#a man feeding a cat by unknown

[chiumii]

SIZE ~ (true form) sukuna x reader ౨ৎ .⋆。⊹ 18+

thinking about kuna with a size kink....... is not good for my mental health omg. sukuna has been stalking you for what seem like years. Watching you when you walk to class, going out with your friends, heading to work,,, and who you fuck yourself late at night. You've always had a feeling as if you were being watched for the last couple years. An unknown darkness that follows you around. It should have scared you away,,,, but you couldn't help but give into your sinful desires... especially on the night that this darkness comes to pay you a little visit.

word count: 7600 sukuna x reader smut. size kink,,, obviously. dumbification, fingering, slapping, overstimulation, heavy smut, corruption kink, stalking, voyeurism, breeding, monster fucking, heavy CNC. Double penetration. Perv! Monster! Stalker! Sukuna x Innocent! reader (I have a problem). True form sukuna smut (yes, we get a double dicker sandwich).

Sukuna always knew that he had a size kink, he just never acknowledged the fact until he met you. You were so small compared to him, it was like you were just a measly doll, a puppet. So pretty, so small, and so, so very innocent. He almost felt guilty for the things he fantasizes about doing to you. almost.

He additionally almost felt a little guilty for how many times he'd watched you masturbate through your window late into the night. The sounds you make while touching your pretty pussy were the only thing that calmed him after a long and stressful evening. He had been doing this for a while. Watching you, that is. He liked watching you get dressed for the day, guessing what makeup style you were planning on doing, the little pop you did with your lips right after you applied your lip gloss. It should be disgusting how many times he's rubbed one out to the sight of you popping those pretty pink, full glossy lips. but he didn't care nor did he feel a tinge of disgust towards himself.

He enjoyed all the times he's watched you walk to and from your little cafe job down the street. How your routine consisted of grabbing a coffee at a different spot despite being able to make yourself a free one at your place of work. How you would play with and feed your cats before heading out for the day.

He also enjoyed the days where you went out with your friends to the mall to shop, or to a restaurant for girls night. He especially liked it when you and your girls went out for dinner. All the cute and godawful tiny dresses you found yourself wearing always just about make him lose his cool. The only thing he hated about girls night out was the fact that you knew you were sexy, meaning men swarmed around you like vultures, eyeing you like a piece of meat. It made him want to bend you over the nearest table and fuck you right in front of everyone.

Sukuna owned you, he just hasn't put the collar on you yet.

Tonight was one of those nights where you went out with your girlfriends. Your hair was done up all pretty and your makeup took you hours to perfect, but it was all worth it for the evil, thigh clasping presence you felt in the dark corner of the club you were in. Your glossy lips were a tint of pink and your cheeks matched the deep red of the short dress you were wearing. The familiar dark energy seemed to be radiating all around you, more than normal.

He knew you couldn't see him, but sukuna stood at that corner of the room, hidden away from all the humans, his eyes locked onto one. Sweat glistened on the top of your breasts, and your lips seemed more plump than normal. But the thing that was driving him crazy was the fact that one man couldn't seem to leave you alone. he kept coming up to you in desprate search of starting a conversation, shamelessly eyeballing your prominent curves and licking his lips. sukuna wanted to explode his head right then and there for trying to seduce his woman. And what pissed him off even more was the fact that you were actually playing into it.

You kept making small touches to the mans arm whenever he said something "funny" and you bit your lip whenever he complimented you. But sukuna knew that your laugh wasn't genuine and your smile was a fake. He knew the real you. Of course he did. He'd been stalking you for months, if not years. he made his claim a while ago, and he wasn't gonna let some scrawny low life steal his property with a couple sad jokes.

Your smile faltered just a hair when you felt the dark presence leave the club. It was almost like a warm blanket had been ripped off of you. Your eyes seemed to glaze over, which led the random man to ask if you were okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just feel sick for some reason" your response was an obvious lie, but apparently good enough for the man to believe.

"oh, are you alright, would you like a ride back to yours?" He asks, and to be completely honest, kinda made you cringe. Of course you didn't want a ride because the only reason you were talking to him was to make whatever was watching you jealous.

Sukuna found interest in you because of your innocence. But oh was he in for a surprise. You knew something had been following you, you knew it had been watching you whenever you touched yourself late at night. You've felt it since the very beginning.

its like you had your own curse.

You should have told somebody when the red flags started popping up out of nowhere; they started out small, ranging from your couch pillows being moved around, then progressed into things like your favorite pair of panties going missing, then to things that freaked you out, like waking up to your bedroom window being open in the morning even though you know for a fact that you had closed and locked it. You should have moved apartments. You should have done something when this started happening.

But you didn't. And it made you sick. Getting off on the fact that you knew you were being stalked by whatever was hunting you.

And the fact that you were upset that the mysterious darkness had left proves just how disgusting you actually are.

"guys, I think im gonna call a cab, I just got hit with a wave of sickness and I really just wanna go home and sleep" you told your friends after shooing off the man you had no interest in.

"omg girl are you okay? of course go home and rest im so sorry!" one of your friends said right after taking her 4th shot.

"yeah im fine, just not really feeling it"

"text me when you get home!"

Staring at the dark yet lively city lights flashing by you, you kept thinking about the little stalker you seem to have. You thought it was weird how turned on you got just from an energy, from a presence. You've never felt so.. needed. so, praised ?

No man, or woman. Has ever given you so much confidence, if that's the right word. And because of that, you've never felt another human beings intimate touch. You only want its touch. Whatever it is.

Sukuna knows what he does to you. He could basically see it radiating off of you. How much confidence you gained and how well you hold yourself. And he'd never been happier to be the one gifting you that grace. That's actually the main thing that peaked his interest about you. The way you held yourself throughout life. Nothing could stop you from getting what you want, and he admired that. It made him question himself at first, being so interested about a human being. It made him debate on keeping you alive. How dare a human make him question himself.

But that passed quickly the first time he'd seen your fingers fuck your pussy. it was delicious. he had to restrain himself from shattering your balcony door and fucking you stupid.

You felt it leaking through the cracks of your front door. It felt different than all the other times its followed you around and watched you throughout your life. It was stronger, and it turned you on so, so much more than normal.

You stood outside your apartment door debating on going inside. Your face was burning and your pussy was throbbing.

It felt like you were going absolutely insane, and it pissed you off not knowing what was making you into such a pathetic mess. With a deep breath, you opened your door only to be met with darkness aside from a few street lights illuminating your living room in a dull yellow.

You set your stuff on the couch before walking into your room, slinging your door open, you didn't even have to turn the light on to know that whatever it was, had decided to perch itself in your bed.

For the first time in years, you actually felt scared of whatever it was. Your whole demeanor changed in an instant, and it made sukuna chuckle.

That chuckle vibrated throughout your skull, straight down your core.

Wanting to fold in on yourself out of fear, but too turned on to do so; you walked in, closing the door behind you. Sukuna's eyes never leaving your much smaller frame.

Trying to hide the fact that almost your entire being is screaming at you to run away from the thing in front of you, you stand your ground.

"What are you?" You ask the figure you have yet to fully lay eyes on. All you're able to make out is a monster-like figure with four arms, two behind its head using them as a cushion against your headboard, and the other two resting on its thighs. Its legs are long and big, both of them spread apart, inviting you in, in the most almost taunting way imaginable. Its face is completely hidden in the dark, restricting you from seeing the cocky, shit eating grin plastered on its face.

"What a weird first question to ask, y/n."

Its voice sent chills down your spine, creating an even stronger pulse in your heart, and your clit. You involuntarily suck in a breath at the sound of its voice. Deep, husky and masculine. It's nothing like you've ever heard before, and it makes your skin crawl in excitement and fear.

He chuckles again at the gasp you let out. You stay in your spot, making sure to keep a safe distance away from him.

"Answer my question." The words left your throat as more of a command than anything else. Your eyes never leave his frame, even as he removes his arms behind his head and lean forward, crossing them across his chest. His eyes never leave your body either, drinking in the sight of your skimpy dress.

All he wants to do is burn it off of you and make you scream his name as you cream all over his cock, but that'll take a minute to happen, so he answers you instead.

"King of curses, my dear." His voice sending another wave of shivers coursing through your body. He stands, and your entire body starts screaming at you to run away. but despite that, you hold your ground, challenging the being in front of you.

He's at least over 7 feet tall, one set of arms still crossed over his chest, the other finds their way to rest on his hips.

"The name is Sukuna." You just about drop to your knees. not only is his voice is unbearable, but you've heard about him before. You never believed in ghosts, curses, spiritual beings, anything of the sort and you've never believed any of your friends or family members when they told you legends about the man standing before you, yet here you are. About to be torn apart by the king they've warned you about for so many years.

"Guess you've heard about me, hm?" You can't get your damn mouth to move or your throat to make any noise. Your eyes are as wide as planets and all you can do is take a shaky step back, mimicking his opposite step forward and towards you.

"Why- why are you here?" voice is shaking as you speak, your breathing is jagged, which is prominent in your stutter. Just as sukuna takes another step forward, his features are illuminated in the moonlight shining through your bedroom windows curtains. He's absolutely breathtaking, and not many people would say that.

I guess I really am fucked up huh

"oh y/n, don't play dumb now, doll." His grin never leaves his face and your eyes meet with his. He's scary in the best way possible, and it's making you want to wipe off that dumb grin by sitting on it.

"You're the one whose..." You take a moment to think, which is extremely hard when this monster starts stalking towards you ever so slowly, both sets of arms coming down to dangle by his sides. He tilts his head to the side and begins to hunch his back and bend over to get a closer look at you. The distance is closing in on the two of you, making you unintentionally walk backwards and into a wall.

The sudden feeling of the cold wall on your back makes you yelp in surprise, but you never look away. He hums at you, signaling you to finish your sentence.

"You're the one whose been watching me for so long.." You say under your breath. Chewing the skin on the bottom of your lip. Your hands clench into fists as he keeps getting closer and closer.

"don't act like you didn't enjoy my little haunting game, love. you do remember touching yourself just to the thought of me, right y/n?" His smug smile could be heard just by the tone of his voice. Your breathing deepens and he's stopped right in front of you, face to face with the thing that's been taking over your entire life for the past couple years. Your back would be disappearing into the wall if it weren't made out of sheetrock. He stands up fully and all you can do is stare straight ahead, looking directly in the center of his entire body. He's fucking huge. Letting out a shriveled breath, you close your eyes.

"Look at me, y/n."

You refuse to open your eyes, or even move in the slightest.

He gives you 15 seconds before one of his hands grips the base of your jaw and forces your face upwards to look at him, nails digging into the flesh of your rosy cheeks.

"I said, look at me." With a fearful yelp at the sudden contact, you force your eyes open and are met with the most sinful red eyes you could ever see in this lifetime.

"Good girl." He snickers at the petrified look that paints your face. Even though you look so scared, your eyes are clouded with so much lust. Sukuna can basically smell the arousal pooling in your panties and it's driving him up the wall. Without a word, he pins you in place, making no room for escape by pressing his one of his forearms against the wall above your head, another one finds its way trailing up your thigh.

You let out a desprate sigh at the contact of his fingers. He traces up the skin of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps to trail behind until he's met with the flimsy fabric of your underwear and it takes him less than a fraction of a second to feel just how soaked you really are.

"You're disgusting." His voice somehow got an octave deeper, but who are you to complain? You whine at his words, following a louder whine as he starts to trace the slit of your pussy through your underwear. Sukuna's hand locks your head in place as you look up into his eyes as he pushes your underwear to the side and pinches your clit, his fingernails creating a painfully pleasurable feeling.

With a loud yelp, your hips buck forward. With his final free arm, he uses his hand to push your hips back against the wall, keeping you in one place.

"Stay still." He commands. His hand on your hip is locking you in place, so you have no option than to obey. His finger traces patterns on your clit and moans dance off your tongue as a result. His fingers pick up the pace and are now harshly massaging at your center.

"a-ah, slow ple-" Without stopping his brutal pace, sukuna lets go of your face and just before it can fall forward, he grips a handful of your hair and yanks it backwards roughly. your eyes to lock with his once more. A scream at the sudden pain erupts from the back of your throat.

"Don't tell me what to do, i'll use you how I please." Sukuna pulls his fingers away from your clit only to land a harsh slap on the bundle of nerves, making you yelp loudly and your body jolt in surprise. He slaps it a couple more times before forcing two of his fingers into your wet pussy.

Sukuna's fingers slide in with ease thanks to his assult on your clit. He was standing at such a close proximity to your body that when your back archesoff the wall, your stomach and chest meet his front. Just as your body meets his, he decides to let go of your hair, making your head fall forward and onto his center. Your hands instinctually reach up and wrap around his body, using him as leverage to keep yourself from falling. Your nails dig into his back as his fingers work wonders deep inside of you, all you can do is bury your head into him to suppress your noises.

His fingers pump in and out of your pussy, curling and twisting at all the right angles, fingering your core as if he's trying to tear you apart from the inside out. Wet sounds come from just below you, but neither of you seem to hear them because they're drowned out by your loud moans and whimpers of pleasure. Sukuna's eyes never leave your body as you come undone.

His now free hand that was once in your hair decides to hook under your thigh, picking it up and letting it dangle, helping get a better angle to fuck you with his fingers. Because of this newfound angle, your back and head hit the wall behind you once more, but your arms don't leave his body.

"Look at you, such a pretty girl. So fuckin' small I could break you so, so easily." Your nails scratch at his back like there is no tomorrow and all you can do as a response is whimper.

"su- kuna" Your hiccuped plea of his name is enough to know you're about to cum all over his fingers, but he wont let that happen just yet.

"say it, y/n" Sukuna says, his voice solid. You look up, tears welled in your eyes as you look into his and your voice breaks.

"Please can I cum, please k-una please please please" Your cheeks are a deep shade of red and your mouth is slightly ajar and oh does sukuna wanna fill up your pretty mouth and ruin that pretty pink lipgloss that stain your full lips.

Without another word, his smirk deepens and his chuckle vibrates inside your skull. He takes his fingers out of you, your juices now running down your thighs and you're pretty sure your panties are completely ruined thanks to the demon above you. Your eyes widen while you plea him to continue with a hushed whimper.

"Hush, little one" is all he says before one set of arms is gripping your thighs and hauling you into the air. Your legs wrap around his torso on instinct and your throat lets out a surprised squeal at his actions. Your hands come up and one of them grips his shoulder, the other rests in his hair. You're now face to face with sukuna and his eyes look deeply into yours. one of his other free hand's is tangled in your hair within a fraction of a second and is pulling you in to kiss him with so much force, it almost gives you whiplash.

Your tongue tangles with his and you let out another squeal of surprise right into his mouth when your back hits the cushioning of your bed. Sukuna is now on top of you, his torso flat against your heat. The hand that was once tangled in your hair is now trailing its way to your neck. Sukuna breaks the kiss and you go to lean forward in protest, but his huge hand wrapped around your neck stops you. Another hand rests on the headboard above you, and the two that were holding you up now rest at the top of your dress.

With brute force and in the blink of an eye, your once beautiful red dress and strapless braw are now being ripped off of you, tiny flames ignite from the freshly ripped seam for a just a fraction of a second. You gasp at the sudden action and Sukuna's glowing red eyes never falter to look at the reaction on your face. He laughs once more at just how jumpy you are. the cold air hits your skin, causing your nipples to grow hard and goosebumps form on your smooth skin. Sukuna grabs the dress and bra out from under you and throw the articles of clothing across the room to be forgotten, all while looking right at you. Once the dress is out of sight, you look up at him, your eyes half lidded with lust that are basically begging him to use you.

Sukuna smiles at how innocent, yet already fucked out you look and decides to lean down toward your breasts, taking one of your nipples and fondiling it inside of his warm mouth. His tongue laps at you and your hands fly to his hair, pulling it out of pleasure. His two free hands now rest at your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, to which you happily obliged. His mouth moves from your nipple and starts to suck at the skin of your breasts. His mouth trails from your chest, down to your stomach and abdomen, leaving deep purple marks and bites that will most likely be staying for days, if not weeks. Your whimpers are like music to Sukuna's ears which only make him want to make you scream his name.

The hand that rested on the headboard is now grabbing your hands from his hair and forcing them down onto the mattress above you and the set of hands that were on your thighs are on your hips. Your eyes dont leave his, even as he rips your panties and throws them in the same direction he did your other clothes, making you bare yourself completely to him.

His hands part your thighs once more and pins them down, holding you in place.

"So cute, so tiny. 'could just ruin you hm?" he speaks as he lowers his head down to your heat, his breath fanning your dripping pussy. Your breathing is even more uneven than before as it's mixed with your hushed moans. Without taking his eyes off yours, he sticks out his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt, causing your jaw to slack open in the perfect "oh" shape as your whine rings inside sukuna's skull. He licks up your cunt a couple more times before it initially lands on your clit, then he buries his head into your thighs and nips at you like a dog in heat.

His mouth sucks, bites and laps at your clit, and you try with all your strength to buck your hips up, but to no avail, the hands on your thighs pin you in place as your arms are basically unuseful. All you can do is throw your head back in pleasure as this creature devoures you. His grip on your throat tightens a little more and suddenly it's more difficult to breathe, but you dont even care.

