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harmcityherald · 11 months

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I was 100% correct about the dispensary. patients will still need to pay 200$ to get their medical card while jimmy joe bob in front of me gets scott free AND there's no days for patients only. just think they say you (patients) get all these great deals we run instead. recreational dont get that measly 20% off. the great deals that ain't so great and you are out of stock now anyway. you people fucking suck. give me my weed you fucking pirate. I have to tell you the loyalty I had to this place is now dead. I need to find a patients only dispensary. dont exist. why? capitalistic greed. lies from the state oh we will set aside the highest strains for patients. the ones that cost the most, mind you. boy what a fucking favor. im so beside myself. if it were fucking true. stock is fucking gone. I had to choose what I didn't want and pay extra for it. I made no bones about it. cash out all my points Im not coming back here anymore. you shit on your patients who are supposed to be your priority. so Im on the lookout for a better experience as a real patient with my fake ass medical card that I have to continue to pay for according to some shitstain in a suit up in Annapolis state hall who has never even smelled weed but he sure is taking my 200 a year for the weed license which in the state of MD you get cannabis card you can not get a concealed carry license. so Im gonna bet the recreational shitheads have no such restrictions only us patients who followed the rules and paid our dues diligently. we bare the brunt of the taxation laws. we gotta pay for the license, we can no longer carry concealed protection but the fucking crips ahead of me in line have no problem whatsoever. fuckong state of Maryland. what a fucking joke. we pay higher taxes than the rest of the country to live in a crumbling city infested with rats and 9 times out of ten has been honored as the murder capital of the entire united fucking states. they tax you coming and going and even once tried to tax us for fucking rain. rain!! they tax us dry like wringing out a rag for every last drop of blood they can suck from you. and in Baltimore we see none of those taxes go towards anything usefull. our roads are like endless crumbling pot holes destroying our cars and defacing our neighborhoods. my neighbors and I all have 4 wheel drive suvs and its even tearing them up because these fucking side streets are like mountain ranges. its fucking unacceptable. those taxes we pay in the fucking billions goes nowhere in the city or county except into the deep pockets of all the corrupt politicians in baltimore. and don't even try to tell me that the Baltimore city in Baltimore County police forces are in fucking cahoots with the area gangs. They stand back take their cuts and only see what they want to see. Unless of course, which we've had quite a few of them in Baltimore, are the cops that are totally on the take and are out there making their own money on drugs and prostitution and whatever else they can get their hands on. I know I've been guilty at times of saying all cops are bastards but I'm actually too intelligent to actually fall for that because there are some good cops out there and they sure are drowning and swamped in a sea of the fucking corruption. And don't even try to tell me that the politicians and the police in Baltimore are in the pockets of the gangs. There's so much money to be made and they sure are making it off the backs of the citizens of Baltimore. So as far as I'm concerned from the top down from the politician and the police Chiefs down to the officers working the street and into my dispensary where these fucking clowns are pretty much doing the same corrupt things that All State agencies do. The best thing to remember is that your dispensary is not a state run agency it is a for-profit business and they do not really give a fuck whether you are patient or a drug dealer or a teenager hookin school if you got the money baby they got the stash. Fuck them patients. We going to get paid.

I hate America. And somehow I'm supposed to feel a privilege through all this as if I'm privileged in some way. Every fucking thing under the sun is a crock of shit. Learn it early and you won't be disappointed by the amount and tonnage of shit that you will find in your life. Thank you very much ciao now and have a good day I'm going to go be miserable somewhere else.

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nature-played-a-trick-on-me · 3 years

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#Fucking loooove ittttt when i ask for help w communicating w my dad and then when i express how i feel like #everything i do and everything i say to him is wrong and bad and shows im selfish and horrible #this person says 'relationships go both ways' and im like uHHHHHHH #i dont have a whole lotta empathy for someone who's abused me for years actually (bc at this point im mad as fuck)#and this person goes 'abused?' at which point i literally start to dissociate and lose the ability to think straight about what's going on #so i say im sick and tired of people knowing nothing about me and having to explain myself to everyone over and over again #while nothing ever sticks #and this person has the audacity to go and whine that i cant expect every single person to know everything about me???#i think 3 sentences in my file could summarise all that clearly enough to give people some guidelines but ALRIGHT APPARENTLY THATS TOO MUCH #meanwhile she keeps pushing me to make some stupid decision and im like i literally cannot think anymore right now and she keeps pushing it #and im freaking out internationally as im struggling not to zone the fuck out and remember how last time this happened #several people threatened to drag me out of the office instead of ya know. comforting the person whos obviously very upset #im so fuckimg tired of the stupid bullshiy #sure keep whininh at me in your nails on a chalkboard voice! sure!! thqt fucking helps right?!#im so fucking mad about this whole situation like imagine fucking dissociating while trying to arrange very practical shit like what the fuc #and then being in a room where the supposed professional doesn't even know what dissociation is lmaooo #im sorry but i feel like a trauma 101 class is essential in a group home for young folks like this one #im so tired of being treated like a picky little bitch when i just want to have professionals who know what theyre doing.#if u can tell the entire team about a client's diabetes and make a management plan u SURE AS HELL can make a plan for me too #on top of everything else im having like proper relivings of shit which rarely happens and is really upsetting #im like safe n shit and about to go crawl in bed and go to sleep and ill be fine tomorrow #but it really fucking SUCKS to be in this place #i feel like some stupid edgy teen even just talking about this but that's also really fucking stupid

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mymultifandomhell · 4 years

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me, unemployed, @ anyone still probably working:

#i really just want a job so i can move out and live on my own like i dont even need the fulfillment of getting a job in my major anymore fuc #aar #all american rejects #gives you hell #THROWBACK #me #edit #gif #mygifs #oof content #queue #queued post

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superfart6969 · 6 years

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musicals big time special interest .

