#if you see how fucked up the hands are. no you dont

[byshens]

pretty when you cry ── sim jake x fem!reader mdni

warnings unprotected sex (dont!), breeding, riding, use of names ( pretty boy, puppy, darling, good boy ), crying, soft dom! reader, sub! jake, overstimulation, est. relationship. lmk if i missed any!

note i love puppy jake <3. fill out this form to be tagged in future enhypen works if you want! ignore any typos pls .. 💯

requests are open! word count 831

jake was pretty.

everyone who laid eyes on him knew that he was pretty. how his fluffy hair would swoop down over his face, covering his beautiful eyes. how his voice was smooth and could melt your heart.

but to you, he was the prettiest when he was under you. the way he would beg for you, moan for you, whimper for you.

cry for you.

it was a long day and you needed to distract yourself, and what better way to do that than get your boyfriend to help you out?

he was now spread on your shared bed while you were on top of him, his cock deep inside your wet cunt.

“fuck, darling. you fill me up so well,” you softly moaned, your hips slowly grinding on his lap.

jake was a mess already, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he struggled to keep himself still, wanting to be good for you.

noises of pleasure escaped his lips every few seconds, his eyes fluttering up to watch you.

you quickened your pace without warning.

watching how his lips parted with a moan, his eyes moving down to watch how his cock slides in and out of you, the sounds of your wetness filling his mind.

“doing so well for me, such a good boy.” you breathed, your hands going to rest on jake’s chest before you began bouncing on him, his cock getting deeper into you.

“oh god—“ jake whimpered, his nails digging into your skin as he slightly moved his hips upwards into you.

“puppy.” you warned, your tone strict but laced with love. jake whined loud, a rope of “sorry”s leaving his mouth as he laid still once again.

“let me please you, can i?” jake begged.

he loved pleasuring you, he loved making you feel so good your mind went blank, he loved when he can visibly see how well he does.

you thought for a moment before nodding, and within seconds jake was flipping you both over, his cock sipping out in the process.

he whined at the loss of connection before he spread your legs in front of him, positioning himself right back to where he belongs. he pushed himself inside and let out a cry, instantly moving quick.

his thrusts were sloppy, but good. you loved how desperate he gets when he’s with you, how much it shows, the pleasure he gets from just being close to you.

“f-fuck, just like that, puppy.” you moaned.

jake whimpered as his hands went to the sheets beside your head and gripped them, his thrusts now rough, long and deep.

he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, a strangled cry leaving his mouth again.

jake always gets drunk on you, drunk on your pussy, drunk on your skin, he just loves you so much.

“more, do it more.” you moaned, watching as jake took your words in, he continued his rhythm, but it was getting too much for him, you could see.

“im close, im so close, please,” he begs, his hips snapping quickly into your cunt, begging to be able to release, to fill you up.

“cum for me, pretty boy.” you pulled him down for a kiss, latching your lips onto his roughly as he whined against them, his hips stuttering before you felt him cum, his hips not stopping.

jake was too far gone in the pleasure now, he needed more. he needed to please you more.

he didnt stop, he pulled away from the kiss and watched as you came with him, how your body was twitching from the release, but he couldn���t stop.

“oh my god.” he whined, his hands moving back to your hips as he positioned himself closer, his hips fucking into you quickly, as quick as he could.

you saw stars, his tip hitting all the spots he needs to and when you looked down, you swore you could see a bulge in your stomach, the outline of his dick.

you were released from your thoughts as you heard a sob, looking up to see jake crying.

you giggled. he was feeling too good, he started to cry.

the wet sounds of his cock fucking into you drove him crazy, he was on a high.

“d-darling, you okay?” you moaned loud, you loved when he cried, how desperately he tries to please you.

“‘s so good,” he cried, already feeling like he needs to release again. “close,” he moaned.

“cum again for me,” you breathed out heavily, your legs twitching from the overstimulation.

jake nodded quickly and gave a few more thrusts before he was filling you again, his hips staying deep inside you as he fell onto your chest, his hips twitching.

“good boy..” you moaned, cumming along with him. you watched him lie there as he was out of breath.

“you did so good, always so pretty when you cry.” you praised, wiping the tears from his cheeks, he blushed.

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[luigilore]

oh PLS tell me your thoughts about inexperienced luigi whenever possible,,,,🙏🙏

omg ofc okay sorry this took a sec and is also just me rambling BUT

luigi would be so earnestly excited to have a girlfriend and it's YOU! is always like ive never been able to do this before' whenever ur doing coupley things and he loves it.... it's always 'my girlfriend' like yeah he is obsessed with dropping that in convos

i think he would get jealous so easily idk like he is NOT sharing sorry! he loves his girlfriend a lot.

okay inexperienced... in that sense... i cant even imagine how much he would lose his mind the first time you suck him off like actually couldn't compute, would accidentally pull your hair a bit too tight... not that u totally mind...

is rambling out an apology and is cut off by his own moan when u suck harder like shut up babe <3

would cum so fucking fast lol like he's actually embarrassed the first few times you guys have sex... esp when u ride him

and lovesss when you ride him like he used to dream of times like this fr

his fav position is missionary tho he just loves how intimate and loving it is... he likes any position where you guys are face to face... but looks down at you with sm love in his eyes like

mouth agape at you shirtless for the first time like please lol. dont even start on any frilly, pretty, cute lingerie luigi would die

his hands shake a little... just a bit! when he's undoing ur bra for the first time and touching your boobs; he'd be so tentative and shy so ur'd be like ... "ur my bf they're urs" 🤗 and luigi is like :0 "you can't just say stuff like that" lmfao

his hands are soooo big like shut up. "anything you do will feel good," you'd reassure him with a sweet smile and you're very right like it's so easy for him to curl/hook his fingers inside of you does that make sense? idk it just feels GOOD whenever he touches, wherever he touches you tbh

a very enthusiastic learner like genuinely is on substack researching feminine pleasure and buying sm different books... you come over one day to him reading that 'come as you are' book and you're like ? lol okay thank you baby

omg library study dates... imagine just like putting you hand on his thigh while you guys are working and he's looking at you like... babe... baby.. um :) like that's enough for him to be totally distracted like gl getting any actual work done after that

pleasuring you is very important to him it's like a game/challenge/hyperfixation for him to like he's a perfectionist he doesn't like not being good at something and yes that applies to sex like shut up

would be blushing at you offhandedly mentioning u have a vibrator... then asks to see it... will eventually work up the courage to ask to use it on you lol

would be sooo loud.. is aware of this and tries to not be... but is never quite that successful

luigi would be such a soft baby after sex like sorry like it's so physically intimate and that goes hand in hand with emotional intimacy to him and he'd just want to hold his GIRLFRIEND in his arms <333

[shikaizer]

replace him. paigebueckers x reader.

wc 2.4k

your bestfriend getting fed up with your boyfriend on how toxic he is, she shows you how much shes better then him by fucking you, while making sure he knows.

abuse. choking. face sitting. overstimulation. posessive language. rough sex. boys.

You sit on the edge of your dorm bed, your hands trembling slightly as you stare at your phone screen, his name lights up the top of your messages again "where the fuck are you? you said you would call."

You dont reply, you dont have it in you tonight, not after everything he said to you this morning, not after the way he grabbed your arm so hard that the faint imprint of his fingers is still visible.

so you did the only thing that made sense, you texted paige.

“can you come over? i just.. need you.” she didnt hesitate, you didnt have to explain anymore, within twenty minutes, there was a knock on your dorm door, she always knocks once, then twice fast, like a code.

you opened the door and there she was, your best friend, paige, tall, broad shoulders wrapped in a hoodie that smells like faint detergent and gym sweat, her eyes immediately softened the second she saw your face.

“come here” she murmured, pulling you into her arms without hesitation, her voice, her presence, her hands rubbing gentle circles into your back,it was everything you needed and more.

you were tired, tired of hiding how badly you wanted her, tired of pretending your boyfriend wasnt an abusive piece of shit, tired of swallowing your screams and tears just to make it through another day.

you pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes "I want you" you whispered "right now"

she didnt waste any time and pushed you back on the bed, she slammed her lips on to your, caressing your waist, while her other hand sneakily reached for you phone thats currently placed on the matress.

while she was kissing you deeply, she tilt her eyes up to look at your phone nd swiping it open with confidence, she found his contact, hit call, then set the phone on speaker mode and dropped it face down beside you

paiges mouth twisted into something wicked as the call connected, she didnt wait to hear his voice on the other end, she didnt care, she knew he was listening, that was enough.

her hands grabbed at the hem of your oversized t-shirt, yanking it off in one fluid motion, you gasped from the force, but it only made her smirk, she shoved you back against the bed, her palm pressing hard into your chest.

“you let that piece of shit touch you?” she growled, her voice deep and sharp as fire “he doesnt even deserve to look at you, let alone fuck you.”

you couldnt speak, you just nodded, breathless, every nerve alight with tension, she reached for your shorts and ripped them down your legs, your underwear with them, exposing you fully to her, her gaze darkened, hungry and possessive.

“fuck” she muttered, then she raised her voice, just a notch “you listening, asshole? you listening to how wet she is for me?” you raised your eyebrows and looked over beside you to see a call connected, you gasped moving away and she whispered low leaning down "shh baby....relax.."

Paige slid two fingers down your folds, spreading you open shamelessly, letting the wet sounds echo into the phones speaker, you whimpered and let out a loud moan that was surely heard on the other side of the call.

“Goddamn” she hissed through her teeth “this is mine now, shes mine now.”

You moaned, loud and unfiltered, your back arching as she pushed two fingers deep inside you without warning, her other hand grabbed your throat, not choking, just holding, just letting you feel her grip, her control.

“im gonna make her scream so fucking loud, you’ll wish you never laid a hand on her.” she leaned down, licking a slow stripe up your neck before biting your ear “say it” she demanded “tell him whose pussy this is now.”

your voice shook, but you said it, loud “yours, paige, its yours.” paige growled low, fucking you harder, her palm slapping against your clit between thrusts, making your thighs tremble, the muffled shouting sounds on the call being heard.

“you hear that, you little bitch?” she barked into the room “youu lost her, she begged for me, she called me after you left her crying, and now im gonna ruin this pussy so good, she will forget your name.”

you were a mess beneath her, panting, whimpering, your nails digging into the sheets, every thrust sending shocks through your body.