Sukuna's saliva mixes in with your fluids that run down your thighs and asscheeks, wetting the bed under you. His long tongue fucks itself inside your pussy and against your walls as his teeth drag across your clit. Sukuna doesn't look away from you, not for a second. He wants to see every twist on your face and flex of your abs as he eats you out, he's desperately and intensively observing you, as if you were the most beautiful, treasurable piece of art he's ever layed eyes on. His tongue is rough as he creates a rhythm of fucking your insides, and sucking your bundle of nerves.

Your arms tug at the restraint of his hands holding your wrists. He's so much stronger than you, yet that fact alone turns you on so much more. Your moans and hushed screams fill the room as small beads of sweat gather on your hairline. Your body twitches under sukuna's control and your clit is throbbing for release as he toys with you.

You're so close to finishing and sukuna can tell so easily. Your moans grow into louder screams and your back arches off the bed. His grip on your throat tightens, cutting off all supply of air and your eyes are thrown open as you choke and cough, trying to get any oxygen possible.

Sukuna laughs into your pussy, which vibrates through your whole body. Your eyes look down into his, desperately trying to tell him to let you cum, or breathe. Whichever one he will let you do. Your silent plea only turns him on even more and your vision is starting to blacken and your head begins to feel light.

"Fuck, you're so adorable when you're beggin' for your life" He says as he sits up and hovers over you, refusing to let you finish. The hand on your throat disappears and you cough and gasp for air, but just as you suck in a deep breath, its knocked out of you by a harsh slap to your face and all you can do is gasp in pain at the sudden stinging on your cheek. He grips your face directly after with the hand he had previously slapped you with and forces you to look down at your pussy.

One of the hands on your thighs moves up to your cunt and plunges inside you. Two of Sukuna's fingers thrust inside your cunt at lightning speed and curl up into your center, hitting that spot you need him most. You choke out a scream and your hips grind into his palm.

"Look at the mess you're making y/n. Such a nasty little girl you are." He says as he looks at your pretty face contorting from the overstimulation he brings upon you.

Sukuna's fingers are relentless as they move fast inside of you. Not even a couple seconds later, you're cumming all over his hand and arm, squirting your fluids all over him as well as your bed sheets. You come undone with a scream.

"K-kuna oh my god!" You're being so loud, you could almost bet the neighbors across the street could hear. Neither of you cared though, all you cared about was how you were about to be torn in half.

Your eyes are watery again and you're still desperately trying to gather air in your lungs. Sukuna's hands let go of your wrists and face, but right after, you hear an article of clothing rip. You sit up slightly in wonder, but your mouth instantly hangs open at the sight of two handsomely large cocks sprung up, hitting just above Sukuna's belly button. Your mouth instantly dried at the sight.

Speaking of sights, Sukuna thought you were a beautiful one. Your hair was a shriveled mess and your face was the most gorgeous shade of red. You looked so fucked out, yet so ready to take anything he gives you like the obedient whore you are. You had a look of fear and interest plastered on your face. Sukuna was never one for love or anything of the sort, but the moment he layed his eyes on you those couple years ago, he knew he was fucked. You were just so different than most of the humans he had ever made contact with. You didn't care about the difference between "good and bad" and you always took what you wanted without second thought, even if it took you a while to grasp. You were always ready for whatever was thrown at you and were always in control of everything around you.

That's why he decided to stick around. Since the beginning, he's wanted to corrupt your world and fuck up your flow of control. He was arrogant and cocky. You just needed someone, or something, to step in and take control over you. And sukuna was never going to let anybody else besides him take control over his woman.

Though he would never admit it out loud, you were breathtaking. You're also the only reason he hasn't burned this world to the ground,,,, completely.

"Think you can take em'?" Sukuna's voice never fails to make a shiver run up your spine. You don't answer him, all you do is stare into his eyes, a silent plea to just have him use you however he pleases. He takes your lack of an answer and laughs quietly under his breath. He brings one of his hands to his face, and smiles into his palm.

"you're gonna be the death of me."

His body slowly stalks towards you, crawling onto the bed, trapping your body between his and the headboard. Your thighs rub together in desprate search of friction. You can't take it any longer, you need him inside you. You need every part of this being in any way you can have him.

"I don't care if you think you can take my cocks' or not, I'll force you to take em' how bout that, yeah?" His head tilts as he speaks and one of his hands grips your leg and pulls your body down farther onto the bed, causing you to lay down underneath his much larger body.

"You're so- so big kuna.." Your voice is uncontrolled and small. Unlike earlier where your screams and moans were ear piercing and just so delicious. Your eyes look up into his, your hands sneak up to wrap around one set of his arms, squeezing his biceps as you chew on the skin of the inside of your cheek.

Sukuna groans at your words. He really was huge, trapping your body underneath his. One of his hands grips the headboard, another comes down to grip the side of your face. His thumb traces your bottom lip, smearing your lipgloss.

Just as you open your mouth, his thumb presses down on your tongue as you suck in his finger. One of your hands makes its way down his body, gripping one of his huge cocks in your small hand. Despite the size difference, Sukuna still hisses in response. You pump his hard dick a couple times, looking directly into his eyes as you suck on his thumb. With painful force, sukuna grips your wrists and suddenly, both your hands above your head once more.

With one hand gripping the headboard, one holding your wrists in place, another moves from your mouth to grip one of his dicks while the final hand holds himself up, hovering right above you. You whine at the lack of control you have, grinding your hips upwards as a sign to let you go, but all sukuna does is laugh at your attempts of escape.

"Stop moving, slut." He pushes one of his dicks at your pussys entrance, but you don't listen to him, you grind your hips upwards once more and Sukuna doesn't seem to like that very much.

"Told you to stop movin' brat" and without warning, or any lube (as if you needed any) he pushes one of his cocks into your pussy with full force. It has you automatically screaming at the stretch. It's painful and you're pretty sure you're bleeding.

Sukuna bottoms out inside of you and stills, the outline of his dick prominant through your stomach, it drives him insane.

Sukuna uses his now free hand and pushes down on the outline of his cock through your tummy and chuckles.

"Fuck you're so small y/n, look at your tummy baby" You obey him and look down, seeing the outline of his huge dick bulging in your abdomen. A scared moan leaves your lips as you take in the sight. It literally looks like he could split you in half at any given moment. Sukuna pulls his dick out, a painful sensation radiates through your vagina as he does. The bulge in your tummy disappears and sukuna's face falters into one of disappointment.

"fuck, you're bleedin' y/n! " sukuna says to you, and just as you're about to look for yourself, he thrusts his dick back inside you, filling you back up again. He bottoms out inside you and a strangled moan that sounds more like a cough forces its way out of your throat.

"full- im so full, too full please-" Sukuna's face turns into one of disappointment again at your words as he says

"that's too bad, I wasn't even close to being finished with stuffin' you doll." He mocks you, and just as he finishes talking, you feel his second cock at the entrance of your ass, which causes you to shoot your head up.

"No, no please dont" you beg him, despite your words not being how you really feel, you beg him not to anyways. sukuna's face is still one that mocks you, pretending as if he feels bad for splitting you open. He pushes his tip into your ass so slowly it almost makes this situation better. The stretch is unbearable, especially with how tight you are with another cock spreading you open and filling you already.

Sukuna's entire tip is stuffed inside, waiting for you to adjust to his length.

"Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good little girl aren't you?" His voice is taunting you. Your arms feel weak from how much you've been struggling to break free, so all you can do I lay there and adjust to his cocks with hushed moans.

Sukuna starts moving his cock deeper inside you slowly, but not slow enough.

"Kuna please no, it's too much I can't take it" Your head shakes from side to side as painful tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. Sukuna pouts at this and leans down and uses his tongue to lick the tears away.

"you can take it, you're already doing such a good job for me." This reassurance helps you a little more, and with every inch growing deeper inside you, you find it hard to breathe, and sukuna notices.

He leans down and whispers deeply into your ear

"breathe my dear."

you listen to him and take deep breaths. In one particular deep breath, sukuna takes it upon himself to completely push the other half of his cock into you, getting it done in one swift motion just as you breathe out.

His actions cause you to scream in pain,,, and in pleasure. More tears fall from your eyes. Sukuna doesn't even give you time to adjust this go around, he just can't wait any longer.

"fuck, takin' my cocks' so well, you're so fuckin' tight, couldn't help myself" Sukuna says into your ear.

Your ass feels so tight as he thrusts in and out of both your stretched holes. the pain subsides into pleasure after a couple strokes and your painful hisses turn into sickening moans.

The sound of skin slapping echos off the walls of your dark room, the only light source being the moonlight shining through your window. Your pussy feels like it's going to burst every time sukuna's dicks thrust back inside you.

Sukuna's grip on your bed frame is so tight, the wood crumbles in his hand

"fuck" He curses under his breath

He needs to grip onto something, anything, so he decided to harshly grip the sheets that lay right next to your head. He looks from your face, down to your pussy where he sees his cocks move in and out of you, stretching you so beautifully.

When he looks back up at you, your teary, half lidded eyes lock onto his. You dont break eye contact, even as you moan out his name like a chant that dances off your tongue straight into his ears. And he loves it.

Your walls squeeze his dick's like you're trying to milk him dry. He's even surprised both of them fit inside you.... as if he didn't literally force them to fit.

"Please please let me touch you, just wan' touch please kuna' please" you moan out, begging him to let go of your arms. Much to his objection, he lets you go.

Your arms instantly wrap around his back, nails digging into his skin as you pull your bodies closer together. Your boobs press up against his broad chest as your sweat rubs into his skin.

Two of his arms hold his body up on his forearms above your head now, the other is pinning your stomach to the bed, the feeling of his dick entering and exiting your pussy being felt through your tummy.

his last free hand finds its way to the small of your back, his arm wrapping around your body and pressing you somehow closer against his. Your face is directly into his chest as you moan and scream out his name as his thrusts become wicked and fast, his hips snapping against yours. Your legs spread out for him to take advantage of you.

Sukuna looks down at you buried into his chest, his body hot and sweaty. Your nails scratching daggers into his back, you're pretty sure you can feel blood under your fingernails.

With each thrust inside you, your moans are choked and jagged and it's hard to breathe. The coil in your tummy is about to burst and you feel like you could explode from just how full you really were. Everything was too much, yet so perfect. Sukuna felt as if he was going to burst too, everything was so hot and wet, it was only driving him even more insane.

Your screams grew louder with each stroke of his cocks, signaling to sukuna that you were close.

"want me to come inside you? full you up and breed you like a dumb fuckin whore, turn you into a mommy?" He asks you, and all you can do is shake your head.

"you're gonna take my cum weather you want to or not, understand? Fill you up so nice nd' warm" He bares his teeth as you scream his name..

"no, no please dont I can't handle it, too full please k-una!" He doesn't like this answer, and it causes him to groan through his teeth. With a set of his arms, he grips your waist harshly, and with the other, he's stabilizing himself on the bed above you and sits up slightly.

"I dont care what you want, you're gonna take whatever I give you." he says before pulling his cocks out and flipping you onto your tummy. Your yelp of surprise is cut short as your hands grip at the sheets above you, trying to pull your body up and away from the monster.

"ah ah ah, dont run away from me, im nowhere close to being done with you." Sukuna stands up at the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. He grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge where he stands. He lets go of your ankles and roughly grips your hips, pulling you up and slightly into the air. He forces your knees down into the mattress, your ass up and your face in your sheets. His hands remain on your hips as another one of his hands finds a handful of your hair, gripping and pulling your head upwards and next to his chest, forcing you into a painful arch.

Sukuna bends over so his face is next to your ear. His long tongue licks your neck, and up to the lobe of your ear just before he bites it, your moan in exchange.

"now shut up and let me ruin you" is all he says before forcing your face down into your sheets, one of his hands pressing your head down into the mattress.

Sukuna thrusts his cocks into your holes once more, resulting in a muffled scream coming out of your mouth, but he doesn't move. his hips flush against your ass. Sukuna lifts one hand from your hips and lands a harsh smack on your ass, leaving your skin red. Your walls tighten around his cocks.

so he does it again

and again

and again

over and over and over until you're creaming all over his cock and squirting all over your bed once more with more muffled screams.

"pathetic. squirting all over my cock with just a few slaps to your ass. how disgusting could you possibly get?" He mocks you again, landing one more painful slap to your ass as your liquids drip down your thighs and onto the mattress below you. He grabs the flesh of your ass with both of his hands and slowly pulls his dicks out of you, the empty felling in your tummy has you begging for him to fill you back up.

sukuna's face twists into one of interest as he hears your whines of protest.

"oh? what a little slut I have on my hands. and here I thought you truly didn't want me to tear you apart" he says as he thrusts his cocks deep back inside you, hitting your sweet spot that has you squealing ever so loudly. Your hands above your head painfully grip the sheets, your nails digging into your palms drawing blood. His thrusts are endless and with each one, he grows deeper inside of you. He uses one of his hands and rakes his nails down your back, scratching at your skin. It was a painfully blissful feeling that had your walls squeezing his cocks so tight, it causes sukuna to curse under his breath.

With a chuckle, he says

"you're so fukin' tight, im gonna fill you up so full, so swollen with my baby, you'll forever be marked as mine, you'd like that huh?" of course sukuna was lying, he would never ever want to reproduce, but the way you're milking his cocks is making him reconsider his entire opinion on that subject.

His thrusts grow faster and stronger, your pussy and ass flutter around his dicks so prettily, he can see it whenever he looks at your holes. You moan his name over and over again, like it's the only thing you know how to say.

The knot in your abdomen kept getting tighter and tighter every time he hit your sweet spot, you were so close to finishing and all you could do is yearn for sukuna to carry you to the finish line. So that's exactly what he did.

The hand holding your head down into the mattress disappeared, so you turned your head to the side, resting your cheek against the mattress, your eyes find his and oh fuck

oh good god

sukuna lost it

he threw his head back with a loud moan and tightened his grip on your hips so intensely he felt your skin break from under him, his nails digging into your flesh as blood ran down your legs, pooling on the sheets, staining his fingertips.

You had a puddle of drool where your face lays. your lips were bleeding from biting down on them so roughly, and your eyes. oh fuck your eyes were so perfect. it was as if sukuna could read a whole book just by looking into your eyes.

Just as he was about to finish, you came all over him once more, wetting the bed, soaking it really. Your walls fluttered all around him like the butterflies in your stomach. as you came, sukuna shot warm ropes of cum straight into your ass and tummy, so full it was leaking out of both your holes. but it wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough for sukuna.

In the middle of both your orgasms, he resumed his thrusts, but your body gave out and you collapsed on the mattress, your stomach hitting the wet bedding.

your body couldn't move, you became putty in his hands and you had no complaints.

sukuna cursed as he crawled over you, his dicks never leaving your walls. one of his arms snaked its way under your arm to grip your throat, another one held your tummy, another spread your legs enough for him to continue fucking you, and the last one held him up.

His hips met your asscheeks in a monsteristic rhythm, a burning sensation beginning to form on your flesh. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your jaw layed slack open, drool running down your chin.

he was fucking his cum into you, making your soul intertwine with his in more ways than one. He fucked you through your next and final orgasm, your legs shook involuntarily as your guys' mixed cum got everywhere. it dripped down sukuna's cock, onto the mattress, between your thighs, onto his abdomen, all over your asscheeks, it was everywhere.

Your eyes closed, even as his thrusts continued, your mind faded away from your body and before you fully lost consciousness, you could hear sukuna's words ring through your ears.

"Ill see you soon, y/n."

[temis-de-leon]

Obey Me and Streamer!MC

Characters: gn!MC

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A/N: I wrote this in half an hour because I couldn't get it out of my head. It's not proofreaded (at all), so the grammar is weird.

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While most people are ready to forget the quarantine due to Covid-19 and all related loses, it would be borderline disrespectful for you to ignore how much of a goldmine it turned out to be in your situation.

You already had a Twitch account in which you streamed religiously from three to four times a week, and that gave you a small, yet loyal number of followers. From Just Chatting to Gaming and even a couple of amateur events, people liked the way you played and how you interacted with the chat.

It wasn’t enough to make a living, but you saved enough to improve your setup and buy more games to amplify the variety in your channel.

By the time everyone was forced to stay inside and discovered you, you had managed to have your own aesthetic, some niche memes and harmless beef with your subs.

Everything went up from there, and in a couple of years you reached 3 million subs on Twitch, and almost the same amount on YouTube and Twitter.

It’s easy to say you were more than happy and content with your life. You had plans for the future and for your channel, and life couldn’t seem more perfect.

And then you disappeared.

Out of nowhere.

Your family, irl friends and online friends knew nothing of your whereabouts, and as much as they wanted to keep everything under the radar to not raise suspicions, it was impossible to fool the internet forever.

Only a month passed until Twitter went insane with theories and multiple YouTube channels uploaded videos describing “what really happened to you” and “the dark secrets that led to your disappearance”.

Of course, all you had to do was ask Diavolo to give you your human phone so you could give your loved ones an explanation and keep the police uninvolved.

Your first tweet after three whole months consisted of a selfie surrounded by a bunch of unknown, handsome men.

People went absolutely batshit crazy.

