#kids are getting screwed up beyond belief

[alddente]

I neeed to tear Tik Tok diet influencers apart with my teeth Jesus Christ. Was trying to find a recipe I forgot to save this morning and was greeted with a man screaming about how a shitty looking salad was the same amount of calories as a tortilla. The number was 200, by the way. 200. Not 2000, not 1000, 200. A small amount for something that is part of a larger meal. If you eat a meal that’s 200 calories you will not be full or satisfied and you will go back for something later.

One of the comments that particularly stuck out to me was some teenager commenting “omg I just checked and my tortillas are 200 calories I’m scared what do I do”.

I’m scared. I’m. Scared. These teenagers, these children, are becoming scared of food, they’re scared to eat real, nutritious meals because diet influencers are telling them they should be. It’s fucking disgusting and incredibly commonplace on Tik Tok especially, but I also see it on Instagram, and those are arguably the social media platforms with the youngest average user base. It’s sickening. I’m so tired. Body checking and what I eat in a day videos reign supreme on “health” Tik tok and nothing is being done about it.

[prettyboysmlm]

god why do people have to be so fucking intolerable

[florida3exclamationpoints]

It has been brought to my attention that I have not been annoying enough:

Why is rumple one of my favorite characters, you ask, @imhereonthekitchenfloor? Well...

I'm gonna be so real with you I am struggling to know where/how to start this because it is beyond my comprehension that people could not love him. Do you not love him? ,,,,,,,,,,,, ok

I'll start with what I don't like bc that's a much shorter list :) but it's not really stuff that I don't like about him it's mostly complaints I have with the writers. I don't mind a little evilness for good & in character content but he relapsed one too many times. It wasn't in character for him to become the dark one again in season 5. The Bear and the Bow should've been his final redemption. It would've been much more interesting to watch him grapple with recovery and improvement than watching him be a villain again just bc he's a good villain. He IS a good villain !! bc he's understandable. But it is what it is and he did become the dark one again and the mess that is the first half of season 6 did happen. Unfortunately. I HATE the romance plot with him and the evil queen and there is quite literally no justification for it so I just pretend that never happened :) but I can appreciate that his actual final redemption was really solid. We had to suffer to get there but it was a good ending 😫🙏

His Thing was that he could always justify every single bas thing he ever did as actually being for the greater good (his family). Everything he did was to get Bae back. Because he's a good dad. And to keep Belle safe. Because he loves her. In season 6 he hit rock bottom by trying to do something that couldn't be spun to be for the best interest of his family. He wanted to cut Gideon's fate so he wouldn't grow up to hate him instead of just... idk.... being a good dad????? And earning his love????? Ok king. Actually my biggest complaint about the entire series is the entire stupid series of events that led to that (Belle's dad was straight up evil for not waking her up bc he didn't want to "help rumple"??? And there was no explanation for Gideon in the dream. It doesn't really make sense that he showed up anyway but how do we know that was who he was fated to be why did he and Belle hang their whole belief system on a weird dream version of their kid) but whatever.

All of that was dumb but his redemption was real!!! He had the choice to gain "unlimited power" and break the rules of magic and make Belle love him and bring Bae back to life but HE DIDN'T!!!! because he finally understood the price of magic and was strong enough to do it on his own and not use magic for his own good BECAUSE he knew it would be bad for everyone else. He was never really evil. He was treated like crap his whole life and had some unhealthy reactions to it. He never had anything so he thought he needed everything. He never had any control so he wanted control over everything. And when he got his control and power he got addicted to it. He never loved it more than his family he was addicted to it. He had literal relapses (when he lied to Belle about the dagger when they got married. Yeah lying is bad but that was the most understandable thing be ever did lowkey. He redeemed himself and killed Pan and made peace with dying himself and then got brought back to life against his will and was kept in a literal cage as a literal slave for over a year being forced to do the exact kind of things he had finally overcome AND he had 2 minds in his head so on top of the physiological torture he also just quite literally went insane. Yeah it makes sense that he was a little Screwed Up after that. And wanted to release himself from the dagger without losing his power). He was strong enough at the end to truly put it behind him. And I know everyone hates season 7 but AT LEAST it gave rumbelle an entire lifetime of happiness and we know that he never relapsed again.

So :) yeah :) aside from that. He's hilarious. He's a good villain. He's the center of the entire story. He's smarter than everyone else. He's a good person but he doesn't even have to be bc I love when he's evil too. Lowkey highkey he was right fairly often. He's just a silly little guy! He's babygirl and he's my poor little meow meow and he's blorbo and he's beloved 🫶 the end.

[romanoffsbish]

Kiss Me Beneath the Mistletoe

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: A wee bit sad, but super fluff.

Smut: Pussy slapping, Fingering(R), Thigh Riding (N), Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Teasing!

Christmas is the season of giving, but it seems all you've experienced thus far was much to the opposite. Natasha—your gorgeous wife, had been on an unusually large amount of missions lately, and no longer having her around hurt; in more ways than one. It'd been a good two months since she last gave you the gift of an orgasm, and she'd ruined you too badly for your hands and toys to do the job anymore. You’d been screwed over, instead of on, and you were growing increasingly frustrated.

Your boss has taken your happiness, your parents took your kids for the week, Fury has taken your lover, and she herself had taken your pleasure and rolled it out in her suitcase. To say you were fed up would likely be the understatement of the year; you were vengeful, touch deprived, and horny beyond belief.

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Natasha was supposed to return tonight, finally receiving a break from work, and you were planning to take full advantage of her presence. The house had already been decorated for the upcoming holiday, something else that was rudely taken from you since you all normally decorated as a family, but now that you think of it, this could very well work in your favor.

With only one hour until Nat was likely to walk through the doors of your shared space you rushed to get to work. Taking the leftover wrapping paper you carefully taped it to your bedroom door, then once it was straight enough you taped a ribbon over the center to give the illusion that it was a present to open. Then once the door was complete you hopped into the shower, did some maintenance work, then got out to get yourself all dolled up.

Using your most expensive products you tended to your skin, ensuring that it was soft to the touch, and smelled of the sweetest fruits. Then in the true spirit of the holiday, you found some spare ribbon to tie around your tummy, and to be as festive as can be you now had the mistletoe you had previously hung up at the front door dangling just above your cunt.

The thought of Natasha's mouth alone sent a pang of arousal straight to your core, eagerly you looked to the clock to see the time, and your body shivered knowing she'd be here any minute, so you took your place on the bed, settling on your knees, and holding onto the last bit of patience you had left in your body.

Natasha didn't keep you waiting long either, it was as if she read your mind, because within five minutes you were able to hear her keys jingle in the door. The redhead entered your house with the hopes of excited greetings. However, when tiny bodies hadn't attached to her legs, and your arms weren't around her neck her shoulders were instantly deflating. The house was far too quiet for the kids to be here, but your car was in the driveway so she knew that you were definitely here somewhere.

Natasha settled her bag down, followed by her shoes, and then she hung up her winter coat. There was no sign of you in the front room or the kitchen, both were actually spotless, so she knew for certain the kids were probably gone to their grandparents—she vaguely remembered you telling her about that happening soon. She'd been hopeful to see them, but another part of her was excited to have you to herself. She missed your touch, and to know she didn't have to share you with them for the next few days excited her a bit more than it should've.

She was getting antsy the longer she was made to look around for you, this clever game of cat and mouse you set up was clear to her now. Once she made it to your bedroom after going up the stairs she smirked at your festive set up. The bright red paper covering the door, only to be adorned with the gold ribbon had her body buzzing with excitement, and her mind was too curious for what she'd find on the other side.

However, she didn't wish to startle you in case she was getting too ahead of herself with her sinful assumptions. So, she was gentle with the doorknob, even though she'd wanted to rip the door of its hinges for separating her from you. The sight of you didn't disappoint her either, because there you were kneeling on the bed, pretty and patient as you awaited her arrival. A groan fell from her lips at the sight of your glistening slit, for you to already be so turned on while only waiting for her, without her even needing to touch you had her ready to give in and absolutely destroy you.

Her eyes then trailed up to see the mistletoe, she chuckled at the playful tease you had set up, then finally her eyes landed on your face., "Oh detka, look at you, making a mess I see.," her eyes had once again fallen, the obvious wet patch on the mattress filling her with want., "You know the rules Nat...," you teasingly call out to her, your crooked pointed finger now beckoning your eager lover over, and she wasted no more time approaching you.

Iridescent eyes held contact with yours all the while she was leaning in to be met with your core. You could feel the way your clit fluttered in anticipation for her next move, and as gently as the redhead could she kissed your mound. Though she was soft, the pressure was still enough to make your body jolt with pleasure., "Natty, please, don't tease me.," you groaned, and the redhead lifted her head to level with yours, eyes full of mischief stared into yours.

"Detka, the rule is a kiss, did I not give you exactly that?," she asked condescendingly, and you whimpered in utter frustration., "Nat, I swear to God, if you don't get back down there, and —.," you moaned when her hand came into contact with your sensitive cunt, the sound of her slap reverberating off the bedroom walls., "Detka, you know better than to go making demands, so how about you try that again."

The need for release was far too great, so you swallowed your pride, and pouted your lips. Natasha gently pecked them in response, then furrowed her brows in wait for your words., "Mommy, please, I've missed you so much. Need your mouth, and fingers, please just—.," Natasha rewarded your pleading with a thumb pressing into your enlarged clit, cutting you off and she couldn't help but to chuckle at the way your body was writhing underneath hers from only the simplest of touches—it amused her.

"Wow detka, you weren't lying—this pretty pussy missed mommy's touch.," she was in awe, like she always was with how sensitive and reactive your body was to her touches. Her lips began to lovingly pepper kisses across your face in an attempt to calm you., "Don't worry my sweetness, mommy missed you and your pretty pussy just as much.," her lips then slammed into yours as two of her fingers slid inside of your entrance with nothing but ease.

They didn’t stay there long though, they were only there to ease you into having your tight hole filled, because hearing your sinful moans was the greatest part of her own experience. You never were one to complain either, too immersed in chasing down your release to care. Plump lips made their way down your jaw, and once they settled over your pulse point you were crying out as she suckled upon the skin., “Fuck, kotenok, you always make the prettiest noises for your mommy, so fucking perfect.,” she groaned, and even in your dizzied state you felt her own wetness smearing over your thigh., “Fuck, mommy please, I-I need to cum.,” you cried out as her fingers worked you over, the pit in your stomach always tightened whenever she used your body so openly for her pleasure.

“Wanna cum with you detka, just hold on.,” you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, and judging by the way she was relentlessly riding your thigh all while panting harshly against your neck you knew she was in the same boat. Clenching the muscles in your thigh seemed to do the trick as Natasha stilled momentarily, “Let go detka, cum with your mommy.,” with screams of her own following your actions her fingers had curled delightfully from within you. The raspy groans that were next to hit your ear as your walls clung to her fingers only seemed to heighten your ongoing pleasure.

Natasha’s lips sloppily found yours while her lithe fingers fought against the resistance, she continued to pump her fingers into you, doing her best to prolong your high as she herself was coming down from her own intense orgasm. When your swallowed moans became whines she slowly brought her fingers to a stop, gently pulling them out as she felt your walls relax.

The redhead gazed at her fingers in pure shock, they were glistening under the soft light of the moon, your arousal had came flooding out of you in abundance tonight, and your wife was delighted for such a treat to have come from her laborious efforts. She’d felt your eyes far before she decided to gaze into them, they were still pretty hazy as you watched her intently. You were clearly awaiting her next move, a smile on your lips that appeared innocent, but your eyes were swimming with insatiable lust.

“My precious girl, look, you made such a mess for your mommy.,” she smirked when your lips jutted out into a pout., “I’m sorry mommy.,” she chuckled heartily., “Don’t be detka, I think you’re rather tasty myself.,” she winked at you, her eyes never left yours as she began to clean her hand up, that talented tongue of hers taunting you as she traced over yours drippings that had now surpassed her wrist, before swirling over her palm that was just as soaked.

“Fuck baby, I wish I could bottle your essence up.,” you moaned in response to the sinful idea, your thighs began instinctively rubbing together as that familiar heat had returned to between your thighs., “Wanna taste honey?,” you nodded vehemently, but you were quick to atone for your mistakes, beyond eager for her offer., “Yes please mommy.”

She beamed at you., “Good girl, the best even.,” her sticky fingers pushed passed your lips, an incoherent moan surging from your throat when your tongue swirled over her digits, and you came into contact with your own taste. Natasha found fucking your throat to be her favorite pastime, pushing you to your outer limits as you splutter around her digits after each time she gags you. Seeing you like this, with tears of pleasure rolling down your face never fails to turn her on; just like now where she can feel her arousal coating her thighs.

Her body was begging her to take you again, to use your body for her own pleasure, but there was this glint of sadness beneath all the lust. Even though you seemed ready for more, your wife could tell just by the look in your eyes that you were yearning for so much more than sex. Deciding what was best for you she gently slid her fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit off on the sheets and lowering her body until she was hovering right above you., “Cuddles?,” her smile was as sincere as can be, and in your heightened state you just couldn’t handle it., “I-I missed you so much Nat.,” you whimpered, body racking with uncontainable sobs as your pent up emotions got the better of you.