“louder” paige snarled “i want him to hear what i do to you, i want him to remember this sound.” then she curled her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your whole body jolt, your hips jerking up to meet her, your mouth dropped open in a loud, desperate scream of her name over and over and over.

She smirked, dragging her slick fingers from you and holding them up to your mouth "lick them clean” she ordered, you obeyed, trembling, your tongue swirling around her fingers as she stared into your eyes like she owned you.

"yeah fuck, just like that” she muttered, then raised her voice one more time “hang up the phone, dickhead, she doesnt belong to you anymore.” she ended the call herself, slamming the phone down.

Paige tossed your phone aside like it was garbage, her body still heaving with adrenaline, her gaze was locked on you now, no one else existed.

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was on you again, crawling up your body like a predator that hadnt had its fill, her lips crashed against yours, all tongue and teeth, hands roaming like she had the right to every inch of your skin, and maybe she did, you let her, you wanted her to take it.

“your not done" she growled into your mouth “not even close.” you whimpered under her, already soaked again, your body buzzing from the brutal orgasm she’d just dragged out of you, but she didnt care, she wanted more, needed more, and she wasnt asking permission.

she shoved your legs apart again, this time spreading you wide open and keeping you that way by gripping your thighs so tight you knew there’d be marks, she didnt warm you up, didnt slow down, just buried her face between your legs and devoured you like a woman starved.

Her tongue was fucking sinful, Rough and fast at first, messy, like she needed to erase any trace of him from your body, and then slow, torturously slow, lapping at your clit in lazy, flicking motions while she stared up at you with hooded eyes.

you fisted the sheets “paige—fuck—please—”

“Please what?” she growled against your core, lips slick with your arousal “you want me to stop?” you shook your head violently “n-no! dont you dare.”

That made her smirk, she plunged two fingers back inside you, curling them wickedly while her mouth latched onto your clit again, your body was already trembling, overstimulated, but you were too far gone to care, you wanted to be wrecked, you wanted to be ruined.

“fuck, look at you" paige panted, pulling away for a second to speak "your shaking for me, cant even speak full sentences, huh?”

"eyes on me, i want to see you cum." you groaned and gasped when you felt the rising in your stomach, the moment your heat lowered down she sighed deeply licking her lips.

She finally collapsed next to you, chest heaving, skin flushed and glowing, there was a long pause.

Then she turned her head, brushed your hair from your face, and whispered with a small, shaking breath “hes never touching you again.”

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The room was still thick with heat, the sheets soaked and twisted beneath your bodies, your lips were swollen, your body aching, and paiges fingers were laced with yours as she laid beside you, still catching her breath, you both just come down from something raw and powerful, and for a moment, the world felt still.

Then—bang bang bang.

three harsh knocks on the dorm door, too loud to be a friend, too angry to be random, you froze, paiges head snapped up, her expression shifting instantly from bliss to sharp alertness, she sat up, grabbing her hoodie and pulling it on fast.

your breath caught in your throat, you knew that knock, that rhythm, that rage “open the fuck up!” came the shout from the hallway, him, your stomach dropped.

paige stood up slowly, the tension rippling off her like heat, she turned to you and said calmly “stay on the bed, dont move, dont say a word.”

you barely nodded, the door banged again “i know your in there, you lying bitch! you think i didnt hear that?! you called me!" paige crossed the room and flung the door open so hard it slammed into the wall, she didn’ hesitate, she didnt flinch, she stood in the doorway like a shield between you and the storm outside.

He stood there, red faced, eyes wild, fists clenched at his sides, he was wearing a hoodie and gym shorts, but it wasnt his clothes that made you feel sick, jt was the look in his eyes, the one you knew too well.

“where the fuck is she?” he spat, trying to look around paiges tall frame “what the fuck did you do to her?” paige didnt move “you take one more step toward this room, and I swear to God, i'll knock your fucking teeth down your throat.”

He laughed, a bitter, unhinged sound “who the hell do you think you are? you think shes gonna pick you over me?”

“she already did” Paige said, voice low and dangerous “you just didnt realize it until you heard her screaming my name.” you heard his breathing change, heavy and uneven, like a fuse being lit.

“back the fuck up” paige warned "im not playing" his eyes narrowed “you fucking bitch—”

That was it, paige shoved him hard, he stumbled back, nearly hitting the opposite wall of the hallway, then he looked past her, just for a second, and locked eyes with you, you didnt cover yourself, dindt hide, you held his stare, your face blank "your fucking dead to me” he hissed “both of you.”

Then he turned and stormed down the hallway, fists still clenched, muttering curses under his breath, paige waited until the sound of his footsteps disappeared, then she closed the door slowly and turned back to you, her eyes were softer now, but still fierce.

“you okay?” you nodded, your voice was rough “i am now.” she crossed the room, knelt beside the bed, and pressed her forehead to your bare thigh.

“im not letting him near you again” she whispered “i dont care what it takes.” the silence that settled after he left wasnt comforting, it was sharp and loud and full of echoes, his voice still rang in your ears, even though the hallway was empty.

Paige didnt say anything right away, she just watched you carefully, like she was reading every inch of your face for a sign you were about to fall apart, but you didnt.

Instead, you sat up slowly, reached for the hoodie at the edge of your bed, and pulled it on over your bare skin, it smelled like her, faint vanilla body wash and gym sweat and something else entirely her, you looked around your room, your gaze landing on your phone still facedown, your backpack slumped by the desk, a drawer half open with folded clothes sticking out "i dont want to stay here” you said, quiet, but sure, paige stood instantly “then your not.”

you looked at her, eyes wide “pack whatever you need” she said, already moving to your closet “You can stay with me,for as long as you want.”

It happened fast, you grabbed your essential, your laptop, your chargers, some underwear, toiletries, paige took care of the rest, she folded your clothes with that neat military precision of hers, stacked them into your duffel bag, you didnt speak much, you didnt need to, she knew exactly what to do.

It was nearly 1 a.m. when you finally slipped out of the dorm, the hallways were empty, paige carried one of your bags over her shoulder like it was nothing, you stayed close to her, heart racing every time a door creaked or a floorboard groaned, her car was parked just off the campus lot, she unlocked it with a click and opened the passenger door for you “get in.”

You slid into the seat, hugging your bag tight against your lap, paige tossed the rest of your stuff in the trunk, then got in and started the engine, she didnt blast music, she didnt talk.

Then she looked at you. “You did the right thing, im proud of you.”

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[kelisewrites]

you and katsuki weren’t dating or anything, but it didn’t seem like the two of you were just friends either. maybe a secret third thing?

now that you think about it, you and katsuki were unusually close. but you’ve always just thought it was casual, right? just friendly things that friends do?

like, he’ll always find a way to touch you. if the two of you are walking through a crowded hallway at school, you’ll feel his hand resting on your back, just to keep you close as the crowd pushes through.

or sometimes, when the class goes on a field trip, he makes sure he gets to sit next to you.

you’ll immediately feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against yours as he plops down in the seat next to you, your shoulder brushing against each others.

“here,” katsuki says, shoving a protein bar into your hands. “i know ya’ didn’t eat anything yet, idiot.”

“thanks katsuki, how’d you know?” you ask him, opening it up.

he shrugs. “‘cause i pay attention. no big deal.”

you hummed in response as you gazed at the two of your legs still touching. katsuki didn’t seem to mind it at all. there was just something so domestic about it all. even when sometimes you’d lay your head on his shoulder, on purpose just to mess with him, it wouldn’t work because he always let you.

you and katsuki were laying on the couch in the common area together, and you suddenly decided to lean back on him, your back to his chest.

you expected for him to at least give you some attitude, since he never lets anyone touch him. you know he hates it. weirdly enough, he didn’t say anything. in fact, you felt him shift closer to you, getting comfortable.

“aw, you’re really not gonna push me away? thought you hated people touching you?”

he snaps, “whatever,” before draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

everyone knows bakugou doesn’t have many people he would consider his friend. maybe except one person.

kirishima had been noticing how different his best friend had been acting, and he just had to bring it up.

“leave me alone, shitty hair”

“dude, you spend almost all of your time with her!”

“your point?”

“you like her.”

katsuki scoffs, “shut the hell up.”

“just saying, man.” kirishima nudges him, “its funny”

katsuki glared at him. “what’s fucking funny?”

kirishima gave him a look. “the way you act like it isn’t a thing.”

“you’re fucking annoying.”

“maybe. but im right, huh?” he teases.

he doesn’t answer right away, instead, he hesitates and scoffs.

“that wasnt a no.” kirishima smiles at him.

“i said, leave me alone.” katsuki says before storming off.

the next day, it was rainy after school, and of course katsuki was waiting for you by the doors with an umbrella so the two of you could walk back to the dorms.

his face softens when he sees you, and he grabs your bag, tossing it over his shoulder like he always does, before opening the umbrella waiting for you to step under it.

“took ya’ long enough,” he says as you two begin walking in the rain. “thought i was gonna be here waitin’ all day”

“you waited for me?”

“duh. knew you wouldn’t have an umbrella.” he shifts closer to you naturally, “and i always walk you back to your dorm don’t i?”

“yeah, but, dunno, it’s just kinda sweet.” you say softly.

he scoffs, “like i was gonna leave your dumbass.”

you nod and feel your heart jump at his words. was this casual? the thought of this possibly being something more had been eating at you all week, and you just had to speak up.

“y’know, people think we’re dating.”

he looks down at you, then grumbles, “so what?”

“what, you dont care? you’re not gonna.. i dunno, deny it?” you ask, gazing at him.

he just kind of pauses and shrugs, and you swear you notice a slight blush on his cheeks. “let ‘em think whatever they want.”

you blinked in surprise. really? was that it? no argument? before you could make any sense of it, or say anything back, he just grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the touch unexpected, but so so familiar.

you didn’t end up saying anything else, and neither did he. the two of you just continued walking, hand in hand.

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- completely inspired by this post!

[raven-unkind]

hii, congrats on the 200 followers ❤️ i really like how you write niki for your smau so i was wondering if i could get prompt 1 with him? maybe loser riki who's down bad for reader? 🤭

˚₊‧⁺⋆❤︎ annoying ft. riki nishimura

riki nishimura x fem!reader

wc. 1419 words

200 followers event: “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.”

tw. highschool!au, fluff and crack, inspired by my own high school (gotta love em american highschools 😭), the main situation is loosely inspired by smt that happened to me and my friend (yes we helped some guy in our school pierce his ears. pls dont do that). Saw this prompt on pinterest and I just HAD to add it to my event. 

a/n. This is so long, I couldn't bring myself to stop yapping 😭 anyways I’d like to thank everyone that sent in their requests for the event & those who are supporting me!

