yeah don’t be like you we get it already, you lazy hag.”
“not WE. IM SPEAKING TO YOU GOJO... and just YOU.”
geto and shoko watched the reoccurring scene in front of them as they sat on cement stairs, stifling laughter from coming out as they watched y/n flick him again, an ‘ack’ slipping out of gojos mouth before he looked away with a pout.
“ now you three, get back to it... i’ll be laying over... i don’t know, i’ll be laying around somewhere but i’ll be watching you.” she said indecisively before glancing over to see shoko and suguru smile and nod, gojo still pouting before looking back towards you. his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving you a clear view of his eyes. you point to your own (e/c) eyes with your fingers, squinting before turning them and thrusting in the direction of a gojos, making it clear that you were watching them closely. in return, she earned an eye roll. the three blinked and once their eyes were open again, she was already gone.
y/n watched from the top of a tall building on the school grounds, her binoculars in her right hand as she laid her head in the palm of her left, laying flush against the roofing tiles. she had done as she said she would and laid, as she said before, “somewhere”, watching her students lazily through her binoculars. she smiled as she watched an eraser and pen being thrown at gojo, before freezing and being bounced away. ‘working on his technique i see, good.... soon he will be the strongest, no, he already is...’ she yawned before placing the binoculars down next to her. for a while now, more precisely a year, she has been watching gojo, her wariness and worry for him growing after the failed mission. amanai had clearly grown on the boys at the time, and it was a bit of a process to deal with them after she had gotten killed. she had remembered gojos words when they had returned, with amanai laying dead in his arms.
“should we kill these guys? if we do it.... i probably won’t feel a single-“
“stop gojo. there’s no meaning in doing that.”
“meaning... is that really necessary?”
y/n looked at him, not knowing what to say next before walking off in the direction they were going, suguru cutting in.
“it’s very important, especially for shamans...”
she noted that he had been very uneasy then and although he hasn’t fully recovered from it now, he was doing much better than before. but her new problem now, was geto suguru. he had been acting a bit strange as of lately, looking almost as if he was thinking over the same thing everyday in his head, being a little too absorbed in his thoughts. an attribute that was very unlike him. she sighed out loud before turning from her side and laying on her back and closing her eyes.
‘hope no one bothers-‘
“hime-sama.”
y/n opened her eyes, letting out a loud groan before snapping her head in front of her. there stood kana, her house attendant, staring down at her with dull eyes, hand over the other lightly in the front of her skirt.
“your family wishes to have you back now”
“....can’t you see i’m busy now. i’m working, now go...and stop calling me that already.”
“... i’m afraid i can’t don’t that hime-sama. well then, i will wait until the end of your shift, then i will bring you back-“
(y/n) stared at her blankly, not listening to anything she was saying before sitting up while shuffling away from her, bringing her binoculars up to her eyes to continue watching her students
‘....those two....goddamn hags.’
“....and what did we say about having sluggish posture (y/n). you’re not gonna be able to find a suitor if you’re gonna act... like some man or something, have some elegance for once. don’t think we are just gonna watch you do whatever you want while....”
(y/n) was currently sat down with her parents, them going on a rant again about her “unwomanly” way of doing things. anything.
she sighed in relief once her mother finished, her father giving her an unreadable look.
this is the (l/n) clan. full of hot headed men who only cared about themselves and power, while the women only cared about submitting to them and having children in order to keep the line going. stiff, strict and bland. that’s how it was. if you weren’t strong, you were useless. if you couldn’t bear children, you were disposed of. the second option being something she didn’t plan on doing in the future. she became a jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher soon after she graduated. she had expected her parents to be furious but surprisingly, they were quite satisfied,
“at least you’ll be useful to the clan.”
she clenched her teeth at the memory as she walked through the halls of the large manor, the moon shining down through the shoji windows. she had planned to go to sleep right after that nice little “meeting” with her parents. she couldn’t stand it, how goddamn stupid the clan was, thinking that they were advancing and getting better throughout time but in truth, they were holding themselves back, committing to the old ways, rules rules rules and more rules. the ground had rumbled quietly but (y/n) ignored it, brows furrowing in annoyance before turning the corner, approaching the door to her room. she notices kana standing beside her door, almost as if she was on guard. she scoffed before ignoring her and putting her hand on the door, beginning to slide it open when she suddenly heard strange noises echoing through the hallway. she stopped and listened, her eyes looking up to kana in question. she only blinked back with wide eyes, giving clear signs of bewilderment.
she grabbed kana’s wrist before making her way back towards her parents room where the sounds came from. they both moved together slowly as soon as they were outside of the door. (y/n)‘s eyes widened, hearing the distressed noises of her mother and naturally on instinct, opened the door immediately… only to be met with the sight of her mother’s shaking erratically on the bed, her father laying face down on the ground.
“(l/n) sama!”
kana had immediately sprinted towards your mother only to be stopped and smashed through the wall to the hallway by an invisible hand. (y/n) stood still, looking back at kana in shock before putting her hands at the ready as she looked around in the room, making her way around the bed before shaking her mother’s arm. no response, but she’s still shaking. “stay calm shit, what the fu-”
“there you are”
she turned around in surprise, only to be grabbed by the neck by a hand with long black nails, threatening to pierce into her neck.
“ahh it’s definitely you. you look JUST like them.”
she choked a grunt while staring at them, panic slowly taking over. it was a curse clearly, but it seemed to be intelligent, a mass of energy emitting from their cloak. ‘a special grade….’ they had a cape on, the sleeves long and loose, a hood covering their face. she couldn’t identify them. she grit her teeth at the hold on her throat. ‘s-strong’
“now as revenge to that pathetic old man on the ground there, you’re going —————. and i will ————, with nobody knowing hehehe. i ————- will be taking over now.”
