#and i suck at everything so nobody actually cares so what's the point?

[vagueiish]

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[nisuna]

Need more yuuji smut!!

So hear me out-

bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.

Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff

Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3

⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this

TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji

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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.

It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.

"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.

"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.

"Yuji, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.

"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"

"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."

"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.

"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.

"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.

"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."

You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.

He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"

"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.

"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."

"Okay."

After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.

Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.

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You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.

"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.

"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."

"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"

"All day actually...", you confessed.

His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.

After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."

"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Can we cuddle too?"

"We can do whatever you need."

That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"

"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."

"But I'm sure, I really want this-"

"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."

You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.

You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.

After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.

"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.

"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.

"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."

You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.

"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.

"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.

"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.

"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.

"Nope."

"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.

"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."

That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.

"You're practically drooling."

"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.

"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.

"Can I touch you?"

"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"

His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.

"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.

"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.

"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.

"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.

"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."

Before he could leave you, you stopped him.

"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.

"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.

Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.

He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.

"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."

"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.

"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."

You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.

Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.

"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."

So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.

The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.

"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."

If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.

"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.

Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.

When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.

Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.

"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."

"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.

You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.

"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."

You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.

Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.

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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah

Hope to see you all very soon<3

[jji-lee]

then if its okay with you can i request something with haechan, like you’re obsessed with best friend! haechan hands and you’re always looking at them thinking nobody notices but he did, he always does

easyy cause i'm already obsessed with his hands LMAO. thank you so much for waiting, hope you enjoy! <33

you weren't always this obsessed with your best friend's hands. it just so happened that one day you had asked him to help you bake, and watching how he used his hands to knead and roll out the dough, you suddenly felt a subtle attraction towards them. well, subtle is what you thought you were, but clearly haechan had caught on to your not so little infatuation with his hands, doing things that he knew would have you drooling over him.

"y/n what do you think of my rings? this ones new!"

he pointed to a shiny silver ring on his middle finger. but that ring was the least of your concerns. haechan flexed his hand to make the rings shine, veins becoming more prominent. you gulped,

"uh, yeah, they're nice hyuck."

as you quickly averted your eyes, hoping haechan hadn't caught you staring at everything but his rings. he'd suck his teeth,

"you didn't even properly look."

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then there were times where haechan would send pictures of him holding things out of the blue.

as you opened his message an image of him gripping his pillow popped up on your screen. you eyes widened, quickly clicking on the image, zooming in on his hands, veins on full display as he tightly gripped the fabric. you clicked out of the picture reading his message, got some new pillows! couldn't he just have sent a picture of them on the bed? you responded with a quick, nice 👍 closing out of the messages app before you actually lost your mind.

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haechan sighed as he read your response to the image he had sent you. was he being too obvious? well, he couldn't be more obvious than you. he had caught you time and time again staring blatantly at his hands, quickly looking away when your eyes met his. whether he was holding a cup at some party, or opening a package, your eyes were always on his hands, watching every move he made. so why wouldn't you just admit that you thought he had nice hands?

he even went out of his way to get his nails done, occasionally letting the nail artist draw on a little design on one of his fingers. and of course, it always made you stare, but never for long enough that he could accuse you of liking his hands. he was running out of options.

𖡼

like every other sunday, you and haechan were sprawled out on the couch, a random show playing on the tv as you both scrolled through your phones.

haechan glanced past his phone looking over at you. you were laying down, phone on your chest as you scrolled with one hand, the other resting on your face as you nibbled on your nails. he sat up pulling your finger away from your mouth.

"what the hell donghyuck?"

he sat there confused by his own action.

"oh, uh, don't, don't bite your nails. it's bad, look"

he showed you his fingers,

"i bite my nails all the time, they just make your hands look ugly."

you put your phone down, sitting up to grab his hands.

"you hands aren't ugly hyuck,"

you turned his hands, examining them. your voice was soft, barely audible as you began to ramble,

"they're really nice actually, you don't even have to take care of them. they're just naturally nice, and your veins look nice too when you're holding something."

you lightly traced a visible vein that started at his wrist and led up to his ring finger. haechan grinned wide, making a fist to accentuate his veins,

"think my hands are nice huh?"

you looked up to see him grinning down at you, a sly smirk on his face. he laughed as you rolled your eyes, pushing his hands away.

"shut up donghyuck, i don't think they're ugly, i think they're super ugly!"

he chuckled, knowing that you were lying. he extended his hands forward, showing them off in your face.

"if they're sooo ugly then why are you blushing hmmm?"

you reached up to touch your cheeks, and just like he said, they were abnormally warm. he whined as you slapped his hands away, bringing your finger up to point at him.

"i swear if you use this against me lee donghyuck."

he smirked at you as he hid his hands behind his back,

"of course not!"

𖡼

after that haechan would didn't let you rest, bringing up his hands in almost every conversation, finding any excuse to make you look at them. and if he didn't find a way to fit it into your in person conversations, you'd 100% receive a pic of his hands later that night as you got ready for bed captioned, cleaned them just for you <3

[allieslittlewritings]

*not my gif <3

Baby Girl

Summary: Spencer getting a baby daughter

Set in: Season 13-14

Warnings: Spoilers for seasons 8-13 of Criminal Minds, vague mention of abortion, bad writing, an oc!mom

Word count: 900-1k

A/n: I've never posted a fic before so if this sucks and nobody sees it I'm sorry <3

★

Spencer always thought in an ideal world, he would have children.

He never bothered to think of how many, knowing that would be more up to his future wife than to him.

He'd always just assumed he'd get married before having children one day.

After everything that had happened to him, Maeve dying, going to prison, the shit Cat had pulled, finding out his mom had Altzheimer's, and everything else that was certainly less than ideal, he'd started to think more and more that he simply wasn't meant to be a dad.

When a girl he'd only gone on a few dates with, months ago, told him she needed to talk to him, he was confused.

Emma was a nice girl, they just didn't fit well together so their relationship didn't last long.

She'd asked him to meet her at a random coffee shop.

He had the idea of her being pregnant for one second before he convinced himself that was ridiculous.

He entered the coffee shop Emma had chosen and went to sit accross from her.

Some boring small talk followed about how their careers and lives were going.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." Emma finaally blurted out, clearly nervous.

Spencer had heard a lot of radicalizing things in his life.

A lot of unexpected things had happened to him.

In his line of work, a lot of things altered his perspective and way of thinking.

This one was different.

"You're..." He trailed off in shock.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest, I don't want the baby, but I'm too far along now to get an abortion. I'm about to start looking for potential adoptive parents, but I thought maybe you'd want input on who it goes to, too."

As muddled and confused as Spencer's brain felt, he immediately replied, "No. I'll take it. I mean, I'll take care of it. Of the baby."

"Are you sure you want to do that? You've already got a lot on your plate..." She pointed out.

"I'm sure." He said softly, without an ounce of hesitation.

★

Spencer was in an odd haze everytime he remembered he was about to become a parent.

He knew it wouldn't be easy, taking care of a child and having such a demanding job.

But he also knew he could never live with the knowledge that he had a child somewhere and they're not with them.

If they're with him, he can keep them safe.

He could make sure his child didn't grow up alone, like he did.

★

Spencer and his baby's mother sat quietly in a waiting room.

Spencer was attending his first ultrasound.

He sat, in thought.

A nearly empty cup of coffee in his right hand.

His lip was being lightly picked at with his left.

He took one last sip of his coffee and went to throw the now empty cup away.

His sweaty hands were starting to annoy him.

The restless feeling wouldn't go away.

Emma's name was called and the pair went into the ultrasound room.

Spencer picked at his fingers as he watched Emma and the ultrasound tech set everything up.

Lost in thought, he didn't hear any of the little things the women talked about.

Everything in him froze when he heard it.

A heartbeat.

His baby's heartbeat.

"So, would you like to know the baby's gender?" The doctor asked.

The women looked at Spencer, waiting for an answer.

He stood dumbfoundedly, staring at the grainy image of his baby on the moniter.

Their heartbeat still the loudest, best thing he'd ever heard.

"Spencer?" Emma gently nudged him.

Spencer finally snapped out of his haze and quickly wiped away a stray tear rolling down his face.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Would you like to know the sex of the baby?" The doctor asked again.

"Uh, no. No, I want it to be a surprise." His eyes remained on the moniter, he couldn't pull his eyes away from it.

★

Spencer prepared for the day Emma gave birth as best he could.

He was actually grateful for his sabbaticals now, it gave him a lot more prep time.

He read about a hundred books on labor and childbirth.

And give or take twice as many on actual parenting and child care.

He did as much research as humanly possible.

But one thing he'd learned over the years, is no matter how much research you do or how many books you read, the actual topic you're researching and preparing for is never quite the same.

★

His anxiety in the last few weeks before the baby came skyrocketed.

Worry overtook him nearly every minute of the day.

What if he hasn't done enough?

What if there's something important that slipped his mind?

What if he'll actually be a terrible father and he'll mess up the best thing to ever happen to him?

What if he-

"It's a girl!" The doctor announced.

Much like when he heard his daughter's heartbeat for the first time, he froze.

A girl.

He had a daughter.

She was here.

He watched as the doctors and nurses scurried around doing things, to make sure his baby was well and healthy.

His baby.

He had a baby.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Covered in blood and vernix, his daughter.

Her loud, very infant-like cries filled the room.

Not a new sound to the doctors, they continued with their routine work.

It was the most grounded Spencer had felt in months.

She was here.

His baby was here and she needed him almost as much he needed her.

★

Spencer tiredly rubbed his eyes, the wide range of emotions from the day catching up to him.

He walked tiredly to the room where Y/N was, a hint of confusion on his face.

The exhaustion was evident in his posture and his droopy eyes.

But now was not the time to sleep, he was walking to go be with his daughter.

He entered the room she was in and sat down in a chair next to the basin his baby lay in.

"Hi," He whispered to her, gently resting his hand on her tiny stomach.

His baby gurgled and looked up at him with big eyes.

A tired smile graced his face as he gently stroked his daughter's head.

He could stay there forever.

Just him and his daughter.

She was the most the beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" He quietly asked her.

His baby gripped his finger with her hand, continuing to quietly make baby noises.

"Yeah. We're gonna be okay."

fin. ♡

[kayas-kosmos]

Because of what's happening on Twitter...

I've made a little diagram to demonstrate why billionaires and the ultra-wealthy are bad for society.

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"If we view society as a body, every sector is like a different organ within the body that serves a function and works in harmony with other organs to maintain balance. Every part of the body is important for the whole thing to function."