If someone told you that helping someone would have resulted in being followed around by your school’s resident bad boy you would have laughed. Since freshman year, Riki Nishimura, had seemingly been doing everything to build himself the reputation of a delinquent. Getting into fights, skipping classes, never wearing his uniform correctly, and somehow always being late as if he didn't live 10 minutes away from school. 

…

It was 4th period – physics class. Now not only did you hate the teacher – Mrs. Makenzie – but you also had absolutely no idea what the hell was even going on in this class. So the best solution? Skipping in the bathroom. Not very exciting but still, it's better than sitting through a 1 hour lecture about thermodynamics, slowly feeling your brain melting away. So you found yourself in the girls bathroom, hidden away in a stall, scrolling on your phone. That’s when you heard it. A string of curses from the boys bathroom. Something you never understood about your highschool was the weird design of the bathrooms. The boys’ and girls’ bathrooms weren’t exactly private. The wall on which the sinks and mirrors are were shared, and said wall doesn't go all the way up to the ceiling; instead, there is a gap at the top, roughly 60 cm wide. That made it impossible to avoid overhearing everything happening in the other bathroom. You could hear conversations, the echo of footsteps, and even the sound of sinks running, as if the space between the two was just one continuous room. It was always a bit awkward, especially if you heard something you weren’t supposed to, like this time. 

“Come on hyung? Please.” The first voice said. “Absolutely not- Thats unsanitary and I don't wanna be responsible if it gets infected- I’m out.” Another one said. You narrow your brows, unable to fathom what in the world these 2 guys could be doing in the bathroom. You shake your head, deciding it might be best to ignore whatever that was. You heard footsteps leaving the bathroom and assume they’re both gone. That's until about 5 minutes later when something falls on the ground, and again, a string of curses. “Fucking- I cant fucking do this.” That makes you raise your head from your phone, that noisy part of you interested. There’s a beat of silence and you can't help but let curiosity get the best of you. “You okay?” You ask, hoping you were loud enough for him to hear.  

“Uh yeah.” Their voice was quick, almost stammering. Flustered is exactly how you’d describe it. Cute, you think. He clears his throat. “Hey uh… any chance you’d be down to help me pierce my ears?” You blink, phone completely forgotten in your left hand. “...Like now?” “Yeah.” You pause, thinking. That explained why the other boy you heard earlier so adamantly refused to help him. School bathrooms aren't really known to be sterile. You couldn't help but feel bad for however was on the other side; so you asked a little hesitant. “Do you have a piercing gun? Or are you like… free handing it with a needle or something?” “Nah- I bought a gun on amazon.” he answers with a chuckle. You nod, even though he can't see you. “Okay sure. I’ll help.” you get up and open the stall. You only accepted for 1 reason. He has a cute voice and he sounds a little shy. Giselle would most definitely laugh at you if you told her that but still, you couldn't help yourself. So imagine your surprise when you peek in the boys bathroom only to find no other than Riki Nishimura, leaning on the bathroom counter, dark cyan piercing gun in hand. 

You stop in your tracks and Riki turns his head towards you. He gives you a lazy smirk, one you’ve seen many times before in the 3 years you’ve been stuck in the same classes as him. “Hey-.... Y/n.” “Uh hi….” The shyness of the voice you heard seconds prior to entering the bathroom is gone, if anything, he sounds pleasantly surprised that you’re there. You shake your head and step into the bathroom, extending a hand towards him. He hands you the gun. “So what ear do you wanna do?” “Both.” He says cockily, eyes not leaving your form. You nod, gesturing for him to get to your height.

The whole ordeal happens pretty fast, without anything going wrong. Tak, tak and done. Both his ear lobe red but you can't lie, the earrings did look good on him, great even. After that, he had given you an intense look, like it was his first time really seeing you and you had excused yourself, eager to escape whatever that look meant, which brings you to your current predicament. 

Riki started following you around, almost like a puppy following its owner. He would appear at the most random places, bring you food and worst of all, flirt with you in the most random moment with the most ridiculous pick up lines you ever had the misfortune to hear. To make matters worse, it seemed the entire school had taken notice of the situation, people going as far as betting on their main story how long it would take for you to accept Riki's advances. 

“I'm never being nice again.” You mutter under your breath. You were trying to enjoy your lunch – keyword is trying – when Riki sat next to you, turning so his body faces yours, a smile on his face. “How are you doing, pretty girl?” You look at him with a deadpan expression and he smirks, clearly not affected. “I changed them look.” He says, bringing your attention to his ear lobes. He switched the silver studs for small silver hoops, one of them with a cross dangling from it. And yeah, shocker – well not really – but it did look great. You give him a blank look and he pouts. Riki fucking Nishimura who claims to be nonchalant and does everything in is power to be cool fucking pouts at you. “Ignored by my own girlfriend.” He whines and you roll your eyes, exasperated by the childish behavior and weird infatuation he seemed to have developed for you in the past month or so. 

“Riki, I'm not your girlfriend.” You deadpan, playing around with your food. “Why not?” You blink at him, finally giving him your full attention. Is he being for real??? “What in the world gave you that idea, you didn't even-” “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.” You can do nothing but gape at him. “THAT'S your reason???? He shrugs. “You held my hand through it. Pretty romantic if you ask me.” You sigh deeply. “Riki. Just because I held your hand doesn't make me your girlfriend. It's not like you asked or something-”  

“Okay- Can I be your boyfriend then?”... “What? NO- I barely know you.” “How about a date then? If you don't like it, I'll leave you alone.” He counters.  You can do nothing but stare, lips parted in surprise. He continues to stare at you, waiting for an answer. Oh. Oh he’s being completely serious. The seriousness of the situation finally dawns on you, the possibility of Riki having genuine feelings for you sounding more and more plausible. Riki fiddles with his left earring under your gaze, awkwardly waiting for you to either accept his proposal or reject him. 

“... Okay.” His eyes snap to yours, full of hope and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Wait really?” You nod, trying your best to look exasperated. Riki is beaming, like a kid who’s been told christmas is coming early this year. “I promise you won't regret it” “I like tulips. Pink or yellow.” He nods. “Tulips. Pink or yellow. Noted. Anything else princess?” You shake your head both at his question and the pet name, but you can't stop the smile forming on your lips. “I’ll text you the details.” He says, getting up.  You narrow your eyes. “Where are you going Riki? Lunch ends in 15 minutes” “I'm going to buy you flowers? I’m taking you out after school.” You let out a soft laugh at the answer. You get up and press a kiss to his left cheek. “I'll be waiting at the gates, don't be late.” He gives you a lovesick look that makes you feel bad for unknowingly torturing the boy for an entire month. “I won't.”

©RAVEN-UNKIND

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[k-aemi]

Hai I’m not the person that requested it but, can k humbly request more sae and Rin content with their sister :3 💕

itoshi sae & itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ progression.

smut, dub/non, anal, in/stepcest, manipulation, view it however you want.

part 1

ever since your "training" your nii chans have put you through, you just dont see that progression in your football skills. youre starting to think maybe youre just not made for it, but you loved football you dont wanna quit :(

theyve been training your agility, defense and stamina, you think it has maybe gotten a bit better? well thats what your nii chans tell you, they said youve made so much progress from the training and you should be come the best striker in no time.

but applying the training was never helpful. you still cant run for long, you can never aim properly, nor dribble. why cant you just be like sae or rin! theyre so talented and youre here still struggling even when you started the same time as them.

you vent to your nii chans, doubting their ability to train you and maybe it wasnt worth wasting their energy with you. it wasnt them, it was maybe just you. youre incapable to improve and perform moves that would slightly increase your playstyle.

"i dont know sae-nii...its not working! this training sucks! i-i dont see improvement!" you frown, whining to your brothers about the training. honestly theyre the experts, you shouldnt be blaming their training, but if they cant see improvement, why cant they just change their ways of teaching?

sae can only scoff, while looking down at your figure. honestly why cant you see that youre just not made for football? he hated to hear your whining everyday. but if you did, he and rin wouldnt really have any excuse to fuck you silly everyday. they just love their imouto sooo much.

rin comes in from behind, grabbing hold of your hair to lay on your shoulder, exposing your neck. giving it light kisses to it, trailing down to your back. "you just need some time to develop skills." he eases the thin strap of your shirt to your arm, exposing your boobs.

sae closes in the gap between you and him, firmly grasping your sides before sliding down to squeeze your ass while rin grasped your mounds leaving you to inhale a sharp breath.

"then we have to change our ways dont we? dont worry 'mouto. ill make sure you can really put that training to use."

youre met with sae slurping up your wet cunt while rin rubs his cock between your boobs. your nose is met his with balls as he continues to drag his hips, squishing the soft mound to get more friction.

your hands grip on saes hair, tugging on the strands which does make him annoyed. slapping your hand away to leave him to just eat your pussy out. it makes your body twitch. the way rin niis balls lay on your mouth and sae nii sucking on your clit...your nii chans always makes you do these types of training...way different than theirs.

your focus shattered without warning, feeling something prodding at your tight hole. sae latched off your cunt, his thumb circling around the rim of your ass. you want to close your legs, but sae nii always has a tight grip on your thighs which forces you to keep open.

your protests would only become muffled thanks to rin nii. so its basically pointless to speak. but you can feel his thumb slowly entering in and it makes you squirm. your legs kick in the air to push him away. his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing ever so slightly before taking hold of your ankles, confining them together with his hand, making you unable to resist his advances now.

he sticks his thumb in and it feels like youre going to explode. its so tight in there, and he knows it. the way your ass blinks and sucks his thumb only makes him intrigued. he wondered how youd react if he pushed further.

you sigh in relief when he takes his thumb out, soon to be met with two fingers entering in, curling up your tight walls. you moan into rin niis balls and he lets out gasps, the vibrations made the pleasure better as he continued his thrusts between your boobs.

sae nii moves his fingers in and out, its difficult to move since your walls clench on him hard, but he needs to prep you for the next level of training. "stop squirming or else you wont be able to take the next training." he spoke with his stern tone. you can only comply, knowing sae nii, hell get annoyed and spank you until your ass becomes red, it always leaves you crying.

