#thought it'd be fine to send it over lmao

[spinning-feeling]

[sameschmidtdiffname]

MIKE SMUT SMTH ABT HIS THIGHS AND HE S ALSO SUBBY PLSSSSS

DAAAAAAAAAARLIIIIIIIIIIING!

GUESS WHO JUST BROKE THEIR TWO WEEK BREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAK!

Pretty

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Men are so pretty. And they can be so stupid. And who doesn't like stupid, pretty toys?

Tags: No specified sex for Reader, Reader is referred to with a male title at one point for sexual purposes (which one I won't say, but it's not daddy! I will say that), otherwise no gendered pronouns used for Reader, sub! Mike, dom! Reader, dynamic switch, accidental kink reveal, thigh admiration (this was not as focused on thighs as I intended, honestly. I'm sorry lmao), Mike gets used like a BITCH, and I mean a BITCH. Bro gets DOGGED, bro gets USED, bro may be PREGNANT after this (he ain't, no mpreg, I'm just being funny), humping, biting, french kissing, marking, choking, just have fun with this. It's a treat for all!

Notes: I'M STILL ON A BREAK! BUT, you guys have been so sweet and so nice. So, a drabble, because I love you all and you deserve it <3

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I've always admired hands.

Strong hands, working hands. One of the first things I look for in men is if their hands look like they're capable of long lasting, almost back breaking labor.

The second thing I look for is shoulders. Preferably broad, capable of holding the third thing I look for. Which would be

Thighs.

I don't even have a particular taste for what those look like. The desire doesn't lie within the looks, although I could certainly spend a fair amount of my time stealing glances towards a fine, large pair. Straining against the material of their pants, spread out over a chair, doubling in size once someone sits. No, the desire lies in how sensitive they seem to be. Just a ghostly touch of your hands or lips upon the soft skin can usually send someone reeling. Can make someone sing such a soft, quiet note so raw and genuine before you've even drawn near to the area they want you the most.

I should've touched him sooner like this.

Mike Schmidt doesn't pretend to be a macho man. He's not insecure of his masculinity, he raises his little sister, goes to work, comes to bed. He doesn't have time to worry about being a man's man.

I can attest, however. Once in the bedroom, he has absolutely no issue with expressing his masculinity.

In any way, shape or form.

"Touch me," he moans breathily, bucking his fully clothed hips towards me in a desperate, needing manner.

I never said masculinity involves domination.

It'd just started with us cuddling on the couch. Abby out at a friend's, us snuggled under a warm blanket at home on the couch. The comforter to his bed, to be specific. Everything else was too small or too cold for us, so we just dragged it out. The old TV in front of us displaying a rerun of a movie we were only halfway paying attention to, both of us beginning to drift in and out of sleep. Mike had wrapped me under his arm, placing a soft kiss on my forehead every now and then when he decided it'd been too long since he last had. I was pressed against his side, one hand on his thigh, absentmindedly rubbing circles.

Here's the fun thing about guys. Half the time they are so touch starved, it takes nothing to get them going. And that's fun.

I didn't realize why Mike was beginning to shift in his seat some. Why his heartbeat against my ear had picked up, why his breathing was getting somewhat shaky. Tell tale signs of something, but honestly I figured it was the movie. It wasn't until he pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, then trailed down to my cheek, my jaw, and began nipping at my neck that it began to dawn on me.

"What's got you in a mood?" I chuckled, my fingers digging I just a little more to his warm, covered flesh.

"Nothing," he said breathily in my ear, his tongue beginning to trace my jawline. "Just thought you looked pretty."

I call his bluff when I dig into a tense muscle, a loud, pathetic moan escaping him that he tries to quickly stiffle in my neck. Moaning and biting at me, his hand beginning to search my chest to graze his fingers against my sensitive nipples, easy to play with under the smooth material of Mike's stolen, cotton shirt.

"Ah," I say, continuing to rub as he pants eagerly against me. "I see."

Mike's trying to maneuver us so that he can position himself on top of me, and regularly I would agree, but I'm not quite done with my new toy just yet.

"Let me up," I say into his ear, trying to pull away. Mike simply moans into my skin, biting harder as his fingers finally wrap around my already stiff nipple, tugging at it, making me moan in harmony to him. "Mike," I say, trying to ground us both.

Mike doesn't care, his other hand searching for my thighs, knowing how much I like for mine to be played with before he spends hours between my legs, gasping, choking, and grinning ear to ear with pride after swallowing whatever amount of cum I'd given him. His teeth sink into my neck again, this time not just playful. Digging in and making me cry out in slight pain, yet pleasure coursing through me as my eyes roll back into my head.

"So pretty," Mike moans against me, his voice soft and high. His lashes flutter butterfly kisses against my forming bruises while his lips trail to my collarbone, his stiff cock brushing against my hand as he shifts.

This is what settles the idea in my mind.

My hand snaps up, pulling harshly at Mike's dark, almost black curls, tugging until his head had snapped all the way backwards, exposing the tan skin of his throat to me. Eagerly, I lick a long, wide stripe up his throat, from bottom to top until I can clearly feel the prickly stubble of his facial hair on my tongue. His adams apple bobs under the wet muscle as he moans openly, a moan that only increases in volume and pitch once I bite roughly into the side of his neck, not allowing him a chance to escape as I keep my tight grip on his curls.

"Fu-ck," he drawls, his voice breaking as he begins to allow me to guide him to my desires, laying him on his back against the worn down couch, his hips subconsciously rolling towards me in anxiety for my touch.

"So pretty," I breathe in his ear, a soft whimper escaping him as his blush deepens, accenting the subtle freckles that decorate his skin like the stars decorate the night sky. I've tried to kiss each one, knowing the task was futile, but was well rewarded by the puddle of mush he'd dissolved into as my lips had trailed against his tan skin. Mike tries to turn his face away from me to hide the blush, unsure of how else to handle the compliment.

God, I love men. They're idiots.

I grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open and adoring the pathetic whine that escapes him as I shove my tongue into his mouth, his eyes half open, watching me as he gives in to the kiss, his hands tugging at my shirt as he humps against nothing, pent up and stupid underneath of me.

They're so cute, right?

When I pull away, a long string of spit still connects us, his eyes obediently trained on me as I pin him down against the couch by his throat, anticipating my next move. I move myself to tower over him, his mouth still open as he pants, and I spit into his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't complain. Hell, by the glint in his eyes, you'd think he'd thank me. Though he doesn't.

It's fine. He will soon enough.

I lower myself along his body, my hands once more finding his thick thighs and squeezing them, admiring the firmness underneath of his shorts.

"Have I told you I love your thighs?" I ask, my breath fanning against his covered erection. Mike simply moans.

"I do. Watch them all the time. Don't even realize I'm doing it, honestly," I say. I lean down, placing a feather light kiss on his hip. He whines. "They're so pretty. Just like the rest of you."

His hips buck towards me, his cock obviously twitching underneath the material.

"Touch me," he moans, his face pink and halfway covered with his hand. I reach up and grab his hand away, smacking swiftly at his thigh.

"Be good," I snap, earning me a sharp gasp as he writhes underneath of me, mumbling some sort of agreement.

"Good," I praise softly. "Good. See, that wasn't so hard."

My lips start at his knee, kissing there and beginning to work their way up as he clasps his hands above his head, teeth gritted in an attempt to stay quiet.

"You can moan," I tell him, my other hand slipping underneath the pant legs of his shorts. "I like the pretty sounds you make."

Pretty. I didn't know that was his trick word. The word that could force him into a pathetic, begging mess that can't even keep eye contact. Oh, he's beautiful. Bite marks blooming against his skin, such a deep blush, tossled curls. His soft abdomen shutters with each unsteady breath, slightly exposed, his happy trail dark against his skin and leading to the place that shows how he wants me. His tongue darting out to lick his lips so often they'll be chapped by the end of the night from overstimulation. That's his tell that he's close.

"What, pretty boy gonna cum in his pants?" I ask, my hand trailing along his hot skin and digging my nails in to make him sing. His back arches slightly, eyes trained on the ceiling as his mouth opens in an almost silent gasp.

"No," he clearly lies, his hips subtly moving of their own accord.

"You look like such a pretty mess!" I chuckle against his skin, pressing a soft kiss on his lower thigh. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

He doesn't respond to this, clearly lost in his thoughts.

"Michael," I say, voice slightly firm. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Mike rolls his eyes, huffing and not obeying. Aw. Cute.

My hands grip underneath of his knees, quickly shoving them to meet his shoulders, eyes wide as he gasps at the maneuver he's done to me so many times I can't even count. Shoved into a mating press, I grind my hips against him, pounding against him quickly and harshly, relishing the broken sounds he makes as I hump him hard enough his head is bouncing against the arm of the couch, his eyes fluttering shut as they roll into the back of his head.

