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toweroftickles · 3 years

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DISTRACTIONS (Frozen Tickle Fic)

Requested by @sapphicsierramist !

Work, work, work; nothing but work.

That’s all Elsa did.

She sat in her study at the polished oaken desk, writing with her long brown quill. Every day was like the other. Early morning sun from the massive wall-sized window stroked the right side of her face. The queen of Arendelle had barely woken up for the day...her braid was loosely tied, her periwinkle nightgown fluttering around her bare ankles...and she was already scribbling her way through mountains of royal decrees. Next to her, antsy as ever, sat her sister.

Anna’s cheek rested in her left palm and her face settled into a dull, emotionless stare. But Elsa didn’t even seem to notice.

“And therefore as we the people of...no, the community...of Arendelle......must....convene....” Elsa muttered under her breath, barely audible. Like all tiny repetitive noises, her whispers danced around in Anna’s eardrums until they seemed loud enough to shatter boulders.

“You still talk out loud when you write?” Anna blurted.

Elsa’s concentration broke, and she frowned.

“It helps me organize my thoughts,” Elsa snapped defensively. “....I don’t HAVE to.” She returned to writing, a bit more self-consciously.

Anna rolled her eyes and rocked in her seat. She tapped her fingers against the desk, and against the unsigned property treaties in front of her. She played with her tied-up hair, twirled her own feather pen in between her fingers, and even picked her nose once or twice. But nothing relieved the boredom.

“UUUUGGGGHHH; come on, Elsa. If I have to read one more of these things my eyes are going to pop out. Let’s play a board game.”

Once again the snow queen snapped out of her work-induced trance.

“Anna, please, we have a lot of these to go over! We can goof around later, but this is important,” Elsa sighed frustratedly.

Anna was downcast. Since their reunion, she had hoped that Elsa would loosen up and have fun again. But all their time was occupied by the endless tedium of governance and paperwork. She’d simply traded Elsa’s locked bedroom for another, less-physical one.

Her tongue involuntarily clicked to the rhythm of the nearby wall clock...something which visibly began to annoy Elsa. The queen kept pausing and stumbling over her words when Anna clicked.

“And...this celebration of....rrrrg...this celeb shall be...ugh....a highly...a highly...gah!....A celebration of a highly relished fart! ....ART!”

Anna burst into giggles. Elsa blushed.

“Please stop doing that,” she moaned.

“Oh, cheer up! Being a queen is supposed to be fun.”

“Anna, I want to have fun with you but we’ve both been given so many responsibilities! Can’t you grow up a little?”

Elsa returned to her work. Anna pouted and wiggled her feather on the end Elsa’s nose.

“Gah, stop it! You have work of your own to do!”

Frustrated, Anna stood up and stepped away. All she wanted was to make her sis smile. Then she looked down.

Beneath Elsa’s chair, her bare feet rested on their toes and swayed back and forth over one another. They squirmed and wiggled as the busy queen tensed up. As Anna glanced at the long, thin feather in her hand, a big grin stretched across her face.

Without making a sound, Anna flattened herself against the crimson carpet and crawled forward on her belly until she was just behind her sister’s chair. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. It had to be a surprise attack. The tip of the feather wiggled in the air as she reached forward, until finally, it made contact with the arch of Elsa’s foot.

Elsa gasped. Something felt funny. But she shook it off and kept writing.

No real response.

Anna wiggled the feather again. Harder this time.

“G-HAH!” A sudden laugh burst out of Elsa. She looked horrified. “Anna, what are you doing?!”

“Heheh-Heh; you can’t get away now!” Anna giggled and grabbed Elsa’s right ankle. The queen’s pale skin always felt so cold to the touch.

“Anna, please don’t. Leave me alone,” Elsa stammered.

“Ok...I won’t leave you alone!” Anna immediately began to stroke her sister’s sole with the feather.

Elsa’s whole body twitched. But she couldn’t let Anna get to her. Maintain composure, she told herself. If she could just focus on her documents, she was sure she could ignore the tickling.

“Hooooo...At this next juncture in our history, we as countryhee...we m-hust...mmm...we mhuhust....!” Elsa jumped in her chair and covered her mouth. The feather caressed her heel, her arch, her toes...it tickled so bad. Having been locked in a room for so many years, with so little contact and such little outdoor life, Elsa’s skin was smooth, unscarred, uncalloused, inexperienced...highly sensitive to touch. She couldn’t pry her ankle from Anna’s grip.

Keep writing. Keep writing!

“Wheee must join together and remain f-hirm in our values. As a country uhundergoing a sh-hift in regiheehime...!”

Elsa buried her face in her hands and bit her lip, desperately trying to contain the helpless giggles bubbling up in her tummy.

“Come oooonnn; I know you’re ticklish right heee-errrrrrre...” Anna teased in a gratingly sing-songy voice. The tip of the feather danced around on Elsa’s bare foot, stroking the tender spot just below her toes. It was all the Snow Queen could handle.

She struggled. She fought valiantly. But she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp*Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Ahanna! Ahanna, stop!”

The drawback to such a husky, melodious voice...in Elsa’s mind...was how well it carried. When she laughed, she was sure the entire palace could hear her, and this notion embarrassed her to no end. She blushed.

“Heheh! Cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie cooo!” Anna giggled excitedly.

“L-hee...leave my feet alone, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” By this point Elsa was doubled over against her desk, her ticklish toes desperate to escape. Her feet wiggled and kicked, but her right ankle was held still by Anna’s iron grip, and that feather was relentless. “Aha-Haha Ha-Ha Ha! I c-han’t...I can’t!”

Suddenly the tickling stopped.

Elsa gasped for air, still overcome by giggles. She fanned herself with her hand and tried to catch her breath. But in doing so, she didn’t notice Anna standing up behind her.

“You still feel like goofing off later?” Anna giggled. Snapping like a crab, Anna pressed her fingertips into Elsa’s sides and wiggled them furiously.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Heehee! Cut it ou-hout! STOP!”

A wave of snow and icy air exploded out of the queen’s quivering frame, and without warning, Anna was thrown back 15 feet onto the floor.

But far from being hurt, Anna could only laugh hysterically. It had been so long, over a decade, since their last tickle fight. For all the changes, it was nice to know that she could still make her big sis lose control.

