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inheartofwinter · 2 months

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Written for @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt "New Romantics" by Taylor Swift. M | 569.

Tonight

They meet at the Leaky tonight, too. They always meet here every other night since March. It’s June now. A day before Malfoy’s birthday.

“Early birthday party, Malfoy?” Harry grins, beckoning for Malfoy. Malfoy is wearing a Muggle birthday hat which looks like it is rescued from a pool of sprinkles. “Nice hat.”

“Blame Pansy,” Malfoy throws himself on the seat next to Harry and gestures to where Parkinson is dancing with Nott, bodies glued together. “And yes, early birthday party, considering how I'm going to spend tomorrow with my parents.”

Harry winces. Lucius was sent to Azkaban after the War. ‘Spending tomorrow with Malfoy's parents’ can only mean one thing: Malfoy and his mother are taking a Portkey to Azkaban to listen to Lucius ranting about how degenerated the Wizarding World has become. The same thing they do every holiday, if what Malfoy accidentally confessed to Harry that one time when he was so drunk he almost fell into the Thames was the truth.

Harry doesn’t know why they keep doing it. It sounds so miserable. Holidays aren’t supposed to be miserable.

“At least, you’re going to have a happy party,” Harry smiles weakly.

“I'm not sure,” Malfoy laughs drily. Then, Malfoy huffs. He puts a finger on Harry’s forehead right where the frown is forming. “Don’t make that face. I didn’t say it was bad.”

“Birthdays should be happy,” Harry argues. He can’t help thinking of his last birthday, the one where he spends at the Burrow, contented and dreaming of a house with white fences and Ginny’s home cooked meal, just for her to break up with him that same night. Harry nearly destroyed 12 Grimmauld Place that day.

Malfoy just laughs. “Sentimental fool. Then make my birthday happy, can you?”

Harry tries to resist. He has tried the resist it for thousands times since the day they met months ago: Harry still not gotten over Ginny's ultimatum, Malfoy’s heart broken by his lying, cheating ex-boyfriend. Never has Harry’s resistance kept from crumbling for more than five minutes in front of Malfoy’s challenging smirk and glistening eyes.

“Tell your friends you need to go,” says Harry, throat dries. His fingers are aching to touch the pale skin of Malfoy’s throat.

Without breaking eyes contact, Malfoy takes his wand out of his sleeve. A silver bird leaps out of the wand, flying straight into Parkinson's direction. Crow, Harry thinks. Harry is not good at identifying birds, but somehow, he has never thought Malfoy’s Patronus could be anything but a crow. Intelligent, prickly if you offense it, friendlier than people think it can ever be. Sentimental.

“Done.” Malfoy grabs Harry’s pint and downs it in a go. Harry traces the gin dripping from Malfoy’s lips with his eyes. Malfoy chuckles. “Where?”

Harry swallows, suddenly nervous. “How about mine?” They have only ever been at Malfoy’s. Harry has never trusted anyone other than his closest friends and family to bring them to his house.

Malfoy’s eyes widen. Then, he smiles. “Lead the way.”

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“This is madness,” Harry thinks as he kisses Malfoy. His hand on Malfoy's waist tighten.

They have been fucking since that first night. Harry knows it won’t last, this fucking at night and sneaking away before sunrise. He knows someone is going to get hurt.

Someone is probably Harry.

“I need to stop.” Harry tells himself.

Malfoy groans, sweet and lustful. And Harry stops thinking.

#drarry #drarry microfic #drarrymicrofic #new romantics #inspired by music #fuck buddies #pining harry #lack of communication

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darkroomalchemist · 1 year

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DP x DC Prompt (yes, another one!)