"hey, youre gonna put it in there?" rins face looks conflicted, no way in hell he wanted sae to take your first in your tight ass. sae can only scoff, not liking the way rin interrupted him. "shell be fine." dropping a glob of spit on your ass, making you wince from the sudden contact with his wet saliva.

rin sighed in annoyance, knowing he couldnt stop him either way. he latches off your boobs and you feel relieved you can breathe properly again...only for rin to smear his precum on your plump lips. he caresses your cheek, looking down at your already teary eyed face. he had at least some empathy towards you unlike sae nii, but he loved using your body for his and your pleasure of course.

"g'na hurt a bit. just breathe through here okay?" you frown, but you know you have to endure it, sae nii said it will work this time! you have to obliged. meanwhile sae coats himself in your slick, getting every inch of it as a lubricant so it can be a bit easier for him to insert inside your ass.

rin slides his cock in your warm mouth, till his cock shaped your throat<3

he loved how his big cock did that. taking hold of your neck before he starts his ferocious thrusting, making you slobber all over his cock. saes glad rin had already inserted himself in, because he knew youd cry loud when he inserts his cock in.

carefully pushing his tip in at first wasnt so easy. it was painfully tight for both parties. your hands finds itself to rin niis thighs, clawing at it from just the pain of sae niis tip. your body tensed as he tried to force more of himself on you. your legs kick aimlessly and sae can only let out ragged breaths. your ass was so fuckin' tight.

"fuck, its tight." he gasped out, taking hold of your waist, he can hear your pathetic whines and youre probably crying right now. which you are, it hurts so much. hes stretching you out like crazy. sae struggled just entering in, his breathing becomes heavy.

rin soothes your throat with his thumbs, cooing you and telling you its okay. no its not okay! your throat burns and it hurts more than when he inserted it in your pussy!

when sae niis balls would touch your ass, hed pull back and then pushing back in. letting out breaths between every thrusts. god if your ass felt this good he doesnt wanna fuck your pussy anymore, hell just stick to your sweet tight hole<3

the way your gummy walls would clench on him felt sooo good, its like it has a mind of its own, its basically begging him to not pull out, the way it sucks him in was mouthwatering. he cant help but eye the way your hole was gaping because of his big cock. the way it expands has him out of this world, he could look at this forever.

your cries are muffled with rin nii stuffing you full of his cock. its nearly impossible to breathe in this situation youre stuck in. the training always made you sore after every session, they never give you a break. :(

sae does graudally fasten his pace, but not too much, he doesnt want to break you just yet. so its rare for him to go at such a normal pace. hes so close to cumming already, itd be embarrassing to cum right now, but youre so tight it makes it impossible for him not to.

rin niis cock pistoled inside your mouth with such rigger thrusting. his balls slapping your face was so lewd you cant even think straight. everything was a blur as you get fucked dumb by your nii chans cocks. your brain gets mushy and youre not even sure if everything is real right now.

"shit...should be fine if i come inside." he grunts out before fastening his thrusting, your legs kick up from the sudden change of pace and your fat tears fall to the ground. it hurts so much but sae nii is always so harsh on you.

it hurts so much you dont even register rin nii coming inside your mouth, forcing you to swallow him whole. you gag and choke as its forcing its way in. pulling out as he regains his breath. grabbing hold of his cock to smear any cum that leaked from the corner of your mouth back in. you hated the taste...its so bitter and sour!

"s-sae nii...hurts..." your pathetic whines were barely of a whisper, you cant speak properly because of the burn. sae ignores your protests only continuing his rough pace on you, too into the moment.

you sniffle. you need to grab hold of something...anything. "r-rin nii...hold my hand please...sae hurting me.." youd hiccup in between. rin of course would hold your hand, cooing and shushing you to try and distract you from the pain. "s'okay 'mouto. rin nii is here." hed caress your cheek while you tightly squeeze his hand.

"'m gonna cwum...rin nii..." you cried out, saes near his end too, he cant wait to finally feel what its like to cum inside of his baby sister. "k-kiss me nii chan.." youre so cute rin thinks, with a face like yours with those baby doll eyes, how could he refuse? leaning in, he kisses you tenderly, distracting you just a bit from the pain.

"take it all." were saes final words before he thrusts in one last time, releasing his cum inside your walls. and god was the feeling incredible. he grinds on you to ride out his orgasm and its so much better than pulling out, even after using your ass, youre still so tight. he thinks the hole was made just for him.

your finger nails dig deep into rins hand and he hisses, while sae nii helps ride out your orgasm. rin latches off your lips and he admires your fucked out face, your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is slightly left agape. the way your body twitches is so cute too.

sae recovers his breathing, eyeing your overly exhausted figure. flushing his chest on your boobs to whisper to you.

"have you learned anything or do we need to do it again hm?" but thats just an excuse to fuck your ass again.

hihi it took the whole day to finish because i kept getting distracted im so sorry!! i hope it is not too rushed! (╥﹏╥) but hope u guys enjoy this one, last step sib post i swear and i will write a different trope! too many sib requests www, i will tag those who wanted to be tag (≧◡≦) ♡ and for those anons who wanted more here ya go! @rinrinniebaby @riinniies

[holdyourhandinmine]

𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 | shauna shipman

♫ 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘: cherry waves • deftones

⍟ from the beginning of your relationship you've always known shauna never really loved you ⍟

toxic!shauna, gaslighting, shaunas in love with jackie but with you, you love shauna anyways, i love toxic bf shauna

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it starts off small at first- hardly noticeable unless you're actively looking for it. and had it not been for tai- you probably wouldn't have figured it out until it was too late.

shauna never really was committed to you fully- she'd blow you off for jackie at any moment.

sure, you understand it, they've known each other for as long as they could speak- and jackie, jackie is impossible to be mad at- she's the living embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

and shauna looks at jackie like she hangs the stars, moon, sun- hell, she looks at her like she's created the goddam universe.

she looks at you like that sometimes too- but there's something in her eyes, something in the way she moves that have an underlying sense of hesitation. her hands don't linger on your skin like they do with jackie- she recoils from you like you burn her, her tones clipped sometimes when you two talk, it's as if she can't wait to get the conversation over.

yet you still really love her.

and deep down, deep in your bones- you know she only loves jackie.

you dont think jackie means it- means to intrude on your relationship. she's just too wrapped up in this little perfect bubble she's created to notice her actions cause any harm.

jackie seems to be entwined in your relationship- even when she's not there, it's like a ghost of her lingers- thick, suffocating.

you ask shauna about her day, she says what jackie and her did, you ask how she's feeling- she mentions jackie was sad; and like some sort of fucked up co-dependent, symbiotic relationship, shauna is now sad too.

it's always jackie, jackie, jackie.

you remember the first valentines day that rolls around after you first got together- she gifts you poppies; jackie's favourite. you hate poppies.

you accepted them with a tight-lipped smile and gift her a new book, one she's been talking about for weeks, she kisses you hard- hands grabbing your cheeks to pull you in.

you get butterflies in your stomach.

it's the first time she's really touched you like she meant it.

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you aren't apart of the team- but you've always orbited the same space as them. even before you liked shauna.

it's how you met her really- growing up near nat and van meant you would always sit and watch them kick a ball around. they tried to rope you in, but you've always been more graceful with your brain than your feet.

then they join the yellowjackets in high school- they meet lottie and tai, and now you've become a permanent fifth wheel.

lottie throws you an invite to a team bonding night, and you hesitantly show up.

you see her for the first time then. you remember it vividly- jackie wasn't there, she'd been out of town for the whole week and shauna looked liked a kicked puppy.

you've always loved animals.

you manage to crack a smile on shauna's face that night- and when van and you, are making your way home, she mentions shauna hasn't really been happy since jackie left.

your chest swells with pride.

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it all comes to a head one night- you're up in her bedroom. her hands are tangled in your hair and you're sat in her lap, feverish in your make-out. it's quiet, so quiet you almost think you've misheard, but the way she stops for a second to gauge your reaction is unmistakeable. a quiet, little moan.

"oh jackie."

you pull away, reeling back in hurt.

shauna looks at you annoyed- like you were the one to fuck everything up.

"what?"

she says- annoyance seeping through, she taps her fingers on the bed, willing you to reply.

you want to cry- want to rip your hair out and slap her across the face.

"what?! what do you mean what?! you just called me jackie!"

"no- i didn't- you're being dramatic."

her voice is low, you reply to her, voice shaking.

"no- i heard you."

"i don't think so- come on, we've talked about this. you need to stop being jealous of jackie- she's just my best friend."

"i am not jealous."

"well why do you sound it then? if we're not going to make out you can just leave you know-"

she gets up from the bed- walking over to you, she grabs you by the hips softly.

"but i really don't want you to- i love you."

her big, stupid, brown eyes melt your dignity away and you stay.

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you're at a party, leant against some car with shauna- she's brooding next to you, her dark eyes staring down jackie whose dancing with jeff.

you try to talk to her, but it seems nothing is sinking in- only when jackie turns in his arms and dances against him, does she down the rest of her drink and grabs your arm- pulling you towards her car in a hurry.

you can barely keep up, tripping over your feet trying to match her pace.

shauna shipman is relentless.

she shoves you into the backseat- climbing in after you.

she kisses you- hot, heavy, needy.

"tell me you love me."

"i love you shauna."

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youre okay with being in love with shauna, even if she's in love with jackie.

you're happy to play along, happy to swim after her when she drowns in her infatuation with jackie.

cause she's good a pretending sometimes- good at pretending to truely love you, and it makes your heart fuzzy, and your knees weak. pathetic really.

[shygirl4991]

Our Connection

Spoilers for new episode!

Summary: It was a normal day at the cafe till a sudden burst of pain shot through SMG3's body, his senses were screaming. Something was horribly wrong with his other half. Tag: hurt and comfort, near death, injured smg4, angst, base on enough is enough

SMG3 finishes brewing an order as he hums to himself, he walks to the table and sets the coffee down. He was still annoyed how his break was interrupted by Karen, honestly, if that woman could learn to be a better mom none of this would have happened. Still he couldn't help worrying about the kids, they are innocent and shouldn't be put in harm's way just cause Karen was never around. As he walked to the back room his head started to ring “What? My meme guardian sense?!” Suddenly a burst of pain surges through his body, he screams catching the attention of his friends. Melony runs into the room seeing Three on his knees breathing heavy “THREE!” she runs up to him checking if he is okay, Three shakes his head grabbing Melony’s hand “FOUR IS IN TROUBLE! FUCKING KAREN!” 

