#these two urges are literally so hard to overcome

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Stepdad! Miguel O'Hara. Always trying not to see you for the pretty princesa he's been fucking for months, even before he married your mom. Trying to stop the onslaught of lust and animalistic urge that overcomes him whenever you're around.

He finds himself failing when, late one night, he's making his way to the kitchen when he hears the familiar sound of your moans and whimpers. Unable to help himself, he wanders toward your bedroom, surprised to find your door slightly ajar.

The scent of your arousal is thick, making his mouth water and his cock spring to attention. He peeks into your bedroom, delighted when he finds you spread on the bed, fingers stuffed into your soaked cunt.

You writhe and whine, breath heavy. He can hear your pussy squelching in the little breaks between your sounds. He reaches for himself, adjusting his cock and trying to push away the desire.

But then you have to go and moan, “Miguel! Miguel, please!”

He loses it. He's just about seeing red as he bursts into your room, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

You jump, embarrassed, and he's on you almost instantly, in you within mere minutes.

As he slides into you, you moan, body shuddering beneath him.

“Yes, princesa,” he groans, holding your thighs spread wide, his eyes dark with lust as he watches himself pump into you. “Oh, fuck, I missed this pretty little pussy.”

You whimper, hands rolling into fists around the bed sheets, eyes fluttering shut. “Miguel!” you gasp, and he goes harder, faster, deeper. You swear you can feel him almost quite literally rearranging your guts.

He leans over you, pulling your legs over his shoulders and fucking you impossibly rougher. He holds onto the bed frame, your bed squeaking with every hard, borderline painful thrust. But it feels so good. It's just too good for you to want to stop.

He bites your neck, your shoulder, kisses your lips until they're swollen. He fucks you like an animal starved, going round after round even when you're on the verge of passing out.

And then he gives you one final orgasm before finishing himself, filling you up with his thick, hot load.

The next day, at breakfast, your mom sees the hickeys across your neck. “What's that?!” she gasps.

You exchange looks with Miguel who, much to your surprise, looks absolutely innocent—which he should definitely not.

This ends with you getting grounded, never mind the fact that you're twenty-two already.

Your mom leaves later to go grocery shopping and for a coffee with friends.

Miguel takes care of ensuring you learn your lesson.

Bent over the tabletop, pussy raw and soaked. You take pounding after pounding, his seed spilling into you again and again until you're seeing stars.

He tugs at your hair, forcing your back to arch. “You better make damn sure no one ever knows about any of this,” he warns. “Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, not only discipline you. And you don't want that, do you, princesa?”

Well. Honestly? Yes. You'd absolutely love it.

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[scarlet-bitch]

GLITCH. (Part Two)

18+ MDNI. Literally it’s just porn. If you want some plot read GLITCH : Part One

What was supposed to be a simple blind date - a quiet dinner, that perhaps would’ve ended with a chaste goodnight kiss - has spiraled into something else entirely. Now, you’re in the back of a van, caught between Steve's soft whispers and Eddie’s tantalizing touch.

You blame Robin.

———

Your lips feel swollen and from what you can see in the dim lighting of the van, both Steve and Eddie’s are too. Evidence of the intensity the three of you shared as your lips became one.

"Ready?" Steve whispers, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes.” you reply, sounding a little more eager than you’d hoped.

Steve exchanges a knowing glance with Eddie, silently signaling towards the rear doors of the van. Eddie nods, his gaze lingering on you before he gently withdrew his hand from your thigh, moving from his spot on your left, to reposition in front of you.

"Could you move up a bit, baby? Just for a moment,” Steve requests, placing his hand on the small of your back and gently urging you forward.

You comply, shifting closer to Eddie, who steadies you with a touch at your waist.

Steve maneuvers behind you, his presence enveloping you as he settles in, his knees bending slightly on either side of you. His hands found your hips, guiding you until you leaned back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through your clothes, sending a ripple of anticipation through you.

Steve's warm breath tickles your ear as he leans in closer, "Relax, honey.“

You took a deep breath, letting yourself ease into Steve's embrace. His grip on your hips loosens, his hands now gently massage your sides as you relax into the moment.

Eddie trails his hand from your waist, finally resting it back on your thigh. Now that your senses aren’t overloaded, you can’t help noticing the roughness of Eddie’s fingertips as he traces soothing circles on your skin, the cold metal of his rings contrasting with the warmth of your body.

Inside the cramped confines of the van, every sensation feels magnified. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, faintly scented with leather seats and a hint of alcohol. Outside, rain softly taps, creating a cocoon of privacy that suspends reality for the three of you. Heart racing, you shift your gaze between Steve and Eddie, a swirl of excitement and uncertainty filling you about the moments to come.

Eddie's hand on your thigh moves higher, his thumb grazing under the fabric of your dress. “Is this okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Mhmm.” Your eyes intently glued to his hand and how close it is to where you ache.

Steve’s presence behind you, enhancing this moment. His lips peppering soft kisses along your neck as his hands grab the skirt of your dress and slowly hike it up until your panties are visible.

You’re not usually one to hook up on a first date, especially a blind date, so tonight you didn’t plan for anyone to be seeing what you wearing underneath. To your surprise, the simple white cotton panties don’t disappoint. Eddie letting out a low groan from seeing the way they hug your cunt, the very evident wet patch making them see through, clinging to your folds. Steve can’t see everything from his position, but he still has a damn good view and the sight of the damp patch causes his dick to twitch.

“When you watched me tonight, mesmerized by my hands, is this what you thought about?” Eddie asks while trailing a finger down your covered slit.

You gasp at the sensation. Nodding your head, unable to form words as Eddie gently teases his finger up and down your slick soaked panties. If Eddie thought he was hard before, feeing how wet you actually were, made it painful. “Already soaked, and we’re only just getting started.” Eddie teases.

You shift your hands from your sides to your chest, overcome with the urge to conceal yourself in embarrassment at his words.

Steve recognizes what you’re doing instantly, grabbing your arms and guiding them back to your sides. "Hey, it's okay," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “We want to make you feel good.”

“We’re very glad to know we are.” Eddie whispers, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips.

You moan into it, having missed the taste of him. The combination of his soft kiss and his gentle finger toying with your clothed pussy, is making your heart race. You can feel Steve shift behind you, his hard cock pressing against your back.

Eddie pulls back, a grin spreading on his lips as he feels your arousal continue to seep through your panties. He removes his finger, and you unintentionally buck your hips up at the loss of contact.

Eddie holds his glistening index finger towards Steve, “Wanna taste?”

Steve leans in, opening his mouth, and sucking your juices off of his finger, pulling away slowly. Eddie lets out a deep sigh, not quite realizing the effect that would have on him when he offered.

"So sweet," Steve moans softly, his lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. The taste of him, mixed with the taste of yourself, causing more wetness to pool between your thighs.

Steve breaks the kiss, and his hands begin roaming over your body with purpose, sliding your dress up, and you instantly put your hands up so he can pull it over your head. You felt Eddie's fingers now slipping beneath your panties, “Can I take these off?”

You nod insistently.

Eddie shimmies your panties off of you slowly, and Steve’s eyes are glued to the scene, his dick straining hard in his jeans. A taste wasn’t enough. He wants his tongue inside you. “What a pretty little pussy.” He rasps into your ear.

Eddie throws your drenched panties to the side, leaving you sat between them, only in your bra. “Pretty indeed.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing at their words, and you whine at the emptiness. In anticipation you lift your hips up towards Eddie, begging to be filled by his fingers and he lets out a chuckle. “You’re a needy girl, huh?”

“Please.” It comes out breathier than you expect. Fuck. You’re a fucking mess right now, and they are loving every second of it. A groan leaving both their lips hearing you beg.

Steve's hands continue their exploration on your body, unhooking your bra and sliding it off, before hands slip to trace the curve of your breasts. He moans at the feeling of your fullness in his hands. Your eyes shut and you throw your head back on his shoulder, hissing at the feeling of his large hands caressing your breasts, the warmth of them against your pebbled nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Ah-Ahhh.” You moan, eyes flying open as you feel Eddie’s tongue lick a thick stripe through your folds. You were too caught up in Steve’s touch to notice Eddie’s change in position. Sprawling himself as much as he could in the confined space to lean down, and lap at your wetness.

“Harrington’s right, so fucking sweet.” He murmurs against your pussy. The feeling is tantalizing.

Steve groans at the sight, wishing it was him between your legs, but he also can’t get over how pretty Eddie looks with your arousal dripping from his face.

You feel Steve press his lips against your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

You think you could probably cum if they keep this up, but even if you could you don’t want to, not yet. Never have you ever felt this, euphoric.

Eddie and Steve, the dynamic fucking duo. Literally.

Eddie stops his teasing licks, and runs his finger over your slit. It’s different than earlier, without the barrier of your panties, your cunt is trying to suck him in.

“Fuck.” You whimper.

Eddie's touch became more insistent, his fingers finding your clit and starting slow, teasing circles that made your breath hitch in your throat.

You move your left hand on top of Steve’s as his hands are stilling playing with your breasts, alternating between kneading them, and toying with your nipples, mouth sucking at the skin under your ear, while Eddie is teasing your cunt. Your right hand goes behind you, finding Steve’s hair and running your fingers through it, as you arch your body into Eddie’s touch.

“I-I, need more.” Your breath is ragged, each touch and kiss intensifying the desire that burned within.

“Tell him exactly what you need, baby.” Steve encouraged, nipping gently at your earlobe.

“I need your fingers,” you pant. “Inside me, Eddie.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” He mutters, groaning at the sound of his name spilling from your lips with such desperation. If this was anyone else, Eddie would keep teasing them, relentlessly, but seeing your pleading eyes, and your quivering bottom lip he can’t do it to you. He just wants to make you feel good.

He trails his finger from your clit, to where you desire him most, circling your entrance slowly causing you to whimper at his touch, rolling your hips up, begging to be filled. Then before you know it, Eddie sinks two fingers into you. It feels fucking delicious.

“Goddamn it, Steve. She’s so fucking warm.” He says, gritting his teeth. This is it. Eddie thinks he’s finally going to blow his load, because your pretty little pussy is wrapped so tightly around his fingers, he can’t help but imagine the way you’d feel on his cock. Rutting his hips into the carpet of the van just for a little relief.

Tears are beginning to prick at your eyes from the sensation. The feeling of Eddie’s skillful digits in your pussy while Steve is caressing your body whispering about how good you’re taking it, makes your skin feel like it’s been ignited on fire.

The view before Steve is a fucking vision. Eddie’s mouth falling open locked in a haze as he’s pumping his fingers into your sweet cunt, while tears are beginning to spill from your eyes. “Such a good girl. You're taking him so well, baby.” Steve whispers, his voice smooth and reassuring, a stark contrast to the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Steve's right hand abandoned your breast, delving deeper, until his middle finger found your clit.

“Shit, oh fuck, fuck.” The sensation of Steve’s touch on your clit in tandem with Eddie’s finger’s thrusts overwhelm you.

The sight of both of them rubbing your aching desire was nearly enough to make you explode, the tension building inside of you at a rapid pace.

In the dim light, you could see Eddie between your thighs. Mouth parted as his eyes plea for you to give him all you’ve got, thin layer of sweat on his face, and remnants of you are still glistening on his chin - he looks heaven sent.

“Steve, I want- ahhhh fuck, I-I need to see you too.”

Steve let out a deep groan, releasing his hands from their place on your breast and you clit, sliding them along the soft flesh of your sides. He gives a firm squeeze as he lightly ground his hips into the small of back.

Eddie starts to reposition at your words, fingers still expertly stroking your pussy, he adjusts back up on his knees, left hand hooking under your arm pulling you up towards him, as you place your hands on his shoulders. This position allows his fingers to hit another angle and you can’t help but let out a cry. Eddie urges you further up, repositioning you on your own knees, wrapping his left arm around your waist pulling you into him. Your ass now exposed to Steve, as he shifts to this knees as well, hands giving a rough squeeze to the fat of your ass, as his lips place open mouth kisses on your neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie moans before pulling you into a kiss as you begin riding his fingers, your ass now grinding against Steve’s strained cock. Eddie’s mouth trails down your jaw, making his way to your chest, tongue flicking out to tease your left nipple, before popping it into his mouth, sucking harshly.

The van rocks gently, each touch and caress deepening the connection between the three of you. In this moment, all that can be felt is the raw, primal need for release.

——

Steve’s made his way in front of you, enveloping your right nipple in his mouth. He takes a different approach than Eddie, who is still sucking your left, aggressively. Steve is slow, savoring it, you can feel the precise swirl of his tongue, and my God the contrast is perfection.

Your hands reach out, giving a tight squeeze to the bulge in their jeans. From what you can tell, they seem similar in size, Steve slightly longer, Eddie slightly thicker. They moan in unison around your nipples at the feeling.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie groans, removing his mouth from you as you palm him. He grips your waist, with his left hand, head lulling on your shoulder as he starts to lose his balance from the feeling. His fingers still inside you, as you continue swirling your hips to aid in the friction.

Steve licks a trail from your nipple to collarbone, nipping gently at the delicate skin, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as you continue to rub him through his jeans.

Just as you think these men are putty in your hands, Eddie removes his fingers from you and you realize, they still have the upper hand.

“No, please.” You whine, the ache of the emptiness consuming you, so much so - that you can’t help but remove your hands from their bodies.

“I have a feeling you’re gonna like this.” He whispers, biting gently on your ear lobe. Eddie smirks at Steve who’s so blissed out his eyes are half open.

Eddie guides you back, so you’re lying down as you were earlier, just without Steve behind you. Your legs are bent, spread open wide, and Steve is finally getting the full view of your pretty pussy. He all about growls when he sees it. Your arousal dripping, begging to be cleaned up by him and in instant his mouth is on you. Eddie lets out a chuckle, sitting back watching the way Steve teases your clit with his tongue.

Steve’s using the same circle movements he used on your nipple, kitten licking your swollen clit before sucking it softly into his mouth.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god, yes, Steve. Fuck.” Tears are pricking at your eyes at the feeling.

Steve releases your clit, and starts kissing down your slit, tracing his tongue around your entrance before he dips in, fucking you gently with it, his nose brushing your clit, the sensation causing you to writhe beneath him.

Your eyes are locked with Eddie’s as he’s staring intently on Steve devouring your pussy. “Do you like watching us, Eddie,” you moan.

His grin is wide, shaking his head as you all but bliss out on Steve’s tongue. Your orgasm is building back up, and you don’t know if you can fight it off any longer. But you have to. You need them both.

“Do you want to touch yourself.”

He nods again, Steve grunts on your pussy at your words, desperately wanting that same luxury.

“Steve, do you want that too?”

He removes his tongue, placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh as he lifts his head up. “Very much.” He rasps, his voicing cracking with want.