(y/n) looks at the hooded figure with a confused look, unable to hear what they had been saying.“what- what did you say… get off me, who are you?!?! why are you here, let go!”
she breathed heavily as she wringles in his hold, punching and kicking at them, but they were quick to act, placing two fingers upon her forehead. her movement paused, and eyes widened as she felt energy surging through her, so much she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. she fought to resist the feeling of sleep, using her curse energy to attempt to overpower them but to no avail, as her captor pressed his fingers into her forehead even harder. unable to resist the strong feeling, her consciousness slowly slipped away and anything after that, a blank space.
“so you don’t remember anything…”
“...no.”
“nothing... nothing at all? come on.”
it had been like this for the last two weeks. staff of the school questioning her over and over again, only to get “no”s and “i don’t remember”s from her. she had been informed that the clan was dead. she really couldn’t remember anything. she could tell there was something different about her body, she just didn’t know what. and what happened before she was found passed out on the ground? was it actually her that did that? sure she hated her family and wanted to cut ties with them as soon as she could, but did she actually kill them? she hated this, not knowing things, especially about herself. is there something she doesn’t know? she shook her head, looking back up at the principal. kana was still alive, only managing to get away with a broken shoulder and was standing behind (y/n), a stoic look on her face.
“i already told you, i don’t remember anything…”
he looked at her before rubbing his head, contemplating what to do. kana had looked over at (y/n) to see her staring at her shaking hands. she reached over to tend to her before stopping herself and shook her head before straightening back up. ‘hime-sama...’
“(l/n), i need you to listen to me carefully. you have to....”
she looked up at him with her tired eyes, taking in everything he was saying. what had happened to her body. what was inside her. he was giving her a deal. with a certain condition. after listening to the suggestion in its entirety, her head slowly turned back up, a solemn look on her face. she reluctantly made a choice.
“...alright, fine then.”
prologue ... part i
i feel like this is bad i don’t know. a bit vague at the end i know, but i’m not gonna give everything away in the prologue hehe. i didn’t lie about the 2 chapters but i figured i should make a prologue so that’s what i did tonight. i also forgot to say i did end up changing some things.
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Time of Death
Dr. Derek Shepherd x Reader
Words: 1966
Summary: Receiving the news after coming out of a long surgery, Derek rushes to comfort his fiancé whose sister committed suicide.
Notes: I hope to write some fluffier McDreamy imagines and more for Grey’s Anatomy, but when I got this idea, I had to go with it. This is a very very dark story, so it will not be for everyone, but I really had an interesting time writing it. As always, I’d love to know your thoughts and if you guys are excited for more Grey’s Anatomy imagines.
Warnings: Suicide, grief, guilt (This starts out fast so I’m putting the break at the beginning so if you don’t want to read, you don’t have to.)
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You couldn’t hear them say it but you still heard it in your head. Time of death… You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the clock. Time had stopped. Everything had stopped. As you looked down from the gallery, nobody in the O.R. seemed to be moving an inch. Until Dr. Bailey looked up at you. As soon as your eyes connected, everything started again but it started too fast. Your heart was beating too fast, your legs were moving too fast, the tears were coming too fast.
Your sister was dead. She threw herself in front of oncoming traffic. Her body was so broken that even Bailey couldn’t put it back together. Your baby sister killed herself.
Nurses and doctors alike watched you sprint by. Fellow residents, interns, attendants, all of them watched you run like maniac through the halls of the surgical wing. Of course, you were careful not to be in anyone’s way, but you had to disappear.
“What’s with Mrs. McDreamy?” Cristina asked George and Meridith quietly.
“Her sister just died on the table.” Izzy sighed, having been with you in the gallery. She looked at the floor. “Jumped in front of a car.” The other interns’ eyes widened.
“She killed herself?” Meredith whispered, her gaze following your running form down the hall. “Has anybody told…”
“He’s been in surgery for hours.” Cristina shook her head. “I doubt he even knows she was admitted.”
“Should someone page him? Should someone go get Y/N?” George wondered but nobody moved. They all just looked at each other. Cristina crossed her arms.
“I’ll go. Somebody has to go tell Dr. Shepherd that his future sister in law turned herself into roadkill.”
“No.” Meredith blurted. Cristina’s bluntness was the last thing anyone needed right now. “I’ll tell him.” Meredith and Derek were at least friends. He needed to hear this from a friend.
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Derek smiled as the water ran over his hands. After several long hours, the surgery was a success. The 18-year-old girl was going to be okay. Thanks to him. Another life saved. His smile grew when Meredith stepped into the room.
“Dr. Grey, you missed a pretty amazing surgery.” He beamed. Something about her face was off.
“I’m sure you did very well Dr. Shepherd.” She wasn’t looking at him.
“Meredith what is it?” He dried his hands quickly and followed her out into the hall. Her expression made that cocky smile of his fall. “Meredith?”
“A Cierra Y/L/N was admitted about when you started your surgery.”
“Y/N’s sister?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “It seems that she ran in front of a semi truck. Dr. Bailey did everything she could but… she’s dead, Derek.”
“Cierra… killed herself?” Derek ran a hand down his face. “Does anyone know why? Are they sure that’s what happened? Does Y/N know?”
“We all saw her run down the hallway, so I’d say she knows.”
