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pastel-peach-writes · 5 months
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Hello! Can I request a caitvi x reader where the reader is really clingy due to some...unforseen event in their past? Sorry if it's a bit too vague😓😓.
BTW I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING. ITS AMAZING KEEP IT UPP 💯 👌
Hola hola!! It's not that vague at all! Thank you so much for your kind words! Here's your request, Anon! Also, do you guys mind if I reuse gifs? I try to find different ones each time, but there are only so many LMFAO
Cling Onto the Words You Say | CaitVi x Reader
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╰┈➤ PLOT: Every morning it's the same thing: Vi and Caitlyn get ready for work and you cry about them leaving. It's not like they didn't come back. Vi didn't understand your being upset. After a conversation with Caitlyn, Vi realizes she has some maturing to do and an apology to curate.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: F-Bomb, Hurt/Comfort(?), Comedy, Cheesy Costumes, Dramatic Use Of Rain and Water, No Use of Y/n
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
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"You can't go," you plead, tears stinging in your eyes. It was around 5 in the morning. Soft pellets of rain hit and ran down the glass window while the orange haze of the light strained your eyes. This morning was cold, the air nicking your skin and rattling your bones.
Your socks, thick comforter, and heater were doing nothing to keep you warm. Only your partners can keep you warm.
"Muffin," Vi sighed. She tore your hand off her sleeve. It was too early for this. Every morning you cling to her and Caitlyn as if you'll never see them again. She didn't get it. Every morning they'd leave and every night they'd return. It was like you had some sort of separation anxiety.
"We'll be back before you know it," Caitlyn's voice soothed the heartache in your chest. Vi's thick boots sloshed together as she met Caitlyn near the en suite's bathroom. You sat in the middle of the comically large and now empty bed.
"I just-- I don't understand why you have to go so early. Can't you go at a later time?"
Vi closed her eyes to suppress an eye roll and a groan. You warned them before you three started dating that you were clingy, but she never thought it would be this much. It annoyed her how much you thought of the worst. She's proved herself over and over that she'll come back; Caitlyn too, so why can't you ever believe them?
Caitlyn put a patient hand on Vi's shoulder. "You know we can't. We're going to be okay, darling. I'll check in at lunch." She then leaned over to Vi's ear. "Come on," she whispered, "let's go."
The two of them left the room, giving you soft smiles.
The tears that have been threatening to fall finally do. The hot liquid rolls down your cheeks and the strain of the light is no longer.
You're now alone in your room, sitting in the dark while the rain clatters down your windows.
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"I just don't get it," Vi huffed, throwing her hoodie over her head. Caitlyn offered her umbrella, but Vi pushed her hand away. "Every morning it's the same exact thing. The tears, the clinging. It's getting too much for me."
"Vi, now come on. You don't know what they went through."
"Oh, what, and you do?" Vi scoffed. She sharply turned her body towards Caitlyn, blocking the woman from walking. Caitlyn sighed. With the readjusting grip of her umbrella, she vaguely moved her shoulders.
"That's not what I meant."
Vi rolled her eyes. "Wow, okay. What a morning for me, huh, Cupcake? I'm not already annoyed that I have to come in early, but then I have to find out my partners are keeping secrets from me!"
Caitlyn thinks this could've been due to the weather, but she swore she saw Vi's eyes darken in color.
"Vi, let me explain--"
"And it's fucking raining too!" Vi barked. She stormed to the curb to violently kick her foot through the puddle of water. The disturbed water further soaked the concrete underneath the two women. "I fucking hate the rain."
"Violet!" Caitlyn shouted. Another eye roll came from the pinkette. She squared her shoulders to Caitlyn and gestured, saying "Now what?" with her body.
"You need to calm down," Caitlyn's voice calmed down as she eased towards Vi. "It's nothing personal and no one is keeping secrets. You also wouldn't be soaking wet if you got under the umbrella."
"I don't need no umbrella."
"Right. I'll be sure to remember that when you're ill on the couch, claiming you're dying when you have the common cold." Caitlyn motioned to the spot beside her. "Come on."
Vi huffed. "There's no point of me being under the umbrella anyone. I'm soaking wet," the woman complained, yet found herself beside the taller woman.
Caitlyn's face lit up with a warm smile and squinted eyes. "We'll get you fresh clothes back at the office. For now, listen to me with your head, not your heart."
On the walk to work, Caitlyn explained to Vi the reasons behind your clinginess. At first, Caitlyn was hesitant. It wasn't her business to tell, but your lack of storytelling was putting a wedge between you and Vi. Caitlyn didn't want her partners to hate each other. You were meant to love each other and her.
Throughout the work day, Vi spent most of her time processing the information Caitlyn told her and reflected on her actions. God, I'm an asshole.
Honestly, Vi should've known. She went through something similarly traumatic with her parents and even her sister. You would think going through such events would make her more emphatic, but nope. Instead, the past created a hothead with a big head and thick skull.
As Caitlyn promised, she checked in at lunch, but in a different way than she was planning...
"This is ridiculous," Caitlyn pouted at Vi. They were at your shared doorstep dressed in cheesy costumes they found at various stores.
Caitlyn was dressed in a red and shiny halter top with a Barbie pink mini skirt. She had black straps around her shoulders that held up white angel wings. She also wore a headband halo, white garters, white and lacy thigh highs, and finally, oh finally, cheesy ass face paint with hearts and "I love you" plastered all over her face.
Vi grinned. "I think you look hot, Cupcake."
Vi herself was wearing a red tank top, a doctor's coat, and black jeans. She also wore "hipster" glasses. Whatever the hell that meant.
"Of course you do," Caitlyn scoffed. "What is the point of this? We're supposed to be delivering lunch and we have," she stopped to check her watch, "30 minutes until our lunch is over."
"Oh, come on! That's plenty of time!" the pinkette beamed.
Caitlyn sighed, fixing the hold of the basket she was carrying. At least Vi had the smart to pick up lunch before forcing Caitlyn into this ridiculous costume and painting her face with childlike mischief. "What the hell are we supposed to be anyways?"
Vi's grin hasn't left her face once. She was enjoying this so much, the joy she felt overlapped the pain she was feeling in her cheeks. "I'm glad you asked. We're Dr. Love," Vi gestured to herself, "and his Cupid! Tada!" She gestured to Caitlyn who wore a stoneface.
"Who the hell is Dr. Love?!"
"I don't know!" Vi pouted, bringing her shoulders to her ears. "Look, I only had a few minutes to put this together and I really want to make it up to Muffin for being an ass, so, if you won't do this for me, do this for Muffin. Please?"
Vi's gray eyes stared into Caitlyn's blue. Her pupils were large and her bottom lip protruding from her mouth. At work, Vi was distant and closed-off like her mind was somewhere else. She had a permanent frown on her face and this was the first time all day Caitlyn saw joy in her eyes.