Danny is summoned by the Justice League for some reason or another. THIS is how and when he finds out he’s king of the Infinite Realms.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc #justice league #summoning #miscommunication #or really #lack of communication

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pluralprompts · 10 months

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Prompt #763

Person A gets possessed by a spirit. Originally, the spirit was just going to use Person A's body for [redacted evil plans], but then they got a chance to watch and live Person A's life, and it was... surprisingly, pretty nice. It wasn't like they had no problems, of course (one rarely gets themself into a position to be possessed when everything is hunky-dory in their life), but they weren't terribly off, either. The more they watched and experienced, the less Spirit B wanted to take advantage of their host – outside of using their body to enjoy all the wonderful things they now had access to.

But they couldn't just casually possess Person A forever. Sooner or later, Person A was sure to notice their presence, and then they'd surely do everything in their power to get rid of Spirit B. After all, who would want a passenger in their own body?

Little did Spirit B know, however, that Person A had already noticed their presence, and was just working on how to communicate to them that they didn't mind sharing their body, so long as whoever they were didn't mind agreeing to some ground rules. But how do you talk to someone who you only know exists because others have reported "you" exploring the world with a wonder you haven't felt since you were a child?

#plural system #pluralgang #plurality #pluralprompt #prompt blog #prompt #new(ly discovered) system #possession #spirit #lack of communication

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balkanradfem · 2 years

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So I’ve been living with roommates who are both in relationships with males, and I’ve seen the same pattern repeat to them day after day; their boyfriends are not contacting them in a timely manner. Sometimes, they don’t show up or cut contact right when they’ve arranged to meet or hang out. And sometimes, it’s not even boyfriends, but just guys they’re interested in, and who they’ve met and are talking with, are not sending them messages in a timely manner, and they’re increasingly frustrated, anxious, annoyed, sad and upset about the lack of communication.

I had thought, at first, that it was just these particular guys who are treating them with this type of neglect, but they’ve changed boyfriends several times across the year and they’re running in that exact same issue, over and over, to the point where it now repeats every single day. Not a day goes on without one or both my roommates going ‘It’s been over 6 hours since he’s last contacted me.’, or ‘he said he was going to call, what is he doing?’, ‘He’s online but left me on seen’, or ‘we were supposed to meet, but then he ghosted and later said something that sounds made up as an excuse’.

I remember sometimes having feelings for a person, and then getting anxious or upset if this person doesn’t get back to me, but it was never something I lived through every single day. I actually believe this is a type of torture to put someone through. My roommates will eventually get so nervous, annoyed, frustrated and mad, they will start to take it out on me and be very disagreeable to any kind of conversation or companionship. They’ll yell in frustration and insinuate that their life is painful and sometimes even talk about how they wish they didn’t exist.

When they do get the communication, they’ll spring up in happiness, and immediately declare love and devotion, and be ready to go out at a moment’s notice. They say this is fine and how relationships go, but I’m feeling very uneasy about it; I don’t think relationships should be that painful. I’m now wondering if this is a common theme for women in straight relationships, if this is just what you have to accept when you’re dating males? If you’re a woman who’s been thru this type of thing, or are going through it now, please tell me how do you deal with it, how do you survive it, and if there’s anything that you did that changed this dynamics or made it better.

#relationships #dating #feminist analysis #straight dating #lack of communication #how do women survive this #i feel bad for my roommates #they're often inconsolable and thinking about it overtime #and nothing helps except a message or a call #i can't believe this would be normal #but i've been watching it happen for so long it's normalized

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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Simon Says...Tickle Attack!

Sun is told to prove he's not a drama queen. So, Sun starts up a game of Simon Says!...With a twist~ But things don't go as smoothly as he planned...

This fanfic was suggested by two anonymous people! I hope you enjoy!

Sun was playing around in the ballpit, play fighting with Moon. “What’s your favorite color of ball in the ball pit?” Sun asked.

“Hmmm…” Moon started digging around in the ball pit, looking at the different colors. He looked at the pink ball, before looking at the blue ball, and the green ball, then looking at the red ball. “I think…blue is my favorite.” Moon replied, dropping the pink ball so he could show him the blue ball.

“My favorite color is the red ball.” Sun replied, holding up a red ball.