#i keep being mocked and callled annoygin for it and that im a theatre kid but :/#i dont care. i ts good and i love it and is the only thing that gives me Joy anymore #IT LOOKS LIKE IM CRYTYPING A BIT BUT MY SPACEBAR IS FUC K ED UP

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anpanman95 · 2 years

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Let’s let Nanon and Ohm teach us a thing or two about ✨kissing✨

Not to be an ass about it, but after her (and by her I mean bad buddy ep. 5 4/4), I really think other BL’s should really step up their game with KISSES. Particularly, first kisses. None of that tight-lipped smooch awkwardness anymore. I shall not tolerate that shit no longer, kisses should be nATURAL, AND WHEN YOU HAVE A MOMENT W YOUR LOVER YOU DONT JUST HUG THEM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD YOU KISS THE FUC OUTTA THEM I MEAN IM JUST SAYIN JUST LOOK AT THIS

AND TELL ME IF ANY OTHER BL’s DO KISSING LIKE THIS. This is SO real, the pull, the anticipation, the longing desire, the FINALLY caving in, not being able to hold back any longer. In this particular case, their first kiss is filled with held back desire. Pent up frustration, and longing.

Other kisses, like the ep 11 one which I cannot add a video for but here are some screencaps:

The anticipation, their posture is not awkward, they are VIBRATING. Expecting, and it looks NATURAL AND RELAXED. Also, their eyes. They are looking at each other.

The no-turning-back point: Their lips brush and look. Oh? Their lips are still relaxed.

Now they are in a middle point. Ready to devour. At this point, other BL’s actors simply do not look good. They look so tense and UNWILLING. And let’s be honest. Who likes watching a kissing scene in which the actors obviously don’t want to kiss? it’s so uncomfortable to watch. But here, you just feel the anticipation and hunger they feel.

Then again:

Relaxed.

Natural.

And finally, THIS.

This one is my favorite. You know why? Because what happens after a kiss is JUST AS IMPORTANT as the kiss itself. Here Nanon and Ohm do SUCH an amazing job, because they still project this longing, this desire in their faces, something that would naturally happen after a kiss like this, in a setting like this. No, they don’t smile, no they don’t HUG, for fuck’s sake! They let the kiss sink IN. It’s all about TIMING, GUYS.

TIMING IS SO IMPORTANT! Honestly, they deserve all awards they already won. And more. They are great actors. Not only because they are talented, but because they are willing to ACT. Once they accept a role, they give it all.

Am I a little biased? yeah. But I am also right. fight me.

so, yeah.

Just kiss!

Smooch smooch! 💞

thanks for reading :3

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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↳ bottom oikawa x top reader

request: uhhh top male reader with oikawa in blue lingerie riding his thigh while praising reader 👉👈 (idk if the praise is ok to ask so pls dont if you dont want to!)

w.count: 2k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, thigh riding, male lingerie

“I’ll open my eyes now, okay?”

“Y/n-chan! Don’t you dare.”, Toru squeaked indignantly as he hastily pulled over your t-shirt, the soft fabric loosely falling over his toned body to hide what he had prepared underneath.

When you, however, simply chuckled, he knew you just wanted to tease him, hence pouting, Oikawa then walked over to the bed you were sitting on.

“You are so mean, Y/n-chan. Always teasing me.”

“Hmmm I can’t help it, you are too cute.”, once more, you giggled, which earned you a playful smack against your chest and, to your surprise, a few moments later your boyfriend’s soft lips on yours, making you hum, though only for seconds, before he pulled back again.

“You are so mean, even though I am spoiling you so much…”, taking your hands, he guided them around his hips, your “Now I’m even more intrigued.” getting him all excited to finally show you as he bit his lip in anticipation. Wrapping his own arms around your neck, Oikawa then whispered a mere, “Then open your eyes, Y/n-chan.”

A moment later, your e/c eyes opened, his beautiful face right in front of your own, thus you couldn’t help but smirk, only to let your them wander and look him up and down.

“You’re wearing my jersey… I like that.”

“Oh, Y/n-chan, you are so naïve.”, he sighed and shook his head, before squeaking a bit when you pinched his hips.

“Then stop playing your little game already. Show me what’s underneath, huh?”, your eyebrow twitched and a grin played around your lips, thus finally pushing Toru to his last move as he sat down on your thigh, the little “Oh.” that escaped your lips making him smirk as well.

You could very well feel the lacy material on your thighs that barely shielded your boyfriend’s dick from being completely exposed.

“Hmhmh, ‘oh’, huh?”, Toru giggled and scooched in a little closer while your own grip around his hips tightened.

“May I see what’s underneath?”, you asked so nicely that he only chuckled and nodded with a merely breathed “Of course.”

Willingly raising his arms, he let you undress him, revealing the small, blue lacy underwear, however, as you pushed the fabric up higher, you could finally see everything that he had hidden, the blue, lace bra top accentuating his well-trained and toned body very nicely – and so, your t-shirt fell to the ground.

“Do you like it, Y/n-chan?”, Oikawa barely breathed as he leaned in once more, his lips brushing up against your own, while his body pushed against your hands willingly, encouraging you to keep exploring him.

“Hmm, I do.”, you purred, then softly kissed his lips, “I really am spoiled.”

Chuckling, Toru nodded and squeezed you a little tighter, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you traveled down to grab his ass and massage it through the lingerie, his purr only showing you how much he enjoyed himself right now.

As he started to lightly sway his hips, you grabbed him a little rougher and pushed him higher up on your thigh, his soft moan immediately spurring you on, thus leaning in and connecting your lips made him sigh into the kiss, before your tongues collided and started to dance.

“Nghgh hmm”, moaning into your mouth, his movements increased a bit as he started properly grinding his soft cock against your thigh, your hands back to exploring his body, one squeezing and massaging his own muscular thigh while the other traveled up and to his lingerie bra top, letting your fingers brush against his pecs and nipples through the fabric to make him lightly twitch.

