#he makes me so sad i want to punch a hole in my wall

[z0m-bunny]

ok but imagine how scared he probably was. He thought he was doing a good thing.

[suguann]

✎. simon will do this, if it makes johnny feel better.

tags. fem!reader, established relationship (simon/reader), threesome, double penetration in one hole, slight size kink, dirty talk [18+ only]

featuring. simon, soap

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Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. Anybody will tell you: he can be a real nice guy when he wants to be.

And you don’t mind the extra company or another mouth to feed, that the flowers in the vase you put on the counter were meant for someone else, how Johnny gets flirty after his fourth beer, or— 

“Fuck, love,” Simon grunts into your shoulder when he finally eases his cock into you beside Johnny’s. “I guess you can take it like a champ, after all.”

But you hardly hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and the creaky mattress below your knees.

Johnny thumbs away your tears while you tremble above him, cupping your face to pull you into a kiss so you have something to focus on other than the feeling of being split down the middle—it takes an extra amount of effort not to clench down when you already feel like you’re about to break in two.

“Look at you,” Johnny mumbles against your lips. “Never thought you’d really let me do this.”

Then he pulls out, slick heat gripping him the whole way, and pushes deeper inside, punching a shaky breath out of you. 

He and Simon are in perfect sync, keeping you full while the other drags his cock out, only to fill you up again. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are—at how much you like it—a hazy cloud settling over you as they use you for their pleasure.

Because Johnny’s sad, and you have a thing for making people happy.

Simon sucks little possessive marks into your shoulder and across your spine, murmuring filthy praise against your skin that consists of “sweetest and tightest pussy, my perfect little fucktoy” and “so fucking pretty.”

“That’s it.” Johnny’s voice is low and strained, barely heard above the loud squelching between your legs, but he sighs it into your mouth as he slowly comes apart. “Fuck—ah—you feel so good.”

A hand dips between you to press against your belly, where you can feel them, hot and heavy against your walls, making you squeal as a little ball of warmth travels down to your toes and all the way to the tips of your fingers. Simon fists your hair, tugging you away from Johnny so you’re looking up at him upside down. 

“So greedy that you needed two cocks to fill this soft little cunt, huh?”

You whine, unable to form an actual response outside of a few jumbled syllables, but a slap against your ass makes you whisper a shuddered yes.

He tells you to open your mouth before he spits onto your awaiting tongue, some of it hitting your cheek. When you swallow obediently, he smears what doesn’t make it across your lips with the thick pad of his thumb. 

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he sneers, at odds with the soft way he kisses your cheek and reverently chokes on your name. Neither of you hear Johnny groaning under you as you clench down hard at the possessiveness in his voice—because at the feel of his wedding band pressing against your throat like a brand, how can you forget?

Simon doesn’t share, but this, he’ll do. Just this once because you’re already his, and he wants Johnny to know what it’s like to have a woman like you.

[angelicpoison12]

he comes with knives ⌖⋆｡°✩

he's sooo whipped for you. but he's scared he'll hurt you.

word count: 1.4K

tags: hookup, porn w/ feelings, p in v, fondling, steamy makeout, the suit stays ON during sex !!, creampie, against the wall, afab!reader, gn!reader, MFA, pansexual Deadpool (canon)

NSFW, 18+ ⍟

THERE ARE NO DEADPOOL 3: DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS!

some would call him dumb for this. maybe even idiotic (even though they both meant the same thing), but hey, you were cute! could you blame him? 

if you’re wondering what the external dialogue is talking about, it's about the situation that the infamous Deadpool is in right now. yes, you had Wade Wilson, the Merc with a mouth, fucking you like it was his last hour on Earth. he was a magnet for holes. if there was a hole, there was a goal-you get it, right? 

what’s odd about this little arrangement that you both have, is that he doesn’t want to share. he dislikes knowing that you’re not officially his if that makes sense. he just aches to have you by his side every night. but that’s dumb. he hasn’t loved anyone since, well, Vanessa.  

Vanessa. even hearing her name, saying it, or hearing a voice that’s familiar to it makes him visibly regret everything he did to her. he doesn’t want to hurt you like that. so, it's safe to keep your little rendezvous to a minimum, even if that means trying to hide the dirty little curse of love that you’d caused him to feel again. 

he had his mask lifted just enough for your lips to press to his. you decided to take him right on top of the Empire State Building. i mean, go big or go home, right? besides, Blind Al had a sneaky link as of a week ago, and you both didn’t really wanna fuck around with that. 

“fuck, Wade,”  you moaned, your head pressed against the wall, letting his lips press to your neck. you felt his gloved hands caress your chest, then squeeze your hips, teeth tugging on the skin of your delicate neck.  “you’re fucking perfect.”  Deadpool nearly growled. he sounded like he was holding himself back, the fear of hurting you in the back of his muddled mind. he was going to take you and take as much as he could get, like a starved animal left for dead. that’s kind of what Deadpool was, the more he thought about you. your love kind of picked him out of the gutter like a stray cat.  

you squeaked when Deadpool cut through your shirt, exposing your smooth chest.  “relax. i wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, baby.”  he cooed, lovingly pecking your cheek, making you feel a small bit of scar tissue against the corner of your mouth.  you gasped when his knife cut through your shorts, just enough to get to the goods. you pouted and punched his shoulder.  "fucker... those were my favorite, y’know.”  you spoke with a sense of despair. but the sadness quickly evaporated from your voice when Deadpool shoved his hand into your shorts, feeling your arousal. he pressed your lips together again, tongues messy, drool running down your chins as his thumb and forefinger felt you up and down. 

“you’re warm... warm and wet. leaking. for me,”  Deadpool whispered into your lips, being oddly gentle. he was usually rough and taking what he wanted. tonight, he wanted to spare it. To savor you. to feel you come apart slowly, as if... he’d never see you again.  

fuck. he really didn’t wanna think like that right now, but it kind of clouded his mind. Deadpool had a terrible habit of letting thoughts come at the worst times.  “Wade?”  your voice made him perk up, white silhouettes of the mask where his eyes laid soft. you swore you could see them growing glossy.  “hey, hey, what’s wrong?”  you asked, tenderly cupping his mask. he flinched a little, making you put your hands down to his chest.  “we don’t have to if you don’t want to, Wade.”  you began, but he shook his head, managing to say,  “no, it’s... no, fuck. it’s not that. it’s not that at all, i promise, baby.”  "then what’s wrong? you zoned out big time.” 

Deadpool took a deep breath.   “i’m sorry. really, i am. i haven’t been honest with you,”  when he saw how panicked you looked, he was quick to clarify.  “i’m not fucking anyone else! don’t worry baby, your pretty little body clings to me way too well for me to give it up, i promise.”  he said with a wink, making you giggle and relax a little. Deadpool swallowed, growing serious once more, his hands on your bare pectorals.  “the truth is... i don’t want to hurt you. you’re too fucking good for me, and-” 

you cut him off with a searing hot kiss. 

as you pulled away from the kiss, you whispered to him,  “Wade, honey... i couldn’t give two shits about that right now. i just want you and i want you here with me in the now, okay? just... please, i love you, okay? nobody else. i’m yours.” 

when he heard you say ‘i’m yours’, it was enough to make him groan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. you swore you could feel him blushing through the mask, and the heat of his cheeks made your heart flutter.   “okay. okay, in the moment, gotcha. so... think ineed to prep you, or-?”  you laughed at the suddenness of his bold exterior, but nodded, nonetheless.  “don’t worry. i'm wet.”  you said, putting his fingers in your underwear just to attest to that, making Deadpool bite his lower lip to suppress a primal groan. 

“fuck... you’re so fucking wet. hold on, lemme,”  he began, starting to undo the brown belt of his suit. you pressed your back against the wall, letting Deadpool hoist a leg over his shoulder, pressing you further into the cold concrete.  “you good, babe?”  he asked, making you nod. he pecked your lips, and you mewled when his cockhead rubbed up and down your sopping cunt.  “c’monnnn, Wadeeee..”  you whined, squirming in a feverish manner. he smirked at you, pulling his mask back down fully. hey, the suit stayed on during sex. neither of you complained, especially since he had a zipper for easy access to the goodies.  

“hey, hey, give me a minute babe, yeah? i’m trying to do some bonding with your sweet little pussy.”  Deadpool said, shamelessly grinding into you, purposely missing your hole.  when you arched your back, he slid inside of you, making you both let out loud moans. Deadpool didn’t have the energy to be mad at you; he had been waiting for this for far too long. 

