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drurrito · 7 days

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Night Drive (18+)

Summary: You get a new car

AN: 18+ only y'all--we're gonna pretend that there are plenty of other self-driving cars that aren't t*sla...I hope this makes up for me not putting out another part of AYTO yet! All mistakes are mine.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: cursing; reader has a dick; dom//powerbottom!Natasha; sub//top!reader

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You sink lower into your seat as you rev the engine of your new car with the widest grin Natasha can't see. Natasha looks hardly impressed from your view beyond the barely-legal tint of the windows.

You decide to roll down your window and plead your case.

"Hey baby."

Natasha rolls her eyes. You already screw yourself coming right out the gate with pleasantries, Natasha knows you're desperate to get on her good side when you do that.

"So...what do you think?" You vaguely gesture to the rest of the car and Natasha scoffs.

"I think you were a finance bro in your past life," she crosses her arms, and you relent, "probably," you sing as you round the car to lean against the hood. The gun metal gray still holds a shine in the moonlight. This wasn't an impulse purchase, you had been talking about buying a new car for a while now. You would go on little rants about the specs of certain cars whenever you saw them on the road or on TV. It's not like you were waiting when you had the money, being an avenger was a pretty-paying gig. You were just waiting for the right one, at the right time--a method you mastered by the time Natasha came around.

"Wanna go for a joyride?" You offer, already leaning off the hood and spinning the key in your hand.

Natasha wants to keep giving you a hard time, but you look so damn good in front of your sleek, expensive, new backdrop. Your muscles bulge under your fitted black shirt, and you have the cockiest smile on your face, like you knew you were winning this race.

"And if we get pulled over?"

"With SHIELD plates? I'm not worried about it," it almost comes out like it's scripted. You're not above rehearsing a speech for Natasha if it means getting your way. You're pulling out all the stops, but Natasha wants to remind you who's really behind the wheel. Her eyes rake over you slowly, intensely--the same way fresh lava travels over earth. You're standing at attention and you don't even know it.

"You gonna open the door for me or just stand there like you forgot your manners?" Natasha watches in amusement as you fumble for the door handle. She slides onto the cool leather while you make your way into the driver's seat yet again. You wait patiently for her to get comfortable and buckle in.

It's only when you rev the engine with a wink that Natasha muses this might have been a bad idea on her part. You punch the gas pedal and she's quickly acquainted with the back of the cherry red bucket seat.

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Natasha decides that she doesn't like going fast unless the fate of the world depends on it. She also decides this is the one exception when she sees the freeway system of veins in your forearms as you grip the steering wheel. Natasha feels like she's flying when she watches your triceps flex while you turn the wheel or do something as mundane as turning on her seat heater.

Natasha slides her seatbelt off in a way that doesn't set off the sensor--she didn't want this moment to be ruined by a lecture on why it's important to buckle-up. You're too distracted by the beat of your night drive playlist to notice her crawling closer to you.

You feel her lips on the shell of your ear, "eyes on the road, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," you try to say cooly, you don't dare chance a look over at her. She hums with satisfaction and rewards you with a kiss on the skin behind your ear and a nibble on your lobe that tightens the coil in your belly.

Natasha sucks and licks at your neck while her deft fingers work to undo your belt and zipper. Her hand explores the border of your waistband before dipping under and finding what it was looking for. You let out a whisper of a gasp when Natasha admires your full length and girth. Your grip on the wheel tightens, Natasha chuckles when she hears the leather under your fingers groan.

Natasha begins to stroke you slowly, agonizingly so, but that doesn't keep your hips from bucking up into her hand.

"Tash," that only elicits a rumble against your neck. Natasha's other hand curls around your neck and gives a light squeeze that makes your vision blur for a second. Her stroking picks up speed, you have to work impossibly hard to keep your foot off the brakes.

"Natasha, please."

"I like the way you say please, baby," she mumbles with your skin between her teeth.

"What did I tell you?"

"Eyes on the road, ma'am," you say with a quickness that makes the corner of her lips curl up in satisfaction.

"So smart," she praises before you helplessly watch her head lower until you feel her lips greet your cock with a sloppy kiss. You throw your head back against your seat with a pathetic moan.

"So desperate," Natasha teases, and your mind feels like it's going a million miles an hour--multitasking is usually your strong suit, but it seems damn near impossible now.

Natasha's tongue travels the length of you, your hips feebly buck into her mouth when she finally grants you entrance. You slow your speed to safely take a hand off the wheel and hold her hair back. She thanks you with a gentle squeeze on your thigh and the prettiest sounds you could have only ever imagined.

Your playlist is already repeating itself by the time Natasha comes up for air. She can barely hear it over your panting anyway. You're rock hard and right where she wants you.

"The car can drive itself, you know," you breathe out. Natasha's brow quirks with curiosity.

"Show me," it's a gentle command, but your fingers rush to press the right sequence of buttons. You ease the seat back with haste, and Natasha just lets you sit there for a few beats to take you in and also leave you in suspense.

Your fingers dumbly flex against your legs while you wait for further instruction from Natasha. She doesn't even try to hide her smirk when your eyes begin to dart between the road and her.

"You're not gonna let us crash right, dove?" Natasha's finger traces a feather-light trail down your arm. It's a genuine question, even though she knows you probably did some sizable research on the safety features of the car before you even entertained buying it.

"No ma'am, you're precious cargo," you give an easy smile and that's Natasha's cue to move and straddle your lap. You help her with your hands on her hips, your hands quickly retreating to your sides when she's situated over you.

Natasha swears your eyes are sparkling as you watch her slide her panties to the side with one hand and take your length in the other.

"Eyes on me, baby, just for a second," she coos and you obey. Natasha can't help but admire the striations of your muscles working overtime to restrain yourself. You've always been intoxicatingly obedient, even when it's downright painful. Your eyes are locked on Natasha's, you have to bite your lip to stifle a moan when she finally eases down onto your cock. She's already working her hips in a way that has your entire body buzzing. You can count on one hand how many cars have passed you by this whole time, just like you expected.

Your fingers dig into the leather of your seat, your eyes periodically glancing at the road to make sure it hasn't veered off course for whatever reason. Natasha steals a few sloppy kisses when she leans into you to get a better angle and bounce on your cock at a speed that should be illegal.

"Tash, I'm gonna-," you choke out between labored breaths.

"What was that baby?" she leans back and oh god, you wish you had the kind of self-control your car has right now. You feel like you're going to pass out watching Natasha ride your cock, you're too blissed out to realize that she's spelling out 'm-i-n-e-' with her hips.

"I'm gonna come so fast."

"I know baby."

That seals your fate. Your arm reaches back to brace yourself against the seat. With a long and drawn-out "fuck," Natasha feels you push deeper into her, filling her up with every last drop of you. You both fall into a sweaty, moaning heap against the seat. Your body trembling with aftershocks as Natasha scratches at the skin on the back of your neck. You only get to drink this feeling in for a few seconds until you see red and blue flashing lights in your rearview mirror.

"Shit," you sit up and Natasha freezes when she sees what you see. You feverishly check your speedometer, you're not speeding. You start rifling through your brain to see if you forgot to do something, insurance? Plates? Registration?

Your questions are answered when you watch the cop car speed off into the night. Natasha lets out a heavy sigh of relief that makes your dick twitch, reminding you both that you're still inside of her.

"Told you," you try not to sound so exasperated. Natasha just rolls her eyes before kissing your temple. Night drives might just become a regular thing now.

#not a word #not one peep #works #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff smut #what do i say?#use protection #dont actually have sex while operating a moving vehicle?#if you know what this is inspired by no u don't

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peachywritesstuff · 1 year

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Charlie Walker relationship Headcannons

An: I'm obsessed with Rory. That is where my loyalties lie.

This has she/her pronouns in it btw(only once tho)

He is your Gomez Addams

"Look at her. I would die for her,I would kill for her."

That is him talking about you.

Dude will literally murder someone for you.

He is the type of person to just have the biggest crush on someone and not say anything for a VERY long time.

Won't catch him confessing his feelings for you. You would be the one to have to make the move.

I don't think this would he his first relationship but his first serious one.

Dude will only have eyes for you.

Would by shy at the beginning of your relationship and be cutely awkward with you.