“Do you know where she went?” He exclaimed, raising his voice. He didn’t have time for the doe-eyed confusion. He needed to know where you were. Meredith just shook her head. He calmed down enough so he wouldn’t yell. “Thank you for getting me.”
He took off, scanning the hall for any sign of his fiance. As he hurried past doctors and patients, he thought of Cierra. He’d never even met her. Sure, you had mentioned that you had a younger sister, but you didn’t say much other than that. But suicide? It was how you lost your mom when you were in medical school. This was going to hit hard and he needed to make sure there would be pieces of you left.
“Dr. Shepherd!” A voice called out behind him. He reluctantly stopped his pursuit to turn to Dr. Bailey. She gave him a sad, grim look. “We did everything we could, but the extent of her injuries… I’m sorry there wasn’t more I could do.”
“Have you seen Y/N?”
“Since she couldn’t operate with us, she stayed and watched from the gallery.” She sighed. She paused for a second before putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think I know where she might have gone.”
Bailey had found you there once before. You’d lost a patient and needed a quiet place to be alone. If there was ever a time you needed a quiet place to go, it’d be now. She brought Derek to a closet on the fourth floor. It was mostly filled with extra linens and paper and such so it wasn’t used often. Bailey knocked on the door, but received no response. Slowly, she opened the door.
“Dr. Shepherd?” She called out into the dark storage room. With still no response, she let Derek pass her.
“Y/N? Honey, I know you’re in here.” His eyes adjusted and he could see a form standing behind one of the shelves in the corner. He exchanged a look with Bailey. She nodded in understanding.
“I’ll go tell the chief. You’ll probably want to be heading home.” As she turned to leave, Derek put a hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you, Miranda.”
The chief resident quietly closed the door behind her and Derek walked further into the closet. The closet may have been small, but you felt far away. Hearing the sound of him approaching, you turned your head.
“Cierra is… she’s- they said that she-” Every time you tried to finish the sentence, your mouth stopped. Like your body was trying to deny what your mind clearly knew. Derek tentatively put his hands on your shoulders. When did he get in front of you?
“I know.”
He pulled you to his chest and you tried not to push away. You wanted to. You wanted to run again. But his arms wouldn’t let you. He kept you from drifting away.
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Chief Webber had all of your surgeries for the next few days rescheduled or taken over by Dr. Bailey. Derek rescheduled the ones that he could, but some of his surgeries were on a time crunch. After he drove you home, he was paged back to the hospital for an emergency. He told you what it was, but you couldn’t remember.
You didn’t even remember the drive home. You remembered the bloody surgical tools and the machines and the clock, but it didn’t have any numbers on it. You remembered running in the halls and Derek finding you in the closet. Now you were home. Now you were alone. Alone with the knowledge that you killed your little sister.
Your brain started a single train of thought. You moved slowly, every motion draining more and more energy out of you, but you still made your way to your closet and found your suitcase. You couldn’t put this much pain, this much baggage on someone with a heart like his. To you, this was mercy.
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When Derek finally returned home, not a single light in the house was on. His shoulders were weighed down as he tossed his keys on the counter. The surgery was a success, but he didn’t feel that usual rush of adrenaline that came from saving a life. He just wanted to get back to you.
He was about to call out for you when he saw something catch the light. Sitting on the kitchen table was your engagement ring.
“Y/N!” He called out, tucking the band into his pocket and ascending the stairs two at a time. He burst into the bedroom and found your suitcase sitting on the bed, clothes hurriedly piled inside. “Y/N!”
Light pooled into the room from underneath the bathroom door and was sure he could hear something inside. Derek knocked lightly before slowly cracking the door open.
“Y/N?” His voice was quieter now but still held the same amount of urgency. You just whimpered in response. He opened the door fully, finding you sitting on the bathroom floor having thrown up any meals you had that day.
“It’s my fault, Derek.” You cried, your voice so low he could barely hear you. “Cierra killed herself because of me. I can’t force you to live with that too.” You pulled your knees up to your chest.
“Honey…” Derek sat beside you, putting on a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. “Cierra was sick. She’d been sick for a really long time.”
“She was sick because I left her.” You spat, jerking away. “I abandoned her when I moved here for my residency. I knew what she was going through, stuck living with my dad, and I went off to medical school anyway.”
“Deciding to make a life for yourself and to help save lives was not abandoning her.” He took your hand in his and this time, you didn’t pull away. “Y/N, you called Cierra every chance that you got. As far as you knew, she was getting help in San Diego. She told you she was getting better. You couldn’t have known how bad it had gotten.”
“Then why did she come here, Derek?” You felt that sick feeling in your stomach turning and twisting again. “Why drive up to Seattle and jump into oncoming traffic close enough to be taken to Seattle Grace unless she blamed me?”
Derek was quiet for a moment. Your body was still shaking from both sobs and from getting sick and you looked desperate for answers that he couldn’t give.
“Maybe she wanted to see you one last time. This was her way of doing that.”
It may not have been the answer you wanted to hear, but it was enough to get you to calm down. Derek shifted so that you were sitting in front of him, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your arms from behind. He gently kissed the top of your head and pulled your ring out of his pocket.
“As for this…” He held the band out in front of you. You just stared at it, laying your head back against his shoulder.
“I was leaving.” You were half packed before your body ached so much it made you sick.
“I noticed that.” Derek blew out a long breath. “You said you ‘couldn’t force me to live with that’. Is that how you think? That leaving will spare me of your faults?”
“I didn’t think that you…” You sighed, trying to collect your reasoning into words. You spun around so you were facing him, holding his hands in your lap. “Derek, you love saving lives. You walk into life ready to save someone else’s. I couldn’t make you look at me everyday knowing that I was responsible for Cierra’s death.”
