#So are the people who called me friend who haven't bothered to check in on me

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this is just a rant about my brother and it won't let me add a read more sorry

I know I'm not the only one to have issues with my sibling, but damn am I emotional about it today. When we were younger, sure we argued but I knew no matter what we had each other's backs. We had planned to get semi matching tattoos! We were still close as we got older, but when he moved away everything changed. I knew he wouldn't text or call much, but I was glad to hear from him once or twice a month. Then radio silence occurred. It's weird going from seeing someone every day to not at all (it isnt like we hung out a lot, I was in uni and we both worked full time).

When I met his girlfriend I felt peace and really liked her. We had long conversations and I thought all was fine. I still don't know if it's her or he just changed. He doesn't even resemble who I once knew. Its been, what, 5 years since he moved away? He would still text and call for the first year or so, but I moved to a similar area to him for work (30 minute drive from our places). I didnt expect him to meet up or talk more often, and he didn't. But he would initiate contact and we would make plans, then day of he would cancel. I moved hours away, and it doesn't even feel like I ever lived close to him other then when we were young.

He got married while I lived 30 minutes from him and I wasnt even invited. He had originally when they were going to do a ceremony, but they eloped (I still saw they had a party after with friends). He hasn't gotten me a Christmas gift for years, when that was a big thing to him when he was younger (i understand not having a lot of money, but even a card to say he was thinking of me would be nice). The straw that broke the camels back was he didn't wish me a happy birthday last year. In fact, none of my friends did except for this dude who is trying to fuck me and my best friend.

When he realized he didn't wish me happy birthday, he didn't even apologize. Just said he was busy. His wife said that people put too much stock in birthdays and we should be happy we are alive, which he agreed with and yes j agree but damn.

We were able to get together for Christmas as a family *I worked last year* and so I got them a card and gift card. I wrote a little note inside that said merry Christmas and had my name on it. When they found out that they had presents from my parents and a card from me, you know what their response was? To roll their eyes. It's a fucking gift. I understand if you are embarrassed cause you can't buy anyone things, but be appreciative we thought of you??? They left snd I found out 2 weeks later from my mom that he had thanked her for the gifts. Guess who didn't get a fucking thank you. Do I want a gift in return? No! Just a thank you would be nice! And it isnt like they thought my parents gave them all the gifts my NAME was on it. Prior to Christmas I hadn't heard from him in months. MONTHS. I still haven't heard from him

It fucking sucks and I'm glad we never got those stupid tattoos. Having every single person ask me about him is infuriating enough, I'm glad I dont have to have a physical fucking reminder. I am not messaging or contacting him at all. I know I'm extremely hurt by other things he has said and done which I didn't write here, but the birthday and Christmas thing were my last straw. That isnt even everything that happened at Christmas but apparently I'm a damn good actress cause my parents didn't have a clue I was upset.

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: Damian's Friend

I feel like this has been done before so if it has please let me know!

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Damian is still learning to make friends. Sure, he has Superboy but according to his brothers and teachers he needed more friends. But why should he bother with new friends when one was already such a pain to keep up with? Social cues were hard to understand, jokes didn't make sense, and most civilians were far too squishy. He could end up hurting them accidentally and that would endanger his secret identity.

Though he quickly learned that meeting people as Robin made it considerably easier. That's how he ended up meeting Phantom, a 15-Year-Old boy who seemed rather lost. His only explanation for why he was in Gotham had been, "Listen, my mentor told me to come here and to stick with the birds and the bats. I don't know what that is or why I'm here but considering I don't seem to be able to go home yet I can only assume that I haven't found what I was looking for yet."

Phantom was strange, even for a meta. He didn't know what Gotham was, who Superman or Batman were, he had never heard of the Justice League, or even heard of 'metas' until Robin explained it to him. The kid seemed honest and he was staying out of the way of patrols and stuff which was more than most meta's did.

The only time he interfered with any fight was when Robin was cornered in a fight. In theory Robin would have been able to handle it but in the moment he had - admittedly - been a little in over his head. Phantom showed up and not only got Robin to safety but had managed to take down all of the enemies without killing anybody.

From that moment on Robin considered Phantom a friend and had given Phantom the number to one of the burner phones he kept on him during patrols. Phantom never called but would answer any time Robin checked in.

Which came in handy one day when the entirety of the team got trapped when a building came down, including one very frightened Superboy. The team was arguing loudly among themselves as they tried to figure out how to get out while Batman sat to one side with a headwound.

None of them were in good shape.

They were running out of air.

And the team were fighting and wasting even more air.

"We need more help." Nightwing said, "But I don't think Superman could hear us from here and nobody else in the city will be able to reach us before we run out of air."

"I could call my friend." Robin suggested, leaning against the wall.

"Uh..." Everybody looked at Superboy then each other.

"Your what?" Red Hood questioned.

"Is he saying friends?" Whispered Signal.

"Did you hit your head?" Spoiler asked, walking over as Robin stepped away from her.

"No, this is delirium. The air is too thin in here for him." Red Robin said.

"Robin, all your friends are right here." Superboy said.

Robin scoffed. "I have other friends. You guys told me I needed more friends, so I made friends. It was a task which I completed." He said, pulling out his phone as he silently muttered a 'please work' under his breath.

"Aw! I'm so proud of you!" Nightwing doted as Robin rolled his eyes and hit the call button.

"Yo, Robin, you see the collapse?" Phantom's voice said, sounding weirdly echoed on the line, not that it was unusual for Phantom's voice to do such a thing on calls.

"Bigger problems. I was inside the building during the collapse. Batman is down. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan, Signal, Spoiler, and Superboy are all in here with me. We need exfil."

"Oh shit, on my way. I can get all of you out at once but you guys will have to forget what personal space is for a minute." Phantom said as Robin ignored the looks from the others.

"Whatever it takes, but hurry we're running out of air."

"What floor are you on?"

"Basement."

"Got it, I'll be there in just a second." The call turned to static for a moment before Phantom phased through the ceiling and looked at them. "Wow, a party." Phantom said, ending the call and slipping the phone into a bag on his back.

"No time, get us out of here." Robin pushed.

Phantom nodded, "You and you put Batman between you." He ordered Nightwing and Red Hood who after a moment did as they were told, supporting Batman between them. "Now use your free hands and hug me. The rest of you guys hug them and no matter what do not let go of each other or me. If you do you'll die."

"Great, trust the weird glowing kid not to drop us and kill us or die here. This will only go well." Red Hood growled but didn't question it further as they all held onto Phantom.

Robin could feel the ground vanish from under them as they flew upwards through the building and then out into open air. Phantom then took then a safe distance from the building near where the police were and made sure they were all on the ground before he stopped flying.

"There you go. Thanks for riding Phantom-Air." Phantom said, sounding exhausted as he leaned against Robin who frowned up at the taller teen.

"You okay?"

"All good. Been a minute. You guys get checked out. See you around Robin." Phantom said, then flew away as Superboy grabbed Robin's arm.

"Are we going to talk about the fact that your new friend doesn't have a heartbeat?" He said anxiously.

"He... doesn't?" Robin tilted his head.

"No!" Superboy squeaked, "Where did you even meet that kid?!"

"He saved me from being shot. It's no big deal."

"Does B know he exists?" Red Robin asked.

"No."

"Then it's a big deal." The others sighed.

Nightwing shrugged. "Next time introduce us to him properly though, when we're not suffocating in a hole."

"I suppose I will consider it."

Orphan was quiet for a moment, "New brother?"

"NO!" They all said together as she chuckled.

[todomochi-uwu]

Who (1/?) -J.Y & S.M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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"Mingi, please. I think we should talk; I don't feel good and…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm tired."

You are always tired these days…

"Yunho, love do you want to go out and check out that new cafeteria? I heard they have…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm busy."

You are always busy these days...

Things haven't been the same in a while, always in a rush, always in a mood. You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you. It was a type of routine you had grown accustomed to, and even if it was killing you inside, the idea of being without them was way worse than the pain of their neglect. Cold, endless nights laying in a bed that was way too big for you; tasteless dinner plates that would end up in the trashcan or at the back of the fridge rotting. A home that was crumbling from its foundations, one that you had so desperately tried to patch up and fix by yourself. But in the end, you just had to face the cruel reality, that they don't care. You were not a priority; your relationship was at the bottom of their list.

That's how you ended up at Chan's apartment, in the middle of the night, with so much as your phone in your pocket and your heart in your hand.  He had been your main support the last weeks, anything you wanted, anything you needed, no questions asked. Whenever you woke up crying, whenever you broke down in the middle of the day, Chan was always there to comfort you. And so, you laid there, in his chest, the aftermath of a movie night in which you had only cried twice, an important milestone.

The constant buzzing in the pocket of your pyjamas was making it quite hard for you to continue sleeping. You knew exactly who dared bother you so late at night, it had been the same callers every single night for the past month.

"Don't answer it." Chan's groggy voice filled your ears. He was right. You declined the call and turned off your phone.

But said-call had already done its job, you couldn't stop thinking about the phone, well the people behind it. Your phone was full of texts and missed calls, eight people behind them, because their friends were loyal like that.

They are so sorry.

Please talk to them.

Yunho is drowning himself in work.

Mingi doesn't even talk to us.

Funny it is. A few weeks ago, it seemed they could live perfectly fine without you; they could go on with their day without even glancing your way. You gave them every single piece of your being just to get crumbles in return. But at the same time, your heart is weak, it can’t help but break every time you read one of their texts, wondering if they miss you that much, if they are sorry, if maybe, just maybe, you should go back.

“Y/n… you are overthinking again.” Bang Chan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I know, I just feel bad, Chan. Maybe I overreacted, maybe if I tried a bit harder to talk to them…” There you were again, trying to justify their actions. Chan gave you the same stern look he had been giving you for weeks, every time you blamed yourself.

He got up, not mentioning the subject anymore. Tired of going on about the same subject, “Hey, are you hungry? I can make you something or we can order in.”

It would be a lie to say you were not enjoying Chan’s presence. Having someone to talk to, someone to have a meal with, even someone who sits next to you without being on their phone or computer, you miss not feeling alone. And even though you were heartbroken, you felt warm on the inside.

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While you might be doing somewhat okay, the other parts of your relationship were not. The house was in complete silence, no matter the hour, no matter the day, no one would dare say a word, their mouths too busy sobbing every single time they remembered their sins, taking you for granted, neglecting you, breaking you.

Yunho would keep himself busy at the hospital, the idea of going back to a broken home simply made him nauseous, and even if the lack of food and the stress were killing him, he much rather endure that than face the harsh truth. Mingi wasn’t any better, endless nights spent in the office, acting as if he was reviewing cases, but the reality was that he just wanted a place to cry without anyone noticing him. Even the love between them was running cold. Fight after fight, they spat cruel words and thoughts trying to get all the hurt and anger out of their chests, blaming themselves, blaming each other. How did they not notice things were so wrong? How could they let things get so wrong?

“Oh, don’t act as if I'm the only one who wasn’t here, you slept at the office almost every day. I came home late, but you didn’t even come at all.” Yunho said, venom in his voice and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Mingi scratched his forehead in frustration, he could feel the bile going up his throat. “Forgive me for trying to pay the bills, someone has to pay for the house, the student loans, the fucking food that’s on the table.”

“Fuck off, don’t you dare say I’m not bringing any money. Besides, you know that this is temporary while I finish my residency…”

And there the cycle began once again, a screaming match of arguments that never went anywhere, masking the true cause of their pain. Tears ran down their faces, their voices broke down more and more with each word they let out, Yunho's body trembled so much it hurt, while Mingi’s chest felt as if it was about to explode.

“I’m not okay, Yunho.” It was the first time any of them said it out loud, his voice was much raspier and heavier than the usual one.

“I'm not either, Mingi.” He whispered, fearing he would break down even more if he admitted it much louder.

“She left three weeks ago.”

Yunho could only nod.

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

“I don’t know, Mingi.”

[nottsbitch]

My Star- Theo Nott

Harry potter au singer girlfriend X theo nott Italics are flashbacks

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"June it's almost time for you to go on"

Since you were younger you had always known that you wanted to be famous. Whether it came from acting in front of a camera or singing on stage. While most people thought that was an out-of-touch dream you knew it was exactly what you wanted.

"I'm almost ready!" That was a lie.

You weren't ready. Tonight was the last show of your first tour and you were supposed to be excited but for some unknown reason, you couldn't be. Of course, that reason wasn't actually unknown.

Your long-term boyfriend, Theo, had been your biggest supporter and your biggest inspiration. You were so blindly in love that every milestone in your relationship had become a song.

Your first song that took off was called "Spring into Summer" which you wrote after your first fight.

"All I'm saying is you could've told me. You know gave me a warning instead of me being blindsided when my friends are texting me telling me that they see my girlfriend out to lunch with her ex-boyfriend who she told me stopped bothering her." In all of their relationship June had never seen her boyfriend this upset before.

She went to try and explain herself but before you could get her mouth open Theo was talking again.

"You know I love you but when you do things like this I have to wonder if you feel the same way about me."

A shot to the heart was all that June felt.

"Theo... Don't say that." You paused "You know I love you"

"So you have a good reason for why you were with your ex?" You stayed silent. "That's what I thought"

With that your boyfriend stormed out with a slam of a door leaving you with his scent and your thoughts.

That night you wrote the lyrics

"If I could jump into the past I'd only change one thing, I'd never hurt you first, I'd never let you leave"

Your next song that blew up was called "So American" and once again your boyfriend was the center of that one. This one was written about your first day all those years ago.

"So you're saying that every morning you wake up and choose to eat beans on toast?" Maybe not the best thing to say on a first date but you were so stunned you couldn't hold that in.

"You're so American and it's showing. Yes, I wake up and eat this." He muttered while chuckling "And yes I enjoy it very much."

After breakfast, you guys walked London getting to know each other. And when you were getting dropped off back at your aunt and uncle's house Theo handed you flowers he had bought just moments before and kissed your cheek. Once inside you quickly whipped your phone out texting your best friend:

"Oh god I'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up"

"So it went good then?"

"He laughed at all my jokes"

After many years together and many songs written, He had become a safe place for you. When you decided that you were going to go on tour Theo was almost as excited as you. Swearing that he would be at every show. But when his mom got sick he had to take a flight home missing over half the tour, and you couldn't be upset. But in moments like the one you were currently in you selfishly wish that your boyfriend could be right there with you.

"Okay, June you've got this. It's just the biggest show you've ever played. Don't let this psych you out." You looked a little crazy talking to yourself in the mirror like that but that was the least of your worries.

"Wow, Lucky Star. I haven't seen you for a few weeks and you're going crazy, Talking to yourself and all. Should we have you checked out?" Theo had been standing behind you for longer then you had noticed and decided that he should make himself known.

You turned around hopping out of your chair knocking it over in the process as you ran to your boyfriend. You jumped into his calming arms in silence just to make sure this was real.

"what are you doing here?" You uttered just loud enough for him to hear

"You think I would miss your last show?" He raised his eyebrows, smirking, like something was funny.

"what about your mom?"