His cute buds reacting quite quickly as they pushed against the lace material so lewdly once they were all hard and sensitive.

“Y/n-chan- nghhh!”, Toru only whined with his cute high-pitched voice, before breaking the kiss and sitting back up, basically towering over you now that he was sitting on your thigh. “I love you, Y/n-chan.”, his doe eyes were shimmering and his face was so cute and red – ugh, he was just way too pretty.

“I love you too, Baby. You are seriously so cute.”, pulling him closer once more, your lips met his neck, making him squirm lightly because he was so sensitive there, before he tilted his head a bit and moaned your name quietly, his thighs already shaking lightly from his movements.

“Hmm, you really like riding my thigh, hm? You’re already all wet…”, your chuckling sent a shiver down his spine while he could barely whine approvingly, his hips stuttering against you, having a visible bulge in his lingerie already, the small lacy thing barely able to cover him anymore.

“Because, you are so handsome, Y/n-chan… I can’t help it…”, Oikawa’s arms around your neck tightened a bit when you bit into his own softly, leaving a small mark that would fade until tomorrow, since he didn’t like it when you left love bites in obvious places (he certainly grew out of that in the past years).

“Aaagh Y/n-“, blushing lightly when you pulled down his lingerie, his cock was already hard and leaking as it bounced back against his stomach, making him gulp, before pouting a bit, whispering a “Look what you did to me… I wasn’t that lewd before…”, which only earned him your hearty laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like that?”, you grinned, making him pout just a little harder as his hips stopped in their movement for a moment.

Staring at you for a few seconds, he eventually gave in as he sighed and leaned his forehead against your own before he shyly mumbled an “I do…”, only to try and conceal his feelings by smacking his lips on yours.

Chuckling just a bit, you didn’t say anything anymore and simply grabbed his neck and pulled him closer for a passionate kiss, while your leg slightly bopped up and down, telling him silently that he should continue and that, he did.

Back to grinding on your thigh, his knee was also pressed against your crotch, the bulge in it already quite visible as well, thus when he started moving again, your own soft groan was everything he needed to spur him on as his hips grinded a bit harder against your thigh.

“Hmm Y/n-chan… Ahn…”, moaning into your mouth, Toru was a bit embarrassed with how turned on he was just by riding your thigh so shamelessly, his precum dripping onto your pants and leaving stains already.

“Haha, look at you. You’re dripping all over me. Your little lingerie is drenched already.”, you teasingly chuckled before reaching out, playfully sliding one finger along his shaft, making your boyfriend shiver and moan as his hips jerked against the touch immediately.

“Y-Y/n-chan!”, whimpering softly, the way you teased him was almost too much.

“Hmm, I didn’t even touch you much and you are already so close. How cute.”, your words excited him and yet, he also pouted a little when he buried his face in the nook of your neck, whispering a mere “M-Meany” before being interrupted by his own moans yet again.

“Come on, Toru.”, you grabbed his ass and pushed him down harder onto your thigh, earning his high-pitched sob and whine as his nails dug into your back, “Move for me, Baby. Show me how much you like this.”, which spurred him on even more, increasing his pace as he slammed his hips down onto your thigh, rubbing his cock against the fabric of your pants to get as much friction as he could.

“Y/n-chan, Y/n-cha- ahhnh I-I love you Y/n-chan. Nhhhghg ahh y-you’re amazing Y/n- I love you, I love you-“, he hiccupped and cried, Toru’s body trembling and legs shaking, his muscles visibly tightening and tensing while holding on to you desperately, only to muffle his loud cry against your shoulder when you trapped his throbbing cock underneath your hand, making it easy for him to thrust into the opening, thus having the perfect friction against your hand and the pants.

“Oh fuck, fuc- ahnn Y/n-chan!”, it was rare for Toru to curse, and yet, when he lost himself like that in pleasure, he didn’t care anymore, his hips grinding so vigorously against your thigh, his cock bouncing with every thrust, being that close to releasing.

“Ahhh Y/n- I’m- Ahh I-I can’t-!”, interrupting himself with his whiny moans, he suddenly hugged you so tightly, his muscular arms wrapped around you in a strong grip that it almost hurt a little with how hard he was squeezing you and yet you let it happen as you wrapped one arm around his back, the other keeping still to give him the most friction.

And with that, it only took a few more moments of Toru’s uncontrollable thrusts, his high-pitched voice breaking in the end. With one last jerk, he rammed his hips onto your thigh, before he released all over it, cock bouncing underneath your hand and spurts of cum staining your pants and t-shirt, your boyfriend moaning in bliss and squirming on top of you, face twisted due to absolute pleasure.

“Toru… Can’t breathe…”, you patted his back a little to get his attention at last, before his grip finally loosened around you, his panted “Sorry.” only making you chuckle a little and lean your forehead against his.

“Glad you liked it so much.”, the grin on your lips definitely made his already warm, red face a little warmer as he glanced to the side shyly, just to tackle you once more with a hug, both of you falling back onto the bed at last – giggling happily.

“Hmm it’s because Y/n-chan feels so good, it’s not my fault.”, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing slowly calming down again as he came down from his high.

“Hmhm, well… I’m glad to hear that.”, softly combing through his hair, there was a minute of comfortable silence that was merely interrupted by Oikawa’s soft gasps, before you said, “But you know! I really hate you, Toru!”

“Ehhhh, whyyyy?”, Oikawa immediately whined as he raised his head to look at you all shocked.

“Because.”, your hand slid down to his cheek to pinch it a bit, “Even your o-face is pretty! Like what the fuck? You can at least look a little silly when cumming, you know? But nooo.”, you rolled your eyes in a playful way and your boyfriend just stared at you for a moment, before he started laughing – a true genuine laugh as he flopped back to hide his face again and snuggle against your shoulder.

“It’s just the blessing of great Oikawa-san. I always look good.”