“fuck, still tight. just as good as i remember,”  he chuckled, starting to grind his hips back and forth, allowing his cock to drag against the silky walls of your fluttering kitty. your arms wrapped around his neck, and he grabbed your other leg, pinning it beside your head. you didn’t even know your body had the ability to be so flexible, and you also knew it was going to fucking kill you for this position. but it felt way too good, too good to stop for sure. 

you felt your climax impending, but Deadpool was being torturous. he’d go fast, then slow, pick up the pace, and do it all over again. he was fully aware of what he was doing. he wanted you nearly melting, your brain a puddle of mush before he’d let you release.  “aw, my poor baby. you’re just aching. so swollen,”  he moaned in your ear, a hand going down, his thumb tenderly rolling over your clitoris. you let out an involuntary sob, your entire body quivering. you were so fucking close. you knew that Deadpool had you right where he wanted you. he leaned in close, headbutting your neck, whispering in your ear,  “go ahead and cum for me, baby. go on, let go. i've got you.” 

that was all you needed. you were cumming, your walls spasming and squeezing, sucking his length in like starved quicksand. Deadpool groaned, his hips stuttering, thrusts growing desperate.  “oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck-your pussy’s too fucking good, holy fuck!”  Deadpool almost hollered. his hands were holding your legs, his breath able to be felt against your nose through the fibers of his mask. you felt his cock twitch, then the soft seeping sensation of wetness inside of you, making you squirm weakly. 

Deadpool continued to hold you, going slow as he put your legs down. he laid flat on his back, still inside of you as you laid on top of him, legs on opposite sides of his hips. he couldn’t stop nuzzling you, whispering soft words that were tender and full of love. 

he wanted to give it a second chance. even if it meant making a few mistakes with you, too.  

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my sweet little snowflake buddies!

@6esiree, @frxstwalker

[bhaalstemple]

i finished the game and veilguard was a disappointment lol

spoilers below

the way they butchered solas' character by just making him be led by the memory of mythal; no self-righteousness, savior complex, it was all done bc he wanted to honor mythal

why are the venatori worshipping elgar'nan and not a single elf. ????

how they made mythal far more important than lavellan to solas to the point for a moment i thought she was solas' ex (thank god it was clarified at the end she was only "solas' oldest friend")

the companions are so... lifeless. cheers to bellara for being the only one that feels like an actual human being and not an agglomeration of bad executed tropes (even if at the beginning she was)

the way mythal didn't end up being a villain, when she actively abused and groomed solas (and also morrigan btw) and it made all the sense in the world because she yearned for a reckoning and bring her revenge, a thing she has yearned for and been planning for a millennia because her anger is that strong... but no she just gave it up

the way morrigan's themes of parental abuse (breaking the cycle of abuse) go to shit after she embraced mythal's memories like.... as someone who has also an abusive mother that i broke contact with this made me want to fucking scream lol

morrigan's character also doesn't sound like her AT ALL, why is this woman smiling and being cocky, she's a scholar, a professional, a woman who carries knowledge that burdens her and trauma at the hands of a mother who should've cared for her. and how protective she was a kieran shows how private she is. what the hell. she would not be THAT friendly with strangers lol

and mythal being the only one who truly could change solas' mind at the end (just thinking abt it makes me want to punch a hole in the wall) + the anticlimactic departure of lavellan to the fade with solas is so fucking bad; because of the message it gives (this world is not worth-living for + a woman should spend the rest of her life and sacrificing herself for a man who put another random woman before her) and its joyless execution

if you get any other ending, the inquisitor doesn't even appear. lmfao. bye.

and lets not talk about the post-ending credits scene bc thats actually the thing that i hated the most. it makes all the themes and writing of bioware completely meaningless lol

the funny thing is that i have known for years where would bioware go with dragon age's story and 95% of my theories were correct, but me, someone who is not a writer, would've made a far more compelling story respecting dragon age's themes and nuance. i even predicted that mythal abused and groomed solas, but they executed it so badly that i can't believe these people get paid to write stories lmfao

i literally feel so betrayed, so hollow, so sad, i don't know what to do. i literally just uninstalled veilguard after finishing it. i spent 10 years imagining how the story would go, but id never imagine it would be THIS BAD.

the books, the content, so well-crafted, and so well-executed, just to make a stupid game that breaks all of its themes and leaves them meaningless. what the hell was happening in bioware when all the side-content has so much complexity and nuance (mostly tevinter nights), what happened lmao

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Never felt so...

John Egan X Reader

Summary: John's letter to his girlfriend...

Warning: Sad/ talk about death/ kissing./ crying/

Word count: 800 words.

Dear Y/n,

My darling I miss you so much, I’ve been in this camp for so long now, I’ve lost track of time. Recently, I’ve been thinking about my life a lot. That German officer said something that got stuck in my mind. He said that you’re going to remember the last time you’ve never felt so, and he got cut off by a gun shot. I’ve been thinking about the time I never felt so loved in my life. A moment comes to my mind, it was the night before I got shipped away. We danced together all night and the way you looked at me is still stuck in my mind. I think about it constantly. That’s the night I knew that all the love songs were about you. It’s true what they say: Distance makes you love harder. Because I love you so much. You will forever be my always. When I think about that night, I know that I’ve never felt so loved.

Yours, Bucky.

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His cheeks were hurting from smiling this much. Dancing with her was the best thing in the hole world. She was beautiful, like art. Her laugh filled his ears, it was the best sound he ever heard. ‘’I’ll miss you so much’’ she whispered in his ear. He trapped her in a hug as they looked around the room, they were the last one, the band were the only people left in the room. ‘’Why are you whispering, darling?’’ he asked her. ‘’Because I’m afraid that if I speak too loudly, you’ll forget what I said. You tend to listen more when I whisper’’ she smiles. John smiled even more. ‘’John, like breathing, loving you is the most natural feeling I’ve ever known. You’re my person’’ she said against his lips. When their lips touched, it felt like home. Their soul found their home. John Egan never loved anyone more than he loved her, and he’d never felt so loved before.

Dear Y/n,

I just had another moment thinking about the quote from the German prick. It was when I learned that Buck ‘died’ in that moment, in that red cabin in London, I’ve never felt so low. You know what he means to me, but to learn that he went down was a punch to the stomach. We thought we were invincible, so to know that he went down was like watching the superhero lose a fight. So that’s the moment where, I’ve never felt so low. I love you my dear.

Yours, Bucky.

-

All alone in that telephone box, breathing the pain away. His brain couldn’t understand what just happened. How could Gale Cleven go down? It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. It was a trick to get him back on the base. Buck was alive, he was going to be waiting for him at the base. His brain couldn’t function properly, John didn’t want to believe the fact that his best friend was dead. He was in pure denial, he can’t die. Bucky felt like he was being punched in the stomach, he was out of breath. All of his happy thoughts with his friend went through his mind. He couldn’t be dead, but is he was the Germans were going to regret it. He never felt so low before.

Dear Y/n,

I’m sorry that this paper is filled with tears. I’m so alone. I never felt so alone. I don’t even know if this letter will come to you. I’m currently in a German prison, I got captured and I’m alone in my cell. I’m alone. I’m going crazy, I’ve been gone for far too long, I forgot the sound of your voice. I’m crying because I’m tired, because I miss you, because my best friend is dead and I’m crying because I’m alone. I don’t know who I’m going to be when I come home, but I’m not going to be the man you knew. All alone, in this cell, I don’t know how long I can hold on, I’ll fight for you; to get back to you. But it’s so hard… I’ve never felt so alone…

-

He’d been crying for a while. The letter was in his coat pocket, he wanted to send it to her, but he didn’t know when. Looking around, he noticed the drawings on the walls. All the men that were there before him had draw on the wall, so he decided to do the same, he took out his pocketknife and started to draw on the wall. He drew two people hugging each other, he drew inside one of the people. For him, it was Y/n and him. When he finished, he looked at his art, crying again. He’d never felt so…

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: reader has been having a hard time, and with staying with the triplets, it’s only a matter of time beside they start asking questions.

Warnings: kind of a sad background for reader, mentions of parent reader fight (dad), Chris has a crush on reader, friends to lovers (eventually), fluff

Part One

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It’s been a week since you called Chris in the middle of the night. He’s had a crush on you forever, so of course he answered your call at two a.m.

He snapped awake and answered, voice still groggy, “Y/n. It’s two a.m. wha-“ he stops when he hears you crying, “Whoa. Hey. What’s happening right now?”

You gasp out, “m-my fuck-ing.. dad.” You say between cries, “kicked.. m-me out.”

“Where are you?” Chris asks sitting up, “I’ll go get Matt up.” He stands up, throwing on a pair of shorts as he listens to you trying to calm down so you can tell him where you are.

He rushes do Matt’s room yelling so loud that he woke up Nick, too, “Matt! Matt! C’mon. Wake up.” Matt groans and rolls over, “What the fuck, Chris!?”

“We have to go pick up y/n. Her dad kicked her out!”

And with that, Matt and Nick were both dressed and out to the car with Chris still on the phone with you. When they pulled up, you got in and they were all in their usual seats.