"She'll be fine for a night although she wishes she could be here" He set you down moving his hands from your waist to your face "Enough about me how do you feel?"

No matter how long they had been dating he never failed to make your heart flutter.

"I'm a little bit nervous"

"I brought you something maybe this can help you calm down" He pulled something out of his pocket

"A keychain?"

He rolled his eyes "Flip it over"

YOU ARE MY LUCKY STAR

"Just so you never forget" He started quickly noticing the tears forming in your eyes "Don't cry you just got your makeup done. What youre gonna do is go out there and kill it like you always do"

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"Send her up" You heard in your earpiece as you started getting raised to the stage.

As you came into view all you could hear was cheers.

"Hi! Everyone!"

Cheers

"Thank you all for coming tonight. I know most shows I've stayed true to my setlist but tonight we're gonna switch it up a little bit. As most of you know most of my songs are written about my lovely boyfriend Theodore Nott."

You paused while everyone cheered as you put your guitar on

"Well, he's here tonight for the first show in a little bit so I'm gonna sing his favorite song I've written about him... So this one is called So High School."

With that, you started playing your guitar as the crowd got silent. Looking over to the VIP tent you saw your boyfriend smiling at you with his phone out recording like a proud mother.

"I feel so high school every time I look at you"

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[bambinambi]

Nobody Is Your Friend

Life as a Jyeshta native

I've always struggled with maintaining friendships. I always considered myself to be a really good friend; putting in a ton of energy into my friends' birthdays, checking up on them regularly and always being there for them but I don't believe I've ever recieved the same energy back. Oftentimes, my so-called "friends" wouldn't even wish me happy birthday, get me anything, or plan anything for my birthday. They would rarely bother to check on me, even during COVID. I've had "friends" constantly put me down by ridiculing my physical appearance or intelligence. I've had friends purposefully leave me out of plans because I was no longer fun to be around after my grandmother passed away.

I've had "friends" that I cut off, turn around, and harrass and bully me after the fact. I've had friends tell me I was 'trauma dumping' onto them whenever I decided to be vulnerable despite being there for them whenever they needed anyone to talk to, even being told I am not a "good enough support system" despite ALWAYS being there. I've generally had friends demand things of me that they were never willing to reciprocate. As a consequence, I've become quite jaded to the idea of befriending people. I realise that I don't hold friends to a degree that others do because I've seen all the worst sides of how friendship can turn out. I have a solid 5 friendships, and even then, I know they're not as great as the friendships I've witnessed in my life.

Whenever I pursue a relationship with someone, they often end up acting in ways that make me pull back, like deciding they suddenly hate me, talking behind my back, being unnecessarily hypercritical of me, telling people the things I've said to them in confidence, making fun of me behind my back, the list goes on.

On the other side of things, I've noticed an obsessiveness towards me (which I partly contributed to having a Mrigashira moon) relating to this incessant need I've realised that some people have to almost "breaking me down" or "taking me off my high horse" (even when having low confidence), especially if I've "bruised" their ego in a way. I remember two months after I stopped talking to this guy (he would constantly try to prove his intellectual superiority over me), he and his friends posted a video in which he tried to make it seem like he was never interested in me, in spite of the fact that I only started really noticing him because my friends would point out how he and his friends (sometimes in his absence) would always stare at me, and try to get close to me.

Thankfully, I've studied people enough to recognise that the things people have criticised me about are usually the things they themselves are insecure about, so I don't take it too personally, but it does get draining.

Another thing I've noticed about the "obsessiveness" is people copying me, like A LOT (watching Claire Nakti's video of Jyeshta confirmed this to me). After adopting my entire personality, dress sense, music taste, and mannerism, these individuals would end up discarding me. It's like they would steal my very essence. That's how I felt after my last friendship that felt like this. At the end of friendship, I was a shell of myself.

Romantic relationships haven't been able to fill the void either, as I feel like the men who are evidently attracted to me always feel a need to humble me or sexualise me but are never serious about being in long-term relationships with me (I definitely blame my Lilith and Pluto aspecting almost all my personal planets), and so I remain quite lonely in the world. I also have Jyeshta in the 10th house (the house public image and perception) and Lilith in the 11th house(the house of friendships and communities) closely conjunct my venus, which opposes a Punarvasu North Node so to say relationships are difficult would be an understatement.

-31 August 2024

[freyarabbit]

��"Feeling bold today, are we...?"◇

[~Megumi Fushiguro x Reader fic, Megumi and Reader are 21, Nsfw✞,consumptipn of alcohol by reader, loss of virginity, swearing~]

Bla bla bla, it was all you heard. Not because you couldn't care enough to hear what your friends were saying, but because you couldn't. You couldn't understand what they were saying properly, it all just felt like a blur.

You'd drunk alcohol for the first time today, after falling victim to peer pressure, in disbelief that you drank alcohol before losing your virginity. It felt quiet embarrassing, really.

You truly liked all your friends, but their voices were getting unbelievably frustrating. Wanting to just be picked up from this shitty place and be taken in your comfy bed, you promised yourself to never drink so carelessly again, because this was agonizing.

Megumi was patiently waiting for you outside in his car. Before you'd left, you told him to come to pick you up at 8 pm sharp...but he'd been here for almost 40 minutes now. He didn't feel angry, he felt concerned and worried.

He wouldn't describe the place as crowded, but the amount of people was more than what he was comfortable with, as that made it difficult to find you.

He didn't want to barge inside the building without your permission, but by now he felt as if he had no choice. Figuring that you'd understand, he put his phone inside his pocket and entered inside, slowly opening the door as the excruciatingly loud music hit his ears.

Uncomfortably making his way deeper in the house party, even having had his way blocked by a few flirty girls who hit on him. He didn't pay mind to that however, way too focused on finding you.

He towered over most people, making it easier for him to spot you. You were sitting on a couch looking tired and drowsy, as the people around you gossiped and laughed, not even bothering to ask you if you were okay.

His brows furrowed, jaw clenching as he walked up to you. Your friends quickly turned their heads, going quiet.

He quickly pushed your hair out of your face, instinctively checking the temperature of your forehead, just in case if you were sick, since your face was burning up.

He was worried you had a fever, but his eyes spotted the alcohol lying messily on the table.

Sighing, his heart was put a little more at ease, though he felt a little annoyed at how careless you were. He noticed how you probably weren't up for walking around, for which he had a pretty simple solution. Picking you up and carrying you back out.

Gently lifting you, he threw you over his shoulder, walking all the way back with no problem, as everyone stared at you both, some in awe, some in jealousy and others in concern.

After walking out, he placed you on the passenger's seat as if you were a delicate flower. You were still conscious, of course. And your boyfriend having lifted you like that, made you a little more aware of your surroundings as your eye lids fluttered open wider, staring at him getting onto the driver's seat with a mildly annoyed expression, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

God, you felt embarrassed at how turned on you felt all of a sudden. It should be considered completely natural, because both of you were already dating and he was an attractive man. But the problem was, you'd never had sex with him or anyone up until now before.

You knew that tons of people would probably call you dumb or stupid for that, for how you haven't even done any sexual activities with a boyfriend this hot, despite having been together for quite a long time. But it's just that you haven't felt ready for it...right now being an exception.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

He asked without turning his head towards you, catching you off guard.

"Ah- uh well...mmm- there was nothing else...to look at so-"

You desperately hoped he didn't realize that you were practically drooling over him. But that hope was quite small due to how observant your dear lover is.

"Since you're talking now, would you mind explaining to me why the hell you were so careless with something like alcohol?"

"I... I fell for...p-peer pressure..."

"I really didn't expect this kind of behavior from you. Do you know what you risk whenever you get yourself in such a vulnerable position in a place filled with people you don't even know?"

You just listened quietly, body trembling at how good his angry voice sounded, as your body shamelessly pooled heat to your lower stomach while he lectured you. It felt like getting butterflies but so much more dirtier...

Upon reaching home, Megumi's gentle behavior continued, despite him being upset with you.

As he entered you both's shared home, you were at your limit. You couldn't resist anymore, as you kissed and bit his neck while still being in his hold.

He opened the car door for you, helping you come out. Even picking you up again when he realized that you still had difficulty standing.

His eyes had widened, as he understood how you felt. The alcohol must've really made you feel like this. Your hands were running all over him and he wanted to give you that affection back, but he knew it will go alot further and didn't want to do this while you were still drunk. Feeling as if he'd be taking advantage of you if he did.

Suppressing his urges, he pressed on without saying anything, placing you down onto the couch. But as he tried letting you go, you only clinged on to him tighter, unwilling to let go.

He groaned, "Baby...what do you need?"

"Need you, gumiii-..."

Holy shit, he'd never heard you speak in this voice.

"No- baby, you're drunk right now, I can't...do that..." it was getting considerably harder for him to resist you when you kept persuading him like this.

"Please please please...I'm ready- and I'll be okay as long as- it's with you-..."

That was it, the last straw.

He swiftly kisses you, feeling even more turned on as you tried reciprocating with the same energy.

Pushing his hands up your skimpy little top, massaging your adorable breasts. He felt like ravaging you right now, but chose to savour it instead, knowing that you're still a virgin.

Pushing your legs apart from each other, he slid your panties to the side. You were a virgin, yeah, but sure knew how to dress like a slut.

He was about to give you foreplay, but surprise washed over him as he saw how wet you already were.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the discovery he'd made. As you looked away, embarrassed.

"So, this is what was going on when I was scolding you in the car, isn't it?"

"You like it when I'm mean to you, don't you?"

You didn't have time to respond, as he began pushing his fat cock inside of your small little tight hole. Looking down at it, you couldn't even believe that was going inside you, all of it.

You whimpered as it went deeper into you, making you feel like alot weaker than you are.

Your breath hitched as he stuffed himself inside you, groaning at how your walls squeezed his dick. He'd never felt this good fucking anyone before, and he'd literally just begun with you.

Your mewls and moans only turned him on more as he licked up your tears, kissing your lower lip while your mouth remained open, calling out his name.

He wasn't even fucking into you that fast, and you were already a mess under him. The small streaks of blood on his cock, and some leaking out of your little pussy, it make a smile creep up on his face. You were really his now.

Your moans turned into screaming, nearing your first ever real orgasm, as he was about to have the best one in his life.

"Me-megumi!!"

That was it, the way you screamed out his name, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim, as you tried catching your breath.

He pulled out of you, slowly, making your already sensitive insides ache, causing a mixture of cum and blood to leak out of you.

God, was this a sight to behold.

You looked so pretty, still, as you let out sighs, breathing heavily.

He pulled you up by the back of your head, offering you a glass of water, before speaking up

"Did it feel good, honey?"

"Mm-...mhm"

[Not proofread yet]

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up then."

[that-one-enby-ranger]

It's John Richard Deacon's birthday today so that means its time to yap about him so get ready

First of all, I fucking love this man. This man is amazing and has got to be one of the best people I have had the pleasure of knowing about. He is an amazing player, and even though I will admit he is probably not THE best, he is still, in my opinion, one of the best, and will always be my favourite.

This man is such a talented musician and I hate how underrated he is. He is one of the less open members of the band and is not as public, and of course isn't like Freddie, so he is often forgotten about by people who pay more attention to the music instead of the band themselves. He has written great songs for Queen which include Another One Bites The Dust, I Want To Break Free, You're My Best Friend (which he wrote for his wife and I find that so cute), wrote the bass line for Under Pressure (and then forgot it while getting pizza but lets not talk about that), Friends Will be Friends, Spread Your Wings and others

And then he has songs which are extremely underrated in my opinion because they are fucking GREAT. Misfire (great lyrics, truly poetic, can't believe someone could come up with such great words and meanings), In Only Seven Days, You and I, If You Can't Beat Them, One Year of Love, and I don't care what anyone else says I like Back Chat. He wrote other songs as well. Even though he didn't write as many songs as the other members did, he still wrote songs, some of which went on to be massive hits, and he still contributed a lot to the band.

There's a reason why the rest of the band chose him as their bass player. They tried out multiple different bass players and none of them worked out. Then they met John and boom they had the best bass player they could ask for.

John also knew engineering, and he is an electronics engineer by training. He created his own amplifier in 1972 and it is called the Deacy amp. That's fucking cool. I'm not an engineer of any kind, but I would guess that's pretty impressive.

THIS MAN IS A FUCKING FAMILY MAN. He loves his family so much and it is so sweet. His wife's name is Veronica and in an interview (I'm pretty sure it was an interview they did for The Miracle album) he said that one of his favourite songs was a song called Veronica or something like that because it was the name of his wife. He also has six kids which is pretty badass if you ask me. Plus he wrote You're My Best Friend for his wife and that is super fucking sweet especially if you listen to the lyrics and remember that he wrote that for her. "Ooo, you make me live."

We joke about John being the cute baby of the band, and even though he is adorable, he is also a complete badass and I love him for it. According to Brian May, John could make you want to crawl into a ball and die with just a couple sentences. That wasn't a direct quote but it was something similar. There was one time when the band were out recording for an album or something like that, I can't remember the specifics, but John pretty much just fucked off and went to Bali, and left a note on his bass case saying that he went to Bali. He wrote Misfire. He used to throw peanuts into Brian's hair while he was playing his guitar solos at concerts. He learnt to play the double bass in two days because Brian told him as a joke that he would need it to play '39 even though he didn't. He had tons of stitches in his hand from smashing through glass when he was drunk or something and he still played a gig. A photographer couldn't do a photoshoot for Queen so they payed John to do it and he tried to take pictures of Roger's ass. I'm like 80% sure it was Roger I can't really remember. This is just the stuff I can think of at the top of my head by the way, this isn't even all of it. If I could be bothered to get my phone and look through Queen folder to try and find all this shit then I could add more but I'm lazy. By the way, I haven't fact checked any of this shit and I am definetely not going to, this is just shit I've heard, so some of it may not even be true, but I don't care, I like to think it is.

He is the most quite and reserved of the band, especially when it comes to the public and I absolutely repsect that. Just because he's apart of one of the most famous bands in the world does not mean he has to be public outside of that. He didn't have too much attention put on to him during shows, and I can only assume he liked it like that, but he still had his own little prescensse and I love him for it. He had a little cocktail bar behind his amp ad during concerts he would be constantly going back to get drinks, so throughout the show he would be getting more and more drunk and would be getting more hyper most likely. During concerts he did little disco moves and dances and it was the best seeing him hop around in his own little area and do his own little thing.

HIS DECISION TO LEAVE QUEEN AFTER FREDDIE DIED WAS COMPLETELY VALID AND ANYONE WHO DISAGRESS CAN GO TO HELL. I heard somewhere that part of the reason why he didn't want to carry on wasn't just because of Freddie, but was also because when Freddie was with them, he felt that most of the attention would be on Freddie, but after he died, he felt that more attention would be on him and he didn't like that, and honestly that is completely fine and he can decide what he wants to do. He cared so much about Freddie and he apparently cried before going on stage for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert and he should not have to carry on with something if he doesn't want to do it

John is such a silly cutie. They all are. But today we focusing on John. I'm writing this while watching John clips and he is so cute and such a silly underrated guy.

