#but it's been a while and i can't find it

[specialgradefckr]

it's been two days, and nerd!gojo is nowhere to be found.

as his one and only bully, you can't help but be worried.

did he get hurt when you shoved him in the locker that one time? did he get sick when you made him eat out of the trash?

weak nerd with his weak ass immune system. you should've been feeding him more dirt.

more importantly, what if you get in trouble for his skinny, frail, weak ass?

not on your watch.

you tell the teacher that you'll deliver gojo's homework to him, which she completely believes for some reason ("oh, how sweet! you two are always together") and she gives you his home address, too, with a wink.

weird, but whatever.

when you get to his house you want to beat his worthless ass all over again. ugh. of course gojo lives in a beautiful, massive house in a super upscale neighborhood you're sort of embarrassed to be seen in.

you think about your clothes, second-hand, not quite fitted right. your worn but comfy shoes. just... ugh.

but there's an intercom, and after you say your name, school, and class that you're delivering gojo's schoolwork for, the door gate opens.

when you get in, it's immediately obvious which room is gojo's - he's got an asuka poster on his door. it's completely out of place in the modern, sleek decor. only gojo could be so tacky.

you don't waste any time striding up there, throwing open the door and glaring at the pitiful wet paper towel of a boy on the bed.

and, well... he is sick, of that you have no doubt.

laying back in bed, half-propped up on pillows. his pale skin looks even paler with the dark circles around his eyes, his red nose, a pile of crumbled up tissues on either side of him.

there's a dampness on his shirt, a graphic tee, and an empty water bottle at his bedside.

"you look like shit," you say, shutting the door behind you and setting his papers on the table.

gojo half-laughs, but mostly it just comes out as a cough.

"no, it's just the flu. been going around. i think i got it from the housekeeper, actually, she took some time off recently."

a housekeeper? fucking gross. you hope he dies. rich people. ugh.

but you can't help but notice. there's no more water, plus you can't see any food around here. and gojo looks absolutely miserable.

you've only been sick once when you were a kid, but it wasn't so bad. things were different back then, though.

"well, since i'm here." you plop the homework in front of him, generously allowing him your pen, "get to work."

he's staring, blankly, at the sheet. eyes scrunching as if in consternation.

before he can insist that you need to work on it together, you stride out of the room.

a faint "wait!" sounds behind you as you shut the door, but you don't mind it.

it's a quick trip to the kitchen. you spend a couple minutes searching through cabinets full of wine glasses (wine glasses? seriously, in his home kitchen?) until you find a cup.

you fill it with water, and then, in a fit of generosity, you fill up a second cup for gojo. let it never be said that you hit a man while he was down.

somehow, when you come back up, gojo is still contemplating the homework sheet as if it held the secrets of the universe.

"hello?" you say out loud. gojo blinks, looking over at you with that blank, dopey expression.

"did you get anything at all done?" there's nothing on the paper. "drama queen."

"ah," gojo says, sniffling, eyes wincing shut, "sorry, it's hard to concentrate... i have a raging headache."

absolutely useless. you set the water down beside him, but gojo slumps back against the pillows.

he looks up at you with big, blue, pleading eyes.

"can't reach... help me?" his voice is high, his expression utterly pitiful. like some kicked puppy.

maybe it's because his throat actually does sound pretty raw. his hair is even more unkempt than usual, in a greasy, scraggly way, his tired eyes and miserable expression squeezing a drop of undeserved sympathy out of your stony heart.

mostly it's because you want him to do your homework that you begrudgingly hold up the water to his mouth and tip it carefully for him to drink.

"what," you grouse, "mommy and daddy not here to coddle you?"

gojo takes a long gulp, swallowing heavily, and letting out an exaggerated ah~ afterwards.

"the housekeeper does that," he says, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable, "but she's not here. i really was dying before you arrived. you saved me," he crows, somehow proud of his utter display of weakness and ineptitude.

you stare at his legs pointedly. "do you have a cold and leprosy? at least go get yourself some medicine."

the puppy dog eyes, again, "i tried! but i got lightheaded and dizzy! it's in the bathroom cupboard, the one closest to my room, pleeeeease-"

"what, now i'm your errand girl?" you snap, already standing up.

something flashes in gojo's eyes, and he keels forward, lurching to grab you by the hand.

"wait, wait! i didn't mean it like that, please don't leave!"

the tone in his voice sends a pang through your chest.

"...i have to leave to get the medicine," your voice comes out awkward, like something's stuck in your throat. "idiot."

gojo's so easy to read, relief on his face clear as day. "oh! okay! we can - we can order delivery, too! my treat! you just have to pick it up for me!"

"i get to choose the restaurant," you grumble, and gojo's already on his phone.

it's a pretty good deal. even though you'll have to endure his presence for a while. and do your own homework without help.

but whatever. it's not like you couldn't do it yourself. you just didn't want to, and it was better having gojo check your answers.

there's just... something weird about this.

"gojo," you ask, hesitant. "i told the intercom i had your homework for you and it let me in. are your parents home?"

he shrugs, "oh yeah, probably."

then why aren't they helping, you want to say - for once in your life, you stop yourself.

why aren't they helping their precious perfect son? what, do they think he's a loser as much as you do?

the thought prickles inside you, uncomfortable, unwelcome. you try to brush it aside. it's none of your business.

maybe gojo's parents find him as unbearable as you do -

even that thought seems a bit too harsh. he's not actually that annoying.

your walk to the bathroom is uneventful. you don't run into anyone, but you do see it - a light under a door at the end of the hallway.

"...if he needs to go to the hospital... no, he won't, a classmate came by with his schoolwork."

the voice is distant, faint. unconcerned.

"...so they want to meet tomorrow night? i'll have to get the reports ready..."

what a drama queen. even his own parents aren't worried about him.

you ignore the bad taste in your mouth as you re-enter gojo's room, where he's looks far too chipper for a sick person.

satoru smiles at you, quickly maneuvering his phone underneath his blanket.

getowo: stop crying, you big baby, i'm on my way over. satoruwu: nvm!!! dont come satoruwu: youll never guess who came to nurse me back to health getowo: so you're hallucinating satoruwu: im not! my bully does house calls <3 we're gonna eat together hehe~ getowo: i'll be there in ten. satoruwu: I TOLD U DONT COME

"gojo?" he drops the phone in his lap, internally cursing.

"yeah?" satoru slumps back, sniffing again, giving you his best pathetic face.

you roll your eyes, "I got your stuff. what did you order?" actually, you don't care. "i want pizza."

"i know this place that makes the best soup," satoru pulls his phone right back out again, "i can get you pizza, too, what kind?"

when you tell him your favorite, he tells you his.

"why are you telling me this? i thought you wanted soup?"

"yeah, but now you know what my favorite is~ we should order some for one of our study dates. we can do halvsies! actually, your fave sounds good-"

you cut him off (so decisive! super hot of you) and tell him to just put in the order. he puts the pizza idea in his notes app, just in case.

"help me take the medicine?" satoru says, half-hopeful, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"if you can order delivery, you can drink some water," you say, setting your homework on his desk on the other side of the room.

it's way too high, which makes sense, for his freakishly long limbs -

"oh, it's height adjustable! there's a button, you can lower it!"

you take in his words, leaning back, and you see it. there's an electric whirr as the table falls down. "huh." neat.

"nifty, right!" satoru coughs extra pitifully, "do you think you could help me out? just for a minute?"

you ignore him. it's so obvious he doesn't actually need your help. why is he even asking? it would be faster to do it himself.

whatever. he'll do it when he wants to.

you snatch one of his pens and start working.

it's silent for a bit, the sound of pen scratching against paper filling the air. a little sniffle from the far corner interrupting you.

"...please?" his voice sounds terribly small.

you take a deep, sharp breath. then you stand up and walk over to him.

just to shut him up, obviously. he's so whiney.

only, when you sit down next to him with the cup of water and the pills, his big blue eyes gazing up at you while he gives you a weak smile, that assessment feels a little... mean.

whatever. so you feel a little sorry for him. fine, he's sick. and he's playing it up, too, although his skin does feel a bit feverish when you touch it.

you press the back of your hand - chilled from holding the water glass for him - against his forehead, and gojo sighs in relief, slumping back into the pillow.

he really should be sleeping. he probably needs a shower and a change of clothes, but you're not sticking around for that, and if he needs your help taking meds, he'll need your help with the soup, too.

absently, you run your fingers through his hair. it's so white. and soft, but you can feel some dampness from the fever.

gojo's eyes flutter shut, and he gives out a gentle sigh.

he's quiet for a moment, and you almost think he's falling asleep.

"...can we watch neon genesis evangelion? i have the latest movie."

naturally, his room has a giant flatscreen in it. it's not that messy, either, but you attribute that to the housekeeper.

you roll your eyes, "god, you and your freaky anime. fine, whatever you want."

he's eager, then, lighting up at your words. it's such a weird look on him, all exhausted and sick but still happy.

"we can start from the first one, so you know what's going on!" gojo babbles, "i bet you'll love asuka. she's just like you - "

your cheeks flush, "it's fine! we can just watch your latest movie. i don't need a whole marathon."

you'd looked it up in your free time, just to see what gojo's rambling was about. and maybe you'd gone through some of it online. just to know how bad his taste was.

it's not a bad night, though.

maybe you don't get your homework done - you'll have to get to it tomorrow - but you sit there, next to gojo, on his super comfy (probably super expensive) bed.

the soup arrives before the pizza. you're hungry, and you take great pleasure in blowing on the spoon, pretending to guide it into gojo's mouth, then diverting it to yours at the last moment.

but you're generous enough to feed him, after. it's all with the movies playing in the background.

gojo started with the first evangelion movie, but you're not about to give away that you know.

he likes to narrate over it, and it's fun telling him all the reasons why his takes are wrong. but you have to tell him to shut up once his voice grows hoarse.

then the pizza comes. he looks at you so sadly whenever you head to the door. like a dog watching its owner go to work. ugh.

so maybe... you lose track of time it's a comfy bed, comfy pillows, nice soft blankets once you clean up all his used tissues and the takeaway boxes.

definitely no funny business or anything. you wouldn't be this close to him if he weren't deathly sick.

he says he's deathly sick. maybe this feels like dying for a crybaby like him, you don't know.

but you know, briefly, with your shoulder pressed into his; you're tired. you ate way too much pizza. it's warm in here, safe - gojo is a wet paper towel most days, and today, he's a used tissue, totally unthreatening.

so if you lose track of time and fall asleep... well. nobody will care anyways.

when satoru wakes up, he has to admit - he feels a lot better.

last night was pretty great, even if he'd been sick. it was like a dream! he got to spend all that time with you! just relaxing and watching shows and being hand-fed!

and you even got him water and medicine! and you helped him eat!

it was a while before suguru got out of school, and this night was worse than last night. with the housekeeper gone, he could barely get up for water or food.

even suguru wouldn't have been able to stick around. he hadn't been looking forward to spending the night sick and miserable and all alone in his bed, body full of aches and pains and hunger.

but you saved him! you even stayed the night - heheh. in a way, you basically slept with him, right?

suguru might not ever believe it, but satoru knows. you're really warming up to him. you actually like him, deep down -

when he looks around, though, you're already gone.

[little-miss-apple]

Caleb loves seeing the shape of your teeth marking his skin. He wears them like badges of honour. As soon as the marks disappear, he will do anything for you to leave new ones scattered across his skin.

He can't explain exactly what it is about them that he loves so much. Is it the small visual reminders? Is it the stings that makes him gasp? Is it knowing your lips were on his body? Is it know he's the one satiating your oral fixation? Maybe it's all of those. He doesn't really know. He just knows he can't get enough.

Sometimes you see the marks and feel sorry, worried you might have hurt him a lot when it is still there several days later. You try to soothe the marks on his hand, hoping to massage the skin back to normal.

"whatcha doin', pipsqueak?" he asks when he looks away from the movie playing on tv, noticing your frown as you rub his hand. "why is this still here..." you mumble to yourself more than to him. He let's out a soft laugh before pulling you a bit closer.

"because you bit me sooooo hard, you almost drew blood!" he teases you, but you don't seem to find it funny. When he sees your unchanging frown, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet those galaxy like purple eyes.

He leans in and you close your eyes, ready for his lips to touch yours, but they never do. "Ouch!" you wince when he pinches your cheek "what was that for?"

"you should get back at me..." I grins as he puts the back of his hand to your lips, hoping you will deepen the markings as revenge, but you don't.

It quickly turns into a little game of 'caleb trying anything to piss you off and get you to open your mouth', but you remain steadfast, lips tightly pursed together no matter how much he tickles, pinches and teases.

He is desperate for a reaction, for you to sink your teeth so deep into his skin that the shaped will be etched into it for weeks. He holds you in his lap, arms slung around your shoulders from behind as he pouts.

The display of your phone that had been tossed to the side starts ringing, a familiar name as the caller ID.

Before you can even reach towards the phone, Caleb snatches it away and puts it on speaker while once again pushing the back of his hand to your lips.

"Hey Tara, it's Caleb!" he announces cheerfully. Suddenly his other hand pushes your panties to the side, thanking the heavens you were wearing just his shirt and your underwear on this lazy evening.

