#you'll be a lot less fucking dumbfounded

[40ouncesandamule]

#for the people continually dumbfounded that oppressed people commit lateral oppression and leverage what privilege they do have to... #oppress others instead of seeking liberation or the dismantling of oppressive systems #furthermore... when one group with more power than you oppresses you... you have every right to resist that oppression #even if the group oppressing you is also being oppressed #while we all love the ideal of the model oppressed person who only seeks liberation... there will be people who instead lash out #and the more axes of oppression one is under will inherently make the person feel more entitled to 'punch upward' as there are more targets #so rather than tokenizing and scapegoating the oppressed person who is swinging at the other oppressed person... #(regardless of the second person's position in the 'progressive stack') #ask yourself who is benefiting from this infighting? who is instigating it? who is maintaining the systems of oppression that cause it? #who is showing it to you? #who is platforming it? #why is this inter or intra communal beef being displayed to outsiders? #because once you can answer these questions #you'll be a lot less fucking dumbfounded

[labarboteuse]

The unexpected visitor

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Summary: All day long Jake waited to come to take care of his girl who turned him on by texts, he certainly doesn't expect who's waiting for him.

Warnings: NO MINORS +18, explicit sexual content, oral sex giving and receiving, swearing

"Can't wait for you to come home."

A smirk stretched his lips as he read the text before putting his phone in his pocket and grab his helmet joining the rest of the squad for today's exercise.

They had been texting each other hot all day and Jake was just waiting for one thing, the end of the day to get home and honor his fiancée the best way he knew how. That is, between her legs. When the day finally came to an end he didn't hesitate to rush home, jumping out of the car and rushing inside the house he let the door slam behind him to announce his return before happily exclaiming from the hallway into the living room.

"Baby I'm here!" He took off his shirt and pants while walking through the house looking for her. “Spread your legs wide open for me I'm coming! Also I'm gonna fuck your little mouth so hard you won't be able to talk for a few days. Fuck, Love I'm gonna destroy you." He froze in place as he came into the living room dressed only in his boxers and saw her sitting in one of the armchairs, a man sitting across from her on the couch, both of them looking at him dumbfounded. Jake's smile tightened with embarrassment.

"Honey, Father Edwards came to visit us unexpectedly, to talk about the wedding, could you put your clothes on please."

Father Edwards looked down at his glass of water clearing his throat, Jake, still with his embarrassed smile on his face apologized before walking backwards into the kitchen picking up his clothes as he went.

 "If you'll excuse me for a moment." In a strangled, high-pitched voice she rose to join him as their guest replied with a nod.

 "You could have warned me!" He exclaimed whispering so that the priest wouldn’t hear them.

 "I didn't have time! How was I supposed to guess you would go home claiming you wanna fuck me. Jesus .. what he is going to think .. '' She put her hand on her forehead, the other on her hips. "Okay, put your clothes on and shut it. Let me handle this."

She starts to walk away before coming back to him and kissing him, he was turned on by her authority.

"That said, I still can't wait for you to destroy me." She said with a low voice before heading to the living room, provoking a smile from ear to ear to Jake who followed her.

She returned to her seat, Jake taking his place beside her, nodding with a pinched smile to Father. "Father Edwards, you look great."

"Jake, nice to see you again. I had come to see you to discuss your wedding ceremony." With a proud smile Jake took one of her hands that she had crossed in her lap and clasped it in his, a smile she returned, " I haven't seen you since when you came to me to ask me to officiate."

"Oh yeah, we've been busy with work a lot."

"You know it's customary to have an appointment before that to make sure of your ... motivations, that it's a commitment that you're making in good conscience. To make sure that you're aware of what it means, to answer your questions and discuss how the ceremony will go."

Unlike Jake's family, his future wife's family had never been very religious and a civil one would probably have required less preparation. Nevertheless, it has been finally decided that the civil ceremony would be followed by a religious one in order to agree with Jake's family and to please them. They didn’t intend to start their life as newlyweds with a conflict between the two families who couldn’t agree. So that's why today Father Edwards found himself sitting on their couch at the least opportune moment.

"Well at least there is no doubt about your motivation for this wedding, you do really love you both. " He said amused which disconcerted the young lovers in front of him.

"Always done with love padre." Jake threw happily and proudly, too much for the young woman's taste.

"Jake for God's sake please don't say more words."

"Um, dear child, don't involve Him in this please. Well, I'm gonna leave you ... you two certainly have things to do." He winked at them and she just wanted to bury herself deep underground. "It would still be a good idea to make an appointment soon to discuss all this."

All three of them got up and they walked him to the door.

"Thank you for coming Father Edwards and ... I'm sorry, truly."

He put a hand on her shoulder still amused. "It doesn't matter my child. I don't see that every day, fortunately."

Once he was out, she closed the door and leaned against it.

"Well we will be lucky if he still wants to marry us."

Jake who had remained in the background, hands in the pockets of his jeans, held back from laughing and she felt like hitting him for this embarrassing situation.

"I'm sorry ... That's wrong, I'm not."

She rolled her eyes before returning to the living room, the pilot on her heels. As she bent down to clear the coffee table to take the glasses back to the kitchen, he put his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck.

"Please now can you let me fill you."

His words were met with an elbow to the stomach that made him laugh and tighten his grip around her.

"You're so a classy man Seresin."

"Hey! You turned me on all day long and I've been waiting all day for this to happen. You should have known what was waited for you once I came home. "

"That's my fault now?! Do I need to show you the texts to refresh your memory, you're the one who initiated this." A plaintive sound came out of his chest as she headed for the kitchen, following still glued to her.

"I know. But this is my way to show you how much I love you."  Her laugh that he loved so much rang in his ears as she burst out laughing and sliding his hands over her hips to turned her around. "You can't imagine the pure joy I feel to know I'll be able to hear that sound for the rest of my life." He took the glasses she still had, one in each hand, and placed it behind her on the work surface. Passing his arms under buttocks he raised her to sit on it then slipped his hands on her hips.

"Is it bad to want to make love to the girl I love?"

"You always want to, it's like your first human need." She joked, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"That's because I love you so much darling.” Coming to kiss her neck he carried her back to sit her on the kitchen table lower than the countertop, allowing him to be just the right height between her legs.

"Now, are you allowing me to show you I love you?" He asked whispering in her ear which made her feel thrills down her spine.

Without waiting more, he went up her dress on her thighs, caressing them of his hot hands, of a hand in the hollow of her kidneys he approached her so that she can be on the edge of the table. He placed his lips on hers mixing his tongue with hers, her hands sliding on his chest to his waist to catch his shirt that she removed him making him raise his arms, the sight that it offered her made her bite her lower lip what excited more the blond who came to caress her over her underwear. The sudden presence of his hand on her crotch made her flinch with surprise and she contracted her thighs encircling more firmly his waist. Depositing kisses on her collarbone, going up towards her ear he withdrew her panties to come then slip a finger in her, causing her to squeak. He added a finger, fingering her with his index and middle fingers, caressing her clitoris with his thumb. Her movements of pelvis and the acceleration of her breath intensified the excitation of Jake which manifested itself by the hardening of his member tight in his jeans. A hand in his nape, the other on his wrist, she squeaked so strong of pleasure that he could have come just by listening to it. A hoarse moan of his share resounded in her ear that accentuated her excitation, she wanted some more, more than to feel his fingers in her. He withdrew it from her slowly to let her feel all the movement and came to squat in front her open legs, going up his hand of her thigh to her chest  meaning to her to lean back in order to better open to him. Placing her legs on his shoulders he plunged his face between her thighs and she let escape a cry of pleasure by feeling his wet and hot tongue lapping her intimacy.