Suddenly Elsa’s head snapped around, and her eyes glinted with burning ice. Her scowl could have melted Marshmallow. Her breathing was heavy, labored, like an angry bull. It slowed. Anna’s playful demeanor vanished as she retreated into herself, overcome by visions of what punishment awaited her. She backed up on her hands, prepared to run from some expression of icy wrath.

But to her surprise, Elsa’s frown became a wicked smirk.

“So that’s how you want to play, huh?” From behind her, Elsa’s right hand emerged to reveal its own long quill, which she wiggled menacingly in the air.

Anna panicked.

“Wait...no....nonononono; NO....”

But it was too late. Elsa had already dived on her sister and pinned her to the floor, and her sharp fingernails dug their way into Anna’s tummy.

“AHH!! Heehee-Heehee Haha-Haha Ha! No fair! No fahair!”

“No fair? Oh, it’s not funny anymore, is it?” Elsa giggled.

“Heehee-HEE! Heheh, Heh; Haha-Haha Ha! Ah! Ok-hay, ok, I’m sorry!”

“Sooo, is this still your weak spot?” Elsa poked the sharp stem of her quill just to the side of Anna’s belly button.

“GAAAHHH, Haha-Ha! *gasp* Whoa-hoho; not there not there not there! *squeak* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!”

“Hmm....ok! Let’s try something else.” With that threat, Elsa spun around, still sitting on her sister’s knees, and pulled off Anna’s green slippers.

“Wait wait...I lied! Go back to my belly!” Anna giggled. Despite her protests, she was having fun.

With one hand, Elsa began to viciously tickle Anna’s soles with her fingers. With the other hand, Elsa sawed the feather quill back and forth between her toes.

“AAHH! *squeak* HA-HA HA-HA! *gasp*Heehee-Haha Haha! St-hop, stop!”

“Cootchie cootchie coo!”

As the sisters laughed and wrestled, they were interrupted by an unexpected guest...a knock at the door.

“Your highnesses?” It was the voice of a soldier.

They froze perfectly still, and didn’t even need Elsa’s magic to do it. In a flurry of panic, the princess sisters straightened their hair, pressed wrinkles out of their gowns, slipped on shoes. Anna spit on her index finger and even made a half-hearted attempt to brush her teeth with it. Elsa pretended not to notice. 20 seconds had passed, and the door creaked opened.

“Um, yes?” Elsa said in as official a tone as she could muster.

The guard before her coughed awkwardly.

“The, um, the visiting royal family of Corona has arrived early. They’ll be at the castle within 5 minutes.”

“Oh! Ok, uh, well, show them in and give them a tour, and we’ll be down to entertain them in a few minutes.”

“Yes, your highness.”

The door shut with a loud click. Elsa looked back at her sister.

“Alright, enough horsing around. Get going so I can get dressed,” she laughed. Anna eagerly skipped toward the door.

“So I won, right? I totally won.” Her freckled smile could have lit up the room all on its own.

“Oh, get out,” Elsa replied, opening the door.

Instead of obeying, Anna simply stood there and gawked. Both sisters were visibly trying not to giggle, each wondering if the other would slip up first.

Anna didn’t wait for fate to decide. She jabbed her finger into Elsa’s tummy and then ran out the door like a shot.

“AH! Heheh!” Elsa yelped and reflexively bent over. By the time she steadied herself, Anna was already halfway down the hall.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” Elsa chased after her sister, both of them laughing like little girls, the halls echoing with their reminiscing and their joy.

And so the day marched on.

These two are so cute though 😆

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saint-eridell · 4 years

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TdMo fluff/smut drabble

Oh boy. First post on the new blog.

This is loosely based on the yakuza AU @the-angriestpineapple, @deadassqueeraf and I have been writing. It’ll definitely get expanded at some point, but someone on our main server decided to poke my brain and this fell out. Unbeta’d, we die like men (which means it’ll take forever to get to my AO3, womp womp).

4.1k; Yakuza AU. Shouto and Momo are married, all characters are in their mid-twenties. Story building, lots of fluff, smut toward the end. No major content warnings.

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It was fairly common for Shouto to wake up for work incredibly early in the morning. His office didn’t technically open until eight, but he was sometimes out the front door at least an hour and a half before that to account for surprise traffic and coffee lines. The unusual part was Shouto waking up incredibly early for two, nearly three weeks straight: every morning, seven days a week, the same chime playing before the sun had even remotely touched the bedroom curtains.

By the end of the third week Momo’s patience had worn down to a wispy sliver pulled taught as a piano string. She’d anticipated her own irritation upon going to sleep the night prior, but hearing Shouto’s alarm go off just before five in the morning pulled what remained of her patience until it snapped with a force that surprised her even in her post-sleep delirium. Her eyelids flew open as she felt Shouto roll over behind her, grunting while he fumbled for his phone to turn off the alarm. She didn’t move with him or indicate she was awake, instead letting him sit up and stretch himself awake in silence as she stared at the dark wall across from her side of the bed.

The mattress dipped soundlessly behind her as Shouto leaned into her to press a tender peck to her cheek, her eyes only barely closing before he leaned into view of her features. He hovered for a moment before a warm fingertip brushed a lock of dark hair off her temple and behind her ear. “I love you,” he whispered, soft and reverent like he never was anywhere else, before sliding away with practiced grace, leaving Momo alone in the bed as he stumped off to take a shower and ready himself for the day.

She grinned into her pillow. Despite the obtuse block of wood that Shouto could be, his tender side was something Momo would never be over and she was a terribly lucky woman for having to all to herself. She loved him beyond the point of finding words to describe it.

Once Shouto left the bedroom, she slowly lurched out of the bed and set herself into motion. She didn’t have to be awake that early on a day off, but she’d resolved the moment her eyes opened that she was going to get a break from that goddamn alarm, no matter what it took. The first step was getting herself ready - a drawn out shower to ensure Shouto had already left the house when she got out, the expensive hair serum she saved for big occasions, clean makeup with a shiny cherry lip and a hint of a sharp jet-black wing. Her hair was blow-dried into a long, flat sheet that hung against the back of the tight red cardigan she plucked from a dresser drawer, along with a dark gray tweed skirt that danced around her hips in loose petal-shaped pleats.