Before Melony can ask questions Three forces his body to move, he could still feel the pain with every movement. Melony stands up and follows Three worried “You shouldn't move, I can get the others and find SMG4!” Three ignored her as he walked out of the cafe not caring about the customers, his sense scream again. He holds his head wanting to scream for it to stop, Meggy and Tari notice the pained expression on Three’s face causing them to run up to him “Three what's going on? Are you okay?” As Three opens his mouth he freezes up seeing Mario running to them, in his arms a badly injured Four. Any signs of his walls gone as his eyes water at the sight, he runs to Mario ignoring the gasp from behind him. Mario starts to cry as Three takes the man from his arms “Mario…didnt want this, he just wanted to help Karen. I…I’m sorry..” 

Three runs into the castle with Four in his arms as Meggy goes to Mario hugging him “It's okay red, Three has him. Could you tell us what happened?” Mario sniffs as he watches Three disappear into the castle “I…please dont die bro.” Meggy frowns as she hugs him tighter, Tari walks over joining the hug as Melony and Saiko run into the castle to help Three. 

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Three puts SMG4 on his bed as Melony checks him over, Saiko brings in bandages and a wet towel. Three grabs Four’s hand as he starts to cry “I’m sorry…I felt your pain, you needed me and I wasn't with you.” Melony and Saiko quietly take care of Four as Three held on to his hand tightly, he could feel the flow of Four’s meme energy. While it was weak it gave comfort to him that SMG4 was still with him, he didn't know how long the girls took patching up Four. Before he knew it the girls finished taking care of Four, giving Three space to be with him alone. He takes off Four’s hat and gently pets his head “You idiot…you're too soft for this shit, why did you have to follow Karen?” He wipes his tears as tightens his hold on Four’s hand, a soft knock is heard causing Three to look up. 

The door slowly opens to show Mario, his eyes red from crying, Three gives him a soft smile as he waves him over. Mario closes the door and slowly walks over to the bed “Mario…was told by a walkie talkie guy to help Karen. S-M-G-3 Mario never wanted this…will he be okay?” Three lets out a shaky sigh as he turns to stare at Four, he could feel tears threatening to spill out again “I don't know, he always bounces back from damage but…he hasn't woken up yet.” Three growls as he hits the bed, it was all her fault. Mario jumps from the sudden anger, he watches as SMG3 lets go of Four’s hand. Three walks around the room taking a deep breath “If i see Karen im going to let her have it, this wouldnt have happen to him if she just…FUCK!” He hits the desk next to him, he starts to cry again getting Mario to walk over and hug Three. 

Four knew it could have been dangerous, of course it would, they don't know what it's like to have a peaceful life. “It’s Mario’s fault…I thought Mr. walkie talkie was a friend,” Three shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. He wiggles free from Mario’s grasp and turns to him “No..It’s not your fault,” he lets out a sigh “And its not Karens fault, whoever this fucker is that talked to you is to blame.” Four lets out a soft groan catching the pair's attention, Three runs and grabs Four’s hand focusing on their connection. Seeing this Mario walks over to the other side of the bed grabbing Four’s other hand, they both stay silent as they watch over Four. 

Melony and Meggy walk in to check on Four, they frown seeing the man still knocked out. “Hey you two have been here for a while, take a break and get something to eat. Me and Melony got him covered!” Melony nods giving them both a soft smile, Mario and Three exchange a look and shake their heads “Thanks girls but…think me and Mario rather stay by his side.” The girls nod leaving the room, Meggy felt herself shake at the sight “Red never says no to food…this situation is bad.” Melony pats Meggys back “Hey it will be okay, whatever happens we have their back!” Meggy smiles at Melony and nods as they join the rest of the crew waiting in the main lobby. Three starts playing different memes hoping Four could hear them, it feels as if days have passed except it's only been a few hours. Mario fell asleep holding on to Four while Three could only play memes as he stared at Four “Come on you dumbass, wake up.” He sighs, turning off the video “Hey..that was my favorite meme,” Three jumps from hearing the weak voice. Three gasps as he sees Four slowly sit up “FOUR!” without thinking he hugs Four, Mario rubs his eyes awoken from Three’s scream. He gasps seeing the man awake and joins in the hug “BRO! Mario is sorry I never wanted to hurt you, please forgive Mario!!!” Four grunts from the pain as he attempts to hug his friends back, he then panics for a moment “MARIO! What happened to Karen? Did she find her kids?!”   

Mario shakes his head “Mario came running back to the castle, she went to talk to mr walkie talkie.” Four looks down feeling pain with every breath he takes, Three gently rubs Fours back as he feels the man's pain “Take it easy, I will let the others know you're awake .” He walks out of the room missing the soft look Four gives him, Mario still worried over Four gently takes his hand “Do you need anything? Mario still has pasta and I will even let you eat it!” Four lets out a pained chuckle “Thanks buddy but I think what I need is to lay down,” as Four lays back down on the bed he couldn't help wondering if Karen will be okay against this unknown enemy. The door to his room goes flying across the room as the crew storms in, they all start crying feeling relieved to see Four is awake. Three stays back watching the sight with a small smile before he leaves the castle, he walks to his cafe seeing everyone was gone. He checks to make sure no one stole anything while he was away, seeing things were in the clear he takes out his phone “You better not be dead you stupid cat cause i'm coming to help.” Looking up Karen's address Three locks up and starts running towards her house, he wasn't doing this for Karen, he was doing this to get payback on the asshole who hurt Four along with making sure those kids stay safe.

[crguang]

alright hear me out for this kaf x reader idea…

R is an ipc investigative journalist/reporter who was tasked to investigate the stellaron hunters and who eventually becomes the head of the biggest ipc propaganda campaign against the SH… R is making themself semi-insane trying to piece together the SH’s Big Plan and their ties to the finality, elio’s role in it and how his ability might work, what planet/group the SH will hit next, etc. since it’s a big ask they’re in on private and sensitive information that most people dont know about the SH, like how jade was aware that they were following the path of finality. R is the kind of person that thrives off solving puzzles, whose work usually gives them a rush whenever they find themself at a dead end, so they’re very analytical and loves to put themself inside their opponents heads in order to predict their next move.

ipc journalist who is so obsessed with putting together the SH puzzle that theyre not afraid to get their hands dirty and show up where they think the SH will pass by, and maybe their moral compass is not quite in the right place because they’re more concerned with solving something no one has solved before than the actual lives at stake… they understand the human mind and their propaganda tactics are working wonderfully so on top of the general public’s preconceived notion of the SH as criminals they get painted as a bigger threat than they actually are through posters, ads, social media platforms, etc in order for them to eventually be unable to hide in the shadows and be brought into the spotlight, right into R’s hands. and maybe theyre sooo focused on the big picture that they don’t care to keep their guard up because they dream of seeing the SH in person, after a year of studying them and their M.O. they ironically fall for some of their own propaganda, where the SH become this legendary and mysterious group that only works in the shadows which creates a lot of anticipation within R— where are they going next? what are they doing now? would they hit pier point again?— they’re masterminds, and in R’s head they become bigger than the human beings that they actually are.

R uses their (carefully fabricated) knowledge on the SH to rally worlds and organizations heavily influenced by the ipc against the SH so that they get tipped off whenever one is out and about and you know who loves to shop everywhere she goes… to walk around without a care for a disguise….. essentially, between kafka and R it’s an elaborate game of chess if the pawns were chasing each other. kaf purposely leaves behind little clues she knows R will be the only one who cares enough to pick up on and sometimes (lots of times) they’re simply red herrings to let them know they’re also being watched. kaf would find it so funny to fuck with them like the luofu quest was us chasing her while she left these clues around to distract us and she’d do the same to R purely for the love of the game. she’d give them something small to keep them hooked and then plant more red herrings and subliminal messages that mean nothing (if anything, they’re a testament that she thinks about them more than she probably should). she reads the morning paper with a big ass smile whenever she recognizes their work in the media. she takes note of all the lies they spread about her and the subtle hints they communicate to her through their campaign. she’s having the time of her life. she loves being chased and she loves being in control even more; R is good but not good enough to be an actual threat even if they do sometimes predict their next move, they’re working against destiny after all.

it goes on for months and after so long of this little game kaf personally sneaks up on them to confront them abt all those lies they’re spewing about her in the media and delights in the flurry of expressions that passes across R’s face at the sight of her— shock, confusion, interest, anticipation but interestingly enough, no fear. she’d corner them on their own turf, perhaps even pier point itself to really send the message that she can do whatever she wants. they stand there in shock while she takes a look around at all the plastered journals and handwritten notes, printed text messages and the likes on the office walls. half of it is meaningless but she does get a better understanding of what R knows and what they don’t, and they know more than she thought which is pretty impressive. what’s even more interesting is that R makes no move to report her, she can see the questions they long to ask and the excitement in their eyes and it’s ridiculously endearing because from afar they seem a lot tougher. still, underestimating their wits would be stupid, so she doesn’t.

she pulls off a piece of newspaper from the wall and tilts her head as she reads, an amused smile on her lips. “A high-end clothing store collapsed. What a shame.”

“Are you saying it wasn’t you?”

“I’m saying I love velvet coats.”

i think what would get her most excited is that R is a good judge of character and that they’re not easily fooled when lied to in person, and she can see that in the way they’re looking at her. despite their excitement now that they’re meeting face to face their guard is up and her words are quietly scrutinized (which she loves) but so is everything else about her. her mannerisms, her walk, the clothes she chose to wear that day, how she styled her hair, what attracts her eye first and for longer. their mind is quietly working and she preens at the attention. ughhh she gets off on being deeply ingrained into someone’s thoughts and R’s well and truly obsessed. there’s so much potential here am i crazy, tell me yall see it </3

[mrsnishimuraaa]

Runaway

PAIRING: prince!sunghoon x presidentsdaughter!reader

SYNOPSIS: When at the ripe age of 19 with Y/N having her big dreams in the medical field and wanting to be independent,in the midst of convincing her father to let her go to college in America. To build her own sucess, to be seen as normal. Not just as a shadow of her father. Everything is turned upside down when her father (the president of korea) forces her into Marriage with a prince in an attempt to gain more power, and to try and trap her in Korea.