"God Jake!" In a lively gesture she clutched his hair and arched her pelvis to better offer herself to him. The tip of his tongue caressed her small button of flesh so sensitive what made her tremble of pleasure, he made the turn of it with the tip of his tongue before sucking, alternating the two. He felt her clitoris swelling between his lips what provoked him a smile of satisfaction. With his tongue he went through her wet slit feeling her almost to fail, her breathing was jerky, her movements of pelvis more insistent, she couldn’t wait any more. He straightened up and came to offer her her own taste on his lips before murmuring against hers.

"You get me so excited when you squeal like that."

She laughed a little as she felt his excitement through his jeans.

"Yeah, I can feel it and I think I can fix it." He raised an intrigued eyebrow and bit his lip as he saw her get off the table and come to her knees. In a split second she undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding it with his boxers down his thighs. She threw him a vicious glance whereas he slipped a hand in her hair. When she took it in her mouth he tilted his head back with a sigh of ecstasy, he liked to feel himself in her and this in all possible ways, this one being by far his favorite. Her tongue wrapped around his length, which she went through at a slow pace at first then she accelerated feeling his grip tighten around her hair. The tip of her tongue played with his foreskin making him moan of pleasure. When she took him again in mouth Jake gave a blow of kidney to come to sink in her throat. When he looked down at her he saw that she had one hand around his member, caressing herself with the other, he liked to see her excited and making herself feel good by giving him pleasure. His own increased tenfold he began a long series of brutal back and forth to feel himself go to the bottom of her throat pressing on the back of her skull. She ended up withdrawing to take a big breath, small tears beading in the corners of her eyes by the feeling of his cock tapping in the bottom of her throat. He helped her to stand up by taking her by the hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs before coming to kiss her passionately and to sit her down again on the table. His arms around her, their two bodies pressed one against the other, their intimacies caressing.

"Jake please.." She moaned.

"What sweetheart?"

"Take me now."

He inserted himself then in her, she was so wet that he slipped easily, leaned on her a hand on the table, he passed his other arm under one of her knees to raise her leg and better sink in her. The sensation of her sex contracting around his doubled his pleasure and he shook his head as if to clear his head while the pulsations of his heart became stronger. Their two pelvises dancing together, him giving big knocks to go more deeply in her and her to receive him better, the sound of their skins clacking one against the other mixed with the short breaths and the moans. Her hands clutched the edge of the table to which she clung desperately not to fail.

"Shit, this table won't ever handle this." He joked burying his face in her neck, pressing his lips against her burning skin, one of her hands dropped the edge of the table to come and press against his nape, in which she planted her nails to which he responded by growling and biting the skin of her neck on which he was going to leave a hickey.

"Ja.. Jake, Please go faster."

"This babe wants more uh? Ask and you'll receive." Without releasing his face from her neck he grips her hips firmly controlling the movements of her pelvis against which he comes crashing faster at her request making her scream louder.

"Fuck Jake! I can't no more!"

"Come for me babe, come around me and I'll fill you up."

While she tightens abruptly a last time around his waist, the orgasm invades her tearing off a cry of pleasure bringing Jake to his paroxysm and joining her, pouring in her, tightening his embrace and moaning in his turn. Out of strength she releases her size of her thighs, and slides her arms around his nape snuggling against him. They remain one moment in that position, him between her legs his arms around her, hers around his nape, taking back their breaths, exhausted by their frolic.

"See how much I love you?" He says his lips against hers with a smirk making her laugh.

"Never doubted about it. I love you so much too Jake. Never leave me."

"Never been in my plans Love. I'm gonna make you mine forever."

#jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun #top gun maverick

[escapetheshark]

Off the Deep End | part 3 | swim instructor Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre: fluff; smut; angst

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, drowning, and adult language (warnings will be added to each chapter)

Summary: Hellbent on facing her fears, she starts taking up swimming lessons from one attractive young instructor named Christopher.

A/N: I don't really know what I'm doing anymore, but I promise we'll get to the smut at some point. Just hang in there, the like 3 people that are still reading this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | to be continued

Masterlist | Network

"So, how was your date?"

Her voice goes down an octave when she asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me with a smirk on her face. I just sigh like an exhausted mother of four.

"It was alright," I shrug, desperate to not talk about it any further, let alone with my co-worker. I shouldn't have overshared about the date in the first place, but I did and these are the consequences of my actions. "But I won't be seeing him again."

"How come?"

"He was a bit uhm, annoying," I explain, biting my tongue so as to not elaborate any further. Maybe it would be nice to just vent, but I could never get that personal with co-workers, and there's no way I'm telling my sister about my shitty date with this guy who took me to Outback Steakhouse, ordered a Superbowl salad and water on my behalf, became aggravated when I told the waiter I'd rather have the steak instead, and then proceeded to call me fat.

Well, I won't be doing that again…! Either way, my co-worker seems to give up on wanting more details. Maybe she understands the struggles of trying to date men in this day and age, or maybe she knows the dance and song by now.

You're so pretty, we should hang out. You're so beautiful, wanna come back to mine?

I sigh again, glancing at the clock on the wall, a little happy that I have just over an hour until my shift is done, and then I can go home to rot a little bit more and uninstall the stupid dating app while I watch some old romantic movie and entertain my own loneliness. Anyway-

"You should just enjoy being single," she concludes. "Value your own company, you know?"

"I guess I'm just lonely," I shrug, desperately hoping she will drop the conversation or, at the very least, change the subject to literally anything. "Maybe I'll just get a cat."

"Just find some guy to fuck and you'll feel better," she unexpectedly blurts, giggling slightly. I snort. "After half an hour with a man, you'll be reminded of why you've stayed single."

"You know, you're right," I laugh as I clean the counters, hoping nobody else comes in or, at the very least, nobody comes in asking for anything more than a simple coffee. "I should focus more on my photography and less on getting laid."

"How's that going along?"

"I've had a lot on my plate lately, so I haven't really done much in that sense, but I should probably just grab my camera and take photos of random shit, huh?"

"Absolutely," she agrees. "Make like an aesthetic Instagram. There's definitely folks out there who make it big through that, why not you? Your photos are good, Jess, I've seen your Instagram."

I'm slightly dumbfounded by the compliment, but I offer a smile nonetheless. I guess she's right. My photos are nice and maybe I should try to do something with them beyond sharing them on my social media every once in a while.

The application has been uninstalled.

I feel my lids getting heavier with each passing second and I end up succumbing to exhaustion on the sofa, feeling good about deleting the shitty dating app.

I haven't used this camera in a while and it suddenly feels heavier than I remember. This time, the pool doesn't feel as suffocating and I'm fully dressed and not wearing that horrendous swimming cap that makes my ears hurt. My models are random kids and staff members who volunteered to be part of a small local newspaper and I'm hellbent on taking the most artistic swimming pool photos Melbourne has ever seen. Well, this part of Melbourne, at least.

"Oh, you're the photographer!"

I turn around to face the source of the voice and I'm faced with the ever-smiling Christopher in his usual attire of swimming shorts and a white tank top, this time he's fully dry and his hair looks a little dishevelled but like he did his best to fix it.

"Yes, the photographer is me," I repeat, cringing inside for the dumb way I said it. I'm trying to not succumb to the temptation of checking him out like my sister suggested, but it's difficult to not stare when he radiates joy and I can't decide whether he's just happy all the time or a complete cunt behind closed doors. It's hard to tell. I'm not sure what's worse: someone so cheerful it's like they can't physically experience heartbreak, someone who hides a world of hurt behind an ear-to-ear smile, or someone who acts kind and friendly on the outside but is a rude arsehole on the inside. What are you, Christopher?

