#we are going for style points i bet but whatever

[border-collie]

Fuck it. Moxie Speedstakes this month.

#bark bark bark #we are going for style points i bet but whatever #i need to see how she reacts to a trial environment and it's cheap entry before xmas

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Don't Lie to Me

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: life-threatening situations including a bomb and a Branch Davidians-style cult compound, established relationship, hurt/comfort, explicit language, slight emetophobia warning (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You thought Emily was just going out on a typical case until you heard about the standoff at the religious compound. You knew her job was dangerous, but this is a whole new level of terrifying. And you can do nothing but wait. Takes place during S4.E3.

Emily stabbed at the last bit of scrambled egg on her plate and pointed it at you.

"I'd bet my life those kids are being abused," she said, chewing.

You took her plate to the sink, washing up from the early breakfast you'd made to send Emily off on a new case.

"I mean, isn't that kind of the whole point of cults?" you asked, scrubbing at the plates.

"It certainly seems like it." Emily walked over and placed an arm at the small of your back. "Thank you for breakfast. Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"No, I'm okay." You liked the repetitive nature of dishwashing. "You know," you thought out loud, "I was in a cult once."

Emily froze and stared at you, blazer halfway on. "What!?"

"Not that kind of cult. And I got out pretty quick. But... I did believe a lot of crazy things, and I was asked to do some illegal shit."

"Y/N, what!?" she said, slinging her go-bag over her shoulder, reluctant to leave. "What kind of crazy things?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, drying your hands. "I carried anointing oil around for a while. And I thought shadows in corners were demons. Turns out that's just how light works."

Emily placed her hands on your shoulders, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "I have to go, but we will pick this up later because, Y/N, what!? A cult!?" She shook her head and kissed you, then once again on the forehead for good measure.

"It was just a little cult!" you joked, as she walked toward the door. "It's way easier to get dragged in than you'd think. I consider myself a pretty smart person, and even I fell for some of that bullshit."

"Mmkay," she said, leaning in the doorway. "Well, I'll do my best not to join a cult this week, but no promises."

You rolled your eyes at her. "I love you, Em. Be safe."

"Love you too, honey," she said. "See you in a few days."

You shook your head as the door shut behind her. You didn't tell many people about your "cult year," as you liked to call it, because it hadn't been nearly as extreme as most cults were and because you'd gotten out quickly. But, god, you'd believed in some stupid things. The confluence of moving to a new place, developing a severe mental illness, and falling wildly in love with the girl who was second in command had been a perfect recipe for cultish devotion. No matter. You'd made it out. And, well, fool me twice...

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Part of the beauty of working from home is that you could do whatever you wanted most of the day–no pants, no bra, watching the news or TV during lunch, calling Emily whenever you wanted.

You made yourself a sandwich and sat on the couch, turning on the news so that you could fiddle around with your laptop but still have some background noise.

You were scrolling through an article on the best laundry detergents when the reporter mentioned something about La Plata County. You glanced up and turned up the volume. Wasn't that where Emily and Spencer were?

"What is reportedly being called a routine questions and answers meeting by Colorado Child Services has turned into a violent and deadly standoff between Colorado authorities and a fringe religious group known as the Separatarian Sect. The raid on the compound..."

Your heart started to pound. Maybe you'd gotten the name of the county wrong, and Emily wasn't even close. But she had said she was visiting a religious compound and that she was going with Children's Services...

Breathing rapidly, you pulled out your phone and called Emily. Straight to voicemail. You called her again. No answer. You tried to calm yourself down–no need to panic until you knew for sure. You sent Emily a quick text:

Hey love💕 You haven't been forced into a Waco situation have you? The news is going CRAZY. Please text or call when you get a second so I know you're okay. I love you❤️

You moved your work stuff into the living room, piling it on the coffee table and keeping the volume on the news up. You felt sick to your stomach, but tried to stay calm. There was no reason to think Emily was there. Colorado was a huge state. Probably dozens of religious sects. Why would she be at that one? But the longer you went without a text or call from Emily, the more anxious you grew.

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You managed to make it about three hours before losing your goddamned mind with worry. You texted Emily again, called her again, left her an angry voicemail about how people shouldn't worry their girlfriends like this, all with no response. You'd tried Derek, too, but no luck.

Your leg bounced up and down, and you could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You found one of Emily's sweatshirts in the hamper and pulled it over your shirt, balling yourself up on the couch and breathing in the scent of her. She's okay, you told yourself over and over. She's okay, she's okay, she's okay.

A breaking news alert on the TV prompted another update on the La Plata County situation. Your head shot up, and you turned the volume up, not wanting to miss a thing.

"...tactical team into a forced retreat after losing a 30-minute gun battle with sect members. Nobody knows for sure how many people are inside, but it is believed that at least three of the child service members are still trapped in the compound."

You didn't sleep that night. Not even for a moment. You sat on the couch late into the night, waiting for updates on the standoff. With each hour that passed without contact from Emily, you were more and more sure that it was her and Spencer in the compound. You'd tried calling a few more times, but the calls seemed pointless, knowing where she was. You'd waited until a decent hour the next morning to call other team members again–Derek, Penelope, JJ. No one had answered, and you'd only grown more terrified. You were scared to know for sure, but you needed to.

You looked down at your phone and took a deep breath, looking at the one number you'd resisted calling so far: Hotch. You knew Emily'd given you his number for emergencies only, but what was this if not an emergency?

The phone dialed for a few moments before picking up.

"Hotchner."

"Where is she!?" you demanded, all the emotion and fear you'd been putting off for the last day rushing to the forefront.

"Y/N," he sighed, and you could tell just by his voice. "She's–"

"Don't lie to me, Hotch! She's in that compound, isn't she?"

Hotch's words were calm, determined. "We're gonna get her out."

"Don't lie to me." Your voice shook, tears slipping down your face.

"Y/N, I swear to you, I will get her out."

"Okay," you whispered, feeling small and scared.

"I'll call as soon as I can to let you know she's okay, but it's gonna take some time."

"Thank you." You dashed tears from your eyes, sniffling.

"Of course."

The line clicked off and you sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, watching the repeated footage of the compound flash by on the TV. Emily was in there. Emily was in there. And there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You paced back and forth for a while, waiting and waiting for news updates, then decided that all this waiting was futile. If Emily couldn't get home to you, you'd go to her. You booked yourself on the next flight to Durango, packed just the essentials, and ran out the door, filling Sergio's bowl and making a mental note to text a friend to check in on him if you were gone for more than a day or two.

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The hours you were in the air–with nothing but shitty airplane WiFi service–were the worst for you. You refreshed the live news page over and over again, terrified that at any moment, you'd hear news of a mass death.

When you finally got to Durango that night, you drove the rental car as close to the compound as you could, but ATF had it locked down for miles. For now, this was a close to Emily as you could get.

You booked a nearby hotel and, still wrapped in Emily's sweatshirt, sat moon-faced and bleary-eyed on the edge of the bed, watching the news, and waiting, waiting, waiting.

You'd nearly drifted off to sleep when the room filled with a blinding white-orange light. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the screen. The compound went up in flames, debris flying far and wide.

"Oh my god," you said, covering your mouth. "Oh my god."

You ran to the bathroom and vomited, then sat on the cool floor, shaking. You coughed as you hyperventilated, unable to get enough air into your lungs. You wrapped your hands around your head, rocking. There was no way. No way someone would have survived an explosion like that.

You felt like your heart was being ripped apart. It was the hope that hurt the most. The maybe she hadn't been in there? But almost certainly she was. Maybe she was okay? But probably she wasn't. Most likely, she didn't even exist anymore, had gone up in smoke with the rest of the compound, the thought of which made you vomit again. You couldn't fathom it, couldn't envision a world without Emily. You needed her. You hunched on the floor of the hotel room, leaning into the bed, and waited. Waited for news of Emily's death. You hoped that Hotch would call you first. It'd be so much easier to hear it from him, but the reporters were like vultures, and they often got the news first.

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At the compound, a deeply battered Emily, now running out of adrenaline, leaned heavily on Hotch as he walked her to an ambulance.

"You don't have to come with me," she told him, her voice gravelly. "It's not that bad."

"Prentiss, you can barely walk," Hotch protested, watching in concern as she winced climbing into the ambulance. "I wish you'd get on a stretcher."

"I am on a stretcher." Emily gave him a little wave from where she now lay, an EMT strapping her in and taking her vitals.

"I meant before now." Hotch smiled slightly. His team was beat up, but they'd be okay.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. "You need to make a call," he told Emily, putting the phone on speaker as it dialed.

"Oh, god," Emily groaned. "She's gotta be worried sick."

When you picked up, your voice was timid, rough with emotion.

"Hotch?" you whispered, terrified of what he might tell you.

"Hi, honey," Emily said, her voice heavy with love and exhaustion. It hit her, all of a sudden, that there was a good chance she might not have made it out. That she would never have seen you again. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Em!" you cried between sobs. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"I'm a little banged up, but I'll make it."

"You scared the shit out of me!" you yelled, equal parts furious at her for putting her life in danger and relieved that she was okay. Emotions tumbled through your body like ocean waves.

Emily smiled and wiped a few tears from under her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Is Spencer there? Is he okay, too?"

Emily exhaled shakily. "Yeah, he's fine. We're all fine."

"Where are you?"

"Uh, in an ambulance."

"Which hospital are they taking you to?" you asked, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your keys off the hotel desk.

"Mercy?" Emily said, repeating what the EMT told her.

"I'll meet you there."

"No, honey, you don't need to come all the way here," Emily protested. "I'm okay. I'll be home in a few days."

"I'm already here, Em. Don't even try to fight me on this."

"You're here!? In Colorado?!"

"At a hotel. As close to the compound as I could get."

"You came?" Emily confirmed, her voice quiet, like she couldn't quite believe someone would love her enough to be there.

"Emily," you breathed. "Of course I did."

A few tears escaped Emily's eyes, and Hotch looked away.

"Now," you said, clearing your throat and trying to pull yourself together. "Please, please, let the doctors take care of you. I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," she sniffled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Emily said, before hanging up and handing the phone back to Hotch.

The EMT handed her a paper towel to use as a tissue and she laughed, dabbing at her eyes and nose. "Thanks," she said.

Hotch smiled, watching her.

"What?" she said.

"She really loves you."

"I know."

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At the hospital, Emily heard you before she saw you. You were the first thing she heard after waking up from surgery, and she couldn't help but smile. You were giving the nurses a run for their money, which was saying something. You were usually so patient, so accommodating. Not today.

"Look," you railed at the nurse's station. "I've been in the waiting room for hours! I have been awake for three days straight, and my girlfriend has been a cult hostage that whole time! I am not in the mood to be held hostage too! Take me to her now, or I swear to god I will get the fucking FBI director on the line."

Emily's face brightened when you came in the room, but yours fell. She looked awful. Her face was bruised and swollen, bandages covered her body, and her arm was in a cast.

"Oh, Em," you said, your voice breaking, as you grabbed her hand, pressing your palm gently to her cheek.

"I'm okay." But she wasn't, and you could tell.

"It's okay, baby," you reassured her, running your fingers gently through her hair. "You don't have to be okay now, alright? I'm here. I'm here to take care of you."

Her breath hitched, and you could tell she was fighting off tears. It broke your heart. She always felt like she needed to be strong. It was time to let someone else be strong for a change.

You lowered the railing of the hospital bed, and lifted yourself in, gently pulling Emily into you. She grasped desperately at your shirt and fought off sobs.

"Shh," you whispered, cradling her head. "Let it out, love. I'm right here. You're safe now."

You held her while she cried, heartbroken that she'd been so scared and so hurt and, yet, proud that she handled it like no one else in the world could. And for neither the first time nor the last, you felt the immense weight and honor of being someone Emily Prentiss felt safe enough to break down with.

When she quieted, you rocked her and held her and placed small, gentle kisses on her head, trying to convey all your love for her, all your protectiveness toward her through osmosis.

You remembered, quite suddenly, the last conversation you'd had before Emily left, about cults.

"I told you," you whispered, giggling.

"Told me what?"

"That it was easy to get dragged into a cult."

"That is not the same," Emily argued, playfully shoving you. "I was held hostage. You were just dumb."

"Ouch."

"You didn't hoard weapons or anything, did you?"

"No," you scoffed. "Of course not."

"Well, what'd you do?" she pressed.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you did some illegal shit in the cult, so what did you do?"

"Oh," you laughed. "Nothing too serious. We bugged some people's rooms, recorded conversations."

"...Why?"

"We thought they were in cahoots with the devil."

Emily laughed, then grabbed her ribs, wincing. "'Cahoots with the devil!?' God, I'm so glad I found you after your religious days."

"What can I say? You get the very best of me."

Emily beamed up at you, pulling you down by your collar to kiss you. You stayed gentle and soft, mindful of her split lip and bruised face.

You held your forehead to hers, breathing in her scent. That familiar Emily scent that you'd been so sure you'd never get again.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," you whispered.

"I won't," Emily said, burying her face in your chest.

"Don't lie to me."

You felt her smile into your skin. "I'll try."

You sighed and grinned. "I guess that'll do. But only because I love you so much."

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss one shot #emily prentiss drabble

[riririnnnn]

Warning: Anime Spoilers.

I think about this panel a lot:

And this one too:

I don't understand why people think that Sae changed after Spain. I mean, that boy has always been blunt and rude. After calling Rin incredible the day the younger Itoshi barged into his soccer match, Sae never actually praised Rin; that boy literally said, "If it's you, then you can be the best after me." He had always criticised Rin's play/goals and was never really like, "Ooh, my cute patootie lil otouto."

Also, this:

Imagine coming back home after 4 years, and your little brother accuses you of changing. Further, this was the first time, when Rin talked back to his Nii-chan; we need to get Sae's perspective of this flashback too.

Sae literally had his suitcase with him when he came to that field; that boy's ass landed and the first thing he did is to go to his little brother.

And:

Of course, Sae would bet like this. Rin himself said, "Nii-chan doesn't like losing." Also, is that just drawing style or those are eyebags/dark circles under Sae's eyes? And Rin literally pointed out, "Have you lost weight?" It's clearly visible that whatever happened in Spain, Sae wasn't in his happiest state.

It also wasn't like Sae jumped onto Rin on sight. The older Itoshi had tried to explain how different is the world stage and lalalalala, it was Rin himself who was acting naïve and immature, and didn't give Sae proper time to explain himself.

But this:

I agree is really harsh, but if we take in account of the fact that Sae has been a rude person from the start, then what he said isn't really wrong. Rin's inner monologue was literally, "Can I be cool like Nii-chan too?" when he barged into the soccer match.

It isn't/wasn't completely Sae's fault for Rin to idolise him.

Also, I don't blame Sae for hating Japan's soccer/football (whatever you call it) because imagine being treated as a nation's treasure at the age of 13 years old, only to find that you ain't shit in the world (as pointed out by Sendou, Sae is only a reserve in Royale Madrid/Re Al).

To sum everything up, I do think that Sae got a really harsh slap from reality in Spain, and he really didn't want Rin to go through the same. That's why he tried to explain Rin about everything only to realise that Rin's main aim was never to be the best striker in the world, it was just to be with his Nii-chan, and it irked Sae. After whatever happened in Spain, Sae must've made some kind of safe place in Rin that he could see his dream come true through his younger brother, but Rin wasn't heading to that direction especially when he couldn't even defeat Sae and there are, as stated by Sae himself, better player in the whole world than him— must've been a hard hit for Sae to know that his dreams have really ended; maybe that's why he was so interested in Blue Lock? He could finally see someone who could make his dream be true after all; maybe that's why he is so obsessed with passing to the best striker in world (I'm referring to his wish to make the best pass to the best striker in the world if it were to be his last day on Earth) because he is seeing his own dream in that person.

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This post might seem jumbled and it is jumbled, but it's my first time trying to make some kind of theory, so please be kind.

Edit: Sae isn't a reserve in Royale Madri/Re Al. He is a second division player. Sorry, I misread some things.

#blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #blue lock theory #bllk theory #idk how tags work #雪 ranting

[taeghi]

parts left to meet || (m) 

— parts left to meet

➤ summary : their secret bet is revealed, and now it's time for you to pick the winner, but don't worry, they'll help you decide with one final act.

➤ jake+sunghoon+jay x reader | smut, fluff, angst, PWP | includes : foursomes obvi, oral, fingering, spitting, cum eating, spanking, choking, slight mxm

➤ word count : 12k of pure filth

part of the bets are meant to be won series!

minors pls dni

you tossed and turned all night, thoughts of jay, sunghoon and jake keeping you up. it all seemed like one great mess. you can’t even remember when this all started or how it started; jay wanted to study at his house, sunghoon wanted to get close to you again, and jake wanted to see your harry styles posters.

you don’t know what the boys think of you anymore- before all this, you weren’t even sure if they even did think of you. but since yesterday, when jake came over and told you that he knows what you’ve done with his friends, you can’t get it out of your mind.

haewon and you used to judge the girls that would hook up with the trio; what would haewon think of you now if she found out you hooked up with all three of them? you were one of the girls that fell for their cheesy lines and charming smirks, and you hate yourself for it.

but on the other hand, you miss them.

you miss the bond you had with jay, where you were forced to focus on school and had strict parents. you missed seeing how sensitive and funny sunghoon park truly is, sharing an introvertedness that neither of the other boys had. and you missed creating memories and laughing until your lungs felt like they might burst with jake. at some point or another, they were your friends, and you cared a lot about them.

you miss your other friend as well; haewon. you have spoken to her since she stormed off at the back of the school. since she told you that she liked jay park. since she told you that you were a bad friend who hooks up with the guy your best friend likes.

the thought makes your hands reach up and cover your eyes, rubbing at your temples from the disbelief of your actions. you needed to talk to her, apologize and make things right. only, you were unsure of how she could forgive you. so you decide to get out of bed for the first time today and go over to her house to hopefully make amends.

jake’s familiar sweater caught your eye, thrown on the floor by your desk. you realize that he left yesterday without it, both of you rushing downstairs when his parents suddenly called him to leave. you pick up the soft black fabric, rubbing your thumbs over it. as soon as you picked it up, you could smell his cologne, confirming that it was no one else’s but his. so now you have two stops today, needing to drop jake’s sweater off, hopefully just quietly passing it to his mother to avoid seeing the sweater’s owner.

you haven’t been to haewon’s house in what feels like ages. standing outside her house makes it seem like it’s the first time you’ve ever been there. you don’t think you’ve ever been nervous to knock on her door until sometimes, not even having to knock but just walking right in.

when you knock, and haewon answers the door, you’re sure she will slam it back in your face. but today, her face looks different than all the other times you’ve seen her in the halls recently. there’s no more anger on her face, only tiredness. it looks like she’s about to give in to whatever insufferable pain she’s in. It makes you worry.

“what’re you doing here, y/n?” haewon asks, her voice firm as she speaks.

“um, i was hoping we could talk.”

haewon sighs, her fingers reaching up to pinch in between her eyebrows, “come in.” she steps aside for you to come in. you follow her up to her bedroom, sitting on her desk chair as she sits on her bed across from you.

“what is it?” haewon asks, picking at a loose thread of her blanket.

“i just wanted to apologize,” you start and notice haewon’s body tense, “i miss you a lot. and i’m sorry that i hooked up with jay- i know you warned me about him and told me not to. i didn’t think that it was because you had feelings for him i-,”

“y/n, it’s okay.” haewon cuts you off. you stare at her with wide eyes, never guessing that she would forgive you so easily like this.

“but, i hooked up with the guy you liked.”

haewon lets out a light chuckle, “yeah, i know. but i also know that you didn’t know i liked him. i-, we-,” haewon sighs, giving you a sympathetic look as she struggles to find the words.

you stand up and move to sit beside her on the bed, “still, you warned me to not hook up with him, i should’ve listened to you.”

haewon shakes her head, “i didn’t tell you to not hook up with him because i liked him-” you tilt your head, “it was so that you wouldn’t get hurt after like i did.”

“what?” you ask her, your face contorted into confusion.

“jay and i- hooked up in tenth grade.” haewon turns her head to avoid making eye contact with you, “i should’ve told you i know, but we judged all those girls that hooked up with the trio that i didn’t want you to judge me for hooking up with jay.”

“hae,” you reach out and grab her hand.

“i’ve been feeling like a shit friend, i got mad at you for hooking up with him, even though i was keeping all these things from you in the first place.”

“it’s alright, hae, i get it.” you nod to her, “because i’ve been feeling the same way. i didn’t want you to judge me, and i didn’t want to hide things from you to ruin our friendship.”

“right, because i care about you and our friendship, too.” haewon agrees softly. “and i missed you.”

“i missed you too, hae.” you both smiled at each other and hugged your best friend. you let yourself feel happy in the hug, glad that you’ve got your best friend back. your friendship with haewon has only gotten stronger now that there are no secrets or places to judge each other. “i thought it was weird when sunghoon recognized you in the picture i have of us on my wall.”

“what?” haewon pulls away, “sunghoon park was in your bedroom?”

“oh, uh,” you fold your hands in your lap to avoid your nervous picking, “yeah.”

“why?”

“because he kind of fingered me there.”

“what?” haewon exclaimed, her eyes bulging from her head.

“i know i know; please don’t judge me, i’m already judging myself.”

haewon shakes her head, “no, no, i’m not judging you at all. i, can’t believe it! was it before or after jay?”

“after.”

“oh my god,” haewon laughs, “does jake know?”

“i know he knows.”

“what do you mean?”

“well, jake’s family came over last night, and jake and i kind of had sex.”