Natasha had honestly never moved so fast, she rolled onto her back, then effortlessly pulled your body atop of hers, settling your teary eyed face in her neck, she began to rub soothing circles into your back., “Oh honey, it’s okay, I’m here.,” you sniffled., “Yeah, but for how long?,” the traces of agony in your tone broke her heart, she hadn’t exactly realized just how badly you’d been missing her, of course she missed you just the same, but her missions at least distracted her.

Her endeavors were like this great escape, and your day to day was essentially a shrine to her. Photos decorated the walls of all your greatest moments, as they should, but she knows that it can’t be easy seeing your smiling wife on the bedside table before being expected to sleep without her and repeatedly keep doing so.

“Detka, let me up, I need to show you something.,” you instantly shook your head and whimpered, but to your dismay she removed your hands anyways., “I’ll be right back, I promise you’ll be happy that I left.”

She never told you, because she wanted this news to be a Christmas miracle-esque gift, but the whole reason she’s been on these nonstop missions is for the sake of your forged family. Every time she leaves she knows she’s missing critical moments with the kids, and she’s tired of seeing the pained disappointment in your eyes. It’s not something you intend for her to see, and you’d never ask this of her, but she’s a spy, and she’s also the woman that’d do literally anything for you and those kids.

Fury wasn’t as open to her request to retire, she was his best agent, but after going over her contract with a fine tooth comb she knew she’d been within her rights to request such a thing. Still, he haggled with her, finding a bylaw that required her to reach a certain number of hour’s dedicated to Shield, and she found she was only 150 hours shy of meeting her end. So, Fury begrudgingly shook her hand two months ago, signing the paper on the condition that she were to fulfill the remaining hours.

Which is exactly what she did with this mission she just returned from, this was her happy ending, and she just needed to get you clued in so that she could spend the rest of eternity keeping you smiling instead of crying.

Natasha raced back into your room with a wrapped up manilla envelope, she sat down beside you with an anxious smile, shaking the suspicious gift in your face., “Open it detka.,” you shook your head with a huff., “It’s not Christmas yet.,” she chuckled at your attempt to hold up the sanctity of your favorite holiday, but if that was an intention you’d both already broken it with the wrapped door and mistletoe.

“I got to open a gift tonight, so do you.,” you shied under her teasing gaze, sticking your tongue out at her petulantly you snatched the gift from her hand, digging into the snowman wrapping paper, then popping open the metal you reached into the envelope to find a single sheet., “I, Natasha Romanoff, officially tender my resignation to Shield, and all associated projects. It’s been my greatest pleasure to serve, but as I get older I find it’s best to pass the torch onto the next generation, and to instead focus on my family. The world will survive without me, but my world that now resides in a house on the countryside won’t.”

It took you a minute to process, you just kept rereading the final sentence, waiting for the permanency to hit, and once it did you shifted and tackled your wife to the bed., “Really?,” she nodded in amusement., “I am officially your housewife now.,” you beamed at the news coming straight from her lips., “Not sure you’ll appreciate the duties that come with the title.”

The assassin shrugged., “I’ll love being able to take the kids to school, and to help them with their homework.,” you smile seeing just how excited she truly is., “Can’t wait to be waiting for my wife with a hot meal at the ready, ooh, and to hear all about her horrible day while we watch shitty American television with tubs of ice cream at the ready.,” you rolled your eyes at her promises of a hot meal knowing they’ll likely be take out containers buried in the trash, but you smiled when realizing it’s the thought that counts., “Mostly though, I look forward to waking up next to you always.”

Natasha huffed when you dropped your body onto hers, the warmth of your happy tears pooling uncomfortably in the crook of her neck, but it’s worth it to know you’re happy. Still, she desperately wanted to hear you laugh, “So no round two then?,” you croakily chuckled against her neck, she settled into the bed much easier at the adored sound, when you melted into her she knew you were exhausted too., “Get some rest, we’ll clean up in the morning.”

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[starfacenix]

Do it because it feels good. Do it because it feels right to you.

Growing up with two parents that had completely different views on the idea of religion and god allowed me to believe whatever I wanted, but also made me question a lot, to nobody’s surprise.

My mother had a lot of religious trauma, growing up raised in church and not being allowed to watch tv, listen to music, or do anything fun as a teenager. It turned her into a more spiritual person that also has an extreme distaste for the idea of a god existing. Because why would she if they never answered her prayers? It always hurt to hear these experiences.

My father is the opposite, always wanting to take me to church as a kid, but my mom didn’t like the idea. He never exactly pushed the idea of believing onto me, but he spoke about god as if he was real and would constantly talk about the Bible and the miracles god has worked for him.

I always found this funny as a kid, and even more now as my father is one of the worst people I’ll probably ever come to know.

Anyway, where did that leave me for years on end? Not in a completely different place than I feel right now, actually. But when I was younger I didn’t go beyond calling myself agnostic. The idea of more at work always fascinated me, and the personal experiences I’ve heard (from my mother funnily enough) have made me lean a lot more heavily into the idea of just being “spiritual”

It wasn’t till I was around twelve or thirteen(I know) that through the internet I found out about the idea of deity worship. At first, I was heavily confused. “What? Treating the Greek Gods as real? That’s silly.”

But why? Why was it silly?

Especially since even then, deep down, I had this feeling of being intrigued and actually wanted to desperately learn more. Despite the fact that I began to feel silly, it still interested me, and I wanted to learn.

Cue lots of kid me fumbling around with the idea of worshiping the lovely goddess Amphitrite simply because I found her interesting. Looking back, my secret altar I had for her in my room wasn’t bad. But I definitely wish I did more research.

Now here I am years later, still fumbling about, but with a lot more eagerness and with a bit more intelligence, I’d like to think. I still struggle with the idea of being open about my beliefs, as I know what most would think. I’m already finding it to be very isolating.

But I like it, and I feel a sense of fulfillment doing it that I’ve never felt before. So I’ll continue doing it. Working and learning about these lovely deities is something I love to do in between trying to prepare for my life finally picking back up. I’ll start school in the fall, and hopefully get a call back for this job I’d like, (Thank you Hermes) and until then I’ll continue as I am right now.

I think about others like me who have fumbled about, and feel guilty about doing so. While there is rules, and you should absolutely learn them, like others say all the time, it’s pretty hard to properly piss off a god. I’ve already had a few instances of where I feel like I screwed up, but I haven’t. I’m just learning while worshiping gods I adore.

Keep learning everyday, and do what makes you feel good.

[davekat-sucks]

I did enjoy the candy Jade stuff in the most recent update involving her, but the reason for that is due to there being some consequences for once in this story. It is lessened by the fact that, as you said, its extremely obvious that things will turn out fine in the end, but it was nice to feel something for a few moments other than utter boredom of going through the motions.

I also disagree with the spite thing, but less because I don't believe you, and more because imo they completely sucked with the spite. Like for a series that apparently revels in pissing off the audience, it sure is embarassing to me that three separate teams over different sequel properties all failed at making me feel the slightest bit angry. But you know, this and my belief that them ditching the epis would be a weak move (considering how much hs liked to discard and bury things before) is personal preference and me being weird.

I do agree with you that Calliope gets off way too easy. Alt Calliope less so, because despite being "one of the most power characters", its pretty obvious that she's an isolated friendless weirdo who is going to fail because nobody like or respects her. But both normal Calliope's weirdly get a lot of rope, despite doing a ton of weird shit not commented on.

But addressing the consequences was too little too late by the time Beyond Canon talks about this. Because in the early pages when it all went down, Kanaya seething and bottling up her emotions inside was not implied or shown. Most had assume that she was fine and that Rose, Kanaya, and Jade were in a 3 poly relationship. OT3 is still a thing in the fandom and that doesn't involve quadrants. It just affirms the worse that WhatPumpkin hated Rosemary and Jade's character assassination was needed to shield themselves from criticism. Don't you fucking say that everything Jade does was IN-CHARACTER. If it was Ult Dirk or Alt Calliope forcing Jade to do these horrible things ever since Epilogues, it's not been that obvious or even confirmed by the people behind it to say that Jade is not really herself in all of this bullshit. And yet that's how it is with James admitting it that Hussie and the rest, had made Epilogues and Homestuck 2/Beyond Canon out of spite. Hell, Epilogues was suppose to be just the Vriska Show. Even now with this recent update, it's all about Vriska's Redemption Arc #7 after already having gone through it from her ghost self in Act 6. I also see that trolling and spiting the audiences are two completely different things. At least for the trolling part in early acts, it was meant to be funny and it does cause impact within the narrative or story. But by Post Retcon, it is just necessary drama that is just as bad as early Act 6 with the Alpha Kids. The shit we have seen in Epilogues and HS2/Beyond Canon ain't trolling, it is pure spite and hatred. If it's just trolling, why isn't Hussie still around to fuck with us? Why leave? You can't seriously believe he was a victim just by reading his self ego boosting autobiography Psycholonials. So why can't the team play it even with this Calliope for her to get screwed over? Not just Alt Calliope? Because right now, she gets back with Roxy after Roxy divorced John. They are lesbians again and nothing is standing in their way. Same for the Roxy and Calliope in the Meat Timeline. Bitch has it easy compared to others.

[numbuh900]

Kids Next Door Multiverse level Sector: Sector ImpCity

This base resides in Imp City, growing out of the sector leaders' house.

This Sector's role in the KND is that their pranksters for hire, if an adult has screwed a child over in one way or another;Either they be human or demon, then Sector ImpCity will be there to get back at them with a funny, humiliating prank to show those grown ups a thing or two.

"Opretatives"

From left to right

Name:"Blake Johnson"

Codename: 666

Role:Sector Leader

Age: 10

Race: imp

Gender: male

Hobbies: Watching horror movies, spray painting, skateboarding

He's a rude, rebellious, bad boy and an outgoing kid who's not scared to take risks.Blake is always playing pranks on anybody, either they're authority figures or his freinds. As bratty as he can be, he is a caring leader and friend at the end of the day.

He secretly wants to be an artist, but his Dad is always putting down that dream of his. This leads him to express himself via spray painting on public property.

Deep down, Blake's a big mama's boy, and when things are getting heated, he'll panic begging for his Mom.

Name: "Missy Massacre"

Gender: female

Role: medic

Age: 10

Codename:Numbuh 667

Race: Succubus

Missy is a succubus who is crazy and energetic and loves getting into the action on an adventure, She loves horse playing with the gang, even when it annoys them at times.

She's really close with Blake as he's the first friend she ever made and is always by his side. Her hobbies include playing sports, singing, and playing music with her rock guitar, which doubles as a weapon.

Name:"Victor Massacre"

Codename: Numbuh 668

Role: combat specialist

Age:10

Gender: male

Race: Hellhound

Victor is the rough and aggressive hellhound who's a monster on the battlefield but a very playful buddy when not fighting.

Victor is Missy's adopted brother. He escaped a hellhound pound when he was very little and was taken in by the Massacre family. He is very protective of his sister and growls at anyone who is threatening her in any sorta way, NEVER call him a pet, it'll piss him off beyond belief and will result in you in the hospital.

Name:"Ian Insidious"

Codename: Numbuh 669

Role: 2x4 tech expert

Age:8

Gender: male

Race: imp

Pretty much the nicest member out of all of his teammates, Ian is a shy, intelligent kid who is the 2x4 technology expert.

He has a fascination for human culture and collects human stuff whenever he goes to the living world. He's always looking out for his reckless twin sister, who often causes chaos everywhere they go. He also has a slightly mad scientist vibe to him, which sometimes creeps out his friends.

Name: Ella Insidious

Codename: 700

Role: second in command/snacks and candy expert

Age: 8

Gender: female

Race: imp

Ella is Ian's twins sister. She's an overly confident, sneeky, and short tempered scam artist who makes sure that her teams pranks and tricks are a success. She can be pretty self-centered, but if her team is in danger, then she is willing to stick out for them, especially her brother.

Now I know what you're all thinking, what kind of evil adults in hell will they be fighting? What if they go up an adult that's got real actual guns and knives!?

Well here's the answer, the villains Sector ImpCity are just a bunch of sinner demons that were bad to kids alot in life and now they just got the technology and tools to cause bigger problems for hellborn kids, they don't use real guns and stuff because their just as cartoonishly villainous as the average KND villain.........also they're just a bunch of dummies, too.

[chibipandaao3]

I don’t know what happened, I had an anonymous ask and it disappeared as soon as I clicked it open.

But basically it was someone asking why I’m against BabePreg and that they thought it ”fit” him…

TL;dr at the end.

Clearly paraphrasing — sorry if that’s incorrect

So… I’m assuming this is coming primarily from the bonus chapter when they’re babysitting. And, I wonder if the people who use this as “evidence” don’t fully understand how fantasies/kinks works. I’m not trying to put anyone down, but it seems like people have this belief that kinks/fantasies are things people want in “reality.” And, no. That’s the first thing to understand. Plenty of people have fantasies where they are physically hurt or attacked or assaulted — they don’t actually want that to happen to them! It’s a fantasy — it’s fake and taking place in their heads. It’s a safe thing to fantasize about because it’s not actually happening.