Movie dates 100%

Loves just staring you

Likes to rant on about horror movies and will blush when he catches himself ranting.

Not to much pda for him. Holding hands, pecks,and kissing cheeks is all I see him doing in public.

In private however...

Man's is very affectionate.

Would be the first to say I love you.

Will have a nice lil makeout but he would be redder than a cherry afterwards.

I think we all know that he is inexperienced

But here me out... he would be natural at EVERYTHING.

Will go into cardiac arrest if he sees you naked.

Brain overload. He will not know what to do.

A part of him wants to look away like a gentleman but another part of him wants to just stare.

Likes when you play with his hair.

You would definitely NOT be killed and will make it known to Jill that if she puts one single scratch on you that he will kill her.

And Jill knows damn well to not hurt you unless she wants to face Charlie's wrath.

I mean Jill saw what he did to Olivia,that could easily be her if she didn't keep her word of keeping her hands off you.

I don't even think he would want Jill to give you any calls.

Like he wanted you completely out of it.

(Lets pretend Jill didn't kill him okay?)

He is definitely two faced and takes on a whole persona when he is under the Ghostface mask.

If he does so happen to come across you during his killings then he would let you get away without making it look like he is doing that if that makes sense.

He a lil crazy,but I think we all knew that by now. He is our little psychotic bby.

soft yandere vibes

He is a lil bit toxic (just a wee bit)

When it is revealed he is the killer you just broke down crying cuz you were angry and sad that the boy you loved so dearly was a murderer.

If you caught him in the middle of an act you would not want him to touch you. At all.

He could start crying when you backed away from him

He can't just kill you when you figure out his identity he fucking loves you

He'd let you go and not go after you.

(Sorry Jill lover's but let's pretend he got away with it and Jill got caught and died for fanfiction purposes)

Since he got away with it he woke up in the hospital with a stab wound close to his heart. Jill was revealed as the murderer.

You were still in shock and did not say anything. Partially out of fear.

You didn't talk to him for weeks. Hell probably even months after.

You knew you should turn him in but you didn't.

When you do talk to him again it's the same awkward Charlie you know who was still in love with you(are we surprised??)

It took a looooong time to trust him again.

You felt like you had been lied too.

After getting away with the murders Charlie was never going to kill again.

Keyword: Was.

When you began to get calls from the new Ghostface/s he just had to get out of retirement and handle the shit.

If there is 2,he could play it smart and might kill both of them. Or kill one and Injure the other.

You didn't have to know this. No one did.

Charlie learned that some things were better left unsaid.

And he be damned if he lost you again

I guess old habits die hard huh?

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #rory culkin #scream 4 #ghostface

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tainbocuailnge · 3 months

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Another thing that's... kinda odd about the English translation is in the DRK quests, Myste says "A reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely", which is a big line in basically a secret route of the browser game Fallen London. and yeah, it is a cool line and neat to hear it in FF14... it also doesn't really work for Myste? In it's original context, it's about the remains of a dead demi-god-like being, which was cast into a well, seeking a reckoning and leading the player down a route which will irreversibly destroy their character in pursuit of dark secrets.

Which is not what the Myste sections of DRK were about at all, lol.

oh I could rant for hours about dark knight translations. that questline is actually why I first went to scope out the german script, because I heard drk wildly differs between english and japanese and that german generally stays closer to japanese than english does. I translated some of the fray parts here actually, though you'll note I'm a lot more forgiving of the english script in that one because i hadn't reached sidurgu's parts yet löl

german fray and myste are just completely different characters from english. german myste is upbeat and energetic. he loves people who help others and feels a strong urge to help them in turn. he spawned from the dark knight crystal in response to the loneliness of countless dark knights stored within it so he could console them and be their friend, he's basically the will of the soul crystal itself. he tries to alleviate that loneliness by facilitating reunions with lost loved ones but grows frustrated that this only leads to more partings, so he tries to expand his powers to maintain his illusions forever, because more than anything he just doesn't want to leave his dear friends the dark knights alone. he represents the childish wish at the core of every dark knight for a world where nobody has to lose anyone again.

in the part of the quests where you take myste to the sea of clouds there's this bit where in english he talks about his guilt complex and lets slip that this is also your guilt. in german he tells you that he was always with these people who fight hard for others, watching from the sides, until one day he heard a cry of loneliness and since then he's been trying his best to help people too. that's the moment that for me really hammered it in that these languages fundamentally disagree on what it even means to be a dark knight.

in english myste is desperate to atone for everything he's ever done and fray is your self preservation instinct who is kinda mad that you let it get this far, but they have to forgive him because you're all you have as you walk this lonely and bloody path that you have to believe is right. in german myste is your ideal, the desire to comfort those who have no-one else, crying that maybe it's better to forget altogether if partings can't be avoided and fray is your human heart who agrees that parting will always hurt but that is exactly where you find the strength to continue the fight, because it is worthwhile even if it never ends, and the path may be lonely but you will never walk it alone when there are people who came before you and who will come after you who all share this same dream of a kinder world. of course you won't have to leave us, you're our ideal, you're what we do it all for, as long as we remain dark knights you'll be with us. this all flows very naturally into drk-as-shadowbringers-class and ardbert's deal too but since I haven't reached shb in german yet I don't want to say anything extensive about it yet

i still think english drk was cooking with even your repressed feelings being repressed + the part of yourself that wants to protect itself obviously trying to protect itself and thus not wanting to show vulnerability so en fray postures as the stronger one who will protect you instead, and that fray writing in the journal (and only being able to be honest in a place where you're unlikely to look unless you don't know where to go) is incredibly clever. but in the context of how english treats sidurgu and just the way they handle the entire rest of the game really i also don't think that they were intentionally going for this kind of subtlety, it feels to me more like they just thought sincerity is cringe like usual and decided to make everyone cool and edgy (and thus needlessly mean to each other) instead.

and yeah english fucking loves to just yoink lines from other media whether it's appropriate or not. they turned zenos' final words to wol into a hamilton reference in english, "my first friend, my enemy" is a hamilton line, he doesn't ever call you his enemy in any other language (in german he calls you his hunter though which yes is incredibly horny of him). I'll admit I'm not in a good position to judge whatever epic references the german script makes because I'm unfamiliar with german language popular media so I won't spot them unless someone else points them out but I do know that when german fray quotes fight club it just enhances their characterisation as trying to sound cool and intimidating but failing because they're really kind of lame and awkward and can't hide how stoked they are to hang out with you.

#cyborg squid #king of asks #efksiv #ffxiv

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faeiri-tft · 6 months

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PLEASE do the toontown online rant i want it so badly

this post kinda got away from me, and by "got away from me" i mean this 3000 word toontown rant is Part One. there will be a Part Two to this later in which i actually talk about the fanservers i wanted to talk about. anyway let's go

toontown online (tto) was a children's mostly-turn-based subscription MMO released in 2003. after a few years of obviously being on life support, disney gave a one-month notice that tto (and several other games) would be closing on september 19th, 2013. on the same day the game closed, the fan-run server toontown rewritten (ttr) was announced (with multiple other fanservers/fangames/reimaginings being established since), and is a few months away from outliving the original game

see, one thing about tto that allowed fanservers to crop up so quickly and easily was that it had, um, interesting choices. very interesting choices. like, "kids could use a code injector to turn their backyards into giant mashed-together nightmarescapes"-level choices

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(loose video description: a rabbit toon running around a chaotic mismash of rooms, obstacles, and npcs that Should Not Be There. audio caption: Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life".)

but ok let's talk about the actual game first.

toontown online (tto)

the game starts with you creating your player character - you can pick from eventually-9 species, a couple body types, and 2 dozen preset colors. the gender code is a spaghetti nightmare but you won't learn this until the fanservers come about so don't worry about it. you're then taken to the Toontorial, which explains maybe 20% of the game's mechanics before setting you loose into the main game

the toontorial also gives you the basic "plot", such as it is: Toontown is suddenly* under attack by a bunch of boring businessrobots called the Cogs. their goal is to turn toontown into a dreary gray featureless corporate hell; their business activities are so boring that they're physically painful to be around. luckily, they can't take a joke, so the toons have figured out how to defeat them: by playing pranks on them until they laugh so hard they Explode