You almost let out a shriek at the sudden touch, but luckily Caleb's hand is conveniently placed between your teeth the moment your lips separated.

"Don't make a sound, pipsqueak..." he whispers in your ear in your ear while playing with your clit, lying through his teeth to Tara, claiming you were already asleep.

Tara says she'll call you later but Caleb isn't ready to hang up yet. He asks about new restaurants in Linkon city, cute date spots and other fun activities and Tara is all too happy to tell him all her favourite spots.

Meanwhile tears are starting to form in your eyes as you try your best not to moan while his middle finger gently dips in your entrance. Your jaws clench on his hand and he let's out a hiss. It doesn't escape Tara's ears.

"Are you alright?" the ever kind hearted woman asks, completely unaware of how you're currently sprawled out in Caleb's lap while he finger fucks you into pure bliss.

"Yeah, was just being clumsy and bumped my toe... nothing severe!" he claims as he inserts a second finger, stretching you out so perfectly.

As his fingers pump inside of you, he uses his thumb to apply some pressure on your clit, getting you so close to the edge. You're about to cry and don't know how much longer you can hold back these obscene sounds that are so close to spilling from your lips.

Luckily they seem to finish up their conversation, Caleb readily accepting Tara's invitation to go to one of her hot spots with the four of you, just like with Linkon new year. Soon after the line cuts off, signaled by the tell tale beeps.

A shaky, muffled moan leaves your lips as you can finally relax a little. But your muscles contract when Caleb finally brings you to your sweet release. He helps you ride it out till the last second before removing his hand from your lips, admiring the red marks fully covering it.

"you were so good for me..." he coos as you come down in his arms "your little friend had no idea that you were here, dripping all over my fingers."

He nuzzles into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder before leaving his own mark there gently as you fall asleep in his embrace.

[moon-ttokki-x]

protective!maknae line skz x maknae!9th member reader

pairing: protective!ot8!skz x maknae!9th member reader

summary: how skz would be protective of their maknae (that's you!)

genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, maknae line being super sweet and supportive, mentions of acne, scars, uhh spiders? bugs in general, seungmin villain era, felix is passive aggressive (there's a valid reason i promise)

a/n: divider by @mikeykuns . also taglist is open for anyone who wants to join !

skz masterlist | hyung line

Han who watches out of the corner of his eye as your stylist sits you down in your usual chair before the show, and begins sticking stickers all over your face. When you bat their hand away, they tell you it's because of your scars and acne that's been happening recently, and Han can't fight the sudden, unexpected anger that rises up inside of his chest as he watches you sink down into the chair and go silent. Definitely gets up and puts a few of the same stickers on his own face so as not to draw attention to yours, and gently peels off a few of them on your face, telling you that you look stunning whether there are blemishes on your face or not. Spends the rest of pre-concert prep sticking stickers onto the members' butts to try and cheer you up (it works).

Felix who goes live after you received hate for your outfit at their latest concert, passive-aggressively mentioning the event and glaring through the camera. Comments flood the screen but he couldn't care less; he just doesn't see the point of hating on someone so unnecessarily for something that wasn't even their fault. Doesn't look up as you appear at the door, silently watching him chide the 'Stays' who threw hateful comments at you as you left the venue after the performance. Bravely sticks up for you despite the many repercussions it could have, and lets you sit under his desk while he changes the subject, talking to Stay through the camera about various other things. Strokes your hair and lets you rest your head on his knee, relishing his comforting warmth.

Seungmin who talks far more than usual during a certain episode of a variety show; he's watching you being pushed towards a small container, with some sort of spider or bug inside. You've mentioned to him before that that sort of thing really freaks you out, and he can see the visible distress on your face as you're forced to pick the insect up, flinching and tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Tries to draw the hosts' attention away from you so you can put the unpleasant insect down, and messes about and knocks things over to keep them occupied while you collect yourself. And, if he's feeling particularly mean (which he is) the hosts might find themselves dealing with a few creepy crawlies in their dressing room later. But it's nothing to do with him, he didn't do anything.... (yes he did).

Jeongin who quickly covers you during a performance when your voice cracks or goes unstable, not even looking at you so people don't catch onto the mistake. Even adds a few notes onto the song to draw attention away from you, and winks at you as he slides into his position for the second part of the routine, effortlessly covering the part you've missed due to the slip-up. He knows how it feels, to feel like you ruined a performance for the whole group, so he sticks with you after the show as well, holding your hand, and talking to you constantly and quietly to keep your mind off of the mistake. Even messes about with his hyungs to make you laugh (though he's terrified of what Minho might do to him later), but it's worth it to see you smile, always.

a/n: yayy second part . just keeping you guys fed <3 keep an eye out for the second part of 'stupidly perfect' (chan x reader)!

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— nudes?! (c.bg) ♡

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.2k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, beomgyu imagines Doing Things and gets hard, implication of sexy time at the end, they’re both horny for each other synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | taehyun ver. (coming 3/21) | kai ver. (coming 3/24) |

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beomgyu is often not too hard to read.

your goofy best friend who'd rather cause mischief than let a situation turn boring, who loves to stir things up and watch the chaos unfold around him.

but one thing that you just can't seem to get a grasp on... is how he really feels about you.

as well as you can confidently say that you know choi beomgyu, the never-ending mixed signals he throws at you may just be your downfall in that department, from the outrageous flirting towards you on one end of the spectrum to the bragging of his latest phone number acquirement on the other.

i mean, what are you supposed to think when he's sweetly tucking your hair behind your ear one second and then commenting on how pretty that passing girl is the next? (unbeknownst to you, he's actually just trying to gauge your reaction).

but at this point you've had enough of the guessing games. you're gonna take things into your own hands and find out exactly how he really feels.

...or at least... that's what you told yourself, when you'd laid out across your sheets and took those coy little pictures, fully nude and fully ready to "accidentally" send them to your best friend to see what he would do;

but now, you release a resigned sigh as you set your phone aside untouched and tug your — his — sweater further over your shoulders in the chilly air of your room.

"stupid beomgyu," you grumble. "stupid me... stupid idea."

your lost confidence seems to mock you as your phone suddenly buzzes with a text from none other than the exact man of the hour, and you huff as you read it.

— hellspawn 🙄🤎: i'm coming over

his contact name feels as fitting as ever. "right, just invite yourself on in," you mutter to yourself (as if that's not exactly what the two of you always do anyways).

you have half a mind to respond with something snarky, but instead you just leave it be as you stare down at the nudes still sitting hauntingly unsent in your end of the message box, and with a shiver you resort to sticking your tongue out at his contact picture and leaving the text unanswered as you punch the air in a mini fit and toss your phone away into your pillows.

"i hate boys."

and with that, you grouchily trudge your way into the living room to start up the show that you've been binging together, phone and pictures forgotten.

unfortunately.

because what you don't know, but what you're soon about to find out, is just how crazy your best friend actually is about you — and as beomgyu stands frozen outside of your apartment building, staring down at his phone with a short-circuiting brain and eyes growing blurred from lack of blinking in the chilly night air, convenience store bag full of snacks falling forgotten to the ground — well.

he didn't even buy a lottery ticket, but it seems he's just won.

your naked body glows back at him from his screen as he fumbles back into motion, urging his fingers to remember their own mobility as he gulps and swipes hungrily through the array of photos that you'd sent.

hurriedly he brushes his long hair out of his eyes as it falls forward, his hunched frame in the middle of the sidewalk probably resembling that of a homeless man as he holds his phone close, shielding the sight of you from any prying eyes (there are none) while his thoughts suddenly erupt into every possible direction.

is this really happening? is this real life? what does this mean? is this a confession? she obviously wants me too, then, right? shit, should i have dressed better? do i smell okay? should i run back home and — oh god, what if these were meant for someone else? did she really mean to send them? what if she never speaks to me again? oh god, she's so.. she's so.. holy fuck.

beomgyu is breathless as his eyes roam across your soft skin, your pretty curves, the sly hint of a smirk peeking from your lips as your finger slips between them —

he feels his cock straining tighter against his pants the longer that he scrolls.

relishing in the sight that he's been dreaming of for so long, he imagines it were his hand wrapped gently around your throat instead of your own, his fingers caressing your bare tits and sliding down beyond the camera where his imagination is left to run wild — fuck, he's gotta get up there.

forcing himself to tear his eyes away, he quickly gathers the scattered snacks and stuffs them mindlessly back into their convenience store bag as he hurries towards the entrance of your building, not even needing to think twice as he inputs the code and all but lunges for the elevator.

"alright, be cool, be cool, be cool."

the deep breaths he's been taking and mini self pep talk he's been mumbling all but crumble away meaningless when he types in your apartment's passcode and opens the door to see you standing there by the couch wearing his sweater, so big on you that it's easy to pretend that your little pair of shorts underneath aren't even there;

and he's suddenly grateful for the long length of his hair as he feels the way his ears burn red underneath, but the inevitable flush on his face doesn't escape your notice as you glance up at him for a moment before turning your attention back to the tv remote in your hand.

"why do you look like you just ran a fucking marathon?" you scoff. "did the ahjumma downstairs hit you with her grocery bag again?"

but beomgyu is far beyond saving as images of you underneath him flicker across his mind, now no longer fueled by his imagination but by the real thing that you'd just graced him with minutes before.

"those for me?"

you pause. his voice is raspy, strained, almost breathless.

you glance back up at him. your brows pull together in confusion.

"huh?"

beomgyu barely breaks eye contact with you as he unlocks his phone, wordlessly holding it up to show you, eyes raking over your face for your reaction;

the remote falls to the floor with a thunk as your eyes widen and hands fly up to clap over your mouth in shock.

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- I SENT THEM?!?!

you rip your eyes away from the sight of your own body on his screen to meet his burning stare, and when you do — all excuses fizzle away as a shiver runs along your spine and straight down to your core.

the desire pooled in your best friend's eyes is unlike any look you've ever seen on him before, breaths coming out labored from his chest though he tries to control them; and when he takes a step forwards and asks again, voice deep and words punctuated,

"were those for me?"

you're nothing but a goner as you answer him with shaky legs and a nod.

the triumphant grin that spreads across beomgyu's blushing face is downright sinful as his bag of snacks once again meets a forgotten fate on the ground — along with his jacket that he immediately shrugs off of his shoulders, already reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt as he moves towards you with well-mustered boldness and says,

"should've waited for me, sweetheart. we could’ve taken them together.”

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Help Prevent Two Disabled Trans Women From Losing Their Car

We're still relying on donations to keep us afloat right now. They've nearly stopped completely despite people still reblogging our post, and it's all we have at the moment to keep our only source of transportation for the household. My girlfriend and I are stuck here until I can heal up and find a job or we can find a way of saving up for an RV to get the hell out dodge before then and leave this all behind us. I'll hopefully be seeing a nerve specialist sooner rather than later to have some of the nerves ablated in my abdomen to deal with my constant pain since having hernia surgery and my left testicle removed. With everything going on in the household, the money that's been donated to us has been having to go our car note in full every month, as my parents can't afford to pay for anything more than they already are as they tend to waste money going out shopping and buying shit they don't need on a consistent basis while the problems keep piling up. We're still living in a run down shed with our cat, a former stray, with no insulation, poorly installed electricity and no running water along with the water in the house not being on right now. In the coming months, we're expecting for there to be more rain fall and for it to get hotter as summer approaches. Recently it rained all day long and we were barely able to keep the shed from flooding, and despite our efforts, things still ended up getting ruined from the rainwater that flooded in. We're in a desperate situation right now and anything that you can donate genuinely helps us in the long run to getting out of here sometime hopefully soon. I appreciate all those who have been able to help us out so far and I'm sorry that we're having to continue to e-beg like this but we're not sure what else there is that we can do right now. We can't afford to lose our only source of transportation in a situation like this, even just $1 helps. Thank you for taking the time to read, even if you can't donate, sharing helps us as well.

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Chapter 1

You were a good kid, great kid even. But no one ever really knew, well maybe your high school science teacher and Alfred, but they were the only ones.  

Someone out there is probably thinking ‘‘well what about your mom she would surely care?” Well to bad she wasn't there, well at first she was, during the pregnancy, but when it was time for you to come into the world all of a sudden she didn’t fit into said world. So death took her away from you minutes after you were born. 

For that and maybe because you look like her, they probably wouldn’t know because they barely look let alone talk to you, they neglected you and it hurt because these are the people who are supposed to love and care for you. But with the help of Alfred you learned to take care of yourself which leads you to this moment. Like right now where you are standing at this very moment. At the school's science fair because you, even if people don’t believe it because of how pretty you are, are really smart when it comes to science. You learned for your love of science by reading a book that your mom had written and left behind after she passed. She left behind many more things for you but this stood out among the rest. It was mostly filled with ideas on things to create and ways that could make it possible. So you tried the one that you found the most interesting and figured out a way to create it. Of course it took a bunch of trial and error but you made it work with what you had. Seeing as Bruce never gave you any money ,like an allowance, you had to find scraps to make your inventions work. Now let’s get back to that competition. 

You are currently standing next to the table with your invention ‘the gauntlet’ yea you didn’t know what to name it. What it can do is tell you any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient. It takes the form of a bracelet but when activated it basically takes up the back of your hand and half of your forearm. It has two screens, one that you use to type and the other that gives off a hologram-like screen. Yea it’s clunky and doesn’t look right at the moment, but for your first model it’s great. 

