#i didn't even know that was a thing until a few years ago

[draquus]

There are at least three answers to this question for me.

The first anime I think I ever loved was Noozles, a weird kids' cartoon about interdimentional koala plushies, that I would watch on Nickelodeon when I visited my grandparents' house. I was not aware that it was an anime, and I never got to watch enough of it in order to really understand the ending, but it was my favorite thing for a while. I didn't even remember the name until I ran across some obscure reference to it a few years ago.

Somewhere around the same time, my dad had scavenged a giant defunct satellite dish, and installed it in our back yard. One of the channels we got showed "Japanamation" at night. I mostly remember it being weird, not-kid-friendly stuff liked Doomed Megalopolis, and one with a lot of blurred-out naked people (Crying Freeman, maybe?). Some of it was vaguely compelling, but mostly I avoided it because there was a non-zero chance of body horror and exploding heads.

The anime that made me fall in love with anime was Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind. My best friend had a VHS in Japanese with no subtitles, which she attempted to translate while we watched. I did eventually get to watch it subbed, but honestly I didn't need to know what was going on to be enraptured. (I was introduced to several Ghibli movies this way).

Honorable mention to Cowboy Bebop, which permanently rewired my brain, and which I first watched on a set of VHS tapes my dad picked up at a garage sale. At least it had subtitles. (It was only the first half, though. I had to wait to finish it until it came out on Cartoon Network at least a year later.)

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[evilcarmona]

Okay, just listen to me…

So this story starts with the Fentons. Their little omega son was born not so long ago (I don't believe in ABO, where people learn their gender in adolescence, it's weird). In general, he is just a kid, but they decided to go on an expedition because they had an exclusive opportunity… What could have gone wrong?

All. You see, their poor little boy was lost in the mountains. There was nothing they could do. At least their daughter was safe… But because of their carelessness, they lost a child. Because of this, they will never build a ghost portal. In fact, they'll give up ghost hunting altogether and even start visiting Vlad out of guilt (he's a little less of a jerk because they finally remembered him).

In fact, it was a little more complicated.

Let's move to the League. How lucky they were to spot a couple of scientists studying what looked like the Lazarus Pits Water. even better, these idiots were next to their child. Of course, the League took Danny away to blackmail the Fentons into working for them later. But as they delved deeper into their work, it became clear that the Fentons were simply obsessed with ghosts… They are unlikely to be useful.

So they had an omega baby in their arms. Of course, you can get rid of it… But isn't he the same age as the young master? Of course, young alphas benefit from having an omega of their own age around. Why not keep it? Ra's simply waved his hand. He's a f... old man who thinks omegas are cute furniture, if his grandson can get a nice little thing, why not?

So, they grow side by side. Danny's learning some self-defense, but he's not in the best of health, and he's just an omega, so no one thinks he's going to make it. Nor does he show any interest in it. He seems to have inherited all that mad scientist energy from his parents? In this case, he simply joins the scientists working for the League. He tolerates the Water of the Lazarus Pits surprisingly well (after all, when Maddie was pregnant, she was infected with ectoplasm).

So, when Damian got his first missions (let's do the League of Assassins missions with Mom), he started bringing Danny all sorts of things: small hairpins-stars, souvenirs and sweets. It's cute. They became very close. When they promise to marry each other in the future, it's just charming, but Talia doesn't take it seriously, and Ra's just doesn't care (he probably thinks that in 20 years his grandson will have a harem in the spirit of Luo Bingge).

Unfortunately for them, even little Damian takes his promises very seriously.

Only then does Talia pick him up from the League and bring him to his Father. She promises to look after Danny (she lies ). Events follow one another. Soon, Danny joins a project to study the Lazarus Pit water treatment device. What do you think it builds? A few years pass, and Danny becomes the one who launches the portal to the Infinite Realms. Needless to say, he didn't plan on it.

It die. He is alive. When he found out what was on the other side, he destroyed the portal. After collecting the blueprints, he runs out of the league (because now it's much easier for him to do it).

It wasn't that he didn't know where to look for his dear young master. The young master is the only one he can trust with this secret.

After all, it's something fun.

Alfred: A courier came by today. Did Young Master Damian order anything?

Damian: No, what is it?

Alfred: The big box.

Bruce: Be careful, what if it's a bomb?

Danny, jumping out of the box: Has anyone ordered an ectoscientist? A ghost? Maybe the bride?

Somewhere in Amity Park, one of Vlad's inventions starts beeping. He immediately informs the Fentons that an overly powerful ecto-energy burst has been detected… And now it's making its way to Gotham City. They didn't want anything to do with it until Vlad said it was originally near the place where they lost their son.

Could it be the ghost that killed him? Or maybe this is the ghost of their baby, who can be seen for the last time? Anyway, it's the last time the Fentons are out hunting.

(Well, they'll end up hunting really well. I'm not sure what Ra's has to do to get away from Maddie.)

By the way, do you see this ugly suspension with a ghost and a heart? Jack had made it for Maddie before they were married. He was with Danny when he went missing…

[mingisprincxss]

Crazy ex best friend

Summary: you and your ex best friend are still having issues even after high school, both you and her having a crush on mingi but she takes things to the extreme 

NOTE: this is my first fanfic in years I'm sorry if it's sucky😩

Word count:4,815

Warnings: MDNI!! 18+ talk of friendship fallout, toxic friendship, smut(later on) mentions of forcing themselves sexually on someone

You and Evangeline were inseparable when you were younger. You did everything together like best friends would until one day starting your freshman year of high school everything changed. She became boy crazy, she would ditch you to hook up with practically any guy that breathed in her direction, It made you...well extremely uncomfortable. Because one day your sweet innocent best friend who was grossed out by boys and by sex itself turned around and became a sex demon. It was probably the biggest whiplash of your life and all throughout high school she just got worse and worse typical putting you in danger or straight up embarrassing you for male attention and at one point senior year, enough was enough. 

Both you and her had a major falling out right before graduation in front of your entire class although little did you two know, it was a slow burn from the beginning. Most people in your class took pity on you because you guys were attached at the hip and for Evangeline to randomly switch up on you one day threw everybody even both of your parents for a loop.

But that was 7 years ago. 

You're in your 20s now just really doing your own thing. You stayed in touch with a select few of people from high school. San, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang who actually is your best male friend practically a brother to you and surprisingly these few guys Evangeline's effect didn't interest them. 

"Theres definitely some kind of succubus effect that she has on these men" Yeosang says standing next to you in the kitchen as you peer over his shoulder and see him tapping through Evangeline's story of her suggestively flexing yet another poor man she's using. You scoff and shake your head in disbelief "you know I really was hoping that she would outgrow this childish behavior at some point." You said going back to putting together little treats for the boys.

"Y/n I'm hungryyyy" San whined wandering into the kitchen only to see you completely distracted engrossed into Yeosang's phone both with a disgusted look on your faces.  

"What-" San was interrupted by an annoyed Seonghwa entering the kitchen and snatching Yeosangs phone and placing it face down on the counter

"Can we worry about something else right now like you making us food like you promised?" Seonghwa said with annoyance as San nodded vigorously 

"Okay okay sorry Yeosang wouldn't get out of my way when i needed something." You said now smacking him away

"OH YEAH SURE BLAAAME ME!" He sarcastically yelled throwing his hands up in the air and going into your living room with the other two boys.

"When is Hongjoong coming again?" san asked sitting back on the couch with a huff

"Soon hopefully he's bringing someone." Seonghwa said in a lower voice 

"A GIRLFRI-" "SSSSHH" San yelled while Seonghwa hushed him

"Who's bringing a girlfriend?" You asked entering the room with food only to almost be mauled by San acting like a cat that hasn't eaten in its life.

"Jesus Christ San relax" Yeosang said with a worried annoyed look on his face 

Then suddenly theres a knock on your door. 

"Oh! thats honfjoof" Seonghwa said quickly running to get the door with a brownie in his mouth

"I..could've..got..that??" You said confused 

The next thing you knew Seonghwa comes back in the room with Hongjoong, and someone who you haven't seen since high school. Mingi. The boy who you had the biggest crush on but kept it to yourself because of course, Evangeline did too i mean look at him anyone would.

"y/n?? Y/N" Yeosang waved his hand in front of you as you snapped out of your daze

"Huh? What?" You said stupidly as San mocked you while the guys stared at you

"I said, you remember Mingi right Y/N" Hongjoong repeated 

"Of course she does, did you not see her basically drooling at him just now?" San teased earning a smack in the face by a pillow from your couch

Mingi chuckled "it's nice to see you again y/n after how long?" He said looking in your direction basically piercing your soul with his  brown eyes

"7 years?" You awkwardly say 

"Way to basically ghost everyone." San said looking at you 

Before you could say anything Yeosang cut in a little harsh "Yeah, it's not like her ex best friend was basically ruining her life or anything making her have to go MIA to protect her sanity" 

The room went completely silent as Mingi looked around confused 

"Wait, you and Evangeline aren't friends anymore? Since when?" He asked

"I mean if you paid attention it was a slow burn from the start of high school but it happened at graduation senior year when you moved an hour away." Seonghwa said earning a nod from the other guys

"Oh, I'm so sorry.." Mingi said awkwardly fiddling with his phone in his hands and man were you trying really hard to not stare at his long slender fingers around his phone

San quickly noticed and was about to say something until

You took a deep breath "I mean, it's whatever now. She's still whoring around and it's not my problem anymore." You said not really making eye contact with anyone now

"Well don't invalidate how you feel" Hongjoong said 

"Hopefully she doesn't get her hands on Mingi" San mumbled earning a smack to the arm by Seonghwa 

All the boys knew you had a crush on Mingi, well, thanks to San being nosey. You were gonna ask him to be your date to prom until his parents got new jobs in a different city and he had to move suddenly in the beginning of senior year.