Derek lifted your hands up to his chest and laid them flat over his heart.
“This day- this tragedy- does not define who you are. You are still the beautiful, talented, brilliant surgeon that I fell in love with. The one I asked to marry me. You will still be that woman tomorrow and the next day and the one after that. And if you ever need reminding I will ask you to marry me every single day until we walk down that aisle together because I’m not backing out. Better or worse.” His gaze searched yours for a reaction. “Okay?”
All you could do was nod and lean back into his embrace. You stayed there on the bathroom floor, his legs on either side of you and your head tilted back against his chest. While Derek’s words didn’t erase everything from that day, they helped to take even just a little of the weight off of your heart. It was enough, at least for now and so you slipped your ring back onto your finger and fell asleep in his arms.
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Hey!
I was wondering if I could request a Rambo x reader set in the first movie, if that’s alright, where the reader sees him walking through town and knows that Sheriff Teasle will try to bully him out of town so she pulls over and lies about them being old friends and then they go to eat or something? And the reader actually treats Rambo like a human being and thanks him for his service to his country when she finds out he is a veteran. Oh and could the reader be female please? Thank you very much! If not then that’s totally fine 😊
And I also wanted to say that your writing is amazing!!! And the reason I ended up watching Rambo in the first place 😆
Hope you have a great night/day!
Nfhfhhhf thank you so much! I'm so glad you like my stuff! And I got you into Rambo? Hell yeah!😂 I liked this request a lot, so I hope I've done it justice!
Respect Me.
John Rambo (First Blood) x reader
Warnings: mentions of war, mentions if death
Masterlist
For once, the truck sound system seems to be playing the tape flawlessly, lacking the usual stuttering and skipping it generally likes to include in the soft flow of music. Idly, I tap my fingers along with the gentle beat, the steering wheel moving easily in my grip as I guide the beaten pick-up truck out onto the main road, falling in line with the other traffic around me. The vehicle shudders a little as I change the gears, the old truck having never liked to do anything it should do, slowly moving into a more sustainable pace as I lean back in my seat, keeping my eyes trained on the road, with a half-eye kept on the sidewalk and nearby shops. A few Christmas decorations adorn the homely stores, though it's mostly left dull and bleak, as this town always has been. Once again, I find myself wishing I could just move away from here, start a new life somewhere else.
Ahead of me, the traffic slows, allowing someone to turn into the main flow, giving me the time to glance out of the window, scanning the sidewalk a little way away. Oddly, a familiar police vehicle has pulled up just past a nearby junction, the driver leaning out of the window to talk to someone on the pavement, who I have yet to be able to see. The car is Sheriff Teasle's, the knowledge of which does not sit well with me - If he's pulled someone over, it's not for a good reason.
Checking my mirrors, I indicate off towards the sheriff, leaving the main flow as I follow the curb round, finally able to see who Teasle is talking to. Just as I feared, it looks as if he's pulled up a random person for yet another unfair interrogation. Frowning, I regard the solemn-looking man with interest, trying to ignore the part of me that finds his somewhat crooked features incredibly attractive, taking note of his obvious vagrancy: his hair is long and shaggy, clearly being left uncut for months on end, his dust-strewn parka and faded jeans showing signs of constant wear. From what I can see, Teasle is questioning him, most likely about the guy's purpose in Hope, though he doesn't seem particularly open to this encounter. Making up my mind, I cross my fingers and hope my plan now works.
Pulling up beside the two, I stop the car and climb out, plastering on a convincing grin as I go towards the dark-haired man, greeting him as I go.
"John! I didn't realise you were in town! You should've said something!" I exclaim, pleading the man with my eyes that he'll play along, though it's somewhat unlikely.
He gives me a shocked look, head snapping round at the sound of the name, hard eyes fixing on me with suspicion and hostility, the severity of the expression sending a shudder down my spine. Teasle also looks to me, frowning.
"And to think you were left to walk along here in the cold! Jeez, you really should have called or something, I could've picked you up!" I carry on, praying that he picks up the cue, "Oh, hello there, Sheriff, how are you?"
"Not bad, thanks." Teasle replies tightly, glancing between the man and I, "You know this guy?"
"Oh, yeah. John is a family friend." I lie, smiling brightly at the man in question.
"Yeah, it's been a long while, but I thought it was time to visit again." The man finally chips in, his husky voice stirring up butterflies in my stomach, "Wanted to keep my visit a surprise, though."
"Ah, well! You're here now, at least I can give you a lift back to mine." I offer him, ignoring Teasle's sceptical look.
Giving me a taut smile, which looks more like a grimace, the man steps towards me, shooting the Sheriff a glance as he goes. Doing the same, I smile pleasantly at Teasle, and say my goodbyes, climbing back into my car as my new passenger joins me, sliding cautiously into the seat beside me. Quickly, I pull back out into the traffic, heading away from Teasle as swiftly as possible.
"Thank you for doing that." The dark-haired man murmurs after a moment, his hands clenching around his knees as he forces himself to look out of the windscreen.
"No problem. Teasle's an ass at the best of times, best just to stay away from him." I muse, "Do you want something to eat? There's a good place just down the road from here."
Turning to face me, the man frowns and watches my face, as if for signs of deceit, his quiet nature giving me the impression that he's probably quite acclimatised to being treated as such.
"How do you know my name?" He eventually asks, voice quiet.
Now it's my turn to frown as I glance across at him.
"I don't."