Immediately after shutting the door, you fall into nicks opens arms, sobbing against his chest, “Hey.” Nick says softly, “You’re safe, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

As much as Chris appreciates Nick comforting you, he can’t help but chew on his bottom lip as he throws his hood up, staring out the window as Matt drives you back to their house.

That was the last time you talked about it. You mainly stayed in the spare room most of the day, only coming out to get a drink or to sneak to the bathroom.

Your eyes move to the clock that’s on the nightstand.

05:23 PM

You let out a sigh, listening to Self Care by Mac Miller play once again. You’ve had it on loop all day. For some reason, you just really felt like you needed it to play.

There’s a soft knock on your door and you sit up, “Yeah?” You watch as the door opes and Chris walks in, “We’re probably going to get pizza for dinner, if that’s okay?”

You smile slightly, nodding as you reach over to pause the song, “Yeah, that’s fine.” He nods, looking around the floor for a few seconds before he looks back at you, “Are you okay?”

You stop breathing for a second, nodding, “Yeah.” You sigh quietly and Chris crosses his arms, “Alright.. I’m just making sure because I kept hearing Mac each time I passed the door and it just so happens to be the same song I listen to when I’m upset with stuff so..yeah.”

His words shock you.

You manage to muster up enough strength to speak, “It is?” He gives you a nod and you can feel the tears brewing because you want to tell someone how loud your dad screamed at you, the holes in the wall that he made by punching them.

He closes the door fully and walks over, “You can talk to me, I’m not gonna say anything unless you want me to.”

Your eyes meet his and that’s when you break, leaning into him, his arms wrap around you. You lay your forehead against his neck and just start telling him everything as you cry.

He plants gently kisses to your forehead and calms you down each time you get worked up.

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[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Genteiban DVD Translation ☽ Mini Drama I (Kou, Subaru, Laito)

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD 限定版 SPECIAL DISK II Mini Drama I Voiced by Kimura Ryōhei (Kou), Kondō Takashi (Subaru), Hirakawa Daisuke (Laito) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (thank you @uzi-boozii for providing the audio!)

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I'm back with another anime mini drama! This one's the first one of the three More,Blood mini drama CDs, featuring Kou, Subaru, and Laito. I can't stress enough that I love these 'behind-the-scenes' kind of CDs... and how sad I am that Ruki didn't get the exposure his character deserved in the mini drama he appears in (which is coming later...) ( -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ )=3

Anyway, next up is the More,Blood mini drama featuring Yuma, Shuu, and Reiji! Have fun listening and reading along ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[This drama takes place after Subaru and Kou have their moment with Yui on the roof of the academy building.]

00:00 Subaru: Tch! Fuck, this is bullshit.

Laito: Ooh… Subaru. What were you doing on the rooftop terrace? 

S: That’s none of your business.

[Laito sniffs the air.]

L: This scent… is Bitchlet’s.

[Subaru is startled.]

L: Hmm… I see. Subaru, you were doing naughty things with Bitchlet on that roof! Everyone’s been starving ever since she left. To keep her all to yourself like that… That’s just mean.

S: That’s bullshit!

[Subaru punches a wall, debris falling to the floor.]

S: Fuck! You’re pissing me off.

L: Ah, you’ve punched a hole in the wall again… Someone’s cranky today. Or are you perhaps a bit too turned on after tasting Bitchlet’s blood again? Hehe.

S: I’m not.

L: Then I suppose you’re upset that the Mukamis took her away from us?

S: I just can’t stand them.

L: But the fact that Bitchlet’s coming to school with them… she must be living with them, right? She’s kept hostage in that house, letting those guys do whatever they want with her from dusk ‘till dawn… The four of them share her, take turns biting her… or maybe they all bite her all at the same time? Hehe.

S: Shut up.

L: At first she’ll resist, but eventually she’ll offer her body to them… Oh, I wonder about the faces she makes when they feed on her, the pleasurable noises that must spill from her lips… Ah, it’s just too much…

S: I told you to shut up!

[Subaru shoves Laito.]

02:09 L: Oh, Subaru, don’t get so upset!

S: Fuck off! Do you think she wants to be their plaything?

L: Hehe. I wonder. People need change, I guess, and having a good time with them might stimulate her a little. However…

S: Heh. So you’re alright with those Mukami bastards taking her away?

L: Oh, no, not at all! Subaru, you’re so thickheaded.

S: Tch. Watch your words.

L: There’s nothing wrong with making the best out of a situation, right? That’s why I always try to put my personal enjoyment first. Well, I think I’ll go take a sip of her as well. She’s still on the rooftop, isn’t she?

S: No, you should leave her be.

L: Huh, why? Isn’t it a bit unfair that you’re the only one getting to enjoy her?

S: She’s still with him.

L: Who? Oh, I see… So that’s why you were upset, Subaru. Mukami Kou’s the one pleasuring her up there…

S: Ugh.

L: First, you took her blood, Subaru, and now he’s biting her too. Ah, I wonder how she’s feeling right now…

S: Motherfucker…

L: Someone else’s fangs are piercing her skin right now… Heh. How arousing.

S: Go get turned on somewhere else, you fucking pervert.

04:01 L: Huh? Don’t you want to come with me, Subaru?

S: Fuck off! Leave me alone.

[Subaru walks away.]

L: Well, I suppose Subaru has said it before.

It’s no fun hogging resources. I think I’ll go say ‘hi’ to Bitchlet…

[Laito goes to the rooftop and sees Kou.]

L: Ooh, wait a minute—she’s unconscious! If you keep feeding on her like that, she’ll die, you know.

Kou: What’s this all of a sudden? This is none of your business. We’re taking good care of our little Masochistic Kitten… in our own way, that is.

L: You’re saying that, but her face is white as a sheet. You Mukamis get pretty rough when you feed, don’t you?

K: That’s not something I want to hear from you Sakamaki scum. Besides, I’m not the only one who bit her just now.

L: You mean Subaru?

K: Yeah, yeah. Subaru was more violent than I was, so you might want to tell him off instead.

L: So that means you just stood by as he took Bitchlet from you…

K: Don’t misunderstand. I purposely handed her over. Subaru wanted her so badly, but he’s too shy to just be honest and say so. I felt a little bad for him, is all.

L: Hmm.

[Laito walks over to Yui.]

L: Even then… Heh. You’re pretty naughty yourself.

K: Huh?

L: You covered up Subaru’s bite marks with your own. Your desire to monopolise her is on full display.

06:04 K: And how are those two things connected?

L: Something precious was taken away from you and it made you sad. You used to be human, so I suppose you’re subject to those cliched emotions.

K: Stop it. You’re imagining things. You know that we were once human, though…

L: I could tell by your scent. Besides, you seem to need Bitchlet for something. What are you scheming? You guys reek of suspicion.

K: You’re awfully good at sticking your nose in other people’s business, Laito. Well, you’ll find out soon enough.

L: Hmm. I’ll just have to kill some time until then. But hey, Bitchlet’s still out like a light. Just when I thought the three of us could have a good time together….

K: Oh, wow. Are you really alright with this?

L: Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy seeing her writhe in agony because of my fangs. I just wanted to see her writhing because of someone else’s, for once.

K: Seems like you’re the one that’s fucked up…

L: Don’t kill her, though. I was looking forward to playing with her again when you guys are done with her.

K: You really are a pervert. It’s disgusting. Just what I expect from an aristocratic brat. And as I said before, I assure you we won’t kill her.

L: So if you kill her, you can’t fulfil your plans. Is that it?

K: Wouldn’t you like to know?

L: Oh, well. Be careful, though. You’re not the only ones after her blood. There are vampires out there who are quite upset about their parched throats. Hehe.

08:08 K: You say that as if you don’t have anything to do with it.

L: Hmm… That’s not entirely true, either. I just don’t think it’s fun when she’s continuously passed around like that. I’ll have to wait for her a little longer, but I’ll be sure to enjoy myself in the meantime. Hehe.

[Laito walks off.]

K: You’re only now behaving like you have all the time in the world…

[Kou walks over to Yui and lifts her up.]

K: Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Until I become Adam, that is. And I will become Adam. If only to prove myself to the man who gave me my freedom. Right, my little kitten?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for laughing at my conservative uncle?

This is an incident that made half of my family go no/low contact with each other, and some still think I was an asshole for it (I think I wasn't), but I wanna get tumblr's perspective. I was 24(F) when this happened, my uncle was 58.

Thanksgiving 2021 my family wanted a big weekend long get together after not being able to do Thanksgiving in 2020 due to lockdowns. Family members took time off work and drove in from out of state so we could all hang out from Thursday to Sunday.