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at San not really fully hearing what he said

"On that note, I think it's time to leave." Yeosang said the boys gathered their stuff and said their goodbyes but Mingi wasn't around suddenly 

You were talking to Yeosang prolonging your goodbye until you heard footsteps behind you which prompted you to turn around quickly confused because you thought everybody left to see the tall man awkwardly standing in your kitchen.

"I had to take a phone call and wandered into your bathroom" he said softly you never really kept in touch with him and you forgot how smooth and buttery his voice sounded. 

"N-no it's okay, I thought you silently left" you said nervously as he got closer to you, you can smell his cologne and it definitely smelled like the expensive type

You heard your screen door close and both of you looked to see Yeosang awkwardly inching away not trying to listen 

You looked back at him to catch him staring at you.  "Are you gonna let me leave? Or am I stuck here as punishment for being in your bathroom?" He smirked making you realize you were blocking the doorway 

"O-oh I'm sorry I was talking to Yeosang" you said awkwardly moving away from the door.  

As he approached the door to leave he took a breath and turned to you as if he was anxious to say something "hey y/n?" He asked earning a confused look on your face

"Yes?" You cautiously answered

"We never...got the chance to hangout one on one.." he said suddenly standing a little closer to you

You backed up nervously as he lifted his hand to fix a strand in your hair as you just looked at him like a deer in headlights 

"I would like to see you a little more" he said gently tapping your nose leaving you completely red in the face

"U-um s-sure" you stuttered completely shocked you didn't really think that Mingi would ever look in your direction let alone asked to hang out one on one.

Yeosang popped his head in abruptly "Am I taking you home Ming its getting a little chilly-" earning a jump from the both of you 

"Yeah I'm coming" he said following him out the door without looking back at you

You stood there completely frozen not knowing what just happened. 

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Of course your ex best friend catches wind of Mingi being back and trying everything in her power to basically get the chance to throw herself at him. 

But unfortunately for her, you and Mingi hung out and he got you to open up about what happened between you and her. His phone kept buzzing of notifications all from her trying a little too hard to get his attention. 

You both grew close within the past few months and it shocked everyone including you.

Until one night, a mutual friend of you and your ex best friend was throwing a little get together. You refused to go even after all the boys even your girl friends begged you to come and insist on not worrying about Evangeline. But you were stubborn and started to give everyone including Mingi an attitude which upset him but also he understood because its her. You pull Yeosang aside "please tell me if anything happens between her and mingi" you whispered to him as he nodded

"Was going to do that anyways." He said patting you on the head

The guys were slowly heading out when San turned around confused not seeing Mingi following them and he quickly went back inside to see him in your living room your back was turned doing something when you heard San say "You're not coming?" 

You stopped in your tracks not even knowing Mingi was still in your house..sneaky bastard

"I am in a bit, I just wanted to hang here. You know how parties make me feel." He said quietly as you turned the corner 

"AAHHH RIIIGHT YOU SLY DOG YOU" San said all excited getting a confused look from both you and Mingi 

"Well you two have fuunn!!" He sang as Seonghwa yanked him out the door you sighed in embarrassment putting your head in your hand

"He's been acting weird lately" Mingi laughed 

"He's always been weird, it's like watching a kid have a constant sugar rush with him" you groaned earning a laugh from Mingi also making you laugh as well

"so are you really not going?" You asked stepping closer to him as he's staring at your tv.

"Its not that.." he trailed off as you raised an eyebrow 

"I just need to mentally prepare sometimes" he said kinda embarrassed 

He got up off of your couch and made his way over to you  causing you to get a little nervous because even though you guys have gotten close lately, you still have feelings for him. 

"There's something i wanna tell-" he was interrupted by his phone buzzing and a name you didn't recognize 

"Hello?" "Heeyyy man are you coming or are you getting laid right now" a drunken voice answered over the phone which you heard cause even though he doesn't have speaker on it was pretty loud 

Mingi sighed "yeah i'll be there soon, but I'm not drinking and driving so don't force me like last time" he said sternly then hanging up to look back at you. Your eyes had a sparkle to them looking up at Mingi. He pulled you in for a hug 

"You okay? I can feel your heart beating out of your chest like a little bunny getting caught or something" he said pulling away a little concerned

All you did was nod nervously 

"Would you be okay if I spent the night? I'm only planning on staying there an hour or so and I don't feel like driving back to my place" he flirtatiously asked earning you a stunned look

"You-you want to stay here?" You nervously asked flustered 

"If thats okay with you." He said as he was grabbing his stuff to leave

"Yeah it is" you sighed happily not making eye contact as he left

You had to quickly grab your kitchen counter  because he almost fainted at that interaction. 

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Two hours passed since Mingi left and you finished tidying up the apartment after you panicked cleaned everything and changed your bedsheets, ran out to the nearest convenience store to grab stuff.  

You started to get a little nervous waiting for a text from Mingi saying he was coming back until your phone lit up and buzzed but when you looked at it your heart sank. It was Yeosang and after the conversation that you both had this could only mean one thing.

You picked up nervously and before you could even say anything Yeosang cut you off. 

"Evangeline's practically throwing herself on him. It's actually quite disturbing. I feel like she had a feeling that mingi was coming and dressed-" you cut him off abruptly and emotionally with a huge knot in your chest

"What is he doing?" You hesitantly asked not wanting to hear the answer 

"There's honestly too many people here from high school that keep pulling me aside and asking me how's life? And all that bullshit." He sighed

There was a brief silence before you said;

"He wanted to spend the night..."

"Well I'll go look for him and see, my phone's gonna die soon I'll text you." And he hung up

You immediately sobbed because even if you don't know for sure you kind of feel a little betrayed by Mingi after opening up to him about your ex best friend and how she treated you. 

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Yeosang came back inside to the party and grabbed Seonghwa who was being unsocial in the corner and brought him into a more quieter room "have you seen Mingi?" he asked concerned earning a shrug from Seonghwa "last i saw he was being dragged somewhere by Evangeline. If anything happens I'm not gonna speak to him for a while." He said angrily as Yeosang sighed agitated

"Well you're gonna have to help me find him because apparently he's supposed to spend the night with y/n." He blurted out

"What really?!" Seonghwa asked shocked moving to another part of the room scratching his head 

They stood there trying to figure out what to do until they heard a female moan coming from down the hallway. 

The two boys shot each other a look before they scrambled out of the room and down the hallway. 

The noises got louder as they approached 

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Yeosang angrily whispered to Seonghwa as they peered through the half open door

"Oh Mingiii you don't even know how long I waited for this to happen." Evangeline slurred on top of him on a bed his pants halfway down his legs as she was drunkingly grinding on him

"Please... for the hundredth time..get.off. of me." He struggled underneath her trying to get away from the situation 

All he wanted to do was say hi and bye to everybody and then go back to your place and cuddle with you watching movies but instead somehow he got lured into a bedroom and ended up with basically being violated 

"Oh my god what the fuck are we gonna do?!" Seonghwa asked frantically as Yeosang was trying to text you what was going on but then the light on his face went black "Fuck my phone died" he whispered

You stared at the text message Yeosang sent saying "She's on top of him we heard moaning"

"Are you fucking shitting me?" You whispered tears streaming down your face and hitting your phone reading the message over and over 

You can't say that you didn't blame him. She always ended up getting all the guys. Even all the guys that you liked which is why you stopped bothering to date in high school, let alone really interact with any man. She always made sure to make you feel ugly.

"We gotta stop this now" Seonghwa whispered as both him and Yeosang swung the door open letting it smashed into the wall startling Evangeline and Mingi. 

Mingi took this opportunity to basically throw her off of him and immediately pulled his pants up looking at his two friends who looked like that they were gonna murder him. 

"It's not what it looks like.." he tried to beg his friends to understand the situation 

"I already told y/n." Yeosang angrily said causing Mingi to anxiously run his hand through his hair

"Well let's not jump to conclusions they weren't fucking he was struggling under her." Seonghwa said as Yeosang crossed his arms with a huff 

"She and a few other people were pressuring me to fuck her, and as soon as I wanted to leave to go back to y/n's I got thrown into this room with her." Mingi said angrily making his way out when all of a sudden Evangeline basically shoved the two boys drunkingly out of the way and stumbling over to Mingi as Seonghwa caught Yeosang

"I'll fuck you before SHE does and i'll fuck you so good you wont even remember her name" she said trying to pull him back to the bed

"STOP GET OFF OF ME YOU BITCH" Mingi yelled pushing her off and racing out the room as Seonghwa and Yeosang trapped her in the room and grabbed San, and Hongjoong then ran after him leaving the party behind. _____________________________________

Mingi was the first to reach your house practically speeding in his car surprisingly not getting caught by the cops and pulled over. 

He went to your door knocking anxiously and when you answered his heart practically stopped because of your state

You looked up at him not really angry just swollen eyes and the look of betrayal on your face thinking that he was coming over to change his mind and basically tell you that he's brainwashed and fucked out by your ex best friend and that you lied. At least that's what you were expecting until you saw a second pair of headlights in your driveway almost rear ending Mingi's car as the second car gets into park and Seonghwa and Yeosang practically fell out of the car and ran up to you

"Y/n...oh my god" Yeosang said pushing mingi aside pushing you back entering your house hugging you. "My phone died are you okay?" he asked lifting your face to look at him and you kind of just stared blankly

The rest of them came in even Mingi. these guys were your friends for years and they've never seen you in this state before.

San got the memo and was about to physically go after Mingi only to be stopped by Seonghwa blurting out "She was...basically forcing herself on him.." he said quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

You blinked confused thinking that this is gonna turn into a huge brawl between the guys protecting you but instead this. 