With a heavy sigh, Caitlyn pressed the doorbell to the house.
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes!" Vi grabbed Caitlyn's face, careful to mind the paint, and pressed a big kiss to her cheek. "I owe you one."
Caitlyn shrugged with a bashful smile, her cheeks matching the color of her top. "Oh, well..."
The dark wood door creaked open, revealing your frame. You didn't look much better from this morning, but at least you were dressed. "Hello--?" you blink at Caitlyn and Vi. Vi grinned proudly, holding her hands in front of her while Caitlyn shyly smiled.
"We brought you lunch," Caitlyn said.
With your eyes shifting between the two of them, your heart couldn't help but skip a few beats at the gesture. You had no clue what the hell they were dressed as, but the colors hinted towards something with love. "Okay," you said dragging out the word. You stepped aside and invited Vi and Cait into their own home.
"Why the getup?" You finally ask them once they settle themselves on the couch. Caitlyn was peacefully sitting with her legs crossed at the ankle. With her perfect posture and angel wings, she looked something short of ethereal. With her outfit, however, she looked like a drunken college student on Halloween night.
"I wanted to do something special for you," Vi explained. She was setting up the arrangement of your favorite treats and lunch foods on the coffee table. She was comfortable sitting on the floor while she did this. "Especially after this morning."
"Oh," you pursed your lips to the side. You sat on the opposite side of Caitlyn. "That? I don't even remember," you say as if you didn't cry for 2 hours after they left.
"Yeah, you do," Vi and Caitlyn said in unison.
You shrugged. "Who's to say?"
With a soft chuckle, Vi turned herself around to look you in the eye. "Muffin," she took ahold of your hands. "I love you. I love you more than I can put into words. Never, ever, in my life, will I abandon you. Never will I say one thing yet mean the other. Never will I say one thing and do another.
"You," she pulled herself off the floor. She situated herself between you and Caitlyn. "are my life," she continued. She turned to place a hand on Caitlyn's knee. "You both are."
Just like this morning, tears stung your eyes. Your heart ached and wept, yet unlike this morning, for a happy reason. Someone took the time to understand you, to get you, and to apologize for what they've done to you.
You don't know how Vi came to this realization, but you're thankful to any force that helped her along the way.
"I love you," Vi said, her eyes on you again "and I'm sorry."
A sob broke past your chest as you threw yourself onto Vi. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, sobbing into the nape of her neck.
"Oh, hey now," Vi whispered, wrapping her arms around you. Her heavy and comforting hand rubbed your back. She closed her eyes, taking in your scent and feeling you sob and break down against her chest. "It's okay. It's alright."
Caitlyn frowned at the sight though her heart was smiling. You were allowing yourself to be vulnerable with them, something she knew was hard for you given your past with your family. You trusted them. Finally, your heart knew you were safe with them.
Caitlyn reached to wipe away any tears she could see.
Snotty and emotional, you pulled yourself off of Vi. "I forgive you. Th-Thank you for apologizing to me."
"Hey, don't thank me for the bare minimum. I upset you and apologizing should naturally be the next step. I don't want to lose you, Muff." Vi held your face between her hands.
Her eyes danced around your face, taking in your features as her heart broke to see tears. She kissed them away, licking off the saltiness left on her lips. "Now, tell me," she whispered, a smirk showing on her lips. "How hot does Cupcake look right now?"
"Hm?" you peered from behind Vi. There, you see Caitlyn with her legs still crossed at the ankle. Her posture was still perfect, her wings and halo standing tall, and you didn't notice it before, but her top had a heart-shaped boob window. You snickered. "Very," you whispered back to Vi.
Seeing your lips move but not hearing you, Caitlyn raised a brow. "Hey," she pouted. "What are you talking about? Why is Vi laughing? What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Cupcake!" Vi laughed. "Let's just eat lunch, okay?"
Caitlyn pouted but complied nonetheless. They're running out of time to be with you anyway and she's hungry. She grabbed a tea sandwich and nibbled on it.
Vi grinned at you. "We good?"
"We're great."
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hystixia · 8 months
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surprised no one's asked for you to elaborate on the wound fucking idea yet like hello??? does disasterpiece mean nothing to you??
please talk more about it I'm begging you😭
also goodmorning LOL, it's never too early to be a slut for jeff :)
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FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER
WARNINGS 、NONCON, WOUND FUCKING, BLOOD, GORE, BLOOD KINK, DEGRADATION, IMPLIED SNUFF AT THE END (?)
NOTE 、LMFAO REAL ! ! you’re the only one that’s asked specifically abt it so therefore ! i shall give you what you want nonnie <3 ALSO GOOD MORNING ! LOVE YOU LOTS ! ! JEFF IS JERKING OFF OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW WATCHING YOU START YOUR DAY RN ! !
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You’re at a disadvantage but still able to push against him and attempt to create space despite him straddling you on the ground. He thinks it’s cute, the way you put all your strength into pushing him, brows knit together because you’re trying so hard. Your little huffed breaths and the way tears are clinging to your lashline because you’re scared of what he’s going to do with that knife in his hand if you don’t try to get away.
He knows though. He knows you’re scared of him, you’ve always been a little on edge when he was around and especially whenever he was near you. He liked that you were constantly on your toes, worried of what he’d do if you made him mad. It got boring as time went on though, he needed to bring that excitement back somehow and someway or he was going to move on to killing you to be done with it.
“Jeff, p-please! Please don’t do this!” “Do what? I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” He chuckles, finding it amusing how panicked you sounded as you desperately begged and pleaded with him to stop. He forces your shirt up enough to expose your belly and he drags the knife over the soft skin almost teasingly, a sick grin on his face as you trembled and cried.
“Fuck, I like it when ya cry.” He pokes the point of the blade into the side of your stomach just off the left before ghosting an X over it and your brows knit together in confusion, trying to understand what he was doing. He looks into your eyes and you tense up, that dark and violent glint in his red eyes and you nearly let out a hysterical cry but the air is ripped from your lungs when he plunges the knife into the spot he’d traced over. He twists the knife, chuckling darkly as you cried out and screamed at the top of your lungs, your hands trembling and trying to grab his wrist to stop him but you were far too late to prevent anything from happening now.
He smiles at the sight when he tugs his knife out, blood staining the metal before he looks down at the blood seeping from the open hole he carved into you. You gasp out, tears falling down your face and your chest rising and falling rapidly as you all but hyperventilate under him. He pulls you up and presses you against the tree and an odd angle that leaves more excruciating pain to spread in your stomach. You felt nauseous and dizzy, vision unfocused as you tried to clear your mind and think of something to do but it’s as if time has slowed for you but remained up to speed for him.