“That’s true. It’s impossible to take a stupid picture of you, you just always look cute.”

His giggle definitely warmed your heart though.

“But Y/n-chan is also very handsome and cute.”, then, he sat back up eventually and you followed suit.

With your hand cupping his face, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, your whispered “Thank you, Baby. As long as you think that, I’m happy.” making him smile as he pressed another kiss against your lips immediately after.

“Now… shall we go take a shower, hm?”, Toru then mumbled against your lips, pecking them over and over again in between his words, only to squeak and then laugh when you grabbed him and stood up, carrying him through your shared apartment into the bathroom even though he wasn’t the lightest to carry around due to his build.

“I’d love that, you definitely need to help me a little.”, was the last thing you purred against his lips before you closed the door to your bathroom with your foot, the only thing audible another squeaked “Y/n-chan!” from Toru, followed by a soft moan.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: hmmm oikawa toru 🤤 love me that dramatic idiot haha. i will say it again – if anyone has more requests with him, pleasure shoot them my way! i would love to write some more with him, no matter if it’s smut or nah. well, thank you for reading and hope it was enjoyable!

#salemswriting.#oikawa toru #oikawa x male reader #hq x male reader #bottom oikawa #oikawa smut #oikawa x you #haikyuu #smut

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warmau · 4 years

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☆ halloween party!au taeyong | *this post was commissioned warnings: fake blood, suggestive themes

you think these costumes you’re both in are ironic - taeyong should be the angel. clean and holy - bethrown with beauty and kindness. and you should be the vampire - sinking your teeth into something so defenseless and otherwise innocent.

“what kind of vampire doesn’t have a bite mark?”

doyoung asks, eyeing the side of taeyong’s bare neck - covered in cheap halloween make up in an attempt to make him look paler than the white walls of the room you’re all squashed in.

the light is flickering in different colors, somewhere someone is playing really shitty music, and there are bodies dressed up and down in costumes making their way in and out of the space. you’re twirling the prop halo that broke off your head and nod in agreement with doyoungs question.

“yeah, you should definitely have one.”

taeyong puts a hand up to his throat, his long and pretty fingers tap against the skin and he mutters something about how he really didn’t have any time to put this all together. oblivious to the fact that even without the peasant shirt, leather pants, and bad fangs - he still looks like an unreal creature from the night. what with the deepest darkest eyes, highlighted by a natural under shadow that could make whoever was caught in firing line of a look succumb to the spinning of the room. but taeyong is oblivious to it. to the devilish charm that any other man would use most horribly to his advantage.

“ill give you one.”

you lean yourself off the wall and doyoung is about to protest, grab you and keep you back from ushering taeyong into a corner somewhere. but he’s too late. taeyong falls almost willingly into step behind you - dodging zombies, doctors, and superheros until you yank whoever was in the bathroom before you two out and back taeyong up against the door.

he gives you this look, the one that embarrassingly reveals every thought running through his mind. his adams apple shifts with a nervous swallow and in the never ending brown you can see little stars start to speckle.

doyoung might not know this, but you’ve caught taeyong like this numerous times before.

three hours ago, with your angel wings abandoned on the floor, with half your costume on - hand grasping taeyongs jaw - fake blood that you accidentally spilled on him when trying to help him figure out what he was going to actually even go as to this party, sticking you to his skin. the blood, made of melted down candy had left a sweet aftertaste in your mouth - you kept on the tip of your tongue on the car ride here. under your bag and jacket spread across your lap, your hand was drawing slow circles on taeyong’s thigh. he was jittering every now and then and moving around like a unsettled cat, all of which doyoung dismissed as regular behavior. and even twenty minutes ago. before doyoung noticed the lack of taeyong’s vampire bite. before this party got so mind-numbingly boring you could only harbor for an excuse to get back alone with taeyong, you’d managed to steal a quick whisper of something impure against taeyongs shoulder.

sneaking around wasn’t your favorite activity, but taeyong is shy and new to it all. he wants to go slow and you’re ok with it because he only wants to go slow where it gets romantic. moments like these, where his breathing hitches because the imagination that you might just devour him, is the one place he’s fine with going as fast and as intense as possible. it’s still taeyong in front of you, with his little smiles and schoolgirl blushes - but like any animal that wants to be chased - there is something more in this taeyong right now.

you put one hand beside his head, tilt your face to run a line down his own with your eyes. you reach his neck and then down to the large dip of the shirts collar. on his chest, which he didn’t cover at all with makeup, there is a faint pink tint from that fake blood. or maybe its a flush that is spreading up and throughout him like branching roots as you drag the seconds on. your free hand pushes up from the hem and rests on the jut of his hip. every part of him is delicate and so easy to break. it worries you, though you won’t admit it as you curl your nails into his skin.

“where should i bite you?”

he rolls his back up the wall a little and turns his head so his mouth is at level with the wrist of your hand that’s still against the door.

“anywhere.”

“if i bite you where i want - no one else will see it.”

there it is again - those little stars clouding over his iris. you see his knee buckle a bit as he keeps his body weight up.

what did he think you meant? you wonder. you most definitely were thinking about the spot of flesh right below his ribcage, the slope that goes from hard bone to doughy and soft, but maybe you made it sound like you were thinking of something even more south.

you’ll let him swim around in the idea - from the way his mouth opens a little - you can tell he likes that thought.

