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narcosmx · 4 years

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narcos mexico headcanon list: how they propose to you (pt . 1 )

a/n: an anon dropped this request??? idea in my inbox and how could i not run with this it’s the cutest shit anyways PART ONE HERE WE GO... RELAVENT SCREEN CAP IS RELAVENT YOU’LL SEE

amado

you already know his dumb ass needs to involve his plane in this one way or another; how could he not use his fucking biggest flex

so i can see it being during one of his grand ass gestures

you’ve seen the whole sunset dinner and champagne bit so he’d need to scale it up

it would be spontaneous or at least it would seem spontaneous to you because he’d tell you out of the blue

like one morning you wake up to him shaking you awake and you wake up like “que shingados, amado” and when you turn around to see it’s four in the morning you’re even more grumpy

and just his stupid excited smile as he tosses one of your bags on to your bed and is like “ya mijita, nos tenemos que ir en hora y media” and he’s packed and is now pulling out your stuff in attempts to help you pack.

and you’re still sleepy, and confused and looking at him lik ?????? and he has this proud/excited little smile and is like “vamos de viaje, es sorpresa”

and him taking you to this exotic fucking get away whether that be somewhere in south america or somewhere in mexico

i just he gives me like crystal clear water and hidden beach vibes

and just mansion by the fucking water or some resort her flat out rented out himself

and he gives me the vibes where he’d be the ones where he tries to hide the ring during your dinner

like sneaking it into your drink or like asking the chef to like place it on your dessert

BECAUSE WHEN HE SEES YOUR FACE OF CONFUSION TURN INTO ONE OF EXCITEMENT AND THEN TO LIKE HOLY SHIT

THE SMIRK HE HAS ON HIS FACE WHEN YOU REALIZE WHAT’S HAPPENING AND YOU SHAKING SHAKING AND HIS PROUD FUCKING SMIRK AND HE’S LIKE “QUE DICES MI AMOR, TE CASAS CONMIGO”

I CAN SEE HIM GETTING OUT OF HIS KNEE BUT ONLY TO SEE HOW MUCH MORE EXCITED YOU GET AND CRYING AND HE’S JUST A SMUG ASSHOLE

benjmain

get this... my baby is out here to make this the most intimate moment... he doesn’t need to make a big show out of it like some people

it’s just going between the two of you, at home .... the quietest and sweetest shit

takes pride in like producing it all, getting it all ready by himself

like it would be this thing where he like fake goes to work until you leave the house and then he comes back in and spends the WHOLE fucking day preparing everything for that night

makes you dinner i am crying... probably burns it a little but he tried and that’s what’s important

picks up the order of like a huge..as..s.. boquet of roses ; half of the roses are for you and the other half is so he can pick out the petals so he can make a little pathway from the door to the dinning room, making it in this huge heart formation, probably has some up in the bedroom just in case this goes right

gets all dressed up :((((( puts on your favorite cologne, will probably spend way too much time looking in the mirror and practicing what he was going to say over and over again because he’s overthinking it all

hasta velas tiene el cabron, i just mood lighting, sweet mood music why is this me

when he hears you pulling up, his hands are high key shaking but he has to calm himself down

standing at the end of the little rose petal trail and him with his little soft smile as he’s reaching out for you wow this is hurting

pulling out your chair for you, kissing your forehead and going off to serve you dinner and serve you wine

HIS EYES ARE GLUED TO YOU WANTING TO WATCH YOUR REACTION TO HIS DINNER he’s already apologizing about burning it but it’s so fucking sweet you can’t do anything but smile and tell him how good it is

just these shared whispers between the two of you as he holds your hands the whole time, listening to you intently and the smile... it would the softest shit ever

you notice something is off with him... and if you ask him he gets real quiet and takes one last shaky breath before beginning his little rehearsed speech

as soon as he starts you know, you’re already in tears because he’s talking about how you’re his literal angel and he thought of not having you as his forver is killing him

and him shakily getting on his knee to propose to you wow I AM THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY RIGHT NOW

looking up at you and just being like “tu eres la que he estado esperando toda mi vida, bebe...te casarias conmigo” AY NO

miguel

had to plan this shit months in advance because his bouge ass probably had your ring like custom made; he had someone desgin a whole as unique one of a kind ring for you ... so yeah he’s known

i’m sorry miguel can be a fucking attention whore sometimes so i can see him preparing this big ass formal like ball thing for it; would tell you it was for some government shit or something so you get all dressed up and i mean to the nINEs becaue he was psyching you out about it

sends someone to pick you up, makes some stupid excuse about meeting you there at the party but as soon as he hangs up he goes back to like yelling at someone because something isn’t in place

nervous pacing miguel who is ready to snap at literally anyone.... can’t stop thinking about how this needs to be fucking perfect

I’M LAUGHING BECAUSE THE PHONE CALL HE GAVE RAMON BEFORE INVITING HIM BEING LIKE “Y NADA TE TUS MAMADAS ESTA VEZ, MON, TE VISTES BIEN O TE MATO CABRON”

meeting you outide and it’s like excited smile miguelito, immediately hands on your waist, pulling you to him, whispering how fucking beautiful you look in your ear over and over again i cannot

and like walking through the quiet hallways everything seems normal as fuck but once the doors to the ballroom enter you have to know something’s up

i just a mariachi starts playing when you step in with miguel, eyes are fucking all on you as you walk in

you’re looking over at him like what the fuck is actually happening right now and he just gives you like a little shrug as if he doesn’t know but his smirk isn’t helping him play that off AT FUCKING AT

but he has to keep you moving even you’re like “que estas haciendo, miguel angel?????” needs to get you to the middle of the dance floor because that’s where amado is waiting with a microphone to him and the little wink he fucking gives to you before clearing the floor

oh man does he eat this shit up, the attention, the excitement knowing he pulled it off, the look on your face

and he takes the microphone and he just starts talking about there is one reason why he’s been this successful, one person he can attribute all of this to.... and it’s you

so at first it’s him thanking you for staying by his side through this fucking roller coaster, for staying through all the good, the bad, the ugly (probably get some comments from the crowd), for being his guiding light... his north star

and then him be the one to say some stupid shit like i promise to love you forver, and to give myself completely to you...starting with my last name

and you know you’re already getting whistles and yells from the crowd before he events gets on his knee and him looking up at you like “ me harias el honor de ser mi esposa, mijita”

#narcos mexcio imagines #narcos mexico imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #benjamin arellano felix #benjamin arellano felix x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo

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dazed--xx · 4 years

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Beside you 2

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1,570

Trigger Warning: NONE

A/N: SO YALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS COMMENT FOR A PART 3 and if you want a fake text request those are now on my request list so please let me know what kind of request you’d like. Inbox me please i love talking to yall. I pushed this before all my requests but if you do have a request it is in the process of being written but depending on how many comments i get i will write a part 3

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*Previously*

I lose myself in his lips soon I reach for my luggage bag and rush out the door and into my car. Jungkook is banging on my passenger side window trying to open the door tears streaming down his face “please, stop, stop the car, get out please stay with me, BABY PLEASE” he shouts as I reverse and drive off the last sight I have is Jungkook chasing my car with tears streaming down his face.

*Now*

The constrictor that is anxiety takes over my breathing. The road the only thing mind is focused on as I escape. After a few hours, I finally come to a stop at a beach and just lay on the sand my mind wandering off. The warm sun beaming on my face as I run my hands through the sand. The sky nice and sunny, watching the waves as I flip to my stomach watching the surfers and tourists. Laying back exhausted from the events of today I drift off to sleep.

After waking up and realizing the sun is setting, I rush to my car and drive back toward Seoul. Stopping at a gas station I call my best friend Sunny. “I need to stay with you” I say sadly “Get your ass over here” She says softly. My heart warming at her friendly attitude, Sunny being the only one against my marriage to Jungkook in the first place. Her outspoken attitude making her the most honest person I know.

*PING...*

The messages go through my phone as I finally pull into Sunny’s driveway. My heart breaking at the memory of Jungkook’s pleading figure in the street begging for me to stop. The tears streaming down my face, pulling the phone into view I see Jungkook’s Contact in the notification bar. My heart stops as I swipe to read his messages....

The desperate need to be in his arms comforting him takes over me, the want to reverse and go home is overwhelming. “I only want you too” I type into the phone shaking as my mind drifts back to Jungkook's deception. Hesitantly I delete the message as a tap on my window startles me “Hey beautiful, what's up?” Sunny’s eyes examine my tear-filled ones. A soft smile appears on her face “Come on beautiful let's go inside and you can tell me all about it” She extends her arms for a hug, forcing the seatbelt off I throw myself out of the car and into her arms sobbing.

A few hours Sunny has me set up in her guest bedroom. I lay in the bed and sob as my phone began pinging with more messages from Jungkook. My sobs grow harder, as I read his words.

My mind drifting to the memory of him. The way he smiled when he walked into the kitchen every morning to grab his tea. The sexy way his suits would hug his muscles, his hair always perfect. The way his face contorted as he entered me. The blush that crept onto his face when I walked in on him. His words returning to my mind, the words he spoke when he thought he was alone. “Y/N yeah baby girl this is your cock, fuck all yours baby girl take it.” His voice moaned. The need to feel him inside me grows, pushing it down as I roll over and cry myself to sleep.