“Of course you do, look at you.” Moon reacted.

Sun rolled his eyes and threw the red ball at Moon. Moon let the ball hit his face, and let out an “Ow.”

This caused Sun to burst out laughing and point at him. “Yohour FAHAHACE!” He reacted, closing his eyes as he laughed.

Suddenly, something hard and light hit his face. Sun opened his eyes and widened them the moment he saw a large spot of blue. A millisecond later, Sun felt that same spot of blue hit the area between his eyes. Sun yelped and felt his face. “What was that for?!” Sun asked as he looked down at the blue ball that was sitting a bit too high on the pile of balls.

“Can’t a brother throw a ball back?” Moon asked.

“No! That’s unfair!” Sun reacted.

“You’re such a drama queen.” Moon complained.

Sun gasped and placed his yellow hand on his own chest. “I am NOT a drama queen!” Sun reacted in a rather dramatic way.

Moon chuckled and crossed his arms. “Oh really?”

“Really! I am as far from a drama queen as you can get!” Sun declared, still not seeing the irony in his own statement.

“Reeeally now?” Moon reacted. “Then prove it.”

Sun was taken aback. “...Prove it?” He clarified.

“Yeah, prove it. Right now.” Moon replied with a smirk.

Sun softened his expression and thought for a moment. “Well…”

Moon raised an eyebrow at him, simply waiting for him to say something or make a move.

Suddenly, Sun started to look up at Moon again. He started to smile. He then started to slowly look down, and smirk evilly at Moon. “I know exactly what I’m gonna do.”

Moon raised an eyebrow, looking at him with curiosity and slight worry. “...Oh?”

Sun skipped up to Moon in an innocent and casual manner. Then, he placed his hands on his hips. “Alright. Time for a game of Simon Says.” Sun declared.

Moon raised his eyebrows, taken aback. He chuckled and looked at Sun. “Okay.”

Sun smiled and readied himself. “Simon says…touch your nose!” Sun touched his own nose.

Moon nodded and touched his own nose as well.

“Simon says…touch your knees!” Sun declared.

Moon nodded and knelt down to touch his knees.

“Touch your belly!” Sun declared.

Moon smirked and kept his hands on his knees. “Simon didn’t say.” He reacted.

“Exactly! You’re a natural at this!” Sun reacted.

Moon giggled and smirked at him. He felt like he was already gonna beat Sun at his own game.

“Simon says…reach your arms up high!” Sun declared, raising his own arms up.

Moon nodded and raised his arms up into the air.

“Simon says…freeze with your arms in the air!” Sun declared next.

Moon raised an eyebrow, but kept smirking as he kept his arms up.

“And Simon says…let me inspect you…” Sun told him as he walked around towards the back.

Instinctively, Moon moved his head to the side. “What are you-”

“Simon said don’t move.” Sun reminded him.

Moon moved his head to the front right away, as if trying to cover up the fact that he was moving.

Sun gently placed his fingers on Moon’s thin sides.

Moon widened his eyes and let out a squeak in response, but didn’t move very much for fear of getting in trouble. He just stayed in place.

Then, Sun slowly traced his finger uuuup and dooooown his side. Veeeeery sloooowlyyyy.

Moon leaned his head back as he tried to contain his need to laugh or giggle. He could feel his lungs filling up with laughter right away, and found it almost impossible not to move. He could feel his body jumping and shaking slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Uh oh…Simon didn’t say you could move yet.” Sun teased, moving his left fingers up to Moon’s right armpit.

Up until now, Moon was determined to win this game. But tickling him while Simon had told him to not move?! SO uncool!

“Simon also said to keep your arms up! So let’s see how long you can keep your arms up, shall we?” Sun asked with an evil smile.

Moon visibly, but silently gulped at the idea of being turned into a mess of brain-melting embarrassment. He couldn’t imagine how long he was gonna be forced to take the tickling with no room to move or even speak.

“But Simon also says…Speak all you want!” Sun declared next.