"It's a simple request," I hiss against his skin, rewarded with a loud moan. "I didn't ask for your fuckin' attitude."

The glint in his eyes when they open unintentionally shows he's fine with this response, happy to take more and more until he really does cum with hardly any stimulation to his cock. His mouth is open, tongue peaking out from behind his bottom teeth, his breathing on the cusp of hyperventilating as he submits to my touch.

"Is it so hard?" I ask, keeping even time with my abusive pace. "To just listen to me?"

"No, sir," Mike moans happily.

Oh?

"What was that?" I ask, leaning closer as I shove his knees harder against his shoulders. His eyes snap open, dead ahead on the ceiling as his mind clearly tries to process what to say next.

"Nothing," he says quickly.

"Bullshit," I snap, adjusting my grip so one arm pins his knees so that my hand can snake down between us and smack at his ass in scolding. "Repeat yourself."

"I don't know what I said," he says quickly, avoiding eye contact.

I smack again, this time hard enough he cries out.

"Say it," I seethe, increasing my tempo and pounding harder against him until he looks like he may cry, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he pants like a whore underneath of me.

"Sir," he finally admits, shame burning bright in his cheeks. "I called you sir."

I toss his legs onto my shoulders, my hand now finding his throat as I hump him into the bed, rewarding his honestly.

"I see," I drawl, not relenting my pace nor strength. "Someone's into getting used."

This seems to roll him over the edge, his face bright and relaxing as his eyes flutter shut, only for me to bite at his bottom lip, causing them to open again.

"Watch me," I command, biting harshly into his lip. "I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum like a good toy."

His eyes widen slightly, his mouth slack as he obeys. The moment I release his lip his tongue darts out to wet it, lingering over the soft bite marks.

"It's alright, you can do it," I say softly, choking him slightly harder. "Let me watch, then I'll let you fuck me however you want."

His eyes are pleading, begging for more.

"You want something? Use your words," I tell him, slamming particularly hard this time, hard enough his head slams into the couch concerningly. But he doesn't mind, does he?

"Kiss me," he breathes, so light, the request sounds innocent and sweet compared to the way I'm abusing him on his own couch. I comply, pressing my lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss that he whines into, his lips parting and tongue slipping against my lips in a sloppy, pleading, silent request. And how can I say no?

I part my lips for him, enjoying the way he arches into the kiss, moaning as our tongues slide together in a messy, graceless fight for control. My lips trap the tip of his tongue, sucking on it and tugging it upwards harshly as he cries out, his hips beating against mine as his lashes flutter shut once more, but this time I don't scold him. I simply grind against him as hard and as fast as my tiring body will allow, guiding him through his overwhelming orgasm, the sounds of his crystal clear moans cutting through the air, perfectly complimenting his red face, glistening eyes and shaking body.

"That's it," I coo in his ear. "That's a good toy. Just let me fuck you."

He's stupid and lost to the world, his cock twitching pathetically as thick ropes of cum decorate the inside of his shorts, making the material stick to his skin, overstimulating him as I begin to lessen my pace, beginning to give him grace he no longer has words to ask for.

"So pretty," I whisper as I try to kiss each tiny freckle on his beet red nose, his breath hot against my throat as he tries to regain his focus. "So pretty, and mine."

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Mike slurs stupidly underneath of me, his legs still trembling on my shoulders.

I giggle, smiling as I lean down to place another kiss, sweet this time, against Mike's swollen, glossy lips.

"I dunno," I say, shrugging. Mike whimpers as I pull away.

"Guess I just thought you were pretty."

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[marleyybluu]

The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused.  "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed.  "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

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By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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[vinetae]

HENTAI TIME

Genre: Drabble, SMUT, Hentai related themes

Summary: Basically Jungkook fucks you while forcing you to watch his anime/hentai.

A/n: MIW = Motionless In White. It's my favorite rock/metal band, and I thought Jungkook - acting all emo and ish- would be suiting for him lmao. Enjoy.

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"Marie, what we had was special, we can get it back again!" Marie turns to face the streets, avoiding direct eye-contact between herself and Derek. If she were to have looked into his green, emerald eyes, she knew she wouldn't be able to face the reality. They'd just - as usual - slip back into each others arms, thinking that one night, nothing could touch them. Only to wake up with crusted tears and flushed cheeks. An empty spot where he's supposed to lie-

"Fuckk. Yeah, just like that." You sigh, closing the hard cover of your book. Your eyes wander over to your boyfriend who'd been intensely invested in the cartooned TV show know as 'anime'. You never really cared for it. Much rather preferring to imagine your stories than having watch them. Even more so watching them in a language you couldn't understand.

"Oh! Oh! I'm coming!" The high-pitched voice actor practically screams at the male protagonist. The two lazily sat in a porcelain tub, her sitting unrealistically reverse cowgirl style on his lap. Your boyfriend had taken on a certain liking to these videos. Not so much as taking action while consuming said material, just out of curiosity. You shake your head, trying to block out the overly done voices of his show.

"No, Derek. This-" Marie motions between the two. Rain fallen heavily upon the streets. Soaked from head to toe, the two stand in the freezing rain. Both pulling at strings they knew they couldn't hold. "This can't happen again. I won't do it to Ja-"

"OH MY GOD, YES, OH GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER. OH YES, FUCK IN COMING"

That's it!!!

You stand, throwing your book to the plush of your boyfriend comforter, making a b-line over to his computer desk. Just as you turn his chair around, your eyes catch on the two characters in a very compromising position now. The girl's; face down ass up position is taken by the main character's harsh thrusts. The animated girl's enormous breasts bounce roughly against her face. A chuckle escapes your lips. Your boyfriend had been just laying back in his chair perfectly fine.

Until you looked a little closer.

For far away, it'd just seemed as if he was enjoying his favorite sit-com with his MIW oversized hoodie cascading down his figure. If one were to take a closer looked, you'd see his hand shoved down the entirety of his pants, small palming motions moved under the fabric of his sweats. His head leaned back against the plush pillow of his gaming chair, a sheet of sweat gleams on his shiny face. Staggered breaths are sucked in as his stomach muscles clench over so often.

He was getting off to this?

"JUNGKOOK!" You yell, removing one half of his headphones from his ear. He startles, practically jumping from his chair.

"What!?!? Where's the fire!!" He sporadically checks the rooms, watching for any signs of danger.

"Apparently on your dick from rubbing it so much." You fold your arms across your chest, sending him an annoyed look. He gulps, finally taking notice to the quickening screen playing on his monitor.

"I...I was just looking something up and this all of a sudden-" You stop his rambling by holding your palm up. "Save it, Kook. I don't care if you get off to it or not, just don't make me listen to it as well." His head tilts at your request.

"How'd you... I had headphones on though.." A embarrassed flush washes over his expression as he lowers himself back into his striped, sleek black gaming chair you'd gotten him two Christmases ago.

"Well obviously they weren't plugged in. I don't wanna hear 'Oh god, yes! Fuck, Harder please!' while I'm trying to cry to my book!" You see the outline of his Adam's apple bob up, then back down again. Why did his hoodie all of a sudden feel so constricting?

"S.. Sorry, babe." He shyly replies, taking a few looks over your newly noticed figure. The daisy-duke like pajama shorts did no aiding in the softening of his cock. Your V-neck tank top hung dangerously low, revealing the dip between your breasts. Your messy bun sits perfectly atop the crown of your head. Little strands falling from here and there. He couldn't help the growing tent forming in his sweats.

"Baby.." He softly calls, as you glance up wondering what he's needing now.

"What?"

His gaze leaves the computer screen that now has the ending clip flashing in his face, telling viewers to subscribe for more uncensored content.

"Come on, baby. Let's watch it together?" You scoff, picking the hard cover of your book off the sheets.

"No thanks, I'd rather stuff a cactus up my pussy."

Your comment catches his attention quickly. (As if you already didn't have it.)

"How about i stuff your pussy instead?"

Now THAT made your head turn. It had been a couple weeks since you both had actually gotten down to it. His schedule and yours had never really aligned to be able to have any time alone together. But now since your boss had given you a week vacation, you had more than enough time on your hands.

"You wanna what?" You tease, standing on the rounds of your knees atop his comforter. He inches closer, wrapping a hand around your side, lips coming to brush the shell of your ear.

"You heard me."

"No." You smirk, circling your arms around the base of his neck, pulling your bodies flush together.

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"Fuck, baby!" His palms come to rest at the side of your hips, stilling your motions for a second.

"Hold on, lemme restart the video." You chuckle, continuing to bounce on his hardened cock. His hips buck up into yours, head falling off the side of the bed to watch the video upside down.

