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yoyoyokii · 2 days

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It all ended too soon

Law x Reader. sadness... 💔

doing this instead of an essay? maybe.

A CLASSIC LAW ANGSTISH MOMENT UHM I CANT WRITE HAPPY ENDINGS SORRY SO UHM... I wasn't even gonna do a decent ending but i got told off for making it too brutal so...

ENJOY (maybe)

1.9k words tyvm 😤

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You can’t sleep again. It’s 5am now, or so you can assume by a quiet rustling in the kitchen, signalling that Sanji must be awake. You haven’t properly slept for over a week now and it’s given you enough time to memorise the entire crew's routines. Sanji is the first to wake up at 5, Brook also wakes up at this time but just kinda stays in his room for a while. Robin moves out at 6, Zoro and Nami 7, Usopp 8. Franky is the last to walk into the common room at about 9. Then there’s Trafalgar D. Law, the one person on the ship that you were never meant to get so used to, that you were trying so hard to keep unfamiliar.

Key word, Trying.

But how could you not know everything about him? When it all happened so naturally… When one day you were fighting alongside each other as allies, simply as part of a formed alliance, and the next you found yourselves entangled, both in body and spirit, beneath the stars. It was all too much of a cliche for your liking, but you have to admit that it was an enjoyable one.

In a restless fit, you peel the covers off of your body and sit up. Law sleeps beside you. He lays still, undeterred by the bed's sudden movement. You watch with sunken eyes and a heavy heart as his chest gently rises, gently falls, and then gently rises again. It’s unfair how peaceful he looks like this, how he sleeps so beautifully while you suffer alone through the darkness of the night.

He’ll be gone again come spring, but this time you’ll probably never see him again.

It’s not like neither of you didn’t know it was going to end like this, you were aware of it from the start. Law’s the captain of Heart Pirates and you’re a Strawhat, the odds were never gonna work out in your favour.

A soft sigh escapes the lips of the man resting to your right and you decide to get up before your emotions catch up to you. You cringe at the way the bed squeaks as you stand up, as you move to pull on the nearest jumper in your proximity before heading to the door.

Before walking out into the hall, you take one last glance at Law. The bare skin of his shoulders reflect the dim glow of the moonlight that has seeped through a small gap in the curtain. It’s as if he’s sparkling, he seems almost unreal, unworldly beautiful, yet he’s never looked so human. So vulnerable.

Leaving the room and closing the door ever-so-quietly, you tiptoe to the kitchen in search of some solace.

“Hey love,” Sanji looks up at you with a concerned smile as you enter. He’s standing by the stovetop boiling some water with a hand lazily sitting in his pocket, “still can’t sleep, huh?”

“Nope,” you move to lean against the kitchen counter, sighing. A frown pulls downward at your lips as you watch the cook move to get a mug, putting together a warm concoction of caffeine, just for you.

Sanji hands you a fresh cup of coffee. It sits within the palm of your hands. It’s entirely too hot and borderline painful, but you’re too drowsy; your mind is too hazy to care.

This has all become a part of your daily routine; you spend hours being tormented by your own emotions, then when Sanji wakes up, you meet him in the kitchen where he’ll make you coffee and then beg for you to talk about what the hell is up with you. It isn’t the pink pilates princess 5 am perfect IT girl routine you wish it was, but it was familiar enough by now to be comforting. You also simply enjoyed Sanji’s presence. You had a good friendship with him, he never told anyone about your business and you never told anyone about his.

“This is eating you alive, isn’t it?” He poses it as a question as he turns to prepare a coffee for himself, but really, it’s more of a statement.

You nod. It’s like the past few months have been a weird lucid dream and now that it’s almost time for you to wake up, you don’t know how you’re meant to face reality again.

You take a sip of the coffee, it burns your throat on its way down and it’s painfully bitter but it’s your own doing. You told Sanji, the first time you came to visit him so early in the morning, that you wanted it black with no sugar, as if you wanted to use it as a form of punishment. As for what you were punishing yourself for, you never quite knew.

“I’m just so scared of this all ending,” your eyes begin to glisten beneath the fluorescents of the kitchen and you bite the inside of your cheek. The white-knuckle grip on your coffee cup threatens to break the handle clean off.

“Sweetheart, you’re doing a great job of keeping it all together for Law's sake, but you can cry, it’s okay.” He says softly as he steps closer to you, taking the mug out of your hand and placing it down on the counter beside you before capturing you in a hug. It’s gentle, full of concern, and you lean into his warmth, desperately needing the comfort. It’s a gesture of acknowledging that he understands and it’s something that he’d never let the other crew members see. It’s something he’d keep just between the two of you.

“No. I promised myself not to cry until he’s gone,” you squeeze your eyes shut, protesting against the tears threatening to escape as you continue to utter into his chest, “what kind of selfish person would I be? We both knew this could never last.”. He doesn’t respond, he just holds you until your breathing becomes more even. Sanji knows you won’t listen, he’s tried, but god knows you are too stubborn for your own good. Your intentions were always too pure and you always let them hurt you in return.