With everything seemingly in place, Momo gave herself a once-over in the floor length mirror that hung next to her dresser. She turned sideways, tracing the curve of her backside where it blotted out a hill of light emanating from her bedside table. Her hands smoothed over the skirt’s intricately woven tweed, the two silver rings on her hand catching the dim light against the dark contrast of the skirt fabric. Her smile returned, soft and genuine. He was caught in that same work rut again. She had do something drastic to break the cycle, and this seemed drastic enough to her.

“Damn, you look good,” she muttered to herself for an extra confidence boost before heading off for the kitchen to caffeinate for the day. Mina was going to be so proud of her.

Lunch was an easy affair to sort. They’d prepared daytime meals ahead of time, a habit Shouto had gotten her into that quickly became a staple of the very limited time they got to spend with each other during the week. That day’s boxes got tucked into a small lunch box lined with cold packs (of course he’d forgotten to grab his lunch again; Momo was going to smack him across the side of the head) along with two melon sodas before she set off for her car. Dinner was already in the slow cooker, the house was immaculate to a level that had to make him chill out, and Momo’s assistant was ready to cover her “sick leave” for up to a couple of days by the time she set off for his office. Perfect. So far, everything was going to plan.

Shouto’s office sat in the middle of a sleek street near the city’s financial district. The block was lined with shiny black mirror glass on both sides, the sidewalk below dotted with an equal mix of suit-clad businessfolk and minimum wage workers husting to their next bus stop. Momo navigated through them to park underneath Shouto’s office building before making her way into the parking level’s elevator, her heels clinking against the concrete that surrounded her until she was encased in steel.

Shouto’s suite occupied the entire top floor of the building. Momo tapped the last button on the panel just inside the lift’s sliding door and waited patiently as it lurched upward, not stopping until she’d arrived at the very top. She snorted quietly. Had he rigged the panel to go directly to his floor when prompted?

His receptionist - Ayame, right - was busy hammering away at her keyboard when Mono sauntered into the waiting area. Her tall boot heels heralded her arrival in staccato taps against the white marble floor, loud enough to get Ayame’s attention, who popped up with a surprised gasp before jolting to her feet. “Ahh, sorry Mrs. To-”

“Momo, please,” she cut in before the receptionist could finish. “I’m not here on official business.” She bumped her hip against the lunch box held at her side. “Just dropping off lunch. Making sure he hasn’t keeled over yet. The usual.”

Ayame sighed in relief, a hand clutched to her chest. “Oh thank goodness,” she breathed. “I thought I’d missed a meeting reminder or something.”

Momo frowned slightly. The poor thing looked like she was about to keel over herself. Her eyes were half-mooned with pale gray circles that pressed too hard into her skin for someone fresh out of college. She’d been working just as hard as Shouto, then. Momo would have to talk to him about remembering that not everyone is a semi-human work machine. For now… “Why don’t you take a couple hours for lunch?” she said softly, offering Ayame an encouraging smile. “Grab some coffee and take a walk around the park. You look like you haven’t breathed fresh air in days.”

Ayame’s surprise and relief were both palpable. She blinked, glancing at her boss’ closed office doors. “I don’t think I should,” she replied quietly. “His lunch hour is about to start, and there are meetings scheduled within the two hours afterward…” She blinked hard, a lightbulb seemingly popping to life between her ears. “I’ll route all calls to my work phone and take a picnic lunch. I’ll be back no earlier than 1:45.”

Momo checked her watch. It was 12:15. “Excellent.” She flashed Ayame a brilliant smile on the way toward the double doors leading into Shouto’s office. “Thank you. Really. I’ll make sure he knows how far out of your way you’re going.”

Ayame snorted quietly, her purse already hung over a shoulder. “You know me,” she replied cheekily. “I work to the bone for my paycheck. This really is the worst, let me tell you.”

Momo laughed in return. She waited for the elevator to close before reaching for the door knobs in front of her, unwilling to let anything else distract them. There was no reason for anyone else to be on that floor for the following hour and a half. Until 1:45, Shouto was hers. She twisted one knob and leaned her weight forward to push the door open, only to jump in surprise when it bumped against the sole of a shoe on the other side.

Shouto blinked back at her through the crack between the door and its frame, too stupid cute for his own good as he visibly tried to parse out what was happening. Momo had known him for over a decade at that point and he’d only gotten cuter over time. Good God, how was he even human? “Uh, hi,” he said, his confusion apparent. He peered around her toward the back of Ayame’s desk. “Did I hear the elevator twice?”

“Yep.” Momo didn’t give him time to investigate. She held the lunch box up and put it between them as she walked forward to make him focus on taking it from her hands while she closed the door behind herself. “Your receptionist is on lunch break and you left yours at home.”

It worked. He took the lunch box and gave her room by stepping back, smiling the whole time. “Thank you, Momo,” he said, eyeing the container with obvious elation. “I would have just had something delivered when I realized it was missing. You didn’t have to come all the way up here just to give me this.”

“Of course I did.” It was a casual day with nothing major planned as far as she knew, but Shouto was still dressed like he was going to meet a room full of politicians. His dove gray button up was rolled to the elbows, the rest of him all clean pressed lines and well tailored hems that hid what she knows to be a deceptively lithe frame. Under the expensive business drag, Shouto was built like an endurance runner. She smoothed her hand over the seam where his neck and shoulder met on the way to press a soft kiss to his mouth. He pulled in a sharp little breath through his nose, but immediately relaxed under her touch as the breath came out in a slow stream. She pushed everything she wanted to say out loud into that one brief kiss - you’re safe, it’s okay, you can relax. It seemed to get the message across, because Shouto’s hands were on her waist just a few seconds later as he eagerly returned the tenderness offered to him.

They pulled back before the contact became anything but chaste. Momo offered him an innocent smile, even as she lingered in his space and played with the pressed edges of his shirt lapel. “Take your lunch break. Please.”

Shouto’s gaze fell to the meager space between them, grip loose and gentle over the points of her hip bones. He looked so… tired. What could have possibly been weighing on him hard enough to make him physically slump over? Did she really want to know, especially if it had anything to do with his “ side jobs”?

“Okay.”