"The ultra-wealthy want you to believe they are the beating heart and thinking mind of the society – they are the innovators who create our jobs and their brilliance drives society forward. They deserve to be at the top of society because they have earned that. Without them, the body won’t function because they are the most important part."

"In reality, they are more like a malignant tumour, sucking all of the blood (resources) away from everything else (people and the planet) to fuel its own infinite growth, depriving the rest of the body and slowly killing it. Workers create all of the innovation and keep things running, the ultra-wealthy take all the credit."

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This is a public domain image so feel free to pinch it for whatever.

Elon Musk has put the careers of thousands of small business owners who depend on Twitter (myself included) in jeopardy by completely running it into the ground. Before this, Mark Zuckerberg had already been doing the same when he started pursuing Metaverse, making Instagram and Facebook much more unusable for artists. Do I really need to go into other examples of CEOs and very normalised practise of wage theft?

Meanwhile, the UK currently has the richest Prime Minister in its history. What is this man doing with this wealth? Continuing the Tory legacy of austerity in order to line his pockets and the pockets of his crony friends. This has resulted in a devastating cost of living crisis that continues to ravage the country as people's energy bills skyrocket out of control.

My diagram is pretty basic and lacks nuance, there's definitely more I could elaborate on with this comparison but I really don't have time. I just want people to get the basic point of how billionaires view themselves vs what function they actually serve. I'm also not here to debate whether some organs are more important than others since I'm not a doctor, that's not really the point here. And no, I don't care if people think I'm being harsh by comparing billionaires to a tumour. If they don't want to be compared to one they should stop acting like one. Jeff Bezos could end world hunger right now and chooses not to.

Also, I know a lot of people are going to come at me with the argument that billionaires give away massive amounts of money. First off, people like Jeff Bezos only give large sums of money to charity a.) for the sake of improving their public image and b.) because giving to charity allows them to write it off in their taxes. Also, charities in of themselves have a lot of problems, but that's a blog post for another day. Mutual Aid is a better way to help people directly. Really, the ultra wealthy need to be taxed, of course they do everything within their power to avoid taxes.

Also:

"Earning a lot of money" and "holding onto a lot of money" are two different things. You cannot be a multi-millionaire unless you hold onto that money. If you give away massive chunks of it to enrich society, you cease to be a billionaire.

Oh and this is worth a watch, too.

Furthermore:

Also before the inevitable great man comments:

Being a billionaire is a moral failing. Nobody needs that much money.

[Slight edit here - I made the assertion that a billionaire could not spend all of their money in their lifetime, but as someone in the comments pointed out it's very easy for them to completely waste billions in no time. Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg have shown that].

Anyway, if you would like to see more anti-Capitalist art from me, I am currently working on a webcomic called "Flowerpunk" - a story about a group of anarchists who are trying to save the city of Wyrdon from a supernatural plague known as "the rot." The comic heavily discusses disaster Capitalism and how the rich will use mass death and destruction as an opportunity to further line their pockets.

I also like to do little anti-Capitalist doodles relating to this project, which I plan to make into posters at some point.

Please consider donating a Ko-Fi also if you would like to help support this project. I am really struggling at the moment because I've basically lost a massive chunk of my client base due to this Twitter implosion and also because of the AI BS that has made it impossible for me to get any reach nowadays. The last year or so has been an absolute nightmare for my career because of all of this.

Thank you all for your continued support! Hopefully I can re-establish my audience here on Tumblr and wherever else I decide to go.

[akystaracer22]

Distrust Fall:

A leap of faith gone wrong, an eternal promise kept eternally. No matter how long it has been some things never truly change.

Notes

How to fail a trust fall: Step one

Vaggie's relationship with Adam is very complicated, but at the moment there is a lot of animosity and it shows.

Adam is of the opinion that Sorry doesn’t mean jack shit if you make the mistake again, so he just doesn’t apologise because he thinks he’ll just fuck up again so there’s no point.

The hotel needs a licensed therapist at this point dear lord.

Alastor still isn’t over the whole “Radio is fucking dead” thing.

If there is one thing that Adam knows off by heart, it’s the names of animals scientific or otherwise. That was the guys job once upon a time and assuming he doesn’t know that stuff is the true quickest way to piss him off. He’s also really good with animals which pisses off Anthony because Fat Nuggets *likes* Adam and it drives the sinner up a wall.

Alastor and Lucifer are on the ground. Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, and Adam are on the roof.

Alastor was going to let him get a cm from the ground before catching him dw.

Lucifer used to be friends with Adam in the garden because I live for that sweet sweet friends to enemies tragedy.

Adam really does not like people staring at his face, it’s a mild form of scopophobia caused by his time in heaven with people always giving him shit for how he looked, particularly his facial features (Yes I drew on everyone calling him ugly and average on twitter and shit). He used the mask to get around it, that way people couldn’t actually see what he looked like.

This was originally 1260 but then I got an idea that blew this out by 500 words lol.

The graveyard with be elaborated on in a future connected one shot.

This is officially a fully fledged AU

Regarding Adam's claws, they're gold to combat the greyness of his palette, but also as a nod to Midas, the arrogant king who's touched turned everything to gold. Angelic blood is also gold so if you want you can interpret it as having blood on his hands.

Fingerless gloves because I thing they're neat.

I based Lucifer's wings off of duck wings!

Also Lucifer's angelic appearance was based on space. I heard Sera call Charlie "Daughter of the Morning Star" and I went feral.

He has a full shifting night sky in his wings, clothes, and hat.

Angels have white pupils now I don't make the rules.

References saved my life.

Word count: 1725

(Comic and fic under the cut! Click for better quality)

@irregular-child

Adam leaned away from the edge as the wind drifted through his wings, keenly aware of the fact that his wings wouldn’t break his fall and he did not in fact trust jack shit in hell to break it except the ground.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m with princess perfect this is a fucking death sentence,” Adam agreed, a little reluctantly because it was still the princess of hell, “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Vaggie smirked, because of course she did because she was trying to kill him, he wasn’t that dense, and just shrugged, “I mean, worked for me didn’t it?”

“That wasn’t even a fucking trust fall that was to get you to fucking fly and you know it! Fucking bitch,” The first man scowled and tried to step away from the edge, the crack whore of an arachnid immediately shoving him back up, “Would you fuck off?!”

“Would you stop being a dick?”

“Would you stop sucking them?”

The white jumping spider stared at him for a long moment and Vaggie stepped away from him for once, great! Cool! One person was leaving him alone and soon a second one will!

Great! About fucking time they got the message-

-------]

Lucifer paced nervously around Dazzle’s statue; this was a terrible idea. Having Adam go through a trust fall this early was going to end in disaster one way or another.

The main issue being nobody liked Adam and wouldn’t care if he fell. Hell, Charlies girlfriend has already tried to kill Adam off for good multiple times since he got here!

This was going to be a mess; Alastor was supposed to be catching Adam but he was just standing there looking completely unprepared and-

“Are you going to get ready or not.” Lucifer snapped at the radio demon, wings flicking out behind him in agitation.

“Oh, I have no intention of catching him.”

Lucifer froze, his tail stilling before lashing behind him as he turned on the deer-eared sinner, “What.”

“You heard me.”

“Oh, I heard you alright, and I think you should try that again.”

“And why are you getting so worked up, hm?” The sinner hummed, sneering down at the king, “Last I checked, the first man was your enemy after he tried to kill your own daughter.”

“I-” Lucifer paused, then scowled because Alastor was right. Why was he getting so worked up over this. This was Adam they were talking about. Adam who was crass and rude and cold to everyone. Adam, who would rather sit in his room all day than even look at any of them. Adam who was…

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

…

“I can see why they left me for you.”

…

“It is good to see you again my friend! Come, much has changed since your last visit!”

… Adam who was so much more than who he was now. Who was probably the only person left in hell that remembered Eden.

Damnit.

“That’s none of your business you son of a bitch,” The fallen angel snapped at the cannibal, eliciting nothing more than a growing grin from the bastard.

Not a day went by in hell where Lucifer wished that this wasn’t his circus and that the sinners weren’t his monkeys.

Someone screamed above him.

The seraphim whipped his head up, eyes widening as he registered Adam twisting the air as he was shoved off the roof by Angel Dust.

Fear struck his heart like an exorcists blade when the first man tried to use his wings to glide, only for a single wing beat to send him into a spiral hurtling towards the ground.

He caught Adams eye for a single moment before it was obscured by his good wing, the man was terrified. He didn’t know sinners reformed after death and despite it all. Lucifer would never wish someone to experience falling from their death after quite literally falling from heaven.

Not even on Adam.

Something in his heart spurred the king into action, kicking off the ground as his wings snapped open to catch the air. A single beat of his wings and he was already well off the ground.

Lucifer reached a hand up for Adam as the fallen angel reached out to him in kind, panic written across both their faces at the idea of a horrible accident.

Lucifer’s wings moved the air one more time and-

“And… you will catch me?”

Lucifer laughed softly, a gentle chiming sound from where he stood behind Gods first man. He was trying to show him a game Lucifer and his kin would play from time to time amongst the spires of heaven.

The game was simple, one angel was to stand up high with their wings folded and fall. Then the other angel was to catch them. It was supposed to build trust, not to mention it was a delight in and of itself.

Standing amongst the grasses of Eden, Lucifer saw no reason not to share this game with Adam. He’s already grown fond of the way that Gods creation would go out of his way to show the angel what he’d been up to since his last visit.

“Be not afraid my friend!” Lucifer’s wings spread quietly to punctuate his point, divine magic threading his words, The Voice ensuring that the first man would hear and believe him.

“No matter how far you fall, I shall always be there to catch you.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms securely around the fallen angel as his wings curled around wing and man alike, bracing himself as the added weight as they both fell together.

It’s funny, it reminded him of when Adam first fell, a fiery ball that could have almost been mistaken as a shooting star had Lucifer not known better.

They hid the ground with a slam and the fallen seraphim had to bite back a shriek as his wings took the brunt of the force. They’d be left aching for a while.

Lucifer grunted as he pushed Adam off of him, sitting up and folding his wings in, allowing them to slip out of existence while they healed, he definitely didn’t want to do that again.

He slowly got to his feet while the first man got his bearings, dusting himself off and rubbing his shoulders to try and alleviate the pain.

“Why the fuck did you save me?”

Lucifer jerked and looked down at Adam from where he was glaring up at him, a note of confusion held carefully in his gaze before it dropped.

“I-”

“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise!”

Lucifer’s expression shot into a scowl as he rounded on the radio demon very blatantly interrupting the moment. The bastard just grinned and stared down at the both of them.