"What?" You said barely audible as the guys turned to you except for Mingi who was looking down 

"We saw it.." Yeosang said rubbing your arms 

All you did was look at Mingi who didn't break eye contact with the floor. You wiped your tear stained eyes took a deep breath and opened your mouth but before you could even say anything Mingi interrupted 

"I'm sorry I let her touch me." he said quietly still not making eye contact with anyone 

"Dude, it's not your fault. Evangeline is literally fucking crazy." San said pretending he wasn't just about to punch him for his friend 

"I think this is a conversation that y/n and Mingi need to have alone" Yeosang said as the rest of them quietly shuffled out the door 

"Im gonna charge my phone when I get home, text me if you need anything." Yeosang said closing the door behind him leaving the house in complete uncomfortable silence. 

After a bit you cautiously walked over to Mingi who refused to make eye contact with you like a puppy doing something bad and scared it's going to be yelled at

"Mingi..." you said tearful as he looked  at you face red like he's been fighting back tears this whole entire time

"Are you okay?" You asked getting closer to him as he starts to tremble "I'm not gonna hurt you.. I just want to know what happened.." you added

He opened his mouth and blinked as tears rolled down his face as he struggled to find words

It kind of felt weird because you never really see men be emotional not even your guy friends until now.

"I didn't... I wasn't.." was all he could say

You took his hand and lead him to your bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet and cleaned his teary face you held the underneath of his jaw wiping his face with a washcloth he took it out of your hand before you could place it on the counter and reciprocated what you did to him to you. 

After you both stood/sat in silence as he slowly rested his head on your stomach 

"I cant believe she did that to you." You said breaking the silence just staring and shaking your head

"I didn't like it." He said quietly lifting his head to look at you

"Well I would hope so or we would not be here right now." you said trying to be funny looking at him to see him still upset 

"Sorry." You added and there was more silence

"Can I..still stay?" Mingi quietly asked earning a nod as you looked at the time 

You both migrated to the couch after he went into his car to grab some extra clothes that he had and put them on, both agreeing that you're still wide awake from the adrenaline of everything and figured a movie might help wind you both down but there was still tension. 

Both of you sat a bit away from each other trying to watch the movie. 

Suddenly you shivered and mingi looked over at you 

"Sorry. Sometimes I get randomly cold I'll get up and get a blanket." You said starting to get up only to be yanked back down by Mingi into his lap you both stared at each other before he leaned into you your lips brushing against each others before your phone started buzzing like crazy starting the both of you.

You glanced over on the coffee table to see who it was and rolled your eyes.

"Its San he can wait" you said leaning into Mingi again finally connecting your lips to his as you wrapped your arms around him and him doing the same deepening the kiss.  You both pulled away after a bit out of breath when suddenly something came to mind that you completely forgot about. 

"what was it that you wanted to say to me before you got interrupted earlier before the party?" You asked 

"I wanted to tell you that I like you a lot more than just friends and that you didn't have to worry about me slipping away with your ex best friend." He said without skipping a beat 

"I'll be honest I thought you did with how Yeosang was texting me and then his phone died at a bad time." You kinda laughed  

He ran his fingers through your hair looking at you with sparkly eyes before kissing you again. You pulled away quickly as he gave you a confused look and suddenly said

"Well i guess since were confessing and before San fucking blurts it out I have something to tell you." You said as his eyebrows furrowed waiting to hear

"I've actually liked you since the first day of high school.." you said kind of embarrassed

"And you're telling me this now?! Was I that oblivious?!" He said worried 

"No no, I never really told anybody until recently actually because Evangeline had a crush on you too, and she probably would have done everything to get you to like her instead of me so I kind of just kept it to myself." You shrugged as he pulled you closer to him. 

"Well thats never happening, and when we go public with our relationship, i'll get a restraining order against her if i have to. He said making you giggle.

You both sat in silence watching the movie you still on his lap as he slowly lifted your shirt and started slowly rubbing your back you couldn't keep focus on the movie anymore you were thinking about how badly you craved Mingi and this might be your opportunity before your ex best friend tries to strike again

You quickly grabbed the remote stopped and turned off the tv and pulled Mingi into your room the both of you making out and shedding clothes as he pushed you gently onto your back on the mattress he started kissing all over your body until he got to your boobs where he took one in his mouth and massaged and pinching the other earning a moan from you as you played with his hair 

As he got lower you started to shudder earning a smirk from Mingi as he stopped at your pussy that was absolutely soaked by now "You want me so bad huh?" He said touching your clit and slipping a finger in earning a moan from you which gave him the okay to start eating you out 

"M-mingi.. I want you to fuck me please.." you begged making him smirk

"But I want you to cum on my fingers first" he said still lapping on your pussy as your body started to shake from your creeping orgasm. 

You never thought this would ever happen, one of the prettiest boys you went to high school with and now in your friend group wants you to be his girlfriend. 

You came just by his fingers alone and you feared (in a good way obviously) what his dick might do to you. 

"my pretty girl all fucked out by just my fingers" He sat up stroking himself with his other hand  "I want to feel your mouth on this dick before your pussy" he added

You froze. You have no experience with sex like your best friend did. 

Is that going to turn him off?

Is he going to wish it was her instead?

"Y/n?" He said gently snapping you out of your overthinking 

You inhaled and decided to tell him 

"I... don't have much experience.." you said almost barely audible looking away hoping things wouldn't stop there

"That's okay, I can guide you" Mingi said as he laid beside you while you went in between his legs shyly. 

You opened your mouth and started to lick his tip looking up at him making sure that you were doing the right thing 

"Oh god don't look at me like that I might cum all over your face " he moaned rolling his eyes back 

You started licking his shaft and stroking him as he tried his best to guide you through it while also enjoying it. 

"Okay okay" he stopped you before cumming catching his breath before taking over again flipping you both over while kissing while he's on top of you.

"Are you okay with no condom?" He asked earning a nod from you

He made sure you were wet enough before slowly entering inch by inch you gasped trying to adjust but thankfully he was taking his time with you, you gave him the okay to start. 

His pace was slow making sure you weren't uncomfortable or hurting he gripped your hips and slightly picked up the pace 

"Oh my god" was all that came out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back and you gripped your bedsheets

Mingi kissed you basically drilling you with his dick as your moans got louder and the sound of his dick getting wetter

"Look at us baby" he said as you both looked down at the mess you created on each other and you both laughed 

"You feel so good like this" you said throwing your head back onto your pillow as he kept going

"I feel so close to you cum with me now princess" Mingi said leaning in to kiss you as you both came together you unraveling all over his dick as he shot his cum inside you. 

Both of you catching your breath you look at him in a daze as he smiles kissing you.

"You did amazing babydoll" he said pulling out of you and quickly getting the washcloths from earlier rinsing it in warm water and giving it to you to clean yourself

Afterwards, you both went back to your bed to lay down he peppered kisses all over you. He stopped to stare at you and said 

"I love you. y/n I will do everything to protect you I promise." He said before kissing you again.

lmk how you like it!!

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

Celeste stayed true to her word and didn't linger around for long, but bid farewell to him and disapparated with a loud crack, leaving deafening silence in her wake, giving way to his loud thoughts and the guilt building within him to crush down on him with great force. For how long his heart would allow him to keep this up and risk playing with her trust, he couldn't know, however, he was willing to do it until he possibly could and for as long as they needed to sort things out with Narcissa and get perfectly comfortable in and with the relationship themselves; although, what he didn't account for at that point was that no matter how long they've waited, revealing their secret- or any secret of that nature wouldn't ever be comfortable, no matter how much time had passed. In fact, the longer, he'd kept Celeste in the dark, the further he'd push her away, and in the end, if things with Narcissa wouldn't go as he'd hoped, he'd not only lose her again, but his daughter as well. Too much was on the line, he did realise that, however, he was already too deep in it to stand away now. In fact, he hated to admit it, but it had been too late the moment he'd first set eyes on her after more than two years. He knew the moment he'd agreed to attend Ariadnè's birthday party just what was in store for him- that he'd either have to live with Narcissa or without her as there'd be no in-betweens. He'd even told her that he would never be able to be just her friend as he'd never stopped loving her with the same intensity and he wouldn't be able to diminish what he'd felt before, during- and despite those years they'd spent apart. He'd taken that risk and he was willing to continue his life even without her in it, just as he had done for his daughter and granddaughter during that time, however, by meeting with Narcissa and letting her in even for those few hours then, he'd made things more difficult for himself than if they'd remained without any contact. "No, I- Of course not" He turned in the direction where her voice came from, the deep line that had formed on the middle of his forehead from his thoughts present for another second before his features evened out as he shook his head and watched her approach him. "Celeste stopped by" He replied softly, offering her a smile, but not saying more on the topic just yet, unsure about whether she'd heard voices or the conversation itself. In need of some support, endorsement or approval, he couldn't decide, he'd extended his arm and held his hand out for her, meaning to take hers to later bring her into an embrace, except, she'd caught him off guard mid-way with a snarky, yet playful remark he couldn't left without a word on his own. "A gamble? With me- excuse me?!" He exclaimed, appalled by the mere idea, although, it wasn't a lie considering his sleeping-routine hasn't been the best in the past years. "If I recall correctly, every single time I've slept in was not because of me or my inability to wake up early, but because of the circumstances... or... dare I say, because of you?" He asked finally, arching a brow with the intent to insinuate her, however, the ghost of a smirk was already playing at his lips.