It was the ‘I lived bitch’ meme, but with even less context.

You needed to start a threat or post a couch video for your hardcore fans so they didn’t get unnecessarily worried. After all, they went from seeing you almost every day of the week to nothing at all for months.

You said that you took a very “in the spur of the moment” decision and that you were living abroad for the time being, for a year. The guys in the selfie were your roommates, and no, you weren’t dating any of them.

Fanmade edits were being made as you recorded that update video.

As months go by, you only stay present on Twitter, sharing memes and daily moments of your life and interacting with your fans and whatnot.

They learn that one of your roommates is a beauty content creator, but they can’t find his channel anywhere. Another one of them is a hardcore otaku, who, despite the surprising amount of fans amongst your subs, doesn’t like sharing his face on the internet.

The one dressed in a suit that watches you with bedroom eyes is a favourite, but so is the one that can’t admit how much he likes you. However, some people prefer the radically different twins or the book-lover blonde boy with a serious obsession with cats.

There are literal fights about the brothers in the comments and replies, and some of them are kind of worrying.

You guess that’s what parasocial relationships do to people.

One of the best days in your Twitter, which will probably be remembered forever, was when your dark-skinned friend posted a picture of his little brother and his roommate making a mess in the kitchen.

You apologized and said he didn’t know much about technology, that he did it on accident, but the tender moment will remain as iconic for as long as you allow it.

Another time to remember is when you posted a picture with the man that started it all.

The day your mysterious coordinator and his soft-spoken assistant appeared in your feed was the day you hired more moderators for your Discord.

All in all, it was a weird period for your channel.

You organized a comeback stream, not expecting much to happen, but lo and behold, your follower amount almost doubled.

Some conspiracy theorists accuse you of faking everything for views, but what are you going to do about it? Cry? You know the truth, and so do the most important people in your life. You left and now you’re back, let the haters cry about it.

It’s obvious in camera that you’re happier than ever, anyway, so your fans are content.

And then the donations start coming.

At first it’s your usual subs, ecstatic to see you back, but also newcomers who’re just discovering your channel thanks to the Twitter threads.

After a short while, the new donations grow. It goes from several 100 bits to some scattered 500, to a couple of 5,000 every now and then and to a steady 25,000 donation every stream.

People are wild, wondering who TheRealKingOfHell6D6 could be and why he’s giving you so much money so often.

It’s obvious that you changed after your absence, but you’re still healthy and very obviously thriving, so no one says anything of substance.

It all adds to your new mysticism.

The day you make a stream with your new friends, you break records.

Suffice to say, that stream is one of the longest and most chaotic of your channel, and not much time passes before you start seeing other streamers react to the best moments.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom @mia4gotcookiez

[llamagoddessofficial]

May I have some Fae Killer dating headcanons?

Fae Killer is... weird

He's extremely hard to get a read on. At least the other Winter courtiers are easy to make sense of - Dust is quiet and serious, Horror is big and scary but shy, Nightmare is regal and refined with an undercurrent of rage. They make sense.

Killer? He's violent, but he's always got a friendly grin. He has the same "who, me?" expression whether he's eating a cookie or murdering someone. His backstory is unknown, changing every time someone asks. He appears to speak genuinely and openly, yet no one can trust a single word that comes out of his mouth. His knack for tricking and stealing is unparalleled, he tricks people out of things as small as their eye colour or as huge as their ability to breathe, all with the exact same 'silly' easygoing aura. He rescues stray cats from the cold and brings them into the castle, feeding them fish and chicken every day, but he also delights in torturing people he doesn't like.

Perhaps the only consistent thing about him is how obviously he's in love with you.

Even before dating him, his affection is blatant. He acts like he wants to be your best friend, your closest confidant, he's always looking for reassurance that he's your 'favourite'. The other skeletons will tell you that he doesn't shut up about you when you're not there. He's constantly outrageously flirting - he seems to show love through stealing from you, taking minor things like your ability to read the word 'strawberry', just so you'll get mad at him (it's obvious he thinks you're hot when you're mad). You're always covered in black marks and he laughs at almost everything you say.

When you do start dating him, he just... stops tricking you. Stops stealing from you, too. There's no warning, and no clear reason; you're just suddenly the only person in any world who's safe from his trickery. You could say something that leaves you wide open and the guy who could steal someone's nose from their face will act like he heard/saw nothing.

He's cuddly. So, so cuddly. It's actually kinda cute, when he's sleepy and aggressively snuggly with you. Kinda feels like he's been starved of affection, and he's making up for it by never letting you go.

No matter where you fall asleep, you'll wake up to Killer cuddled up. Probably a few of his cats piled in as well.

His number 1 goal is to get you laughing. There's always jokes, always remarks, it's so hard to be serious around him because he knows exactly what'll get you giggling. That's worth more to him than all the treasures in Summer and Winter.

He's generally an easygoing datemate, he has outlets for his jealousy. But he takes EXTREME offence to another fae stealing something from you. That means immediate violence.

This man will kill for you. In fact, he'll offer that option alarmingly quickly. Please ask him not to kill for you, for everyone else's safety.

His romantic side is dialled up to eleven. You're always coming home to mood lighting and surprise dinners, he's always taking you to beautiful scenic spots he's found in the Winter realm, he gives you things that remind him of you (typically flowers and gemstones, but sometimes magical artefacts, and occasionally something rather expensive that looks like it was stolen right from the Summer realm).

He's constantly wearing a 'happy' face. But sometimes, in private, the face falls. You can glimpse the part of himself he hides from everyone. If you can still hold him when he's not funny anymore, when the mask has fallen off... then he will burn down the whole world for you.

[ivrxquack]

Toxic! Tokyo revenger headcannons

(Back in my Tokyo revenger era 😭)

Mikey

Too clingy.

Acts like you’re his life support…literally.

One time you woke up in the middle of the night to get water, you were gone for about 5 minutes and in that short time Mikey was able to have a full blown panic attack.

“Y/N, where did you go?” He whined as you sighed shaking your head going to hug him, as he wiped his tears on your pajamas. “Mikey, I just went to the kitchen it’s ok.” You said as he rubbed his cheek against yours, pulling you back into bed with him burying his face in your chest mumbling about how you should never leave his side again.

Every time you guys go in public like the store, mall, out to eat or anything like that he has a death grip on you. You’re always to hesitant to tell him that it feels like you’re hand is about to snap due to his unnecessary grip.

The first red flag in the relationship was in the first few weeks of dating. You and an old guy friend spotted each other at the park you two were at, you didn’t realize it but Mikey was shaking like a mad man his eyes wide and full of rage. Mikey, didn’t want to beat him to death especially infront of you so he “politely” excused himself from the situation.He was gone for about 30 minutes you and your friend were only talking for about 5 or 7 minutes, you couldn’t believe what he said he was doing when you asked him about it.

“Mikey!? Where did you go!?” You asked spotting him sitting by the lake throwing pieces of bread, “I was feeding the ducks!!” He said smiling widely hoping you wouldn’t notice the giant hole in the tree beside you with blood stains on it. You’ve thought about breaking up with him but he’s honestly so sweet to you, so you’ll learn to deal with his behavior but it naturally will get old soon.

Baji

Very very very overprotective.

“Babe, I don’t think you should be around here.” Baji said holding onto your arm pressing your body against yours, as you two walked around downtown which was surprisingly kind of empty. “Baji, my aunt needs these” You said holding the bag of different medicines your aunt lived in one of the neighborhoods downtown.

“Yea, ok.” Baji said rolling his eyes hardly as you two turned a corner to see a homeless man “ma’am..do you perhaps have some money?” He asked as Baji’s guard was immediately up. “No, get lost” Baji said tugging you away from him only for to you push him away, as you pulled your wallet out and handing the homeless man a few dollars. Baji couldn’t believe his eyes and before you could even blink the homeless man was knocked out on the ground, Baji standing on his head.

What the fuck?!” You said pushing Baji off him. “Sorry…..I thought he was about to punch you.” Baji said as you stared at the poor man before tucking the money in his coat pocket, and storming off making sure to give your boyfriend a lethal death glare.

He’s like your own attack dog if you were crazy enough and ordered him to fight someone for you, he definitely would and wouldn’t stop until they couldn’t walk. He doesn’t care if it’s a old man, old lady, kid, girl, woman, boy, man, cat, rat, bat he’ll fight them cause he’ll do anything to protect you!

“Y/N, why are you crying?” Baji asked rushing up to you as you fell into his strong arms sobbing. “A-Abby” he heard you whisper as his adrenaline started to race(idk if I worded that right). Abby was your bully who so happened to have a “crush” on Baji, she had been so rude to you at work normally you would ignore her but today…she really got under your skin. After calming you down and making you a big comfy spot on the couch, Baji said he was going to go get your favorite snacks.

Later that night you and Baji were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Baji was half asleep laying his head on your lap, as your phone dinged from an unknown number You hesitantly clicked it. What you saw made your jaw drop it was Abby getting jumped by 4 guys. “What the freak” you muttered quickly deleting and blocking the number throwing your phone across the room onto a different couch.

Completely unaware of the wicked smile on Baji’s face.

Mistuya

He babies/ enables you.

He has child proofed certain things in the house.

“Mistuya, are you serious.” You said in disbelief as you stared at the plastic knifes and forks in the drawer. “Safety first!” Mistuya said patting your head as you saw him put the actual knifes and forks into a drawer with a lock on it. You felt more like one of his little sisters then girlfriend, sure he was the definition of perfect but damn. You wished he’d understand that you could do most things by yourself.

“Oh, your shoes are untied, here let me get that for you.” Mistuya said as you two stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, he smiled at you softly patting his knee gesturing for you to put your foot up.

“I can do it myself!” You bending down as you quickly tried to tie your shoes somehow tangling the string. “Come on don’t be silly, you still do bunny ears!” Mistuya said bending down pushing your hands away as you watched his cute little delicate hands undid the strings.

Sometimes without knowing he would embarrass you especially infront of his friends. “Remember that one time you tripped on the baby gate? I had to put up cause you’re so clumsy” Mistuya asked laughing as Mikey and draken started to laugh at you. “Baby gates? I didnt know Y/n was a toddler!” Mikey teased as Mistuya chuckled but quickly stopped seeing the way you were staring at him like you wanted to murder him.

Despite the fact you always check him on what he does, and how much he apologizes and promises not to do it again he obviously still keeps doing it.

But at the end of the day he’s still YOUR man so you can’t say too much since you’re choosing to date him!

Hakkai

Wayyyyy to obsessed with you.

At first you thought it was adorable how often he checked up on, how often he hung out with you, how often he was thinking and talking about you. Until it became weird and weirder.

“There’s motion at your front door.” The notification on your phone said as you sat up out of your bed, checking the camera to see two big indigo eyes peering into the camera scaring you to death. “Y/N, its me Hakkai” Your boyfriends soft voice said as he revealed his jaw dropping stunning gorjus smile. You quickly rushed downstairs and let him in as he hugged you, when you questioned him he nervously explained on how he had just been in the area and wanted to see you.

He clearly has the mind of a bed bug cause after he left after a few hours of talking, something was telling you to check all of the cameras you had around your house and when you did boy his ass was grass. You saw Hakkai, walking around your house his eyes glowing in the night vision camera like he was a wild animal or something. He was peering into all your windows as you heard your dog barking. ‘That’s why she was barking?!’ You thought as you saw Hakkai jump at the noise as he ran to the back of the house where your bedroom was.

It turns out he was actually taking pictures of you while you were sleep, you were a little nervous but the next morning you two met up at a cafe and you brung it up as soon as you two sat down at your table.

“What? I would never do that.” Hakkai said as he took a bite of the cake he had, as you tried showing him the footage only to not find it all. And you knew that you saved it to your camera roll.

“You feeling ok, baby? Are you sick?” Hakkai asked with a worried look as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, and you nodded sighing.

‘She didn’t realize I hacked into her phone!’ Hakkai thought happily

The first time you went over his house probably should’ve been the last….

“Wow, your room is cute.” You said looking around it was surprisingly neat and smelt like lavender, you were pretty sure he only cleaned up for you thought. “Thanks!” He said as you looked at the posters on the wall of many different things like sports and stuff. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get you something to drink make yourself at home” Hakkai said excitedly as you nodded sitting down on the bed to see a picture of you framed on the nightstand next to his bed. There was also a picture of you and him together, him and his sister, and of course him and Mistuya, and a few with him and his other friends. You smiled widely at the thought of the love and devotion he had for his friends and family, before you noticed light shining behind a door. It wasn’t his closet cause his closet was one of the first things you saw when you walked in.

You walked up to it cracking the door open slightly as your jaw dropped. You saw a few dim lights surrounding pictures…:pictures of you, what really got you were the pictures from last night of you sleeping.

“Y/N?” Hakkai asked as you quickly back away from the door as he had a tray of drinks and snacks on it. “What were you doing?” He asked as you put on a fake smile . “I was just curious to what was in there, I didn’t see anything” you said as he tilted his head to the right as you sat down on the bed.

“Whatever you say, love” Hakkai said as you thought about ways to distant your self from him. (It doesn’t work and it never will.)

Smiley

What’s not toxic about his bitch ass🙄 there’s a lot of things but let’s only go through the worst one, the way he’s roasts you like his life depends on it.

“You kind of look like a cracked out ferret in that jacket, take it off” Smiley said as you side eyed him zipping up the jacket that was actually cute asf. “Shut up for once, damn” You said frowning as you and angry stared at him like he was crazy.

No matter how many times you(really just angry) try to check him it just plays it off as joking, you’ve always been skeptical if he was. But angry always reassures you that’s his brother means no harm if he did he would’ve been made you bite the curb.

“Babe, you look like you eat mattresses for a living.” Smiley said as he helped you put on eyeshadow. “Are you kidding me? Why do you have to say things like that?” You said as his smile only seemed to get wider. “Like what?” He said snarkiliy as you rolled your eyes standing up to stare at your perfect face in the mirror. “You always make fun of me for everything I do…” you said walking out to the living to see angry sitting on the couch, you guys were going out to eat. “Don’t be stupid. You know I love you” Smiley said following you throwing his arm around your shoulder as angry stared at you with sad eyes.

A good thing is if anyone were to try to come for you he’d be very quick to put them in their place!

When you two were in the beginning stages you were getting picked on and smiley was the only one to help you out. “You wanna come for my, Y/N? First of all your lace front is literally lifting up, your underwear is probably crusty and musty just like your mom. Your built like a watermelon” Smiley went on and on until the girl finally went away tears in her eyes.

You can always count on him to have your back!

Angry

Delusional.

He got on smileys nerves so bad when he had a crush on you. Everyday smiley had to hear “she looked at me she must love me!” “She waved at me in the hall ways she wants to get married!” If smiley was out of his mind he would lay hands on angry, but he has some self control and he loves his brother a lot so he learns to silence him out. Angry’s delusional got 1000”x worst once you guys started to date.

“Y/N, told me to pick a box up I picked it up and she said thank you, she’s clearly madly obsessed and in love with me.” Angry said with a lovesick look as a few of the other members of Toman stared at him like he nuts.

Usually his delusionals are harmless but one time they got WAY Too out of hand.

You were going to the mailbox and the way your house is positioned, the window to your room is facing the whole front yard. Angry was watching you like a hawk with love in his eyes, well the love quickly turned into sadness as he saw a man a friendly looking man approaching you.

“Hi, Mr. Ronald! Long time no see” You said as you two started talking. Mr. Ronald was your old babysitter he was always kind to you and a joy to have around. Angry wasted no time in calling his brother “bro, I think Y/N is cheating on me!!!” Angry hollered as soon as smiley picked up the phone. “What?” Smiley said in confusion anger in his voice already planning on how he was going to beat you until your face was unrecognizable.

You were making your way inside when you heard angry yelling on the phone but is ceased once he heard the front door open. “Baby, is everything ok?” You asked walking up the stairs to see him with the most hurt look ever. “You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” He asked as you saw him fighting back tears in his eyes. “My Little cotton candy head, is this about Mr. Ronald?” You said sighing as you made sure to keep your distance since you knew his alpha came out when he crowd.

“I love you please don’t leave me for him, I-i promise I’ll change!!” He said as he ran up to you hugging you extremely tight, it felt like your lungs could burst any minute. “Angry, he’s like family to me, let me go” You groaned out trying to shove him off you as he kept sobbing about how you and your neighbor were getting married, and all types of dumb stuff. “Angry…” you said feeling life slowly getting further and

Further from you, as you heard thundering footsteps racing up the stairs.

“Woah, angry! Chill” Smiley said as he rushed over using all his strength to pull his brother from you, normally he wouldn’t interfere with stuff like this but he knew that his brother would never be the same if you died especially from his own hands. “Y/N? Honey? What have I done?!” Angry yelled out crying as he let you go watching as you gasped for air on the ground. “I’d never cheat on you angry…” you said coughing as smiley roughly patted your back as angry stared at his hands before running out wailing hysterically smiley following instantly.

Let’s just say you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at angry. Let alone speak to him after this(you guys got back together cuz you love you’re little blueberry)

Takemichi

He’s. Such. A. Crybaby

It’s like every little thing that goes slightly wrong sets him off.