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“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!” Sunny pleads. I roll my eyes and shake my head “No, I’m sorry but I don’t feel like going out.” “Y/N! Come on you have to get out the house love you’ve been trapped in here for a month already.” She begs, I shrug and pull the blanket over my head again. “OH NO YOU DON’T" Sunny’s tone serious as she yanks the comforter off of the bed “Get your ass up I’m not taking no for an answer we’re going out cause the best way to get over some guy is to get under a hotter much better one” She tosses 3 dresses on my form “Take a shower and pick one of these 3 dresses and get dressed I have the shoes okay?”.

Nodding hesitantly as I sit up “Bitch your scary sometimes........ Fine I'll go but no guys okay? One guy for me and I'm gone” Her smile returns to her face as she winks “Promise! Love ya” she says seductively as she walks out. Trudging toward the bathroom my heart drops, the memory of the last time I went out returning to my head. Jungkook’s jealousy, his need for me when we got home. My fingers softly touch my lips as I lock the door behind me. The feeling of Jungkook’s soft lips return to me, my heart racing. The way he sounded as he lost himself inside me has me growing wet.

The sight of his face when he realized I was leaving, the heart break and panic returning to break my heart. The hot water consuming me in my thoughts as I wash myself. Soon I’m dressed with the least revealing dress Sunny has left for me. My anxiety rising in the pit of my stomach. My heart threatening to jump out of my chest as I walk into Sunny’s room.

“OKAY BODY!!!” She shouts excitedly. Soon we’re pulling up to a nice restaurant, “Sunny what are we doing here” She laughs “eating”. Slowly I get out of the car staring at the restaurant walking in hesitantly behind Sunny. The restaurant was definitely expensive, the hostess leading us to a private booth that sat 2 gentlemen in suits. “Sunny are you fucking kidding me?!” I stop walking. “Y/N please, I REALLY like this guy and the only way he was gonna go out with me was if I brought a friend for his friend. I’ll owe you BIG” She states sadly as she makes a puppy dog face. “FINE since I'm already here but don’t expect anything I mean I AM still married” “Of course!”

Dinner actually goes pretty well, Min-Jun is really cute for Sunny they're both extremely outgoing. Min-Jun's friend Sang is a little more what I expected from a man in such an expensive suit. An heir to some fortune with a lot of knowledge of my father's business. Sang is extremely cocky, his wealth known with how he holds himself. The way he treated the staff, as if they worked for him personally. This type of wealthy man was the type I despised. Sang reminding me a lot of Jungkook when I first met him. A spoiled rich boy that daddy took care of.

My mind comparing Sang to Jungkook constantly. The difference in personality, Jungkook always being a little more down to earth. Jungkook has always been one of the most sought-after men in all of Seoul, holding himself in high regard without giving off complete arrogance. Sang was different.... He was opposite of what I could ever want. His shameless flirting disgusting me at every cliché line. Ordering more and more glasses of wine with dinner to tolerate it.

“You okay kitten?” Sang questions grabbing my hand. My eyes drifting to where our bodies meet, my hand feeling oddly small in his uncomfortable. “Y/N can be a little.....shy sometimes” Sunny speaks up, my eyes flash to her smiling. “SO! I really want to dance should we go clubbing? Y/N?” Clubbing...Drinks...Forget....yes anything to forget. I nod “I'm down.”

The club is packed, I’ve had I don’t know how many shots. Sunny and Min-Jun pressed against the bar making out. Sang rambling on all the new extensions he is having done to his new mansion. His flirting becoming more persistent, “So Y/N do you want to like get out of here?”. Disgust appearing on my face, slurring my words “Hell-l n-no". A confused look appears on Sang’s face “Look I’m ma-rried and-d honestly you're-e irritating-g I-I did thi-s for Sunny” I laugh “I wouldn’t look twice at you otherwise” “Y/N!” Sunny shouts.

“I’m so sorry about her she’s drunk” She apologizes to Sang. “Sunny don’t apologize to him he’s a douche-bag and you know it” I slur, a knowing look popping up on her face, “Oh I'm sorry I didn’t know that the only douche-bags you go for were the ones that treat you like shit, use you for sex, and then sleep with another woman in the same hour he sleeps with you . Right Y/N?” Tears forming in my eyes “Wow! REALLY?! No problem Sunny I’ll I have my stuff out before you get back have a nice night. And Sang you're a pathetic prick and no woman wants an insecure little boy bragging to her all night” The laughter taking over my body as I walk off. “You vindictive bitch!” Sang shouts grabbing my forearm. “Let me go” I yank my arm, his grip growing tighter. “No! You owe me I wasted my whole night on your spoiled bratty attitude the least you could do was give me want I want” He snarls.

EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE, before I can get my words out a familiar voice cuts me off from behind me, making me sober the second the sexy harsh voice entered my ears. My body stuck, “If you want to live to see tomorrow, I’d suggest you take your hand off of my wife”

A small gasp escapes my lips as my heart freezes. “Jungkook”

#BTS jungkook #jungkook angst #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut

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vesuviannights · 5 years

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how does one write smut without wanting to curl up and squeal like a baby every time one mentions doing anything intimate

This started off as some general advice but then got so super specific because I felt like I had so much to give on this topic because I have BEEN THERE MY DUDE. I have been the one who would blush at the word ‘cock’, who struggled to be any more detailed than ‘kiss, grunt, sigh’. I feel you.

Now let me tell ya a story all about how

–jk I don’t want to write the whole rap.

Firstly, I think the most important thing is to write whatever you are comfortable writing and if you do want to write some filthy, filthy goodness then it’s all about those small steps. That could mean you start out having characters kiss, then move to groping when you’re ready, then a little grinding, then some clothes off, etc. all the way down to chocking on the cock of partner #1 while being eaten out by partner #2. OR, it could mean that you struggle at the kissing stage for what feels like forever and then suddenly wake up one day and have ‘cock’ as every second word, and both are 100% VALID ways of doing it, as is everything in between.

For me? It was, strangely enough, a combination of: saying it out loud to myself, being able to physically try out what I write, and the advances/increase in availability of eBooks.

Hear me out:

1. Reading it out loud, for me at least, allowed me to lessen the taboo of what I was writing and also become less ‘blushing squirming mess’ and more ‘okay yeah it’s a cock going into a tight little asshole while the owner is being choked cool beans’. Like…no matter what you write, it will never be as awkward as saying it out loud, so if you CAN say it out loud - even muttering a few sentences of what you write - it seems to take away a bit of the embarrassment. Also, as a general rule for any type of writing, you can pick up on awkward phrasing and wording this way! If something doesn’t sound sexy out loud, it probably definitely isn’t sexy in writing or in your readers mind. Add some adjectives. Use some filthy language. Roll the word ‘cock’ around on your tongue 10, 20, 50 times until it doesn’t sound awkward and sounds like the sexiest motherfucking thing you’ve ever said in your life. If ‘cock’ isn’t to your liking, try other words for it that sound nicer to you - use words relating to body parts YOU have so it doesn’t feel like you’re awkwardly describing another person’s body, just yours.

2. If you have a partner you would be comfortable with, you can 100% put into practise what you want to write about or what you have read. Again, make sure you are comfortable with them and trust them, and that they also return these feelings. This serves the purpose of letting you try things out and becoming more comfortable with them physically (same principle as above, if you can DO it - even a lil bit - it’ll make the writing it seem less terrifying) and also that if you do write it, it’s going to be more realistic and amazing because it’s based off real people and experiences. This can be literally anything from the dirty talk to the physical. I find that, for me at least, this builds confidence and again, kills the taboo around it.

3. EBOOOKS. As someone who was born in the 90s, I was exposed solely to paperback books until about 14, when a friend introduced me to FF.net. I, a dumb 14 year old who was growing up in the age of new technology, didn’t entirely get the concept of browser history and so when I decided to start looking up M and E rated fiction, of course my parents found out and I was MORTIFIED. This really set me back in writing anything like that. But then, the glorious revolution of EBOOKS ARRIVED!! I was able to download anything I wanted, sometimes for free, keep it on my computer to access whenever I wanted, and no one had to see the ‘embarrassing’ covers of what I was reading - AKA access to fabulous porn without anyone knowing what it was. Ebook erotica can be hit or miss, with some really great and realistic porn featuring real people who remember lubricant and consent are a thing, all the way to people who go straight for anal with no foreplay or assistance and come in 2 minutes from someone touching their ‘crucifix nail nipples’ (still can’t get that image out of my mind tbh). My advice? If you can, read it all. Read the terrible stuff. Read the good stuff. You’ll learn so much more and actually have a great time laughing at some of the bad stuff while learning from it. I also find regular ebook erotica is better for the purposes of LEARNING and building confidence with writing intimate situations/overcoming that writing barrier because you don’t have the added addition of having to picture actors/characters like you do in fan fiction. If I’m reading about Harry and Ron tag-teaming Hermione in the Owlery, a part of me - no matter how hot the writing is - is always going to be caught up with the nuances of the book, the characters, if they would really do THAT, etc. because I have seen them produced in movie form with actors, I have emotional attachments to them. That is literally just how my mind works, and of course you can learn so much from fan fiction writers, but give it a try!