“what?” haewon exclaims again, “oh my god y/n! you did the impossible!”

“bro, i know.” you cover your eyes with your hands, “and that’s jake’s sweater over there, and i need to drop it off after.”

haewon notices the black hoodie hanging on her desk chair, “so, are things awkward now, then?”

“i don’t know! it’s all happened too fast, and none of them seem to care that they’ve hooked up with me- not even jake!”

“well, of course, they don’t; they’ve shared girls before.” haewon shrugs, “will it be awkward for you, though?”

“i don’t know, i don’t want it to be,” you tell her.

“well do you, like, any of them?”

you gulp as you look at your best friend, “i- i don’t know.”

haewon reaches to wrap her arm around your shoulders, noticing how worried you look at the question. “hey, it’s okay if you don’t. you don’t need to like any of them. sex is for fun, right! there doesn’t need to be any feelings with it.”

“yeah, i know. but hooking up with all of them was different. it was like there were some feelings there. but none of us brought them up.”

haewon nods in understanding, “well, have you talked to any of them since you’ve hooked up?”

“no, see that’s what i’m saying. it was so intimate in the moments with them, but there was nothing afterward.”

“do you want to talk to them?”

“i think so,” you confess, “i want to find out if it was just sex to them or not.”

haewon smiles, “well then, when you go over to jake’s why don’t you ask him. you said he knows, so i’m sure he’d also know if there were feelings involved with any of them.”

you nod, “okay, hae. thank you, i really needed to talk to you about this; it’s been so shitty to try to keep this to myself- to figure out what i’m feeling and what they’re feeling by myself.”

“i know, and i’m sorry y/n; let’s not keep secrets anymore, okay? you’re my best friend, and i love you.”

“i love you too, hae.” she squeezes you in her arms, both of you laughing as she does.

standing outside two houses that you used to be familiar with but now feel like it’s the first time you’re ever seeing them in one day was a lot.

jake’s house was as nice as you remembered it was. you noticed that neither of his parents’ cars was in the driveway. part of you hoped that maybe jake had taken one of them for the day and that his mom would answer the door to you.

walking up the stairs, you notice that the screen door is closed, but the actual front door is open, allowing you to see and hear into the house. someone must be home then, and you hoped it wasn’t the teenage boy. you contemplate whether you should knock or not; maybe you should come back later when there are more people home.

you’re about to leave when you hear the backdoor open and shut, and voices become clear in the previously silent house.

“bro, i’m telling you, she was into me when we hooked up,”

“yeah, but that was before you fucking ghosted her ass for no reason,”

you could hear some voices laughing and a grunt from someone else.

“i didn’t know what to do! i was thinking about the bet!”

you tilted your head in confusion, figuring that the voices were familiar but had no idea what they were talking about.

“y/n’s just going to end up picking jake; they’ve known each other longer,”

“exactly, hoon.” you could pick out jake’s voice the easiest. the mention of your name had you stepping closer to the screen door, wanting to hear more. you could feel your heart racing now that you knew they were talking about you. you realize that since sunghoon and jake are there, the third familiar voice is no other than jay.

they’re laughing and mumbling about something you can’t hear, making you step forward to practically put your ear on the mesh screen. it’s then when your shoe kicks the bottom of the screen, the cheap metal racketing loud enough for what seems the whole street to hear.

“shit,” you mumble to yourself, backing away and standing straight just in time for jake to pop his head around the corner of the hall and look toward you.

“oh, hey, y/n,” jake smiles at you, walking towards the front door now, “what’re you doing here.” you can’t see jay or sunghoon yet, but you know their bodies are tense at the mention of your name.

“uh, you forgot your sweater last night, so i’m bringing it back,” you tell him, looking up at him as he opens the screen door.

“oh right,” jake nods, reaching his hand out to take it from you, “thanks for that, i didn’t even know i forgot it.”

“ah, shit,” a voice you know is jay’s whisper yells from down the hall.

“shh,” sunghoon’s hushed voice shushes out.

jake turns back to you with a tight-lipped smile, “uh,”

you tilt your head with a disapproving look, knowing that he will try to distract you from what you both have just heard.

jake sighs, “ok, she knows you’re here, idiots. come out.”

sure enough, a sheepish-looking jay and sunghoon step out from around the hall’s corner, sunghoon shoving jay’s back in frustration. jay gives sunghoon a glare before he turns and says hello to you.

“uh, hey guys,” you tell them. before you came, you thought it would be awkward to see jake after hooking up with him, and you never imagined how awkward it would be if you came and saw all three of the guys you hooked up with.

“hi, y/n,” sunghoon smiles at you, his relaxed demeanour confusing you. it was like you hadn’t hooked up with any of them by the way all three were acting.

“what’s wrong?” jake laughs, watching your face contort in concern.

“what? nothing.” you snap your head up to him. jake returns the disappointed look you had given him earlier, making you give in, “i just- what, what were you guys saying earlier?” you struggle to get the words out, “a bet?”

the three boys all share a look filled with worry and amusement. neither of them is sure what to do. they never planned for you to even find out about their bet in the first place, let alone ask them about it.

“uh,” jake starts to let out, keeping his eyes locked on sunghoon and jay as his body is still turned to you.

“just tell me,” you usher him.

jake sighs again, jay and sunghoon suddenly finding the floor interesting, “do you want to come inside?”

they sit you down at the kitchen’s island. jay insisted that he get you some water since it was hot out and you had to walk here. you don’t know what’s going on, but you seem more worried than the three of them put together as they sit around the island with you.

“just, what’s going on?” you ask them, taking a sip of the water jay gave you.

sunghoon starts before the other two, “it started a couple of months ago- this thing.” he points in between all of you.

“we all talked and found out that we all have some sort of feelings toward you,” jake said, looking straight into your eyes.

“me?” you question, shock written all over your face.

“yes, you,” jay chuckles with a shake of his head, “so we wanted to see which one of us you liked back.”

“which started the whole, you know, which one of us would you hook up with.” sunghoon said, trying to make it sound nicer. you let out a noise of acknowledgement, your mind racing as you take in everything that happened. no wonder they didn’t seem to care that they all hooked up with you in a short period.

“we’re sorry, y/n,” jay states, breaking the silence that had grown between the four of you as you try to process what had been happening for weeks now.

“we should’ve told you, talked to you about how we were feeling,” jake says, a slight pout on his face when he sees your confused expression.

“we’re just so competitive it makes us stupid,” sunghoon tries to joke, lightening the heavy air that’s settled upon the kitchen.

you nod to their words, keeping your head down and eyes locked on your fingers playing with their rings. you’re trying to absorb the information as fast as you can, knowing that they’re all looking at you with expectant, worried eyes.

“is everything you guys ever said to me true?” you ask them, “like, you were never lying to me about how you felt?”

“yes, it was all true,” jay says quickly.

“we’d never lie about our feelings for you,” sunghoon said wholeheartedly, his eyes mixing with adoration when yours met them.

“the bet was stupid, and we shouldn’t have done it.” jay says, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand, a nervous tick of his you had picked up on through studying with him.

you look around the island at all three of the boys, trying to reanalyze all the little moments you had shared with them. “so, at the proper end, i was supposed to pick one of you? and they were going to be the winner?” the three of them all give some confirmation to your words. the thought made your hand sweat, rubbing them on your jeans. with all of them, you feel like you can be yourself, but they all give you different things. jay makes you feel confident and intelligent; he challenges you to always try your best. sunghoon makes you feel like you don’t always have to be so outgoing to get people to like you, that it’s alright to be introvertedness. and jake, your childhood best friend, makes you feel sweet and he keeps a part of your innocence, your childhood, with him, that you share everything with him. “but, i don’t know who to pick.”

jake is quick to reach your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, “that’s okay, angel. we know we just told you a lot of shit; you can take your time.”

“right, you don’t have to pick right now,” jay tells you, sunghoon nodding in agreement.

“but i don’t know how i can pick just one,” you confess, keeping your face tucked into jake’s chest, feeling comfort there as you express something that has been on your mind from the start. it was a thought that gave you so much stress that you never allowed yourself to think about it thoroughly. that you have fallen for all of them with your weak heart.

you miss how the three boys look at each other with your confession. their eyes flash with understanding, and jay is moving to stand on the other side of you.

“how about we get another chance?” jay asks, one of his hands resting on the table while the other is on your lower back.

“what do you mean?” you pull your face away from jake’s chest and look at jay.

“another chance to prove to you that we’re the one you should pick,” sunghoon chimes in, standing from his own chair and making his way over.

“only if you want to, of course,” jake says into your ear, pressing a kiss into your hair as he speaks, “i’ll show you that i’m the best, remember?” you smile at jake’s teasing words.

“let us show you how good we can make you feel,” jay’s voice is lower from the other side of your head. his eyes are dark when you look at him again, his smirk matching sunghoon’s, who’s stood behind him, arm wrapped around jay’s shoulder.

“what do you say, angel?” jake asks, nosing your hair.

“one more chance?” sunghoon asks, his eyes dark and playful when he asks.

you smile at him genuinely, “one more chance.”

jake is the first to reach in and kiss you. your lips are meeting again like they did last night. it’s a rough kiss, jake licking his tongue over your bottom lip, begging to be let in. before you can jay is turning your head away from jake’s, pressing a kiss onto your mouth that you longed for every day. it’s been weeks since you’ve even seen jay, craving him at every hour, wanting to feel his mouth on your body again. he’s kissing with so much hunger that you barely hear jake chuckling and sunghoon moving closer to you. sunghoon pulls jay away, his thumb brushing against your chin sweetly before his lips meet yours harshly.

there’s something that feels so dirty kissing three guys in two minutes. but it turns you on to no extent. the feeling of all of their lips on yours, lust seeping through with their tongues.

“let’s go to my bedroom,” jake speaks out hoarsely. his eyes are dark when you look at him despite the golden grin that spreads on his face when he looks at you.

the four of you are in jake’s bedroom quicker than ever before. you were thrown onto his bed, your back hitting the mattress with a huff coming out of you. looking up at the three of them standing around you, licking their lips as they thought about their next moves. a smile spread across your lips when you reach up and squeeze your breasts together over your shirt, whining when your palms rub against your nipples.

“fuck,” jay lets out, “let me go first again.” before the other boys can even contemplate it, jay is over you, lifting your shirt over your head. you hear the three of them groan when they realize you’re not wearing a bra underneath. your pretty tits are already on display for them with your hardened nipples. his lips are fighting with yours for dominance, which you gladly give him.

you let yourself melt into his touch again, missing how jay can make you feel. there had been so many times when you let your mind wander back to the events that had taken place in his bedroom together.

like clockwork, jake and sunghoon had settled into their own positions. jake was sitting on the bed beside you guys, watching as the two of you made out on his bed. and sunghoon had sat down in jake’s chair by the window, shirt off and abs on display for you to drool over. his pale skin was already flush from being so turned on.

“want your shirts off, too,” you whine out to jay and jake. they gave each other a look before they did as you commanded. their soft skin is undoubtedly welcomed by your eyes as you scan their familiar cores.

you whimpered out when jay’s hand reached out and played with your nipple, your hips wanting to leave the bed to grind up into his for some friction. his hands were the softest of the three of them as they trailed down your body.

“you’ll be a good girl for us, right y/n?” jay asks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at you. the nickname he had given you added more fuel to the burning fire in your core. the nickname that you had hoped to hear from him again.

“yes, jay,” you tell him, eyes wide as you look up at him and the other two. jake’s hand is cupping his hard cock over his sweatpants, squeezing it to let off some pressure as he watches you submit to jay so easily.

your hand quickly tangled itself into jay’s hair when he leaned down to press another deep kiss onto your lips. You felt a hand play with the button of your pants, pulling away from jay to see jake’s singular hand start to take off your jeans. jay caught on and stood again to remove the denim down your legs and land on jake’s floor. jay feels his cock twitch in his pants when he sees you’re wearing the same red panties you wore the last time he fucked you.

“god, y/n, you know what red does to me,” he lets out, his fingers tracinggently trace the hem of the panties, teasing both of you. you let out a little giggle in response, knowing now that it’s his favourite colour.

“leave her panties on,” sunghoon’s voice speaks from the other side of the room. the three of you on the bed look at the co-captain, you have to bite back a moan at the sight of him sitting relaxed in the chair, his slender hand shoved into his sweatpants hidden, but all of you know that he’s tugging on his hard cock from his movements.

“oh, so you do have a kink for fucking with clothes on,” you speak, raising your eyebrow. jake and jay stifle a laugh as sunghoon only smirks in response.

“how the fuck do you know that?” he asks, his hand not stopping pulling and squeezing his cock as he openly scans your bare body.

“i told you,” you shake your head against the mattress, “i’ve heard things about you.”

you can’t say anymore since you feel jay’s fingers start to move your panties to the side and spread your pussy lips. your core is swollen and wet. your clit is enlarged and throbbing, begging any of them to touch it. jay ran his index finger up your slit, gathering your juices. all three of the men catch the way your pussy clenches, practically begging jay to slip his finger inside.

“do you want my fingers, y/n?” he asks you, his finger circling your clit. you nod your head as an answer, lips pulled in a pout, “use your words.”

“yes, jay, i want your fingers, need them so bad,” you tell him, needing some relief from the pressure building up in your core.

“good girl.” jay says, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth as he slips two of his fingers in.

jay’s fingers are quick to get to work, remembering where your g spot is and knowing how to make you feel good. his mouth is trailing your core, switching between sucking bruises into your skin and simply pecking it. one of your hands was threading through his hair, wanting to keep jay close to you, while the other one was latched onto jake’s blanket.

jake had somehow slipped his sweats off without you noticing. his long, hard dick in his hand as he leaned back on his elbows and watched jay finger you. every single one of your moans went straight to their dicks, loving the thought of how good you were feeling.

you liked knowing that the three of them were watching you, wanting to pleasure and hear you. you felt safe with all of them and powerful. you had three beautiful guys at the tips of your fingers, and you knew there would be some pleasure tonight.

jay curves his finger upwards, rubbing it against the rough patch of your gspot. his thumb is rubbing hard circles on your clit, wanting to warm you up as fast as possible so you could get started. you kept your eyes on jay, crying out his name everytime he fucked his fingers into you harder. you knew that jay liked it hard and fast, and you hoped that you would be able to keep up with for the rest of the night, knowing how good he could make you feel.

“i wanna cum, please, jay,” you whine out, your hips moving to reach his fingers’ thrusts. you see jay turn and make eye contact with sunghoon in the corner, a stern expression on his face as he watches you.

“think she can cum, hoon?” jay asks him, “think she’s been a good girl so far?”

sunghoon smirks when he meets your begging eyes; he can tell just how badly you want to cum. “only if you keep your eyes open when you cum, princess.” your eyes widen at his request, and you ignore the dark chuckles jay and jake let out at sunghoon’s request. all three of them know how hard it is for you to cum with your eyes open, the pleasure too consuming for them to not roll to the back of your head. “think you can do that, y/n?”

“y-yes, sir,” you nod your head, your hand gripping onto jake’s blanket harder now as you can feel yourself letting go for your first orgasm of the night.

“then cum.” sunghoon demands.

throughout your orgasm, you were silent, balancing your focus on keeping your eyes open and the pleasure. your body tensed as you came, your eyes never leaving jay’s as he gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“that’s a good girl, cum all over my fingers,” he spoke, his thumb pressing harder into your clit to draw out your orgasm even longer.

when you fully came down from your orgasm, jay kissed your neck as you did; jake pushed jay to the side, his hands running down your legs to calm them. jake groaned at the sight of how jay had left in between your thighs. your juices spread everywhere, your panties crinkled to the side and soaked.

“fuck angel, you’re all messy,” jake said; you let out a whimper at the feeling of his fingers spreading your folds open, the cold air sensitive to your warm pussy, “you know sunghoon likes that.” jake turned to look over his shoulder to the said co captain, a smirk on sunghoon’s face at the statement. jay let out a snort, laughing to himself from the other side of you, laying on his side with his face close to yours.

“yeah, so make her as messy as possible, jake.” sunghoon calls out, raising his eyebrow as if to challenge jake.

jake smirks, turning his attention back to you, “you know i missed the taste of you on my tongue as soon as i left last night,” his words are muffled as his lips press into your neck, planting kisses where jay just had.

“i missed your taste, too- wish i could’ve had your cock in my mouth.” you pout at him, feeling his cock start to grind into your core at your words.

jake lets out an airy laugh as he looks at jay beside you, “soon, angel, i want you on my tongue first.” jake pulls you to the end of the bed, wrapping your thighs around his neck to draw you close to him.

jake wasted no time slipping his tongue between your wet, cum filled folds. he hums at your taste, making obscure slurping noises in between. you felt like you cum again so quickly when you saw your childhood best friend in between your thighs. his eyes were closed, thoroughly enjoying this moment he had with you.

jake was indeed fulfilling sunghoon’s request of making you messier. you could feel the cool breeze hitting your skin where jake and dribbled his spit and your juices. the only warmth on your core was from jake’s body, which made you tighten your thighs’ grip on his neck.

beside you, jay let out soft groans as he watched the sight before him. his hand had travelled down under his pants, cupping and squeezing his own cock. he winked at you when he saw you looking at him, your mouth pulled open from the pleasure of jake’s mouth. jay’s free hand reached out and gave a hard squeeze to your nipples, making you arch your back further into his hands.

“fuck, angel, taste so good on my tongue-” jake moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding more to the pleasures on your clit, “could eat you out for hours.” you whimper at his words, your free hand reaching for his hair, wanting to pull him closer into you.

“i think she wants to cum,” jay speaks out with a slight laugh.

you turn your head to the side to look at him, “please, please let me cum.” you watch jay’s vision travel to sunghoon on the other side of the room. you follow and look at the dominant boy in the chair; he had taken off his sweatpants but still remained in his black boxers. “please, hoon- i need to cum so bad.”

sunghoon hums; you catch the way his stomach inhales sharply as he squeezes his dick hard in his underwear, “you can cum- but you need to keep your eyes open, princess, remember.” you nod your head quickly at him, eyebrows pulling together as you feel your body start to give into all the pleasure you were feeling.

jake’s tongue and jay’s travelling hands don’t stop until you have to physically push them away from the pleasure. your high took over you quickly, your cries loud as you try to keep your eyes open, staring right into jake’s eyes as his tongue slips so easily between your folds. jake’s so eager to taste more of your cum, spreading your thighs open to reach even deeper as you came.

“good girl,” jay reached over and pressed a kiss to your temple. jake’s hands were soothing your shaking thighs, pressing kisses into all the skin he could reach.

“she did so well,” jake speaks, “right, hoon?”

your eyes are closed now that your orgasm is through, so you can’t see that sunghoon has made his way over to the bed, standing above the three of you.

“she did,” sunghoon voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard and it makes you whimper when you open your eyes to see him staring right at you. “i think she’s eager for some cock now, right princess?”

“yes! please, i need your cock, sir.” you tell him with a pout and he’s right, eager.

sunghoon lets out a dark chuckle as he smirks at your response. his hand reaches out, trails along your bottom lip for you to open your mouth, which he then easily slips his thumb in. you suck harshly on his thumb, circling your tongue around the digit, “such a cockslut- and just for us, right?” you nod, keeping his thumb in your mouth until he pulls it back. “jay, lay on your back.”

jay immediately does as sunghoon says, moving into the position as he slips off his boxer.

“now, princess,” sunghoon returns his attention back to you, “want you to sit on top of jay.” you do as he says, moving into the position to have jay under you. you feel sunghoon’s hand grab your hips, ripping down your soaked red panties as you move. he gives you a harsh smack on your ass with his hand, making you cry out his name.

“i knew you had something for asses,” you smirk out of breath, having been told that sunghoon park is an ass guy one thousand times before.

suddenly, there’s a hand wrapped around your neck from behind, a warm presence pressed against your back. you’re instantly aware that it’s sunghoon from his cologne and deep voice. “keep teasing me like this and you won’t be getting any cock, whore.” his lips brush against the cusp of your ear as he speaks, “understand?”

“yes, sir,” you respond weakly to his threat. sunghoon lets go over your throat, leaving you heaving from the surprise force and from how turned on you are.

jay and you both groan when you feel yourself drip onto his cock underneath you, and your juices have nowhere else to fall beside his cock.

“c’mon, baby, need you on my cock now,” jay urges you, grabbing your waist to help lift you onto your knees. you grab hold of his dick, “wait,” he stops you, “no condom?” at the mention of a condom you turn to look at jake and shrug, “no it’s okay.”

“did you guys not use a condom?” jay asks, looking between you and jake, to which you both shake your heads no. you’re oblivious to the cocky smirk on jake’s face at the knowledge that he’s the only one who got to fuck you raw.

you hear a shaky huff from behind you, warm hands meeting your waist again and you know it’s sunghoon, “fuck, just put her on your cock already.”

jay lifts you up again, and you take hold of his girth, sliding it through your juices before you slowly start to sink down onto his hard cock. the stretch feels amazing from how turned on you are from your previous orgasms.

“fuck, baby- you’re so fucking wet.” jay groans out, fingers tightening into your waist as he tries to refrain from bucking up into you. you whimper in response, fighting the urge to grind your clit down onto his pelvis.

“jake, sit by jay’s head, yeah?” sunghoon speaks, pressing kisses into your shoulder blade. jake obeys, laying on an angle so his hips are beside jay’s head. his tan skin on display for you, and his hard cock is dripping with precum.

the sight of his cock makes your mouth water, and before you realize you’re speaking out to him, “jake, i want your dick in my mouth- wanna taste you like I said i did.” jake lets out a groan at your words, his hand covering his mouth as he imagines what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth.