"Maybe riding wasn't the best decision" He retorts, leaning his head up ever so often to get the blood rushing back so he wouldn't loose consciousness. You smirk, snaking your hands to press at the sides of his throat, cutting off the airway just a bit. Your hips slow down, moving at a torturous rate. His eyelashes flutter open, watching as your breasts bounce at the same speed your riding him.

His hand comes up to toy with the curves of your breasts before tweaking the erect nub between his index and thumbs. "Maybe" You reply, leaning down to move your hand away from his neck, onto the backs of his head, gripping his roots into a firm grasp. His head lunges forward at your motion, a moan slips his lips.

"Fuck!" He whines, hips rising from the sheets to fuck up into your abused cunt. His hand reaches forward to rub harsh circles against your throbbing bud, your head lulls back at the overridden pleasure. The small studio apartment bedroom fills with choked moans and skin slapping to overpower the once silence atmosphere.

"F-fuck, Kook- coming!" You whine out, as his hands come to grips the flesh of your hips, slamming your hips down onto his harshly, while simultaneously thrusting his up to meet yours in the middle.

Both of your sounds override the cheap studio recorded ones playing from his small computer. Your back arches to his grunts.

"Yeah? Cream my cock, baby girl. Fuck- milk me for all I've fucking got. Look at you, coming undone just by the anime you said you hated. Fuck- I didn't know you were such a voyurist, babe. Watching two people fucking turns you on? My God, what a dirty little slut you are. " Well, that wasn't exactly true, but you weren't in a position to argue.

His grip slams your body down onto his, the tip of his cock harshly slamming against your cervix.

"T-Tell me" He pants, flipping you both over to have you on all fours. His tattooed hand reaches forward to keep your eyes focused on the anime in front of you both.

"Tell me how much you love it." You whine, the overstimulation getting far too much control over you.

"I love it! I love it, Jungkook- please!" You smirks giving your ass a good smack before continuing.

"No, not me fuck you- Tell me how much you love the hentai, or I won't let you come." You're practically making your lip bleed by this point.

Anything to get you the release you deserve.

"I love it! God, I love all of the h-hentais! I-I wanna watch all of them each time we f-fuck, please! Want you to fill my pussy while cumming to that girl's huge ass tits! I wanna watch as you cum to those stu- amazing tit-fucking videos! Kook- please! Please!" You scream, burying your face into the pillows.

"Yeah you do. Don't worry babe," Just as he reaches forward you rub a few more circles against your aching clit, the coil in you snaps. You fall to the mattress, panting harshly as he finishes out, quickening his hand over his base of his cock, before hot beads of cum shoot out and onto the round of your ass. The hot, sticky substance drips to the dip of your back, creating a tiny pool of cum.

He flails forwards, following pursuit if your exhausted figure. His hand comes up to brush away a strand of hair from your face, giving your nose a quick eskemo kiss.

He chuckles to himself, replaying the night over and over in his mind.

"She loves it."

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No Jungkook, she didn't love it.

But, she loves you.

[a-iya]

Hiii ＼(ﾟ∀ﾟ)／

Sooo what do you think about the Haikyuu! Movie without knowing anime? 😀

(I'm sending this ask to discuss our impressions in the comments (and recommend this series a bit haha)

Have a nice day ♡

hiiii!! i didn't realize this was going to become a full-on essay so 💀 apologies in advance for the long-windedness. i don't blame you if you don't feel like reading all the way through lmao (there is a tl;dr at the end if that's the case)

my sister actually got into haikyuu after S1 (pretty much a decade ago at this point 😭) so i've at least known about it and understood the gist of it for a while now. i myself didn't get into anime until a few years ago though! so i've been slowly building up my watch catalog. normally i like funny animes so haikyuu definitely fits the criteria, but due to the fact that 1) it's a sports anime 2) i have very little interest in sports and 3) there would be a LOT of episodes to catch up on, it's just been sitting in my to-watch list for years lmaooo

as i started to follow more people on tumblr, i also started to see more haikyuu content, so i recognized some characters just by their appearance (hinata [obviously], but also kenma, kageyama, and atsumu miya [the guy with the undercut, who i don't remember seeing in the movie]). but anyway, my sister had been saying she wanted to watch the movie once it came out. and over the weekend, i happened to see a lot of people posting about going to watch the movie so i told her we should go! and so we did!

the movie was so hilarious and i thoroughly enjoyed watching!! the rivalry between the 2 teams was sooo funny. i knew i was going to like the movie, but it did end up being a little bit fast-paced for me cause i basically dived in with like. 0.4 background,,,, like ya girl was strUGgLinG trying to keep up. but that's no one's fault but my own 😔 i was kind of hoping it'd be like the demon slayer mugen train movie (which is actually what got me into anime! but that's besides the point). where the premise would be simple enough that you wouldn't need that much context before watching. i knew the movie would basically be just one really long volleyball game so i figured it would be fine... alas, i was wrong 😭 i don't know the rules of the game or any of the characters/their positions so it was all i could do to just watch and try to understand everything as it was happening ;-;

another thing i wanna mention is that now that i've long since graduated from my "beginner weeb" phase and become a full-on weeb, i'm familiar with a lot of voices and voice actors so it's difficult for me to see new characters and their voice actors (that i already know from somewhere else) as one entity 🤔 i'm not sure if that makes a lot of sense ><

for example: the whole time we were watching the movie, i felt like kenma sounded a lot like yuki kaji (who voices shoto [mha] and eren [aot])?? but also didn't at the same time. it was bothering me the whole 2 hours but i looked it up after it was over and i was right 😩

i also immediately recognized kuro as gojo [jjk]/hawks [mha]/greed [fma]; so kuro wasn't even kuro to me, he was just a volleyball au gojo with a completely different look 😭 i feel like that kind of gets in the way of my viewing experience personally, because i couldn't pause and think about where i know this voice from (like i usually do when i start a new anime). but it bOThERs mE because it's like on the tip of my tongue and my mind caNnOT rEST until i confirm my suspicions 😩

anyway, going in, the only people i knew about were like. hinata and kageyama... and it was surface-level knowledge at best. but i've seen kenma around enough where i recognized his character design so i thought i might like him. and he ended up being super cute!! i loved him, but i also really loved kuro (he is very handsome 🥰) and the tall glasses guy from karasuno. he was funny as fuck. but i'm definitely interested in watching the show to see what other lovable goofs the story has to offer. i'm always on the hunt for more blorbos

tl;dr basically i loved the movie, i thought it was really funny; now i have to actually watch the show so i can really enjoy the experience the movie had to offer. the production was honestly great. my sister wants me to get caught up so we can watch it again while it's still in theaters lmao. we'll have to see about that... the first 2 seasons are 25 eps each and then there are at least a few more seasons (even if they are less eps) after that 💀 when i got into mha last year, i was able to blast through 6 seasons within a week,,, but that costed me 3 full days worth of binge-watching and several work nights to catch up 😩 idk if i can do that again

thank you for the ask and interacting with me 🥺🫶 i know your day just started so i hope it goes well!! have a nice rest of the week also <3

[toskarin]

Genuine question, what are your thoughts on CCA? I've felt myself appreciate it more as time passes, but I still am of the opinion it's Way over hyped. It's a good closure to Amuro and Char's characters, but as a standalone piece of media it's... Fine? Visually compelling and it isn't like. Meaningless or anything but it's only really in the context of everything else in UC that it's as good as it is, imo(and even then I think it's Just Fine more than anything). Part of me feels like it would have been better off if Char showed up in ZZ as originally planned (though the back half of ZZ is the best part of it and who knows if that would be true if it were changed, it could have been for the better or it could have been Worse Overall, the danger of what-ifs and all that). Sending as anon because I know someone would crucify me otherwise, lmao.

CCA is good, but it's mostly good as a capstone, like you said! I think that if it released without the momentum of the most iconic rivalry in UC behind it, it wouldn't be looked upon nearly as fondly

not to downplay it or anything. it's a good movie and I'm on public record saying I love anything where char and amuro get lobbed directly at each other for dramatic effect

char showing up in ZZ as a what-if has always been something I've had trouble chewing through. it feels like it'd have so many ripple effects that it'd either improve ZZ or make it even more difficult to get through. one day I might have my own opinion on that, but it's gonna take more mulling over

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Annoying anon here! Had a few questions so i thought i would send them together, you can answer the ones you want (or none of course)

- how long did it take for Ghost and riot to get together? Relationship wise and merely comfortable in the other's presence

- do you think realistically there would/could possibly be conflict in the sense that one of them is ready to settle down and the other isn't/isn't yet?

- which one is more reckless? Which one is more possible to be in a very VERY bad situation? (Could be impulsive or because of a teammate)

- i know they're both stubborn, but which one is at a most disadvantage because of their pride (very similar to the last question)

Anyways I'm off for a shower and there could be more questions arriving from it (shower thoughts am i right)

Thank you for your work! (I sound like a middle aged man i swear im not)

You're not annoying <3 I love your asks, hun!! Really!!