*originally, the game installer had a little animation giving a backstory for the Cogs' creation. this was never referenced in game, removed pretty quickly, and i think even the devs kinda forgot it existed

that's...pretty much the whole story! in that context, your toon progresses through all of toontown, helping some mostly-pretty-interchangeable shopkeepers, reclaiming buildings from the cogs, eating ice cream, etc. occasionally, the cogs would Come Up With New Tricks (read: major content update) and the toons would Find A Way To Fight Back (read: same major content update). that was the closest thing to Plot, unless you count "the devs scheduled a bunch of invasions of high-tier cogs right before the game's closure". but...i doubt most the kids really expected a Plot. mickey mouse was there

the gameplay:

the Free Account

there were two...pretty different approaches to playing toontown online. when the game launched, there was a 3-day free trial to the entire game, after which you got kicked entirely until you subscribed. at some point, this was changed so that the first area, Toontown Central (TTC), was Always Free - you could do all of that area's quests/"taskline" and limited activities, indefinitely, and in theory this would make you beg your parents for the rest of the game

i have no idea if this actually got more subscriptions or not. from what i can tell it just spawned more warrior cats

(source)

there were. a Lot of warrior cats. there were some other social activities, too, such as Fashion Shows (with your limited range of clothes) and Begging Subscribed Players To Summon Cog Buildings To TTC and Getting Chat Banned. ...however, as one of the subscription kids i didn't really interact with this side of the game, so i'm not the best person to talk about it

2. the Paid Account

mmm look at those crisp clear graphics. hell yes

a subscription account gave you access to this whole map, along with all these areas' tasklines. to progress through the game, you must complete a variety of "ToonTasks" for the Toon Resistance (it's called that. their catchphrase is "Toons of the World, Unite!". you were giving disney money for this). these reward you by increasing your max health (your "Laff Points"), slowly unlocking more combat options, and sending you to different, higher-difficulty areas of toontown

some of these tasks were...longer than others. generally, though, they all boiled down to: "just go fight some cogs"

combat:

(source)

toontown battles are turn-based: the players use their attacks ("gags") first, and then any surviving cogs attack you with, usually, office equipment and puns thereof (unless the cog is e.g. a Loan Shark, in which case they can just fucking bite you). if you defeat a cog, it explodes; if the cog defeats you, you "go sad" and are sent back to the safety of the playground, lose your gag inventory, and can't leave until you heal.

early on, most your battles are 1v1, but later on almost everything is a multiplayer 4-ish-v-4.

an...interesting feature here in the game's early days was that you could only Type Your Own Words to someone who shared their "friend code" with you IRL. otherwise, you had to use this thing:

(source)

you had a set list of phrases you could string together, which generally covered most the things you wanted to say. but it could get frustrating when you wanted to have a real conversation with your toontown friends! so...as the source above mentions, people obviously found ways around the system. turns out that if you let players move objects around their houses, they will use that to Draw Letters and pass their friend code along regardless

eventually - before the warrior cats, of course - disney presumably realized this system was pretty goofy (🥁) , so the game got a real chat, albeit one that functioned on a very strict whitelist. my favorite is that it didn't let you type numbers, however you could just say won too tree for hive etc. like. disney i really don't know what to tell you. anyway

(isn't he charming)

cogs come in levels 1-12, with levels displayed above their heads, and as you'd expect their damage output and HP increase with their level. however, the game doesn't...actually show you cog HP? instead they have a little colored light on their chest that fades from green to red until they explode. you see numbers on all the damage you do, and you see your own HP/laff, but never the cogs'. also lategame cogs are Too Tall For You To See Their Level once they line up for battle (which isn't actually that bad but it's funny). there's a formula for HP per level, but it's never mentioned in-game. i guess someone can teach it to you but then you have to watch them type "a level tin cog has won tree too health" and is that really worth it

(as you can tell i just…don't get this. "my kid is practicing arithmetic with toontown!" - marketing angle expressly denied by god. the stealth edutainment was right there)

anyway! in theory, you have seven base combat options ("gag tracks"), which combine in a variety of ways:

toon-up, which restores your teammates' health;

trap, which does guaranteed high damage but only if someone uses lure;

lure, which stuns the cogs for a few turns and is the only way to make trap work

sound, which does low damage to every cog;

throw, which does medium-high-ish damage to one cog; multiple throws combined give percentage combo damage, and hitting a lured cog will also add percentage "knockback damage";

squirt, which is exactly like throw but less damage;

and drop, which does high damage but cannot hit lured cogs, and has low accuracy unless you hit the cog with something else first

each gag track has 6 levels, which you unlock by using that gag track a bunch. you can't carry as many of the high levels with you - i mean, putting one piano in your backpack makes perfect sense, but two is just silly, right

a few years into the game's lifespan, level 7s were added - these were huge AOE that you could regain with every 500 track EXP. there was also something called "organic gags" to promote the please-log-in-every-day gardening system

every player starts with throw and squirt, and throughout the game you slowly unlock four more gag tracks. your choices are permanent: once you have your six tracks, you're locked out of the seventh forever.

in theory, all of this opens up a huge variety of combat options!

in practice, the battle strategy looks something like this:

use sound

as mentioned, almost all of lategame will be 4v4 battles, which means sound will almost always outdamage everything on earth. you don't even need four foghorns (the highest normal sound gag) to break 200 AOE damage, and the highest health a cog EVER has is 200*. and two of the boss battles can reward you with gag restocks and heals that you can use mid-battle with no consequences (other than having to grind for those rewards a bunch). and failing THAT, you can just...ration your foghorns and take 2 turns to clear a set of cogs, interspersed with healing.

(*okay there was something called "v2.0 cogs" but they were...strange, and we just used sound anyway)

sure, once level 7s were added you could use those occasionally. and you could fall back on lure+throw if you didn't want to use your sound restocks. but even then, for most of tto's existence there was something called the "knockback bug" which. well. just look at it

(link for transcript. it's tvtropes sorry)

if you are a target-audience eight-year-old this translates to "lure + throw will only do enough damage if the cogs Feel like it." like it's really just insult to injury at this point. this was the result of One misplaced variable and was not fixed until the game closed

in the tto era, if you didn't have sound, you were kinda doomed to be kicked out of every fight forever

(bonus fun fact: there were Four entire battle themes and they were 40-second midi loops. let me out)

the bosses:

each of the four cog departments has a Boss Cog. to face off against them, you have to assemble a cog disguise and collect enough merits/stock options/whatever to be allowed into the boss's office.

(pictured: your convincing disguise)

when you enter, your disguise pops off due to Reasons, and you have to fight through...a bunch of waves of normal cogs. it's basically a really long normal battle. once the minions are dealt with, you have to, inexplicably, do a live-action battle against the boss themself:

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(loose video description: four toons defeating the CFO by using magnet cranes to hit him in the face with safes for 32 seconds.)

the live-action rounds aren't supposed to go this quickly, but it's still...kinda strange? certain reoccurring game areas require Parkour, but there are no battles like this outside of the Four bosses. the CFO's room is the only place you see these cranes and they have A Lot Going On. the other 3 bosses have their own unique weird mechanics. before the first boss was added we neither had nor needed the ability to Jump. it's just weird

once you've defeated the boss, you're given a reward of varying usefulness (the best/most unbalanced reward type is Unites, which are a free heal or gag restock you can do inside or outside of battle. essentially lategame toons can simply choose not to die. riv2u etc.)

and, um. then you get some more merits/stock options/whatever and do it again. and again. and again. and again. and agai

the grind:

so the thing is that tto was a subscription mmo. every addition to the game had to be measured, above all, in terms of "how can we best get kids to beg their parents to give us money." this especially shows in the suit grind:

(source/source)

you have to defeat each boss 78 times in order to get all their laff points - and as you proceed, you have to defeat an increasing amount of cogs to even be allowed into the boss (although once you max you get in for free).

by far the easiest way is to run through the designated HQ facilities - basically, cog fights interspersed with some platforming or minigames. you only collect your merits/whatever at the Very End of the facility. the only way to increase what a facility gives you is if your last battle ends during an "invasion" - a timed period where One Specific Cog replaces all street cogs, usually summoned with boss rewards.