While standing around waiting for the judges to come see your product you see a man. He looked to be in his 40’s and had short brown hair, a weird looking goatee, and was wearing… sunglasses? Indoors…welp at least he’s not wearing something stupid like a bat suit. He does look familiar but you can’t remember were from. You notice he’s looking around at the invitations and talking to the creators. And he seems to be heading in your direction like right now. He’s 5 tables away, 4, 3, 2– “Hey kid what’s this you got?” The man is smiling like he’s actually interested in what you have to say. That is not really normal. “This is a gauntlet I created to tell you of any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient.” You had responded to the man’s question confidently. “Wow you really programmed it to do all that.” He questioned, interested in the gauntlet that sits in the display case. “Yes, it took me a while to do it though.” You had said, uttering the last part to yourself. “ I can imagine seeing as I've done a bunch of stuff just like it.” The uh.. Weirdo, yea lets go with that, had told you. Now that surprised you, But before you could ask any questions the weirdo ,as you've dubbed him, started walking away. “Alright see you later kid, hope you win with that invention you got.” you could hear his voice starting to fade a bit as he walked away. And all you could think was ‘ Man was a weirdo.’ 

It's been a while since the judges had come over to your table, because right now they were deciding on who the top 3 will be. You kinda hoped one of them would be the red haired kid who made that moving metal arm out of scraps. To you it was just really cool. You can't help but hope to get in the top 3 as well because the winners get cash. ‘ I need that money so I can create more inventions, yea using what I have on hand is good but there is a limit of how much I can do with it. Not like Bruce would give me any.’ you had rolled your eyes thinking about that last sentence. Hopefully with the creations your mom thought of they could help you get enough money to never rely on that man again.

Just as you ended that thought the speakers in the hall started projecting what the announcer was saying into the mic. “ Can all the contestants make their way to the stage, the judges have finally made their decisions.”  You and all the other contestants start making your way to the front where the judges are.  luckily it's not that far of a walk and when you get there you all stand in a crowd.  when you all get there the announcer starts speaking “ even though we had a lot of good intentions this year only about three of you can make the top.  so we'll start from 3rd to 1st place in order of who got which.” As the crowd stands there in anticipation  the announcer starts speaking again “ In third place is kidd with his metal arm that he has made to help people who are missing limbs, we hope to see more in the future for him.” as people clap you see the red-haired kid you saw earlier walking up to get onto the stage in the announcer hands him a third place medal and a check with money on it. “ Now for second place Elijah who has made a machine that can take packages of  food and can make them into full meals.” Just like before you had seen this kid Elijah start walking up to the stage and when he got on the stage he had received his second place medal in his check that he had won. “And finally for our first place we have a (y/n) Wayne who has shown us a gauntlet. That can help people in the medical field  identify diseases  if they have a hard time figuring out what they are or what the patient has.” You're surprised to hear that you knew you were smart but you didn't know you would win first place. As you walk up to the stage you have a rush of excitement in you. Finally, you can have money to help create your inventions, your mom's inventions. you can finally fulfill the dream she had that she wrote in her books from before you were born.But when you go on stage the announcer only handed you the first place medal you were surprised to not see a check that came with it then out of the corner of your eye you see the same weirdo man from earlier with a big check walking towards you. “ Hey kid you won just like expected, hopefully you can put this money to use and make more amazing creations like the one you made for today.” But you couldn't help but say “ you look familiar.”  and happily he answers your question saying “I'm Tony Stark kid.” Ah.so that's why he looked so familiar. 

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Alpha! Hyung line x Omega! Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: "And through some happenstance, casual and cruel, shaped by the hands of the Moon goddesses, you ended up face to face with what They considered your fated mates.

Of course, they didn’t know that - how could they recognize their goddess-given match if you had no scent? As long as you didn’t reach maturity, only you would feel this pull, this constant urge pooling at your lower abdomen when their scents filled your nose and sent your eyes rolling back.

You knew your place and it was not amongst royalty."

OR  

The one where you find your fated alphas, but they can't find you.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, ABO, Soulmate AUs.

✿ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This is a 18+ work! Minors, please do not interact. Also, there will be mentions of violence and abuse.

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(<<< part one)

Namjoon couldn’t sleep. He twisted and turned, tangled up in his sheets, his once comfortable bed feeling too large now.

Y/N. That name echoed and ricocheted around his brain like a prayer or a curse. Something had shifted when you locked your scared eyes on him and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but it pulled him out of his bedroom and into yours, onto your bed, on top of you…

He shook his head, willing the intrusive thought away. He felt out of control, skin itching and too tight. Could it all be caused by his body reacting to the presence of an unmated omega? Could he blame his current state of distress on the trembling girl hiding under the covers of a hospital bed? 

He should keep his distance, allowing Hoseok to follow through with his security protocols without intervening. That was the wise, responsible thing to do.

Then why did the thought of staying away made his skin crawl? Why did the idea of letting Hoseok, another alpha, alone with you brought violence to the front of his mind, urging him to punch a wall and fight his way to you?

Morning came and rest still escaped him, eyes bloodshot as he started to ready himself to his many obligations, going through the motions of his day as his thoughts wandered towards where you slept, his inner wolf clawing at the inside of his chest, howling for something he could not name.

Namjoon curled his fist on the way to his office, holding back the urge to resent you for crumbling his self control and starting a riot within him. Maybe that was why omegas were rare, he mused: they held too much power.

He sighed, already exhausted even barely at the break of dawn - he wished Yoongi were there. The level-headed alpha would surely know the best course of action and nudge him towards the right direction. Alas, his friend had been sent away on some diplomatic  mission or another and wouldn’t be back until the later end of a fortnight or so. He supposed he still had Hoseok and Jin, but Jin…

Jin was sat on a corner chair when he arrived at his office. nursing a cup of tea in one hand while picking at his nails with the other, mindlessly staring into nothing. Namjoon knew Jin would have no interest in the frightened omega as he had no interest in anything at all - not since Nira.

“Morning” Namjoon greeted him carefully, as they all had in the past couple of months “Have you seen Hoseok?”

Jin blinked, as if waking up from a trance, moving his dark hair from his face and saying “He’s with the omega.”

Namjoon nodded, holding back the unreasonable beast roaring inside him once more at the idea. “What do you think we should do?” he asked his advisor, not really expecting a helpful answer.

The other man curled his lips in distaste “Send her away, for all I care.”

Namjoon nodded again, having seen that reply coming. Jin’s hatred for omegas had only risen in Nira’s absence and no soft looking lips or big scared eyes would change that so swiftly. 

If he could not count on Jin, Hoseok would be then.

---

When Hoseok arrived in the hospital wing, you were already awake, picking at the buttered bread the maids brought you, pulling the smallest of pieces and munching on them. 

Made to provide and protect, alphas in general did not react well to an unfed omega, the sight unsettling and downright wrong. Even though it was not his place, Hoseok could not help but to say with the smallest of barks “You should eat more”.

The sound of his voice caused you to jump slightly, voice strained as you said bowing slightly from your bed “Sir Hoseok, I did not expect to see you again so soon.”

He frowned. “I sent a message beforehand informing you I would be coming” he pointed at a piece of paper on top of your breakfast tray “Is that not it?”

“Oh” you picked the note and examined the beautiful cursive writing in it before admitting casually “I can’t read”.

Hoseok blinked. Once. Twice.

“What do you mean, you can’t read?” 

You tilted your head sideways, owlish and confused and Hoseok had to pinch his own leg to resist the urge to coo at your expression. 

“Why would I know how to read? I’m an omega.”

And just like that, whatever fluttering feeling Hoseok had evaporated, replaced by dread and disbelief “You… What?”

“I’m an omega” you repeated, a tinge of edgeness and sass slipping into your voice “Why would I know how to read? Why would someone waste their time teaching me?” 

Hoseok was speechless, brows furrowed as a new emotion burned its way through him. He took a deep breath to settle himself, his inner alpha fighting against him to snarl and protect you from some invisible danger. 

“Wh-who” he coughed, trying to hide the growl that threatened to sneak into his speech “Who told you that?” 

“Father” you promptly answered.

Father. Your father had told you that educating omegas was a waste of time. Hoseok struggled to process the information, hatred adding to ever growing turmoil in him building up to an inferno. 

He took another deep breath. Was this the effect of an omega? If so, he could understand why alphas bent themselves backwards to their wills, built and laid waste to fortresses and cities for them. He would too, if his defensiveness and sudden sense of protection was indicative of anything.

5 minutes in a closed space with a (scentless, mind you!) omega and he was losing his mind. 

“We’ll come back to that later.” he said at last, unable to deal with your explanation when he had other pressing matters “His Majesty said he found you in the back gardens. How did you end up there?” 

You gulped, burrowing further under the blanket, eyes glazed with fear. “I ran” you answered, body tense as if you were preparing to run once more. 

“You… Ran?” you had answered his questions but somehow every reply just confused him even more. The nearest road leading to the back of the castle would be a day away by foot. If you were running, what were you running from?

He didn’t have to verbalize his wonderings, as you clarified yourself, voice progressively shakier “Father… Father was going to sell me. Fifteen million to a lord from the next town over. But…” Your eyes filled with tears “But I don’t want to get married. Please, sir, don’t make me go back!”

Hoseok’s hands were shaking. He didn’t know when it started nor how to stop and this out of control  feeling left him breathless in his anger. He could tell you were scared of him but didn’t know how to reel back.

He needed to remove himself from the situation.

Without another word, he turned around and stormed out of the room, door slamming behind his back as he left you alone in stupefied silence. 

Would he send you back, you wondered from your bed, feeling the walls closing in on you. Would he force you back to your father’s claws, dooming you to the life of a sold omega? 

You stood up, weak but resolute. You couldn’t let that happen. You had come too far to be sent back, freedom once more stolen from your hands by some alpha. You had run away once and surely you could do it again.

You waited with baited breath for Hoseok’s thundering steps to disappear in the distance before opening the slightest bit of the door, peering at the hall. Finding it empty, you sneaked outside, silent and feather light, holding still for a second before bolting.

You followed the brick wall to what you assumed was the east wing, cutting through winding halls and empty stairways. You could do this, you told yourself, listening around for another presence, you could find your way to the outside again…

A choked sound escaped you as your body slammed into something hard, hitting the floor with a soft and pained thud. You barely had time to process the burning feeling in your tailbone before the smell of syrup and every sweet thing invaded your senses. 

Your mate. Another one.

You inhaled shakily as you looked up and up, your mate tall with larger-than-life shoulders and handsome features that were twisted with the deepest of frowns. 

Already your mate hated you and somehow that knowledge twisted a deeper knife into your heart. You didn’t know if you could handle anymore disappointments. 

“You must be the omega” he sneered.

You remained silent and stiff while still on the ground. Your scent was enough of an answer.

Your mate made no move to help you, nor did he introduce himself. Instead, he stared down at you for a moment longer before saying in a cold, flat tone “If it were up to me, we would’ve already sent you back to wherever you came from” you heart ceased beating, stilling in fear for a few seconds “But, for some reason, His Majesty wants you here. So you’ll go back to your quarters and I’ll pretend I didn’t witness this pathetic attempt of escaping.

You nodded, standing up and bowing your head in taught submission.

He spared you one more hateful glance before turning away and walking down the hall. “Stay in your room” he called without looking back “and stay out of my way.”

---

Dinner was a tense affair. Despite his many meetings and obligations, Namjoon  usually held the right to dine amongst his friends instead of attending to some boring lord or another and his meals were often light events filled with stories and laughter.

That evening however, a cloud of unsettled silence hung above the room while the three men poked around their plates, quietly daring the other to speak first.

At last, Namjoon spoke, eyes fixated on the cutlery and fine china “How is she?”

Hoseok clenched his fist under the table “Scared” he answered “Apparently, her father…” he closed his eyes, trying to fight the image of you that seemed to be stuck to the back of his eyelids “Her father was trying to sell her. So she ran.”

Although not unheard of, the practice of selling omegas was very much still a taboo topic, considered a despicable thing by most. And even so, that particular market, which Namjoon had fought against many times in his ruling, mostly consisted of kidnapped omegas. The idea that her own father could be behind such a disgusting act had even Jin shifting in his seat, feeling uncomfortable and even the tiniest bit guilty.

For a moment, no one said a thing. The air sizzled with concealed aggression. “Do we know who her father is?” Namjoon asked, craving the sight of this unknown man behind the bars of his dungeons. 

Hoseok winced “I didn’t ask” he admitted shamefully “When she told me, I lost control of my alpha and had to leave.” he looked down at his white knuckled fists, confused and upset “This never used to happen and now I’m…”

“I understand” the king intervened, the same conflicted expression on his face “I feel the same. I don’t know, something about her…”

“You are both getting too attached to this girl” Jin interrupted harshly, eyes at last filled with something other than vague disinterest - Jin was concerned “And you shouldn’t.”

“You’re not suggesting we send her back, are you?”

“Of course not” he snapped. “She can stay until you two figure out what to do. I’m just reminding you that that girl’s mate is out there somewhere and bound to show up at some point, so it would do well for the both of you to keep that in  mind before letting your out of control alphas cloud your judgement. That omega is not yours. Trust me on this.”