1 - Well, my fic starts January 2023 (I don't say the exact date but... let's say mid January) and it took them a whole week and a half to start hanging out alone to smoke (of course it was a coincidence lol lol... yeah sure). So comfortable in each other's (silent) presence, soon enough. I think Ghost was thankful for someone less rambuctious as Soap, and Gaz, as lovely as he is, is determined to make him more social so... And Riot was thankful that he didn't pry like the others.

Now, relationship wise, current chapter (the op in Spain) is June or July 2023 and they're just starting having physical touch here and there. I don't think they'd be 'together' in a physical sense until Late August or September. And between first kiss and actual sex it'll take about three weeks or a month, so... They're very slow lmao i'm sorry

2 - Oh, absolutely. I write constantly how they advance a step and sometimes they go back two or three. Ghost's PTSD is better managed in the sense that he's been suffering it longer, and although he is not fine, he is slightly better than her. That doesn't mean he doesn't spiral sometimes. Her spiraling is often more apparent because her PTSD is fresher. Right at the point where they are (I'm writing) he is kinda stable (until the nightmare) and she was slowly trying to get out of her shell. Holding hands, sitting closer, touching each other, now sharing a room. Their own self-doubt and feeling that they are not deserving of anything good is what screws them over.

In the (nearer than you think) future, when there is talk about the officiality of it... surprisingly enough, they get to an agreement soon.

3 - Definitely Riot. She is careful if she's leading or has people under her command. If she's working alone she's less careful about her own wellbeing, the only thing important is getting the mission done. (More or less like Ghost, but Price has forced Ghost to accept that he has people waiting for him). It'd be a conflict soon, in a couple of chapters. Add to that, that she'd never leave anyone behind, and lives with the shame about what happened to Phoenix Squad, and she'll do anything to atone, even if rationally, it wasn't her fault

4 - Definitely Ghost. I follow the comic canon, I just adapted it slightly, so his childhood is canon, Roba, etc. For me, Ghost had an unhealthy childhood with a horrible father who abused his family, abused his mother, his brother, him. He was beaten into thinking any kind of emotional state was unmanly, asking for help was for the weak. So he is extremely proud in the sense that he'd never ask for help, no matter about what.

He only concedes with Price. If he absolutely need someone... he'd go to Price. Price is his rock, his anchor. Price won't judge him. Price is the only one that saw him at his worst, after Roba, saw him in the deepest hole known to man, and stayed. Never turned his back on him. So Ghost's absolutely loyalty is to Price and will listen to him over anyone, including Riot (not that she'd go against Price in any case but you get my meaning)

[versegm]

OH FUCK I meant to send you a Director's Commentary thing when you reblogged it BUT I FORGOT anyway how about the deets on "And the Audience Clapped"? (If you're still in the mood)

For you? Always <3

The actual fic has a trigger warning for uh. Everything? The base premise of the fic is "Guda has incredibly disturbing intrusive thoughts and does not react well to them" so even if I don't think I'll get into details in my play by play, tw for thoughts of sexual violence, onscreen self-harm and suicide attempts, and overall blorbo from my show spiralling bad.

My primarily goal when writing this was "I want to see how fucking worse I can make Guda." But I'm a weenie I actually like bad endings so my secondary goal was "but I want it to end well."

I have absolutely no idea if I succeeded. I feel like I chickened out too much tbh (<- squicked out by sexual violence) and as for the ending I'm often told that what I qualify as a "good/okay ending" is often "fucking horrifying" to other people. Still I like the final result so that's everyone else's problem. This was however a nightmare to tag which is why I just went the "choose not to use archive warnings/fuck around and find out" route, because if I tagged everything it would be WAY too long.

Anyways. "What if the player was an outer god." I post about it a lot in a comedic tone over here. I wrote it as self indulgent porn somewhere else. But I really wanted to take it in a more... realistic? Direction I guess? What if things weren't automatically fine and ok because the story demanded it. What if it was in fact an incredibly distressing situation to be in. I don't like writing monsters are villains (not my vibe) but that does not mean the monster loving you & having good intentions should always be an instant smooth sailing. Which really means that Guda will be stuck in intrusive thoughts central for nearly 6k.

Now for a more specific play by play of the fic:

The problem with writing the POV character being possessed is that it is incredibly hard to showcase when "this is something normal from the character" vs "this is someone else speaking through the character" (doubly so when the character themself does not realize the possession is happening) So I was at times less than subtle about it. In case it wasn't clear, this is the player being worried about Guda, and Guda misinterpreting the feeling because "this is someone else's thought" is not typically the first conclusion people would draw. Anytime in the fic where you see Guda having conflicting emotions, or being confused about their own feelings, that was a case of player feelings interfering with their owns.

Outer gods are basically eldritch gods in Fate lore. As such I don't think they really have like. A body the way humans consider it. That's why the fics have various instances of weird fascination towards flesh and how it functions. From the perspective of a god, it'd be like suddenly figuring out how an ancient watch works.

When you're being possessed by someone who is 1) incredibly not fucking normal about your bestie and 2) does not know the difference between intimacy love and violence. Bottom text.

Also a lot of people initially assumed that I picked Castoria in this specific scenario because I, too, am not normal about her. And I mean. That is partially true (tho not to that extent lmao) but also Castoria IS canonically one of the closest people to Guda (& the most likely to realize that something is wrong.) It's not just "I'm having horrible thoughts about some random aquaintances" it's "I love this person with all my heart and I want to give them the world, but I can't even give myself to them because my existence is poison." So double the agony.

This was inspired by one specific scene from Mairimashita!Iruma-Kun, available on mangadex and probably crunchyroll please for the love of god read that manga it fucks SO hard.

When you're an Outer God with only a very vague knowledge of humans and what they look like so instead of focusing on eye color or haircuts you're just fascinated by the fact that this lil one has thirty-two teeth. Bottom text.

This whole section is meant to be "all the times Guda died before the player rebooted the games," so I picked all the hardest boss fights I could think of. There's someone in the comments who asked me months ago if they should pick up a guide for the Cernunnos fight because I brought it up like five times in that paragraph alone. My guy if you are following my blog, yes, you should. You really fucking should.

Also I use second person a lot when writing Guda fic because it's easier (they/them can be confusing when you're writing multiple characters in one setting) but ofc for this fic this also gave me the opportunity to write some moments where the player is directly talking to Guda (or at Guda, rather.)

I wanted to show that while the player was at their most Not Normal about Castoria, they do love everyone in Chaldea, which is why Guda is being more affectionate than usual here.

I'm just really proud of "You imagine lapping at her open wounds, lapping at her wet cunt." Intimacy and violence but also holes and fluids you know how it is.

My bitch Guda who wouldn't wish to bother others & show any weakness if they had a gun to their head.

Christ I can't summarize MHXX's lore concisely, but she is repeatedly compared to a character from a sitcom, hence why her first comparison is to tv shows.

This is meant to be a call-back to that bit earlier where they wonder how hard they'd have to bite to make Castoria bleed.

To lb6 players out there: I was thinking of Gareth writing this line.

I don't remember if I told you, but Castoria has Fairy Eyes, ie is capable of perceiving lies (tho the exact mechanics are unclear.) That's why Guda is being extra stubborn. They can't deny that they're fine because she'll know it's false, so they're trying to dodge the entire conversation.

My bitch Guda who is taking the entire situation soooo well (casually deshumanize themself & considers being dead in the same sentence)

[Castoria voice] why don't you get into bdsm and then maybe you'll feel better.

Anyways, that was blorbo from my game having the worst life of their life! I think I could have done worse, and will endeavor to do so soon. Still damn proud of it tho!

[snowddeong]

im sorry if that came out wrong im not fluent in english so things might come of wrong. but idk why you guys suddenly started being rude to me. i like your plots and concepts i just dont see yeji g!p and wanted to know if u ever would write ryjin g!p. there was never meant anything bad by it. i guess i got my answer and thats fine but there was no need to be suddenly rude

Again, I'm taking this in good faith so I will respond but hopefully this'll be the last of this discussion.

If you meant no harm then no hard feelings, thank you for the apology.

As for me and my fellow writer buddies "being rude" I don't think readers understand how frustrating it can be as a writer to see people send stuff that basically amounts to "fuck this thing that you like to write you should probably write this thing that I like". A lot of readers will never actually engage in our works beyond demanding for more and the intention might be flattery but it comes off as entitlement when you phrase it in a certain way. A lot of work goes into writing lmao it may seem like a simple thing but it's not. When you put a lot of work into something and see someone say they'd rather you write something else in what seems to be a super passive aggressive way ofc it'd be annoying. I think writers are allowed to be annoyed when we do so much only to be reduced to content machines and I don't regret being pissed nor will I hide my irritation if this kinda thing happens again.