He comforts you like this for a while, only pulling away when the sounds of someone else waking up begins to echo through the ship’s halls. He takes a step back and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder for a moment before turning away to prepare breakfast.

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It is Spring now, and it’s time for Trafalgar Law to return to his crew.

You’ve all stepped off of the Thousand Sunny to say goodbye and you can’t quite focus on what the rest of your crewmates are saying to Law, or how they are even reacting to him leaving. You should probably be consoling Chopper, seeing as he looked up to him so much, but you don’t have it in you to take a single step forward, let alone think of the right words to say to the small reindeer.

You only snap back to reality when you notice everyone has turned to look at you. You still feel detached from your own body as you let your feet take you over to where Law stands. You stop just before him, tilting your chin to look up at him.

You try to speak but every vowel clings to the back of your throat, and with every breath, it feels like your tongue is choking you out.

How are you meant to compose yourself, when he looks down at you with the only eyes in the world that knows the true depths of your heart and soul?

“It all ended too soon, I'm sorry.”

He finally breaks the silence and you force back your tears in an attempt to preserve your own personal vow, opting instead to bite down into your lower lip. As blood begins to draw, and the taste of metallic begins to lace your gums, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

He is soft, he is warm, and he is everything you could never be.

“don’t be sorry, you aren’t allowed to be sorry.” You say shakily into his chest, “I enjoyed every second of our time together, I’ll never regret it.” your words come out as nothing but a muffled whisper but he understands nonetheless, he always understands.

“I wish I didn’t have to go, but there’s nothing we can do about it” he speaks into the softness of your hair, and although you can’t see his current expression, the dread in his voice was enough to alert you of the sorrowful look on his face.

“I know.”

There’s a brief pause. He clings to you tighter.

“I have to go.” It hurts for you to hear as much as it hurts for him to say it. His determination to stick to whatever complex plan he has constructed in his head was something you always admired, but you selfishly wish that just this once, he wasn’t so damn smart and calculative. You wish that his stubborn and borderline unkind demeanour would falter for just a second, so that you could understand how he truly feels about the situation at hand. Of course, however, there is nothing to be done, Law is not a man that you can change so easily. He loves you, and you know that, but he simply can’t be distracted from taking the correct path.

He finally loosens his grip on you.

“I know.” You whisper as you breathe in his scent for the last time as his arms fall back to his sides. It takes you a moment, but you let go of him and step back, out of his grasp.

Law can’t bear to look directly into your eyes, the sorrowful look on your face doesn’t suit you and he will never forgive himself for doing this to you. He chooses to glance down at your feet for this next part; the hardest part.

“Goodbye.” He finally says with hesitance. This is all too cruel, in any other life you two were endgame. out of all the timelines to coexist, why did you two have to be in this one?

“Goodbye.” Before you can say anything else he grabs your face and presses his lips onto yours. Your final kiss; it’s heartfelt, it’s familiar, and it’s comfortable. His lips manage to say more than you could ever come up with in an entire lifetime and as he pulls away slowly, something lands on your head. You reach your hands up to feel what it is, it’s his hat. You look up at him, questioning his motives as your eyes finally well up.

“Keep it, for me, please.”

Law takes one last sombre look at you and turns around. He walks away and you don’t stop him, this is just how it has to be. He begins to disappear from your line of sight and you fall to your knees in an emotionally exhausted heap, your heart feels as if it has burst inside your chest and you finally let your sobs take a hold. You watch as his figure finally fades into the atmosphere, clutching desperately onto the leopard print fabric of his hat, the only physical thing you’ll ever have to remember him by.

You vow to never love anyone again.

#one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law fic #save me law #law save me #I DONT CARE IF IT DOESNT LAIGN WITH IS PERSONALITY IM BEING SELFISH #sorry for unrequited love oopsies #op law

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hsangel64 · 10 hours

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bandmates pt. 7 !

pairings: bassist!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: it’s been a couple of weeks and you and ellie were officially together but ellie has been acting suspicious and it feels like you're together only behind closed doors.

warnings: angst angst angst (sorry !!), cussing, slight smut, use of y/n

a/n: i am trying my best to be back and write, ive been in the process of moving and i just got in the mindset to write!! I had a plan for this and then stopped writing this for a while so this series will have more than just a couple of chapters left, i'm not sure yet!! anyways good to be back hope you enjoy!!

you and ellie were doing fine, great even! but only in your guys' room. you have been so happy the past few weeks, but it was starting to feel a little off. you didn't think much of it but that still didn't stop that small anxious pit in your stomach from forming. you liked ellie so much and was so happy this was finally reality that you didn't see the red flags ahead of time.

"do we really have to go to this stupid get together?" ellie whined and you giggled.