You got a paper cut? He’s already crying a river. You passed a test? He’s crying while planning a special suprise for you, it’s honestly just ridiculous.

“Takemichi, why are you crying?” Mikey asked watching his friend cry while staring at his phone.

“Y-Y/N, only put one heart in her message!” He said wiping the snot off his face showing Mikey the message you sent him. ‘Have a great day I love you♥️’ the message said as Mikey stared at him in confusion.

Ngl that about it for him cause there’s really nothing wrong with him but being with a crybaby is mad toxic trust me I know😭 (I was going to make it he still clings into Hina but I passed on that cuz yeaaa)

He also has cheated on you multiple times mainly with hinata.

[angeliicheartt]

🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

I'M BACKKK<3 okok hear me out, what if, "you were supposed to be the one" with ur man shinsou hihi 🫶🏻

"ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ."

includes: hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

a/n: ermie reader and toshi are third years in this.. hope u like >:) lowk giving toshi and aizawa the same trauma

you walked side by side with hitoshi, your hands wrapped around his tense arm. the setting sun making the walk’s atmosphere romantic if it weren’t for your nerves brewing a storm of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. 

the two of you were assisting with a semi-big case through your work studies with edgeshot. you were both briefed on the dangers of the mission and were told you could opt out, but the heroes had asked for the two of you to help. the two of you had decided to take on the case, due to the two of you only being a few months away from graduating. and after graduation you would be doing cases like these all the time, so why not get some experience when you can?

your face lit up as you realized where hitoshi was leading the two of you. the both of you approached the park bench where you first spoke to him. it was a small park near UA, only a few blocks to walk.

you were walking to school when you saw hitoshi feeding a stray cat, the cat content with sitting in his lap as it munched. you recognized him from when he fought midoriya at the sports festival, and you’d heard aizawa was training him to be able to transfer into class A.

from the moment you sat down next to him, hitoshi wouldn’t stop thinking of you, often getting himself tangled in his capture scarf during his training, much to aizawa’s dissatisfaction. you began to regularly leave early for school in hopes of finding him at the park, and more often than not you did. 

when the dorms were enforced, you continued to wake up early, going for the short walk to the park to find hitoshi, in his casual clothes, feeding the stray the two of you decided to name “sugar” due to her white coat.

and then hitoshi was admitted into class A for second year and the two of you became closer. you were the first classmate he called his friend, and unknown to you, he acknowledged you as his friend long before.

and sometime between second year’s start and now the two of you had entered a relationship, working alongside each other both in training and at your shared work study.

you sat with hitoshi on the sacred park bench, the tension leaving your body as you take in the familiar scene. the rosy hues of the transitioning sky blanketing the world in a pink hue. 

“we haven’t been here in a while, i thought it could calm our nerves for tomorrow,” hitoshi says as you interlink your hand with his, his lavender eyes peering down at you. 

“well you thought right, i’m much calmer than i was before,” you state, your lips quirking up into a grin and hitoshi returns it with his shy smile. “c’mon toshi.. I can’t still be flustering you like this,”

“you very much can, actually.” he mutters as his head dips to your shoulder, hiding his flushed face in your skin. you laughed at his actions, his heart stuttering at the sound. 

“when are you gonna admit you’re in love with me, hm? only plausible explanation for this shyness to still be around,” you tease, laughing as he scoffs into the skin of your neck. 

“when the time is right, i will.” he murmurs, his free hand moving to play with the ends of your hair as he leans his cheek against your shoulder. 

“well you’ve gotta do it here, this is our spot.” you say, this exact spot was where you’d really met hitoshi, where he’d asked you to be his girlfriend. it was your spot.

panic filled hitoshi as your mangled body laid only a few feet in front of that same park bench. the mission had gone wrong. hitoshi tried to piece together the pieces of knowledge he could muster from his cloudy head. the villain you guys were trying to take down had struck you midair, launching you all the way to your park. 

you gasped for breath as the gash across your torso seeped blood. your right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, the sight unnerving. your left hand shakily moved to your stomach, feeling the warm substance spilling from the wound. you winced as it grazed over the injury. 

you let your head drop, but before it could hit the ground hitoshi’s hand was cradling it. he pulled you to him, holding you in his own shaking arms. your hazy eyes could just make out his messy, violet hair and his pinched brows.

“toshi..” you gasped, your chest heaving as you fought for breath. his eyes darted from your gushing wound to your eyes, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek.

“yeah, yeah, im here,” he whispers, his lips curving into an uneasy smile. “what do you need?”

“just..” you’re cut off by a cough, one where you can taste the metallic taste of blood in the back of your throat. “just.. you,” you whisper. you feel your eyes drooping, and your vision gets hazier, but you force them open, for hitoshi.

“i alerted UA, they're gonna come get you, okay? and you’ll be fine..” he whispers, his eyes glossing over. he knows you two are a good ten minutes away from the school by foot, and you were already seriously injured before you were knocked across the sky.

“hitoshi..” you murmur, your left hand moves from your blood-soaked uniform to cup hitoshi’s against your cheek. the dark red substance stains his hand. “you’ll..” a wheeze. “be okay.. right?”

hitoshi’s eyebrows furrow, his hold you growing tighter. “yes, i’ll be fine, y/n, and so will you, okay? just hang on,” his voice falters, his tone growing more and more panicked. 

you inhaled sharply, your breaths becoming more and more ragged. your lungs burned, your insides screamed at the pain echoing through your torso. they weren’t going to get here in time.

“toshi..” you murmur, your hand moving from his to cup his cheek, his face now stained in your blood as a tear drops down his cheek. “i’ve.. gotta go, okay?”

“no.. no no you can’t, you can’t. you were supposed to be the one..” you feel his chest rise and fall against your side, your own chest struggling to do so. 

“i love you..” you whispered, your lips quivering in a blissful smile as the pain finally dissipated. hitoshi tugged you closer to him, his body almost enveloping yours. “i love you, y/n.” he whispers into your hair, his tears falling freely as he feels your body stop. he feels the life leave you.

after a few minutes he hears the heroes from UA rushing toward him, aizawa at the head of the pack before they all stop a few feet away.

“she’s gone, mr. aizawa..”

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @satelitis @whenanafallsinlove @kozumesphone @tikitsune

[pursued-by-the-squid]

i. exorcizing demons

pairing: eventual gi-hun x gn!reader x in-ho

word count: 3.7k

ao3 | masterlist

December 26, 2021

Would you help that man? A shitfaced man abandoned to the sidewalk, the trash of the world in the eyes of people like Oh Il-nam. Do you still trust in humanity? In the people stepping over the bodies in the street, in the kind souls who go running for help. Do you still have hope? After everything he’s seen, everything he’s done.

Gi-hun squeezes his eyes shut.

Do you still have hope?

His jaw clenches against the cold and the memories and the bitter taste of the truth. Hope is… hard to come by these days.

But do you still have it?

He pushes the hair out of his eyes as the wind comes down over his head. A bit of snow goes sprinkling over his face and hand, some of it even catches in his eyelashes. He remembers the first time Ga-yeong saw snow and her chubby little face split wide open with a grin, how her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the city lights, how he’d looked at her in that moment and knew straight away that he would do anything for her. Anything in the world.

Then he remembers Sae-byok’s body, Sang-woo’s face. Ali’s voice.

Look at that. The quiet woop of the police siren. The panicked gestures of a good Samaritan. There’s someone who cares.

Hope.

Hope is…

Mrrow!

Gi-hun’s feet come to a stop, crunching softly on freshly fallen snow. He remembers the sting of ddakji and the elation of 100 thousand won in his pocket. He remembers the little striped thing hunting for scraps in the dumpster outside his house. In fact, when he turns toward the sound, curious, chasing a memory that feels too foreign to be his anymore, he almost swears he’s watching himself.

The shape of a person on their knees cuts through the snow, hand outstretched to scratch at the underside of a calico kitten’s chin, their head tilted in just the right way so their face is shadowed. The kitten meows again, playfully butting its head into the open palm of the hand still trying to feed it.

He smiles. For the first time in a year, Gi-hun finds it in himself to smile.

Do you still have hope?

“Hey there, little one.” The voice coming out of the shadows is accented and soft, trembling. A foreigner, he thinks, though he has no way of knowing from exactly where. It intrigues him, though. Maybe it reminds him of Ali. “You have to stay warm tonight, okay? It’s cold out here.”

The head tips back, out of the shadows and into a sliver of light from the nearby streetlamp, and suddenly the unknown they becomes a vaguely familiar you. No longer a stranger, but a person just like him. A bit of hair that peeks out from beneath a beanie, glassy eyes that look a bit like stars when the light hits them just right. A mouth that trembles as much as your voice does. He realizes with a start that you’re crying.

Do you still have hope?

He remembers the man on the street, perhaps only moments away from freezing to death but saved, ultimately, because someone had the courage to do what was right. He remembers Ga-yeong and all the ways he’s let her down since the moment she was born. He remembers Ali and Sang-woo and Sae-byok, and the little striped cat outside his mother’s house.

He lifts his chin in your direction. “Are you alright?”

October 2022

He had asked for one very simple thing – think of it as a dream. Let the past settle into your bones, let the horrors fade away with the morning sun, and carry on living. You were the winning horse, Seong Gi-hun. You could have galloped far away from here. Instead, he’s chosen to stay and fight. In-ho wants to understand why.

He knows why. He knows that 456 is a broken man, a selfish cheapskate who got pushed too far. He knows that 456 is as stubborn as he is troublesome. He knows everything he needs to know about him, but what In-ho doesn’t have is understanding. Gi-hun had been so desperate to leave the Games, and yet they’ve now become the only thing he lives for.

If they have anything in common – and that’s a remarkably strong assumption to make – he thinks it might be this.

The flash of light on his cufflinks catches in his reflection as In-ho takes a long sip of whiskey. He takes an equally long breath, his chest tight with irritation and exhaustion, and for the first time in a long time, he finds himself desperate for a cigarette. The inclination feels foreign to him now, even though he can still remember the itch in his lungs, the addictive sting of nicotine that now pulls at him for some inexplicable reason. He hasn’t smoked in years, not since…

Casting his drink aside, In-ho storms out of the bathroom and into his office. He pulls up every file he has available – the covert photos of Gi-hun’s hired loan sharks, the businesses he frequents, the people seen coming and going from that shithole he’s boarded himself inside. 45.6 billion won and this is what he chooses to do with it? It would be laughable if it weren’t also impacting the Games. He’s had to reroute several recruiters just to escape all those prying eyes and his player count is down because of it.

Bastard.

He doesn’t feel particularly inclined to killing Seong Gi-hun, not this close to the next Games. The VIPs are restless and demanding, the player count is worryingly low, and there are still loose threads left hanging after Oh Il-nam’s death. Piling on a perfect execution in addition to the rest of his obligations simply isn’t feasible, and he suspects that contacting 456 and threatening him will only double his efforts. It’s not worth the risk.

In-ho scans through every file, note, and photograph until his head throbs and his eyes are tired. He needs a different approach, something 456 won’t be expecting. His daughter is in America, too far away and too young to trifle with. His parents are dead. He doesn’t keep in contact with any of his friends from before the Games. There is, disappointingly, no exposed nerve-ending for him to tug at.

At least, there isn’t until there’s you.

The pictures had been written off as unimportant, an acquaintance made in passing but unconnected to any of Gi-hun’s schemes. After a year of constantly keeping 456 in his periphery, however, In-ho has developed something of a sixth sense when it comes to his weaknesses. The softening of the eyes, the lingering gaze, and it seems to have started the night that Oh Il-nam died.

The shots from the CCTV are timestamped to shortly after midnight. You’re petting a street cat, crying. 456 stops. He talks to you. He leaves. The exchange ends there, but you don’t. You crop up again on December 27th. 456 meets you on a college campus, his hair obnoxiously red and his beard gone. He offers you a small shoulder bag. And again, several weeks later. The red hair is gone by that point, and In-ho recognizes the timestamp with a jolt. Just days after refusing to board the plane to America. Another meeting, this one much more discreet, several months after that.

Now that he knows what to look for, In-ho finds traces of you everywhere he looks. What had once been presumed carelessness or laziness on the part of the hired loan sharks is revealed to be an obligation to keep watch over your apartment. The rare diversions from 456’s usual schedule that he had thought to be signs of a clandestine meeting are suddenly understood to be arrangements with you, located as far away from Gi-hun’s central hub and In-ho’s prying eyes as is possible and perfectly timed with the large withdrawals from Gi-hun’s bank account.

He’s been so incredibly careful, but not even 45.6 billion won can hide the truth – you are the very weakness he’s been searching for. How intriguing.

“You smell like cigarettes.”

It’s a little mean of you, perhaps, to poke at him like this after everything he’s done, but you hate feeling like a greedy stranger taking advantage of his kindness. Just once, you want to pretend that this arrangement is somewhat normal, that you have friends, that you sit down and have dinner with people. That you’re not absolutely insane for agreeing to all of this in the first place. So you poke, hoping that one day he’ll crack and give you something you can craft a friendship out of.

Gi-hun glances up at you from beneath his lashes. He has that look, the one that begs you not to push him farther than he can stand, but it’s more resigned than usual. He says nothing.

“It wouldn’t kill you to have a conversation with me, you know.”

“No,” he agrees after a moment, his head inclined to one side, “but it might kill you.”

Not for the first time, you wonder if you’ve gotten yourself tangled up in some kind of drug or human trafficking ring. Who else would have the ability to pay off your debts while also acting the way he does? But Gi-hun’s never really struck you as the type, despite all the mystery. It isn’t anger or hatred or anything evil that you see in his eyes. It’s sorrow.

The money is pushed across the table in its usual manner – a dark and unassuming little shoulder bag. “Classes are finishing soon, aren’t they.” It isn’t a question, exactly, but at least it’s something.

“Soon enough, yeah. Finals are coming up.”

He hums thoughtfully. “Will you be going back when you’ve finished? Back home?”

Even just thinking about it has your gut twisting in on itself. You have so many conflicting feelings about staying and even more about leaving. Staying wouldn’t even be an option if it weren’t for Gi-hun, yet now that the opportunity has presented itself… is it selfish of you to want to stay?

“Honestly, I… I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”

“I could…” The shadows that so often linger on his face lift for a few seconds, revealing something softer and lighter than you’ve ever seen from him. You might almost call it hope. “Whatever you decide, [___], I can still help you. I would like to help you.”

His words ring in your ear all the way home. He’s already helped you so much. He’s given you millions of won by now and he still wants to give you more? Gi-hun doesn’t even know you, doesn’t even want to know you, and yet he seems content enough to throw his money at you. You don’t even know where he gets it from. You don’t even know why he picked you out of the entire population of Seoul. What makes you any better, any different from the rest of the students struggling to make ends meet? What makes you worthy of his aid?

You lie in bed the entire night, staring at the ceiling and wondering to the point of hysteria. I would like to help you, he’d said and a part of you had desperately wanted to leap at the opportunity. You could move to a nicer neighborhood. You could buy some new shoes, ones better suited for the coming winter weather. And then your mind starts to wander even further. Charming knick-knacks you’ve seen in passing, that new album from your favorite K-group, a new potted plant to replace the one you accidentally killed – things you don’t truly need, but want all the same. Non-necessities.

You’re selfish, you ultimately decide. Greedy. How in the world do you manage the audacity to even consider spending Gi-hun’s money on anything other than school fees? Saving a few hundred won to splurge on decent meals and new highlighters is one thing, but choosing to remain in Korea because staying means receiving money without labor is another.

The following day passes in a blur. Lectures go right over your head. Your food tastes bland and unappealing. The bundle of cash tucked into your backpack burns a hole through your spine. Ought to be ashamed of yourself. You watch the numbers in your savings account steadily tick up, but instead of lifting a bit of weight off your shoulders, all it does is settle in your stomach like a rock.

A shadow passes over you at the bus stop, another rider settling onto the bench. Their briefcase is placed in the space between you, followed by a gentle click. You turn your head so you’re gazing out at the street and sigh. You have several assignments to work on tonight, a mostly bare cupboard, and no motivation to take care of either problem. Defeat begins to creep into your bones. Maybe you should take the rest of the day off. Order takeout and watch something mindless to distract yourself. There’s a decent ramyeon place just down the–

“Excuse me.”

You start, blinking back into the present with a frown. The shadow sitting beside you is smiling. She looks like a businesswoman, very pristine in her charcoal gray blazer, pencil skirt, and pitch-black heels.

“Would you like to play a game?”

If that’s a pick-up line, it’s the weirdest one you’ve ever heard.

“I’m… sorry?”

The woman gestures to her briefcase, now propped open and twisted around so it’s facing you. There are two folded squares on one side, one red and one blue, and an obscene stack of bundled won on the other. Your mouth drops open. That’s�� that’s…

“Ddakji. Do you play?”

“I…” You can’t look away from the money, all that money. What is she doing carrying that much money around, and especially as a woman? That’s hardly safe, let alone smart. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, “I don’t understand.”

The woman picks up the two squares before snapping the briefcase shut. The sound is enough to jolt you out of your trance. She holds the squares before you, one in each hand, and she explains the game, slow and steady like a teacher guiding a particularly slow student. You make a considerable effort not to be offended.