Also, I noticed the John Deacon tag here only has like 7.something K followers and THAT IS CRIMINAL HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

He did the triangle in killer queen and that is the reason he has a microphone and I found that so fucking funny.

There is so much more I could write about him, but Im gonna stop now because I'm only half focusing on my deacy clips and he deserves more attention so I'm gonna watch that

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Tour Guide to the Unexplained- A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Chapter 4- Sleepaway Pig

Stan and Ford didn’t expect much when getting shipped up to Gravity Falls to stay with estranged family. Not a stupidly cool biker, not weird phobias, and definitely not the Mystery Shack and their lying uncle who runs it. But with Ford’s smarts and Stan’s punching, there’s no mystery they can’t solve.

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Stan sat on the gift shop counter, listening to Carla as she recounted her date night with Bud. Hurt a little bit, because Bud was the worst, but she was super excited to tell anyone so Stan would do it. He'd do it for her. 

"And Bud said that the rest of the carnival will be here next week, for the week, but the puppet show arrived early. It really was amazing, you should check it out," Carla beamed, sitting on the other side of the counter.  Stan felt his chest go ba-dump for reasons he'd never admit because it was embarrassing. 

"Maybe we will." Just because it was paid for by Gideon and the Tent of Telepathy, didn't mean they had to go watch his act. "Puppet shows aren't real common in Jersey. Closest we got was this one fortune teller machine that smacked people."

"No way!" Carla laughed. "Wow, that sounds intense. The guy who did the show did seem off, but mostly in a 'really likes puppets' way. Harmless, really."

"Yeah, Jersey was for hardcores." Stan missed Jersey. Not Crampelter or anyone they knew, but he missed the taffy, the smell of salt, and he really missed the Stan O' War. "Maybe we'll get to the carnival too, we could catch a ride together?"

"Sure, I love doing stuff with friends." Carla smiled as the door jingled, looking up with her usual bright charm. "Hi, welcome to the Mystery Shack, home of the strange, bizarre, and unexplained. Would you like to book a tour- oh, it's you." Carla's smile fell to a frown.

"Hey, Carla." The guy who walked in had to be, bar none, the coolest-looking guy Stan had ever seen, a box under his arm. A leather jacket, boots covered in buckles and spurs, a bandanna tying back long blond hair, and part of a tattoo visible on the side of his neck, from what Stan could make out. He grinned toothily and pulled off his sunglasses. "Haven't seen you since you dropped out."

Carla put on a smile, and Stan had never seen her do that before. "Here to buy anything, Snakes?"

"Got a delivery." Jimmy winked. "Is the old man here?"

"Mr Pines?" Carla hit the Waddles-themed bell as she called out: "Package!"

"Is your name really 'Snakes'?" Stan had to ask. 

"Jimmy Snakes." He got eye-to-eye with Stan, like a challenge. Stan didn't blink as Jimmy came into focus, an X-shaped scar on his chin and an intense look in his eyes that- wildly- reminded Stan of the gaze of the Jersey Devil when it was trapped under a net. "Who are you?"

"Stan Pines. I'm from New Jersey." As cool as he was, Carla clearly didn't like him, so Stan wouldn't either. "This guy bothering you, Carla?"

"Easy, tiger," Jimmy laughed and leaned against the counter like he owned the place. "We went to school together."

"You skipped two years and dropped out." Carla squinted at him. 

"I got a coupla gap years in early, so what?" Jimmy rolled his eyes. "School's overrated, Stan here knows what I'm talking about."

"You got me there," Stan admitted. "Who the heck are you anyway?"

"I was summoned by the sound of a package, where is it?" Dipper walked in, interrupting any answer Jimmy would have given. "Oh- Jimmy, did you get what I asked for?"

"Sure did." He handed over the box. "You gonna sign for it?"

"Not to you!" Dipper smiled and took the box. "And the rest?"

"It'll be here." Jimmy winked and clicked his fingers, turning it into a finger gun. Stan felt that weird ba-dump that he got around Carla and it was terrifying and awful- dad was gonna kill him. Jimmy didn't notice though, sauntering out the door. "Later Carls. See ya round, Tiger."

"Bye." Stan didn't know how else to respond, able to still see out the window as Jimmy left in time to see him get on a real motorcycle, rev the engine loudly, and drive off like he was in a movie. 

"Mr Pines, there are other delivery boys in town. My friend Tyler has a bike and is always looking for some extra work."

"Well, the thing is I don't pay Jimmy, so that helps. Thanks for the heads up, Carla, you're doing great." Dipper wandered off, all his focus on the box in his arms as he brought it to his office. 

"Who was that?" Stan had to ask, panicking on the inside. Was he bad? Did this make him bad, that he had a- a- no, he definitely didn't. Boys didn't- what was going on? "Was that a real motorbike?"

"Yeah, Jimmy's real cool. Kinda dangerous though. He was a few years above me in school, and had a reputation. Y'know, delinquent, heartbreaker, always in trouble, and now he hangs out at that biker bar and there's rumours that he even went to jail for a little bit."

"Whoa." Stan was always in trouble too in school. 

"He's bad news, Stan. Shandra told me and I told Susan and Tyler, and now I'm telling you: Jimmy Snakes is a snake." Carla pointed at him. 

"Got it." Maybe it was just a weird fluke. "So- what carnival ride do you like best?"

Carla lit up and he got that ba-dump again. He'd call it that for now. Any other word was too big, too scary. 

Whatever happened- it didn't. Stan was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb.

Right?

#

"So you're closed today?" Ford had to ask, making sure that the butter on his toast was spread evenly and to the corners. 

"Yep! Shack's closed Tuesdays and Thursdays, unless someone books in advance or I get a two-hour heads up for a tour bus." Dipper poured out his third cup of coffee since Ford had woken up, hands clasped around a blue mug that read 'never trust atoms: they make everything up'. Ford liked the pun.

"You were open all last week though. And the week before." 

"First two weeks of June are a special case, everyone gets that summer mood, people from town drop by to see what's new, I have a business model, I've got a list. I know what works, I've maximised my profits."

"Is profit all you think about?"

"I think about coffee too." Dipper grinned behind his mug. It was a very sly grin, with a trick in it. Looked familiar. 

"I read it's not healthy to have too much." 

"Don't believe everything you read, kid. Coffee is always good for you."

"Then can I have some?"

"No."

Ford groaned loudly as his brother walked in, Stan's hair messier than usual from the bedhead. Stan poked him as he went by. "What's with the grumpy face, grumpyface?"

"You have a grumpy face," Ford shot back. "What were you doing last night, you didn't snore at all." Stan always snored when he slept, therefore Stan wasn't sleeping. 

"Nothing!" Stan got defensive very quick. "I definitely wasn't lying awake thinking about people."

"That's a really specific denial-"

"Toast?" Dipper set a plate down in front of Stan before pottering over to the sink, he rolled his sweater sleeves up, glitter bunching in the fabric folds, and wait- did he have a tattoo? 

Ford would have to investigate. For now though, Dipper was busy washing dishes and humming away to himself. 

"Thanks, Dip." Stan started smearing an obnoxious amount of butter on top, not even worried about the corners or the perfect butter-to-bread ratio. "Uh- I dunno. Nonspecific excuse?"

"I mean, if you really want me to drop it… okay." Ford knew Stan tended to think faster on his feet when it came to little lies, so for him to just flat-out say he had nothing meant a lot. "Shack's closed today, wanna do something?"

"Oh yeah! Carla said there's a puppet show in town, we should go!"

"NO!" Dipper's hands slammed down on the edge of the sink with a resounding thud. 

Ford flinched, shrinking in his seat, at the same moment that Stan jumped down from his chair, shoulders squared and chest puffed. His bright-eyed snarl of challenge covered Ford's wide-eyed stare, and they both watched. 

Dipper gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white and teeth bared, shoulders hunched up around his ears as he stared down into the sink, just… breathing. There was the sound of an engine pulling up outside the house.

Ford didn't want to break the silence first. Stan didn't either. His clenched fists were shaking at his side. 

Dipper straightened up, shoulders rolling back with a grunt, before he looked over at them. Ford tensed even more, but Dipper looked instead like he'd been punched in the gut at the sight of them, visibly wincing.

"I- shi- shoot." He half-raised a suds-covered hand in their direction before he lowered it and then… sat down? He reached up to get a towel and wiped his hands dry, pulling a knee in and hooking the bottom of his sweater over it. 

That was weird enough it snapped Ford out of the weird stillness he had, enough to tilt his head. 

"I'm sorry, boys." Dipper offered, staring at the sleeves of his glittery cat sweater and tugging them back down his arms. "That was- frick. Shouldn't have done that."

"What was that about?" Stan barked out, ready to fight. 

"I… okay, first of all, I'm sorry for yelling, that was wrong." Dipper looked anywhere but at them, tugging at the collar of his sweater. "Second- oh man, this is embarrassing, but I'm- I'm kinda afraid of puppets?"

"What the heck?" Stan's shoulders weren't so tense.

Ford was able to will his feet to move, hopping off his chair and joining Stan. He pulled out a notepad and pencil. Suddenly things made so more sense, and Ford could focus on answers and logic and  investigating rather than anything emotional. "As in- a phobia?" 

"Yep." Dipper was going red in the face. "Pupaphobia, look it up if you like."

"That sounds dumb."

"It's like your acrophobia- your fear of heights, Stanley," Ford reminded him. 

Stanley scoffed, but he wasn't shaking anymore. Now he just rubbed his wrist brace, face pulled into a gap-toothed scowl. 

"It's not rational," Dipper shrugged, picking at a loose thread in his sleeve. "Still. Yelling, not cool."

"It's okay." Ford reached out and took Stanley's hand. Stanley's fingers jerked like he was about to rip away, before relaxing. He was the only person Ford knew for sure wouldn't run screaming at the feeling of six fingers. "Phobias are entirely illogical phenomena, but they still have been scientifically proven. Some people just experience fear responses to irrational stimuli."

"Heights aren't irrational!" Stan glared at him and pulled his hand away. "I'm gonna see if Dan's outside."

Ford heard Stan's angry stomps, followed by the sound of the door unlocking and slamming. Dipper winced again. 

Ford didn't want that awkward silence back and honestly? A yell really wasn't anything. It was just unexpected because Dipper didn't do that, but now they knew he could, so they could incorporate it into the list of potential reactions that Ford was taking notes on and were now prepared for the eventuality of raised voices in the context of a phobia. An entirely logical reaction to a fear response, it was just a scream with words. 

Ford was done talking about it. "Some of your stuff is still in our room, what should I do with it?"

"Oh, right! I was gonna sort that, yeah, that'll take up a day, that works." Dipper gave the loose thread a tug before an incredibly guilty look crossed his face and he let go. Unusual. 

Maybe Ford's notes weren't comprehensive enough about Grunkle Dipper and how he acted and reacted. He needed more data.

Well, if Stanley could manage a movie with their Grunkle, Ford could manage a productive task with a man who made a freakshow out of anomalies. As much as he hated the very concept.

"Can I help?"

"Sure? You don't wanna, I dunno, play outside?"

"I wanna help." He just had to go tell Stan.

#

"Dan invited him on a hike with the Corduroys?" Dipper glanced over from where he was pouring food into Waddles Jr.'s trough, reaching down to give the big pig a scratch behind the ears. "Happy breakfast, Wads."

The pig oinked happily and tucked in. Dipper smiled and leaned against the fence to watch him, the 'meow-wow' sweater swapped out for a yellow one with a pencil design. How many did he have? Ford's current list, started on the first day, had zero repeated entries.

"Yep. Stan said they'll be back after dinner." Ford joined him in watching Waddles Jr., still unsure of why it seemed to make Dipper look so content. All the lines in his face, especially the ones around his eyes, seemed a bit more relaxed as he watched the pig. "Are you okay with that?"

"The Corduroys are good people. Dan's a smart kid." Dipper adjusted the brim of his cap. "And if Wendy's with them, even better."

"Who?"

"Dan's mom. She's the coolest person I know." Dipper smiled fondly, but there was something sad there. Ford felt like he should take more notes.

"I thought you said the townsfolk didn't like you."

"Oh, they don't. But the Corduroys are neighbours, they live in the woods. Doesn't count."

"Do you have any other friends?"

"Eh." Dipper made a 'so-so' gesture. "I'm not sure I'd go that far either. If it wasn't for Dan she probably still wouldn't talk to me."

"Why?" Was Ford pushing too hard on the questions? He was never sure. Stan was better at picking up on people's breaking points.

"What are you, a cop?" Dipper laughed and ruffled Ford's hair. "What's with the interrogation?"

"I dunno," Ford tried to buy time the way Stan would, using 'I don't know' to fill a pause while he came up with an excuse. "You mentioned your phobia, and I realised I don't know much about you."

More than that, neither did the family. When Shermie brought it up, it had been out of the blue. Ford couldn't remember hearing much about Dipper throughout their childhood either, or at family gatherings, when they went. An artist in Oregon turned business owner, mostly. 

If Ford thought back, mostly what he knew was what Shermie said in his pre-trip crash course. That Grunkle Dipper was Grunkle Dipper, and that he avoided the family for what Shermie said was a good reason. 

"Don't know much about me." Dipper repeated. "Yeah… pretty much. Not too much to know, really. I fleece tourists and hate people."

"And puppets." Ford wondered if that was safe to say. 

"And puppets." Dipper confirmed. "Look- it took me off-guard. I'm not actually against a puppet show. In concept."

"Okay." Ford decided to just start taking notes right now, climbing up and sitting on top of the fence as he pulled out his notepad. Even if he was going to besmirch the diary by writing in it- which he wasn't- this was too mundane for it. "So why don't you visit the family?"

"Grown-up stuff," Dipper stated. Shoot, that meant he probably wasn't going to tell. "I got one for you: why don't you like the Mystery Shack? When Shermie called and said you liked spooky stuff he thought it'd be up your alley."

Ford didn't want to answer that.  He answered with another question. "So how well do you know Shermie?"

"Uh- not that well? I mean, he calls sometimes, sends letters. He's a good kid."

"But you don't visit."

"Don't like to leave the Shack." Dipper gave Waddles Jr.'s ears another scratch as the pig finished breakfast before he opened the pen to let the creature out. Ford decided to stay on the fence. He still wasn't sure Waddles Jr. was safe, he was big and pigs were apparently omnivorous. Focus, Ford. 

"How'd you meet Shermie then?" Ford was missing something, a key piece of the puzzle. 

"Jeez, must've been…" Dipper sat down on the grass with a huff, watching Waddles Jr. wander the clearing and enjoy the sunshine. "When you two were born, I guess."

Ford paused. "... Really?"

"Yep. I even got to hold you two." Dipper smiled wistfully. "Twins, how about that."

"And that's how you met Shermie?" Shermie, who also had a birthmark on his face, a red patch on his jawline that Ford once found out was called a 'port wine stain', which was a weird name to give something a baby could have. Maybe Grunkle Dipper felt a kinship there? Ford had seen the mark on his forehead, usually hidden by grey hair. Ford wondered if he'd ever feel that instant spark of 'I-know-you' with anyone. Probably not. Not even his own twin had six fingers.