We all have that one uncle who spends every family event saying the most out there racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic/whatever shit, and mine I feel is worse than most. He has some truly shitty takes like "It should be legal to hunt the homeless for sport", and "If a woman doesn't wanna get raped she should get married at like 16 and never go anywhere without her husband," and "If I ever saw a man pretending to be a woman I would kill him with my bare hands, and most of this nation would agree with me". Truly a piece of shit. Meanwhile my family knows I am extremely progressive, so they do their best to keep me and my uncle separate during family events or else it could (and has in the past) lead to shouting matches.

But here's the thing: I would happily avoid him and not talk to him during get togethers, but he loves arguing. He seeks me out. He'll follow me to the bathroom and bring up transphobic things happening in the news. He'll get up from the dinner table to walk over to me and shove an news article about Trump in my face. If he sees me enter the room he'll start talking LOUDLY about his political opinions. He WANTS to argue with me, and the family considers it my duty to ignore him and calls me an asshole when I engage, because that's just giving him what he wants. But he somehow never gets called out for hounding me, because "that's just how he is".

So it's Thanksgiving 2021. And maybe it's because of the therapy, or maybe it's just because I'm getting tired of avoiding him, or maybe it's the lockdowns that eroded my social graces, but I see him spot me from across the room and get that "ohhh I'm gonna make her sooooo mad" little glint in his eye and start to make his way over, and I don't find it infuriating anymore. I find it deeply funny that this divorced, no job, no bitches, deadbeat dad, that everyone secretly hates, has decided the only way he can get a drop of serotonin in his sad miserable life that HE ruined all by himself, is to turn to reactionary politics in a desperate attempt to get a rise out of his niece.

He starts in on the regular vile transphobic shit (I don't need to repeat it we've heard it all before, imagine the worst anti-trans rhetoric you've ever heard and yup. That's what he was saying) and I don't try to counter his points like I usually do. I just laugh. He keeps going, looking more and more puzzled, and I keep laughing.

He thinks I didn't hear him right. No no, I heard it all, and it was funny. He decides I must be too triggered to speak. No I promise, I'm having the time of my life. He guesses I'm not as smart as I think I am then, if I can't come up with a good counterpoint. Oh I'm plenty smart, and you're plenty hilarious.

Long story short he gets madder and madder that I won't engage until he's red faced and yelling. Family members are trying to calm him down and telling me to stop. I don't. I'm not mad that they're again blaming me for the interaction when I was just standing there and HE came up to ME, it's just really funny at that point. Really funny that the entire family walks on eggshells to protect his precious feelings when they could just laugh in his face like I am. My uncle punches a hole in my grandmother's wall and storms off cussing. The mood of the entire Thanksgiving weekend is ruined, and even my most left leaning family members think I'm an asshole because I KNOW how he is and I should have just walked away.

Should I have just walked away to save everyone's Thanksgiving weekend?

What are these acronyms?

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || two

there are written parts :)

warning: mentions of parental abuse (emotional), mental breakdown, blood

her move into her new shared apartment was fairly quick, considering all her stuff were still in boxes at minghao's house.

"luckily you found a new place the same week jun is moving in with me." - minghao

"my only friend abandoned me for his boyfriend. i'm so sad." - yn

he dropped a box into her arms. "i'd have let you stay longer, you know? but luckily my friend wonwoo had a room free."

"how do you know him anyways?" - yn

"we were schoolmates from high school all the way to college. he studied computer science in university so we split up." - minghao

"so what do all your friends do now?" - yn

"seungcheol is a rapper under woozi's production label. jeonghan is a model. joshua owns a company that makes jewellery. jun is an actor, hoshi is a dancer/choreographer." - minghao

"i've met hoshi before, right?" - yn

"while he was drunk, yes. wonwoo is a gaming streamer, woozi is a music producer and co-owns an entertainment company with hoshi. mingyu is a celebrity chef. dokyeom is a florist and a theatre actor. seungkwan is a model and a show host, and vernon is a model. dino is a soloist under woozi and hoshi's company." - minghao

"ah. so you all have faces blessed by genetics... great." - yn

amid her rant, she could feel herself begin to cry. where did it all go wrong? she was just a girl who wanted to be an artist. she didn't ask to not be "pretty" according to her mother.

she was a child born to be an experiment. her parents experimented with parenting on her. she was the 1.0 -- the start but never the finish.

in her rage, she threw her phone at the wall and punched a hole in her sculpture. but before she could succumb to her pain and just cry... her phone chimed.

"well, that was weird..." he muttered to himself, but he started his stream anyways.

gam3boiftw: HE'S BACCKKKKK

wonwoono.1fan: life update!!!!!!

"you want a life update? okay. so this streaming site decided to take 30% of my earnings every stream, and my apartment's rent went up so i've been busy dealing with that. it's okay now though. seollie is still very healthy... and i may be doing a vlog when i meet up with my friends next week. that's it."

gamegamebo1: play valorant.

gam3boiftw: no he should play a relaxing game

wonwo0o0o0o: nah he should play a gacha game.

"i'll play a few rounds of valorant... then maybe cookie run kingdom if it's not too late. don't blame me if i lose because i'm rusty."

-

obviously, he won all the games he played.

fbwovbero: no move the tree left some more. align it with the train

rebveornvp: no move it to the right!

"chill i know what i'm do-"

"OH FUCK!!"

a sudden shout from the room opposite his scares the daylights out of him.

gam3boiftw: wtf was that?!?!??!

fkbnenveln: help??!??!?!

"sorry i think that was my neighbour. let me go check it out, give me a few minutes."

while shaving down the side of her wood carving, she was distracted and sliced the knife along her palm, splitting it open. deep.

"OH FUCK-" oh shit. she slapped her hands over her mouth at her outburst, smearing blood all over her face. she didn't mean to shout so loud.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god what the fuck do i do??????"

her door suddenly burst open.

"what h- oh my god are you okay?" - wonwoo

"i'm so sorry for shouting. i'm fine. i'll just go sort my hand out. go back to your stream." - yn

"the blood isn't from your nose?" - wonwoo

"why would the blood be from my nose?" - yn

"there's blood all over your face." - wonwoo

"OH MY GOD- oh shit sorry. i'll just go deal with this. i'm so sorry." - yn

she pushed past him, running to the bathroom to examine her cut. it was deep and bleeding non-stop.

"what the fuck do i do..."

"i ended my stream. let me drive you to the hospital." - wonwoo

wonwoo was standing in the doorway of the toilet.

"do you mind?" - yn

"you're injured. of course, i don't mind. safety first." - wonwoo

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[cyberfox123]

I'm sorry part 1

* It shows Cyberfox looking at the computer screen. She looks sad as she sighed. *

" What you doing out here all by yourself Cyberfox? " * Nightwolf said as he walked in the room. *

" Oh um just.... It's nothing. " * She turned the computer screen off. *

" He will be back don't worry. "

* Cyberfox looks to the side. * " It's been a week and he has not contacted us at all. "

* Nightwolf walks to his computer and sits down. Pushing buttons the screen turned back on. * " See that red dot ? "

* Cyberfox looked up. * " Yes what about it ? "

" It shows he is not that far away. "

" You saying he is coming back ? " * She smiled. *

" We'll ummmm I don't know but you can contact him. "

" I .... I don't want to bother him. Besides what if he is trying to keep quiet and sneaky. And I call him and they find him and. "

" Calm down Fox but I see your point. Can't tell if it's a good time to. "

* She looks sad as she sits down. * " I looked for him for a hole year I finally found him again and. " * She looks down hiding her face. *

* Nightwolf smiles a little. * " I understand you are frustrated. But he said he will be back and like I said if anything happens. He will let us know I am sure. "

* Sub-zero is walking holding his one arm it appears to be broken he stumbles. * " Dammit Bi-han stop running away and fight me. "

* Noob comes from the shadows. * " Don't call me that.... That part of me is dead I am Noob. "

* Sub-zero stands ready he looks to be in pain. * " Fight me let's end this. "

" You seem to want to die that or you are just that stupid. To think you can beat me. " * He chuckled in a deep voice. * " Your biggest mistakes was fighting me alone. "

" I am fighting you one on one that is the Honorable way. "

" Hahahahhahahahahahahah honor don't make me laugh. I don't care to fight fair I am dead because I fought with honor. Wall your friend throws water at me. With the help of kitana how is that fair? "

" I am not here to talk about the past I am here to stop you. "

" Stop me from what. "

" To stop what you have become. "

* Noob smiles under his mask. * " Your dead. " * Noob runs at sub-zero he kicks him but sub-zero grabs his foot and throws him into the wall it cracked. *

" Emmmm. " * Sub-zero Shakes in pain as he puts his arm back down. * " You used that move already. "

* Noob gets up and stumbled. * " I know the real reason you are doing this. "

" Oh really what is that Noob ? "

" Because of that women Cyberfox. "

* Sub-zero loses the light in his eye's. *

* Noob Chuckled. * " You are here fighting me wall she is all alone. "

" Shut up she is not alone. The other's are with her. "