“doyoung will be angry if we dont get back soo-”

your costume halo clatters to the ground, you’d put it back on your head like some feigning crown when you’d weaved through the crowd. you think these costumes you’re both in are ironic - taeyong should be the angel. clean and holy - bethrown with beauty and kindness. and you should be the vampire - sinking your teeth into something so defenseless and otherwise innocent. a classic monster tale, where good falls to its shaking knees in front of bad.

you kiss taeyong first, because you don’t want to hear about doyoung now - but also because you can tell it’ll lull him into comfort - before you move down to his jaw and then to the pulsating skin of his hot neck where you farm out the perfect place to bite down. he freezes and a hand comes up to grasp at your waist.

his body language is rigid and almost opposing - until it falls forward a little into the feeling and he moans small and vibrating into your ear. you grin against his skin - teeth piercing a little deeper and the hand on your waist curls tighter. taeyong once, with all the anxiety in the world tremoring in his voice, had told you he liked seeing the aftermath of whatever it was you two were doing. a relationship? a fling? it didn’t matter - he liked the solid evidence that coated over spot of him he kept secret.

you’d blinked and said - taeyong, you just like being marked? - and he had covered his face and rolled away from you - his back still raw and red. you’d thought it was just adorable, the way he was so averse to his own primal need. but you were here to let him let it out. pulling him back into your arms and letting him know that what he liked was something you’d be willing to provide whenever he wanted.

which is why now, leaning out and looking at your work - you flick your gaze up to taeyong’s which is now fully covered in stars. his tongue peeking out between his front teeth. he gets worked up so easily, doesn’t he?

“there. now we’ve got you a bite for your costume.”

he takes a moment to realize the heat of your body isnt smoking up into him anymore and that he can stand up straight again. you let your hand drop from the door and you move back to let taeyong come up to the little mirror in the bathroom. he turns his neck, long and elegant, to look at the bruise he’s going to come to love so much.

he puts a hand up to cover it and sheepishly returns his eyes to the floor. you take his wrist and tug it away.

“don’t hide it, i worked hard to make it perfect.”

“isn’t - won’t it be embarrassing-”

“no, it’s a part of your costume afterall.”

you give him a clear smile and he agrees - following you back out the door and up to where doyoung has moved to be strategically beside a table of food. he’s talking to johnny, whose covered from head to toe in bandages, before stopping to take in the sight of you and taeyong’s return.

taeyong doesn’t move, but you loop your fingers through the belt of his pants and tug him a little into you. he turns to look at you with confusion and doyoung catches a full view of his “vampire bite”.

you can tell he does, because doyoung snorts and tells johnny;

“did you know those two have been fuc-?”

#they asked for something along the lines of my jaehyun one #so i thought id write this for the spooky season #its not spooky #its very self indulgent #taeyong au #taeyong scenario #taeyong imagine #nsfw/#suggestive themes #nct imagines #nct au #nct scenarios #nct #taeyong #writing commissions

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jinkieswinkies · 3 years

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Broken doll

"Watch yuh tone, big boy." She ordered

He spat back, "Or what? you'll kill me?"

A metal wrench found its way upside his head.

He growled, "Fucking bitch, if you weren't useful i'd-"

"Or what? you'll kill me?" The young medic mimicked.

"ugh, cheeky bitch."

Again, The metal wrench found its way banged upon his head. Its sound reverberating throughout the medical bay or known as Ajay's clinic.

"Watch yuh MOUTH!"

Ripping his hand away, He grabbed onto the young woman's neck. "You watch it, remember you're just a skinbag-a replaceable one at that."

She growled, "SO ARE YUH, YUH JUST A MACHINE WIT SOME CODIN AND WIRES. NUN SPECIAL!"

Kicking him in his stomach, he doubled over in pain.

she coughed out, "Don try me, I fuck witcha wires, let's remember."

His dry laughter had reached her ears, "That makes you special? News flash girlie, so can other repairmen."

"But yuh come to me, and as long as yuh do yuh respect, I'm not obligated to fix yuh."

As if. He can honestly care less, She comes to HIM for repairs, not the other way around. It's her job to fix him, she doesn't have any other purpose for him. She knew what he was thinking, fucking saw it on the diagnostic screen.

"Tuh, yer not my priority, don get it twisted. Either respect or go someplace nice and quiet to die."

He scoffed, "Who're you to tell me what to do?"

"Ajay che? honestly didn't know yuh were this stupid, to not even remember names? sheesh." She deadpanned, she attempted to grab onto his hand but he ripped it away once again.

Pointing his finger into her face, he shouted, "YOU EXIST TO REPAIR ME, NOTHING ELSE!"

Rolling her eyes, she walked towards her desk where her toolbox sat, opened and contents sprawled all over. She's been dealing with his fowl attitude since pathfinder had returned from talking to him. remembering how distraught and worn he looked when he came into her lab and told her what revenant had said to him about his creator, It made her cringe to see that smiley robot become so sad just from what the angry old bot had said. Now here he is, sitting on the metal slab in the center of her workshop, why couldn't he go somewhere else to be negative. Biting her lip she grabbed the screwdriver.

"Back on the table," she demanded.

"Finally done with your tantrum?"

Brown eyes darted sharply towards the crimson simulacrum. Had to keep it to herself-the comments-her plan.

Humming in response, "hand."

"Say, please." He teased in that sickly sarcastic way.

Looking right back at him again, she tossed the wrench she whacked him upside his head with. Didn't really need it anymore so let's give the child in front of her something to play with.

"Come close and let me check yuh neck."

"hmmph." He obliged, scooting closer towards her.

She knew-had seen it all happen. Seen where he pulled out that long shard of glass in his neck, he didn't know though. Didn't need to know she knew. Her finger traced alongside the edge of his neck, then his Adam's apple or where it would've been. He loathed to admit how he got off to how soft her touch was, and he never will.

"Was it here?"

Confused, he asks, "what was where?"

"Was it here? The shard? When it jammed itself?"

"How do yo-"

The small little screwdriver in her hand was pierced into his neck. Jammed all the way down, so much that the only part that was sticking out was yellow and black-the handle.

Howling in pain, He wailed, "W-W-Wha-T Y-DI-D!" voicebox glitching, unable to say anything.

"Oh? What's wrong? Something wrong with yer voicebox? Maybe Wires?"

Struggling against the table, he glared at the woman standing beside him, "B-B-BAST-A-RD!"