You've said that wasn’t your intention and I'll believe you on that but you used the same sort of language that those people do and that's why me and my friends reacted the way we did. I don't think I have to apologise for feeling frustrated about your comments and sharing that frustration with my friends so I won't give you an ingenuine apology or say some dumb shit like "sorry you feel this way" but I will say we're cool. It's all water under the bridge for me and if you think I'm an asshole that's also fine I probably am lmao but I hope that at least you get why it pissed me and other writers tf off.

Idk if you'd like some advice but as a general psa you don't have to tell a writer you don’t like something they write a lot. There's a difference between criticisms and taste and considering this is a taste sorta deal there was no need to include that bit about not enjoying Yeji gp. Going "hey your writing is cool got any ryujin gp stories" would have sufficed. Heck there's ways to disagree with someone and not sound rude, I know I have a reader that doesn’t really vibe with Yeji gp but their ask never had any implication that I should be writing something different. It was a nice little interaction with someone who sees things different from me but still appreciates my work.

Sorry this is so long lmao I wanted to try to be as clear with my thoughts and give as much grace as possible because I'll be honest seeing someone call me and my friends rude for sharing frustration over something that we go through way too often has pissed me tf off. That wasn't your intention so you don’t deserve my ire but like I said I'm not going to hide my feelings about this sort of thing.

[genshinimpactlife]

Hello! This is my first time requesting a match-up, so please do correct me if I go over the rules :] anyway, I'd like a matchup (obv) with kaeya!

(So I'm quite literally him, he's my highest kin and I thought it'd be fun to see how two very alike people would work together, lol)

My mbti is entp, though I'm more of a socially competent introvert. I have only a few friends that I'm not that close with and due to not being anyone's favorite friend, I'm always left out.

I'm a cat person and often myself described as a black cat. I'm quite funny, witty even, which could be counted as my best trait. I'm really interested in psychology and even planning on pursuing it in uni; Best reasoning could be past trauma and ppl around me that have made me mature too early, resulting into me always wanting to know the unknown, the higher meaning of life and humans.

Hmm also I really like color crimson/blood red? Not sure what this can indicate but yeah. Idk if you care abt astrology either, however I'm a capricorn sun (and a stellium), gemini moon and a pisces asc. Also I listen to a lot of MARINA, chase atlantic, melanie, the nbhd, arctic monkeys, poppy, nirvana, mitski, etc cuz im lazy to check atp lol

Body wise, I'm a bit on the healthy-chubby build, 5'6 with avg proportions. I recently cut my hair into a short mullet and got a more androgynous style, since I'm transitioning as a genderfluid person. Hence, I use any pronouns, though a female anatomy included would be better.

Oh, and both sfw and nsfw are welcome! :) do what seems right to you HAHAH 😭😭

Have a great day/night, whenever you received this lmao 💞

P.S can I be 🫐 anon? Hehe

P.P.S im SO SORRY if this was too long. I had no clue what I was typing genuinely

Matchup With Kaeya

Before the two of you started dating, Kaeya always included you if he saw you alone, and you quickly became his favorite.

He adores your witty personality. The two of you go back and forth all the time.

He helps bring out the more childish and fun side after having to mature much younger than most.

He likes to buy you blood-red outfits and accessories since you love the color so much.

He would 100% support you transitioning to genderfluid and would even do research to make sure he fully understood what it meant.

You two have the same music taste. So anytime you two are alone, you have music playing in the background.

He would support you in going to university to pursue your dreams. He would stay up and help you study the night before a big test.

Of course you can be 🫐!! I'm very excited for another anon. Your totally fine by the way, but just to let you know most of the time a matchup means that the person will take your information and match you with someone, just in case you ask someone else too <3 I don't mind if someone has a character picked out already, but I've just never had that happen before lol. Also if you would like some NSFW I do need some NSFW information. If you would like to send it in, I can always come back and edit this post with it for you <3

I hope to hear from you again soon 🫐

[breesasofty]

Tuesday night. June 20th. 2024.

weed has been my fuel to keep living and interacting with people. eu não tenho saco pra falar com absolutamente ninguém and then boom, i smoke and i become extroverted, talkative and engaging. wait, no - that's my personal equivalent to how i actually become: quiet (but there! that's important to note), speaking what's necessary when necessary, and that, for me, is a personal victory.

yeah yeah, i'm afraid of what will happen when i come down from my high (bipolar here, nice to meet you! that's something important to say in the first place, because who's crazy enough to let a bipolar into their lives? i really admire on a singular level those who put up with my volatile arse, when they aren't as stupid - sorry! i meant CrAzY (all over the place as much as i try to hide it, for fuck's sake) - as i am.

no, no. no need to worry about my self-steem. it's also all over the place, so i get to feel as grand as i wish to be as well! like nobody could ever mean shit to me. like i could destroy anyone who'd cross my path. but then comes control into action, my superego pulling my wild id's reins. stop the chaos before i've set everyone's life on fire.

god, why you gave me the power? is this my final temptation? my to be or not to be is about putting an end to the life of those who hurt me.

god, you gave me the power because you knew i was greedy, you know that it is my soul's sin. being greedy for power. and what's the most power one could possibly get to have? is to send a text and have someone killed for you, no need to getting involved: 10 grand and it's over forever. a boring step out of my pristine way.

these kinds of thoughts had me wondering lately if i'm a sociopath or just severely emotionally blocked. i do think i'm just severely emotionally blocked, because of the amount of emotional damage i've been put through, and refusing to let it hurt, to feel.

i wonder if you feel the same. do you recognize yourself? from how you used to be? i can understand how i came to be here, to become this. but me from my past not only feels undeniably me, it also feels... like a different character, in a different book. not even from the same story. i'm not how i used to be, but somehow i'm still me.

and there's times that i'm just like "well, yeah. it's alright, that's fine" followed by finding solace in simple luxuries from an easy heiress life. lmao. as if. go fuck you all who thought my life was easy. i'm a roughed up soldier, and you'll address me as such, little bitch.

okay, that was my ego talking. typical of my 4ness (iykyk), to find that it builds massive main character vibes to have such a fucked up life. if you weren't laughing before, now's the moment, fella. i'm working myself here to become a tragicomic person instead of just tragic. the joke tells itself! lovable.

Today I picked up my mother at the airport, but I don't want to talk about it. Although, I want to tell that I know exactly what my father would say: "I am happy for you". And it'd be genuine.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Heyy🤍 I don’t know it your requests are open but can can you pls write something with Mob!Tom where they have a fight and Tom says something that really really hurts the reader and she storms out and doesn’t come back until it’s late at Night and Tom is super worried about her...just angst and fluff 🥺love your writing!!

Lmao, why am I a ho for this kinda stuff??

"You are such a selfish cunt! It'd be so much easier if I had a whole in here from the club. At least she'd leave me the fuck alone and keep her goddamn mouth shut and her head down!" Is what he'd screamed at you. He normally was very proud of your "feministic" ideas, but now here he was, red in the face as you go back and forth over something you'd mentioned wanting him to do one too many times. 

Your mouth hung open as you stared up at him, and you scoffed after a moment before you shook your head and turned without another word said, collecting your purse, phone, and keys and storming for the front door, 

"If you leave… you better plan on not fucking coming back." He spits. You scoff again, 

"Don't threaten me with a good fucking time. Maybe I'll find one of your enemies offer up my cunt because at least he won't fucking make it seem like I'm the problem!" You scream before you're heading outside, slamming the front door behind you. 

Tom is fuming, you're fuming, but instead of doing what you'd said, you head for a bar, calling a friend to meet you for the night. She does, and after many hours and many drinks, you're slightly drunk, sober enough to know to ignore the texts and calls of Tom, his worry becoming more evident the later it gets. You were so, so tempted to find a willing man to take you into the bathroom, let you film him fucking you just to send to Tom, but it wasn't worth it. You were exhausted now, over carrying on the fight, 

"Will you take me past his place, let me pick some stuff up and I'll come sleep on your couch?" You ask of her. She nods, following you out. She parks at the gate, watching you walk up the drive and into the dark house. You find a spare box, collecting your things from the bathroom connected to yours and Tom's shared bedroom, heading into the walk-in closet for some clothes. Before you can stow away much, the light flicks on and you hiss as your eyes burn, 

"Where the hell have you been?" Tom asks. You chuckle softly, now sorting through your most worn clothes in the light, 

"Like you care." 

"Believe it or not, I do. Daniels is still out there and he's a big threat. I thought he'd taken you. I left you messages."

"I got them. Heaven forbid I burden you with all that worrying. I was fine." You murmur. He watches you silently until you're picking up your box, 

"What are you doing?" 