“I want that for you both too,” you rasp. “But I really want, more than anything is for you to make me cum harder than I ever have, together. You’ve both gotten me so close, but I needed to see both of your pretty faces. Can you do this for me, please.” Your voice is breathy, and seductive, the words leave your lips in an almost sing song way that makes Steve groan.

“Christ. Whatever you want, pretty girl.” Eddie whispers, leaning in to place his hand on your thigh.

You tell them how you want it. Eddie’s perfect fingers back inside you, Steve’s fingers on your clit all while they touch themselves, but only over their boxers, and you want them to cum with you and to see their faces while they unravel.

—-

As Steve and Eddie worked in harmony, their movements synchronized, you felt your orgasm approaching.From the look on their faces, they were close too. Tears are spilling from your eyes, profanities falling from their lips. Then suddenly you feel it, Eddie’s fingers hit your gspot and you can all but see stars.

“Ah fuck, that’s the spot, huh.” Eddie whispered, hooking his fingers upwards.

Steve doubles down on the movements on your clit, matching Eddie’s pace.

“Yes, right there. Please, fuck, don’t fucking stop.”

Steve looks like he’s about to cry himself, the feeling is so fucking overwhelming, the sight of you absolutely losing yourself because of him and Eddie. His hand tightens around his boxer clad cock, with the same rhythm, as his other hand on your clit. “Let go, baby girl.” Steve whispers.

Eddie’s breath is quickening, trying not to lose his pace on his own thrusts, as he focuses on bringing you to your release.

“I feel you clenching, sweetheart. Go on, do as Steve said, give it to us.”

That’s all it took. The prettiest men you’ve ever seen, coaxing you to orgasm, only for you to squirt all over their pretty fucking faces, while they released at the same time.

Steve’s mouth falling open as he came, your juices hitting his tongue, as he murmurs profanities, Eddie’s fingers relentless on your cunt, riding you through your orgasm, as he hits his, with the loudest whimper as he leans towards Steve, catching his mouth in a kiss, to taste your squirt on his tongue. The sight before you enhancing the sense of euphoria even further.

The inside of the van, is filled with the sound of your combined panting. The three of you completely spent, soaked in sweat, and your release following the aftermath of your orgasms. Eddie and Steve move to either side of you, caressing you softly, and intertwining limbs and as you come down.

You feel too amazing to be truly embarrassed but you’ve never done that. It felt like pure fucking ecstasy, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Sorry, that’s never happened before,” you admit, your voice barely more than a whisper, tinged with a soft laugh as you struggle to regain your composure.

Eddie stroked your hair, giving you a kiss to your cheek. “No need for apologies, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You did so fucking good, baby.” Steve whispered.

You chuckle, savoring the afterglow of the night’s turn of events. You'll make a point to thank Robin when you see her at work on Monday.

[antianakin]

It's probably been around a while and I just haven't encountered it before now, but the "yes everyone would have murdered a village down to the last child in that situation" take is a new one for me! Like would I have been justifiably upset in that situation? Yes. But what would I have done in that moment myself? Probably run. Granted I am not a person with a ton of unfathomable powers and a weapon I have spent a decade training to use that can cut through literally everything, but still. The argument that "well yeah EVERYONE would've done exactly what Anakin did" kinda falls apart when you think about it for two seconds because wow is that not what I would do when faced with being alone in the middle of an entire community of people who just captured and tortured my innocent mother for several weeks.

But it's also VERY hard to argue that this is even how everyone would react to this situation in Star Wars.

They literally have an entire arc where they explicitly have Obi-Wan's old nemesis who killed Obi-Wan's Master come to attack the home planet of someone he loves, captures her, and then murders her right in front of Obi-Wan with Obi-Wan helpless to save her. He then goads Obi-Wan into reacting in anger and Obi-Wan's reaction is to refuse to engage. He very explicitly refuses to even attack Maul because he knows he'd be reacting in anger and he's literally seen exactly where that leads before and overcome it. So when Obi-Wan IS put in an extremely similar situation, he chooses not to just go out and attack everybody as a result. He doesn't give in to his anger and fly to Dathomir to go kill every single Nightbrother on the planet as a form of justice for Satine, which is what this person is arguing is how literally anybody would react when placed in that situation.

Reva Sevander has every reason to despise Anakin, more reason than Anakin had to despise the Tuskens. And yet when she goes after Luke to try to kill him after she fails to kill Anakin, that becomes a line she can't cross. More accurately, it's a line Reva CHOOSES not to cross. So when put in that situation with all the same anger and grief as Anakin had with the opportunity to get her vengeance by killing an innocent child, Reva makes the active choice not to do what Anakin did. So while the impulse obviously was still there with Reva, she was fully capable of choosing not to go through with it. And Reva's been soaking in Darkness since she was about 8-10 years old, getting tortured and broken as an Inquisitor, surrounded by the corpses of her people, with zero support of any kind that she can turn to for comfort or guidance. Anakin had spent the last 10 years in a warm loving environment with people who cared for him and still had most of those people available to him to support him in this time of grief. And yet when faced with the same choice, Reva chose to pull back and let Luke live, but Anakin just kept going and massacred an entire village. It's a CHOICE, not an uncontrollable urge.

You know the only other person I can think up off the top of my head who DOES canonically have a similar reaction to Anakin's?

Aleksander Kallus.

Kallus explicitly states that he leads a genocide against the Lasat as vengeance for ONE Lasat killing a unit of Imperial soldiers in self defense. An entire species is nearly wiped out of existence because Kallus decided to let his anger control him.

But there are NUMEROUS other characters in Star Wars who we see lose people they love and proceed to not go on a murder spree against innocent people and children as a result. And the ones that do are pretty explicitly villains whose actions when in those situations are used to showcase just how villainous they are. Which indicates that it's NOT a normal reaction because otherwise it wouldn't really mean anything as a villain identifier. If it's something just about anyone would've done, it's probably not that villainous. The point of it NEEDS to be that most people WOULDN'T do that, even in justified anger.

[thoughtspresso]

Oshi No Ko was about Arima Kana all along.

And I think there’s a real possibility she may die at the end.

Or be placed in the way of grave danger.

I was reading some AquKane shippers say something about how they don’t understand AquaKana, and why the writers and directors keep clearly pushing Kana towards Aqua when they barely share any chemistry. Whereas, in their belief, his relationship with Akane is more honest, deeper, whatever. I’m not here to argue about that. But I get where they’re coming from. And the simple explanation is this:

It’s because this whole story was written for Arima Kana.

I’ve seen some Youtubers talk about how this whole story was meant to be fulfillment for Ruby/Sarina’s dream to become the next great Idol, something about Amaterasu favoring her.

And that’s near what I thought of it. But I really think if the God of Entertainment wanted to bless a child with cancer a second life as the world’s great idol, they’d also give her a great singing voice, y’know?

Spoilers for the manga, of course as we go along on this explanation. So anime onlies, get caught up before you start reading me ramble.

Here we go:

1. Arima Kana is the embodiment of Amaterasu, not Ruby.

Or at least, Amaterasu’s appointed representative, or her favorite daughter.

To give you a run-down of some of the core Shinto/Japanese Mythology that is important for the story, the Creator God Izanaki had three children:

Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun.

Tsukuyomi, the Moon.

Susanoo, the Storm.

The story goes that Amaterasu and Susanoo had a competition about who could create better gods. So Amaterasu took Susanoo’s Totsuka-no-Tsurugi* (longsword) and split it into three, from which she birthed the three Munakata goddesses.

And woncha knowit, there are three great actresses born in that year?

*A reminder that Kana plays the character Tsurugi, which literally just means Sword. And Akane’s character Saya-hime just literally means Sheath or Scabbard Princess.

In this bet, Amaterasu got clever with the rules and won on a technicality. Susanoo went on a rampage, destroyed Amaterasu’s ricefield, and flayed Amaterasu’s favorite divine horse*, and then threw its body at her loom.

*The name Arima is spelled with the Kanji of Horse & Exist/Live. 

Amaterasu, in her grief, flees into a cave, believed to be Amano Iwato cave, right in the town of Takachiho, Amamiya Gorou’s hometown, and the death place of  Tendouji Sarina.

The being that draws Amaterasu out of there was the Goddess of the Dawn, known also as the Goddess of the Revelry & Arts, a being that Aqua says he knows well, and believes there’s a grain of truth to:

And how does Ame-no-Uzume draw Amaterasu out of her grief?

By throwing an absolute rager, and dancing really wildly that it catches her attention and makes all the gods around them laugh so hard. Just like:

Ame-no-Uzume will later on marry a diety who tried to block her passage before, Sarutohiko, who in Ise is worshipped as the god who illuminates the world.

That’s some divinity-level AquaKana shipping right there.

Just like how Aka Akasaka wrote the story of Kaguya-sama: Love Is War about two lovers who couldn’t be together just like in the myth of Kaguya, but having his characters overcome all odds to defy divine fate, I do believe that apart from the parallels to the mythology like he did in Kaguya-sama, there is very literal divine intervention this time in Oshi No Ko.

I think what’s happening is that the gods, particularly Amaterasu and Susanoo are quarelling again about who could create better gods, just like before, but now more of whose favored child will shine the brightest and be worshipped by the most humans. But just like last time, Susanoo may have been enraged, especially at the sexual assault of his chosen Hikaru Kamiki, that he possessed him with a corrupting force that urges him to destroy shining stars before they reach their peak, hence the murders of Himekawa Airi, Hoshino Ai**, and Katayose Yura.

Which by the way, the name Hikaru means Radiant Light!

And Hoshino means Field of Stars!

Whether it’s because Amaterasu is angry that every daughter she sends to earth is slaughtered by Susanoo’s chosen, or just because she wants to win their competition, she appoints Ame-no-Uzume to assist in safeguarding her new favored one from Kamiki’s clutches. Her new favored one being Arima Kana.

And therefore, Ame-no-Uzume takes the souls of two motherless humans who had passed before they could shine and sent them to become Hoshino Ai’s twin children. It was all anyway happening in her territory of Takachiho at the most opportune time.

Ame-no-Uzume is also known as The Goddess of Dance, as well as The Great Pursuader. And wouldn’t you know, that’s exactly the gifts that the Hoshino Twins received.

An energetic performer who takes the stage with dance:

And a deceptive, persuasive, extremely believable actor, who:

fooled his own sister into believing she had been rejected from an audition

pretended to scout an idol from a competing agency to research them

get Director Gotanda to raise him and train him

make Akane not just date him, but follow him down a destructive path

convince Kana and Mem to join IchigoPro

impersonate Pieyon for several days straight

Anyway, I truly, truly believe that unbeknownst to Aqua, his true mission is just to keep drawing Kana out of her darkness until she shines the brightest. Which is what he keeps doing anyway:

2. The Timing of the whole Oshi No Ko plot is aligned with Arima Kana’s rise to unprecedented stardom.

The story of Ai Hoshino’s pregnancy and meeting of Gorou Amamiya in a quaint hospital occurs at the beginning of Arima Kana’s life, just after she is born.

She meets Aqua Hoshino around age 4, already talented, and already extremely arrogant which could have easily been the demise of her career. But meeting Aqua and seeing his acting was a necessary wake-up call for her, that it brings her to tears. She never forgets this experience that she brought that lesson with her to her adulthood: that she can’t be satisfied and keep working harder, and to be a better communicator with her colleagues. At their first point of contact, Aqua already becomes the reason why Arima Kana’s acting career survives the slump.

They meet again in high school, when Arima Kana has one acting job in a lackluster production of Sweet Today. The ratings had plummeted, if not for the fact that Aqua came onto the set to draw out the best acting Arima Kana could deliver. After this, Arima receives much more respect and recognition from her colleagues in the industry beyond just being cast to bring some legitimacy to their production.

It’s because of Aqua and Ruby that Kana joins IchigoPro’s Idol Division, and her career is reborn anew. Such that, even after quitting B-Komachi, Arima states she never regretted the decision to join, because otherwise the career of Arima Kana would have been already over. 

It’s because of Aqua’s presence that Arima trains to become better and better as an idol. Aqua kept drawing out the light from Kana’s eyes, to the point that it catches the attention of the crowd who previously had no interest in her.

It’s because of her experience as an idol that she regains the confidence and sense of greed necessary to grab the attention of the audience when on stage, such that even Akane recognizes this change in her when Arima takes the stage as Tsurugi for the 2.5 Adadptation of Tokyo Blade.

And it’s because of all of these that she captures the attention of award-winning Director Masanori Shima, who lines up some roles for her when her acting schedule had dried up. It’s once again because of Kana’s dedication towards Aqua that Shima D finds her so interesting that he was most willing to promise her the best role possible.

It was as if Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto appointed Aqua and Ruby to come draw Arima Kana out of her Cave, and bring the Sun out again, just like how the deity drew out Amaterasu.

If you think about the title of the show, Oshi No Ko, it literally means The Favorite Child. God’s favored child. Arima Kana had been born chosen by Amaterasu from the very beginning. And Ame-no-Uzume is sending Aqua and Ruby to aid on this quest.

Which explains why it seems like there had been a mission communicated to Aqua from the very beginning. And why Ai was never going to be reincarnated at all.

You would think that if The Crow Girl, which we assume is the divine guide Yatagarasu, was communicating with Aqua about his revenge plan or helping him find Kamiki, that Aqua would hold a more favorable relationship with The Crow whenever it appears to give advice, no?

But it’s exactly the opposite. Because The Crow is guiding him into something that is different from his personal goal that Aqua doesn’t understand.

And this is where I think Arima Kana could be put in danger.

3. Arima Kana is Hikaru Kamiki’s next target.

There were earlier theories that thought Kurokawa Akane was the one to die next, because of what people have now learned of Kamiki’s serial murderer profile targeting big celebrities before their peak, and because Akane had received a bouquet of white roses from him when she won an award.

The chapter when it was expected to happen was a fake-out from Aka Akasaka, and some people think it’s still possible that she’s the target. In fact, I keep seeing recent theory videos who discount Kana and say she’s “the safest”. Hah! If only!

The scenes with Shima D weren’t just a mere plot point to bring scandal to Arima’s name, and threaten her career and life enough that it pushes Aqua to reveal his mother’s secret in exchange. But it’s there because this is the upward path for Arima Kana. So far, the only people who have witnessed her dazzling star power have been fans of the Sweet Today manga, idol otakus, and people who attended Tokyo Blade. That’s not really masterpiece-of-the-century, performing-at-the-dome level. None of these gigs have placed her center stage in what could be Film of the Year, and a Best Actress spot. Now, the chance is here, and it’s real:

I think, The 15-Year-Lie will attempt to draw out Hikaru Kamiki, or that Aqua intends to reveal himself in the movie looking like him, and reveal the identity of his father.

But I also think what would happen is that they would be unsuccessful at taking him down completely. Instead, from the movie, he would be interested in Arima Kana, and target her through the course of her Shima D movie, and plan to kill her before an important awards night.