"Yeah, I offered to babysit while your folks were at the hospital with everyone else." Dipper glanced at him as Waddles Jr. trundled over and snuffled Dipper's hair. Dipper wrapped an arm around the pig. "Seriously, what's with all the questions?"

"I don't know you at all and I'm here until the end of August, why wouldn't I ask questions?"

"... Okay, that's fair." Dipper used Waddles Jr. to stand up, stretching as he did with a grunt. "Ugh. My back. Don't get old, kid."

"That's not something I can just stop-" Ford started to remind him before an engine revved, a motorbike pulling off. A guy stepped away and pulled off a helmet, shaking out a mane of blond hair.

He looked like trouble. Ford instantly didn't like him at all. 

"Old man," the biker smirked meanly and carried over a box that had been tied to his motorbike. "I got the rest of what you wanted."

"Jimmy," Dipper nodded and took the box. "Great work."

'Jimmy' looked at Ford and smirked. "Hey, tiger." And then the smirk faded, Jimmy pulled off his sunglasses, squinting at Ford like there was something wrong. Ford bristled as Jimmy's glare intensified, looking for something. "What the-"

"Oh! Yes, this is my nephew Ford. Ford, this is Jimmy, he met your brother yesterday."

That explained the weird look, but Ford still didn't like it. "We're identical twins, in case you're wondering."

"Huh." Jimmy raised a brow. "Freaky."

Ford officially hated this guy. He laced his fingers together just to make sure Jimmy didn't get a chance to count them. "You got a problem with that, buster?"

"Okay, Jimmy," Dipper's voice gained an edge. "You can go. Consider your debt closer to being cleared."

"Wow, thanks." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "What's it gonna take, old man?"

"Bye, Jimmy, we're going inside now." Dipper shifted the package under one arm and started shooing Ford towards the door. Ford went willingly, still glaring at Jimmy through his glasses as Waddles Jr. followed them in. 

The door closed shut. Dipper locked it as well. 

"Who's that?"

"Delivery guy, mostly. He owes me big, so I get him to pick up stuff for the Shack I'm too old to go get." Dipper set the box down and knelt, putting a hand on Ford's shoulder. "You alright?"

"I don't like him."

"No one likes him," Dipper shrugged. "But you don't have to like someone to work with them."

Ford shrugged off the hand. It sounded logical, but for once Ford was finding himself opposed to logic. He picked a Stan-like response, one that felt appropriate for the moment. "Whatever." 

"Well. Dipper scratched the back of his neck. "Let's sort out your room. Waddles, you coming?"

"I don't want a pig on my bed." Ford didn't even want the pig in his room, but it was still Dipper's house. 

#

"Wow I have way too much stuff," Dipper complained when they were about halfway through the pile. Ford had to agree. Stan might have liked 'cool junk', but Ford liked neatness. 

"Why did you have to store it all up here?"

"It's an attic? For storing things?" Dipper pulled out a pile of old board games. Was that 'Don't Wake Stalin'? And Necronomiconopoly? He thought those games were banned in America. 

"But we're here."

"Sorry, kid, I had short notice for this one." Dipper shrugged and held up the board games. "You want these?"

"No." Ford was going to stick with D, D & More D. 

"Eh, they'll make a good attraction. I can say they're cursed. Or haunted. They're dusty enough to be. What do you think, Waddles?"

"Oink."

"Yeah, you get it." Dipper smiled fondly at the pig and set them down in the largest pile, the 'attraction-to-be' pile.

"Why do you talk to a pig? It can't understand you."

"Pigs are very intelligent creatures. And he's great for food scraps. And merchandising. Who's a great mascot?" Dipper patted the pig's head, getting a happy snorting sound back.

Mascot, cursed board games, Ford couldn't take it anymore. Everything they pulled out was suddenly an exhibit, or something to put in the Mystery Shack Mystery Prize barrel, or something else that made everything Ford cared about look like a joke. "Why does everything in your life revolve around that stupid fake museum?!"

"... I have to pay for electricity?" Dipper's brows crinkled up. 

"You could do anything else, instead you're just a conman!" Ford saw real gnomes, and a real ghost, and a real monster truck, and Dipper just played pretend. "I'm ten times the paranormal investigator you pretend to be!"

"Take it easy, kid." Dipper looked at the bag of golf clubs he'd picked up. "Where did these come from? I don't golf."

"I will not take it easy! Why are we here, just free labour for your dumb shack? You don't know anything about us, you don't see the family, all you do is live alone in the woods like a creep and turn anything abnormal into a joke!" 

"I'm not following this at all, I have to be honest, you're throwing down a lot of topics at once-"

"Am I gonna be your next exhibit?" He clenched his six-fingered hands into fists, finally saying something he'd thought from the moment they arrived and saw the shack.

"Whoa- hey, where would you get that idea?" Dipper tossed the golf clubs aside, head snapping to Ford.

"You put anomalies on display for money!"

"Yeah, fake crap- I'm not making a child an exhibit, what the fffffff- fragle?-"

"But that's what you think of anomalies! That they're all a big joke, a scam! You're just like everyone back home who thinks I'm a freak!"

"I don't think you're a freak-"

"Then why don't I know anything about you?!"

"Alright, alright. The reason I don't talk to the family is because I… man, this is awkward." Dipper tugged at the collar of the sweater he wore, eyes up at the ceiling. "I used to be called, uh, Mabel Pines." 

Ford's rage sputtered out like a bad car engine. He blinked twice and adjusted his glasses. Did- did he hear that right?

"But- what?"

"Okay." Dipper sighed and patted Waddles Jr. "Most of town sorta knows- you might as well too. Maybe don't tell the family though? Shermie- and maybe your mom?- is the only one that knows."

"But. But Mabel's a girl's name."

Dipper shrugged in answer, eyes still locked on the ceiling. 

"But. That would make you a-" Ford didn't even know. Well. He did. But those were words Crampelter said. Words dad said. 'Sissy' would be the nicest of them.

"Maybe don't finish that sentence?"

"... A freak." He finished quietly. Like Ford. Like the circus that helped him and Stan fight the Sibling Brothers. But… not like Ford. Not like the circus. 

"... Sure. There's your answer." Dipper went back to going through the attic and pulled out a beaten-up old- "Hey, do you want to change the topic? Let's do that. You think your brother would like a punching bag?"

Ford sat down on his bed. "This… is a lot."

"I don't talk about it much. Don't need to. It's whatever." Dipper dug through the junk pile, very focused on his task. "What about you, you want anything from the pile? There's more board games."

"Chess?" Ford answered instinctively, thinking back to the morning after the Gremobile, full of pancakes and happiness and good dreams. Things weren't confusing then. He didn't get to play chess with his family, Stanley didn't ever remember the rules, so… nice to at least dream about it.

"Chess is fun." Dipper noted as he turned around, and Ford saw his face go pale. Like he saw something awful. Ford turned to look, but it was just the window. Weird. Everything about Dipper was weird.

But… he apologised when he yelled, and he watched movies with Stanley, and he answered Ford's questions in the end, and Shermie apparently thought so highly of him he knew they'd be better off here then home for a whole summer.

"... So why do you run the Shack?"

"Because it works. It's something I can do." Dipper set down a chessboard on the edge of Ford's bed and scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to the window again. "I don't… it's not to make fun of anomalies. And definitely not to make fun of you, no way. I think of it more of… more of a magic show? People know it's not real, but they still want to 'ooh' and 'aah' over it. It's fun."

"But why anomalies, specifically?" Ford's thing. He had to prove to Dipper that they were real.

"I like scary stories outside of standard Halloween hours. That's why it's all ghosts and cryptids and monsters." Dipper sat down on the bed beside him.

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

"If you are, you're in good company." He pointed at his forehead and pushed his hair back. "I got teased all the time for it. But… kids'll find, uh- they'll find a way to make anyone an outcast."

"It still hurts. It's not just my fingers. It's being a nerd. Stan could be normal if he wasn't getting into fights because I'm a freak. I don't understand." 

"People don't like differences. And that's why I like Gravity Falls. Everyone here is weird. The Stranges are the only 'normal' family in town and they're still creepy." Dipper gestured dramatically after his air-quotes on 'normal'. "Though- could just be because they're bankers."

"Tad's kinda weird." Ford liked that. "But why doesn't the town like you then?" Was it because of- well. Ford wasn't sure how to think of that at all so he was not going to. 

"Mostly just me being a jerk. Or other people being jerks. I'm not a people person."

"You're not that much of a jerk." Ford admitted quietly. "I'm… I'm also sorry I yelled." 

"Don't worry about it." Dipper smiled at him.

"But you apologised."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm all old and wise and stuff. You're still a kid, you can yell all you want."

"I don't like yelling." Ford very carefully shifted over, and leaned his shoulder against Grunkle Dipper's arm. He didn't know what else to say, so perhaps he should do something practical rather than theoretical.

"Me neither. Not at family, at least." Dipper didn't move beyond a slight lean back. "You okay?"

Ford nodded. "... I still don't think I like the shack." But… a magic show was an easier pill to swallow. 

"Sorry kid, but it's older than you, times two. It ain't going anywhere."

"Yeah." Maybe he just had to get used to it. Magic show instead a joke.

Waddles Jr. rested his big head on Dipper's leg, and Ford gingerly reached over to give him a pat. 

"You can tell your brother if you want, I don't try and hide it, it's just ancient history to me."

"Okay. Thank you." Ford didn't like keeping secrets. Who did? 

#

Dipper stepped over the moonstone powder that surrounded his unmade bed. It was functionally useless without the other ingredients, but the page on protection magic had been destroyed before he could finish reading it. 

Still, it was something. He'd take a half-finished placebo.

He wasn't thinking much about that though. Ford knew now. Stanley too. 

He hoped Mabel wouldn't mind when she got back. He wasn't an amazing actor, and Mabel was unique, more than that: she was world-changing, creative and charming in a way he wasn't. No way he could impersonate her in her entirety forever. The 'mad eccentric artist' really did a lot to cover for his decisions, at least. 

But he could save his usual guilt spiral for another night. He had something he had to do first. 

"Triangulum daemonium, obstructium ostium, lock-this-sucker-up-ium-" Dipper muttered, the ground-up moonstone powder glowing for a moment. The thin barrier wouldn't stop Cipher for more than a few seconds, but Dipper had other tricks, and this was just to buy time so he could activate them. That was also only if Bill managed to take him for a joy ride, which Dipper was… reasonably sure he couldn't do. Anymore. Fingers crossed. 

"Bill, you jerk you better be here, I gotta talk to you." He said once he was always watching, even when Dipper tried to get rid of every eye he found. Sometimes they came back. Like the attic window for the boys' room, that had been a protection sigil. Mabel had put the same one on the side of the portal control system. 

Dipper put a safety guard over it once he realised the heat it gave off. Imagine if he accidentally got a burn because someone didn't follow basic lab safety. 

It had been a protection sigil in the window, now it was a triangle. It had never changed like that before. He didn't like it, it was like going into town. Eyes everywhere, even when he scratched them out.

He went through the rest of the bedtime routine, making sure to toss anything with a sharp edge far outside the circle before he collapsed down with a huff. His old bones ached from the day, especially his back. He missed being young and bounce-back-able.

Sleep found him quick, and so did his dreams.  It had been a while since he was last here. Bill's visits had become sporadic, sometimes months apart, waiting for him to let his guard down. What he wanted? Dipper didn't know, but what he'd done was bad enough Dipper had tried every form of banishment he could think of. 

If only one of them stuck for more than a year or two. He could feel the echo of fear in his head already. But he had to push through. For the boys. 

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, well! My old puppet, asking for my attention! I'm flattered!"

"You stay away from those kids, Bill!" Dipper pointed at him, the two standing in the middle of Dipper's dreamscape. Tall trees stretched high, blocking out the stars, even as he stood ankle deep in water, a stained tiled floor visible underneath. "They don't mean anything to you!"

"They mean something to you though! You just can't help yourself, Pine Tree, you get too attached." Bill poked Dipper's face and he swatted that grubby little hand away. "Rude!"

"I will end you, if you go near them." Dipper promised. 

"Oh, you'll 'end' me, how many times have you said that before." Bill rolled his eye. "It's your own fault for takin' them in. They've got some nasty nightmares. Wanna see?"

"You stay out of their heads!" Dipper lunged at him, hands out as if he could wring Bill's geometric neck. Bill split apart and reformed behind him like a brick wall. The ground of the dreamscape vanished entirely, leaving Dipper falling through open sky. It was just a dream, but Bill's dreams were vivid, so vivid he couldn't even scream, the air ripped from his lungs by the fall. 

"You don't have to worry about their safety though!" Bill sat in the air as Dipper fell, one leg crossed over the other as he sipped tea through his eye. "I've got big plans for Oyster and Sixer!"

"What do you want with us?!" Dipper tried to swing a wild haymaker at him, all it did was send him tumbling end-over-end. He was gonna barf. 

"You still haven't figured it out? You're not as much of a 'smart guy' as you pretend!" Bill laughed, high and tinny.

"All I know is you terrorised this town!" Ground appeared, and it was getting closer. "I won't let you do the same to those kids!"

"Don't be jealous, you're still my favourite! In fact, since you went to all the trouble, I'll give you what you want! A whole night, just us pals, no kids! Like old times!"

Dipper hit the ground at maximum velocity and everything went dark for a moment. It would have killed him if it wasn't a dream. He coughed and sat up, no damage remaining. All in his head. It was just in his head.

"You're great for testing material on! I've had some nightmares I've been waiting to try out!" Bill put an arm around his shoulders. And another. And another. And another. The trees towered, looming. "You haven't hit REM in a while, Pine Tree! You're mine for the next eleven and a half hours!"

Dipper shook him off and took a step back, fear pooling in his gut. A second step, water sloshing around his socks. Eleven hours? No, no, nononono-

"Man I wish I could read your mind instead of just mess with your dreams! Your face right now is hilarious!"

He swallowed and tried to grab onto some of his quickly escaping bravado. "Shoulda- shoulda put it in the fine print."

"Amateur mistake on my part, right? You'd think I'd know better!" Bill cackled and pulled his cane from thin air. "Oh well! Least I can still mess you up in here!"

"It's not real though. It's just a dream." The only thread he could hold onto.

"Sure! But you still have to live with the memories! Hey, didn't you watch a movie the other day?"

Dipper's blood went cold. He swallowed. "N- no?"

"You did! I SAW you!" Bill pointed at his eye, wagging his other hand mockingly as he singsonged, "you missed one!"

Dipper's breath picked up, heart racing. "I'll wake up." 

"Not tonight, Pine Tree. You crashed hard." Bill placed both hands over his cane before he twirled it like a showman. "Yeah! That's a good warm-up, we haven't done a movie marathon in a while! Let's start with all your favourites! The scary ones!"

Dipper's nerves gave out and he bolted, fleeing like a deer from a hunter. His socks splashed through water as the trees changed, the nightmare forming, and Bill's laughter echoed from everywhere.