"I, oh, you, I, Spit it out, C'mon you had so much to say before?"

He hacked up blood in his vision, There was nothing there for che.

"Here what if I just twist it?"

"N0-n-NO! ARRRGGHH!" He screamed bloody murder.

As she twisted that little screwdriver, memories of dying entered his vision, Stabbed through the lungs, Bombs melting his own face, Poisoning, Drowning in his own bile. He gasped and sputtered.

"Did yuh gasp like that when you drowned in shit? Maybe try sewerboarding when yuh down there again, I heard it's fun."

"F-F-Fuc-Fuck y-You..."

Huffing, she stared at him once again, "I can take it out, Repair yuh, Make yah feel better again an' everything. All I ask is for respect. Always making our time together so unpleasant."

He wheezed, "I-I-Do-Dont have t-To do shi-Shit.."

"Why do you do this? This is what got you into this mess, Your mouth, your lack of care for your actions. Never even asking for help when yuh needed it most."

No answer from him, not with the pain he's in.

"God things coulda been different, yuh could've lived. yuh dad was neva right and you knew that but still let it dictate yuh life and now look at yuh?"

He wanted to ask, wanted to, wanted to, wanted to. how does she know that. how, how, how, how, how, how

"Now yuh just a broken doll, Kaleb."

#Revenant #apex revenant #Lifeline #apex lifeline #apex legends lifeline #Ajay Che #dont fuck with Ajay #narrc revenant #cuz he is #i mean literally #mentions of revenant's dad #mentions of pathfinders creator #apex legends revenant #kaleb cross

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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death to 2020

cause fuck 2020 lmao

disclaimer: im usually a really brutally honest person with alot of vulgarities because that’s how strongly i feel about stuff im willing to talk about, so... brace yourself for alot of vulgarities and occasionally a word you wouldn’t understand cause it’s a singaporean vulgarity

now where the FUCK do i start?

i started 2020 really happy, though i was still reeling from the shit relationship i was in for most of 2019. he was a cunt and we broke up in september 2019. i got attached again in feb 2020 to a guy i was seeing from late 2019.

ANYWAY

my tumblr journey began in july (i don’t fkin remember what date it was anymore because it doesn’t matter) and long story short, tumblr has become my escape from reality. as most of you know i’ve been writing since 2014, just never touched this platform until 2016 because i was busy reading smuts WUPS but decided i wanted a more interactive platform with my readers so i ended up here.

ANYWAY X2

below is the list of people i wna thank for making my tumblr journey so much more worthwhile, though we might not be close. i also don’t take note of my moots so im so fucking sorry if i missed you out, seriously just drop me an angry ask and ill bow down at your feet.

ANYWAY X3 LET’S BEGIN

to qiu: @stealerz

for being the little sister but like, my sunbae? LMAO uk how when a younger idol debuts but they meet an older idol that debuts later lmao yeah that’s us. i always find it honorable that you come to me for advice, and while i am known among my friends for giving great advice, i never fucking agreed because more often than not, i don’t follow my OWN advice. so qiu acts like a reminder that hey, maybe i shd stfu and listen to myself. but i really wna thank qiu for keeping me in the circle because im not one to initiate conversations (EVER) and she’s always the one talking to me about sch stuff which actually grounds me? makes me believe that school and my virtual reality can still coincide. thank you for being such an amazing friend, for being a person i actually feel close to because...? proximity? HAHAH but anyways, happy death to 2020, love.

to yu: @lsangyeons

for trusting me so much with whatever you tell me about your life. i’m someone who doesn’t offer trust easily, and even if it does seem like i do, there are alot more things i tend to keep from people about my private life, so i know exactly how it feels to talk to someone you only know online about the things that bug us. your drawings are so fucking amazing and adorable, it’s just endearing to see that hardwork come out in something else besides writing (because that’s all ive been fkin doing lolz). i hope 2021 treats you alot better, because you deserve it. HAPPY DEATH TO 2020.

to bella: @fullsunsays

for also trusting me with your emotional breakdowns (i hope you are alright with me saying this here because you talk about it on your acc every now and then but if you’re uncomfortable just give me a sound out and i’ll get rid of it). i just get so fking flattered because it just feels like you feel safe around me? and that? you treat me like a safe space? ion know it’s just all pretty new to me, about being in this online community. thank you for screaming with me/at me about different things, thank you for being so endearing with my shit, and i hope nothing but a better year for you. happy death to 2020, my love.

to violet: @yunhoiseyecandy

for putting up with my nonsense every now and then and being so accepting to my feral side. i dont know if its because i know you’re an ateez stan and yknow ateez stans are usually more feral than tbz stans (idk i rlly dont) and like, i just find myself screaming to you every now and then and you’d do the same and it gives me ‘a pair of dumb feral bimbo’ vibes so, i dont know what i’d do without you, honestly. sometimes you’re the reminder that i have ateez stuff in my drafts or sitting in my laptop waiting to be published and youre a reminder that half my masterlist is also ateez content LOL. we don’t rlly talk about our private lives much but i definitely appreciate you way more than you think. happy death to 2020, vio.

to gina: @sunlightwoo

for closing the gap so quickly! i earnestly dont remember how we got to be moots and all i remember is you screaming to me about smth and i screamed back and we just clicked from there, ion know LMAO. i love it that you’re so endearing and so patient with my shit and the stuff you write! omg. not many things make my heart flutter and BEST BELIEVE i DIED when i read your eric fic for the 12 days of christmas collab. we don’t rlly know much about our private lives and that’s alright, but i just want you to know that you deserve everything. happy death to 2020, gina!

to daisy: @sangyeon-lee

for confusing the fuck outta me when you switched from a fluffy yunho (??) mydaintydaisy to sangyeon as ur dp and sangyeon lee as ur user i was like ???? who the fuc-- OH. BUT YOU ARE SO FUCKING SWEET like i swear on GOD you are that one friend in the grp of girls that bakes cookies and give hugs and offer sweets and... give more hugs i really can’t uwu. (but now that your dp has changed i might have second thoughts hm). anyhow, we haven’t really interacted much besides in the 12 days of christmas collab gc but i just want you to know that i appreciate you in my notifs SO MUCH and i just hope we have a chance to get closer. happy death to 2020, daisy.

to han @fleurseoul, april @tbzlvr and ri @sunwoowuvbot

for being such amazing readers, for constantly giving me encouragement, for always being my first notes or reblogs and i NEVER miss out on reading your tags like EVER because they are what keeps me going and keeps me motivated to keep writing. like, i really have no words to describe the gratitude i have.