GENRE:angst? fluff

note: all fake stuff, i really dk how the actual korean president acts but this is just how hes gonna be portreyed in this ok ;) also a bit of self indulgence because im trying to become a neurologist! enjoy this xo (shite ending im sorry im literally so sick but enjoy the main part i guess) ( i might fix up the ending one day and make it more detailed no promises tho)

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youve had your dreams set straight since you were like nine, always wanting to work in the medical feild somewhere, but never knew where to start. Ending up taking intrest in neuroscience you decided to go with that, the only thing in your way being your father.

All youve ever wanted was to move away, learn, grow as a person, and build a career and have your independence and the feeling of building your own sucess. But your dad having an important role in leadership made you feel as if you were left with almost nothing.

Years and years have you begged him to let you do a degree in the US whenever you could, but it always ended with the same shit; "Your my only daughter" "You have big responsibilities here ahead of you" "I dont trust you to be out there by yourself" "Its not safe" the list goes fucking on.

Your fed up, your tired of it, all you've ever wanted to do was build your own quiet life with a steady career. And right now you feel as if all hes doing is crushing it right infront of your fucking face. Freshly 19 now, yet your still babied every day. Your father treats you as if your ten. Hell your barley able to get out of the house or have contact with anyone.

You know your father is filled with greed and selfishness, and hes always in seek of reaching for more power than he already has. And now hes gotten in contact with some royals and you already know hes gonna try and milk them for what they have, but youd never ever guess the stupid shit he would pull on you now.

"y/n, come down here darling" you hear your mother call from downstairs, you comply and make your way down, pausing for a second or so at the bottom of the stairs when you see unfamiliar faces.

you glance around, your eyes lock onto a younger looking man, maybe in his early twenties? hes tall and god hes good looking. your snapped out of your thought when said man reaches his hand out to you "Park Sunghoon." he smiles warmly, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. "Kang Y/n" you smile back, shaking his hand gently before letting go. Confusion floods your mind, initial thought its some stupid deal your dads trying to get ahead of.

"Y/n meet the Parks, the South Korean royals"

"im sorry?" your jaw gapes slightly "Are you being serious" thinking your mom is being sarcastic with you. "No y/n im not"

Oh

After a few small clearups, you figure out they're staying for dinner, nothing too big, they seem quite lovley. Until your peace is disturbed.

"Y/n theres been uh.. i guess a few plans in the making" your father speaks, pouring a glass of wine. You cock your head, listening in on what he has to say next.

"We want you and sunghoon to get married."

your heart drops, your smile fades, face relaxing, and then finally as if it had stopped, your heart rate picks up uneasily quickly. Your breathing uneven as you sit in silence for a few long seconds, thinking you heard that sentance wrong. "Sorry? can you repeat that" your heart is beating out of your chest, you dont know what your feeling, but you sure hope you heard it all wrong.

"I said, we want you and sunghoon to get married."

your breath hitches in your throat, lip quivering slightly as tears threaten to pour out. deadpanning as you bluntly stare at your dad, god you knew he was low but seriously? he would stoop this fucking low?

Anger fills you for a moment, as you realise how bad this is about to fuck you over and its all because of your dad wanting some fuckass billions off them. Until disgust washes over you, and betrayal. The realisation of using his very own daughter as almost a money scheme, your heart shatters into what feels like a million endless peices, a sharp feeling in your chest. You dont know what to do, what to say even, god your still practically a teenager.

so you get up. standing up, pushing your chair in as a tear rolls down your cheek before turning your back and leaving.

Sunghoon had watched you from the other side of the table the whole time, feeling a pang of guilt of how it all just got layed on you straight like that, he dosent know how old you are, assuming your in your twenties, he dosent know how badly that had just ruined you dreams. completley unaware of what hes about to witness as your dad quickly follows you.

Sunghoon hears a door slam, then it open, then slam again. listening in as he hears broken sobs, focusing to hear the conversation.

"are you fucking joking me?" you cry out, tears are streaming down your face now "are you really gonna fucking do this to me?!"

"Y/n quit complaining, you know how bad we need this" his anger at the brink of explosion as he inches fowards. "are you serious? your gonna make me fucking marry someone ive never even met! all for some extra power as if you dont have enough!" backing down isnt an option for you, you've had enough and your finally standing up for yourself. "You know how close i was to going off and building my own life! why would you fuck it all up" you yell, in both confusion and anger. "its for the better y/n, you know i dont want you moving all alone" his tone sounds almost mocking and it disgusts you.

"your so fucking selfish, sooo fucking selfish dad, are you hearing youself? your practically selling your nineteen year old daughter to some fucking royals for marriage in an aim for power." your voice raises again, your mind spinning with a thousand emotions. "you were never gonna make that career y/n so get over it, i dont care about your silly little fucking dreams, you dont have a choice" your flat out bawling now, not able to process this all properly.

"Dad, please, please you know how hard ive worked for this, how hard ive worked to get spots in collage, how badly i want my own independance and life!" you let out a broken sob. "Please dont do this to me dad, please. im so young i have things ahead of me i dont want to get stuck in royalty please" your on your knees now, begging at your own fathers feet for him to rethink.

Sunghoon feels his heart break as he hears the argument upstairs, he never knew, never understood, let alone would you be not even 20 and being made to marry.

"i dont care y/n! fuck whatevers ahead of you, fuck the hard work youve done. you will marry him and thats final"

"get out, get the fuck out of my room now." its so overwhelming, you cant deal nor process it all.

Your father slams your door, before walking back downstairs. The silence is loud, really loud, barley a faint noise of your sobs can be heard. "Sorry about that" he clears his throat. Sunghoon and his family all exchange weird glances before his mom speaks up. "she seemed a bit.. uneasy, have you brought this past her before?" concern shows in her voice. "No." a stern reply from your father.

"How old is she?" sunghoon asks, really wanting to confirm that he heard right.

"19." "like as in, nineteen?"

"Why so young?" his mom asks, almost feeling bad for you. Your father completly ignores the question, subsiding it off.

Later you hear a faint knock on your door "y/n" a unfamiliar voice calls out, you open the door, eyes puffy and face red from crying. It was Sunghoon. your enveloped in a warm hug, his large hands rubbing your back, you relax into him as his hands soothe you gently. "Look i- i know you dont know me very well, but i heard the whole argument and i fell so so guilty for you, your probably going through alot but im gonna do the best i can to help you okay?" His sentance alone makes you tear back up, his hand still rubbing your back delicately, as if you could break.

"I hate being a prince, i hate the big responsibilites. I feel you y/n, i just want to live a normal quiet life aswell, but we both have to understand theres not much we can do." he grabs your shoulders to look down at you with a reassuring look, trying to read your expression as you nod and let yourself fall back into his chest.

Its a 2 weeks out from your wedding now, and you swear you feel worse every day, yet sunghoon has been helpful dispite the overwhelming of it all. He really tries his best.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa, a time to relax and get to know eachother more. "i want to step down y'know" he speaks, twirling his wine glass in his hand. You look up at him. "I've been thinking about it, i want to step out of royalty" he sounds scincere. "Really tho?" your head tilts "Yeah, hate it its so much stress." you continue to listen to him for about ten minutes, until he alters a sentance you thought you might ever hear.

"Why dont we get this marriage over and done with, then move. I'll step down and we can move or run away. where is the collage your aiming to go to?"

"Close to new york city, why?"

"New york city it is then"

After the two of you got married, your 'honeymoon' was to new york, although you'd only booked a one way trip. Had an apartment on rent and your collage expecting you, after a week there, Sunghoon sent a letter back home, something along the lines of wanting to step down from royal activities and to not expect him to come home.

You built your career independently, and made a hopeful marriage even though it wasnt by choice, you both made the best of it. In hopes to build a family together in the future

[cringe6fail6star6]

I like ranting as u can see.

Ngl, I can see everyone putting role of a cook on Belphegor. Bc Beelzebubs food is great, even better then great, but different products on earth n shit don't mix together well; we can't contain Asmo; Mammon n Satan also no for reasons such as - look at them; Levi same reason. Luci wasn't against it, and technically still does part of the cooking but he mostly just washes the dishes.

Good thing about the dark matter or wherether Belphegor controls, is that making human looking hands out of it is easy so he can just not bother doing anything. He hates it. But oh well. Arguing more bothersome than throwing dough into the oven n sleeping while it bakes.

MC coming into the kitchen to pick up an order n see Luci missing (he went to the front to answer orders bc Levi zoned out again n theres a line already); n saw the huge pile of dishes piling up. About to argue about washing them n then see Belphie asleep somewhere n black matter hands cooking everything n just accepts it as one of his abilities. "I dont-... You know what? Good job. Thats smart." And roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes. You don't want to know how long he had this ability or why he uses it for cooking, you just need to earn enough money to repay your debt, not to ask questions.

Asking Manager for smoke n eating the ciggarrette bc it's busy day n ur break is like 2 minutes, no time to smoke. Manager thought MC was the most normal, unfortunately he was wrong.

Making Asmo deal with uncomfortable visitors bc come on, if he's gonna harass people let him at least harass people who started it. (Thought about MC bullies for this scenario specifically)

Having to act as casual friends in front of visitors bc show should be paid for. Every devil dislikes it, but come on. MC is in working mode, they won't get horny even if you do your best (just stand there). Job first, fucking can be done afterwards for good behavior (never happens bc none of them on good behavior).

MC n Manager will have to apologize for kings behaviors SO MUCH OMG IM SO SORRY FOR THEM ;<<<<

[pandoraroid]

(nearly) live reacting to Pack Smash Tournament II: The Remix

i dont get shit about smash so a lot of shit probably went above my head 😃

Warning Spoilers Ahead!!!!

milo is appalled?? shocked?? that asher has a spreadsheet for the whole thing

david shares in his astonishment. bro (asher) is locked in he does not play about the tournament !! (haha get it... doesnt play about the tournament.... i'll see myself out)

david: "that's my laptop"

milo: "and that's my hat from two solstices ago!"

THEYRE SO SIBLINGS LMAAAOO

asher: "uh milo, sam says he's hungry byeeee"

bro pinned it on the vampire. the one of two (well three) guys who dont need to eat. genius.