" Strange place people she doesn't know. Mean while you are here ready to die. Her looking for you. Crying where is sub-zero he is gone I can't find him Boo who. " * Pretending to cry. *

" I SAID SHUT UP! " * Sub-zero kicks Noob across the head he hits the wall it cracked more. As sub-zero breathing becomes heavy. *

* Noob gets back up and cracked his neck. * " She just got you back and you run away again. Just imagine how that must feel. How much it would hurt to find out you where dead just when she found you again. " * Dose fake crying again. *

" Do you ever shut up. I know it's not easy for her. But I am doing this to stop you so you can't hurt. Us or anyone else if I made you into this... Then it's my job to stop you. "

* Noob laughed as his clone comes from the ground. *

* Sub-zero closed his eye's as he takes something from his pocket. His arms get covered in ice. *

* Noob looks his eye's widened. * " Wait where did you get that. "

" The temple looks like you missed something. "

" GIVE ME THAT !? "

* Sub-zero punches Noob his mask brakes into Peace's he brakes through the wall as the wall falls down onto him. * " Wow did I just... " * He looks at it and ice forms up his arm to his shoulder. *

* He sees the rocks move as black Tar comes through the cracks. And formed Noob he is beaten up. And dropped to one knee shaking. * " That should be mine. "

" This end's now Brother. " * He form's an ice sword and walks up to Noob he picks him up by the neck. *

" STOP. " * a voice said from the shadows. *

" Show yourself. " * Sub-zero said. *

* Smoke comes from the shadows as a cyborg. *

* Sub-zeros eye's widen. * " Smoke what are you doing here? "

" Noob saved me the Grandmaster after what I did he had me. Discarded like a piece of trash. But..... Noob found me he .... Put me back together and gave me my freedom back. "

* Sub-zero looks at Noob with anger still chocking him. *

" Sub-zero stop or all have to stop you. "

" You remember are promise to never fight in Kombat... "

* Smoke looks to the side like he was thinking. * " Yes but you are going to kill your brother. "

" He is not my brother he died in the mortal Kombat tournament. " * Loosen his grip. *

" I died I was torn apart and you didn't give up on me. And Neath did he. "

" He tried to kill me and Cyberfox. " * He clenched his teeth. *

" He is fighting his demons just as you are. "

" Don't compare me to him Smoke.... " * He dropped Noob. *

* Noob gasped for air rubbing his neck he get up. * " What are you doing Smoke. " * Cough. *

" Looks like I am saving your life. "

* Sub-zero walks over to Smoke. * " It's.... Good to see you old friend I ... AHHHHH! " * He Gripped his arm in pain as the ice that formed up his arm digs in deep. *

" What is wrong sub-zero?! " * Smoke sounds worried. *

* Noob laughed. * " Hahahahaha just as I thought your to weak to handle it's power give it to me. "

" Emmmm ahhhhh like I would let you have this power. "

" Sub-zero maybe you should. "

" You are blind Smoke he doesn't care. About Ahhhh me or anyone else Ahhhh. He just wants to use you for his own personal gain " * The ice digs into his arm it started to bleed. As this arm starts to flash and Cyberfox is seen. *

" Sub-zero ? Are you there we got a distress call. Sub-zero? "

" Cyberfox. "

* Noob and smoke look at his arm. *

" Sub-zero oh my Raiden your there. Sub-zero where are you so we can help. "

" Don't AHHHHHHH come looking for me yet. "

" Sub-zero what's wrong I don't care I am coming to find you. And take you back with us and... Is that Smoke and Noob? "

" Cyberfox Hahah it's me Smoke . "

" I SAID STAY AWAY!"

* Cyberfox jumped her eye's water. *

* Noob Smiles and grabbed sub-zeros arm. * " Is that anyway to talk to your dear Cyberfox. Seeing you want to know we are at. "

Sub-zero:" NO!" * He brakes the screen on his arm and throws it to the ground. *

" Sub-zero .. SUB-ZERO ! "

* The other's walk in and see Cyberfox Yelling and holding back tears. *

" What happened? " * Kitana said looking worried. *

" Su.... Sub-zero he doesn't want me to find him I seen Smoke and Noob. He looked like he was in pain we have to find him. " * She started to cry as she gripped the table. *

* Kitana walked over to Cyberfox and put her hand on her shoulder. * " We will find him don't worry Cyberfox I am sure Nightwolf can track him. " * She looked at Nightwolf. *

" Oh yeah I can. " * He played around on his computer and a light flashed. * " There he is. " * Nightwolf smiles trying to cheer her up. *

" Well what are we waiting for let's go get him. " * Sonya said as she ran to the jets. *

" Come on Cyberfox everything will be alright. He won't be taken down so easy. Come on. * Stryker ran to his jet. *

* Cyberfox following close behind they get in the jet. And Cyberfox sits where sub-zero would of been. She looked sad. * " But he said he didn't want me to find him yet we should not go. "

* Stryker looks back at her. * " What was that Cyberfox? "

" I don't think we should go he said. "

" Nonsense you said he needed help. Two agent one is not fair you just going to sit here. And let him die after going through all that just to get him back. "

* Cyberfox looks at him. * " He is doing it to protect me. He wants to keep me away. From Noob why he left he doesn't want to lose me. " * She looks down hiding her face. *

" Hey. " * Stryker said sounding worried. * " I say it's about time you protect him. "

* Cyberfox looks up at Stryker with a small smile. As they go to help Sub-zero. *

* Sub-zero is breathing heavily as his arm sparked. Where the screen was. *

" Now why did you do that? It would be like one big Reunion. " * Noob Chuckled*

" I don't want her here I want you away from her. " * He shakes and dropped on one knee as the ice digs. More and more into his arms. *

" Awwww so even smoke can't see her. Your becoming colder then me. "

* Sub-zero looks at Smoke. * " No just you Bi-han. "

* Noob looks angry. * " I said don't call me BI-HAN! " * Noob punches sub-zero in his weakened state. Sub-zero falls back like a rag Doll as the ice brakes off. On his arms. *

" AHHHHH!"* Sub-zero gets up shaking

* " Forgive me. " * His vision starts to fade. *

" Time to finish this. "

* Smoke stands in front of Sub-zero blocking Noob. *

" Out of my way Smoke. "

" I can't let you do this. "

" ......Then you .... Will die as we'll. " * Noobs clone grabbed Smoke holding him in place. *

" Let me go you don't have to do this." * Smoke said trying to get away. *

* Noob puts his face close to Smokes. * " Your just a cyborg now. Your not even a man you should not even. Be allowed to live I saved you your life belongs to me. *

* Smoke looks to the side. * " He... He was right. You don't give a Dame about me. "

" I could of let you rust there but I didn't. "

* Sub-zero get himself back as he starts to see again. * " Smoke? "

" Sub-zero." * They hear the sound of metal being torn. *

" SMOKE!" * Sub-zero yells his voice sounds Shaky. *

* Smoke looks back at Noob as he sees his arm is. Throw his chest black oil and blood runs down. Noobs arm as he looks up at Smoke with a smile.* " How h...how c... could y...you. " * Smoke passed out as Noob pulls his arm out of his chest. Smoke hits the ground lifeless. *

" I told you.. . You belong to me. "

* Sub-zero becomes in ranged as he clenched his teeth and fist. * " SMOKE NOOOOO!" * Sub-zero becomes blinded by rage as he tackles Noob to the ground and start to strange him. * " YOUR NOT MY BROTHER YOUR A MONSTER! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU ALL KILL YOU DIE DIE ! "

* Noob just looks at sub-zero and smiles and kicks him off of him and coughs. * " You don't get it do you. "

" Shut up I am done with you Noob. "

" I don't understand. " * He clenched his fist. *

" ......"

" I am dead why do I feel pain. "* He looks at his hand with Smoked blood. * " I don't feel sadness I don't feel anything why don't I feel anything inside. " * His hand starts to shake. *

* Sub-zero looks at Noob showing sadness. *

" I can't I can't feel anything inside why why why why . " * He hugs himself and digs his nails into his arms as they bleed purple blood. * " What is this you don't understand. " * He stopped and looked at Sub-zero with anger. * " You still get to feel something. "

* Sub-zero just looks at him and looks to the side. * " Even when you where alive you didn't feel anything. "

" I just didn't show it. I was to proud to show it... No To strong to show it. "

" Either way I can't forgive you for what you have done. To the ones I care about * He looks at smokes lifeless body. Then Looks back at Noob and clenched his fist.* to the woman I love. "

* Noob Chuckled. * " Still thinking about her? She is a distraction. I am going to enjoy making her watch as I kill you. " * He looks up. * " Speaking of. "

* Sub-zero looks up. * " Dammit I thought I told her. "

* Noob Smiles under his broken mask. * " looks like she wanted to see me after all. "

* Sub-zero looks at Noob. He hears them all run towards them. * " Stay back Everyone this is my fight. "

* They all stop. *

* Sonya crossed her arms. * " How about thanks for coming to help. "

* Cyberfox looked at Sub-zero and Noob with sadness. *

* Raidens eye's flash lighting. * "Do as he says."