…Okay, scratch off ‘speak’. Now it’s just moving that’s prohibited. But even that feels like a large chore in and of itself.

Moon felt as Sun’s nimble fingers moved slowly up his spine. “Kiiitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koooo!” Sun teased, drawing zig zags back and forth from one side of the spine to the other. Moon feels an intense need to arch his back to get Sun’s fingers away from his back. But he’s not allowed to move without getting in trouble. So he tries his damndest to keep still.

Sun smirks. “Not bad…not bad at all, Moon. But can you handle this?” Sun lifted up Moon by his wrists, and held him up high. Moon let out a sigh of relief as he got a break from holding his arms up on his own. This was gonna be easy! So easy! He could guarantee it already!

Or so he thought…

Suddenly, Sun had started tickling the right armpit with his left hand. And then moved to tickling his left armpit with the same hand. Tickling the right armpit for a few seconds, then tickling the left armpit for a few seconds. Right, left. Right, left. Right, and left again.

Moon wheezed and tittered rather loudly. “ohoHOHOHO NOHOHO! HAHAHAhahahaha!” Moon laughed.

“Now which armpit is more ticklish?” Sun asked next.

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!” Moon yelled, tugging on his arms helplessly.

“Iiis it this one?” Sun started tickling the right armpit super rapidly.

Moon’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he cackled almost like a mad man! “NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Moon yelled at him.

Sun couldn’t help but laugh with him! “Gosh, I’m only tickling one of your armpits! Did I manage to start off tickling the more sensitive armpit?!” Sun asked.

It was almost a miracle to see Moon laughing and being so genuinely happy! Usually his happy side had a tinge of creepy to it. But this was far from creepy. This was genuine, adorable, happy laughter. And Sun was here for it.

Moon continued to cackle and laugh his head off as Sun danced his evil fingers in his vulnerable right armpit. It was driving him almost to the point of insanity! And…it was starting to become a bit too much to handle…

Sun stopped his fingers and moved them back as he started to speak. “So we know how ticklish your dominant armpit is. But how ticklish is your left armpit?” Sun asked next, before slowly wiggling his fingers mere inches from his left armpit.

Moon whined and laughed almost in a crying voice. “Nooohohohooo.” Moon mumbled.

“Iii’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha!” Sun teased, now bringing his fingers just millimeters away from the open armpit.

“Noooohohohohoooo!” Moon whined, squeezing his eyes shut as he tensed up in preparation for the tickles. “Behehehe gehehehentle plehehehease.” Moon begged.

Sun either ignored this order, or didn’t hear him right. “Iiiii’m gonna geeeetchaaaa…” he kept teasing. Finally, he breathed in and let out a loud “NOW!”. Sun touched down right on his left armpit and skittered his fingers super quickly all over the armpit.

Moon SCREAMED and cackled, leaning his head back as he slowly lost his mind from the tickles alone. “YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHO BRUHUHUTAHAHAL!” Moon shouted at him.

“I know~” Sun replied with a shit-eating grin.

“WHAHAHAT HAHAHAPPENED TO SIHIHIMON SAHAHAHAYS?!” Moon asked.

“I won! And I proved that I’m not a drama queen.” Sun replied with a smirk.

“THEHEHEN STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” Moon shouted and begged.

“But why would I stop when I’m having so much fun?” Sun asked.

Moon whined and kept on laughing. The tickling was really getting to be too much to handle now. His mind was swirling with ways to get out. All he knew was ‘LAUGH! GET OUT! HELP! “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP- STOP!” Moon slammed his foot onto Sun’s foot.

Sun yelped and quickly stopped. “Okay, okay, okay! I’ll stop.” Sun reacted, letting go of his brother. “Geez…so dramatic…” Sun muttered, confused and slightly annoyed.

Moon fell to his feet and looked at Sun with shock and…growing anger. “You could’ve made me overload, you inconsiderate brute!” He reacted.