"H A V E  F U N"

#

"Mornin', Dip." Stan nodded at him, watching TV with Ford. They found some cereal for breakfast. Ford had milk with his, but Stan liked the crunch. They had plenty of arguments over soggy vs dry.

"Grunkle Dipper," Ford waved. He'd told Stan everything, and a lot of it went over Stan's head but from what he gathered: Grunkle Dipper wasn't that bad. Just a total liar. That was fine, they were used to it. "You slept in late, are you okay?"

"Mmf?" Dipper shuffled downstairs like a zombie, chewing the collar of his watermelon-themed sweater. He spat it out and blinked haggardly at them, wiping his mouth. "Hm...? Oh. Fine. I'm… fine."

"Wanna join us? We found a cool show, it's about a duck who solves crimes."

"The premise is entirely illogical but the mystery is really compelling so far." Ford adjusted his glasses. "I like that they provide the clues so we can use our own deductive reasoning as well. I think I know who did it- but I won't tell Stan because he wants to be surprised." 

"I like the reveal." Stan grinned, swinging his feet off the edge of the couch. Going out and chopping wood with Dan and his family had been fun, they taught him how to tie interesting knots and climb a tree with a belt! He was even allowed to hold an axe! His muscles were all achey but that was good too, like the ache of a good fight. And Dan's mom was so cool, all tough and rugged but still nice.

"... kay. Lemme get my coffee and I'll join you," Dipper yawned and wandered into the kitchen, walking into a wall on the way.

"Jeez Louise, he musta slept rough," Stan commented.

"Yeah," Ford agreed, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. "Maybe he should drink less coffee. It can be bad for your sleep schedule, I read about it."

"Pfft. Nerd."

[bvbygrl-writes]

What Do I Know?

Pairing: Rich!Dilf!Sam Wilson x Black!College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Your best friend ain’t tell ya her dad was a daddy.

A/N: This is a repost from my old blog since I haven't been able to write anything with how exhausting work is jtgktr enjoy! ♥

Warnings: Age gap, fingering, pussy eating, overstim, fucking

THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE. I CHECK EVERY ACCOUNT DO NOT PLAY WITH ME.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come home with you? This isn’t some small break like spring or that lil rinky dink one they give us in February.” (Y/n) asked, zipping the sides of her suitcase together. The long awaited summer break had come and after tiring, long hours of college classes all (Y/N) and Miyaki wanted to do was head home.

Well that was the original plot however it had clearly been lost. One phone call home and all of a sudden her mom and dad had magically ‘forgot’ to inform her that they had planned a trip for the two of them and the addition of her other three siblings (who somehow had been informed and never got left out..) to Europe. Although the girl was originally mad - rightfully so- she got over it really fast. So much so that she didn’t even bother letting her mom finish her little half assed excuse of how she thought she had texted her with the info and what not. This was her summer too and she was not going to start it off being upset over family drama.

However she still did feel bad about joining Miyaki on her trip home. The two girls had become fast friends during their few years at college and as the tall woman had said “We’ve been friends for years and ain’t been to each other’s houses once. You don’t think that’s a lil weird?” and she had to agree but it was one thing to spend the night at a friend’s house but to spend an entire summer? That was practically unheard of from where she came from! Nobody had that kind of money and food to be feeding an extra mouth for an entire three months.

“Yes girl, relax! I asked my dad today if it was chill for you to come and he agreed! Quit worrying and grab yo shit, the car is waiting out front.” The green eyed girl said, tossing her faux locs over her shoulders. Before (Y/n) could get in another worry or complaint she walked out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her.

“That girl has some serious attitude problems, I’ll tell ya that…” the girl muttered to herself, rolling her suitcase in tow. She eyed the dorm one last time, smiling at the nice memories they had made this year before exiting, leaving the key under the mat for the next students that’d come to stay.

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The first sign that Miyaki came from a different living situation from her was the shiny black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the housing part of campus. There was an older gentleman in a chauffeur outfit who put their bags in the car. She’d given her friend a look who gave her a confused one back before hopping in the car with her. Was this really not out of the ordinary for her? If this was just her car what would her house look like?

(Y/n) let out an audible gasp as the big black gates opened.

“You live in a gated community?!” she exclaimed, turning to her roommate. Miyaki’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Gated community? Sis….this is my house!” she let out a laugh as the (h/c) haired girl remained silent, looking at the large house in awe. How many people lived with Miyaki? To say she was stunned was an understatement. Miyaki was the most down to earth person she had met since going to college at Stonebrook. As the name suggested, it was a really prestigious and fancy school, tons of stuck up brats on daddy and mommy’s pay going to the school. (Y/n) had always been isolated by her peers since she was attending on a scholarship. They found it pathetic and pitied her which she despised. Why should she be looked down on for actually working to get into school?

Miyaki had never felt that way though. She treated (Y/n) as she treated everyone else…if not a little better (the girl had quite a mean streak) and was very quiet about her home life. But now as they walked up the quartz stairs and through the big marble columns, she could understand why.

“Dad, we’re home! Come meet my friend!” the girl’s voice echoed across the entire house causing her to snicker. ‘Does she ever use an inside voice?’

“I’ll be down in a sec, sweetheart!” a deep baritone voice called out. (Y/n) felt her heart race at the sound. The man’s voice went through her ears like silk. It was smooth but had a bit of a dark tinge to it, like a hint of cream in black coffee. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her socials as she awaited the man’s presence. After what felt like forever a pair of footsteps came in their direction before parking in front of them. The woman almost dropped her phone at the sight in front of her.

In front of her was the finest man she had ever seen. Brown skin that had that healthy glow, prominent cheekbones, and a bit of facial hair around the mouth region. He was only in jeans and a t- shirt but the way it fit him? The shirt clung to his torso perfectly, the muscles of his upper arms constricted by the cuffs, toned chest. This was her father? She could’ve never guessed by how fit he was! Thighs so thick that she had to stop herself from letting her thoughts drift (more so than they already were..). But when he smiled? Her legs turned to jello. His smile was bright and blinding and he had the most charming gap. It seemed as time had slown down when she was looking at him and from the looks of it he wasn’t disappointed at what he was seeing either. She didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her midriff for just a little too long or the slight whistle he let out before covering it up with a cough.

“I’m Sam Wilson, Miyaki’s father. You must be (Y/n).” he said, holding a hand out for her to take. She gladly accepted it, shaking it with one hand as she placed the other one on top of both of them in a gentle way. The girl smiled back at him offering him a nod.

“Indeed I am! It’s so Nice to meet you Mr.Wilson and can I just say how thankful I am for you and Mrs.Wilson allowing me to stay with you guys for the summer. Especially with Miyaki’s short notice and all.” out of the corner of her eye she could see Miyaki roll her eyes at her sudden over-politeness towards her father and the way she had completely thrown her under the bus. Her attention was brought fully back to the man in question as he tightened his grip around her hand some.

“Mrs.Wilson? I’m not surprised Miyaki didn’t give you the details. It’ll only be the three of us here for the summer so in other words, there is no Mrs.Wilson.” he looked to the side a bit before turning back to face her, a smirk present on his face. “Also you don’t gotta be so formal, just Sam will do.” Miyaki cleared her throat impatiently causing the two to look to the side before laughing together. “Well it looks like Yaki is getting impatient so if you girls need anything, I’ll be around. Dinner is at 6.” the older man gave her a once over before walking off to what she could only assume was the kitchen.

“Girlll and you been hiding him from me because??” (Y/n) asked, rubbing her hands together. Miyaki smacked her lips together, dragging the girl towards her room.

“You betta stop playing with me.” when her friend stayed quiet, the girl gasped, turning her head. “Wait you’re joking…you tryna get my dad to hit?! Oof.” she grunted as one of her pillows hit the back of her head. Turning she saw her friend on her bed, glaring at her.

“Don’t say it like that! All I said was he’s fine nothing more nothing less. That can’t be your first time hearing that, one of your other friends has had to say something.” She felt the girl thud down beside her on the bed. She hummed for a bit before flipping over to face her friend.

“I mean I can’t say I’m surprised really. You love you an older man. Remember when you switched to that one baking course just so you could flirt and make googly eyes with Mr.Garcia?”

“That’s not why I switched! I was simply interested in getting to know his favorite dessert!” (Y/n) exclaimed, turning her head the opposite way. “In hopes that maybe I could become his favorite dessert.” 

“Whateva. Anyways, you wanna watch a movie till dinner?”

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Dinner had been amazing. Sam went all out, pulled out the grill, made dessert, it was all so lavish and delicious! He even had lobster which (Y/n) made sure to take full advantage of. He had said help yourself and who was she to go against his wishes in his home? 

It was now around three in the morning as she stumbled around the house curiously. She and Miyaki had gone to bed early, absolutely exhausted from the long car ride over and while it was easy for her friend to stay asleep when turning in early, she found it hard to. No matter what if she went to bed before twelve she’d always end up waking up during some odd hour of the night. 

A sound came from down the hallway catching her attention. It was a repeated thudding and while usually she wouldn’t go chasing after mysterious noises, she knew it couldn’t be anything too bad. Sam had the security on this house underlock and she had seen how beefy his security guards were. 

Once she reached the end she turned the knob from the room in which the sound was coming from. Gasping quietly, she opened the door a little wider trying to be as quiet as she could. The sight in front of her was absolutely heavenly. There was Sam, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of grey joggers beating the hell out of a punching bag. His jabs were sharp and powerful causing the chains to rattle with each blow to the sack. Goosebumps formed all over her skin at the sight of his power. If he could do that to a punching bag, what could he do with her? 

All the  what ifs invaded her mind causing her to rub her thighs together hungrily in thought. She hadn’t even noticed that Sam had moved until the door she was standing in closed, leaving the two of them in the room together. He offered her a smile, a yawn interrupting his incoming words. His arms flexed above his head giving her an even better view of his muscles. It was an even grander sight than she had imagined when she saw him clothed earlier.

“Can’t sleep?” she shook her head at his question, sitting on the bench in front of him. “ ‘S alright. Why don’t you help me train then? Try to get me to the ground. Come on, don’t be shy, didn’t seem like you were earlier.”

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As expected, (Y/n) couldn’t get him to the ground at all! Time and time again he had managed to get her down but she couldn’t complain too much. Being this close to a hot and sweaty man? Having him touch and feel all over her body? She could get used to this.

“You know, for an old man you’re pretty strong!” (Y/n) was out of breath, sweat dripping down her chest. Letting out a deep breath she held a hand out for Sam to shake. He eyed it before taking it causing her to give him a devilish grin. Within a few seconds she had dragged him close, sweeping a foot under his leg. He fell like she intended but what she hadn’t done was calculating him keeping a hold on her wrist. The two both fell with a thud, Sam hitting the mat while the not so sneaky woman fell on top of him. She pushed herself up, hands flush against his chest as she straddled him, looking down at him. Her eyes widened at the feeling of two large hands gripping her ass, eyes trailing up to his.

“Didn’t you say you were having trouble sleeping? I think I got something that can put you right to sleep.” was this really happening? Was she hearing him correctly? That thought didn’t last long at the feeling of his dick poking at her through the fabric of his sweats. His dark eyes were practically black from how blown out his pupils were. Leaning forward, their lips connected. 

The kiss was slow and sensual like the vibes he gave off. His lips were soft, the taste of coffee mixed with his natural taste. As the kiss grew more heated, Sam flipped them over, laying the girl gently on the mat. He continued with a trail of kisses, from her neck, collarbone, his fingers massaging the flesh of her hips. His lips gave extra love to her chest, licking and sucking upon the brown sensitive buds. 

His open mouth trail of kisses slowly became sucking the further and further he got towards the center of her legs.

“C-careful. Don’t leave- don’t leave marks our else Miyaki might see.” she warned, causing him to pause momentarily. Lifting his head he chuckled some, brushing his thumb against the sensitive area of skin near her upper thigh. Whether or not it’d be visible in summer attire was something she wouldn’t know until she got dressed the next day. Massaging her legs, he leaned up near her face, softly caressing her cheek.

“You’re a smart girl, (Y/n). I’m sure you can figure it out.” she huffed but remained quiet, a pout prominent on her face. A large hand came to rest around her throat, squeezing lightly. “ I’d advise you to lose the attitude if you wanna go to bed satisfied.” She shuddered at his words but remained quiet, anxiously awaiting what he’d do next.

From the looks of it, he wasn’t sure where he was going to take it next. He was eager, lust clouding his brain and thoughts. Sam was now acting on primal instincts alone. He reached for her sleep shorts, peeling them off before tossing them to the side. Keeping the eye contact they had, he guided two of his fingers into the mess that was her cunt. Despite barely touching her, her pussy was beyond creamy, juices dripping out the further he stuck his fingers in. Long, thick digits made their way into her with ease.

He made sure their eyes were connected, his stern eyes in a narrow assertion of dominance while her own (e/c) ones were glossed over as she fought to keep them open and focused on him. It was an agreement that didn’t need to be spoken: her eyes were to be on him at all times. Every so often her eyes would jitter close as his fingers nudged against her spot but still she persisted, wanting to be good for him, to prove herself.

Sam removed his fingers, guiding them up to the girl’s lips. Her eyes widened, gagging around the digits as waiting tears finally fell. Once he was satisfied he removed them, positioning himself between her legs. Using his thumbs he spread apart her pussy lips, salivating. Her cunt was so plush, clit engorged and pulsating, just aching to be touched.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it as he swirled his tongue. The girl reached instantly, hands clinging to his head the best that she could as her hips arched forward. This is something Sam usually wouldn’t fly with but he’d allow it this once. An airy moan fell from her lips as she continued to buck against his face, pelvis jerking rapidly at the feeling of his fingers lightly teasing her around her hole.

(Y/n) felt her entire body buzzing with pleasure. Her hands searched for anything to cling onto as her orgasm approached her, making its way to her faster and faster. An overstimulated whimper left her lips followed by her slick coating the older man’s face and mouth which he gladly accepted, the most sinful of noises leaving him as he cleaned her up. Her clench eyes relaxed as her body fell limp to the mat, chest heaving in heavy breaths.

“You tapping out already, princess?” she lifted her head from the ground, propping herself up onto her elbows as she gave him a glare. Kicking him onto his back, she climbed into his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with her entrance, bits of his precum mixing with the reminisce of her arousal. 

“Not even close old man.” they both shared a loud groan as she sunk down onto him in one swift movement. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tried to gain a hold on him, wanting to get the upper hand. However Sam was just so…large. His girth stretched her out greatly, the head of his cock just barely kissing her cervix causing her to let out a pathetic whimper. Sam chuckled some, wrapping his hands around her waist, guiding her own to rest around his shoulders.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You gotta relax though or it’s gonna be a toughy for both of us.” she nodded lazily at his words, tightening her grip on his shoulders, head under his chin. He rubbed at her back gently, feeling as her muscle began to untense around him. “Better?”