He’s quick to tug his pants loose and let them bunch up around his knees as he moves closer, cock already throbbing in his hand as he pumps himself a few times with a low groan. At first, you thought he was going to jerk off over you while you’re wounded and bleeding out. Which was disgusting in of itself but what he actually did was so much worse and you couldn’t have prepared yourself for it when his cock breached the gaping wound and your warm insides moved against his intruding cock.
You cry out, writhing and trying to scramble away but it’s much too difficult to do. He let’s out a hissed grunt before pulling back, staring at the blood coating his length, and then slamming back in.
“Gonna fuck y’up ‘til y’pass out, heh.” He says in a low voice, almost as if he were talking to himself and directly toward you. Your eyes flutter open and closed, struggling to stay conscious as the feeling of your guts moving and making way for him was too unbearable for you to withstand. You whimper and whine in pain and discomfort, sniffling and crying as you remain rather motionless at this point, too weak to try anything as he used you.
He’s grip on you is tight as he fucks into the wound, groaning as he watches the blood gush out and hit his hoodie, staining it a deep red color and the sight of it on his cock was sending him into a frenzy.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ take it, dirty bitch.” He huffs out, jaw clenched tight and brows furrowed together as his abdomen tightens up and his hips stutter in their rough rhythm. He doesn’t care that you’re unconscious or either dead at this point. You would be anyways once he finished in your guts and made sure you couldn’t draw another breath afterwards. “You’re fuckin’ mine, dumb slut— Fuckkk, that’s it, j’st be a good rapeslut f’me, ngh, and take it.”
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k0rek1yos · 2 years
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*cracks knuckles and they light up like glowsticks* alrighty- I, Mieko, would like to informally request anything to do with Byakuya Togami- I’m talking whatever u wanna do (full creative liberty here!! NSFW, random headcannons- idk- WHATEVER U WANNA DOOOOO) I just simp for lemon man okay-
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A/N: I JUST HAD A THOUGHT AND I IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THIS REQ LMFAO (also it's like 3am and at the end I wrote it in French cause if didn't register in my sleep brain that this was supposed to be in English sorry sob)
Prompt: speaking another language in desperation (French)
Pairing(s): Byakuya Togami x reader
CW: bad French grammar (I like speaking franglais a little too much), overstim, multiple orgasms, crying, anal, mindbreak???, dumbification, subspace
Notes: gn!reader, nsfw, if you say anything about my French I will cry
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"Byakuya, you doing okay over there?" You felt his tears dripping down your shoulder as you fucked into him, showing no signs of stopping. "You look a bit rough."
He tried to scoff, but it came out more like a pant, wrapping his legs around you tightly. His hair was drenched in sweat, white button up soaked through and unbuttoned, blazer and slacks discarded somewhere in your penthouse.
You were the only one allowed to see him like this. Byakuya Togami, former ultimate affluent progeny, president of Togami Corporation, now reduced to a mess of tears and sweat. His glasses were fogged up, crooked on his face. It was like the cherry on top of a hot, crying sundae.
"I'm... fine." He managed to huff out between breaths. "Keep- keep going."
"If you say so, boss." You put him down, flipping him over so he was pushed flush to the wall.
He cried out when you slid back in, rocking back and forth the same pace as before. Your hand snaked its way down his abdomen, reaching his sensitive, spent cock. It was slick with his fluids, still leaking steadily. Upon touching it, you elicited a whimper.
With a couple well-placed touches and some prodding at a certain spot, his knees were weak and his mind was racing. His thoughts were too fast to register and ended up as a string of erotic, jumbled sounds. It was music to your ears, the bruising of this man's pride.
"Aーah!" He couldn't stop it from coming out, he was nearing his breaking point. "J'suis- mon corps, c'est- ah!"
You could tell his body couldn't keep up with his mind. His sentences were but short, interrupted exclamations, full of whimpers and whines.
"Nngh! Ah!" His voice broke and he let out a sob, breaking completely. "J' t'aime! J' t'aime, je... je t'aime..."
Tears hit the floor and his legs gave out underneath him as he whispered those words. His body was slick with sweat and other bodily fluids from his countless orgasms, but you managed to catch him and help him to the bed.
His mind had calmed and despite how hot and dirty his body felt, he was content. Maybe it was the hormones, but he felt like he was floating.
"T'es d'accord ? J'n'étais pas trop fort ?"
"Ouais, je suis d'accord. J'ai un peu mal à la tête, mais c'est car ton climatiseur est de mauvais qualité."
"Tais-toi, Monsieur Riche."
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ariesbilly · 2 months
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misc. tag game
tagged by @blood-mocha-latte
a band you don’t like that many others do:
maneskin... tried a couple songs, wanted to like them.... cant do it
a childhood memory that you remember vividly:
this costume contest i refused to enter because my costume was boring and i knew i was gonna lose by the adults were like "no just join come on itll be fun" and i was like... already consumed by the darkness at that point lmfao and i sat watching everyone crying. fun! lmfao
least favorite animal and why:
i hate a snake. i respect their role in the ecosystem but dont you ever put one near me. dont put one within 5 miles of me. no. i dont trust anything that slithers bitch aint got no legs! i dont like that. and the striking? dont like that either. i have to stop talking about them now im genuinely uncomfortable
hot fandom take:
steve harrington is not a good character. he is badly written. yall only like him cuz you think joe is hot. thats literally it. the man has literally zero positive qualities. apply this to every other loved st character as well theyre all bad the show sucks i hope everyone dies
do you were any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:
i wear a friendship bracelet and a rope bracelet i got on a cruise (i forgot what theyre called. sailor bracelets or something?) and thats about the extent of my jewelry wearing
a movie others liked but you didn’t:
i don't think i've ever cognitively watched a movie and thought that i loved it or hated it. i'm usually just like Well That Sure Was A Movie. <- im keeping prevs because thats what wildest thing ive ever read in my life i need to study you lmfao as for my answer, insidious movies are bad. youre next is bad. many movies this website loves i havent even seen but i know they are bad thats why i havent watched them.
three things you love about yourself:
my hair is getting real cute lately. i am a huge bitch. i stare at my butt a lot i think its fun
a place you hope to visit in the future and why:
italyyyy i want to trace my roots
an actor that gets on your nerves and why:
idk if theres actors i have beef with for their personality lmao several i dont like because they are overhyped and im sick of seeing them. ariana grande she counts as an actress i cant stand her lmfao the vibes are rancid also stop dating married (taken) men its gross its weird
things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:
for my dog to finally be healed from her surgery cuz god its a lot of working making sure she dont pop her stitches
least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:
if stancy is endgame im setting fires to buildings i want you all to know this. also fuck a steddie and a ronance but that goes without saying
what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:
stranger things. riverdales a close second but stranger things... you are all genuinely mentally unwell i would like to speak to your therapists and tell them shit aint working
list three things you find beautiful about life:
the ocean my best friend the ocean. animals just be out here looking for pets... brings a tear to my eye. im really struggling for a third life is bad lmfao my best friend? thats it.
any dreams for the future?
i try not to think about the future it gives me panic attacks
how are you really feeling today?
sleepy
tagging (no pressure): @panickedpenguin @avalonlights @ihaveacorgi @imsodishy
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comradekatara · 1 year
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Hi, hope you're well.