From the corner of his eyes Lucifer noted Adam’s good wing hitching up instinctively to cover his face from the demons gaze before dropping.

Lucifer turned his attention back to the radio demon with a glare that could melt steel, “You were going to let him fall,”

“I was going to do no such thing,”

“You just said-!”

“I said nothing you just assumed I was going to do nothing at all!”

“Listen here you!” Lucifer was just off again by the main doors opening and the other’s all barrelling out at the commotion.

Lost in the sudden onslaught of attention and having to field Alastor’s snarky comments, Anthony’s suggestive remarks, and Charlie’s concern, he didn’t see Adam flee the scene.

It wasn’t until much later that he was able to recognize the first man’s absence, searching the hotel to see if Adam was okay.

He found him at the graveyard, sitting among the many tombstones for the exorcists slain in the battle that caused Adam to fall.

Lucifer paused at the entrance to the burial ground, watching Adam sit there facing away from him for what felt like an eternity.

Despite the dead being gone, the king of hell still felt like the exorcists weapons were pointed at him, a warning that if he made one wrong move they would rise from their graves to protect their leader, to avenge him, to strike Lucifer down in an instant.

The once-angel of the morning star carefully stepped away from the cemetery, making sure he didn’t break the silence. Even if Adam wanted to be disturbed, he wasn’t the right person to do it, not in this place.

Besides, he still had his own thoughts to sort through, like why in the name of the divine he saved Adam when he would have survived regardless. He would have been fine even if he did hit the ground unimpeded so why-

Lucifer grimaced as the answer stuck to him like a parasite, he knew damn well why he saved him. It was the same stupid reason he preened Adams wings for him, the same reason he treats the first man’s wing rot and the exact same reason he made that deal with Adam after he fell.

He was attached.

Stupids horribly foolishly, Lucifer still cared for Adam even after everything.

By the stars he beat Adam within an inch of his life! Adam tried to kill his daughter!

But emotions were hardly logical. They weren’t logical when he fell for Lilith in the garden and taught her and Adam both The Voice, they weren’t logical when he freed Eve, and they weren’t logical now.

Lucifer cared for Adam, even if by all logic he should hate the man.

“Dad?”

Lucifer looked up to meet his daughters eyes, a small smile letting her know he was okay, “Hey there Duckie.”

Charlie’s expression softened at the nickname even if he still looked concerned, “Dad… are you sure you’re okay?”

“If I’m not now, I will be, so stop worrying about little old me Char-char,” Lucifer chuckled, “However… Adams in the graveyard if you want to talk to him, he seems like he needs some company right now.”

He made his exit quickly after that, he knew what Charlie would do, it was in her nature to help people, it was what made her so special.

But Lucifer, he helped people once, and now… he had a new person he could help again.

And he might just know where to start.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hello!!! Can i request Tom x reader argument headcannons?? I love your writing ❤️ and i leave for some good angst

(Hello! Sure, I don't think this counts as angst tho lmao. Thank you for reading and loving my writing and here ya go, enjoy!)

Tom Kaulitz Argument HC'S

Believe it or not, arguments so happen a lot in your relationship

With miscommunication, time not being spent with each other, distance, him flirting with fans in front of you

Those are the main ones but sometimes he forgets to do stuff like dates or anniversaries

It's not often that he does forget but it happens due to you guys being the first relationship and being young

Just generally trying to make a relationship between you two work

So arguments are always there

But you guys do your best to work through them

Tom yells a bit during the moment out of anger and if you yell back too it will end up in a screaming match

No way am I saying he's one of those toxic/abusive boyfriends

He wouldn't lay a hand on you, like I have seen other people say

He wouldn't do that for the life of him

If it gets to the point where the argument is really escalating he may just disengage from it and walk away

If it makes you mad he walked away, he may feel bad but he just doesn't want to argue anymore

If you yell at him, if may make him a bit sad because nobody wants to be yelled at

But being sad will soon become a bit of annoyance

He acts like he doesn't give a shit about what the argument is about

Like if you ask him about something he does, like flirting with fans, that bothers you

It turns into an argument and he turns into an asshole, really

Acts like he doesn't give a shit about your feelings

It's not the case but he doesn't know how to say that he cares so he turns just into an asshole

Will mock you a bit during arguments during the moment and it just makes everything worse

If you leave first, he may be about to go after you and if you say to leave you alone, he will hesitate before doing what you say

But if you don't say anything he will follow you but the argument just may continue

Would rather fight in private than in public to not be caught in a scandal like you guys were once

Arguments may end up on bad terms where you guys have tension and don't talk to one another

One time you guys even suggested a break due to the arguments and actually went with it

It was horrible for everyone because there was so much tension when you guys were together

So arguments may end up there sometimes but don't let it

After you guys calm down from these arguments you need to talk

Because Tom may actually just brush off the argument and act like nothing ever happened and that can piss you off

So just talk about it and straighten it out

This probably only happens when the band forces you guys too because you're so petty you won't talk unless the other does first

He'll try not to argue when you guys do talk about it

Will do his best to at least try and understand where you're coming from with how the argument started

After it is all settled, you guys need to apologize to each other

I feel like instead of saying he is sorry he would do things to show you he is

Like hugging you or having his arm around your waist or kissing you

Stuff like that to show he is sorry

All and all, arguments suck but don't let them break down your relationship

[desiredcaramellatte]

Do you think you could do some crk self aware au stuff?? The tag is painfully dead.. if not feel free to delete lmfao

That aside, during Cookie Odyssey, I was **convinced** that soulstones we're going to come into play somehow, it was like my major theory during ch.2, and nobody could convince me otherwise but it never happened. Giving the soulstones an in lore explanation would've been fricking awesome imo..

Can we get some HCs of the player (or their in game kingdom) basically having a monopoly on soulstones while the cookies are left scratching their heads as to not only how they work, but also how the reader got what is technically a part of their souls.

Write for anyone really, idm that much. I generally like the Creme Republic though-- whether reader is still behind the screen or knows the cookies are self aware is up to you really.

That would be very cool if they actually had a lore explanation :0 I thought the soul jams were soul stones first time I heard about them tbh, they just linked together in my mind, also reader is so real for trading monies for souls

I have never written self aware before so apologies if it sucks-

Anyways enough of my ranting, hcs yes

Self aware cookies & reader

(Who has a soul stone monopoly)

Gingerbrave & friends

Gingerbrave is one of the least confused cookies regarding this, to be honest. Mainly because he doesn't really care enough/doesn't notice to really question it. You gather these little trinkets that make him stronger! Cudos to you from this boy.

Wizard, on the other hand, is confused as hell of this process. Where do these stones come from? Are they truly linked to the Cookie's souls? Does that mean that they are not fully themself and/or complete until they are fully leveled, even if they only materialize with twenty of them?

Wizard just wants to know. He has asked you multiple times over, getting confused by your answers and delving in deeper whenever he can. Exactly WHERE do they come from? He's obsessed with finding out by this point.

Strawberry really doesn't mind. She's a little confused where they come from, but, like Gingerbrave, she doesn't question it too much. She does like to occasionally made theories, but she doesn't really like to share them.

If you're good friends with her she may share some of her theories with you, but none of the wild ones, and only if you ask.

Clotted Cream

WHOLE ASS ENGROSSED. He wants to know everything about the soulstones. Where do they come from? How would one even 'farm' these and how does farming a soul even work?

More specifically, he is trying to find a connection between soulstones and souljam. They do almost the same thing and have very similar names- they're both linked to the soul, and make cookies stronger.

He has spent many restless nights awake thinking about this.

Much like Wizard in that he's harassing you for answers, but he does asks questions more subtly.

Clotted Cream has flipped a few tables (with occasional assistance from Financier) before, mainly when he gets annoyed enough at not having a verifiable answer to this.

Financier

It is what it is. She accepts this. She's got dragged into the theorizing by Clotted Cream.

Chilling, mainly. She doesn't really mind not care. Likely to thank you for doing your best to collect them and to make everyone, including her, stronger.

Black Raisin

Intrigued by the sparkliness of most of these soulstones. Much like a crow, she is attracted to shiny objects. Her crow friends are too.

Black Raisin has a small hoard of soulstones that she's occasionally found, of all different sorts of cookies. The sparkler the soulstone, the likelier she and/or her crows are to snatch and hoard. If the soulstone is just a pretty rock then she'll also hoard those too.

If you really need a soulstone she will likely give one to you. How often and/or how many depends on her connection to you.

She's farming them with you by this point.

Oyster

Yoinks you.

She wants to have conversations about this. She wants to know what they are and where they come from. She will offer you tea and scones while the two of you converse.

When she first found out that her stones are Super Epic, she was very proud of herself.

Probably sends you back with some every time you come visit her.

Captain Caviar

Doesn't believe they exist. They're just rocks. Nothing more.

He will stand by his claim to the death. This WILL be the hill he died on. Captain Caviar does not believe soulstones exist.

Probably has made some propaganda about soulstones being fake. Socks, hats, jackets, you name it, he's likely made it with the words "Soulstones do not exist, numbskull" in big letter on it. Except shirts.

Pure Vanilla

Very much like Oyster. Will likely join in on your conversation time and/or will invite the two of you over for his homemade tea and treats!

Most likely to understand how Soulstones work due to him wielding Souljam, which is the most similar thing to them. Also the fact he has lived for a long time and has gathered many knowledge on the subject.

Probably has a book on the subject somewhere.

He likes to sit and watch the Ferris Wheel Landmark rotate. He likes the motion.

[theysaidhush]

Dear Christopher,

-> Pairing: Ex!Bang Chan x Reader

-> You write a letter to Chan one year after he breaks up with you, asking questions you wish you had answers to before he left.

-> heavy angst, bit of smut

I thought love was everything I needed. You said it was everything we needed. I believed it. Truly did. Because even if everyone likes you, even if I am everyone, everyone is not me. They don't get to see you when waking up, they don't get to touch your face like I wish I did, don't get to hold your hand or look into your eyes when we were dinning - that, I wish I did too. I'm just realizing that I might as well be just everyone, don't you think so too?

"I will love you, to the moon and back."

Was your trip to the moon too short that it did not last long? Was trying to reach out for the stars too tiring? It wasn't even what I asked for...

I met you on a sunny day, remember? I bet you do, because as much as I want you not to, so I can blame you, I know you do. You're just like that, so perfect that it's actually hard for me to write this letter. I want to point at your flaws and scream and screech at that blank, virgin piece of paper. But I can't. It holds too much meaning to me. I still have it. Why do I still have it? Ah, seriously...