" Are you serious look at him he needs. "

" Enough Sonya he can fight his own Battle's. "

* Sonya Roles her eye's. * " So we came here to watch. " * She looks at Cyberfox she sees she is shaking. * " Hey are you alright Fox? " * Sounds worried. *

* She is looking at Smoke laying on the ground. Cyberfox run's to his lifeless body and see the hole in his chest. She shakes as she hugs his head to her chest. * " Smoke what happened to you? "

" Oh that's right you never seen what happened to your friend. " * Sonya looks upset. * " I am sorry. "

" I told you not to come here. "

" Sub-zero I ...."

" Unlike Kuai I am glad you are here save me the trouble of hunting you down. "* Smiles.*

* Cyberfox looks angry. * " You did this to Smoke didn't you. "

" He is fine all just put him back together. " * Smiles. * " Maybe make him forget I even did that to him. "

* Cyberfox clenched her fist *

" Enough of this talk Noob, Cyberfox stay out of the way. "

* She hold Smokes head to her chest and nodes. *

* Ice Goes up sub-zeros arm again.*

* Noob Smiles. *

To be continued...

[mintytealfox]

Hii you're one of my favorite people on this app the stuff u write is always nice to read (coming from someone who's attention span is smaller than an atom)

For a question uhhh what do u think of fools gold? Like his personality and stuff cuz I heard a bunch of takes on him and I wanna hear yours too 🗣

WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOOOSSHH AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (same though FR LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL It's probably why I write the way I do cause I am just BOUNCING like a racquetball everywhere -WHEEZEEEE-) ( ALSO SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY FR FR YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR FOREVER I AM SO SORRY)

NOW FOOL'S GOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDD

I THINK HE IS FRIGGIN AWESOME LOOOOOLLL

-Bro fr looks like a blown up statue and his face and chest are mostly unscathed except for the obvious ouch over his left eye PERFECTION LOL -Him being held together via magnetism that he has control overrrrrrrr -He throws his pickaxe so hard it cracks the DAMN GROUND AAAHHHH (It makes me think of Sir Gawain (FATE) with that whole running and plowing through the walls like they are nothing bullcrap to tackle Sir Bedivere PFFFF🤣🤣🤣🤣 hell yea Fool's Gold could totally do that albeit a lot slower, I have a hard time seeing Fool's Gold being able to run lol that's why bro FLIES LOOOOL)

BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING ABOUT LOL

I think Fool's Gold is the perfect display of what Norton thinks he wants to be. (and what he THINKS he can be allowed to be once RICH): -Fool's Gold is able to express himself freely: he is able to hum to his heart's content, he can show how angry he is and how happy he is, how sad he is, he can show it all without a care in the world anymore. Him thinking that rich people are allowed to do as they please and express themselves as they please with no repercussions.

-Fools Gold is able to protect himself: Norton is strong but not as strong as those who took advantage of him and beat him up. AS Fool's Gold he can be confused as that soft friendly gold, but he is actually this HARD break your teeth thing that won't be molded. Like, the hand he punches with is straight up sharp rocks, that would do more than just hurt like hell upon impact oh my goooosshhh but really its all there to really protect himself ;; and he thinks the rich have that freedom to protect themselves. ;;

Just all in all Fool's Gold is 'Free': I put it in "" because in the long run he really isn't.... He is in constant pain ;; and I personally think that goes beyond the physical with it also bleeding into mental pain ;;

He believes he destroyed who he was, there is a whole entire hole in him ;; his true real self is missing, his core ;; All that is left is the mask of who he believes he has to be to survive, and who he was at his core didn't fit the bill ;;

AH why do all of my Fool's Gold break downs end up SAD in the end AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

[passivenovember]

Hey! Just wanted to drop by and say your writing is absolutely stunning. You have this innate ability to drag the reader into your writing.

I just finished skinshed and my god the opening chapter was a masterpiece (as was the rest of it). The way you described Billy’s fear of his father, those constant check ins ‘his daddy starts breathing again’ were spine chilling - that slow build tension was incredible.

I was wondering what your view is of Billy and his attitude towards himself - do you think it’s all self-loathing, do you think because he is so overly sexualised he believes that that is all he’s good for, do you think the abuse has hardened him or really he’s soft but trying to protect himself etc etc - I’d love to hear your thoughts (also if you have any fics that you delve into this specifically in please tell me I will consume immediately - though I do plan to read everything anyway ��)

((FIRST OF ALL I'M CRYING. I'm at work, getting sniffly at my desk over this because you are so unbelievably kind to say this. Thank you. You didn't have to go out of your way to make me smile this hard, but you did. And now I feel like I could punch through a wall or maybe save a school bus full of children if they were careening off a mountainside, or something. Not that I would ever hope for that, but you get my drift.))

This is such a good question!

I'm going to start with "Yes, AND," because in my writing, I love to explore all of these avenues. Billy is all of these things and more, and everything you mentioned is accurate to what we're shown on screen. It's accurate to real life, too. Anyone who's been through abuse like that knows that your anger, sadness, self-loathing, and hope have layers and shades and different textures to them. Nothing is stagnant, when you're an abuse survivor, and things can change by the second depending on what you're experiencing. Sometimes anger looks like sadness and vice versa. Sometimes the texture of those emotions is sharp enough to cut your hands open, and I think that's what we see happening with Billy.

Everything he touches is covered in his blood, it's staggering to see.

He doesn't know how to handle his sadness, so he hammers it into the shape of rage, and he's afraid of himself.

I mean, in season three when Vecna (a creature who is known to show people what they're most afraid of) approaches Billy to be his foot soldier, the thing that Billy sees is himself.

Billy is afraid of his anger.

He's afraid of his sadness. He's a child who is carrying the weight of the world and he's being crushed under the pressure.

From what you mention above, though, I think Billy is soft at his root.

He shows several times (mostly in season three) that he's got a good heart under all the shit he's done to hide it. He's a crier. He paints a layer of vibrato over himself to mask how easily he bruises, but if you throw kindness on him, the armor washes away. It erodes. And as we see in the Battle of Starcourt, he will sacrifice himself so that others can live.

On the flip side, for me, is that the thing about Billy is he's in survival mode. When El travels into his mind in season three, we're introduced to his past. We see that he's spent years taking the brunt of horrific abuse and until the day he died, Billy was constantly being scraped against the pumice of his father's anger. Everything about his experience with Neil tore little holes into him that never fully heal, when he's alive, so he bleeds easily. He folds with almost no pressure.

At his root, I think Billy is afraid of being seen.

I think he's afraid of what he'll do if someone looks at him and sees past the layers he's built to protect himself.

And that leads to him hiding behind the sex-pot persona, and perpetuating his father's actions with Max, and I think it kills him. I think Billy hates himself, but he doesn't know how to stop. He doesn't know any other way, and he never got the chance to learn.

That's what makes him so tragic.

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As for works where I explore Billy as a character, Ive got a few that come to mind.

Self Loathing: If Snow Loves the Trees and Fields

Anger: I Know Why The Bird Takes Flight

Sex'd up (but still angry lol): punisher

My writing has changed a ton over the years, but if you read the older stuff, I hope you enjoy it, anyway!

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Thanks again for reaching out. This made me want to write so much fanfiction lol

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Fandom: DC Titans

Title: I loved, and I loved, and I lost you

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Dickkory, Graysonfam

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

Summary:

After everything they've been through, he never thought the way any one of them goes would end up being so... ordinary. It's cruel to think like that. It's a tragedy. A single event that left his life in pieces. There is nothing ordinary about it. And yet… It wasn't some fucked-up criminal with a blown-up agenda. No demon from Hell, no witch, no evil organization. There was no magic or advanced technology involved. All it took was a stupid, drunk jock who couldn't take no for an answer. The thought makes Dick want to punch holes in concrete walls.

My comeback was supposed to be fun and sweet and a little spicy, not..... whump. It wasn't supposed to turn into the heaviest angst I have ever written. But I guess I had to process some stuff first and this is a result of that. How to grieve a beloved show? Kill your fav character and put her dad through five stages of grief, I guess 😅 My thoughts on writing Titans have been real messy recently. A constant loop of I want to write them 'cause I miss them but I don't really feel the desire to write them which makes me sad but I really want to write them but what's even the point and I don't have ideas, well I do but should I even bother with them and so on. Until yesterday when this monster hit me and had me sobbing on the floor, which hasn't happened in a really long time. I took it as a good sign and started writing.

And you know what? It hurt like a bitch but hell if it didn't feel good to be back in that saddle.

Enjoy and have a little cry with me.