Throughout that chapter where Babe and Charlie play out their kink - Babe reminds himself they’re just alphas and CAN’T get pregnant. It also ends with Babe explicitly saying;

“I hate kids”

Adding, pregnancy/breeding kinks =/= wanting to have or raise a child

And the above isn’t even taking into account that part of why Babe is screwing alphas - or being screwed by alphas - is because there’s no chance or pregnancy.

Or the fact that when Charlie owns up to his power he explicitly says to Babe, “I can’t get you pregnant, and even if I could, I wouldn’t because I know you never want children”

All that is directly from the translation on Wattpad.

Is the show different? Kinda — but the reason Charlie poses that question after they become boyfriends is for the audience to understand it’s “possible” under the right circumstances (enigma) because otherwise viewers wouldn’t follow it as easily — it’s narrative. It’s meant to make viewers unfamiliar with the book question Charlie’s character.

Besides the evidence in text as to why I’m not for BabePreg, there also personal reasons.

Babe is child free by choice, as am I. I like that there’s a character who just doesn’t want kids.

Additionally, as someone who’s been told things — at the store, at work, when I was a student — such as

“You’ll look so good pregnant!”

“All you need is a baby on the hip and one on the way”

“Oh you’re made to be a mother”

The idea that a character “can’t” know what they want and don’t want, is very frustrating to me in this context. And I fully acknowledge that it’s a me problem here.

But within canon, there’s no evidence of Babe wanting kids — nothing beyond a kinky fantasy (which again doesn’t equate to “real” life wishes).

If the show, with all of this in canon evidence against it, makes BabePreg happen, it will have diverted into fanfic territory.

And I’m not big on shows/films disregarding the story the authors want to tell in favor of filling media with fan’s fantasies.

But, as I said in the original post — literally ANY other character could end up pregnant and I wouldn’t give a shit. 😂

Plus, even if season 2 ends up being a hard pass for me - Goddess Bless You From Death looks fucking fantastic, and I can deal with having just the one show to look forward to. It’s really no biggie on my end.

TL;dr — sorry your ask disappeared. There’s no canon material that demonstrates Babe actually wanting children, in fact there’s actually the opposite - evidence to support his dislike/disinterest in children. I relate to Babe and, as a result, get frustrated at the idea of the show going “against his wishes.” But in the end, I really don’t care 😂 I’ll live with or without PB season 2.

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Christmas Magic

Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: General Pairing: Buddie, Eddie Diaz x Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley AO3   Masterlist

Summary: Eddie messed up. He read Chris's list to Santa wrong and now he's in trouble only six days before Christmas. Could there be a little Christmas magic left to help him save the day and make it the best Christmas ever for his kid, or will he need a little help from Santa Buck himself?

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     Buck walked into the 118 with a little extra pep in his step. It was t-minus six days until Christmas and he was definitely feeling the holiday spirit. The station was decorated from top to bottom, wreaths hung on every door, garlands strung around all the railings, even the trucks were a little bit festive with Rudolph noses and antlers on the front. Buck loved Christmas, and he was very excited for this one.  

     When he turned into the locker room to change into his uniform, he found Eddie already there, though he definitely did not look like he was feeling quite as festive as Buck was. He was sitting on the bench with his back to the door, head in his hands and bent forward. 

     “Hey, Eds,” Buck said as he walked in and sat down beside him, “why so glum? It's almost Christmas, you can't be all down in the dumps when it's almost Christmas.”

     “Yeah, exactly,” he sighed, “it's six days till Christmas and I screwed up real bad.”

     “How?”

     “I read Chris's list to Santa wrong. He didn't spell it right, so I got him the wrong present. What he actually wanted was this giant Star Wars Lego set, and I got him something that is definitely not that. I’m so stupid,” he groaned and planted his face in his hands again.

     “Why don't you just go out and get the Lego Star Wars set?” Buck asked.

     “I tried, everyone is sold out.” He shook his head and ran a hand down his exhausted face, “Apparently it's this year's most asked for toy on kids' Christmas wish lists.”

     “Okay,” Buck nodded and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He pulled up the internet app and immediately started searching, scrolling vigorously through all the links. “I'm sure we can find it somewhere, someone has to have it still.”

     Eddie shook his head, “Nope, no one has it. I've already called every toy store, department store, every business in the entire state that might have even the smallest possibility of having this Lego set, and no such luck. Amazon is also sold out. I even tried to order it directly from the Lego website, but because of the high amount of interest in it there's a two week waiting list, so it wouldn't even get here on time for Christmas. I even asked Bobby if I could send out a call for help through the station's social media accounts and nothing. My child is going to wake up on Christmas morning and be so disappointed.”

     “I don't think so,” Buck smoothed his hand down Eddie’s shoulder, trying to calm him as best as he could, “Chris is a pretty amazing kid, and I think that no matter what he will be very happy with whatever it is he wakes up to under the tree on Christmas morning. Even if it's not the Lego set.”

      “I just feel so bad. It was the only thing he asked for.” Eddie ran both hands through his hair and grabbed it at the top, pulling slightly, clearly frustrated beyond belief. “And this is the first year since we moved here that our shift has the week of Christmas off, and Christopher was so excited that I would actually be home this year. I just wanted it to be perfect but I've already ended up ruining it.”

     “Don't panic,” Buck squeezed his shoulder and Eddie looked up at him, and Buck noticed he just looked absolutely wrecked, “I'll keep my eyes open and if I find it I'll grab it for you. We still have a few shopping days left, don't lose hope yet.”

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     Two days. There were two days left until Christmas day, tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and Eddie still had had no luck in making Christopher’s only Christmas wish come true. He was feeling more and more like a failing parent by the second. And now, on his first day off for the holidays, he was running into the station after receiving an emergency ‘get to the station now!’ text message from Buck. 

     When he got there he found everyone standing in the middle of the bay floor, including Athena, Maddie, and Karen. He rushed over to them with his arms out, sending all of them an incredulous look as he asked, “What's going on? Is something wrong?”

     “Nothing’s wrong,” Buck walked out from the middle of the circle and smiled at Eddie, “we're all here to help!”

     “Again, what's going on?” Eddie asked, still confused, and still kind of pissed that on day one of his ten days off he was almost immediately called back into work. Christopher was not going to be happy at all when he woke up and instead of seeing Eddie in the kitchen making the pancakes he promised him, he would find Abuela. Disappointment number two of the holiday season.

     “Buck called us all last night and said you're having trouble finding a Lego set for Chris,” Hen informed him, “so we're all going to go out and help you try to find it.”

     “Seriously?” 

     “Look, Eddie, we know what it's like as a parent to be stuck in this kind of situation,” Karen said, laughing as she thought back to a few years ago, “when Denny was five he wanted this Hot Wheels race track thing and we couldn't find it anywhere. Hen finally found one just a few days before Christmas, but we cut it very close, so we know what level of pure panic you're at right now. We are going to help you find that Lego set.”

     “I even put out some feelers to some of my contacts in the police station,” Athena stepped up.

     “So Buck has split us up into teams, he even made these little maps for each pair with a planned out route, and circled all the possible toy stores we have to hit.” Bobby held up his and Athena’s map, then each of them held up their own teams personalized maps to show Eddie, who was completely floored and a bit speechless. “And I think that since we're all here now, we shouldn’t waste anymore time and head out. What do you think, Buck?”

     Buck jumped into action and walked over to stand beside Eddie at the front of the group and said, “Alright, so each of you have your maps and your routes. Make sure you hit every store I circled, and everyone keep us posted on your team's location through the group chat I set up last night. If anyone finds the Lego set, message the group chat immediately, and then when we’re finished we'll meet back here. Good luck guys!”

     The entire team cheered then took off in a flash to their cars. Eddie was still shocked, speechless, frozen to the ground where he stood. Buck turned to him and gave him a pat on the arm and said, “You're with me, man, let's go.”

     “I…” Eddie started, shaking his head, “I can't believe this. I can't believe you did all of this, Buck, just for Christopher.”

     Buck looked him in the eye, as serious as Eddie had ever seen him look. “I would do absolutely anything for you and Chris. Now come on, let’s go get him that Lego set!”

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     After nearly ten hours of driving and shopping, hitting every store on each map Buck had planned out for each team, they all arrived back at the station empty handed. The entire time they had been driving around the city, Buck never stopped. He was constantly on his phone, calling stores, searching online, communicating with their friends through the group chat, running in and out of stores in search of this Lego set for Chris. And though they didn't find it, Eddie couldn't even be the slightest bit mad. Buck had tried so hard, they all had tried so hard, but seeing the amount of effort and heart Buck put into this mission, it meant more to him than the world. And Eddie was sure that one day when Chris was older, it would mean the same to him. 

     Hen and Karen were the last to arrive back at the station, getting out of their car with forlorn looks as they walked over to join them in the bay, “We’re so sorry, Eddie.”

     He smiled and hugged each of them. “It's okay guys, I really appreciate you all spending your time off trying to help me.”

     “What are you going to do?” Chim asked.

     “I'm going to go home,” he stated and nodded his head, “I'm going to spend all day tomorrow giving Chris the best Christmas Eve I can, making gingerbread houses, decorating cookies, staying up late watching all the classics, and then I'm going to go to bed and hope that even though he’s not getting the Lego set, he’ll still have a great Christmas.”

     “Chris is a good kid, Eddie,” Bobby said, “I think he'll just be happy that you're home to spend some time with him.”

     “I hope you're right.”

     “Hey, while y’all are here,” Athena spoke, looking around at all of them, “as long as you don't have any other plans, why don't you guys come by our place on Christmas for dinner? Do your thing at home and come by sometime in the afternoon, the kids can all play with their new toys, and we'll have a 118 family Christmas dinner.”

     Everyone confirmed their attendance to the family dinner, and spent some time chatting before they all went back to their cars, leaving Eddie and Buck alone in the bay. Eddie turned to Buck who had been silent since they got back to the station. He looked presumably worse than Eddie had all week. “Hey, Buck,” he smiled and moved to close the gap between them, reaching out to rest his hands on Buck’s shoulders, “it’s alright. We tried, we all tried so hard, and even though we came up empty handed in the end, I think Bobby's right. I think Chris will be happy no matter what.”

     “But I just… I thought we would find it. I thought maybe there would be just a little bit of Christmas magic left for Chris, and we would find the Lego set at one of the stores, and all come back Christmas heroes,” he waved the map he was still holding in his hand, then smacked it against his thigh in a huff, “he's such a good kid, Eds, he deserves the best Christmas ever.”

     “And he's going to have that, just minus the Lego set,” he smiled at Buck, trying to get him to perk up a bit, “everything you did today, organizing this search party and spending your entire first day off out shopping for Chris, it proves how loved he really is and that's all that matters. You all went above and beyond for my kid and I can't ask for anything more in a family. It means a lot to me how much you love him, Buck. So don't worry about the Lego set, Chris will be fine without it.”

     Buck sighed hard but eventually nodded, “Alright.”

     “Alright,” Eddie repeated, then turned to wrap his arm around Buck and start heading back out to their cars, “and I'm going to see you at Bobby and Athena’s for Christmas dinner right?”

     “Yeah, I'll be there.”

     “Good.” He waited till Buck was in his car then said quickly before he left, “Thanks again, Buck, for everything.”

     Buck smiled up at him from the driver's seat and said, “Anytime.”

     Eddie leaned in and hugged him, then stepped back and closed the jeep door, and watched Buck drive out of the lot before getting in his truck and heading home to Chris.

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     Chris, just like every year, had Eddie up bright and early on Christmas morning, practically dragged him out and bed and down the hall to see what Santa had brought him. And despite the pep talk from the team a few days ago, he was still sitting with a bit of dread in the pit of his stomach, worried that Chris would be disappointed. But he tried his best to smother the feeling, reminding himself that what Bobby had said was right, and he had a great kid. 

     So instead of wallowing in that worry and guilt, he made himself some coffee and then sat on the couch to watch Chris open his gifts. As Chris ripped into the wrapping paper and gift bags, Eddie looked around the house at all the sweet memories he and Chris had made on Christmas Eve. On the coffee table sat the barely held together gingerbread house he and Chris had made the day before, the icing shingles were already starting to crack. Chris, at some point, had stealthily snuck in and bit the arm off of one of the gingerbread tenants, and the left wall had broken in half when Eddie's too large hands got a hold of it, but it was still a pretty damn good gingerbread house. 

     On the mantle still hung the personalized stockings he and Chris had made for each other. By the end of it they were covered head to toe in stickers and glue and paint, but it had been an absolute blast. Eddie had made Chris's stocking to look like his favourite ninja turtle, Mikey, and Chris had used the red pipe cleaners to shape out a fire truck for Eddie's. And he couldn't help but smile when he looked a little further to the right of the mantle, where Chris had made a third stocking, also decorated with a small pipe cleaner fire truck. This one had Buck’s name on it, Chris had insisted on making it for him, stating that Buck was family and when he came over to their house the day after Christmas, Chris was sure he would be so happy to have a place on the mantle with them. Chris had also insisted on stuffing the stocking full of all of Buck’s favourite chocolate bars, a new ornament with three snowmen on it that they had personalized so each snowman had one of their names on its hat, as well as a few other small gifts Chris and Eddie had gotten him. Chris was right, Buck was going to be over the moon to be included. 