Sun widened his eyes and backed up slightly, putting his arms up in arrest. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I thought you were fine!” Sun reacted.

“I was, thankfully. But it could’ve taken a turn for the worst at any moment, if you kept going.” Moon argued.

“If you want to get me back, just say it.” Sun told him.

“I…” Moon softened his expression slightly. “No. I don’t want to get you back. Not yet.” He replied.

Sun tilted his head. “Then what do you want?” Sun asked.

“M…More tickles…” Moon mumbled.

Sun widened his eyes and clapped his hands together. “Why I’d love to!! Armpits, here I come!” Sun declared, reading his hands.

“Now NOW HOLD ON.” Moon yelled, pushing him away. “I have ground rules.” Moon warned. “Make it less unbearable. That means no armpit tickles.” Moon ordered.

Sun groaned. “But I love tickling your armpits!” He whined.

“It’s either no armpits, or no tickling me at all.” Moon ordered. “I want to be able to enjoy it too. And I can’t enjoy it as much when you’re destroying me.” Moon explained.

Sun raised his eyebrows. It was unusual that Moon would have such strict guidelines for something as simple as tickling. And yet…he could somewhat understand the need for such rules. He understood that he had failed to notice Moon’s hints of dislike earlier. So now, he knew he needed to pay extra attention to his body language.

He let out a breath. “Okay. How about…back tickles?” Sun asked.

Moon smiled and let out a breath of relief. He turned himself around so his back was facing Sun. Then, he gave Sun a look of appreciation. “Go for it.” Were his last words before dissolving into giggly laughter all over again. While tickling his back, Sun made sure to keep an eye on his body language, as well as his words while he tickled. When Moon told him to stop, he stopped. When Moon told him to go ahead, he nodded and went ahead with his fingers.

After their tickle session, Sun wrapped Moon in his nighttime blanket, and cuddled Moon for a little while after. By the time Moon had fallen asleep, Sun could safely say that they understood each other a little bit more now than ever. And he hoped they would continue to learn about each other as the years go on.

#simon says #sun being a drama queen #ticklefic #ler!sun #lee!moon #light angst #lack of communication #making up

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rosealiceroyal · 7 months

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"Do try to make a good impression tonight,” Henry mutters under his breath.

Alex’s jaw clenches just for a moment before he wills himself to relax. “Only if you try to get that stick out of your ass.”

After two months - two dreadfully long, boring months - of being married to a man that seemingly does not want anything to do with him, Alex gets a tip that his husband is going to be the target of an assassination attempt. He deals with it about as well as you'd expect him to.

ft: light whump, rash decisions, and sex in a bath tub.

Language: English Words: 8,833 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 68 Kudos: 866 Bookmarks: 155 Hits: 8,716

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #firstprince #june claremont diaz #pez okonjo #rafael luna #historical au #arranged marriage au #bickering #enemies to lovers #assassination attempt #angst #lack of communication #pinning #yearning

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yeesiine · 8 months

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Lack of communication will eventually kill any type of attachment.

#lack of communication #lack #communication #attachment

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smallfrenchstudyblr · 2 years

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Describe your academic research with tags, but only ao3 tags.

#slow burn #enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers to-#lack of communication #political intrigue #courtroom drama #no one communicates #ego gets in the way of everything #reluctant allies #phdblr #gradblr #life as a phd student #academia

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wangxianficrecs · 2 years

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❤️i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets)

❤️i'm the one for your fire

by occultings (microcomets)

E, 43k, wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying, virgin and noted heterosexual, gets hit with a curse of an unusual nature on his 30th birthday: Through physical contact, he can read the minds of others around him.

Enter Lan Zhan, hot former rival and current coworker, whose true thoughts about Wei Ying are nothing like he expects.

(A loose Cherry Magic AU.)