BABE AND SWEETHEART LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF. MORE MATES BONDING SJDGJDVD

milo: "what are you eating sam? (proceeds to list off all the foods)"

sam: "milo im a vampire"

the fact that asher got milo to shift his attention to sam, whether or not he forgot he was a vampire, and milo also probably forgetting that is HAHEFSBDFV

milo: "nobody's going hungry on my watch" THE IMPLICATIONS!!!! somebody shoot me.

vincent: "then i hate to see what quickly going insane looks like" VINCENT BABY LOOK AT ME AND YOU'LL FUCKING KNOW

the reference to the summit 😭 im fucking deeaadddd

david: "i know i've said it before but, if there's anything we can do for the two of you you've got it" MY POOR TENDER HUMAN HEART. that wasnt meant as a jab at... yknow

NOT ANGEL AND DARLIN HOARDING THE BROWNIES (same)

NOT LOVELY JOINING THEM??? (would)

asher: "babe give me the glasses" BLIND ASS FUCKER HHAHAHAHAHHAHA same. haha ass fucker... well 😏😏

vincent: "always a great sign when you're stunned by your own success *giggles*" VINCENT UEHSIBDCV SIJFUHBD that was so cute omg

asher: "how many times are you gonna kick me in the head david?"

david: "how many times are you gonna roll onto my feet?"

milo kissing sweetheart as like a comfort thing :( the way the gun appeared into my hand IM KIDDING

milo: "not the victim blaming"

asher placing milo with the two vamps... that was a targeted attack wasnt it

milo: ur majesty? ash i dont know if he still calls himself a prince anymore!

ash: i had limited material to work with!!

vincent: it's a great name asher dont worry about it

sam: "hey milo look you're in the background" BYEEEEEEEE

the way my foot stepped off the building /POS I SWEAR

THE TRASHTALKING BETWEEN ANGEL BABE AND LOVELY. FUCK I NEED TO HEAR IT

milo: "LISTEN GRAMPIRE-" CACKLING WHAHHAHA

judging by asher's reaction im guessing babe told him to shut the fuck up THEY ARE LOCKED INNNNN BROOOO

NOT ANGEL HITTING(??) ASH WHAHAHAHAHAHA

sam: "holy shit darlin i actually won" LEMME KISS YOU MWA MWA MWA MWA YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN

asher: "ONLY SLIGHTLY FLAWED COWBOY HIMSELF - SAMUEL COLLINS!!!" SLIGHTLY?????

vincent: "i dont think he's gonna survive the night"

david: "Sam?"

everyone watching david and sam fight ARE LOCKEDD THE FUCK INN or at least i imagine angel and darlin doing the shit talk for their manz

vincent: "Asher"

SAM WINNING AGAINST DAVID HOLY FUCKK

sam: " i cant believe i just fucking did that" i can HEAR the disbelief and the smile in his voice DHEFSAVNJ

milo to vincent: "you got so much recovery and i got none"

asher: "dont get hit them you wont need it"

milo: "oh stellar advice lemme write thaat down" HAHDWEHBSCXA

milo: "next time give me one of my mains"

vincent: "who's that? pichu?"

had to look up what the fuck a pichu is but LMAAAOO

vincent: "you got this lovely *kisses* beat his ass" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM IN LOVE WITH YOU

vincent: "it's the home court advantage it has to be*giggles* *kisses*" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sam: "i get to see it twice"

milo: "i wanna be mad but he's so earnestly happy"

oh samuel collins i love you

babe and asher facing off ToT

asher: "honestly i have no idea how im still in this"

milo: "neither do we"

babe DECIMATING asher. put the relationship on pause for sec It's On Site.

SAM WON YAYAYAYSYAYAYYAY

vincent: "am i rooting for you sam? what does the equal opportunist say?"

IMMEDIATELY GOING IN FOR THAT KISS WITH DARLIN THAT'S FUCKING GOLDDDD

that was indeed fact gold

milo: everything?

vincent: for what it's worth milo, when you all leave for the solstice, he has to hear everything.

david: everything.

vincent: everything.

HAHAHAHAHHAHA

i still dont understand a thing about smash i love to see vincent and lovely get included and sam winning. it's a good day to be a vamp lover.

[3amfanfiction]

idk if you’ll think this is OOC for simon in the darling and doll series but can you write moments where he was actually kinda sweet/loving to doll? the recent chapters made me feel bad for doll, she doesnt get enough love 😔

feel free to ignore if u dont want to write him a bit ooc

Hi nonnie, this is the best I could do without pulling him so far ooc that we would be talking about a different story. Shoutout to gouge for brainstorming help. I couldn't have done it without them

cw: aftermath of rape, lackluster first-aid, icepacks and haircuts. It's assumed that reader has shorter hair in this.

Simon x reader, part of the Doll and Darling series (this is a dark series, hurt/no comfort, so be aware before you dive in)

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You jerked back as something hit the bed.

The packaging crinkled. You stared with uncomprehending eyes, trying to figure out what was just thrown at you.

"I know I was too rough with you last night. So. There's an icepack," the man standing over you grumbled. He was frowning down at you, expression put-out that you needed medical attention at all, no matter how lackluster it was.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, pulling it in.

He huffed an exasperated breath as the seconds ticked on and you fiddled with it, trying to hold it gingerly to hinge of your hip to help with the pain only to flinch away when you pressed too hard. "It's just a fucking icepack, how do you not know how to use it?" He pulled it from your hands to press it firmly against your body, ignoring your wheezed gasp of air at the pressure against your tender ligaments.

He'd had you in all sorts of stress positions the night before. Pushing and pulling you this way and that. When the morning light had come, you'd barely been able to walk, having to content yourself to wallowing in bed in pain.

You were surprised at his gesture. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt you but it was the first time he'd done something about it. You were hesitant to look a gift horse in the mouth but at the same time you were wary of this kindness. Surely he would expect recompense. Something further he would take from you that you weren't even aware you still held.

Still.

"Thank you."

It was best to stay on his good side while he had one.

You sat there awkwardly as the pain in your hip slowly cooled. It had dulled to a low throb when Simon shifted, bending down to tug you up and over his shoulder.

Well, that was short lived, you thought bitterly as you hung upside down, staring at his back. You wondered what new horrors he had in mind now that he had adequately 'repaired' you.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, the hard surface cold against your bare thighs. Watching as he bent over to rummage through the drawer, you wondered at your life. You never expected to end up here—held against your will by a man you now knew far too thoroughly. Life was supposed to work out. It was supposed to be this great adventure that you were on, something exciting and full of hope. Not exhausting and full of pain.

You flinched when he stood up. You couldn't help it. A minute twitch that he was sure to have seen. Because he saw everything. There was no hiding from him. And it was constant. An ever-watchful eye over your shoulder that never blinked, never slept, always seeing.

You were the watcher this time as he straightened and stepped closer to you, spreading your knees (slower when he saw your wince at your hip being moved) and stepping in between them. Your spine went rigid when you saw the pair of scissors in his hand.

"W-wait, what are you doing?"

"Hold still," he grumbled, grabbing your chin to keep you from jerking away. "Unless you want these scissors to end up in your eye, you won't move."

Your muscles locked up, spine rigid as you froze at the threat.

"That's a good pet."

Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as the scissors got closer to your face, leaving you to twitch in surprise at the snip near your ear. You felt strands of hair fall, brushing your bare shoulder on the way down. You sat as still as you could, cradling him in the V of your legs as he looked down on you with a slight frown of concentration. Your eyes cracked open to take a peek at him.

"Why are you doing this?" you whispered through strangled vocal cords.

"Noticed you kept messing with it. Know you don't like your hair this long."

That's right. You'd almost forgotten the time he'd spent stalking you before he kidnapped you. The hours he'd spent outside your house or following you on your errands. He would've seen everything you did. Cataloged everything about you. Including personal appearance preferences.

It was almost sweet in a way. Not really but you could delude yourself into thinking that way. You could pretend that it was care and devotion that had him helping you with your leg and your hair. A concern for you welfare and emotional state. A desire to keep you happy.

You knew it wasn't true but it was fun to pretend. To sit still and let him cut your hair in this musty bathroom, strands falling all over the counter and floor. Shedding more of your DNA around this hellhole to be found if the police ever bothered to look. If they were ever pointed in Simon's direction.

His grip on your chin gentled as he turned your head this way and that. Tilting it as he checked his work.

You sat still, careful to only move in the way he wanted. Eager for this to be over but also thankful for the small kindness he was showing. It was still a relief when it was finally over. You took deep breaths for the first time in ages, filling your lungs and shifting.

Simon took a step back to look at you, "Good as new."

He picked you back up and moved you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions with a slight bounce. You winced and readjusted the icepack that was slowly warming against your leg.

Simon sat beside you, pulled you into his lap and turned on a footie match, reaching out to twist a pinch of hair back and forth between two fingers. If he would've been anyone else you would have snapped at him about putting knots in your hair. But it wasn't someone else so you stayed silent, letting him fiddle to his hearts content.

You found yourself slowly relaxing back into his heat, the warmth soothing on a fundamental level. But it was the steady rise and fall of his chest that finally lulled you to sleep, hopeful that this strange mood would continue. This softer Simon that you hadn't seen before. You hoped he stuck around.

[nintendont2502]

mag70 done. this is going to be so unorganised

okay. starting with the fears bc those are the easiest to organise and had some interesting developments in the last few episodes. im noticing a theme with the names (aka i heard three names that followed that theme and then extrapolated wildly to apply it to the rest of them) so. if theres an asterisk thats me guessing the name based either off evidence from the podcast or me pulling shit out of my ass

The Hive. bugs. disease. rot. decay. generally gross/unclean shit. the worms infecting jane. potentially amherst.

The Spiral (which im gonna be honest i only know from a friends discord status. im trying to avoid outside sources of information but. lmao). spiral hallways. spaces that shouldnt exist. Michael Spiral/yaoi hands

The Web*. cobwebs. spiders (or the absence thereof). control and manipulation and being a puppet on a string forced to do things you dont want to do and being caught in the web of something far greater than you. i get the feeling Annabelle Cane and the arachnophobe projectors are going to show up again

The Vast. sky too big. sea too big. rooms too big. space too big. physically impossible places that are far too large and far too empty and youre completely alone in them. also sometimes those spaces just have a guy thats impossibly large and yet still keeps getting larger and larger because why not. has something to do with Ex Altoria and that lightning guy thats chasing Mike but i still dont know if thats a *different* fear being repelled by the Vast (since there is a precedent for that) or not.