TO CONCLUDE, it’s just about YOU, at the end of the day. Whether you never plan on showing anyone your filthy smut ever, whether you plan on throwing it out on the internet with your face plastered over it, it’s all about u my dude. What you feel comfortable doing, at the pace you feel comfortable doing it, as you learn to do it and become comfortable. So many things will change what you are comfortable in writing, and it’s not just the physical act of writing it - it’s the real life experience, it’s every embarrassing thought you’ve had about another person who was attractive to you, it’s that one comment someone left on your G rated fiction about how you misspelled the word ‘road’ that has never left your mind.

YOU👏🏻DO👏🏻YOU👏🏻MY👏🏻DUDE

Write a sentence. Write me a literal sentence of the filthiest shit you can and send it to my inbox on anon or otherwise. I won’t even publish it. Just do it so u know you can and so I can melt a lil from it.

#claire speaks #so fuckin much #creative writing with ms claire #longpost #asks

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sauveteen · 6 years

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Can you write a blurb or an imagine where you’re pissed because he’s not showing you enough attention and seems to find everything more important than you? And when you confront him he just calls you an unsupportive girlfriend so you say you’ll leave and he’s pretending to not care. But the second you walk out of that door he’s in tears and whimpering that he’s sorry and for you to come back and you can’t help but to laugh because he’s an idiot.

“The dictionary describes priority as the fact or condition of being regarded or treated as more important than others,” You recite, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest, “You, however, Shawn, describe priority as anything and everything to do with anything and everything that is not me.”

“I know you were in the debate society in school but this is a little extra for even you, babe.”

“Hardy har har, Shawn, you’re a riot.”

“Don’t I know?”

“You're— you're—,” You stumble on your words, tugging helplessly at your loose hair, “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I do try.”

“Stop being so unresponsive and painfully unfunny! God, Shawn! This isn’t Friends!”

“What do you want me to say, huh?” Shawn raises his eyebrows, hands animatedly flying around, “Want me to apologise for doing something I don’t even know I did? For putting my career first? What exactly is it that’s making you act like such a bitch?”

“Maybe the fact that you make absolutely no effort anymore? You literally treat me like one of your bros, Shawn. You’ll comment cool, dawg on my Instagrams and not text me back.”

“I comment that because it’s funny.”

“Okay, sure, but ghosting me isn't funny!”

“Hmm, contextual.”

“Shawn!”

Shawn plops down on the couch, body immediately deflating as the soft leather takes him in, “I just feel like—,” He waves a hand at you, as if trying to put his words into actions, “Like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. So what if I don’t reply? I get busy.”

“But not busy enough to comment mmm mami on a picture of a book I posted?”

“I told you that’s funny!”

“Shawn,” You open and close your mouth, trying to gather your words, “You forgot about our anniversary! That’s literally the one thing that sets me apart from your bros! Well, that and the fact that you get to put your dick in me… but, but that’s not the point!”

“I was an ocean away. Sorry I got a bit caught up and couldn’t exactly serenade you with my love?”

“A simple text would’ve sufficed.”

“No, I can hear you saying that right now,” Shawn points a finger at you, wagging it accusingly, “But had I texted, you would’ve said something painfully predictable like So you can text back but not call me?”

“So you just chose to completely ignore me?”

“Sometimes you make tough decisions in life, hun.”

“What about my birthday, then? You were in town. Literally a mile away from my house. Yet you were a no-show, and my parents thought you knocked me up and left me. My parents love you, and they thought that the only way you wouldn’t show up for my twenty first is if your immature ass knocked me up. So that’s where we are right now.”

“I was in the studio!”

“Yes, recording a very important song about your ex while your current girlfriend cried herself to sleep. Bravo, Shawn,” You clap slowly, fighting the urge to cry. It’s hard, though, because the Shawn you fell in love with and the Shawn who’s pulling out excuses after excuses for his poor behaviour towards you are definitely not the same people, and you have no idea how you can fix it, “If you keep going like you are right now, you’ll have another ex to write your songs about. About how much of a bitch she was being because you couldn’t give her any attention. Is that what you want?”

“Wouldn’t mind,” Shawn mumbles, although his heart aches to just pull you in and give you a hug. He doesn’t know you’d been feeling this way, because you had always asked him to put his career before everything, even yourself. He can’t help the words that fall out of his lips after, “Maybe I’ll write about how unsupportive she was, too.”

That’s the last straw for you. Grabbing your phone, you shove it into your pocket, muttering, “Have a nice life, asshole. Hope the album comes along well.”

You expect him to stop you, to at least apologise for the shitty stuff he’d been saying to you the entire night, for the way he’d been behaving with you for the past few months, but he only yells after you, “Thanks! Hope you win the Young Debater Award, although you’re way too old to be competing!”

You slam the door shut after you, chest heaving. Squeezing your eyes shut, you will the tears back into your body, not finding the argument worthy to be crying over. You understand he’s frustrated, you understand that he’s under immense pressure from fans and management alike to pump out a banger album, but it doesn’t take much to apologise. Or to send a good morning text. Or to just reply to your long ass messages with a heart emoji. You’d be willing to take anything if it only meant that he’d treat you like his girlfriend and not his pet.

With your back pressed against the wall, you stand there for a few minutes, not trusting yourself behind the wheel with your adrenaline at an all time high. Not long after, you hear quiet sniffles emanating from inside the house, and your eyebrows immediately furrow in worry. Did Shawn hurt himself? You wouldn’t put it past him, since he’s literally the clumsiest person you know. Tripped over a goddamn stool, for all you know. Turning around, wiping at your eyes so you can’t give him the pleasure of knowing he made you cry, you shove your key into the lock and swing the door open. Eyes mapping across the living room to see your boyfriend crouched on the floor, rocking back and forth, his head buried in his knees.

“Shawn?” You question, walking towards him, causing his head to immediately fly up, eyes red and curls an absolute mess. Well, messier than usual, and that’s saying a lot. He stumbles up to his feet, pressing his palms against the ground for leverage, and all but flies towards you. You stumble for balance as his arms wrap around you, head dropping into the crook of your neck. He starts mumbling these incoherent words into your shirt and you have to pull him away to try and understand what he’s saying.

“What happened? Why are you crying, bub?”

“I’m so sorry!” Shawn shrieks, and your eyes widen as you lean away in surprise, “I didn’t mean any of that, I swear to God! I love you! You’re my favourite girlfriend! And you’re so supportive! And— and, and happy birthday! And happy anniversary! Both belated—”

You don’t know when you start laughing, but you think you know why. It’s the way he’s all hot and bothered, red faced, tears streaming down his face. The way he’s shouting apologies at you like you’re going to stab him in the head if he doesn’t. And the way he looks like a child left without his mother, wailing his way through the store, that has you giggling like an idiot while he continues to cry.

“Why are you laughing?” He demands through his tears, arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Because you’re crying. And for no good reason.”

“For no good reason?!” He shrieks this part too, and you feel like all the falsetto singing has really gone to his head, “I thought you broke up with me,” He’s wailing again, trying desperately hard to stop his incoming tears, and to no avail, “That’s the good-est reason!”

“Why would I break up with you?” You push his curls away from his face, using your thumbs to wipe at his tears. His skin feels warm under your hands, and he gulps when you lean into to press a kiss against his nose, “You’re the idiot here, not me.”

“Exactly. Because I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t treat you right. And screams at you when you try to better me. And puts everything above you when I know I shouldn’t but God I’m so in love with you that I can’t think straight and it scares me to be alone in a room with you where I can’t dodge you and—”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“We’re in love, Shawn. We can have fights without breaking up. Or crying. I’m not going anywhere, bubba. But you do need to work on your priorities, you understand that, right?”

Shawn nods, eyes wide and hair flopping with the movement, and you can’t help the soft smile of adoration that takes over your face.

“And sometimes I’ll get mad at you. And you’ll get mad at me. But that doesn’t mean that we’re breaking up, okay? I love you.”

Shawn sniffs, bending his neck to wipe his face at his shoulder. He then nods, tightening his grip around you as he presses a kiss against your lips, instantly pulling away to start rambling again, “I’m genuinely, truly, honestly, swear to God, so, so sorry. I was just so caught up in all the recording and the travelling and the—”

“Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you just kiss me so I know we’re good?”

The smile that blows up on Shawn’s face then has you regretting the fact that you even insinuated the fight in the first place, but you knew it was necessary. Being in love doesn’t mean that you don’t try to correct your significant other when they do something wrong, does it? No, it means constantly helping them better themselves and them helping you better yourself so you can both grow to be the best versions of you — together. And that’s exactly why you don’t regret making your stupid boyfriend cry, with no fault of either of you; because you’re in love, head over fucking heels for each other.

“I really want nothing more, hun.”

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spacedriftingqueen · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan x Reader

Oneshot

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: Swearing (I think), Slipping the tongues (kissing)

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You had been with the gang for a while, all looking out for one another whether that be by feeding, clothing and healing you. You came to love them, they aren’t bad people but they aren’t good neither but everyone has a flaw, ain’t one person a saint.