My comments: Ah, tropelicious! It just serves up everything you could want: involuntary mind reading, sexual fantasies, gay awakenings, veerry insecure wei wuxian and his self esteem issues, very hot sexytimes at the end. *chef's kiss*

Excerpt 1: Is he still cold? Should I offer my other coat? He will say no if I ask him directly. Does he run cold when he sleeps? I have spare blankets if he

Wei Ying quickly moves his arm away. A ridiculous, flustered warmth has risen to his face, tingling against the cold.

It is rapidly becoming evident that, in a horrible turn of events, Lan Zhan may actually be a decent person in addition to being beautiful and very competent at his job.

This cannot stand, Wei Ying thinks, very put out by this discovery. It ruins the whole — their whole thing if Lan Zhan secretly doesn’t hate him.

Excerpt 2: It’s just that — if they’re friends, then there’s no — there’s no friendly way to think about gagging someone and tying them up, right? With clothes or without, but the without does seem significant here. Wei Ying may be a virgin, but he’s definitely no prudish, innocent maiden. If Lan Zhan considers them friends, then that means — when he’d been thinking those things earlier, it means

It doesn’t bear thinking about. It’s not even a possibility.

modern au, cherry magic au, (I’ve never seen Cherry Magic and didn’t need to so don’t worry if you haven’t either), wwx thinks he’s straight, modern cultivators au, touch telepathy, curses, modern with magic, mind reading, bewildered wei wuxian, thick as a brick wei wuxian, oblivious wei wuxian, POV wei wuxian, self-worth issues, involuntary mind reading, lack of communication, wei ying has drawn many inaccurate assumptions, enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, pining, hurt wei wuxian, protective lan wangji, hurt/comfort, getting to know each other, sexual fantasy, lots of them, feelings realization, gay awakening, coming out, light angst, crushes, drunk lan wangji, emotional hurt/comfort, love confessions, first kiss, first time, top lan wangji, bottom wei wuxian, getting together, favorite, @microcomets @wanlangji

(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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etherealsign282 · 4 months

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There's a whole group of people out there that think just because they don't know something that they don't need to be educated on it because they didn't know better

And don't understand that they're being educated so that they DO know better and learn from their mistakes.

Like the absence of understanding is an excuse for them to continue misunderstanding the situation, and telling them they did something or someone wrong is invalid because they didn't know any better, even though you clearly already know that they didn't know better and you're literally explaining to them so that they do know better in the future... But again all you get is an "I didn't know".

And it takes everything in you not to scream that you know they didn't know but it doesn't prevent the consequences of their actions from happening, and part of those consequences (the most gentle and low-key of consequences) is being told to not do it again or to do it a different way so that they know to be better next time.

The sad part is although this is a mostly "trying to teach a bigot how to be a good person" thing, this is actually about DnD

#they want me to explain dnd better but telling them they f'ed up is mean bc they didn't know #and you tell them that this is to teach them and then they go around accusing you of not knowing what you're doing #bc you didn't already tell them until they f'ed up #ah yes I'm sorry #i didn't realize you automatically forgot how manners worked the second you were thrown into an rp #you wanted me to be perfect and all knowledgeable the first day of proper dnd as the DM #i can't learn as i go along and apparently you're excused from learning at all #fake friends #toxic #drama #pointless #pathetic #pettiness #actions have consequences #“i didn't know” doesn't mean “i can't learn”#and yes this was part of your problem #just because you can't say it to my face doesn't mean word doesn't go around when you say it to everyone else #communication #lack of communication #accountability

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czarnonaczarnym · 8 months

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#message #boy #girl #conversation #brakuje mi ciebie #brak chęci do życia #brak sił #pain #mentally fucked #lack of communication #ból serca #bezradność #brak uczuć

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pluralprompts · 2 years

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Prompt #20

Headmate A has never fronted before, but they've always heard stories of others' experiences fronting. One day, Headmate A switches into front accidentally... and loses contact with the rest of their system. Now they must navigate life based on the stories they've heard until communication returns, or at least until they get yeeted out of front. Either works.