     And on top of all of that there was also a cookie jar filled with the sugar cookies they had baked and decorated, some DIY garlands and paper snowflakes they had made and hung all over the house, and the giant wreath they made together and hung on the front door. It had been a great day spent with Christopher, their first Christmas spent together without work in the way since they got to LA, so how could either of them be disappointed with that.

     Soon enough Chris was finished unwrapping his gifts, then he shuffled over to the couch and wrapped his dad in a tight hug. “Thank-you for all my presents, Dad! I can't wait to play with them all!”

     “You're welcome, mijo,” he said with a smile, rubbing a hand up and down Chris's back. Then when he pulled back Eddie kept him there for a second before he could run off to play. “Hey, buddy, I know you were really hoping Santa would bring you that Lego set, and I'm really sorry he wasn't able to, I hope you're not too disappointed.”

     Chris just shook his head, “I'm not disappointed, Dad. Maybe Santa didn't bring it to me because another kid needed it more than me. And I got lots of really great presents, so I'm happy!”

     Eddie just stared at his son in awe. No matter how many times he reminded himself that he had a really great kid, he was always amazed at how truly thoughtful and wonderful he was. “That's very sweet of you, Chris,” he reached out and ran a finger down Chris’s cheek, “and I'm happy that you had a good christmas.”

     “I did!” Then he turned away and walked back over to the tree to sit amongst all the toys and shreds of wrapping paper. “I can't wait to tell Harry and Denny about all the cool stuff I got.”

     “Why don't you pick out one to bring to Uncle Bobby and Aunt Athena's house tonight? Something you, Harry, and Denny can play with together.”

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     By the time Eddie had managed to clean up the wrapping paper explosion in the living room, the Christmas day brunch mess in the kitchen, wrangle Chris into a shower for attempt number two at getting more of the glitter out of his hair, and gotten them both dressed and in the truck, of course they were the last ones to arrive at Athena and Bobby’s. 

     “Hello boys!” Athena opened the door, dressed in a beautiful flowing green dress, and kissed them both as she ushered them inside. “Dinner will be ready soon, everyone else is here, so come on in and make yourselves at home.”

     Eddie kissed Athena's cheek as well as he shuffled inside, and added his and Chris's jackets to the others on the hooks. “You look amazing, Athena, as always,” he complinement.

     She grabbed the skirt of her dress and twirled once before striking a pose and said, “This old thing?”

     They both laughed then she ushered them further inside, down the stairs and towards the living room and said, “Eddie, there's beer in the fridge, help yourself, and Chris, the other kids are around here somewhere, go on and find them. Just watch out for the rogue Santa.”

     “Rogue Santa?” Eddie asked with a raised brow, but his curiosities were soon answered when Denny and Harry ran around the corner and past them, both screaming and laughing, and not far behind them was Buck. 

     He was dressed in a Santa outfit, though his hat was askew from running, and his jacket was popped all the way open. Eddie wasn't sure what game they were playing exactly, but with Buck involved, it was probably something wildly imaginative. He wasn't even surprised that Buck was the rogue Santa that Athena had warned them about.

     When Buck saw Eddie and Chris standing by the stairs, he skidded to a stop and back tracked, calling to Harry and Denny for a timeout. “Hey guys!” He beamed as he walked over to them, all huffs and puffs from running circles through the house. Then he knelt down to Chris's eye level and asked, “How was your Christmas? Did you get lots of good stuff from Santa?”

     “I got so much cool stuff, Bucky! Santa got me this Hot Wheels racing track with six loops, and Dad said I could bring it to play with Harry and Denny,” he lifted the box in his hands to happily show it off to Buck, “I can't wait for you to come over tomorrow and play with all my new toys. You're still coming tomorrow right?!”

     “Of course! And I can't wait to play with them too, and hey,” he smiled at Chris and asked, “did you get that Lego set you asked for?”

     Eddie balked at Buck, he couldn't believe he just asked Chris that question, especially after the entire team and their spouses spent an entire day scouring all of LA only to come up empty handed. He knew that Eddie didn't get Chris that toy, and he knew Eddie was anxious about Chris being disappointed about it, so why on earth would he bring it up again?! 

     “Buck!” He tried to whisper-yell from behind Christopher, but Buck just ignored him.

     “No,” Chris answered, “but I told Daddy it's okay that I didn't get it. If Santa couldn't give it to me then that means another kid needed it more, which is okay with me.”

     “That's very mature of you, kiddo,” Buck smiled at him, then added quickly, “but I think you're wrong.”

     “Buck, what are you-?” Eddie was near hysterics now, but Buck cut him off with a look before he could get too far with his assumptions.

     He winked up at Eddie, then looked back down to Chris who was giving him a very confused look and asked, “Why am I wrong?”

     “Well, you see,” Buck began shifting closer to Chris as he spoke, “when I woke up this morning there was a present under my tree, and it was addressed to you, from Santa. He must have forgotten to leave it at your house when he was there, and since he didn't have time to go back, he left it at my house because he knew I would make sure you got it. So come here, little man.” 

     Buck tucked his hands under Chris’s arms and lifted him, then he carried him into the kitchen with Eddie in tow, and sat Chris on the island countertop. Once Chris was settled, Buck took the Hot Wheels box Chris had been holding and passed it back to Eddie, then Buck reached down behind the island and pulled up a large wrapped box and handed it to Chris.

     Eddie was just dumbfoundedly standing behind Buck, watching as Chris lit up at the size of the present Buck had given to him. Could it be… could Buck have somehow pulled off some last minute miracle?

     “Go on, tear it up!” Buck pointed to the present and Chris did just that, ripping the paper and tossing it aside.

     “Woah!” Chris shouted, holding the box up high and showing Eddie what he had just unwrapped. “Look, Daddy! Santa did get me the Lego set!”

     “I… yeah,” Eddie said, completely at a loss for words, “yeah, buddy, that's great!”

     Chris then quickly turned his attention back to Buck. “Can we build it when you come over tomorrow?!”     “You bet we can! Now you give me this,” Buck took the box from Chris and placed it back beside the island, then reached up and placed Chris back on the ground and pointed him toward the living room, “and you go play with Harry and Denny before dinner’s ready.”

     Once he was on the ground he took no time in scampering off, and Buck turned to Eddie who was still stunned. “Buck, how… how did you find that?! After we all spent that day looking for it, and I searched the ends of the earth and found nothing. So how?!”

     Buck just gave Eddie that typical Evan Buckley smile, and pulled the suspenders of his Santa pants, letting them snap back as he said, “Christmas magic, obviously.”

     “Buck, I cannot thank you enough!” He reached out and grabbed Buck in the tightest hug of his life, and kept holding on when he pulled back. “I know he said he wasn't disappointed but I could tell he was, even if it was just a little bit. And oh! How much do I owe you for that?”

     Buck shook his head, keeping his hands still firmly planted on Eddie's hips. “Santa doesn't take payments.”

     “But you're not actually Santa,” Eddie smirked at him.

     He simply raised one hand and gestured to his outfit, giving Eddie an incredulous look as he did. “But I'm dressed like Santa,” he said and then returned his hand to its new favourite place, “therefore you owe me nothing.”

     “Buck-”

     “Eddie,” he stopped him, pulling him a bit closer, delighted when he didn't pull back or let go of his grip around his neck, “I would do anything for Christopher, absolutely anything. So no, Eddie, I will not be taking anything from you, I'm just happy that Chris is happy.”

     Eddie could do no more than stare at the wonderful man before him, the wonderful man whose arms he was still wrapped up in, the man who he wanted to be even closer to.

     “Oh, um… by the way.” Buck took a step back, halting Eddie's advances, though Buck kept one of Eddie's hands clutched tightly in his. “Santa does have one more thing up his sleeve.”

     He tugged Eddie along with him to a quiet spot in the house, just the two of them, then turned to face Eddie and dropped his hand. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box, wrapped with a ribbon, and handed it to Eddie.

     “Buck, we exchanged gifts already,” Eddie said, looking from the box up to Buck, “what's this?”

     “I know we did, but… this is something special and I wanted to wait until it was actually Christmas to give it to you, though I was hoping we'd be alone when I did and not surrounded by the entire 188 and their families. So,” he said as he started walking away, “I'm going to leave while you open it.”

     “What? Why?” Eddie was suddenly a bit worried.

     “Well…” Buck slinked back toward him a bit, suddenly shy and a little red in the cheeks, “There's a letter inside the box that explains everything, so just read it. And now I'm going to leave you to do just that.”

     “Ah ah!” Buck stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, suddenly frozen to his spot with pure fear. Athena had walked down the hall where they were standing, and was now giving them that look that always had the blood in their veins running ice cold, hands on her hips. “And where exactly do you think you're going?”

     Both boys looked at each other, then looked back to Athena, both equally terrified and not exactly sure why they felt like children getting scolded right now. 

     “I don't know what y’all do back at the station, and frankly that's your own damn business, but here in my house we do not break tradition.” The boys only sent her more confused looks, clearly not having a clue of what she was talking about, so she simply raised a brow and pointed up above them.

     They had been standing under mistletoe the entire time, and now Athena was expecting them to follow through. “Now get to it,” she said to them both then walked away.

     They both just stood there, still frozen, and now a bit awkward. Buck couldn't deny that this wasn't something he had thought about before, and leading up to Christmas his fantasy of kissing Eddie under the mistletoe had been more frequently visited, though he was hoping it would happen less because they were afraid of Athena, and more because they both wanted to kiss each other. But he definitely wasn't backing out of this now, not while Athena was surely still lurking somewhere close by.

     Buck slowly walked back to Eddie, where he was still standing under the mistletoe and holding the box in his hand. “Are you… do you want to-”

     “Yes,” Eddie answered, then he realized it may have been a bit too quickly so he added, “I mean, I'm a little more than a bit afraid of Athena, so I think we should.”

     “Okay, yeah, so…” Buck moved in and put his hands back on Eddie's hips, Eddie’s arms reaching up to grab his shoulders. “I'll just… go this way, oh-”

     “Sorry, I…” Eddie pulled back a bit as he turned the same way as Buck and bumped their noses together, then moved in to try again, “You go-”

     Buck pulled back this time and laughed when they bumped noses again. Then he moved his hands from Eddie's hips and up to hold his face. “Here,” he smiled and gently held Eddie in place, then tilted his head slightly and pressed the softest kiss to Eddie's lips. And though it was the most chaste of kisses, nothing had ever felt more exhilarating, nothing had ever felt more perfect than this moment. 

     Buck broke the kiss and pulled back, but still kept close enough that their noses touched. “I'm going to walk away now,” he whispered, “open the gift, okay.” And then he was gone, leaving Eddie there to try and shake the electricity running through his entire body before he could move again.

~~~~~~~~~~~

     “Thena, what are you doing?” Bobby asked as he walked to stand beside her, craning his neck around the hall corner to try and see what she was looking at.

     She pointed to Buck and Eddie down the hall, both of them holding each other and fumbling around a very awkward looking kiss. “I finally got those two!” She said, pointing to them. “Those two always hide down that hallway when we have these family functions, looking for a little quiet time together, and I knew they would do the same thing when we planned this. So I snuck some mistletoe up there knowing those two idiots would stand under it at some point tonight, and now they finally have to kiss! All the sexual tension can be released at last, and all thanks to me!”

     Bobby eyed her, thinking she seemed a little crazier than usual, but then again it was the holidays. And he had to admit she was right about the sexual tension between the two of them. He had even considered a few times locking them in one of the bunk rooms together at the house so they could sort it all out, even he was getting tired of the pinning. So he leaned in further with Athena and watched. 

     They watched as Buck and Eddie got closer. As buck reached up and took Eddie's face, the two of them smiled as Buck leaned in. This was it, it was happening, they were finally going to kiss and their boys could be happy. Then buck touched his lips to Eddie’s, and much to their disappointment it was over in a matter of five seconds and Buck was walking away from Eddie.

     Both Athena and Bobby deflated, Athena even pouted a little. “Well that was less explosive than I thought it was going to be. Hell… maybe I was wrong about those two, that's disappointing.”

     “Maybe,” Bobby said, then watched as Eddie started opening the small box in his hand, pulling out a letter, and smirked, “but then again, maybe not. The night is still young.” Then he wrapped an arm around Athena and guided her back into the living room to join everyone, giving Eddie some privacy.

~~~~~~~~~~~

     Eddie could still feel Buck’s lips against his, the gentle press of them, how perfectly they fit against his own. But like a ghost Buck was gone before he could blink, and he was left to stand there yearning for more. Then he remembered the box, and suddenly it weighed heavily in his hands. He lifted it and tugged open the ribbon, finding the letter inside the box just as Buck had said, and he read it.

     “Dear Eddie,

    So, I was hoping to give this to you alone, when it was just the two of us, because I would have much rather said all of this to you in person rather than in this letter. But with the last minute invitation to Bobby and Athena’s, this will have to do, because I don't want this to wait any longer since I think it's waited long enough already.