I was listening to ‘social cues’ by cage the elephant, ‘in cold blood’ by alt-j and the ‘be the cowboy’ album by Mitski and all these songs just reminded me of this one western-ish mai&sokka roadtrip au where they are kind of cowboys, kind of assassins with a mission to kill local rich boy Zuko who can't seem to die, but I digress…
What would you envision for a mai&sokka modern au road trip?
ummmmmm please elaborate on this AU????? cowboy assassins mai and sokka sounds almost as good as bored teen detectives HELLO. also "zuko can't seem to die" is so true lmfao like he's not even trying NOT to get killed (in fact. the opposite) but he's indestructible nonetheless he's just built different. i'm picturing mai and sokka trying to kill him but every time they're about to they see him do smth so pathetic that they are momentarily distracted out of suddenly being overwhelmed with pity/secondhand embarassment for him, and he keeps managing to get away, escaping his fate. they can't tell if he's some kind of master of manipulation or legitimately the saddest guy alive. eventually they reluctantly befriend him upon deciding that he's more trouble than it’s worth.
as for a modern au roadtrip (boy, you sure do love roadtrips huh?) i definitely think mai and sokka would go on a lot of long drives together, especially during their college years (established lore states that they attend princeton together). these roadtrips include...
stopping at a gas station and buying SO MUCH junk food it doesn’t seem possible that only two people could ever get through that much food. but of course, they do.
mai wresting control of the aux cord but sokka likes every song in her music library anyway (some mitski, some kate bush, etc.)
mai talking shit about azula & zuko and sokka having to stop on the side of the road because he’s cracking up so hard he’s near tears, he can barely breathe.
mai really likes when sokka drives fast; she rolls the windows down to feel the wind in her face and yells “RUN OVER THE PEDESTRIAN!!” every time he stops for a red light.
comparing various quick and easy ways to kill yourself and neither of them being concerned that they’ve both clearly contemplated this a lot.
comparing horror stories about the assorted nightmare students they’ve met on campus. people who care about eating clubs, that sort of thing.
sokka banning mai from taking the wheel because she drives way too fast and it’s an actual safety hazard.
getting into a really big argument about objectivity in quantum physics even though they actually mostly agree with each other.
sokka getting a spontaneous call from aang (he just felt like saying hi) so they put him on speakerphone and talk to him for over an hour.
katara joining the call at which point sokka lights up and mai goes dead silent with an irritated look on her face until she leaves. mai’s just like “ugh katara is such a spoiled little princess” and sokka is like “YOU LITERALLY GREW UP IN A MANSION????”
sokka putting on jets soundcloud album at which point it becomes a test of endurance to see who breaks and has to turn it off first.
giving each other math and logic puzzles to solve as a way to pass the time but sokka gets too into it and ends up driving really slowly because he’s too busy concentrating which only serves to extend the length of their journey.
stopping at a diner and eating so many waffles between them that their server is genuinely concerned for them.
mai napping in the backseat and conducting an entire conversation with sokka in her sleep (this is not nearly the first time this has happened btw).
sokka stopping because he saw some cool mushrooms on the side of the road and mai being like “ew. that’s literally fungus. ew” to which sokka’s like “yeah, so cool, right?”
stopping at another gas station to stock up on even more junk food (they ran out an hour ago).
getting into a debate over whether aristotle was an important thinker in his own right or whether he was irreparably nerfed by being a student of that idiot plato.
getting into an extremely heated debate over which pokemon is the most fuckable (the conversation ends when mai says “lickitung”).
sokka noticing that mai is suddenly sweating a lot after having just checked her phone and he’s like “oooooooh did you get a text from ty lee??” and mai’s like “SHUT UP?? SHUT UP AND ALSO. I’LL KILL YOU.”
flawlessly singing all the words to smash mouth’s “all star” without missing a beat.
sokka being like "look!!!!! an animal!!!!!!!!" every time they pass an animal and mai scoffing in disgust because she hates all animals except for lizards.
stopping at yet another gas station because they somehow ran out of snacks again.
prolonging their trip by taking lots of pointless little detours because, ultimately, they enjoy this space they've created for themselves far more than the prospect of actually leaving the car and facing the world in all its brutal vulgarity.
driving slower than necessary and cranking the music up as a sort of last hurrah as they cherish the final moments before they pull up to their destination.
arriving.
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mangotortoise · 2 months
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Books - January 2024
(Crying because I had this queued and not filled in lmfao and it posted)
This past month, I read three books: I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jeanette McCurdy), Winter in the Blood (James Welch), and The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath.)
IGMMD was fucking incredible. The prose was simple, but in such a way that the abuse McCurdy suffered throughout her whole life felt doubly amplified and stark and bleak. If you are in the right headspace to read this, I highly recommend it on audiobook since McCurdy herself is the narrator here (and that gives it more weight.) It was also interesting from my perspective as someone with OCD and who's had it since she was young to see how another person wrapped her brain around it.
WITB wasn't long, but it did take me a while. Not because it was bad, but because it's the kind of story that meanders and I'm easily distracted. I fucking loved it, however. It's like, the style used here and the story, and the way the words painted such an austere picture of the world made it feel like a watercolor painting. (Also, I teared up especially near the end, rescuing that cow.)
TBJ: not my favorite book ever, but I'm glad I read it. Plath has such a way with words--very lyrical, almost sultry--and the audiobook narrator's voice was sexy as hell. I think that while it definitely lost some steam for me around the first mental asylum, it picked back up and paints a very good (very relatable) picture about how isolating mental illness feels, and how much it distorts your view of the world. (Be mindful: Plath can be a bit period-typical with regards to racism. Or probably period typical. Doesn't make it ok, mind you.)
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sinbrook · 11 months
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Who is the muscluar big guy from trigun that I keep seeing?
BLESS BLESS BLESS thank you for asking me about Trigun!!
So I think you probably mean Livio?
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Livio and Razlo are my BOYS man, they're my guys. OUGH.
Usually I am Not A Fan of characters being added to the main cast super late in the game, but I think him being introduced a little earlier as a villain superrrr helped me accept him as Part of The Gang. Ya know? He's one of my favourite characters and I just adore him. That being said, it's really hard to talk about him without spoilers. Like, really hard. Actually Trigun is hard to talk about without spoilers! So I'm gonna shove this long ramble nobody is gonna read, under a read more. I'm a kind soul, I'm protecting your dash.