"I hope I look good enough," he chuckles, his ears glowing red as he looks down at his thong-clad feet and tries to fix his hair a little with his hands. "We should have a lady come in to do some makeup, I think."

"Oh yeah, she should be here soon. You guys are gonna be on the Weekly Melbourne, you have to look perfect!" He smiles, his entire face gaining colour. He's beaming, more so than usual, and it's honestly adorable. Jessica, what the fuck?

That's your swimming instructor, don't be like Jamie! I feel my face warm up, but luckily we are interrupted by the makeup artist.

"Jessica?"

"I wish I could have taken some more exciting photos, but they wanted very family style for the article," I can't help but talk with my mouth half-full as I chew on my sundae-covered fries. "It would be so cool to just do, like, an Accidentally Wes Anderson-esque photo shoot at the pool."

"I had no idea you were a photographer," Chris exclaims, unwrapping his chicken sandwich and taking a big bite. "Did you go to school for it?"

"I didn't go to school at all," I reply, trying not to sound bitter about it. "Life got in the way, I guess."

"That happens," he shrugs, his lips around one of the straws in the giant milkshake we ordered to share. "I studied Songwriting and Music Production and now I'm teaching people how to swim. Life does get in the way."

"Oh, so you write music?"

Before he can answer, one of the kids interrupts our conversation to make sure everyone at the table is aware that he won a bet with his friend by finishing his Coke first. Chris laughs and congratulates his student before scolding him about brain freeze, but the kid is too excited about his prize: the little Pokémon toy his friend got in his Kids Meal. The other boy sulked as he handed the winner his toy, but the winning boy decided that he would rather share and let his opponent keep his little Pikachu.

"Maybe this generation isn't so bad," I comment, turning back to look at Chris as he takes another sip of our Oreo shake. "But you were saying?"

"Oh yeah, I make music. It's a hobby for now, but who knows?"

I smile back, it's my turn to drink the milkshake. Somehow, I nearly forgot we're surrounded by a handful of kids, a makeup artist and a couple of Christopher's co-workers from the pool. This isn't a date, I tell myself. But God, I wish it was… Jessica shut up. You're just lonely and horny, don't let your monkey brain take over!

"Well, this was a fun afternoon," one of his co-workers exclaims, escorting the children to her van. "Thanks for the photo shoot, I can't wait to see the article!"

I wave as the van speeds away, glancing around to discover I'm alone with Christopher and trying not to blush at that information. I have to remind myself that the only reason I even looked at him, to begin with, was because my sister insisted he's a hottie - which is true, I'll give him that, and my own loneliness and lack of intimacy got the better of me. None of this is rational, I know, I guess I'm just needy and not thinking straight.

"Well, I'm glad I got to be a part of this. You better have made me look good," he chuckles and I turn my attention to him. "I have to get going, but it was a pleasure!"

"I'll see you tomorrow," I smile watching him walk towards his motorbike. It's starting to get dark and chilly out, I somehow didn't notice the passage of time all day. Time does fly when you're having fun, huh? I even forgot about my plight of solitude for an entire day there. What if life was always like this? Surrounded by laughter, doing something so fulfilling I lose track of time, enjoying an Oreo milkshake on a Friday afternoon without worrying about the burden of being alive, without thinking about the mortifying ordeal of my own existence in this fucked up world-

It was a pleasure…

There's barely any light coming through the curtains, and it takes me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the near-complete darkness. I was drowning… My head was underwater, surrounded by blue as a faded red wave slithered into my sight line. I took my hand to my face and the blood dripped copiously. I was off the deep end, maybe I still am. It's been thirty years and I still see the blood dancing against the deep blue water of the pool, it looks like a bright silky ribbon waving in the air, so mesmerising and beautiful.

The swimming lesson goes by fast and, almost as soon as I entered the water, I'm exiting it and preparing to hit the shower room. I wave goodbye to Christopher and he waves back with a faint smile on his face. I watch as he climbs the pool ladder and grabs his dark blue towel, rubbing at his soaked hair. Maybe it's just my loneliness, the touch-starved nature of my existence and the fact that everyone seems to think he's the hottest thing since Hell was invented, but he's messing with my mind a little. Could also have been yesterday's little photo shoot date, maybe I've been spending so much time on my own that a handsome young man's company for a while felt like a date rather than a get-together.

I'm staring, aren't I?

But what if his hands hold me gently like when I panic in the pool, and what if our noses touch? Don't be ridiculous, Jessica, I chastise myself for my own unfulfilled fantasies. The solution to these fake feelings you think you're feeling for your swimming instructor is to get laid. Your issue is a lack of dick. Well, one of your issues-

Editing the images from the photoshoot means I have to look at Christopher a lot, and that doesn't help my case at all. He looks beautiful in all of them, like he radiates kindness and patience, his warm brown eyes often just a half moon in his face. I would have never noticed him in a crowd but somehow that's what makes him so attractive, just how normal and approachable he is - no artifice, fireworks, just a man radiating joy in his smile. I've lost my fucking mind. But I've selected up to 20 of the photos that I think will look good in the magazine, edited them and sent them back to the editor for further selection and re-touches, so now I can go back to my delusions of being shown some love and affection by a man ten years my junior who holds on to my waist with a firm grip and refuses to let me go, and writes music on his spare time.

Jessica, get out of your head-

#neverendingdreams #bang chan scenario #bang chan x you #i still dont know how to tag

[battlevann]

i have so many ideas about zarathos' kid(s) i need to write so heres a headcanon dump thing that will immediately be discarded once we actually see them in canon

-they r fraternal twins (also they r both trans because i said so) their names are Anastasia and Riven

-neither of them got to actually talk to Zarathos until they r somewhere in their teens

-neither of them like Lilith

-Anastasia wants to have a civil discussion with her father, Riven does not.

-Neither of them have a clear and correct idea of Zarathos in their mind, but Anastasia seems to favor or idealize her father while Riven resents him

-Anastasia has modified her features by (PAINFULLY) removing the fangs that protrude from the corners of her mouth and has modified her face to make the sunken-in skin that outlines her jaws so perfectly less noticeable. The scaring is awful, but she'd rather be scarred than look as she did before

-Riven has modified himself as well, sawing his horns down. its a painful and awful process that he gets reprimanded for, but he'd rather not look like Lilith.

-I have this very strange little idea that Riven was raised separately from Anastasia after a little while. Blackheart of all people was the one to strike up a deal with Lilith and pull Riven away to presumably teach him how to blend in with humans and use him to further his own plans against Zarathos

-Riven managed to worm his way into Blackheart's cold, loveless heart. BH will deny that he got attached but he did (mostly because i think it'd be funny to see Zarathos be so sulky over his kid viewing one of his biggest enemies as a father instead of him)

-Anastasia is strangely pacifistic, she is much more focused on trying to twist her powers to heal instead of hurt.

-Riven was very influenced by Blackheart and looks up to him a lot more, so he took lots of the things that were told to him by Blackheart about Zarathos more seriously than what Lilith may have said

-After Zarathos and Johnny y'know, fucking murder Blackheart(rightfully), Riven develops EVEN MORE resentment and hatred towards his father!

-Zarathos has no clue either of his kids actually exist (I think this is canon because when Lilith told him it wasn't actually him)(THAT MIGHT BE WRONG PLZ CORRECT ME)

-Anastasia and Riven don't get along, much to Anastasia's dismay. She tries her best to get him to listen but she hasn't learned that she can't help everyone yet.

-Riven snarls and lashes out, convinced he is justified in his hatred, but you'll have to forgive him as he just hasn't learned that you can't stay stuck in that stage of grief forever, it will eat you up.