ANYWAY X4

below are the moots in my awareness (because im a fucking idiot ngl) that i appreciate and hope we can get to know each other better uwu

@elcie-chxn @experimentalwrites @ddadadada @chaoticdeobi @atbzkingdom @micaronn (i feel like i have a fuckload more but my goldfish brain cannot handle it lmao)

please send me an angry ask if i’ve missed you out >:(

ANYWAY x5

here’s to a better 2021, here’s to a year that’s not so much of a shitshow. here’s to the death of 2020. PEACE OUT.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty 😭 can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! 🥰

You are speaking my fuckin’ language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, he’s dyslexic, although sometimes it’s not mentioned because it’s not important to Harry’s journey @ jk rowling

Thank you for your request! I’m really glad you liked the other one I wrote! You’re anonymous so I don’t know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.

Something a little different, it’s modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.

50: Secret Admirer

56: “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

Prompt list!

Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.

There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.

Tweeting about Billy.

He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.

@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING

@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng

And Billy’s absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account

@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. “Like, It’s kinda nice, whoever this guy is, he’s got a crush. But also like, It’s kinda creepy. Plus he’s objectifying me,” Billy was talking through his sandwich.

Robin made a face of disgust. “Why do you keep saying ‘he’? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.”

“Hard for Hargrove, Robin. I know you’re like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.” She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.

“If I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, it’s on sight Hargrove.” Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billy’s phone, still in Robin’s hand.

“Have you guys worked out who it could be yet?” Her eyes were wide at Billy.

“Billy says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises aren’t necessarily men.” Robin gave him a pointed look.

“Yeah Robin, I know that, but, I don’t know I just think it’s a guy penis-having person.”

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harrington’s.” Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.

“Billy, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him. PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasn’t out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.”

“First of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I don’t get. He’s a nice guy. He’s kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but he’s like, sweet and shit. Second, I’m not out, so it still could be him because he doesn’t think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.” The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billy’s phone vibrated in Robin’s hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account

“Get a fucking life you loser.” She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.

@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still 🥺🥺

His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.

The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.

The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if he’s seen it, like he doesn’t regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.

Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didn’t register doing. On Wednesday night the account said

@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me 🥴 that is all thx for comin to my ted talk

Friday afternoon gave them all:

@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE

But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, who’d agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.

He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.

@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC

@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois

@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)

@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin 😥

He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.

He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guy’s tires. Billy was impressed.

The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didn’t want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldn’t be stomped on. Billy could respect that.

Billy couldn’t risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didn’t like.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic ren’t a happy combo

Billy’s heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blue’s Clues.

He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didn’t notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.

“Sorry, Bill!” Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. “Heyy I have a question for you.” Steve grabbed one of Billy’s hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billy’s hand.

“Hi.” Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.

“hey, Harrington. What was your question.”

“So-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big ol’ crush on you but he’s too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckin’ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?” It’s a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.

“That depends.” Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. “This friend you’re talkin’ about. He’s our age? Like you’re not trying to set me up with one a’ your kids, right?” Steve physically recoiled.

“NO, you fuckin’ pedo. I’m NOT trying to set you up with a fuckin’, fuckin’ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. He’s a senior.” Unless Tommy fuckin’ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didn’t know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.

“Well, if he’s as pretty as you are, I’d love to go out with him sometime.” Billy winked. Steve went red.

“Okay, but like, does that mean you’d go out with me? Like I’m as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not ‘a friend’ I was talking about me. Steve.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time you’d tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturin’ doing it with you, Baby.” Billy was practically purring. “Especially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.” Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billy’s lap, straddling him with very little grace.

“Thank God. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot I’d let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“Then let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.” Steve was a puddle in Billy’s lap. “C’mon, Drunky, git your ass up.” Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.

Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.

“Bil-ly,” Steve whined. “You’re so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.”

“Tweet it later, Sweet Thing.”

It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.

The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.

@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billy’s my boyfriend now 🥰#ThirstWorks

#I'm gonna reblog this in the morning too #Im v proud of it I want people to SEE IT #harringrove #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargorve #modern au #modern harringrove #yikes writes #harringrove prompts #Harringrove Prompts list #harringrove prompt fill #prompt fill #prompt fic

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cheylouwho · 4 years

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spring is canceled we’re going straight to summer craig icon i dont give a fuc anymore

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sad-space-monkey-boi · 5 years

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Shut Your Eyes, Kiss Me Goodnight, And Sleep

@lonelyboy-in-space

Done!

Title is from Sleep by MCR

Summery: Luther has has a terrible sleep schedule, so instead he tries to fix his body to the point of delirium and passing out.

No matter how many times his siblings made fun of him for it, the moon did do terrible things to Luther Hargreeves' mind. Total isolation for four years messes with a lot of things, like, I don't know, your sleep schedule. He would do his research, unbeknownst to him, for days. Time was wierd up there. On earth, that didn't translate well. Luther would spend his nights laying awake, memories playing on repeat in his head.

Momories of running through town, yelling Five's name. Memories of Ben bleeding out in his arms. Memories of watching Diego pack his bags and climb out his window a week later. Memories of the others following in his footsteps. Memories of the warehouse blowing up and feeling the life seep out if him with his blood. Memories of waking up in a different body.