the sellbot HQ grind isn't so bad. bossbot HQ - the endest-game HQ - frequently requires you to do an hour-long facility and on six separate occasions you have to do seven of them. if the invasion ends before your final battle, you have to sit around until someone summons another. if you lose your internet connection because it's 2008, or if your parents make you come to dinner, or if hacking or the game's general bugginess cause a server reset because you're probably in the busiest district for the invasion bonus, you have spent that Entire Hour On Nothing. the CEO (bossbot cog boss) probably also takes an hour because you and your fellow players are 10

this shit, combined with laff points locked behind gardening (time-gated), racing and golfing (multiplayer minigames with absurd requirements), and fishing (RNG-based with some fish being absurdly rare. i watched my mom fish for one every day for a month), meant that maxing a toon took Years, if you managed it ever.

it wasn't, um. it wasn't good

ok so what else is wrong with this game:

i had "aged out of the game" (lol) by the early '10s, so i'm not the best person to do a writeup of the hacking/scripting situation of those days. that said, what i'm going to do is give you a few examples, and i want you to just...look at them

(source)

(source). early '10s youtube was funny i'm trying to decide if i miss it

(source). fun thing to note here is that other players had collision, so a swarm of t-posing toons could just barricade the gag shop if they wanted to

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(video description: toon who has Replaced His Head Model With An Anime Logo throwing thousands of jellybeans at everyone) (cw mild flashing just in case? and also the feather headband accessory)

i should note that the Bring Me To Life vid i started with was client-side, meaning only the player could see their technicolor hellscape. this guy's face was server-side. i do Not Think you should be able to do that

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(video description: a player demonstrating use of a bot to get into the nutty river district, followed by other players using it to go to different game areas)

the above video was posted on august 17th, 2013. if you don't want to watch an Unregistered Hypercam 3 recording at about 5 frames per second, what's going on here is:

the player goes to a specific location and says a specific speedchat phrase.

a bot toon teleports to their location and provides some prompts on how to use it

the player tells the bot, via speedchat, to teleport to the (currently closed from the outside) busiest district so the player can follow

these "taxi toons" were server-sided, persisted across server resets, were made by a future fanserver dev, had younger kids referring to them as a "glitch" as if this were something that could Accidentally Happen, and stayed functional until the game closed

like...a lot of the "hacking" was just baby's first script download. this one - afaict also created by the laughing man head guy - is like...the fact that after years of no substantial game updates, someone effectively programmed their own "QOL feature" (note: not actually good for the poor mid-00s server being turned into a clown car) into a silly disney MMO and it just fucking sat there for a year is just. it's just.

i don't know what this is. this is not Playing The Game Toontown Online. this is nothing. this is everything. there are comments from 2013 on some of these videos saying stuff like "hackers killed toontown", but your game cannot have this happen if it is not already dying

and, like...it was. i'm not sure how many moderators there were by this point, but at the very end of tto, the number of active devs was One. the original devteam recently brought this up at the 20th anniversary celebration: devs just...slowly started getting pulled from the game, one at a time. there were a few updates after bossbot HQ - Field Offices, which i've basically never heard anything good about in their tto form ever; the Silly Meter, a yearly event...thing whose main function was to add unskippable dancing-inanimate-object cutscenes to your street battles; Parties, which...yknow parties were okay actually. i accept parties. but they weren't exactly a Major Game Update like the ones that had come before. in 2011 we gained the ability to Wear Hats. in 2012 the test server got some actual QOL updates that never made it to the main game; the final test server update was some maintenance in february, and then nothing for 18 months. disney was not providing enough resources to address the scripting because disney was not providing enough resources to address toontown. imagine being the last dev standing on an MMO that was older than some of its players, was losing its business model to mobile gaming, and spent most of its life falling apart at the seams. just imagine it, for a second

it couldn't have kept going, not like this.

on august 20, 2013, the closing announcement came: we had a month left of toontown online. the test server shut immediately; subscription refunds went out, and the game became actually F2P for the month; the part of the announcement that went like "we're shifting our focus to other games!" made a bunch of twelve-year-olds hate club penguin as if club penguin wouldn't also close in a few years; all the holiday events went off at once; and...

there wasn't a "thanks for playing!" popup. everyone online just got kicked, all at once. it was finally over

hey wait.

#toontown #toontown online #tto #tft talks #tft stuff #<- this goes in that tag i think #this was like. enrichment. thank you

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carmyboobear · 11 days

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see on one hand i wanna take care of carmy but on the other hand i want him to take care of me. like idk i feel like a night of use ranting to each other and crying in each others arms would heal me, ya know?

YES. YES. Taking care of each other isn’t cute unless it’s a two way street! It’s give and take

Carmy comes home late. He thought he'd come home early today, but of course it didn't work out that way. He's pissed and grumpy and tired. You're already in bed, which makes sense. It's really late, after all. When he gets in by your side, he sees that your eyes are swollen.

He's stressed from work, sure. Always is. But when he sees you so upset, he just tucks away the frustration, the leftover anger that's still left simmering for later. You're more important.

You don't mean to start crying. you really don't. but carmy's right there in front of you, sweet and concerned, and you just start bawling. He holds you close, thumbs away your tears. it was one of those days where every single little thing goes wrong, all piling on top of one another. He listens to you talk, gently pries you open when you start clamming up, watches you intently. He cares so much.

After you calm down and ask Carmy about his day, he doesn't think it'll make him cry, but it does. The emotion feels more potent than just frustration from work. He doesn't recognize where it comes from, but maybe it's just grief at work as it always does, coming out of nowhere. He's crying and he hates it, hates crying in front of people, but you reassure him softly and hold him tight.

"Everytime I think I'm doin' okay, something fuckin' awful just comes out of nowhere and it--it just--it just beats the shit out of me." Carmy laughs, the sound a bit hollow. He's not sobbing his eyes out anymore, but he's still a little sniffly. "Y'know?"

"Fuck, all the time. I feel that all the time. I..." You take in a breath that feels just too sensitive, hits you somewhere a little too soft, and tears are spilling all over again. "It's--it's just like, g-gimme a break. Like, life shouldn't be this hard."

"Yeah," he whispers, thumbs chasing the tears on your cheek. "It shouldn't be." And then he starts crying again. It's just one of those nights where it's impossible to stop once it starts. He tells you later that it was something about seeing you cry that made him tear up again.

Yeah...I think there'd be something special about crying in each other's arms. It'd feel much better than crying alone.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #my asks #my blurbs #i think crying in his arms would fix me.

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sunshine-on-marz · 5 months

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WOOP WOOOP ILY

reader x spencer where Spence comes home after a tough case and the reader’s there to comfort him and listen to his rants about it, the reader just holds him and lets him talk

TY<3

Hard days

6 days, 2 hours, and 17 minutes. That's how long it's been since you've seen your boyfriend. 2 minutes ago is when you got the "pulling onto your street now honey❤️" text. That means he should be knocking on the door right about.. now.

"Knock knock"

he said softly from the other side of your apartment door. He barely finished his breath before you'd swing the door open and hugged him. "Missed you" is all you mumble into his neck. He lifts you up by just under your hips and steps into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. "I missed you too darling, more than you know"

As he sits down on the couch, arms still firmly around your torso as you sat in his lap, you notice something is up. "What's wrong Spence?" You ask, hand lightly cupping his cheek, his head dips slightly to the side for a moment as he kisses your plan."Stressful week" he says softly, his voice slightly rasped from a mixture of stress and tiredness.

"Wanna talk about it?" He smiles a bit at the offer, his lips pursing into a line. "No, honey, I couldn't put that on you." He whispers back. "I want you to tell me Spencer" he sighs, he knows you're worried. "I suppose I could just leave out the stuff I don't want you to worry about" he chuckles at your sad attempt to hide your pride at getting him to open up.