Narcissa didn’t miss the way his voice softened when he mentioned Celeste, nor the shadow in his eyes he tried to smooth out before facing her. She’d seen that look on him before, long ago, back when he was still trying to navigate the impossible weight of being both a father and a husband during a war that had gutted them all. It had never fully left him but now wasn’t the time to indulge in that heaviness. She moved toward him with deliberate grace, letting his outstretched hand guide her the rest of the way. Her fingers slipped into his, a quiet anchor for her. Just as he’d hoped, she had let him draw her in, her hands resting lightly at his waist and her gaze rising to meet his. “Oh, I fully stand by what I said,” she replied airily, tilting her head with faux-innocence. “It was always a gamble. One never knew what version of you would answer the door before noon: the charming host, the groggy tyrant, or the elusive ghost.” She felt his chest move against hers as he let out a dry laugh, and the tension between them loosened slightly. Then he shot back with his own tease. Her eyes narrowed with mock offense, though the smile tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her. “Me," she echoed, drawing back just an inch, as her hand lifted to press lightly against his chest. “Are you seriously blaming me for your appalling sleep habits?” She let the silence linger for a beat, then added silkily, “If I recall myself correctly, I was often the one up with the owls, checking on the baby, arranging household matters, while you were dead to the world...unless, of course, I woke you for… shall we say, less domestic reasons.” She raised a brow, tone both smug and intimate, then gave a soft laugh and shook her head. “Honestly, Lucius, if you’re going to start revising history, do try to make it convincing.” However, as she leaned her cheek briefly against his shoulder, that moment of levity gave way to something quieter. She closed her eyes as she relished in the safety of his arms that felt so secure, something she had missed. She wanted to confess that she’d heard nearly everything and to share her thoughts on Celeste. And yet, she couldn't. Not now, not like this.

Bones of Contention

[inkspiredwriting]

Broke the rules

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the sprawling grounds of the Umbrella Academy. Thirteen-year-old Five Hargreeves crept silently through the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Tonight was another night he would see Y/n, the girl who had captured his heart.

It had all started a few months ago during a rescue mission. Five and his siblings had been dispatched to save a group of hostages from a dangerous situation. Among them was Y/n, a brave and resourceful girl who had caught Five's eye immediately. Despite the chaos and danger, there had been an instant connection between them.

After the mission, Five couldn't get Y/n out of his mind. He had to see her again. So, he began to smuggle her into the Academy every evening. They would spend hours together, talking and laughing, sharing their hopes and dreams. It was the one bright spot in Five's otherwise regimented and controlled life.

Tonight was no different. Five made his way to the hidden entrance he had discovered weeks ago, his mind filled with anticipation. As he approached, he saw Y/n waiting for him, her eyes lighting up when she spotted him.

"Five!" she whispered excitedly, throwing her arms around him.

"Y/n," he replied, hugging her tightly. "I missed you."

They sneaked into the Academy, careful to avoid the surveillance cameras and the ever-watchful eyes of Sir Reginald Hargreeves. They made their way to Five's room, where they could finally relax and be themselves.

"I brought you something," Y/n said, pulling a small, wrapped package from her bag. "It's a book I thought you'd like."

Five's eyes widened with delight as he unwrapped the gift. "Thank you, Y/n. This means a lot to me."

They spent the evening reading and talking, the hours slipping away unnoticed. But unbeknownst to them, Sir Reginald had grown suspicious of Five's nightly disappearances. He had been monitoring the house closely, and tonight, he decided to investigate.

As Five and Y/n laughed softly over a shared joke, the door to Five's room suddenly burst open. Sir Reginald stood in the doorway, his expression stern and disapproving.

"Number Five," he said coldly, his gaze shifting to Y/n. "Who is this, and what is she doing in my house?"

Five jumped to his feet, his heart racing. "Sir, I can explain—"

"There's no need for explanations," Sir Reginald interrupted, his tone icy. "You have broken the rules, Number Five. You know the consequences."

Y/n looked between Five and Sir Reginald, fear and confusion in her eyes. "Five, what's happening?"

Five took Y/n's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "It's going to be okay, Y/n. I'll handle this."

But Sir Reginald was not in a forgiving mood. "You will never invite anyone to this house again, Number Five. Do you understand? This is not a place for outsiders."

"But she—"

"Do you understand?" Sir Reginald repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Five's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yes, Sir."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears as she realized what this meant. "Five, I—"

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Five said, his voice choked with emotion. "I wish things were different."

Sir Reginald stepped aside, allowing Y/n to leave. She gave Five one last, longing look before she turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

Five stood in the doorway, watching her go, his heart breaking. He knew he had to obey Sir Reginald's orders, but that didn't make it any easier. As the door closed, he felt a sense of loss he had never experienced before.

From that night on, Five was never the same. He buried himself in his training, determined to become stronger, to protect those he cared about until the day he finally had enough. The memory of Y/n lingered, a reminder of the young love he had found and lost, and the cost of living under Sir Reginald Hargreeves' iron rule.

[nocturnesanomaly]

Chapter 12: Only you (And you alone)

(Series Masterlist: Divine Violence) (Read on Ao3) (Inspired Playlist)

Series: The Divine Violence - chapter 12: Only you (And you alone)

Wordcount: 4,5k

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish x Gn!Reader

TW: (View masterlist for full series tw and tags) - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Religious Trauma, PTSD, Anxiety, Cult themes, Flashback heavy, Torture, Manipulation, Murder portrayed as suicide, Panic attack, allusion to self harm,

Description: You remember things best forgotten.

A/N: I've been waiting for this chapter for a long time, I've been wanting to write it almost since I even began this series, which is quite awhile ago now. I'm so happy it's finally written.

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Graham is here.

It's no longer a question whether it's a figment of your imagination. You saw him clear as day. John saw him. He was there, and he's doing his work just like he used to. Possibly even tighter than he used to. This would prove a bigger problem than you anticipated. The first time around the collective wasn't this quick to organize, it took several months, years even. This time around they had something solid already.

For weeks you'd been left with nothing, scratching at the ground for crumbs about the whereabouts of your old mentors, and you knew, where Graham was, Michael wasn't far ahead.

Those familiar faces have haunted you ever since you got out of bed that morning. In every corner, every little shadow you see their eyes watching, you hear their voices whispering chills down your neck. It's only a matter of time before they figure it out, you're here too. It ignites a deep-rooted anger. One you're not even sure is truly yours.

It makes your hands shake when you move the papers around on the table. It's hard to stay focused with how your mind is running. You hadn't even fuelled it properly. It was still working overtime to the point of an exhaustion you couldn't control.

You're pulled out of your own little trance at the sudden laughter of Gaz and John in the kitchen, it mixes well with the cheery music of the radio playing. The sound makes your heart twist, it incites your curiosity and the want to go find the source of their delight grows strong. You resist it nonetheless. There's a strange comfort in knowing that they're always there. You've spent such a long time alone, you forgot how it felt to be surrounded by people that didn't have such ill intentions towards your every action.

It was nice.

You struggle to regain your focus, to refind the anger that made the entirety of your driving force today. Every ounce you try to hold onto deflates by the seconds ticking past, and leaves you hunched over the table of scattered papers. It gives way to the creeping darkness in your mind instead. The part you've been fighting against the entire day.

You've felt it coming on for hours now.

Ever since you woke up really. You've felt off. Wrong. You knew what it was, it's far from the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last. It's always a slow descent, or perhaps a rise is the more appropriate word to describe your itching torment. It bubbles beneath your skin, crawls throughout your body to find it's way to your throat and grab it tight.

It's hard to ignore when every single one of your senses are focused on it. The panic. The worry. The need for action. Those brief times when you can feel it in your bones that something is fundamentally wrong with the way your brain is wired, when you become all too aware of yourself.

You move a few documented reports aside to pull out the old newspaper article. The centre picture is of Michael, one could even see Graham hanging near the back if you squinted. The grey ink had long since bled from the rough handling. This one was your own. Kept safely hidden until you needed it. You'd thrown it into the pile of necessary evidence to analyse without much suspicion.

The picture itself had been taken on the worst day of your life.

The day when you had been turned into something different, inhuman. He told you that you were above the rest, an authority figure for them to lean on. In reality he put you beneath them all. Something much more akin to a feral animal obedient to only the few.

You were cropped out of the picture on the table, but sure enough in the expanse of the void you were there. Off to the side next to Michael. You're not sure what expression you had made. When people looked at you that day, it had been fear from the elders and admiration from the young. You had been a symbol of what could be achieved with faith and prayer. You still were.

It had been a day of celebration, of song, dance and prayer.

When you had been recognized for what you were, and the fear your position was supposed to elicit. That part wasn't covered in the paper however. No, that story was about a beautiful congregation, of how a community of faith and love had formed in that small town it all started in.

It was an accurate assessment from someone on the outside. Nothing was wrong, everything there was love and faith, two things that go hand in hand with fear all too well. If you allow yourself to think, those three things was exactly what got you to stay for so long.

The radio in the background ends the last song, an announcer revealing the upcoming one after a short commercial advertisement. It starts slow, the rhythm lost on you until...

"Ooonly you."

Your ears don't recognize it at first, but when the first few words are sung through the speaker your heart drops. You stare holes into the radio, the familiar notes dancing around in your head to the slower beat of the music.

"Can do, make all this world seem right."

Nausea swirls. Your balance wains. Old memories best buried resurface.

Your vision is almost completely gone. It swirls around creating a dizzy mimicry of the actual world. Your hands feel as though they’re on fire, but you can't get yourself to move. The sound of water coming out of the shower head fills your ears. It becomes white noise to your brain.

Your body is shaking and you're not exactly sure why. It's only when you try to exhale the air in your lungs that you realize you're hyperventilating.

You let the scalpel fall out of your hand, clattering on the tile. It's sharp sound cuts something deep into your ears. Your head slowly scans the room, settling on the body next to you.