“Mornin’ creeper.” You had just stepped out from behind a tree, John sat on the riverbank with his feet barely touching the water. You see, you had been born with ‘the mute’ you couldn’t talk, you couldn’t make a sound. Hell, even your cough and sneeze didn’t have a sound to it. You flipped John the finger which made him laughed as he taunted you. Looking out over the water, you sighed quietly. “You wanna go swimmin?” John asked looking up from the gun he had in hands as he cleaned it, shaking your head you had pointed towards him. John pulled a face and looked back out over the rippling water. “No no, am good. I drink water, not swim in it.” He spoke with the voice of fear, you couldn’t question him further so you took a seat in the dirt beside his frame. You tapped his shoulder to break his attention from his weapon, once he looked to you, you had ran three fingers down your face in motion to his wounds from his encounter with wolves.

“My face? It’s doing fine lil’ miss. Don’t you worry.” He gave you a genuine smile which caused an effect for you to smile back, before you could tap his shoulder to annoy him once more, ‘Arthur is back.’ Came the voice of Kieran from camp, having no voice gave you the ability to have better hearing. Turning your head, John looked to see what you are looking back and spotted the blue shirt wearing man hitching his horse. John looked at your face and investigated it, your eyes as big as does. “Seems the creeper has a little love interest.”

He chuckled quietly, his shoulders bouncing up and down from it. You slapped his shoulder and silently scoffed, just a puff of air coming out. Arthur hadn’t paid you no notice in a while, last time he had spoken to you was a while back when he caught you snooping in his journal. He was mad, real mad. You had flinched away when he raised his hand, sure he felt bad about it but damn, you shouldn’t have went through his stuff without his consent.

“I say you walk your little pretty self over there and..” before John could even finish his smart arse comment you had gotten up from the dirt and began heading over to Arthur who had began to pour himself a bowl of the rabbit stew. Reaching up, you bit back and pulled your hand away, nervously looking around then finally reaching to tap his shoulder, he wore his blue jacket that matched his jeans and eyes, made him stand tall and look ever so handsome. “What now-“ He grumbled, tired from his long ride. His face crumpled and softened like a peach sat in the sun for too long when he caught a glance at you standing no higher than his chest. “Howdy little (y/n), you can bother me anytime since ya’ quieter than a field mouse. I see Sadie got you dressing like us folk too.” You flatted your hands down the torn thigh covered jeans, the shirt is a soft salmon pink ‘you look dressed to the nines.’ Sadie commented leading you to Karen for help with your hair, it had been something similar to a birds nest of recent but Karen soon brushed it out and braided it right back, playing hide and go seek with jack in the bushes had pulled out some loose ends but you looked pretty, so Arthur thought.

“Take a walk with me as I eat girlie, brought us some fresh fish if you want to pour yourself a plate once Pearson has finished ruining it.” You shook your head, you weren’t hungry. Thirsty yes, you could do with a glass of water with how dry and dusty your throat felt. Arthur ate his stew quickly as you both silently walked around the outskirts of the camp. Once his plate is clean he put it into his bag and pulled out a journal similar to his own but blue, the back slightly roughed up a bit but it was lovable enough. “Here.” He tossed the thing into your arms without warning, “I know you can read, so you must know how’t write. Next time I catch you reading what I wrote, I’ll jam that pretty little nose between the pages and paint you a picture with the blood you leave behind.” Arthur gained all seriousness before he choked out a coughy laugh that wheezed in his chest. “I’m kidding girl, stop looking like a deer in the lantern lights. Makes me wanna tie you down like one.” He stomped off, his boots leaving prints behind him.

Tilting your head, Arthur is a strange one that’s for sure. He could climb into a grave and charm whoever was inside the hole, he could punch your mama and make you say thank you for it. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand him other than the fact he is the sweetest asshole around. You felt the cold presence of someone peering over your shoulder, you jumped as you turned catching Marston peering with a smile. “What you got?” You didn’t keep secrets from John, if you could talk, he’d know everything you knew. Handing the book over, he took it and flicked his fingers through the pages while nodding. “This is nice (y/n), ain’t nothing fancy but it’s leather back. Either Arthur robbed this or bought it for a pretty penny.” He gave you the journal back and tossed you a known smile as he shuffled past you.

“Love is in the air folks.” He hollered to himself walking into camp while You shook your head and headed off to your tent to store the journal away so it didn’t get lost or caught up amongst the other books in camp. Pulling back the cloth tarp that made do as a flap, you got a fright when you spotted Arthur laid out in your clot while smoking a cigarette. “M’sorry if I startled you, just figured since you come along and invade my space, maybe I should do the same to you.” You closed the flap over, you didn’t mind him invading your space. Infact you wouldn’t have minded him coming a little closer.

The smell of the sour wet mud filled the tent, the smoke from his cigarette made it cloudy and the heat for both your bodies made it unbearable. You wanted to pull at your collar and gulp, Arthur swung his legs off your cot and patted down the space beside him. “Come sit, I don’t bite.” You took the space beside him, he didn’t scare you nor threaten you. He’s just a man, what’s the worse he can do? You thought looking up at him with a smile. “It might take a little longer for us to have a conversation.” He motioned towards the journal while pulling out a pencil from the inside of his coat and holding it to you. “But it’s a start.” You took the pencil and began to write down on the first page, your handwriting a little wonky after sometime but it’s readable. You held the page up to Arthur who scowled as he read. “Hi, that’s all ya’ gonna write?” He muttered a ‘jeez’ under his breath as he looked around. “You been, ‘spying’ on anybody of recent?” He’s questioning you, he wants to know what you know.

You began to write down in the page furiously, turning it to him he read it aloud. “Dutch has gotten paranoid. Yeah well, it’ll be fine. He hasn’t started anything.” He sighed rubbing his thighs. You wrote down ‘yet’ on the paper and turned it to Arthur with a lopsided smile. He coughed a laugh, his cough getting worse over the past few weeks. “I’ll deal with it (y/n) don’t go worrying about ole’ Dutch.” You blew out a snort and began to write, Arthur watched the pencil move on the page rather than waiting for you to turn it for him to read. “Don’t worry bout’ that-“ he tilted his head as you continued, “-I only worry about you.”

You tried to hide the blush as he breathed over you, “you shouldn’t worry about me, I ain’t no good man.” You rolled your eyes, here came that ‘I ain’t a good man.’ Famous tagline of his, You sweared that would be written on his headstone. Quickly, on impulse and lust you had reached your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, the back of his neck felt oily and slick, your nails scraped along at ease as your tips curled the bottom of his hairline, tugging softly but it was sharp enough for a groan to leave his lips and into your lungs. Pulling away, your hands came to his cheeks, his hands never left his thighs, the respectable gentleman you always knew he was never laid a finger on you. You let your forehead rest on his for a moment before writing again. Arthur read along; “I wouldn’t let a bad man kiss me, you are a bad man but you aren’t that bad.”

Arthur huffed and shrugged one shoulder with a swift roll of it and a crack of the neck. “That was uh, unexpected.” He plucked a small stick from your hair and smiled at it as he tossed it into the dirt. He took a real good look at you, a real one. Not just a passing glance, sure you aren’t Mary. You don’t have the skills like Sadie but you are you’re own voiceless woman who he would proudly voice an opinion for. “Wanna try this again sweetheart?”

Before you could nod, or write ‘yes’ in the journal he took it from your hands and tossed it on the grass and took a firm hold of you, the way a man should hold his lady. “This, is how a real man kisses his little lady.”

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flyswhumpcenter · 6 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card!

Don’t ask me why. It’s like I did a 360° on my ideas about being that one local whump hipster asshole. It wasn’t even a request, but the art block was stronk and the tentation even stronker so... DBH whump! I can’t explain, just take it! Father-son Hank & Connor + “Blood from the Mouth” wasn’t in my inbox but fuck it. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Nothing Ever Goes Right Around Here

Summary: It was supposed to be a normal case of missing deviants, goddammit. Instead, it turned into a shower of blue blood.

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Wordcount: 3.5K words

Event organized by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

There was this thing about being in the police that all cops knew about: the danger of death. Unless you were stuck behind a terminal waiting for shit to happen or filling goddamn paperwork for the tenth time in two days, you were going to put your life in danger. Criminals were all over trying to get away with their crimes: if it meant killing an officer or two to evade it, then they’d probably do it.

Everyone was aware of these dangers when androids started to become a thing. Housekeeping and making stuff in huge hangars in what used to be the desert part of Detroit hadn’t been enough to contain the “epidemic”: in the end, that one corp named CyberLife had managed to slip some of policer/detective/whatever robots in the police forces to fight against other robots having gone deviant/defective/however they called it.

In a way, Hank could say his career changed the day he had gotten a partner assigned to him in 2018 Anno Domini (and he only knew what “AD” stood for because he once had gotten through a torrential lecture about it, holy shit that had been boring as balls). A non-human partner. A plastic prick assigned to him because now he was investigating androids or something. Wished he had been warned about facing these assholes before Fowler had slammed them in his face. Would have been nice to get prepared, y’know.

The thing was awkward to look at. It looked goofy with puppy eyes, a haircut which seemed to have dated back from when he was born and with a weird-ass voice with a weird-ass accent. “CyberLife androids are conceived to work harmoniously with humans”, sure. It kept trying to do some fake small talk, including such classics as “I like dogs” and “Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?”.