"It's just a lot." He mumbles into your hair, his lips pressing against your head in a small kiss. "I bet it is Spencer. You do hard work. And you're good at it" you say, he laughs "I suppose that is a lot harder than being bad at it, granted I don't think the people who are bad at it make it to the BAU" his reply was so refreshing. Full of those little chuckles you always miss so much, the phone speaker doesn't pick them up the same. "They also don't have the world's highest IQ Spence" you meant it to be sarcasm "well actually, the world's highest IQ is currently held by-" you've triggered a rant. "Spence, baby, you know I love your ramblings more than life itself, and I'd usually never cut you off, but you need rest. Let's go get ready for bed and I'll rub your back while you tell me about the case, yea?" He nods "yea, that sounds nice.. sorry". Your heart always breaks when he says sorry for rambling to you "don't be sorry Spencer, I wouldn't trade your little rants for the world". He smiles and kisses your cheek

A few minutes later, as you climb in bed next to him, you’d taken the second shower, he put his hands on the small of your back, pulling you down onto his chest and into a hug.

“Hi Spence” you say, amused at his actions. “I missed you so much” is all he says back, he sounds almost broken up about it. “I know Spence, I missed you too, but I’m not angry, and I’m not upset, because you’re back now. You always come back home after, and that’s what matters.” He nods into your collarbone, where he’d placed his head, his hand cradling the back your head, like you’d disappear if he let you go. He was usually not this upset, unless the worst happens. “You guys couldn’t save everyone, is that it?” I you say, your voice gentle. He nods again. “Spencer Reid that is not your fault” you say, still gentle, but also stern. He lets out a shakey breath. “We were right there” he whispers, voice quivering. “I’m so sorry Spence, I’ve got you, you’re home now” you say, and you repeat it “I’ve got you Spence. I’ve got you”. Eventually his crying becomes small sniffles. “Better?” You ask, guiding his chin up so your eyes can meet. “Yea” he whispers. “I think it’s time for bed” he nods, pulling you back against him. “Night, I love you” he says, sleep evident in his voice. “Good night baby, I love you too”

SPENCER!!! Believe me there will be more Spencer fics wether you like it or not (pls like it)

Send me some Spencer asks babes

Remember to reblog if you enjoyed!!!!!

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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sea-of-dust · 5 months

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Hello c:

can I request Akira and Ryuji with a f!s/o who is going through her period

(I'm suffering the wrath of cramps 😭)

This is the worst....

Ryuji and Joker/Akira x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're on your period with them trying to help you

Notes: HI Hi annon!, dw I feel ya 💀 ALSO I GOT THE OTHER MESSAGE IM SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT SO LONG 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Warnings: mentions of blood, the hell of period craps

He has futaba he already knows what it must be like for you maybe even worse, so he brings you stuff you like in hopes you don't turn into a fire breathing dragon and spit fire (futaba)

Offers to do your homework for you or help you with it. He wants you to rest, don't stress about it too much not like he memmorised your handwriting for this exact purpose. So what if they aren't causing you that much pain you rest watch him speed run homework.

He lays his head on your stomach sometimes, this could lead to teasing unless you were actually about to make futabas story real. "Hey leave my girlfriend alone stomach" "stop qouting that!" Getting you to laugh made it worth it

He will lay with you even if you don't ask you could take a nap and wake up with him on his phone next to you. "You're awake?" Scooing over with a chipper grin on his face he shows you his phone "take a peak at this" as he shows you the video you don't notice him sneaking his arm under your torso to pull you into his chest. "Felt that" "awe" you feel him lean over you to kiss your cheek "I woulda got you this time sure of it" smiling weakly you kiss him back "not a chance"

He does cook for you during these times. The godsend of his cooking always make you forget about the pain and misfortune of these unfortunate times. "I can spoon feed you if you want" "YES"

He looks like his brains about to explode when he learns your on your period. "Ohhh that time of the month. No biggie!" Until you didn't show up to school one day because of your cramps

He did come running to your house with pads and the plush you kept hugging when you stayed in his. "Miss l/n it's an emergency please let me stay with your daughter!" "Oh you must be Ryuji! She talks so much about you!" Her eyes water as she fondly tells him about the times you spoke about him. It was nice but what was great was sneaking away mid rant. "Y/n!" "Ryuji?!"

He takes oddly great care of you, offering you food and bringing a game with him. "You brought alot-" "well yea I didn't know what you were in the mood for so I brought everything I knew ya liked" "They're gonna last me years..." "perfect!"

Only lays next to you if you ask him to. Feels like if he moves the wrong way it'll make you uncomfortable. So when you eventually get him to lay next to you he's just a board, his mind comming up with all sorts of theories for what would happen if he even breathed wrong.

So the next day you came to school the guy was with you every step. "Ryuji your classrooms next door" "what if you pass out" "they aren't that bad worse case I end up vomiting" "what if there's no bag!" You sigh patting his shoulder "listen I'll be fine" it's gonna take the bell to ring for him to finally give in. Doesn't mean he isn't walking you home keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

#persona 5 #persona x reader #persona 5 x reader #joker x reader #akira kurusu #akira kurusu x reader #persona 5 akira #persona 5 joker #ren amamiya #persona 5 ren #ren amamiya x reader #ryuji sakamoto #ryuji x reader #persona 5 ryuji #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I AM SO FUCKING WEAK. FOR THE JASON AND STARFIRE FRIENDSHIP. YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT, GOSH-

Tall sunshine/Tall angry murder kitten

" someone will die'' " of FUN :DDDDD"

Girls who say brah/girls who say HIIIIII energy

Jason trying to give Kori the shovel talk for Dick (Not because he cares; But someone needs to be there to annoy, and unless the world's ending, he won't willingly interact with Tim) but. Godamn it.

Her eyes are so big. Like an overly grown puppy. He can't do it. "... Just. Y'know. Try not to set his heart on fire and eat it. " " I would NEVER :(((" " WELL DONT CRY-"

Jason pulls Dick aside when Kori visits the Wayne manor for the first time, corners him, whispers very lowly, " We're out of mustard. Go. Get. Some."

Literally Jason being protective of his 6'4 sister in law/bestie he'd marry if he knew Dick wouldn't throw a fit. He specifically says " Damian, I PROMISE YOU, if you do anything to scare her intentionally, milk will NEVER taste the same when I'm done with you"

it's an elephant being scared of a mouse situation, - Kory is the most nervous to meet Damian out of anyone and Jason's like, so who wants to share embarassing Damian stories

Jay and Kory calling eachother cutesy nicknames " hey babe" " greetings, sugar pie cherub starlight pumpkin seeds little lovebug, starshine! The universe says HELLO!"

Braiding Kory's hair is an Olympic sport and Jason has the gold medal for it

Kory talking everyone about Jason being her best friend; She's like, " sweetest, most caring human I've come across. He is friendly and we bump foreheads a lot" then shows off pictures

And boom, the scariest bastard you've ever seen . "He enjoys cuddling kittens, and watching animated movies with me :D"

Jason ranting about books and literature and Kory INTENTLY listening to every word while sipping sweet mustard; She loves trashy romance novels written by 30 something women who hate their marriage, and Jason's like " your taste is fucking dreadful" but he secretly enjoys it

Kory also LOVES cartoons and Jason makes fun of her for it ruthlessly (or as ruthless as he can get with her) but guess who steals Bruce's credit card and buys her merch????

" here you go baby girl, buy some steven galaxy shirts from that gay ass rock show or something " " you intentionally pretend to not know my interests to reduce the meaning of your affection, but i know it's there >:D"

JASON MEETING BLACKFIRE. " And I thought I was a problem child."

Literally give me Jason and Blackfire interactions but they're just this

#jason todd #koriand'r #kory anders #starfire #starfire dc #batman #redhood #dc comics #dc #batfamily #jason x kory #jayfire #the ultimate sin is shipping these two fr #but...im guilty JSJSJSJ #jaykori

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elbiotipo · 2 months

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If you're from Argentina, you've probably heard about the Iberá wetlands, and you know the tourist pitch: a vast expanse of natural wonders in the middle of Corrientes, full of beautiful lapachos, cute carpinchos and yacarés, and now home to the fastest-growing wild yaguareté population, all with the unique Guaraní influenced culture of rural Corrientes.