-the first time Anastasia and Zarathos meet, the girl stumbles over her words and rambles, her father remains dumbfounded that he has a daughter. that confused silence gives way into overwhelming joy, something the older of the two has not felt in a long time.

-Anastasia tries her best to warn her father about Riven, how he won't listen, she really does. Zarathos is persistent, he is adamant that he can bond with his son

-Their meeting does not go well, actually, it goes terribly

-Riven attacks and attempts to maul the older, shouting out about his 'dad' from a throat that's sore and raw from the sobbing he's done hours earlier. Zarathos doesn't want to injure his child but he's not sure what to do

-He pulls Riven into an embrace, an attempt to restrain him, Johnny tells him to 'keep the kid there, he'll tire himself out. he needs to do this'

-Zarathos begrudgingly admits that Johnny was right, Riven did need to fight and shout. He needed to express his rage before he could speak.

-Their meeting ends with Riven muttering bitterly about how Zarathos' took his dad away from him, and it is only when Anastasia calls out for him as he lumbers away does the older demon realize Riven was talking about Blackheart

#ghostposting #blugh headcanon dump

[love-and-i-am]

I don't like the media, but the media likes me.

MARILYN MANSON May 28, 1999

It is sad to think that the first few people on earth needed no books, movies, games or music to inspire cold-blooded murder. The day that Cain bashed his brother Abel's brains in, the only motivation he needed was his own human disposition to violence. Whether you interpret the Bible as literature or as the final word of whatever God may be, Christianity has given us an image of death and sexuality that we have based our culture around. A half-naked dead man hangs in most homes and around our necks, and we have just taken that for granted all our lives. Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The world's most famous murder-suicide was also the birth of the death icon -- the blueprint for celebrity. Unfortunately, for all of their inspiring morality, nowhere in the Gospels is intelligence praised as a virtue.

A lot of people forget or never realize that I started my band as a criticism of these very issues of despair and hypocrisy. The name Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad fact that America puts killers on the cover of Time magazine, giving them as much notoriety as our favorite movie stars. From Jesse James to Charles Manson, the media, since their inception, have turned criminals into folk heroes. They just created two new ones when they plastered those dipshits Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris' pictures on the front of every newspaper. Don't be surprised if every kid who gets pushed around has two new idols.

We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole purpose is to destroy all of mankind, and we grow up watching our president's brains splattered all over Texas. Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised. Does anyone think the Civil War was the least bit civil? If television had existed, you could be sure they would have been there to cover it, or maybe even participate in it, like their violent car chase of Princess Di. Disgusting vultures looking for corpses, exploiting, fucking, filming and serving it up for our hungry appetites in a gluttonous display of endless human stupidity.

When it comes down to who's to blame for the high school murders in Littleton, Colorado, throw a rock and you'll hit someone who's guilty. We're the people who sit back and tolerate children owning guns, and we're the ones who tune in and watch the up-to-the-minute details of what they do with them. I think it's terrible when anyone dies, especially if it is someone you know and love. But what is more offensive is that when these tragedies happen, most people don't really care any more than they would about the season finale of Friends or The Real World. I was dumbfounded as I watched the media snake right in, not missing a teardrop, interviewing the parents of dead children, televising the funerals. Then came the witch hunt.

Man's greatest fear is chaos. It was unthinkable that these kids did not have a simple black-and-white reason for their actions. And so a scapegoat was needed. I remember hearing the initial reports from Littleton, that Harris and Klebold were wearing makeup and were dressed like Marilyn Manson, whom they obviously must worship, since they were dressed in black. Of course, speculation snowballed into making me the poster boy for everything that is bad in the world. These two idiots weren't wearing makeup, and they weren't dressed like me or like goths. Since Middle America has not heard of the music they did listen to (KMFDM and Rammstein, among others), the media picked something they thought was similar.

Responsible journalists have reported with less publicity that Harris and Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans -- that they even disliked my music. Even if they were fans, that gives them no excuse, nor does it mean that music is to blame. Did we look for James Huberty's inspiration when he gunned down people at McDonald's? What did Timothy McVeigh like to watch? What about David Koresh, Jim Jones? Do you think entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel, or should we blame the fact that his father bought him the guns he used in the Springfield, Oregon, murders? What inspires Bill Clinton to blow people up in Kosovo? Was it something that Monica Lewinsky said to him? Isn't killing just killing, regardless if it's in Vietnam or Jonesboro, Arkansas? Why do we justify one, just because it seems to be for the right reasons? Should there ever be a right reason? If a kid is old enough to drive a car or buy a gun, isn't he old enough to be held personally responsible for what he does with his car or gun? Or if he's a teenager, should someone else be blamed because he isn't as enlightened as an eighteen-year-old?

America loves to find an icon to hang its guilt on. But, admittedly, I have assumed the role of Antichrist; I am the Nineties voice of individuality, and people tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity. Deep down, most adults hate people who go against the grain. It's comical that people are naive enough to have forgotten Elvis, Jim Morrison and Ozzy so quickly. All of them were subjected to the same age-old arguments, scrutiny and prejudice. I wrote a song called "Lunchbox," and some journalists have interpreted it as a song about guns. Ironically, the song is about being picked on and fighting back with my Kiss lunch box, which I used as a weapon on the playground. In 1979, metal lunch boxes were banned because they were considered dangerous weapons in the hands of delinquents. I also wrote a song called "Get Your Gunn." The title is spelled with two n's because the song was a reaction to the murder of Dr. David Gunn, who was killed in Florida by pro-life activists while I was living there. That was the ultimate hypocrisy I witnessed growing up: that these people killed someone in the name of being "pro-life."

The somewhat positive messages of these songs are usually the ones that sensationalists misinterpret as promoting the very things I am decrying. Right now, everyone is thinking of how they can prevent things like Littleton. How do you prevent AIDS, world war, depression, car crashes? We live in a free country, but with that freedom there is a burden of personal responsibility. Rather than teaching a child what is moral and immoral, right and wrong, we first and foremost can establish what the laws that govern us are. You can always escape hell by not believing in it, but you cannot escape death and you cannot escape prison.

It is no wonder that kids are growing up more cynical; they have a lot of information in front of them. They can see that they are living in a world that's made of bullshit. In the past, there was always the idea that you could turn and run and start something better. But now America has become one big mall, and because of the Internet and all of the technology we have, there's nowhere to run. People are the same everywhere. Sometimes music, movies and books are the only things that let us feel like someone else feels like we do. I've always tried to let people know it's OK, or better, if you don't fit into the program. Use your imagination -- if some geek from Ohio can become something, why can't anyone else with the willpower and creativity?

I chose not to jump into the media frenzy and defend myself, though I was begged to be on every single TV show in existence. I didn't want to contribute to these fame-seeking journalists and opportunists looking to fill their churches or to get elected because of their self-righteous finger-pointing. They want to blame entertainment? Isn't religion the first real entertainment? People dress up in costumes, sing songs and dedicate themselves in eternal fandom. Everyone will agree that nothing was more entertaining than Clinton shooting off his prick and then his bombs in true political form. And the news -- that's obvious. So is entertainment to blame? I'd like media commentators to ask themselves, because their coverage of the event was some of the most gruesome entertainment any of us have seen.

I think that the National Rifle Association is far too powerful to take on, so most people choose Doom, The Basketball Diaries or yours truly. This kind of controversy does not help me sell records or tickets, and I wouldn't want it to. I'm a controversial artist, one who dares to have an opinion and bothers to create music and videos that challenge people's ideas in a world that is watered-down and hollow. In my work I examine the America we live in, and I've always tried to show people that the devil we blame our atrocities on is really just each one of us. So don't expect the end of the world to come one day out of the blue -- it's been happening every day for a long time.