It wasn’t like it wouldn’t follow him around all the goddamn time. The thing was tenacious as fuck: no matter how many times he’d tell it “don’t go there, you’re gonna get killed”, it’d still do so. Fucking prick. Drinking himself to death? It’d break his window. Eating lunch? It was there, commenting on his street friends taking part in illegal gambles. Getting shot in the fucking head? It’d come back the next day as if nothing had happened, “My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed, but I was sent as a replacement”.

After a while, though, Hank noticed himself warming up to the fucking robot. In fact, he started to refer to the latter as a “he” instead of just “it”. In a way, advanced androids showed: at times, Connor was more human than he would have liked his artificial partner to be. It was too real when he had had to slam his heart back into his chest as it bleed blue everywhere in a staff room.

Way too real.

In the end, deviant androids weren’t in the wrong and lead a peaceful revolution. Bigotry was still there (when wasn’t it? Being an asshole was a part of being a human being), insults and slurs were still there, deviants hating humans and vice-versa were still there. The world would change, he figured. It always did, so why wouldn’t it change this time? Androids had claimed back the tower in which they had once been conceived, built and stocked: it was already changing.

It was easy to perceive: instead of just having some kind of plastic partner crossed with a poodle trying to sound human, he had a workmate with just a different colour of blood and way to express himself (“androids cannot die, we get shutdown”, “androids cannot get sick, Hank, they can get infected”, yada yada yada). In a way, Connor was the son he had never gotten the chance to see grow up, but he’d be damned if he ever spat that in front of the kid.

It wasn’t about hunting down deviants for the sake of making them go back to being machines anymore, at the DPD. Now, it was about hunting down violent deviants, find missing androids scared by deviancy, or arresting even more assholes killing androids. Hank wished he didn’t know android sex trafficking was a thing, but it was a few cases too late. It was better than before: he didn’t feel like he was being an ass just for making his job. Connor still licked blood off the floor as if it wasn’t any big deal (God, that was still gross as fuck), but it was better.

So now, he was teamed with a sentient android investigating android-related cases and it wasn’t even swerving his hate nerve anymore. Getting over what had happened to Cole was finally going somewhere thanks to him not being a blind piece of shit about it anymore. How things had changed in such a short span of time.

All this had brought him to this day. They had been assigned to the case of the disappearance of an SR300 which had apparently gone deviant and fled the place with a similar model, a JL900. Both were android models specialized in education and teaching, and had fled from the high school they were used in.

“I guess being a teach is only slightly better than findin’ corpses on the ground,” Hank grunted as he turned on the car. “These two must have fled because the brats weren’t worth the shitty-ass wage.”

“According to witness accounts, the two have taken shelter in a nearby abandoned school, of which the current school is a rebuilt one,” Connor stated, looking through window to a decrepit building barely standing.

They both got out of the car, making their way to the old building. It was a disaster to look at: shattered windows, rotting walls with tags all over them, shards of glass and wood on the concrete, weeds starting to take over the entire place and a few animal corpses to sell the thing. It seemed like little shits liked to come here to get a quick laugh by being assholes to innocent animals.

“Look at this. Isn’t it a place where ya wanted to spend a nice afternoon, Connor?” he asked his partner who looked way more serious than he was.

“We usually visit unpleasant locations such as this one,” he replied with an unnatural seriousness. “I don’t see how this is any worse than our usual investigations.”

“Ain’t wrong.”

They walked into the building through its busted doors, glass breaking even more under their footsteps. The walls weren’t just about to collapse under the weight of four abandoned floors: they were also covered in incoherent, compulsive writings.

“The words on the walls were both written by humans and androids. They used a standard font to write about rA9 again…” Connor seemed to mutter to himself as he scanned the walls.

“So both have been there, huh. That’s just fantastic. We’re trying to find androids and we’re faced with the possibility of humans having put their dirty noses in there.”

The ground floor was at times inaccessible, huge chunks of wood and concrete having long since blocked most corridors to what seemed to have been administration-related rooms. Oh well, was for the best: the less places to access, the less to actually investigate. Moreover, it blocked most of the staircases, which meant there was no risky stair climbing today. Hey, if the place wasn’t so creepy and such a hazard, it wouldn’t be too bad of an investigation.

But there was a catch to it (there was always a catch to things anyway): there were two ways to go. They’d have to either split up and cover more field or remain together but lose time. He couldn’t tell all by himself what thing to do, even if he was more inclined to split and spend less time in this goddamn debris of a place.

“Which way is the most likely to have these deviants, Connor?” he asked, thinking some fancy-shmancy scan ability could maybe make that easier.

“I can’t tell. The writings on the walls seem to be very similar on both ways.”

His LED cycled to yellow, a sure sign he was scanning something, perhaps simulating, if he wasn’t wrong about these specificities that was.

“I’d go as far as to say the two androids could have gone either way and could have split at some point.”

“Fuck. Let’s split too then. I’m going left, you’re going right, got it?”

“Got it.”

Gun in a hand and a flashlight in the other, Hank made his way into the left corridor. It was everything an abandoned school would be in a clichéd horror movie: blood dried on the walls, broken wooden floor tainted in red (from what, he didn’t want to know), incoherent tags filled with penis crudely drown on former paint job… Truly the “work” of some shitheads.

Doors to classrooms were completely busted, revealing most of the furniture had either been moved to the new school or had been stolen. Because of the state of the building, these rooms were all identical: dark, smelling like wet red ice, rotting and just unpleasant to look at for more than three seconds.

Eventually, his eyes stumbled upon two blue diodes shining in the dark. The deviants were in the last room of the corridor (of course). Making sure to have his gunned hand lowered (if seeing Connor act upon deviants had told him something, it was that being unarmed was better in these cases) and the flashlight more visible. Violent confrontation wasn’t really his cup of coffee these days.

He shined his light onto the two female androids, revealing them to have been sitting still on top of a desk. They didn’t look that scared or surprised to see him, as if they had expected him to come in at some point. He wasn’t the stealthiest cop around, to be fair.

“Detroit Police,” he told them as he put his gun in its holder for the moment. “Stay put.”

They didn’t say anything back, just stayed there. They were still dressed in their factory uniforms, looking undisturbed enough to seem like they had never gone deviant in the first place.

“What? You’re not reacting or trying to kill me or something?”

The SR300, a brown-haired one with blue eyes, got up and walked closer to him.

“We don’t have to fear anything from you. We already know who you are and who you came with.”

“Guess info does spread amongst deviants. Look, I’m not good at negotiating, especially compared to my partner, but I still wanna know why you fled the place like that. Was it the brats?”

That was soft coming from him, but he didn’t feel threatened by two female androids smaller than him.

The second android got up too, revealing herself to have brown eyes, darker than Connor’s he’d say, even if the shitty lighting of the place didn’t help.

“We didn’t know what they’d do with us once they knew we were deviants. It was starting to look too obvious.”

“Who, the brats? I don’t think they’d give two shits. Kids are usually nicer than adults about that kind of stuff.”

If he remembered one anecdote from Connor before the latter had deviated, it was the one about the little girl who was taken hostage by the family’s android she loved.

“No, the school staff,” SR900 interjected. “Discrimination against androids is still a thing for us deviants. These dicks wouldn’t want us to think too much. Ironic, considering that’s what school is supposed to teach the kids.”

An android who cursed freely. Felt like talking to a real human for a second over there.

“We escaped so we wouldn’t be chained to our original, programmed mindset,” JL900 added. “Being free is being able to think for ourselves and being able to teach how we want. For once, the students aren’t the issue.”

“So ya escaped because ya wanted free will, right? Seems like a cool motive. Ya killed people while ya were at it?”

“We’re supposed to be teacher androids, Lieutenant.” JL900 seemed offended at this. “We wouldn’t kill people. I don’t think we’ve even unlocked that.”

“Now, if you want a killer deviant, there’s one in the building,” SR300 said as she glanced towards the corridor. “We were about to leave the place anyway, it was just so they’d lose track of us. Now, if I was you, I’d leave too.”

Wait, how did they know he was a lieutenant? Huh, no, wait again. There was something worse about this.

“There’s another deviant in there?!”

SR300 didn’t seem this disturbed.

“Yeah. A deviant with a knack against other androids and humans alike. He calls himself Brandon, if you ever come across him.”

JL900 didn’t seem this tranquil with it, though.

“Sarah,” she said as she looked at the other android, “isn’t Lieutenant Anderson always accompanied by an android?”

“Oh, yeah, he is,” she replied looking at the ceiling, before starting at him again. “You should go check on your partner, Brandon may have found him.”

That smelled like shit. The calmness of that swearing android was pissing him off beyond reason, to the point he wanted to scream at her for not telling him earlier, but Connor was a priority there.

Not even saying something again, Hank hurried to the other end of the corridor he had gone in and into the one he hadn’t been in before. As he did so, he armed his other hand with his gun, determined to make it to where the deviant was and shoot him in the head if it meant having his partner alive and perhaps saving the two pacifist androids in the back over there.