“baby, i want that, too.” jake tells you, his eyes shifting to sunghoon behind him. you feel sunghoon smirk against your skin before he speaks.

“go ahead baby, make them both feel good.”

you lean over jay’s chest, his cock instantly shifting to hit your g spot. jake’s cock was right at your face now, the veins protruding from how long he had been teasing himself.

“stick your tongue out,” jake demanded, hitting his cock on your pink tongue when you did. you could taste drops of his precum, the salty taste making you excited for the rest of it. when he let you finally put your mouth around his tip, your tongue didn’t hesitate to circle it. both of you moaned when your lips covered it, the warmth from your mouth making jake lose his control so quickly.

when jay had figured you were comfortable with jake’s dick in your mouth, he started to thrust his dick up into you. you moan out against jake’s dick, eyes already closing with pleasure.

“keep your eyes open angel, don’t want hoon to punish you, understand?” jake cooed at you, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail with his hand. you continued to suck jake’s dick, taking it slowly farther into your throat.

a sudden slap on your ass made you jerk off of jake’s dick, jay’s pounding into your pussy not stopping- only starting a quick pace.

“jake asked if you understood, y/n.” sunghoon’s voice rang out deep, his hand rubbing the spot he had just spanked.

“i understand, jake.” you look up at jake, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “i’ll keep my eyes open, sir.” you glance back a sunghoon, who leans down and kisses your lower back in response.

you quickly latch yourself onto jake’s dick again, trying your hardest to suck him good as jay continuously pounds into you. jay’s fingers had slid their way between your bodies, rubbing your sensitive clit as his pace didn’t falter.

“fuck, y/n- you gonna cum?- feel how wet you’re getting.” jay struggles through his teeth.

you slip off of jake’s dick, your hands tugging at his balls as you speak, “y-yes, jay. feels so good.”

you continued to jerk jake’s cock, and it glided effortlessly in your palm with all your saliva. “f-fuck, don’t stop angel.” jake moans out, his own eyes struggling to remain open as his climax approaches.

the sounds of jake getting closer to his high made jay fuck into you faster, wanting both of you to cum simultaneously. “fuck, jay- oh my god.”

your breath was becoming ragged from not being able to catch your breath properly; the pleasure was too mind consuming to even think about trying to fix your breathing. you had three beautiful boys around you, all wanting to see you cum. you had jake at the palms of your hands, ready to cum whenever you were.

you could hear sunghoon’s slick hand jerking his cock off behind you. you so badly wanted to turn around and watch him get off at the sight of you pleasuring his friends, but jake kept your neck still as he gripped your hair.

as soon as you felt sunghoon’s fingers touch your clit from behind, you knew you were done for. jay’s groans got louder the tighter you squeezed him. the pleasure was getting to the brink and you could feel yourself tipping over. you wanted jake to cum with you, so you started squeezing his cock tighter, your thumb sliding across the slit.

“fuck, baby!” jay groaned out, his dick was having a hard time fucking into you at this point, your warm walls sucking him in.

“can i cum? p-please can i cum?” you cry out, sunghoon’s fast pace on your sensitive clit throwing you over the edge.

you felt sunghoon’s hands replace jake’s, shoving the side of your face on jay’s upper arm and jake’s thigh, “look at me when you cum.” sunghoon demanded, your eyes struggled to look up at him with his grip, but you came when you heard jake moan your name.

jake’s cock was twitching in your palm throughout the entire time your high took over your body. you cried out all three of their names, struggling to keep your eyes on sunghoon.

you felt jake’s warm cum dribble down your hand as your body was becoming sensitive from all the intrusions. jay’s pace was slowing down as your high was finishing. jake was groaning out your name until he had to push your hand off his cock- too overstimulated from your mouth and hands.

“fuck, you’re such a good girl,” jay complimented, hand running through your hair as sunghoon rubbed your back. you mumble a thank you into his arm, your hand still resting on jake’s thigh.

sunghoon reached over you and scooped up the remnants of jake’s cum off his cock. jake squirmed, still trying to catch his own breath. the three of you were shocked that sunghoon didn’t seem fazed at all to touch jake’s dick. and it only fueled all of your inner fires more. jake bit his lip as he watched sunghoon’s hand filled with his cum lead towards your mouth. without even thinking you opened your mouth, desperate to taste jake’s cum. it was warm and salty on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste around sunghoon’s fingers.

“fuck,” jake groaned out into his bedroom, the sight too much for his sensitive cock to twitch.

you felt jay’s cock stir inside of you, realizing that jay was also turned on at the sight of you slurping jake’s cum off of the co captain’s fingers. you lazily smiled at jake, happy that you could make him feel so good.

“sit up again, princess,” sunghoon cooed, holding onto your shoulder from behind you. “let me see your hand.” sunghoon grabbed the hand you had used to jerk off jake, still covered in his cum, and lead it towards your clit. “use jake’s cum as a lubricant.” you immediately start to rub your clit with jake’s cum. instinctively your hips begin to move back and forth, grinding on jay’s cock.

jay lets out a curse, throwing his head back into jake’s pillows. jay’s cheeks are blushed, sweat is covering his hairline as you continue to fuck him, making more of a mess where your bodies meet by adding jake’s cum.

as you continue, sunghoon reaches around your body, telling you. Jay, and then jake to spit into his hand- he finishes it by adding his spit into the mix. he pushes your body forward, so your entire chest is against jays. your hips stop moving as jay and you feel sunghoon dribble the mixture of spit onto jay’s cock and your pussy. it’s warm and it makes you and jay groan out at the feeling.

with his wet hand, sunghoon jerks off his cock, keeping his other hand on your lower back so you don’t move.

“fuck, that’s so hot.” jake lets out, still in his spot at jay’s head. sunghoon chuckles at jake’s compliment with a shake of his head.

“gotta make sure it’s all wet so i can slide right in,” he explains his action.

you groan at the thought of what is about to happen; both jay and sunghoon’s cocks filling you up as jake watches. you would’ve never thought you’d be in this position, but you are so glad you are.

sunghoon leans forward, harshly spitting right onto where jay’s cock fits into your pussy- almost sliding out at this point.

“jake, rub her clit for her,” sunghoon tells the brown haired boy, and jake jumps at the opportunity. jake’s circles start slow, knowing how sensitive it must be; to which you’re thankful for. you brace yourself for what you’re about to feel, trying to focus on jake’s touch. “you okay, y/n?” sunghoon’s voice is serious as he whispers into your ear.

“yeah, i’m good,” you tell him truthfully, “just don’t know how it’ll feel.”

sunghoon presses a kiss below your ear, not minding the sweat that has collected there, “you’ll know we’ll stop if you tell us to.”

“if it hurts, if you’re uncomfortable or if you just don’t want to do it, tell us.” jay adds from below you, swirling his thumb into circles on your hip.

“we’ll do anything you want- we care about you and want you to feel good, that’s all.” jake finishes for them. you smile gratefully at the three of them, trusting them more than anyone in the moment and tell them to continue.

sunghoon presses one final kiss onto your neck before he places his hand on your lower back again, keeping you against jay, “i’ll go slow, alright princess?” you nod your head against jay’s chest, eyes keeping with jake’s sweet ones.

sunghoon began to push into you slowly, just like he said he would. you could feel the intrusion start and you squeezed your eyes shut, worried about the pain that may come with it.

“breathe, y/n.” jay spoke to you softly, “the more you tighten the more it’ll hurt.” you take deep breaths, feeling yourself relax into jake touch as he begins rubbing soft circles on your clit again, trying to distract you. you reach out your hand and place it on jake’s cheek, unable to speak of the gratefulness you were feeling. jake immediately leans into your touch, quickly kissing your palm before replacing his cheek.

jake and jay were almost able to completely distract you from sunghoon’s cock pushing itself into you- becoming more aware when the hard tip had bulged its way into you.

“holy shit,” you let out, pressing your forehead into jay’s chest.

“are you okay?” jay asked, brushing his hand through your hair.

“yes, keep going, hoon,” you tell sunghoon. he presses a kiss to your shoulder, careful not to move his hips as he leans forward.

though you had been prepped with fingers, a tongue, a dick and lots and lots of cum and spit- the squeeze of sunghoon’s dick was still forceful. you were thankful that there were three of them there to support you because you’re sure you would’ve lost your mind.

when sunghoon had finally, bottom out inside of you, all three of you groaned as jake chuckled to himself at the contemporaneous sound. you cried out when jay had shifted his hips underneath you.

“does it feel good, angel?” jake asked you softly, stopping his motions on your clit for a moment.

you hum as confirmation, “you guys can move- slow though.”

“of course, baby.” jay smiled up at you, nodding at sunghoon over your shoulder.

both of them started to rock their hips back and forth. they started at the same rhythm and pace; slow, deep movements to not hurt you further. the sensation was something you had honestly never felt before. it made you feel weak at the knees as the pleasure started to consume your body. jake didn’t stop rubbing circles into your clit, kissing your arm and neck as the two others fucked into you.

“feel, so full,” you slur out to them, your eyes blinking back the sudden tears that were about to fall from the pleasure taking over your body.

“you feel so good, princess- could fuck you all day like this.” sunghoon groans out, his hands tightening on your hips as jay and him speed up their paces.

the two boys’ thrusts changed paces the more they got into their own rhythms- chasing their own highs. you felt so dirty as the two of them practically used your body to get off. while jay was deep inside of you, sunghoon was pulling out; while sunghoon was reaching your gspot, jay was pulled out and waiting to shove back.

there was constant pressure on your gspot and clit- and you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure. and jake’s room had turned into a room made of wet noises coming from your pussy, dirty praises and moans of each other’s names quickly.

you could feel your orgasm approaching, and your hips started to thrust back and forth, meeting their thrust everytime. their grunts immediately resonated in your ears. the heat between the four of your bodies was consuming as the three of you worked to reach an orgasm.

“oh, fuck!” sunghoon let out suddenly, his own eyes closing, raising one of his hands so he could bite down on his finger to keep quiet.

“fuck, you’re close right, baby?” jay asks out of breath, “you always get so fuckin’ wet when you’re about to cum.”

you hum, nodding your head with your eyes close, you feel jake’s other hand reach your nipples between jays and your bodies, squeezing them and making your back arch into his touch.

a slap on your ass suddenly rang out, making you cry out into jake’s bedroom- the room you had slept over so many times before throughout your childhood. sunghoon was gripping the skin he had just smacked, loving how your ass was turning pink from the spanking he’s given you throughout the hour.

“fuck, do that again, hoon- she squeezes so tight when you do.” jay encourages his friend, needing to feel your warm walls right around him more.

“please, sir,” you whine out to him, “i love it when you- you smack my ass.”

“oh god,” jake shakes his head, not believing what he’s living through right now, “you’re so hot,” he tells everybody that can hear him.

sunghoon lands both of his hands on your ass, gripping the red skin with all of his force, loving the way you squeeze his dick harder and squeal his name.

“i’m gonna cum!” you suddenly cry out, the coil in your stomach snapping so unexpectedly, “pl- please, let me cum, please!”

jay wraps his hand around your throat, blocking some of the oxygen that flows to your head. you love how his hand seems to fit around your neck naturally. your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pressure and attention all over your body becoming too much.

jake’s warm hands cup your cheeks, making your eyes hooded as you look into the warm brown ones you love so much, “keep your eyes open, angel- want you to look at me when you cum- wanna see how good they’re making you feel.”

“oh god jake!” you cry out, if his hands weren’t holding your face up you’d have been face planted into jay’s chest already. “they feel so good- you all make me feel so good.”

“ugh, fuck.” jay is the first to lose it when your walls tighten around them one more time- your orgasm hitting you at the same time as him. you’re both shaking as jay stills inside you, his warm cum spurting inside your walls. sunghoon continues to fuck into you, his cock brushing against jay’s in a way that overstimulates you two so well.

your body rests entirely on jay’s body now, feeling his chest rise up and down quickly as he tries to catch his breath through the overstimulation. you can feel jake pressing and kissing into your sweaty skin, but your focusing on sunghoon’s dick still fucking in and out of you- using your body to get himself to cum.

you hear sunghoon chuckle breathlessly behind you and you manage to turn your head to look at him, “you’re so wet i just keep slipping out.” you feel him shove his cock all the way into you again, not even realizing that he had slipped out due to jay’s cock still stretching you out.

it only took sunghoon a few more thrusts until he’s cumming inside of you, his warm cum covering your walls and jay’s cock- mixing with cum and spit. you hear jay and jake mumbling praises to you over sunghoon’s heavy breathing.

“you’re such a good girl,” jay mumbles.

“did so well for us,” jake pushes your hair back off your sweaty forehead so you could look at him. Through the lust in his eyes, you can see adoration and care.

sunghoon presses more kisses into your back as he slowly pulls out of you. jay follows and pulls out a slow pace. it leaves your pussy feeling open and gapping as their cum trickles out. it’s all over your pussy and thighs as it lands on jake’s bed in a puddle.

“fuck,” sunghoon shakes his head, holding your ass cheeks apart so they could all see the image of their cum dripping out of you. “so fucking hot, princess.” you feel your body squirm as it adjusts to the stretch your pussy just went through.

jake’s room went almost silent as you all caught your breaths. you felt sunghoon shift so he was laying down horizontal at the bottom of the bed on his back.

“are you okay?” jake asks you sweetly, the other boys listening to your answer.

“yeah- i’m really good.” you smile at him from jay’s chest. your eyes travel down jake’s tan body, stopping when you see how red and hard his cock is. instinctively your hand reaches out to grab it, wanting to relieve him.

“no, no,” jake removes your hand, “it’s okay- you just went through a lot and-,”

“but i want your cock in me too, jake.” you pout at him.

jesus christ,” jay groans with a smirk, realizing that the show was not over.

“are you sure, y/n?” jake asks you with all seriousness.

you nod at him, trailing your hand down his abs, “please jake, i need you.”

jay helps you roll onto your back, so your head is where jay’s used to be. jake didn’t waste any time wrapping his hands around your breasts, playing with your hardened and red nipples. he leans down and presses his lips into yours- and they don’t detach when he slips his cock so quickly into you. he bottoms out, perfectly hitting your g spot, making you grip harshly onto his upper arms.

“fuck, you’re so tight, angel,” jake groans as he slowly pounds into you.

“our baby just wants cock so bad, isn’t that right princess?” sunghoon says from beside you suddenly; you didn’t even feel him shift on the bed to lay so close to you.

“fuck,” jake groans out, slipping his head inbetween your shoulder and neck, biting down on the skin there, “she just got even tighter, bro.”

sunghoon smirks at you over jake’s shoulder, knowing you liked it when he called you all of theirs.

you feel jay’s hand slip down and start to play with your clit softly as jake continues gently pounding into you. jake was being delicate with you, knowing that your body would soon give out when the adrenaline stops. jake feels your walls tighten around him again at jay’s movements, causing him to grunt out to you.

“fuck, y/n- i’m gonna cum.”

“do it jake, please- i wanna be filled up with your cum so bad.” you whine to him, your hands trailing from his arms to his neck, pulling his lips onto yours as he cums. his moans are silenced by your lips and his hips are stuttering from his release. you can instantly feel his cum join the rest of the mess between your thighs.

jake pecks your lips once before he wholly pulls away from you, sitting back on his knees and slowly pulling out of you to see his cum dribbling out of you, landing on his bed, his cock and all over your swollen lips.

“fuck,” someone groans at the sight, your eyes were slowly starting to close so you couldn’t see who it was but you’d guess sunghoon from the deepness.

you still had an ache in your core from jake and jay slowly getting you off. you aren’t sure who pulled your legs open first, because when you opened your eyes all three boys were gathered there, keeping your thighs for closing.

“we need to clean up our mess now, princess.” sunghoon told you with a smirk, making your clit pound abruptly.

your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head when sunghoon delved into your pussy, his tongue lapping up the cum that trailed its way through your slit.

then, jake was sucking your juices that had fallen to your thighs, making obscure slurping noises as he pecked, licked and bite the sensitive skin of your thighs.

jay kept one of his hands on your thighs, pushing it back against the bed; giving enough room to jake and sunghoon, and he latched his mouth onto your nipple.

you instantly cried out, your moan mixed with a curse as the pleasure was amped up again. you fought the urge to shut your eyes, wanting to see the scene portrayed between your legs.

“want you to be a good girl for us and cum one more time,” jay mumbled, sucking your nipple into his mouth before he continued again, “think you can do that?”

“y-yes, please- wanna be a good girl.”

“fuck- you really taste so sweet princess.” sunghoon moans into your pussy.

“shit, let me taste some, hoon.” jake groans, staring right at your pussy as sunghoon inches to the side, keeping his tongue on your folds as jake delved in. jake sucked your clit into his mouth, slurping it and filling his bedroom with more sinful noises for the night.

jay’s fingers played with your nipples as he pressed his lips into your briefly- they tasted sweet and were slightly chapped from the activities you’ve been doing. you cry out into his mouth when you feel fingers slip inside you. you look down at your legs; sunghoons mouth is over your clit now, nipping onto the sensitive bud as jake has slipped three of his fingers inside of you and were fucking into your gspot at full force.

your entire body was being shoved up the bed from how hard jake was fucking his fingers into you.

“fuck,” jay groans out at the sight, keeping one of his hands on your nipples as he delves down and meets his lips with your pussy.

all three men where in between your legs, moaning into your skin as they tasted you and fucked you. none of the boys seemed to mind that their tongues were touching each other’s or their fingers, which made the coil in your stomach start to burst again.

“g-gonna cum,” you manage to get out to them.

you hear jake chuckle, “i know, baby- you always start to cream before you cum- can feel it on my fingers.”

“be a good girl and cum for us.” jay lets out, his lips mumbling against your pussy.

“wanna taste how sweet you are, princess.” sunghoon speaks, his hand reaching out to interlock with yours for support.

“you can do it, angel.” jake encourages you to let lose.

your eyes remained wide as you came, knowing that they all liked it when you kept eye contact with them when you reach your high. all of them slowed down at the same time, jake slowly pulling his fingers out of you- sunghoon grabbed jake’s hand to bring it to his lips. you let out a whimper when you see sunghoon groan against jake’s fingers- sucking all of your cum off of his friend’s digits.

jay was the first one to stand off the bed- leaving the room and heading to the bathroom. you could hear the tap running from down the hall since he kept the door open.

sunghoon was next to stand, wanting to gather everyone’s proper clothes. and jake followed him, standing to approach you, laying down beside you, pulling your head onto his chest and moving your sweaty hair off your face.

“you good, y/n?” he asks for the millionth time tonight, making you smile every time. jake will always care about you- always put your well being first. you’ve been friends for years and have always taken care of each other- even if it was from afar.

jay returns with a wet cloth, “spread your legs again for me, baby.” you do, with help from jake and jay, and the wet cloth meets your starting-to-get-sore pussy as jay cleans up the mess that you all have made. when he figures that he’s done a good enough job he passes it to sunghoon for him to clean himself off.

jake had stood up while jay was cleaning you, mumbling something about getting a clean fresh of sheets since you had apparently ruined them.

your eyes had started to close when jay was cleaning you- the warm cloth lulling you to sleep. your mind and body was so tired that you could care less when you felt someone lift you out of bed and take you on a short walk somewhere.

when you were halted, you could immediately tell that you were with sunghoon- his oaky musky smell that you loved so much was taking over your senses before you even realized it. you passed out in his arms entirely as he sat in the same chair he did in the beginning of the night as jake and jay changed the sheets and blankets.

you aren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you wake up you’re in jake’s bed; jake is lying on your right, sunghoon on your left and jay is laying his head on your chest- his body in the middle of yours and sunghoon’s bodies. you’re thankful that you have clothes on- the shirt you have on definitely belongs to jake.

“hi,” the shirt’s owner says when he sees your eyes fluttering open.

“hi,” your voice is hoarse when you speak, making Jake pout in concern.

‘how’re you feeling?” sunghoon asks from the other side of you.

“tired.”

“sore?” jake asks you, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.

“not yet.”

the four of you fall back into a comfortable silence. your hand is trailing in jay’s hair. jake’s breathing is slowly falling into a steady pace in your ear and sunghoon keeps playfully biting your shoulder. it feels so right to be with the three of them again- that the four of you being together makes it complete. you think that if just one of you wasn’t here right now, the feeling would be off- you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now.

you think back to freshman year when you had first hung out with them. how it fell into a naturally comfortable pace quickly after meeting each other. you compare it to how it feels to be with them now; how there’s no secret worries of judgment or insecurities– well, almost none.

“so y/n, do you know who won the bet?” jay asks sleepily- you thought he fell asleep way before you woke up.

you let out a sigh at the topic you had almost forgotten about. the topic that you had wanted to forget about. “no- this thing we just did, didn’t help me at all.”

you hear Jake sigh at your answer, his face not moving from the crook of your neck. sunghoon’s hand grabbed a hold onto yours like before, interlocking it over top your chest.

“it really only confirmed what i’ve been thinking this entire time.” you continue on.

“what do you mean, princess?” sunghoon asks, hand squeezing your own.

you let out a great sigh, trying to prepare yourself to speak something you had only ever thought before- something that you’ve been trying to sink down into the pits of your mind and never think of again. but after all this- it’d be hard to continue.

at your sigh and hesitation, jay turns his head from laying on your stomach sideways to looking at your face. you can tell that he’s exhausted, but he’s giving you his full attention. “this entire time, i’ve been thinking how wrong it was for me to have sex with the three of you in such a short time. how I can’t want all of you all of the time- but, i do. and i don’t think i could continue to live without all of you.”