MARILYN MANSON

#writing #marilyn manson #1999 #Columbine #Media #Scapegoating #Censorship

[flashyfucker]

OHHH BOY GRIMY ZACH AND THE VIRGINITY BIT!!! What if you really are a virgin but like also not really. There’s been plenty of boys, touching and mouths on certain parts, plenty of taking care of yourself with your toys when the previously mentioned boys showed their true colors and were then not allowed to actually fuck you. And so the reputation built, you go home with someone and assumptions are made. But no one had the right vibes to get the clearance to go all the way. So when Zach fucks you, you are a virgin, technically. His mind leaks from his ears when he overhears a friend of a friend of a friend giggling about it during a night a few weeks later (at a different bar because you two were in fact not allowed back at the parking lot place). Immediately he finds you and he has a small freak out at you “Why did you let me do that??” and you responding with “I knew what I was doing, what I wanted you to do. I didn’t want anything special, it’s not like it was my first time doing anything with a guy. Besides, if you knew would you have done something fancy? Made it memorable for me, Zach? Would you not have fucked me?” And that leaves him speechless, brain malfunctioning as he watches you angrily walk away from him, hips swaying with the frustration coursing through your body. He doesn’t come back online until you turn around and wiggle a finger at him from the door, beckoning him to follow for a repeat performance (at your place, not in the parking lot this time; you really like this place).

no why am i so fucking obsessed w this dynamic. i'm so passionate abt it for no reason god

the "why would you let me do that?" moment is actually so funny to me. the idea that he's all huffy about it, kinda tough-guy angry for reasons he doesn't even know. and you roll your eyes at him: chill about it in a way that he’s struggling to process, cause shit, he knows he’s not a great guy, but he’s never taken anyone’s virginity before (much less fucked it away carelessly, against a car in a sketchy parking lot, calling them a filthy slut while he took it, damn.). 

so, he doesn’t know what it’s meant to be like, how either of you are meant to feel or act. he thinks it’d be simpler to reckon with if you hated him. at least then he could keep being an asshole without feeling guilty. instead you’re scoffing in his face, laughing for a sec, telling him “it’s not that deep.” at the end of your spiel, and leaving him dumbfounded and disgruntled? fuck i'm obsessed with them

(also you do make it back to your apartment, this time, but he’s definitely taking you in the elevator. makes it real clear what this whole thing’s gonna entail if you’re gonna keep fucking.)

and like lowkey.. zack getting kinda possessive after he finds out??

he's still mean and grimy and doesn't seem to care abt ur feelings (not that you're looking for that from him, anyway) but the fact he's the only man who's ever fucked you does something for him. moreover, the fact you've got this sense of innocence (ie. the prude act he mentioned) but you'll let him defile you in clubs and bars and shove his hands up your skirt playfully in 7/11s and liquor stores, and you say thank you so prettily when he spits on your tongue? a messy slut but only for him to see? only when he asks? it'd kill him if he let it. and you're kinda his after he fucks you the first time, regardless of whether either of you know it yet.

(also after you'd hit him with the virginity thing in the car the first night, despite his head-spinning moment of what the fuck, his breathless "yeah, make that two sprites." to the poor guy in the drive thru, he def had a fist around his cock the moment he got home. considerate as he may be, deep deep down, the thought that he’d just railed the virginity out of an innocent lil thing in a public parking lot blows his fucking mind.)

#GRIMY POSSESSIVE DIRTBAG ZACK PLEASE #ff.hc #zack macewen #zack macewen imagine #zack macewen smut #grimy!zack #cw: smut #ff.asks #dissonannce

[hollandsmoose]

the way home

A/N: This was just supposed to be a tiny blurb, but once I got started, I just couldn't shut up again. So here you go, my loves, here's 1.6k of pure friends-to-lovers fluff!

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You should have brought a jacket. You realize that the second you step out of the pub, Tom a few meters ahead of you and therefore unable to see the way you shudder when the cool air hits your skin.

It's just a short walk home from the pub, you'd told yourself, I don't need a jacket. God, you'd been wrong. Curse your past self for not trusting your instincts. It may be mid-July, and it may have been pretty warm when you left your flat earlier, but you should've known better than to not bring a jacket on a night out. You really should have learned not to trust the English weather by now. Tom doesn't seem to be struggling with the weather as he turns around to face you, but that makes sense. He's got a nice, pretty thick denim jacket on, and here you are, bare arms exposed to the elements.

"You ready to go?" Tom asks, nodding in the general direction of your flat. When you give him a nod back, he grins and offers you his arm. "Lead the way, miss." You can't help but giggle, your cheeks warming as you close the distance between the two of you and accept his offer.

"What a gentleman," you tease him, trying to ignore how mushy holding his arm like this makes you feel. As you start walking, you gently nudge him with your shoulder, making him look at you curiously. "Thanks for walking me home, Tom."

He merely shrugs, a small smile on his lips. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just making sure you get home alright,"

You squeeze his bicep. "Well, it still means a lot,"

It's not that this is the first time he's walked you back to your place from the pub after a night out together, but, usually, it's been somewhat of a group effort. Tom and the other boys, his housemates who you're lucky enough to call your friends too, would normally walk you home together, but, tonight, Tuwaine, Harry and Harrison seemed like they were only just getting started by the time you were ready to leave. So Tom had very kindly suggested that he could walk you home himself, and the lads had whistled and cheered at that - like the idiots they are. You told them off and called them dickheads, but there was no denying that your mind had gone to a similar place for a second too. It was just wishful thinking, though.

Tom is your friend. Just your friend. And yes, perhaps he's a friend you've been hopelessly in love with for months now, yet he's still just a friend. And yes, he calls you 'darling' and flirts with you, and he calls you when he's abroad, just so he can hear your voice, but that's just how he's always been with you. That's just how he is, really. It doesn't have to mean anything.

You haven't got very far when the cold begins to really affect you, every small gust of wind feeling like a thousand tiny icicles stabbing your skin. Granted, basically being snuggled up to Tom helps, his body quite warm, but it's not enough. So you can't help it when a violent shiver runs through you, making you hiss. Tom immediately stops dead in his tracks, unlinking your arms, and you're just about to ask him what he's doing when he gives you the answer without saying a word. He slips off his jacket and holds it out in front of you, and when you realize what he's implying, you have to protest.

"Oh, no, no," you say, shaking your head adamantly. "You'll get cold!"

"Well, you're already cold!" he argues and chuckles at the way you scoff at that. "And besides, I'd rather be cold than be an arsehole."

You know there's no point in trying to deny him. You know Tom, and you know he won't budge. So, with a sigh, you turn around and let him drape his jacket over your shoulders. A warmth spreads in your body, and you know it's not just from the extra layer. The jacket even smells like him - that sweet mixture of his cologne and the shower gel he uses.

He smirks as you face him again, giving you a once-over. "You always look great in my clothes," That's all he says before offering you his arm again, and, absolutely fucking dumbfounded, you just take it. God, you complain to yourself, why must he say shit like that? Can't he see what it does to me?

Tom doesn't seem to notice, however, happily chatting away about something that happened on one of his walks with Tessa. You do notice how he seems to pull you even closer to him, though. It's just because he's cold. That's what you tell yourself. But then he pulls you so close that you're completely pressed against his side, and it just feels… different.

You look around, acutely aware that anyone could see you like this, but the streets seem fairly empty, save for a few late-night joggers and dog walkers. So you let yourself relax into Tom, enjoying how it feels to be with him like this. You can't keep yourself from imagining how it would feel to be like this forever.