He tilted his head up again, and when he met her eyes again his flickered with sadness. “I’m sorry.”

Momo slipped her arms around his neck to pull him the rest of the way toward her and into a tight hug, their fronts seamed together from the collar down. He clinged back, snaked around her waist like he was afraid she would melt through the floor. That wouldn't do. “Don’t apologize,” she murmured back into the side of his head, her fingers snaking up through his hair on the other side to soothe his scalp with her nails. “You’re doing your job. It’s not your fault things are busy.”

“That doesn’t excuse neglecting you.” He stepped back again, taking the lunch box with him on the way to a massive wood desk sitting in front of the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows. “My lunch hour is all yours. It doesn’t make up for being so spacy the last few weeks, but I hope it’s a start.” He sets the container down on the desk to open it and unpack their lunch, but Momo quickly follows him and pushes his hands flat against the lid.

“Wait.”

He was still thinking too much, dammit. Shouto did as requested and went still under her touch while she scooted their lunch out of the way and rounded the desk in three long, slow strides. He tracked her every step, confusion warring with a spark of desire Momo fully intended to cultivate as she slid into his personal space again and nudged him back into his chair. He landed in the seat with a grunt and a quiet thump while Momo perched herself on the very edge of his desk in front of him.

“I thought you were coming by to have lunch,” he said plainly, a faint smirk edging across his mouth when Momo’s face pinched into a frown. He was needling back, the bastard. He’d already keyed into what was happening and was playing coy just to get back at her. Fine. At least he wasn’t thinking about work.

She nodded back. “That’s still happening.” Her hands gripped the edge of his desk on either side for leverage as she scooted up to take her weight off her feet, bumping his shin playfully but gently with the toe of a shoe on her way up. Her knees had been pressed tightly together until she hopped up, but once she was seated she let them widen until they were held reasonably wide without being too obscene. Her loose skirt pooled around her lap and across the span of desk between her spread thighs, effectively curtaining any direct view. If this didn’t get him out of work-brain, nothing short of a fan dance with tax forms would.

Luckily, it didn’t come down to burlesque with office supplies. Shout followed the shift of her knees with a slackened jaw, hunger building in his narrowed gaze and the fingers that tightened around the arms of his chair as he pushed himself up to his feet. His desk only increased their height difference by an inch or so, but it felt like he towered over her as his hands found her shoulders and pulled her into another kiss. The suggestion seemed to have gotten his head into the game; the faint edge of teeth pressing into her lower lip parted them and he groaned in appreciation as a callused hand smoothed itself over her lower back.

She hadn’t exactly chosen this life. It was unsaid knowledge that they would end up together before either of them could have even understood the concept. Truthfully, neither of them had been left with much choice. But as he pulled her onto the edge of the desk again in one smooth tug, seaming their laps together so quick it left her breathless, Momo couldn’t help the fondness that swelled in her chest. God, was she lucky to have ended up with him. Under all the coldness and professionalism and deeply-rooted anxiety was a man too kind and sensitive for the ugly world he’d been born into. If she hadn’t been the one “convenient” enough to use as a power consolidation move, would she have ever seen that tender side of him?

They’d barely found a rhythm between their mouths when Shouto broke away to hover at the side of her neck, just a breath away from her pulse. She jumped at the ghost of his breath over her skin, which she quickly realized was just a distraction as Shouto pushed his hands under the tulip hem of her skirt, palms flat to her bare thighs. “Bastard,” she grumbled as she stomped on the urge to squirm. He kept his office ice cold, which meant his fingers were usually about the same temperature in concentrated form.

She could feel his smirk against her neck as his hands trailed further up her thighs. She felt his fingertips poke into her abdomen, right at the bare seam where her hip and thigh met, and when he paused to groan quietly against her skin the urge to squirm became too much. “You planned this out,” he rumbled.

Momo circled her painted nails over the back of his neck. “Indeed,” she admitted while she toyed with the clipped strands at his hairline. “Down to the contingencies.”

He hummed again, deep and low in his chest, the rumble echoing through her as she clung to him harder. His hands were no longer frigid against her when they slid even further up, a comfortably familiar set of puzzle pieces that fit snug against the seams just below the points of her hips. When he met nothing but more bare skin, it hit some kind of switch in him because Shouto dipped to kiss her again with a newfound urgency, his grip tightening at the pads of his fingers until Momo wriggled against the pressure.

When he let go, it was only to slip down to his knees and tug her own over his shoulders. The bell shape of her skirt tented almost comically over his head as his arms bracketed her thighs against his ears, obscured until he audibly huffed and paused to shove the offending garment up toward her stomach.

Momo snorted as her skirt was abruptly jammed upward. “Easy down there,” she chided gently. “I like this ski-”

Her heatless protest was cut off by a sharp inhale as an impossibly hot tongue drags a long, agonizing line up the length of her exposed slit. Just as quickly, any thought she had to preserve her skirt flew out the window. He could have ripped it off her for all she cared (though logic screamed from somewhere in the void that that would be a terrible idea). A near save of throwing an arm back prevented her from losing her balance and falling back against the desk, the heel of her palm landing with a loud thud. His shoulder nudged her leg up far enough for her boot to find his chair and she eagerly took the leverage, his shoulder effortlessly holding the other leg wide.

He set into her like a man starved. It was all Momo could do to sit back and let him ravage her with only his mouth: reflex dictated she navigate them to the floor and re-position herself above his mouth until she was satisfied he’d decompressed enough. As it were, he drank in the praise that bubbled from her with quiet groans and subtle arches of his head into the fingers she had tangled through his hair, set on his task with an intense focus that had Momo nearly falling apart at the seams in what felt like moments.

When his lips locked around her core, there was no way she could have held herself up even if she wanted to. She dropped back to the top of the desk as gently as she could as Shouto nudged her hips upward, splaying her knees even wider than she’d been holding them over the edge of the desk. She buried her face in the crook of a sweatered elbow just in time to muffle the wail he tore out of her as he latched around her again with two warm, thin fingers sunk down to the hilt.