“Flip my square over and I’ll give you 100 thousand won. If I flip your square over, you give me 100 thousand won.”

“… Why?”

The woman shrugs lightly, unbothered by the query and, apparently, equally unbothered to properly reply. “If you’re not interested in playing–”

The speed with which you reach out to stop her genuinely surprises you. “No. No, I didn’t say that.”

100 thousand won isn’t exactly petty cash. If you win even a single round, you could buy yourself dinner without dipping into Gi-hun’s money, and after spending the past 24 hours agonizing over your own selfishness and greed, the thought of leaving his money untouched is a balm on your wounded soul.

“Excellent,” she says, her smile cracking even farther across her face. You pretend not to notice the unnerving emptiness in her eyes. “Which color would you like?”

If you’re ever in trouble, call me. I will help you.

You’ve never taken him up on the offer, never needed to before. It’s not so much that you’re in trouble as it is that you’re deeply unsettled. Your encounter with the strange businesswoman had left you with 300 thousand won, a sore cheek, the promise of more money, and a very curious business card. It’s almost too good to be true. It’s almost too similar to the proposition you were given nearly a year ago by a much kinder man, with dark, sad eyes and an affinity for street cats.

“Yes?”

It had taken him nearly six rings to answer. Maybe he’s busy. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe you’re annoying him.

Your throat closes up and you’re suddenly choking around your words. “N-Nothing. No, sorry. I’m sorry. Never mind–”

“[___],” he implores, his voice more stern than it was a second ago. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly. I just…” You’re shaking your head, peering down at the business card in your hands, pressing the pointed corners into the whorls of your fingerprints and wishing that life was so much simpler than it’s turned out to be. “Something happened today and I don’t…”

You don’t what? You don’t know what to do? You don’t know if you should tell him about the 300 thousand won, or you don’t know if you want to try for more? Or maybe you don’t know if you can trust him anymore.

“Where are you?” he mutters, and his voice is like gravel. “Are you hurt?”

“No! No, I’m fine, it’s not that. It’s… I met this woman and she gave me a card, and I don’t… I’m…” It doesn’t hit you until you feel the tears leaking from the corner of your eyes that you’re crying. “I’m scared.”

Somewhere on the other end of the line, you hear the clattering of objects and the huff of Gi-hun’s breath. “Stay where you are, I’ll come get you.”

Panic sparks at the base of your neck, hot and electric, and you’re shaking your head again, eyes wide and terrified. “No, don’t. It’s okay, I’m okay.”

But he doesn’t listen. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. “Stay on the phone until I get there. Tell me what happened.”

“It’s nothing,” you protest.

“Tell me.”

Your eyes dart around your surroundings. The bus has already deposited you at your home stop. It’s late, the sun is starting to set and your stomach is gurgling angrily, and you want nothing more than to barricade yourself inside your apartment and block out the rest of the world, to pretend that everything is normal and fine.

But everything is not normal. It hasn’t been normal since Gi-hun met you on the street and promised to pay every single one of your expenses. It hasn’t been normal all the times he met you in the quiet, unassuming corners of a public park, or at the bus stop, or just outside class. It hasn’t been normal at all and you’re a fool for wanting to believe otherwise.

“Who are you?”

Gi-hun grunts in confusion. “What?”

“Are you… Is this some kind of gang thing? Or like, a pyramid scheme?”

The phone is quiet for a long time, long enough that you almost think he hasn’t heard you. Or doesn’t care enough to answer. You pull the phone away from your ear just to ensure that he hasn’t dropped the call, but no. He’s still there.

“Gi-hun-ssi?”

A massive gust of wind comes screaming down the street, funneled in by the skyscrapers, and you tell yourself it’s for that reason that a chill runs down your spine. Not the embers burning in his throat when he utters, “Was it him? The man in the suit?”

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth when you reply. “No, it was a woman. She approached me at the bus stop and asked me to play this game with her.”

“The game. Was it ddakji?”

“Yeah, I…” Is the man psychic? “How did you know?”

Gi-hun’s end falls silent again, punctuated only by low, incoherent mutterings, his labored breaths, and the distant revving of an engine. Is he driving? You weren’t even aware he knew how, he only ever meets you on foot. You call his name once, twice, again and again, but he refuses to dignify you with an answer. All the while, your anxiety is mounting.

He knows about the ddakji. How could he know about the ddakji unless he were somehow connected to it? And both he and the strange woman were loaded with cash, inexplicably so. They both cornered you in the street, friendly enough in Gi-hun’s case, but it’s suspicious all the same.

You breathe heavily into the receiver. You’re trying to find the right words to all the right questions, trying to find sense in a nonsensical world, and you’re failing miserably.

“I have to go.”

Gi-hun’s breath audibly catches, then you hear him fumbling for the phone. “No, [___], don’t hang up. I’m almost there.”

You’re afraid to ask. You don’t want to know, you don’t want to hear an answer that you know you won’t like, but you have to ask. You have to. “Almost where?”

“Stay. Put,” he tells you, and you can picture the look on his face – the gritted teeth and furrowed brows. It’s enough to finally knock some sense into your thick skull.

You drop the call and go to shove your phone in your pocket when you hear the distant sound of a car horn blaring. It’s a few blocks away, but moving quickly, as if it were hurtling down the street abnormally fast. It’s probably nothing. You’re paranoid. You’re hungry and you’re not thinking straight, and it’s been a long day, and you just need a few minutes to relax and compose yourself, and everything is so, so much. You wish it would stop.

Instinct has you darting inside your apartment building, rushing as fast as you can for the elevator. Your fist slams into the button for your level and after a second, you push some of the buttons above your floor as well. Just in case. And then once you’re inside your room, you’ll bolt the door. Just in case. And you’ll draw the shades. Throw away that damn card. You’ll forget all about Gi-hun and the money and the ddakji woman (his cohort? accomplice?), and you’ll go back to your home country when your classes are done, and Korea will be little more than a distant memory. Just in case.

The elevator dings as it pulls up to your floor.

Just in case.

It’s for the best regardless. Normal people, smart people don’t go around accepting money from strangers.

The door slams shut behind you. You triple check the lock. You ignore the incoming texts from Gi-hun asking why you won’t pick up the phone, why you’re running, if you’re okay, and focus instead on darkening the apartment so it looks like no one is home. Just in case.

[kitkat-the-muffin]

For fun I reread Cinderella Boy and kept track of everything in the following categories:

What the boys know about Buddy and vice versa:

Buddy:

Knows Chase is 18

Knows Chase takes dance lessons (or more accurately that he’s on a dance team). Amendment: knows Chase took 4 years of dance lessons

Knows that Chase knows basically nothing about the keys and their actual power

Knows Chase has a gluten allergy

Knows Chase is sensitive to gore and violence

Knows Chase is a fan of musicians

Knows Chase loves to sing

POSSIBLY knows Chase’s full name and trademark (if he was actively listening)

Knows Chase is on good terms with Silver

Thinks Chase stole the Heroine and Helper keys

Knows Deacon chose the cat story (this will affect his perception of him)

Knows Chase dislikes boats because he is scared of the water (and that Chase is prone to seasickness)

Knows Deacon likes making plans

Is under the impression that Deacon and Chase met on the bus

POSSIBLY knows about Chase’s grandpa (depends on his eavesdropping abilities during their first meeting)

Knows that Chase found his key with the missing page from the book that supposedly belongs to the “old man” (this further supports the misconception he has that Chase stole them)

Chase:

Is aware Buddy has allies

Knows Buddy is NOT sensitive to gore and violence

Knows Buddy hates singing but likes dancing

Believes Buddy is on bad terms with Violet

Believes Buddy doesn’t know his full name

Knows Buddy is a Drama Queen

Knows Buddy hates getting wet

Knows Buddy is searching for the keys and expected someone else to have Silver

Deacon:

Is aware of Buddy and Ex Libris and pays more attention to that info than Chase does

Believes Buddy does know Chase’s full name

Thinks Buddy is very intense

Knows Buddy is a tsundere lol (or at least I think he’s capable of picking up the hints of the trope)

Knows Buddy is a Drama Queen

Knows Buddy hates him in particular

Knows Buddy hates getting wet

Suspects that Buddy is working for someone else

Additional notes:

Chase used to have a copy of the book he found Silver’s key in as a kid

Buddy says he needs to get the Heroine key back “before the old man finds out something’s missing”

The keys cannot be removed from their user’s person within the story

Chase has a friend named Simon who flakes out on dance practice

Buddy says that there are people more deserving of the keys, implying he has people in mind. He also says “our keys” implying he has allies

Gaining Narratonin takes mental fortitude

It is acknowledged that Buddy uses some kind of unknown method to end up in the same books Chase does

Buddy loves bugs and insects

Boris the horse hates Deacon

In Cinderfella (I), Buddy agrees to stop trying to bully Chase out of the books if he can complete all of the original Cinderella novel

Buddy drew a smiley face at the bottom of the chore list. I just think that’s neat

Buddy is willing to give Chase hints to progress the story

When Buddy tells Chase to water the grave of Cinderella’s mother, the task makes him feel uncomfortable and he asks to opt out of it (which he can’t). He says it hits too close to him :(

Story-relevant clothing disappears once a key-holder is wearing it

Fairytale food has no effect on the digestive system

Chase feeding and naming the birds. I just love that. One of them is named Jake

Silver’s full name is Little Silver

Silver says that entering someone else’s book without having the book on hand is impossible, meaning Buddy is breaking some kind of rule (unless he is a part of Ex Libris and is using an unknown spell)

Narratonin is the pure form of humanity’s enjoyment of stories

There are 12 keys in total

Silver and Violet are sisters. Amendment: Bronze is their brother

Narratonin can heal small wounds

Chase’s mom is named Myra and his dad was named George. George is dead and Myra has cancer

The keys don’t have parents so they likely all consider themselves siblings

Buddy hates Chase’s singing voice

Buddy knows a lot about the keys and claims that it’s helpful to be on speaking terms with them, which contradicts Ex Libris’s ideals

Keys are capable of tasting and digesting food (it is unknown if they produce waste)

The key Chase failed to buy was gold-colored, likely named Gold 🤔

Chase can’t count

Silver loves cheese

Deacon loves horses but horses hate him. Amendment: the same goes for unicorns

Chase loves sparkly things

Buddy is somehow capable of knowing the entire plot of the book he’s in, including obscure stories like the cat one

Buddy was only aware that the Heroine key was missing (likely only after running into Chase for the first time, however) and is surprised to later find out other keys were gone too

Real-world items can be taken into the books, like cellphones and jackets

Buddy knows a fair amount about cats

At the end of Toffee Break, Buddy says that Chase “will be useful after all” after acknowledging his ability to derail the stories. His plans remain a mystery 🤔 since we already know he prefers to follow a story to the letter, what use could he have of Chase who does the opposite?

Punko implied the existence of a Mary Sue key

Chase’s full name is Charlie Everett Hollow. Deacon’s full name is Deacon Everett Hollow. They share a middle name

Chase is 18, Deacon is 20, and Buddy "looks 20-ish"

According to Punko, Buddy would do ANYTHING for a chocolate bar

If Chase’s wedding vows include the phrase “timely jewelry retrieval” we are all legally allowed to make fun of him

Chase's dream husband is a "super crazy hot vampire guy" from the Mistenwood Movie franchise named Caspian Wolfsblood

“After all that… and it’s just a small… weak little thing like you.” This implies many things. After all what? What do you mean by “thing”? We need answers, Buddy! He ends their first ever conversation with “it’s your funeral” which is VERY concerning, as if using the keys incorrectly may kill Chase???? So many questions!

Boris the horse has been in the house before

Boris ate one of Deacon’s shirts

When Deacon and Chase were kids, they’d play in the attic area above Chase's room and Chase’s dad would warn them not too fall off the ladder

Chase has an Alistair shrine under his bed

Bronze is 100% content with living in an oven mitt

Chase openly hates Deacon’s mom

Chase loves coconuts

Chase tried to take photos of Buddy with both digital and film cameras but they turned up blank. He took a lot of test shots though. A lot

Chase lies when he says he tried to take the photos for Silver, because they realized Buddy was too young for her to recognize him the same day he met her

It can be assumed that book objects can be taken into the real world thanks to Bronze’s request for a seashell from the Beach Boys arc, but as the arc is currently unfinished we do not know if this is truly possible

Ex Libris lore:

They created the keys

They kept the keys in a library and rarely let them interact in their person forms

Silver last remembers being in the “Ex Libris building” which is the society’s headquarters

The Order of Ex Libris had many spells and secrets

Narratonin was discovered before the keys were created, and they were created to collect this substance

The keys were used constantly by lower members of the order and then given to senior members to make wishes

The keys were kept on key rings to keep them asleep, and the keys themselves were stored in a very safe and secure location (presumably a box)

As a StarGoth Enthusiast I will also log every time Chase and Buddy blush in response to each other:

Cinderfella (I)

Toffee Break (II)

Toffee Break (V)

Toffee Break (V)

[miifu666]

Yandere isekai! Alpha!

Who you met during your mindless scrolling through the brainrotting reels and videos thats feeding the addiction part of your brain, in no time you're suddenly transported in the middle of a busy street with your pajamas.

Not knowing if you've accidentally sleepwalked or if you were daydreaming, you noticed the strange waft of different smells the people around you have.

Its all too much for your brain, the smell of different perfumes clashing eachother is making your head spin. In no time, you accidentally hit your head on someone.

A tall person, maybe 6'7 you note. You have to crank your neck upwards to see him, apologize and run back to your home despite forgetting that you're in the middle of an unknown street.

"S..sorry..?" You half muttered, trying to get a glimpse of the man by squinting, the backlight of the sun isn't helping the unfortunate circumstances you're in.

"No problem! ...hey are you lost, little thing?" The man tilted his head, blocking the sun and giving you a bit of how he looks now. "You don't smell like an average beta.. or omega... even alpha"

He's an attractive person, a lazy smile etched on his perfectly smooth face. Pulling the fat of the cheeks a little and curving his cat-like eyes just beneath his golden rimmed glasses. Theres a few moles you see near his left eye, under the eyebrow and bottom lip. He looks like one of those pinterest models you see, one that people put as a drawing reference.

"Uhm.. what?"

"You're okay?"

"I think so? What do you mean.. average beta?"

Hearing your answer, the tall man can only hummed and fix his dark blue hair. It wasn't long enough to reach his shoulder but not short enough to reach his ears too, a layered cut maybe? You try to figure out the man's body action before hearing out what he has to say. Theres a small fear of you getting kidnapped, pulled into some drunken bar or maybe a dimmed and empty place to steal your organs.

"Betas? You know, the second gender?" He muttered, the lazy smile is still stapled on his face. You asked if he's talking about the same beta, omega and alpha that you know about. The ones that you've read in fiction and posts, a universe where people have secondary genders instead of just the usual biological male or female. "Hmmm... yes?".

You wanted to laugh, make a weird face, punch him on the guts, to say he's joking would be an understatement. He looks serious, in fact. He looks at you judgingly despite the small smile he kept. You panicked, finding out that those isekai fictions are actually happening to you, during your scrolling on the dumb thin brick of electronic. Maybe if you weren't so focused on it, you would realized you're slowly being transported into another dimension.

The man tilted his head again, a small humm is heard despite the loud steps of the crowd walking past you. The crowd, you're also in the middle of the busy street. The sweat on your palms feels more wet now that you realized everyone is seeing you in your pajamas, the only pair of outfit you wear to be comfortable alone, uninterrupted in your small abode.

"You look so anxious.. wanna go somewhere to talk? Seems like you need something to straighten your mind"

Time moves quickly, you're now sitting in a thick sofa. One that feels like its been used for years, the comfortable dent it has gives you a sense of belonging. The man, introduced himself as Elias. Explained to you how this world works, after noticing how despite having betas around. You have a particular smell that isnt too strong or "unique" as he would say it. "Quite the catch you are" he smiled as he tilted his head again, the act reminding you of an owl. "An alpha like me have sharper nose... but i can barely smell you. Its like smelling a deer.. small deer"

Now you're lounging in his house, holding a warm chamomile tea he brewed. Feeling snug despite being in a strangers house, waiting for him to finish changing. He discussed about you having a place to stay, urging you to live in his house for awhile till you can figure things out in this world. 'How kind..' you think, 'maybe the alphas in the fiction isnt as horrible as it actually is in here... '

You didn't noticed the lingering look he's giving you, the licking of his lips each time you tend to appear skittish and unsafe. He has a need to keep you alone, keep you safe around him and maybe spoil you a bit. Who knows? Maybe throughout all his life being an Apex Alpha, you are his true mate. The reason he's been so devoid of any feeling and not so obedient for his wolf side is because you haven't appeared in his universe.

Fortunately hes a patient man, so patient. He can easily break you down to become his perfect little omega, no matter if you'll have it as a second gender or not. In his eyes, you'll always be an omega. His omega

Elias is an old yandere oc i created, i had some ideas of how he is but i wanted to show more of his personality here. Theres a few notes past me put on his character but the rest, is improvised.Sooo this is all not proofread.

[areallivegirl7]

a mission of liberation. 1995. part one

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: none, so far.