“Y-yes just move. Wanna feel you.” he placed a kiss to the top of her head before beginning to thrust, letting out a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. Despite her being fully relaxed and prepped, she was still so tight around him. After a bit of trial and error, he had finally managed to find a good rhythm but even with as patient as he was he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Locking his arms around the base of her spine, he gripped her in his arms, trading out his slow and deep thrust for a series of fast and shallow ones. The sounds she was making for him only egged him on as she babbled and drooled on about how she couldn’t take it, how good it felt. 

“O-oh god! ‘M not gonna la-last any longer! Wanna cum with you! Wanna- can we, pl-please!” she cried out, tears mixing with the mess of drool on her face. 

“Yeah? Let’s cum together then.” he agreed, not having much left in him himself. With a few final powerful thrust, Sam came deep inside of her, (Y/n) following right along with him. The girl fell forward into his chest, the both of them panting, holding each other covered in sweat. She let out a soft chuckle, looking up at the man who was already staring down at her.

(Y/n) had originally thought it was gonna be a long summer, but this was way different from what she had in mind. She was fucked.

Metaphorically and Physically.

[httpsserene-main]

hi! i love hurt/comfort so much so have these prompts just bc i want to write them. please reblog, link, and credit me if you decide to use any prompt(s) from this list !!! tysm xxx

𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 — a list of dialogue and situational prompts for those who enjoy some love, caretaking, and protectiveness!

"Can you please come pick me up?"

"C'mere, let me hold you."

"I didn't know where else to go, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Listening attentively as you vent. Nodding, asking clarifying questions, and getting mad for you as they listen.

They overhear you arguing with your family/friends and are quick to come to your defense when they start insulting you.

"Are you okay?" "I'm fucking bawling! Of course, I'm not okay!"

After moving in together, they notice that you still haven't made an effort to completely unpack.

"Sorry to bother you—" "Don't apologize, and you're never a bother. What do you need?"

Taking you to the ER for an injury/sickness.

Period Comfort.

"Why do you keep doing all of this?" "I'm trying to make you believe that you deserve it all."

"Don't worry, I've got you."

Getting mad when hearing people you call friends talk badly about you behind your back.

"We can cancel if you have something more important to do?"

Treating your injury with gentle hands.

"You don't have to do everything on your own, you know? I'm here to help."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?" "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this."

Rushing to your place, when you call them crying inconsolably.

"Please stop saying that 'it is what it is,' when something bad happens to you."

Showing up to your place to perform a wellness check when you haven't responded to their texts/calls in days.

Getting a phone call from your friend asking them for help with you.

"I'm so tired. I've been tired for awhile."

Becoming acquainted with your clumsiness.

"I did something stupid." "Am I supposed to be surprised?"

"You need to learn how to say no." "But, they need help!" "How can you help them if you're not taking the time to take care of yourself?"

Being present as a "mediator" while your ex comes to pick up the last of their belongings from your place.

Not hiding how relieved/happy/satisfied they are when you tell them you broke up with your ex for good.

"Do what you need to do, I'll make sure nobody disturbs you."

Slowly realizing they've become the person you call when you need help, from very small things to very important things.

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[fudanshidoublevision]

Double Vision as a father.

Ray better kill him before Double puts his bloody claws on MC and even thinks of forming a family with them. /j

Dude, no, imagine being his CHILD, i feel sorry for anyone who has Double as some type of...paternal figure, LMFAO.

Experiencing parenthood isn't on my “to-do list”. Plus having a child, on this ECONOMY? I'm good.

Parenting is a humbling experience, my parents had taught me AND told me that. Well, that is certainly my fault because I was the devil reincarnated when I was a kid— but they still call me their little devil so not much has changed I guess. ( ͡°з ͡°)

But in this scenario...even if the circumstances aren't ideal, I believe that anyone can do their best if they really want to, it's not easy. It isn't the children's fault that their parents are so troubled. (meaning, if their progenitor is Double Vision in this case, lol)

I've discussed this with my best friend once, a long time ago and they said something about how Double will view his child as a possesion and extension of himself (and yours too, because he would only care about that kid just enough 'cause you are attached to them), i kind of agree with him. But, I mean? If Double Vision has kids with MC, wouldn't that mean he is fond with the idea of having kids? I haven't mentioned nothing about him being capable of “baby trapping” you because everyone else is disposable to him but you aren't. For all he cares, he only needs to held you tight by your throat to remember that he only needs you, he doesn't want or need someone else. In this scenario, your child was planned and wanted.

Even if you loved your child, he will be uncapable of loving them back the same way you love them but he wouldn't be uncaring, dude is deranged and a major bad influence. Mostly because of the way he is and taking in consideration the fact that his parents were emotionally and psychically absent when he needed them around, it's not an excuse considering how in this similar scenario Ray didn't had NO good-present parental figures on his whole life but wants to try his best, it just kind of explains why he acts and why would he act like that. I'm not saying that Ray would be perfect at parenting a child just a bit better than Double for sure, not gonna lie Double gives me “crazy-unstable uncle” vibes.

He is not right in the head, neither i am but hey, this is not a competition for who's more deranged, so...someone has to be the relatively-stable and emotionally available parental figure. (Meaning, YOU.)

Just sane enough to not make a mini Double 2.0. Who can be worse.

He would care...and “love” (the way he “loves you” is pretty different) his own child his very particular way. Yeah, he would be cruel and a piece of shit to you but just a tiny mean and highly authoritarian towards his child.

me if our kid ever asks me why their father fucking SUCKS at giving advice and why is it always has to end up with someone getting hurt:

"Mini-me, if you ever need adivice, you can open up to me and say whatever is bothering that little head of yours. Keeping some ugly thoughts to yourself isn't good, whatever it is, I'll never judge you and you'll never scare me off....What about your dad...? Eh, he...just isn't the best giving out advice. Some people aren't good with their words...and tend to say things that are bad, sometimes it's better to do...whatever you think is right instead of following what others may "advice” you but you can always double-check with me to know if you are doing the right thing.

Why, you ask? WELL... what about if we just...OH, what if we go out for a bit? Would you like that? I'll buy you whatever you want. ANYTHING! Just...dont tell your dad, okay..."

It's sad but it's not easy to explain to children why their mom/dad/parent acts or behaves “weird” or is incapable of doing things their other parent can do.

Oh well, i believe Double's kid wouldn't question what their dad tells them to do or say because...that's their father, they don't know any better than what their parents tell them.

Double's parental skills aren't the best; he is driven by his own emotions and he is the definition of what impulsivity means. He doesn't care much about consequences and who he might hurt to achieve what he wants and what he NEEDS. (You, again, for example. He obliterated the previous Night Crew members because of your “disappearance”. He may or may not broken someone's bones and mayyybe, just maybe! I think... he threatened some people here and there to get your location.)

I thought that maybe he would use your own child as a weapon to tame you so you'll do whatever he says. Emotional manipulation and conditioning...not even that poor kid is safe from that, Double is VERY MUCH controlling and overprotective. No matter how you behave, he stills wants you but of course, he loves a defiant behavior but he can't deny that he enjoys it when you "make things easier".

After all, parents will do anything for their children, right? Oh well, I'll be guessing that you'll do that for the sake of your child. Sorry if I'm wrong.

It doesn't really matter how that child appeared or how they were conceived and brought to you two to form a family. Those little details don't matter, you'll try your best, right? No matter what. You don't have much of an option if you are with Double, I guess. ಠಿ_ಠ

But I have the feeling that this freak will be overjoyed if the kid, shares your and his blood and genes. Just another thing to reaffirm his ownership over you. I don't think he will be capable of harming his own child, psychically, I mean. Maybe he WILL threaten you and say he'll hurt your kid when you “act feisty” so you'll give up.

Double Vision wouldn't be jealous at all of his child if they take all the attention from his most beloved possession off him because they aren't simply a bit of a threat to him and that kid is just trying to bond with you, i don't think Double would even bother to get in between of the parent of his kid and his child. Unless it is to annoy you or just be insufferable, as usual.

I like the idea that he underestimates what his child is capable of doing, lol.

For my own mental peace, i didn't added details like “what if your child had abilities?”. Because I have the feeling Double will be up to NO good with that little piece of information.

But let's just sit and think about it, either way, if your child is an ability holder or not, doesn't really matter if Daddy Double is around. Anything is possible and who is he to deny his child's wish to follow his daddy's step? Villainy, I mean, lol.

He would be overjoyed and proud his child wants to be a villain, like his parents. Well, he still is a villain and MC is not longer in the business because of Double, LMAO.

If you'd like to enter a more dangerous territory well, what if his kid wanted to become a hero? Not even an option, haha.

It's not like they have one, being a villain or just a regular citizen, no child of Double is going to become a hero on his guard. He will be very open about his distaste on the wish of his child wanting to be a hero, he might be ticked off by that.

Maybe he is usually cold-headed when he interacts with his own child, I think it's enough with him having you in edge constantly, at least he wouldn't behave or treat them the same way he treats you. Even though, there are times that his patience runs thin (when annoyed or angry, not entirely directed towards his child) and could say some concerning things that his child may take to heart.

Parents knows best, I've heard from a certain someone say before.

Now, what if that child grows? Woah, they are going through the terrifying, horrifying, traumatizing, horrible phase of adolescence! Amazing, worst years of my life! ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ

They are slowing growing into becoming an adult, they might realize how different everything looks when you are a bit...mature, you become more aware of what's going on around you. They will notice about how some behaviors from their parents aren't normal and not what they seemed, I'm specifically talking about Double Vision but you get it.

Maybe they will develop a rocky relationship with you but I believe that no matter what they will still love you and care for you, maybe you'll become their favorite and appreciate more the way you cared for them, who knows. Maybe they will hate you because you didn't tried enough and had to choose Double Vision as their shitty dad (I think it's for the best if they didn't know the reality of your situation 😁), they will grew and distant but who knows...?

About Double, I have the feeling that for their own sake they'll ignore his dad's existence as much as they can, Double is aware of that and doesn't care that much but I won't deny that he might be annoyed by that and oh NO! They ended up being just like you and Double is going to pick on you for that and even say that is your fault why they hate him so much.

Maybe it's for the better if your kid ended up being more like you rather than Double.

Double is an only child so i believe that he'll only want one single kid but I don't think he would be opposed of having another one but MAYBE, just maybe, no!

But there's something I believe that everyone can agree on and that's on the fact that Double looks so fucking HOT with grey hair.

And oh my FUCKING God, his gloves? You can see his tattooed sleeves and his neck? I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time. I want to break his senile back.

Conclusion, could you have kids with Double? Absolutely, will he be a good dad? Questionable but most likely, not. I think he might be like his parents, he exists but he isn't a reliable person for his kids, it's kind of difficult to come a conclusion because he is so complex to me, my opinion on him is always ever-changing.

OH YEAH, you and your child might be the only ones besides some of your family members who probably meet him wayyyyyy before, a long time ago, that know his real name. It isn't that relevant but one of the most important things a kid has to know it's their parents name and last name, right? Not that Double's real name is going to be used as much as you might think.

I wrote this solely because I had a dream where Double Vision was my uncle and he lived on my grandparents backyard??? Sick and I just wanted to post this because I spent three days of my life writing this and then chickened out.

This post in particular wasn't proofreaded (at all) by my friends that usually encourage to post my dusty drafts.

I hope you liked it, I might add some things to this post in the future...

Anyways, Haley bae is next. Maybe even Binary Star because I think having kids with him sounds scary, if you are aware of WHY ARE YOU having kids with him on the first place (canonically speaking).

How would Double actually act if he ever had a kid: /j

I had this video on repeat playing in my head while writing this.

[hky101]

Friends to Lovers /// Elias Pettersson

* i do not own the gif above!!

"this shit cost a lot," you were rapping with 21 as you cook in your apartment, enjoying a thursday off until someone rudely interrupted your session.

none other than the amazing, holly horvat.

"hey hey," you answer her facetime call as you see her and gunnar's face on the screen.

"hey you! how's your day off going," she asks and gunnar waves at the camera. you smile and wave back before answering, "cooking, maybe cleaning but i don't know. i'm kind of lazy right now. and then football! how about you?"

"calling to remind you about the party tomorrow! you know the boys will drag you out of bed if you don't come or forget and sleep instead. and you can meet petey since you guys have miraculously haven't met yet."

holly's been bothering you about him and how she wants to set you two up.

"yeah yeah, my so-called twin. just cause we have the same taste in music doesn't mean he is my twin. but okay, will be there! um, any last minute things you need that i can bring," you ask.

"just bring yourself and that's all i need."

"love you! and i think gunnar is getting cranky for food, definitely took on his dad for that. go feed the little beast," you joke.

"you're not wrong about that. see you tomorrow!" you plate your food and take a seat on the coach as the canucks game was in the 3rd period. tie game, you watched anxiously to see who would score and break the tie as the clock ticked down to under 2 minutes.

your phone rang again as you saw natalie miller call.

"drinks on you if my husband scores," she says before you can even say hello.

"same for you but i'm betting on my so-called twin." as you said those words, huggy gave the one-timer pass to petey who ripped it into the back of the net.

"drink on you girl!" you laugh as natalie groans.

"alright, damn it. my husband has failed me once again. okay, hun, see you tomorrow!" you hang up and place your empty dishes in the sink before heading into your room and dropping onto the bed.

Lights out!

Lights on as you check yourself out in the mirror. you wore black leather pants and a tight black top. needless to say, the outfit was hot but the face still had to be worked on.

as you finished up and applied a gloss over your red-painted lips, brock called asking if you wanted to catch the uber with him and his girlfriend since you guys lived in the same building.

"bless your soul, i'll be out in 5," you hang up and quickly throw on your heels, grab your phone and shoes before walking down to meet the couple.

"why do you always wear all black," brock questions.

"oh hey broccoli, i'm doing good thanks," you say while rolling your eyes.

"let's go, uber's here."

"damn, what a hottie!" holly hypes you up as she hugs you.

"says you, gunnar's got a hot mama." she smiled before leading you to her room to leave the keys there safe and sound.

you definitely look hot.

"petey won't be able to take his eyes off you, he's wearing all black too" she smirks

"there's probably more people wearing all black. i have limited colour in my life," you joke

"c'mon, let's go party!" she loops her arm with yours and pulls you back to the party.

after a bunch of mingling and chatting, you and quinn found yourselves partners for beer pong.

"quinner you suck. you went to umich and you suck at beer pong," you shove him.

"hey! don't shove me. so aggressive, and i don't suck." he defends himself.

"huggy bear," you taunt. "new partners," bo yells as you hear jimmy crooks playing.

"gotta throw a party for my day ones," you vibe as you didn't notice petey next to you.

"alright game on!" you turn to see him already looking at you.

"hi," he says.

"you better not suck at this," you reply as he looked surprised for a second before smiling.

"i'm one of the best," he says as he directs his attention to bo throwing.

he was cute, you found him cute in photos but he hit differently in person. the drinks were flowing in you as you were vibing and making shots. your partner was playing well, and you both dominated the match, although you missed the times he would look at you and smile.

after the game, you and petey went to the kitchen to refill drinks. you guys chatted quite a bit, getting comfortable and close. the others were happy to see you together and they knew they were right as soon as they saw both of you vibing out in the kitchen.

"i've been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees. i've been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie," you rap while dancing toward the girls.