The End. death. the inevitability of it the horror and pain and fear that comes along with it etc. that one Leitner made out of human skin. Mary Keay has something to do with this, but she also mentioned that she doesnt exclusively worship it which is interesting. whats her deal

The Uncanny*? fake people. circus of the other, not!sasha, anatomy class students, etc etc

The Dark*? peoples church of the divine host. torches/sources of light going out. darkness too thick to penetrate. eyes being removed/going blind. some weird fuckin darkness monster that kills people.

The Watcher*?? mostly seems to show up in the archive. off the top of my head has only shown up once outside of an archive context. watches people. (cant stop thinking about the Dark having themes of eyes being torn out/going blind. cant Watch if you cant see..... hm) i have,,, thoughts on this one that ill get to in a sec

meat. i still dont know whats up with that. again slightly leaning towards it being Hive aligned but at the same time,,, idk

weird mind shit is still a weird catch all category (guy with weird dreams. vase that gaslights you) but again. idk what to do with it.

what the fuck is up with fire. seriously what the fuck *is* it. ill get to this in a sec but just know ive been overthinking this for days now

quick tunnel break. yeah no idk what bullshit robert smirke was up to but hes definitely using fears (or fear adjacent bullshittery) to build his tunnels (...somehow) huh. so its less its own distinct category and more just. robert spinning a wheel and seeing what horrifying paranormal manifestation hes going to use today. off the top of my head we've gotten spiders, unnavigatable passageways and murderous darkness (so the Web, the Spiral and the Dark?) so far.

(also. forgot to mention this earlier but god i love the slight implication that Londons potentially just Like That paranormally because some idiot back in the 1800s figured out how to summon paranormal entities to help him design blueprints and now half the buildings there are haunted. incredible)

i dont. know how to structure any of this bc this is like 3 different topics ive been overthinking for a week but.

the confirmation that the Web has something to do with control and puppetry is fascinating, but also just makes me so much more worried about the archive staff bc like. its *clearly* involved with them somehow yk. theyre stuck in a web they cant quit their jobs or fire each other even if they want to theres something out there forcing them to keep working, keep researching and documenting and recording and investigating and that deeply concerns me. that + the Watcher clearly being invested in the archive (and the Archivists specifically) and the statements is just. there has to be something in them, right? the statements (the real statements, at least - the ones on tape), theres something in them that when theyre put together leads to something that the Watcher or the Web or god knows what really wants, and i cant imagine thatd be good. that has to be why gertrude left the statements so unorganised. shes trying to make it harder to put the pieces together, and my theory is its either because she knows that the final picture is something too powerful that needs to be kept out of their hands, or because the final picture is something that lead to her death (and you could make the argument that by trying to muddle it as much as possible, shes trying to protect her successor from sharing the same fate - just like how jon taped the prentiss attack to try and protect his successor). either way this entire fucking series is just a monument to her plans failing, and thats... a lot. i dont know how much power the institute really has or what its trying to do or whether i can trust it or not but. god its really just feeling like a pawn in somethings game. what the fuck is the endgame. what the fuck are the lukas' up to

(also wasnt sure where to fit this above but. yeah im almost one hundred percent sure theres no fucking way jons intentionally (or even consciously) putting that much effort and energy and emotion into acting the statements. i mean fuck doesnt he mention "losing himself" slightly whenever he reads one,,, im assuming this is a Web thing bc they seem more active compared to the Watcher passively... watching, so. idk. i guess the spiders want some entertainment.

(cant quit your job and cant even quiet quit it by half assing your recordings because youre being forced to put one hundred percent ass into it. horrifying))

i cant stop thinking about fire i cant stop circling back to it and trying to figure it out and i just. cant. on one hand, it shows every sign of being a standard fear like the others yk. theres plenty of statements where it shows up as a malicious force, theres so many instances of clearly paranormal fire and heat and flames appearing and harming, the cult of the lightless flame follows the pattern of different fears having their own cults and churches and groups behind them, but.

but it keeps showing up and destroying other fears. mostly Web and Hive based manifestations (Agnes burning away a spiderweb at that guys house. Agnes as a child helping someone else in Hill Top Road escape the Webs control. Prentiss' apartment, that diseased care home, the worm sex apartment *all* being burned down. hell even Elias and Sasha talking about setting a fire in the Archives to set off the fire system is bugging (heh) me,,,) but also.,,

idk. i cant stop thinking about that first non-Archivist based Watcher statement yk. the woman who was constantly being watched, everywhere she went. the woman who hijacked a delivery truck to try and burn down the Archive. sure, theres a case there to be made for people being afflicted/infected (for lack of a better word) by different fears trying to destroy the archive (first jane with the Hive, then her with the Watcher), but... idk. i feel like theres an argument to be made for her seeing the Archive as a *home* for the Watcher, almost like a nest. a hive. burning it down at its source

(but then. weve only ever seen fire destroying Web and Hive off the top of my head. thats how it keeps appearing, again and again. was she trying to destroy the archive because it held the Watcher, or because she somehow knew the Web was there, too? maybe she didnt know. maybe the Watcher did. maybe the girls (read: paranormal inhuman entities) have beef.)

people keep burning leitners. *gertrude* keeps burning leitners. so much fire.

fire as destructive and terrifying and cruel but *also* fire as cleansing and almost healing and purifying. id say that it was just a case of paranormal fire being the fear vs regular human made fire being the cleansing, fear-destroying one but,,, Arthur Nolan burnt down the Hive's apartment with what was clearly unnatural, paranormal fire. he had connections to the cult of the lightless flame, which has clear connections to the unnatural and destructive fear based manifestations. nothing about Agnes' fire is natural and yet she keeps destroying Webs. i dont know what to make of it

anyway. new favourite statement is Binary and it may or may not have gotten to me slightly (also the jon tim argument was great). i love seeing more archive staff interactions, even if they just consist of yelling at jon or trying to gently push jon into getting some sleep/going to therapy/stop stalking them. let the record show that i totally called them having an intervention for jons bullshit and also if he goes into the tunnels one more fucking time i swear to god

finished season one of tma last night ! just gonna dump my thoughts here before i start season two (so i can come back and see how wrong i was lmao)

jon's va is a PHENOMENAL actor, holy shit. like dont get me wrong theyre all amazing, but oh my GOD

speaking of, while im sure the out of universe reasoning for jon putting his entire archivussy into the statements is just bc it makes them more interesting to listen to, i still personally choose to believe that the institute purely hired him for his voice acting skills

theres something.... interesting with jons role that i cant stop thinking about. jane prentiss only referring to him as "archivist". the transcripts (or at least, the ones im using) only referring to him as "archivist". his first impulse being to grab the tape recorder during jane's attack and record the entire thing. the title of archivist is kinda beginning to feel more like... a mask i guess? something that takes over and kinda overshadows your old identity. youre not jon, youre not gertrude - youre just "archivist"

(also something about martin being forced to move into the archives (almost becoming part of the archives) and sasha literally having her identity subsumed and stolen by. whatever the fuck not!sasha is. both of those occurrences only happening because they were acting on behalf of the institute. kinda noticing a trend of identities being lost or stolen or changed because of (and maybe by) the institute, but that could just be a "i connected two dots" "you didnt connect shit" moment yk)

i fully believe the role of archivist is cursed. like one hundred percent. theres something up with that shit and theres no way in hell theyre being paid enough to make up for it

tbf theres no way in hell anyone heres being paid enough to make up for the bullshit they go through. id say they should quit but,,, i dont think they can

except maybe martin. please martin. go live a normal life and write your poetry and stop needing to corkscrew worms out of yourself

"i refuse to become another goddamn mystery" :((

i dont trust the institute. at all. i think at best theyre just a shitty workplace willing to turn a blind eye to some things for the good of their research, and at worst theyre actively hiding something or lying about what they are. theres just been. so many small details that rub me the wrong way yk - the archive team not being allowed to research cases that involve the lukas family in case they pull funding, sasha mentioning research students testing artefacts, the way MAG 37/Burnt Offering starts with jason begging the institute to save his son before acknowledging that theyll never do anything (makes me wonder how many statements they read and dismiss. how many statements they never read. how many people have died because of them?) - and i mean fuck just the general regard for employee health and safety seems to be non existent. also. yk. someone in the building probably murdering gertrude. thats a big thing

worms and rot and decay in the walls and a dead body in the basement. i dont trust them at all

this is definitely just me picking up what the episode was clearly laying out but holy shit gertrudes death feels *wrong*. all this build up, all the signs pointing towards it being something supernatural (the archive being filled with veins (?) in The Dreamers, the ritual site filled with photos of her in Burnt Offering, jane directly threatening the archivist in her statement (which wouldve been gertrude at the time if im not mistaken)) and then its just?? a gun?? and no one finds her body for a year???

that being said the mental image of jane and her merry band of worms sneaking into the archive just to shoot gertrude with a Regular Ass Gun is fucking hilarious

the only episode that really got to me was A Sturdy Lock, and i think that was just bc i got unlucky enough to listen to it on the one night i was home alone. woke up at 4 am, stared at my doorknob for a few minutes and forced myself to go back to sleep

favourite statement is probably a tie between The Dreamers (i love how perfectly it captured the distorted, off, slightly... disturbing vibes i get in my dreams, and as someone who was really vivid really weird dreams - it hit close to home) and Hive (bc holy SHIT jons acting in this was insane. jesus christ. the writing was incredible too holy fuck)

favourite *episode* is Infestation, just bc im a sucker for hearing Jon out of character (for lack of a better term - its fuckin *weird* hearing him emote. i love it) and i love getting more of the other archive staff (especially martin. martin my beloved martin my light more martin forever please and thank you). also jon admitting that he does believe most of the statements and hes fucking terrified of them hits like a truck when youve been making "jon doesnt believe something - take a shot" jokes for the last 38 episodes like i was

jons such a bitch /aff i love him. pathetic wet cat of a man

i fully expect him to try and kill someone next season. potentially himself. hopefully not martin

leitner and your fuck ass books when I Fucking Get You

where is sasha. where is my girl. give her back.

mahtiin :(((

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MiqoMarch Day 6 - Secret

The jealousy that began to bubble up, though likely pointless to hide from her of all people, Arsay desperately tried to keep a secret from her dear friend Krile.