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 1k

notes: I don’t know where exactly this is going, I usually don’t do this, but I’m so excited about this ship I had to do something. I'm shrugging right now but in a way that i definitely know instead of what the shrug implies. tee hee. because it's so clear they should fuck so it will happen, trust. also this is unedited. i don't have time for that.

edit: why didn’t any of you tell me I was spelling Alexei wrong? I am betrayed and hurt. next chapter postponed.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Alexi had a good life, doing what he loved. A nice house, a dog, a job that he loved more than anything in the world, students that maybe hated him, even a potential girlfriend. Everyone knew him to be a kind spirit, maybe annoying at times with his loud personality, but after he walks through the doors of his beautiful house, feeds his dog, eats his homemade all american meal, and lays down to sleep in his goose feather bed, he thinks of someone he misses so dearly. 

Someone he knew as his best friend. 

And it didn’t feel good to think about him , like Alexi would die for it to be. His chest eroded anytime his existence was uttered by his subconscious while his mind was at rest. His “good life” kept the thoughts of him at bay, but every night, the guilt only made it worse. 

A smile shouldn’t haunt a man. Often, when the Red Guardian thought of the brutal brainwashing his lost friend had been subjected to, he couldn't help but think of his smile when he resisted it. 

The worst part, somehow, was that he didn’t even know his name. Neither of them did- but at least “The Coney Island Hero” wasn’t subjected to remembering that someone had given him that nickname. Alexi was left to suffer that. 

But there are many distractions from this- one being that he now leads a double life, working for SHIELD, doing hero-work, an umbrella term to describe anything from shutting down Nuclear Cold-War weapons and saving people from burning buildings- sometimes even cats. The bastardly things. 

Until one day, on a mission, he saw someone he’d been dreaming about. 

Alexi never went a day without seeing the shadow of The Coney Island Hero, which is why he almost brushed it aside, but then, he slapped him right in the face- which proved nothing. He was seeing The Winter Soldier now. The Shadow of The Coney Island Hero laid in him, even if he might not remember it. 

There’s one who does though, and Alexi knew that this time, he wasn’t going to lose him. He was going to liberate him, in a true American fashion.

 Brainwashing goes both ways. Alexi was going to brainwash the winter soldier back to the man he knew. The man that deserved to live a life free. 

And for reasons unknown to him, there was something deeper stirring under the surface of this fundamental belief. Something… personal. 

MISSION REPORT. 1995. 

“Get that crying baby out of here, I’m trying to talk to the woman,” Alexi ordered, slamming a fist on Peggy’s  desk with a scowl. “This is important, little girl!”

The baby mirrored his scowl. “I’m thwee,” she said, sticking out her tongue and holding her Dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You are a  very cute baby, I cannot stay angry for long,” Alexi gave in, waving as she walked out, grinning ear to ear at the sight. “Goodbye baby.”

Silence wavered between them as Alexi smiled silently, staking in the sights of the stuffy brown office that overlooked the streets of New York City, various noises fading into white noise as he let himself drift away to another place. It was subconscious at this point. 

Coney Island. He’d been there several times hoping to run into its hero. 

He stayed there until a British accent woke him back up. “Alexi, you came here very passionate about something, would you like to… elaborate further on what you saw?” 

“Uh, what?” Alexi stuttered, “oh, yes. The Winter Soldier. I saw him there, Agent Carter. I knew him, yes I knew him well. He liberated me.” 

“The Winter Soldier? He’s a myth.. An urban legend. What makes you think you know him?” Peggy inquirered, grabbing her reading glasses from the desk in front of her, holding her files out far enough to see. 

Alexi laughed. “You cannot fool me, Agent Carter. I know you know what you say isn’t true. You may be the supreme leader of SHIELD, but I was a supreme leader of the Red Room. I knew of the Winter Soldier. But then, I knew him. He didn’t know himself though.”

She looked at him through her glasses. “Alright, fine. He does exist. But you aren’t supposed to know that. It’s what we’d all like to keep a secret.” Peggy became somber, setting down her files. “What do you mean he didn’t know himself?” 

“I mean,” Alexi began. “We bonded. He got us French fries, we had jokes, and I tried to help him remember what his name was. The best he could do was Coney Island. That means he was the hero, no?” 

“The hero? I doubt he was ever a hero. I don’t know who-“

“But he doesn’t remember. He used to be someone! Someone who is no one wouldn’t remember Coney Island,” Alexi said in confidence, his eyes traveling to outside the window once more. “Even if he wasn’t, he deserves to live free.”

“You’re saying that the Winter Soldier was brainwashed?” Peggy asked, practically in disbelief as her soldiers squared, only slightly looking down at her feet when Alexi earnestly nodded his head. 

She got up and walked around the room, seemingly deep in thought about something, in such a manor that made him twist his fingers anxiously in wait for whatever she was going to say next. Perhaps “you’re crazy, we’re taking your job and your money.”  or worse, “there’s nothing we can do.”.

 Finally, she said, “Alexi, I’m giving  you a mission.”

Alexi shot up like lighting to his feet, turning around the face Peggy, who had her hands neatly clasped behind her back, a serious look of final determination on her aged face. 

“Yes ma’am?” Alexi asked, his heart practically breaking through his ribs. 

“Find and free The Winter Soldier.” 

<> part 2 out now

[azrielsshadowbaby]

If You Don't Know- Chapter Six

Dahlia sat frozen in the driver’s seat, the slam of the car door still reverberating through her bones. At first, all she could feel was the hollow ache- the kind that sat somewhere deep in her chest, twisting tight. But after a minute, once the echo had faded, once Alys had disappeared down the pavement in a storm of hair and boots, something else began to settle in.

Anger. Pure, sharp, low-burning anger.

Because fuck her.

What had happened between Dahlia and Aemond had been before Alys ever walked into the picture. Before her matching mugs in his kitchen. Before her shampoo lined up on his shelf. Before her whining voice had ever echoed down the hallways of that farmhouse. Dahlia hadn’t snuck around. She hadn’t lied. She hadn’t crept into his bed while he was with someone else.

And yet she’d sat there and let Alys rip into her like she’d been caught with her hand in the goddamn cookie jar. Like she was the villain. And sure the thong thing wasn’t ideal. But it has been his drawer. His choice to keep it. Not hers.

And the car door slam?

If Alys slammed her door like that again, Dahlia was going to put her head through the window.

The thought made her snort bitterly to herself as she climbed out of the Jeep, grabbing her bag and slamming the door shut herself, just to hear the sound of something. She moved through town on autopilot, first stop: the vet clinic. Criston Cole had remembered her instantly and gave her his number, claiming it was in case she ever needed help around the farm. The way he lingered on ‘Happy to drop by if Alicent ever needs anything’ made her stomach twist in a different, exasperated way. Of course he fancied Alicent. That man found more excuses to loiter at the farmhouse than the barn cats.

Next, the grocer. She picked up everything she needed for herself, fruit, bread, coffee and everything Alicent had texted her for the main house. Oat milk, her specific brand of black tea, and two more tubs of sheep feed pellets. It was normal. Mundane. Comforting in a way. But under it all, her fingers still itched with fury.

She kept running over the conversation again and again, every insult, every bitter twist of Alys’ mouth. The smug little smirk when she’d realised Dahlia’s secret. The implication that Dahlia was nothing more than some slutty footnote in Aemond’s past? That was the part that made her teeth grit.

Back in the car, she finally checked her phone.

2 missed calls- Haelena

Income SMS from Haelena – 15:08pm

-Don’t worry about giving Alys a lift, she got an Uber back. Walking into the house like a literal hurricane and has been screaming at Aemond since she got back. Aegon’s hid in the pantry. Text me when you’re on your way back so I can open the wine.

Dahlia stared at the message for a long moment. Her hands trembling slightly on the wheel, but this time, not with guilt. This time, it was rage barely held at bay.

The gravel crunched softly under the tyres as Dahlia pulled back around the back of the farmhouse. The engine ticked as it cooled, but she didn’t move. She just sat there in silence, hands still on the wheel, heart caught somewhere between tired and angry. The groceries where in the boot. The air in the car smelled faintly of citrus and oats and leather.  Beyond the windscreen, the farmhouse looked quiet, deceptively peaceful. But the tension still hung in the air like smoke, and she knew better than to believe it had all blown over.

She exhaled hard, letting her head fall back against the seat. Alys’ voice still rang in her ears, every word sharp, cruel, a little too well aimed. Dahlia had done her best to rise above it, to keep her cool, to walk away with some sense of dignity. But the bruises were there. Invisible but throbbing.

She was gathering the strength to climb out when her phone buzzed in the console beside her. She picked it up without thinking.

Incoming SMS from Unknown Number

-Hey. It’s Arryk. Got your number from Aegon, hope that’s okay. I was wondering if you’d want to grab food Friday night. No pressure.

Dahlia blinked at the message, reading it twice over.

It shouldn’t have made her stomach twist. But it did.

She stared out of the window again, the golden haze of late afternoon softening the edges of the farmhouse. Somewhere behind one of those walls, Alys was probably still seething. Aemond was likely still silent. Haelena, bless her, was probably dragging Aegon out of whatever hiding spot he’d chosen.

Dahlia sighed, thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was a nice message. Sweet, even. And Arryk? Arryk had always been kind. Harmless. He was the safe option. A chance at something uncomplicated. But she wasn’t built for uncomplicated. And truthfully, deep down, she didn’t want safe. She wanted Aemond.

She wanted his hands and his temper and his devotion. The boy who’d whispered that he’d build her a house the colour of sunshine and never stop loving her, no matter where she had to go. But now that boy had a woman in his bed. A woman who though Dahlia was a ghost come to destroy her life. And some small part of Dahlia wasn’t sure she was wrong. She didn’t want to play into that narrative. Didn’t want to give Alys any mor reason to call her a homewrecker. She needed space. And she needed to stop pretending she hadn’t come back already half hoping for everything to fall back into place.

She typed quickly.

Outgoing SMS to Unknown Number

-Hey, thank you for the invite. That’s really sweet. I’m just swamped this week getting set up on the farm and getting my feet under me again. Maybe another time though. Hope that’s okay.

She stared at it for a moment. Then hit send. The message delivered instantly. No typing bubbles. Not yet.

She locked the phone and finally opened the door, the heavy scent of earth and hay meeting her in the breeze. Back to reality. Back to the storm she’d accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, walked into. But at least, for now, she could say she wasn’t adding fuel to it. Even if every part of her ached to burn.

The boot of the Jeep creaked open as Dahlia reached in and started pulling out the groceries, the bags of feed, the oat milk Alicent liked, the tea, a few things for her own fridge. The sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky gold, casting long shadows across the gravel drive. Her back was to the house when she heard the sliding door open.

‘I was watching from the window’ Alicent called, her voice calm but edged with something unreadable. ‘Let me help’

Dahlia turned, trying to hide how tired she felt behind a small smile. ‘You might regret volunteering’

‘I seriously doubt that if it gets me out of that house’ Alicent muttered, stepping beside her to take the bag of tea and produce.

Dahlia laughed, barely, as they leaned into the boot of the Jeep. And then they both froze. Alys’ voice, shrill and furious, cut through the warm air, muffled only by the walls of the farmhouse.

‘-Don’t walk away from me when I’m fucking talking to you, Aemond!’

Aemond’s voice thundered next. ‘You want to scream about this? You want to throw plates? Go ahead! But don’t make out like I’ve done something wrong by having a past!’

‘Oh, don’t pull that shit!’ Alys shrieked. ‘A past? A past? You didn’t just sleep with her, Aemond- you kept her fucking underwear like some deranged trophy’

Alicent sighed beside Dahlia, visibly resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Aemond’s footsteps were heavy as they pounded through the kitchen toward the back doors.

‘She’s living right down the fucking hill, Aemond! And you didn’t think I deserved to know that it was her?’

‘I didn’t think it would matter!’ He shouted back.

‘Well it fucking matters now!’

The doors flew open again. Aemond strode out, face tight, jaw clenched, fury and shame stitched into the set of his shoulders. And he stopped, chest heaving. He looked at Dahlia. Just looked. For one long, unreadable moment.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe under the weight of his stare. There was guilt in it. And sadness. And something else too, something sharp and unspoken. Then he turned away, climbed into his truck, and slammed the door behind him. The engine growled to life, the tyres spun once over gravel, and then he was gone.

The sliding doors slammed open again behind them. Alys stood there like a storm cloud, eyes blazing, hair wild.

‘Go one then!’ she screamed after him. ‘Run! Right back to her!’

Her snapped to Dahlia. And went deadly still. ‘You two deserve each other’ And with that, she spun back inside, the door slamming behind her like a gunshot.

Silence. Only birdsong now. Distant and unfitting. Alicent exhaled slowly beside her, still holding a paper bag of ginger.

‘If you don’t hit her soon’ She muttered ‘I’ll have to beat you to it’

Dahlia let out a breathless chuckle, trying not to drop the arm full she held. ‘Get in line’

Alicent gave her a sideways glance, her mouth twitching. ‘You alright?’

‘No’ Dahlia replied honestly. ‘But at least I’m not hiding in the pantry with Aegon.’

They both chuckled. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to take the edge off for now.

It had been two days since Aemond stormed out and Alys tried to burn the sky down with her voice. And in those two days, Dahlia had become something of a ghost on the farm. She’d stayed tucked into the rhythm of her chores, working the lower paddocks, double checking lambing logs, brushing down the cows with care that bordered on obsessive. The cottage had become her safe house, her bunker.

She hadn’t stepped foot inside the main farmhouse since the argument. And she hadn’t seen Aemond, not properly. Just the taillights of his truck disappearing down the lane, or the quiet thump of his boots down the gravel. Alys was harder to avoid. The woman made sure her presence was known. Footsteps loud on the stones, exaggerated laughter that carried from the porch when Dahlia passed by.

Dahlia didn’t go up to the house, didn’t sit at the big able with the others for dinner. She didn’t have an appetite, not for food and certainly not for whatever look might be waiting for her across the table. She cooked for herself. Toast, sometimes soup. The occasional instant ramen. The silence was loud, but at least it was her own. And Haelena had let her have it. For a day. Two, maybe. But by Thursday evening, her patience was up.

The knock on the cottage door wasn’t so much a knock as It was the sound of the handle turning and the door creaking open. Dahlia turned from the stove, where she’d been turning two sad looking veggie sausages in a frying pan.

Haelena was wearing her fluffiest jumper, the one with embroidered sunflowers, and balancing two bottles of wine, a bag of crisps, a container of hummus, left over Chinese takeout and what looked like a block of cheese with a fork stabbed into it.

‘Right’ Haelena said, stepping in and toeing off her shoes. ‘We are not doing another night of Sad Girl Supper. Move over, I bought provisions’

Dahlia blinked ‘It’s not that sad. I had real bread today’

‘You had a tortilla folded in half with marmalade on it’

‘It that… my hummus?’

‘Justice doesn’t concern itself with ownership. Where are you wine glasses?

‘Probably still in a moving box’

Haelena sighed. ‘We’ll drink from mugs like the queens we are. Set the cushions on the floor in the front room and light some candles. We’re having a picnic; you need social rehabilitation’

Dahlia smiled despite herself. ‘Aren’t you worried Alys will accuse you of consorting with the enemy?’

‘Oh, please’ Haelena said, emptying the contents of her arms onto the low, worn coffee table. ‘If I was worried about that, I’d have smothered Aegon in his sleep months ago. Which, to be fair, is still on the table.’

Dahlia smiled despite herself, wiping her hands on a tea towel. Within ten minutes they were nestled on the floor in front of the fireplace, food spread across the coffee table, mismatched mugs full if wine, the last of the light fading outside the cottage windows.

‘Alright’ Haelena said, chewing a spring roll. ‘Tell me what’s going on in your sad little heart’

Dahlia rolled her eyes and drank. ‘I don’t know what you mean’

‘You’ve been avoiding him like he’s contagious. And avoiding her like she’s wielding a flamethrower’

‘She’s scarier’

‘Not wrong. But also not the point’

Dahlia laughed quietly, picking at a cracker. ‘I didn’t want to make things worse’

‘Worse than what? You existing?’

‘Worse than… you know. Her thinking I’m here to steal her boyfriend. I didn’t come back to be a wrecking ball’

Haelena leaned back against the couch. ‘She thinks that because he looks at you like you’re the last fucking star in the sky’

Dahlia closed her eyes for a moment. ‘That’s the problem’

‘You didn’t ask him to. You didn’t plan this’

‘I didn’t not plan it’ Dahlia said softly. ‘Some part of me… hoped. Even just a little. That something was still there.’

‘There is’ Haelena said ‘But you’re not the villain for having hope’’

‘I’m the ex. The one who disappeared. And now I’m the ghost in the walls of their relationship. And I hate that. I hate that I feel like I have to apologise just for walking into a room’

Haelena watched her for a moment, then nudged her with a knee. ‘You know what I think?’ she said.

‘I don’t know if I want to’

‘I think she just wants you to think you’re ruining everything. Because if she can convince everyone that you’re the problem, then she doesn’t have to admit that he’s been slipping away from her long before you got back’

Dahlia exhaled slowly, setting down her glass. ‘You didn’t see the way he looked at me. Or the way she looked at me’

‘I’ve seen the way you look at him’ Haelena said, voice softening. ‘And that’s the real problem isn’t it?’