Alternatively, now that Kana is changing her focus to film, she may consider moving agencies, and ask Frill Shiranui about her agent. And if we’re right, she is likely represented by Kamiki Productions.

Either way, Kamiki will pay attention to her and try to kill her just before she reaches her highest.

But I don’t think Arima Kana will die. I think instead of being saved by Aqua, it’ll be Kana who takes Kamiki down. Echoing back to her getting mad at Aqua for thinking that avoiding her was protecting her, and Aqua believing that Kana doesn’t need help since she’s strong enough to take care of herself.

And then maybe, it’s Arima Kana who draws Aqua out of the darkness too.

And, just like with Kaguya and Shirogane Miyuki, Aka Akasaka is once again writing a story about two people who will defy a fate of divine tragedy, and come out of it being more truthful with each other than they’ve been with themselves all along.

[hoffmanxfurthermore]

Right Now You're Feeling Helpless

(REVISED VERSION)

So I sent the story to my friend and he kinda rewrote it for me. He's a way better writer than I haha. Enjoy!!

Content warning: bondage/dominance,  rough sex, aftercare, sadism, masochism, teasing, cussing, dirty talk, pain, nsfw, 18+, mark hoffman x reader, p in v penetration, possible cnc??? Literally just straight up porn w little context bc i can't write anything else lmao.

Just another Thank-Hell- it's Friday night.. Laying alone on your bed, waiting on your partner to get home..it'll be late again. He's investigating the latest Jigsaw murder. It has become much more difficult to disguise his planning of this particular murder, hard for him to fly under the radar. You'd peeked in his drawer earlier in the day. The drawings of it made you feel some type of raw and savage way. There was something about how the person was suspended that was more than just slightly arousing. 

The thin tank top feels perfectly tight and totally matches with your sexy black underwear. You lay back on the bed, closing your eyes as your fingertips graze your already rock-hard nipples. 

Mark hated it when you pleased yourself without him there, but you figured he wouldn't be home for another hour or two. You are too excited for him right now to wait. Since he hates it, in a way, you love it because he will always respond by being so rough with you.. And he was so good at it. Anticipation of the punishment he will visit upon you makes the excitement grow to an unbearable level. The urge to touch yourself is unstoppable now.

Lifting your tank top with one hand, your other hand moves down your body and slips between your legs. You've just barely started to think about him, but you're already getting so wet..clear silky liquid is dripping down your pussy lips and the crack of your ass. Fuck, you need it so much right now!

Pulling off your panties, you drop them on the floor next to you. Then your tank top. Closing your eyes and moaning softly, yearning for him to pound you as you slide your fingers in between your soaking wet lips, you gasp for breath at the first touch of your wet hole. Completely absorbed in the thought of being filled by him, you don't even hear him come in or notice him standing at the foot of the bed, watching. 

"What the hell is this?" He demands. 

Your eyes snap open, and you gasp, quickly pulling your glistening wet hand from between your legs.

"Mark! I-" 

"You just couldnt wait for me to get home, could you?" 

His shoes, jacket, and tie were already off, and he's working on unbuttoning his shirt. 

"I wasn't expecting you for a couple more hours, and I just couldn't wait!" You stammered as he quickly finished getting undressed, his eyes piercing into your soul with the dark intensity that betrays the power he is about to unleash in you.

Like lightning, he climbs on top of you, pinning you down. You gasp in instinctual fear but are quickly overcome with exhilaration by his power and although you are momentarily scared, you also feel a sense of comfort as his weight bears down on you, his legs spreading out on top of yours, and his feet pushing your ankles into the mattress, making you fully unable to move. He was already rock hard and throbbing right against your sensitive clit, the pre-cum dripping out making it hard for the tip of his cock to stay still, it slips with pressure against your throbbing clit.

"I don't care, you wait for me," he said, sinking his thick cock deep inside you. As it fills you inch by inch, seeming to continue stretching deeper and deeper inside..you cry out in pleasure.

His hands are wrapped around your wrists tightly, holding them on either side of your head. His knees hold your thighs down. You are sure to have bruises later.. but dont care. His hips are resting against yours, and he is deep inside you. He's not moving at all, chuckilng as you struggle against him and whine, desperate for just a little friction. He just smiles down at you, absolutely loving observing you like this. As he bends down, pushing his bare chest against yours, his deep voice in your ear:

"Right now, you're feeling helpless."

Every one of your nerve endings is hypersensitive. Between the sharp pain in your wrists and thighs, his warm skin against yours, and let's not forget the feeling of his lips grazing your ear slightly, you can't help but let a moan escape your lips. In response, he nibbles your earlobe gently.

Mark isn't just teasing you, but himself as well. More than anything the man wanted to just fuck the hell out of you until you couldn't walk. But he is savoring how needy, desperate, and defenseless you are.

"Mark... please... I need to feel you..." You whine. Feeling him throbbing against your walls wasn't enough. He hasn't moved at all except to shove himself inside you, but you could already feel a pool of wetness collecting on the sheet as you continue trying desperately to writhe and wriggle for the slightest feel of his shaft moving inside of you.

He moves your arms over your head, crossing your wrists and holding them with one hand. His other hand made its way to your neck, his fingertips squeezing on the sides gently..but very firmly.

"How does this feel?," he asks softly, his deep voice in your ear making you shudder.

"Fuck.." You gasp for breath, overwhelmed by the symphony of sensation overtaking your soul. 

He leans into your chest again, tightening his grip on your wrists but letting your neck go as his other hand slowly travels down your body. Breathing heavily into your ear, his roughly calloused hand cups your right breast, squeezing it with pleasure for you both.

"You're so pretty," he whispers in your ear as he moves his knees off your legs. You breathe a sigh of relief because, though you didn't wanna say anything, it was actually pretty painful. You said nothing, not because you were scared of his reaction..you trust Mark with your life. You just love how he has you pinned like that. And you know he enjoys it too.

Gently releasing your wrists, he tells you to stay put and to close your eyes. You do, and let out a noise that sounded like a moan and a whine at the same time as he gets off the bed, pulling his dick out of your dripping hole. The sudden empty feeling leaves you feeling needy as you hear a metallic clicking noise. You feel him pulling you up the bed and more metallic clicking noises as you feel something hard and cold around your wrists. Opening your eyes, you realise he's handcuffed you to the metal bars of the bed frame.

You look at Mark, whose eyes are full of lust as he looks at you for a moment, just taking in the sight of you. Biting your lip and smiling, your eyes travel over his naked body. 

You aren't saying anything, but begging with your eyes. Taking advantage of that, he starts stroking his cock, still slick with your juices. Looking you in the eyes, he moans and bites his lip. 

You're struggling against the cuffs, moving your hips, and opening your legs. Wanting him so bad, hating how he's teasing you, but loving it at the same time. You feel like a bratty little spoiled fuckhole just waiting for it.

Another moan escapes his lips as you stare at him, your pussy is twitching watching him stroke his thick cock.

"Mark," you moan, pleading, "please..." 

"Mmmm y/n you sound so desperate.. I love it." He spits on his hand and jerks his cock faster, looking at you. 

Feeling your juices drip down between your ass cheeks, you pull so hard on the cuffs that you feel like they're going to cut you. Your nipples are still rock hard and your pussy is throbbing, aching for his cock. You rub your thighs together, desperate for just a little stimulation.

"Tell me what you want," he groans, his voice shaky, still stroking himself.

"I want you... to fuck me...." You say. 

"Yeah? Beg me."

"Please... please fuck me...." You whine, wigging your hips.

"Mmm," is all he says in response. 

"Fuck me hard.. please... I need your cock," you cry out, barely able to take any more teasing.

"Not good enough." He smirks at you, loving hearing you beg. 

"Give me your fucking cock, Mark!" You yell desperately, like you're going to die if he doesn't fuck you. 

"Fuuuuck," he groans, gripping his cock tight, drops of pre cum starting to leak from the tip.

"Fuck you Mark, you're doing this on purpose," you cry, closing your eyes, the throbbing in your pussy becoming too much to bare.

In the 2 seconds that your eyes are closed, Mark is on top of you, roughly shoving his cock deep inside your needy cunt. 

"FUCK!" You yell, surprised, "fuck me, please, fuck me!" 

His hands are spreading your thighs apart, his fingertips digging into your skin as he thrusts himself in and out. 

He fucks you hard and deep, low groans emitting from his lips as his balls slam against you. 

"Oh my fucking god... Mark... I'm gonna..." before you know it, an orgasm rips through your whole body. Mark had you really worked up, but you weren't aware of how much until he was actually inside you.

But he keeps the same pace, acting like he didn't even notice your whole body shaking or you screaming in pleasure or your pussy gripping his throbbing cock tightly. He just gripped your thighs harder and kept going.

"Fuck yeah y/n, cum on my fucking cock," he growled, not seeming to be the least bit tired. 

A hand released your thigh only to squeeze your left tit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The hand slowly and firmly made its way to your throat again, as he slowed his pace. 

"Fuck," he moans, looking down at his cock, covered in your slick juices. Still pounding you, he leans over you kissing you deeply. You flex, tightening your pussy around his cock as your legs start to shake. 

"Goddamn!" He yells, pulling away from the kiss. Spitting into his fingers, he reaches down and rubs your clit. You moan loudly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

Pulling hard on the cuffs, you lose total control and scream as you cum, this orgasm more intense than the last one. Mark pinches your nipples hard. The pain mixed with the pleasure leaves you overwhelmed as you wrap your legs tight around him, trying to slow him down because you're too sensitive now. 

Reading your body language, he slows down. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, and he is great at reading you. He is a dominant sadist, but also quick to stop and comfort you the second you need it. 

He takes that chance to catch his breath as he slowly moves his hips back and forth. Your breath is shaky as you come down, your legs loosening from his waist and resting on either side of you.

"Do you want me to continue?" He asks after a few seconds, seeing that you've calmed down.  

You look at him, taking a few seconds to catch your breath, then nod. 

He leans forward and kisses you as he starts going a little faster, at first, then gradually picking up speed. 

"Fuck yes, mark don't stop!" You wail as he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back. He's fucking you so hard now that the bed frame is banging against the wall. 

"I'm not fucking stopping," he groans in your ear. You wrap your legs around his thick waist, raising your hips, taking in as much of him as you can.

"God y/n you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.. fuck..." he moaned in your ear. Even his voice makes you feel so hot.

"Fuck yeah Mark.. it's all for you..."

He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back. Your hips are raised and you can see his cock moving in and out of you. 

"Watch me fuck your sweet pussy..." he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

You closed your eyes, drowning in the pleasure, and he quickly grabbed your hair, forcing you to look. 

"Fucking watch me pound your pussy!" He barked.

"Fuck.. mark..." You cried. 

"Cum for me one more time y/n.. you know you want to..."

He knows your one weakness, hearing him tell you to cum usually makes you cum. 

As he held your head with one hand and your leg next to you against the bed with the other, you felt the orgasm creeping up once again. 

"Oh my god.. cum with me Mark... please... fill me up," you whined.

"Beg me," he said harshly, "beg for cum."

"Please give me your fucking cum mark.. fill me up... please..."

He fucked you harder and deeper, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs, changing position ever so slightly so you could feel his balls with each deep stroke..

"Fuck yeah tight sexy hole.. squeeze like that... fuck!" He hollered out. 

Your whole body shook as you had an orgasm way more intense this time, as you felt his hot cum shooting inside you. His muscles tensed, and he pulled on your hair so hard it was a little more than you wanted.. for just a split second.

You scream his name followed by a string of cuss words as he thrusts deep a couple more times to get every last drop of his cum out, his eyes staring into yours as you become one with the pleasure that you gave created together. Breathing heavily, he finally releases your leg and hair, collapsing on top of you, his head laying on its side on your heaving breasts as he bites your nipple between his teeth and holds it there..

"Shit, you're amazing," he sighs, kissing you deeply before reaching for the key to undo your cuffs.

You groan as you stretch your arms out, and he rolls over off of you. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing your wrists and thighs where he held you down. His fingers tracing the deep indents from the handcuffs, "I didn't mean to make them so tight..."

"Yes," you reply, rolling over to face him, "you know I don't mind when you're rough with me."

"Then maybe next time, I'll put you in a trap," he chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your lips, enjoying the pressure from your always hungry little mouth.

"Hey now," you playfully smack his arm, "...maybe later."

You both giggle as you pull the blankets over your sweaty bodies. 

You cuddle into his chest, and he kisses your forehead and slides his left hand down into your ass cheek, holding it firmly with enjoyment. Sighing happily, you wonder what he has in store for you tomorrow, as you both drift off to sleep.

[toruro]

hi! can i request maybe the reader being shy and a little self concious during their first time with hoshi ?

impurities (show you my impurities)

↳ pairing. k. soonyoung x reader ↳ tags. smut (18+) but nothing actually happens lol, insecurities, loss of virginity, implied oral (f receiving)

"soo—soonyoung," you whine into your boyfriend's neck as he nips at the skin just behind your ear, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jawline.

when you came over to your boyfriend's place for the evening, you didn't expect to end up here—straddling soonyoung's lap as you both fervently make out. okay well that's a lie. maybe you had the teensiest of ideas that things might just lead to this very heated, very passionate, very hot make out session you two have got going on.

earlier, the thought of sharing this moment with soonyoung was exhilarating, enthralling, exciting—and not to get you wrong, it still is—it's just, now you're a little bit...nervous.

soonyoung knows it's your first time, you told him earlier, so he's being extra careful with you right now, but you catch him getting lost in the desire every few moments or so—he'll bite down on your bottom lip just a little too hard and it'll have you moaning into his mouth, he'll grapple at the soft flesh of your ass just a little too roughly and it'll have your hips rocking harder into his—you get it.

and you've been vying for this equally as eagerly, if anything, which is why you can't quite explain the uncomfortable feeling that settles at the pit of your stomach after soonyoung lifts you to his bedroom, gently dropping you down on his bed.

he's being so careful with the way he's touching you, ravaging your skin but not too much, reminding himself that he wants—no, needs—to take things slowly because you're quite literally the best thing that's happened to him and he'll be damned if he doesn't cherish you like you deserve.

he's watching you so intently that he notices immediately when your touch wavers, when your eyes flicker back and forth, when you press the side of your face into mattress as if you were hiding.

"what's wrong?" soonyoung asks, immediately pulling himself away from you slightly. "do you want to stop?"

"no!" you blurt out, blinking rapidly as you try to collect your emotions. of course you don't want him to stop but also, as you look down at your stomach, your thighs, your panties (when did he take off your shorts?!), you're overcome with a feeling that you'd never have to experience around soonyoung—insecurity.

soonyoung has never not made it feel like you were loved, and if anything, he went above and beyond to make sure that you felt like you were constantly at the top of the world; which probably is why you're being plunged into a sea of guilt at let even the slightest thoughts of self-consciousness plague your mind.