"You called me John earlier. How did you know that's my name?"
Surprised, I double take, now realising how sketchy that must look.
"Your name is John? I had no idea! That's a lucky coincidence, clears up confusion later." I chuckle dryly, "Honestly, I picked the first name that came to mind. I had no idea that it's your actual name."
He watches me for a second longer, eventually appearing happy with my response, looking away again.
"What's your name?" He asks me after a further minute.
"Me? I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."
"John Rambo." John nods, flicking some hair from his face, "And if you're still offering, I'd like to get something to eat, please."
"Of course."
Pulling up to the diner, I park the car, climbing out as I check the cash I have on me, deeming it enough for two decent meals and some drinks, hoping that it won't be too busy at this time of the day. John follows me, leaving his bedroll in the car as we walk into the small restaurant, finding a seat at one of the window booths, sitting opposite each other. He's quiet, scanning the room as soon as he's sat down, body stiff as he unzips his parka, revealing a red woolen jumper underneath. What strikes me most, however, (apart from the obvious planes of rippling muscle) are the silver dog tags hanging around his neck, jingling every so often as he moves.
A waiter comes over to us, handing us menus with a false smile, leaving us alone together again until we've ordered drinks, at which point he returns with the beverages. Stepping away again, John and I are left with some privacy. At this moment, I take a breath and ask him the one question on my mind.
"If you don't mind me asking, are you a soldier?"
John visibly stiffens, eyes hardening a little.
"I was." Is all he says, tone flat.
"Did you serve in Vietnam?" I ask, unable to stop myself as my curiosity gets the better of me.
Once again, John seems reluctant to answer, and instantly starts to glance around, clearly watching for an escape route.
"Yeah." He affirms, gaze returning to me.
Shock fills me at this: I'd heard horrible things about the Vietnam War, about how the soldiers (on both sides) faced terrifying situations that I'd never dream of, my heart stuttering at this admonition.
"Really? That's...wow, that's…" I go to say something, finding myself speechless as I stare at the man before me, admiring him now in a totally new light, "God, you must be a strong person."
He blinks.
"Huh?"
"Well, you've done what I'd never be able to do, you've faced deadly situations, you've probably been in harrowing conditions and fights, I'd never have the strength to do what you did. Very few people do, so you must be a very strong person, mentally." I tell him, still in shock, "You definitely did the country proud, and I respect you for everything you've done. Thank you for that."
He stares at me in shock, eyes wide, lips parted.
"You...What?" Is all he manages, voice hitching.
"I respect you, and admire your bravery. You're a better person than any of the rest of us ever could be." I repeat, smiling gently at him.
For a long moment, he doesn't say anything, his expression remaining as it is, his body tense as he processes what I've said, clearly not quite believing me.
"You...respect me?" He stammers, quietly.
"I do." I nod, taking a sip of my soda.
"Thank you." John murmurs, pulling a face as he looks away, "You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what kinda things I've done."
"What you did isn't relevant to me, only that you served the country, and you did it with bravery, so for that, you have my respect." I reassure him, telling him the truth.
John stays silent this time, apparently too overcome for words.
"Do you...do you need somewhere to stay?" I finally break the silence that has descended on us, tapping a rhythm out onto the table.
"No, but I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have, so don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." The veteran shrugs, still a little taken aback.
"You're not inconveniencing me, I wouldn't ask if you were. I have space in my house if you want to take it." I offer him, once again smiling across at him.
For the first time, John smiles at me, his features loosening as the expression crosses his face.
"I'll take it."
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Heyyyyyy hiiiiii hope your having an awesome day drinking that water getting hydrated 😗. I was wondering if you could do a Law Angst alphabet please. But only if you feel up to it and have time. If you don’t feel free to ignore or do it later here now have a cookie 🍪 because your awesome 😊
Angst Alphabet - Trafalgar Law
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A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)
He would only blame himself if any of his actions led to the accident that caused your death (we’ve seen him blame himself for that very reason about Rosinantes death). If his actions weren’t directly correlated to your death in any way then he would not blame himself, though he would kick himself for not being able to help you in time. Other than that, Law is painfully aware of the harsh reality that is life.
B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)
Law would break up with you in a seemingly emotionless way. He’d mask his true feelings, while telling you a whole bunch of excuses why the two of you could no longer be together. He doesn’t believe any of them, but he’s got to do what he’s got to do.
C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)
I feel like I’ve used this one in a few other character alphabets but it really applies to Law too. He would cause you to stress and panic so much over his health and wellbeing. He’s a literal doctor. He should know to take better care of himself, but he just doesn’t seem to care about himself the same way you do. So it isn’t until you’re crying in front of him, spilling your heart out about how concerned you are for his safety that he realizes his health is important to more than just himself.
D-Death (how would they react to your death?)
My god, if Law was to lose another person that he loved, he literally would never want to let himself get close to anyone ever again. Your death would be it for Law. He’d basically be on the verge of giving up himself. What other reason does he have to go on.
E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)
He tries to hide every emotion. Law doesn’t like to be too open, out of fear of people using it against him or it simply being too much of a sign of weakness. So, very rarely does he let his emotions show. He also tries to divert attention away from himself in hopes that people won’t focus on him or his emotions for too long.
F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)
This was covered in his fluff alphabet! But here it is again:
Your fights tend to be pretty short lived resulting in forgiveness and apologies from both sides relatively quickly. He really doesn’t like to stay mad at you for too long – he’d much rather have you two on the same page.