---

Hoseok did not come back to visit you again, nor did the king, although you expected that. In fact, none of them showed up in the next couple of days, not even when you were moved from the hospital wing to a guest room. 

The room was bright with large stained glass windows that opened to the back gardens of the castle. It also came with a lady in waiting - a tall beta girl named Sophie, You did not pose much of a hassle for her as you didn’t eat much, still focused on maintaining a strict diet to delay your own coming of age, nor did you leave the room.

Still, Sophie did make for great company. You didn’t have any sisters and the maids back home were too scared to talk to you and incur your father’s wrath, so the young woman’s presence and spirited curiosity were a breath of fresh air.

She stayed in your room for most of the day, fussing over pillows or your hair, filling your minutes with gossip from the maid’s quarters and questions about your life as an omega. Although most often than not the questions were invasive and a little crass, the carefree feeling of it all entertained you endlessly.

“So,” she started one morning while combing your hair “Are there any differences to your body as an omega?” 

Confused, you asked “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I’ve never met an omega” she kept going with braiding your hair carefully, ignoring your rising blush “Is there anything different in your lady parts? Like, when you’re with an alpha…”

“I’ve never!” you interrupted before she could embarrass you any further “I’ve never been with an alpha or anyone really!”

There was an awkward cough from behind you. Both you and Sophie turned in a fright to find the king himself shuffling his feet uncomfortably by your door. 

“I’m sooo fired” Sophie muttered quietly.

“Excuse me ladies” he said in a stifled manner “Could I have a moment of Y/N’s time?” 

Sophie put down the brush, face pale as she left the room with a squeaky “sorry!”.

You wished at that moment that you could leave too, but Namjoon closed the door behind her and leaned against it, keeping his distance while you bowed your head to try and hide your rising shame.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your, uhm, conversation” he said, the tips of his ears burning to an unusual red. 

“It’s alright, Your Majesty, please don’t apologize.”

He coughed again, unable to shake his unease. “How have you been faring?”

You blinked, surprised by his question “Me?” you stupidly asked “I’ve been fine.”

Truly, you had not been fine. You had been driving yourself insane, locked behind the walls of your bedroom, caged again but in a different, fancier prison, taunted by the knowledge that your mates, who you had dreamt about every night back in your old home, were only a few feet away and still untouchable. You allowed yourself to cry in the dead of night, haunted by the fact that your child-like fantasies of a true love were now buried under the weight of the alphas you could never have and the one that hated you for no apparent reason.

You were not fine. You were falling apart. But when weren’t you? 

The king must’ve sensed your lie, clear from your twitching eyelids and fragile frame, but chose not to comment on it. Instead he approached you slowly, sitting on a velvet couch a couple feet away from you, his scent filling your senses and leaving you light headed as the omega inside you whined and cried for you to climb up on his lap and burrow your face in his neck.

Instead of doing all of that, you tried your best to breathe through your mouth as he said “I apologize for not coming to you earlier.”

“No need to apologize, Your Majesty. You must be very busy. Ademas can’t be a very easy place to rule.” 

He snorted “I’d say. Have you been to the capital?” 

“Oh, no, I wasn’t allowed outside my father's estate. But I’ve seen the illustrations on the books and it looks like quite the bustling place! I’ve always dreamed of…” you stopped yourself, hiding your enthusiasm and bowing again. The king would have no interest in listening to your musings about the city you only ever hoped to meet “No, I’ve never seen Adamas.”

“A pity” he said, eyes looking for yours “It’s a very lovely place with endless options of entertainment for a young girl such as yourself. How old are you again, Y/N?”

“22, Your Majesty. Almost 23.” 

“And your… Scent?”

You paled at the question “Oh, I-I suppose it just… Never happened for me. Something must be wrong with my omega.”

“Perhaps we could send a doctor-”

“No! I mean -” you coughed, calming yourself as the king stared inquisitively at your outburst “That’s not necessary, but thank you”.

If he thought your denial was strange, he did not mention it. Instead, he continued “Hoseok told me about your situation” you froze, scared of the next few words that would dictate your future “and I’m sorry you ever had to go through that.”

Your heart stopped beating for a second. “Your Majesty?”

“No Omegas should be viewed as merchandise, mistreated and denied simple pleasures such as reading.” he said, a fiery certainty behind his eyes that left you weak in the knees “I know you must’ve been taught otherwise, but know that under my ruling omegas are to be respected and protected like any others.” 

Respected. Protected. 

You had never thought you’d hear those words being applied to you. And to hear it from your mate, your heartbreakingly beautiful mate that was worlds beyond your reach, sent a wave of emotion through your body, bringing tears to your eyes at his kindness. 

“Oh, no, please don’t cry, Miss Y/N” Namjoon said in a panicked voice “I’m not the best at dealing with crying ladies. Much less omegas.” 

You laughed shakily at his remark, tears still streaming down your face “I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

“Ah, it’s okay. One cannot be king for long without seeing some amount of tears but I do try to not make a habit of making girls cry.”

“You must be a great king then.” 

Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but for a moment you could’ve sworn you saw a splash of red on the king’s face. 

“Anyway” he coughed, “you are welcome to stay in the castle while we figure out the best course of action and as soon as you feel ready I urge you to give your testimony against your father’s actions to Hoseok so he could be handled appropriately.”

The thought of bringing your father to justice was a foreign concept to you, as up until a few days ago you didn’t quite understand that his views on omegas were terrible, much less illegal. Up until your conversations with Sophie, you believed all omegas had gone through what you had - the sneering, the threats and all the mistreatment. 

“I understand, Your Majesty. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. But would you allow me one selfish request?”

“Yes?”

“Please, do not fire poor Sophie” you asked, earning yourself a laugh from the king. “She has made for such great company in this room. Please do not punish her for her curiosity.”

Namjoon stood up, still smiling at your request “Very well. No punishment shall be handed. I’m sure you must get lonely here. I’ll ask Sophie to give you a tour of the castle tomorrow so you can get acquainted with the grounds. But for now, I must go.”

“Thank you again, Your Majesty.”

“Please, call me Namjoon.”

You smiled shyly and nodded “Thank you, Namjoon.”

---

Thank you, Namjoon.

Thank you, Namjoon.

Namjoon.

Namjoon.

Nam… Joon…

Would he ever be able to get the sound of his name coming from your lips out his mind? Namjoon groaned, once again unable to find rest all because of you. He had believed that if he kept his distance for a couple of days, maybe he would be free from all the torment your first appearance had caused him and be able to face you and remain level headed.

Needless to say, he had been proven wrong. 

And your little confession surely had not helped. I’ve never been with an alpha or anyone really! Goddesses, why must you say something like that? Why did his alpha purr at the thought of no one ever touching you, for once pleased and satisfied? 

If Jin knew of his thoughts, his friend would give him an earful. Hel, even his own mother would be sure to smack him in the back of his head if she ever caught wind of his less than appropriate thoughts. 

Alas, he could not stop nor understand them and for his own peace of mind he decided to just chalk them up as basic Alpha/Omega attraction. It’s just biology, he told himself whilst lying on his bed that evening. It’s just a passing interest that would blow away in a few days. Your alpha was probably out there looking for you and sooner or later you’d leave his life and estate.

That did not help sooth his purring alpha. Mine, the stupid beast roared inside his chest, I won’t let anyone take my omega away.

Not your omega, he reminded himself, even though the words left a bitter taste behind them. 

He would just have to distance himself again. Just until the memory of his name leaving your lips stopped sending shivers down his spine like a siren’s song. A few days without contact would do him good. He should just leave you alone, after all.

Still, the next morning when you woke up there was a pile of illustrated books on Adamas waiting for you outside the door.

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The Flamebel Mystery!

Now, I'm sure you all know who this is. That is of course, Flamebel from Gravity Falls Lost Legends. Appearing only in the story "Don't Dimension It," she's become arguably the most iconic and remembered of the alternate Mabel's we see in that story (aside from Anti-Mabel of course).

However, this is NOT Flamebel! You might already know this, but in case you don't or forgot, given how many years it's been (just like I did), then you should know that this Mabel was NEVER referred to as Flamebel at any point within Lost Legends. If you read through DDI, she's never mentioned in name. Of all the alternate Mabel's that helped Mabel defeat Anti-Mabel, she was the only one who didn't have her name be stated in the story.

I looked over LL again and sure enough, nowhere in the DDI is she referred to as Flamebel. But okay, there's a Barnes and Noble edition of Lost Legends where we see the names of all the Mabel's in Dimension MA-B3L. Surely in it there will be a name for her and it would be Flamebel. Well, not every Mabel in that page was given an official name and surprise, surprise...neither was this Mabel...

In fact, she isn't even the same Mabel here! "Flamebel" didn't even exist in this original line art of the page. She was added in later and neither her or the Mabel that used to be there was named.

So, that brings up an interesting question; Where did the name Flamebel come from if it was never her official name?

Having been in the fandom back when lost Legends came out, I do have some theories. And it starts with this fanart that was posted in 2018 by turquoisespace35.

In Turquoise's post, which was made on August 14th, 2018, she refers to this Mabel as "Flamebel." This was the oldest mention of the name that I remember. And given Turquoise back in 2018 was one of the most popular GF fan artists at the time, it's possible her post helped popularize the name, given it got over 3K notes on Tumblr and also likes of that same amount on Instagram, as well as over 300 favourites on Deviantart.

However, in my research, I found some older posts that may have been where the name initially came from. For one, found this now deleted post from a user named korla-the-kenku that was made on August 2nd, 2018. In it, they list their favourite Mabel's and among them, is our mystery fire Mabel under the name of Flamebel.

I did also consider asking Kiki-Kit; the artist who worked on Don't Dimension It, about Flamebel and if she knows how the character came to be and if that was her name at any point, but uh...for obvious reasons...that was out of the question...

But then, I found what was the oldest post I could at least find during my own research, that used the Flamebel name. And it was this piece of fanart that was posted on July 28, 2018 (4 days after Lost Legends came out), that was made by hntrgurl13.

In the post, she refers to this Mabel as Flamebel. But what's more intriguing is the fact that she made this for an ask question and in it, the anon refers to her as "🔥Mabel," which suggests that before this post was made, the name Flamebel was not what she was known as.

Like Turquoise, hntrgurl13 was a pretty active and popular artist in the GF fandom back in 2018 when Lost Legends came out. And while her post of Flamebel only had a little over 650 notes compared to the 3K Turquoise had, her post is the oldest I could find that uses the Flamebel name.

It's possible there are older posts out there or now deleted ones that use the name, but as far as I can tell, hntrgurl13's post was the first one to use it. I did find this post on Reddit of Flamebel art dating to July 27th, 2018. However, given the OP posted it in May 2019, I can't tell if they referred to her as Flamebel then or added the name in based on the fact that was by that point the name she was most referred to as.

I also found this post hntrgurl13 reblogged on the same day in July, from a now deleted user that talks about Flamebel and while the name isn't used, it could be where she got the question asked to her from that made her post the art where she first used the name. I also found this fanart of Flamebel (but not using that name) posted on July 28th too by Pitopishi; the artist who worked on the story Face It in Lost Legends. But uh...for obvious reasons there too...I don't think there's any chance of asking them about Flamebel either (why did both Lost Legends fan artists have to screw up big time?).

My theory therefore is that hntrgurl13 was the one who came up with the Flamebel name while posting that fanart for the ask she got. From there, given her popularity in the fandom at the time, the post got the name to be used more. Eventually, artists like Turquoise used the name in her viral post and that caused it to stick. Plus, with how wholesome and on point of a name it is to the theme of that Mabel, it worked and people probably didn't bother to realize that wasn't her official name.

I did reach out to hntrgurl13 to ask her about it, but she never got back to me. So, I can't say for certain if she made the name up or heard it from someone else, but it seems she was the first or at least oldest remaining person to use the name that I could find a record of.

At the end of the day, does this all matter? Of course not. I'm not trying to say we shouldn't refer to this Mabel as Flamebel cause even I love the name and think it's super wholesome and on point for her. Alex never bothered giving her a canonical name but the fandom did and she became legendary through it.

But what is funny is how the name became so common place that so many of us, including me, thought it was her canon name and was what was written in Lost Legends itself. I didn't even realize that wasn't the case till a few days ago when someone asked me about where the name originated from and I realized, "Oh...she's never officially been called Flamebel!"

I used to think the Mandela effect wasn't as prominent as it often gets talked about as being. But even I believed for a good while that Flamebel was really this Mabel's name and was in Lost Legends...only to realize that was never the case.

I guess it goes to show; even when you think you know the source of something, you may be wrong. So, always work to make sure what you believe really is based on solid fact. Whether it be something you hear on the news in this divisive world we live in, or just verifying if a character name fans use really is that character's real name.

At the end of the day though...I just hope like we see in this wholesome fanart that mischieflily made for the Epilogue fanzine for Lost Legends, Flamebel finally got to canonically reunite with her Dipper ❤️

And that, was the Mystery of Flamebel; the Lost legends Mabel that Gravity Falls fans named themselves!

[shysuccubusstuff]

Dilf! Sylus pt. 1

Content: Headcanons + some longer parts ♡; Age gap + mention of child abuse (not made by Sylus, of course) + alcohol taking + consensual/dubcon (alcohol intake on both sides).