"what is it? angel, you can tell me, you know?" he urges, and you know he isn't saying it but this is his way of begging you tell him something, anything. "we can stop—we don't have to do this—we can wait—"

"soonyoung," you murmur, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can get a better look at him. "i'm just nervous," you tell him honestly, chewing on your bottom lip as you anticipate his answer.

he leans back a little, taking in the sight of you in front of him: your legs are loosely wrapped around his torso while he sits between them, and the way you're biting your lip has him going crazy.

"about what?" he asks, tucking some hair behind your ear affectionately. "it's your first time angel, i know—i'll take care of you real good, okay? but that's only if you want to."

"of course i want to, it's just..."

"just what?" your eyes glance down at your body and that's when soonyoung gets it. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up and face him. "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"soo—" he doesn't give you to chance to respond, crashing his lips on yours as soon as you open your mouth. your elbows give out under you and you let your head fall back onto the mattress as he presses his body over you.

when he pulls away, there's a look of sheer intensity in his eyes that quite literally makes you shiver. a string of saliva connects your mouths, and soonyoung swipes a rough thumb over your lower lip to collect some of the wetness.

he leans back, and instead of capturing your lips, he carefully lifts up your shirt so your upper half is left in only your bra. "so fucking perfect," he breaths out, fingers grazing over the skin of your stomach, touch so soft you almost don't realize it's there until it's inching up and he presses at the flesh of your tits.

you moan at the way he slips his fingers under the bra, tweaking one nipple with one hand, toying with the waistband of your panties with the other.

"soonyoung," you say his name, and for a second he gets worried that maybe, just maybe he did something wrong.

"is this okay?"

"i—yes—can you take care of me?" you plead, "please, soonie?"

soonyoung inhales sharply at the way you use his nickname, and he swears that in that moment, he'll do anything and everything for you if you asked.

"yeah angel, yeah i'll take care of you," he mumbles, pressing down to kiss the curve of your breasts. his hands trail down to your legs, guiding your thighs to wrap back around his waist, and fuck, the way he's gripping at the flesh so desperately is wiping away any doubts you had about yourself just moments earlier.

"you wanna know what i'm gonna do?" soonyoung asks, lifting his head up just enough so he can meet your gaze.

"w-what?" you ask curiously, and he damn near melts at the way your ears burn red.

"i'm gonna eat you out," he says casually. "eat you out 'til you can't feel anything but me, and then i'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't think anything but me. and it's gonna feel so good, angel, and you know why?"

your voice is meek and wavering at the filthy words that are spilling out of his mouth, and it's a miracle that you're able to respond with a soft, "why?"

"'cause you're the prettiest person on this whole damn planet," soonyoung says, inching down the mattress and away from you, and before you know it he has your legs thrown over his shoulder, "and this is exactly what you deserve."

[prissybabyhamlet]

oh hell yea lets hear the thoughts on the Most Swede of all time, willem ragnarsson (although, he isnt swedish, is he? hes icelandic and danish, ethnically. and his name is dutch. fake nordic smh)

I Just Think He’s Neat!!

okay fr is willem a perfect angel saint? no. if you are having sex with someone you can tell if they’re not enjoying it. he ignores hard truths in favour of pretending everything is fine and i get it!! i get how much easier it is to pretend everything is okay, and i love the way the book shows that he is well aware of this flaw in himself, and he keeps trying to justify it to himself. it’s so much easier to tell yourself that you’re letting someone have their dignity when you should be following them into the bathroom stall - i know! i’ve been there!! in that first part of the happy years he is lying to himself because it’s too hard to face the truth and because of that he is harming jude, even though i think they both want the pretending to work

and i think the thing that makes me love willem so much is that when he cannot pretend anymore, when he knows the full extent of the truth, he faces it. he stays. not be be Like That abt it but it’s so ‘i fear to stain your clothes with blood’ ‘stain them. i don’t care’. the staying is what makes me heart eyes him. he overcomes that urge to not see, to literally put a hand over jude’s mouth to stop the story, and his love for jude is so strong that he is able to bear witness to what happened even though at the end of the day he is under no obligation to. he could leave! but he doesn’t.

also! i find the dichotomy between the fairy tale and realistic aspects of his character so interesting. the book is so deliberately a (dark? anti-?) fairy tale and in that lens willem is a prince charming. he is physically perfect, he is completely moral, he is unquestionably loyal and full of love and he saves the damsel princess (smth smth the gender in this book is whack esp wrt to fairy tale gender archetypes). but! he also. very much doesn’t save the damsel. one of the books central tenets is that jude can’t be saved. willem is not a prince charming! he’s not perfect, he messes up, the two big fights him and jude have - where he cuts his chest and wrestles the razor off jude - are fuck ups, even if it is understandable! harold is significantly more of a ‘perfect’ character/foil to jude (unreal to respond to a grown ass man throwing food at the wall with anything other than ‘what the fuck is your problem i’m not dealing with this’)

in saying that. i do think that, although the idea is that this is a story abt someone who never gets better, willem does make jude better. not fixed or saved or w/e but if willem lived jude would be able to live too

[rreskk]

HE’S AN ANIMAL

Summary: Trevor has conflicted thoughts about Michael’s view on him. There was only one way of expressing himself.

TW: Smut

Pairings: Michael De Santa/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1000

People always undermined his ability to discipline himself. His rushes of psychotic anger, the misuse of substances, the blood on his hands, the grub on his skin, the utter insanity behind those lonely, brown eyes. Being referred to as “him” like his name would curse a spell on every living thing…

Degrading!

Trevor knows himself and he knows how to calm the storm. Well, attempts to. His moral compass had been dismantled a long, long time ago, so when he hoisted up to beat the accusations, he meant the literal term of discipline. Because no way would he say goodbye to the criminal life-style. But he can change one thing that could help… Centre him, emotionally.

After another uncomfortable interaction with Michael and his buddies, the Government prudes, Trevor hid within the nearest bathroom, hearing the echoes of them talking business as the office was right beside the bathroom. He listened to the nonsense said and heard his name be cussed a few times like they weren’t under the same sun.

“Cunts.” He hushed huskily and sat down on the closed toilet, unzipping his flies to reveal the bursting rush of adrenaline seeping from his erected cock that had been causing him discomfort for the past hour.

“Yeah, good luck controlling Trevor! He is, and I mean it Davey! – “

Michael was always the biggest hater when it came to his impulsivity. In Mikey’s eyes, Trevor was the problem. Blamed for nothing, blamed for everything; blamed because he’s there as an excuse to be blamed, because he’s easy to blame! Because he’s so naive and emotionally immature! Because “the meth-head is here!” Because he’s utterly hated. And he’s sick of it.

But being degraded would spark unwanted friction in his lower region. The erection was out of hatred. It wasn’t fuelled by anything but competition.

“Oohh…” Trevor tried to refrain from making any noise since he was “bettering” himself. He strokes his fingers against the hardness and found it difficult to control the urges. So easily he could relieve himself right there, right on the spot, get the pain over and done with, but that doesn’t settle the depth. That doesn’t prove them all wrong, does it? No. Trevor clenched his jaw and continued edging himself raw.

“We know he’s unstoppable, but we can keep tabs on him.”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel a lot better, Davey.” Michael’s sarcasm echoed through the building and Trevor found pitiful pleasure in it. One finger turned into two, and they both circled around his cock to discipline the need to cum.

“It can be achieved.”

“I’m finding that hard to believe. Trevor is not someone you can monitor. He’s an animal.” He’s an animal. He’s an animal.

He repeated this in his head with Mikey’s voice. He’s an animal. This somewhat caused more action in his hands. Trevor released a cracked gasp when his cock hardened and stood there, straight and stiff. His uncircumcised tip was begging for warmth as it shivered and cuddled his palm, the whole stimulation of being in this cold bathroom, bottomless, trying to overcome his “one pump chump” name.

“Please…” He whispered and closed his eyes, beginning to self-pleasure.

“Animals can be monitored.” Dave’s hushed voice lined with Michael’s.

“In what? A zoo?”

“We know things he don’t. We must conceal secrets, Michael.”

Trevor would be curious if he wasn’t in a state of self-despair and horrid pleasure. He covered his mouth and began handling the boner rather viciously. His cock made heated noises as the skin to skin contact was intense and ugly.

“Oh, fuck. No, no… c’mon…” He spoke to himself; deprived of further company. How quick his orgasm would be if Mikey was here to express his sprawled hatred in his ear, whispering insults, tormenting Trevor’s mentality, degrading his existence.

Pathetic.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way. The toilet seat shouldn’t be heated with the built of sweat from the increased body temperature. Trevor tried to straighten his posture but sluggishly bellowed forward, gritting his teeth and touching his cock real good.

The urge to cry out for Michael was heavenly close. Like the yellow gates high up, he felt his body levitate and divide from reality. The climax was approaching fast and soon he enjoyed being bestial and subhuman. He enjoyed all those words of slander running from Mikey’s fast, sloppy tongue. So badly did he want that familiar scent of whiskey to cuddle him close while he’s being brutally fucked by that man. By his best friend, his “best” pal.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Trevor began increasing with pitch, his back arch, hands clenching around his erratic cock.

The background noise of gossip from the other members grew silent, and soon it was just Trevor and his uneasy moans that echoed faster than a bullet could pierce.

“Ah! Fuck me! Shit!” Reaching his orgasm, the criminal hurled forward and watched cum hit the bathroom floor and jeans. It was warm, fresh cum from his abomination of a masturbation session. Trevor continued to rub himself through the wetness with his teeth grinding together. “Uhh… Argh…”

It all came out – that angst. Trevor was a fool to think he could even control himself. He plopped onto the toilet seat again and wiped the built up sweat from his sideburns. It smelt moist and humid. It smelt of him working off to his own body. Destructive behaviour; he wanted Mikey to smell and inhale his musk with pride. All of that, just for his good old buddy who was still silent from the office, unless they were whispering amongst themselves but there’s nothing too good for a whisper.

“Trevor.” Davey addressed in a sly tone after he walked into the office when activity idled.

Trevor ignored the FIB agent and briskly past Michael, giving him that knowing look.

From under that grumpy exterior, Mikey’s eyes squinted to return that cheek. A non-verbal, mutual exchange. Not even a second later did they both disappear from the group…

[honey-beann]

Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)

Chapter 5: An Overwhelming Overture - Insight

Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis:

Part one of another two part special that tells the tale of the infamous DPD mandatory gala, and all of the things that can happen in apartments and empty hallways.

In this part, everyone's favorite duo deals with an injury that requires a lot of teamwork, which may or may not lead to them growing a bit… closer so to speak. What will happen at the Gala? How are Reader and Nines doing after Reader's long drop from the Hughes family attic? And how did Hank and Connor get dragged into this mess?

AKA: Reader gets hurt, Nines experiences guilt, and they both have to learn to adjust for the sake of the other's sanity. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:

Mentions of injury

Mentions of blood

Mentions of death

Vague android self harm

Word Count: 8,510

You sighed nervously as you entered into the foyer, fighting the urge to adjust the sling on your right arm as your gaze shifted from person to person.

Everyone here was dressed in formal attire, no one wanting to disappoint Fowler or the higher ups with less than stellar clothing on a night like this one.

Tonight was the Detroit City First Responder and Civic Services Gala, one of very few events the entire department was expected to attend annually, and here you were, in your very best dress, with a trademark blue sling supporting the shoulder injury you'd received while working the Hughes case six days ago.

How fun.

Well, at least you looked good.

Your dress was long and black, with a thin slit that ran up your right thigh in a way that nearly revealed the light bruising present there.

And suddenly, standing there in the foyer, your mind flashed back to that night without warning.

You had only just come to after passing out mid-fall during your death defying drop from the third story of the Hughes' House, and every nerve in your body felt as if it was on fire.

But the most notable feeling by far was that of cool fingers, long and thin, pressing hard into the flesh of your upper thigh with enough force to leave the aforementioned bruising even days afterward.

Even still, you had neglected to mention said bruising to Nines, even after you'd realized it was his intense grip that had caused it.

You didn't want to make him feel bad for something that, if nothing else, almost seemed to show how deeply he cared for your well being, so afraid to lose his grip on you and let you down (literally), that he had held you tight enough for it to bruise.

It was about as sweet as Nines could get, honestly.

You swayed a bit on your feet, eyes unfocused as the familiar feeling of falling unconscious began to overcome you once more, just as it had shortly after you'd felt Nines' hands on your neck and thigh that night, and you were only brought back to reality by the faint smell of cedar and clary sage, the familiarity of it causing you to refocus your gaze with a sharp intake of breath.

You looked over to find your partner, the source of the familiar scent in question, taking in his curious and mildly concerned expression as he looped his arm through yours, as if worried you might fall over without the extra support.

"Are you feeling alright, Detective?"

He asked cautiously, his words slow and purposeful in a way that made you focus intently on each individual syllable.

You nodded quickly, although perhaps too much so based on the face that Nines made in response,

"I'm fine, just a little distracted is all."

You reassured gently, noting the look of subtle displeasure that flickered across Nines' features before he was right back to his same neutral and vaguely disapproving expression.

"I see. Would you prefer it if I found you a seat, then?"

You thought for a brief moment before shaking your head, offering your partner a mostly genuine smile as you did so,

"I'm alright to stand. I have plenty of support if I need it."

You joked, watching as Nines rolled his eyes in response, guiding you further into the venue where most of your fellow coworkers and various other supporters of the DPD were mingling, their conjoined conversations melding into one loud noise as you grew further away from the foyer entrance.

The sudden shift in sound made you feel dizzy for a few moments, your mind briefly flashing back to the shouts and clamor that had surrounded you as the scene of your previous case effectively crumbled to dust behind you.

Thankfully, there had been no casualties or injuries amongst your coworkers (save for your own), but as you thought back to that night you couldn't stop your mind from conjuring up the image of the little android girl you had so desperately wanted to save.

Gwyneth.

She had been blonde, although the blood of her abusive guardians had dyed her hair a sickly orange, and she had been so incredibly excited when you'd mentioned knowing Connor. She was just like so many other little girls, she had idols, loved her family, felt fear, and was so undoubtedly alive that it sickened you to know that a great deal of people didn't believe that to be true.

You could remember so vividly the way her fear had consumed her, blue blood staining that matted orange hair as she slammed her head against the floor again and again in an attempt to end the influx of negative emotions she was feeling.

"It was self destruction."

Nines had explained to you afterward while sitting in the arm chair you kept in your living room, his gaze cast downward as he spoke, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders whether he would ever admit such a thing aloud or not.

"It is common in deviants, especially those who have only recently deviated or are younger and more prone to rashness as a part of their protocol. There was nothing you could have done to stop her once she started."

The unspoken words at the end of his sentence were that what had happened to Gwyneth was therefore not your fault, but you couldn't bring yourself to address that wordless promise, the same way that your partner hadn't been able to bring himself to say it outright.