"...Emma?" you call her name in a hoarse voice. Every little movement you make is filled with a spiking pain, but you manage to crawl to her crumbled form in spite of it. Ugly marks cover her skin, scars you hadn't ever really noticed before. Thighs, arms, not much of it was left unmarred.

Her skin is cold. She doesn't wake up from any of your calls, and remains unmoving when you try to shake her. Red covers the floor beneath her head, colouring the water to take shape around her like a halo.

You can't find the source of her wound, there's nothing to put pressure on. There's nothing to save. You shake her, scream at her, do anything to get the girl to move, but alas she remains cold and unresponsive.

Your ears are ringing and everything is wrong. "Please...just wake up!!! I'm telling you to wake up!" It doesn't matter how much you scream at her, order her, try to force her to sit up. She just flops back down, lifeless, she won't even look at you.

A shadow towers over you from behind. You don't turn around to see what it is, your attention too focused on the body you so desperately want to stop being cold. "Please," your throat is turning sore from your sobs and screams. He's heard you calling.

"What happened here." His voice is cold. It holds no warmth for you. No more. When you turn to see him, his eyes are dark. He looks at you like you're the culprit. He looks at you like you did nothing at all to prevent this outcome. "What did you do."

You swallow down another cry. Warmth licks your cheeks like flames, the crusty feeling only further enhancing the despair you feel. "She-" You can barely get a word out. They seize in your throat, turn to dust on your tongue.

"You killed her."

Your brows furrow, as you slowly return your eyes to her. "No..." your voice is so quiet it barely even counts as a sound. "No no I didn't!" Your next words are clearer, panic entering your system faster than you can even think of an explanation.

"You killed her."

His voice echoes in your head. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.

The ringing returns.

"Was she not worthy?"

Confusion spreads like a disease. Doubt in your mind like poison. "What no, no she-"

"Was she a deceiver? A heretic? Did she deserve it?"

His questions make no sense. They dance around your skull, pestering you for answers that you don't possess.

"Was she unworthy?"

You're hauled up from the floor, eliciting a shriek from you. The fight you put up against him is entirely worthless. It does nothing but make his actions angrier. You're slammed against the tile wall. The wind in your lungs escape, black dots forming briefly in your vision. You try to focus but fail.

"Your training isn't moving fast enough my Angel."

There's the honey. The sweetness. The warmth.

The love.

Hidden beneath layers of frustration and anger, but it's there. He still loves you. He's not angry with you. His fingers trace your jaw. He washes the blood away from your face, putting extra attention around your scalp so clumps don't form. He uses nothing but his scarred fingers, and it feels heavenly.

Your bliss lasts no longer than five minutes. When he finishes cleaning you up, you're pushed out of the showers. You try to look back at her, but he doesn't let you. "But Father-"

"No."

He turns you away from the showers entirely, out of the locker room. He doesn't tell you anything. Any questions you have are shut down. Nothing gives you answers, and when you pass the door to your room, you stop asking.

The wind is once again knocked out of your lungs as you're flung into the chair. You're quick to respond, a feeble attempt at getting back up. It's disrupted as he takes your wrists, binding them to the chair with rope. "Father," you plead with him, and normally it would have worked but there's something different about him. He doesn't respond to you at all. Barely even looks at you as he kneels down to tie your legs as well.

You can't move.

"There's a specific practice I've shielded you from, my angel." His voice is different than normal. There's none of that sweetness that he usually carries when he talks to you. For a moment it feels like you're not dealing with him at all, and more his brother. A chill goes down your spine at a realization your body has before you do.

"But It's about time you learn...won't be long before you're going to be the one teaching." He turns his back to you, rolling over a small table on wheels. You can't see what’s on it but he messes around with something metallic.

"I'm...going to teach? The younger ones?"

"When you're ready."

He picks up a scalpel, almost identical to the one you had held in your own hand. Some nervous feeling starts rise in your body, pulsing through your veins at the implication of what he's going to do with you. He walks closer to you, enough to tower over.

"First...you will listen. You will learn."

The scalpel is lowered to your arm, and your eyes widen. The first cut elicits a yell of pain from you. One that is shortened as your Father's hand wraps around your throat and pushes you back in the chair. "Quiet, Angel." He leans in close, to have his voice right in your ear.

"This is for your own good. This is your atonement."

You gasp out, holding back the tears forming in your vision. "My...My atonement?" You try to turn your head to look at him but he keeps you in place.

"Yes. Feel the pain, the agony, every cut, every letter, every word. You deserve to feel it."

The knife is brought back but this time to your abdomen. The next cut doesn't elicit a yell or a scream, but holding back the sound of your pain proves much harder even with his hand on your throat, squeezing the reminder in your head.

You can't breathe.

Every heave for air makes the burning on your skin worse. More blood escapes from the wound on your chest. The words pulse, the feeling lick your insides like flames eats at wood.

GREED

He'd explained it, but you didn't care to listen. You don't understand. Why this. Why now. His words echo in your head, to the point you can't tell the difference from the real and the fake. It all blends together like a corrupted dream.

"Do you believe in god, My Angel?"

"Yes! Yes! Please stop! It hurts! There's so much blood!"

"Then why do you keep lying to Him Angel...why do you keep lying to me...it can all stop...all you have to do is...confess."

"I'm not lying!" you scream at him, trying lunge forward in the chair but the restraints keep you in place.

"Yes, you are." He insists, grabbing the arms of the chair to get back in your face. "You're lying to me! You're lying to Him!" he screams back in your face.

You sob harder, plead with him for mercy, for break at the very least. The pain was too much, so much worse in his hands to wield. It's nothing like the training with Graham. In the training you at least had a goal, you know what to do. Here you feel lost, he claims to be your guide but you feel no guidance besides the pain he wreaks upon your body.

And then something changes in him. Like the flip of a switch, he lets go of the scalpel and cradles you. "I know it hurts my Angel...but I've got you...I'm only giving you as much as I know you can take...I'll always protect you, you know that yeah?" The blood on his hands smears onto your cheeks, but you've never felt more loved.

"Yeah..." your voice is barely there, but he hears you all the same.

"Yeah, you know that I wouldn't ever harm you. I'm doing this for your own good. You'll thank me in the end," he lets go of your face and picks the knife up again. "I'll make sure of it."

"No no no! Please! Father!" You scream for him to listen but his face doesn't even twitch. He throws you into the room. Your bloodied naked body hitting against the concrete making you cry out in pain.

"Please!"

He doesn't even look at you as he locks you in there. A room you didn't even know existed before this. No windows, no furniture, nothing for you to even lay on. The door shuts with a heavy screeching sound. It echoes in your ears as you're left in the darkness.

You curl up on the floor, and try to ignore the pain. It's overwhelming. Made even worse against the scratchy cold floor. "Please...I don't want it like this..." Your cries turn quieter with no one to hear them.

You try to reason with it, try to find where you had done something wrong. He's been at it for days now. It's left your body weakened, begging for sleep that will not come. Your head is pounding. Your Father's words echoing in your mind. It doesn't matter how much you scream for it to stop, for it to be quiet, it keeps going.

All until you clasp your shaking hands over your ears. It all seizes in an instant. The symphony of voices being commanded to stop to make way for something entirely different, for something worse.

This is pathetic really.

Your face scrunches up in confusion, and you open your ears to look into the darkness.

"What?"

I mean honestly, what did you expect would happen? That he would just forgive you because you didn't mean to do it? Your actions have consequences.

"No no...I...I didn't mean to-"

Of course you didn't. You never do, but guess what you still did. Spider.

Your heart is pounding in your throat now. The uncontrollable shaking in your body turning worse as you see him emerge from the darkness. He's still young. Just like how you last saw him, but he doesn't look pleased with you.

"Simon...what...what are you doing here..."

I thought you'd be better than this Spider. You know I really thought you'd take the hint the day I left, and actually go make something of yourself like I did. Then again you were never good at understanding hints were you.

You claw at the ground, try to crawl closer to him but no matter how close you get it's like he's forever out of reach. You manage to curl up against the opposite wall before he speaks again.

You're a great disappointment to me, Spider.

"No...please...I want to go home...please help me..."

You're beyond help.

You can feel him walk away, the sound of his footsteps getting quieter the more you wait. You panic. "No wait!" You fling yourself around to see him again. Just one more time. Just one last glimpse of the beauty in his eyes.

You find nothing but silence and darkness in front of you.

"Simon?"

You wrap your arms around yourself and scream.

The smell of death and decay is ingrained in the room itself.

Sometimes your own familiarity with it haunts you. You've started even dreaming of it. The amount of teaching you do doesn't equal to the time you spend in here these days. Everyday more people come to the cause seeking shelter. Everyday your growing list of tasks expands.

This one is particularly stubborn. He came seeking food and shelter, on the run for something he didn't do. Or so he claims. His mind is fragile, easily malleable, like yours had once been. Yet you had still expected him to last longer before he cracked.

He's already screaming and the blade hasn't even touched him. You suppose you don't fault him. There's been a shift as of late, one even someone as dense as yourself have noticed. The respect people used to have for you has changed, it hasn't minced in any way, but it's taken a turn. There's wariness mixed with the usual adoration. The people seeking guidance from you now hesitate, their voices are quieter, their tone more patient.

"Do you wish to confess?" you ask the man calmly. His name had started with an A or an E, but you could hardly remember. He's one of the newer ones. The type that doesn't quite get the permanence of your community.

You would show him.

Someone is watching you from the corner. Eyes practically glowing in the dark with how intensely they're fixated on your movements. He does it every now and again. Makes sure you don't hesitate, don't show remorse, and when you eventually do, because you still fall back into it every now and then, he'll take it upon himself to remind you too.