“what’re you saying, y/n?” jay asks, confused, glancing at his friends on either side of your shoulders.

jake plants a kiss on your shoulder for support, seeing you struggle to get your words out, “that i want to be with all of you- that you’re all winners because i love all of you, equally.”

sunghoon’s the first one to grab your face, meshing your lips together to kiss him messily, “oh god, y/n.”

jay sits up better between yours and sunghoon’s bodies, taking your hand in his hair and pecking it over and over, “we love you, too.”

jake speaks in your ear next, “you’re all we’ve ever wanted.”

“really, guys?” you ask them, happiness building up in your chest.

“yes, really.” jake rolls his eyes, his hand landing on your head to mess up your hair. “like jay said- we love you.”

“we always have, y/n.” sunghoon says with a smile, a light in his eyes that you have never seen before and it surprises you.

all this time you thought they would have judged you for falling in love with more than one of them. get frustrated with you for not picking only one of them to date. but it just felt so right to be with all of them. they all gave you something that no one else ever could.

“plus, i guess i love hoon and jake, too.” jay mumbles, suddenly avoiding all of your eyes.

“aww,” jake lets out a teasing tone, “we love you too, jay! right, hoon?”

the three of you turn to look at sunghoon who is obviously trying to avoid smiling, but the twinge of pink growing on his cheeks gives his true thoughts away, “yeah, whatever.”

all of you laugh and settle back into your previous positions; the boys lie with you, surrounding you peacefully. your hand falls into jay’s hair naturally, loving how soft it always felt between your fingers. sunghoon’s oaky smell taking over your senses and lulling you to sleep with jake’s steady breathing.

“but, i do think there should be some sort of winner to our bet,” jay explains suddenly, his voice muffled as he keeps his face meshed against your stomach.

“how?” sunghoon asks curiously.

“like,” jay ponders for a second, “who fucked her the best.” the hand in his hair slaps his head. “hey!”

“well, that’s not fair because you’ve both fucked her more than once when i haven’t.” sunghoon complains.

you sigh and settle into the pillow underneath your head, “there’s plenty of time for more rounds, hoon- just, not tonight.”

your eyes shut so you miss the way sunghoon genuinely smiles at your character, “of course, princess.”

“so,” jake lets out after a moment of silence, stirring you all from sleep again, “bet part two?”

You groan as jay and sunghoon stifle their laughs, not wanting to piss you off more, especially since you were so sleep deprived.

but, the three of them shared a look that told each other that bet part two was so on.

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stay safe everyone :)

#enhypen #enhypen smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #jake smut #heeseung smut #hard hours #jake #sunghoon #jay

[lesbianlores]

Riri Links

Contains: Porn links (All of them are twitter except for one), pussy eating, tribbing, strap slinger Riri, just FILTH.

Parings: Riri x fem reader

A/N: I saw someone do this and i just HAD to do my lil one two 😝

18+ below this cut ‼️

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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 It’s 1pm in the afternoon, waking up mad late next to your girlfriend after a long night of intense sex. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, you admired her in awe but as your gaze went lower and lower on her naked body you became hot and bothered. You rubbing those thick thighs together for stimulation eventually woke her up.

“You ight?” she asked, that sexy ass raspy voice she wakes up with making your cunt leak even more.

“You makin’ me needy, looking so good right now. Lemme just get one nut in before we start our day, you don’t even gotta do the work.” You begged, pressing your nude body against hers.

“Ight mama, use me and make that pussy cum.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You’ve been indecisive on what details you want on your nails because of the high prices, Riri being the lovely girlfriend she is sent you 200 dollars so you could get whatever you want, the only thing she asked in return was for you to send a picture of them so she could see. Taking advantage of the distance from her in Wakanda and you in America you sent a little something else.

“My nails r finally done baby 😍!”

“Oh yeah? lemme see em.”

Attachment: 1 video

“Here you go ☺️”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 After a long day of annoying teachers, hours of not seeing each other, days of not touching each other, you and Riri finally has an entire day to yourselves. The two of your went out on a cute date and as soon as y’all walked through the front door of your shared dorm, she grabbed you aggressively completely abandoning her bag on the floor and threw you on the bed.

“Take that shit off.” She said leaving to grab her strap, not even waiting a second after you took those clothes off to turn you over and shove it in. She already knew how wet you were, had you screaming how much you missed her.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You had an attitude with Riri all day, giving her silent treatment after finding out a girl was flirting with her through her dms. She explained to you several times that she didn’t entertain it and you knew that, I mean you saw the messages yourself. She repeatedly told the girl she was happily with you then blocked her when she didn’t want to give it up, truth is you’re not actually mad at her. You’re just provoking her to punish you, to fold your legs to your chest and thrust her strap deep inside. Her telling you to “Shut up.” since you want to give silent treatment it better stay that way when she dick you down.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Riri had been rocking the same old ass cornrows for a little over a month and you’re tired of looking at it, you’ve asked her when she plans to get her hair done and she says she cannot find a style she wants.

“What about these? These are cute!” You said pointing at the style shining from the screen of your phone.

“That look like it take too long, ion like sittin in a dirty ass chair for hours.” She said irritated at the thought.

“Riri,” You said sternly staring at her as she stared back nonchalantly “How about I do them for you huh? I’m so sick of looking at them old ass cornrows at the top of your head.”

“Ight bet, i’ll pay you afterwards.” Fast forward two hours of Riri getting mad at you for HER tender head and several breaks later you’re finally done with her head.

“Pay up sista.” You said holding out your hand for what you expected was money but suddenly Ri pulled you by the legs taking off your bottoms. You looked at her simultaneously shocked and confused, Riri just smiled and said-

“What? You thought I was paying with money?” as she laughed.

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A/N: Even though I don’t like this it’s been in my drafts for so long and i’m tired of looking at it so here y’all go, hope you enjoyed it. 😭

#riri black panther #riri williams imagine #riri smut #riri wiliams x reader #riri x reader #riri williams smut #riri williams #riri x f!reader

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: Bug’s self esteem and Bucky’s thoughts on her body

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized fem reader)  CW: Struggles with physical self esteem (younger Bug), talks about comparing bodies and societal beauty standards, past fat phobia and bullying, language, references to sex, oral sex and fooling around, switches from 3rd person to 2nd person POV at the sex part. 

By the time we meet Bug as an adult we aren’t going to see a lot of physical self-esteem issues, in fact she carries herself with a lot of confidence. She wears whatever the fuck she wants, styles her hair and makeup however she wants, and carries the mindset of “I don’t owe it to anyone to be pretty or palatable.” This is because in her 20s she’s really started to unpack how much bullshit comes with a. existing as a woman in society and b. existing as a plus size woman in society. So if she doesn’t want to shave her legs she’s not going to, but you bet your ass she’ll still be in shorts if it’s hot, humans have body hair get the fuck over it. 

I’d say this turning point for her really came around the time that Bucky got arrested for kicking the shit out of her ex (as referenced here). It had been devastating at the time, and even though Bucky swore up and down he’d happily do it again consequences be damned, she realized someone she cared about who clearly cared way more about her than said shit head ex was being inconvenienced for something at the end of the day didn’t really matter all that much. Like who was her ex to even say that? And why would she care about some loser’s opinion? 

That was not the case when they were growing up, however. If we were to purely just focus on younger Bug we’d see a lot more insecurity born from her experiences with bullies and the fact that the token actresses chosen to play the “fat friend” in movies and TV were still significantly smaller than her. It also didn’t help that Bucky’s on again off again girlfriend throughout high school was tiny so she’d look at her as the gold standard for what Bucky must want and spend tearful nights comparing her thigh size to her, her waist size, etc. 

That, that attention to Bucky’s “type,” comes into play later on because as discussed , Bucky ends up sleeping around a lot. Which ends up revealing that Bug is in fact not the exception- we’re not going to see that trope of “would you date a plus size girl?” “Of course, it’s what’s inside that counts.” Bucky isn’t looking past Bug’s appearance to date her.  Because yes of course what’s inside matters but Bucky wasn’t sleeping around based on personality, and his choice of partners revealed that he has an appreciation for all different bodies. So does he find Bug beautiful on the inside? Absolutely. Does he also just find her incredibly fucking hot? Full send. And if he suddenly finds himself sleeping with more people that bare a resemblance to her leading up to him realizing his feelings surely that’s just a coincidence...

Speaking of sex; Bucky will dick you down six ways to Sunday and talk about how incredibly sexy your body is the entire time, how receptive it is, how welcoming. Bucky already found you desirable but that desire only increases in intensity the more he spends getting to know you and your body. He wants your plush thighs wrapped around his head, wants the full weight of you on him as you sit on his dick, wants to lick every single stretch mark, bite and mark the dimpled skin of your ass, press wet open mouthed kisses to the ample swell of your stomach, he wants to worship you. 

TLDR:

Bug is the type to say “If I’m too heavy to lift you better work out.”

and Bucky is the type to be in the gym because he needs to drag you down the bed, throw you across the room, fuck you up against the wall...

#this could've been longer #we didn't even get into the fact that bucky is actually the one with self esteem issues #at least more prominent ones #bucky and bug #hwita #biker!bucky smut #smut adjacent #biker!bucky #bucky barnes x reader

[kookwashere]

No Hard Feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You, the girl everyone wants to be, the girl that every guy wants, the good girl, falls in love with cold, handsome, bad boy Jungkook, you know it's wrong, and one day, you make a bet to Jungkook that you can make him fall in love with you in 4 days.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (tiny weeny bit) smut, language, mentions of violence and death (death not with OC's) Jungkook smokes, Jungkook can kinda be a dickhead at some times (now onto the dirty part 😋) jungkook is rough, oral (f receiving) doggy, some pus-pus slaps and some booty slaps, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) OC'S are both seniors in high school but both 18, enjoy 💕

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You were getting ready in the mirror to go to a normal friday night high school party, you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup on, wearing a black dress with your hair down.

"____, you ready?" Karly asked while grabbing her purse. "Just finishing my lips, almost done." You said not looking away from the mirror. "Okay, well hurry up, don't wanna be late!" She said while walking out the door.

You finished and grabbed your purse, getting into the car, driving to drunk teenagers, the smell of sex and drugs, and stupid activities. You and Karly finally arrived, music was blasting through-out the house, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils almost instantly, but what caught your attention the most, was him.

Him...Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, who skips classes, smokes inside the bathrooms, and fucks around with girls to end up breaking their hearts. You gulped when you saw him in his leather jacket with black skinny jeans and black boots, his right arm tatted all the way up, from his shoulder to his long fingers you wanted in you so badly.

"Girl, you okay?" Karly asked while putting her end on your shoulder. "Yeah, im fine." You said looking away while smiling at her "Come on, let's get a drink." She said while grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowd.

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Fuck, by this point you lost your mind, the room was spinning, what's your name again? Whatever.

The taste of alcohol still running in your mouth, your feet and legs felt wobbly, like you were going to fall any moment, Karly probably left real quick to see her boyfriend, so here you are, in the crowd alone.

You walked trying to find any place to sit down, your hand on your head, bouncing from wall to wall, until what you bounced on suddenly didn't feel like a wall, it felt firm, warm, and it smelled like fresh cologne, the best kind.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect, well, not so perfect right now..." You froze hearing that voice, fuck. It couldn't be...right? You looked up and saw him, oh no.

"Woah, you look fucked, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked holding onto your arms to keep you in place from falling. You put your fingers up counting, and you put 10 fingers up atleast twice. "M-maybe like *hic* 3 or something." You said while licking your lips. "You definitely had way more than 3, where's your friend?" He asked looking around. "I-I have no i-idea *hic*" You felt weightless and leaned into his chest, seeking the closest thing to comfort.

"We need to get you home before you strip on the table, let's go." He said looking at you, observing your drunk state. As soon as you tried to walk, bam. You fell. He sighed and picked you up bridal style, taking you into his car. "____, I need your help. You have to try and tell me where you live so I can take you home." He said after buckling you in the passenger seat. "Uhhhhh, some apartment right by the small convenience store." You said eyes closed. He sighed taking his head in his hands. "This might take awhile." He said while starting the engine.

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"Ok, up the stairs we go, one foot at a time." He said while trying to help you up, finally reaching the door. "____, give me your keys." He had his hand out, waiting. You rummaged through your purse trying to find that thing. "H-here" You put the key in his hand so he could unlock the door. "Lets get you to bed." He said still holding you. He plopped you down on your soft bed, laying you down on your back.

"I guess I need to wipe your makeup off..." He mumbled under his breath, he found a makeup wipe in your bathroom, ever so gently wiping your makeup off, and softly taking your heels off.

He stared at you for a few seconds, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight, pretty." He whispered before turning the lights off and locking your front door.

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You don't even remember what happened. You woke up with the biggest fucking headache and groaned, trying to sit up.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your makeup has been taken off, and your heels placed beside your bed. Did Karly take you home last night?

Your phone was vibrating by your bed, messages spamming in from Karly.

KarlyFry: omg im so sorry, are you ok?? did u make it home safely???

Me: hey, im home, just woke up, do u remember what happened last night? you gave me to many drinks lol

KarlyFry: not really, i just remember a few things, making out with andrew lol, i remember seeing jungkook carry you out the door too which was crazy, i couldn't do anything about it tho, im sorry girl

Me: ?? jungkook? huh? what? jungkook was the one that took me home?

KarlyFry: ya i guess so, what a gentleman huh ;)

You blushed and smiled at your phone, biting your lip.

Me: Karly i gotta go, make sure to take ur hangover meds, love you

You put your phone down and kicked around on your bed, all giddy and happy. You just had to wait until monday to see him again.

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Monday came around, it was bright and early in the morning and Karly was picking you up for school, you still can't drive, both you and your other friend Namjoon suck at driving, but you aren't called the "God of destruction" Like he is.

"It's cold, huh?" Karly said while turning the heating on in her car. "It's fucking freezing." You said bundled in your jacket. "Lets go, I want to get to class early." You told her while buckling your belt.

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"Fuck, it's so cold in this room..." You tried to huddle up in your chair, your fingers feeling like they would get frostbite. All of a sudden, Jungkook came in and sat down on his assigned seat next to you.

You stared at him, thinking about what he did last night. "Jungkook." You said, trying to catch his attention. He just ignored you and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Jungkook, I am talking to you!" You said a bit more louder. "Fuck, what?" He said sighing. "I was just wondering if it was you that brought me home last night..." You said the last part a bit more quiet. "Mmm, nope." he said while popping the P. "Oh come on Jungkook, I know it was you." You said raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"Oh really? How do you know?" He said challenged. "I smelt like your cologne, you know, your cologne has a very specific smell, like, I don't know how to describe it." You said shrugging. "Okay...it's kind of weird how you know that." He said awkwardly. "I literally sit next to you everyday Jungkook." You said obviously.

"And that's not even the point, the point is I know that it was you." You exclaimed. He turned to face you fully. "Okay, so what if it was me? You were fucked up and could barely walk, I couldn't just leave you there." He scoffed. "Hmm, maybe you have a little crush on me huh?" You smirked a bit.

"A crush? Really ____? Crushes are for like- middle school girls and boys, I don't do that shit no more, and no I don't." He said. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, apparently a lot of boys here want me." You were teasing him a bit, seeing if it did something. "Well, not me." He turned away from you again. "You know, I bet I could make you love me in 4 days." You said in another teasing tone, but you were dead serious.

He looked at you challenged once again. "You have me...what's the catch?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "There is no catch, it's just exactly what I said." You smiled.

"Do I get something if I fall in love with you or something? Love is for losers." He said. "Uhh, you get an amazing experience with me, and also love is a unique feeling and it isn't for losers, you just think that because you've never experienced it." You exclaimed.

"Okay, fine. 4 days. If you don't do it, i'll tell everyone about your little secret." He whispered the last part in your ear. "Bye, pretty." He said and got up to smoke outside.

What did I just do?

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Day 1

"Jungkook, look- I made lunch for you today." You said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He said staring at it. "It's kimchi fried rice you idiot, try it." You said pushing the food towards him. He got some, cautiously putting it in his mouth.

"So, how is it?" You asked. "Wow...this is...surprisingly good." He said and took more bites. "Yeah, I know." You said flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

"You are a great cook, ____." He said smiling a bit. "Oh- is that a smile I see, Jungkook?" You teased. "No, my teeth hurt, that's it." He said sarcastically. "Whatever." You mumbled.

"Hey, ____? Thank you for the food."

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"How the fuck do you cook this without it burning?" He said frustrated. "Jungkook, calm down, here." You came behind him and guided his hands, teaching him how to cook. "Like this, see? Very gently, and while stiring pour in the sugar, very simple." You said softly, knowing he was actually frustrated.

His breathing was going quicker, and you noticed.

"Okay, thank you." He mumbled. "I'm going to take a smoke, wanna come?" He turned to face you. "Sure, just let me wash my hands." You said while turning the faucet on, he nodded and went outside, a couple minutes later you met him out.

You saw him leaning against the wall, inhaling the smoke while closing his eyes, blowing it out. "You know, I see why every guy wants you." He says while puffing out more smoke. "What do you mean?" You say watching him. "Your just like, girlfriend material, but what do I know about that right? Apparently all i've done is fucked around." He sadly chuckles. "You have done some shitty things, Jungkook- But you can still change." You said softly.

"Yeah, thanks ____." He smiled.

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Day 3

"____." His soft but manly voice reached your eyes, catching your attention. "Hm?" You said still focusing on your homework. "Will you help me with this math? This shit is so stupid." He groaned. "You get mad to easily." You giggled and sat beside him. "So you move this number over the 1, then divide that by the number under it." You explained, but he wasn't listening, what caught his attention was the little details on your face, taking it in, memorizing everything.

"Jungkook? Did you hear me?" You asked snapping your fingers. "Huh? What?" He snapped out of it. "I said what does it equal too." You asked pointing at the paper. "O-oh, uhm- 2" He said still trying to get out of the trance. "That's right, good job Jungkook." You smiled at him again. "Math is very hard for me too bec-" You started talking. "You're beautiful." He cut you off.

"I'm what?" You asked shocked. "I said you're beautiful." He said smiling softly. "O-oh, thank you." You shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Jungkook." You whispered back, smiling.

"No hard feelings right?" He asked looking in your eyes.

"No, no hard feelings." You smiled.

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Day 4

"Jungkook, why are you shaking so much?" You put your hand on his to calm him down. "I've just never actually been on a real date before, like a real one." He said kind of embarrassed. You giggled quietly, thinking it was cute.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows. "Nothing, nothing, it's just kind of cute." You bit your bottom lip to contain your smile. He rolled his eyes, looking away, trying not to show he was smiling.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic blanket, some other couples were there but it only felt like you and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, did you do this all yourself?" You asked while looking around, seeing the food and candles. He nodded smiling. "How romantic." You teased.

You both were eating, sharing stories, talking about each other, he smoked a bit and you looked up at the stars, until he turned his attention to you, and layed on his back, right next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So many stars, so many specks in the sky, it's a beautiful galaxy we live in." You whispered. "Yeah...it is beautiful." He whispered looking up at the sky, until he looked at you, and you looked at him.

"I think...I think you won your part of the bet." He said looking in your eyes. "I think im in love with you, you are an amazing, beautiful person, there's no wonder why every guy wants you, I did want you, I wanted you so bad." He said "I want to be there no matter that happens, no matter what comes our way, as long as it's with you, you feel like my home, my life, my heart." He was serious, oh my- "Jungkook..." You said smiling, turning on your side to put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too, silly. I was getting worried I wasn't doing enough to make you love me." You said laughing. "____, will you be my girl?" He asked holding your face. "Yes, I will Jungkook." You said, face flushed.

••••••••••••••••• "Well, thank you for the date." You whispered, body close to his. He didn't say anything, just looking at your face. "Please let me kiss you." He whispered. You nodded, automatically saying yes. He put both hands on your waist, and leaned in, with your hands around his neck.

Your lips met his, they were so soft, so pink, so kissable. The kiss got more intense when he tilted his head to the side to get better access.

He pulled out, being short of breath. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You asked him softly. "I thought you would never ask." He came in for another kiss, pushing you inside your apartment and slamming the door with his foot.

He kissed you all the way to your room, sitting on your bed and pulling you on his lap. Makeout still happening, tongues touching, spit connecting your lips. "I love your lips, I could kiss them all day." He groaned out.

You smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, touching his abs while kissing him. He slid your shirt off too, seeing your pink lacy bra. "You are so beautiful." He whispered and stared at your body. "Will you let me eat you out, lick your pussy so that you come all over my face and tongue?" He asked while slapping your ass.

"Fuck, yes, yes Jungkook." You said while sliding off your pants and panties. He slowly leaned forward, his hair tickling between your thighs, he gave your clit a gentle kiss, and give it kitten licks, he slowly dragged his tongue up and down your slit, progressively going faster. He closed his eyes as he got comfortable between your legs.

"Mhmm, yes Kookie..." You moaned out. "Kookie? Thats new." He smiled sexily. "Shut up and get back to work." You groaned, and he slapped your pussy, once, twice, thrice. "I'm the boss here, not you." He said growling. "Spread those pretty legs so I can finish eating your pretty cunt."

You listened, and moaned when he ate you out roughly, until you came all over his face and mouth.

"That was perfect." You smiled up at him. "Yeah? Will you let me fuck your tight cunt now?" He said licking his lips. "Yes, Kookie, please." You said gripping the sheets. "Fuck, face on pillow and on your knees. Now." He demanded once again.