Also total warning, this isn't like... legible, this is the worse way to learn about the character cos im just going "wow it was cool when he did this thing... and also this thing... hes so cool i love him" for too many words.
So I'll address his main sort of... thing, first off. So Livio has dissociative identity disorder, and like, for a lot of it, it's quite clear that Nightow didn't exactly go in with a heap of research on the subject. However, I wouldn't call it a negative portrayal at all. Ofc its not really up to me, but like, he wasn't really portrayed as dangerous because of his disorder. He and Wolfwood have the same backstory, they're dangerous because of The Eye of Michael and those dudes have always been explicitly condemned in-narrative as, y'know, the baddies. It's less "he's bad because he's bad" and more "he does these things because he's been conditioned by a cult from a young age to do these things". His disorder is like... not even a factor. The Eye just likes stealing kids and training them for bad stuff, man. And like, you do feel sorry for them. Both Livio and Razlo have been hugely manipulated by Chapel in particular, who positioned himself almost as a father figure, and certainly led them to believe he cares about them. So like, it's not really surprising he does everything he's asked to, he hasn't really had anywhere else he's felt cared for. Anyway I LOVE Livio's intro in the manga. We're told two guys are coming, Livio the Double Fang, and The Tri-p of Death.
Then these two dudes show up:
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And like... you make the obvious assumption that those are the guys, ya know? Sure looks double-fangy to me. They're then shown tearing through a bunch of intimidating looking dudes to sort of, hype up how strong they are, right? But nuh cos see.
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Livio just comes in and wrecks their shit, picks them both off as though they were nothing.
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and to be fair, they are! He's a very high-level eye of Michael dude ya know?
So yeah, that's our introduction to Livio, fantastic way to show that he's just, like, strong as hell. We learn he's joining the Gung-ho Guns, so y'know, oof, he's now in direct opposition to our heroes, supposed to make you nervous and all. Anyway he and Chapel show up every now and then to just be... y'know... annoying. Try and kill him a lil y'know... that sort of thing.
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It's these fucked up family reunions that we love ya know. This is totally me at Christmas.
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Anyway this time was rlly funny because Elendira rlly said "you three are so annoying pls leave your drama at the door"
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And they DID hahaha. I don't blame them, she's scawy.
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Anyway what I think I like most about Livio is how like... y'know, sweet he is. He's kinda like Wolfwood in that he's a total sweetheart at his core but life just hasn't let him be sweet, ya know?
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When Jasmine was in trouble, baby Wolfwood didn't even hesitate to run out and save her.
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And Livio was the same, you know? And after The Couch, Livio even says, he wants to live his life like Wolfwood so like, we've got these two dudes with near identical journeys.
From orphans, to initiates, to assassins, to good guy with a gun lmfao. Despite what Livio does, it's really hard to ever hate him, and Razlo, too is extremely sympathetic...
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Like he's got his own motivations and shit he's working through, man.
Anyway I really love during the Elendira fight when hes like, struggling to beat her, how Razlo gives Livio his own sort of hype man experience like the manga flashes back to how hard Livio worked to keep up with Razlo and the Eye, and Razlo is like hyping him up the whole time. It's really nice and wholesome :)
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Anyway his journey from emo cult man to himbo cowboy was fantastic and I love Livio so much, he's a sweetheart.
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And I loved his appearance at the end of the manga, like, showing he was looking after the orphanage and stuff.
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And also this whole scene where he and Vash ate together made me cry.
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bonesandthebees · 11 months
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I have absolutely no idea if i sent this ask or not, bc i know i meant to but i also know that I have opened this app multiple times with the ask bar open and then closing it and forgetting about it 😭😭
So ignore this one if i have already sent it, and if not then hi LMAO
I saw a post on my feed about Mermay with a different fandom and it reminded me of your fic "what the water gave me" which is still one of my all time fav one shots Ever
Like genuinely, it gave me so many more emotions than I was expecting from a simple mermaid fic and aaaaa
You're honestly one of the few authors I'll read pretty much anything from. Like before you, I'd never had Any interest in mermaid fics, at all hahaha. Like i didnt have a problem with them!!! But they weren't really my thing? And then what the water gave me comes along and i was like "yknow what, let's give it a try. It's bee's writing so I'm sure I'll love it." And yeah, I fucking loved it.
Ooohh my god, it's still one of the most emotional reads of my life, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY BUT JUST... WILBUR BEING ACCEPTED INTO THEIR FAMILY:((( WILBUR FINDING OUT HE *IS* FAMILY, HOLYSHIT BRO IT DESTROYS ME EVERY TIME
The click scene is still one of the cutest things ive ever read HOLYSHITJSJDKFKFKSKD
And honestly i was like "maybe i was just feeling extra emotional that day" BC I LITERALLY CRIED... LOTS OF TEARS... WHILE READING IT and yeah no, i reread it and while i didnt cry as much, i still cried. It's such a good fic rahhh
I also have great memories of it now lmfao bc my friend and i were both using the fic react channel at the same time, and i was crying over found family and he was crying over the fic guided evolution which had dream being evil and stuff LMFAOOO, Two VERY different emotions happening in the chat hahaha
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These are still some of my fav screenshots ever LMFAO (pfp art by wolfythewitch^-^)
But yeahhh, now im gonna go reread it again. And cry, again. Love ur works bee!!!
awww this is so sweet thank you icyfox!! tbh I love what the water gave me so much. I came up with it and wrote it in a few days near the end of may last year, and it's still one of my favs to go back and reread
it means so much to hear that you'll try out fics you're not sure if you'll like just bc i wrote them. like that's seriously one of the highest compliments i feel like i can get as an author. i'm so happy you enjoy my writing so much :D
the clicking scene!! god I had so much fun writing that. still one of the best ideas I've had imo
I didn't think anyone would cry omg!! hope your eyes were ok after that lol
tysm!! this reminded me I have to brainstorm for mermay since it's may again and I have zero mer ideas currently... uh oh guess we'll have to wait and see if i can come up with something again
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misalpav · 2 years
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Thor: Love and Thunder Spoiler Review
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Ik it’s been two days since I saw the movie. I’ve been too busy to post sryyyyy.