So yeah, we met on a sunny day. I think it was holidays? At least for you. Those are rare aren't they? You were nobody, walking down the street. No holy glow, no charming or alluring walk. Just you, your cap and your way too baggy black clothes. I wasn't sucked it, did not look twice at that strange man covered like a person would if walking in Netherlands. And you came to me and told me a weird pick up line with that accent of yours that made me think about what you said twice just because I couldn't comprehend it. I wouldn't have answered if it wasn't for your giggle. You were giggling. Giggling for God's sake. What man giggles in 2022? But you sucked me in, just like that. With those charming dimples. Suddenly, the ocean wasn't enough to quench my thirst, no weight was heavy enough to hold me down and no colors was enough to paint you and picture you just like you were that day. It was so overwhelming I wish I hadn't met you, that day. I was a blushing mess (I still am when recalling that scene), my hands were sweaty and I was feeling dizzy. How dare you sounding so pretty? Because yeah, you made me realize that a sound could be pretty too. I fell in love for the first time in my life. I fell when I met you.

We met later. You were late. I did not think much about it. I am not one to care for those kind of things. Still am. How could I known it was a telltale sign? How would I known? You asked me questions about myself. You were the first to actually make me feel like an interesting person. Is it fool? I don't know. But I loved telling you about my life. You always hear, you always listen. I love that about you. I could have told you about how I saw an ant carrying another ant, how funny I thought it was, and you could have laughed like you were here to witness it, like it was actually funny. I could have told you about this really sad movie that I watched a few days prior and you could have scrunched your face and furrow your eyebrows as if you were trying not to cry. I could have told you about that stain on my table that I just can't clean and your fingers would have itched to do it for me. I fell in love a second time. I fell when I got to know you.

And then you left. I appreciated spending time with you. I appreciated the way you asked me if you could hold my hand. Just by that I could tell that your mother was a lovely and respectable person. I appreciated the way you were always trying to find something to do. I did not care about that suffocating thing covering half your face.

"I wanna see you do plenty of things so that I can know what you like and what you doesn't. I wanna get to know you when you are surprised, sad, happy, delighted. I wanna fell in love with every facet of your personality." you said. Was what you found not attractive enough? Was it not enough to keep you entertained, Chan?

Then you told me you had to leave. I hoped it wasn't just a summer fling. But you asked for my number, and we talked even after you left. Even in my sleep I was thrilled about waking up and reading your text in the morning, can you believe that? Who gave you the right to take my heart hostage and to care for it? Your texts were sweet, your voice in our weekly phone calls sweeter. And those pictures of landscapes even more. Got me thinking about how I wanted to be by your side. How I wanted to watch this sunset with you, how I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you until I can't breathe.

We never kissed. I regret that. I despise that. But maybe it is because we weren't meant to. And yet, in the darkest of night I was thinking about how I wanted to be next to you. How I wanted some warmth, some love. How I wanted to trace your body with my tongue. How I wanted to hold your hands while I'm making love to you. For the first time in my life I was horny. I wanted you to fill me up, to caress and to touch. I wanted to feel your fingertips on my body, to feel you fingers in my private part, to hear your whispers in my ears as you are delicately rocking my body. For the first time in my life I was a stranger in my own body. Touching and trying to please myself just like you would do if you were there. How funny, I'm sounding like a perv.

But you slowly started to disappear. Photos getting blurry. Texts getting shorter. Phone calls getting rare. Affection being yearned for.

And then you told me that you could no longer be with me. And that's when I fell in love for the third time. I fell because I realized how our one year relationship meant to me. You took everything with you. After that, the sun rays were burning flames, the smell of coffee was suffocating, the laughs of people was defeating, my thoughts were deadly.

You got me thinking about me. About I could would have be if I never met you. A happier version of myself. Confident and proud. But instead, you got me thinking about what was wrong about me. Was I not enough? Were my quirks and habits too weird? Was my voice and my laugh repulsing? Was my body disgusting? You got me dreading looking at my reflection, you got me dreading meeting new people. What if they didn't like me? What if I was not interesting enough? What if I was too loud? too obnoxious? too silent? too shy? too quiet? to weird? too ugly? too clingy? too distant? too mean? too nice? What if I was me? What if they didn't like me?

And I hate myself for saying this, because this is not all your fault. I was insecure before meeting you. But you gave me a taste of self-confidence, and it was like drug, addicting. But it was a you thing. The way you made me feel like we were on top of the world. You took it with you. I don't know how to go back to my old self.

I hope that one day I will heal feel again. But for the moment I will try.

It's been a year now. I still love you. I'll never love someone like I loved you. But you'll never love me like you love music. And I respect that. I only found out a few months after our break up that you were a world wide star. Mask and cap be damned, your voice is one that I can't forget. I think I understand now. Why you left. And again, I respect that.

I love you. We could have talked about it

I love you. If only you had told me

I love you. I'm sorry you didn't feel loved enough to tell me about your job

I love you, I wish you just told me why you left

I'm sorry. I should have try harder.

But maybe I was just that. Maybe I was just everybody. I'll try to forget because I genuinely wants to see you happy. Maybe one day I'll thank you for helping me growing up as a person. Maybe one day I'll tell about my first love to my friends. Maybe one day I'll write you another letter and write:

"And one day, your name didn't make me smile anymore."

To Bang Christopher Chan

From A Baby-Stray Stay

[todoshotoroki]

𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓈

Warnings: Smut, f receiving oral, heavy begging, heavy praise, virgin f reader x virgin Todoroki 〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1.9k

   It simply was not enough.

    What started out as an innocent movie night in your best friend’s dorm room, somehow managed to morph into you lying on your back against some of the softest satin pillows and fluffiest blankets you've ever felt, and were sure to have cost him thousands. While his bed was very nice, you don’t think you’ll ever feel anything softer than Shoto Todoroki’s tufts of silky red and white hair on your thighs, drawing your attention back down between them.

   “Are you spacing out on me again, Y/n?” Shoto’s voice was even softer than his hair, if that was even possible. 

   It made your legs begin to shake with the way he nuzzled his cheek against your inner thigh like a damn cat, his hot breath fanning over your panties, the only thing between his mouth and your sweet spot. His palms were sweaty as they gripped your legs, one of the only indicators of how incredibly nervous he actually was. 

  Besides the hot air panting across your clit, of course.

   “I've never done this before, but I promise I can make you feel good, is that it?..You can trust me, Y/n”

   The bed creaked as Todoroki adjusted his position, angling his hips just so slightly so that they could subtly press evenly against the mattress beneath him. Of course he could make you feel so fucking good, with how much he has thought about this exact thing, nobody has fantasized about this as much as he has. He's practically been preparing for the moment the two of you would finally get this close.

   “Or.. or maybe I'm distracting you..” 

   The gentle hmm vibrating against your skin brought your attention forward, back to the bi-colored eyes glinting up at you. “Or is it that I make you nervous when I'm this close?” His lips quirked up in a silent chuckle, his arms snaking around each of your legs, and slowly hiking them higher up his shoulders until your knees touched around his neck, completely trapping him.

   “What if I kept getting closer? Hmm?"  You could feel it, you could feel the way his breath got heavier in the past few moments.

   He was practically drooling, panting against you for air at this point.

   “Shoto-” His eyes snapped back up at the sound of his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

   “Yes?” He replied, ready to hand over everything he’s ever had.

   Todoroki never found it difficult to contain himself. He had done it for years, resisting the deadly temptation that was just simply you. He couldn’t, not anymore, not while he was here, “trapped” between your soft legs. “Did you want to say something? princess?” He whispered, licking his lips as his nose began nuzzling softly against your clit. His eyes closed once again in the process, basking in your warmth.

   Well, you were going to speak, but words were nowhere to be found as your jaw fell slack in surprise when Shoto began to flatten his tongue along your underwear, licking a long wet, sloppy stripe all the way to your clit, right where he latched his mouth and began sucking. 

   The sudden yelp you let out, and the way your legs instantly caged themselves around his head was dreamlike. It was as if it was instinct for you to use him to ground yourself. He had never felt so depended on before, especially sexually, and when it was by you? Dear god.

   Todoroki huffed, unknowingly letting out a groan that vibrated between your thighs, only adding to the stimulation as he spent the next few moments lapping his tongue around to draw even more of those beautiful sounds from your lips. His blue eye peaked open to watch you through a hooded haze. 

   In the coming moments, Shoto made the calculated decision to simply burn the fabric of your panties away. They were so cute, really. But they were the only thing keeping him from really tasting you. “Gonna take care of you, make you feel so good” The subtle burning smell was gone quickly, and replaced by the sudden draft of cold air that told you, you were now naked in front of your best friend. “Aren’t you so glad we get to do this together?”

   You could feel the growing, smirkish smile against your lower lips, unable to respond as his tongue slowly parted them. The groan he let out was animalistic, his fingernails suddenly digging into your thighs, a bit painfully.

   Todoroki tried his best to lighten his grip as he felt your hands clench around his wrist. He was well aware of his inability to hold back when it came to you, but he would keep those feelings at bay if that's what you had wanted. He would save them for another time. 

   “J-Jesus Y/n” He practically whimpered at your taste.

   “I get this all to myself? Before anybody else?”

   Of course, it would be a miracle for anybody else to get this far, they wouldn't need too now with him involved. And Shoto would prove that to you tonight. Now that he finally had the chance too.

   “Y-yes just- fuck, stop teasing me, please!”

   Awe. He almost wanted to. Your little cursing at him was just so cute.

   But no. Instead, you received a pinch to the hip, causing your body to twitch out of place with another small noise.

   “(Name)”

   Startled, you nervously peaked downwards. Mismatched eyes eating away at you.

   Finally, you noticed truly the messed up state he was in. The intense blush, the sweat, his chest panting rapidly, the angst behind his orbs.

   “Please don’t- don't do this with anybody else, okay? Just me?”

   Shakily, he let his tongue finally indulge in your taste by completely trailing it in a warm circle around your clit as he awaited your body’s response. Todoroki’s eyes followed the way your eyebrows creased, and your fingers twitched against his shoulders, completely enamored by the sight of you laid out before him. “Yes, yes just you, Shoto”

   Fuck. Your voice was just so soft, exactly like the walls of your insides. 

   It didn’t matter that his cock was straining painfully in his boxers. The only thing relevant right now was the admittance that you were now finally his. He didn’t need to grind against the mattress when your taste alone seemed to have him in a trance.