Now, things aren't as shiny as they look, since the creation and management of the new national park is still a point of contention in many ways, but you will be suprised that this kind of thinking about the Iberá is very, very recent. Most people considered it an obstacle to progress, a big bunch of swamp in the middle of what could be a very productive ranching province. In a geography book from the 1910s (unfortunately I lost the screencap) it says something like "the biggest obstacle for the development of the province is this swamp, and it should be drained"

This took me to the other side of the world, to the Netherlands. They're known for land reclamation, from literally building their country from the sea. Especially when we're facing rising sea levels because of climate change, the Dutch seem like miracle workers, a look into our future. You will find no shortage of praise about how with some windmills and dams, the Dutch took land "from the sea", and turned it into quaint little polders, making a tiny country in Europe a food exporter and don't they look so nice? But when you look about it, you can barely find anything about what came before those polders. You have to dig and dig to find any mentions of not "sea", but of complex tidal marshes and wetlands, things I've learned are ecologically diverse and protected in many places, but you won't find people talking about that at all when talking about the Netherlands. It's all just polders now. What came before was useless swamp, or a sea to be triumphantly conquered. It's like they were erased from history

The use of that language reminded me of the failed vision of draining Iberá... and the triumphing vision in the Netherlands, and many other places. Maybe those wonderful places, those unique wetlands, would have been a footnote, you wouldn't find anything unless you were a bored ecologist who looked, and not even then. Now, far it be from me to accuse the medieval Dutch, who wanted to have more space to farm, of ecocide. And don't think this is going to be a rant against European ecological imperialism either, as the most anthropized places you can find are actually in China and India. But it does get me thinking.

I work with the concept of landscape, and landscape managing. (Not landscaping, those guys get better paid than me) The concept of landscape is somewhat similar to the concept of ecosystem you know from basic biology, but besides biotic and abiotic factors, you also have to involve cultural factors, that is, humans. There is not a single area of "pristine" untouched nature in the world, that is a myth. Humans have managed these landscapes for as long as they have lived in them. The Amazon, what many people think about when they think about "unspoilt" nature, has a high proportion of domesticated plants growing on it, which were and are still used by the people who live on it, and there once were great civilizations thriving on it. Forests and gardens leave their mark, so much that we can use them to find abandoned settlements. From hunter-gatherers tending and preserving the species vital to their survival in the tundra to engineers in Hong-Kong creating new islands for airports, every human culture has managed their natural resources, creating a landscape.

And this means these landscapes we enjoy are not natural creations. They are affected by natural enviroments; biomes do exist, species have a natural distribution. But they are created and managed by humans. Humans who decide what is valuable to them and what is not. The Dutch, seemingly, found the tidal marshes useless, and they created a new landscape, which changed the history of their nation forever. We here in modern Argentina changed our perception of Iberá, decided to take another approach, and now we made it a cherished part of our heritage, which will also speak about us in the future.

Ultimately, what is a useless swamp to be drained or a beautiful expanse of nature to be cherished depends in our culture, in us humans. We are the ones who manage and change ecosystems based in our economics, our culture, our society. This will become increasingly important, as climate change and ecological degradation becomes harsher and undeniable. We will have to decide what nature is worth to us. Think about what is it worth to you.

#I REALLY had to restrain myself not to make a football joke about the netherlands #cosas mias #ecology #biology #culture #cultural landscapes

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queer-n-here · 28 days

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hi! It's me again from that Poe request :) I wanted to say thank you very much for doing my request! I loved it so much and you're an amazing writer, keep it up! but if you don't mind again, I have another :")) {you can ignore this by the way if u wanna I don't mind <3}

Same as before with Poe, but reader who very much is affectionate with Poe only than anyone else and only clings onto him and his attention (also reader likes to attach himself to hug Poe from behind when he's talking to someone)

your free to do my request anytime you like! (Keep up the good work!!)

Haiyah, thanks man! It's them compliments that always make my day! And y'all here on Tumblr are like, too nice. I do all the requests I receive y'know, unless they go explicitly against my 'morals' (I sound like Kunikida, hell)

It might take me some time, but if you've sent me a req and I've received it, I'll 100% do it!

Also, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOW IS MY CHANCE TO WRITE FLUFF! YOU SHALL BOW BEFORE MY ABILITY; 'FLUFF ON TOP' MUAHAHAHA-

*Clears throat* Um, sorry. Anyways, here's the fic, hope you like it! It's a little short, though!

Contents: Jealous Clingy Reader x Edgar Allen Poe

Warnings: Fluff, slight (non-existent) mentions of sex.

Fluff HCs for Poe

Poe needs a clingy boyfriend, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

When he's overworking himself in his study, too caught up in his novel to keep track of time, he needs you, who'll go up to him and pick him up from his chair and carry him to the bed for cuddles, making him smile at you reluctantly.

When he's outside, maybe picking up some food for Karl, you go and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling his back up against your chest and putting your chin on his shoulder. He splutters and blushes, hissing that you two are in public, but you remind him what he was talking about before you intervened, and he gets distracted enough to let you enjoy him in your arms.

Sometimes you casually wrap your arms around Poe, even as he's talking to someone else, and bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and planting soft kisses against his pale skin.

Poe acts like he doesn't like it, but even as he tries to pull away from your embrace at times, you can see how red the back of his neck and years have gotten. It's cute, you think.

And then one day, while you're being even more clingy than usual (if that's even possible) during a date at a park, Poe suddenly raises a hand and waves at someone.

You looked up, squinting to search for the receiver of this greeting, and Poe starts walking away, towards whoever he'd been waving at. You follow, slightly sulking at his sudden shift of attention.

It turns out to be some detective. As Poe introduces you two, you faintly remember that this man, Ranpo, is the very same as the one Poe goes into long rants about.

How... Interesting.

You greet Ranpo with a nod, and Poe strikes up a conversation. Standing just a little behind Poe so that he can't see your expression, you glare down at Ranpo, your face full of black lines.

How dare he interrupt your date?

I mean, sure, it was Poe who reached out, but doesn't Ranpo know how to decline? Does he not have that function in his brain?

But Poe is smiling, talking excitedly and gesturing with his hands the way he does when he's having fun, so you lessen the intensity of your glare, and turn your head away to sulk instead.

It's Ranpo who breaks the conversation in the end, saying that he's out on some 'Agency business' and that he can't stay any longer.

You take Poe back to your shared house, and kiss him till he's aroused and wants to do it.

And that's how your day ends.

I mean, at this point, your clinginess is making Karl's life hell, too.

Whenever the poor raccoon tries to sit on Poe's shoulder, or just go up and get Poe's attention, you're standing right there in his way, arms wrapped around Poe's waist and eyes sharp as they glare at Karl.

How can you be jealous of a raccoon? Make it make sense.

And Poe, damn, he's obsessed with the feeling of your warmth around him, the way you hold him so close it gives him the butterflies. You're so gentle around him, you've got him convinced that he's breakable.

He knows he's the only one who receives this treatment from you. He's seen the way you look at other people, only half glances because they're just not important enough for you to care. He's seen you get angry, too, like that time you two were out to watch a movie and someone tried to cut in line before him. You look scary when you're angry, to put in simply.

And honestly? He loves every moment of it, even if he'd rather jump off a cliff than admit it.

What he doesn't know is that he doesn't need to. You see the way he leans into your touch, even while complaining about how clingy you are. You feel the way he nestles into you, no tension in his body as he can just relax. You perceive how he looks so assured whenever you're there, arms wrapped around him and peppering kisses on his face.

I mean, isn't that the sole reason you do it? Because he loves getting pampered and coddled even if doesn't want to admit it?

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub character #sub character x you #sub poe x you #sub poe #sub edgar allen poe #sub edgar allen poe x you #fluff #bsd fluff

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number1mingyustan · 11 months

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Expiration Date (1/2) ☾✹

artist!joshua x model!fem!reader

Genre: smut, hurt, angst

Warnings: cursing, arguing, crying, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriage, mentions of suicide and eating disorders, mentions of depression and cheating, there's an injury, explicit smut, oral (f.), orgasm denial, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, like a whole lot happens

Summary: In a matter of hours, it all went to shit

Word Count: 3.8k

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(a/n: inspired by the movie malcom and marie)

part 2

It's cold in the city tonight. It's January in New York, reasonably so. Yet with the frigid air outside, nothing feels colder than the inside of your home. Joshua steps into your shared penthouse first, not even bothering to turn around and look at you when he holds the door open for you.

You trail behind silently.