MAJOR SPOILERS BEYOND CUT YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
ok so overall idk it wasn't bad but also wasn't good? I think that was the general consensus of the ppl I watched it with
Things I liked
I'm gonna get to the main cast but MATT DAMON SIR I LOVE YOU. I'm so used to watching the guy kick ass so watching that ridiculous play with him as Loki >>>>>. I got the fact that he cameos spoiled but not like this lmfao 💀
ALSO I LOVED THE TWO GOATS LMAO
Thor - ok appearance-wise I was honestly lmao at the beginning during the transition from that recluse look to what essentially looked like a teen gang leader (BUT ALSO LEATHER JACKET MY BELOVED)
And I mean he was funny
Christian Bale as Gorr damn
KORGGGG I LOVED HIM SO MUCH. My heart almost stopped when the lightning bolt went through him but the scene at the end when he makes a baby with Dwayne <333
also the allusion to Dwayne “The Rock” was hilarious
Jane - I LOVE HER but I wish they slowed down a bit with her character arch. I loved when she introduced herself as Dr. Jane Foster or Mighty Thor though.
AND INTRODUCING MIGHTY THOR J TO KILL HER WTF MARVEL
Valkyrie was queen as always and that moment when she kissed the hand of the girl at Omnipotence <3333
And on that note them showing trans rep with Axel was rly nice
I LOVED THAT SCENE WHERE THOR GAVE HIS POWERS TO ALL THE KIDS AND IT MADE THE LIGHTNING TREE THING OMG it was beautiful
Ok but when they showed that domestic scene with Thor and Gorr’s daughter my first thought was Uncle Loki :’) which I immediately shared with ms. @janetsnakehole02​ effectively bringing us both to near tears
HERCULESSSSSSSSS I’M SO HAPPY OMG HE’S IN THE MCU AND HE’S BRETT GOLDSTEIN AKDJHDKFKAUFJHLAU
one thing I suspect though is now that they’ve brought the necrosword and also the concept of celestials and symbiotes into the MCU they’ll also introduce Knull as the next Thanos-level villain in the villain and that’s exciting. I mean, look at him: 
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Things I disliked
it felt like there were many plot holes lmao like why was Jane able to destroy the necrosword?? why couldn't Thor ask Eternity for Jane back??
The trailers were misleading, I expected more Guardians of the Galaxy tbh
I think there was a lot left out on Thor plot-wise. There was a lot of potential to explore his emotions with the loss of his family but there was just so much of Jane x Thor I think they should’ve toned down the ship and brought up the family feelings
I feel like Gorr was underdeveloped. We saw him getting his motivation but really nothing else about him. What was his civilization like? Were the gods ever good to his people??
It also felt like there was less plot more jokes which was kind of underwhelming
I think Valkyrie was underutilized
I wish they showed some of Thor’s family in Valhalla though seeing Heimdall was nice
ALSO WHY THE HELL DID ZEUS HAVE AN ITALIAN ACCENT??? it was weird tbh
I also noticed a BUNCH of parallels to Loki and Thor in dark world that they recreated with Jane and Thor and tbh why???? It just didn’t feel as original after that
Idk just overall something was missing
Rating: 4/10 - I might rewatch it for a few scenes but I don’t really care enough to rewatch the whole movie. I’m kind of disappointed bc even though I had low expectations for this movie something about it being a Thor movie and the fact that I just generally like Thor movies made it even more disappointing when I didn’t love it.
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yall know what time it is. ITS BREAKING THE ASKBOX TIME SJJSKALALALKAKSKWLWMNSNDDJKDK
honestly i expect nothing short of a masterpiece the moment i saw the notification. YOU! DO! NOT! DISAPPOINT! EVER! MISS CALY!!!
before getting into the crazier bits of this chapter, i wanna acknowledge how much you’ve grown as a writer during this series 🥹 recently i started re-reading some of the older moc chapters, and not to say that your writing wasn’t great before in any way, but the way you write now is so much more refined and beautiful, and i guess some of that is also attributed to how intense the story line and characters have developed. seriously, i’m so grateful to be able to read something and feel just how much effort and love the author has poured into in. now i can go on and on about praising your talent but i digress for the sake of discussing more… pressing issues that goes on here :)
*SPOILER ALERT FROM THIS PART*
now that jisung, hyunwoo and even hyunjin (sadly) has reached their demise, it finally dawns on me that this really is an end of an era. we spent like the past 1 or 2 maybe even 3 acts going through a gazillion emotional roller coaster rides all caused by jisung, but now is it weird that i’m kinda sad that he’s gone? it’s a perfect ending since jisung will probably never get his redemption even if he lives, but idk, i think it’s kinda depressing how love makes you do crazy shit :/ hyunwoo, on the other hand, BYE YOU ASS LMFAO WELL DESERVED. the only thing that dude has is the fucking audacity until the very last minute.
the action scene was beyond immaculate just as the emotional ones and there’s no doubt about that. im writing this with metaphorical tear streaks down my face and a broken heart after reading the whole chapter. you’ve got a way with words that can make me feel like i’m living and breathing in this fictional world. also, can we talk about this:
“Give me what’s mine first”
“Let her go immediately, you dog, or I’ll put a bullet in your head too.”
WELL GOD DAMN SIR. i’m gonna be fr and say i was SO certain we’re finally gonna get the infamous, long-awaited scene that must not be named between captain and ghost, but that’s on for me for not taking the slow burn warning more seriously lol. BUT there is still hope, i mean our mc would not be our mc if she can resist temptations and mind her own business yk.
"All these pit stops, huh? You sure she's the one trying to save you here, Captain? Because it looks an awful lot like that's what you're trying to do to her instead."
"Nightingale"
“I'm going, I'm going!”
and THIS IS ADORABLE OMG?!/?? i swear this whole part and the next part here is a prophecy that they’re gonna get it.
Yet, what you see before you is a trap, one carefully set by a vulnerable yet volatile man who could easily turn the situation into one that is advantageous to him permanently and you briefly. You imagine he has been in this position before — one where he can take as he pleases without thinking of the consequences of his actions — and where you stand, in a vulnerable spot yourself, you feel that tug to be near someone on equal footing. Wonder persists in your mind as you question where that is how Yunho initially fell into bed with him some time ago, or even further back to the first time Seonghwa was with him.
my girl has got some resolve and dignity alright, but we’ll see how long that lasts hahasksjak. we still probably got around 100 more chapters lol but just so you know, you’re gonna have to expect more than a broken askbox when that happens. everyone here will go so insane we might accidentally report you for emotional damage /hj. this is more than enough rambling but PLEASE I CAN NOT WAIT FOR MORE YOU’RE A LITERAL GODSEND THANK YOU LOVE YOU <3 - 🌊
OMGOMG okay i’ve been trying to answer this ask for like 2-3 weeks now but tumblr kept making it disappear from my inbox i was legit losing my mind?? but god bless today... today it worked... so finally i can respond... 