Most fights are caused by stress and concerns of health and safety, so Law does a lot of eye rolling and using his title as a ‘doctor’ as justification that he knows what he’s doing so you just need to chill – but like I said these fights are very short lived.
G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)
Law will never forgive himself for Rosinantes death. He will forever feel responsible for his death – it was all his fault. If only he hadn’t given that note to Vergo, then Rosinante would still be alive. He died because of Law’s incompetence (at least that’s what he tells himself).
H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)
During a break-up Law would act pretty normal. He wouldn’t behave any differently until he’s left alone. Only then would he let himself go and truly feel that heartbreak.
I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)
Thanks to the doctor in him, Law is able to remain calm. He can keep his composure until he administers whatever treatment necessary. That’s not to say he isn’t worried though. He’s just capable of focusing on the injury right in front of him.
Only once he is certain that you are stable does he (or potentially his crew) go and hunt down the cause of your beating.
J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)
When Law does get jealous (which is rarely), he gets quiet. His fists clench a little more, and his frown deepens. He also speaks less than usual (which is already pretty hard to beat). He only gives you short snippy replies until he eventually gets over it.
K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)
Law would kill for revenge, yes. He literally wanted to kill Doflamingo as revenge for Rosinante. However, it was in Law’s plan that Kaido would be the one to kill Doflamingo (after they fought) – so I believe that is how he’d kill for revenge as well. He would devise a fool proof plan (okay maybe not fool proof, bc if the straw hats are involved who knows what could go wrong).
In short, yes. Law would kill for revenge.
L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)
This poor man has suffered so much loss in his life that it’s actually really difficult to choose which would be his greatest loss. He lost his entire family as a young boy while also having a shortened lifespan himself. Losing his family, and the realization that he only had a few more years to live, really made him lose his will to live a good remainder of his life. Young Law literally became a pirate.
However, he did meet Rosinante (Corazon) and he gave him another reason to live. Furthermore, Rosinante actively sought out a cure for Law so that he could continue to live a long life. Basically, Rosinante became a father figure/older brother to Law. So, losing him – another ¬person he loved so dearly – would have been beyond devastating.
M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)
There was one day where he spent the entire day ignoring you. It was completely unintentional. His mind was swarming with plans and all this other information that has just come in. He got so immersed in it that he didn’t talk to you or tell you what was going on for a whole day.
N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)
Nightmares are one of the many reasons Law hardly ever sleeps. He’s haunted by his family’s and Rosinantes deaths. His nightmares get particularly bad around the same time each year (that is, around the time of year that they died). He wakes up trembling and on the verge of tears (but he never lets them fall). Instead of even trying to go back to sleep, he’ll make himself a nice hot cup of coffee and immerse himself in a book or work of some kind – anything to avoid going back to sleep and risking a re-run of that horrible nightmare.
O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)
Sometimes his exhaustion catches up to him and other times its all the stress building up that finally he snaps and all the emotions are too overwhelming that he just directs it to the nearest outlet, which just so happens to be you.
P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)
You walked in on him absolutely breaking down over Rosinante. One evening Law retreated to his room while you and the rest of the crew were eating and drinking. He didn’t think you had noticed him leave, but soon you were following after him. You opened the door and found him breaking down in the middle of the room. You completely forgot that it was the anniversary of Rosinantes death. It was the first time you had seen him this distraught and it broke your heart.
It really cemented into your brain that no matter how tough he may look, he still suffers (probably more so than anyone). But, you were also grateful that you were able to see him like that, as it allowed him to start relying on you a little more.
Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)
His inability to openly express his emotions. Sure, now he will share with you how he is feeling, but that is with you and ONLY you. He still insists on keeping everything else bottle away from the rest of the world which is a really unhealthy way to deal with things. It’s not that you dislike being there for him, in fact, you appreciate how trusting he is with you. It’s just, what if there comes a time where you aren’t around and he’s in desperate need of someone to confide in?
R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around)).
Law would wait until he was 100% certain you returned his feelings to confess to you. So, if you were to reject his confession he would be really confused for a while. He’d let it go because well, everyone has their own reasons – its not his place to tell you how you feel. All he can do is tell you how he feels and then the rest is up to you.
S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)
He has no self-inflicted scars, and to my knowledge he has no battle scars either. But, his arm did get cut off and then reattached during the Dressrosa arc, so it actually is likely that there is a remaining scar from that (although I’m not certain).
T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)
Nope not at all. In fact, the only instance in which he would possibly break your trust, or lie to you, about is when he went to Punk Hazard and sent his crew to Zou. Some would assume that he wouldn’t tell you his plan out of fear of your safety, but that’s not true. He had to tell you. You taught him to be open and honest, and to trust. So that’s exactly what he did.
U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)
Law has gotten so comfortable around you that whenever you aren’t there, he gets unbearably anxious. Your presence is soothing, even if he can’t see you, even if he can only hear your voice echoing throughout the Polar Tang, it’s enough to put his mind at ease. So, if you are separated for a while… oh boy does he want to see you badly.
V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)
He tends to yell at you. He tells you to “piss off” and that “you’re only being a nuisance right now”, despite you only wanting to help him.
W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)
Not being able to control things makes Law feel really weak. Weak may not be the right word, but it definitely makes him feel unprepared. He doesn’t like when things are out of his control and he can’t account for things. Which is usually why he always does extensive research and preparation before constructing a well thought out plan.
X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)
Well, I mean other than his obvious hatred of bread, Law also really hates when he works extremely hard on formulating a plan only for it to be completely thrown out of the window by a reckless straw hat wearing captain and his entire crew. (and somehow everything still ends up working out!!! That is the part that frustrates Law the most HAHAH).
Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)
One of the only things he’s ever really wanted was for Doflamingo to be taken down. He’s been partially successful in that sense, seeing as Doflamingo is in prison now. However, he wants more than that. He wants Doflamingo to suffer the same way he has.
Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)
It may seem a little out of character but… I believe Law would be borderline desperate/inconsolable. There would be a lot of clinging on to you, begging you not to leave him like everyone else he’s ever loved. He can’t handle another person leaving him, it’s too much. It’s far too much.
He wouldn’t cry (just yet), but his voice would tremble, and his hands would be shaking. His mind would be racing with all sorts of theories and possible ways he could save you. How could he possibly prevent the inevitable?
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The Ant King
Note: Huge thanks to Bittydragon for inspiring me to write this. I’ll be honest, this is the first fic I've ever actually written, as well as the only piece of creative fiction I've written in like two years so… fingers crossed it goes well hahaha.
TW: tight spaces, darkness, uh,,, bugs i guess. Near death experience
There are things you have to know about ants when you get an ant farm. Basic fundamentals. What to feed them, how to keep them alive, what type of ants you have, etcetera. Even if your intentions were… torturous. After all, you need to know what makes something tick in order to make it stop.
One of the more common facts about ants is that every colony has a queen. She orders her ants to keep her alive so she can make more ants. Simple biology, the continuation of a species. Every nest has a queen, or it dies.
Apparently, this colony didn’t get the memo.
These thoughts buzzed in grumpy circles around Wilbur's’ head as he followed his ant companion, Tommy, deeper into the ant-farm. They had been wandering these tunnels for what felt like days now, in the center of the farm so there were no glass barriers to show the outside world. They were deep too. Almost at the bottom of the compound. Wilbur was not one to show fear, but even he was beginning to get claustrophobic.
Tommy, who up until now had been jabbering like a toddler the whole trip through the ant-farm had also gone uncharacteristically silent. The whole trip Wilbur had wanted nothing more than a few seconds of quiet from him, but now he missed the carefree noise.
They were on their way to see the ant King. A type of ant that, as far as Wilbur knew, didn’t exist. So either they were on a wild goose chase, or Will was way out of his depth.
The further they went, the more he was convinced it was the latter.
“Tommy do you-” Wilbur paused, his echoing voice in the tunnel almost felt like a taboo. An affront to the maddening silence that stalked them. He lowered his voice.
“Do you think… Will I ever get back to normal? Will the ant king change me back?” He hated that little quiver in his voice. He hated the uncertainty. The waiting.
Tommy continued to march forward silently, pondering the question.
“I dunno big man, I think you’ve changed heaps since you got here.” He turned his head to flash Wilbur a grin “Then you’ll be out there and all nice n shit. It’ll be poggers.”
The tunnel was dark, but not dark enough to hide the flash of uncertainty in Tommy’s eyes.
Wilbur's heart sank. “Thanks mate.” He mumbled, and they trekked on, once more in silence.
By the time they saw light, it felt like they had been walking for days. Wilbur was almost glad he was about to meet possibly one of the most powerful ants in this colony. They rounded one last bend, and they were there.
Before them stood a huge double door set in the wall. Two vines with some kind of glowing fruit framed the door, shedding light on the small space. In front of the door, leaning on a spear made from a twig was another ant with a pair of large white rimmed goggles.
“Well… This is it I guess.” Wilbur muttered. He cleared his throat “Hey, um. I-i’m here to have an audience with the King? If that's alright.”
The guard ant didn’t respond, continuing to stare at them with no discernible expression.
“H-hello?” Wilbur glanced at Tommy, who shrugged.
“Excuse me? Anyone home?” Wilbur snapped his fingers in front of the ant's face.
He seemed to startle slightly, before slumping down a bit and letting out a loud snore.
“What the fuck” Tommy said.
Before anyone could do much of anything, one of the massive double doors creaked open and a voice came through.
“George, I swear if you fell asleep again, I'm going to rip off your antenna and use them as- oh.”
Another ant entered the room, this one also carried a twig-spear and had a strip of white cloth tied around his forehead. As soon as his gaze landed on Wilbur, his expression soured.
If looks could kill… Wilbur thought nervously
“It’s you” The new ant spat “Took your sweet time getting here Soot. Earthquake slow you down? Didja get a taste of your own medicine from your big pals out there?”
Wilbur pursed his lips, and the ant snorted. “Yeah. Thought so.” He walked forward and gave George a hard shove, sending the other ant sprawling with a startled yelp.
“Sapnap what the hell?!” He snapped, before spotting Wilbur and Tommy. “Oh hey. That guy is here.”
“Yeah he’s here, idiot.” Sapnap smacked George over the head with his spear “And we would have known a lot sooner if you hadn't fallen asleep on duty again!”
“OW! Sapnap stop! Get off me!”
Wilbur cleared his throat, drawing their attention “Sorry to interrupt, but me and my friend have been walking for a long, long time, so could we please have an audience with the King?”
Subpoena glared “Yeah. He’s waiting for you. Against my advice, he wants to see you.”
Oh. That… didn’t sound great.
Wilbur tried not to think about the implications of that statement as he approached the double doors. Tommy moved to follow, but was stopped by the guards.
“Hey!” He groused “Let me through dickheads!”
“I'm afraid the King only wants an audience with the great and powerful Wilbur Soot” Sapnap said with a smirk.
“But I want to go too! Let me in! You stupid ugly bitch ill fight you! You may have a fancy stick but just wait until I pull out my knife-gun!”