So what else was there to do but train? Train until his muscles ached, until he could barely move, until he couldn't keep his eyes open. And still, he kept going. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept going he could fix himself. Fix this body his father gave him without his permission.

He hit his special punching bags with all his might, feeling the aching in his arms spread to his shoulders, up his shoulder blades, then to his head. The wprld around him was slow and out of focus. What was Vanya yelling? Something about a family meeting? She looked irratated. His eyes fluttered shut, and Vanya's yelling went from annoyed to concerned in a blink. The last thing he saw was his sister running towards him, then his vision went black.

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"WHAT THE HE LL WAS HE THINKING, WORKING UNTIL HIS BODY FUC KING GAVE OUT ON HIM? WAS HE F UCKING POSSESED?"

"Diego, if he was possesed by anything, i would know."

The conversation Luther woke up to was ridiculous, to say the least. Why did he work until his body gave out on him? To fix himself. He had to, because if he didn't, he would probably wouldn't let himself live much longer.

"GUYS!" Ben yelled. "He's awake."

All the sudden all eyes were on him, and his face felt hot.

"Great, now I can ask him." Diego said. "WHAT THE F UCK WERE YOU THINKING?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He said incredulously.

"Diego, calm down..."

"NO, IM NOT GONBA CALM DOWN. LUTHER, YOU DEPRIVED YOURSELF OF SLEEP, FOOD, AND WATER, AND YOU WORKED OUT UNTIL YOUR HEART NEARLY STOPPED!" He lowered his voice for a moment. "You scared the shi t out of me."

"I'm sorry... I just..." he said, before pausing.

"Just what, Luther?" Allison asked.

"I DONT WANT TO LOOK LIKE THIS ANYMORE! I couldnt sleep, and I thought that, if I tried, I could..." he trailed off. " I just wanted to like myself again." He said quietly.

The silence following that statement made Luther feel even more upset than before. Blinking back tears became harder, and eventually, they started rolling freely down his face. His breathe hitched, and sobs started racking his shoulders.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

Klaus was the first one to move, wrapping his arms around Luther's neck and pulling his head to his shoulder. "There, there. Don't be sorry, please don't cry... guys I need some backup!"

Allison came to his rescue, gently rubbing his upper back. "Luther, we understand, but this isn't healthy! And I know thats rich coming from me, but there are better ways to deal with it. We could get Pogo to find out how to reverse engineer the syrum! We all would help, and we might be able to get you back to normal."

"Dont do that."

"What?"

"Give me hope."

They froze for a second, before noticing Luther's smile. They burst out laughing.

"I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE SHOWED YOU MEMES!" Klaus yelled in protest as Luther chuckled into his shoulder.

Once everything had calmed down, they dragged him to his room and pushed him onto his bed. The others said goodnight and went to sleep, exept Klaus.

Klaus kissed his forehead and firmly told him to sleep, before laying down next to him. "Klaus, what are you-"

"Shhh. Sleeeeeeeeeeep."

#fanfics #my fics #The Umbrella Academy #tua #luther hargreeves #Luther Angst #luther protection squad #luther positivity #diego hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #brotp: oh captain my captain

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hoodienot · 5 years

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Rant time

I hate trying to do anything with the government, I literally rather shoot myself in the fucking head than deal with with the vague fucking stupid descriptions they try to give me when I’m trying to literally tell them to STOP TAKING MY FUCKING MONEY I DONT GOT ANYMORE, FUC KOFF

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #I'm moving to the void #fuck this shit I'm too tired to breath

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this-account-is-deacti-vated · 5 years

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hi i just wanted to give you tips when you’re in an argument

Ahem, First of all, I fucking hate people who talks like a triggered 7 yo in internet arguments, i mean, i do sound like one right now but i just really wanted to point it out today.

Tip 1: Don’t use caps

mhm, thats right. Don’t use caps bruh. Again, you’ll look like a triggered 7 yo when you do that and if your enemy knows that you’re triggered, then theres prolly a good amount of possibility that they can win too. If you think sounding angry will scare them away, honestly, they dont.

Tip 2: Write things properly

yes, write things properly. Use capital letters only at the beginning of the sentence, don’t use shortcut words, put periods and commas, and if possible put ‘ too (i forgot whats it called lol). Why? Well, in my opinion being as calm as fuck makes you look like a powerful mothafucker. You, being calm and stuff while your enemy is just so damn pissed and having trouble finding correct letters and stuff. its funny when its like that. also theres prolly a lot of possibility too that you will win and more superior people may actually want to be in your side.

Tip 3: Double check stuff

For being calm, of course you have to double check stuff. If they reply fast with something like “ooh whats the matter i bet ur having trouble rechecking ur spellings and stuff over and over again cuz u a dumbass fuc” just reply something thats like “well, at least im still calm that i can double-check my responses and that i dont sound like a triggered 7 year old like you” yes, something like that. Once I was in an arguement and my enemy responded with something like that i felt like i was so dumb. so yeah, prolly do that.

Tip 4: If possible, use complicated words

Who cares if you still had to go grab a dictionary? its not like they can see you cuz ur on the other side of the screen bruh. if they tell you that you’re a wimp or something for probably getting a dictionary, just lie and tell them that you already knew those words. were all going to hell anyway so why not lol. but dont make every single word complicated tho, maybe just 1-4 words.. yeah. cuz if you do they’l prolly have a very good comeback to use to you.

Tip 5: If theyr right, then let them win

If they are actually right then its best to just back away and admit your defeat. Not all things can go your way. If you do think theyr still wrong tho and you just dont know what to tell them anymore, heck tell it to other peeps who didn’t know. tell it to superiors and stuff.

WELL THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS HAVE A GREAT DAY BYE ! !

#tips #rant #tips for comebac ks #i still havent bathed bye #have a good day

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