You listened immediately, your cunt dripping, waiting for him to fill you up. He spread your ass so he can get a better look at you. "Such a pretty, pretty baby." He muttered. "I'm gonna slide in now, okay baby?" He asked, holding his cock, sliding the tip up and down your cunt, waiting for your response.

You nodded and gripped the sheets when he slid in, you both moaned loud, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Mmm, feels so good." He groaned. He moved his hips back and fourth, ripples on your ass every time his hips made contact with it, balls hitting your cunt.

"J-Jungkook-" You moaned. "I know, I know baby." He said growling out. He slapped your ass again "Such a beautiful girl, my pretty girl likes this huh?" He asked and gave you another slap. "Yes Jungkook, I love it so much!" Your voice muffled by the pillow.

"You close baby, I need to come soon." He said and started thrusting harder. "I-I need to come now-" You moaned out "Hold on baby, hold on." He said grabbing your hips harder, "Come on baby, throw it back on me, FUCK." He growled. Your legs shook as your orgasm him, you lost your vision and your body went numb to pleasure, you forgot who you were.

Jungkook looked so erotic when he came, his back arched, his head thrown back, jaw slacked and eyes closed with furrowed eyebrows, he moaned loudly when he came inside you.

He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, damp hair stuck to his forehead. "I really meant it when I said I love you, you are my whole world now, I won't let anything happen to you." He said still out of breath. You nodded, unable to speak but still smiled, seaking comfort by snuggling on his chest, under the light duvet.

"No hard feelings?" He still managed to ask

"No Jungkook, no hard feelings." You whispered, closing your eyes, drifting off in a wonderful dream, called him.

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[v3nusxsky]

Have you heard the audio of Gwendoline saying “I like when you talk like that. It makes me want to destroy you.” ?

If possible could we get a Larissa x reader featuring this delicious quote? (I’m so gay for her)

If not feel no pressure to write it :) i <3 ur work sm

Talk dirty to me 18+

*Authors note ~ don't we all love this quote? And I'm so in love with this idea so I'm glad I had the opportunity to write it*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dirty talk, dom l sub r toys oral fingering binding humiliation if you squint

Prompt~see ask^^^

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tumblr anon~ Hello :) i love your work!! I have a larissa x reader request, it's nothing specific, just that reader can cum just by eating larissa out or the other way around, whatever is more comfortable with you Have a great day!

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You'd been teasing Larissa all morning, you love your wife and with her looking so beautiful all the damn time made it hard to focus on your job. Luckily, you were just Nevermore's librarian which meant you were able to be on your phone more often than your wife. Most of the time you could be found curled up with a book, your ability of being a seer was particularly useful but incredibly stressful, you always found comfort in the stories the books provide.

Your phone vibrated next to you and you couldn't help the smirk that took hold of your lips. "I like when you talk like that. Makes me want to destroy you. Mommy is gonna make sure her dirty girl won't be able to do anything but plead with me to stop" holy fuck she was going to kill you. You quickly sent off another flirty message goading her into what was looking to be an enjoyable evening for you both.

You were getting to your favourite part of your book when you saw Larissa seemingly swapping and changing her course of action, seemingly that she wanted to keep you guessing, a small sigh left you, you're wife knew just how to get around your ability but you knew whatever's happened next you were safe.

"Hey you" Larissa murmured gaining your attention and a beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks. "Hi baby" you murmured marking your page and closing the book. A sweet kiss was shared as Larissa brought her hands to your hips to tug you closer to her body. "God I've missed you all day and those texts, you know you can't leave me all needy for the rest of the day right?" She murmured kissing your neck, sucking the pulse point into her ruby red lips. "Mmm Ris, room?" You murmured happily leaning into the older woman. "We may, but only if you say my name" she teased her hands now moving to palm your breasts through the clothing there. "Ris?" A nip to your collarbone indicated the wrong answer was given. "Mommy" you whined causing the shapeshifter to scoop you up bridal style and carry you to the bedroom.

It was rare you and your wife snuck off during work hours but when you did there was always a good reason and you were never found out. And even if you were, your wife is the boss so what would anyone be able to do? Nothing was the simple answer. You were immediately placed on the centre of the bed as your clothing began to be torn off your body. Your hands began pawing at your wife's clothing in a blind need to feel her soft silky skin.

You lay bare in front of your wife while she remained in her underwear happily laying kisses all over you. "Mommy" you whined squirming underneath her as teased you, spewing dirty words and thoughts of all the things she could be doing to destroy her princess. "Mommy has a good mind to go find her box of toys and pull out mommy's favourite one and then devour you till you're begging me to stop. Bet your whorish cunt would squirt all over the sheets just for mommy" she purred before doing exactly that.

After securing what she truly wanted she headed back to the bed and immediately began to bind your arms and legs to the bed frame. "Colour?" She murmured as you tested the bonds. "Green" you whimpered watching your wife now inserting her favourite dildo that would vibrate to stimulate her clit while letting her feel full. "Oh god so hot" you whimpered watching her set the pattern she wanted before throwing the phone else where. At least you wouldn't have to worry about finding a remote later.

The moment her mouth latched onto your clit you swore you were in heaven. Larissa knew just how much you enjoyed her mouth's attention, so any time she could she would put her mouth to work for your own pleasure. She knew that you could cum with just this simple act and that your orgasms were more intense this way. You always tasted delicious and she would happily lap up your slick and live between your beautiful thighs. Hell, Larissa never wanted to leave from her position.

You lost count how many times she threw you over the edge with her skilled tongue, all you could do is whine and mewl for her. A string of "fuck" "god" and "mommy" was looped around in between moans. You could feel the older woman's grin against your sensitive folds. "Mommy no more" you panted struggling against the restraints, "oh god mommy I'm gonna pee" you whined. Only then were you given your wife's long slender fingers into your tight fluttering walls. "Pretty baby you won't pee I promise, trust me baby, let go for mommy" she murmured not even bothering to wipe her chin free of your arousal.

You did just that, the sensations overwhelming you as white hot pleasure cursed through your veins. You squirted for the blonde, drenching the sheets before passing out. A first for you but Larissa helped your body back from the unimaginable high, then she undid the restraints to come and hold your sweat soaked body to hers. "You did so so good for me, so proud princess" she murmured stroking your cheek watching as you began to rouse again, "so good for me princess, mommys so proud of you." "What happened " you mumbled seemingly out of it. "You squirted baby then knocked out for a little, it's okay you're safe and I'm gonna look after you princess" she murmured kissing your head, "mommy you didn't?" "Oh you poor princess, mommy came dont you worry, how about a bath?" To which you nodded and allowed Larissa to run it and carry you into the warm water.

Word count~ 1131

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[sparklegemstone]

Loki at Paley Fest 2024

It was incredible! I'm so happy I got the opportunity to attend, and it uplifted my spirits so much. I really hope Paley makes the panel available for everyone to watch at some point because the questions and discussion were pithy, thoughtful, and engaging. Just a stellar panel. If it doesn't become publicly available, I'll try to circle back to post more detail of what was discussed.

Hiddleston was absolutely firing on all cylinders being his eloquent self going on long explorations of themes and the human condition. I think the most memorable was when he was exploring the relationship of Loki's line "Satisfaction is not in my nature" from a previous film to the events of the Loki series and whether that was relevant or not relevant to where the character arrived at in the series.

First of all, kudos to the host of the panel (also writer of a MCU timeline book) that came with receipts and Loki and Hiddleston quotes from over a decade ago that he used to ask really interesting questions that explored Loki's journey and highlighted the beautiful ways Hiddleston has thought about playing the role over years. He just did an excellent, excellent job, and is the one that brough up the "satisfaction is not in my nature" quote to prompt discussion.

And let's be honest, I think a lot of panelists, whose job is to sound engaging and fill up panel time, when asked to explore the relationship of that "not satisfied" quote to the most recent content they filmed, would just turn on their "I'm in English class" brain and run with the prompt and improvise some ideas of how the theme of not being satisfied is shown in the series. But rather than just running with and affirming the prompt, Hiddleston actually thought about it sincerely and turned it around answering in the negative, that he wasn't sure if that still applied in the series. So instead of just running with the prompt, he cared enough about the art to give it the most truthful answer he could. I saw that aspect of how he approaches discussion when I met him in person at a comic con a number of years ago as well, that interest in exploring something sincerely rather than doing the easier thing of just running with whatever is expedient, and I love that about him.

And then Wilson displayed great comedic sense and flow of the discussion by capping off Hiddleston's eloquent discussion by doing a sharp right turn into the absurd, pivoting into how "would my dog have any meaning in his life if he was satisfied and had everything he wanted and wasn't constantly eager for his next meal". That got a huge laugh from everyone.

Some other anecdotes from the event:

For the arc of the series, it was described as season 1 being about Loki learning to love himself and season 2 was about learning to accept connections and let the love of others in.

Hiddleston's wardrobe was lovely -- all black and dark grey, with bright red tread on the bottom of his shoes for which sitting at a panel with your legs crossed is the perfectly opportunity to show off that pop of color.

I was also digging Aaron Moorhead's style with a grey top half and orange pants and shoes with blue socks. Love this trend of men making bold color choices in their wardrobe.

Hiddleston was, unsurprisingly, very engaged with the whole discussion and it was fun to watch his reactions when other people spoke. The host asked the writers/directors if they'd created S2 with it in mind of it being Loki's last appearance or whether we might see more of Loki in the future. Wilson playfully said "he comes the tap dancing" and Hiddleston very deliberately turned towards the writers/directors with his chin on his fist like "I'm so curious to hear the answer, do tell".

Sylvie ended up in a McDonalds in S2 because when Di Martino got asked at the end of season 1 where she saw Sylvie going next, she told them "she's hungry, I bet she'd go for a burger". So Di Martino takes full responsibility for that particular decision, lol.

Because comedy films aren't my thing and Wilson hasn't crossed my personal radar much besides Zoolander, which is a delightful film, I found it very interesting and wasn't necessarily expecting just the thunderous amount of applause and huge reception that Wilson got from the audience. He's very popular.

During the panel, every so often a little piece of paper, like 2x2 inches, the kind you'd use to create the effect of dumping a bunch of confetti, would fall from the rafters above the stage and slowly float down until it landed on the stage itself in front of the panel. The first time was peculiar, but it continued to happen five distinct times throughout the panel and became a bit of a running joke.

Before the Q&A, they screened the finale episode, and they did not have their tech sorted out. The film didn't play at a consistent 24 fps and there were parts that lagged and slowed down the motion on screen. A minor thing really, but for an organization whose sole purpose and mission is media (Paley), in a venue (the Dolby Theater) that hosts the Oscars and should be technologically state of the art, you'd think they'd make sure they could play video at proper speed. I just thought it was a funny issue for a media organization to have.

Tagging @delyth88 since I know you were interested in hearing about it.

#paleyfest #loki #tom hiddleston

[akkkkollle]

I've seen a lot of Bonten in a pool table fanarts soo...

Can i request having a billiards night with the trio then you made a bet with Ran that if he lost, he'll get fucked on the pool table in front of Sanzu and Rindou otherwise he chooses whatever he wants if you loose.

Ofc he lost lmao.

Pairing: Ran × M!Reader.

Tw/cw: public sex, humiliation, teasing, sex without preparation, pleading, hair pulling.

- You can't. - Ran says teasingly, scoring another ball.

- Don't underestimate him, he's good. - Sanzu says, puffing on a cigarette, looking at the ceiling.

-Heh, I know. Then let's have a bet, darling, don't you agree? - he holds out his hand to you, which you look at with doubt, knowing him for sure.

- What are we betting on? - but still, the excitement in you is stronger than common sense.

- Well ... - he pulls on purpose, although he knows perfectly well what he wants. - If I win, I'll ask for what I want, okay?

- Okay. But if I win, then I'll fuck you right on this table. - you're pointing at the pool table.

The other two people in the room are choking on air when they hear your words..But then both relax, realizing that Ran is likely to lose. And why not see how his self-confidence is destroyed?

- Deal! Then we play up to 8 balls! - you nod and you start the game.

It was wow, honestly. You played for about an hour. And two of your viewers watched every ball with frenzy and still their thoughts were correct. Haitani lost. His eyes widen when he realizes that you have thrown an eight-ball, and 2 voices are heard in the room laughing. He looks at you, and you just smile lazily and point at the table opposite Rindou and Sanzu.

He goes there with a sigh and leans on the table. You immediately pull down his pants with boxers, making him whine from the cold air in the room. Your hand runs over his cheeks, squeezing them. The purple-haired man only bites his lip, smiling slightly. But then his smile disappears when he feels your dick in his ass.

A convulsive cry escapes from his mouth as his face falls on his hands, with the desire to hide his face. But you're just pulling his hair, showing his face, making him blush.

- Come on, Ran, look ahead. - you bend down to his ear, a sigh escapes from his mouth when he feels that you are entering deeper. - Let's show them what a whore you are, okay?

He makes a sound of agreement and you immediately start pushing into him. He moans from a mixture of pain and pleasure. He feels like you're literally tearing him apart, but he also feels like you're aiming for his prostate. He doesn't know what to think. He just closes his eyes while depraved sounds flow from his mouth.

At that time, an interesting scene is happening in front of you. Sanzu literally encourages you to fuck Ran like the last whore. While Rindou just sits there with a grin, looking at his older brother. Who knows what's in his head?

- Come on, come on, fuck him like you want to kill him, come on! Deeper and rougher!

- Sanzu, shut up. - says the younger Haitani, taking the cigarette from him.

He just snatches it back, but shuts up. His eyes slide over the elder Haitani's face. Tears are rolling down his face, his cheeks are red. His purple hair lost its previous styling when you started pulling it. And his mouth is drooling, dripping onto the table. Cute.

- Haitani, you're watching, right? - you whisper, to which he nods aggressively. - Do you want to cum? - another nod. - Then beg them.

-P-please, let me finish, please! - he groans without a shadow of embarrassment.

Sanzu and Rindou just exchange glances and then look at you. You take the silent hint and squeeze his cock, causing him to writhe from restraining pleasure.

-Come on, Haitani. A whore like you can take it.

- That's right, brother. Just be patient.

Well... It's going to be a long night for him. Until the three of you get enough of the sight of a broken Ran Haitani.

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Memories of Defeat (pt 4/4)

An In Stars and Time retrospective that revolves around everyone's favorite star. Major "secret ending"/epilogue spoilers below the cut!!

[Start from Part One here.]

Once upon a time, there were two brothers: one made of light, and one made of meat.

The elder brother was capable. Resourceful. He’s the one who had to point the way. Even if he was lost, or exhausted, or hungry and scared and alone, he didn’t have a choice. There was nowhere left for him to go. So he died! He died on purpose!! He’d rather be dead!!! Anything would be better than this!!!!

The younger brother burrowed out of their sibling’s ribcage. They were afraid, too, but they weren’t hungry. How could they be? They were born from a banquet of muscle and bone. Fermented in a womb of fresh-spilled blood.

The younger brother swallowed their elder. They swallowed his liver and his entrails, his heart and lungs and light. Everything good that was ever inside him would be theirs now. Then they wiped their mouth and howled their loneliness into the stars. Why did it have to be like this? What can’t I remember? Why am I so alone???

The night sky looked down and said, Because I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hope you eat shit and die. Die unloved and alone. It’s what you deserve.

But I didn’t do anything wrong! the younger brother wailed, pathetically, and also totally blinding hypocritically because they literally just ate their only kin, like, ten minutes ago. I only wanted to be loved!!!

Cool, the Universe said. Try telling someone who cares.

* * *

There’s no room for Loop in the caravan.

Which is fine. Preferable, even. It’s not as though they’re particularly eager to spend the night two inches away from the nation’s most nauseating lovebirds.

Siffrin insists on pitching a tent for them. That’s fine, too. It’s a free country. Siffrin can do whatever he wants. It doesn’t mean that Loop actually has to sleep there.

(They can’t even look at it. It smells like the past. Like the hole in their chest.)

They sleep on the ground, with a scarf draped over their eyes. They don’t want to look at the stars.

* * *

Loop’s eyes snap open a few minutes before sunrise. There’s someone watching them.

“You’re not sneaky,” they announce, without looking up. “I’m not one of your oblivious little friends. You can’t hide from me. I’m better at it, anyway.”

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to.”

“You know it’s pointless trying to lie to me.”

“…Yeah.”

Loop rolls their eyes. He’s the one who won, isn’t he? So why does he always go around acting like a sopping wet cat left out in the rain? “What do you want, stardust.”

“I’m deciding if I have to give you our cloak,” Siffrin admits.

That gets their attention. Loop sits up, intrigued.

Siffrin tucks their chin behind their collar. “It seems maybe… right? Um. Morally. But I really don’t want to.”

“Aww, stardust. You think I want that ratty old thing?”

“Of course.”

…Of course.

Loop smiles sunnily. “I bet you think I’m going to say something like, Ohh, you don’t have to do that. It’s the thought that counts! That you even considered it is more than enough for me!”

Siffrin looks hopeful. Stupid little beast. How were a hundred bloody deaths still not enough to wring all the optimism out of them?

“Well, maybe I won’t! We don’t all find you so charming, you know. Maybe I do want it! It was mine first!”

Siffrin’s face scrunches miserably. As they reach for the clasp that holds their collar shut, the first gleam of dawn catches on a silver coin, still pinned to their lapel.

…Ugh. “It’s fine, okay? It’s not even my style anymore. Anyway, I got to keep both our eyes, so. Who’s the loser here, really?”

Siffrin opens their mouth.

“If you answer that, I’m taking the cloak just so I can throw it in the river.”

Siffrin closes their mouth. But they don’t walk away. They just keep standing there, staring.

“Stars, what?” Loop demands. “Have you got some more restitutions for me? Going to give me your other eye?”

Siffrin shakes his head. “It’s just, um. Loop.”

“What?”

“No, I mean the name. ‘Loop.’ Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Stars, it’s one thing after another with you! Talk about intrusive! Do you do this with all your little friends, or it just me you can’t trust to make a single blinding decision for myself?”

Siffrin scuffs the heel of their boot through the dirt. “It just… doesn’t seem fair.”

“Oh, you figured it out, did you!! Ve~ry clever, stardust! It is unfair! Much like everything else in this miserable world! Nothing was ever going to be fair! What do you want me to do about it? Well? Go on! I’d love to hear your brilliant solution!”

Siffrin just keeps standing there, silent.

Loop’s fingernails dig into their palms. “Do you think I should be Siffrin again? Is that it? You think we should both be Siffrin? I’m sure that won’t confuse anyone. When your pet Fighter calls your name and the both of us come running.”

“...It would get confusing.”

“I’m not him anymore, anyway,” Loop spits. “They’re dead. You should know. You’re the one who killed them. And killed them and killed them and killed them and killed them! And—if I can be honest? Good blinding riddance!! You think I liked being you? Being some desperate, needy little freak with no past and no future?” They let out a tinkling laugh. “Get over yourself, stardust. Frankly, I’d rather die.”

“I’m not saying you should be me,” Siffrin says quietly. “I just mean… Loop, specifically. It doesn’t seem a little… masochistic?”

Loop blinks at them.

“I know you’re not me,” Siffrin says again. “Or even the me you used to be. But you’re not the loops, either. They’re just—something that happened to us.”

Loop rolls their eyes. “You escape one time loop and suddenly you’re a qualified therapist?”

“Do you really like it, though?”

…Well. Well of course they don’t blinding like it. But it’s fitting, isn’t it? It’s funny, isn’t it? Just like them!! Soooo~ funny!!!

“…Loop?”

“I don’t like it,” Loop hisses. “But. It’s… not as though I like anything else. And it’s. Familiar.”

Siffrin nods. Even he can understand that much. This world’s Siffrin may have had it easy—like, really, ridiculously, embarrassingly easy—but both of them went years without finding anything familiar. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“And you know you can change your mind.”

“Hard as it may be to believe, I am, in fact, fully capable of thinking for myself! But thanks ever so much for trying to dictate another aspect of my life! I was starting to worry that I might actually have to be a real person!”

Siffrin frowns. “You’re a real person.”

“Oh, for Stars— Haven’t you done enough? I’m exhausted. You’re exhausting.” They flop back in their bedroll, draping the scarf back over their eyes. “Just leave me alone, stardust. It’s what you do best.”

[You dreamed that you were drowning. Even now, you still can’t catch your breath.]

There’s an old fairytale, back in (don’t think it DON’T THINK IT IT HURTS) about the saddest man in the world. He’s so miserable, so totally consumed by his hurt that he can’t even talk about it, because no one would ever understand. He is utterly alone in his grief.

So the world’s saddest man makes a wish. He wishes for a copy of himself! Someone else, someone new, who might reflect the emptiness inside him.

But the copy is too good. Much, much better than the man ever was. There’s no bitterness inside it because, for as long as it’s lived, it’s always had him. It never had to learn how it feels to be alone.

The man hates it. He hates it. He can't stand to see it walking around, smiling and laughing and failing and trying. So he lures it back into his study. He gives it a smile. He opens his arms.

It’s still smiling at him, trusting, when he drives the knife into its chest.

The man drinks the light from its veins and swallows the wish in its heart. He leaves it empty empty empty. And do you know what?? In the end, when he’s left shuddering in a puddle of blood and spattered viscera, nothing has changed!! There’s nothing different at all!!! He still isn’t any less alone!!!!!

*

* *

* * *

The morning after the party sets out from Bambouche, Loop wakes up to find Bonnie standing over them.