It's not something you get to fantasize about for a long time, though. Because then you turn the corner onto your street, and you know your time with him tonight is running out. You hate that you'll have to let him go, your two bodies having basically melted together at this point. And when you reach your house, you almost whine as Tom disentangles the two of you. But, even then, he doesn't really let go of you, taking your hand in his. You feel the heat creeping into your cheeks when he steps a little closer to you, and you gulp as he squeezes your hand.

"I've missed you, darling," Tom tells you, exhaling shakily. "More than I think you know."

"I've missed you too, Tom," you reply, trying not to think too much about what he just said, but his words are already haunting you. "Probably more than you've missed me."

You don't know why you say that. The words just fall out of your mouth, your filter seemingly gone. His brows draw together in confusion as he takes in your answer, and then he shakes his head gently. When he releases your hand, you feel like you've really fucked up.

He tilts his head slightly. "What makes you say that?"

You shrug, willing away the tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know,"

"It's okay,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," Tom assures you, smiling softly. "But you're wrong," His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and when his eyes flicker down to your lips, it's like it really dawns on you what he's trying to say. "Because I've missed you so... so…" He leans in a little until his breath is intermingling with your own, and you're trembling in anticipation, your eyes half-lidded. "Much." As soon as Tom finishes talking, he closes the distance, and then his mouth is on yours.

You're not surprised, but you are a bit stunned - everything you've dreamed about seemingly coming true. And for just a second, you find yourself worrying that this is just a dream; that none of this is real. But it is. His scent filling your nose is real. The touch of his hand on your face is real. His kiss is real.

And then you throw yourself into it, your hands settling on his chest and your fingers grabbing the fabric of his shirt quite desperately. Tom sighs, contented, his one arm wrapping around you as he presses his lips to yours again, far less hesitant this time. There's no stopping the soft gasp that leaves you then.

It feels like your bodies can't possibly get any closer, yet you still find new ways to melt into one another. Your tongues begin to explore each other, and your hands start to do the same to each other's bodies. You can scarcely breathe, but you can't bear the thought of parting with his kiss. And if worse comes to worst, death by kissing seems like a pretty good way to go.

You arch into Tom when his hands travel down your back, and the movement knocks off his jacket that had been draped over your shoulders. You barely sense it, but there's an audible thud as it lands on the pavement behind you. That, you can't help but notice.

He chases your lips as you pull away, but he doesn't protest against the separation. You're both breathing as though you've just run a fucking marathon, and you can't even get out a few simple words to tell him what happened. You just loosely gesture to the jacket on the ground, a sight that makes Tom giggle.

He's the one who picks it up, and you're kind of expecting him to put it on again. He probably has to get back to the lads at the pub, you lament to yourself. But Tom doesn't move. He just stands there and looks at you, eyes dark as he takes you in. He's kissed you into a complete mess, and you're sure you must look like one too.

"I should get back to the pub," he says, but Tom still doesn't move. The grin on his face is more than enough proof to you that he doesn't want to go anywhere. "Unless… unless you want me to stay?" You know what he's really asking. And you do want that, of course, but you still pretend like you actually have to think about it for a few minutes, biting your lip as in thought. You give him a nod.

"I do. But on one condition," you bargain, smirking mischievously, and his eyes light up. "You have to kiss me like that again." And that's an offer he can't refuse.

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[windhamsrotunda]

Edge (Adam Copeland) x Female Reader! - Tongue Tied {PT 1}.

Pairing(s) - Edge (Adam) x Female Reader! (Y/N)

Category - FLUFF AND SMUT.

Summary - Edge and Y/N are in a long distance relationship, they have known each other for over 2 years. One day, Edge and Y/N finally meet; And so on.

Requested By - N/A

Warning(s) - Strong Language, Smut and FLUFF.

Word Count - 1k+

Tagging(s) - @theonelazywolf, @hplightoutlander, @mackenzie2597, @lghockey , @hungmanhorsecarriage, @heelstylerollins , @enigmaticandunstable, @ava-valerie, @snarkandsarcasmftw, @rosyredapples, @ringer04, @junglecassidy 💓

It all started with a "Hello?" over the video call from Adam: "Hey! It's Edge. How are you doing lovely?" He asked Y/N, his online best friend of two years. "I'm doing good actually since you've called! Thank you for asking!" A smile crept on the face of Edge, his smile was brighter than ever. "So, anything new with you, Edge?" She asked over the video call, smiling back at him. "Other than working out and taking care of life; I've recently won the Royal Rumble." Edge said proudly, proud of what he accomplished. 

"I've saw! I was so damn excited for you! What championship are you going after?" Inquired Y/N. Edge had to think long and hard - Then came up with: "I've never held the NXT Championship." "Well, I think per say if you do go after the NXT Champion, you'll do just fine!" She smiled. Edge and Y/N spent over 2 hours on the phone. "Can I ask you something that has been on my mind for a really long time?" Asks Y/N bravely, trying not to mess this conversation up. "Of course, give me something."

"I was wondering… Can we meet in real life sometime?" She covered her face, "No no… I think it's too soon---" Edge cut her off nicely, "No! Never too soon or too early to meet! Sure! What's the day and time so that I know what my schedule will look like?" She was in utter shock that her best friend of 2 years online had even said yes: "Umm. Whenever you're ready. I know you're a real busy person; So am I. But let me know when you're free okay?" "Okay, will do." "Thanks, I gotta go; It was nice talking to you over the phone again Edge!" She smiled once again, watching him wave bye before they hung up. And so, she hung up. "Shit. This is it." She thought. "This is going to be the end of me."

Well, a nice "end of her". Not a detrimental one. Laying in bed, she glanced over the clock: "Damn. 10pm? Can't be that late." She always thought whether 10 or 11 at night was late: Thoughts traced back to the first conversation on Instagram Edge and Y/N had begun. The time where he supported Y/N throughout the whole 2 years; Through it all: The good times, and the bad times. "I'm so tired, I might as well go to sleep." She groans, but Edge was on her mind. Rethinking about how they're going to meet, how they're going to hug. How they're actually going to start a real life conversation.

***AT THE AIRPORT***

As Edge was ready to fly off to Oxford, PA; Where Y/N had lived, He texted her: "I am on my way to Oxford, Pennsylvania. :)" Less than a minute later, Y/N responded back quickly. "Can't wait to meet you, Edge!" He read the text and smiled to himself. Pushing his phone into his back pocket, he put his mask on over his face - Due to this COVID-19 Pandemic, he had to sit by himself, socially distant. It was an 8 hour airplane fly; He found himself trying to bring up the courage to say he liked her more than a best friend. Inserting his headphones in his ears, he listened to Foo Fighters "Times Like These". Soon after that, he fell right asleep on the plane, knowing it was going to be a long airplane ride.

***8 HOURS LATER***

"Arrived." Edge's phone had said vocally as if it was Siri. "Here I am. Now, off to Y/N's house." He thinks, very confidently. He grabbed his luggage, and headed his way to a Taxi. Getting in, he sat down, until the guy who was driving the Taxi asked dumbfounded: "Are… Are you Edge!?" Edge responded with: "You think you know me?" Jokingly, then said: "Yes I am." "Where are we off to, Edge?" The Taxi driver inquires. "*insert random address here*" He told the driver, the driver nodded and drove to that exact location. While waiting on his arrival, he tapped his foot on the taxi flooring nervously; "This is it. This is going to be the end of me." Swallowing hard, a lump in his throat had made its way in. You could tell Edge was extremely nervous, his hands were sweating, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face - Doing this for Y/N meant more than anything in the world - He wanted to make her happy, and himself happy.