Summary: After graduating university, you've been looking for a stable job for several months, but for the moment, you just have to content yourself with working as a nanny during the summer holidays. Who would have thought that you would meet such a hot and single (did I already say hot?) dad that would require your services?

Note: I just remembered the fanarts done by someone in Twitter with the boys as dilfs, these fanarts together with some Lana del Rey unreleased songs got me hyped for him... Wish I could see an even older Sylus... he's already hot af tho. I keep saying that I have a bunch of stuff almost ready but I never post it, talk about being like a man (jk depending on how you take the joke). Still, I hope everyone is having a nice week. This video just popped on my tl, hope anyone finds it funny!

Note 2: I'm lowkey scared that some parts are just too corny/cringy... I have no real idea how an older Sylus would speak with some woman that has around... 10? years less than him. Let me know if you want a pt. 2 + the same prompt with other LI!!

You had graduated several months ago, and yeah, of course you knew that finding a job would be the easiest thing in the world, but come on, your area wasn't even THAT full. How was it possible that you were almost the only one that didn't find a job after graduating? You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone as you kept complaining in your mind. Suddenly, your phone rang, making you almost fall to the floor, quickly taking the call with the hope of getting the job.

"Hello?" You were able to hear some faint sounds in the background, some running around, together with a few giggles.

"... Yes, sorry. I was just busy with something. I call because of your advertisement, the one about working as a nanny?" Suddenly, you heard the deep and velvety voice of a man, even if that voice sounded slightly tired.

"Sure! I'm available for all the week, including weekends. I can even stay at your house if you prefer it that way, I do have to say that the rate does get a bit--"

"That's ok, I don't mind paying as much as you want as long as you do your job appropietly. We can meet this weekend to present them to you, if you are able, of course."

"Yes! Sure, let's meet that day, maybe in the morning?"

"Then that's settled. Thank you, let's meet in a couple days." The man hanged the call, barely allowing you to wave him goodbye. Well, at least that was somewhat solved... right?

The week went fast, with you barely moving around apart from buying groceries or spending your time with some not so interesting game as you complained about your boring holiday with your closest friend. Before you know it, you were already getting ready for that meeting, with your hands starting to sweat a bit as you tried to imagine the kind of children that man could have. Oh God, what if they were the annoying kind? The ones that mess with you cause they hate all their nannies, always acting up and... Wait, just calm yourself, it can't be that bad... right? You grabbed your bag, carrying all the documents that you may or may not need as you kept repeating into your head that there was no way that you would have such bad luck.

You finally entered the café, your hands still sweating a bit as you tried to guess who was the man that had called you. That question was quickly answered, as there was only a single man with not only one, but two children. The two small boys were busy sketching some stuff, with both of them sometimes talking to each other, with the man sometimes answering to them while he took a few sips from the coffee cup. You made your way to the table, clenching your bag as you kept telling yourself to calm down.

"Hi! I'm the nanny, we spoke a few days ago, I don't know if you remember me?" The man's gaze slowly moved from his children drawings to you, his gaze turning much cooler as soon as he stopped looking at them.

"Yes, I do remember you, do you want something to drink while we talk?" You sat down, trying your best not to stumble on your words while you tried to think as fast as possible, your hands lending him the papers that proved that this was not the first time you had worked as a nanny.

"Thank you, I don't want anything, we can just talk like this... I mean, if you want!" The man lifted his brow a bit, perhaps a bit taken aback by your nervous movements, his eyes quickly scanning through the documents.

"That is fine. My name is Sylus. These are my children, Luke and Kieran. Luke is the one on the left, Kieran is the one on the right." The children moved to look at you, both of their faces with several scars that went up their face and arms. The sight made you shiver a bit, but seeing how the two of them were completely calm, you chose to wait in case there was something wrong going on. "They are 8 years old. You will have to work from Monday to Friday, I have to plan the weekends, as it depends on the week. I will make sure to pay you accordingly, of course, you will have bonuses the days that you are asked to stay. I don't require you to teach them nor make any housework, just to take care of them. I would pay you around 25$ the hour, I hope that is enough?" You almost choked on your own spit, trying your best not to act surprised. This was not the first time you had worked for some rich family around town, and yeah, he may be the hottest guy you had ever seen, but you just had to focus on your work. Maybe you could even make it your full time job if you did it correctly?

"There's no problem! I just need to know when should I start working, well, as well as where the house is." As you kept speaking, the two small children got down their chairs, moving closer to you.

"So... when will you start living with us?" Luke rest his face on your leg, with Kieran following him close by. Guess this was their way of greeting you?

Dilf! Sylus who is away most of the day, arriving at late hours at night when both Luke and Kiera are already asleep. He arrives on his motorbike, parking it on the garage, entering the house in complete silence except the sound of the keys being left on the entrance. You had already noticed that this was indeed a routine, as the twins already let you know on the first days you were there. You were barely able to hear him as your room was quite close to the staircase, hearing his soft steps on the carpet as he made his way to his bedroom.

Dilf! Sylus who had no kind of photos or paintings of his (possibly) late wife. The whole house was neatly decorated with mostly dark colours, with the childrens' room being the only exception, as they were the ones that had chosen their own furniture. It took you a few weeks to find out that the two boys had been adopted by Sylus several years ago after they arrived to his door barefoot, with their limbs and faces even more scarred than now. Despite the traumatic experience, the two children seemed mostly fine, even if it was clear that they were extremely anxious the second one of them got separated from the other.

Dilf! Sylus who sometimes arrives in the morning, as always, he leaves the keys on the entrance, rushing to the children's room so he could kiss their forehead, with the two of them hugging him by the neck, allowing him to carry the two of them, each with one arm to the kitchen, where he allowed them to sit as he started making breakfast. These days weren't common, but each time he arrived, you were able to see just how much he cared for Luke and Kieran, with Sylus even spending a few hours playing around with them before leaving to work once more. At first, you tried to avoid interrupting them, choosing to stay silent as you helped him make breakfast or simply tidying up after the twins. That was until the three of them started to open themselves to you, with Luke and Kieran beginning to introduce you on their private chats, even getting to the point in which you were able to see what resembled a smile on Sylus' face. This marked the beginning of the closer relationship between the two.

Dilf! Sylus who begins to have more free time. And despite this would usually mean a reduction on your working hours, this changed nothing, except the small trips with the three of them. The trips started as short outings to the park, sometimes to a restaurant around town. Then, the trips became longer, with the four of you spending a couple days on different countries, as Sylus worked, having to meet with different people while the three of you spending your time by walking around the different cities.

Dilf! Sylus who starts to spend more time alone with you. Inviting you to his private gym in case you had some free time while the twins were sleeping, together with even allowing you to help him test the condition of his motorbike. It had been clear since the start that Sylus was in no way feeble, as you often saw him carrying Luke and Kieran while all of you played together. But it was then, when he was too busy checking every single element of his motorbike, with him simply wearing a tight sleeveless t-shirt, allowing you to see just how much time he spent keeping his body as fit as possible.

"Like what you see?" Sylus' eyes were once again focused on you, his hands slightly tainted by the motor oil, some even staining his face.

"I was just-- Sorry" You felt your face heat up, your eyes starting to move around the garage trying to find anything to focus on.

"No need to excuse yourself, sweetie. I understand, can you help me a bit with this? It seems that I need to check this thoroughly."

Dilf! Sylus who begins to make the work harder for you, with him sometimes rubbing against you as he passed by, making you blush just from remembering the veins on his arms and hands as he worked out. The sexual tension between the two finally came to an end the night the two of you found each other in the living room. Sylus had just arrived, his cloak still being carried under his arm.

"Good night, I didn't expect company so late at night, tell me, would you mind accompanying me for some alcohol?" You bit your lip, still not sure on what to do, before you answered him, Sylus added: "Don't worry, the boys won't be up until maybe around 12, they spent all their energy playing with their friends."

"I suppose it would be ok then, just a bit, ok? I'm not that good with alcohol..." Sylus nodded, going to the kitchen and coming back with two small glasses, together with a bottle of tequila, salt and a few slices of lemon. He had already changed into more comfortable clothes, with him only wearing some expensive smock that looked perhaps a bit too short for your own safety.

"How about we play some cards while we drink? The one who loses will have to drink." You knew that wasn't the best choice for you, but how could you refuse when he was already smirking as if he had already won?

Before you were able to notice it, the bottle of tequile was almost finished, both of your faces being as red as a tomato.

"Come on! Just accept your defeat already, afraid that someone younger than you is better than you?" You smiled, your left hand moving the liquid inside the small glass while you kept glancing at the cards on your right hand.

"Oh? Someone has gotten bolder now, do you always talk to your bosses like that?" Sylus left his glass on the table, smirking while he left the cards fall on the table, resting his head on his left arm. "Just so you know, I have no kind of insecurity regarding my age, sweetie."

"You sure? I mean, you work out a bit too much for someone--"

"I have no idea why would you assume that, the fact that I work out a lot is merely due to the fact that my job--" Sylus stopped himself, taking a deep breath before going on. "That is just because of some requirements that I have to meet in order to keep my position." You looked a bit confused, not realising until then that you had never wondered why did he always arrive so late. Still, the alcohol was still running down your veins, making it difficult to even realise the possible danger of it.

"Suuuure, let's just say I believe you. Why would an old man like you need to stay as fit? Are you sure that you're not planning on wooing some naïve girl into your claws?" You laughed, taking a small sip out of the glass.

"Maybe I want to do just that." Sylus' gaze darkened, his usual dangerous aura coming back to him as his crimson eyes pierced your face. "Maybe I should do just that, I'm sure I would be able to teach some wild kitten just how she is supposed to behave to be considered a good girl." You felt a shiver being sent through your whole body, the hair on your arms stooding up as your face flushed from the tone Sylus had used in those last few words. Sylus chuckled at your reaction, taking once again his glass from the table and playfully moving the ice cubes within his glass that was now filled with some old whisky he had taken from the cabinet. "I was just messing around, no need to act all coy now, we have been in much more intimate situations, am I wrong, sweetie?" Sylus took a small sip of whisky, changing the way he sat to one that made the cloth rode up allowing you to catch a timid glimpse of his underwear. Feeling as you were being tested on purpose, you quickly rose from the couch, thanking the courage given by the alcohol as you suddenly pressed your lips against his, your body clamping against his bare chest.

What first began as a one sided kiss was soon reciprocated, with Sylus soon taking the lead of it, his rough hands positioning on your hip, his thumbs making small circles around the area as his tongue suddenly entered your mouth, the meek kiss soon turning into a lewd one, the room now filled with wet noises together with soft moans and whimpers.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly light-headed, Sylus got away from you, moving his right hand towards your face and caressing your cheek with extreme care. "Guess I made a mistake. It seems this wild kitten is very much aware of what she is capable to do to me." You bashfuly locked eyes with him, encountering one of the softest looks you had ever seen. "I would have liked it more if this had happened on a better occasion, one in which you had enough courage to do all these bold moves without relying on a silly game." Sylus smiled, his eyes still fixed on you, making you feel even more flushed as you could clearly tell just how much he had been holding back from doing anything inappropriate. "Let me take you to bed, I think we should talk about this... change in our relationship tomorrow, when both of us are fully aware of what all of this means." Sylus lifted you with ease, opening the door with one of his legs and soon arriving to your bedroom, suddenly changing the way he held you so he could acommodate the sheets. Before you could say anything, he covered your body, planting a tendeer kiss on your forehead. "Sleep tight, I hope you won't regret anything tomorrow, sweetie."

[terriwriting]

Scott Weidensaul, a co-founder of Project SNOWstorm, a volunteer snowy owl research group, says his inbox has been flooded with all kinds of "far-fetched" theories about Creamsicle, including that it turned orange from eating too much shrimp, or that it intentionally preened the blood if its prey into its feathers as some kind of intimidating fashion statement. 

While he can't say for sure what happened to Creamsicle, he feels quite certain the bird was not born orange. 

"The photos make very obvious that the dye hit some feathers but that those beneath were shielded, leaving clear, sharp white 'shadows' that neatly match the shape of the coloured feathers above," he told CBC in an email.

He says his group did not paint the feathers for tracking purposes, and neither have the other research organizations he's reached out to.

But that doesn't necessarily mean someone vandalized the owl, he said.

"It seems pretty clear that the bird got sprayed, almost certainly by accident, with something that contained dye or paint," he said.

"Given the location, time of year and propensity of snowy owls to hang around airports, my Project SNOWstorm colleagues and I think the most likely cause was airport de-icing fluid, some formulations of which are red/orange."

Cleveland says she suspects Project SNOWstorm is "on the right track" with its de-icing fluid theory, "but we may never know for certain."

That's because the only way to find out is to get ahold of the bird and test its molted feathers. And since Creamsicle seems to be "healthy and well," they have no intention of bothering it. 

"This bird will likely be heading back to Canada within a couple of weeks," she said. 

Weidensaul agrees the owl is likely not in danger. 

Based on photos, he suspects Creamsicle is a juvenile male. And while being a weird colour could "put a serious crimp in its social life" when it's time to find a mate, he says the bird will likely have molted and lost all its orange by then. 