"one more time! hit my line," you smile and hand holly the glass of water she asked for.

"so what do you think," she asks.

"he's cute, and fun to vibe with. he showed me his playlist and i felt like i was looking at my own. he's cool. he asked to hang out and i said yes, so we have a day planned. sunday after the game, cause we're going to be too hungover to hang out tomorrow. the game is an afternoon game so maybe a dinner or something. any other questions about him," you say in one go. you look at the girls who showed so much excitement and high-fived each other as you glance over to see brock shaking him and the boys cheering.

"you're coming to the game. and you're gonna wear his jersey."

you smiled to yourself thinking, how this could become something special.

sunday came around as you head out of your apartment and headed to the arena.

meeting holly, natalie and the kids, you head down with a beer in hand as the kids run to the glass. you smile as they wave at the boys. come coming to wave back and fist bump them. petey and brock came by with bo as they interacted with the kids.

cute.

"who's jersey are you wearing? better be my jersey cuz," brock yells.

"sorry cuz," you turn around to show the '40' on the back. the name was hidden from the hood and your hair but the number said more than enough.

"betrayal! you betrayed me for my best friend! how could you," the drama queen begins.

you made a half a heart and smiled since one hand was available. petey was smiling as he says, "good choice, someone that plays hockey better."

you laugh as brock tackles petey. you felt a tug on your leg as you look down to see one of the kids asking you to pick them up so they could see better.

the poor girl was tired of standing on her tippy toes. you happily pick her up, being careful of the drink and more importantly the little one.

the boys finally let go of each other as they see you point.

"who's that," you ask scottie. she leans towards the glass as you move forward so she can rest her hands there.

"uncle p," she yells and petey smiles as he brought his hand to the glass. the horn blows as the players head back to their rooms and we make our way to the suites.

the game ends with a win as you make your way down with the girls and kids to wait for the boys. elias has texted you to meet him there.

"hey! careful, don't fall!" you yell as scottie takes off. you speed behind her as she ran to the door where the boys were coming out from.

"i wanna see daddy,' she says looking for him.

"sweetheart, he is coming," you say, bent down to her level.

"i see him, daddy!" she runs to him as jt picks her up.

you see elias coming right behind him as his eyes scanned the area until they fell on you. you smile and wave as he smiled back and came to you.

"good game! nice shot," you say as you hug him. he relaxed in your arms as he hugged you back.

"thank you, but my body is so sore. i got bullied this game."

"you did but hey, 3-point night. there's a reason why you get picked on by the physical players," you say looking up at him.

"yeah but i still need to work on a lot of things," he quickly says as you both walk out the building. "did you drive here?"

"nope, i came with holls and the kids," you reply as you stood outside.

"alright, let's go and decide what we wanna do in my car."

"okay let's get food. im starving, what should we get?" petey asked as he started the car.

"um, what does your meal plan look like right now? healthy or junk," you ask knowing athletes have to follow plans.

"fuck it, i don't care right now. let's get pizza, im craving for it. it's been a while," he says.

he drove us to this cute little pizza place as we order to-go. you convinced him to hang out at home since he was sore and tired. we got 2 boxes and headed home.

you were not going to share your pizza which is why he ordered two boxes. he was the same, no one touches his pizza.

soon you both entered your apartment and went straight to the kitchen. you grabbed some plates as petey set down the boxes of pizza before taking his blazer off.

"screw the plates, let's just eat from the box. it's only us two and we're not sharing anyways," petey laughs grabbing his box, opening it and taking a bit of a slice.

"my thoughts exactly but i didn't know if you'd be okay with it. alright, you said you haven't seen the new season of f1 right? we are watching that! i have to see it still myself," you say grabbing your box and leading him to the living room.

he sits down next to you getting comfy as you throw on the fourth season of f1.

"what team are you supporting? this is a very important question that may change our friendship," you say half joking and half serious.

"i like the redbull, not to sound like a rookie fan but i really love how aggressive max is. the way he drives and pushes, it's like he really has no fear and nothing to lose. lewis is a great driver too but team redbull," he finishes.

"our friendship is untouched, i'm on the same page. personally, i find lewis like a pretty boy which he is a good-looking man but yes, max for the win!"

"good to know. but i also like gasly and his story," he added.

"right! it's so emotional and inspirational to what he has been able to achieve after going through so much. roman was just act of god," you say, feeling the same goosebumps and emotions as you rethink that episode.

"oh my god, that was just crazy. i couldn't believe my eyes. we forget sometimes how dangerous the sport can really be. would you ever go to a race," he asks looking at you.

"is that even a question? fuck yeah, it's on my bucket list! it would be so much fun," you say excitedly thinking about what the experience could be like. petey had so much admiration in his eyes as he thought about how he liked you so much already. he liked your smile and excitement over little things and he adores your child-like self when it comes to hot chocolate. he finds it so cute.

although he kept those thoughts to himself and himself only.

over time you and petey were close, not dating yet but basically best friends. you lost hope that he may feel the same as you did but in your mind he did.

reality, he felt the exact same.

december had begun as you were spending your friday night at home, cozy on the couch in a comfy pair of pj's and fuzzy warm socks. holding a warm christmas mug of hot chocolate as you watched beauty and the beast. the snow was falling lightly outside, and your apartment was a little messy from setting up christmas decorations and wrapping some gifts.

it was nearly midnight as you were about 2 thirds through the movie but you were interrupted by your phone ringing. you pause the movie and grab your phone to see quinn calling.

"yes huggy," you answer

"hey! can you, can you, can you- i forgot. damn it. what was i going to say." quinn questions himself and you picked up on the fact he is drunk. probably drunk with the boys and you're getting the pick-up call.

"send me your location, i'm coming to get you." you set your mug down and grab a jacket while staying on the phone with quinn to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb.

or well try to.

"oh yeah! i needed to call my uber, you're my personal uber. the amazing best friend. you know how much i appreciate you? have i ever told you that you're like the sister i never had? and how much i love you and how many times i've given pistol a brotherly lecture because i will fight any boy who breaks your heart," quinn continues to talk.

"love you too quinner. also, i don't see the reason why you are lecturing elias? he has done nothing," you say as you throw on your shoes and lock the apartment. "and roxy right?"

"yeah and i know he hasn't done anything. the boys including me are after him to do something! he's being a bitch."

you faintly hear in the back, "who do you think you're calling a bitch? you're a fucking bear."

"quinn hughes, do not tackle him-," you were too late as you could hear quinn drop the phone and petey yell.

"wait give me the phone, i wanna talk to her. she's mine," elias says in the back away from the phone.

oh god, you thought as your phone connects to the car and you drive off to get these drunk idiots.

"are you still there," you hear elias ask.

"yes elias, i'm here." you turn the heat up higher as you were feeling colder.

"there's my girl. you're my girl, my favourite girl. i love you so much," he drunkenly says. dragging out the 'so'

you were about to say something until petey starts talking again.

"you bear, get off me. let me talk to her, i don't care what you say or whatever best friend, brother, whatever!" you listen to the two argue as you make it to the parking lot.

"carefully come outside, it looks a little icy," you say as you kill the engine and get out in your pj's, shivering as the cold air breezes. "hurry up you drunk idiots!"

soon petey and huggy coming running out the door.

"hey slow down! there's an ice patch right-," you were too late again.

huggy slipped but balanced himself. however, petey slid right into huggy and they both went crashing down.

"ow, you stupid giraffe. why did you take me down," quinn complains.

"shut up, why did you stop right in front of me. you dumb bear," elias fired back.

"shut up and get up. it's cold and i need to check your guys for any injuries," you say and carefully help them up.

huggy was a-okay but elias found himself bleeding on his palm since landed on his hands.

you rush them to the car and take the spare shirt you had in your car and press it to his hand.

"keep the pressure there, i'll take a good look at home." you could tell the fall took a tool on petey and you brought them back to your apartment since it was closest and snow was falling heavier.

"huggy, you know where your stuff is in the spare bedroom. can you give elias his spare clothing as well please," you ask and huggy has left for the guest room.

you sit petey on the couch and bring a first aid kit. you remove the shirt and begin to clean the cut.

"ow, i don't like that. can you make the stinging stop," he asks as you cleaned it up, seeing the cut wasn't deep enough for stitches.

"sorry sorry, but that should be good. if it continues to bleed through the night into the morning then i'll take you to the hospital." he embraces you into a hug unexpectedly and lifts you off the ground.

"elias, put me down," you say, holding him tightly.

"we're going to sleep," he says making his way to your room

"okay, but i can walk elias. put me down."

he dumps you on your bed as you huff. you try to get off to go get him clothes but he sees that and shoves you back on the bed.

"why are you so aggressive," you joke and try again.

although this time you got whacked in the face with a pillow.

you grab a pillow and whack him back as he stumbles. you quickly get up and shove him on the bed.

"stay here, i'll go get you clothes. i'm pretty sure quinn changed and went to sleep. as always," you say and walk out of the room. quietly going into the spare room, you were right. it took everything in you to not laugh when you saw the way he was passed out on the bed. you grab some of elias's spare clothes and head back to find him staring at the back of his phone with a smile.

you throw the clothes at his face as he drops his phone.

"not nice love," he says as he goes to change. you pick his phone up off the floor and see a small polaroid of you two in the clear case.

a photo of you both leaning into each other while laughing and holding cups of hot chocolate. you smile remembering this moment and brock who took the photo. you didn't even notice petey came back until he was looking over your shoulder.

"that is one of my favourite photos of us," he says. you look over your shoulder to see him smiling at you and you return it.

"one of my favourites as well. and one of us baking cookies! that timer one with our cookies and mess of us trying to decorate a gingerbread man. that was fun," you say as you noticed him staring at you in a way that was making you feel butterflies.

his hand made its way to you face, moving a strand back before it rested on your cheek. he leant in as your heart began to race.

he's drunk, you remind yourself.

"elias, you're drunk." you placed a hand on his chest. you saw the hurt in his eyes as he backed away.

"i'm sober now," he responds, his hand dropping from your cheek to hold your hand.

"elias, get some sleep. we can talk in the morning," you say, squeezing his hand.

you knew he wasn't happy and he was hurt. as much as he nodded and let go of your hand trying to hide it. you saw right through.

he was heading out the door before you stopped him, "where are you going?"

"to sleep on the couch," he responded.

"elias no, you can sleep on my bed. you'll wake up with your back and neck hurting if you sleep on the couch," you say.

"you're not sleeping on the couch either." you both stared at each other for a moment. there was tension in the room before you hear elias mumble, "fuck it."

you looked at him confused as he pulled you to the bed and made you lay in it before he got it.

"are you sure-," you got cut off as always

"shut up and go to sleep." he turned away from you.

"you like cutting me off huh," you quietly say, not expecting him to hear you.

"always. now sleep."

the next morning was tense. you were making breakfast as elias sat on the kitchen stool, not helping you for once. it was quiet, all you could hear was the sizzling from your cooking and elias setting his glass of water down.

until a very cranky and grumpy quinn came down.

"morning grumpy," you say as you hear elias cover his laugh with a cough. of course, he understood your reference to the dwarf from snow white.

it took quinn a minute before he glared and mumbled a small, "fuck you."

you give him a glass of water and some advil for his headache as he takes it. you made some light breakfast and served it to the two hungover boys knowing their stomachs can't handle heavy food at the moment.

"what did you do to your hand," quinn asks as you look at elias's hand. "oh never mind, that's karma for taking me down."

"i have too much of a headache right now to deal with your dumb things," elias responds. he was more so finishing his food as quinn ate most but couldn't finish cause of how his stomach was.

"don't force yourself to eat it all now, you can have it later too. go get some more sleep," you say ruffling his hair. he smacks your hand away before heading back to his claimed room.

"same for you," you softly say to elias as you pick up quinn's dishes. "and is your hand still bleeding?"

"i haven't looked yet," he says monotone.

you place the empty dishes in the sink and cover the remaining food before keeping it aside. you head over to him and ask, "may i take a look?"

he hesitantly gives you his hand. you carefully take off the medical tape and gauze to see the cut is no longer bleeding and healing.

"okay, looks like it's healing really well. i'm going to clean some of the dried blood and reapply some medicine before wrapping it up again." you grab your first aid and do exactly as you said.

elias watched you, and you felt his gaze. the tension was so thick, and you wanted to hurry up and move away from how close you both were.

you finished wrapping his hand and say, "let me know if it starts to bleed at any point. we'll go to the hospital cause i don't trust myself that i'll know what to do if it does."

you backed away and put the kit away. as you were about to exit the kitchen, elias softly spoke, "i trust you."

you turned around to see him already looking at you.

"i know you do," you say with a smile.

a smile that didn't reach your eyes. and he saw right through it.

you both knew last night's moment is affecting you both. although none of you want to break the tension.

you went back to your room to shower and get ready for the day to do nothing.

as you exited the bathroom, as you saw elias sitting on your bed on his phone. he looked up to see you as you turned away to unwrap the towel and let your wet hair down.

you began to dry your hair with the towel as elias walked up to you. he grabbed the towel and began helping you, like he would do when you washed your hair. you closed your eyes, taking in the familiar feeling.

"you know, i wasn't drunk at the end of last night right?" you opened your eyes to see him put down the towel.

"i really loved that photo of us, but i also really love the one that is my phone background." he shows you his lock screen, a photo of him hugging you from behind as he has the biggest smile on his face while you were laughing.

"i also love this photo that you see in the back of my phone case. and this polaroid of us," he continues as he pulls out a polaroid from his wallet.

the polaroid of you hugging him while wearing his jersey as the lifted you off the floor after a big win.

"i also really love the person i'm with in these photos. do you know her?" you couldn't get any words out of your mouth.

"she's the most caring person, she's a child at heart which is something i find adorable. she's got a heart of gold, and she makes me happy. i love her smile, it makes me smile and happy to see her happy. her bad days become my bad days but she will make my days better. always. i love her hugs, one of the many things that i love to get. she's one of the most supportive supports i have. she'll review clips with me and she's a great passer for me to practice my one-timers. she's educated me to know all Disney movies and i love how she doesn't care about what others have to say. she's a hot chocolate addict, but she finds comfort in that drink. she appreciates little things, but she isn't into expensive stuff. she's always there when you need her, she always picks me up when im drunk. takes care of me and quinn especially. also, did i mention how good she is at cooking and baking? i love the fight she puts up, even though i'll never let her pay for anything while she's with me and always surprise her. she's one independent woman, i can say that. and i'm very proud of her and i'm thankful to have her in my life. and i could go on and on about her, but i think you get the idea." he finishes.

you stood there, staring at him feeling touched. no one has ever made you feel the way you felt right now. you've never heard anyone say or know so much about you as the man in front of you did.

okay well, maybe quinn who took on being the brother you never had but still.

elias walked up to you, his hands holding yours. "i mean every single word i said."

his hands made it up to your cheeks, as he softly spoke again, "you have a hold on my heart. i really do like you. actually, fuck that, i'm pretty sure i'm in love with you and i fall harder every day."

he leant in as you did as well. his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. he pulled away, you smiled as he did too before kissing you harder.

you pulled away, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"i love you too petey." he had the biggest smile as he wrapped his arms around you before lifting you in the air and spinning you around.

he set you back down before kissing you again. you were having your moment until you heard, "hey! where did my food go? i want my food, i am a hungry hungover child!"