 "Remember, don't fuck this up." Thinking to himself, Edge arrived at Y/N's house. Taking deep breaths, he stepped out of the Taxi and watched the Taxi driver smile at him, then pull out of the driveway and sped off. He wanted to make this a surprise ---

Stepping up on Y/N's doorstep, he knocked on the door. Waiting for an answer for at least a good 30 seconds, she answered. Then, stopped dead in her tracks. "E-Edge?" Her mouth flung open, "I…. I didn't know you arrived or anything--" He cut her off with a huge sudden hug. She began to cry on his shoulder, sobbing. "I'm so glad I'm here." Edge whispered in her ear, stroking her back. "I'm glad too." Stepping inside, still attached to each other in an embrace, he kicked the door closed with his foot. "God I love you." He announced aloud, Y/N's face was a shocked facial expression. "I love you too…. Edge." She slowly said, with no questioning behind his secret love for her.

"You know, I wanted to tell you this. My gut in my stomach was making me want to tell you this for a  long time." He continued on: "I'm in love with you. I always dreamt of being with you, and… And holy shit, is this real." He laughed, turning his attention all on Y/N. "Y/N, I want to love you as much as I can. Physically, Spiritually. You know." Y/N was lost for words, he ran his fingers through his best friend's hair: "Y/N L/N, I fucking love you. Lots." She was in her own feelings, her cheeks heated; Blushing madly like a mad woman, Y/N stopped Edge's rambling and kissed him. Edge kissed her, no hesitant reaction. Holding her into place, they made out. Fireworks spurted through both of the stomachs of Y/N and him, "I love you I love you." He muttered in between those breaths he shared with his best friend.

Y/N smiled, "I love you more." Hands calloused against the face of Edge, she slid the cardigan off of his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He pulled away, "Wait. Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked in the eyes of Y/N dead serious, "Yes." Was what she said. Silence broke between the two, he undid his bun that was perfectly fit into his hair - "You wanna go first?" He asked, not wanting to force anything on her. "You haven't seen me naked before…" "Can I go first?" A gentle smile appeared on the face of Edge, slowly taking his shirt off. Revealing his 6 pack and biceps, he looked at his shirt in his hand, looked at Y/N who was staring at him. A dark smirk appeared on his face - "Are you lost, baby girl?" His eyes eager, Y/N kicked her heels off, and approached him. "I'm lost with you." She smirked back.

A tease. Thought Y/N in her head, kissing the neck of Edge, he softly moaned in her ear. "Mhm." He placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her close. "I want you, damn all of you." She growled, Edge accepted the invitation, grasped her thighs, pulled her up to his level and smashed his lips against hers once more. Feeling pretty sure and confident of herself, she slowly undid her blouse. As Edge watched on, she undid herself faster. Dropping it to the hardwood floor, Y/N felt her heart hit through the floor; When she saw his bulge in his pants get bigger. "Such a good girl." The Rated R Superstar spoke softly, in a teasing tone. His eyes glanced up at his best friend, then down at his belt buckle. Undoing it, Edge pulled his pants down to his ankles and kicked them off. A. Tease. Thinks Y/N more, liking what she saw.

Edge was now on top of her, face buried in the arch of her neck, moaning hot breaths and plunging deep down. They shared moans, Y/N grabbed a fistful of his hair and screamed when he hit that spot. "I love you, I love you so fucking much." Was Edge's words before collapsing down on her, knees weak and body in pleasure. Panting, she rolled herself over on the other side. "Edge… I want you to know this: I'll love you til' the day I die. Alright?" Panting, he kissed her on the forehead. "I'll take your promise - And I guarantee you will. I will do the same in honor." Stroking her hair, they fell asleep together after a long night of love making.

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[kimtaetae16ii]

STORY OF US - DONGHYUCK LEE

Synopsis : in which the elderly knew about your hidden relationship and make you guys broke apart and at the end he came back to fix it all while you were struggling with depression

Warnings : mental illness, mental abuse, violent, light-smut,using curse words alots, easy English grammar XP too cringy, too clingy, might cause frustration

Pairing : Donghyuck x reader (n ur name is Jeannie Pwark)

A/n : this is my first fanfiction of him ever! So yeah those senpai who sees mistakes in my writing do chat me about tht .

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You and Donghyuck had been in relationship for almost 2 years. You were homeschooled back then so did he too. Both of you got same teacher for English subject even for different places. So, to make it easy, the teacher made group chat on WhatsApp so that if anything inconvenient happened she will inform you guys through there. There's many students in there too but Donghyuck attracted your attention. You were the one who started the conversation with him.

He, in the first place actually  dislike you for being too friendly with him and others. He used to hate you too. He hate you for nothing. He thought that you were friendly bitch of no where. Also he was being insecure because he afraid you might be a gold digger to dig all of his family's assets all away. But then, you've proven to him that you are an angel with pure heart so you just being kind towards him until he finally fell on you. Your first-sight crush finally fell on you.

You both lived in rich residents as your father is working as successful businessman while your mother is a successful lawyer in the city of Seoul. Then, both of his parents work in their own business that the profit so fucking higher than Trumph.

done throwback session.

[ Saturday, 1:37 a.m.]

You couldn't close your eyes yet as you already drove in long 9 hours sleep in the late evening. Then you woke at 9 p.m. It just after you woke up, you receive 16 missed calls from him andthe spamming chat is uncountable. Then, you guys been in an arguments which caused he was being mad while you were being sulking.

The clock showed it was almost 2 a.m. and you still cannot close your eyes. The feelings are coming. You want him. You want him to sing you to sleep with his angelic voice. You want his warmth body heated your body so you won't get cold while sleeping in air-conditioner.

then, with feeling guilty you tapped on the number on the light screen after that you pressed the phone on your left ear. hoping he would not be mad at your anymore.

after 30 seconds, he finally picked your call.

"what's the matter now. You disturb my sleep"

his words really hurt your feelings like he unwilingly to answer your phone call but he did anyway.

Donghyuck is not a person who sleep early actually. He's been an owl just want to make sure you are the one who get beauty sleep before him.

"I cannot sleep. will you come over? please ~" you begged him because this is the way for both of you to be peace once again. You need him.

you've heard he sighed.

"i've told you for countless time to not sleep in the late evening or else this will happen. Y/n , you really need good health."

that's why i'm asking you to come over so that my depression will be cured.

"okay. i won't disturb. just continue to sleep. sorry." you end the calls made decision to throw the phone away onto the hard floor.

you hate yourself like the way he used to hate you. you knew who you are. you know how annoying you are how much burden you gave to people surround you especially your family. and because of that, you less attention from them. that's why you need haechan. he's right person to be but not right for you.

You curled up while sitting while buried your face in your lap. Tears finally streaming down on your cheeks.

i hate me. i want to die so bad.

you felt sorry for Haechan to waste his time just for you. you give him nothing in return.

you've been crying so bad that make your body shaking while you mumbling all curse words about how bad you want to die.

Suddenly, you felt hands brushed your hairs from back. When you lifted your face, you saw your precious boyfriend right in front of you. your heart ache but in the same it healed when he pulled you into his arms.

"Haechan-ah~" you called him.

"yes, sweetheart" he replied while pat your back softly like you're a new born baby.

"you still mad at me ?" you broke the hug and faced him looked into his shining eyes.

"Sweetheart, we're good now. do not be overthinking , okay. You'll be fine." he pulled you into hug again then he sang you to sleep.

You fell asleep in his neck then, he changed the position. He laid you down carefully place your head on the soft pillow then he laid next to you.

" sleep tight, Lee's "

[Saturday, 6:40 a.m.]