Neither of you wanted to talk about the guilt you harbored over that night,

Yours for letting both Gwyneth and your partner down when they had trusted you,

And Nines' for allowing you to be hurt when he had promised no harm would come to you.

Of course, in the end, a simple dislocation because of your arm positioning upon being caught was far less severe than any injuries you would have received otherwise.

But your android companion seemed to struggle to see that as a positive.

In his eyes, you never should have been injured at all,

It never should have been possible.

Suddenly though, and without any warning, you were thrown back into the present, this time by a voice that pulled you far from the recesses of your inner thoughts in a single moment.

"Hello, you two, enjoying the evening so far?

You smiled up at the speaker, nodding politely as you addressed him,

"Of course sir, how could we not?

You spoke to your captain formally, grinning up at him as he gave you an apologetic smile of his own.

"I'm glad to hear it, Y/n, as well as to see you in attendance tonight. I was happy to learn that RK900 was willing to help you make your way around safely the same way he did with your reintegration into the department on Monday. It has been great to see the successes of your partnership within the office this past week."

You let your gaze flicker over to your partner, who was regarding the captain with the same cool politeness he always did, his eyes meeting yours for the briefest of moments before they moved back to Captain Fowler once more.

You let him take the lead of the conversation after that brief look of acknowledgement, and as you further considered the captain's previous words, you felt your mind leave you once more as you recalled all of the ways in which Nines had supported you throughout the past week.

You remembered vividly the way he had looked when you had awoken for the second time on the night of the case, this time in a hospital rather than in the arms of your partner.

You had panicked briefly before you'd caught sight of him sitting there, tie loosened around his neck, collar unbuttoned, and jacket foregone entirely as he sat in stasis mode, his only obvious movements being the rise and fall of his chest due to his internal fans, and his eyelids as they fluttered ever so slightly on occasion, as if he could sense you looking at him even when he wasn't aware of the world around him.

You had watched him like that for a while, surprised to note that it had been the very first time you had seen him in even vaguely casual clothing. Sure, it was just the usual pieces of his uniform being worn in new ways, but still, it almost made him look like a completely different person.

You continued to admire him even as your eyelids grew heavier with sleep, taking in the way that one of his long legs crossed over the other as he sat, straight as a board, at your bedside.

He'd looked almost painfully beautiful like that, and you could recall that being your final thought before you finally succumbed to slumber once more, your dreams that night so incredibly vivid that you could envision them even now.

They came in bright flashes and short bursts,

The feeling of his broad shoulders beneath your hands,

His fingers digging into your thigh,

His voice rumbling in your ear,

Breaths cold and short,

His hand in yours.

Disastrous.

You had awoken with a start the following morning, surprised to find that save for you, your room was entirely empty.

You looked around for a few moments, attempting to sit up in order to get a better view when a sharp pain burst throughout your right shoulder.

You let out a low groan of pain and settled back down into the bed, jumping ever so slightly as the door to your room began to open, revealing your partner and three other figures as they entered quietly.

Nines was the first of the group to notice that you were awake, and he regarded you with a quiet relief as he walked over to your bedside, his LED blinking yellow as he scanned you for any concerns.

You watched him for a few seconds, confused, before you recalled the other individuals in the room, recognition hitting you hard as you shifted your gaze to look them over.

"Hank? Connor?"

You asked, your tone revealing more of your surprise than you'd intended as you took in the sight of your two coworkers, who were just about the closest thing to friends you had due to your busy work schedule.

"Hello, Detective."

Connor greeted politely, a soft smile gracing his lips as he stood towards the end of your hospital bed, shifting to the right a bit as Hank moved to stand beside him.

"Hey Kid, how ya feelin?"

He asked gruffly, and you attempted to shrug in response, only to wince in pain.

Nines shot a glance towards the unidentified individual who had entered the room with the three of them, and it was only then that you noticed he was a doctor rather than another visitor.

"Don't worry, the pain is completely normal."

He clarified immediately, smiling as he approached the side of your bed that Nines wasn't standing at,

"She doesn't have any serious injuries, but she did dislocate her right shoulder. It should start feeling better within a week or two, but I'll send her home in a sling to make sure it heals well."

You groaned internally about being spoken about as if you weren't there, but chose not to say anything. It sounded like if you played your cards right you might just be able to head home, and there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to sleep in your own bed.

"So she can be discharged after you help her into the sling?"

Nines asked, his tone betraying his look of pure disinterest as he looked you over for any further injuries.

"I don't see why not."

The doctor replied soon after, checking his tablet for any necessary information he may have been missing before he continued,

"I'll have a nurse bring in a sling and her discharge papers in a few minutes. I take it that one of you can take care of that for her?"

Nines nodded immediately as his gaze met yours once again,

"I can."

The doctor nodded before heading out of the room to grab a nurse that would be able to assist him, leaving the four of you to wait for his eventual return.

Thankfully, it did not take very long for the doctor to get your sling on, nor did it take very long for Nines to finish up your discharge paperwork, and thus you were exiting the hospital within the hour, nothing in your possession save for your cell phone.

"You guys need a ride?"

Hank asked gruffly as the four of you slowly made your way towards the exit, and Nines seemed to think for a moment before he answered for the both of you,

"A ride would be beneficial, Lieutenant. Thank you."

Hank shrugged and lead the way to the parking garage, unlocking his car remotely as you approached in order to allow everyone access.

As if you had all done this a million times before, everyone slid into a seat quickly, with Hank driving and Connor in the passenger seat.

You and Nines on the other hand sat on opposite ends of the back seat, both of you nodding in confirmation when Hank asked if everyone was buckled in.

Thus began the drive back to your apartment.

Silence filled the vehicle for the first few minutes of the drive as everyone took the time to relax after a long day, until suddenly, Hank spoke up for the first time since you'd left the parking garage.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Kid, I'm kinda jealous of the whole injured shoulder thing. I've been looking for an excuse to get out of Jeffrey's annual DPD gala bullshit for weeks now, and I've still got nothin."

You groaned in response, cursing as you leaned back against the seat,

"Fuck, is that this week? I already bought my dress for it, and it's nonrefundable. The hell am I supposed to do with that now?"

Your ears perked up as Connor spoke from the front seat, his voice light and almost amused as he spoke,

"If you still wish to attend, I'm sure that RK900 would be perfectly suited to accompany you safely in spite of your injuries."

You raised your brow at that statement, resisting the urge to lean forward towards Connor and risk exacerbating the low thrum of pain already present in your shoulder.

"Perfectly suited?"

You asked cautiously, turning to face your partner as he hummed in confirmation from the seat beside you, looking rather unamusedly at his predecessor.

"I believe that Connor is referring to my extensive medical knowledge pertaining to the human body. It was originally intended to bolster my chances of success during my original mission in the case of... unnecessary casualties. As a result, I am theoretically capable of supplying better support to injured individuals that require it."

You bit back a laugh at that, amused at the idea of your normally standoffish partner attempting to provide someone with care.

"I have no idea why you wouldn't have told me any of this sooner, 'Nurse Nines' has a great ring to it."

You continued to hold back laughter as you spoke, and your partner, though barely sparing you a glance at your words, allowed his lips to curl upward ever so slightly at the edges, his gaze aimed out the window as you grew closer and closer to your apartment.

The rest of the ride was fairly silent, save for the occasional comment from Hank or the exceedingly bad joke from you.

It was nice. You didn't get the opportunity to hang out with friends due to your busy job, and honestly, this was as close as you'd gotten to doing so in a long time.

When you finally did arrive back home, you thanked both Hank and Connor profusely for coming to visit you at the hospital, and made them both promise to let you treat them to a night out sometime soon (although what benefit that could possibly have for Connor, you weren't sure yet).

You waved to them from the front door of your building as Hank slowly pulled back into the road, sparing both you and your icy looking companion a wave of his own before he drove off towards home.

Afterward, you turned to face Nines once more, taking a deep breath before you spoke,

"So, how bad do you think this is gonna hurt?"

You asked, referencing the long stair-filled walk up to your apartment on the fourth floor of the tall brick building that stood before the two of you. You were not looking forward to the jostling all of those steps had in store for your shoulder, nor the long walk up with no railing since the only one was to your right.

Nines gave a fake contemplative hum of response at your words before he tossed the jacket he'd been carrying over his shoulder, freeing up his hands to better help you ascend the steps.

"Depends on how determined you are to struggle."

"Wha- Hey!"

You could've sworn you heard Nines chuckle at your reaction as he lifted you unceremoniously off the ground, one arm supporting your neck while the other rested beneath your knees.

"Feel free to place your arm on my shoulder if it provides it better support, Detective. Though I can't imagine this will take me very long at all."

You huffed in response to your partner's teasing tone, but relented nonetheless, supporting your injured shoulder against his body as he made quick work of the stairs leading up to your apartment.

It was only then, as he set you down just outside of your door in order to allow you the opportunity to unlock it, that you realized that he had never actually been inside before. It wasn't like you were hiding it from him or anything, but even still you couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves as you inserted your key in the lock. twisting it slowly until you felt the deadbolt recede, allowing you to turn the handle and use your foot to push the door inward, causing it to swing forward.

"Home sweet home."

You muttered as you walked inside, attempting to bend over to remove your shoes only to hiss as yet another bolt of pain ran through your injured shoulder.

"Sit down, Detective,"

Nines' voice was stern as it sounded out from behind you, and almost immediately you did as you were told, too distracted by the pain to bother putting up a fight for the sake of your dignity.

"Thank you,"

He began, a hint of satisfaction evident within his tone,

"Now, elaborate upon what it is you need in order to be more comfortable please. I have no sense of what that entails."

You nodded to show your understanding before you opened your mouth to speak,

"Right um... My shoes first I guess, after that I think I can figure everything else out on my own..."

That wasn't really the truth, since you knew how horrendous putting on a new shirt and pants was going to feel later that evening, but you weren't about to admit that to Nines and risk having him insist on helping you with that task too.

You'd much rather take your chances with the unbridled agony.

Nodding in response to your previous words, Nines knelt down in front of you to untie your shoe laces, adept fingers pulling at them until they came undone entirely. Afterward, you watched as he grabbed your foot by the ankle, cupping it within his palm as he began to pull it off slowly, as if worried he could hurt you if he went any faster.

Once that was over and done with, he moved on to the other shoe, expertly removing that one as well before helping you up gently, looking around the room as he did so.

"Are you sure there is nothing else that you may require assistance for, Detective? I am perfectly content to help with whatever you may need."

You shook your head in response to your partners words, leaning your good shoulder against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room as you addressed him,

"I'll be fine, Nines, It's a dislocation not a break. I'll see you at work tomorrow?"

The android in front of you nodded in the affirmative,

"Of course. I can come and pick you up if that would be helpful. Though I would need to borrow your car in order to do so."

You thought for a moment before shrugging your shoulders,

"Yeah sure, what the hell, you already drive it damn near as much as I do anyway."

You fished your keys out of your pocket before tossing them to him, watching as he caught them with ease.

He looked over to you again afterward, keys jingling a bit as he adjusted them within his hand,

"Please contact me if you require any assistance, Detective."

You smirked at him, raising a brow in response,

"Whatever you say, Nurse Nines. I would hate to strip you of a patient to care for."

The man in front of you rolled his eyes but grinned ever so slightly nonetheless as he approached the door once more, swinging it open and taking a step into the hall before he called back behind him.

"Oh, Little Mouse?"

He called, his tone haughty and unconcerned.

"Yeah?"

You answered meekly, praying he wasn't about to say anything abundantly humiliating for all of your neighbors to hear as if the nickname wasn't already bad enough.

"I would be more than capable of supporting you on your venture to the gala later this week. If that would be of interest to you."

And with that he was gone, the door closing abruptly behind him and the sound of his footsteps slowly fading into the distance as he went.

And after that, Nines' help had only grown more and more crucial.

It had started off small, helping with your shoes each day and taking on the majority of typing for your conjoined reports, but eventually, you'd been forced to admit you needed more support than you'd initially let on after one too many issues with injury.

After that, you were finally willing to ask for extra help, especially when it came to things like cooking, cleaning, and various other embarrassing chores you would've preferred to simply do on your own.

One incredibly embarrassing example of the extra support you needed was what you were now lovingly referring to as "the pants incident", but that was far too much for you to think about right now.

No, now you were thinking of how well you had worked with Nines throughout the week, reading him various cases aloud to help as best you could with the paperwork process that you were now effectively useless to support him with.

Of course, both of you knew that things would go even faster if Nines had done the reading himself in the background of doing said paperwork, but truth be told, you both enjoyed the teamwork aspect of the routine. It gave you something to do, and it ensured that Nines wouldn't be distracted by your nonsensical need for entertainment every few minutes.

Needless to say, it was a good system, and it wasn't even close to the only one that the two of you had developed in response to your injury.

For example, you would work together to make you coffee in the break room, with you gathering materials while Nines did all of the two handed motions required, such as stirring, packing the coffee machine, and pouring the milk and sugar.

But truthfully, the most beneficial thing Nines had done for you thus far had occurred today, when he'd helped you into your ridiculously long gala dress.

You had been hoping to avoid requiring any clothing related help, especially when it came to the type of clothing that you had to be almost entirely naked to put on, but even so, there was no way you could have managed the task of getting that dress on alone.

He had shown up at your door at 6:00pm on the dot, just as he'd said he would earlier in the day, and you had to fight the urge to bite back an audible whine of frustration when you realized he'd arrived in time to learn of your embarrassing dilemma.

For the past six days, you had been wearing solely sweatpants and tee shirts to work after receiving special permission from Fowler, and honestly you'd managed to get pretty good at getting dressed in the mornings.

But this dress? This was a whole new obstacle for you to worry about.

Currently, you had it pooled upon the floor, perfectly maneuvered for you to step into and pull up, except you lacked the motor capabilities necessary to do that incredibly important last step.

And those straps? Those were basically a death trap without extra help with getting them onto your shoulder.

You sat on the edge of your bed, desperately wishing you had the ability to place your head in your hands as you tried to find a solution before your android partner assumed you'd hurt yourself and burst into your apartment, leaving you with a mess and a door bill you had no interest in paying.

Nines knocked again, louder this time, and fearing for your wallet, you forced yourself up slowly, careful to nurse your still bruised shoulder, which was currently without the sling you typically used to support it, since you had been about to attempt the insane feat of putting on a dress.

"Coming!"

You called out as you tugged on your bathrobe, walking quickly towards the door before unlocking and opening it, glaring a bit at the man who stood on the other side.

"You literally have a key, Nines, I've been using the spare since I gave you my key ring with my regular apartment key on it so you could take the car."

Your partner shrugged and brushed past you, looking you up and down slowly with a slight tilt of his head.

"You aren't dressed? I thought you said you wanted to be at the event by 6:30 tonight. I'm not sure how that will be possible if you have yet to get ready."