As he did so, the stench of the place had changed. It smelled much, much more like plastic and machinery. It was probably his mind playing tricks on him, considering he was getting concerned and almost scared of finding Connor in pieces by that point.

Getting breathless, he stopped running, trying to catch his breath as soon as possible. Heart beating against his ribcage, cursing himself for having tried to attract death glass after glass, his hand dropped down, lighting the floor. There was this weird ambient noise of someone dragging something on the floor,

His eyes went wild when he noticed there were drops of blue. Whatever Connor had to get his parts functional was spilled on the floor, his or not. Considering the short timespan during which it’d stay wet, it had to belong to one of the four androids in the building. Also considering the pristine condition of the two female androids he had just left, despite the place where they were, it had to belong to either Connor or the deviant. He needed to act fast.

As he was about to continue delving into the corridors, something grabbed his ankle, almost making him fall.

“Goddammit! Don’t pull my legs, for fuck’s…”

His heart skipped a beat.

“Jesus Christ!!”

The hand clutching his ankle belonged to Connor, whom he kneeled in front of. There was blue blood all over the android’s fingers and dripping from his mouth, ragged breathing also coming out from it.

“Goddammit, Connor, you’re okay?! What happened to ya?!”

“A deviant… shot me in one of the classrooms… He’s armed…”

“God fucking dammit…”

Putting his partner’s head on his lap, Hank put the gun back in this pocket and shone the light on the android. It wasn’t too hard to spot the wound: there was a blue hole right in his chest from which liquid oozed, tainting everything it touched in cobaltic tones. The damage seemed to have been enough for Connor to cough up even more blood, all contributing to tainting even more of the place blue.

It was a storm inside Hank’s head. Should he try to stop the haemorrhage the same way he’d so with a human, with red blood? It didn’t cost anything to try. He put his hand on there, trying to use pressure to his advantage, when footsteps arrived next to him.

There was no LED light around the footsteps’ noise. A “shit” escaped his mouth as he realized this wasn’t any of the two girls from before, but the last deviant in the building. The one with the homicidal tendencies and a lack of empathy to his fellow androids. He needed to get rid of it before it got rid of him.

Regretfully targeting his flashlight towards the deviant, other hand already moving from the wound to his pocket and to his gun, he noticed there was a barrel pointed right between his own two eyes. This was going to end in a bloodbath, wasn’t it.

“Sorry, son,” he whispered under his breath as if Connor could hear it, ready to shoot and get shot, until the barrel disappeared from his immediate vision.

Two lights had appeared in his field of vision.

“Sir!” SR300’s voice rose from the darkness. “Get away from here as fast as possible! We’re gonna keep him in there long enough, don’t worry for us!”

He wished he didn’t have to resort to that, but seeing Connor cough up some more blue blood was giving him the urge to leave as soon as possible.

“We… we can’t leave them here…” Connor said with echo in his voice and liquid pouring out as Hank was putting him over his shoulder.

“We can’t wait around here, or you’re gonna die! No officer dies on my watch!”

It was a chore to get moving with someone barely able to walk weighing down on his shoulder, but it had to be done. His partner was attempting to speak despite the leak continuing. Hand on his phone, phone to his ear, ear twitching, he was barking into it to request backup and some kind of medical assistance for androids, whatever that was called.

“Hang on there, we’ll get you to safety and repaired in no time. Just… don’t die on me.”

Connor attempted to speak, only for more blue to come out from it, spilling on the ground.

“And don’t speak, Jesus Christ! You’re gonna make yourself even worse if you do that!”

Sirens filled the air, lights blinded the eyes, backup deafening sounds and visuals alike. That had been tougher than expected… Of course it’d be. Why did he have expectations of anything going right, again? At least, question solved, right?

If there was a thing Hank hated deep down, it was waiting for something to happen whenever things turned to shit. He was covered in blue, staring at the wall in a fucking waiting room because he couldn’t focus on anything else. Order from Fowler himself, he didn’t need to add another page to the goddamn bible that was his behaviour history.

The kid had been shot in the chest and he couldn’t have done much about it. He knew he couldn’t have guessed, couldn’t have known, but it still felt like his fault nonetheless. He didn’t care if Connor was supposed to just be robotics with a humanoid face, he was still alive and he had almost died right in his arm for the second time. Fuck this deviant, he deserved the bullet in the head he got from the backup.

He had seen the two female androids from earlier pass by him, apologizing for not telling him earlier. One of them, the SR300 if he wasn’t mistaken, had almost been shot too, but it only grazed her instead. They had seemed to be adamant to join society as functional members, albeit deviant androids by default. They weren’t bad persons, he supposed, so it was only fair that they had survived the ordeal and had left that decrepit school straight out of Satan’s asshole.

That still didn’t make that shitty situation okay. He hadn’t been here for long and he knew that: at best half an hour, at worst a couple minutes, the time to want to punch something and throw coffee at Gavin for the tenth time in the week. It was pissing him off to dick around like that waiting for something to happen.

“Lt. Anderson?” a voice called for him, unfamiliar and neutral all the same. Some random technician, he figured.

“Yeah?” he simply replied, before realizing it could be important. “Did the kid make it?” he proceeded to ask, a bit more concerned about the entire ordeal.

The small smile on the guy’s face betrayed the answer.

“He did indeed make it. You may visit his room now.”

The lieutenant obviously followed. In all silence, yet sighing internally in relief because never again, he made his way in the room. Closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall, he looked at the unconscious (or so he assumed) man in the bed in front of him. A smirk crept up on his face.

“Never do that again, kid, got it?”

#bad things happen bingo #dbh #never believe me in me ever again #hank anderson #connor (dbh)#whump #gunshot #injury #i have to invent new tag smh #brotp: hang on son #bthb 1

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briteboy · 7 years

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WHO is Santi and WHERE is his face?

i am LIVING for your warm & colorful posts right now!! your editing is so amazing and it brightens my day everytime i see a new post of yours *.*

THANK YOU!!!! <3 i am so happy/relieved to be using warm colors once more, i feel like myself again. don’t get me wrong, i do like evoking different moods, but sometimes (a lot of the time, especially with santi) too much is too much. today’s posts were HOPEfully my last emo edits..............for now

LOL I actually made a comment about Fiona naming a cat/dog (once Pets comes out) Rodrigo. I'll go back underground now haha (still a great story, cant wait to read more) -Runaway NONY

OH I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THAT wtf. either tumblr ate it or i accidentally scrolled past it i’m sorry. i always enjoy seeing messages from anons who return to my inbox! but lmAO that’s a good idea. i actually met the most perfect dog today and now i know the breed and name of dog santi needs immediately

Hii! If you dont mind me askin, how do you edit your darker screenshots? I always end up making them too light or too dark to see a thing :( Thank you!

hmmm idk what to tell you about making them too light or too dark, because that’s a very specific thing that really depends on the picture. BUT i know that the dodge tool is my bff for brightening up dark pictures while still retaining some of the darker elements you want in them (aversely, the burn tool will help darken parts), messing with the exposure can also really help, coloring can also help too, selective color is my bff especially with blue shadows and orangey skin...this is kind of a broad answer, i’m sorry, but if you needed help with something specific, let me know!

I remember you answered an ask and said you drew tears when you edit right? Is there a reason you don't use CC tears?

i answered this like two weeks ago but i can’t find it so whateveR i’ve used cc tears a few times but there’s only like three of those in existence and my characters have cried a LOT. i feel like it would be kinda weird if they had the same tears every time. also there are just some variations that i like to customize myself by drawing, like sometimes they’ll be full on sobbing, sometimes just one single tear...it just depends on the situation, that’s why i draw ‘em.

Santi is my favorite Harvest Moon character.

idk shit about harvest moon so idk how to respond to this :[ here’s a small picture of michael cera with a cactus

Would you recommend buying a macbook for playing sims?

if a macbook is what you already have, then yeah, i’d say it suffices without many problems. if you’re specifically going out and buying a computer with the knowledge that you’ll be playing sims on it, then mmmmmm i’d probably say no...but it also depends on if you’re like gonna get REALLY into storytelling and cc n shit or if it’s just casual gameplay with a mods folder that’s like 5 gb or less...if it’s the latter i think it should also be fine. but yeah it just depends on what kind of gaming you’re planning on doing.

How can I read your story from the beginning? Is there a link or something? I keep seeing it on my feet and it looks so great!

thank you! there’s a button at the top of my page that says “story directory” but if you’re on mobile you can just go here or copy this link: http://femmesim.tumblr.com/tagged/story/chrono

I've talked to u like once before and I'm to shy to talk to u again... Why am I like fish?