    First off, sorry about keeping the whole Lego set thing under wraps, I hope you don't hate me too much for making you suffer. I have a friend who works as a manager at a department store in Oregon and I called him on a last minute whim. To my surprise they had one left! And since he owed me a favour he express shipped the Lego set to me, and I just got it before the post office closed on Christmas Eve. I didn't want to say anything to you just in case it didn't get here in time, I didn't want to get yours or Chris’s hopes up. But it came, thankfully, and I really hope the kiddo is happy.

    Now… for the real reason for all of this.

    So, I saw this a few months back and I immediately thought of you. And I know you'll say it's too much, but it's really not. I want you to have this, and I want you to know how much you truly mean to me. I've have a rough and complicated past, but the one thing that's kept me going over the last few years is that no matter what, even when I had no one else and I felt completely alone and lost, I always had you and Chris. And I've known since the first day I met you that I would go to the ends of the earth for you, for both of you, all you'd have to do is ask. 

     So I am going to say something that, again, I really wish I could have told you in person. And I want you to know that if you don't feel the same, that's okay. But maybe just do me a favor and don't say anything until the party is over, just in case the answer is no, and no matter what we can talk about this together when it's just the two of us. So, here goes nothing…

     I love you, Edmundo Diaz. You are the only person I have ever loved and the only person I will ever love. I love you, and I love Chris, and I love us all together, as the little family we have created between us. But even if you don't feel the same, Eddie, that's okay. After everything we've been through together over the last few years, with the tsunami, my leg accident, you getting shot, I wanted, needed you to know exactly how I felt. I couldn't keep it in any longer, but I am yours Eddie, I always have been, always will be. My heart completely belongs to you.

     But I will wrap this up now and say that I hope you and Chris had a really great Christmas, and I hope you like this gift. 

     Love always and forever yours, 

     Evan”

     Eddie was, for the second time that night, completely at a loss. Buck loved him. His Buck, Evan Buckley loved him. And suddenly he found himself not even caring about anything else, nothing mattered in this moment, because Evan Buckley loved him, and he loved him too. 

     Then he remembered the box still held in his hand, with the gift in it from Buck, and suddenly his heart was racing and his entire body felt completely numb. He gently pulled back the tissue paper that was covering it and his breath caught in his throat. His fingers ran over the most beautiful pocket watch he had ever seen, a gorgeous shimmering silver. There was a fire helmet in the center, and behind it were two ladders crossed over each other. Around that was an intricate weaving of ropes, and within the ropes, one word above and one word below the helmet and ladders, it read ‘Fire Fighter’. He couldn't believe how stunning it was, how perfect.

     He then moved his fingers to the latch on the side of the watch and popped it open. Eddie didn't think there was any way he could be more breathless then he already was, but here he stood corrected. On the left side of the watch there was a small panel for a picture, and Buck had already put in the perfect one. It was from a few Christmas’s back, when he and Buck had taken Christopher to see Santa. On their way home Chris had seen a tree with ‘a million lights’ as he had said, and demanded they take a picture in front of it. Luckily, just as they stopped a lovely old women saw them struggling to all fit into the selfie shot and offered to take their picture, and it was perfect. It very quickly became Eddie’s most cherished memory, it was his favourite picture of the three of them. Chris was between them, with both Eddie’s and Buck’s hands on each of his shoulders, all three smiling widely at the camera, and though you can't see it, Eddie even managed to sneak his hand onto the small of Buck's back. As soon as they got home that night Eddie had Buck send him the picture, and the very next day he got it printed and framed. It now holds a very special place on his bedside table, so he can gaze at their perfect family every night before he goes to sleep. The fact that this was the picture that Buck chose for the watch was even more proof that there was no one else in this world for him, except that beautifully amazing man.

     Then his eyes moved over to the watch where yet another surprise awaited him. Buck had gotten the watch inscribed. Around the top of the watch were words that meant so much to them both. So simple yet the beginning of a wonderful life for the both of them, it read ‘I’ll always have your back’, and underneath the picture it read, ‘love Evan’. Eddie closed the watch and held it tight in his hand, right over his heart. Buck had said that his heart belonged to Eddie, and Eddie's heart most definitely belonged to Buck as well. 

     A sudden high pitched giggle, followed by much heartier laughs caught his attention and had him lifting his head and looking down the hallway. He slowly walked to the corner and peeked around into the living room. Buck was currently sitting in the middle of the floor with everyone surrounding him. He had Jee in his hands and was lightly throwing her an inch in the air and making her laugh, that intoxicating baby giggle that everyone loved, but all Eddie could see was Buck. He was laughing too, his eyes lit up with his glee, and god, Eddie loved that look on him. He was becoming more and more intoxicated by the man as the seconds ticked by, until finally he decided he couldn't take it anymore. Screw waiting until after the party, he was doing this now.

     He tucked the watch Back into the box and put it in his pocket, then proceeded to waltz through the living room, shoving his way through all the adults who were sitting on the floor in front of Buck, getting a lot of complaints and groans as he did. Then he reached out and took Jee from Buck, and turned to hand the baby gently back to Maddie. 

     “Hey,” Buck protested with a whine, and his face tilted and contorted in that confused puppy look Eddie loved so much, “why did you steal my niece-”

     Before Buck could say anymore, Eddie dropped to his knees in front of Buck, grabbed his face with both hands, and pulled him into a fiery passion filled kiss. It took Buck by surprise at first, but in less then a second he had his arms wrapped around Eddie's waist and was pulling him closer, their chests firmly pressed together as they pushed all of their feelings into the kiss.

     They both faintly registered Christopher from somewhere in the living room shouting, “This is the best Christmas ever!” To which they both laughed and pulled back for just a second.

     Then suddenly Athena was out of her seat on the couch, jumping in place and also shouting. “I knew it! I knew I was right!” She then turned to Christopher, who was waving his arms in the air with her and said, “Give me some, baby cakes!” And the two of them high fived.

     Both Buck and Eddie just rolled their eyes at the two of them, partners in crime apparently, then Eddie turned back to Buck and leaned in so their noses were touching. “I love you, Buck, of course I love you.”

     “I love you too, Eds.”

     “And just as I have your heart, you have mine too,” he leaned in to brush his lips over Buck’s, smiling at the shuddered breath he released, then whispered, “you always have,” and he leaned in for another kiss. He couldn't wait to have this for the rest of their lives, their perfect little family was finally complete.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: So there you have it, the first fic in the Buddie Ficmas 2022 series. I will be posting the next one on the 5th, so stay tuned for that! And if any of you would like to be tagged for the future fic additions, just let me know and I would love to tag you! And thanks for reading <3

[aurabear2001]

Echoes From The Past

Echoes From The Past - Preface

"All Aboard"

Kid x OC

Warnings: Swearing - Word Count: 1169

 Author's Note: Hello, everybody! My name is Aura, and this is my first time writing here on Tumblr. I've been writing fanfiction on and off for about 15 years now, but I rarely have the courage to actually post it.

This fic is a Kid x OC fanfiction. It takes place post-timeskip and a after the events of Sabaody Archipelago. I really can't say much else about the fic without giving everything away, so you'll just have to read it for yourself!

This fic is also kind of an informal introduction to my OC, Bellatrix. I made her wayyy back when I was a sophomore in high school so she's been around for a while.

There's no warnings in these first few chapters, aside from swearing and canon-typical violence, but we're dealing with Kid and his crew, so that should just be a given...

Anyway! Enjoy the first chapter of this fic and let me know what you think!

Synopsis: The Kid Pirates are preparing to dock on an island and "greet" the locals. Little do they know; they'll get more than they bargained for.

The Kid Pirates--A notorious crew of pirates known for their violence and infamy. On this ship, there’s no time for bitching and bellyaching. This crew of pirates, led by the ever violent and bloodthirsty Eustass “Captain” Kid, didn’t take just anyone on board with them. To hang with these guys, you had to be tough. In fact, tougher than tough. Thankfully, that’s no problem for me.

I’m Bellatrix Quinn, but I go by Bella. I'm one of the few people bold enough to board the Victoria Punk and survive. I make the majority of the weaponry Kid and the crew use. I make guns, knives, swords, and gauntlets to name a few. The only disadvantage of my job is that I'm always up to my ears in repairs. If not one thing, then another.

But that's to be expected. This crew is largely made up of men, but there are a few women on it. Hip, Hop, House, Dive, Quincy, Emma and I are the only girls on this sausage fest of a ship. I love them all to death, but if Quincy doesn't give my bra back-- Okay, I'm off topic.

Anyway, I don't want anyone to think I'm ungrateful. I'm damn grateful to the crew, especially Kid, for taking me in. He didn't have to save my ass like that. I'll be the first to admit that I was in pretty bad shape when they found me. If they hadn’t taken me in, then…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Ayo! Bella!” The loud gruff voice of my captain broke me from my thoughts. “You in there?”

“Yeah.” I hollered back, putting my wrench down on the table. 

The door opened and a fiery red-haired man with a large imposing stature and a large metal arm walked up to the work bench.

“Arm giving you fits again?” He said, looking down at my smaller metal arm.

“Nah, a screw or bolt or something is loose.” I said squinting as I aimed the wrench at my arm. “I just can’t find which one it is.”

“Lemme see it.” He crouched beside me and took my wrench. “While I’m fixing you up again, I’ll let ya know what’s going down.” He took my arm and sat it on his lap. “We’re stopping at an island a little North of here. Killer says there’s a family there rich beyond your wildest belief.” He examined my arm and began to tighten a screw. “We’ll stop by, rob ‘em blind, and be outta there by morning.” He let go of my arm. “How does that feel?”

I move my fingers and nod. “Feels good as new. How much supply do you reckon we’ll need?”

Kid shrugged and gestured with his hand. “At least one sword and one gun for everyone here. Wouldn’t hurt to have backups, but your shit don’t break easily.”

I smirk. “They’d hold up a lot better if ya’ll weren’t hell on them.”

Kid raises an eyebrow at me. “Watch it, Bell. Mouth off again and I’ll throw you back in the sea.”

“Oooo, I love a good swim.” I smirk wickedly at him and giggle. “How far are we from the island?”

Kid scoffs at me. “We’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I go over to the weapons closet. “See ya on the deck!”

After getting a box of firearms and swords, I make my way up to the deck of the Victoria Punk. I set the boxes down, crawl up onto one, and sit down. I scan the crew, looking for House, Emma, or one of the girls. I mostly see the guys sitting around playing cards or chatting away. Where the hell are they, dammit? I look across the deck and see Kid standing at the ship's bow. I imagine he's sporting that devilish grin of his.

I feel someone tap on my shoulder. I turn over and smile. “Oh, hey Killer.” 

"Hey Bella, how's your eye?"  He gestures to his left eye. I gently touch my right eye. I went a little crazy during a fight with another crew. To put it simply, I am nearly blind in one eye and had to cut my hair off to save my skin.

“It’s fine. It’s healing pretty well, actually.”

"Good to hear. Take care of yourself today." Killer said and began to walk away. He's a pretty nice guy. He makes sure we all keep our shit straight. He's even pretty good at keeping the captain reigned in. He's kept Kid from dragging us into the belly of the beast more times than one. I'm glad he's here, because God knows he won't listen to any of us!  

“Bella! Shit, there you are!” A girl with silver-blue hair came trotting up to me. 

I turned around, hopped down from the boxes, and grinned at her. “There I am? House, I’ve been looking for you for the past 30 minutes!”

“Oh, lay off, Bella Quinn,” House rolled her eyes. “I had to get the sick bay ready and it’s not my fault you practically live in that stupid workshop!”

“I don’t live in the workroom!” Well...she’s kinda right. I'm always behind on repairs, trying to finish weapon blueprints, or designing new ones. I barely leave the workshop to eat, let alone sleep!  Luckily, Kid has a trundle bed in the shop, so I'm not sleeping on the floor.

House crossed her arms at me. “Oh yeah? I bet 50 berri you won’t be in your own bed tonight.”

I chuckle deeply. “That’s all I have to do? Sleep in my own bed? That’s easy!”

“Yeah, in your own bed and not someone else’s…” House smirked at me wickedly, glancing over towards the bow of the ship.

I blush darkly. "That was one time, and nothing happened!" I might as well tell you my dirty little secret. I was up late, playing poker with Killer, Kid, and some of the other crew. I was on a losing streak and drank entirely too much. The next morning, I woke up in Kid's bed, with him snoring in my ear and nearly shoving me against the wall. Quincy, I swear to God, your ass is grass!

“Alright, listen up!” 

Speak of the Devil. 

House and I turn around to see Kid standing in the middle of a small crowd that’s begun to form around him. It’s go time.

“This job should be simple for you bunch of idiots. If you need a new weapon, go get one from Bella. She’s got a whole box of ‘em over there! Now, I don’t want any damn excuses! Let’s go in there and kick their asses!”

The crew cheers, and I smirk slightly. Sailing on the open sea is nice, but I've been itching for a good fight. It's been a long time since I've fought someone worth a shit. It'll feel great to get out there and start raising hell again!

The ship docks at the harbor, and we all start filing off. I can feel adrenaline rushing through my veins. 

Let’s kick some ass!

Thank you for reading! Please let know what you think and leave any comments or questions you may have!