Anyone still out here? @ambeauty @wonderbatwayne @undertheknightwing @escapism-through-imagination @meetmeunderthestarrynight @legendsofentity @graysonfamfan2021 @therunaway-writer

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I made a Creepypasta!:D

Where’s Charlie?

My mom used to say that I had an imaginary friend when I was younger. I have no memory of this but she always described him the same way, a short little boy around 4 years old at most in an oversized black hoodie with a glowing yellow eye. Every once in a while she’d include more details, that he was concerningly pale, how his face was dappled with freckles, and how he was missing his two front teeth. She’d always describe him fondly, complementing my imagination, but I never had an imaginary friend. I don’t know where she got that idea from, and I couldn’t have simply forgotten because I remember all the little moments that she mentions, but it was just me and her. It was only ever me and her, we had never had anyone else, and I certainly never had an imaginary friend. There was never an imaginary friend. I started worrying that my mom was crazy, and we got into several fights about it. I took her to the doctor and a psychiatrist but they both said that there was nothing wrong, she assumed this meant that she was right and made me do the same thing but again there was nothing wrong! She stopped talking to me about him after that. Once we never brought him up again our relationship was able to heal, she died last week. I was with her when she passed. The last thing she said to me was “Where’s Charlie?” I didn’t understand what it meant, not until I got back to her house to cry. In the midst of my emotions, I punched a hole through the wall. I shouldn’t have done it, it was very immature but yesterday when I went to patch it up I found something odd. There was a large cardboard box hidden away in the wall, on the front it said Where’s Charlie in black marker. I remembered what she had told me right before she passed and I quickly took the box out of the wall and cut it open. Inside were a bunch of drawings of the same little boy that my mom had told me about all those times before, but my mom had left something out of his description. He had his glowing yellow eye and his other one was colored black with red crayon coming out of it. Like he was missing an eye and it was bleeding. he was always labeled as “Charlie” or “my friend Charlie”. But I didn’t remember having an imaginary friend I never did! Then I saw the little cassette tapes. I took them upstairs and popped them into a tape player that my mom had always insisted on keeping despite all the times I suggested she get rid of it. They were all the moments that she had mentioned to me. The first one started with me pouring flour into a bowl, then my moms voice crackled through the speaker,

“Joni!” She called and little me perked up, I remember that old nickname, but what I didn’t remember was what played next. “Where’s Charlie?” She asked. I smiled and pointed next to me,

“He’s right here! We’re making cookies and then we’re going to play in the forest a few miles past the creek” I said happily, my mom laughed and then the tape cut short. I played the next one immediately, and they all followed a similar pattern. She would ask

“where’s Charlie?” and I would say,

“he’s right here!” The situations were different but then there was one where I was hopping the fence in the backyard. She asked

“where’s Charlie?” I said

“he’s in the forest a few miles past the creek” My mom seemed confused by this but she told me that I couldn’t go in the forest because a pack of wolves had been spotted not far away from there early that morning. In the next tape, I seemed sad, I was drawing something with a crayon when my mom asked

“Where’s Charlie?” but I replied

“he's gone.” That was the last tape to play. There’s going to be an estate sale tomorrow so I decided today that I was going to go into the forest past the creek to put my mind at ease. It was so oddly specific but when I went to the fence and saw a deer trail right where I had been all those years ago I felt my stomach drop. I tried to rationalize it as I walked, maybe I had just wanted to follow the cool looking trail, maybe that’s where a hideout was in a movie I had watched. Soon after I had pasted the creak I heard a scream ahead of me but a part of it didn’t sound real. It didn’t travel like a normal sound would, it echoed as if bouncing off the walls of a cave around me but I was in the forest. I don’t know what compelled me to run towards it, I just did. Then it began to smell, it was the worst smell I’ve ever smelt but I kept running, I kept running until I saw it. A small cage that had been bashed and battered, it seemed only a bit bigger than one you would use to peacefully catch a kitten. The cage however was not what made my blood freeze, or what made my hands begin to shake, no that right went to what was in the cage. A small skeleton wearing an oversized black hoodie that had been ripped apart and drenched in blood. “Charlie?” I found myself calling, all the memories coming back of the malnourished little boy I had considered to be my only friend. From right next to me I heard the reply, the same pattern that we had always followed, the voice of a frail and frightened little boy. “I’m right here.”

[goggles-mcgee]

I have a new Steddie idea that is very much angst filled and it hit me freaking hard out of nowhere in the shower. Okay I say pit of nowhere but I was listening to my music and Master of Puppets came on (right after She's Always in My Head by Prince - I love variety XD) and the idea hit me.

Working title is Twisting Your Mind (part of a lyric from Master of Puppets)

Anyways so Canon happens more or less and Steve is feeling like he's just drifting from day to day barely hanging on to himself. He knows he's going to break, to burst, and it's going to be ugly but he's trying to hold it together for everyone. But he feels one bad day from just breaking and crying and never stopping and maybe all the paranoia, the bone-deep sadness and self-hatred, the anger and the tiredness would go away. But no, he powers through it and he does what he does best and he holds it all in and all together.

Steve has been blaming himself about Eddie, he fully believes his words provoked the guy to sacrifice himself, he blames himself for Max's condition, for Lucas's face and Erica's nightmares and the bruises she obtained. He's exhausted, he hasn't been sleeping much because of the nightmares that had the fiercest grip on him and because at the slightest sound he would wake up and have to check all the doors, the windows, the lights.

He was running on Jolt Cola and a prayer!

Then what he feared happened, he had his bad day.

It had started out fine. He had two nightmares but it was fine. He picked up Robin and Dustin to take to school, but when he got Robin he saw hoe tired she was and how stressed she looked and so he suggested a movie night to take a night off studying and worrying about her Senior year. But it was like Trisha's Party 2.0, she gave him a cruel laugh and said, "I know you graduated skating by but I actually want to be proud of my grades Steve! I don't have time for your distractions!"

And at least she didn't call him Bullshit but it hurt all the same so he just apologized and he picked up Dustin, they hadn't spoken the entire ride there. Dustin got in and immediately Steve knew he was in a bad mood and he didn't know why. So he just let boy tell him about what he and Susie were working on, but Steve made another mistake as soon as they got to the school. He asked a question about the project and Dustin had just sighed this put-upon sigh and said, "C'mon Steve, I know you're an Idiot but I thought you could at least listen."

Then he left Steve just sitting in his car. As did Robin but she slammed his door and he couldn't even muster up the strength to scold her for it. All he could do was pull himself together and head to work. Work was awful, people belittled him, yelled at him and he was just so done with the day but he always visited Max. So no matter how much he wanted to go home and just sleep, he went to the hospital. Lucas was of course there, and it was pretty obvious the boy hadn't even gone to school. They sat there not saying anything for a while but then Lucas just started rambling about everything and Steve listened, Steve was there.

But then Steve made the mistake of giving advice, he just wanted Lucas to go home, eat, shower, get some sleep. He knew how hypocritical that sounded but he was worried and he stated so. It made Lucas angry, to the point of tears. Next thing Steve knew he was being yelled at, the words were buzzing in his ears. One word stuck out and it was the one he hated most: bullshit.

After that he didn't know what happened. He remembered leaving getting to his car but after that he wasn't sure, all he did know was that he had made it back to his house and he flew into a rage. He broke things. He's pretty sure he punched a hole in a wall. His room took the most damage, he vaguely remembered writing on the walls but it was the after he hardly remembered. There was a noise and he had his bat but something tackled him and he was out.

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I always end up making these ideas drabbles in some way XD anywho, Eddie has been resurrected by Vecna and he is the Upside-down version of a Vamp. As much as Vecna wanted to go in guns blazing and just send Eddie to cause as much destruction and distress and he could he knew he had to be smart about everything this time around. He thought he had been smart last time. But the same group of people once again were a thorn in his side even if they hadn't know he was behind every previous incident.

So he had Eddie spy on every single one of them to see who would be the best to strike first and that's when he felt something interesting when Eddie was near the Harrington boy. It was the same feeling he got with Eddie. This boy had been affected by his demobats, he didn't know why it was dormant but it was there and if they awakened it, he would have another creature like Eddie under his control. He had planned to kill the boy, truly he should have targeted him last time, the boy was basically a martyr and most likely wouldn't have told anyone what was going on until it was too late. He would have had his four gates easily.

The boy held so much anguish and anger and guilt inside himself, it was beautiful. But he cared so much, too much and One knew he could use that. He let Eddie keep his negative emotions, he twisted his feelings for that silly group of his but when he saw Harrington he knew he could use Eddie's attraction to the boy so he let him have those feelings once more. So Eddie is instructed to kidnap him and it's easy given the delicious day Harrington had.

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Basically Steve is kidnapped and taken to the Upside-down and to Eddie's lair where he was instructed to keep him and persuade him to join them. Steve is happy Eddie is alive but heartbroken that he left him there to be taken over by Vecna but Eddie keeps telling him he doesn't blame him and Eddie truly doesn't.