The first incision is always the hardest. When you have to control the shake in your hand, and make sure you don't go too deep. It's meant to hurt, it's meant to scar, but it's not meant to damage.

His pleas and echoed screams fall on deaf ears as you come to finish up the first word. Pride, had been his main sin. The thing he struggled too much with to even admit. You would help him, like you helped the others, like you'll help everyone.

The cruel truth of it is that it doesn't even matter if he says the right things. If he confesses like you ask him so kindly to do. He has to feel the pain. It's only thing that will set him free in the end. The only thing that will cleanse him. They all thank you afterwards. Some take longer than others but they all do in the end. It makes you feel a little better, like what you're doing actually has some meaning.

"Fuck you," he spits. Some of it hits your cheek, causing you to flinch back. "You think you're righteous in this? You're just as disgusting and the rest!"

You nod quietly, watching him finish his little fit. He heaves for air. The thing he doesn't seem to realize is that it doesn't matter.

You don't care.

When the knife meets his skin, he screams again. He struggles against the restraints like his life depends on it. You have no intention of killing him however. No, that wouldn't be productive use of your time or your skills. You're not a killer unless He demands it. A rehabilitator fits more accurately to your skillset. It's how people would describe you, at least to your face.

You cut out the words, repeating his sins back to him. Waiting for him to confess them would take longer, require more. Ample time that you don't have the luxury of today.

Today is a day of celebration. New believers will join you, the old will greet them, and together you'll expand more than you ever thought possible. The collective has come a long way. You try to feel proud of it. That is what is expected of you.

You pull back your tainted hands when the word of lust are engraved on his arm. With a little luck it would heal, and look better than the ones you sported on your own body, beneath layer and layer of clothes.

Shadows creep up behind you. Small congratulatory whispers in your ear as your scenery shifts. The church has never looked more beautiful, and your smile has never looked as good in all white. The Father and his brother smile at you, look to you with proud faces that speaks to rewards you'll reap later on. The children run to you, they adore you. The adults pay their respects, asks for a blessing that you kindly redirect to the one you know who can give them.

The local paper is here too, and you pose for a picture that will never be seen. Some here will leave with a spark of something new in their hearts, an itching feeling that will get them crawling back before long. The rest will never want to leave again.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The memories are like an assault on your sense, and before you even know it you're hyperventilating. It doesn't matter how much air you hold in your mouth. It's not enough. It's never enough.

Cleanse the nonbelievers.

The shadows no longer whisper. They scream.

They're right there next to you, around you, penetrating into your mind, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Your body seizes, your hand tight on the combat knife that had been on the table. The song continues in the background, a catalyst to your unstable mind.

"When you hold my hand."

It's for your own good

Your stare could bore holes into the table.

"I understand the magic that you do."

I'll always protect you, you know that yeah?

Your stomach swirls with nausea, and you can feel it threatening to come back up.

"You're my dream come true"

This is pathetic really

"Spider?"

Your eyes dart up to the source of the noise. A grotesque sight forming in front of you, his body covered in darkness festering like mold. It obscures him, hides him. His head parts like a hungry mouth, teeth and tongue lunging for you with no remorse.

It attacks your peace of mind as much as the auditory input does. Without an extra thought the knife is thrown with jarring accuracy. An ability you've missed, locked behind the unfocused part of yourself you refuse to go past.

It flies through the air, right past Simon's face.

His actual face.

You falter, gripping the table for support. He looks at you just as shocked. The crease on his forehead pulls on his scars, his expression changing from one of shock morphing together with concern.

You can hardly hold the contents of your stomach down any longer, and you run for the bathroom.

"My one and only you"

At first, you're not sure who follows you. You have little time to care when the bile travels up your throat and only narrowly manages to land in the toilet instead of the floor. Someone comes to your side, talks to you, though nothing gets through the ringing in your ears.

His hand rub reassuring shoulders against your back, and something with a vaguely Scottish accent does make it through for you to recognize. It doesn't help you relax but at the least it doesn't add on to the anxiety you're throwing up into the toilet. Another body kneels to your other side, Gaz's voice filtering through your other ear too.

What they say hardly matters, you feel their presence, their want to help. And they get to help you a lot more than you'd originally have liked when the black spots in your vision gets bigger, claiming it completely.

When you wake the room is pitch dark, but you can feel from the sheets it’s not your assigned bed. It's a bit rougher, a bit lumpier and has a distinct smell you attribute to Simon. You stir a little, curl up on yourself as you stare into the darkness. Things move in it, eyes watching back from the abyss. Instead of focusing on it, you close your eyes again.

The song couldn't be an accident. No matter how much you wished it to be. It's too sudden, too random for it to just be up to chance. Someone saw you. Someone knows. They're calling on you, in their own subtle way that they know will only reach you. It makes your chest clench, nausea threatening to return.

The bed dips, someone new laying down behind you. A hand circles around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He's warmer than the blanket, a furnace in a human body. You opt not to move away. Only when his hand travels to your hip, crawls its way under your shirt do you stop him. Guilt rises, warming up your face. The scars were still there, ugly branded marks, words of your sins. You didn't want him to feel it.

"Simon."

He stops, freezes before retracting his arm, settling it on top of your shirt instead and giving you a squeeze. "Sleep," he mumbles against your ear. His breath softly fanning against your skin. You feel his face press against the back of your neck. You can feel the ridges and bumps in his scars, a crooked nose, chapped lips. You want to turn around but your body is chained.

A shuddering breath leaves you. As long as you don't turn, as long as you don't open your eyes, you can pretend that this moment is real, you can pretend it means something. It brings little comfort, and you allow yourself to drift once again.

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[kedreeva]

I ordered an ice cream cone at McDonald's and when I got to the window, the manager moved the window person aside and held up.... This. She says, "You ordered a cone, but this is all we have for you, because our machine just got working again. Do you still want it?"

Of COURSE I want it. Look at it. It's got anxiety. Me too, buddy. It's perfect. Basically a milkshake but with a cone. I'm going to immortalize it on Tumblr immediately.

[zackmartin]

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[sysig]

I thought I was done being feral about Tamagotchis but no, it was just a lull

[maddy-ferguson]

i have a crush on someone i met a month and a half ago who i only saw for a week then that i'm seeing again for a week now and that i'm gonna see for four more weeks from now until june this is what life is all about

[dgaftilwedie]

where the fuck do i read the meloghia fucking. thing. helo me. i need more melone

[kermdoeswriting]

Don't Call Me That

Dick isn't entirely sure what it is about their newest teenaged recruit Phantom, but the guy absolutely gives him the creeps.

He knows it isn't the implication of a realm of ghosts being a real thing, no matter how much that implication has rattled his brain. But it is something, something else.

There was just some kind of certain air surrounding Phantom that tended to put Dick on edge whenever they're near each other.

It also doesn't help that the guy has the tendency to do things normal people wouldn't really do. Things like talking to the empty air like he's having a genuine conversation or staring off into one spot of the room like a cat watching a corner of the wall while hunting.

Things like bringing sudden chills to Dicks skin whenever he passes by or the way he seems to constantly breathe out cold air like a dragon for the fun of it.

Dick has caught him doing all of these things multiple times and most times, despite scaring him slightly, they were just harmless things about his newest team-mate.

But right now it wasn't really about that at all. Right now he's more annoyed than afraid of him.

For some reason recently, Phantom has been greeting him by his old hero persona rather than his new one. And its been eating at Dick every single time it happens, being reminded of the time he had first switched costumes and names to distance himself from Batman as a whole.

Except this time the person saying it had never even MET him in his original suit, so having Phantom calling him Robin was aggravating him faster than any of the other more important issues he should be dealing with were.

Dick originally attributed to it possibly being some sort of hero worship that he was going through, an attempt to impress him with his past history as knowledge. God knows, Tim wasn't any better when he had first met the poor kid at his doorway all those years ago.

But then Phantom had revealed that he hadn't even known Gotham was a real city nor did he know who Batman was up until a few months ago. That had set Dicks mental alarm bells off all over again.

It was weird all over and since it was just outright weird, Dick had decided to pull him aside to talk to the younger teen about it.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me by that name, Phantom" He had started off, watching as Phantom went through confused faces to figure out what this conversation was about. Dick just continued on.

"The name, Robin, is just really special to me and my family. And I stopped going by that name years ago, it would feel wrong to be called that again when I've outgrown it."

Phantom looked less confused now as it seemed to click altogether about what he had been talking about. The teen tilted his head at him, looking over him for a second before doing another one of his cat stares at the dead air behind him.

Dick just sighed for a moment but watched as Phantom came back into focus and genuinely looked somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry," Phantom started off sheepishly, eyes looking towards the floor for a second before looking back at his. "I didn't know you both went by that name at some point. I had mostly been greeting the little ghost attached to your side, not you, sir"

Dick froze at the wording, looking at Phantom with wide eyes. Phantom just continued without even looking at him.

"He always seems to be around you a lot and he was excited when he realized I could see him so I started greeting him whenever he was with you. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfy doing so."

Dicks breath hitched a bit before eventually choking out all the questions he had trapped in his throat. The suddenness made Phantoms eyes land back on his face again.

"What... What little boy? Did he say his name? What was he wearing?"

Phantom tilted his head again at Dick, looking more confused at Dicks confusion.

"What do you mean? It's Robin wearing the Robin costume?"

Phantom suddenly looked over to the dead air behind him again for a second, nodding his head and humming a bit before turning his attention back to Dick.

"He told me to say 'Big Bird you're such a dolt' to you. I don't know what that means but-"

Dick couldn't hear anything else Phantom was even saying to him. His breathing stopped and all he could feel was a small chill behind him, seemingly surrounding him in a small way that reminded him of a certain boys hug.