   Shoto wouldn’t say he knew exactly what to do, but being able to already read your body language made it amazingly easy for his tongue to smooth out against your clit, before digging back deep inside of you once again. The way your back arched into his tongue, and your moans seemed to become silent for just a moment, despite the look of euphoria on your face was all he needed to know.

  His own eyebrows creased in pleasure, almost mocking the feeling you were receiving without any stimulation to his own cock. “Y-you taste so.. So good mhhfp-”

   His tongue worked fluidly against you, as if it wouldn’t be believable that he hadn’t ever practiced this on anyone else beforehand. “I-I've waited so long for this, hngg.. So long princess, s-so, so glad you’ll be my first, I'll be yours”  Shoto’s moans and whines almost seemed to overpower yours, as if he had been the one being brought closer and closer to bliss. 

   The way his tongue worked its way inside of you really was incredible, and the man between your legs whimpering and withering in just as much pleasure as you were, was almost too much to handle for your first experience. You had seen this man take down hundreds of criminals with the tip of his fingertips, the same ones that kept your hips pressed flat into the mattress.

   The warmest one even starting to creep between your legs to rub fluidly at your clit.

   “I want you so badly Y/n, I want all of my firsts with you, always just wanted you”

   He watched as you swallowed thickly, writhing under his touch and on his bed as the growing tension, physically and emotionally, began to grow overwhelming. “Are you going to cum, baby? Please, please cum?” 

   Shit. He was asking nicely. Wouldn’t you be so kind?

   Todoroki’s begging was simply too much, and now with his heated fingers pumping consistently inside you so that way he could pleasure you, and tell you how much he wanted you? Unbelievable.

   “”M gonna cum, Sho, please ‘m gonna cum, Shoto-”

Fuck.

Fuck. 

Fuck, it was too much. You were too much for him. 

   Your squirming, your taste, the noises you made. Everything drew him to the edge, the nights he spent tugging at his own cock in hopes to last longer, to endure more for you, were spent in vain as his own cock twitched and spasmed against his already soaked boxers, filling them with his own cum as he tasted yours.

   “Ohfuck, ohgod, princess, love you so much- just love you..”

   As he spent his last few moments twitching and panting beneath you, Todoroki managed to unhook your now tired legs from his shoulder. He propped himself up on shaky arms, slowly crawling up your body as he stared into your hazy eyes, keeping you caged underneath him as he prowled over your body. 

   His gaze was intense, and dark, and so incredibly full of lust. It made you want to turn away and bite your fingernails, but instead you were frozen. “Do you love me too, Y/n?”

   You found the words croaking in your throat, strained from moaning just 45 seconds ago. He was moving so fast. “I do! I-i love you, Shoto”

   His shoulders sagged in relief as he finally reached up your body far enough to hover over you, leaning forward to ghost his loving smile over your lips. “So beautiful, gonna make me the only one you ever think about”

   You're not sure when he reached between the two of you, but as he pulled one of his legs from his boxers, taking them off just for them to hang carelessly from his opposite foot, it was clear of the mess he had actually made of himself. As if his spit and your cum wasn't lubricant enough, his thick, messy cum would have to suffice also. 

   Todoroki felt a shudder run up his spine as the head of his cock caught against your clit as he parted your lips, but not once did he break eye contact. He couldn’t miss a single beat of your facial expressions, and the deep grounding of forcing you not to shy away from him. “Ready, pretty girl?”

   With a shy smile and a small nod, Shoto pressed his lips to yours, locking them as his cock began to push into your entrance, and into your velvety insides. “Shit, soft- so soft baby girl”

   He couldn’t help it, the muttering praises were flying past his lips like a leaking pipe as he felt you totally surround him for the first time. “Can’t see m’self with anybody else- need you, please”

   And as his hips began to uncontrollably rock into yours, it was as if instinct had taken over when his tongue smeared across your cheek. So wet, and messy, and sloppy. Who knew Shoto Todoroki was so dirty? Apparently not even his best friend did. 

   “We should just get married- Fuck, Y/n- Marry me, please- oh god”

How was your innocent, inexperienced Shoto so incredibly skilled at you?

   Probably because he had waited his entire life.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 “𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒾? “

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[mellon1998]

On the subject of Kipperlilly Copperkettle...

It's okay if you like her, it's okay if you want her to be redeemed. It's okay to wish she had been revived and redeemed and grown as a character. Some of you may relate to her, may know people who were once like her, and it can be daunting to see yourself in a character and see them not get the chance to grow. After all, you got that chance, people you know like her got that chance. We all look back on parts of ourselves we've moved past (maybe even are still working on) and are glad to be past them. We're glad people loved us through those parts of ourselves.

I need you all to understand something though: You chose to change. People like Kipperlilly cannot grow or change until they choose to. Kipperlilly doesn't want to change, she does not recognize the flaws in herself. She may be aware of her anger issues, but she doesn't see her want for power as wrong. She doesn't see her desire for recognition she didn't earn as wrong. She doesn't see the issues of romanticizing trauma and hating people you don't even know and who have done nothing to you. She doesn't see a need to change her ways. Unless and until she does she will not change, no matter what anyone else may do or say.

More than anything, we see this in the fact that she chose Porter. We don't know the series of events that took place, but Brennan made it very clear that she chose him of her own freewill. She chose his side, she chose to force her decision on her party, she chose to kill Lucy and Buddy, she chose to end the world to gain power. She chose to end the world to get revenge on people who, at that point, had never even spoken to her. Up until the final fight, the worst thing they ever did to Kipperlilly was trade quips and call her four dogs.

The truly sad part? She probably never will. I've known many people like Kipperlilly who still, after years and years, refuse to recognize their own flaws. Refuse to seek help. They are given chance after chance, people choosing every single day to love them through their flaws, and they refuse to change.

Kipperlilly is addicted to power, we see this in so many ways. We see this in how she so very clearly tried her utmost to be the leader of the High 5 Heroes seemingly unprompted, as evidenced by 3 (maybe 4) of the other 5 not liking her. People don't tend to be chill about someone forcing their way into the position of leader. Especially in small groups. We see this in how she saw grinding would, at least in the early days, be more efficient for leveling than adventuring. She wanted the power, not the skills and experience. We see this in her bid for class president. She questioned if Kristen actually had any interest in improving the school, if Kristen cared. Did you care about the students or making the school better, Kipperlilly? We saw no evidence of that. The only things she wanted to do was make things better and easier specifically for herself.

It sucks. She is a kid, she isn't pure evil. Even in the world of dnd with devils and demons, nobody is pure evil. She could be more, she could grow as a person. She could use her eye for efficiency but learn to also take the necessity of practical application into account to help her party improve. She could use her abilities to hide and blend in to potentially do really good work to make the world better. She could have been more, but she didn't want to. It's unfortunate, but it's true. She didn't want to change.

Yes, she did go to therapy with Jawbone, but we don't know why. We know it was for anger issues, but we don't know that it was her choice to go. Her parents or the school could have forced her to. Even then, based on the notes, it doesn't sound like she was really interested in using therapy to help her grow as a person. She just used it to vent, which can be a part of therapy but it's not everything.

At the end of the day, she made her choices. None of which were to grow as a person.

[pluckyredhead]

Character Profile: Rose Wilson (Ravager)

By popular demand, the next member of the Lost Titans: Rose Wilson!

Rose was introduced in Deathstroke the Terminator #15 in 1992. She is the daughter of Slade Wilson, a.k.a. Deathstroke the Terminator, and at the risk of rehashing stuff everyone knows, I have to give you the basics on Slade, too.

Slade Wilson was a soldier (originally in Vietnam, though that's obviously been updated since) who was so good at soldiering that the army gave him a super soldier serum that made him faster and stronger than any normal human. After leaving the military, he became an assassin - unbeknownst to his wife, Adeline, and their young sons Grant and Joey. When Slade's secret assassin-ing and ego caused Joey's throat to be slit, rendering him mute for life, Adeline left him.

The Wilson family first crossed paths with the New Teen Titans years later when Grant became the supervillain Ravager. When Grant's own janky powers got him killed, Slade decided this was the Titans' fault somehow and vowed revenge. This involved sleeping with a fifteen-year-old girl for some reason. Slade is a terrible person.

Meanwhile, Joey grew up to become the superhero Jericho, and became a long-standing member of the Titans. However, he got possessed by like a thousand ghosts at once, like you do, and went crazy and evil, and Slade had to kill him for his own good.

By this point, Slade had become such a popular character that he'd shifted from villain to antihero. (Never mind all the attempted child murder and statutory rape.) It was in this context, fresh after Joey's death, that Rose was introduced.

Rose is the daughter of a woman named Lillian Worth, a.k.a. Sweet Lili, a Cambodian woman who Slade once helped escape from the Khmer Rouge. Lili set up a high-end brothel in the States, and she and Slade became essentially fuckbuddies (this was after Slade's divorce), which eventually led to Rose. Lili didn't tell Slade about Rose because of his...everything, and Rose had a happy childhood, growing up with the other sex workers' kids in the brothel.

Unfortunately, Slade's enemies eventually came for Rose. Specifically, Slade's evil, shitty half-brother Wade LaFarge. (If you're thinking "Wait...Slade Wilson has a brother named Wade?" then yes, Deadpool was in fact Rob Liefeld shamelessly ripping off Deathstroke. Liefeld's collaborate Fabian Nicieza named him Wade to acknowledge this, and joked that he was Slade's brother. So Marv Wolfman gave Slade an actual brother named Wade, who sucks so bad and who nobody likes. I don't think Marv was happy about Deadpool.)

Anyway, Wade became the fourth Ravager (don't worry about the second or third, they don't matter) and kidnapped Rose. Slade...basically decided not to try to rescue her because he was busy, leaving the job to Lili and his best friend Wintergreen. Rose, who had been trained in martial arts by her mother, managed to partially escape on her own...at which point Lili showed up and tried to kill Wade by hitting him with her car...and driving them both off a cliff. This is usually described as Wade killing Lili, which...okay. (She died, but he secretly survived, because of course he did.)

Slade refused to take any responsibility for Rose, afraid of putting her in even more danger, so this extremely traumatized tween was placed in the care of the Titans, who at this point were led by Roy Harper. She was still a civilian at this point, although she did spar with the team, and she also showed she was not to be fucked with when women and children were in danger:

This is when Rose's powers first manifested: she has precognitive abilities, which originally involved lengthy visions of the distant future but quickly became flashes of what is about to happen, which makes her particularly good in a fight because she can predict what her opponent will do.

Also! During this period she became friends with Grant and also developed a brief but adorable crush on Kyle Rayner, while Bart Allen developed a brief but adorable crush on her. Babies!