Everything right now is eerily silent. The floorboards creaking are the only sounds to be heard in your home. There's a thick tension filling the air and it's nauseating.

Joshua darts toward the thermostat, turning up the heat in the frigid house.You're still standing at the door when he turns around and faces you.

"Are you finally going to tell me what I did to piss you off?" he asks.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," you lie, folding your arms together.

He lets out a sigh of exhaustion. "Y/n, midway through the showing tonight you started icing me out. You've been giving me death glares and didn't say a word to me the entire cab ride home. Clearly I've done something to upset you."

You ignore him, intentionally making contact with your shoulder when you brush past him. You walk toward your shared bedroom. "I don't want to fight tonight, I'd rather we just save it until tomorrow."

He lets out another sigh of annoyance before following after you. "It won't have to be a fight unless you make it one Y/n. Just tell me what's pissing you off."

You walk through the halls of the spacious penthouse with Joshua trailing behind. "I promise you right now this won't be a productive conversation and it will turn into a fight. It's after 1 in the morning and I'm tired 'Shua, Just drop it, okay?"

"You know I hate going to bed angry, and you're angry. Just tell me now," he urges.

You stop in front of the door with a sigh before turning to face him. "Not once did you thank me tonight," you say before entering the bedroom and closing the door in his face.

Joshua stands outside the door in shock. What? That's what you've been pissy about half the evening? You drank a bit tonight, and he can only hope it's the alcohol that's making you react this way.

"Y/n," he sighs again. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You heard me the first time!" you call from behind the door. "You thanked the whole fucking world tonight and managed to forget about me!"

He can hear faint rustling through the wooden door. You don’t respond for a bit and the rustling is the only thing he can hear. What the hell are you doing?

"I mean," you scoff. "If you wanted to save face for this relationship you could have at least tried."

"The hell do you mean 'save face'?" he asks, tone full of offense.

The doorknob rattles and you appear with a blanket in hand. All your makeup has been wiped off and you’ve changed into some pyjamas.

"At least making it look like we're happy and this relationship is still going well," you rant, unfolding the blanket and spreading it across the couch.

"I wasn't aware that this was an unhappy relationship for us," he grits his jaw.

"Oh save it',' you roll your eyes. "You know you gave up on us a long time ago."

"I haven't given up on anything!" he shouts. "I can't believe you're accusing me of all this stuff because I didn't say thank you! It was one small mistake tonight!"

You stomp toward him, waving a finger in his face. "It wasn't a small mistake Joshua! It was a big one, and the fact that you can't even realize it is so upsetting! This is about so much more than your mistake tonight too, it's about everything Joshua. It's about the fact it's been nearly six years and I still haven't gotten a ring or half your attention anymore."

He tips his head back and massages his temples annoyedly. "How many times do we have to talk about this? We both agreed we weren't going to get married until–"

"–Until things settled with your career," you cut him off rudely. "I know, but you've been saying that for two years and it feels like you have given up." Your voice breaks as you finish your sentence.

A beat.

Silence fills the room. There are tears welling in your eyes and your jaw is locked as you to hold back your tears.

Truth be told, you were beginning to feel like your biggest fear had come true. That Joshua didn't love you anymore.

You and Joshua first met six years prior at an art event. It was the first time one of his pieces were showcased in an actual gallery. He thought having his art there was going to be what changed his life, but truthfully it was you walking through the door.

You were not supposed to be there, you stumbled into the gallery very drunkenly and nearly knocked over his painting. To this day neither of you know how you ended up there, but you both believe it was fate.

You sniffle quickly. "Whatever, It's almost two, I'm going to sleep. I'm sleeping on the couch, you can take the bed."

You turn around quickly, walking back toward the couch where you cover yourself with the blanket.

Joshua sighs, rubbing his hands on his face as he paces in circles around the penthouse. You hear his footsteps start to grow distant as he walks into the bedroom. When you hear the door close, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

A few minutes later, the door reopens and he comes back into the living room. You sit up, pushing the blanket off your body.

He stands in front of you, now changed into a plain white t-shirt and sweats. “I don’t want to go to bed like this.”

You frown. “I really don’t want to do this with you right now.”

“Well I do,” he states firmly.

You lift yourself off the couch and make your way into the kitchen. "I need a drink," you mumble. He turns around, eyes following you as you bend over and search through the cabinets.

Your head appears again, a bottle of vodka in hand. "Would you like a drink 'Shua?" you ask, purposely not acknowledging his previous statement.

He leans against the couch cushion. "I just told you I'd rather talk, besides I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

You take a glass out of another cabinet, placing it onto the counter and ignoring him deliberately. "I didn't say we won't talk, I just wanted to know if you wanted a drink."

You begin pouring yourself a glass. You glare at him, making intense eye contact as you down the drink. It burns your throat, but it numbs the pain.

He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to you. He stands in front of you, dangerously close. He wraps his hand around the glass in your hand, refusing to break eye contact.

"You thanked everyone but me," your voice cracks again. "Am I really that far out of your mind? You couldn't even say my name? It's like you don't even see me anymore. You spend so much time kissing up to agents and other artists and the whole fucking world for that matter. You know, you thanked Angel 4 times tonight. I counted, four time Joshua. And I couldn't get a single thank you when my face and body are plastered around the whole fucking exhibit! You can't even see me anymore. It's like I'm invisible."

"It's not that baby..." he chews the inside of his cheek. "It was an honest mistake."

"How could you forget about me when I was standing right there? If I'm the quote 'inspiration for all your art? Your muse? Remember that Joshie? How I’m supposed to be the inspiration for everything you do?”

His muse. His inspiration. The apple of his eye.

You were the center of his career.

"I-"

"I mean, I have literally pointed out my issue and haven't gotten so much as an apology yet."

Your grip on the glass tightens. He can feel the tension growing in your hand. You're not angry, you're hurt. He tries to pull the glass our of your grip, but instead it falls to the ground and shatters upon impact.

Shards of glass cover the kitchen floor, but one rather large shard is wedged into your foot. You react immediately, crying out in pain as the glass digs into your flesh.

"Fuck," he curses. "I'm sorry."

He helps you back to the couch, careful not to let anything touch your foot. He bends down in front of you, examining your would. You're gripping the couch, head tilted back and wincing in pain.

He darts out of the living room, grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom before making his return to you. He kneels before you with a pair of tweezers.

"Alright baby," he coos. "I got you."

He uses the tweezers to remove the glass shard, wincing as you cry out in pain. If he didn't feel bad already, he definitely does now. Once he ensures the glass is no longer in your foot, he cleans your would and wraps it with a bandage.

The penthouse has fallen silent again. You look down at him with tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes. He bites his tongue, knowing that if he speaks it'll only make things worse.

"You know....you didn't even tell me you loved me back when you hung up to phone yesterday."

"What?"

A beat.

"After I called you yesterday while you were at the gallery doing finishing touches for tonight... I told you that I loved you before I said bye... and you know what you said? Nothing."

"I was just busy Y/n," he frowns. "You know I love you. I swear I was just stressed about everything with the showing tonight and it slipped my mind. I'm sorry."

"I just don't understand how it's possible I've been slipping your mind lately. It's like you don't see me anymore 'Shua. You-You look at me but you don't see me, not anymore."

"Stop that," he lifts his body up, seating himself on the couch next to you. "That's not true, I do see you. I see everything about you and I love you for it. You know that. I've been a shitty boyfriend lately and I'm sorry. I-I've been an idiot but you know you're my reason for everything."

His thumb wipes away the fresh tears staining your cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm so so so–mmph"

His apology is suddenly cut off when you kiss him. He doesn't take long to react, melting into your touch and allowing his eyes to fall shut. He cups your cheek with his hand, moving his lips in perfect sync with yours.

You climb onto his lap, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You pull away from the kiss every so slightly, keeping your lips only mere centimeters from his. "That's all I wanted to hear."

He smiles. "So we're fine? Done fighting?

You nod before kissing him again. This time, it grows heated, allowing a new tension to fill the room. His hands fall to your hips, guiding you as you grind your hips against him. He moans into the kiss before pulling away slightly. "Come back to bed," he whispers.

You nod again before reconnecting your lips. He lifts your body up and carries you through the penthouse and into the bedroom. He doesn't bother to close the door, simply dropping you on your bed.