Momo had been on her fingers for long enough that being touched by someone else nearly sent her over the edge. Shout seemed to read her tensing up accurately and withdrew before she could fully commit to her orgasm, leaving her dangling on the edge until she sucked in a breath and forced herself back. When Shouto moved to stand, her sudden scowl only deepened. “What the fuck?” she breathed, but her confusion evaporated the moment she saw his hands go for his belt buckle.

Oh. Oh.

He was on her again before she could fully process the transition. Somewhere off the edge of the desk his belt jingled as he shoved his slacks down toward his knees, his once neatly tucked in shirt a rumpled mess against her skirt where it pooled around her stomach. Their lips sealed together hard enough for Momo to feel it against her teeth, a hand supporting the back of her neck when Shouto buried himself inside her with one hard, seemingly blind thrust.

God, that level of competency shouldn’t be possible, let along legal. Momo wailed again into their open mouths, the noise all but swallowed by Shouto as he allowed her a solitary second to breathe, then moved straight into a demanding pace that had her writhing under the intensity. Their hands tangled together on the way up to either side of her head, where the backs of her hands were unceremoniously pinned down as he fucked her hard enough to make the desk creak under them both.

Obscenities and even more obscene noises echoed around the otherwise silent office as they both approached their climaxes. Shouto looked like he was about to either pass out or fall apart at the seams; Momo encouraged him toward the latter by wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her lower half off the desk to let him go as deep as he could and holy shit she didn’t know he could go that deep. Neither of them lasted more than a few seconds, Shouto bottoming out with a guttural moan that stuttered with his hips. Momo followed him as soon as she felt him fill her from what felt like the core out, her back arched up off the desk in a sharp crescent with Shouto desperately panting into her neck as she warbled out his name.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This was the man she’d fallen for, not the exhausted log she’d greeted at the office door. She couldn’t see his face but she could feel him smiling against her neck, his breaths coming in short bursts that fanned over her throat as he clung to her. “I love you,” he murmured between breaths. “So much. Gonna be better to you, promise. More of this, less of this morning.”

His hands have already begun to wander despite his bearings still clearly being scattered, soothing down her sides and circling her shoulders and seeking out every spot that makes her melt as she slumped against the desk, struggling for her own breath. Even while exhausted and strung out of his mind, Shouto still instinctively nurtured others before himself. The world really was too cruel of a place for people like him.

“It’s not a set of checkboxes,” she reminded gently. Her manicured nails dragged matching paths up the back of his head from hairline to crown, tilting his head into the center of her bosom. Shouto rolled with the touch and settled into her chest, his hands coming to a rest at her sides once she began idly circling through his hair. “It’s the effort that counts. I love you too. I’m not mad, promise. I just miss you.”

Shouto tilted far enough to peer up at her, mismatched eyes still hazy when they found hers from somewhere around the top of her covered cleavage. She hugged him into her chest tighter as it ballooned with fondness again. He hadn’t pulled out yet; he had no right to be that cute. “Let me get through one more call and then we can go home together,” he suggested. “Maybe we can make dinner and watch a movie or something.”

“That sounds great,” she replied before Shouto could have a moment to doubt himself. She beamed down at him, confident and assuring. “But first I think you might want to, uh…”

Shouto’s eyes darted to where their hips were still locked together and jumped with a quiet gasp. “Sorry.” He slowly backed himself away until he was completely free in one slow, almost agonizing slide, Momo’s knees closing within moments so she could haul herself upright and begin adjusting her sweater hems.

“Has anyone told you you’re incredibly handsome lately?”

Shouto froze midway through buttoning his fly with a little choked noise. She watched his eyes widen slightly as he stared at the carpet, his cheeks a slightly deeper pink than they had been when they separated. “Yes,” he said back with surprising certainty. “But it’s still nice to hear.” The smile he shot back at her was disarming to a concerning level, and Momo felt her own cheeks deepen when he fixed her with it.

Bastard.

#todoroki shouto x yaoyorozu momo #todomomo #bnha smut #bnha yakuza au #drabbles #my fics

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cloudywithachanceofwatering · 4 years

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the galtean tattoos and piercings [ mostly for the brave , pt3 ]

you might be wondering - cloudy , wtf is that username and where is the tattoo shop - i wonder that too but you shall see soon

p.s - anything with a bracket has a cm behind it unless it's not numbers . then go ahead and assume it's not height-related .

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the rest of the afternoon , they went full blown matchmaking mode . " listen man , if we want them to do the deed , first they have their needs , " lance slammed his hands on the table , a customer walking in and widening their eyes a bit before backtracking and walking back in , albeit further from lance .

" no lance , you aren't listening ! " pidge pressed her fingers against her temple . " we need them together first , then we set the plan into action . " lance threw up his hands , " listen babygirl , i know you cute and all but this attitude ain't it . boo , they need to go on a solo trip first and we stalk them , then we head out with your plan . "

the full-blown chaos at the table for two continued , as allura and romelle calmly took orders . " mmmhmm , aight , i need to dip soon before anyone from class sees me - " " well what about me ?! " " shit i forgot you weren't twelve , " lance snickered playfully as pidge leaned over the table to punch him . " fuck you ! "

quietly , they snuck out the moment shiro and matt walked in during their lunch period - yes , the ' double trouble duo floopers ' - i swear i'm only the narrator - were intense stalkers . they hid behind the counter , staring right at the ' #shatt ' couple as they sat at the table the duo was hust at . " ⁰⁰⁰k s⁰ l¹ke wh⁴t'⁵ the p¹⁴n , " lance whispered , pidge scrunching her eyebrows at him . " what the fuck did you just say ?? " she whisper-shouted , cause lance to roll his eyes and nearly stand up , if it wasn't for pidge . " i said ok so like what's the plan - " " no yer fokin did nawt ! "

their under the counter bickering continued , until pidge's ass was met with a rough kick from allura , allura's face with a desthly sweet smile . " hey matt ! hey shiro - since when did your lunch breaks fit together so nicely ? " allura teased , hearing matt snicker a bit . lance and pidge , from behind the counter , physically f e l t shiro's blush as they scrambled to sneak out .