He knew Steve didn't want to leave him, he had heard it and he and One had been watching Steve's dreams and memories and it was very apparent that the last thing the boy wanted to do was leave him behind.

So even though Eddie is sweet to him, calling him nicknames, he's also telling Steve how awful the others treat him and how him and One would never treat him like that. Eddie would treasure him, One would appreciate him if he only joined them. Of course Steve denys, but Eddie doesn't get mad, he knows Steve expected him to but he knows he'll wear him down.

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The Party notices Steve's absence after school when he doesn't pick them up and Robin had calmed down enough to the point she realized what she had said that morning and wanted to apologize but when Steve hadn't shown up she felt worse than worse. Nancy and Jonathan have to pick them up and they decide to go to Steve's to apologize, the others tag along because they're worried. Will and El are on edge because something doesn't feel right.

Lucas is already there knocking on the door begging to be let in, Hopper pulls up because a neighbor called about Lucas which pissed Hopper off but he goes to see what's wrong. They all go into the house and their worry does not go away. They see the state of the house and just are in awe. Robin wants to cry, Dustin and Lucas aren't any better but then a little old lady came to the door and though Robin had never met her she knew who she was immediately because of Steve's description of her.

"Officer Hopper! Well if it hasn't been a lifetime since I've seen you here. What is the matter is Stevie okay?" It was Mrs. O'Connor, Steve had told Robin she was the only nice neighbor he had and she often brought him casseroles.

Hopper was always quick on his feet, "Oh everything is fine Mrs. O'Connor. Just seemed like Steve headed out of town with a friend and forgot to tell the kids."

"Oh that boy, he's always been one to do things on his own hasn't he? You said he was going out of town? You don't know if it he's going to go see that therapist I recommended him, do you?"

"Therapist?" Hopper asked what they were all thinking.

"Oh yes. Poor dear's nightmares have just been truly horrendous, Frank and I nearly called you over with how bad some of them sounded. I don't think that Boy's slept a wink. But oh, listen to me gossiping like a girl in school. Just let him know I made him this casserole will you Sweetie?" And with that she was gone to leave all of them with the knowledge that Steve was suffering and told none of them. None of them noticed or asked and they felt worse if it was possible.

Hopper was just happy Steve seemed to have someone on his side, they look around the house (ignore the fridge full of casseroles) and take in the damage that seems pretty self-inflicted not like Steve was fighting anything but the more they take in the more their stomachs drop. Then they see his abandoned nail bat and no one had a good feeling and with the way Will and El looked at each other it wasn't going to be good.

El quickly finds out that Steve is in the Upside-down but she doesn't know where and everyone is preparing to find the gate he was pulled through and enter to find him. But every time they try some monster comes out and they have to deal with it.

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Eddie loves having Steve in his lair. He loves taking care of him (he robbed the grocery store in the Right Side Up for what he knew Steve liked and whatever he thought he would need.) The more he tries to talk Steve into joining him he the more he starts to wonder why he should do it all, it's like the anger is slowly leaving him.

"Sweetheart, why fight for them when they never fight for you? They think you're an idiot but I know you're not. You're smart baby, so smart they just can't see that. They don't appreciate all you do for them. Why give them your energy?" Eddie will coo things like that and Steve didn't want to admit it but it was wearing down on him more than the Russian Torture did. The way Eddie would compliment him, hold him, press kisses to his knuckles and point out every time the Party hurt him in some way and how he held down the hurt. It was all becoming too much.

The more talks they had the more Steve started to believe he wouldn't last before the Party found him and when they did he would be gone. He would be like Eddie, twisted by his hurt, his sadness, his anger. But Eddie liked to point out he still had his feelings for Steve, that he felt more alive than ever. Than Vecna said if he joined them that Steve wouldn't have to deal with the poor hearing in his left ear or the strain his eyes took whenever he didn't wear the glasses he hid from everyone.

Becoming like Eddie would fix him. He wouldn't be weak anymore and it was getting more and more tempting as the hours? Days? Weeks? past.

Basically just an angsty story that will hit the feels and eventually have a happy ending. Maybe idk. Maybe Steve and Eddie destroy the world. Maybe they save it.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

My Girl - Izzy Stradlin x female!reader

Masterlist

“She isn’t here, why isn’t she here?” Izzy paced up and down the building hallway where he and the band had performed that evening. “She’s always at our shows. What if something happened to her? Oh fuck, do you think she’s mad at me?” 

“Iz, please. I’m sure she’s fine, it’s Y/N, maybe she fell asleep, maybe she’s gone to the toilet.” Steven handed him a cigarette, Izzy pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit it after thanking the drummer.

“No, she definitely hasn’t gone to the toilet, I didn’t see her at all during the gig, nor did Axl or Slash.” The dark-haired guitarist ran a hand through his hair before taking a drag of the cigarette in his hand.

“Izzy, take a seat, please.” Slash coaxes him down into a chair, glancing at Axl. “Where’s Duff gone?” Slash groans.

“Dunno, probably found some groupie to bang.” Axl grins, taking a seat next to Izzy who was now burning holes in the blank wall opposite him. He needed his Y/N, he was upset that she hadn’t attended the show, she had been to every single show that they’d played since they started dating, she had never missed one and so he was really concerned that something was wrong.

“Hey, I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe something popped up out of nowhere? I’m sure she has a good explanation.” Axl placed his hand on the guitarist’s arm, trying to comfort him. Izzy bit down on his lip, pulling up a load of cracked skin. He appreciated Axl’s attempt at comforting him, but he just wanted his girl, he wanted to pull her close to him, he wanted to bury his face in her hair and press small kisses to her scalp.

Izzy gave Axl a small smile before he turned back to glare at the wall. The band sat in almost 

complete silence, the only sounds that could be heard were from Steven who was munching his way through a bag of crisps.

“Steve, shut the fuck up.” Izzy snapped, instantly regretting it as the blond drummer looked up, shock and sadness painted his eyes, dropping his bag of crisps to the floor, Izzy’s glare softened.

“Mate, that was bang out of order.” Slash warned.

“I know, I know. Steven, I am sorry, please, carry on.” Izzy moved over and picked up the bag, handing it back to the man in front of him who still looked slightly hurt. Steven’s frown quickly changed into a huge grin and he hugged Izzy before taking back the crisps.

“Thanks man! And hey, it’s okay. I know you’re just worried about Y/N.” He gave Izzy another huge smile before shovelling a large handful of food into his mouth happily.

“Where the fuck is Duff? We can’t leave without that idiot.” Slash sighed again, sitting down in the space that was previously occupied by the other guitarist, Izzy was now sat on the floor next to Steven.

“Fucknows man, it’s Duff.”

Just then, a loud voice came shouting desperately down the hallway, four heads snapped towards the door, they could make out an outline of a man holding someone. 

“Help! Fuck please help. Izzy? Fuck. Ax? Please help” It was Duff, he came running over to the boys, and as he got closer they were able to see a woman laying limp in the bassist’s arms.

“Duff? What’s wrong? Who’s that?” Axl stood up, going to help his friend, his face paled once he got to him.

“Iz, can you come here a sec?” Axl beckoned him over, Izzy stood up slowly, hesitating as to whether or not he should go over. Steven pushed him slightly towards Duff and Axl.

“What is i- Y/N? Shit, what happened to her?” Izzy rambled, gently scooping his love out of his bandmate’s arms. She was out cold and was covered in cuts and bruises all over her face and arms. Duff himself had a few cuts, a split lip and a mark where a black eye would later form.

“I found her in an alleyway, she’d been cornered by a group of maybe six, seven men who were all taking it in turns hitting her, scratching her, punching her. I was leaving here with a groupie when I heard a scream for help, I had no idea it was her, I mean, sure she sounded familiar, but anywho, I would have helped anyone. I went straight in and fought my way to her and scooped her up and well, here we are. She passed out on the way here, mainly because I ran to get as far away from those dicks as possible. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make her pass out.” Duff explained, Slash and Axl had gotten out of their seats and pushed them together, covering them in coats and helping Izzy place her down gently, he put his coat over her, kissed her forehead and then turned to Duff.

“Thank you so much man, you saved her. I was so worried about her, I hadn’t seen her all night, but thank you Duff. I’m so grateful that you found her.” Izzy and Duff hugged briefly before the lanky guitarist turned back to his girlfriend. He sat down on the floor, his chin was resting on a free bit of chair by her neck and one of his hands was holding one of hers.

“God, I love you so much Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I fucking couldn’t live without you. Thank you for being okay.” He whispered, looking up at her with eyes full of love, he was so happy to have her back and if he ever found the bastards that hurt her, boy would he make them suffer.

But all he could think about in the present was how grateful he was that Duff was there to rescue her, and of course, how much he loved his girl.