This**

we are all like fish if you really think about it lmao but really just reach out my dude! if we talked once then y’know you already broke the ice so just go for it!! i am here and ready to talk about all the things under the sun

Do you use Topaz Clean?

yep

hi hello so maybe I am just a blind bean but may I ask how in god's name do you get your images to be so crisp? I have everything set up, but it seems as if when I do my thing in Photoshop, everything turns out lookin like a blobfish. I'm not sure if you use another person's topaz settings or if you have your own. Thank you so much if you do respond bc I was too much of a wuss to message you *cries in Spanish*

OMG well it’s mostly just resizing, smart sharpening, and most importantly topaz clean (see above) that makes them so crisp. i also use the sharpen tool on sims’ faces, and the smudge tool when something is particularly pixelated or whatever. everything i do is listed in here! UR NOT A WUSS *hugs you in spanish*

youre my inspiration to be a better writer. I know i'm good and giving characters depth and backgrounds and coming up with a rough story idea. but i rush things and i'm not great at putting it into a good story so ya. My story on simblr started out as casual gameplay but i wanted it to be more and i'm trying to get better @ everything

OMG ;_________; it sounds like you are a good writer already, and it’s awesome that you recognize your strengths while also acknowledging that you need to work on some things as well. i try to do the same and i think that’s what keeps me level headed. it sounds like you just need to dedicate some time to planning, that way you start to realize all the nuances of your story that come together to flesh out that initial rough idea. you seem to have a positive attitude, so that’s great!! you’re already getting better and better, i know it <3

now Santi's song is Post Malone - Congratulations

OMF LMAO u sent this when santi finally got to mexico and it’s fitting

sos i was listening to the song fight song by rachel platten when i saw the photoset of santi making it to mexico and now i can't stop ugly crying please make it stop

omG i see it TAKE BACK UR LIFE SANTI U GOT THIS

This is so random but like, can I just say that you're so amazing like?? Why?? You're so sweet and funny and I love you very much ok

AKJSKJDFKJS THANK YOU THIS IS SO NICEEEE ;-; i try but a lot of the time i feel like a sarcastic asshole lmao thank u for thinking otherwise <3

Am I the only one who's like... really mad about pets being NPCs? I just feel like being able to control them was the best part. I don't really feel like the EP is worth it without them. Like, don't get me wrong, I understand that the team worked really hard on it, but I feel like they didn't do it as well as they could have.

hmm i’m kind of meh on that front because like on one hand i did like controlling pets and the novelty of the fact that you could just see their different interactions firsthand, but ultimately i think i’m okay with not controlling them because it makes it more realistic for me and honestly they’re probably more likely to take care of themselves a little bit more if they’re automated, because i’m just thinking about ts3 pets and how i literally had to make them go pee outside otherwise they’d pee in the house...even if they were well trained and stuff lmao. plus there might be a cheat or mod that lets you control them, like there was in ts2? so don’t lose hope yet.

hey your blog is AWESOME, i read through your stories in a day and am obsessed (kind of in love with gianni) ❤ what are some of your favorite ts4 blogs? i'm trying to find more awesome blogs to read through during my miserable journey of trying to get the game to work on my computer lol

heyo here’s some! thank you btw, and i hope your miserable journey ends soon :{

(I really need to get this off my chest) ok so my aunt is currently in a critical condition after having a kidney failure and she's in desperate need for a new one and I'm the only one in my family that's a match (so far) but I'm not allowed to donate bc I myself have severe health issues affecting my day to day life that would make it extremely dangerous for me to remove a kidney. I'm so fucking frustrated you don't understand like I just want to cry most of the time

first off i’m so sorry that this is even happening to you ;__; and you’re an amazing person for being willing to help out your aunt like that, so just know it isn’t your fault that you’re unable to. don’t guilt yourself for it okay? is there any other possible donor at all? i wanna know how this situation ends up. i really hope your aunt will be okay. just stay close to your family for support and don’t blame yourself.

how did you get photoshop for free? I'm trying to find a link that won't give me a virus, but I had no luck yet

the pirate bay is ur friend

Ok I gotta rant. GoT does NOT deserve the hype/amazing ratings. Like, sure the cinematography is pretty great and they have ok actors but the freaking script is so mediocre I actually think I could write a better one. Me. A 16 y/o tiny child. There are so much better shows out there! Hell, even Supernatural has a better script than GoT

whenever ppl agree with me about how much GoT sucks i grow stronger and stronger even the actors are iffy at this point. watching daenerys act is painful, jon snow is wooden as hell, it’s just bad. ur 16 yr old self has more potential than these writers tbh. it’s just completely mediocre; it started out as something great because it followed the same layered storytelling pattern as the books, but it’s diverged from that completely because the writers got too caught up in the hype. and you’re right, it doesn’t deserve that hype! omfdkjsgkj i’ve never watched supernatural but i haven’t heard good things. that’s a low bar

#nonsims #saviorhide #anonymous #sunny answers

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34 Men Discuss Society’s Insane Double Standards That Favor Women And Hurt Men

Found on AskReddit.

1. If women sexually harass us, its seen as amusing rather than rapey.

One night in a bar, this incredibly drunk, incredibly skanky woman started fucking grinding on me while I was just trying to sit and drink a beer. Rubbing her gross vag all over my pant leg, and generally being disgusting and inappropriate. While this was happening, I thought If the roles were reversed, security would be tossing me out the door headfirst. Instead, people just laughed.

2. If you go anywhere in public with little kids, youre seen as a predator pedo.

Im a 19 y/o male, and I babysit my 3 and 6-year-old girl cousins often. Last time I babysat them, we played tag, then we had to go to the grocery store. The 3-year-old decided that she wants to play tag, and runs away from me, so I chase her down, playfully saying, I’m gonna get ya! in a funny voice cuz it gets her to laugh. A mom passes by and grabs my 3-year-old cousin, takes the 6-year-old, and goes to a manager. My aunt had to come down and tell them that I was watching them. That was the worse it’s been, but if I go anywhere in public with little kids, especially girls, I’m seen as a predator pedo.

3. If you and a girl both get drunk and have sex, only one can be accused of rape.

There was the anti-rape poster I saw a while back, where two teens get drunk and hook up. The dude gets busted for rape since she couldn’t give consent. The poster mentions nothing about it being the other way around, as in the girl getting busted for rape since he couldn’t give consent. The poster completely disregards the dude as a possible victim. It even goes as far as shaming the dude saying he ruined his life. Made me sick. All it did was promote male victims to want to hide even more.

4. Men are always the dumb ones on TV.

That men are always the dumb ones on TV. I grew up with three sisters and my mom, and I’ve always been disregarded as the stupid, out-of-touch male. Then, when I end up being right most of the time, I make a big deal about it and make everything worse, AND ITS THE TVS FAULT.

5. Women dont get blamed for dumping a man; when a man dumps a woman, hes afraid of commitment.

When a woman leaves a relationship she is praised for pursuing her needs, but when man leaves a relationship he is criticized for not being able to commit.

6. Female bisexuality is accepted. Male bisexuals? Theyre just gay.

How female bisexuality is more accepted and acknowledgedsometimes even encouragedthan male bisexuality.

7. Male genital mutilationtotally legal in every country.

Female genital mutilation: Totally illegal in most countries. Male genital mutilation: Totally legal in country.

8. If a woman gets angry at a man, its his fault.

Man gets angry at a woman, he needs to control himself. Woman gets angry at a man, man needs to learn not to make her angry.

9. Our society doesnt believe that women can sexually abuse boys.

It’s probably way too late for this to get any attention but I am a male victim of sexual abuse.

I was first sexually abused when I was four years old. It was swept under the rug because the 25-year-old that did it to me was going through some things and didn’t know any better.

Fast-forward to when I’m 9 and I was sexually abused every Friday for over a year and a half. I was told by my abuser that if I let anyone know, it would be my fault and I would get in trouble. One day I finally told, just wanting it to end even if I got in trouble. What happened? Both me (9) and my female abuser (23) were given a stern talking to. That was it. She went on to live her life. I never saw her again.

Every Friday I was locked in a room and bound. I would be left in the dark while I would have her perform oral (attempted since I was 9 and unable of getting an erection). She would pump me full of fluids and when I had to go to the bathroom she’d have me pee on her. At times she would pee into a cup and try to force me to drink it. If I was being more cooperative than usual she would untie my hands and have me touch her. At the end of every, I dunno what to call itsession?she would tell me that if I told anyone I would be taken from my parents. Even if they didn’t take me from my parents her dad who was a bad man would kill my mom and my sisters.

That is until I was 15 and made a Facebook. She found me on there and would leave comments like look who grew up sexy and stuff like that. I reached out to the adults in my life and they told me to ignore it, which I did. But they told me I was a guy and I could handle it. It’s not something that keeps me awake at night. But in order to get over it I had to harden myself because I’m a guy and guys can’t get raped.

On a previous reddit account I went to open up on a victims of sexual abuse page. I wrote out a multi-page post just getting it out there. The only replies I got were about how I was a guy and I didn’t know what it was like to be violated as a woman. I was harassed for weeks by women on there for trying to compare my experience to theirs.

10. Women can beat us up all they want, but if we hit back, were monsters.

I’m a big guy, I shave my head and grow a beard, most people think I’m intimidating.

Truly I’m timid at heart, I know how to box but have always found a way around confrontation.

I had a girlfriend that got crazy violent when she was mad, knives, tazers, guns, frequently got involved. I hit her a lot in self defense (we were together for 3 years it definitely played into my low self esteem, i loved to hate it) and it completely ruined my psyche. I think of myself as a woman beater, as a misogynist now just knowing that I’m capable of it.

Just the idea that I can hit a woman has driven me to some of my darkest depths and even now typing it I dont feel justified in my actions despite the fact I was protecting my own life.