[the-firebird69]

Civil War | Official Trailer HD | A24

We do intend to do what he told Dan and that is to hold back form up just as a pseudo empire is and the empire and foreigners and we're doing it now and while they're taking over and having their in-fight with the minority morlock and miscellaneous people's and the clones and that would be Trump bja would be fighting Trump's people too we are getting ready to decimate to forces an entirety will wipe out all of them and take the opportunity and their basis and bunkers and war might be declared on the islands and a small force and I don't have ships and Dave I can't damn was concerned and he said it too we're fighting each other and don't have a prayer and it's going to happen because of what bja and others are saying we're prepping right now

Thor Freya

We are as well and it's kind of behavior has brought us nothing but sorrow pain and loss and it's idiocy it is too many damn factions you can go down the street without this big huge idiot contest I needed to stop right now we can't access that huge amount of weaponry and bja is sitting on it in California Nevada Utah and the upper Midwest is a few other smaller ones but he's sitting on all of it and Trump can't even figure it out I know he has now that a****** is going to take over DC New York he's going to try for here try and threaten leaders to take his stuff back which doesn't really compute we're going to attack them anyways how do you propose we give your stuff back so we're already moving out I guess we can just say we're moving out to do so sir that's good we are going to memorize it and we also see that they are becoming more abusive or a friend here we are so sick of you people it's not even funny you too BGA you became the world's biggest losers this isn't your biggest Force and it's not your largest amount of weaponry but if you had all of it in your possession which you do that's about 50% of it it's going to be used up and or destroyed shortly and that weekend we guarantee it

We're sick of you we're tired of your stuff your performance is very odd and a week and gross it's like diarrhea we're all tired of having diarrhea because of you and your asinine forces including you Tommy f you're impulsively stupid we're moving out right now we're getting into position we see large armies off of our left and right these armies are huge and these two fellas and they are impressive what they're doing and they have probes and things we can't see they have Jets we can't see both sides are very fast and big these guys are big that you're talking to here this kid can crush you and he's been saying it and the Mexican crush you here in half a day was one of them you would be gone without much problem just from infiltration you need to shut your mouth you're putting us in Jeopardy beyond my belief in the max aren't to blame if you retards I'm telling you that they are very capable people and Brian is looking off in the distance and he is saying we're screwed anyways and he hears from his nephew who he played his brother is because of you and your a****** s*** and this idiot and he stops saying all sorts of stuff yeah this is why don't you shut up Brian we can see you just use your imagination and he said that I am sorry and so the guy is going okay I'm being threatened and he put his hands up and stuff and he hears this voice come across the way we assume that you're ready to surrender and he says no and it was Trump and his force is pretty big too and this is what we're going to do to each other but overseas is different the foreigners are huge and they're getting ready to mountain view salt and it's going to be on you Trump and bja and they see you in there together you're going to be infighting as you try and do you know a****** maneuver I'll tell you what your garbage I'm going to make sure that you stay out it's holy crap that you mess everything up and you're just bothering him and stifling him and you wouldn't get him anything he became president and I can hear him out loud when are you going to make good on your promise and do anything and after a while he said screw you you're out and it was at the house and he's saying it to him right to his face I tell you what this gives us things right this kid does things right and he gave him an opportunity I think we have angles I think we can use them unless you idiots around them all off and really you're starting to do that and it's for the empire and you don't get it so if he does can you keep on telling him what to do forcing him it's going to be over for you to numb stalls pretty soon you have nowhere with this dumb will actually crunch b******* absolutely nowhere I didn't need you to go any of it not I didn't encourage any of it or want any of it and we would have the largest army on Earth instead it's like number four if you combine foreigners and thereforces are kind of separate still it's number four now we suck pretty bad as a whole and I mean morlock and we're going to start sucking really bad very soon

Mac daddy

This is your opinion you think I'll take over won't work and you might have motives for not to and stuff like that and a friend here says no you're fighting each other he's the opposition now because of you you're an idiot those armies are standing right off your side you should see them they're visible well I do see them and they we say we're going to attack places if they attack how many times does that work it like every year name one time doesn't work at all so stand down disarm and get the f*** out of my face and leave or you'll be destroyed now I can hear him and I finally will say this we don't feel like it it was tough s*** you're stupid you've ruined the revolution for your people you've killed them all and you're going to proceed and make sure it gets done so goodbye Trump we are leaving and it's true

Trump

You're such a p**** this is what you say and it's true we can we know it's true we've been hearing you say it we need you to hell out of here you won't leave you've messed everything up nobody has any power you have and don't even use it and Brian took it in a couple minutes you're a f****** f**** and a loser I believe what my nephew saying is very true you started all this trouble you're trying to ride everyone you think you have the AI and you're in that case this AI is kicking her ass kicking our ass you're a loser

Garth

We have a lot to do but this is a major major event and we simply announcing that it's going to occur shortly we need our people to be up and aware and ready for action and I mean all of them this is going to be a major problem if we're not careful and we have to contain them we have huge numbers of troops up there massive numbers of troops are being dispatched all over the world and these people are going to be brought to their knees and they don't like that it's true and we have to be ready for that kind of response globally and I'm calling an emergency meeting right now to go over what's happening here these people are all liars cheats and losers and scoundrels and pirates and thieves and killers and we don't trust them and we should not have them here we should be here and the other groups it's a bad time for this to happen and I'm calling it

Thor Freya

Olympus

[olivieraa]

its gotten to the point where this word is basically slang since everyone uses it, but it reminds me of ocd as well since everyone uses ocd to describe being quirky or neat or somewhat clean, but "hyperfocused" is a word that's so attached to my being, that it irks me beyond belief when I see people describe their hyperfixation or whatever on something fucking stupid in which they really could just use the word "focused"

hyperfixation is absolutely integral to my ocd. its one of the main things I cant control.

the best way I can put it is someone being lazy and so they decide to procrastinate, do literally anything other than what they're supposed to be doing. and they just cant bring themselves to do the thing. they continuously nope out of it even when they sit their asses down to do the thing and then they're like "ah I need to go to the store for toothpaste!"

I have a fear of hyperfocusing on something bc then that's it. I'm glued to that till I'm finished/its over/its done, whatever it may be. could take days, or weeks, or months.

it has screwed me up in school, in jobs, in college, even just being online.

I used to love watching AMV's when I first entered the internet. just casually watching them. until my brain realised I shouldn't just casually watch them. they should be organised and categorised. and then 3 categories became 8, and then 14, and then I had 20 playlists of AMV's based on things I cant even remember until I one day had to stop watching AMV's altogether bc I turned it into a chore. and I knew then at that point they couldn't be enjoy anymore. I couldnt just put one on for fun. I knew I'd categorise it, and want to go onto the next one, and do it to that too. so I stopped altogether and never went back. this simple fun quick thing I cut off completely.

on tumblr, I casually reblogged everything and anything on this site when If irst came on here until I realised what tumblr actually was and had to start tagging things so that they were organised on my blog. but oh no. I didn't just tag the character, the anime, and the whatever else. it got to the point where a reblogged picture of just Joey had about 18 tags. to make matters worse, I wanted my tags alphabetical, and it was during the time you couldn't rearrange the order of tags. so if I realised I was missing a tag that started with the letter c, I had to delete all the previous tags to put that c word in and then retag again. post after post after post. I got to page 100 on my blog before I panicked that I may have missed something and started again. ...and then I started again. and again. so I stopped tagging. bc I stopped going to school bc I was tagging my blog. that's all I did for days. I didn't do anything else. I was completely focused on the organisation of my blog. and so I had to stop myself from ever tagging again. my '#niece watches' tag doesnt count bc they're there mainly for blocking purposes lmao

another online example, it happened at christmas when I decided to watch attack on titan. I'd made the decision to start again from the beginning (despite having seen season one 4 times) bc my plan was to put on something I could casually watch and pause and do work and then take breaks and go back to watching and it'd be so easy.

nope. I binged 100 eps in 5 days. I went to bed at 5-6am. I couldn't stop. and I'm not even kidding, the best way I can describe it is, lets say you've the most important test of your life in 1 week. and you need to study. and you ASSUME that during your lil break times you can casually watch attack on titan, SPECIFICALLY for chosen break times, maybe once and hour, but studying is priority bc the exam is in ONE WEEK and you haven't started studying. so maybe you'll get through like, idk, maybe 7 eps a day?

episode fucking ONE hooked me in. an ep I've seen so many times. HOOKED me in. like I hadn't seen it before. I was absolutely glued to it. ep 1 ends and I'm like "oh wait I should study............ but like, its fine. I'll do one more ep and then do EXTRA study."

another ep, another ep, another ep. I got to ep 6 and was about to click 7 and was like

to my goddamn brain.

I momentarily won. I managed to do about 20 mins of study, then watched ep 7-14 in a row. still on day one. I opened a book for a total of 20 mins. so I promise myself, bc this test is so important and high priority, that I'll properly start tomorrow.

it never happened. I did nothing other than watch that show and do basic necessities. for 5 days. I had no control over this decision. its like there's another me who always wins. always wins. and she's evil. I had to finish the show before I could move on. it had to be complete.

I dont know how to get out of these moments. I remember when I went to my second ever job I told them about how it screwed me over a little in my first retail job (stocking shelves, oh but didn't those shelves need to be perfect. even if I was supposed to have been on aisle 4 or 5 by the time the managers came back to check in on me, no no I was still on aisle one perfecting aisle one. and nobody was going to ruin it for me, boss or not.)

and they told me it seemed like a good thing in the second job! but I was like "no I cant let it happen here, I cant. it gets bad."

and it happened. they put me in charge of a task and I found it hard to do anything other than perfect that task to the point that I was focusing on doing that same thing every day to keep it perfect, even when I was told to do something else.

so... yeah. they overuse of hyperfixation and hyperfocusing when people just mean "I was focused on this thing" drives me insane

crazy person rant over

[bedeion-legion]

oh yall already KNOW that the original sun/moon games are far superior in my mind

usum completely undermined the depth behind lillie and ESPECIALLY gladion's whole reason for being the way that they are. im gonna be focusing on gladion since thats my blorbo, i know him the best outta the two.

gladion often gets mistaken for being edgy and not much else. surface level? sure, hes dramatic and a bit rude. crucially, though, is that he really isnt if you take a look at him with a closer eye.

the whole reason why he has so much apparent bite for no apparent reason is because *hes literally on the run from his abusive parent*. hes a teenager who deeply cares about pokemon. when he found out about silvally, he couldnt let it continue suffering in the dark. he HAD to help it. and for that he had to run from the only home he had. he didnt even get to say goodbye to his little sister. hell i doubt he had any time to grab much in the form of pocket money or necessities.

his very strong love and compassion for the world around him is what led him to take such a colossal risk at an age where he couldnt have POSSIBLY seen the actions of his consequences, and hes clearly hurt by it. he built up walls around him in the form of a tough persona as a means of survival. plus, considering everything he had to go through, he wouldnt exactly be in a great place mentally. honestly, hes probably holding back a lot of his bite since, contrary to his initial appearance, he doesnt like people get hurt by what he says and does for not even doing anything themselves. hes just... scared. hes on the run for doing something completely selfless and justified, and he has pretty much nothing except team skull when he run into him.

AND YET, DESPITE ALL THAT, HE STILL GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO TREAT HIS POKEMON THE BEST HE POSSIBLY CAN. DESPITE BUILDING THAT EMOTIONAL DIVIDE WITHIN HIMSELF, HE COULD NEVER STOP CARING HEAVILY FOR THINGS.

honestly him being snippy at the mc and haus probably a testament to him yknow being a teenager living alone having to sustain not only himself, but his pokemon as well. hes jaded to life at this point and already has to deal with team skulls antics on the daily. guys got more pressing things to worry about than a couple of kids who are annoyed at team skull grunts causing trouble.