Dahlia didn’t answer. They sat in silence for a beat.

‘I don’t know what I’m supposed to do’ Dahlia said finally. ‘I don’t want to be someone that that pines after someone else’s boyfriend but… I can’t just pretend like it meant nothing. That I meant nothing’

‘You know that you didn’t mean nothing, I’m surprised he’s not clawing at your door right now with the way he’s sulking for you’

They both laughed again, softer this time. It settled between them like a quilt.

Dahlia picked at her wine mug. ‘Arryk texted me’

‘Arryk?’ Haelena perked up. ‘Weird horse guy Arryk?’

‘He asked me out. Dinner on Friday’

‘And you’re telling me this now?’

‘I said no’

‘Why?!’

‘Because I’, not trying to burn this place to the ground’

Haelena reached over and refilled her mug. ‘That’s noble. But also boring. And a little tragic’

‘I just said I was busy’

‘Because of the farm or because of the boy with the emotional range of a stone wall?’

Dahlia snorted ‘Both’

Haelena sighed dramatically. ‘You’re such a good person. It’s infuriating’

Dahlia raised her glass ‘To not committing arson yet’

Haelena clinked her own glass against it ‘To restraint’

They laughed, the kind of laugh that felt full bodied and a little sad around the edges. For the next few hours they sat there, talking nonsense, passing cheese and refilling mugs. No screaming. No silence. No pretending. The cottage felt warm again, like it wasn’t a place to hide, but a place to breathe.

The farmhouse was silent, but not the kind of silence Aemond had ever liked. It wasn’t the soft, natural quiet of nightfall or the wind in the paddocks. It was the silence that clung too close, filled every corner like a shadow. It pressed behind his ribs. Settled in his chest. Alys had gone to bed without saying much. Cold, clipped, performing forgiveness without actually offering it. She’d done that lately. Slammed a door, then pretended it hadn’t happened.

Aemond sat at the kitchen table long after she disappeared upstairs. The only light came from the dim bulb over the sink, casting long shadows across  the stone floor. He stood slowly, pulling open the drawer by the pantry and fishing out the pack of cigarettes he hadn’t touched in almost a year. He only ever smoked when something inside he was fraying, when he need to feel something, anything, in the quiet.

He stepped out onto the back porch, struck a match, and lit the end with a steady hand. The first drag burned just enough. Out past the dark garden, down the slope and tucked behind the hedgerows, the cottage sat in quiet silhouette. Its windows glowed faintly, low and warm. He couldn’t see her. Couldn’t hear her laugh. Not from here. But she was there . That was enough to drive him mad.

There might have been a time he’d walk that path without thinking. He’d pressed his palm to the cottage door, slip inside, and she’d look up from her notes or the kettle or the couch, always barefoot, always soft. And she’d smile like she’d been waiting for him all along.

Now she didn’t look at him at all.

He flicked ash over the edge of the step. Alys didn’t ask why he was so quiet anymore. She’d stopped asking questions when the answers had started to hurt. And Aemond, he didn’t speak the truth aloud, because the truth was simple and ugly:

Dahlia had come back, and nothing was the same. Not in him. Not in the house. Not in the cold space he now occupied, night after night, pretending the past hadn’t carved itself into his bones. He took another long drag, the smoke curling into the air and disappearing above the edge of the roof.

He didn’t know if she was curled up in a blanket. Or sitting cross-legged on the floor, face lit by her laptop. Or laughing with Haelena, wrapped in candlelight and old stories and wine-stained mugs. And he hated it. Hated how far away it all felt now, like he was standing in a house that used to be his, but someone had quietly replaced all the furniture with shadows.

He flicked ash off the porch and watching it vanish before it hit the steps. The silence stretched out wide and long. He stayed there like that for a while. Leaning against the doorframe, watching nothing. Listening to the hollow stillness that has filled the farm ever since she’d gone, and worse- since she’d come back and stayed just out of reach.

And now, here he was again, doing what he’d done for months after she left. Waiting until the house was empty. Until everyone had gone to bed. Until there was no one left to perform for, no one left to lie to. And then he’d come out here, cigarette in hand, heart in his throat, and think of her.

Just sit and think of her. Like that would make her come back. Or like the memory of her might be enough to keep him from falling apart. It never had been. And it wasn’t now.

The porch creaked beneath the weight of the night. Aemond took another slow drag of the cigarette between his fingers, eyes distant, shoulders curled inward like he was bracing for something. He hadn’t even heard the cottage door open. Or the footsteps crunching along the gravel.

‘Seriously?’ Came a voice from in front of him.. ‘You’re smoking again?’

He flinched slightly, groaning without looking up. ‘Don’t start’

Haelena stepped into the glow of the porch light, arms folded, her oversized jumper hanging off one shoulder like she couldn’t be bothered to fix it.

‘Just saying. It’s giving ‘I peaked in high school’ energy’

He exhaled through his nose, not amused. ‘I don’t need it in the neck from you too’ he muttered, tapping the ash off the edge of the step. ‘Not tonight’

Haelena raised an eyebrow and dropped onto the step he now sat on, crossing her legs. ‘Then maybe stop acting like a brooding paperback cover model and say something useful’

He didn’t answer. For a while they just sat there, in the stillness, in the heavy, humming quiet of the house that had become too full of everything unspoken.

Finally, she nudged his shoulder with hers. ‘What are you doing to do? About Dahlia?’

His jaw twitched. ‘There’s nothing to do’

‘That’s cute’ she said dryly. ‘Do you actually believe that? Or are you just trying out a new flavour of denial?’

Aemond turned his head toward her, tired, quiet. ‘I’m with Alys now’

Haleena snorted ‘Right. And I’m dating a cow named Butterscotch. Try again’

He shot her a glare, but she didn’t flinch.

‘You think this is funny?’

‘No. I think it’s pathetic,’ she said, voice sharp now. ‘You’re sitting out here smoking like a heart broken grandpa while the woman you actually want is halfway down the garden eating crips and drinking wine because she’s too scared to come up here and look you in the eye’

His silence stretched.

Haelena leaned forward, elbows on her knees. ‘I don’t like Alys. You know I don’t. But even she doesn’t deserve this. And Dahlia sure as hells doesn’t’

‘I didn’t ask for any of this’ he muttered, jaw clenched.

‘Bullshit’ she said without missing a beat. ‘You didn’t fight for any of it either’

His gaze dropped to the floorboards.

‘She’s moving on’ he said eventually. ‘She’ll find someone. Someone better’

'She already had better’ Haelena snapped. ‘And he let her go!’

Aemond winced.

Haelena’s voice softened just a touch. ‘I’ve known you your whole life. You don’t let things go. Not unless you’re told to. And even then, you hold on. Quietly. Painfully. Like this’

He looked at her, finally. ‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Sort your shit out’ she said plainly. ‘Before someone gets hurt. Including Alys. Including you. And especially Dahlia.’

He didn’t answer.

She stood, brushing off her hands, and gave him one last look.

‘You can sit out here all-night waiting for something to change. Or you can get up and do something about it. Either way, stop pretending you don’t care. It doesn’t suit you’

And with that, she stepped inside and closed the doors behind her. Leaving him alone again, smoke curling in the cold air, and nothing but the weight of her words settling like ash in his chest.

Aemond sat on the porch long after Haelena’s footsteps had faded behind the kitchen door. Her words rang in his ears like distant thunder. Heavy, persistent.

Sort your shit out.

As if it were that simple.

He stared into the dark for another full minute. Two. And then something inside him shifted, not a decision, not a plan. Just motion. He stood, flicked the last of the ash into the garden, and started walking.

The night air was sharp, biting faintly at his skin as he crossed the gravel, boots crunching in a slow, uneven rhythm. Down the path. Past the lower field. Past the stables where the lanterns glowed soft and dim.

Inside the cottage, Dahlia moved quietly. She was barefoot, still in the cotton pyjamas she’d changed into hours ago. Her hair was swept back in a small, lazy knot. She was humming to herself, the last of the wine glasses clinking gently in the sink. She wasn’t expecting anyone. So when the knock came, three short taps, she looked up confused.

‘Haelena?’ She called, crossing to the door. ‘What did you forget this time-‘

She opened it. And stopped.

Aemond stood there, hands in his hoodie pocket, shoulders tense beneath the porch light. His silver hair was mussed from the wind, his expression unreadable. Dahlia blinked. Her heart climbed straight into her throat.

‘…Hey’ she said, barely above a whisper.

A beat passed.

‘Hey’ Aemond replied, voice low, rough.

Then, after a breath.

‘Can I come in?’

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Acyn Torabi: the 40-something single dad shaping liberal media from his laptop

Drew Harwell at WaPo:

The man behind the most influential progressive account on social media starts his days at 6 a.m. in front of three TV and computer screens, scanning video feeds for the gaffes and confrontations that can turn into viral gold. Acyn Torabi isn’t a Democratic star like former president Barack Obama or a liberal media giant like MSNBC. But the 40-something single dad, working from his home office in Los Angeles, has beaten them both in raw digital-attention capture, with posts seen roughly 700 million times in the last month. Known online as @Acyn, Torabi is an industrialized viral-video machine, grabbing the most eye-catching moments from press conferences and TV news panels, packaging them within seconds into quick highlights, and pushing them to his million followers across X and Bluesky dozens of times a day. The videos are not glitzy news-style packages, and Torabi is almost entirely unknown: Only a couple of photos of him exist on the internet, one of which shows him in a rumpled hoodie next to a pasted-in photo of his late cat. But his videos are endlessly cited and shared, creating a first visual draft of history widely watched by journalists, news junkies and political campaigns. “I’m just one clip after another, hitting the narratives, going, going, going,” Torabi said in an interview. Torabi’s rise offers a glimpse of a new generation of online journalism, in which frenetic, fast-cut video posts fuel the country’s political debates. Stephen Coleman, a professor of political communication at the University of Leeds, said the videos function less like traditional news and more like entertainment or sports, because they give people something to socialize over in a short, visually compelling way.

“It’s information you come across inadvertently, raw stimuli you see alongside celebrities and recipes,” he said. “People want drama … the big moments, the things they can talk about the next day.” The videos have multiplied amid social media’s rapid colonization of the press, with 1 in 5 Americans — including one-third of those under 30 — telling the Pew Research Center last year that they get their news from influencers who specialize in current events. But they have also fueled criticism that they sometimes cut out context to score political points. When Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the nation’s top health official, on Wednesday said that children with autism will never hold a job or go on a date, Torabi’s excerpt from the remarks helped the controversy grow at viral speed — even as Health and Human Services officials argued that Kennedy had been referring only to “those that are severely affected.” Torabi’s clip, posted on X within four minutes, has been seen 50 million times. The risk from videos like these, Coleman said, is that they’re never as impartial as they might seem. But they offer a benefit, too, in helping get people engaged in the squabbles and mechanics of civic life. “I wouldn’t want to be too sniffy about it,” he said. “It’s not a choice between this and going to the library. It’s a choice between this and nothing.” When he first started clipping, Torabi had no background in journalism; he was just a software developer who spent a lot of time on Twitter. He’d grown up in California but didn’t see himself as all that political: When he first registered to vote, at a gas station, he chose Republican — to match Alex P. Keaton, from the sitcom “Family Ties.” (He’s since changed to Democrat.)

Then in 2019, he tweeted a video of a confused Rudy Giuliani on Fox News that exploded across the internet. It was a rush — so he began spending his free time finding and cutting more clips, chronicling the daily twists of the news cycle, from President Donald Trump’s impeachments to his pandemic response. He did everything himself unpaid until a software company in Texas called SnapStream — whose multichannel video feeds are used by marketing companies and newsrooms, including The Washington Post, to track and dissect live TV — started paying him for every customer he referred to the company through his viral posts. Both Torabi and the company declined to say how much he made.

In 2023, the left-wing media network MeidasTouch hired Torabi to contribute to its collection of anti-Trump videos, newsletters and social media posts. Researchers there now help him cover some of the wayward podcasters and influencers of the conservative media universe.

[...] Torabi’s devotion has paid off: The liberal Center for American Progress’s database tracking roughly 2,000 of the top political groups and influencers across the internet shows that Torabi’s posts have been seen hundreds of millions more times in the last 30 days than news giants like MSNBC and CNN. Ranked by views, or “total impressions,” he is the only nonconservative voice in the top 10, probably because his posts — and the ways they can help win political arguments — have bipartisan appeal. Clips from Torabi and his biggest clipping competitor, Aaron Rupar, have faced perennial criticism from the right and left over allegations they mislead viewers. When Torabi last year posted a 17-second clip in which Trump said, “If I don’t get elected, it’s gonna be a bloodbath,” conservatives argued he had deceptively left out that Trump had been talking about the auto industry.

[...] It’s also led to some competitive tension with Rupar, a 41-year-old clipper in Minnesota with nearly 1 million X followers, who unlike Torabi started in journalism at local news outlets before gaining online fame for his viral videos covering all things Trump. “The daily mayhem” of Trump’s first presidential term, Rupar said, yielded “so many good clips.” Rupar uses his viral clips to bring in new customers to his newsletter, Public Notice, which has more than 267,000 subscribers, and he and Torabi often race to see who can get a newsworthy moment online first. “Sometimes I’ll have a clip up before him, and his will take off,” Rupar said. “It’s one of the mysteries of life.” Torabi’s ubiquity on X has been especially noticeable given how much the platform has been reshaped under Elon Musk’s ownership into a central hub for conservative memes and conversation, said Waleed Shahid, a Democratic strategist.

The Washington Post does a story on Acyn Torabi, the man behind clipping live news onto social media, similar to what Aaron Rupar does.

[galacticseonghwa]

será una noche inolvidable - chenle profiles

CHENLE and his disciples

CHENLE makes everyone around him rip their hair out, he’s your typical old money (too) rich male species who rides a motorbike. although he hates showing it he actually has a very big heart and gets upset very easily. he has some unknown beef with ricky (it’s really only one sided. but chenle’s a trend follower). he loves music, it’s his back up career path if biking doesn’t work.

now this man, jeno. he may look big and buff and manly but there is not one thought behind those eyes. he’s just tryna get through life man. he loves riding but can’t be bothered making it his lifeline the way chenle has. he relies on the funds the government (chenle) pays him until he’s finished with school. he can be very smart if he actually bothers.

jaemin is somewhat the ‘normal’ friend. he’s a cat dad, but as normal as a cat dad can be. if you mess with his cats (and friends ig) he will, in the nicest way possible, skin you alive and feed you to pigs. he’s a very loving and kind soul who loves attention from anyone and everyone. he’s street smart not book smart.

haechan is a little shit. he loves stirring the pot and seeing the reactions of people. although it may not seem like it he cares very deeply about his friends and family, he would watch the world turn into flames and burn if anyone hurts those he’s closest to. he also loves gaslighting people into believing he’s dating jisung which the younger does not really appreciate.

the youngest in the friend group, jisung. he's in both y/n and chenle's inner circle. he loves joking around with his closest friends, but he's also very serious when it comes to school life, he's the first person anyone in the friend group goes to for hw help. he very much still loves anything space. he loves riding with chenle but doesn't take it as seriously.

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authors note! — chapter one will be released later tonight (7:30 AED)

[shaingles]

Holy smokes I have more !

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What is Upton’s Husbandry?

Upton’s husbandry is a cannibalistic cult masquerading as a high-end husbandry, founded by a figure named “Upton”. They worship Esmeray—also known as The Mother—consuming “Divine Pulp.” The goal is to absorb enough blessed essence for ascension. Husbandry members spend most, if not all, of their time on the compound, curating the Fold, farming, worshiping and feasting as a commune.

Who is Upton?

Upton’s identity is unknown. However, it’s believed he visited the “Divine Species” (Ovins) during his youth. Upton claimed they “Offered their fruit” as a reward for his discovery. Taking credit as the “first human” to be blessed by the Divine Pulp, he used his influence to share his knowledge and help others ascend onto a higher plain.

What is “Divine Pulp”?

Divine pulp refers to the flesh of the Ovins. Upton believes, by eating them, it brought him closer to “The same level of ascension as them”—a gross misunderstanding of Abstract Deliverance.

What is The Fold?

The Fold refers to the “livestock” of Ovins the Husbandry cultivated for years. The Fold holds generations of Ovins bred to be harvested. They’re kept in the lower levels of the husbandry, tested on and treated by the farmers, and only come to the surface up to graze. Despite having the recognizable ears and tail, their wooliness appears absent and their skin looks dull. Their eyes are blank from generational domestication, completely stripping them of Abstract Deliverance and their mental components. They can’t communicate, besides maybe a few words they’ve heard from passing farmers. They're just wandering husks waiting for their time to feed, breed, or get harvested.

Who is Reuben?

Reuben Carr, a gambler burdened by debt, saw Machie’s bounty as his salvation. He teamed up with a group who planned to turn the Ovinian in and split the reward evenly. While outnumbering Machie in an alleyway, they rendered his “fail-safe” weakened as he panics. Amidst the commotion, Machie slips through, thinking he’s free only for Rueben to capture and incapacitate him. Rueben was going to inform the other men, but after remembering his debt and how the money will split between so many members, he made a selfish move, and ran to turn Machie in himself—a mistake which leads to him becoming one of the Husbandry’s best Shepherds.