"Staying with Mari. At least she doesn't feel burdened by me." You spit, tossing some more of your essentials into the box. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing softly, 

"I said all of that shit in a spur of the moment. I didn't mean it." 

"Didn't you? I mean… heaven forbid I have a say in this house! I don't know why I've stuck around this long." You yell, turning to stare at him. His eyes flicker between yours, 

"I've changed a lot of my life for you Y/N. You know I love you and you do have a say." 

"You have a funny way of showing your love. Don't think anyone I've ever had love me has used the term cunt as a term of endearment." 

"You and I both know you aren't a cunt. I… I spoke out of tune. I was mad." 

"But how much of that has just been lurking in the back of your mind huh? How long have you been fed up with me? Why didn't you just say it before it got to this point, I mean shit, I can handle a breakup, I just need to know you want it." You tell him. You hate that your body is betraying you as tears spring to your eyes. His eyes dart between yours again, 

"I don't… want to break up." He mumbles, "I said some shit I didn't mean and I'm sorry. But… I don't want to lose you. Not after tonight. It was rough wondering if you were just avoiding me or if someone had taken you. I would've died if something happened to you when you were supposed to be safe here, with me." He says softly, a quiver in his voice. You stare at him, 

"You can't just… say things like that and just expect me to forgive you. I need space now. I need to find it in me to trust you again, trust that this shit you're saying now is how you feel." You remind him. He nods, 

"Course. There's many rooms in this house. Hell… invite Mari in. Just… I need to know you're safe tonight. That's all I need." He explains. You two stare at each other for a moment before you deflate and concede,

"Fine. I'll go get Mari. But don't expect me to just forgive you overnight." You tell him. He shakes his head, 

"Course not." You nod before you're trying to move past him. But he wraps his arms around you, squeezing your body into his, his face nuzzled in your neck. You press your hands over his arms, 

"I'm glad you're okay." He mumbles. You nod, staring into the bedroom you share. The bedroom with so many good memories that you can't imagine leaving behind, had things turned out differently tonight,

"Yeah… me too." You mumble into his shoulder as he rubs your back. And of course it'll take time, but at least that feeling of comfort has returned, now that you're back with your mobster. 

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twelve | trial day

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in a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and the day you've been quailing from finally comes. question is, have you even prepared for this moment?

warnings: swearing, overthinking, mentions and appearance of the fatui harbingers (dottore, arlecchino, childe and pierro), kaeya is hinted as pierro's son (not canon) (y/n shoots a shot lmao), comfort

a/n: woohoo i feel pretty good about this chapter!!! this one is pretty longer than the other ones so i hope everyone enjoys reading it lol i had a lot of fun writing this, happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

you woke up the next morning alone on the couch, with a blanket half draped over your body.

scanning through the room with tired eyes, you realised that, scaramouche, wasn't here. you stood up from the couch, checking the hallway and his room to see if he was there, but he wasn't.

he's probably on an errand or something, you thought to yourself.

the only thing scaramouche left behind before he went out was a small sticky note on the coffee table, saying that he'd be out for a quick run.

well, you guessed it'd be nice to take a nice shower before you start your day.

on another note, maybe you should've just continued sleeping on the couch.

“the court declined your proposal.” a gruff voice said on your laptop screen.

you sighed upon hearing that the court have refused your proposal to push back the date for a trial you're involved in, once again. “please check it thoroughly again, lieutenant. who knows you've read it wrong.” you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

the man in the screen deadpanned. “i'm not that old, y/n. i still have pretty good eyesight.” he huffed. “you can check it yourself.” he said, sharing his screen to show the response from the court.

you took a moment to read through the letter shown on your laptop screen, and as soon as you saw the word ‘unfortunately’, you stopped and groaned in defeat, leaning back to your bed frame.

“can you believe this? i– i'm literally stuck being undercover here! how in the world am i supposed to get to court for this... this stupid trial!” you exclaimed frustratedly, eyes twitching at the thought of having to leave from undercover for the whole day. it'll be worse if the trial keeps getting dragged on, you'll quite literally die.

“is... there any other way we could ditch this or something, pierro? i can't just leave from being undercover!” you looked back at your screen. “and scaramouche is a witness for me, he'd have no choice but to follow me for that trial.”

pierro sighed on the other line. “sorry y/n, there's nothing we can do about this. i'm sure this is very hard for you, since it's of late notice.” he paused, looking at your complexed expression.

“we'll try our best to fill in for you and scaramouche when you two are away for the trial. i could send out childe or arlecchino to be on campus for awhile, just to look out in case anything happens.” pierro said, writing down some notes on a paper.

the usual busy background of the precint behind him surely never gets old. the people walking back to back, the holding cell full of suspects, and whatnot. it's been a long time since you last went undercover, so looking at your co-workers doing their normal routine at the prestigious precint you truly love makes you feel a tad bit homesick.

“...fine.” you replied after a short while.

“is scaramouche there with you?”

you scratched your head in response. “um... he went out for a run, i think he'll be back soon–” your sentence was interrupted when the sound of a door being opened and closed was heard, footsteps slowly becoming louder and clearer by the second.

“nevermind, he just got back. you want me to get him?”

a nod from lieutenant pierro was all it took for you to shout scaramouche's name, surprisingly it took less than a second for him to rush and barged in to your room.

“what? did something happen?” he asked through heavy breaths. he was clad in a tank top and a pair of joggers, glistening with sweat.

you raised a brow. “nothing happened. lieutenant just wants to speak with you.” you said, moving your laptop to his direction for him to see that you were currently on a call with the bearded man.

he sighed. stepping closer to your bed, he sat at the edge of it, making you grimace.

“ew, what the hell! get your sweaty ass off my clean bed, you jerk!” you yelled at the ravenette while bringing up a hand to push him off, though you instantly regretted it the moment you got in contact with his bare shoulder that was full off sweat.

you yelped, quickly wiping off his disgusting sweat from your hand on his dry joggers. he swatted your hand away and sent a death glare, gritting his teeth.

“i'm barely on your bed, idiot! and i'm not that disgusting, it's just sweat!” he retorted, making you roll your eyes.

you crossed your arms and looked away from him. “it's your sweat.” you pressed. “anything about you is revolting.”

“and yet you slept on me last night.”

your eyes widened at his sentence. “wha–”

pierro cleared his throat on the other line, making the both of you turn your heads towards the laptop screen. “good, you two didn't forget me. anyway, as i was saying...” he trailed off, glancing at the notes he's written. “the trial's gonna be next month, i'll let you know a few days prior so that you two can be prepared.” he said, looking back at you and the ravenette.

“i do not condone on making you skip your undercover duties, but i think we can have it covered. i'll have to send some of these guys here to fill in for you two for the time being.” he continued, while you and scaramouche listened to him intently.

“we're driving there ourselves?” you asked the white-haired man in the screen.

he was typing something on his keyboard before responding. “you can drive halfway there, we'll meet up somewhere and pick you two up. i don't want to risk people finding out where you're off to, and i want you to not let anyone follow your car, got it?”

scaramouche nodded. “copy that.”

“...okay then, that's all i have to say. any of you got any questions?”

you slightly raised your hand, in which made the ravenette next to you scoff, mumbling about how you're acting like a high school student, but you paid no mind.

“yes, detective, what is it?” he asked, urging you to continue.

you lit up at his reply, making you the more confident to ask your next question. “is kaeya still–”

“nope.” he said flatly with no expression on his face.

you grumbled. “worth a shot.”

and next thing you know, it was already the next month.

you spent the last 4 weeks doing nothing but being miserable, dreading on the trial date you've been trying to avoid all these months. it really surprises you how time flies so fast, and how it's already been 3 months since you started going undercover.

maybe it is true when people say that days pass on more quickly whenever you wish for it to be slower.

the clear afternoon sky definitely does not make up for the blues you've got right now. the breezy wind blows through the colourful trees as you got ready for the trial.

you looked at yourself dressed in formal attire through the mirror in your room, fixing up small details to make your outfit look as neat as possible.

sighing, you went back to pacing around the exceptionally small room, biting your thumb nail anxiously. your thoughts start getting bundled up the more you think about the trial.

isn't this too fast?

what if he's not guilty?

are you even mentally prepared for this?

what happens when the judge doesn't press charges?

what will you do when the man who almost took your dear life walks out free?

the voices in your head get louder. if's turning into when's, questions getting longer and longer by the minute, it's fucking you all up. it's wrecking your mind into small pieces that you can't even help to fix back. the voices become clearer, repeating dreadful questions every second.

are you ready for this?

how will you do?

what if you mess up?

why do the worst things always happen to you?

the sound of a knock brought you back to reality.

“y/n? you ready yet?” scaramouche asked from the other side of the door.

you stopped pacing around. “oh, uh... i'll be there in a sec.” you muttered, not even knowing if scaramouche heard you or not.

are you ready?

the same question repeated in your mind.

yeah.

maybe you're not.