One-Of-A-Kind Orange Snowy Owl Leaves Scientists Scratching Their Heads

Wildlife photographer Julie Maggert has been taking pictures of snowy owls for years. So when she heard that a strange, orange-colored snowy owl had been spotted flying around Michigan’s Thumb area, she knew she had to see the bird for herself. Maggert drove two hours out to where the owl had been observed. Before long, she spotted her in the middle of a field. She couldn’t believe her eyes — she really was orange...

Read more: One-Of-A-Kind Orange Snowy Owl Leaves Scientists Scratching Their Heads - The Dodo

[grayson-nn]

"You're just as handsome as the day I lost you."

𖥔 pairing: M! Reader x Maskless Mark

: ̗̀➛ Category: Angstish, fluff

: ̗̀➛ Category: While evacuating citizens during the Invincible war you didn't expect to be swept off your feet, literally and figuratively.

: ̗̀➛ Tags: Blood, rough kissing, force kissing, licking

C/C: 4k

The wind howled, tearing at your clothes as your darted through the chaos, your heart pounding in time with the frantic rhythm of the city. The evacuation sirens wailed in the distance, but they barley reached your ears over the deafening crash of falling debris and the roar of distant explosions.

You shouted over the commotion, guiding panicked citizens toward the evacuation point, each stop feeling like if could be your last. You didn't have time to think about the danger, only about getting people to safety. Every second mattered.

Then you felt it–a rush of wind so powerful it nearly knocked you off your feet. A shadow looked overhead, and you looked up just in time to see him.

It was Mark, your boyfriend. But not the one you knew.

He hovered in the air, his eyes glowing an amber shade in the sunlight, his costume almost identical to the one your Mark wore yet it wasn't his blue and black one but his yellow, blue, and black one. And it was covered in blood from head to toe.

You froze for a split second, unsure whether to call out or flee. But then his eyes locked into yours, and you felt the ground beneath you shift. This wasn't your Mark.

You had to ask fast. The citizens were still in danger, and you couldn't let this twisted version of your boyfriend wreak havoc.

"Get to safety!" You shouted, pushing through the crowd. "More, now!"

But the wind picked up again, and just like that, he was right in front of you, lifting you into the air before you could react.

You struggled in his grip, your pluse racing as he pulled you closer, his arms tight around your body like a vice. His lips, still cold from the air, crashed against yours, desperate and hungry. His kiss wasn't the tender, gentle one you were used to–it was frantic, as if he was trying to hold on to something he couldn't bear to lose.

"Stop!" You gasped, twisting in his arm, pushing against his chest, but it was useless. His strength was overwhelming, and no matter how hard you fought, he only pulled you in tighter, his lips trailing over your jaw, his breath ragged and unsteady as he inhaled your scent.

His voice, hushed yet urgent, vibrated against your skin as he whispered, "I never thought I'd find you again... After everything." His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer, as if to reassure himself you were real. "I've spent so long without you... I just couldn't decline the chance to get you back. Not after losing you. You're just as handsome as the day I lost you."

You felt a sickening twist in your stomach, the memories of the world you knew– this wolrd, where everything was mostly normal – clashing against the nightmare before you. This version of Mark was nothing like your Mark. This was a something twisted, someone who had been corrupted by grief and loss. In his universe, you were dead.

But you were alive here. And you were not his to lose again.

"No," you snarled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp with a renewed surge of desperation. "Let me go!"

His eyes flickered with a strange mixture of pain and fury. "Don't you see?" His voice cracked. "I'm bit the monster you think I am. I just... I couldn't live without you. I would do anything to keep you, to hold you, to protect you."

Tears welled up in his eyes, his expression torn between longing and insanity. "You don't understand. In my world... You died. My father killed you. I couldn't save you. And now... Now you're here, and I won't lose you again. I can't. I won't lose you again Handsome."

You pushed harder, but his grip only tightened, pulling you back against him. His lips found your neck again, leaving hot, wet trails that made your skin crawl. His touch was frantic, as if trying to imprint your essence on him, as if by holding you, kissing you, he could somehow keep this nightmare at bay.

The memories of your real boyfriend–kind, gentle, compassionate Mark– rushed back, and with then came the clarity this wasn't him. This was a broken version of the person you loved, twisted by grief and pain. He was a killer in his world and in this one too. And even if you understood the pain driving him, you couldn't let yourself ever fall for a person like this.

"No," you gasped again, voice trembling. "You're s murderer. You hurt so many people."

His eyes flickered with something sharp, something almost predatory. "I'm doing it for you," he hissed, the madness creeping in his voice. "For us."

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E/N: I love my little gay Mark. I was gonna make this one part but it was going to be to long. So, should I make another part?

[dazed--xx]

Too Far....

Member: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst

T/W: Jokes at a friends expense, insecurity, groveling

A/N: I've officially moved and have wifi I'm also in the process of getting furniture and stuff but I'm excited for what the future hold hope you guys enjoy this one wanted to make one basically full of groveling. Also don't mind these little things for a while like the word count I plan to go through and fix everything

When do jokes go too far?

Y/N wondered, as she sat in this diner across from her boyfriend of 4 years best friends who continue to make subtle jestful jabs at her expense. Could it be when the punch line is hurtful? She bit her cheek as she stared at the table as the pair continue to laugh together at an embarrassing moment Y/N when she first met the pair. While Sol-i's beauty was enough to make any woman insecure with her closeness to their boyfriend, Y/N had apologized over and over about her rude remarks when she first met her. Daehyun hadn't been there, yet he speaks about it like he was. Y/N couldn't understand the dynamic of this friend group.

While she knew her boyfriend was the glue that held this group together, she couldn't understand the appeal. They constantly belittled each other and stabbed each other in the back. Especially the pair that sat in front of her at this moment. "I'm just saying though, Y/N you were just so adorable with that little jealous pout on your face" Sol-i states condescendingly. Her hand slowly brushes her brunette locks off her shoulder as she takes a sip of the soda sat infront of her. Daehyun chuckles slightly "I bet it was, especially with her tiny self like what was she going to do?"

Y/N couldn't stand them at this point, no matter when she saw them; No matter what was going on in her life these two just never let things go. "Honestly Y/N, you're kind of lucky you're cute and smart" Sol-i says arrogantly. "Otherwise Changbin would have probably left your adorable ass in the dust by now" she continued with a proud honest smirk on her lips as Daehyun decides to input his own opinion as well, "True, with her temperament it's not like she'd be able to find someone as good as Binnie"

Y/N's eyebrows furrow "Coming from the pair that take turns fucking each other's boyfriends?" Her voice laced with venom "I'm sorry, Sol-i when did you study relationship counseling? Also what about your pathetic crappy relationships that always ends with the guy cheating on you? Do you really believe you have the qualifications to make assessments about me and my relationship?" She growls before turning to Daehyun "And you...a queen who's in fucking denial about the fact that they live vicariously through their best friend and can't stop seducing her boyfriends because that's how badly you wish you were Sol-i? You have no right to make a judgement about me when you both have never once even taken the time to actually get to know me." Y/N's voice was laced with venom as she felt her body growing hot.

The pair sat quiet, bewildered, as Y/N began to grab her things. "What the fuck did you just say to them?" Y/N hears from behind her. Rolling her eyes, as she turns to look at her boyfriend. He stood their with a fire in his eyes as he clenched his fists at his side. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at her. Scoffing she crossed her arms over her chest and shrugs "You heard me..." Changbin looks even more angry at her nonchalance.

"Did you think this shit was okay?" He questioned trying to maintain his calm.

Y/N scoffs "Of course you're going to defend them"

"Yeah! I'm going to defend them, not everyone is some selfish bitch that can just shit on people the way you do, Y/N. Not everyone would be cool with you talking to their friends like their beneath you"

She stares at him stunned as she jumps up from her seat "I've been telling you for years the horrible shit they've said to and about me!" She exclaims in frustration before stopping herself, feeling no point in explaining herself as Sol-i tries to interject in their conversation. Her voice hesitant and small "B-Bin, w-we may have crossed a li--I don't care shut up and stay out of this" Changbin cuts her off before turning back to his girlfriend who was in the process of grabbing her things. "Yup. Leave....run away like you always fucking do when shit gets hard for you, Y/N."

"I'm not fucking dealing with this shit right now changbin. You want to be an asshole then fine but I'm done" She growls at him as she shoves her purse onto her shoulder and pushes past Changbin and out of the diner door. Changbin stood there confused but resigning to letting his girlfriend calm down a bit then talking to her. Sol-i stared at her friend feeling guilty as she looked at Daehyun who sat there bewildered by the whole situation and how a small simple joke went too far.

Changbin went too far this time...

He felt it in his stomach, he had been torturing himself for the past 6 weeks. That night after the huge argument with Y/N, he had to hop on a plane and go on a 6 week tour. During that time he hadn't heard a peep from his girlfriend. At first he was angry, how could she not even come to say goodbye the next morning? But as the time passed and her responses continue to not come in, he felt worried. Worried about her never responding again. Worried he had ruined things forever with his hot headedness. Worried she was serious about being done...

He couldn't go on not knowing. If things were over he needed to hear it from her. Just the thought alone sent a sharp pain through his chest. He felt so guilty, he'd understand if she did choose to end things but he prayed every night she didn't. He didn't want to--No, he couldn't lose her. So as soon as his feet touched the ground in Korea, he rushed to her apartment. He needed to see her, to hear her voice. He'd never been this desperate for another person's presence as he was at this very moment.

As her building pulled into his view his heart raced with excitement. He was going to see her again. He was going to fix things and let this 6-week bump in the road be just that in the story of the rest of their lives. As he stood infront of her door he felt nervous. What would she say? What would he say? Is she doing okay? His mind raced a mile a minute. He brings his hand up to knock when the door opens and a dressed-up Y/N exits her apartment.

Changbin's heart soars as she stood in front of him surprise etched on her features. "Baby...hey" He breathes out as he stares at her lovestruck. "What are you doing here, Changbin?" Y/N questioned taking a small step back away from him and looking away. Her hands shift behind her back as she bit her plush bottom lip. "What do you mean? I just got back. I thought we could hang out...like we always do" he states hopeful.

Y/N stares at him confused "What? Why would I want to do that?"

Changbin feels his heart crack at her harshness "I'm your boyfriend..a-and I just got back from tour. Didn't you miss me, babe?" He asks sadly as he takes a small step toward her. His hand caresses her forearm and slowly runs down to capture her hand in his. Y/N stares at where they meet.

"You should go home, Changbin."

Changbin stares at her in disbelief "Y/N...Are you breaking up with me?"

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion "We broke up that day before you left for tour" Changbin shakes his head in denial "No. No we didn't...y-you were just mad a-and said stuff you didn't mean like I did" Y/N crosses her arms over her chest as she scoffs "No. I meant it when I said I was done. Your friends were blatantly being rude to me whether they were joking or not I don't care and like I told Sol-i when she reached out to me 'I don't care what you have to say you should have listened to what I had to say instead of being such a dick.' Because you would have known that your friends crossed a line." Y/N states ferociously as she looks away from Changbin. Her arms crossed over her chest as her blood boiled. They stood in silence for what felt like an eternity before a small sniffle pulls Y/Ns attention toward Changbin.

Her heart ached as her stomach sank at the look on Changbin's face. All the color was drained and tears filled his eyes. His shoulders were slumped as his breathing grew rapid. His hands reach out toward her. "B-Baby...p-please, I know I was wrong. Please don't--don't leave me. Don't do this. I'll do anything please give me a chance" he pleads desperately. She stood frozen in shock at his reaction to her words. His hands find hers as he drops to his knees resting his forehead against the back of her hands as his body trembled. "Please! I can change...I was wrong I should have listened to what happened instead of freaking out. I'm sorry please I'm so sorry. We've been together for 4 years please don't throw it away like this" He urges as he continues to sob harshly.

"Changbin...stop okay?

He shakes his head rapidly "N-No" He sobs, his cries growing more and more desperate "Why are you being like this? Why can't we talk about this? Please.." He urges. Y/N shakes her head softly "We should move on...you should be with someone you love. With the way I'm always thrown under the bus with you...I can't trust that I'm that person"

Changbin felt like his soul was ripped from his body at her words. "You are! Baby I love you...I want to be with you. I'm sorry if you feel like I've thrown you under the bus. I should have listened. I'll be better, I can fix this I promise you I can fix this please let me" his voice was laced with guilt and desperation as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Changbin stop...you can't do this here" Y/N states looking around her parking lot hoping no one saw the idol knelt at her feet.

"You think I care about that? Do you think I care if people see us together? Y/N I've never hid you...I love you and I will do anything to make this right please give me a chance...we've been together for 4 years that has to count for something right? We can't just end like this. I'm so fucking sorry" his face was glistening with his tears as he stared up at her like a kicked puppy. "What will I do without you? I'm sorry I was an ass I won't do it again" Y/N felt her heartache at his pain. While his words hurt 6 weeks ago, she could see the pain she was causing Changbin was almost worse.

She felt guilty for doing this to him, she knew she would forgive him eventually so why did she feel the need to dig the knife in deeper to his heart? Maybe it was her way of getting back at him for all his backhanded compliments and insulting jokes throughout the years. But now? She felt sick to her stomach at her actions, how could they move past this? Why did she bring it this far?