At the time you woke up, you were left with his fresh cologne on your bed sheets. Your morning felt so good.

you pressed the circled button of your iPhone , then you noticed he leaved you mesage in your personal chatroom saying

'sweetheart, i'm going home. Have a great journey to your grandmother house. XOXO '- 5.35 a.m.

You got big smiled there. You changed the position to sit then after few minutes, you went into the bathroom to wash yourself.

Then, after you already settle up yourself, you went the downstairs and enter the kitchen to get breakfast.

then your 7 years old greeted you.

"hey y/n, i saw man walking out from your room when i want to go to toilet this morning."

you hurriedly cover your little sister's mouth before anybody in this house heard her wrods.

"shhh . don't tell mama"

"mama was with me."

loud of laugh then.

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The way to your grandmother's house was very tiring even you were not the one who drive the car but like you've been stopped at rest area so often plus the weather was very hot for you.

Once you arrived at your grandmother's house, you guys were greeted by the the maids. Then they lead you to the living room. There, finally you met your grandma.

"Heeeyyy ,Oh My granddaughters! Miss both of you so bad !"

Grandma opened her arms as she welcomed us to hug her so we running along until we got into her hug. She kissed our top of head also our cheeks.

"How you've been, Nana?" I asked her while sitting next to her on the couch that made by  animal's skin.

"I'm great!  I just missed you guys so so much!

Kyaa~ Haneul yah!  Why don't you often bring them here? You also didn't always visit me. You know I've been so lonely after the death of your father! "

Mama fixed her hairbun prepared herself to answer Nana's question.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I'm just busy with all my clients-"

"Fuck your clients!  Your mother is more important!"

"Ma, don't be like that. I promise you to visit you as often as needed after all of the cases settled up at the court."

"I don't care. I made decision."

"What decision, Nana? " I, hugged her right arms, looked into her eyes.

She looked at me for second then she turned to face mama back.

"I want both of my grandchild to stay with me"

My heart dropped down-

but my little sister cheered up as she like to be with nana just because nana fulfill her needs.

"Kyaa~" I pushed little bit her head bit getting scolded by my father.

"Park Jeannie!"

"Ma, but Jeannie would enter her university so soon. Also Jane gonna have her first homeschool session." My father suddenly exist in that situation.

"I insist. She can took over the chocolate company after she get her training months."

I saw fire in Nana's eyes. So did my parents too.

Yeah. Even they don't mind about me a lot but they seems won't lose me. like I stil need home cause it's not faraway from haechan.

"Nana-"

"Okay! Let's have our special meals!" She cut me deliberately.

"Yeaayyy.  Nana did you make my favourite Sandwich?"

"Of course, honeybun! Now let's go all of you."

-

At night.

"Fuck. I hate this." You groaned alone on the bed thinking how you would be without seeing your boyfriend for not a single day also after you moved into your grandmother's house soon.

You looked up at the white flower decorated ceiling and that things still wandered in your mind.

You didn't get any phone call from him yet for today. He has been busy with his schedule of being an idol.

He always available at middle of the night.

You turned on the screen then got into your personal chatroom with him.

Babe, I have something to say. Really important.

Sent, 12:32 a.m.

You only got one tick from him. So you just decided to go to sleep even you didnt use to sleep at early bed.

[1:40 a.m.]

You can felt something was vibrating in your hand as you held your phone while you drove to sleep. That's make you woke up in the middle of the night.

Without seeing whose the caller, you answered just like that.

"Heelo sweetheart. Already asleep."

"I can't sleep unless I heard your voices, you know."

"Awwwwww~ so sweet talker."

"Shut up. How was your day during the show?"

"So tired but not full enjoyed."

The atmosphere suddenly turned into serious.

"Whyy babe, are you sick while performing?" You were afraid as he worked too hard just to present great performance to gis beloved fans.

"No. I'm not sick. I'm fine thank you."

"Then what?"

"I'm not enjoy it much as you're not here watching my performance with the members."

You dumbfounded.

"Are you serious, bang-chan?"

Bang-chan means side dishes in Korean.

"Hahahahahaha" you heard him laughed so loudly. You just brought that up again because you watched one of the vlive that Jeno called him Bang-chan when he introduced himself.

Then, you also laughed but not that as hard-core as him.

"Are you done, baby?" You asked him after you heard silent voices.

"N-no" his giggles still there.

"Hahahh, i want to see you so bad right now. But i cant As the network is not giving cooperation with me. So, yeah~ "

"So, you feel like you want to go home?" He asked.

"Yes of course. Home is everything." You looked out the glass window. Spontaneous thought came in.

"Am I your everything too?" He snapped you out by his question.

It took several seconds to reply that.

"Lee donghyuck, you are my last destiny after the world end its life."

"Wahh~" at the end of his word, his soothing voice made you melt.

"Go to sleep now , babe. You tired i know that."

"Love you 3000" you added.

"Love you for infinity numbers."

And that amde you laughed.

"Bye. Have a nice sleep, haechan."

"Okay ."

You end up the call. After that you directly close your eyes and drove to sleep.

A/n : I can't add some more parts as it hit the max length. Tf. If it hit 10 likes, I'll post more ♡♡♡

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[shainlov]

What do you mean by "they stripped in middle of street!?" - SakuIno

//:D

Tsunade stared dumbfounded at the ANBU group then at the report then back at them.

Then she exclaimed with disbelief a teacher can have while thinking of her sweet "angels":

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Most of them flinched and backed off. The capitan decided to answer:

"Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno have been spotted half-naked in middle of street with a group of civilians watching terrified."

"Find them and bring them so they answer to me." She said straight up pissed off.

"but-!"

"NOW!"

They left even sooner than usual. Shizune who was mildly amused, not-surprised walked up to her teacher.

"Tea or alcohol?"

"As much as you can - now, please." She dropped her head. She could care less about the fucking shenanigans the homosexual Shinobi do, but the civilian letters complaining about it are insufferable. There are too many of them and they always mess together with the actually important documents.

She doesn't know what to do. At times of her grandfather nobody talked about it, kept emotions in a bottle until they got home to their significant other where they could get all the fluff.

Civils and Shinobi were always separate. And thus they viewed things different. Tsunade remembera her first law updates - lot of shinobi asked for giving a basic right to people marry who they want. She legalized same-sex marriages and - holy shit, that was a ride.

She'd laugh, but she had to go through load of bullshit. It ended up with: "can't take away the few rights the Shinobi have", because honestly? Meh.

"I told them to make it like me and Mei..."

Shizune didn't comment. She wouldn't call the affair between Terumi-sama and master Tsunade the most subtle.

~

"You realize how much trouble you'll get?"

"It's your fault Ino-pig!"

"It's you who wanted to show off!"

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty. You're just a pain in my ass."

"Suddenly walking around with bare stomach is illegal and people are offended-" Ino started but was silenced with Tsunade standing up.

"Didn't I tell you why you have to tone down your gayness? No? Well, I keep getting letters with propositions what to do to homosexual Shinobi, some I could really do just for the sake of fucking peace. So, stop making dance-offs and after it aggressive make-outs." Senju Princess glared at now silent and scared teenagers. "For God's sake-! Stop making this face!"

The two girls are left to go free and Tsunade wants to smile actually.

"The generation that will come after them, will be final death of me, I have to choose a new Hokage soon. I'm getting too old for this shit."

#tsunamei #sakuino #shizune #she is tired of your shit #tsunade senju #sakura haruno #ino yamanaka #sakura wanted to show she's strong #ino wanted to not be worse #ino was like #imma gonna beat you #tho i don't know in what #tsunade suffers #kakashi is somewhere there gay and proud of his cute lesbian student/pup #rodzina