She later shows up in the 1999 Titans series, considerably older (I'm assuming she's at least 18 here), when Roy hires her to be Lian's nanny, a job she takes very seriously:

But then the 1999 series was canceled. Then the 2003 Teen Titans series began, and very quickly it was revealed that Joey Wilson was alive, that he had been possessing his father, and that that was the reason for Slade's turn as an antihero, not any actual desire on Slade's part to be good. A newly freed Slade decides he wants a do-over with one of his kids.

Meanwhile, Rose has been placed with a foster family, because I guess she's somehow underage again? But said family is then murdered by Wade LaFarge - remember him? - who then kidnaps Rose. Who is rescued by Slade:

Rose, at Slade's encouragement, kills Wade and becomes the new Ravager. It's later revealed (to the reader, not to Rose) that Slade anonymously hired Wade to kill Rose's family because he wanted exactly this setup: for Rose to become completely emotionally dependent on and devoted to him.

Rose spends the next few years by her father's side, attacking the Titans and saying "Yes, daddy" in a sexy baby voice a lot. It's...tiresome. She's so determined to prove her loyalty that she even stabs her own left eye out, because we're in the mid-2000s now and it's peak edgelord time, baby! It's later explained that she's behaving like this because Slade drugged her with the same super soldier serum that gave him his powers (???), so Rose is now also extra strong, fast, etc.

Slade blackmails Dick (in his "villain" era) into briefly training Rose, and I have to include this panel because it kills me every time:

She's trying to be mean and scary but she loves the Harpers so much. I'm cry.

Anyway, Slade has only involved Dick as part of a convoluted plot to kill Superman by putting kryptonite in Rose's empty eye socket (sure), and when Dick reveals that kryptonite causes cancer in humans and that Slade knew that perfectly well and just didn't give a shit about Rose, Rose decides to go back to the side of good and join the Teen Titans properly.

It...does not go smoothly. Cassie hates and distrusts Rose and makes that very clear, and Rose responds by being as obnoxious and antisocial as possible, constantly accusing the other Titans of not trusting her, and basically causing problems on purpose. Like slipping naked into Tim's bed to surprise him problems:

I want to be clear that the writing here is absolutely abysmal. Johns and later writers (and artists) were trying to make Rose sexy sexy jailbait and also going for some kind of reductive Madonna/whore dichotomy with her and Cassie, and it's all very sexist and boring. But if you look past the, uh, actual comics, I do think that a lot of Rose's characterization here makes sense. She's a very traumatized teenager who expects people to dislike her, so she ensures that they dislike her to maintain control of the situation. She sees sex very much as something transactional and rooted in power exchange - which makes a lot of sense, since she was raised in a brothel! Plus she likes starting shit for fun. The comics are bad, but the idea of Rose is so, so good.

Another thing that is good in concept but shitty in execution: Rose/Eddie. As I mentioned in my Eddie profile, Eddie is utterly smitten with Rose pretty much immediately and he is both not at all subtle about it but also not at all a Nice Guy - his feelings are his to deal with and he never puts them on her to manage for him. Rose, for her part, doesn't seem to know how to handle just...a sweet boy who adores her, and so she alternates between flirting with him, being extremely mean to him, and being fiercely protective of him.

That last comes into play when Eddie is abducted by a villain team called (sigh) the Terror Titans. Rose fights her way through a gauntlet of them to rescue him, which is SO DAMN ROMANTIC even if the comic looks like shit. But she's so ruthless about it that Cassie and Tim discuss kicking her off the team, which she overhears - so she defects to the Terror Titans. Her plan is to go in undercover and take them down, but during the storyline she starts to wonder if maybe this isn't where she belongs after all.

Rose. Honey. Baby girl. The Terror Titans are led by the fucking Clock King, a loser in clock glasses who likes to sleep with teenage girls and is making other teenage superheroes fight each other to death in a ring. No, this is not where you belong.

(During this period Rose also becomes addicted to huffing adrenalin. I truly do not know how I made it through the late 2000s, y'all. The comics were abysmal.)

Somewhere in there Joey Wilson comes back as a hero, and he and Rose quickly bond, which is as touching as it is heartbreaking. But Joey is still deeply unwell, and despite Rose's best efforts, he goes villain again, and she has to help the Titans take him down. After butting heads with Cassie again, Rose decides to leave the Titans, again. She tries to convince a depowered Eddie to come with her, but he declines. She then stars in her own backup feature where she travels to a remote Canadian village and saves a bunch of women and children from trafficking; while she's gone, Eddie is killed. Rose then returns to the Teen Titans for the fifth time and remains on the team until Flashpoint.

New 52 Rose is...honestly I'm not even going to try to explain her, because most of it is just incomprehensible nonsense. She shows up as a supporting character (with two eyes) in Superboy and The Ravagers, but it really feels like Lobdell just used the character name (and a worse design, which is saying something) for an OC. She's basically hired muscle for an evil lab, and there's no mention of Deathstroke for ages.

Eventually over in Deathstroke's book, it's revealed that Rose's mother is Adeline in this universe, not Lili, which means that Rose has been completely whitewashed. Of course most art of her has always depicted her as white, but this erased any possibility of her being biracial. The Wilson family's New 52 adventures culminate in Slade killing both Grant and Joey by sticking a sword through their heads (?) while Rose watches in horror, which is so awful as to be actively hilarious.

Also the New 52 is of course where we got the first hint of a Jason/Rose relationship, when she appears in Red Hood and the Outlaws as his ex. This has nothing to do with any of her other completely contradictory appearances during this era. The New 52 was a goddamn mess.

Rebirth erased all of that mishegas, thankfully. Rose is once again Lili's daughter, and Lili is specified to be Hmong, meaning Rose is too. In a change from the pre-Flashpoint continuity, Rose was conceived while Slade and Addie were still married, meaning Slade was cheating on Addie with Lili. In fact, Slade was out of town saving Rose's life when Joey's throat was slit, so Addie viscerally hates Rose even though obviously none of that was Rose's fault. Despite this, Rose and Joey are quite close and love each other fiercely, which is nice, even if the astonishing toxicity of the Wilson family means they can't really do anything in a healthy or functional way, including love.

Here's an example of what I mean: during this period, Rose became possessed by an ancient Vietnamese warrior princess who occasionally took over her body. During one of those times, she killed Joey's fiancee (who was also sleeping with Slade) (and who Joey was cheating on with Slade's friend, a man at least twice his age). Joey forgave her. So that's...nice? I guess?

Both of you need so much therapy and also to go no contact with your father.

As of Infinite Frontier, Rose's original history seems to be pretty much intact, except that she has two eyes. (Her missing eye was restored by the New 52, although she was wearing an eyepatch in Death Metal. Maybe just for fun?)

She next appeared in Robin, hanging out on Lazarus Island with Damian, partially to keep an eye on him but mostly because she was trying to figure out what the deal was with one of the other competitors in the assassin tournament, a kid named Respawn. Eventually Respawn was revealed to be a clone of Talia and Slade, so basically Rose's younger half brother. Rose tried to take him under her wing, but she made the mistake of introducing him to Slade, who was like "Yes! A third chance to have a son and not fuck it all up entirely!" Rose was like "Hey maybe don't hang out with Slade" and Respawn was like "No this seems fine" and then Respawn was almost instantly murdered. So. That was a bummer.

Should've listened, Grant 2.0.

These days, Rose is a member of the clandestine team Stormwatch for some reason, and is appearing with them in Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

Rose is one of those characters who is a fan favorite of gross dudes and so a lot of the writing (and art, oh god the art) around her has been truly abysmal. But she's so popular that every so often she's in something really solid, and even when the comics are bad, she somehow shines as a really fascinating, heartbreaking, lovable character. Maybe someday we'll get a really good Ravager and Jericho miniseries, that would be nice. In the meantime, there's always twelve thousand shitty issues of Teen Titans!

[zqteez]

the dare | woohwa x reader

summary: you go hanging out with your friends and you guys okay some games. the game truth or dare comes up but its explicit ver. you get picked with woohwa and some stuff goes on

wc: 1.9k (my longest so far 💀)

genre: smut, light fluff

warnings: harddom!hwa , softdom!woo , sub!reader (not poly), light choking, finger sucking, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (booo, dont do that, btw reader is on birth control), praising, nicknames (princess, doll, reader is called a whore and a slut once), begging, theres some aftercare at the end! (lmk if i missed anything!)

your invited to seonghwa’s party and all of his and your friends are there having the time of your guy’s life. you haven’t had fun in a while so it was better for you just to get out the house and hang around. you finally get there and say hello to everyone and so on. you finally see seonghwa for the first time tonight, you arent that close with him where you both knew everything about each other but you guys were close enough that he could invite you to his party and to have some fun.

“hey hwa!” you scream from across the room so you made sure he could hear you. “oh, hey y/n!” he walks over to you hugging you. “look, you remember wooyoung?” this was the first time you also saw wooyoung tonight. “yeah of course! hey!” you hug while he hugs you back. “you guys wanna play a game with my other friends?” seonghwa asks you both. “uhm, sure of course.” you agree, woo also agrees. wooyoung was always soft with you, he always made sure you were okay. “you sure you wanna come with me and hwa?” he asks in his soft tone. “yeah.” you reply. you were planning to do something else but you decided to go with them.

you, wooyoung and seonghwa sit at the table with seonghwa and wooyoung’s other friends. “hey guys, meet y/n!” wooyoung tells them. they all say hi back. “hey y/n, i’m hongjoong! these are our friends yunho, yeosang, san, mingi and jongho.” pointing while he introduces their names. “nice dress y/n..” mingi mumbles as you sit down next to wooyoung. “don’t be a fucking perv mingi.” wooyoung mumbled back slightly pushing him on his shoulder.

you guys start playing uno, never have i ever and a few other games. it’s getting later at night the party started at 9 and now its 11pm, you’re still enjoying the night though. you guys start to play a few rounds of truth or dare and now its your turn. “y/n, truth or dare.” san asks you. “hmm…dare” you reply with a smirk on your face. “ohh, good choice.. i dare you to..” he’s smirking on your face and your getting scared, obviously not in a actual dangered way but you know.