“How come you don’t glow anymore?” they ask bluntly.

Loop blinks. “Oh. Um. W-Well, it was wreaking havoc on my beauty sleep. Looking this good doesn’t come cheap, you know! It’s practically a full-time job!”

“But how? What happened to your sparkles?”

“They… washed off?” It is sort-of true. For a while after Siffrin set them free, Loop wasn’t anywhere at all. When they finally gasped awake, they were neck-deep in the same black, frigid water that carried them to Vaugaurde, all those years ago. Except this world’s Siffrin already took the boat. Loop had to claw their way to shore with their own two hands.

Bonnie looks disappointed. What else is new? Water is wet and Loop is disappointing. “That sucks. It was cool. But I guess it’s good you can sleep now. Being tired sucks too.”

Loop’s mouth ticks up. “I’ll tell you a secret,” they find themself saying. “But only if you won’t tell Siffrin.”

“DEAL.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah!!”

“Super promise?”

“Of course!!!!”

“Super duper promise?”

Bonnie flaps their arms. “You gotta tell me right now or I’m gonna explode!!!!!”

Loop looks left and right, conspiratorial, before beckoning them close enough to whisper in their ear. “...I can still glow a little.”

“What!!!!!”

“Shh!!”

“Ahem!” Boniface clears their throat. “Ahem, hem. Of course what I meant was: forsooth, how doth you, um. Glow?”

Wow, they really have been going to school. Loop’s mouth ticks up. They might not be the real Boniface, but they’re still way too cute. “Okayyyy, okay. You wore me down! I can’t hold out any longer! I have no choice but to confess!”

“Yeah,” Bonnie agrees, scowling fiercely.

“Okay, check this out.” Loop scoops a fistful of dust from the ground beside their bedroll and holds it in front of their nose. Their eyes scrunch. Their face puckers—

—and they sneeze a spray of sparks into their palm.

Bonnie’s eyes light up. “What!! What!!!! You sneeze light?????”

“Not always,” Loop explains. They still don’t really understand why it happens. It’s not as though the Universe ever deigned to explain. “And don’t tell anyone! It’s our secret, okay?”

“But why!!! It’s cool!!!!!”

“Haha, well. Sometimes people don’t like things that are cool.”

“But it’s shiny!!!!”

Loop smiles wryly. “Sometimes people don’t even like things that are shiny.”

Bonnie’s shoulders sag a little. “But that’s… That stinks.”

(Do NOT make Bonnie sad.) “Oh, no, i-it’s not bad! It’s, um, cool! Like having superpowers! Or a secret identity or something!”

“It is bad!” Bonnie snaps back at them. “People are so stupid!! I think your sparks are cool!!!”

For a second, Loop almost forgets to laugh. “Haha! Well, I commend your exemplary taste. But there’s no need to worry about me, Bonb– Boniface. I’m doing just fine!”

Bonnie frowns at them. “Frin says that sometimes.”

The nickname nearly knocks the smile off their face. “...Is that right.”

“But usually only when they’re not.”

“Well. I wouldn’t think too hard about it. Siffrin is pretty stupid.”

“You’re his friend, though.”

(…Are they?) “Of course!”

“So maybe you’re stupid too.”

Loop chokes on a laugh. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re sort of scary-smart?”

“No,” Bonnie says promptly. “Mostly they say I have learning disabrilties. ‘Cause my brain is bad at words.”

“Well,” Loop tells them, confidential. “Don’t tell your sister, but between you and me… I think the people who say that might be even stupider than me.”

“Pffft— You can’t say that about teachers!! They’re in charge!!!”

“Not of me, they’re not.”

Bonnie stares for a second before breaking into a radiant, gap-toothed smile. “You’re cool, Loop.”

“I— Ah?” For the first time in several lifetimes, Loop finds themself at a loss for words.

“It’s okay!” Bonnie says generously. “Frin doesn’t know what to do when people are nice to them either. You don’t hafta say anything. You can just know you’re cool and not even say anything.”

Not as cool as YOU! That’s what they could have said. But of course it’s always already too late. “Um…”

“I’ll leave you alone!!” Bonnie shouts in their face. “Cause Nille says I’m bossy which is a strenth but sometimes means I have to give people space so they can decide if they wanna keep hanging out or not! But I’m glad you came back!! ‘Cause Frin and Za are all gross and lame now, so it’s cool to have someone cool!!”

“H-Haha. Well. I’ll… try to meet your expectations?”

“You don’t hafta worry ‘bout that,” Bonnie scoffs. “You already sneezed glitter.”

* * *

When the party meets Madame Odile at the crossing, she looks at Loop very, very closely. She shakes their hand politely enough. But she doesn’t approach them directly until later, after the Fighter’s already turned in for the night and Boniface is fast asleep.

“Loop,” she greets them. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to discuss it in front of everyone, but I wanted to tell you that I’m very glad to see you again. I’d been hoping for a chance to give you my thanks. I know I was a bit, ah, preoccupied when last we met… But it seems we owe you a great debt. Siffrin’s life, for one. Not to mention the state of our physical world.”

Loop bites back a sigh and readies the usual spiel. Haha, yes, that’s me! Eternally helpful etcetera etcetera! I can see that you’ve noticed the new look; would you believe, it’s actually a very funny story—

“And Siffrin,” Odile says levelly. She doesn’t look away. “It seems we owe you an apology.”

Loop chokes. “Aha? Haha, um… I think you’ve… perhaps… mistaken me for someone? H-Haha, ah… Maybe in your old age, your eyes have finally—“

“She knows,” Sif blurts out, from across the fire. “Sorry. I had to tell her. She’d already mostly figured it out.”

“Not when it might have counted,” Odile says ruefully.

“Which would be….?”

Odile looks at them like they’re stupid. “Obviously, when it still could have saved you.”

OHHHkay. Hahaha, okay!! So they’re just going to talk about that!!! She’s just going to look at them with remorse in her eyes, and regret, like she can actually see them!! Like she thinks it’s not their own blinding fault that everything went—

“…Siffrin?”

“Don’t call me that.” That’s someone else now.

“Of course. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Hmh. Well. I think it probably isn’t.”

“What do you know?” S— Loop snaps. “No, let me guess. Because you’re old, you think you must be wise? Well, I do hate to be the one to tell you this, but I’m afraid that’s just not how it works. I would know.”

“Of course,” she says again, backing off. “I’m sorry.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know.”

“And I don’t want anyone’s apologies. It’s not like there’s anything any of you could have done.”

“Hmh,” she says. Probably thinks she’s being diplomatic. Maybe she would be, if she were talking to someone as stupid as Siffrin.

“And I’m not—” The words lodge in their throat. Loop is seized by the violent urge to take a deep breath, but just thinking about it makes them want to peel their skin off.

They can feel Odile’s eyes on them, assessing. “...What was she like?”

“Wh-What?”

“Me,” she explains. “The one that you knew.”

...Oh. “Different,” Loop admits. “And… the same? You—or. She never figured it out, like you did. But I think maybe she might’ve. If I’d been less—” Weak. Spineless. Pathetic.

“Tch,” Odile scoffs. “Doesn’t matter what she might have done, if she didn’t.”

Loop blinks.

For once in her life, Odile actually looks embarrassed. “Ah. My apologies. I only mean that… I’m sorry that I was so useless.”

She startles when Loop barks a laugh. “You—haha!!! Hahaha!!!! You’re sorry! For being useless!!! That’s—no, no, it’s very funny!!”

Because their Odile could have been plenty useful, if they hadn’t been such a blinding coward. If they’d trusted her enough to let her in. But they didn’t, and now the Odile that Loop loved is gone. She needed them and S— Loop couldn’t take the heat. They gave up. They left her behind.

“I’m not sure I get the joke,” Odile says quietly.

“Well! It’s not exactly your strong suit, is it!”

Madame Odile studies their face, frowning. Then, disconcertingly, her gaze flicks toward Siffrin.

“Don’t look at them,” Loop snarls. Instinct thuds in their ears, take it back take it back TAKE IT BACK—

—but they won’t. What would be the point?

“Did you think we’d be the same?” they ask, sneering. Contempt dripping from every word like blood from the tip of a blade. “That you’d have one more cute little Siffrin tiptoeing around, hiding and crying and lying to people? Well! I’m ever so sorry to disappoint, but I think you’ll find otherwise. Oh, but don't get the wrong idea! It's not just me, teehee! We're both soooo~ much worse than you think."

“…Is that right.”

In another life, Loop let the King squeeze Bonnie into bloody pulp. They let the King throw Mira around like a ragdoll. They lied and lied and lied till they were sick with it, till their throat scorched black and their tongue dripped silver. They smiled and let her die and die and die.

“It really is!” They flash a bright, brittle smile. “How many times do you think I let you die, Madame? Would you like to take a guess?”

“I would not.”

“Too easy? I’ll try another, then. How many times do you think I killed you?”

She doesn’t flinch. Every muscle in her body deliberately Doesn’t Flinch. “...Loop.”

“Madame~?”

“I like your jewelry.”

“I—um?”

“Did you make it yourself?”

“I… did, yes.” When Loop finally clawed their way out of the sea, they had every intention of lying there until they died. But it wasn’t long before they were found. Apparently they’d washed ashore just a stone’s throw from a beachcomber’s hut: an artisan whose dilapidated hovel glittered with gleaming fusions of glass and stone and rusted steel.

Loop’s savior never spoke. Maybe they couldn’t. But their quick, clever hands could turn the ugliest, most disintegrating flotsam into inimitable treasures.

“Impressive.” Madame Odile says coolly, nodding. “Siffrin never had the knack for that sort of thing. Carving wood with physical tools is one thing, but mixing media? And across different Craft types, no less? That’s very advanced Crafting.”

“I—ah? Or, I mean… it’s not like it’s hard…”

“You may just have the knack,” Odile informs them. “Not everyone does. It’s a valuable skill, nonetheless.”

“R-Right.”

Madame Odile yawns. “Forgive me. I’m too old to be up this late. But I’ll see you tomorrow, I expect. And, ah—I suspect you don’t care to hear this sort of thing, but—I really am grateful. Truly.”

And before they can even begin to consider their reply, she’s vanished into her tent.

*

* *

* * *

Have you heard this one before? A Traveler walks into a House. Says, Housemaiden, I'm depressed. I can't find the joy in anything. I can't connect with people. I can’t feel ANYTHING. I can't eat, I can't sleep. No, I mean, literally, it’s been eons since I slept. The insides of my eyelids are brighter than the sun. It’s like a fireworks show in here.

Housemaiden says, You should talk to the Savior of Vaugarde. They’re soooo cute and special and pretty and perfect and everyone loves them no matter how many times they ruin everything by being a stupid little freak who can’t even talk right. I bet they could give you some advice!

The Traveler puts their head in their hands and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs. Says, But Housemaiden! I -am- the Savior of Vaugarde!!!!

Aaa~nyway, they kill her and eat her heart. And would you believe? It doesn’t make them feel anything!!!!!!

[you’re fine you’re fine you’re fine you’re—]

—fine. You’re totally fine. It’s a clear, bright morning, the breeze brisk and playful, and walking into Dormont doesn’t make you feel sick. The smell of flowers and pastries and juniper doesn’t make you want to vomit. The spiraled roof and crenelled towers of the House don’t turn your breakfast to stone in your stomach. Looking down the path through the trees doesn’t make you want to pull your spine out through your mouth. You’re fine.

Why wouldn’t you be? Just because you abandoned this place? Just because it killed you? No. No. You’re toooo~tally fine. You’re being so normal about this.

A few steps from the House’s gate, Siffrin jerks his hand out of the Fighter’s and throws up. Pathetic. You step into their line of sight to make sure they can see you roll your eyes. They were always soooo~ sensitive.

* * *

Siffrin refuses to enter the House, because they’re a delicate flower who insists on making their damage everyone else’s problem. Loop, of course, never had that privilege.

* * *

“Ugh!” Mirabelle huffs, scowling down at her pottery wheel. “I’ve ruined it again! Siffrin, would you—”

She stops short.

“I-I’m so sorry!!” she squeaks, one hand flying to her mouth. “I meant Loop, of course!! Sorry!! That was so rude; I promise I wasn’t thinking of someone else, it’s just that you… remind me of them, sometimes? N-Not because you’re from the same country! The King was, too, and he felt very very different!! The two of you just… feel sort of similar, is all. The way you take up space, and… the things that catch your eye… It’s almost like you’re—” She shakes her head vigorously. “Ohh, never mind!! I know it doesn’t make any sense!! ”

To Loop’s horror, they can feel their eyes start to itch. Oh, Stars. It’s the worst thing imaginable. They absolutely cannot cry.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean— I-I’m so sorry!!!” Mira’s hands flit toward them before landing in her lap. “I shouldn’t have said anything; I didn’t mean to make things even worse, I— Do you want a, a… cup of tea? Or some cookies?”

Don’t worry! Loop tries to tell her. I’m completely fine, haha! No problems here! I’m probably just allergic to ceramics!!!! Unfortunately, the best they can manage is, “No Thank You.”

“I—!!” Mirabelle squares her jaw, both hands clenching in the fabric of her skirt. “Loop. Is there, maybe, some way I can help you? I know you don’t think much of us, but we owe you so much!!”

Loop looks away. “You… think I don’t think much of you.”

“Oh. W-Well, um. We… never saw you again, after you helped us save Siffrin. And they’d go quiet anytime we tried to ask about you, so I—I wasn’t sure if—”

“Mira,” Loop says. They take a moment to collect their thoughts. “...Mirabelle.”

“Y-Yes?”

“That’s not a very reliable gauge for what someone thinks of you.”

Mira’s eyes widen.

“For all you know, I might’ve thought the world of you,” they go on, uncharacteristically reckless. “Anyone might. People disappear all the time! They hide, or they die, or they… go somewhere else. It doesn’t mean they never cared. It only means that they cared about something else, too. Or they cared a little too much. Or they’re dead, teehee!”

Mirabelle pulls out a handkerchief and dabs at her nose. “I-I’m sorry… I know you’re only here for our sakes, and now I’m being nothing but trouble…”

Um. What? “I’m here for what?”

“W-Well, um… I guess I thought you’d come to visit because Siffrin told you how upset we were, after you disappeared? Because you saved us—saved everyone—and then we couldn’t even thank you?”

“…What?”

Mira blinks at them, her disorientation mirroring their own. “Which part are you confused by…?”

For the first time in several eternities, Loop lifts a hand to their chest. They take a deep breath in, and out. “H-Haha. I guess, all of it? I certainly didn’t save anyone. Much less everyone.”

“But you did!!!”

“Uh…”

Mira’s eyes widen. “Ohhh,” she gasps, “I see. You don’t like that, do you?”

“—Um?”

“People giving you compliments and things. Praising the things you accomplished, as though you were some sort of storybook hero. When you know that what happened was much less heroic, and much more… accidental. Embarrassing.”

Oh. Huh. Loop had never thought about it in so many words. Probably because no one's ever tried to give them a compliment. But now that she mentions it... yeah. Maybe they can sort of relate.

“I’m sorry,” Mira says again, looking despondent. She slaps both palms against her cheeks. “Sorry!! I won’t do it again!! You just want to feel normal, right? So let’s—let’s Craft some clay!”

“If you’re sure,” Loop says faintly. (Calm down. You’re freaking her out. For once in your life just BE NORMAL.) “…But don’t take it personally if I turn out to be pretty good at this. I have it on high authority that I may have something of a knack.”

* * *

They keep it together for the rest of the afternoon. They finish Crafting their vase and help Mirabelle patch the weak points on hers, smoothing rough edges and pressing air pockets so it won’t shatter in the kiln.

They make it all the way to the bathroom before their smile drops.

The bathroom’s undergone some renovations since the last time they broke down here. Now tiny clay figures dance over the sink, and childish painted murals adorn the doors. A little Change God stands guard over each stall: waving its clumsy arms, kicking its stumpy legs. Its eyes are obscured, its expression unreadable. Its face is laughing. Leering. Mocking. What does it see when it looks at them? A memory? A means to an end? Or only a ghost?

Loop reaches out and takes it in their hands. The Craft that animates it makes it squirm like a worm on a hook. Loop doesn’t pity it. It’s only fair. The Change God never pitied them, either.

“Was it fun?” they whisper, as they squeeze. “Did you have fun? What about now? Are you having fun yet?”

Wet clay oozes between their fingers. The statue twitches and jerks. Loop’s chest feels hot. Their skull hums like a nest of wasps. Lumpy paper swollen with stinging hate.

“I’m having fun,” they tell the wriggling godling, smiling wide. They can’t even tell if they’re lying. To make the distinction, they’d probably need something to compare it to.

The wriggling slows. The heat of Craft fades as the statue goes limp in their hands.

Loop opens their palms. There’s no god there anymore. Only dead, lifeless clay.

They flick open the lock and shoulder through the door.

Outside the stall, there’s someone waiting. Watching. Staring straight at them.

Loop flinches. The stranger looks familiar, but also not. Like maybe Loop’s seen them before, but only in a dream.

—Claude. That’s who it is. Mirabelle’s roommate, Claude. (And who says they don’t have a good memory!)

Claude narrows her eyes. “…Did you just mulch that statue?”

Loop looks down at their hands, crusted with molten clay.

“People work hard on those,” Claude informs them.

Loop has already used up all their willpower for the day. They don’t have the strength to stop themself rolling their eyes. “People work hard on lots of things.”

Her eyebrows go up. “I could report you.”

“Please do,” Loop spits; and in one fluid movement, they’ve whirled around and flung themself out the bathroom window.

They’re three stories up, but they’re not worried about the fall. Worst-case scenario, they’ll drive their blades into the mortar and grind to a halt before they splat on the ground. Best-case, they die on impact.

[You dreamed you were being eaten alive. You can still feel the crunch and grind of tearing cartilage. The way the sinews stretch before they snap.]

Siffrin is fishing by the river. Just looking at the rod in their hands makes Loop want to throw up. They snapped that rod in half once. Tore it out of the fisherperson’s hands and broke it clean over their knee. And then they threw it in the river. And then then jumped in after it.

It’s not just the total futility of it all. It’s the whole process. Catching a thrashing, squirming being in your hands and squeezing the life out of it. Aligning your blade with the seam of its gills, just behind the thrum of its throat. Staring into those gaping eyes, that gulping mouth as you press down hard and harder. Careful, now! If you hit the angle wrong, you’ll miss the artery entirely! It’ll take ages to die! Minutes that stretch into eternities. Gasping, gulping, choking on the hot slick slurry of your own black blood.

Loop shudders. “…I can’t believe you can still touch that thing.”

Siffrin hums thoughtfully. “I think it’s the only thing that never got worse.”

“Ew. Or, I mean. Can’t relate.”

“Well,” Siffrin says. “We were always pretty different.” They flick the rod expertly, sending the fly dancing over the surface. “How’s Mira?”

“She recognized me.”

That gets their attention. “She what?”

“Not specifically,” Loop admits. “But. She said I felt… familiar. Like…” The words lodge in their throat. It doesn’t matter. Siffrin knows what they mean.

“…Hm.”

“Aw,” Loop purrs, mocking. “Does that scare you? Is it scary, to know that you could be so easily replaced?”

“No,” Siffrin says right away. “I guess I feel… relieved?”

(…What?) “Why.”

“I wasn’t sure they’d know me,” Siffrin shrugs. “You, I mean. Us. I wasn’t sure they’d even want to, if we were being… less careful.”

Loop bristles. “I’m more careful than you could ever imagine.”

“No, you’re not.”

Yeah, no, they’re really not.

“So it’s… comforting,” Siffrin shrugs. “To think they’d still like us, even if we were—“

“What? A failure? A ghost? A pathetic piece of work?”

“Well. Yeah.”

Loop squawks a laugh. “Well!! Aren’t you the lucky one!! Even if you wind up as disgusting as me, your friends will still love you! Isn’t that nice!!”

“Yeah,” Siffrin says. “It really is.” They shift their weight, thoughtful, and then seem to remember something. “Oh, yeah. I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Loop rolls their eyes, but they don’t not listen.

“Why won’t you talk to Isa?”

Loop fails to suppress a flinch.

“He keeps asking,” Siffrin explains. “And I don’t know how to answer. But it’s getting harder to not-answer. I’m… not a very good liar.”

“…Is that right.”

“I’m an okay liar,” Siffrin concedes. “It just—feels bad.”

Loop is very much aware of that, yes.

“He just wants you to like him,” Siffrin says quietly.

“Be reasonable.”

“It’s hurting his feelings, I think.”

“Good,” Loop says coldly. They hope it does. It doesn’t even come close to evening the score.

Siffrin opens their mouth to argue and then just—shrugs, instead. “It’s your life.”

[You dreamed you were alone. You dreamed you were alone. You dreamed you were alone. You dreamed you were—]

—having a nightmare. You know it’s a nightmare because it’s the same one you have every night. You’re standing under a tree, looking at the man you love. He can’t be more than an armslength away. If you stepped out of the shadows, he would see you.

But he wouldn’t know you.

You watch him think of you. You watch him think of what to say to you. You watch him lose himself to heady daydreams. (This is not a metaphor. Subtlety is not his strong suit. The man you love is very obvious.)

You watch yourself approach him. You are short and strange and awkward. You are hiding and lying and you’re so, so, so-so-so-so stupid. The man you love loves you anyway, because he’s stupid, too.

“Isa!”

“Sif!!!” he shouts, when he sees you. “I was just looking at this Favor Tree!! Isn’t it cool!!!”

“Yeah,” you say slyly. “You might say it’s a pretty… TREE-mendous tree.”