"Jason?"

[sturnlsstuff]

MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo

| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"

pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader

summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.

warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni

a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!

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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.

her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.

chris: u busy?

she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.

y/n: hi to you too

y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up

chris: having fun?

chris: when u gonna be home ma?

y/n: like in an hour or so

chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya

y/n: you do???

she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.

chris: hell yeah i do

chris: get ur ass out here

she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.

y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address

chris: omw gorgeous

chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.

after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.

chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.

he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."

she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.

she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.

"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.

she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.

"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.

"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.

he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."

"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."

"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."

"see, and that's crazy."

chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.

"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."

"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"

chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...

once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."

chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."

she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.

"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.

he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.

"c'mere."

her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.

"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.

"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"

she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.

"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.

"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"

"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.

"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.

"shut up for once, yeah?"

"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.

she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.

she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.

"god, i hate that i missed you so much."

it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.

"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"

she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.

"yeah... i did"

he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.

"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.

"want me to show you?"

he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.

"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."

his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."

he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.

"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.

"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"

she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.

"show me how much you missed this dick then."

she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.

"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.

he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.

"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."

she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.

“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."

he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.

"chris i-"

she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"

she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"

"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"

"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.

she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.

"chris!"

but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.

"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.

"yeah, baby?"

she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."

he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.

"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."

chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.

"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.

"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."

she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.

"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"

she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.

"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.

his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.

"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."

he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."

she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.

"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."

she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.

"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."

"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."

he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.

"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.

he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."

she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"

chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.

"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."

with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.

"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.

"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."

"im paying this time."

"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"

"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.

"soooo... round two?"

"christopher, i swear to god."

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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..

[chronicowboy]

Eddie calls him about ten minutes after he finishes unpacking. And Buck doesn't—panic. He doesn't! He has no reason to panic. Tommy doesn't know a damn thing about him and Eddie. And Maddie, well. She doesn't know anything either. Not this.

Nobody but him and Eddie—and Chris—understand what they are to each other, and that's okay. Buck made his peace with that long ago. Long before he even knew he liked guys. Which. Not that that matters or has any sway on his perception of his and Eddie's relation—friendship. They're just BuckandEddie. Doesn't need to be any more than that. Just his best friend.

All this to say: when Eddie calls, he doesn't panic. He takes a very respectable three deep breaths, tries not to grimace at the leather squeaking under his ass and hits the green button with a hand that absolutely isn't shaking.

Because he's not panicking. He's happy. He's so happy. He gets to talk to Eddie. For the first time since he left. Why would he be panicking? Because of some stupid assumptions from an insecure ex? Sure, right. Like he'd ever let that touch him and Eddie.

Competition, he thinks, like Tommy ever could have competed with Eddie Diaz.

"H-hey, E-eddie." Buck isn't sure why he stumbles over Eddie's name. He's had enough practice over the past few days. Said it enough times in his life that it should be able to slip out seamlessly every damn time.

"Hey, Buck." And there's Eddie sounding sure and confident and a little tired and warm and soft and so much like his best friend. Buck aches. "Just finished unpacking. Told myself I couldn't call until I was done. Incentive, y'know?"

And Buck grins. Grins so big his face hurts and he forgets all about the stupid leather couch underneath him. He imagines the two of them unpacking at the exact same moment, finishing in the same breath, still in sync even 800 miles apart. And then the second part of it hits him. Calling Buck his reward for menial, mind-numbing labour. The idea of hearing Buck's voice getting him through all the organising and reorganising and rereorganising. Fuck, he misses him.

"I, uh, I-I actually just unfinished packing too," Buck replies. A beat too late maybe. Doesn't matter. Eddie huffs a laugh, nothing matters but that.

"No shit. Should've known it'd take us a while to shake off the synchronicity." And Eddie's voice is so warm, so fond, it soothes the ache of the inevitable loss of their bond. That special tie between them that never let them stray too far soon to be severed. And then, like Eddie can hear him, "still a team even two states apart, huh?"

"Always a team," Buck replies, too soon this time probably. Doesn't matter. Not when he can hear Eddie's smile.

"How's the house treating you?" he asks, words shaped into something beautiful by the curve of Eddie's lips. But still, Buck's heart drops right out of his ass.

How does he answer that?

I missed you so much I couldn't sleep here without you. I didn't unpack because the house still feels like yours. The house still feels like yours because I wish it was. Yours. I couldn't sleep because you weren't snoring down the hallway. And the one night I did sleep here I had to fuck my ex as a distraction just to try and forget that you should be the one in that bedroom.

But he can't say any of that. He can't.

"Uhhhhhh." He blinks. Has forgotten every word in the English language.

"Buck?" Eddie's smile is gone.

"Why'd you stop talking to Tommy when we broke up?"

Silence. Fuck.

"He broke your heart, Buck," Eddie says slowly, evenly, too controlled. Hiding something. "Why the hell would I talk to him?"

"B-because. You guys were friends before me and him got together."

Eddie's straight. Tommy scoffs. Friends.

"And I promised to have your back five years before I even knew he existed," Eddie replies simply. "There was no competition there, Buck."

Oh. Oh, shit.

"How, um, how did you find out about that anyway?" Eddie asks when Buck's silence stretches on too long. "Not that it was a secret or anything. I just... I didn't tell you because I didn't think it mattered. And I know you didn't call Tommy, so..."

"No, n-no, I didn't call him." And he didn't is the thing. Didn't call him to apologise like he said he would to Maddie. Just. Let it lay.

"What aren't you telling me, Buck?" Eddie sighs. Buck misses his fucking sighs.

"Ravi called him. Well, found him. At the bar. And brought him over."

"Jesus Christ." And Buck can see him clear as day, bridge of his nose pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Remind me to send Ravi a strongly worded e-mail on how to be your partner."

Buck kind of really wants to read that fucking email.

"We slept together," Buck blurts out.

Silence. Fuck.

"You and Ravi...?"

"No." Buck barks out a laugh. A startled sound. "No, not Ravi."

"Okay, okay, good," Eddie breathes out. "Because that would not be one of the points of the e-mail." Buck snorts again. Sobers instantly. Gets a sharp little pang in the pit of his stomach. No reason. "So. Tommy."

"Yeah." Buck ducks his head. "Tommy."

"Did you..." Eddie struggles with something for a moment, and Buck finds himself sitting up straighter, bracing for whatever comes next. "I mean, did you... When you... y'know, did you go to his or-or... yours?"

Buck bluescreens. Blacks out maybe. What the fuck?

"Um, y-yours or, no, mine. M-mine. It was closer. To the bar. And I—" And he what? What? What is it lurking in the shadows of his brain, slipping through his fingers like sand every time he thinks he's close enough to hold?

"Okay." Eddie says it like he's taking a punch.

"Is-is that, I mean, th-that's okay, right?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd classify sleeping with your ex as okay." Eddie makes some sort of noise. Half anguished and half furious. "Where the hell does he get off—" your bedroom, Buck thinks deliriously "—hooking up with the guy who's heart he broke?"

"He didn't break my heart, Eddie." Says it. Realises it's true.

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"He was scared I was gonna break his, remember?"

"Dumb," Eddie says succinctly. Buck snorts.

"I'm not getting back together with him or anything. It was just a one time thing. You don't have to worry about me showing up on your doorstep to brood again."

Silence. Again. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

"I think I'd be okay with it, if it brought you to my door," Eddie whispers.

Tears sting in Buck's eyes. He presses the bottom of his phone into his forehead until it begins to hurt. Clears his throat.

"How's the fixer-upper?"

Best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. But.

[evieelyzabethh]

"taste"

☆"you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin', my body's where they're at"☆ Wearing Arcane characters clothes {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, a bit of fluff, Viktor calls reader a whore, a bit suggestive for all of them

an: this is the case for all my titles, but I feel I should clarify; the songs are not meant to accompany the headcanons, I just get lazy when naming things so I cherry pick song lyrics then use the title lol.

♞Vi♞

♞Vi never thought she would have to worry about her clothes going missing. They're all tattered and torn, holey from all the times she's been cut or stabbed, blood stained from all her injuries throughout the years, and absolutely falling apart at the seams. Hell, her own shirts are so ruined she usually just walks around in chest binding bandages. Granted, stealing Vi's clothes started from an accident of convenience.

You didn't think anything of it as you slipped on the old thing, the writing so faded you could no longer make out the outlines of the letters and the color so sun-bleached it just looked a dull beige. There were holes along the shoulder blade, rib cage, and chest, the hems had long since unraveled, and the neckline had been cut. It Vi wasn't so averse to throwing things out, it's home would've been the garbage can ages ago. But still, it was comfy and clean and something of hers, so you pulled it over your head and carried on into the laundry room where you sat on top of your washing unit, vibrating along with the clunky machine beneath you. You decided to read as you wait, eventually become so engrossed with your book, you miss the sounds of Vi trudging her heavy feet across the floor as she returns from her most recent bout of getting her ass kicked. She hums her way around the space, painfully shrugging her jacket over her aching shoulders, enroute to the laundry room where she finds you, ankles crossed with some old mystery book in your hands. She gawks at you for a moment, not quite knowing what to say at the sight of you in her clothing. It looked good on you. Well, everything looked good on you, but this looked right. "Did you get all dressed up for me, pretty? You jump a bit at the sudden intrusion of her slightly gravelly voice, but eventually relax into her warm, musky presence. She knows how you feel about her smearing her bloody lips across your freshly showered skin, so she bites her lip to swallow her urges. "Depends, did you get yourself all battered just so I could patch you up?" She snickers, wiping the remnants of dried blood from her top lip. "Will my honest earn me a pre-shower kiss?" Of course, you nod your head. You have a very hard time denying her, not even bothered by the feeling of her gauze bound hands grip on your thighs and your skin beneath her shirt. She whimpers, leaning heavily onto the washer, her fingers likely leaving marks from how desperately she grabs at you for stability and her own sanity. She doesn't realize until the adrenaline wears off how much tonight did a toll on her, pulling away from the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. "You need help to the shower?" "Yeah", she murmurs, hardly louder than a whisper, holding onto your waist as you hop down and sling your arm over her shoulder. "No more pit fighting for a while?", you question lightly, to which she responds by pulling a hefty bag of coins from her pants pocket. "Not for a few months."