“i dare you to.. do something sexual with anyone in this area and you have to choice.” your heart drops to a stomach as he says that with his devious smirk on his face. “yo, are you for real?” hongjoong asks in his ear but you can hear. “yeah dude.” your still in shock in silence as you had heard what he had said. “uh..” your words get cut off by wooyoung whispering in your ear, “look you don’t have to if you dont want to.” he always cared for you. all these words stuck in your head and you just blurt out words from your mouth, “i’ll choose seonghwa and wooyoung.” seonghwa and wooyoung both turn their heads so fast towards you. you don’t even know what you said. “are you sure y/n?” seonghwa asks still in shock. “yeah, yeah.” you assure him. “you hit her up with that one san she’s in for it.” jongho mumbles but you still hear everything. “where are you guys gonna go?” mingi asks wishing it was him. “uh..closet..?” you mumble so you don’t feel embarrassed. wooyoung and seonghwa agrees and follow you.

you, woo and hwa follow you into the closet, locking the closet door and making sure nobody heard you or them. “you sure you wanna do this?” seonghwa asks reassuring you again. “yes.” wooyoung is off to the side not really knowing what to do but still confused on what he got into you. its silent but you decide to break the silence by saying, “you guys can do whatever you want to me. touch me do whatever you want i dont care.” that make seonghwa flinch and walk up to you and start making out with you infront of wooyoung and pinning you against the closet wall. it was messy but not rushed and kinda forced.

you let his tounge slip into your mouth and you make a small moan. he starts rubbing his hands against your waist and hips making you wet and moan in his mouth again. he starts to undress you while wooyoung and seonghwa also start to undress themselves. “would you ever think that your best friends would be doing sexual things with me?” seonghwa asks in the kiss you guys are still having. you catch your breath and say “no, maybe thought about it once, but no” you giggle and start getting back to making out with him. as you both end the kiss he starts to slide your underwear down your legs. wooyoung still staring at you and seonghwa still not knowing what to do.

seonghwa slides down a hand down your legs caressing your inner thighs and kissing your neck at the same time. your starting to feel overwhelmed but not that much so far due to all the pleasure you have going on. seonghwa then stops kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your clit. you need him. you never knew you needed him this badly though.

“hwa..i need you..” you say breathy. “i know you do baby” him replying back with a middle finger already in you and you let out a soft moan. you want something to grab onto and not just the old pillows that were in the closet on the floor supporting you. as your still being supported by old pillows on the floor and some around you, wooyoung goes and lays behind your back and head to make sure your okay. “it’ll be alright, just yell stop if you wanna stop” he whispers in your ear without seonghwa noticing and you replying with a moan. “you take me so well darling.” seonghwa mumbles under his breath inserting another finger in leaving you to moan even louder than last.

your legs start to shake around his head and on wooyoung’s body in pleasure, every time he curled his fingers in your g-spot you would either whine or whimper due to pleasure you haven’t had in so long. “s-so good..” you whine making seonghwa chuckle at you. “look at you.. your such a whore for us..” he starts to rub your sensitive bud faster making you moan and whimper. wooyoung’s still on the other hand wants to make sure your okay. “tap on my thigh if your not okay..” with him saying that seonghwa looks up at him and says “don’t be all gentle with her, atleast try to be rough with her after all she’s just a slut for us right?” you reply in a whine. “don’t do that hwa.” wooyoung still wanting to make sure your okay but seonghwa rolls his eyes at him.

“h-hwa… m’ gonna..” you say but right before you can he takes his fingers out of you, making you sigh and breathe heavily. wooyoung rubbing on your head and kissing your forehead. he made you feel better when all of a sudden you see seonghwa unbuckle his pants and he whips out his cock. he slides his fingers he had just had in you a few minutes ago into your mouth and says “suck.” you suck off your essence like its the last meal you had.

when you start sucking on his fingers, he slides in his cock without a warning between your folds making you moan so loud he wanted to keep you quiet just for a second so his one free hand that was holding your waist went straight for your neck choking you lightly also with his fingers still in your mouth, he wasn’t trying to make you choke choke you know but he eventually shut you up. he loved your noises but be just needed you to shut up and look pretty while being choked for a good few seconds. he starts thrusting faster and wooyoung tries to keep you in place still behind you “remember.. tap my thigh..” he assures you making you squeal in response.

you manage to get out a breathy “please..h-hwa..m gonna.. fuck-“ “cmon love, cum all over my dick. i’ll cum with you.. shiiit” his groaning and you moaning all comes to a hult when your letting all of your fluids spill on his cock still thrusting into you, without warning he still thrusts into you hitting your g-spot making. you shake uncontrollably. “don’t move. wooyoung hold her down.” seonghwa orders. “do i have to.?”

“yes, now hold her down.” he orders again. wooyoung didnt wanna hurt you knowing that your pleasure is gonna come to an end soon but listening to his hyung he hold your legs down. “you have to listen to hwa okay?” you nod. at this point it was round three, you and seonghwa are still cumming on each other and afterward give each other a loud sigh. wooyoung didn’t do anything but he wanted to do something but kept it to himself only because he didn’t wanna ruin your time.

- time skip: 10 minutes later -

he continues to kiss you on your temple forehead and cheeks to make sure your okay. seonghwa is now on the other side of the room just on his phone still acting like he didnt just give you three orgasms and intensely fuck you. the party at this point was over. the rest of wooyoung and seonghwa’s friends left and forgot about you both because they got drunk.

“y/n… earth to y/n.. you okay?” wooyoung asks you with his kind tone. he was never mean or rude or rough or anything like that to you. you were half asleep tired and still breathing heavy and fast on his chest. you manage to whine a tiny bit in response that you were okay. he knew what that meant. “want water..?” he asks, you shake your head no. he hugs you and you fall asleep in his arms on his chest, seonghwa is also knocked out you both didn’t say a word afterward.

— time skip: 20 minutes later —

seonghwa wakes up randomly noticing its 1am and he walks over to wooyoung and you trying to wake you both up so you both can go home. “woo, wake up, we gotta go..” seonghwa whispers. wooyoung wakes up mid sentence but your still knocked out on his lap and arms. wooyoung cant get up. “how do i g-get up..?” wooyoung asks still in his tired voice. “i’ll carry her in the car and into her apartment.” they both agree and lightly picking you up into the car bridal style and driving you home. once your in your apartment, seonghwa lays you down on your bed covering you up with blankets. he smiles at you in your bed looking how beautiful you look. he sits near you quietly trying not to wake you up by whispering “hey.. i dont know if you can hear me. probably not but you did so well today. i hope you know that love. have a nice sleep darling.” he kisses your cheek quietly and quickly exiting your room and apartment.

as seonghwa gets in the car with wooyoung driving back to their house because they live together wooyoung asks him “how’s she doing?” the silence was awkward but seonghwa breaks it by saying “she’s perfectly fine.” he smiles and wooyoung and wooyoung smiles back finally now driving back to their house and pulling out of the parking lot.

[axel-skz]

Though I reach out my hand, there’s nobody to hold it.

Part 1

A/N: I will not lie, I cried writing this. All up in my feels and whatever. Anywho, you will hate me now… for hurting you with how this ends… and I would apologise but I’m not sorry 😆 not everything gets better, not everything ends well. Some people are genuinely temporary. Enjoy them while they last but don’t hold onto them because they will leave. One way or another. Now, song roulette time, we got sunshine. I can’t say I have listened to it much but I googled the lyric translation and bro, thats so cute 😭.

Chan messed up too much… what happens now?

You and chan had been living separately for a while. It had been so long since you talked to each oher. Chan tried calling a couple times but even he knew there was no way of redeeming himself. There wasn’t really much to say now. The trust was gone.

The other guys seemed to find out very soon that you guys had a fight because it only took 2 days for them to start spamming you with apologies.

You couldn’t describe the amount of pain you were in. Not only to find out what chan had actually thought of you all this time… but the boys too?

They had warned him of you? How the hell were you supposed to come back from that? What was so bad about you that they all had wanted you gone so bad? That they needed to pass out warnings?

Now they were apologising. Whats the point of apologising now? What could they even say? ‘Sorry, you suck and we noticed’ or ‘we want the best for chan and… you arent even close.’

You had tried your best with them. You cared for them so much and to your face, they had been caring too. There were times where you felt you had no one but them. They were so important to you. It ripped everything in you to shreds even thinking about how wrong you were.

You couldn’t afford to take time off work, you had used your savings to get a new apartment. It was a miserable existence. Every day blurred together and any time you were home, you wouldn’t leave your bed. Any holidays or days off were spent getting all the tears out so that when you did re-enter civilisation the next day, you wouldn’t fall apart.

Days passed, then weeks, then months… you slowly got better, life started to move again. Little things made you happy again… but for a little while, smiling about those little things made you cry. He would call you immature in your head. Again and again until you could hear ringing in your ears and the tears wouldn’t stop.

You had very little confidence in yourself growing up. It was a hard thing to have and you had been doing so great. Self love. What a freeing concept?

It was all gone for a while. Not a speck of it in sight.

Until slowly, you go it back. Slowly, you appreciated yourself. Started liking how simple things made you light up. You got in touch with old friends and your life started to feel whole again. Everything was going and the pain didn’t hurt so bad. It was disappearing.

But that all came crashing down one night when someone was knocking on your door. You opened it, expecting your pizza but there in all his glory, stood a very drunk Chan with an even more drunk Felix.

Tweedle dee and tweedle can’t-stand-on-his-own were singing tik tok songs. They looked surprised when you opened the door. As if they had no clue you lived there.

‘Hey!? How are you??? It’s been ages’ Chan said as they both sauntered in.

‘What are you doing-‘

‘WOW! I like your new place. You should invite me over for a sleep over sometime,’ Felix interupted.

You rolled your eyes as you looked out into the hallway, making sure there weren’t any more drunk stray kids dawdling around. (I’m hilarious, I know)

You closed your door and got them a water bottle each as you sat them down in the living room. There wasn’t much room to talk to them because they kept bouncing gibberish off each other. When your food arrived, you gave them two slices each and they were basically knocked out after that.

You grabbed a blanket and put it over them. This gave you a chance to really get a look at Chan. He never got drunk. He didn’t like drinking. This was out of the ordinary for him. That and the fact that of course he looked even more tired then usual. As you looked at Felix, you noticed he looked tired too.

You couldn’t understand why you were being so nice. You had no reason to be. When they eventually woke up on a sidewalk somewhere, after their drunken adventures, they would have no reason to even think of you. Let alone blame you for not helping.

But here they are, fed and passed out on your sofa. You couldn’t stand to look at them anymore so you got up and went to your room. It was harder to sleep knowing they were in the next room. He was in the next room.

But eventually, with a few tears and a hint of heartbreak, you fell asleep.

You were woken up by whispering, loud whispering. If you wanna whisper, why do it loudly? Does that not defeat the point of whispering?

You opened your eyes to Chan and Felix talking to each other. When they both looked back at you and saw you awake, they both jumped. Then started apologising profusely for having come here.