AND ALL THAT. ALL THAT GETS FUCKING TOSSED ASIDE IN USUM. because now lusamine is chill and cool and normal actually hahaha!!

all of the nuance of gladions character that i just described is gone. his entire reason for being on the run? not really all that prevalent anymore, in USUM he pretty much bounces for teenager reasons. he BECOMES the more shallow caricature of edge that people tend to see him as. its not like his SM counterpart isnt entirely void of edge, like obviously the guys still a teenager who dresses Like That. He just now almost entirely lacks the background and depth his character had in the original games. he honestly becomes a parody of himself, and as someone who clearly holds gladion and his characterization close in my heart, its disappointing beyond belief.

hell, this doesnt even begin to touch into how USUM screws up a lot of the writing for lillie's trauma and later arc. you can criticize SM for a LOT of different reasons, but the aether foundation and especially the aether family are very well-written (less-so mohn, but to be fair hes pretty disconnected to the story once he gets eeby-deeby'd through the ultra-beast realm). the reason why i care about these damn kids so much is the fact that their trauma and how it shapes and shows in them is really well done. it makes me CARE for these characters, yknow?

so.. yeah. as cool as i think zeraoura is as a pokemon, both design-wise and concept-wise, it doesnt save USUM from being really disheartening to me as someone whos a very big fan of the original aether foundation plotline (as well as an enjoyer of the anime, as its kind of its own thing that isnt really either storylines? it has silly goofy lusamine, but still keeps elements of trauma and the darker themes of SM, largely through the use of Faba as a character, which i use a lot more in my own AU for the gen).

i wish we had just gotten the extra content within USUM without messing up the storyline so much (hell, i wouldve loved a bigger touch on the trial captains. instead of goofing up the aether foundation storyline which was already really good, they couldve touched on those characters who ACTUALLY needed more characterization within the games, like they did with the anime).

ok legion its 7am and i havent slept and im expected to be up at a decent time so im logging off now, enjoy my insane ramblings. perhaps one day i shall return to feed whatever scraps are left of this little niche of a niche pocket of the fandom ive found myself in

[deythbanger]

Essay Life

 By VeNgeR GrEenTag

Life such a wasted blink, soft kiss under a swallowen pillow. Sometimes you want to smudder and hug people, until you own them. Some people want to own asses life, assets... love has a strange ingredient its just strange she torns you apart rokes change. Lies which imaginative brain tells you Fostered beliefs of concentraciones and false commitments, lies beyond all and everything. Lies which holidays ruin Emotions so difficult to put in words Logical Fucked Up Screw up Isn't it strange that we lose our life chasing stuff which keeps running, we age and the shit is running. All the sam goals Age Work Young Learning Fucking Kids All people do all basic primal stuff, we at one level we are the same... but from classes and money we suck. Hard work is what eats us... friends, ingredients, parents Life Isn't all rotten All roasted? Wasted Yeah people break up they get together and this action continues over and over and over sometimes it seems we can't do the simple action. Bothered in worda, coat of words... Drainned in pain Times passes Wounds gonna be heal Police cars policing us as we are criminals so much views, so little time. Sometimes nothing seems enough!

[ultralightpoe]

Competition - Steve Rogers

Description: Steve gets carried away with jealousy and forgets family fun sportsmanship

Warnings: Nothing really, maybe one cuss word? John Walker 

Authors Note: Starting my blog up again, feel free to send me requests and such! I love to write, and I just hope to give everyone a break from the real world. ENJOY!!! 

Word Count: 1,221

Main Master List - - Marvel Masterlist 

          Steve was reaching a boiling point. Which wasn’t normal for him on days like this. 

             It was the Avenger Fundraiser, a day where the Avengers gathered at the park to play games and compete in competitions while vendors and stalls were collecting money for the charity, they chose that year. 

              Steve loved days like these, the sun was shining bright, and they were raising money for a good cause while having fun and meeting the community. Not to mention that you were there too. 

                 You were his Angel, the one and only. When Steve met you, his heart stopped, and he knew in an instant that he would do anything in his power to make you smile. You truly had him wrapped around your finger. He also loved showing you off more than anything. So, when you accepted his invitation to the fundraiser at his side, he was more than excited.

But at this moment he despised asking you to come. 

                   It went well enough in the beginning, Nat and Yelena stole you away the second the both of you arrived (you were their friend first) while Steve was pulled to help set up some of the games for the kids.  He kept track of you though, making sure you weren’t in any danger, watching from the corner of his eye every once in a while. 

So, he was well aware when John Walker arrived at the scene. 

                 Steve was well aware of ‘the new Captain America’, with everything that happened in the final battle against Thanos he had no qualms in giving up the shield to Sam so that he could retire with his angel. 

                And Steve was a patient man, so when Sam admitted to giving the shield to the museum Steve trusted him, for he knew that everything has a way of working out for those who deserved it. He told Sam that if he needed anything just to call. (Bucky told Steve to get his head out of his ass and help him steal the shield back…… Steve snitched to Bucky’s therapist.)

                   And though Steve hated the man that carried the shield at the moment he wouldn’t stoop low enough to screw up Sam’s process.

But Steve would break John’s fucking kneecaps if he kept bothering you. 

                   He had introduced himself to you while you were with Nat and Yelena, and though he couldn’t hear the conversation he was sure John asked for your help because you spent 30 minutes helping set up a photo booth. Once you both finished, you found Bucky, standing by his friend's side while John seemed to stalk around you. 

                   Steve didn’t want to admit that John talking to you irked him, but he was sure it wouldn’t last long.

Until it did. 

                     Honestly John couldn’t take a hint. You had found Steve once again and a couple of hours had gone by, John following you around and cracking jokes about being the new Captain America. Steve had tried to get away from him multiple times, walking through crowds in hopes to lose him, but Walker was a thorn in his side. 

                  Steve also knew it was beginning to freak you out, sure you had been kind enough in the beginning (you made it clear you hated the man, but you were also aware of Steve’s wishes for no drama while Sam figures out what to do) but he could see your resolve slowly breaking. Which irritated him beyond belief. 

                 “Shouldn’t the new Captain America be out there competing with everyone?” He snaps, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you into his chest protectively while you watch the race happening. He feels you tense up while you pretend not to hear the conversation, hands coming up to rub the arm wrapped around you. 

            “Oh, I don’t want to show off. Seems like the wrong sorta image.” John laughs, looking at you. “Why don’t you join, Angel?”

There it was. The tipping point. 

             “How about Captain versus Captain?” Steve asks, stepping between his angel and John. (HIS angel) “Or are you afraid you might lose?” 

“Oh, come on old man…” 

“He’s not old.” You snap behind him and Steve smiles. 

“Come on. Friendly competition. You in?”

              It was not a friendly competition. In fact, people pulled their kids out of the race so that it was just the two. 

               You had moved to sit with Bucky and Sam, Natasha and Yelena soon joined while Steve prepared. Soon enough the games began, and Steve wasn’t really making it fair. 

              “Oh this is tough to watch.” Bucky laughs, totally not meaning it. “LOOKING STRONG JOHN!”

               “Tony has been filming each competition like a dance mom.” Sam jokes, flicking your ear. “Your soldier isn’t really playing. It’s supposed to be a family day.” 

               You blush as you watch the scene play out. The two had done 4 races, two egg tossing competitions and were currently doing a sack jumping race. Score was Steven 5 and John 1 (Steve accidentally cracked an egg and John won). 

               “This is way too awkward. I don’t know whether to save my husband or just let him keep running John through.” You sigh.

              “Save him?! Oh no way. I am having way too much fun with this doll.” Bucky stands up, covering his mouth to yell. “HOP STEVIE HOP!”

          “Why is the American Hero wearing the confederate flag?” Yelena asks, looking at John's Cap uniform. 

           “I am so glad someone else noticed that!” Clint gasps, accidentally hitting Yelena's shoulder in excitement. 

             “Clint, your dog is eating straight from the pizza box.” Nat warns which has her old partner shrugging. “Kate says it’s his way of developing a personality or something.”

                  “Oh dear, Steve no.” You whine, watching your husband leap across the finish line. “Someone please go save my husband from his own jealousy.”

               “No.” Yelena snaps. “I am having way too much fun watching and Kate is already sending me memes.”

                 You watch for another moment before deciding to save Steve from himself, standing from your spot and making your way across the field. 

                He sees you walking up, wiping the dirt from his elbow as he smiles at you. Pulling him in by his shirt you plant a big kiss on him, biting his lip a bit. “You promised you would play a game with me.”

“Well Angel face, I was just-” 

                “Destroying that Jimmy guy, I know.” You smile, rubbing his shoulder in a sultry way to distract him. “But I think it’s time for Rogers against Rogers. Might liven up the mood again.”

                 It’s then that Steve notices the silence of the crowd, a blush crawling up his neck. “I got kinda carried away, didn’t I?”

               “People were pulling their kids out of the way hunk.” You laugh, pulling him to the start line. 

              “ALRIGHT, PLACE YOUR BETS ON ME CAUSE MY HUSBAND IS ABOUT TO EAT MY DUST!” You tease, winking at him.

“Oh that’s how it is?”

“Loser gets a lap dance.” You smile.

             “You think that’s gonna stop me from beating you? I’ll have you know I would make a great stripper.” He whispers, getting set up for the race.

What would he do without his darling there to save him? And how can he lose this race without making it look obvious?

[rainy-bangbeom]

Keep Your Enemies Close | Kim Yugyeom (m)

pairing(s): Kim Yugyeom x Fem!Reader

genre: Smut, Best Friends to Enemies to Friends w/ Benefits!AU

warnings: Mature language, explicit sexual content (18+), unprotected sex (please always remember to practice safe and protected sex), Dom!Yugyeom, sub!Reader, rough sex, heavy petting, dirty talk, name-calling (slut, whore, etc.), praise, degradation, thigh riding, fingering (f), clit play, oral (m), face fucking, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, possessiveness and some jealousy, begging, hair pulling, Gyeom’s sinful hips 

word count: 3,6k

synopsis: You never knew exactly why you and Yugyeom started to hate each other, but maybe it’s not such a bad thing after all.

You carefully paint the lipstick across your lips—the color complementing the subtle blush on your cheeks and the eyeshadow lined delicately along your lids. You debated earlier whether or not to go with your usual clubbing look, but ultimately settled on going all out for this particular outing. You want to look really, really good, like “men dropping to their knees and begging you to kick them in the balls” type good. 

Once you’re satisfied, you tuck your lipstick into your handbag along with your phone and other personal belongings. You smooth out your favorite clubbing dress, which is a nice blend of undeniably sexy and elegant beyond belief. Just looking at yourself in your full-length mirror, you feel like a fucking goddess… It’s definitely going to be a good night.  

You slide the matching heels on your feet, thankful that they aren’t too high. The last time you went clubbing, you wore a pair of four-inch pumps per the recommendation of your best friend. Your feet hurt so bad, you could barely walk the next day. You will not be making that same mistake again. 

After one final appearance check, you exit your bedroom and head downstairs where you know your brother and his best friend are watching some stupid, low-budget rendition of Fifty Shades of Grey. Your heels click against the wooden stairs, announcing your presence to the two men. You hold back an eye-roll as your brother switches the TV to a different channel before shifting to meet your gaze. His eyebrows immediately raise as he drinks in your appearance, his jaw nearly dropping to the carpet. 

“Wow… You look great, (Y/N).” 

“Thanks, Bam.” You scale the remaining steps to fully enter the living room. Using a nearby decorative mirror, you adjust your hair back into its styled place before continuing, “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. Don’t bother waiting up for me.” 

“Aren’t you a little young to be clubbing?” 

You nearly roll your eyes at the comment from the other party in the room. After inhaling a frustrated huff, you turn back to send a glare in his direction. 

“Screw off.” 

Yugyeom, otherwise known as Bambam’s best friend since forever, has always poked fun at your younger age for as long as you can remember. You and your brother are barely a year apart from each other, also meaning that you and Yugyeom share a mere couple of months in age difference. Funnily enough, Yugyeom is completely aware of your hatred toward such comments, which is exactly why he reminds you of your youngster status every chance he gets in order to piss you off. 

“Calm your tits, (Y/N). I’m just kidding around.” Yugyeom’s chuckle has your blood bubbling like a volcano ready to erupt. “I’m actually surprised how well you pull off the hooker look—you definitely look like you belong on the side of the road.” 

You don’t know exactly when your rivalry with Yugyeom began. In fact, up until middle school, the three of you used to form an unbreakable trio. You did everything together, from sleepovers to midnight getaways to end-of-the-year pranks. Aside from Bambam, Yugyeom was the only other person who knew you inside and out. You’d say the two of you were close—really close. That was until high school started, and the two of you just kind of drifted apart. 

To this day, you still don’t exactly know why your close friendship dwindled. You two have just hated each other ever since. 

The temptation to run over and slap the smirk off his face is enticing indeed, but the threat of ruining your appearance makes you stay in place. You settle with sending him the finger instead before shifting your focus down to your phone, discovering a new text message informing you that your best friend will be here in about two minutes. 

“Just don’t bring another guy home like last time.” A visible shiver rocks Bambam’s lean body. You have to hold back a laugh at the terrified expression etched across his face. “I still have nightmares when I walked in on you fucking in the kitchen. We eat on that table, you know.” 

“No promises.” You smirk, “And I thought you’d be more concerned if I fucked on your bed?” 

“Oh my—don’t play with me like that.” 

From the corner of your eye, you notice the deep frown written across Yugyeom’s face. Deeming it a usual sign of annoyance, you shake the thought from mind and move to check your messages for any new updates. A knock at the front door steals your attention instead, and you waste no time throwing it open and tackling the visitor with a hug.  

“Hey! C’mon in!” You open the door wide for your best friend after releasing her from your embrace, stepping aside as she makes her way inside. Her wolf whistle sends prowess through your veins, spinning around to grant her a full-body showcase of tonight’s fit. 

“Damn, mommae! Fuck me up!” 

You giggle, “Shut up. You’re so annoying.” 

“Mark is seriously not going to be able to keep his hands off you.” She cackles, forming a lewd gesture with her fingers. “Babe, you’re going to get dicked down good tonight.” 

You and Mark have had a small thing going for a couple of weeks now. You met him at Yugyeom’s dance studio and have been meeting up with him at the local club every Friday night since then. That’s how you usually come about your fuck buddies. 

You and Mark haven’t slept together yet, but you’re seriously hoping he’ll be the one to make you see stars. Your previous partners weren’t exactly attentive when it came to your sexual gratification. That’s one of the reasons why you usually start your relationships with sex before budding out from there. 