Your nightclothes typically consist of an oversized t-shirt and a thong, providing him easy access. Your shirt has already ridden up, revealing the lacy black thong separating you and him. He kisses down your body, your jaw, your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs.

He drags your underwear down, leaving it pooled at your ankle before burying his head between your thighs. You let out a breathy moan at first contact. His tongue laps your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Joshua knew your body like the back of his hand. While he may not always be on his A game within the scope of your relationship, he would make it up to you in bed.

He always knew how to touch you just right. He'd have you falling apart within a matter of minutes. Time and time again he never failed to disappoint.

It was a shame he worked so much. It's been over a month since the two of you were last intimate. You try your best to put it out of your mind, you have him now and that's all that should really matter.

You're gripping his hair as his tongue circles your clit. You're soaking his face, growing more and more aroused as he goes down on you. He's so good with his tongue, providing you with everything you need and more.

You can already start to feel your orgasm approaching. The knot in your stomach is tightening and the pleasure builds in your lower region. You're panting an moaning above him, relishing in how good he's making you feel.

You're so close to the edge, fingers gripping his hair tightly. Your head sinks deeper into the pillow. He's holding your legs open with his arms, tightening his grip.

You're on the brink of an orgasm when he suddenly stops. You whine, holding tightening around nothing as disappointment washes over your body. He lifts his head from between your thighs, a wide smirk is plastered across his face.

"You're always such a tease Joshua," you pout.

"Yeah," he licks his lips. "But you love it."

He presses a quick kiss on your lips before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He rids himself of his sweats and boxers, revealing his rock hard cock to your line of sight.

You're practically drooling, the thought of him being inside of you leaving you dripping on the bed beneath you. He hovers over you, dragging the length of his cock along your folds. Your lips are parted as you pant, waiting desperately for him to fuck you.

He manages a soft 'I love you' before slipping his cock inside of you. You both moan out in unison. He stretches you out perfectly, nestling his cock inside of you comfortably.

You wrap your arms around his frame, pulling his body closer to you as he fucks you. His thrusts start slow, gradually picking up in pace. The air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, low grunts and groans slipping from Joshua's lips, and your desperate whines and moans. The bed shifts with every thrust, making a soft thud as the frame hits the wall.

"Shit," he curses. "You feel so good-fuck."

He buries his head in the crook of your neck. " 'S been too long since I- since I fucked you. Fuck baby."

You moan out in agreement. Your nails are digging into his back, sure to leave scratch marks. He doesn't mind, he's too caught up in how you're dripping him to really even notice.

"So good 'Shua," you cry out.

He looks down at where the two of you are connected, trailing his hand down to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. You tighten around him at initial contact, causing him to groan rather loudly.

You're on the brink of cumming again. Joshua can feel it, the way you're clenching around him and pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts. Your moans turn to whines and your nails are really digging into his back.

When your orgasm finally hits, it hits hard. You needed this. Your pink vibrator can only provide you with so much, and it's nothing nearly as good as this. He watches you from above as you fall apart around his cock.

He fucks you through it, pace never faltering as you enter a state of bliss. He falls apart only moments after you. You started begging him to cum inside of you and hearing you so desperate was more than enough to have him finishing inside.

You let out a relieved moan as he pumps his cum inside of you. His hips still before he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. Both of your chests rise and fall, breathing heavily as you come down from your highs.

The room falls quiet. You're laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around you. You can still feel the heat radiating off of his sweaty body.

"You were right when you said it's been too long since we've done that," your fingers play with his.

He nods in agreement. "I know. I've just been so busy with my art and the few times I'm not, you're doing your shoots and talking with agents."

"Yeah," you blink. "Just would've figured you'd take advantage of it more you know, considering I can't get pregnant or anything."

A beat.

Joshua can't believe his ears. He scoffs, not bothering to look at you before he's rolling out of the bed and redressing himself.

"Where are you going?" you ask.

He doesn't answer you, shutting the bedroom door behind him and leaving you by yourself. He goes back into the living room, settling himself on the couch.

You pull your shirt back over your head before trailing behind. You stand in the living room, leaning against the wall. "What's your problem now?"

"Honestly Y/n, fuck you," he says simply.

You roll your eyes. 'Why are you being so pissy? I said we were done fighting."

"You know, you walked into this house giving me the cold shoulder and placing the blame on me for everything, but you know what Y/n? You're the fucking problem," he scoffs. "I may not be perfect, but you're just a bitch. I have done so much for you and you had the motherfucking audacity to act like I haven't done shit and painted me as the bad guy."

"Fuck you!" you shout.

"No Y/n, fuck you," he spits. "You may be my muse, but if I hadn't started painting you, none of those modeling agencies would have signed you. You would still be a lowlife dropout with nowhere to go. You act like I've treated you like shit even though I have done nothing but care for you over these past six years."

You turn your head away. His words sting and you hate that he's right.

"You had the fucking audacity to say that back in the bedroom like I didn't have to pay for you to be hospitalized after we lost that fucking baby. Like I wasn't there for you when you were depressed and refusing to eat for weeks after it happened. I went to therapy sessions with you and comforted you. I called 911 when you decided to swallow a whole bottle of pills because you couldn't live with yourself after losing the baby."

Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes. Your lips quiver as you try to maintain a straight face. His truthful words are like a stab in the heart.

"I forgave you after you fucked somebody else. Remember that Y/n? Two days after it happened when you disappeared in the middle of the night to go fuck a stranger? You weren't the only one who was fucking hurting. I lost the baby too, and I nearly lost you. That shit did damage, but I put my own hurt aside to care for you. And now you have the audacity to tell me I don't see you? Fuck you."

You stay silent.

"This was a big night for me. I put so much into that fucking showcase, and I'm sorry I didn't thank you. But the least you could do is be happy for me and not do any more damage to this relationship. I know I fucked up, but I was happy tonight and all I wanted to do was come home and celebrate with my girl," he sighs. "You claim that I gave up on this relationship but you started sabotaging it two years ago."

"I never sabotaged us," your voice breaks.

"You did and you know it," he grits. "I get it, you were depressed and going through hell and back. But you tried to push me away. You created a gap between us and it has only gotten bigger since. You say you're upset about the ring, but truthfully do you even want it? Do you actually think you can recite any wedding vows and mean it? To be bound for life and promise to love me forever?"

"I'm going back to bed," you say.

Joshua gets up, grabbing you by the arm. "You started this Y/n. Don't just walk away. You've already got one foot out the door on this relationship!"

"Shut up," you mumble.

"I'm serious. You want that ring so fucking badly, you can have it. But I don't think you really want it. I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life with me knowing you won't ever be able to have my kids."

"Shut up," you say louder.

"I think you've wanted me gone ever since the doctors said it wasn't going to happen. And it kills you that we can't have the family you've always wanted."

"SHUT UP!" you finally shout.

Tears are flowing down your face nonstop. You're a sobbing mess, pushing him off of you. "SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!"

"All I wanted was a thank you," you cry. "You made me feel forgettable and I am entitled to my own feelings. I felt hurt tonight."

"Yeah? I felt pretty fucking hurt when you cheated on me. I felt hurt when you gave up on us," he bites back.

"I haven't given up on anything," you sniffle.

"You have! You gave up a long time ago. And yeah, maybe I did forget to tell you I loved you and to thank you. But the only reason you're so hurt is because you know how I've felt for the past two years. To feel the other person slipping away. You can say I've given up all you want, but you did it first."

Eerily silence fills the room once again. The tensions has grown even thicker and it's sickening. It feels like your entire world has come crashing down.

"I'm going back to bed," you say quietly.

He stares at you before mumbling an 'ok.' You turn around taking a few steps in the direction of the bedroom before he stops you.

"Y/n," he calls.

You turn around.

"Thank you," he says.

"You're welcome," you reply.

Your quiet footsteps grow quieter as you make your way to the bedroom. The house feels cold again and there's something tugging at your heart. It's painful and constricting.

You are physically and emotionally drained, and you know he is too. The bed feels so much bigger without Joshua sleeping by your side. You have a hard time falling asleep, as does he.

Everything feels wrong and you can only await when the morning comes.

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this is part 1 of 2 !!

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