‘What are you doing in here?’ You asked groggily.

‘We um-we made you breakfast,’ Felix replied.

‘We were gonna wake you up but you looked so peaceful…’ Chan added on.

‘You didn’t need to do that,’ you said as you fidgeted with your hands.

‘We did! You had no reason to look after us last night but you did… we really appreciate it,’ Chan said.

‘It’s nothing. Look, I have to go to work so you guys should probably leave now.’

They didn’t think too much and apologised again as they started getting ready to leave. Just before they left though, Chan asked if he could talk to you… alone. You were hesitent and honestly? The mere idea instilled a world of dread in you. But he kept insisting on atleast talking once so you gave him a chance. You guys decided to meet at your apartment again the next day. You would have gone to his but… that place held every memory of you both together.

The next 24 hours were uncomfortable and you couldn’t get anything else done.

The agonising time seemed to come to an end finally though as you heard the knock on your door. You stopped and looked in a mirror to make sure you looked okay. Then you felt stupid for doing that because he didn’t deserve your effort.

You opened the door and really looked at him today. He looked good… more then good… he was wearing your favourite shirt.

You looked away as you let him in. Not even registering that he had said hello to you.

He went over to the sofa and sat down as you sat in an armchair. There was an awkward silence that you definitely did not plan to break. So inevitably, he did.

‘I don’t want to beat around the bush… I want to say I’m sorry… I was terrible for what I said…’

It angered you that this was what he thought was wrong… what he said? Really?

‘What? That all? Not sorry for lying about liking me the whole time? Not sorry for knowing there was something ‘wierd’ about me but still stringing me along? I’m too immature and self involved for you but you’re sorry for what? Letting me know? Letting it slip how you really felt?’

‘I was stupid for saying that because I didn’t mean it… I might’ve had those thoughts come to me in the first week of knowing you but it was stupid and I never actually thought you were those things… what you did hurt me and I… wanted to hurt you back…’

‘I get that… but actually… I don’t. I know what I did was wrong too and I’m sorry but… what you did… there isn’t any way to undo that. I can’t trust you anymore. And even if I could magically get over what you thought, the fact that the other guys told you not to be with me? I can’t even begin to unpack that. I can’t be around any of you anymore. I would have to hate myself to subject myself to that.’

He didn’t know what to say as he looked down. Tears welling up in his eyes as he said sorry again for the millionth time.

But you both sat there, in the silence, knowing these were your last moments together… this was it…

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A/N: 😈

This is you rn:

This is me:

I’m sorry 😂 it’s ok though, I just got rejected by my cat so I’m sad too.

The Hyunjin story part 2 hopefully is next to be published. I’m having a hard time writing it but we’ll get there

Please reblog (with hashtags if you can pls) and like and gimme feedback. I’ll see you next time :)

[butchhamlet]

what are your favourite things about king lear? also do you know any really good productions that i can watch online for free? asking because i didn’t really like king lear when i read it (except for edmund. i love edmund) and knowing why other people like it might let me look at it from a different angle. because i know it’s objectively a good play, and there’s a 50% chance of me having to study it next year so i want to like it

so i started writing a response to this ask and then paused to plot out my points (as if writing a goddamn essay) and then i looked at my points and i had written

fucked-up families

apocalypse vibes

women are hot

which. yeah, that's it, isn't it

anyway, to elaborate on that: i will admit that some of this is just personal preference, because i love stories about complicated nuclear-waste-toxic family dynamics, and lear is, like, one of the original Nuclear Waste Family Dynamic plays. (so is the oreisteia, incidentally.) what gets me specifically is that this is a play about power, yeah, but also about love: everybody in lear wants love, and nobody is getting enough of it. and the dynamics of the two families here get immediately more interesting if this isn't JUST a who-inherits-the-throne thing. edmund wants political sway, yeah, but maybe he also wants to be seen as more than a bastard. goneril kills her sister out of jealousy, yeah, but also, has she ever had a person care about her like edmund? (does he care about her? how much of the love triangle is about love vs lust vs calculation? these are questions that could be answered a thousand ways.)

i also read this play counter to old white guy traditional scholarship because i think lear (the guy) sucks. sorry. i think he sucks. i think he's terrifying and tyrannical and his daughters can do whatever they want (imo, his main problem is trying to apply his political power to his personal relationships, and that's not something caused by his senility. goneril and regan state at the end of 1.1 that, while he's going off the deep end a little more these days, "the best and soundest of his time hath been but rash." this guy has always sucked). speaking of goneril and regan, they're not evil hags--they're women trying to live with an unpredictable father, as well as trying to retain the little power they have in a male-dominated world. (notably, regan's husband is on her team, while goneril's isn't, and lear seems to have a lot of hatred for goneril specifically. which colors how both of them interact with power, edmund, and each other.)

i could actually talk about lear family dynamics forever (do cordelia's sisters love her, resent her, or both? how does edgar feel about edmund? how does edmund feel about edgar, for that matter? does he feel guilty at all for doing what he does? does edgar feel guilty about killing him? is the relationship between lear and gloucester entirely professional, or are they friends? can lear even have friends when he sees everything as some sort of zero-sum power love game? is kent gay for lear? <- yes) but i won't. because i have another point to make!

which is that it's somewhat comforting to me, in an era of [gestures at the news and broad state of the world], to read a play where people are like "holy fuck the world's going to shit and all the rules of society are inverted!" i read lear for the first time during pandemic quarantine, so. it felt fitting. your mileage may vary here (maybe you prefer escapism), but i think one could draw a lot of parallels between lear and [gestures out the window again]. this play is bleak in a way that few other shakespeare plays are bleak. (maybe timon of athens.) it's set in pre-christian britain, and the gods are invoked, but they're not really present. no one who appeals to higher powers ever seems to get any help or even comfort. and the original story of king leir didn't end Like That. shakespeare decided his play was going to end with the emotional equivalent of getting bricked in the face. cordelia's death doesn't mean anything at all! it didn't have to happen! edmund tried to stop it! she doesn't die in the original myth! and yet we're left with this horrifying apocalyptic last scene, where all the struggles for love and power come to almost nothing. maybe, if one is concerned about current events, this would make one feel worse. but i fucking love tragic catharsis and i feel bleak about the modern world so this horrible upsetting play is quite close to my heart <3

finally: i've already touched on Hot Women, but . i am a simple butch. i think goneril and regan are soooooo sexy. i love when women are mean and ruthless. i love when women kill with swords. i think conflating the two of them/treating them like two halves of the same Evil Daughter Character is a cardinal sin of shakespeare studies; you have to be reading with your eyes shut not to note stuff like regan's desire to outdo goneril, goneril's comparative lack of fulfilling relationships (re: lear fucking hates her and her husband sucks), or the differences in their dynamic with edmund (regan is still mourning cornwall at this point--does she love edmund at all, or is she just playing the political long game?). and cordelia, too, is more than just the Angelic Good Daughter; she's on stage much less frequently, but she shows a stubborn virtue that honestly borders on naivete and maybe an inclination toward martyrdom. how does she feel about her father? does she really forgive him? how does she feel about her sisters, for that matter? i'm not saying this play is, like, the most feminist shakespeare play ever written; i just really love the lear sisters.

other misc stuff: the themes are tasty! look at the authoritarianism! (is it right for one man to have this much power? see that line about the king being a wheel rolling down a hill destroying everything in his path as he destroys himself, or whatever). look at the gender dynamics! (goneril's dominance over albany and edmund in turn; the question of her womb; the mutual violence of regan and cornwall; cordelia leading an army.) look at the debate about fate and predestination! (#redditatheist edmund i love you). ++ the fact that it's set in some kind of nebulous unclear time period and the fool sings about merlin who wasn't even alive yet. i just think it's neat <3

as far as productions, i have a friend who swears by the bob jones university prod, though i haven't seen it in full (hi @lizardrosen :D). i also hav NTLive and RSC lears somewhere, i think, but shhhhh don't tell

i'd apologize for this ask being this long, but when my parents asked me to explain the plot of lear to them in 2020 i talked for 25 minutes so i guess we're all getting off lucky here

[randomthefox]

I think that how Sonic got his super speed is sort of meant to be a joke. It makes no sense and is never explained because doing so would detract from how super speed isn’t just a super power Sonic has, Sonic is speed. His speed represents freedom. If it had some kind of logical explanation, people would (as they often do) get lost in the world building instead of recognizing its purpose as a narrative device. Sonic’s speed represents freedom. So, maybe the reason no one is as fast as Sonic is because nobody is as free as Sonic. Everyone in the Sonic universe except Sonic is held back by something that’s stopping them from self actualizing and being truly free.

I think it’s a neat idea that the day that the day that Tails is finally able to be his own source of confidence is the day that he becomes as fast as Sonic.

I think Shadow being reliant on his air shoes to go fast and can’t go as fast on his own could be some kind of metaphor about how the trauma of his past will always hold him back. But that doesn’t make him weak in the same way using his air shoes don’t make him weak. Sometimes we’re incapable of reaching our full potential on our own and need outside assistance, and that’s okay. I think that him recognizing that and living his life without shame is what makes him as self actualized as Sonic and is why he can go as fast as him.

But that’s just my take. It’s possible I’m being a hypocrite and looking too much into it.

No notes, I 100% agree with everything you said. My only contribution is

>If it had some kind of logical explanation, people would (as they often do) get lost in the world building instead of recognizing its purpose as a narrative device.

This is ABSOLUTELY a massive problem with media analysis nowadays, and authors trying to account for it is a huge contributing factor to why a lot of modern written stories suck ass. Pedantic wiki guzzlers think that having trivia bullet points to fill out a facts page is more important than what the story is SAYING. They care more about stupid details that don't matter rather than dissecting what something MEANS for what the story is trying to convey.

People going on about what "the ultimate life form" means is a perfect example. People take Shadow saying "Sonic YOU'RE the REAL ultimate life form" and fly off with the most idiotic shit you've ever heard in your life. Trying to construct this insane theory about Sonic being the real creation that Gerald Robotnik created or that he's an alien or whatever. When all Shadow calling Sonic the ultimate life form was was Shadow saying he thinks Sonic is better than him. The only thing "ultimate life form" MEANS when Shadow says it is "the coolest cool guy." When Shadow says Sonic is the real ultimate life form, all he's saying is "Sonic you're the coolest cool guy." Because that's the culmination of their relationship of conflict throughout the game.

It's like missing the forest for the trees, but even worse somehow. David Lynch actually made fun of exactly this kind of thing with the Twin Peaks movie.