#plural system #plurality #pluralgang #prompt blog #pluralprompt #prompt #unplanned switch #lack of communication #angst #fluff

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kattramen · 1 year

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Sweet Salamanders

(Part 1)

Mammon x Reader

Angst, Hurt, Breakup, reconciliation, eventual comfort.

The air in the house of lamentation is tense, the past three days you and Mammon have been fighting pretty much every time you encountered each other. The initial fight was petty nonsense that you can barely remember, then from there it spiraled into harsher words. Words that cut deep and left you both shedding silent tears in privacy, tears that went unspoken reforming into outbursts directed at each other, digging yourselves deeper into the hole you created together. Today was the final straw.

You make your way out of your room, through the kitchen, and out into the dining room to grab a couple foods you could eat on the go. Not wanting to stick around for the enviable fight that would ensue if you lagged long enough for the second born to make his way down the stairs. Lucifer glances at the door briefly, signaling at you to leave quickly as it seems Mammon is coming down. You offer a tight smile as a thank you, waving to the rest of the table before turning tail and booking it out the back entrance. You wait very briefly outside the door, trying to listen in to hear if he's playing strawman with his brothers and committing acts of defamation against you. It's oddly silent, too silent.. "OW! LUCIFER!" Mammon shouts "WHAT WAS THAT FOR? I AIN'T EVEN DONE NOTHING YET!" and with that, the violent cacophony of his siblings starts as they begin their shaming. They're all sticking up for you, but this doesn't seem fair. None of them even know what's going on, they chose your side without even learning all the facts.

You've been just as nasty as he has during these fights, both of you driving swords into each other's insecurities. Reopening old wounds and creating new ones, the cycle is toxic and painful, and neither of you are able to break it. You love him, you know you do.. and you know he loves you, you can feel it in the way he talks to you tenderly, the way he watches you with a smile, his gentle touches, the unspoken emotions that dance so playfully in those beach blue eyes.. that's why it hurts so bad, but you know this can't continue, you don't want to be the reason he gets worse, you don't want to cause any more friction than there already is in the house.

What you're about to do is impulsive, but it's the only thing you can think to do. You're going to break up with him.. now.. you head back inside, walking towards the shouting still taking place in the dining room. Everyone falls silent when they notice your presence, Mammon turns to you, it's hard to notice with his sunglasses on, but trails of tears leave lines of salt leading down his cheeks into little droplets that adorn his shirt. You reach up and cup his cheek as if it were made of porcelain, he leans into it out of habit, heaving out a heavy sigh, he does the same back to you, trying to rub the furrow out of your brow because he knows what's about to happen. He doesn't want to fight anymore, he doesn't want to lose you, but he's so tired, and he knows you feel the same.

You take his hand, and for a moment, only a moment, he resists your pull, intertwining your fingers together because he knows it'll be the last time.. he squeezes very lightly, you return it, it's taking everything in the both of you not to burst into tears as you start the death march towards your room. Closing and locking the door behind you, Mammon rubs his thumb against your hand in an attempt to comfort the both of you. You give him a pained smile, one he returns back. Unsure where to start, you both make your way into bed. Spending the better half of an hour holding each other in silence, neither wanting to make the first move, neither wanting to lose the other. With a shuddering breath, Mammon is the first to speak. "I'm sorry.." those two words were all it took to break you, as the tears began to flood. You pull him closer, hysterically muttering your own apologies as if to express just how badly you felt for hurting him.

He takes stiff breaths, squeezing you tightly against his chest, if these are his last moments with you as his partner.. He wants to savor it, he wants to be the boyfriend you fell in love with and just for a moment or two forget everything bad that happened these past few days, "why..?" He asks, "It's just a rough patch y/n.. we.." you hush him, barely ghosting your fingers over his lips and shake your head. He looks upwards, tightly pressing his lips into a straight line trying to will the welling tears in his eyes away sniffling as the excess runs through his nose. He doesn't wanna beg, he doesn't want to force you.. but this doesn't feel right, its rushed, it's stupid, its not fair.. you belong to him, and he belongs to you.. you promised forever.. are you really going to throw all of that away over words? Petty meaningless words said out of spite, out of anger, words that neither of you meant?