Ha ha!! Ha ha ha!!!!! What a stupid blinding joke!!! It’s almost like your pathetic sense of humor wasn’t what won him in the first place!!! Almost like, all along, he was laughing along because he loved you!!!

Not that it matters now. The tree is in the past. The man is in the past. Your future is in the past. Everything you love was meant for someone else. There’s nothing left for you.

*

* *

* * *

Loop jerks awake. The dark is intractable. Undisturbed by any snore or snuffling wheeze. They are utterly alone.

Siffrin begged them to sleep in the Clocktower with everyone else. They even offered to sleep on the ground so Loop could have a whole bed to themself. But Loop wouldn’t budge. How could they? The thought made them physically sick.

They twist out of their bedroll and onto their feet in one smooth motion. They don’t know where they’re going, but they do know that if they have to lie here, alone with their thoughts, for a single second longer, it is actually going to kill them. So—getting up! Getting moving! One foot in front of the other! If they walk fast enough, maybe they can outrun an eternity of unrelenting dread!!!

They don’t have anywhere to go, so they just—go. They just walk. Anywhere would be better than here.

 * * *

Their feet take them to the Tree. Probably because it’s the closest thing they still have to a home. (And isn’t that just the saddest thing you’ve ever heard!!!!!)

They stand at the foot of the trunk and look up at the canopy. Thick strong boughs and wide, glossy leaves framing little windows to the starry void beyond. Idly, without any real urgency, they imagine setting it on fire. It would be easy. They don’t even need flint or tinder, now that their lungs crackle with swallowed stars. All they’d need is a bit of kindling, some pine cones or dry needles, and they could reduce this place to ash.

—A twig snaps.

Loop’s stance stiffens, then hardens. They know that gait. The slow, careful breath before each heavy clumsy footfall. No one sounds more obvious than a great stupid oaf of a Fighter trying to be discreet.

Maybe he won’t notice them. They could make sure he wouldn’t, if they wanted. Loop knows how to disappear. But they’re tired of going unseen.

“…Can’t sleep?”

The Fighter startles so violently that he nearly keels over backwards. Loop could catch him by the elbow, if they wanted. Steady him; help him catch his balance.

They don’t move.

“W-Woah!!” the Fighter gasps. “Haha, whoa! Um… Loop? That’s you, right? Wow, you are really quiet! I totally didn’t see you there at all!!”

Yes, well, what else is new. “I’d expect nothing less, teehee! You’re not exactly observant.”

“Oh. Haha, um, yeah. I guess not.” Siffrin’s Fighter shifts his weight, uneasy. “ Um… Loop?”

“That’s what they call me!!!”

“Did I… do something wrong?”

Loop stiffens.

“Like… I don’t know. Step on your feelings, somehow? It just feels like you… maybe sort of don’t like me? Which is fine!!” he rushes to clarify. “Not everyone has to like me!! It’s just… if it’s something I did, I could… make sure I don’t do it again?”

Loop almost hits him. They want to. They want to grab him by the collar and shake him. To throw him back against the trunk of the Tree and shove into his space until he can’t not see them. They can see the angry thrum of his pulse in his throat and they want to trap it under their thumb. To close the space and feel his heartrate spike. For months they had to watch themself stand in front of him, wanting and wanting and doing nothing, knowing all the while that if it was them, they wouldn’t just stand there, wanting. They’d take him apart with their hands. They’d eat him alive.

“...Loop?”

“Siffrin,” Loop grates out, an ugly scrape of sound. “Sif. Before I killed myself, that’s what you—all of you used to call me.”

“Wh-What?” the Fighter asks, baffled. “What does that even—”

“But that doesn’t matter now!!!!" Loop shouts, grinning wildly. "He’s dead now!! Now there’s only me!!!!”

“I—I don’t understand. I just saw Sif? Th-They’re totally fine!“

Loop rolls their eyes theatrically. “Ugh. Weren’t you supposed to be smart now? Not your Siffrin, obviously. I obviously meant another Siffrin.”

“But—what? What do you… How would that even work?”

A molten sort of hunger comes over them. Loop flashes a glittering smile. “Isn’t it obvious? ~I’m~ what happens when you don’t save me! When you just let me die!!”

“N-No,” the Fighter mumbles.

“Y-Yeah, actually,” they stammer, mocking. Throwing his pathetic stutter right back in his face.

“No, but… Come on. No way. Sif would’ve said something!”

“Oh, because you can definitely count on Siffrin to tell you anything that matters.”

The Fighter has the gall to look offended. “Hey!! They’re honest about important stuff!!”

“I am literally telling you that we are not!!!”

Isabeau shrinks a little. “B-But— But that’s not possible. It doesn’t make any—”

“Then how do I know them?” Siffrin snarls. “How do I know everything about them? Why do I blinding hate you?”

“I don’t…” Isabeau trails off. They can see him starting to wrap his mind around it. Blood cooling, stance wilting. “You… Are you telling the truth?”

“What do you think.”

His shoulders slump a little. “You… killed yourself?”

“Your Sif tried to break the world,” Loop says scornfully. “I think we can all agree on who’s the more well-adjusted.”

Isabeau staggers back. They can see him getting ready to freak out.

“Nope!!” they shrill. “Not allowed!! This is mine!! You weren’t even there!! Besides, you already saved your Sif! So clearly I wasn’t worth saving!! Or were you just holding out for the new model?”

“That’s not—”

Bile sours in their stomach. Steel screams in their veins. Their blood burns with the absolute assurance of what will hurt him the most.

“Do you want to know the truth?” Loop asks sweetly. “If you must know… I hate you! I always hated you. You had everything. Everything!! A home, a family, friends… and still you were dissatisfied? I mean!! Talk about entitled!!”

“I— What? I never said—”

“But you di~id! To every version of me! Even the pathetic rotten failures, teehee! You shared all your ugliest, stupidest hang-ups and guess what? They were all soooo~ lame! Barely an inconvenience! Baby-school trauma for babies!!! It's no wonder you couldn't save me, teehee… You were way, way, way out of your league!”

Isabeau just stares.

Loop’s fists clench. They wish he would get angry. This would be so much more satisfying if he would lash out already. Throw them back against the Tree and snap their brittle neck. But instead he just keeps standing there, looking devastated.

“Ugh,” Loop spits. “This is pointless. You’re pointless. I’m done.”

“L— Sif!!” Isabeau yelps, and that’s the last blinding straw. Loop tucks their head and bolts.

* * *

Isabeau tries to chase after them, but he’s big and slow and Loop can reach terminal velocity in about three seconds from a standstill. He might as well have tried to catch the wind.

They don’t slow down until they reach the field.

Then they cry.

(The cruelest thing is this: If there was no Siffrin in this world, Loop would be the one everyone loved. Loop would be the one who was difficult but loyal; high-maintenance and universally adored. Loop could have been the weird little freak who everyone considered worth the effort.

But Loop gave up. They gave their chance away. And now they’ve got what they deserved: absolutely nothing.)

What are they even doing here? Why would they come back? They knew what was waiting for them. There’s no space for them here, in this place, with these people. The understudy already took their place.

It’s all Siffrin’s fault. Siffrin the hero, leading their perfect shiny life surrounded by all their perfect shiny friends. Siffrin, who got everything they ever wanted and still demanded more. Siffrin wishing wishing wishing to see them again, yanking on Loop’s subconscious mind all day and night to make sure they could never, ever forget. To make sure they’d never be truly free.

…Maybe they’ll just leave. Without telling anyone, without leaving a note. That would show them, wouldn’t it? Siffrin would be so blinding pathetic about it. So hurt and confused. Almost as hurt and confused as Isa, when he found out that his precious little Siffrin could turn into something like this. Something ugly, broken, hateful. Living spite, made manifest. A ghost haunting their own blinding life.

There’s a rustle from the bushes. Light, uncertain footfalls. Loop stiffens. There’s someone coming up the path. Not Isabeau. Not Siffrin, either. A stranger?

From the shadows, someone clears their throat. “Um—”

They don’t get the chance to say anything else. Loop already has the jagged teeth of their knife pressed tight against their throat. “Who are you? What do you want???”

“I’d let go if I were you,” the stranger says coolly. “Unless you want to lose that hand.”

“You wish,” Loop spits. “You’re out of your league.”

“Bet?”

Against their better judgment, Loop can feel themself starting to smile. It’s strangely comforting to be on the receiving end of a threat, for a change. Talking to someone who doesn’t quiver and quail and bend over backwards to accommodate their every demand.

Loop flits backwards, out of slashing range. Probably Siffrin would land in a fighting stance, but Loop is above that sort of petty, childish showmanship. They don’t need a lot of posturing just to kill someone. “What do you want?”

“I heard crying.”

Oh. Was Loop crying? They didn’t notice. Though now that they think of it, their vision does seem a little blurry. “So?”

“Are you stupid or something? So I thought someone might need help. Obviously.”

Hm. That voice isn’t entirely unfamiliar, is it? It feels like Loop might have heard it before. Possibly recently.

—Oh. “Claude,” Loop realizes.

The stranger’s eyes narrow. “So what if I am?”

“Mira’s roommate, Claude.”

“Oh. You’re with the Saviors.”

“I’m not,” Loop snarls. (STOP IT, calm down, you’re going to scare her. Just apologize and run. Say something conciliatory and disappear, like every other—)

“Change,” Claude swears grumpily. “Sorry for breathing, I’m sure. I know you’re lying, anyway. I saw you show up with the Saviors. I’m not gonna act like I didn’t.”

…Oh. She… really isn’t scared, is she? “I—um. Traveled with them, I guess. For a little. I’m not with them.”

“I wasn’t asking if you all made crabbing friendship bracelets,” Claude huffs. “I just meant you’re not from here. What’s your damage, anyway? Why are acting like that?”

Loop chokes on a laugh. Wow, she really isn’t scared. “…Lifestyle choice?”

“Kind of a shitty one.”

“Like you’re one to judge.”

“Takes one to know one,” Claude says coolly.

Hah!! “Well. I’m sure you were really looking forward to swooping in to save some pathetic little loser, but I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I’m doing great, actually. Just… out on a walk.”

“Uh huh.”

Why do they feel so defensive about this? “Sometimes I can’t sleep! Is there a law against that? Is it illegal to go for a walk?”

“It’s not illegal to go for a walk.”

“Well! What a relief! Then it seems like you have no justifiable cause to follow me around, harassing me!”

Claude snorts. “Wow. Okay, now I know you’re not with the Saviors. Those guys are way too sensitive for this kinda thing. And too sanctimonious for all that… you know. Lying.”

“Shows what you know,” Loop sniffs. “They’re not half as righteous as they’d like you to think.”

(But even so… She’s right, isn’t she? Siffrin would hate getting talked to like this. For a party of powerful warriors, the gang was awfully terrified by confrontation. Fighting Sadnesses is one thing, but fighting with each other? You couldn’t pay them enough.)

Claude gives Loop a flat stare. “For someone who’s not with the saviors, you sure act like you know them.”

“Well!” Loop says brightly. “W-Well!!! What if I told you that I used to be with them! For long enough to know them better than they know themselves!”

“I’d say you were full of shit.”

“Shows what you know!!!” Loop practically screams. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!!!”

“So tell me.”

* * *

Somehow, the whole story comes pouring out of them, in fits and starts and halting, hysterical gasps. Another life, another world. Another Wish. Another Mirabelle, abandoned to her fate. Another pathetic blinding failure of a Savior.

Claude listens, nodding. Then she says, “The King.”

“I’m familiar.”

“I wanted to be the one who beat him. The one Euph— The Head Housemaiden chose. I’m not saying I was right,” she adds, defensive. “Mirabelle is a marvel. There might be no one else who could do what she did. But I— I still wanted it to be me.”

Loop blinks.

“Mirabelle was… the right choice, probably,” Claude concedes. “Better suited. She’s got the right constitution, or whatever. No one could have done it alone. And I’m— I don’t know if I could have recruited like she did. Going around making friends and things. People don’t like me,” she explains. “People love Mirabelle.”

“I like you,” Loop hears themself say.

“Oh.” Claude stares for a beat, unblinking. “Really?”

“Yes.” They’re 90% sure that it’s not even a lie. When’s the last time they could say that?

“Oh. Well, um. Thanks. But I think you might have sort of bad taste. And maybe a bad personality.”

Loop sputters a laugh. “Haha!!! Yeah! I get that a lot.”

“Really?”

“No.” Most people are too scared to say it. “I should, though.”

Claude nods. She can understand that. “But I never got the chance. I couldn’t save everyone. I couldn’t even save anyone.”

“...How do you live with it?”

Claude shrugs. “Eat. Sleep. Don’t die.”

…Right.

“You should probably get out of here, though.”

Loop raises an eyebrow. “Are you throwing me out?”

“Are you actually stupid? Or are you just being difficult?”

(Hah!!!) “I’m being difficult.”

Claude rolls her eyes. “I just mean… You can’t step out of someone’s shadow if you’re still walking side-by-side. You gotta do your own thing.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then you can’t.”

“And if it kills me?”

“Then you die,” she shrugs. “Isn’t that what you said you wanted?”

Wow. Mirabelle’s roommate is… actually cool? “I think you could have done it,” Loop finds themself saying. “If you’d been the one Chosen. I think you could have beat the King. You just didn’t get the chance.”

Claude stares at them for a moment before her mouth ticks up. “Hah. Yeah. Maybe. No way to know now, huh? We just hafta go from here.”

*

* *

* * *

At the outskirts of town, a blot of stillness catches Loop’s eye. The absolute absence of movement. A hole in the dark, black against the surrounding gray.

“I told you,” Loop says coldly. “You’re not sneaky.”

Siffrin huffs a quiet laugh.

Loop eyes them warily. Even now, Siffrin has almost no presence. Almost like Loop is the one who survived, and they're the one who's dead.

For once, Siffrin is first to break the silence. “Running away from home again?”

“You are not my home,” they can’t help snapping. “But, well. I suppose so. Why not? After all, it went so well the last time.”

Siffrin chokes on a laugh. Then the smile drops. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I should hope not! I’m excellent company.”

Siffrin looks unconvinced.

“But there comes a time in every beautiful traveler’s life when they must shake off the bonds that hold them back and move on to bigger and better things! Forge their own path; digest their own trauma, etcetera and so forth! Maybe I’ll wind up even more famous than you!!”

Siffrin frowns. “…If you’re really leaving, can I ask a favor?”

“You can ask.”

“Can you tell me the truth?”

Ugh. “Fiiiine. I can’t stay because I—I can’t be here without— Without wanting my—” Their throat closes over the words. Fortunately, Siffrin isn’t so stupid that they can’t connect the dots. (My friends back. My life back. Everything that was supposed to be mine.)

Siffrin gives them a plaintive look. “We could share..:”

“Aw, stardust,” Loop laughs. Not a fake laugh. “Two people can’t be the same person. Anyway, we already aren’t.”

“...I know.”

This world’s Siffrin is the source of all of their problems. The root of all their suffering. So why does it make them so sad to see his shoulders droop?

“I’ll come back,” they hear themself mutter, grudging. “I won’t be gone forever. I wouldn’t—”

Loop falls silent. They know that they’re both thinking of the same scrap of paper, crumpled on the library floor.

“I won’t be gone forever,” they say again; only this time, they say it like a Wish. Like they can make it true just by wanting it. “I won’t disappear. I just—can’t be here. Yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Siffrin whispers.

“We all had our roles,” Loop shrugs. “You just got a better one.”

“But— But what if I never find you? What if we never—”

“We’re family,” Loop tells them firmly. A different kind of family. Not the kind you choose—the one you’re saddled with, by blood and bone, whether you wanted it or not. “Aww~~ Don’t worry, stardust. We’re bonded, aren’t we? You know I’ll always find you.”

“If you even want to,” Siffrin mumbles.

“Stars, how are you still such a brat!!! I’ll find you when I find you! Okay? You don’t get to control this! Just let there be one blinding choice that’s mine!”

Siffrin takes a breath. They let it out. “…Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” they say again. “You can be in charge. But you have to tell me everything, next time. How you came back, and… everything else. Because we’re family.”

Loop can’t stop themself from smiling. It’s just that—it’s all so unfair. They way Siffrin always gets what he wants, and… the way they can’t help loving him anyway. “Yeah. Okay. I promise.”

Before vanishing from sight, Loop glances over their shoulder. “Stardust?”

“Loop.”

“How do you get used to it?”

Siffrin tilts their head. To what?

“The not-knowing.”

“Hah,” Siffrin huffs softly. “If you find out, write me a letter. I’d really like to find out.”

[You dreamed you were alive.]

Did you know that hamsters eat their young? If you stress out a nursing mother—leave her out in an earthquake, or make too much noise around her tank—she’ll eat her pups alive. You’ll open the lid to find her nest stained black with blood. The half-eaten husks of her children, their claws and bones and hindpaws shriveled-pink and lifeless. It isn’t malice. It’s pragmatism. We can’t survive this threat, she’s saying. We must recoup these resources. Some of us, any of us, have to survive.

Wish Craft can’t hear your words. It only knows the Wish inside your heart. Loop ran away, but they never gave up. They wanted to be free, but they didn’t want to lose. And besides! What’s a little cannibalism between friends! They are family, after all.

There are things that Siffrin wants, too. Things they want and can’t have, because they’ve sunk their roots into the present. Loop isn’t trapped like that. Loop can go where they please.

Off the coast to the north lies an island that Vaugarde forgot. A graveyard for the lost. A monument to stories long forgotten.

But Loop knows how it is to be forgotten.

They look to the sky. The stars have already started to fade, making way for the brilliant flare of dawn. Loop runs a few calculations, cross-comparing the angles from the horizon to the Highstar and the sun.

They go north.

If you want, feel free to read the series in full here! Or if you want for something a lil comfier, you're invited to this very cozy isa/sif side-story.

#isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #isafrin #isat bonnie #isat mirabelle #isat odile #isat fanfic

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

The problems I have with HP's world building and the Wizarding World as a whole can be summed up perfectly with Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. Sounds like a appropriately whimsical treat for a secret magical society. But, they beans flavoured like bodily fluids. We know there's ear wax and vomit flavoured beans, but I bet there are... other flavours.

And the question is, why? Why do that? Why sell something to children where there's a chance they might end up eating a bean that tastes and smells exactly like human shit.

Like, obviously, Rowling wrote it as a funny bit in a children's book that I doubt she expected people to dissect and nitpick over twenty years after she wrote it. But, in-universe, it shows that wizards just lack basic common sense. it's a wonder they made it to the 21st century without going extinct.

As weird as it sounds, I actually find the wizarding world fascinating in that it makes an eerie amount of sense: it's just not what JKR nor anyone else thinks it is/what it's supposed to be.

There's a larger post to be made but to me the wizarding world reeks of an extremely isolated and inbred society, complacent in their use of a technology they no longer understand and slowly forgetting aspects of that technology including the underlying fundamentals, neighbors to very different societies they feel threatened by for all they won't admit as much, and a society that has roots in western traditions but missed out on much of the Enlightenment/Post Enlightenment British history.

So, we see a world that's like Britain but... not...

The professors are there to teach, not go provide emotional guidance or emotional intervention of any kind with the students (read anti-bullying measures). There doesn't seem to be a child welfare or any kind of welfare system in place (orphans get a stipend to attend Hogwarts, but we see no mention of a wizarding orphanage/foster care system or money allotted to those like Ron Weasley who are poor but not Muggleborn). There are two historians ever mentioned and from what we see of Hogwarts a History it is not a modern western historical approach that's covered there. Everyone's extremely closely related and there are no actual positions beyond those a) made for yourself through entrepreneurship b) the ever bloated Ministry. They have no understanding of Muggles at all and those who claim to or wish to tend to be... grossly offensive is the only word I can think of.

It's a great satirical world of a decaying society and, most important, not quite one we'd be familiar with.

But this has nothing to do with your actual question (well, it does, but it's tangential).

To get back to the damned beans, from what we see, the wizarding world loves practical jokes and slapstick humor. Given they're wizards, serious injuries seem relatively easy to repair. If you start vomiting slugs all day, there's a potion for that. If you lose your bones, there's a potion for that. Blow off your hands, there's probably a potion for that.

What that means is that physical injuries in the wizarding world tend not to really matter. Unless you're using dark curses (see Bill's torn up face in HBP), you can probably get whatever it is fixed quickly. Which means that wizards find slapstick style practical jokes very funny.

Which gets us back to the candy.

The beans aren't alone, there are also the acid pops that actually burn through your tongue, blood pops that taste like blood, chocolate frogs which will jump away from you, ice mice that do... something I forget, but point being that we see wizards get very excited about the prospect of not only magic in their candies but some element of danger/just awfulness with it.

That's the exciting gamble of the beans. Sure, you might end up with a nice flavor, you might, but then you could end up with vomit or diarrhea flavored. When the latter happens, you can make a big show to your friends, "OH NO, I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN! OH HELLS, I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN! THIS IS THE WORST! I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN!" and everyone laughs at and with you over your terrible rotten luck over getting the vomit bean while Jimmy over there got strawberry.

It's kind of like a demented version of playing one of the first few editions of Mario Party: someone's going to be fucked over, that's just how the game goes, the delightful enjoyment of it is seeing who the loser is and lording it over them when you steal all their stars they eat the vomit bean.