" th¹⁵ ¹⁵ ⁰ur ch⁴nce , " lance hissed , trying to hold back laughter . pidge pinched his cheek , " ⁵top talking in goddamn ... superscript or the ... fuck math . " lance pushed her by the booty out as they crawled , " i said this is our chance !! move !! "

as romelle blocked the display on her left so the duo could slide on out safely without being notice - " pidge ? " matt squinted at the display case , " oh no , pidge is in class , isn't she ? besides , she never comes to our shop unless it's lunchtime , " romelle diverted matt's attention , the crawling duo quickly falling over themselves on the slippery tiled floor as they walked on all fours - more correctly , struggled and slipped and mopped the floor -

" ... pidge never comes alone ? she's never seen here without me , lance , hunk or keith ... ? " matt raised a eyebrow suspiciously , shiro's mind turning and turning and - " she's here with lance , isn't she ??? i didn't mark her attendance this morn - " matt flung his head around towards shiro on his left his face half scrunched up with confusion . shiro blushed a bit and he told himself this was the wrong time to feel this sinful way .

matt looked at romelle's nervous face , looked back at shiro and looked to the gorund on his right as he heard some knocking noises . he blinked once , twice , opened and closed his mouth , " so you played truant with lance ? mom's gonna - " he paused abruptly , wincing as pidge's face crumbled a bit .

shiro blinked at least five times , looking around . " ... your mom's gonna what ? i-i didn't see her contact number on the list in the ' call in case of emergencies ' column , " shiro squished matt's shoulder , confusion intensifying as allura and romelle cringed physically , the line of customers backing away a bit as they formed a new line so allura could take their orders .

matt , in all his 5'2 glory [ 161 if you're like me and had to use google to figure out because america doesn't work the same way as pretty much the rest of the world ] - not including his shoes and hair though , in that case he's 5'10 - immediately threw shiro's hand off him and dragged pidge and lance out , throwing them harshly on the curb and shouting bloody murder about truancy and that they should've have skipped class and all the things that shiro would've said but in a much softer voice and even softer use of language . " uhm . t-two caramel fraps with no whipped cream ? " shiro itched the back of his neck , handing allura his credit card as romelle went outside for damage control . " c-coming right up ??? " allura swiped his card , gave it back to him and shiro smiled nervously before heading outside for damage control part 2 .

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so here shiro was , trying to stop matt from pulling the troublemaking duo's ears and saying sorry to the passerbys . " l-look matthew , you don't have to - " " stop calling me matthew , just call me matt , and yes i have to ! " shiro blinked a blush as he opened the door to the tattoo shop .

a few heads turned as the bell on the door rang , the windchime in the shop right next to the door clinging ... sweetly , as weird as it is - albeit on the softer side as well . not what you'd expect from a typical windchime .

lotor smiled painfully as he finsiehd up some paperwork and handed it to the nervous client , whispering assuredly to them - " don't worry , our reputation as a shop is that it's mostly only for the brave , so y'know ... ya gotta have some kind of balls to come here . " the client just sucked in some air , refusing to turn around .

" matt , stop please , i'm literally 6'2 [ 190 ] and you're bringing me down to like , 7'4 [ 225 ]- wait no i meant 5'4 [ 164 ] - ouch ! " lance whimpered , pidge just getting dragged upwards since she was 5'2 . i'm not kidding here , she's like , the bare minimum of 159 . she likes to say 159.5 just to make herself feel better so she can round it up to 160 .

matt psuhed them down at his work station and closed the curtain , sitting down on the swivel stool and sighing , hands covering his face . pidge and lance sat close to each other , lance gulping a bit at the sight of a cotton ball with dried blood on a tray with piercing items . shiro had taken notice of the cart's tray and out of sheer terror , dropped it into the trashcan next to the cart , pitying the poor person who had to sit through that .

matt breathed in deeply , proceeding to stand up and make the swivel chair taller , before sitting back down and taking off his shoes and hearing them drop against the floor . then , quite unnervingly , looking directly at pidge and lance in the eye . " miei amici , mi amigos , 我的朋友们， my friends . how many languages do you need til you understand ? what has gotten into you ?! especially you , katie - la mia famiglia, il mio girasole [ i'm sorry , i had to google translate , hopefully it means ' my family , my sunflower ' ] ! mama and papa trusted me to take care of you since we were little kids - " matt cut himself off , putting his head on shiro's bicep as he sighed , squishing it a bit . " stress ball , " he whispered quietly as shiro patted his other shoulder .

pidge and lance were trying not to ship it too hard in misdt of the end of their life . shiro breathed out , hoping he wasn't blushing too hard . " listen , please ... " he did a dad sigh , matt following along . " i know that it's ' oh-so-hard ' to sit down in a classroom and listen to a teacher drone on and on and i get it - i was a student myself quite a while ago . but it doesn't mean you can simply skip like this , " shiro scolded gently , petting matt's hair as matt clung to him increasingly more .

the recievers were just quietly staring at their hands , starting to feel bad . " we're s⁰rry , " lance said quietly , his voice cracking a bit . pidge held back a badly timed laugh , shiro shaking his head as he watched pidge struggle to hold back .

#cloudyhadachanceofwatering #plance #vld pidge #vld plance #voltron plance #vld lance #vld shiro #vld allura #vld #voltron #voltron matt #vld matt #weeeeeewoooooooooo im finally done with this xoxo it got real long and its been in my drafts for years now lol #galteantattoosandpiercings

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the-secret-garden-party · 2 years