Your lip trembles as you speak.. "I- I can't.. I can't keep hurting you.. Mams.. I just can't!" He grits his teeth, standing from the bed abruptly. "YOU'RE HURTING ME MORE BY DOING THIS Y/N!" His movements are erratic, angrily waving his arms around as he speaks,, pacing in circles "CAN'T YOU SEE? CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND!!? I LOVE YOU," what starts out as anger morphs into pitiful cries "I love you.. y/n I love you.. I love you.. please.. please.. don't leave me.. don't leave me.." he falls onto his knees, sobbing into your carpet. "I can't lose you… you're all I have.. you're all I want.."

You stand, placing a hand on his upper back he tenses, turning to look at you expecting anger. Only to find you wearing a similar expression to him, as you take his face in your hands "I love you Mammon… I love you so much it hurts.. but-" he pulls away from you, pushing your hands back down into your lap "No! Don't finish that sentence.. please.." you shake your head at him. "Mammon.. this is why we're hurting each other.. we need to take a break.. indefinitely" the silence between the two of you is deafening, the ashen demon in front of you just sort of stares blankly. Face devoid of emotion, he doesn't cry, he doesn't yell, he simply stands and walks to the table in the right corner of your room. He sits there, head down, processing.

You watch him, unsure what to do. It's obvious he needs a break from his conversation, you need one too.. so you too stand and begin to make your way towards the door. Unlocking it, Mammon turns to look at you, silently reaching out a hand as if to say "Please.. don't go.." you close the door behind you.

Part two anyone? 👀

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x y/n #hurt #angst #breakup #lack of communication #mammon x reader

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sadowlswriting · 4 months

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My mother holds grudges for longer than she probably should, yet she doesn't communicate.

She doesn't ask the questions to know the truth, or ask what she should do, or tell them what she thinks. If she does, it's normally said to the wrong people.

The problem is, is that my entire family never learnt to communicate; to speak when somethings wrong, or when someone does something that makes you feel bad.

We shouldn't have to wait for things to build up, to the point that we snap just to be able to say what needs to be said, we should just be able to talk about it.

I've been told by my family that, I come across as blunt and that I say things as they are. Which isn't entirely truthful, I do try to sugar-coat things a little, I guess I'm not putting enough sugar on it. But even though they said that, even I struggle to communicate when needed. If I did say things exactly as I thought, I don't think I'd be liked as much.

And yes, in a way I do kind of blame my family and the other generations of my family before ours up to the point, that made communicating something to be feared. I don't want to be scared to say what I feel, because it drags things out longer than needed, causes people to hold unnecessary grudges that the other person doesn't even know about, and its just altogether frustrating.

Learning to communicate things can be hard, especially when the people your trying to communicate with don't understand how easily things can be fixed by it, or they're just to stubborn to push their anger and frustration aside to see things clearly.

I've been told not say anything to the other person, but when you know both people and how sensitive the other is, a weight gets forced on your shoulders. You have to listen to the other complain about something that can be sorted in a matter of a few seconds and just by a few questions.

I'm battling with myself of whether or not to go behind the persons back and just ask anyway. I've tried telling them to do it theirself but they don't want problems to be caused.

And that's the problem with my family. They always want to keep the "peace", but what peace is there to keep when it's doomed to come crashing down by miscommunication and bad assumptions. I know for a fact, that everyone in my family pretends, pretends that they don't care about that thing that happened, or that thing that someone said, because they don't want to bring it up again, they don't want to start anything again. Yet deep down they do, they do care.

And I know I will eventually do something that will make them hate me. And they won't tell me, because they don't how to.

-Owl

#writing #poetry #kind of #personal rant #family vent #personal vent #lack of communication #miscommunication #*sighs heavily*

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