★Ekko★

★Ekko has a commune, he is absolutely no stranger to sharing, especially when it comes to clothes. As many times as you have snuck a few of his jackets over the years, he has taken his fair share of your tops, liking the way they constrict and show the definition of his biceps and show off his sculpted lower abdomen. You swap rings, hair ties, and all sorts of accessories, it's another way that you two are visually all over each other. I also wouldn't be surprised if he was the type to buy things knowing they would eventually end up in your closet.

★This being said, you would have better luck getting a reaction out of him showing up wearing nothing rather than in his clothes, at least clothes that aren't important to him. He's so desensitized to the idea of sharing; a regular hoodie wouldn't get him going. Wearing something of his though, his jacket, his mask, replicating how he does his face paint, that would certainly get him. It's the explicit connection to him that gets him, it's you proudly wearing an echo of Ekko.

It was cold and wet and dreary. The sky was grey, and murky puddles formed in the innumerable cracks and crevasses in the dirty floor of the Undercity that the ground began to look like a muddy sea of water. It was the perfect day to be inside, maybe make some warm soup, put on a vinyl and pretend the crackley sound bites are early lightning bolts, and bundle up beside Ekko and call it a day before the sun went down. This was not the case as Ekko was out covering the gardens so they wouldn't be flooded by impure water and preparing for any potential storm surge, leaving you home alone, wrapped in his favorite jacket. You doubted it would be a big deal, it's not like he's ever been upset about borrowing his clothes without asking before, but his reaction when he returns home scares you for a moment. His eyes are closed as he walks through the door, carelessly toeing off his shoes, lifting up his already soaked shirt to wipe the running face paint before it gets into his eyes. From your place on the couch, you look out the window for the first time in hours to see it pouring down, the droplets pelting on your windows and the wind sending the occasional pebble flying at the glass. "I'm telling Scar to do this shit next time, it's too damn w- oh." He freezes, midway through yanking off his raincoat, eye's slightly irritated as they stare at you. oh? "Is that my jacket?" You falter a bit. "Yeah...is that ok?" You had no plans of going out in it, wearing only some old cotton shorts whose elastic waistband snapped years ago and a thin tank top. You didn't even have a bra on. He collects himself though, smirking as he looks you up and down, how good the color compliments your complexion, drinking in the slivers of skin, the sight of your nipples through your top. Of course it's ok, in what fucking world would it not be? "Yea, baby, it's fine." His mumbles, his voice lower and his eyes a bit wide. "You look good in it, too. C'mere, do a spin for me."

❂Jayce❂

❂This man is 6'7 and built like a brick shithouse, his clothes absolutely swallow you and he thinks it's adorable. He gets a fit of cuteness aggression, he just wants to squeeze and hug and kiss you until you pop. It speaks to that part of him that is quite aware of his sheer size, his biceps are the size of your head, you have to look up just to make eye contact with him, his clothes practically fall right off you. He's just so...big.

He awakes slightly startled and feeling empty, immediately feeling your lack of warmth in his arms and slightly panicking. It's too early in the morning to be rational and his frequent nightmares are doing him no favors. He hates waking up alone and cold, he feels like he's waking up in that cave again. His senses calm his rapidly beating heart, the comforting smell of coffee and something syrupy sweet, the sound of something sizzling on the stove. He throws the comforter off him, cringing at the feel of the cold floor on his feet before he throws on some socks and sweatpants to wander around half-asleep in. His brain short circuits when he sees you, his large shirt practically hanging off your shoulders, flowing around your bruised and kiss-bitten thighs. You moved lithely around the kitchen, going back from chopping strawberries for the waffles, stirring the eggs, flipping the bacon, and he's man enough to admit he's blushing a bit. You made breakfast for him! That's so cute. He slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, bending down to plant kisses on your neck. "My shirt looks really good on you, gorgeous." You giggle, turning around to face the big man behind you who picks you up by your hips to set you on the countertop, settling in between your thighs. "You think?" He hums. "Maybe a few sizes too big, but it's endearing. You look like a little fairy, like I could carry you around in my pocket all day." And his eyes are big and out of focus, that charming gap-toothed smile on display as his hands rub over your smooth skin, pushing his shirt higher and higher. Too big is certainly a familiar sentiment, how desperately you were crying that out just last night is still looping in his brain as he says it. "Maybe I'm normal sized, and you're just a giant. Have you ever thought of it that way?" He chuckles. More times than you can imagine.

☽Viktor☾

☽Hard immediately, next question. His work outfits look completely normal on him, but the buttons pop at your chest and the vests accentuate them in a way that's pornographic. Even his ties only serve to enhance the fantasy, even though they are the exact garments he wears to his lab every day. There is nothing innately sexual about it at all, but that's the fun of it. The fact thar you chose to wear that black lacy bra that you knew would show through the top, the way you wear his reading glasses low on your nose, the red bottom heels that you wear, which in any other context could be seen as perfectly appropriate work attire. It's the performance of it that he appreciates.

He knows exactly what game you are trying to play with him, no matter how hard you try and play coy. There is no way that you accidently shrunk your blouse in the wash, hell, he knows that's not your blouse because the buttons are on the wrong side for it to be female attire. He knows that's his tie, he is one thousand percent sure that if he was to yank you by it and check the underside, he would see his initials embroidered. He knows you left it loose on purpose, you have requested for the entire relationship to pick out and tie his ties for him, he knows you can make it tighter. Everything is utterly loose, for lack of a better word. The top button is undone, the tie isn't completely tucked under the collar, the slit of your skirt is not where it should be. It's a play at looking professional that you and him both know is just a test to see how long it takes for him to crack and rush you both home. At first, he's willing to play ball because you always crack first, but today, however, you decided to be serious about your productivity. He tries to focus, he really does, but after a while the clicking of your heels becomes too hypnotic, the fake attempts at adjusting your tie begin to pile onto the sexual frustration, and you lean over one too many times, giving him a good whiff of your perfume and oh you went with a red bra to match his red tie. He waits for Jayce to leave the room, slamming the book he was 'reading' shut as he lets out a very aggravated breath. "I want my shirt back." Cut and dry, his hand flipping the tie you're wearing to confirm that is indeed his. You smirk, and he would feel the need to wipe it off your face had it not been for the fact that he swallowed his pride hours ago after his hard on became too much to ignore. "You want it back now? Right here." And you're already slipping off the other buttons and he contemplates whether it's worth it to barricade the door with the table to buy you more time or be rational and tell you to stop. "Had I known you planned on being a whore today, I wouldn't have invited you over." You pout as he pulls the knot of his tie, grabbing your hands to bind your hands. "But don't I look pretty, Vik?" He rolls his eyes. "You look magnificent, love."

☼Mel☼

☼Like Ekko, she isn't a stranger to sharing clothes with you. Even if it's not hers, she has an exact replica tailored just for you. This being said, she loves playing dress up with you with her clothes. Anytime she needs to clear out her closet or has an article of clothing she doesn't know how to feel about or just gets bored, she'll call you to wherever she is and request you be her doll for a little bit.

Though you had been in Mel's closet for what had to have been hours at this point, you couldn't really complain. Never had you felt more pampered in your life, tens of gowns, trousers, and blouses gracing your skin as you twirled on the platform in Mel's closet as she analyzed the garment from every angle. Now you stood in something white and flowy, the sleeves long, the bodice double lined for winter weather, the hemline off the shoulders and trimmed with fur, the bottom thick and heavy. "What do you think lovey? Do you think it's too on the nose, you know I've never been the biggest fan of fur." Her hand feels across your chest, dusting off where some of the fluff had fallen and rubbing the soft material in her hands. "I don't see you in fur, it's too much of your mother's thing, but I do think it's nice. The lining is really nice on the skin, sorta has a fleece feel to it." She nods, moving her hands along your waist to connect with the silver zipper. She clucks her tongue. "Would I be silly to not wear it because the zipper isn't gold. I know it's a miniscule detail, but I really don't do silver." You chuckle as you look around her closet, a room larger than the bedroom you grew up in filled with racks of clothes that had some sort of golden sheen, be it from the color of the fabric, some sort of metallic accent, or a reflection from the general vibe of the room. "My love, you have so many clothes in here I doubt you would wear it regardless." She smiles. "Are you getting tired of this." You hesitate, which is plenty answer enough for her. You had been standing for hours at this point, and your back was starting to ache from how straight your back had been. "Do you have it in you for just one more. I promise, it'll be quick." She already has it out of the box, a very small party dress that you had never seen her wear before. "I bought it months ago but have been going back and forth between whether or not it would look better on me or you." Of course, you oblige, and she giggles as she zips you out of the dress, carefully sliding it off until the fabric pools around your nearly naked body. Her tunnel vision is briefly abandoned as her movements slow, lingering over the curves of her body, her fingernail tracing tiny hearts on the skin of your chest. "I know I say this every time, but you truly do look beautiful out of everything. Undressing you may be my favorite part of this." You playfully roll your eyes. "Stop being a flirt and just zip me into the dress, I want lunch."

[wordstome]

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)