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March 24th 2022

I had school testing today for dual entrollment so I can take 2 years of college while still in high school so then I don’t have to worry abou it after guarduation and it would be easier. But of me being well me... I failed it so now I have to do the retake. I can’t wait to tell my parents.. The math was the WORST I hated to so much. I’m so bad at math, I want and I need to do this. I also kinda made myself finish quickly so then I could be able to go my 6th period (anatomy) which is my favorite, and I didn’t want to miss that, I hate missing that class. But maybe that’s why I failed in the end. I don’t know :/ it’s lunch at the moment so I have anatomy next and I’m looking forward to it. I like learning about blood and bones. Theres this kid in a couple of my classes and they went on this whole rant about them not supporting Hot Topic because they steal from artists but then turns around and buys a rip off strawberry dress from amazon how does that make sense, why say you don’t a company that steals from other artist then go and support a company that steals from other artists???. Let’s just call that person A, they don’t listen to anything and constantly trauma dump for no reason and randomly, it happens all the time in anatomy and if someone meantions something good and exciting they have to make it about themselves and turn into something sad, don’t get me wrong it’s good to do that but not in the middle of class when we are trying to learn about crap, It’s so fustrating and it brings me down and I’ve always been a gloom and doom but oh my god it’s starting to making ME feel bad... That’s a issue, a major issue. I can’t stand it, I have tired to help them but then they get mad at me, I told the guidance dean person some shit they where doing and they got mad at ME, but they where the only bitching and moaning about needing the help and all of a sudden it’s my fault, at this point I don’t think I care, why should I care? and a couple nights a ago A made a really fucked up joke about me then tired to gaslight me, what the actual fuck. Next time I am not helping them, becuase what are they going to do expect it??? I’m so sick of being fake nice to them. It’s getting boring and worse, on tuesday they made me a fucking candle... what the actual hell, it’s so weird and random and they keep giving me gifts that I clearly don’t want that I end up throwing out when I get home anyways and I have stated before hand to A that I don’t like the gifts and I don’t want more gifts but they don’t listen. Its extermly werid and makes me uncomfortable. What will it take to be listened too? My mom & dad don’t listen to me either so why would I be all shocked and surpised the only person that actually listens to me is my therapist and even then I don’t even know if she does. I like her advice and she’s nice but I am not so sure if she listens to me. I hust realized that A is wearing a light up flower crown in a cheap ripped off verison of the strawberry berry dress that instead of strawberries its cherrys and is wearing strawberry shoes with it INCULDING strawberry earrings, we get it you like fruit, and It’s so ugly too but oh my god. They keep trying to apologize for what they did the other night but why should I expect the fakest apology ever? I’m tired of fake apologies and I’m not even bothered. I fucking hate lunch so much, I have A in this class and it already makes it suck because of this but now 2 seniors chooce to fight RIGHT NEXT TO MY DESK pushing it off fully, I can’t stand this at all and they got mad at ME for yelling at them to stop and they didn’t even apologize not like I would believe it anyways but still. They refuse to do the bare minimum. And I just noticed that my senior year I won’t have any friends... My BEST (and only) FRIEND is graduating junior year because they got the qualifations for it... next year is the last year I’ll have her with me, that fucking hurts, I’ve been fake happy for the longest time since she’s told me because I don’t think I can handle the fact that I am loosing my best friend at school. I know we are still going to be friends but then who am I going to talk to at school, I don’t have any friends and I hate people. This is going to suck. High school is supposed to be my best four years then why doesn’t it feel ike it’s the best, it’s sucked worst than anything more. Lunch is almost over and I can’t type for any longer so I’m going to go and hopefully I am able to update everything or something.

Sincerly Me

#trauma dump #public diary #looking for friends

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meabhdbutsexii · 7 years

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merLOOSE I need advice... So this chiek I used to be friends with but I wanna CUT THEM TIES yaknow cuz she's toxic *cue Brittany Bitch* so she hits me up right and Idk how to reject people please demonstrate how to reject

U GOTTA GET TOXIC PEOPLE OUTTA UR LIFEEE. my firsts thang is be honest with this person u don wanna come out lookin like the bitch ere in this... Situation ukno? U gotta be as hoenst as u can handle liek if theyre like a bitxh and what nots then u gotta slowly stop liek replyin and stop forcing urself to talk on messenger n whatnotssss yknow? If its mostly making u feel bad too about how bad they are?m its tough to give thems advice's cause situations are all case by case deets ykno. But try being honest say ur tired you're wanting some alone time with yourself you're not feeling too good n shit. My best friend as a baba just stopped talking to me cold turkay cays I had made news friends in my own school?? And it upset me cause It was liekkk 5 yrs ago? And I still haven't talked to ehr I feel bad for doin nothing yknow? So don't just DROP THEM. but slowly withdrawal no one is gunna force you to be friends and and if u wanna be an adult u have to sort this out in an adult way! And just withdrawal and if they ask "y U FUCKIN IGNORIN ME HO??" HUST then be liek I'm not comfortable with u sorry and explain why?But also try seeing from their shoes WHY they're being toxic? Don't just assume they being a bitch for being a bitches sake? Maybe they have shiet goin on and have no one? Try seeing what's hapnenen on that side? Try seeing FROM ALL VIEWA? YAA?M but be clear be reasonable dDONT CALL EM NAMES and be an adult bout chiet

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seksipomminpurkaja · 7 years

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leonie/alicia, misfits and maz/moran if you wanna?

Gonna answer bit weirdly bc on mobile and this is good enough and hopefully tungle doesn’t fuck up the spacing again

1. Who is the hardcore one?

Both of the gals are pretty hardcore, Leo is kicking ass and taking names in armor while Alicia pretty much can control entire flock of attack birds

Both want to claim the ve the hardcore one bc 1) they’re both pirate captains 2) both know their gun and are no strangers to gunbattles. So i’d say they’re pretty equal

It’d Moran, even though they don’t want to admit it, they’re in contact with terrorist and dive into deep space and wrecks no one else dares to, that takes balls 2. How do they decide date night?

It’s Alicia dropping by thr barracks or finding Leonie on patrol to ask if she’s free for the night anytime soon. Most often she is

Just send a snap in lines of ‘yo i’m here, you’re near, wanna meet up have some drinks and see where it goes ;)’

Maz is organizing everythinh back home for when Moran comes, but is adaptable if Moran is tired or not feeling well, then it’s just movie night and cuddles 3. What did they think of one another when they first met?

Alicia had the 'oh shit im so gay’ moment, Leonie thought she was cute, this new birdmaster’s trainee is tripping over her own shoes, what did she see? (You leo, she saw you)

Harlei was intruiged, so this is the infamous Viir, what a nerd, on one of their job collabd, later when she saw him at a bar she thought he was even bigger nerd. For ninida i don’t know

Maz’s first instinct was to just go out there and help this poir dude hey you can get 200 bucks from that. They just saw them as a potentianal buisness parter for them to sell their findings forward, sure they’re cute, but why so anxious, i’m here to help 4. What type of house do they live in?