You resisted the urge to shoot your partner another glare as you shifted your gaze towards the floor, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks as you spoke,

"I tried to get ready. The dress is too long to pull all the way up by myself with my shoulder still injured."

Nines was silent for a few moments before he gave a brief nod of understanding and stepped closer to you, using his heel to close your apartment door behind him as he did so.

"Would you like some assistance?"

You blanched at that, certain your cheeks were bright pink as you continued to keep your gaze fixed on your kitchen floor, lips unable to form words as you tried to think of some way to respond to that question.

The android standing before you watched with vague amusement and slight confusion as you continued to look anywhere but at him, and he crossed his arms and sighed before he elaborated upon his earlier question,

"I can close my eyes, if you would prefer. I can assure you that I do not require vision to assist you in pulling a dress up and maneuvering some fabric over your shoulders for you."

You rolled your eyes at his ever persistent confidence before you gave in and nodded slowly, turning around and leading the man in question quietly to your bedroom, where he made his way over to the dress that was lying on the floor without a word, gesturing for you to stand before him as he prepared to ready the dress for you to step into while he was holding it.

Swallowing thickly, you sighed, moving to stand with your back to your partner and watching as his hands appeared from behind you, maneuvering around your body before holding the dress before you expectantly.

"Step in first, after that I can close my eyes and you can take your robe off."

He murmured, his voice coming from behind and below you as he knelt on the floor to ensure you wouldn't have to take too high of a step in order to get your legs into the dress.

You nodded softly, trying to ignore the subtle heat that emanated off of Nines as you stepped into the long black gown he was holding between his finger tips.

"Done."

You said softly, your voice almost meek as you resisted the urge to fidget, knowing full well that the android behind you would notice instantly and call you out before you could even think of a good excuse as to why you were doing it.

"Alright Detective, my eyes are closed. You can remove your robe now. I will not open until you tell me to."

Desperate to dissipate some of the tension in the air, you let out a nervous laugh as you clumsily untied the knot at the front of your bathrobe,

"Until I tell you to? Since when do you take orders?"

You joked, letting the robe drop to the floor in front of you, shivering ever so slightly as the cool night air drifting in from your open bedroom window hit your bare torso.

Nines let out a low hum in response to your teasing, but didn't say a word as he slowly started to pull your dress upward, his knuckles occasionally grazing your thighs and hips as he moved the fabric skillfully up your frame, stopping when his hand grazed your upper back, which left you fighting off yet another, far less temperature related, shiver in response.

"Can you put your hand through the strap if I lower it a bit?"

He asked calmly, feeling to you like the very antithesis of yourself with his grounded attitude and unbothered feelings towards the situation you were in.

"Yeah, I just need it a tiny bit lower and I can get it in."

You murmured, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up as your partner's artificial breaths hit it, and you were surprised to find that they were slightly warm rather than cold the way that they usually were.

Strange.

Without a word, Nines lowered the right strap of your dress, and you slid your hand in without issue, thus allowing him to pull it the rest of the way up before situating it gently on your injured shoulder.

"Does that feel alright, Detective?"

He asked, his voice low and smooth in a way that had you hoping all of this would be over before too long, because you weren't sure how long you could endure torture like this.

You cleared your throat in response, giving several quick nods to answer his question,

"Feels perfect. Wanna hand me the other one? I can do that myself."

You said quietly, hearing a light and affirmative hum from behind you as Nines placed the left strap into your left hand, allowing you to maneuver it upward before pulling the built in bra portion of the dress to your chest, adjusting things accordingly before you spoke up again,

"Would you mind zipping me up?"

You asked, resisting the urge to shift your weight between your feet as Nines replied,

"Not at all, Little Mouse. May I open my eyes?"

There was a teasing lilt to his tone that made you inhale sharply, and you prayed that he hadn't noticed as you struggled to regain your ability to speak.

"Oh yeah, sorry..."

You trailed off, having forgotten about his previous promise to leave his eyes closed until you said otherwise almost entirely before he'd brought it back up again, leaving your cheeks red and your hands clenched slightly where they hung.

You bit back a surprised gasp as the sudden feeling of a cool hand pressed against the warm skin of your back as Nines used his other hand to deftly pull at your long zipper, which began to close to your lower back and ended just below your shoulder blades.

He zipped your dress slowly, breath still slightly warm on the back of your neck as he moved your hair out of the way, voice incredibly close to your ear as he made his way towards the end of the zipper.

"How does it feel, Little Mouse?"

He asked, the sound of his voice, ever so slightly lower than usual, so close to your ear making you shiver involuntarily for the third time that night.

Your brain felt fuzzy and far away as you tried to think up a reply, eventually squeaking out an embarrassed,

"Fine!"

Before the android behind you hummed in response, taking a step away that had you briefly missing the almost unnoticeable warmth of his body before you snapped out of it and took your own step forward before turning to face your partner who was stood behind you, gaze locked on your form as you gave him a nervous laugh,

"How does it look? Gala appropriate?"

Your partner gave a subtle nod before his gaze moved upward towards your own, causing you to realize with a start just how long he had been looking you over.

"It is perfectly suitable for tonight's event."

He said cooly after a few moments of silence, picking your sling up off of your bed not long after he finished speaking in order to help you put it back on.

And it was only then, your chest just inches away from his own as he helped you put on your sling, that you started to notice what your partner was wearing tonight.

Nines was dressed in a grey turtleneck sweater with black dress slacks, the silver watch adorning his wrist catching in the light of your bedroom as he adjusted the strap of your sling accordingly.

God where did he get his clothing?

It seemed that everything that Nines wore was perfectly tailored to fit his trim but imposing frame, every single detail perfect in every possible way no matter where he went or what he was wearing.

Talk about unfair.

"Is everything alright, Detective?"

The sound of your partners voice, this time from what sounded like very far away, caused you to start, and suddenly, without warning, you were tossed right out of your own thoughts and back into reality, only to find that Captain Fowler had excused himself to greet more guests and that Nines was staring down at you intensely, his hand gripping your arm in a way that was almost forceful.

"Detective?"

He repeated, eyes burning into your own as you cleared your throat awkwardly, giving your partner a nervous grin as he continued his unwavering ocular interrogation, eyes narrowing as he tried to discern what exactly was going on.

Thankfully enough for you though, you must have looked far more lucid than you had previously, because after a few seconds of this he relented, loosening his grip on your good arm before he motioned over to the bar.

"It would be best if you had some water, Detective. You appeared to be more than a little bit dazed for quite some time during my discussion with the captain."

You started shaking your head, only to groan audibly as your partner began to guide you towards the bar against the wall to your right, his hand never leaving your arm as he did so,

"It was not a suggestion, Little Mouse."

He said, his tone almost stern as he helped you into one of many empty bar stools before gesturing for the bartender, ordering you an ice water as you turned your attention towards some of the other people at the bar, your coworker Chris included.

"Y/n!"

He said excitedly, grinning as if he hadn't seen you at your desk just hours prior as he moved to sit at the empty stool to your right, his gaze briefly flickering to your still occupied partner before he looked towards you once more.

"Hey Chris."

You greeted with a smile, looking around to see if he had brought any of his family members with him to the gala,

"Did you not bring your wife or son? I thought you just told me the other day that you had a little suit ready to go and everything."

You teased, and your friend laughed as he shrugged his shoulders,

"Eh, turns out kids have to have strict bed times when they're still that young. I'll convince the wife to let him go next year, or to at least get a babysitter so she can come along."

You laughed at his response, having only just opened your mouth to reply when a familiar hand placed a cup of water on the bar top in front of you from behind.

You shifted your gaze back to Chris only to find he was grinning slightly at the very same figure who had brought you your water, his eyes flickering between the two of you before they settled behind you once more.

You shifted slightly in your seat, turning your head to see that Nines was standing directly behind your back, watching you expectantly until you finally relented to his wordless command with a sigh and drank some of the water he had insisted upon you getting.

When you set the cup down again, Nines didn't look entirely pleased, but he was significantly less pointed with his expectations than before, so you took what you could get and turned your attention back towards Chris, who was still watching the two of you with what appeared to be amusement.

"And what's so funny?"

You asked, your tone betraying your tough guy question as you watched Chris roll his eyes at you,

"Oh nothing, I'm just wondering how much you must've drank already to have the android on water duty."

You scoffed at your friend and placed your left hand to your chest as if offended,

"Excuse you, officer, but I haven't had a drink all night long, so you can cool it with those accusations of yours. Besides, I couldn't drink even if I wanted to, Nines has decided I must be the most severely dehydrated woman on earth and has restricted me to only drinking water for the remainder of my time at the event."

You could almost feel the eye roll that Nines gave in response to that, his voice cool and unbothered as he replied,

"You may drink whatever you please, Detective. I may be acting on your best interest at the moment, but I can assure you that I have no intention of baby sitting you all night."

You felt your cheeks turn bright pink at his words as Chris burst out laughing at his response,

"He got your ass!"

He all but cackled, arms wrapping around his stomach as he leaned forward on his bar stool, and you had to resist the urge to nudge him off with your foot as you prayed this humiliation would be over soon.

Luckily enough for you, it appeared that Chris had a few beers in his system and didn't have much of an attention span to work with, because when he came back up from his raucous laughter, wiping a tear from his eye as he did so, he had an entirely different topic at the tip of his tongue.

"By the way, did either of you stop by the Hughes crime scene again after the incident?"

He asked, and you hid your slight grimace at the reminder of the case behind your glass as you sipped at your water.

"No."

Nines responded far before you could, having been so dreadfully occupied with your water, and you were just about to apologize for his curtness when Chris nodded.

"Yeah, I didn't think so. But when Tina and I got there today it was crazy, the whole house is a pile of rubble, and the city apparently has no idea what to do with it since they don't want to bother spending any money to rebuild or even clean it up. It's a huge shit show, I do not envy the poor soul that has to deal with that property now that the family is gone."

You nodded absent mindedly, placing your glass on the bar as you felt yourself slowly slipping into your own memories once more, the reminder of the case bringing back the sounds, smells, and sights that night had unfortunately had in store for yourself and everyone else who had been present on the scene. You were just about to let yourself go entirely when the feeling of someone grabbing your good arm once more planted you firmly back into reality, your eyes widening a little when you'd realized what had happened.

You looked over to the owner of the hand that had gripped your arm, unsurprised to find your ever vigilant partner all but glaring down at you, concern and what almost looked to be anger evident within his gaze as he gently tugged you off of your stool and away from the bar without another word, leaving Chris to watch in confusion as you were dragged out of the crowded event room and into an empty hallway.

You swallowed thickly as you finally felt Nines let go of your arm, allowing yourself to lean slightly against the wall behind you as you took in the unfamiliar sight of this new area of the building.

The wallpaper here was fancy, almost a yellowed paper color with various swirls on it that made you feel dizzy if you looked at them for too long. You averted your gaze, but regretted it almost immediately as your eyes locked onto those of your partner, who still looked a bit too mad for your liking, even in the dim light of the hallway, where his features were just a bit less clear than they had been before.

"Nines I-"

"Tell me what is going on with you. Now."

He ordered, his voice just barely above a growl as he took a step closer to you, the look in his eyes betraying him as you watched the anger all but drain from his eyes, leaving behind only concern and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Pain?

You brushed it off, gaze falling to the floor as you quietly explained what had been happening to you throughout the night, hands playing nervously with the fabric of your dress as you spoke.

"I'm not really sure what it is or why it's happening..."

You clarified towards the end of your explanation,

"But for some reason, I just can't stay focused tonight. I keep almost drifting off and getting stuck in my thoughts for a while until something catches my attention and suddenly I'm right back here."

Nines listened intently, nodding from time to time as something new,

Relief maybe?

Filled his grey eyes.

And finally, several long seconds of silence after you had finished explaining yourself to him, Nines spoke up once more.

"I believe you are overwhelmed, Detective. There are a great deal of people here, both known and unknown, and given your recent experiences, I believe it is normal for you to react to so much sudden external stimuli this way, especially after we have been so careful to avoid it throughout the past week. My apologies for not considering this could occur, I neglected to consider your mental state as much as I did your physical and-"

"Nines, I'm fine."

You cut him off abruptly, wishing you had the ability to cross your arms as you watched the man in front of you blink in surprise at your sudden interruption before continuing,

"Well, regardless, I think it would be best for me to bring you home. I can apologize to Fowler for our early disappearance tomorrow, and I am sure that he will understand given your circumstances."

You sighed and gave your partner a pleading look, desperate to do something, anything, but sit in your apartment alone for yet another night.

"C'mon Nines, please don't make me go home so early, it took me forever to finally get this stupid dress on, and everyone will think we're total losers."

That last part was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood, but the RK900 model android in front of you ignored it entirely, watching you in silence for a few moments before he sighed, and you had to fight the urge to yell out in victory.

It was very rare that you got your way if Nines thought something else was best, so honestly, this felt like a pretty historic moment for you.

"Fine. We can stay for a little while longer, but only if you allow yourself a few minutes more of quiet before going back into the event room. I have no interest in dragging you back out here in ten minutes because you went back in there and overwhelmed yourself again immediately. If anything like that becomes necessary for a second time tonight, I will consider the venue to be too much for you and bring you home without a second thought. As I said earlier, I have no interest in being your baby sitter, Little Mouse."

Your cheeks began to grow warm again at the nickname, and you were just about to open your mouth and make a retort when the sound of voices coming towards your secluded hallway shocked you into silence, although that was mostly due to the fact that you easily identified the large group of voices as seven to eight of your coworkers, something Nines appeared to have done instantly, his gaze flickering back and forth between the direction the voices were coming from, and you.

Suddenly, without warning, you gasped as Nines took multiple steps forward, shushing you as he all but pressed his larger form up against your own, making it all but impossible for anyone to see you if they made it as far as this particular hallway.

"Don't make a sound. I am certain that multiple of the individuals I have identified would be more than just a little bit chatty if they happened to see you, and as I said before, if you must insist on staying, then I must insist upon you letting your mind relax before attempting to take in even more external stimuli."

Still shocked by your partner's unfamiliar closeness, you nodded without a word in response, noting in your mind the way that he had braced your injured shoulder with one of his hands before he had all but forced you against the wall, thus ensuring he didn't cause you any harm in the process.

Watching your partner through still slightly widened eyes, you both listened intently for several minutes as the voices slowly grew louder and louder until they finally began to fade away once more, headed back in the direction of the event room.

You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of the voices growing fainter as they moved further away from where the two of you stood, only realizing then just how glad you were to not have to talk to anyone at that moment. Maybe your brain did need a break.

Relenting to the idea that Nines had been right all along, you moved your gaze up and down his form, your hand moving up to the neck of his turtleneck before you even realized what you were doing, causing the android in front of you to jolt a bit in surprise at your sudden touch.

You looked up at him, vaguely amused by his reaction and grinning as you spoke,

"What's with the high neckline shirts all the time, by the way? Got some sort of secret under there?"