One night she came at me with a tazer from behind she started it early and I had enough time to move, she tripped and stunned herself, screaming in pain, bruised her forehead hitting it against the floor. Neighbors heard and called the cops and she gave a false statement. Of course looking the way I do it didn’t matter what I said, I spent a night in holding before she dropped the charges and got me out. I guess I’m just thankful she “loved” me enough not to let me get charged with that shit.

It’s made me scared about new relationships because I’m afraid someone can just tell a cop whatever they want and I’ll get fucked.

Shit this will probably get buried but it was nice to say it. edit: this post blew up r.i.p. my inbox. appreciate all the support and kind words. pm me if you want to talk peeps.

11. Stay-at-home dads are lazy losers; stay-at-home moms are empowered heroes.

I’m a stay-at-home father because I’m taking care of my wife and I’s 2 year old son. My wife’s got a career that’s promising advancement and she works sometimes 12 hour days. I often get the Why doesn’t he have a job and He’s a deadbeat dad routine but if I was a woman I’m sure I’d hear about how mothers work so hard as housewives.

TLDR; Man stays home raises child = Lazy, Woman stays home raises child = Hardworking Hero.

12. If youre a male nurse, people think its because you couldnt become a doctor.

When a man is a nurse people think and many times say in their face Couldn’t become a doctor, huh?

13. If a girl sexually assaults you, youre supposed to enjoy it.

I was sexually assaulted by a girl when I was plastered once and kept saying no I don’t want this. Woke up feeling violated and insanely uncomfortable yet when I told people they all told me to suck it up and I should’ve enjoyed getting some action.

14. There are huge gender disparities in criminal sentencing.

That women who have sex with underage boys aren’t given the same sentences as men who do the same with underage girls.

15. If men show feelings, theyre seen as pussies.

I don’t like how if guys show feelings and emotions they’re some kind of pussy and if a chick does it’s normal. We are all humans and we all have the same emotions that aren’t good to bottle up.

16. Guys are still expected to be the breadwinner.

I don’t like that there’s still this idea that guys have to be the breadwinners and provide for families. Some guys are cool with being househusbands, and women are just as capable of bringing home the money.

17. If a man who murdered a woman spoke at a Mens March, itd be national news.

There was a speaker at the women’s march on Washington named Donna Hylton. She got up on stage and talked about how she had spent 25 years in prison (not mentioning why of course), and the audience cheered.

Turns out, she spent 25 years in prison because in 1985, she and a handful of other people kidnapped a 60-year-old man, tried to ransom him for $435,000, tortured him for three weeks (Hylton personally sodomized him with a metal rod), strangled him, and stuffed his body into a chest to decompose.

I can’t help but wonder how a man with an equivalent record would be received at the same event.

18. Women are allowed to reject guys based on their looks without being seen as shallow.

When I turn down chubby women I’m shallow, but I get turned down for being bald and it just her preference.

19. If a man cheats, hes an asshole; if a woman does, its the mans fault.

I hate the TV portrayal that if a man cheats its cause hes an asshole and heartless but if a women does its scandalous and its cause her husband must either treat her bad or is just never around.

20. Despite what Hillary Clinton said, men are the primary victims of war.

That men for some reason have to be soldiers in some countries while woman only .

21. Divorce laws are lopsidedly in favor of women.

Divorce law.

Women are entitled to alimony at a MUCH higher percentage, even when she’s the primary bread winner.

The idea that a divorced woman has the right to a standard of living consistent to when you were married is gross. No one is entitled to a standard of living, that’s life. That we can be divorced and I can lose my job but still have to pay to keep you living how we were when we were married and I was employed…its insane.

22. Sex toys for girlsnormal. Sex toys for guysweird loser.

When a girl buys a vibrator, its seen as a bit of naughty fun. BUT when a guy orders a 240 Volt FuckMaster Pro 5000 blowup latex doll with 6 speed pulsating vagina, elasticized anus with non-drip semen collection tray, together with optional built in realistic orgasm scream surround sound system, he’s called a pervert?

23. A guy who plays video games for hours has a problem; a woman who watches Netflix all night doesnt.

When I play 3 hours of video games I have a problem. When my wife watches 5 hours of Netflix every night its not a problem. Edit: I agree this is not a gender thing. Sorry about answering the question wrong. There is a double standard with gaming/television watching though.

24. Men are expected to just sit back and let women hit them. If they complain, theyre a pussy; if they hit back, theyre a monster.

Domestic Violence. I just got out of an abusive relationship two weeks ago and I’m shocked at how hard it was for me to talk about it and get taken seriously with my peers. She was so mean and I’m the exact opposite these days. Only today have I felt validated for everything when I happened upon a counselor on another thread. I feel terrible about myself still and apparently that’s normal. I’m 6’4″ and a professional bouncer/bodyguard but let me tell you. Men can be abused just as easily as women. It was so bad I’m spending my lunch break here and trying to find a support group. The abuse was mental and very physical. Because I’m a large man though no one would take me seriously. It was always my fault, always me to blame. The preconceived general thought is that men are tough and can handle it. If not then I’m made to feel emasculated and told I’m a pussy. The truth is I just don’t believe in harming people I care about. I’m ranting now because I still can’t really talk about it to anyone. It’s a sad and shitty double standard. No one should have to deal with abuse.

25. Part of being a man is being disposable and no one giving a fuck if your life ends up ruined.

That part of being a man is being disposable and no one giving a fuck if your life ends up ruined.

We hear talk all the time about the gender earnings gap, women’s right to bodily autonomy (via abortions and access to birth control), and other women’s issues, and those are all important things to discuss.

What we don’t hear as often is the fact that 84% of the homeless are men, 92% of workplace fatalities happen to men, 91% of people in prison are men, etc.

We talk about the subtle forms of discrimination in society that result in women choosing to pursue careers which don’t compensate them financially the same way that careers popular with men dobut we never talk about the subtle forms of discrimination that cause men to at a rate nearly an order of magnitude higher than women.

26. When a woman is raped its a tragedy; when a man is raped its a joke.

When a woman is raped its a tragedy; when a man is raped its a joke. When a woman falsely reports a rape, it ruins the man’s life, she gets off scot-free or a tiny jail term.

27. Men who take selfies are much more likely to be accused of narcissism.

I have to say that the standard of what is acceptable on social media. If a female Instagram profile is full of 400 attractive selfies, people are not as critical of the narcissistic side of the pictures as much as they would if it were a guy. Not that I would want to post 400 selfies, but constantly posting pictures of yourself in specific poses isn’t a form of modeling or self-love as much as it is an expression of narcissism.

28. Theres no demand for plus size male models.

How we apparently need plus sized models to represent all women’s body types, but the thought of having male models with beer bellies and no rippling muscles/6 packs is disgusting.

29. Women get shorter sentences for the same crimes as men.

Women who can’t pay child support go to special homes. Men who can’t pay child support go to prison.

Women get shorter sentences for the same crimes as men, such as murder, rape, theft, or simple misdemeanors. Sometimes they aren’t punished at all

If a drunk male and a drunk female have sex, the female could charge for rape since she could not consent even though both parties voluntarily intoxicated themselves. This isn’t a common problem but it happens more than it needs to

Female requirements for the military, police, and fire responders are easier. During basic training in the army I saw a dude carrying 2 rucksacks (google it) and a girl walking behind him with nothing on her back.

Male rape victims are ignored or taken less seriously

Sexual harassment in the workspace happens to men and to women, men are just less likely to report it since they’re taken less seriously.

There are female quotas for CEO jobs, which inadvertently puts more qualified men out of a job in the name of gender equality.

Men pay higher auto premiums.

Women in divorce courts are more likely to win custody.

Men who want to teach young children are weird creepy pedophiles.

30. Its not OK to think a girl is too fat, but its OK for her to think guys are too short.

Its not OK to think a girl is too fat, but its OK for her to think guys are too short.

31. If a guy cries or shows any emotion whatsoever, he’s weak or not masculine.

That if a guy cries or shows any emotion whatsoever, he’s weak or not masculine. Fuck that. Guys are humans, not robots. They should be as expressive with their feelings as they want with whoever they want. I’d argue that trying to repress your own vulnerabilities is the real weakness.

32. Women who make rape accusations are automatically believed, even if theyre lying.

I fucking hate it that a woman can accuse a man of rape, and everyone’s on her side without a doubt, even if she’s lying. Flip it around, and the first thing the guy gets thrown in his face is probably something like You’re supposed to enjoy it, or You let a woman take control of you? That’s more scarring to the man than it is to the womanat least people take the woman’s word for it.

33. On a sinking ship, its women and children first.

The biggest double standard to me is ‘saving the women and children first.’ Why does a man’s life suddenly have less value in these sorts of situations?

34. Pro-choice? Men have absolutely no choice in the matter.

If an unmarried couple becomes pregnant the woman has 100% of the choice to keep the baby or have an abortion. If the man wants the baby and the woman doesn’t the man is out of luck. If the man doesn’t want the baby and the woman does the man is on the hook for 18 years of child support. Controversial I know, but I’d like to hear thoughts.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/16/34-men-discuss-societys-insane-double-standards-that-favor-women-and-hurt-men/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/34-men-discuss-societys-insane-double-standards-that-favor-women-and-hurt-men/

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