[otomegamesandme]

Em's Personal Favorite Shoujo and Josei manga!

Since one (1) person mentioned they would like a recommendation list of shoujo and josei mangas, I decided to throw one together of my personal favorites! Some of these are well known, some aren't. I also kept it short, so it's more a sample of my tastes. Future lists will probably revolve around themes/genres, but for now here's this!

My Lovesick Life as a 90s Otaku

Demo: Josei

Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life, Historical

This is a short four volume series about a middle aged mother who reflects back on her teen years and being a big otaku in the 90s. I honestly loved this? There were so many cameos of classic series, and I enjoyed the characters and themes in this a lot. It did make me cringe, just because it reminded me how me and my friends used to be as teens in all the good and bad ways. That relatability is also the reason I was a big fan. It does wrap up pretty quickly at the end, but for a short series, it's one of the josei series I've read that left an impression on me!

Magic Knight Rayearth

Demo: Shoujo

Genre: Fantasy, Isekai

It feels like a crime to not mention Clamp when talking about any of my favorite manga (Tsubasa Chronicles is my favorite Shonen and Chobits is my favorite Seinen, so they're really just winning). Choosing between this and RG Veda was difficult, but this is such a classic. I loved the characters, the world, and how the story reveals itself to be a gut punch at the end. If you still haven't read it, here's yet another rec post telling you to check it out.

Children of the Whales

Demo: Shoujo

Genre: Science Fantasy, Tragedy

This follows a group of people on a floating island, the Mud Whale, which is trapped in a sea of sand. One day, when they send people out to search one of the sunken islands in the sand for resources, they find another human, and through meeting her, learn the truth about their home.

The story telling in this is gorgeous. The mangaka said she was inspired by a lost journal she found, and you really get that feeling while reading it. This is also a series to read if you just feel like being Really Sad. It's one of my all time favorite series, but I did have to read it with breaks between volumes (for reference, I normally binge like five volumes a day when I'm really into a series). There's a rich world and history in this, and each detail feels so carefully considered and thought out. This is one of the series I wished more people talked about.

Dokuhime

Demo: Josei

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Tragedy

A group of orphan girls are raised to be living weapons by consuming poison. They're then sent out to enemy countries to seduce and kill the men in charge, as their bodies are all poisonous.

This doesn't have any official English translations and I came across it randomly one day and just fell in love. It's an older series, and there's plenty of triggering content here (violence and SA being major). But I loved this world and characters so much? My summary does not do it justice, but the dynamics with the main character and the three princes in the country she's infiltrating is so interesting. It also reads very much like a dark fairy tale, especially with how it's structured and the way it goes through each scene and chapter. I know this is likely too old and unknown to ever get picked up officially, but maybe if I get more people to read it, we can all bother seven seas via their licensing survey or something-

A Condition Called Love

Demo: Shoujo

Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life

I don't think this needs a summary since it's a recent popular one lol, but I love messy characters who face consequences for their messy actions and are forced to grow as people!! I love when bad habits in a relationship get challenged, and it doesn't automatically lead to breaking up but trying to fix things. Hotaru and Hananoi just have my favorite relationship in any modern shoujo series I've read, and while the series isn't over yet, I can imagine them remaining a favorite for a long time.

Chihayafuru

Demo: Josei

Genre: Sports, Slice-of-Life (and romance in the background)

If you know about Chihayafuru, it's that everyone who talks about it is Not Normal about it lol I have never encountered a series with such a large cast where each one is given such weight and brevity as this series. I know it's about such a niche Japanese sport, but listen, the growth and story arch of these three main characters, and how they're affected by the people they meet and how they affect others and grow is just...so good. You want God Tier character work, this is the series you read.

Prince Freya

Demo: Shoujo

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure (and romance if you squint)

I love brutal shoujo. The first chapter of this was not what I was expecting, and it's probably because I went in blind. Anyway, this follows the story of Freya who lives in a kingdom trying not to get conquered by an Empire taking over the continent. The only person keeping the kingdom standing was the Prince, who was poisoned and killed. Since Freya looks almost exactly like him, she's forced to pretend to be the Prince of this country in hopes the kingdom won't fall to the empire.

Freya's character growth in this is a lot of fun to witness play out. I also really have been enjoying seeing the way the world keeps expanding and growing with each volume. I will say, the first few volumes have pacing issues, but by volume 3/4 it was all smooth sailing. I also really enjoy how unflinching it can be, and it doesn't shy away from death or violence when needed, but it also doesn't overdue it either. It's just a solid shoujo fantasy series, and the only bad part about it is waiting for the next volume to drop (Viz it's been 6 months, please-).

[vechter]

was reading ur post about how even tho dick is super loyal to bruce there’s a line and bruce knows not to cross it, what do you think the line is for dick? like what could dick do that would make bruce stop talking to him? genuine thoughts those two are insane…

hmm. like i said- i don't think even the two of them know what it is. but there is some vague place where dick feels like he needs to be responsible for sort of keeping bruce in check. like, if you take the very first confrontation in war games after firefly shooting dick in nightwing (1996) #99:

and when bruce tells him that it's just him and dick again and starts off on a spiel about crime-fighting and the people who partake in it, dick leaves! he arrests tarantula, tries to turn himself in and when that doesn't pan out, he leaves his nightwing suit under jason's memorial and goes off to join the mob.

how much of this is dictated by his own failures (like let's be real, man was Going Through It) and how much of it is because another robin is dead? particularly after all that effort and energy into being a safety net for tim? how much does dick blame himself for not doing the same for steph? in dick's eyes, he failed himself AND he failed bruce.

i will admit, though, that this storyline varies slightly in nightwing (1996) and batman (1940). in batman (1940) #634, he watches bruce drink bourbon and gets a recounting of everything that has happened so far. alfred makes jokes that it's the three of them again, just like old times. and dick ends it with "he still gives me hope". so... idk.

in knightsend, dick thinks bruce has killed someone and goes Off. panels below from robin (1993) #8:

but surprise! it was just bruce faking the man's death so he could fool shiva. so, there's no real wrong that has been committed and everything goes back to status quo.

i won't even bother with nightwing (2011) #30 because somehow, dc forgot that they ended that run with this and the infamous "i'm not your boy" panel:

but i love to consider the implications of this. bruce asking dick to let his friends and family mourn him is crossing the line. it's a shitty choice, not really much of a choice at all, actually; bruce tells dick that dick is the only one who can do this and there are lives and identities on the line. of course, dick has no option but to say yes. he has already been unmasked and compromised the rest of the bats. there is no good option here.

also, i've said this before- i don't fuck with batman beyond much because a) idk terry and i can't be bothered to know him and b) i've only read volume 3 (2010-2011) but it's one of the best ways to answer your question, anon!

basically, jokes captures alfred and bruce and dick go to rescue him. but dick and bruce haven't worked together in a while so bruce forgets to consider movement when you have a partner in the field. dick gets shot like 1000 times, bruce does the minimum to stop his bleeding, calls an ambulance for him and goes off after the joker. he doesn't visit dick in the hospital or apologize because he feels guilty but sends him a suit via alfred saying it's waiting for whenever dick wants it. dick loses an eye. i summarize this poorly so please read batman beyond (2010) #4.

but, dick ends up coming back to help terry who reached out to him after getting annoyed with bruce's MO of hiding relevant information etc. and after they complete the mission:

OUCH. panels above from batman beyond (2010) #6.

so like i said, dick will always come back for the kids even if they exist in a world where dick cannot forgive bruce. this ended up being too hodgepodge of an answer so i apologize for that but i hope this helps!

edit: omg anon i just re-read what you asked and realized how i completely switched around bruce and dick aaaa sorry!!!

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Love on Ice Chapter 6: The Second Flashback

@chachachai17 and I hope you enjoy chapters 6 and 7 tonight ❤️

5 years ago, age 21

Elain applied a thin coat of lipstick and fluffed her hair once, checking herself in the mirror a last time before heading downstairs. She felt pretty, and allowed herself to feel a sliver of excitement. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, Elain decided nothing could tarnish her mood. 

On the floor in the living area, Feyre was surrounded by tubes of paint and an untouched canvas. She glanced at Elain, shooting a wink her way. “Where are you going all dolled up?”

Elain blushed and nodded her thanks. “It’s Laverna’s twenty-first birthday. She’s having a party at her home in the Dawn Region. She invited me the last time I saw her at the ice rink. I wasn't going to go but,” Elain rubbed her arm sheepishly. “I figured I might enjoy myself. I don’t plan on being out very long, though.” 

“Who else is going?” Feyre asked, squirting paint onto a glass pallete. She’d chosen a variation of pinks and golds and purples. Brushes were spread widely around the floorboards. 

“Aspen from Winter and Zarah from Spring. They're both ice dancers. We’re not really friends, but we talk once in a while. I thought I could get out of the house and have some fun before the competition tomorrow.” 

“You thought wrong,” Mama said, slinking into the living area with a steaming cup of tea. She didn't spare a glance toward Elain as she sat down on the sofa and said, “The only thing you're doing tonight is going upstairs, taking all of your makeup off, putting on your skating attire, and heading over to the rink for one last practice.” 

Elain and Feyre shared a look. 

“Mama, I haven't really made friends since we moved here,” Elain pointed out gently, ringing her fingers together. “These girls are nice to me and I would like to get to know them better.” 

"You do not need friends,” Mama said, eyes flashing to her face before landing on the television. Mama never looked at Elain for more than a few seconds at a time. 

“I think Elain deserves to build her own connections,” Feyre advocated quietly, spreading gold paint on the canvas. 

“Distractions,” Mama corrected sharply, kicking off her slippers, curling her legs underneath her bottom. The sisters flinched. “Friendships are distractions, and the last thing your sister needs is to be preoccupied.”

“I’m fully prepared for the competition tomorrow,” Elain defended, though her voice had grown shaky. Feyre’s gaze was one of pity. 

“You can never be too prepared,” Mama spat back. “Just this week, you fell during a twizzle. A twizzle! And look at what your sister is doing right now. She’s spending her weekend perfecting her craft. You don’t see her out and about with any companions, do you?”

“That's because they were all busy tonight,” Feyre muttered under her breath, pressing the brush harder against the canvas. 

“And Nesta has been at the studio for nine hours today and she’s still not home,” Mama remarked, sipping from her mug. “That is dedication. Something you surely lack.” 

Elain’s tears dampened her mascara, black streaks running down her rosy cheeks. So much for spending hours on making herself look beautiful. 

“Mama, Elain is one of the most dedicated people I know,” Feyre complimented, smiling sadly at her older sister. Elain shook her head, a silent plea for Feyre to stay quiet. Nothing either of them said would change Mama’s mind. 

Mama huffed, shaking her head. “Then that’s truly a shame,” She glanced toward Elain once more, face void of warmth. “Call your friends and tell them you are not coming. The rink closes in two hours, so you’d best get a move on. And don’t you ever pull a stunt like this again or else you’ll skate until your toes bleed.” 

And when Elain had changed into her sweater and leggings and flung her skating bag over her shoulder, she hadn’t bothered saying goodbye. 

ARTWORK FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: Here

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

[linkemon]

Voice line headcanons 3

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Aether and Paimon are looking for [Reader] because of a job found on a city board. It's a potential, well-paying occasion. If they manage to find an employer who forgot to write where you can meet them at all...

Mika Schmidt

✧Looking for Captain [Reader]? Ah... Uh... Maybe, maybe you'll ask someone else. No, I'm not afraid of you, Paimon. We've known each other for quite some time, so I'm not nervous, it's just... the thing about the captain is... No, they're not scary. Captain Kaeya, what are you laughing at?

✧ Captain [Reader] is a really special person. They taught me many things even though they are not much older than me. They help me on expeditions. They are very nice, very smart and very pretty. Erm... I'm sure you two will work well together.

✧ Captain Kaeya really told you that? Ah... It's not like that! I'm not jealous of them. We're not together, so of course I couldn't be. It doesn't mean that I wouldn't want to be their lover... Um, this is getting more and more confusing. You know what, why don't I just go back to work and you two go visit them? It's the door at the end of the upstairs corridor.

Dori Sangemah Bay

✧ Interesting your searches. Of course, the generous Dori will help her dear customers with all the problems. But to help customers, you have to deal with them and you haven't bought anything yet. Move, move! Check out what wonderful goods I have with me today...

✧ Mora is a wonderfully universal language, don't you think? Wherever you are, Dori is always happy to hear the clink of money and understand you. Back to your question, [Reader] is the steward of my palace. As an exception, I can invite you for tea and introduce you. Of course I have a vested interest in this, Paimon. I wouldn't do it for free...

✧ [Reader] is a very good worker. They're great at keeping secrets, and they can bargain. I don't like it when it comes to the paycheck but if you need to pick up a shipment of new items for sale, they're irreplaceable.

Faruzan

✧ You're looking for a really good Academy student. Unlike you, they know they should call me madame. What about you? It's a complete lack of education. The fact that we know each other has nothing to do with it. I deserve respect. After all, I'm older than you.

✧ [Reader] is a really special student of Kshahrewar. They have a chance to surpass Kaveh in his achievements. The room you are standing in now is their work. A delightful use of technology, isn't it? Their darshan will yet rise from their knees with their help. I'm sure of it. Soon you will be able to see their inventions beyond Sumer as well.

✧ These flowers? They are from them. What are you looking at, Paimon? It's obvious my lover is a well-mannered person! How come you don't believe we're a couple?!

Collei

✧ If you're looking for them, you're lucky! I was about to visit them because I hadn't seen them since I came to Mondstadt. We know each other from the time when I came to this city for the first time.

✧ They helped me a lot when I was going through hard times. When I went to Sumeru, they wrote me letters all the time. They told me everything that happened here. They're really great at lifting people's spirits. Anyway, you'll see for yourself.

✧ There they are! Let's go say hi. I will introduce you myself. They will be impressed for sure. You say, Paimon, that you haven't seen me so happy in a long time? Haha, maybe there's something to it. But you get it, meeting up with old friends is always exciting! Let's eat pita together, which I made especially for this occasion!

Bennett

✧ I'd really like to take you to her but with my bad luck, it might not be the best idea ever. It doesn't bother you? That's very kind of you but I'm talking about [Reader]. The last time they wanted to help me collect plants for a job, they were attacked by monsters. They made it out reasonably healthy but on the way home I bumped into them and broke their ankle. I wanted to carry them to town but on the way back I slipped and injured their leg even more. That's why I think it's better if I don't see them for a while. For theirsafety.

✧ Comission to carry heavy parcels? It makes sense. After all, now that they can't lift them and the flower shop certainly needs someone to take care of it. What a shame they have to suffer like this because of me... Hey, where are we going? I already told you it was a bad idea! I don't want to bring bad luck to them. They will be happy? I'm sure they'll be happy, but... All right, I'm going, Paimon!