You teased, pulling the fabric away from his artificial flesh before allowing your finger to graze the normally covered area before you froze entirely at Nines' response, which was a harsh and sharp sudden intake of breath, something you knew for a fact he didn't do often.

In fact, you had never heard him react to anything like that before.

But then, it got even weirder,

Because standing just over an inch away from you with his hand wedged between your injured shoulder and the wall at your back, Nines, an android created to hunt down and destroy his own kind, shivered.

You fought the urge to gape at that, desperately trying not to seem as in awe of him as you were as he slowly opened eyes that you hadn't even realized he'd closed when you'd touched him, and gazed down at you intently, his chest rising and falling with each slightly heavier breath he took.

"Are you alright?"

You asked softly, watching as the man in front of you nodded tensely, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke,

"Yes, I am perfectly fine, Detective. My apologies for the impromptu reaction, I'm afraid that there wasn't anything I could do to control it. Your actions were... unexpected."

He finished, and when you raised a brow at him he opened his mouth again to clarify,

"Due to all of the necessary technology required to make me more advanced than my predecessor, I required significantly more data analysis capabilities. As a result, I was equipped with many sensors, most of which can be utilized via the primary sensors found on my tongue, which then sends that data to multiple other sensors that were stored within my neck. This had lead to what could be described as a vulnerability in my physical form at my throat, as this issue was not remedied prior to the uprising, and was not seen as important to remedy afterward. Therefore, I simply decided that clothing that covers my neck is best, though I have never outright avoided clothing with a normal neckline."

You nodded slowly at your partners explanation, feeling almost disappointed as he suddenly took a step backward, allowing you to move away from the wall as he readjusted his shirt, his cheeks an incredibly pale blue color that was so faint you weren't sure if you'd seen it at all before it was gone entirely.

A trick of the light maybe?

You shrugged it off before realizing that Nines was offering his arm to you once more, just as he had upon your arrival, and you found yourself accepting it eagerly as the two of you took slow but deliberate steps towards the event room once more.

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useless desires (Persistence of Vision, s2 e8)

I just realized I posted my drafts out of order! And skipped Persistence of Vision!! So sorry, but also what is time, etc.

"Persistence of Vision" could also be titled “kisses no one wanted to see on television.” There are so many of them! Voyager is a show that is fundamentally bad at romantic subplots, and this episode in particular seems determined to deliver awkward makeout scenes that literally no one asked for.

Truthfully I’m inclined to like this episode - it’s gothic, and it's about feelings, and those are both good things! (Season Two as a whole is strong in the area of feelings-forward episodes, even as it struggles with such matters as “plot.”)

We open with Janeway, modern career woman, losing her cool due to the pressures of command. The Doctor orders her to blow off some steam with a holo-novel, so we’re back to Victorian governess cosplay. 

This show’s conception of self-care is so very nineties - Janeway is a leader, but she’s also a woman, which means that an essential layer in her Maslow’s Pyramid is “putting on a corset and getting snogged by a bargain-basement aristocrat.” The problem with the governess holonovel is that it invokes universalized cliches of gendered desire (bodice-ripper tropes) instead of drilling into what this character, specifically, would look for in a holonovel (my money is on lady doctor/cowboy romance, but I will also accept steampunk adventure, or pirates). Some women dig feeling feminine, but they also want to feel like themselves.

Soon Janeway’s repressed lady psyche, pushed to the brink, begins to spill out into ordinary life. When she dares to enjoy a coffee ice cream (instead of one of her inexplicable cups of soup), she begins to hallucinate. Mark shows up!! A ghostly dog barks!!!

I am usually one to try to get behind a canonical love interest - even if my shippy preferences lie elsewhere, canon relationships shed light on character. But man, I hate this jerk. No doubt real!Mark has many pleasant qualities that phantom!Mark lacks, but let's be real, dude has all the charisma of a bin full of pencil shavings.

Mark (and Mollie) have been on Janeway's mind; we know this because she gave their photo a long, plaintive look before trotting off to the holodeck. Now phantom!Mark declares that, quote, SOMEONE ELSE IS IN YOUR THOUGHTS NOW(!!!) As further evidence of her guilt, a hallucinatory Mrs. Templeton appears and jumps her.

Who the heck is someone else?? One is inclined to assume that we're being setting up for a Janeway/Chakotay romance arc - but it’s hard to feel certain this show isn’t fucking with us, making shippy promises it has no intention of keeping. It seems equally possible that Lord Burleigh is someone else and the writers truly believe that Janeway feels guilty for kissing holograms behind her fiance’s back.

At any rate, atmospherically backlit aliens have shown up; the rest of the crew starts hallucinating, seeing loved ones or, in B’Elanna’s case, a torrid romance with Chakotay?? (I am actually okay with these two as fwb, but their relationship is so fundamentally platonic that, again, it feels like the writers are just messing with us.) Mark shows up and kisses Janeway (gosh, two Janeway kisses in one episode, each one profoundly disappointing).

Only Kes is strong enough to resist these bankrupt conjurings of female desire. Her siren is a Tom Paris who needs to be rescued, which is actually a pretty funny and on the nose interpretation of what Kes is into. Overcoming her urge to engage in some hurt/comfort roleplay, Kes rescues the ship, Medusa-like, by using her telepathic powers to return the awkward to sender.

I enjoy this episode because it’s about women’s personal lives, even though the script seems extremely confused about what those personal lives consist of. Janeway and Torres share a very sweet “welp, that was awkward” scene at the end in which they resolve to be a little less repressed in the future.

Of curse, we can't possibly expect either of them to follow through with their vow; when it comes to nineties television, the richest texts are usually those below the surface. 3/5 surreptitious coffee ice creams.

[celibateweedeater]

MTGA IS BAD

I worry that, if I post experiences I had playing MTG Arena, people will get the idea that MTG Arena is a fun time. It is not.

MTGA stinks, it sucks, its big doodoo. If you are looking to play Magic, try literally any other option. Play IRL with IRL friends with whatever random cards you guys have lying around. Play Tabletop Simulator MTG mod from the steam workshop. Play on Cockatrice - it's really not hard to set up. Even MTG Online is probably better, though I doubt it's good - I haven't really played it so I can't say for sure.

MTGA has some really rancid monetization and player retention bs. If you wanna make a fun deck, you either have to play for so long, or you have to pay so so much. And god forbid you wanna make two fun decks.

More than that, the predatory battle pass bullshit hinges on you winning games, meaning that every single format on the service functions as a competitive format by default. People are playing very good decks and they are playing to win, in general. This isn't a problem for me, I like competitive Magic, but there is so much more to Magic than this. Additionally, MTGA is not a social game whatsoever, with no chat or anything, and (at least for me) this makes it so much easier to get tilted and/or stop having fun.

The only reason I came back to MTGA, after successfully quitting for a couple years, is that I was overcome with an overwhelming urge to play Magic, any Magic, and I don't have any friends who wanna play Magic with me (I've tried!). My playing Arena is an act of desparation, nothing more, nothing less.

I have had lots fun on MTGA over the years, but I do not recommend this shit to other people.

[piganatur]

the eighth sense ep9-10

ok so this is very chaotic and long so everyone, brace yourself lol

After that gut-wrenching ending of ep8 we’re back in the therapist's office’s deep, underwater world. I love that there’s hardly any sound (and absolutely no music) whenever we’re in that office, it’s so silent as if it’s underwater, all is still. The sentence that sets Jaewon into motion, however, is his therapist telling him he’s selfish. That line literally pushes Jaewon not only to turn and face his therapist but to stand up and ‘protect’ himself against the statement. The only thing that can shake Jaewon is Jihyun (or the mere mention of him). He wants to protect Jihyun, but his therapist says he’s selfish for deciding things alone, for not considering Jihyun’s feelings, that’s basically the same as others hurting Jihyun. It’s an accusation of See? What you’re doing is what you want to protect him from

There are these lines that make me pause for a moment, giving me the urge to grip something bc 😩 Like Jaewon reasoning how he approached Jihyun first, what he literally says is ‘bc I reached my hands out to him first’ and I’m a weak bitch whenever it comes to hands (the mere mention of hands and I’m on the floor~) let it be holding, grabbing, not letting go of or reaching out and all their connotations so I’m just 😭😭😭😭😭 And now I’m thinking about Jaewon’s inability to see that he reached out first but Jihyun has been reaching out over and over again and maybe that only reminded him of this very first act, the one that, sometimes, he probably wished never even happened but what eventually saved him? (also, *vague hand gestures* it's a mirroring action-reaction kinda thing and I’m just *clenches fist*)

Not gonna lie, Jihyun scared me for a moment, being so inside his head and pondering so hard while walking with Joonpyo (like Jaewon’s vacant state got passed onto him BUT that’s another parallel so am I complaining? ofc NOT) friggin parallels and mirror conversations 😬😬😬 I’m just a shell of a person filled to the brim with t8s parallels now (should I make a post about all the parallels in all the episodes?? should I spiral into absolutely insane territory???)

As a viewer, it’s interesting to see Jihyun worry and actually waver (on a surface level) because of what Eunji told him (that Jaewon won’t even mention nor talk about him, like Jaewon talks about ANYTHING with Eunji… wow okay I’m sorry but this is too funny I share more connection with a roadside snail than these two did in the rekindled version of their relationship no.2) That scene shows just how inexperienced and young Jihyun is while simultaneously telling about his character growth and his response to fear (much like his final conversation with Jaewon about being afraid and maybe I’ll write an overall analysis about that, about overcoming fear in t8s but now it’s still just a scattered mess inside my head and I’m really not in any state to try and get into Jaewon’s head anytime in the near future so….)

I love LOVE the club room discussion:  ◦ first Jihyun wordlessly comforting Jaewon, not letting go of his hand, ◦ then shouldering all the blame so the surfing club can get re-approved, ready to give up something if that means, in turn, giving something to Jaewon, ◦ and then Yoonwon showing vulnerability – these are the scenes that make t8s so special to me… the buildup in this scene, the little things following each other that make Jaewon snap out of his stoic state to comfort a friend because he is a caring person and Yoonwon is his friend… these particles build on each other to push Jaewon to react, to move and do something (much like Jihyun finding - w/ the help of Joonpyo - Jaewon’s pictures and realising that Jaewon did not give up on photography and that fact propelling him to support Jaewon’s dream and giving him another camera?) It’s all action and reaction, some clear and loud, some like these snippets ready to get connected to reveal their final meaning

And I love that when Jihyun gifted the new camera the backdrop of that scene is a cluttered rock wall, all these one-of-a-kind entities of different sizes and forms backing them up from behind, when Jaewon is still at the point where he tries to piece his life together.

And Jihyun waits for him at a boulder that’s separate from the rest, where Jaewon joins him and then Jihyun gives him something precious and leaves. Jaewon stays there, because after everything that went down, much like Jihyun, that singular boulder is a certain and unshakable place. And he accepts what Jihyun gave him.

So when Eunji kisses him, Jaewon sees with his own eyes that what he does is actively hurting Jihyun because finally FINALLY he looks at Jihyun and what he sees is the pain he inflicted. It dawns on him, in that moment, that his actions are causing Jihyun harm, and that’s exactly what he wanted to protect Jihyun from. So he does what his therapist said and works on himself first (and I love how the creators play with/and portray time without blatantly stating how much of it passes)

Also, Eunji pls sit down and stop saying Jaewon is back in his right mind. He has changed clothes like once in the past 2 weeks ffs… Oh, but Jaewon throwing that same line back to her face?  I apologise, I wasn’t in my right mind yoooooooooooooooooo

When Jaewon said We’re done I was already cackling. Followed by the you’ve worked hard ...let’s agree that he was NOT talking about their assignment shdhgfhdhg. Another perfect establishing line for the following scene (also, Jaewon served in the navy?? he is  i n s a n e)

But back to Jaewon's road to realisation…Sajangnim is so real and I appreciate her every second I see her (also, like, everyone can be an oppa as long as they’re handsome😉). She literally beats some sense into Jaewon lol. It wouldn’t be the same if someone didn’t get boinked on the head with a spoon, that’s the sk experience~~~

The fact that both Jihyun and Jaewon were heavily led in the direction of finding answers by the advice of WOMEN *can I get an AMEN?* yes, I’m back at my women portrayed in t8s shit again

lmao I’m sorry but that Conan Gray song doesn’t even play for 0.3 seconds and Jihyun is already like yo Joonpyo do u know this song it’s so nice? hahaha but seriously,

I really like that Jaewon walks to Jihyun because walking with purpose is soooo powerful. He makes his way steadily and with determination towards happiness. He doesn't need to run, there is no need for that rush of urgency bc we always see these flashy and big actions portrayed as the picture of ultimate declaration (of yearning/wanting/striving for a better existence) when in reality, the quiet and sure things are just as valid, and often filled with more power.

The first time Jaewon unconsciously wandered (through roads he previously took w/ Jihyun) back to the samgyeopsal restaurant it made him smile, his heart led him there. This time however, he makes that choice consciously, he chooses to go to Jihyun and his every step is filled with that decision and with dedication...to pursue Jihyun and pursue happiness because Jihyun IS happiness to Jaewon and once his mind no longer fights it, going to Jihyun and trying is the simplest and most reasonable thing to do. The magic of Jaewon’s power walk is the conscious gravity of that realisation, of that act.

while watching the opening of ep10 all I could think of was t8s 🤝 tms: starts off teasing (the whole season) with clips that only happen in the last ep

If I’m honest, out of all the episodes, ep9-10 were the choppiest, but I get it, they had a lot to cover. There’s no swell, no smooth transition between the scenes, just a wave we climb and when it’s gone we hop onto another wave. Also, the experience of the last ep is akin to reading a c-webnovel where you get to the extras after the main story’s end… well, ep10 is all those extras combined:

◦ idk call me petty but Taehyung and Eunji are toxic people, I wouldn’t want them in my life for anything. Jaewon forgiving them is one thing bc it gives him closure but I hope as hell he cuts those two snakes out for good ◦ Jihyun’s dilemma of when was our first day (as a couple) is so ‘dating and romantic relationships in sk 101’ ◦ ily tipsy Jihyun, ily unruly Jaewon

I love everything @emotionallychargedtowel said in this post (thank you for the wonderful observations, your gripes are valid, I have even more lol) especially the bit about wanting, asking for, or expecting a certain level of care from the important people in our lives, Jiyun’s game, and the pursuer-distancer bit OMG THANK YOU FOR WRITING THAT!!! Jihyun’s game is my fav moment from the last two eps (closely followed by the opening sequence of ep10), it tells so much about his attitude and dedication towards their relationship

And on this note, I agree 120% with everything @emotionallychargedtowel and @jemmo wrote about the complexity of their relationship showed by the ‘twist to conventional roles' (and might I add, not just in queer romance but in romance as a genre too) Not me thinking about my post about Jaewon and Jihyun both actively romancing each other because for equality in a relationship, there has to be space for the ppl involved to move around, and at times, switch places (like taking care of one’s partner, be the one to woo them… then being taken care of, being wooed and so on) because it’s a dance where they take turns to lead depending on the situation because they both want this, because they feed into each other’s happiness.