The husbandry wasted no time indoctrinating him into the cult. At first, they tried using more passive methods, until they realized how stubborn Reuben is. They move toward harsher methods, turning the man into a watered-down, animalistic version of himself.

Why are they after Machie?

They noticed, after many tests, that the Fold is losing its “blessed essence”, making the pulp they’ve consumed “diluted”. This caused mass panic across the husbandry, provoking them to search far and wide for “pure” Ovinians. During his travels, one of Upton's sleeping agents spots Machie in one of the major cities. After reporting it to Upton’s chief, they sent their shepherds to capture him. However, they completely underestimated his slipperiness. Instead of playing cat-and-mouse, they put up an anonymous bounty with an extremely high reward. It’s higher than any bounty ever put up, incentivizing the public to hunt him down. 

[anotherstudtouse]

Moment of Truth

Grace x Fem!Reader

Summary: Confessions are made.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORYLINE, no smut but it gets a little spicy for a moment. I think that's it!

The moment you find out the truth about Logan -- from not only the infamous bandit himself but also your closest friend in this little town you've come to call home, Grace -- is simultaneously nearly too much to come to grips with and not a surprise to you at all. On the one hand, it's been drilled into your head from the moment you arrived to become one of Sandrock's new builders that Logan and his gang were no-good bandits hell-bent on bringing ruin to Sandrock and the good people who live here. On the other hand, though, everything you've been told by the people who knew him best had always detailed a man with a strong moral compass, a man always trying his best to do right for Sandrock. The Bandit Logan and the Logan people had come to care deeply for had always been at odds in your mind, and now that you have the whole story, it's like you've finally obtained the final piece of the hardest jigsaw puzzle you've ever seen.

     The real surprises, the ones you're still having difficulties coming to grips with as you sit on a couch in Logan's hideout, are all the other things that have just been revealed to you. There is a spy from the Duvos Empire -- at least one -- in Sandrock. Pen, a man you had previously written off as self-obsessed but well-intentioned, is most likely one of them. You're not the only one in this hideout who's almost certain he's not the one in charge, though, which means there's still an unknown player in this game.

     That all still leaves one last shock to your system, and perhaps the biggest of all. Grace is a spy, too, but thankfully not for Duvos. She's working for the Alliance Central Intelligence, and she's here to help Logan root out the corruption that's taken hold. Your best friend here is a secret agent.

      As you sit on this couch, your shirt temporarily discarded while Grace tends to the wounds you'd sustained from your fall off of the edge of the cliff above the hideout, you just... stare at her. Who is she, really? How much of her, the her that you've come to know and -- though you've always kept this next bit to yourself -- love over the past year, is real? She's already told you that, while she isn't still an archeology student, it was one of her majors when she did attend school. A lie, but not entirely. How many more half-lies are there?

     You think back on Bronco's stupid idea to get the pets of Sandrock to somehow reveal Logan's spy all those weeks ago. Despite believing it to be a fool's errand, you'd done it anyway just to say you'd tried everything, and after feeding Banjo the cat and asking him who the spy was, he'd ran straight the Blue Moon Saloon, straight to the kitchen, straight to Grace. You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but...

     "Gol for your thoughts?" Grace breaks the silence without looking up from the cut on your shoulder she's cleaning.

     "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is that the local stray cats found out my best friend's secret identity before I did?"

     This causes the corners of Grace's lips to quirk upward. She snorts, glancing up to finally lock eyes with you. Something in your eyes softens her gaze, though, and she turns serious. "I'm good at my job. But..." She swallows. "... I hated lying to you, Y/N. I could rationalize it as doing it for the greater good with everyone else, but not you. You seemed to want to really know me, and... I wanted you to know me, too."

     Silence hangs heavy in the air as you search her eyes. For what, though, you don't know, but she looks back at you as if she's trying her best to give it to you. Part of you doesn't know what to think, but her words have your heart hammering in your chest nonetheless.

     When you don't respond, Grace lowers her gaze again. She moves on to the scratch high up on your abdomen, and even though her touch is gentle, you hiss in pain at the sudden contact. Her hand stills and she gives you an apologetic glance before resuming.

     A few more seconds of silence pass before you speak again, quieter this time, hesitant. You don't know if you actually want the answer to the question you're about to ask but you have to know. You have to. "Was any of it real?"

     You watch her closely. She meets your eyes again; for a moment, she seems confused, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as they furrow, but at the look on your face, she realizes what you mean. Her answer is immediate after that. "I only lied about my history, and even then I tried to be as honest as I could. The way I feel about you... Our friendship is real. Y/N, you are my favorite person and that is the truth."

     You hadn't realized how tense you've become -- partially due to Grace's hands on your bare skin -- until your shoulders relax a little.

     Before you can respond, Grace continues. "You know, so much of my job involves blending into the background. You never let me do that with you." She smiles, lowering her gaze again. "I'd hide out in the kitchen at the saloon and you'd come find me anyway. It would've been annoying if it hadn't been so endearing." The statement makes you chuckle; the sound seems to please Grace. "There it is. I was afraid I'd never hear that laugh again."

     You can't seem to wipe the smile from your face. "I'm trying to feel betrayed here, damn it."

     "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes with a laugh, reaching up to gently cup your jaw and turn your face from side to side to search for more injuries. "I'm just too charming, I guess."

     It's becoming a little harder to breathe with Grace's grip on your jaw like this. It feels like she should've removed it by now, but you're not complaining. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Your smile softens as you contemplate asking another question. "Do you... Do you wish I'd left you alone?"

     "No." Her answer is firm, her eyes meeting yours again.

     Her hand begins to leave your chin, but you lift your own to grasp hers before it's gone, bringing both to rest on your knee. For a moment, you worried she would pull away, but she shifts in your hold to intertwine your fingers instead. Again, your heart is hammering; it only worsens when your gaze rises from her hand in yours to see Grace looking back at you with an expression you've seen a few times before directed at you but have never been able to decipher.

     "I don't want to keep any more secrets from you," is the last thing she says, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips the only warning you receive before she leans in to kiss you. It's soft and short, as gentle as her touch has been, as if she's afraid you'll make a run for it at the slightest provocation. Her lips leave yours before you even realize what's happened, and her hand in yours tightens its grip slightly as if afraid you'll try to pull away from her. "I love you, Y/N. I understand if you don't feel the same way, or if you did but don't anymore, but whatever happens, I want it to happen with complete honesty. And I'm being completely honest when I say that over the course of this past year of knowing you, I have really, honestly fallen head over heels in love with you."

     "Grace..." You trail off, at a loss for words. Your gaze switches from one of her eyes to the other. You find nothing but sincerity in them. As she begins to pull her hand from yours, taking your lack of words as a bad sign, your grip tightens to stop her. "No, stop. Just give me a minute. A lot has been thrown at me in the last, like, twenty minutes."

     She laughs at that, her thumb beginning to stroke the back of your hand absentmindedly. "Okay, fair."

     Your gaze is drawn to your hand in hers. You watch the back-and-forth movements of her thumb as you think of what you want to say. "So much about you makes sense now, now that I think about it," you start. She watches you, silent and patient. "I remember that day you wanted to get into the Breach and Justice wouldn't let you. Too dangerous for a civilian, he said." You chuckle. "If only he knew, huh?"

     Grace returns the smile you shoot her way, but doesn't say anything just yet, wondering where you're going with this. You continue. "You gave that poor man a headache but you managed to talk him into having your way. Him and me both -- It took me three trips to find that stuff you needed." A thought occurs to you then, and you straighten up a little. "Wait. If you're not an archeology student anymore, did you even need any of that stuff?"

     Grace at least had the decency to look a little guilty when she answers. "I... Well, not 'need', per say, but it was definitely super cool and I still really, really appreciate it." Her other hand joins the first to completely encase your own -- as if that makes it better (it kind of does, but shut up).

     Your eyes narrow. "Yeah, okay. Anyway," you continue again, "I think that was when I realized I had feelings for you that were a bit more than friendly. You told me you were a spy and I was afraid the Grace I fell in love with wasn't real, but I'm realizing now that everything that made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you was the real you peeking through."

     Your free hand reaches up to cup Grace's cheek, your thumb gently swiping away a single tear that's fallen from the blonde's eye. She leans into your touch. "I was starting to think this was the end of us," she whispers.

     "More like the beginning," you reply, leaning in to kiss the woman you're realizing now that, despite everything, you really have known all this time. All the important parts, all the parts that really make her her. She kisses you back immediately, and immediately she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. It's already so different than the first one. Your reciprocation of Grace's feelings seems to have given her permission in her head to stop being so damn careful with you. Where once she was hesitant, now she's insistent, her hands leaving yours to cup both sides of your face as if she's trying to keep you where you are.

     "Mmh," you moan as you feel teeth nip at your bottom lip. The sound only seems to spur Grace on; gently, she pushes your shoulders back, effectively breaking the kiss as you're lightly shoved against the back of the couch. In a split second, Grace has left the chair she was sitting on to climb onto your lap before reconnecting your lips in a kiss somehow more fiery than the last one.

     "I love you," she whispers in between kisses.

     Your hands come up to grasp her hips, pulling them into you as you pull away just enough to start kissing your way down her neck. Hurriedly, you respond, "I love you, too," before nipping at her pulse point. The action pulls a rough groan from Grace's throat, a sound you immediately know you're going to get addicted to. Grace tilts her head back to give you easier access to her neck and you take full advantage of it, licking a trail up the column of her throat as she sucks in a shaky breath, her fingers threading through your hair -- as soon as her hand touches the back of your head, though, you hiss in pain, wincing and pulling away slightly.

     "Shit, I'm so sorry," Grace hurries to apologize, her hand flying away from your head as if burned. Without leaving your lap, she gently grasps your chin again and leans over while turning your head to the side to examine a small bump on the back of your head. "It doesn't look too bad, but still, we should stop." Letting go of your chin, her hand brushes against your cheek as she cups it, turning your face back toward hers once more. "For now, at least."

     You're not happy about it, but you agree. "For now, yeah. Besides, Logan and Haru could walk in at any moment, and I don't know about you but I'm not really into the idea of an audience."

     She hums in contemplation. "Hmm, yeah, me neither. I like the idea of having you all to myself more."

     Your hands on Grace's hips momentarily tighten their hold, your eyes darkening. "As soon as I'm all healed up."

     Leaning down, she rests her forehead against yours. "The second you're all healed up."

[okiroash-03]

Hitotsume-sama ramble (& a bit rant) I am NOT normal about this guy.. putting it in read more bc I don't want you guys be blasted with this one LOLL

I could ramble so long about the intricacies of Mah's hitotsume as well as in comparison how the other artists working with eve handled him.. how I often feel like they don't really portray it as well as Mah does (which makes sense considering Mah was the one who created hitotsume,,)

You could say Hitotsume is a paradox, from a glance he has the silhouette of a tall hatted man.. but on a closer look he only has one eye and certainly no human head or hands, he appears in the corner of your eyes as some sort of onlooker... already, he's terrifying in concept.

Yet don't let hito's looks deceive you of the abundant of whimsy-ness he has!!! he can dance and pose CUTELY, his refined outfit is not for naught! Truly possessing a gentleman disposition, little snippets of giving kindness towards others.. as well as doing mundane things with no problem...

The brief moment of comfort in the unfamiliarity is quickly pulled away again, as hito here is prone to putting his damn eye close to the screen. He too, seems to have a knack of pulling morbid tricks !? for instance he cracked a person's head, filling it with all sorts of books, while his fellow smaller zingai friends danced.. (such a surreal scene in itself, I really love Mah's work) these however does not seem to actually scar the poor lad.. as if everything was all but a nightmare

For this reason hitotsume reminds me a lot about ghosts at it's core.. (funny considering his name possibly came from the yokai hitotsume-kozo) they are mischievous but not overly malicious, it was all scary for sure! later it would kinda just felt silly? spine-chilling? to think back on, you'd go about with your day thinking of that strange encounter you will never learn or to see more of for the rest of you life. Never making sense of the intentions and felt right when you think it's just more of the instinct of the hat man (I write this in experience of my own ghost encounters) which also seems to be in line of the adam by eve movie's ending

Hitotsume is near unpredictable, the moment you'd think he'd be scary he's sitting kinda... fruity-ish.. and when you think the other way... he decided to chill in a hallway and accidentally(?) spooking a person. I think its good to note that hitotsume never seem to make himself look intimidating on purpose.. in fact he often seem to be enjoyed or amused... happily dancing along or bopping his head. The "intimidating" part really just comes to how people regard towards his "eerie" appearance, the overall mysterious demeanor, hard to read face (therefore emotions too) and especially unknown origins... but when you're a fan of one-eye characters it all becomes too endearing its sickening!!! Grown ass zingai

I have always been fond of strange humanoids, it's easy for them to become my favorite,, but God.. it's really really bad when people use them as an excuse to portray shit freak stuff that doesn't feel like it came from a nonsensical creature... and more of the artist's own intentions from a bad place. Not only that, it also feeds to the idea of strange look + behavior = bad (not talking in a moral sense)

there are sooo many ways you can portray/show that a being is weird, unpredictable, and invokes fear without needing to go into such an awfully uncomfortable territory while still make it intriguing.. this is often the case when hitotsume is drawn on the hands of some peculiar artists, even ones who worked with eve... in some aspects, it's more of how it was drawn than the idea itself...

I'm sooo late to talk about this one. ever since the eve movie came out, I have always felt uncomfortable about the bouto/mob mv (which. is why I make my own derivative story!! only really keeping the malewife hitotsume, whom adopted a kid that hates him and a cat that also hates him since it's so silly LOL.... everything else Fucking sucks though)

Using hitotsume and a citizen (that looks similar to him) to criticize society objectifying humans while also having a pretty SHITTY approach to it is... Oh.... that's gore of my comfort character dude.... the biggest tragedy that it was directed by someone I do not like for their works.... most heartbreaking thing ever

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hi! hope you are well <3 for the character ask game!

#21 - könig

#9 - simon & könig

#25 - tf141

Hey!! 🩷💌 I’m doing much better, thanks ^^ Got some good news this week that should help my life situation quite a bit next year!

Answers for the ask game:

I don’t prefer to write him as this dirty talking, “guide you through it” dom. I imagine König getting a little overwhelmed when he gets to have sex. He’s not eloquent enough to keep his dom game intact, I imagine things like heavy breathing and awkward noises and staring at you, dead in the eye without blinking instead O_O Maybe he blurts out something odd or pervy if he’s feeling exceptionally chatty, but mainly just concentrates on rutting you desperately, maybe tells you he’s about to cum… What a sweetheart <3

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I like to do this “Tell them he’s neurodivergent without telling them he’s neurodivergent” thing with König. I also code him as mentally unstable in every story. Even the nun fic has a few hints of him not being entirely sane :D

I imagine Simon just disappearing without a trace for weeks and then coming back after I’ve just gotten used to him never being home. I’d be walking around in my bathrobe or something (oops this got super self-indulgent really fucking fast) and then I’d get flustered again, because how do you ever get to know your insanely hot, huge, stoic roommate, let alone get comfortable with them if they’re never there?!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

With Simon? HAHAH I’d be so down bad for this man from day one and try to cover it by feigning disinterest or even ignorance. I’d be the cat who stares at a wall when he comes home (and then be a creep and sniff his gym shirt when he’s not looking)

Could I be roommates with König…. *wrings hands furiously* Uh, uh, uhhh, I think I’d be the type of roommate who makes coffee and food for the both of us, I’d get a bit motherly over this man. Try to flirt with him by feeding him and being extra sweet. I’d be flustered again but in a different way, try to cover it by acting like this cool soft girl or something :S

I think König would be more open to communication with how things should be arranged, wherein Simon would just do the dishes and disappear again without saying a word.

And why do I get the feeling that König would leave his dirty laundry lying around everywhere?? I’d nag about it just for the sake of seeing if he’d get embarrassed (he would!!). Yes, some unknown, ghastly mommy kink activated here for sure... omg

25. First impression(s) of TF141 and how I feel about them now

Simon “Ghost” Riley

First impression: Good God this man is annoying. So cringe. Please go see a therapist asap

Now: I’m sorry for everything I did to you <3 I’m sorry for babygirlifying you <3 <3 <3 It’s your own fault though, why are you so fine T_T

John “Soap” MacTavish

First impression: Wow wow wow what a fuckboy pretty boy puppy boy babe. Wow. And he’s Scottish? Could someone please punch this man???

Now: Stop it!!!!! Please stop hurting this man, what are you insane?!?

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

First impression: Aww. What a sweet boy ^^

Now: He’s sane, he’s sound, he’s disciplined and he’s husband material. It’s terrifying. Also why does no one dress him in full leather and give him a bike... I need him riding into the sunset without a care in the world. Let loose a bit. Go grab a bourbon and a girl and say goodbye to all that pew pew shit

Captain Jonathan Price

First impression: Oh look, it’s my husband! I wish he still smoked cigars….

Now: Oh look, it’s my husband! Maybe that’s why I don’t write fics about this man…......