thank you for waiting for me so sorry tumblr was a bitch and didn't let me respond sooner </3 i was legit so sad it kept disappearing bc i wanted to answer SO BAD LSKDFJFLK thank you thank you first off in this past few days i'e received so much lvoe and compliments on my writing, and i've been told many lovely things and i know you sent this ask a while back but man it still means so much to me i'm still so grateful the words hold just as much meaning to me i really truly appreciate them and you!!!
now onto the spoiley bits... you're spot on! this is the end of an arc in its own regard where we've been in this storyline for such a long while by now that it's a bit like wow! that's over! i've been loving seeing the mixed bag of reactions about jisung, truly, the overwhelming majority are upset over his death even if he was a villain in many regards and that is super fascinating to me and frankly that was my goal i was trying to achieve! switching the perspectives of jisung vs hyunwoo, i wanted to play with that concept and i couldn't be happier with the outcome!
hongjoong and mc have such a fun dynamic and push-and-pull to play with too i adore it and i adore seeing everyone react to that as well, especially with recent chapters ofc.. but she's a strong one! she's resisting well! she's still got her resolve and her dignity both buttttt we'll see how much longer that lasts :3
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appreciating some real juxtaPosition in the contrast of [winston’s posture re: being across from rian] when being at adjacent desks for the first time in 5x05 vs their Relationship Definitely Hurtling Towards Something exchange in 5x07
#also i'm like near tears about it lmfao#i again paid attention to the [small Gesture turns into nervous fidgeting w/hands] also pictured in the 5x07 screenshot#and definitely got misty about it like you're killing me here#sure is also Relevant to think about the approach in 5x06 when they are sitting across from each other#where neither of them turns towards the other save with their heads a time or two and the mutual attempt at. some restraint is clear lol#but this is like Peak Juxtaposition here of the most Get Out Of My School Moment vs most I Look Sometimes; I Was Already Impressed Moment#aka winston trying to present Animosity in the former & all but directly convey ''yes i Like you =]'' in the latter#even if probably both times the underlying sentiments are clear enough to rian lol#just gonna lean back and prop the feet up as a tbt established display of Performing Confidence ft. maybe also issuing a challenge#which also just so happens to put more distance & a barrier between yourself & your crush & re: the latter so does crossing your arms....#then cut to 5x07 with possible in vigilantrix veritas elements as we always say and oh i'll just pivot towards you and smile#and sit more upright then ever ft. just maybe leaning in a tiny bit and either way it's all certainly more open than 5x05 / 5x06's scenes at#their desks....well now i; the person posting this; am Just Looking....just absorbing some of these choices / details....#winston billions#riawin#simply thinking about all this....
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Just in case you missed it: some person made a blog called @transmisogyny-explained and started a massive blocklist of "transandrophobia truthers" as if we were conspiracy theorists, and refuses to add trans women who believe in transandrophobia because "this is about tme people using it as an excuse for transmisogyny".
We're ALL being added. Vent blogs, people who have only liked posts, people who have made posts, they're SWEEPING every post and asking followers for names and it's like... So laughably organized by people who have transmasculine people. Lmfao.
I saw, it makes me feel exhausted and sad and frustrated on many levels. My angst at present is the way it's always parsed as trans masc vs trans femme, in the sense of gender only fitting on a line between female and male. When we talk about gender in those terms, without including the wider complexity of gender beyond the binary, we're also contributing to an ongoing problem where nonbinary is left out of every discussion, treated as a third gender, and generally ignored or otherwise excluded.
It's also frustrating being aware of specific cases of violence or bigotry directed at trans masc people, cases I'm aware of because they were really high profile! and I have to see discourse like there's no such thing as transandrophia.
It's discouraging that it's so much coming from this place of stupid puritanical exclusionist call outs, all this purposefully inflammatory language just to try and tear down some corner of the trans community.
And I have this dumb post about trans your gender and you'll calm down and I love it because so many people of all gender experiences are sharing the same kind of story. This silly and beautiful moment of "I thought this gender stuff was ridiculous and then I realized I just wanted different gender stuff." Y'know were all distinct but in so many ways we are all SO MUCH ALIKE. We have got so many shared experiences that take us on different journeys why are people spending time to make a list of "The Unclean Excommunicated Ones Who Have Spoken of The Devil's Foul Transandrophia."
I'm just. Why are people working so hard not to see the good? When so much more good is right here? I got so many near and far trans folx making my Tumblr better, it's exhausting when I watch people try to make it worse.
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babyboibucky · 3 years
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Devil’s Mark
Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU
A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao
Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me
Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST
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When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.
You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.
Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.
This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.
Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?
Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.
"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.
"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.
Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.
Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.
A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.
"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.
Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.
"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.
Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.
"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.
"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.
Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.
"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.
You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.
To make you feel useful for once.
Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.
"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.
Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.
"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.
Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.
A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.
"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.
Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.
"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.
You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.
All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.
"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.
If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?
"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.
Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.
A saint who was willing to sin just for him.
Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.
You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.
"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.
Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.
He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.
"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.
"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.
"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.
He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.
"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.
"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.
You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.
"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.
The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.
"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.
Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.
"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.
That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.
"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.
You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.
Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.
The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.
"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.
You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.
"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.
Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.
Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.
"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.
"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.
He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.
"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.
You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.
"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.
"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.
Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.
"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.
"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.
Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.
"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.
Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.
He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.
"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.
And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.
The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.
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jaehyunoos · 3 years
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- Over it
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Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?
Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end
Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???
Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)
Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)
Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚
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You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.
Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.
Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.
Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.
You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.
Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?
You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.
Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.
You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.
Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.
How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.
"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.
Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.
"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.
"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.
Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".
"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.
"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"
"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.
"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.
You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?
"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"
You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.
Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.
You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.
'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.
You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".
"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"
you frowned.
"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.
What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.
"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.
"Hm?"
"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.
"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.
That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.
Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.
"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.
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sharkboygirlish · 2 years
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Something in the Way You Move… Makes Me Feel Like I Can’t Live Without You.
Disclaimer: One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.
ONE-SHOT.
Rating: T
Author’s Note: For @marimoandtangerine on Tumblr as a part of @zonamievents secret santa holiday event!
Takes place when Nami is sick right before they land on Drum Island, after Zoro tells Luffy to go check it out & theres a few minutes where he's alone with her.
also I'm sorry this is late & if its not not that great, Ive been in the process of moving & i had a really hard time writing something that's not smut bc im a heinous trash raccoon lmfao
Summary: He’d even noticed her wince when a bug bit her back on Little Garden. He’d believed her when she said it was nothing.
AO3 link.
‘How many times had he tried to convince himself that he didn't care for her?
She was too bossy. Too full of herself. Too greedy. There were a hundred and ten different reasons for him not to give a fuck about her. Maybe more!
But... as the days passed, and he spent more time with her, he began to notice things that he found really endearing.
Like - her patience with children, and how gently she treated them. Her ability to predict a storm by a slight change in air pressure. Her sense of loyalty. Her crafty, witty nature. Her smile. Her laughter...’