Jaewon teases Jihyun, establishing again and again that he knows Jihyun is young, younger than Jaewon himself but he does NOT patronise Jihyun for it. It’s an indulgent way of acknowledging his bf’s youth while fully regarding him as an adult. And whenever Jihyun tries to downplay their age gap, whenever he puts them on the same standing with the casual slips of banmal, Jaewon is so happy to be treated like a friend, like someone of the same age as Jihyun. He doesn’t try to use his hyung status as leverage… it’s a balancing act, it is give-and-take and letting Jihyun give back and letting himself receive just as much because Jaewon appreciates Jihyun and takes him seriously as a person, not just as a cute younger boyfriend in need of doting on.

Then I saw this post from @jemmo and I’m !!!!!!!!

will you meet me more than halfway? 😭😭😩😩

Thank you for sharing that song and that particular line bc isn’t that what Jihyun did again and again, meeting Jaewon more than halfway?? Even at the end of ep9 he waited for Jaewon and when he saw him, he went down to meet him in front of the dorms. Jihyun took that extra step, once again meeting Jaewon more than halfway and ever since watching that scene my chest is so full

All in all, The Eighth Sense is a beautifully crafted, though evoking drama, full of passion and love apparent from its detailed and consistent plotline, believable three-dimensional characters, exceptional quality and cinematography. It made me kinda obsessed for 5 weeks and evoked thoughts and feelings I have not experienced since To My Star: Our Untold Stories. Everyone involved in making this drama deserves praise and an enormous round of applause 👏👏👏👏 Very well done 💕💕💕

[writingsofwesteros]

I saw the anon who mentioned the girls getting ready to go out, and Nora being the tease she is, and i literally remembered I probably sent it in an ask before but Nora 100% gives Aegon's bestie bi panic, she loves to tease her and she knows that Aegon seeing these things would make him utterly wild. Hel takes a lil video of then getting ready and sends it to the group chat, and poor bestie is so flustered- "Shoot- my lipgloss- I left it at home," Bestie sighed. "Oh, sweetie, that's okay, you can use mine." Nora said sweetly, pulling out a lipgloss from her purse, and Hel giggles. "Thank-" "No problem, baby- I can help you put it on. Here." Nora, her lips already perfectly glossed, leaned in closer and applied the lipgloss for her, bestie's cheeks flushed. "Oh- I missed a spot. Here, I'll get it hon," Nora purred, leaning in closer. She smelled so good, she always wore this expensive perfume, and she was so soft, as she let her pouty lips brush against hers, pressing her lips to hers, and she teasingly slid her tongue into her mouth before withdrawing, a thin line of spit connecting them. "I-I-uh,- thanks," Bestie gushed, as Hel sent that video in the group chat with an innocent smile, unbeknowst to poor bestie.

Best believe if Criston sees that video he's overcome with the sudden urge to pull bestie into a corner and fuck her.

Meanwhile poor Aeg- he hates being left out. Aemond gets hard, he's ready to skip the night out itself and just watch those same glossy lips of Daenora's wrapped around his cock.

Also Daeron seeing that video in his apartment in Oldtown, and without even thinking he's masturbating to it, of all the things his siblings showed him when he came home, he's just like Aegon and Aemond in that one of his favourites was hands on seeing the girl on girl action between Helaena and Nora, so this video, well- let's just say he cums pretty quickly.

(apologies, thought I'd answered this <3)

THE HOTTEST! Why is lip gloss delicious and i bet she has some cherry flavoured ones as well. Could just eat her up ;)

Criston fucking her from behind whilst his larger hand is covering her mouth; before two of his thicker fingers are pushing down on her tongue as she drools and gags

[lake-archive]

The Urge To Kiss

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Gentaro Yumeno

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

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Ann had no idea what had overcome them from one moment to the next. It was so sudden and there was no indicator of this even happening. It had suddenly overwhelmed them, the urge kicking in from one moment to the next. And it was right in the middle of a conversation as well. It was something which was just… Just…

It started pretty ordinarily, a lucky meeting as the two had bumped into another. Ann was on their way home after lectures, heading to the local train station. On their way they literally bumped their head into a face they are all too familiar with by now, Gentaro Yumeno. Since the two had seen each other now he suggested that the two should head to the train station together. They accepted the offer, seeing no reason to turn him down, and the two got to talking pretty quickly. Then again, when it comes to literary stuff there was no way one could run out! Or perhaps Ann could talk about it all day long. Then again, Gentaro participated in it willingly all the same. The two could talk eye–to–eye about those topics, it was honestly refreshing. He understood them in that regard and they were always grateful for that. So… It was a pretty ordinary walk home. Nothing special, nothing really happening… Maybe outside of the ‘lie’ coming from his mouth but they were honestly all too used to it at this point. Which begged the following question…

Why had Ann suddenly developed the urge to smash their own lips against his!?

It didn’t make sense. It really happened out of the blue, as if they had been overwhelmed. All of a sudden they blocked out what exactly he was saying and instead just focused on the tone of his voice. His soft tone sends shivers down their spine. He didn’t say anything worthy of that reaction, probably, all he did was talk. That was it really. And yet, it made their gaze wander slowly and it then stopped there… His mouth.

Or rather, his lips. They were staring for a good while, gulping. His mouth opened and closed and yet it was within reach… It was so very close, making them stare a little intensely. Their eyes were glued on those lips… The taste shot right in their mind. They had tasted them before, even if suddenly. It was in that bookshop, where he had covered the sight with a random book he had picked, at least from the public view. 

Thus they could remember vividly the softness as well as the taste. Even if it was embarrassing to admit, it was something which had stayed on their lips for some time shortly after. They had even poked them, still having felt the pressure of his lips against their own that day. It was just… Surreal. The two had shared a kiss. A sudden kiss but it was a kiss. And Gentaro had initiated it for one reason or another. They didn’t know why nor had they thought about it too much. In fact, it all had suddenly come back to them in one go, at this very moment. It had shot all back, the memory of it and… A weird sense of longing. 

They wanted to feel it again. They wanted to feel his lips against their own, though were hesitant at first. Would he mind? He had started it once so… Maybe he wouldn’t? Guh, their head was thinking too deeply about it, too hard. And the more they thought about it the crazier they drove in their very own mind.

‘Shut up! Just shut up and do it already!’ They had thought, begging him to make the first move again in their mind. But he didn’t. Then again, why would he during such a conversation!? But on the other hand it was his style to do something out of literal nowhere… So which was it!? They couldn’t say. They only knew one thing however… And that was that their patience was running thin at this point. The moments felt too long, way too long. They didn’t want to hear him talk anymore. They didn’t! He spoke enough!

And thus, they just did it. It had finally overcome them. Finally they no longer resist the urge. They had just gone ahead, interrupting the young author in the middle of his sentence, the moment they had grabbed a part of his clothing to pull him a little closer as well as right down to them.

They were technically forcing him down, enough so that their lips could meet his, once more feeling the warmth and softness from his lips. They were not sure how he reacted, given they had closed their eyes and could only feel and hear his reaction at most. But he didn’t fight back to their surprise, no. He had caught them off guard, even in this situation. It was as if he even disregarded what type of place they were.

Because before knowing it they got shoved a little closer as well, feeling his arms around them for this moment, the kiss lasting for some time. He had a grasp on them and soon they returned it, their grip on his clothing loosening to only instead embrace him as well for a short moment, arms resting on his shoulders as they were wrapped around his neck. 

Both sides had decided to increase the intensity, even if it would only last for a moment. The two may as well not have paid attention. And just when one was pulling away, the other responded by not letting them escape, once more pressing their lips against one another. It was addictive, the equivalent of a drug perhaps. It was… So much at once. And yet, they would lie if they said that they didn’t enjoy every second of it. Because they did, at least as long as they were in this state of bliss, this ignorance of shame.

But it would not last forever, of course not. Because soon both finally pulled away, grip loosening and light panting filling the air. Ann was slowly opening their eyes, staring right at Gentaro. Finally they could see his expression. And it brought them back to their senses, even if it was a face they had not expected. He seemed to be confused. Not in a complaining way, just surprised. He had not expected this, clearly, and they could see a hint of a blush. It was a rare sight, one they may as well have never seen before. 

His own grip had loosened, his arms dropping. Well, that was until they saw one of them going slowly up, touching his own lips while still being confused. Mabe flustered? Then again, as if this man could get flustered from anything.

As for Ann however… They couldn’t handle it. They quickly let go of him as well, feeling how their face was getting warmer by the second. They must have been blushing really hard at this very moment. It had just happened, suddenly overcoming them before knowing it. And they had kissed him out of nowhere, just like that, for some time. How were they supposed to explain this!? Ugh, they just wanted to run. They just wanted to… To… 

Wait, the train arrived just then! The train they had to get into! Maybe they could take this chance to run! Yeah, just run! Then no explanation would be necessary! And yet… Who is to say if they ever got to escape.

[dietcokedemise]

confessions of a junkorexic

may 31, 2023 | entry #8

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carbs are going to be death of me. literally and figuratively. i 🩷 carbs. if i could spend the rest of my life living off of chips, pastries, and potatoes, without the fear of my body mirroring the pudginess of the pillsbury doughboy, i would. carbs are my bestie. carbs are my comfort. but carbs are also my mortal 🔥enemy🔥. do you know how hard it is to combat a food addiction when sh*t like carbs exists?? very f*cking hard. it’s no secret that junk foods are genetically modified with a laundry list of different chemicals in order to make them so addictive (gotta love america), but my god does it have to be that addictive?!

so what’s my solution? to do what anyone else who’s trying to overcome a substance abuse addiction does—quit cold turkey. a decision that has only opened up yet another clusterf*ck of problems. it’s like i catapulted myself from one side of the #ed spectrum to the other. it worked for a while. my first ever “honeymoon phase”. it felt good to feel so in control of my binge urges for once. but the feelings of satisfaction and determination can only last but so long. that’s why it’s a phase. now i’m here, cursed for all of eternity and doomed to live the rest of my days in a binge/restrict limbo while simultaneously oversharing about it on the internet. can whoever’s in charge of my sim just trap me in a room with no door until i perish? it’ll be painful but at least i’ll go out skinny.

funny enough, do you know what prompted this entire tangent? popcorn. i really love popcorn. too much actually. so much so that i ended up eating over 600 cals worth of it in one sitting yesterday. and 420 cals worth of it today. THAT’S ENOUGH CALS FOR TWO MEALS!! will i ever be free from the clutches of carbs? find out next week on Confessions of a Junkorexic!

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food log

breakfast

N/A (0 cals)

lunch

garlic butter rotini noodles + veggies (340 cals)

croutons (60 cals)

weird trust me i know—i just really wanted bread and these were a low cal substitute 😭

water w/ sugar free drink mix (5 cals)

dinner

loaded broccoli (248 cals)

flounder fillet w/ butter (112 cals)

water w/ sugar free drink mix (5 cals)

snack(s)

water with chlorophyll + sugar free drink mix(s) (8 cals)

peanut butter protein bar (160 cals)

popcorn (420 cals)

water w/ zero sugar drink mix (5 cals)

total cal intake

1,363 cals 👎

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daily stats

cw

201 lbs (91.2 kgs) [-0]

bmi

38

steps

not tracked

hrs fasted

12

days binge free

3

[catgirl-catboy]

Finally someone who gets the symbolism in him, he is very greatly crafted and very symbolical one and it hurts to see people just care about Inori's death and reduced him just Inori's murderer.

Gosh I love him.

And I believe he and Taka can actually tolerate eachother, it is fun to Imagine my favourite characters interaction.

Well I would agree Kanade being a victim in some degree, her parents really bad parents and it did not help she was bullied too, there is no positive figure for her but still she is very bad about finding coping mechanisms!

And which character dynamics would great to see other than Byakuya and Taka?

I'm gonna write the last part of this first because I have a list!

Mondo and Junko are perfect foils, but he has to go and die before they can interact. They literally committed the same crime, but one of them regrets it an aaa. I am actively resisting the urge to write a fic about those two due to scheduling.

I know we get an entire set of FTEs, but I'd really like more interactions between Makoto and Mukuro in the main storyline. I love Sayaka, but can Muku have like, 20% of that screentime. If I were in charge of writing the series, I'd have her actually develop her crush on Makoto here and get cold feet about this whole plan, and then have her defy Junko for real. We can still get her dying lines, but in a "how did you know I was going to betray you before even I did" way.

Speaking of Mukuro, can I drag you down into rarepair hell with Mukuro and Celeste? There's so much potential there for drama. Celeste is an Ult. Gambler, she is the most likely to catch onto the fact some shady shits going on. Celeste wants to be served and Mukuro has served others her whole life. Its such an interesting concept that we never got to see.

Taka and Toko are also an interesting one. I imagine that the possibility of Toko being locked up for a crime Syo committed would challenge his already shaky sense of justice. I also think he'd be torn about her self loathing. On one hand, she's a genius. On the other hand, anyone can work hard enough to overcome their flaws. Also, Toko is a romance novelist, so if anyone can convince Taka to snap out of it and keep living, its probably her.

There are more I could talk about (like Byakuya and Sayaka) but this is getting to be long! The epic version of THH that exists only in my head is a wonderful thing.

A Byakuya fan? Excellent taste! I'm so sorry the fandom did him dirty by either erasing his flaws or demonizing him for his treatment of Toko. (which was scummy, but she was equally if not more toxic.)

I could see him and Taka getting along in chapter two, after Taka has learned to be slightly less judgmental of others. Taka did not care about his negative comments, which bodes well!

Nah, if I ever met Kanade in real life, I would run like hell! But since she's fictional, I can enjoy her depravity! (though I would prefer if she never made that face again. You know the one) Same holds true for most of my faves. I just really dislike the "she was born evil" take. I mean, from canon I think she shows signs of being a psychopath, but not all psychopaths end up becoming mass murderers! I think it'd be like, especially fucked up if during that scene of her killing her parents, she gets called Hibiki. Ouch.

Yessssss the symbolism in Danganronpa is so fun, and nobody overanalyzes it enough. One of my favorite gems of symbolism in the series is Gonta getting killed by mechanical wasps, aka technology. Because he was a victim of the virtual world just as much as Miu. and Kokichi too in a sense. I could write a whole essay about stylistic choices such as these, but people'd probably think I've gone batshit. (Anyways, the Sword not being very practical represents Sayaka. Despite everything, she's not really made for combat and leaves residue (clues.) wherever she goes)

(Tangent, the more an execution tries to teach a fucked up lesson to the killer, the better it is. You can't change my mind.)