“took you long enough.” scaramouche said, leaning on the wall in front of your door with his arms crossed.

you closed the door behind you. “it hasn't even been a minute.” you rolled your eyes despite scaramouche not being able to see as you had your back to him. turning around, your eyes immediately landed on his indigo ones that were already staring at you the moment you got out.

you took a quick scan of his attire. dressed in a simple black suit, blazer unbuttoned and necktie slightly loose, he stood before you. he isn't even dressed well, you thought. letting out a sigh, you walked over to scaramouche.

hands landing on his collar and necktie, you helped him fix his tie. “you can't even be bothered to fix yourself up properly, can you?” you chastised, loosening up the tie a bit before pulling it down again to tighten it.

he was pulled forward in response to you pulling his tie, making him breaths away from you. surprisingly you didn't notice, considering how you paid no mind and continued your ministrations, now fixing up his crooked collar.

his breath hitched the second you stepped towards him, and for a moment he couldn't quite remember how to breathe. the faint smell of your perfume filled his nostrils due to the proximity you two were currently in. his hands were hovering over your hips, too frozen up to even move.

buttoning up his blazer, you fixed his attire for one last time before you retracted your hands, looking up at him with a small smile. “there we go.” you said, patting up his shoulder.

you stepped back and exited the hallway, calling out for him to follow suit, not even minding how you've quite literally took his breath away.

one of his hands hovered over his mouth in disbelief, the colour red slowly creeping up his ears from being flustered.

what is this feeling?

the drive to the agreed location was fairly quiet, you and scaramouche just sat in silence. the radio to his car wasn't even on. you were scrolling through your phone in boredom while the ravenette was focusing on the road.

before completely heading off, you two have made sure to check whether anyone was following by looking if there were any cars behind you at every turn scaramouche made. luckily, there weren't any, and the road wasn't busy like always.

childe and arlecchino were assigned to take care of things at campus while the both of you were gone. you've known them long enough to know that they're great detectives and that they'd do a good job at taking care of your work, after all pierro was the one who assigned them, you surely have no doubts.

right?

“we're here.” scaramouche said, pulling up at... wait, what?

“...dottore's house? why is this our agreed location?” you asked dumbly, looking at the doctor's house from the driveway you were parked at.

you didn't know where you were headed to, since pierro only sent the location to scaramouche as he was the one driving. you only realised it was dottore's house when you caught glimpse of the dark turquoise roof of the house, his signature colour outstanding every other house in the neighborhood.

dottore isn't a police officer like the most of you are, but he's a close acquaintance of pierro, and he's usually the one who treats everyone's wounds and injuries whenever needed, so you could say he's a friend. keyword, could.

a knock on the window to your door made you jolt, moving your gaze to person outside the car. you pushed the button on the door to roll the window down, while still continuing eye contact with the person behind the clear window.

“my favourite person in the world!” dottore exclaimed after your window was completely down, waving at you with a mischievous smile.

“ugh, great, now i have to deal with you.” you said shortly after, a deadpanned look on your face upon seeing the man before you. “why do we have to be here?”

dottore brought a hand to his chest. “you wound me, y/n. i thought you'd be more than delightful to be greeted by yours truly!” he said dramatically, a hurtful expression plastered on his face.

you turned your head to scaramouche, mouthing a 'can you believe this guy?', in which scaramouche responded with a simple shrug. you groaned, looking back at the man with light turquoise hair, sending a death glare towards him.

“come on now, i'm not the bad guy here.” he brought up his hands in defense. “pierro thought it'd be a great idea to make my place where we pick you up, looking at how i'm not exactly affiliated with the police department. people wouldn't suspect me at all.”

you grumbled. “ugh, you of all people...”

you didn't exactly dislike dottore. you just have an ounce of hatred towards him because of something he did back in the day, but you wouldn't press it now.

if you had an enemies list, he'd totally be third, scaramouche being number one on the list without a doubt. second? this one dude who kept on stealing your parking spot at the precint. he must be having the time of his life right now with you being gone.

a honk of another car made the three of you look towards the sound it came from. pierro was sitting in the passenger seat of a honda jade hybrid car beside yours with his arms crossed, a sour look on his face, probably from waiting for too long.

“well, looks like that's our sign to get going.” dottore quipped.

if you think your usual car rides with scaramouche were awkward enough, then this is way worse.

everyone in the 6-seater car was silent, not even uttering a single word. dottore was the one who was driving, and due to how he's kind of a reckless driver, pierro had personally given him a lecture on how he should be focused on the road. now he opted to just drive in silence, instead of his usual jamming-through-blasting-music self.

pierro on the other hand was sitting at the passenger seat, eyes overlooking the scenery in front of him, while occasionally glancing at the back through the rear view mirror.

the back is where it gets exceptionally awkward. you were very much shocked when you were greeted with the tsaritsa sitting in the front row seat once you got in the car, you didn't think she'd be coming along. the captain usually likes sitting alone, so you decided to just cramp at the back row with scaramouche, despite his many attempts on making you sit next to her.

the court was quite far from dottore's place, since the trial is being held to the nearest court from the prison the prime suspect was placed at. all five of you sat in silence, minding your own business, until the tsaritsa herself speaks up.

“how's the case going for you two?” she asked, not even sparing a glance to your seat.

you looked at scaramouche first to see if he wanted to answer, and of course he didn't. you rolled your eyes at him, before answering to the captain. “it's going quite alright. though it's kind of been slow these past two months, it'd be nice if we had a bit of a breakthrough.”

the tsaritsa perked her head up at this, slightly turning her head back to look at you. “oh? would you like my help on that?” she questioned, raising a brow. “i can always work on getting some connections from that campus, and maybe host something big to see if anything happens. i certainly did not win an award for being the best captain in the police department for nothing.”

scaramouche knitted his brows, scoffing at her. “you've had connections this whole time? why didn't you use that first thing before making us go undercover?”

she brought up a hand to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “oh dear, i must have forgotten... my apologies.” she simply said, but from the tone of her voice, it was clear that she did not sound sorry in the slightest.

the rest of the car ride was silent once again.

while everyone else were doing their own thing, you were busy being bundled up with the emotions that's been crashing down on you since this morning. the unforgettable thoughts and thousands of imaginable scenarios keep lingering your mind, despite trying your best to not just burst out and have a breakdown.

why you? of all people?

why do you have to go through so much?

what have you ever done?

do you deserve this?

all you've ever wished the whole time growing up was to succeed on getting the dream job you've helplessly worked hard for, but now that you did, was it really worth it?

if it wasn't for this tedious career, you wouldn't have gotten shot and broke your leg. if it wasn't for this stupid position, you wouldn't have to stay in the hospital for months just to be treated to physical therapy for half a year right after you got discharged. and if it wasn't for this shitty job, you definitely wouldn't have to face the man that has made your life miserable ever since that one night.

so you asked yourself again, was everything you've worked your whole life for even worth it?

your thoughts were interrupted when a pale hand caught yours.

looking up from your head that was hanging low, you fixate your now glossy eyes to the man beside you. instead of his usual scowl face, you were greeted with a worried look.

“y/n, you okay?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. he did not want other people in the car to turn their heads back to him if they heard him asking such a question, loud and clear.

you blinked, unknowingly letting a tear fall down your cheek. he quickly brought up his free hand to wipe it away. “are you sure you're ready for this?”

you let out an airy chuckle. “honestly...? no.” you whispered, looking down to your lap. “everything just feels so... fast, y'know?”

scaramouche hummed, caressing your palm with his thumb. “look— i've got you okay?” he reassured, tilting your chin up with his other hand to make you look at him.

“‘we can go through this together.’ ” he quoted. “that's what you've always said to me whenever i was going through hard times. i'm guessing it's my turn now to say the same to you.” scaramouche remarked, putting up a faint smile for you.

you smiled at him in return. “yeah, that's definitely something i'd say.” you replied, the lingering thoughts slowly drifting off your mind from his sappy words.