Leonie lives in her private quarter at the barracks, Alicia too has a small room in the same building but at the very other side. And she has to share bathrooms with others while Leonie only has to share the canteen. Sometimes Alicia comes and bunks at Leonie’s room

Both pretty much live in their ships, both have own quarters and both are fairly good sized

The shop’s backroom and upstairs is reserved gor living space, it’s but crammed but Maz made sure Moran can move there without problem. Small backyard to store extra stuff 5. When was their first kiss?

Leonie took Alicia to a tower overlooking the capitol and hust went for it, Alicia is not complaining

It wad bit tipsy, sloppy wet kiss from Harlei the very surprised Ninida. At the club, yank him close and just all open mouth tongue and little teeth, Nini did not know what hit him

It was shy for both parts but especially Moran, it was a quick one on the lips all sweet and dandy. Maz climbing up and cupping their cheeks and smooch 6. What does their texts look like?

*carrier pidgeon flies to the bird hut, alicis opens the letter* “send nudes”

Shared memes, lighthearted insults, innuendos from Harlei, meeting plans. Occasional confessions of love

“Where are you now? Did you eat? Do you have enough gas? Are you alright?” Just mostly Maz making sure Moran is ok 7. Who is weak for fluffy animals?

Alicia is weak for any animals tbh

I’d think Ninida is bit more, not weak but anyway

Maz, they’re so small and fluffy Moran look!! 8. Who cuddles up to the other even in hot weather?

Retreat in Leonie’s quarter, throw all clothes off and settle on the bed with window open is their go-to on hot summer days (leonie needs a do not disturb sign on the door though, alicia doesn’t know Anže is gay)

Harlei’s gonna dress down and settle on the bed and just wait for Ninida to come, maybe with some cold drinks, just… patiently waiting… anytime soon…

Maybe not cuddle up but still sit closely together, Moran resting their head on Maz’s lap maybe 9. Who calms the other down when they go on a plane?

Hm hm

Neither needs calming down

Maybe both? Moran is too bug for the seats and Maz has never travelled 10. Who can’t stop laughing when they make a stupid pun?

Leonie, and she has a loud laugh, everyone in the canteen knows when the knight captain is having fun

Both, Harlei maybe more

Giggles sure from Maz, from Moran idk

#ok harlei could sext as well but i think ninida won't appreciate that #ocs

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wonderlandfreak03 · 7 years

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The Truth Of My Life ♡

I just want to empty it all out here. In reality I am broken beyond any repair. I mean just to tell you that my psychologist basically gave up on me... It all started when I was like 9 or 10. my parents started arguing daily, the money started slowly but effectively fading away and the drinking became more of problem. Slowly but surely my so called "father" started walking out. First it was for a few days. Then there was a gap of a few weeks between the walkouts. As a child used to seeing the world in pretty colors this was devastating. However it was not only a few times because as the years crawled on, he started leving at least 2 times every month. This lead to economic issues which meant that the evictions started. It wasn't so bad the first time. We had lived in a pretty big 3 bedroom apartment for about 4-5 and had moved to a slightly more cluttered 3 bedroom apartment where we lived for about 2-3 years. We then got evicted again because of the constant walk-outs. Although he was clearly a burden at this point, my mother didn't care because she 'loved' him. So we continued to live with him. The next house had 2 bedrooms but was fairly big. Sadly due to the walkouts we once again got evicted after living there for only one year. What's next you may ask? Well, the eviction was set for my birthday but luckily they didn't show up until about 2 months later. But you see, being evicted this time had no solution. I'm not going to say we were living on the streets at this point because that isn't until later on. But we were homeless. We were staying at hotels every night. Struggling to pay for a week and struggling with our 4 dogs at the time. Why we didn't give them up was simply because we had raised them. I know it seems stupid but if you have dogs you may understand. We wound up going through 2 different hotels before we wound up on the streets. Sleeping in cars in a Walmart parking lot... At this point he has officially left. We were stranded... all of their recirds were ruined due to the evictions. We were just getting by renting a cheap hotel room once a week to shower. The government only offered about $200 worth of food stamps. And my mother's paycheck was about $500-$600 every two weeks which led to us losing everything we had stored in a storage: pictures and pretty much all of our property. As you can tell it was horrible. But sadly this was the way it was for more than 6 months. Our family knew nothing of us until my mother reached out in an attempt to borrow money to buy food. When they saw it all, they took us in. Sadly now that my family had a shared roof, she reached out to him once again. They got back together even though we continuously told her not to. She ignored us once again saying it was "love". He went on to convince her to buy an RV (which by the way was broken so basically just a bigger car for us to sleep in and pretend it was all okay) so she did. We then lived in a non-functioning RV for about 1 or 2 months. They still argued and I was in summer vacation. It was terrible to have to be there every damn day. Luckly they found a small apartment that had no bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a small kitchen and a closet. Imagine that small apartment being taken up by my 2 parents, my 21 year old brother, my 24 year old sister, and a 13 year old(me at the time). It was pretty crowded... It was good to have a house while it lasted but sadly, as you may have predicted we were once again evicted. This time only after 6 damn months... And we were homeless once again.... just like that. We now live in a one bedroom house but things aren't any better. He keeps leaving and my brother brought a friend and her daughter to live with us. She constantly makes drama stir up in our house. It sucks because its gotten so bad now that my brother is basically disowned by my sister and my mother. Its hard to stand on the sidelines while I see his friend constantly disrespect my family... and I can't do anything. Why? Simply because Im the youngest and no one cares. Yet I was the only one with sanity through all of this. As you may've been able to tell earlier in this post you could see that I've basically developed depression when I was about 10. I have since then had suicidal thoughts. I mean who wouldn't in my shoes right? To this day its been almost 5 years since it began. I am now 14 and I am basically on the verge of the cliff. There were several times I stood in hotel showers with a blade in my right hand ready to let it go, but I never as much as touched my skin with it. Why? Because of reasons that seemed to mean more to me than family; music and my friends. I knew that if I let go, my pact with my friend would be broken. She also has depression and suicidal thoughts, so we promised eachother to hang on for the other. Meaning that the days we are close to it, to just remember the possible effect: the other's death. And that's what kept me alive and still does to this day. It's gotten so bad in the past that I hust want to let go but I haven't... and sometimes I'm glad I haven't... But I can't deny that it slowly eats me up inside. It's getting worse and I know it...

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