As she stared at the tears streaming down his cheeks her resolve began to crack. "D-don't be like this..." she muttered and Changbin looked at her even more hurt. "Y/N, please don't end things like this...I-I'll do anything I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you please just give me a chance..." He sobs as he clung to her hips, his face soaking her shirt as his body trembled. "I'm stupid and terrible at communicating and I don't think I just act most of the time and I'm so fucking sorry please don't leave me...I can be better. I'll never do this again please give me a chance..." he plead as she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I-I'll think about it...."

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay okay but like, how do you feel about Mark x William x Reader? How do you think that’d be, Gator? 👀🙏

Mark Grayson x William Clockwell x Viltrumite male reader 

Headcanons 

Reader is a fellow viltrumite, cuz I had a request asking for William x viltrumite reader but it's just... gone, I can't find it in my inbox, but I know it was there. So, enjoy. 

Make reader the son of Thragg, just for angst and power purposes. Maybe he's a bit rebellious, by viltrumite standards. But its entertaining, so Thragg lets him live and grow up. Also, cuz reader is clearly the strongest offspring he's sired. 

Reader is older than Ursaal and Onaan, but not old enough to stay getting wrinkles and all that. 

Maybe this rebellious nature makes him go to earth, because “stop trying to control my life dad” that people go through.  

Earth is supposed to have been colonized or whatever, so Thragg just lets him. Plus, readers one of the strongest viltrumites and the strong can do whatever they want, ya know? 

I feel this would take place sometime after season one, but before everything started truly going insane. Or more insane than Nolan killing the guardians and all that. 

So, William and Mark are in college together, they are roommates. Mark wouldn't be with Amber anymore, or their relationship isn't really going anywhere. And William wouldn't be with Rick. 

I like to think the reader is smart enough to hide his viltrumite affiliation when he gets to earth. Plus, he's rebellious and it's not like his dad is here, so he shaves his moustache and he steals some clothes somewhere out in the galaxy. 

How the reader gets to earth and meets them for the first time is up in the air. It could be many ways, but at this point the GDA aren't as extreme as they become later on, and Mark is still on good terms with them. 

It probably becomes a deal that Mark has to keep an eye on you, since you are some great unknown and you are clearly strong. They have no idea how strong, but you aren't breaking a sweat when you help out doing hero work. 

You may be your father's favorite child, but you also know what it's like to suffer under his fist. To mold you into the kind of warrior he wants you to be, his eyes shining with pride when you always survive and come back stronger. 

The memory makes you sick, always has. Like something inside you always knew it was wrong and disgusting, what the viltrumites were doing. But when it's all you have ever known, then you just go along with it. 

Earth is a breath of fresh air, and though Mark is very wary of you, he still introduces you to how things work around here. 

And yeah, Mark may be a half-breed, but he is still attractive, in his own weird way. Hes not strong, at least he is nothing impressive, but he never backs down. Its admirable somehow. 

He makes you feel warm inside in a way you aren't used too. You care for your younger siblings in some kind of way, like, you don't want them to die, but you also wouldn't die for them. 

What you start feeling for Mark is stranger, warmer and passionate. It makes you angry and annoyed because it feels like a weakness. 

During this time, Mark would also have broken up with Amber if they hadn't already. Insert him having a whole gay/bi awakening because holy shit... he's feeling stuff for you of all people. 

When he has a conversation with William about his panic, it also clicks that what he feels for you, Mark also feels for William. He gets really awkward for a while, and William knows him enough to know something is up. 

Honestly, I think William and Mark would get together first. Like Mark would be pacing the room, flushed in the face, rambling about you, but then end up talking about William. 

William, who I believe has always had a bit of a torch for Mark would be stunned, but also knows he needs to act now before Mark loses all confidence. So, the two kiss, and end up fumbling through confessions and feelings and all that. 

Insert them falling back on one of their beds and just making out, touching and groping. They don't go further than that, Mark isn't ready, but afterwards William would joke about needing to meet you too. 

Meeting you would be an accident, throwing all their plans into the trash. Some villain shows up, and you end up saving William's life before Mark even gets to change and arrive as invincible. 

Insert William looking reader up and down and going “I see what you mean” to Mark. 

Imagine that you can smell that William and Marks are connected so you compliment mark on his “worthy choice of a mate”. It feels like a compliment even when worded like that, so they both feel a little flushed about it. 

In some way, you end up spending a lot more time with Mark and William, even outside of costume. I don't see you applying for college or anything, since you don't have a legal identity, but you spend time with them on the regular. 

When William starts making you feel all kinds of feelings in your chest, you want to go punch something or someone again. It feels like a massive weakness and you don't like it. 

Yalls confessions for each other would start because you accuse them of doing something to you, like poisoning you.  

You are about ready to kill them for this perceived threat, but also because you don't like feeling something so new and strange, it's scary. 

Then William would try to rationalize it and have you explain what they've done, and so starts you spilling all these strange weird feelings they make you feel. How they make your heart race, your hands clammy, how you feel unsteady even why you fly. It has to be a personal attack, right? 

Even as you get more worked up about it, Mark and William just start smiling and flushing, because it's so endearing to see you pace and try to understand all this. It also means a lot that you feel the same that they do. 

Just insert Mark going “hey, dude” and stopping your angry pacing with a hand on your shoulder. When you turn to glare at Mark, William would jump up and kiss your cheek and be all like “what you're feeling isn't poison, stupid. Its feelings. You know, the ones in there?” and poke your chest. 

You end up needing them to explain this whole dating culture on earth, what you are feeling, why it's okay, and that yes, they feel the same. Then you also get the conversation about descrimination, because they both know what will happen when they are open about the relationship. 

This results in them having to stop you from flying out and threatening the entire world with destruction if they don't accept lgbt+ and other minorities. William would say something like “we appreciate it big guy, but let's not destroy the planet, okay?” and kiss the readers chin. 

A relationship with those two can be a bit wild sometimes. There might also be some insecurity in the reader of not fitting their dynamic, since they've been friends for so long. 

Your sweet boyfriends, as earth don't call it mates, are just... so soft and kind. It makes your teeth ache sometimes. 

Like when Mark arrives with flowers for both you and William, or when he somehow shapes a cloud into a heart when you guys go patrolling. 

William is so affectionate in a way you aren't used too. You were left speechless when he shoves you down on the bed and straddles you, a smirk on his face as he gets comfortable. 

All the kissing has also left you reeling. They do it all the time, they run their tongues together for fun, and not for battle. They have to teach you how to kiss, because “as much as I love being devoured, this is too much babe” 

When the time comes when your father sends Anissa, you chase her off by force. When its Conquest, you are able to keep up with him and stake claim on this planet. 

And when the time comes to battle your father, because that time will come, you are ready to die for your beloveds.  

[intheeveningsunrise]

Hey, so I hate to be That Guy, but if you read this article (which I can't do! Because it's paid! and I refuse to pay for knowledge any more than my student loans! which I also refuse to pay off but that's a different matter) it does actually list the study itself and the conclusions from it.

So the study itself specifically uses the words "Atrophied and unprepared"in the second paragraph of the introduction, and more importantly, it is referencing a paper published in 1983. The actual conclusion of the paper, again linked, is the following:

We surveyed 319 knowledge workers who use GenAI tools (e.g., ChatGPT, Copilot) at work at least once per week, to model how they enact critical thinking when using GenAI tools, and how GenAI affects their perceived effort of thinking critically. Analysing 936 real-world GenAI tool use examples our participants shared, we find that knowledge workers engage in critical thinking primarily to ensure the quality of their work, e.g. by verifying outputs against external sources. Moreover, while GenAI can improve worker efficiency, it can inhibit critical engagement with work and can potentially lead to long-term overreliance on the tool and diminished skill for independent problem-solving. Higher confidence in GenAI’s ability to perform a task is related to less critical thinking effort. When using GenAI tools, the effort invested in critical thinking shifts from information gathering to information verification; from problem-solving to AI response integration; and from task execution to task stewardship. Knowledge workers face new challenges in critical thinking as they incorporate GenAI into their knowledge workflows. To that end, our work suggests that GenAI tools need to be designed to support knowledge workers’ critical thinking by addressing their awareness, motivation, and ability barriers.

We're all for using our critical thinking skills, except when it's about verifying information that we actually agree with, right? This is saying people do use critical thinking, but for verification, and shifting the type of critical thinking they use to make sure it has a place in what they're using it for. This is not the same as "No critical thinking". This is like seeing an electrical fire and someone hands you a bottle of water. You know that you shouldn't use water on an electrical fire, that's why you don't use it - that's your critical thinking step from information you've been given. No critical thinking is like just using the water bottle anyway.

I'm of the opinion that GenAI has no place in the workforce or creative spaces. But let's not lie about what the research actually says.

One of the common mistakes I see for people relying on "AI" (LLMs and image generators) is that they think the AI they're interacting with is capable of thought and reason. It's not. This is why using AI to write essays or answer questions is a really bad idea because it's not doing so in any meaningful or thoughtful way. All it's doing is producing the statistically most likely expected output to the input.

This is why you can ask ChatGPT "is mayonnaise a palindrome?" and it will respond "No it's not." but then you ask "Are you sure? I think it is" and it will respond "Actually it is! Mayonnaise is spelled the same backward as it is forward"

All it's doing is trying to sound like it's providing a correct answer. It doesn't actually know what a palindrome is even if it has a function capable of checking for palindromes (it doesn't). It's not "Artificial Intelligence" by any meaning of the term, it's just called AI because that's a discipline of programming. It doesn't inherently mean it has intelligence.

So if you use an AI and expect it to make something that's been made with careful thought or consideration, you're gonna get fucked over. It's not even a quality issue. It just can't consistently produce things of value because there's no understanding there. It doesn't "know" because it can't "know".

[hugs4jongseong]

❥ His prettiest work - 황현진

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Synopsis • In which you help your best friend with his artist's block by modelling for him.

Pairing • Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader

Warnings • friends to lovers, fluff, hyunjin paints y/n naked, no actual smut but like... You're naked.. kissing him.., hyunjin can't keep his hands to himself, making out, idk if I missed any 😖

W.C. • 1,636 (give or take)

A/N • Hi lovelies >.< Everyone say happy birthday hyunjin!! I hope you all enjoy, this is not edited so keep that in mind if it's not perfect & i apologize for any bad grammar. Thank you for reading! <3

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Of course you know why you're here, but you're not sure of how 'hey, hyune, why don't I just model for you?' turned into stripping your clothing off piece by piece until you're completely bare in front of your own best friend.

Lately you'd noticed that hyunjin just wasn't acting like hyunjin. The poor boy hadn't painted in weeks, and it was clearly affecting him, so, being the kind best friend you are, you offered to model for him. Hyune jumped at the opportunity, taking the idea and running with it.

You were so happy to see hyunjin excited to paint. It was the most passionate he'd been in a while. He had so many ideas, and you let him talk your ear off about everything he had in mind until the two of you finally arranged a few days where he could just sit and paint the one thing he finds the most beautiful: you.

God, he was so in love with you.

So here you are, deliberately posed on a large sofa chair with your legs over one arm of it and your back against the other, head leaning gently against the cushion and hands resting on your tummy. Every now and then he'd get up and walk over to you, delicately running his long, slender fingers over your bare skin to adjust your pose, muttering gentle words of praise as shivers run up your spine.

"You're doing so good, angel. so perfect," Hyunjin hums softly, eliciting a sheepish giggle as a faint blush of pink colors your cheeks.

Sure, at first you felt slightly uncomfortable about being literally naked in front of your best friend, but you quickly got used to it. You trusted him more than anyone in the world, and he treated you with nothing but care and intent, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll.

"This might be my prettiest work, y/n. You're so beautiful," hyunjin says, glancing up from the canvas, a small content smile on his lips. Your heart stutters at his words, he had always been affectionate, he'd always called you sweet names, but right now just feels so intimate. It's as if he's looking past just your body or your face and complimenting your soul.

"Is it almost done?" You frown, looking over at him, almost not wanting your time together to end. He simply gives a small nod, that small smile still evident on his lips.

"Do you wanna come see?" He asks softly, and you quickly nod, eagerly getting up off of the sofa and wrapping a thin silk robe around your body before scampering over to his art station.

When you finally see the painting, your eyes widen and your soft, rose petal-like lips part slightly. It genuinely is a beautiful piece of art, one so pretty that it renders you completely speechless. Hyunjin had perfectly captured your essence, perfectly captured your femininity, perfectly captured everything. He looks up at you and laughs softly "do you like it?"

His words snap you back into reality, letting out a small hum and nodding, still staring at the painting until you feel like you have to physically tear your eyes away from the canvas. "It's gorgeous, hyune. It's so, so pretty," you smile softly, flinging your arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "You're amazing."

Hyunjin lets out a soft, affectionate huff and hugs you back, slender hands snaking around your waist and bunching the fabric of your robe up in his fists at your back as he breathes in your sweet scent. When you pull back, he keeps his hands on your body, moving to rest gently on your beautiful hips that he'd spent so many hours perfecting on a canvas. No matter how accurate or how pretty the painting was, nothing could ever beat the real thing.