Zoro could hear Luffy chattering about the island that had just been spotted, but he was too lost inside of his own head to say anything more than, “Just go. I've got it covered.”
‘Before he knew it he was taking naps near her chair. Having drinking competitions to see which of them had the best tolerance. Listening affectionately while she explained something complicated about the weather and the ocean.
And lately, every time he thought about her his stomach twisted into knots. His chest burned like he’d been pierced with a branding iron. Sometimes when they drank together he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to touch her.
He’d tell himself over, and over, and over again that the only reason he thought about doing something so stupid was the alcohol. Not because he was attracted to her. Or because he liked her...’
His gaze turned to Nami now, and his forehead wrinkled in a small, confused frown. A little voice in the back of his head told him he could lie till he was blue in the face but that wouldn’t change the fact that he was falling for her.
‘After all, his instincts had been honing in on her since the day they’d met. He became hyper-aware of anything that might threaten her. If she was in danger of being harmed he felt like his heart would burst through his rib cage if he couldn’t protect her.
He’d even noticed her wince when a bug bit her back on Little Garden. He’d believed her when she said it was nothing...
But now she was lying in bed struggling to breathe. Her fever hadn’t gone down in days. Vivi had told them if they didn’t get her treated soon, there was a very good chance that she could die.’
The swordsman swallowed the stinging lump that had formed in his throat and forced back tears that wanted to leak from their ducts.
‘He didn’t like to think about the way he would feel if she were taken from him. It reminded him too much of Kuina... and of a bad dream from long ago that felt all too real. About a woman with eyes like his that he didn’t have the power to save.
He never wanted to experience the way part of his soul died along with the people he cared about ever again. He chose to keep anyone he met at a distance, that way their loss couldn’t hurt him. Alone he had nothing to worry about except himself.
Then he’d met Nami, and the rest of their little crew - and they turned his world upside down. He’d been doing such a good job protecting his heart but against all odds she had found a place within it. And now.. If this disease took her because he couldn't protect her...
He was sure that it’d break him-‘
Distracted by the sound of footsteps pounding across the deck above him, Zoro shook his head somewhat violently to break his thoughts up.
‘Fuck,’ he pushed off the wall and moved over to the navigator, bracing his hand on the mattress by her pillow. ‘He didn’t want to lose her - he didn’t even want to think about it anymore because it was making him feel sick.’
“We’re gonna get you fixed up real soon,” the swordsman said quietly as he bent over her, and kissed the space between her eyes. He lingered there for a beat before continuing, “You sit tight, okay?” As he drew back, a tender expression overtook his face that he wasn’t aware of. He lightly traced his way from her cheek bone to her jaw with the backs of his knuckles.
‘He didn’t believe in gods, but he felt half inclined to pray that this island had a doctor who could help them. He really, really needed her to be okay. He just... he wasn't strong enough to grieve for another person.
Not one that he, whether he admitted it or not, loved so deeply.'
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boobz-fye · 3 years
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A picture is worth a thousand words
Matsukawa Issei x (Fem) reader -that has a young daughter
^Angst to Fluff
Warnings: Daughter's biological father isn't in the picture (I don't know if that needs a trigger warning but whatever), very little mention/actions of manipulation, mention of blood, mental breakdown, other than that just fluff.
Word count: 747
Note: this might be bad cause I wrote it in the middle of the night, but I really wanted to get something out cause I disappeared for like a week lmfao. I really wanted to write for Matsukawa because I haven't done anything for him yet, and this originally was going to be a story about him cheating on you but I decided agents that because I'm writing Tanaka angst at the moment and I need a little bit of fluff to keep me sane tbh. Also I'm sorry that this is so short but I hope you still enjoy!!!
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You slam your phone down on your desk, feeling rage spread through your body like a rapid fire. All because for some reason your ex wants custody of his daughter back, the same ex that got you pregnant and then left you for one of his side hoes, the same ex that refused to take any responsibility for the child, the same ex that got another girl pregnant after you, and the same ex that didn't want to be “anywhere near that thing once it comes out”. Not only does he have the audacity to try and pry his way back into your daughter's life, but he also is trying to get into yours. Telling you how he missed you, and he didn't understand where everything went wrong. This trick would have probably worked on you when you were pregnant, naive, and vulnerable. But not now, you have a whole new family thanks to him. Finally finding someone that cares for your daughter like she's his own blood. Matsukawa had taken you and your daughter under his roof when you were kicked out of your apartment, and after some months living together you both started catching feelings for eachother. Which had bloomed into a beautiful relationship and gave your daughter the father figure that she deserved.
The rage inside of you slowly dissipated and turned into sorrow. The bad memories of your past fill up your head and spill out through your eyes. Heavy tears run down your face and blur your vision. Not looking at where you are walking, you trip over your own feet and crash on the ground, taking everything on the table next to you with. All of your emotions started to control your body making you want to throw a fit like a little kid, so you did. You pick up the things that crashed on the ground with you and throw them at a wall, without giving it a single thought. A couple minutes later and now you find yourself in a room of broken antiques and shattered glass. You look down at your hands to see little cuts with blood trickling down them. But before you could worry about that you see a perfectly fine picture frame laying on the ground in the corner of your eye. Still not feeling fully satisfied with damage you have already done, you crawl over to it. But before even thinking about picking it up and throwing it, you look at the photo inside of the frame. You feel your chest get a little heavy and a knot twist in your stomach. The photo is of you, Mattsukawa, and your daughter when you first moved in together. The smiles on all of your faces, and the way Mattsukawa held you and your daughter made more tears start to clump on your lashes and slowly fall down. You can't even bring yourself to touch the photo, not wanting to get blood on it. You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice the door in front of you creek open, allowing the head of a familiar man peek in. Only to hear “Y/N?” fall off his lips and take you out of your thoughts. You look up into Matsukawas eyes and feel a little bit of fear creep into your heart. He looks around the wrecked room and then looks back down at you, only to see you spilling the rest of the tears you had down your face. “Oh no babe, don't cry.” he says walking towards you, and proceeds to kneel down. “What happened here?” You try to explain yourself but everything comes out inaudible. But that doesn't seem to bother Matsukawa, cause as you look into his eyes with your tear filled ones all you see is love, just like the ones in the picture. He pulls you into his arms and rubs your back, not minding the snot and blood collecting on his shirt. You lay there and slowly let your body rest, all of the crying from earlier took a big tool on you helping your eyes close. Starting to get drowsy you couldn't focus on what Matsukawa was saying, something like “beautiful” and “love” you cant tell, maybe you can ask him tomorrow. You take in one breath full of Issei's cologne and drift out of consciousness, knowing that in the morning you will be able to wake up to those same loving eyes looking at you.
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