Hopefully, Mark will be the one.  

“You’re still seeing that scrawny crybaby?” 

You bite your tongue, forcing back a smart ass retort. Ignoring Yugyeom, you and your best friend make a couple of final adjustments to your appearance. Just as you’re about to walk out the door, Yugyeom tests your patience once again: 

“I bet he’s never even made you cum.” 

Now as true as his statement is, hearing those words fall from his lips just pushed you over the edge. With an ugly sneer, you whirl around and snap at the bane of your existence, “You don’t know a fucking thing.” 

Yugyeom smirks and leans back into the sofa. “Touched a nerve, did I?”

“Fuck off, asshat.” 

“I’m right then. Sounds like you’re sleeping with a sluggish bastard, (Y/N).” 

“Last I checked, I didn’t need your approval in the guys I sleep with.” At your comment, Yugyeom’s eyes darken. A shudder crawls down your spine at the pitch blackness of his irises, anger and what you probably mistake as jealousy glaring in your direction. You send him a final frown before turning to your friend. “Ready?” 

“Been ready, babe.” 

Without so much as a farewell, you follow her out the door. The anticipation of seeing Mark, pushing him up against the wall and sucking him off a lot stronger than before. 

“You sure you’ll be okay?” 

You grant your best friend a pointed look. “I’ll be fine. Can you let me out of the fucking car now?” 

She scoffs and unlocks the car doors. “Don’t be all pissy with me just because Mark refused to sleep with you. Some guys aren’t all about sex, (Y/N).” 

You don’t answer, too frustrated, both mentally and sexually,  and too exhausted to argue, and stomp your way up the front steps. When you enter through the front door, the house is pitch black. You aren’t surprised, seeing as it’s past three in the morning and the boys are usually asleep by one. 

You make your way upstairs, ready to unpack your normal appearance from your party outfit and sleep tomorrow away. Your plans of a hot shower and well-slept night are put on hold when you open your bedroom door—for sitting on your bed is none other than the last person you want to see. 

“Why the hell are you in my room!?” 

Yugyeom doesn’t respond, scanning your appearance from head to toe. You feel tiny beneath his scrutinizing gaze, modestly covering the exposed section of your chest with crossed arms. If Yugyeom notices your uneasiness, he doesn’t comment, answering your previous inquiry with a murmur: 

“Waiting for you.” 

“Well I’m here, so you can fuck off now.” You retreat toward your vanity, stripping each piece of jewelry from your body. Yugyeom shows no initiative in leaving and continues to eye you from his seat on your bed. A strange, fuzzy heat stirs in your stomach, lifting warmth to your cheeks. You try to ignore the strange feeling, busying yourself with slipping the bracelets from your wrist. 

By the time you’re finished, Yugyeom still has yet to follow your demand. 

“Leave, shitface. I’m serious.” 

“Or what?” 

Yugyeom’s challenge makes your eyes widen in surprise. Beneath the combination of his dark tone and piercing gaze, you feel small. You avoid his eyes, finding interest in your painted fingernails and well-cared-for cuticles.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Where’d your ballsiness run off to?” Your body tenses as Yugyeom rises from your bed and walks to where you’re standing. He stretches his arms on either side of you, caging you between him and your dresser. You gulp, hoping he can’t sense the slight desire coursing throughout your veins. 

“Did you sleep with that son of a bitch?” 

Your cheeks jaw drops at his demand. “Wh-What?” 

“You heard me. Did you sleep with that asshole?” 

If this was like any other time, you would have answered untruthfully so as to get a rise out of the man who goes out of his way to make your life a living hell. But beneath his black gaze, you’re almost too afraid to make him even more pissed than he already seems to be. 

You swallow around the stone in your throat before murmuring, “No… Why do you care anyway?” 

If possible, Yugyeom’s eyes darken even more. He leans closer, enough to where you can feel his hot breath caressing your skin. Out of instinct, your hands fly to his chest. You initially mean to push him away, but the dizziness overtaking your mind and the neediness of your core quickly erase that intention—in fact, you want him even closer. 

The same person you hate with every drop of blood in your body.

“You know what I thought of all night?” Your breath hitches as Yugyeom’s hand appears on your knee only to lift to caress your inner thigh. His touch leaves fire across your skin while the growl that leaves his lips sends a wave of heat straight into your underwear. “I thought of that bastard between your legs—doing as he fucking pleased while you wasted this gorgeous, perfect body on him.” 

“Y-Yugyeom…” Your whimper sounds as Yugyeom cups your core, his middle finger tapping just over where your bundle of nerves ia hidden beneath the fabric. His other hand snakes up your neck, his fingers tightening around your jaw. 

“Did you ever fucking know? Every guy that you spread your legs for and couldn’t even get a rise—it was fucking torture.” Yugyeom stares straight into your eyes as he smacks the inside of your thigh. You whimper again, whining at the hand just hovering over where you want him most. “You deserve to be treated like a goddess and fucked like a queen—I can do that, babygirl…” He murmurs, “I can put all those boys to shame when I make you cum over and over again…” 

You don’t hesitate this time: 

“Do it then. Fuck me like how I deserve to be fucked.” 

“With pleasure.” 

Yugyeom pulls away, grabs your hands, and drags you back toward your bed. He takes a seat again, reaching under your dress to maneuver your panties down your legs. The garment pools at your feet and you’re quick to step out of them. The male tugs you down to straddle his jean-clad thigh. The rough, denim material against your bare core sends a spark of heat through your body. 

“Ride my thigh, baby. Use my body to get yourself off.” He helps you rock your hips back and forth, and the unbelievable friction has your body withering. You mold into his broad stature, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you do as he requests. Your relief doesn’t last though when Yugyeom entangles his fingers in your hair and yanks. Hard. 

You moan, exposing your neck to your companion. He leans forward, littering your skin with sloppy kisses and harmless bites. His other hand strikes against your ass, earning a sharp cry from your throat and an increase in speed from your hips. 

He smirks, “That’s right, (Y/N). Just like that, gorgeous.” 

“Gyeom…” You whine the nickname you haven’t used since high school—it feels right coming from your lips. You can’t remember why you ever stopped calling him that in the first place. 

A familiar knot tightens within your stomach, one you’ve only felt during late-night sessions with yourself. Gasping for air, you quicken your grinds, craving even more friction over your throbbing clit. You wouldn’t be surprised if Yugyeom’s jeans are completely drenched with your juices by now. 

Your eyes flutter as the tightness expands in your core. “I-I’m—I’m-” 

“Do it, baby girl. Cum all over my thighs like a good little slut.” 

 At his dirty words, the pressure erupts and floods your body with white, hot pleasure. You moan and tremble against Yugyeom, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as your orgasm rocks your entire form. When it’s over, you collapse against him exhausted and panting for air. 

Yugyeom guides you to lay back on the bed with the gentleness of holding a baby bird. You welcome the plush of your mattress against your body, almost drifting off to sleep right then and there. However, it seems your companion has different plans for you:

“Fuck!” You hold back a scream, cupping your hand over your mouth. Opening your eyes, you peer down to see Yugyeom working a single finger inside your wet hole. He sends you another smirk, pushing a second digit in with the first. 

You keen at the stretch his fingers provide, humming in content at being filled. Your walls clench, almost as if trying to suck them in even more. Yugyeom, with an expression of fascination, watches how your entrance swallows his digits, spilling more of your juices down his wrist. He lurches forward to lap at the liquid before looking up toward you with a predatory gaze and licking his lips. “You taste better than I ever imagined…” 

“You—shit… You imagined this?” 

Yugyeom chuckles, “Oh baby, I’ve been waiting for a moment to make you mine for years, ever since you started dating that good for nothing class president back in sophomore year.” 

“But—fuck, Gyeom!” Your retort is cut off when he roughly plunges his fingers inside your core, using his thumb to run circles over your clitoris. The bundle is already rubbed raw from your journey on his thigh, making his touch just on the verge of painful. You welcome the sensation though—you welcome anything he gives you. 

Using his free hand, Yugyeom pulls the neckline of your dress down to expose your braless breasts. A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he takes your left one in his palm, kneading at the flesh eagerly. “No bra, (Y/N)? You’re so fucking hot.” 

“Yugyeom, please.” You plead, reaching down to grasp his hand on your chest. “I want you inside me.” 

“You’ll be patient and wait for my cock like a good cockslut.” Yugyeom hisses, adding a third finger. A loud moan drips from your lips, your hands limply falling to your side. He chuckles, bending his fingers against your throbbing walls again and again and again. “God, if you feel this tight around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll swallow my cock…” 

Your second orgasm creeps up on you, leaving you once again gasping and writhing against the mattress. Yugyeom continues to feed his fingers inside you and thumb at your clit to prolong your ride. The stimulation eventually grows to be too much, forcing your body to squirm away from his touch. Taking pity on you, Yugyeom removes his fingers and pops them in his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Your gaze trails down his broad body, discovering a prominent bulge present in the front of his jeans. Pushing your exhaustion aside, you make your way off the bed onto your knees in front of him. Yugyeom removes his shirt as you unbutton his jeans, pulling them along with his boxers down his thick thighs. Your core awakens at the sight of his hard cock, your mouth watering at the sight. 

You lick his member from the base up to the tip, sucking lightly on his head. Yugyeom releases a high-pitched whine, burying his fingers within your hair. You allow him to push your mouth down to take him past your lips, gagging when his tip strikes the back of your throat. He chuckles at your noises, caressing your head. 

“All those times you ran your damn mouth, I always thought of making you choke around my cock—of shutting you up like a good whore.” 

You clench your thighs at his lewd words, lapping eagerly at his length. He takes his lips between his teeth, bucking his hips forward. You gargle, tears welling in your eyes. Yugyeom fucks your throat nice and slow, savoring each choke, whine, and swallow. He wipes your tears, which trail black from your mascara, while humming, “You look so pretty when you cry… My beautiful slut—fuck this, I need to be inside you right now.” 

Yugyeom pulls you to your feet, slips off your dress, and spins your body around all in a matter of seconds. He shoves you onto the mattress, positioning you on your hands and knees. You whine as he teases his cock against your entrance, attempting to push back against him and force him inside, but he curbs your impatience with a warning spank. 

After what seems like forever, Yugyeom finally pushes inside. You release a blend of a sigh of relief and a content moan, enjoying the way your walls hug his cock so tightly. Yugyeom lowers to cage your body underneath his own, kissing along your neck and shoulders. He carefully guides the rest of his dick inside of you until his hips meet the plush of your ass. 

“Shit! You feel so good, baby girl—clenching around me…” Yugyeom whispers in your ear, landing another strike against your already aching cheeks. You lurch forward at the harsh spank, craving the sting that his heavy hand brings. As if reading your mind, he delivers another round of hits to your flesh. “Do you think any of those other guys you fucked could ever make you feel like this? Could Mark ever fuck you this good?” 

Your hands fist at the sheets as Yugyeom immediately sets a fast and rough pace. his thrusts ruthless and filled with determination. As best as you can answer, you shake your head. 

Yugyeom chuckles, “To think it took this long for me to fuck this slutty cunt. Whose pussy does this belong to, baby?” 

“You—it’s yours.” 

Yugyeom continues to move his sinful hips, fucking whatever anger or jealousy he feels into your aching core. He shoves you facedown on the mattress, using one hand to pin your hands above your head while the other stations itself on your ass. From the corner of your eye, you watch as the man you once called a menace drills inside of you, his eyes fixated on the place where your bodies are so intimately connected.

“It’s almost like your pussy was made for this cock, baby—taking me so well... “ 

Whatever senses you have left are stolen away with every one of your companion’s thrusts, so you can’t respond even if you wanted to. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and all you’re able to do is just lay there and take what he gives you. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” Yugyeom hisses, landing one final smack against each of your lower cheeks. His speed increases along with the number of stars overtaking your vision. The intensity of your arousal fills your bedroom with sounds of sex, which just so happens to build you even closer to your climax. That, and Yugyeom’s moans and groans. 

You reach your breaking point when he tucks his hand beneath your body to play with your clit. Your third and final climax is much stronger than the first two, immobilizing every part of your body and numbing what’s left of your conscious mind. Your juices spill around Yugyeom’s cock and down his thighs, the harsh pulsing of your walls ultimately leading him to his own orgasm. Through your high, you feel his cum paint your insides, leaving a different kind of warmth in your spent core. 

Yugyeom collapses on top of you with a whine. You welcome his heavy weight, finding peace in his close proximity. Once he catches his breath, he lowers down to peck a soft kiss against your forehead with a murmur, “Told you I could fuck you right…” 

“Screw off. Get your fucking dick out of me.” 

“So we’re still playing the ‘I hate you’ act. Fair enough.”

Surprisingly, Yugyeom doesn’t argue and retracts himself from your slippery walls. He helps you further up the mattress, nestling you into the pillows before tugging a blanket over both of your naked bodies. You can’t help but smile at his attentiveness before you come back to your senses at Bambam’s screech from somewhere in the house:

“I hope you guys know you’re fucking nasty!” 

You chuckle, before answering your brother in a yell, “Just be grateful we did it in a bedroom!”

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