“so, what do you say? we go through this together?” he asked you softly, making you brighten up.

you grasped his hand that was holding yours. “like we always do.”

the same question comes back to you once again. but this time, it came with an answer.

is everything you've poured your whole life for worth it?

if it means that you get to meet amazing people on your daily job and doing what you love, then the answer to this is a simple yes— it definitely is.

if you wanna know what a jade hybrid looks like you can watch it here lol

the tsaritsa is the goddess of love for a reason hehe

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[reilliane]

dear anon who sent that vigil!mc + scaramouche meeting idea,

I AM SO GLAD I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT ABOUT MC AND SCARA MEETING OML (┛✧Д✧))┛彡┻━┻

i could low-key think of a song playlist for that entire idea alone like (yes, it'd be angsty af) (would probably just be filled with songs we've all cried over at this point)

olivia rodrigo's traitor

~god i wish you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you

ricky montgomery's snow

~summer's over, love had left her screaming at the screen

~take my mind, take my body, take my father's conscience from me

taylor swift's all too well

~autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days

~and I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all

~and I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

~so casually cruel in the name of being honest, I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'cause I remember it all, all, all too well

~and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?

taylor swift's enchanted

~the playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

~I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you

Hamilton's first burn (lmao don't ask—)

~I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn, I'm re-reading your letters, and watching them burn

~heaven forbid someone whisper "he's part of some scheme"

KP's the one that got away

~Its time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

TS's the story of us

~I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

gonna stop before this ask gets too long but i have more if you want just say the word, dearie

but anyways

what if the only reason he keeps sending letters is because it's one of the only things that's close to giving him that— even just an ounce of humanity he's looking for

what if after the whole fiasco she couldn't keep it in anymore and tells kazuha—and/or the rest of the gang

how does one even react to that?

traveler and paimon just in shock cuz this lovely lady knew the freaking balladeer?! (‘◉⌓◉’)

or in the case she tells no one and takes it to her grave

she's still somewhat in denial when she finds out

what if after travler splashes albedo's work with the water, it hasn't full dried yet in the early morning and mc just happened to be taking a walk in the plaza, she sees the painting and—

oh archons, she's horrified

kazuha follows after her shortly, and is so worried when his dear onee-san just pales out of nowhere Ó╭╮Ò

imagine mc finds out he's the 6th harbinger through traveler

Oh my these are lovely lyrics...

Hm, letters with regards to sheltering the only shred of humanity he seeks... sounds very pre-Fatui!Scaramouche. What is it that a puppet desires more than a heart? :')

If MC spills the truth it would undoubtedly shake everyone with surprise. Though I can see her taking it to her grave.

Such an abominable meeting... no, no, Kazuha can't possibly know

T-T

[arctichotch]

You ask for evidence on why the UK trial wasn't a fair trial that isn't just "the uk judges were corrupt and his relative worked for the sun" but you literally absolutely refuse to watch a video people send you explaining in depth problems with that case- that was made by a literal UK barrister, who explains the law in the UK and their rules in the same video- solely because he seems to be pro-depp and does martial arts (because I guess if a lawyer has any life outside their law practice they must be a loser, right?)

He literally explains it so well, and knows the UK law better than any of us. This is why people don't think you're objective. It'd be one thing if you watched the video and came back still believing the same (I'm sure you will, that's fine) but when you throw it out like "I don't need to see this thing because it's pro-depp and therefore he doesn't know anything" like you know more than an actual barrister that's the definition of only seeking evidence that supports your claim.

He explains uk law, he goes over how the judge considered the evidence (not his opinion of how the judge considered, he uses the judge's own words written in his verdict), he shows examples from the verdict, he goes over why certain things were or not allowed to come in. He goes over parts in the ruling and explains why people believe the judge was hypocritical in parts regarding credibility of certain witnesses. He never calls the judge corrupt, he didn't focus on the nepotism part, he only focused on the ruling and the issues he and others saw, and made sure to do so as professionally as possible because he didn't want to insult the judge. He literally does not say anything rude about Amber Heard, he only focuses on evidence and law.

I literally watched you post misinformation about the uk trial and get corrected by an anon about the appeal, which I'll give you credit for accepting the new information there, but it does hurt your credibility for any of us to believe you actually know anything about the uk trial if you didn't even know he had been refused an appeal and instead thought he had gone through and lost two of them, which is kinda a big detail to get wrong like that. And this is probably also why people keep recommending you videos about the uk trial (assuming the one from blackbeltbarrister is not the only one) because a barrister can definitely explain it to you better than any of us can.

but if someone came to me, who was pro-heard, and told me to watch a youtube video of some lawyer who was explaining how she’s been done dirty by the US trial, i also wouldn’t watch that.

(also i took the piss out of his name like once. it has nothing to do with why i refuse to rely on his opinion. it’s just a cringy name for a supposed “professional” lawtuber lmao)

it’s based upon the fact that i do not want to watch a “lawtuber” who has spent who knows how much time posting videos of this trial, to make money, because it is not right, imo, to ever profit off someone else’s suffering. it just straight away destroys any credibility to me and fucking annoys me tbh.

then once again i go back to how this man in particular has a playlist with 69 videos about this trial. and another one with another 25 videos. and from what i can see most have clickbaity titles and thumbnails.

i don’t really know if i need to explain that things can be presented as factual, and actually be factual, while also being twisted to fit a narrative. now i don’t know if this guy did that, but it’s what happens constantly so you can’t just be believing one person simply because they seem like they know what they’re talking about.

yeah he’s a barrister. he knows 100x more than me about law. that’s also another reason i wouldn’t watch it because i don’t know anything about this topic. he could tell me the judge has to recite “god save the queen” every 15 mins in court and id have to believe him because he knows more than i do.

also i don’t see how me making on little mistake, literally being 1 off, counts as “posting misinformation” lmao like i made a mistake because i am human which may be shocking to some. the biggest smartest geniuses in the world make mistakes but that doesn’t mean we don’t believe what they say ever again.

and that actually is the only youtube video i’ve ever been recommended, for either side. that’s why i’m only talking about it now. had someone sent something weeks ago, all this could have happened then

anyway all throughout this case i’ve relied on actual sources and that’s not going to change. a youtube video from some guy i’m meant to just trust is speaking the truth is not a source. if i went in to uni and wrote an essay and said to my lecturer that i used youtube as a source he’d laugh at me. because it’s not reliable.

so if me refusing to watch a youtube lawyer means i am not objective, then i guess i’m not objective. i wouldn’t watch a youtube lawyer, or youtube psychologists or fucking body language experts 🙄 if i was paid and that goes for any topic

[arachnidsgamer]

(( ALSO third! If the Homestuck gals got a tour of the factory, what sorta karmic retributions would there be? I imagine Vriska would do something dumb like trying to lead the way instead of Wonka, walk off the scaffolding while bragging about not needing a guide, and then fall into a machine that turns her into sentient blueberry gum. Which Terezi then chews, fully aware of the side effects, just to fuck with Vriska.

((Naaaaah ok let's see about making a coherent tour for the beta gals, and yes anons I'm going to be lame and only focus on the girls because I'm gay, you want co-ed stuff we can talk stuff later.

So first things first you have to narrow down who is on the tour. Obviously Vriska is on the tour because she abuses her luck to get in, I feel like Terezi would also get in just to harass Vriska. I think Nepeta would also end up there though that's because she happened to someone dead with a ticket or just happens to find some trash near the forest and in it is a ticket. Last two are hard picks because I'm feeling like Feferi owns the place or has an heiress is automatically in a position of authority so I suppose that leaves Kanaya and Aradia as the last tour goers which I think makes sense!

Now I'm not going for total karmic retributions, I'm going for more of a logical "where would they fuck up" and for ease of this situation I'm just going to use the book/movie room line up.

So first one out in the candy forest room is sadly and maybe shockingly Nepeta! I 1000000% see her going full on cat LARP mode and she immediately starts to stalk and pounce through the plants. That said she probably doesn't see a drop off into the river and plunges STRAIGHT in and whoops! "Probubbly shoulda warned her aboat that but oh well!"

Next one is going to be a TURBO shock for everyone who follows this blog and pays attention to me lmao but inventing room is Terezi and it's not because of hubris and mocking Vriska about the gum being blue. It's purely from a total sensory overload. The colors, the smells, the tastes, the sounds, ALL OF IT just blinding Terezi a second time over and as such leads to her taking a sample of the wrong product and hey she was close to being blue already so it's not THAT much of shift for her!

Ok now we get to the hard part because the final 3 are where I have issues picking who gets what you know? After thinking it over though I feel like Kanaya ends here. Now I always have the HARDEST time making something kinky for this so we're not kinking it this time and the scenario plays out that Kanaya makes some dumb pun/play on words about the room and Vriska trips her over the guardrail and sends her into the chute. She's fine just dirty later and loathes Vriska just a little bit more for ruining her outfit.

Now I'm sure literally everyone is surprised I have Vriska making it this far I legit think she'd just be so bored by everything else that getting the television room would be the first thing to interest her since she could make it all about herself. You know the drill, hits the button jumps in front of the camera and ends up tiny Serket. Probably ends up working as an intern at the factory afterwards doing commercials where she poses with the candy and saves them money on doing greenscreen shit.

And we have Aradia as the winner! Honestly I had a scene where Aradia drops out in the sorting room instead of Kanaya so you could swap them and it'd both be fine. You could argue that Aradia would end up enjoying the chute and treat it like a slide cause she's a freak but whatever! Enjoy this WAY too long and overly thought out tour idea lmao.))