“Tommy its fine.” Wilbur interrupted “I’ll be fine mate, promise. Just wait here. I wont leave without saying goodbye.”
The last thing he saw was Tommy’s antenna drooping sadly, before the doors swung closed behind him.
If Wilbur thought the tunnel was dark before, that was nothing compared to the room he was in now. The darkness was so thick, so absolute, that it made no difference if his eyes were open or closed.
“Hello?” Wilbur called “Uh… your majesty? I was told that you wanted to see me.”
His voice echoed slightly in the huge space, but there was no reply.
Wait. What was that? Something rasped ever so slowly across the opposite wall. Something big. As it moved, the moss where it had been standing glowed a dull green.
Bio-luminescence Wilbur reasoned. Trying to distract himself from the fear creeping up his spine. Touch activated, it seems.
He swallowed dryly “L-look, just tell me what you want. I’m not here to cause trouble”
The thing moved again, its raspy scuttle reverberated through the chamber.
“Wilbur Soot, not here to cause any trouble” A thoughtful voice hummed from the dark “Now that’s a first.”
The bio-luminescent moss was lighting up more of the room. If he squinted, Wilbur could make out a... leg. Probably.
Wilbur inches slowly to the side, the moss lighting up his own path. “Okay, I get it, I've done morally questionable things in the past, but I've learned a lot from my time here. I’m sorry.”
“For now” The voice replied. The thing was moving on the other side, matching him step for step. “What's to say you aren't faking remorse to get out of here? And maybe you really are sorry. How can I be sure you wont change your mind the second you're back to normal? It's too much of a risk.”
Wilbur continued to back away nervously “Your majesty-”
“Please, call me Dream. Everyone else does.”
“Right… Dream. I can say with 100% certainty that won't happen. I've seen people die in front of me. That’s enough to change anyone's stance on something.”
“And yet I'm still not convinced.” It was moving faster now, scuttling across the floor, walls and even across the ceiling. Wilbur's head spun with the motion. “And since we’re talking in hypotheticals, riddle me this: Whoever said I was going to let you out anyway? What if I just like to play with my food?”
Dream stopped suddenly, rearing over Wilbur, and with all of the lit up moss, he got his first proper look.
This ant was huge. Twice- no, at least three times the size of Wilbur himself. He looked a bit like a centaur, with a human torso connected to a pure white and thorax and abdomen.He also wore a strange white mask with a blank eyed smiley face drawn on.
Two huge claw arms- similar to those of a praying mantis- extended from Dreams waist and slammed into the dirt either side of Wilbur, startling him enough that he fell onto his ass. The king leaned forward with that lifeless grin, and Will closed his eyes, preparing for the end.
“But…” Dream said thoughtfully “A proper experiment should account and test for all variables, shouldn't it?”
“Y-yeah generally” Wilbur stuttered
“Oh good.” Dream hoisted him roughly to his feet. “I’m glad I asked you. After all, you know all about experiments, don’t you?”
Wilbur chose not to answer, glowering at Dream as the eyes on his mask briefly glowed a dull green.
A moment later, Sapnap and George marched in, dragging a cussing and struggling Tommy behind them.
“YOU STUPID MOTHEFUCKERS!!! Let me go or ill get married in rage!! Fuck you and-! Oh. wow that is a big fella.” Tommy stopped and stared in awe at Dream
“Sapnap, give Wilbur your spear.” Dream ordered.
A flicker of doubt crossed Sapnaps face but he obediently shoved the spear into Wilbur's hands.
“I’ll make you a deal, Wilbur Soot.” Dream purred, circling him. “I will let you go to your old life. You can do whatever you like; kill us, torment us, throw us away… it doesn't matter. All you have to do is kill one ant.” He gestured to Tommy.
“What?” Wilbur whispered.
“WHAT?!” Tommy roared “fuck you! I'm not your dumb-ass pawn, I'm going to kill you! Rrrrrrrrrrr!” he writhed, attempting to bite George who did a surprisingly good job of holding him still.
“Go on.” Dream cooed “It's just one insignificant ant standing between you and freedom. You've killed hundreds. What's one more?”
Spear in hand, Wilbur took a hesitant step forward.
Tommy's gaze snapped up “Wilby?” He asked, his struggling pausing for a moment.
Their eyes met, fear clashing with sorrow. Tommy seemed to see something in Wilbur's expression and hung his head in defeat. As if he had expected Wilbur to betray him.
Oh hell no. Fuck that. Wilbur angrily tossed the spear aside.
“No. I won't.”
“What?” Dream spat
Wilbur rounded on him “No! I won't kill him! Keep me here, kill me, hunt me for sport, whatever! Just leave him out of this! Tommy has been nothing but nice to me since I met him, even though it don't deserve it!” He rubbed his arm. “God knows I don't deserve it.”
“Hmm…” Dream hummed “Are you sure, even if it costs you your life?” One of Dream's massive claw arms grazed his side, a subtle threat.
Wilbur looked over at Tommy, who had a look of hope on his face.
“Yeah.” Will smiled, “I'm sure.”
I probably could have written more, but i wont. I hope you like this fic bitty! Thanks for reading :)
Edit: Fortune, this is amazing! Like, I hadn't really thought about this encounter in a lot of detail, but I honestly like this a lot! And Dream being a big boy since he's the king ant. Just yes. Thank you so much for this.
#submission#fan work#tiny!tommy#tiny!wilbur#tiny!dream#tiny!sapnap#tiny!george#giant!dream?#maybe?#mcyt gt#thank you again!#betmyfortune
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