"I'm so proud of you, hyunjin," you smile softly and bring your hands up to gently cup his face, running your thumbs over the soft flesh. He smiles up at you before one of his hands leaves your hips to grab one of yours, bringing it to his lips and kissing your palm.

Your heart swells at the sight and you let out a nervous giggle "hyune..."

His smile grows at your reaction, he'd always loved your adorable shy side. "Y/n..." He echos your tone with a grin, interlocking his fingers with yours as his other hand rubs gentle circles into the flesh of your hips with his thumb.

"y/n, do you know how beautiful you are to me?" He asks, his voice just above a whisper. Usually you'd giggle and brush off the compliment, but there was something so different about it. His eyes were wide and almost vulnerable as he looked up at you, gently pulling you closer by your hip. Once again, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

That same gentle blush from earlier returns to your cheeks, sheepishly glancing away from him. He drops your hand and his returns to your hip. "C'mere," he mutters gently pulling you down onto his lap.

Your eyes widen slightly, but you don't try to fight it, letting him guide you down onto his lap. You knew that the line of friendship might've been blurry for the two of you, but you also knew that this wasn't normal behavior. "Hyunjin what are you-"

The man cuts you off with a gentle hum, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to your neck. If you weren't sure before, now you definitely know that this was crossing the line.

His thumbs massage into the meat of your hips and he keeps you firmly still in his lap as his lips begin to travel about your neck, leaving your skin burning in their wake. "Sat so well for me.." the boy beneath you mutters, moving away from your neck to look at you, his eyes, usually so sharp, now soft and sweet as he looks into yours.

"I love you, y/n," hyunjin says softly, and for the moment, you swear your heart stopped. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn a bright shade of pink, the sight bringing a small smile to hyunjin's lips.

"Hyune.. I-" you feel yourself start to stammer "you mean- Like, actually?"

He laughs softly at how flustered you get, his hand coming up to brush hair away from your face as he waits to hear your feelings before going any further.

After a moment of staring at him, stunned, you finally snap out of it, smiling nervously before speaking up ever so softly "I love you too."

His smile grows and, with his hand resting gently on your neck, he comes forward to kiss you. His lips press against yours firmly, the emotion behind the kiss telling you that he'd been waiting a while for this.

His hand stays resting gently at the base of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You melt into the kiss, your lips moving slowly and intently against his, arching your back slightly into him.

His lips start to wander down away from yours, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the small space between your bottom lip and chin, then he peppers a few along your jawline before moving down to your neck. You let out a soft sigh as his lips move passionately against your neck, nipping gently at the flesh.

"hyunjin.." you moan softly, and your hands come up to the back of his neck, keeping his lips on you. He chuckles lowly against your skin, both of his hands now holding your hips, stroking your skin through the thin silk robe.

"loved painting you, darling," he mutters between kisses "your hips... They're so pretty." Then his hands move down to your thighs, rubbing the smooth flesh where the robe had started to fall open. "Mmh, and these legs.."

Hyunjin moves back to look at you, his eyes almost pleading. "Can I see you again? Please?" He speaks softly as his hands run up and down over the slopes of your waist. You giggle at his words, but your heart flutters at how respectful he is.

"you have a perfect painting of me right there, though," you giggle, and you reach teasingly for the strings of your robe.

He's practically pouting at your words. "But it's not the real thing.." he frowns, and the way he's looking at you has you weak.

You giggle as you come down to kiss his jaw, slowly untying your robe until it falls open. You try to make sure that he can't see your face in order to hide any hint of self-consciousness in your eyes, but being the attentive sweetheart he is, he gently hums your name and cups your cheek to get you to look back up at him.

Reluctantly, you lift your head, your cheeks turning a soft shade of red as you watch his eyes roam over your bare body then back up to your face. "Gorgeous girl.." he coos with a gentle smile and leans down to kiss your collarbones, wasting no time to run his hands along your bare skin. "You're stunning... 'm so obsessed with you.."

You feel your entire body heat up, the words making your heart rate accelerate. "Hyunjin.." you say through a breath.

He looks up at you from where he's trailing kisses down to your sternum with a quirked brow. You giggle softly, cupping his face in your hands "you're obsessed with me?"

He nods "terribly obsessed."

You giggle "I love you so much.."

A dumb smile grows on his lips, and you can't help the one that pulls at yours as you come down to kiss him again.

[writingroom21]

Only Fans

Pairing: stepdad!rafe x onlyfans!stepdaughter!reader

Summary: Rafe finds out a new secret about his stepdaughter and can't seem to help himself. Or Topper gives Rafe an accidental present.

Warnings: 18+, smut, reader does onlyfans, use of dildo (reader), spanking, cream pie, reader calls Rafe daddy.

Wc: 2K

“Man if I was in that house I would be taking advantage. She’s just there begging for it with these videos.” Rafe slows down his pace as he hears Topper talk. “Bet she’s imagining him every time she says daddy. Probably hopes he’ll hear her and do something about it.” Kelce laughs agreeing with his friend. Rafe creeps up behind them looking at the phone they are looking at. What he wasn’t prepared to see was his little step-daughter naked on the screen as she sinks down a huge dildo. His brain short-circuits as he watches you bounce up and down. How your pussy perfectly swallows the dildo with ease. Shit. “What the fuck are the two of you watching?”

The phone clatter ons the tiled floor causing the edges of it to crack. “Fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of us.” Topper picks up his phone inspecting it as Kelce clenches his heart. “Are you fucking sexting my step-daughter?” He stalks forward making his friend take a step back. Topper looks at Kelce for help but the other man just gets up and backs out of the room. “No no. It’s her only fans, she makes these videos and posts them on the internet.” Rafe snatches the phone from his hand and looks through it. He can clearly see Topper was on a website and sure enough there's videos of you. Without thinking he sends the website page to himself and tosses the phone back at his friend.

“Delete that account and if you look or talk about her again I’ll kill you.” Rafe rushes to his truck and sits in the front seat with his phone in his hands. Pulling up the website he creates an account and subscribes to you. “Am I really about to do this?” He mumbles to himself before clicking on the first video. There you are in one of his work shirts playing with your pretty pussy. You tease your clit as you smile into the camera giving it a wink as you sink your fingers in. “Fuck daddy you feel so good.” His dick swells in his pants making it uncomfortable as he keeps scrolling. Video after video there you were fucking yourself all while crying out the word daddy.

Having enough he throws the phone on the passenger seat and races home. All he needs to do is get it out of his system. He’ll watch your videos and fuck his fist until the idea of you is out of his mind. Screw Topper for watching that video. Of course he would find your only fans and enjoy your videos. The fact that Topper, his friend, got to see you like this pisses him off. That should have been saved for him. He should have seen you taking each dildo, watching as you slowly work your way to something that stretches you out for him. But the thing that infuriates him is that you are posting this for others to see. Thankfully every video is solo so he didn’t have to see you fucking someone else.

He slams his truck into park and practically runs into the house. It wasn’t until he was passing your room that the plans divot. Your bedroom door is wide open displaying as you lay on your back with your hand shoved in your panties. You have headphones in so you probably didn’t hear him and your eyes are closed so you can’t see him. He should walk into his room and jerk off to the image of this. Create some scenario where you get on your knees and suck him off. But he’s not that type of man. No he’s the type to walk into your room, lock the door, and climb on your bed next to you. Your eyes snap open at the shift of weight. “Rafe oh my god.” The clunky headphones fall on the bed and he can hear a male's voice.

“Who are you talking to?”The corners of your eyes crinkle. “No I.” You close your mouth and try to move to the edge. He only takes that as a sign to move closer, his hand finding your thigh. “Who is it?” His grip tightens and he pulls you to him. The bed sheets ruffle underneath you as you try to make space. “It’s an audiobook.” Now that was new. Picking up the headphones he takes a listen. A low chuckle comes from him from what he hears causes you to feel embarrassed. “Is that what you think of when you fuck yourself for those videos?” Your eyes widen even more but something in the way he looks at you makes you bold.

“No, I think about you. Wishing you would finally fuck me the way I want.” A huge smile spreads across his face. Now on his hands and knees, Rafe climbs over you. Your back lands on the mattress as his body hovers, barely touching you but enough to drive you insane. “Should’ve just found me baby. Would’ve shown you what a real man feels like.” He emphasizes the point by grinding his hard dick on your thigh. Instinctively your thighs open to welcome him in. You love the way his jeans feel rubbing against your panties. The ridge of the zipper grazes your clit with the slow rocks of his hips. Blue eyes are trained on yours waiting for you to say something.

“Show me.” The words are softer than you intended. “Show me, please Rafe.” Leaning back he watches you breathing heavily. His right pointer finger trails a path from the base of your throat all the way down to the hem of your lace pink panties. He snaps the band, marveling at the way you shut your eyes in pleasure. Allowing him to do whatever he wants. He gets up from the bed ripping the panties off of you in the process. “Why don’t you show me how you think about me? Go fuck yourself on one of your dildo’s.” Your eyes flash brightly at the idea. 

When you first started posting you loved all the comments you would get. Seeing how much someone wanted you turned you on. But the thought of Rafe watching you makes you the horniest you’ve ever been. While also making you super nervous. He makes his way to the end of the bed. Fingers wrap around your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed, forcing you off and to your dresser.

How does he know where your dildo’s are?

He sits down as you grab your favorite one. It’s long but mostly girthy so it stretches you out just the way you like it. The suction cup grips the floor making a noise when you get it in place. Next you grab a bottle of lube. You squirt some on the tip and spread it making sure to make eye contact with him. Your eyes glaze over watching as he pulls his pants down and palms his cock. Shit. Just by looking at him you can tell he’s going to feel amazing. It’s a good thing you picked this dildo since Rafe is like the perfect mirror image of it. There’s a small twitch in his eye almost making you flutter. “Where’d you get that?” You sink down on it, enjoying how it fills you with a delicious burn.

“Was mailed to me at school. A gift I guess.” You don’t really care who sent it. All you know is that it’s the best dick you’ve gotten and that includes real life. Everything about it drives you crazy, especially the large vein going from the tip to base. It feels so good when it rubs against your g-spot. Slowly you bounce on it, your tits bouncing along with you. There’s a drop of precum that falls from his tip. You lick your lips wishing you had him in your mouth. Your heart rate picks up when he stands and walks over to you. This is the moment where he makes you suck him off. Well that was what you were hoping for. What you didn’t expect was for him to pull up by your hair and drag you to the bed. 

He shoves you face first over the edge and gets right behind you. The tip of his dicks swipes up and down slicking himself up with your juices. “Wanna hear a secret?” He’s teasing your entrance with his tip, barely pushing it in before pulling back. You whine out a what, locking your ankles around his back so he can’t fully leave. “You’ve been fucking yourself with a mold of me.” A while back Topper came up with the great idea of Rafe making a mold of his dick for your mom. He didn’t want to do it but his friend had convinced him it would benefit their sex life. Which at that point and still is none existent. Topper handled everything so now Rafe gets why your mom never said anything. He just thought she didn’t care and he wasn’t going to fight over something stupid.

“What!” You scream as he shoves fully inside you. You feel full, the same fullness you just had when you straddle your dildo. Oh fuck he was right. “Fucking Topper must have thought it was funny.” He starts thrusting furiously, spearing into your g-spot with each thrust. “He convinced me to make one of those molds. Didn’t know he sent it to you… got you nice and ready for me though. Might have to thank him.” Your ass bounces as his thrusts increase in pace. There’s a glaze film over his eyes as he looks down at you. A glob of spit falls directly where he enters you. A loud slap echoes the room followed by a loud moan from you.

His hand rubs the bright red handprint forming on the globe of your ass. “Finally got the real thing and can’t even speak.” His right arm lifts up to swat your ass again in the same spot. “Oh god.” A deep laugh comes from his chest, his fingers pulling at the ends of your hair. Tsking, he pulls a bit harder. “That’s not what you usually say.” He grips your hair at your scalp pulling you up-forcing his phone camera in your face. “Come on, princess, say what we both want to hear.” Burning liquid circles your veins as you orgasim peaks and you scream out. “DADDY.” A hard thrust praises you. “Daddy just like that. Please cum I want to feel you.” His grip on your hair shifts to your neck as he records your face. 

“Yeah? Wanna feel your daddy fill you up?” Rafe leans back pushing you back to have your face shoved in the sheets. The phone pans over to where he is essentially destroying your pussy. “Please daddy, cum in me please.” His nails dig into your back as he holds you down so he can fill you up. Slowly his hips come to a halt making sure to keep you plugged up. Shifting back, he adjusts the camera to catch the way his cum drips out of you. His thumb catches some, smearing it on your clit before shoving the finger back in you. Rafe pulls back, stopping the video and sucking his thumb in his mouth.

You watch him over your shoulder hoping he’ll do something else. Just then the front door slams. “I’m making chili tonight!” Your mom yells as she makes her way through the house. She talks to herself as you turn to face Rafe, your stepdad who just fucked the shit out of you. There’s a big smile on his face and he starts to back away. He sends you a wink right before he leaves you in your room wondering how you can act normal around him again. A few hours later you’re scrolling on tik tok when you get a notification. Looking you see it’s from Rafe and something flutters inside you. There’s a video with you at the forefront of it all.

Go on and post that baby. Want your followers to see how well your daddy treats you.

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