Basically, you're kind of right about Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean. They exist because it's funny, I just think the wizards find it funny too.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the wizarding world #anti the wizarding world #meta #headcanon #opinion

[storiesbyjes2g]

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I didn't bother doing a second class because I had a business matter I wanted to explore. The management team at the rec center would always have my gratitude for allowing me to host my classes, but as I said previously, it wasn't a sustainable solution. It rained too much in the autumn, and soon winter would be upon us. I needed an indoor solution, so I went downtown to Anchorpoint Wharf to see if I could find an unconventional space to rent, since I couldn't afford an entire building yet. If there was a backroom, basement, or attic I could use, or even an unfinished space, I could make it work.

I began my reconnaissance at the library. If it didn't say "library" on the sign, I wouldn't have known it was one when I walked in. The atrium was more like a mini art gallery, displaying works from local artists, I assumed. The rest of the downstairs was more like a community center with a breakroom outfitted with amenities for infants and a kids' play area. Upstairs looked more library-like, but unfortunately, it didn't have any obvious spaces I could rent.

I got hungry, so I found a street cart and had lunch. San Sequoia was definitely no sleepy town with its bold colors surging life into everything. Most of the colors didn't even match, but it worked so well, especially with the bridge towering over the city, tying it all together with its rusty hue. I loved how you could see it literally everywhere you went. San Sequoia had definitely become my favorite place I'd lived.

After lunch, I walked around the area, continuing my search for spaces. I stumbled upon an old movie theater and decided to take a break and see what they had going on. The movie was so boring, I couldn't even tell you what it was about. I was just so mad I wasted good money on that. Luckily, Yasmine called just as it was ending, so I ran out of the theater to answer.

She said she wanted to clarify our conversation from the other day. She liked me a lot and hoped her proposition didn't change how I felt about her. Then she asked me out! It was kind of thrilling to be on the other end of a date. I definitely needed some fun after that movie attempted to suck the life out of me, so I agreed to meet her at the pier in Copperdale.

I went home to shower and put an outfit together. It was only the pier, so I didn't make too much of an effort. Good thing too because it was so cold there. I had on my coat the whole time; I hated wasting good outfits.

I found Yasmine by the photo booth, and her outfit was definitely something to note. I never put much thought into my outerwear before, but the way she put her coat, hat, and jeans together had me second guessing my style choices.

"You look nice," I said.

"Thanks. Wanna take a pic with me?"

Me and Yasmine squeezed together in a tiny booth... I braced myself for whatever she planned to do to me in there because, if there was one thing I knew about her, it was she was bold and always went after what she wanted, and she definitely wanted me. She took full advantage of the lack of space and hugged up on me for our picture. We stepped out and waited for the picture to print, and just as I suspected, we looked like a very happy couple.

"Awww! We are so cute," she shouted. "I'm keeping this one."

I guess she should have a keepsake of our time together because that was the closest she was going to a relationship with me. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed spending time with her and was totally down for some casual, unattached adult fun. But that's all it could be.

"I hope you're not scared of heights," she said.

Yasmine and Luca trapped in a slow-moving hanging basket... The story wrote itself, and I fully expected her to suck my face off, but she behaved.

"Look," she yelled. "There's my house."

I looked at whatever dark blob of trees she pointed at, but saw nothing resembling a residence. Copperdale looked like a black forest from up high at night. I bet the view was spectacular in the daytime, though.

We got off the ride, and she checked in with me.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, thanks. I didn't ride anything when we were here last, so I'm glad I got the chance."

"Come on!"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward our next destination. Her excitement about the rides was just like a child's; it was adorable.

"This is one of my favorite ones."

It had a scary, Spooky Day theme, and I wondered what we were about to get ourselves into, not that I was scared or anything. On the other side of the door was the line. When we finally made it to the ride, it was kind of like a mine cart we sat in. It took us around this haunted house while animatronics and actors in costume jumped out at us, attempting their best scare tactics. It was cute; I guess.

The next ride was similar except it was love themed, and we rode around in a boat. Every time I looked in her direction, she was looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. It seemed they made the ride for moments like that, and with the number of teenagers who frequented it, I probably was one of many who'd experienced their first kiss in there. But I didn't want to make any assumptions, despite knowing what she wanted from me. I scooted closer, letting her know I was into whatever she had in mind. Instead, she playfully smacked me on the shoulder and laughed. I didn't like that one bit.

She was still laughing when we got off the ride, but I was not.

"Come on, I was just kidding, Luca!"

I was a very confident sim, except when it came to romance. A joke like that could sever all shreds of confidence I thought I had. There was no way she could have known that, but still.

She stepped to me within whisper distance, and my entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames. Here it comes!

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she said, yanking me into a deep, hungry kiss.

At first, I couldn't believe it was finally happening despite anticipating it all night. Once the shock of her lips colliding with mine wore off, I kissed her back just as hungrily. Every thought and dream that haunted me over the last few weeks fueled my hunger, and I could not get enough of her. I hoped this wasn't another cruel joke because my pants were getting too tight and I needed to go all the way.

"Come back to my place," she whispered.

I hoped she didn't live far. This was definitely not how I imagined my day ending, but I was totally down for the detour.

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#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #yasmine angel

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (3)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Traumatic Past

Summary - You really enjoy picking out everything for your room, especially when you find some stuff perfect for any future nesting. However you have a terrible run in with someone from your past, but the boys made a promise they were gonna stick to.

Masterlist

Walking around the store I was lost into all the color variety and options for flooring. I wanted my room to represent the same sunset/sunrise style. I wanted to feel the same comfort and relaxation the sunrise and sunset bring to me. I looked between all the colors, some of the pack had gone off to look around themselves and give me space to make my own decisions. However I could smell Eucalyptus and Dampened Cypress wood grow in intensity. Looking to my left I saw Felix coming over to me. "How's it going doll?" I shook my head. "I'm trying to figure out how to bring my idea to life with the flooring and walls. Other items are easier to think of but this is the most difficult." Felix smiled and grabbed me around the shoulders. "Well tell me about your theme, maybe I can offer some help?" I nodded. "Well there was also one thing that made my days a little better. My mother and I used to watch the sunset and sunrise together, It was one of the few good things we could do with how we lived. So I want my room to represent a sunset or sunrise, or both I guess." Felix gave me a small peck on my cheek. "Thank you for telling more about your life doll, I will make sure you find even more things to enjoy in life." I smiled at him while he continued. "I think you could do a sunset theme gradient on your walls. Like the blue to purple to pink to orange gradient that you can see in the sky." I nodded "But what about the flooring?" He looked at the options for a moment before speaking again. "Maybe a darker color of wood so your walls stand out more, or even a darker shag rug or carpet? that way you still have some comfort."

I gasped. "That's the perfect idea! Let's do that with the walls, and then make the flooring this wood." I pointed to the wood flooring that reminded me of a rich darker chocolate. "Under my bed we can put a dark grey shag rug that gives me about 2 maybe 3 feet of rug before the hard wood?" Felix nodded and called over an employee. He relayed to the worker how much of each thing I would need and what colors of paint I wanted. The other boys had now traversed back over to me and I saw them all smile at me. They all seemed proud of me and the decision I made.

Next we walked out of the store and I began to look around for a bit before I saw a sign saying 'Omega's Heaven' this interested me. Quickly I ran over to see the inside and what they sold. The room was larger than it looked, I bet it took up most of the mall. I could see so many different objects and items, all of which brought a smile to my face. I could feel the omega inside preening at the sight of such glorious things. I quickly went over to the first aisle, seeing pretty things in all colors available. Behind me the boys followed close with two carts. They told me that they knew I needed a lot of things. putting emphasis on the fact that I would be living with them for the rest of my life. Soon I found the decor aisle, I grabbed a few packs of hangable clouds, perfect for my sunset theme. Then I saw the most perfect item I could ever need. it was this little lamp that glowed at just the right hues and brightness level to create a sunset glow in your room. Knowing my room I made sure to grab about 4 before moving on to the blankets aisle. My brain instantly thought about nesting and I hesitated. I know the boys wanted me to get whatever I wanted but would they really be okay with me nesting however I wished. Even if they did want that, did I even know how.

I felt a gentle hand grab my waist as Chan came around to look me in the eyes. Now holding both of my sides, he gave a soft comforting smile. "What wrong little one?" I sighed and spoke softly, but just enough that if you paid attention you could hear me. "I really want a nest but I don't know how to nest really. We were never given a choice when it came to nesting items, some were even shared among the omega's. I don't know what to do with some many options." Chan nodded and kissed my forehead. "You are with us now, we can help you make choices. Some of us grew up with omega's in the family, so we know what kind of things an omega may want. All you have to do then is say yes or no, trust yourself. You are an omega and you know what makes you happy and comfortable." I agreed to his idea and he grabbed my hand leading me down the aisle. "So most omega's like to have their mate's scent in their nest. I know my cousin had 4 mates, so she had a blanket for each one of her mates to cover in their scents. Then they were ready for whenever she went into heat or just needed to nest to relax." I glance at all the different soft fabrics and colors. "I like that idea, I think I know what to do a bit better now. Thanks Channie." He nodded and allowed me to let go of his hand as I walked over to the wall full of the softest furs and plush blankets. I grabbed the an orange blanket with a citrus design all over it. Just by picking the first blanket, I felt my omega grow stronger in my mind. My omega was nearly in control, but I still held enough resolve to complete the task at hand. I grabbed a mixture of blankets and Furs all in the colors that matched my room theme. However each one had a difference of some sort, and each one was specifically chosen with a specific mate in mind.

Soon we had picked out any and all clothes I could need, including body washes and shampoos made specially for the differences in Omega Biology. Seeing the price I had almost passed away, I quickly tried to tell my pack that I didn't need so much. However I was quickly scooped up by Jeongin, who carried me out of the store. "We told you not to worry about the price princess, Nothing is too much for our little omega. Besides if it helps, wee all make more than enough money to sustain any lifestyle you may wish for. We have been waiting for this day, when we met our last mate and finally get to spoil them. We are just so happy our last mate was an omega as cute as yourself. You know princess, your sub gender is a bit rare amongst wolves. That why you are so treasured. Unlike your old pack, most packs take care of their omegas and treat them like royalty. So don't deny us the chance to treat you as such." I nodded. "This is just so different from what I am used to, I have never been treated so nicely by anyone who wasn't an omega." I saw Jeongin's face sour for a moment before he held me closer, pushing my face into his neck near his scent gland. I calmed when his citrus and oak moss scent filled my nose.

"I'm so sorry your last pack was so incompetent and educationless to have treated you in such a way that you don't understand what it means to truly be loved. But we will make sure to teach you everything you need and shower you with tons of love." I smiled and just continued to bask in his scent and warmth.

However that happiness was cut short as I heard a voice I could never forget. Her laugh echoed in my ears like a vipers hiss. I instantly began to try and escape from Jeongin's arms. He in return began to voice his concerns and worries for me, not understanding why I was trying to get out of his arms. That's until her voice broke into our personal space. "Is that little Y/n? did I just find our little escaped pathetic Omega? My brother will be so happy to learn I found his prey..." I could hear the smirk in her voice, small laughs escaping her everyone and then. I felt my body stiffen as tears began to well up in my eyes. I stared Jeongin straight in the eyes, as my fear grew so did his anger.

"Turning and looking at me you pathetic useless girl." Instinctively I turned to see the female alpha and her bright red locks staring back at me. I felt myself begin to shake in fear as those dark eyes brought back painful memories from the past. She and her brother shared a similar pair of dark eyes. As the Pack Alpha's sister she was given more privileges than most other alpha's.

Suddenly I heard the deepest most reverberated growl of my existence. "Who are you to talk to our omega like that, you filthy excuse for an alpha?" Soon infront of me stood Chan, who had begun a stare down with Sang-Hee. She gave him a disgusted look in return and with a scoff she replied "That omega is the property of my brother and his pack. She was born to bare his children and serve him for life, so I suggest you hand her over. You don't want to mess with the blood moon pack." Chan gave a short chuckle. "I don't think you realize who we are, your bloodmoon pack is nothing but a grain of sand next to us. I believe your brother has actually been trying to set a deal with us recently..." I saw her face slowly begin to hint at realization and nearly fear. "That's right you incompetent woman, I am chan Pack Alpha of the Levanter Pack. Now if you could please get the fuck away from us, then maybe I won't show you just how quickly we can destroy your pack from the inside out..." I saw her look at me one more time. Earning 8 growls in return before she finally left.

"Are you okay sweet girl?" I turned around to look at hyunjin who had asked. Once he saw the tears cascading down my face, he instantly ran over and picked me up. Holding onto me tightly, I finally gained enough control over myself to whisper out. "Can we please go back home now?" I felt him nodded quickly before responding with, "Yes we will, we are going home now sweetness, whatever you need we will do for you." I heard quickly rustling and talking before we were quickly walking back out the door. I heard the sounds of the crazy obsessed wolves outside the door, and bright flashing lights. However Hyunjin pushed my face into his neck to hide me more as they all continued to speed walk to the van. Once we got there, Hyunjin handed me over to Minho in the front passenger seat. Everyone all climbing back into their original seats and buckling up. Soon we were driving back home, I could feel Minho rubbing my back as I continued to silently cry into his neck.

It didn't take long before I passed out under the heavy amounts of stress I had taken on the in the last few hours, especially with what had gone down in the last few minutes. I knew that Sang-Jun would soon find out where I was. Knowing him, he was not going to stop at getting me back under his grasp. I could only fear what kind of things the future held for me, I just hope this pack was as strong as they claimed. I just want to survive and be happy, please don't less this all be for not.

Masterlist

#bang chan #seo changbin #childhood trauma #lee minho #yang jeongin #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #kim seungmin #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #traumatic past #lee felix

[quohotos]

Unprompted ideas for Underland Chronicles video games

Well, if the god damn hunger games never got a video game adaptation then underland chronicles never will either, but I can daydream about this.

First: The ones that actually engage with the themes of the story, the faithful adaptations:

The Underland Chronciles: a Telltale series:

Like it says on the tin, a classic Telltale games style story driven narrative adventure game with light slight branching based around your choices. Play as Gregor in a retelling of the five books' events, but with some choices thrown in. In the jungle do you give the shrimp and creamsauce to the kids, or do you give it to Ripred? Ripred will remember that. "Why do you walk two blocks to the laundromat, it's the same price, I checked"

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Y) ...

X) the washers are bigger there?

B) Mind your own business!

A) I dunno, it's just what mom says to do

And of course, the final decision:

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Y) ...

X) Side with Luxa

B) Side with Ripred

A) Refuse to chose, "kill" the warrior

Disco Underland:

Disco Elysium, but set in the underland instead. A narrative RPG where your skills are not combat, but rhetoric and empathy and intellect and stuff. Navigate the tense cyclical trauma of an underland in between wars. Someone in regalia died, and it's your job to figure out who was responsible. All evidence points to a ganwer doing it, and that's what everone wants to believe. Do you tell them the truth, or tell them what they want to hear. If you prove the gnawers innocence will it matter? Perhaps a gnawer did do it, and that's the truth, but telling the truth will lead to a war. Is it worth it to lie and deny justice and closure to the family if it averts something worse? idk, there's legs there

The Underland Trail:

You and your band of diverse underland inhabitants need to get from point a to point b. Encounter random events and manage dwindling resources in an endlessly replayable Oregon Trail style game. Half way to the deadlands and oh no, your only human falls and cuts himself badly. No one else in the group has opposable thumbs. Maybe the spinners can treat him but do you want to take that risk?

Next, we have the neutral adaptations, the ones that make good use of the source material but don't really do anything with the themes

Batball Online:

A sports game where you can play whatever game they were in the middle of before Gregor shows up. Play as either a human or flyer to play different roles, party up with your bond and work together to score goals and climb the ranks against other players in ranked online lobbies. Obviously it's gonna have a detailed character creator and battle pass so you can deck out your human and bat with all manner of (tasteful) cosmetics.

[This would also work as just a mini game side mode in a different game]

Uncharted (lands):

An uncharted style modern 3rd person action adventure game. You could go full playstation exclusive and make it a blue tinted third person action game with themes of fatherhood where you can contextually climb on things. You and your bond are lost in the uncharted land and need to work together to survive. Gameplay is split between on the ground traversal/ exploration, puzzle solving, and tense flying sections. It'd be really cool if you could even play co-op with one player being the human and one player being the bat

Okay, now we've got to the unfaithful adaptations. These ones sure are underland games, and I bet they'd be super fun as well, but they definitely would be in poor taste for what is an anti-violence anti-war story. Suzanne would probably not approve...

Uncharted (Lands)... But you kill people in it:

Basically the idea from above, but with fighting mechanics and lots of combat encounters. Lots of in depth mechanics that utilize both bond's unique abilities and fighting styles. Utilize cool named combo moves like "the coiler". Stealth is interesting too, flying is fast but climbing on walls is quieter. Echo location tells you about the environment but reveals your location.... there's cool game design options there

Underland: Total War:

A 4x-ish grand strategy game in the vein of the total war series. Multiple different factions all with their own play-style, macro objectives, and available units. Engage in diplomacy, try to get unaligned factions to join your cause, and when war breaks out zoom in to intense RTS battles with hundreds of units that you can micro manage in massive subterranean three dimensional environments. Humans are great damage dealers but need light, Gnawers are deadly and easy to micro but have little in the way of tech and specialization, Flyers are mobile and great scouts but are fragile in a fight, Crawlers don't deal great damage but can hold a choke point like no one else... you get the picture. Don't even get me started on Rager Hero Units and prophecies. Play as Solovet and unlock new technology like "Fire arrows" and "The curse of the warmbloods", play as Gorger be sure to keep your overland prisoners healthy while they work on inventing guns for you, or play as Ripred and play both sides until the time is right to betray them both!

Dynasty Ragers:

Ripred tends to crack at 400 to 1? Wanna put that to the test? Play as everyone's favorite war criminal hearthrob and/or father figure as you slaughter hoards uppon hoards of enemies with his trademark spin attack in mindless hack-and-slash dynasty warriors style gameplay. Oh and of course we have to give him a dedicated emote/quip wheel. Is this what the Underland chronicles is about? Not at all! Would it be awesome? I mean yeah probably, but I'd feel really guilty playing it.

Yeah those were my ideas, thought I'd write them down. Feel free to add your own in the reblogs and the comments.

#but please don't tell me to actually make any of them because I am very busy making other games at the moment and making games is very hard #the underland chronicles #tuc #gregor the overlander #video game ideas

[howaboutcastiel]

Hello, I love your fics. I wondered what you think about the moon boys' reaction to their cis girlfriend, whose style oscillates between hyper femme and super masc? Like, one day she's super cute in floral dresses, and the next day she's in a full-ass suit looking handsome as heck?

Thenku

I’m finally churning through my asks as a means of procrastination. (Side note: I WAS just knee-deep in my work, but I saw a spider on my desk so all bets are off now.)

So listen…

Jake:

Loves his princesa, we know this. You wear a dress, he swoons. Lipstick? He could pass out from the sight.

He’s gonna absolutely sneak his hands up your dress/skirt no matter where he is.

Jake loves powerful women, whatever way they choose to display their power. If you walk out of the bathroom one day dressed in a suit and tie, his first words are gonna be “step on me.”

His NEXT words are gonna be “you look so fucking sexy, princesa.” And then he’s trying way too hard to get into those dress pants before you’ve even gone where you needed to go.

He likes to buy you dresses and lingerie and girly cutesy stuff, but you also find him looking at wine-colored suit jackets one day when he’s out with you.

When you sit with your legs parted? Leaned back, not a care in the world and taking up as much space as you can? You’re practically inviting him in.

He comes to sit on your lap.

Jake is crazy for you no matter how you dress for him, but if you’re dressing fem, he’s gonna try to eat you alive. If you’re dressing masc, he wants YOU to eat HIM alive.

Steven:

Could never choose a favorite way that you dress. He’s head-over-heels whether you’re dressed in a three piece suit or in a crop top and skirt.

He really tries to match his energy to yours. It’s a more fem day for you? He proposes going out to get your nails done together. Yes, Steven will get a manicure with you.

Honestly? He can’t help but get hard every time he sees you in a suit. Especially if you’re wearing heels with it, double points if the heels make you taller than him (or meet him at eye level.)

He’s downright intimidated by you. He’s captivated, he can’t keep his hands off of you. He turns whiny and flustered and desperate and good luck going anywhere dressed like that without the night ending in him worshipping you.

Steven has a bit more dominant energy when you dress feminine. He’s still a simp, no question about that 😂, but he takes initiative and falls back on the flowers and chocolates and candle-lit dinners.

If he’s giddy enough or drunk enough he’ll end up carrying you bridal style by the end of the night, laughing as you protest and then swoon at his surprising strength.

Marc (listen, this one’s controversial):

Feels like he’s supposed to like you more when you dress all ladylike, and don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves it.

When you dress masc, though? He’s absolutely feral and bad at hiding it. He doesn’t get intimidated like his alter does, but he does get extremely flustered.

Sometimes he feels the need to match or even challenge your masculinity. He can’t help it, it’s like you’re teasing him by being so strong and powerful and sexy and sexy and HOT

He always loses. Sorry Marc. By the end of the night he’s on his fuckin knees for you. Every time.

When you dress fem, he likes to imagine the two of you are in simpler times, like a soon-to-be nuclear family. It brings him peace, it makes him feel successful. He’s earned the family he always wanted.

He gets all chivalrous and gentlemanly and borderline misogynistic about it, but he can’t help it. You’re his girl and you deserve the world and he’s going to give it to you.

Listen, I KNOW these are abstract and they’re controversial and indecisive and YOU KNOW??? THATS FINE WITH ME. These boys are going feral over a hot lady in a suit, we all know it.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight x you #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #masterlist