"yes unfortunately we do, speaking of which we need to get up really soon to get ready." ellie groaned and turned away from you and got out of bed. she walked over to her closet while pouting and grabbed some clothes considering we were only in underwear....

you sat up and grabbed an outfit from your closet. ellie came up from behind you and kissed your cheek and made her way down to your neck. you giggled and squished her face in your neck, you tried to push her away, but she fought against your small weak nudges.

"ellie we can't, we have to go dina and jesse really want us there to meet these people."

"we could be late." she said in that sultry voice she puts on. you felt a shiver down your spine and so badly wanted to fall for it but you knew how much this meant to dina and didn't want to let her down.

"no els we gotta go i don't want to let dina down." you laughed as she kept kissing you neck and reaching down you back. she turned you around and kissed your lips, you melted into her mouth and couldn't resist the urge to just go for yet another round of the day, but you fought back and slowly pulled away. you gave her that look a sad puppy dog would give and she groaned and then smiled at you.

"ugh fine, only because you're cute and i love you." you let out a small gasp, ellie hadn't said i love you yet. a small smile made it to your face and she smiled back.

"i love you too." you smiled at each other and kissed again, you both went on and got ready for the get together.

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you two were sitting on the couch together next to dina and jesse at someone's house you didn't know, you just wanted to be home with ellie. the air felt super awkward and ellie felt a little distant. you didn't think much of that until you all introduced yourselves.

"this is ellie and y/n!" dina introduced us to everyone else and they all collectively said hello.

"how did you all meet?" one of the girls asked and ellie answered.

"y/n and i have been friends since before we could remember and met dina and jesse in high school band class. we all became really good friends and formed our band, coastal."

"that's really cool, you guys all seem so close is it just dina and jesse together? some girl asked while making flirty eyes with ellie.

"yeah it is, me and y/n are best friends and i wouldn't have it any other way." your face shifted and you gently whipped your head towards ellie in a questioning way, she was already looking at the girl with that same flirty look and you turned away and excused yourself to the bathroom. dina noticed your change in behavior and decided to follow after you. you quickly made your way to the bathroom before dina could make it in and you closed the door in front of her face.

"babes are you okay? what happened?" you tuned her questions out and your mind drifted. you could tell something was wrong, you knew it felt weird that you two weren't going on dates or that she acted different outside of the dorm. you saw all the red flags but was too oblivious to see what was going on. your eyes slowly filled with tears and you didn't even realize you were crying until you snapped back into reality and heard dina bang on the door.

"hey, are you okay what's going on??" you turned and opened the door, dina gasped and pushed her way into the room seeing your state.

'what's going on, talk to me." she held your face and wiped your tears, you felt so overwhelmed with emotions and couldn't make out the words so you said.

"ellie is an asshole." she looked at you saddened and nodded her head saying i know, she grabbed you and pulled you into her. you silently cried into the crook of her neck and just felt so angry. you were mad at yourself for thinking this was going to work. you didn't want to cry anymore about it so you gently pulled away and turned to the faucet and wiped your face down of the mascara streaks. dina helped you pull yourself together and you both made your way back into the living room. everyone was preoccupied with mario kart on the tv and didn't even notice you two coming back. you sat down on the couch next to jesse and dina occupied the spot next to ellie. she turned over and looked at you and nodded her head asking if you were okay. you looked away and dina pushed her head towards the tv and diverted her attention away from you.

for the rest of the time you guys were there you sat on the couch with your back against the cushion and your head slouched. dina tried her best to stop ellie from talking to you and left you alone till you guys left.

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when you guys were getting ready to leave you all said your goodbyes and you saw ellie and that girl exchange numbers, you felt sick to your stomach and didn't want to face her in the car. you turned away and walked out of the house without anyone, you guys weren't to far from the dorm so you just decided to walk on your own.

as you walked you made it to the gas station right by the school so you stopped for a slushy. you walked in and grabbed the biggest size, you needed this. you also grabbed some ice cream and made your way out. you sat on the curb for a little and pulled out your phone to a million notifications.

40 texts from ellie, 20 missed calls from dina, it all felt too much. so you texted dina and said you were fine and just decided to walk home. dina proceeded to cuss you out in your texts and raved about how dangerous that was for you to walk alone by yourself. you rolled your eyes and got up from the curb and walked to rest of the way towards the campus.

you found your way back and checked their locations to see they were home so you just knocked on the door. ellie answered and quickly let you in. you made your way to your shared room and grabbed some clothes.

"hey what happened back there?" she quietly asked and you rolled your eyes. you made your way to the shower but not before ellie squeezed her way through the door.

"bee what's wrong?" she grabbed your arm and you felt sick, you pushed her away and started to take your makeup off before your shower. she put her hand back on you and you pushed her away again getting frustrated now.

"why do you keep pushing me away, what happened back there?" you pushed her away hard and felt that tickle in your throat. you grumbled and said wouldn't you like to know under your breath, but it wasn't very quiet, so she heard.

"what do you mean? i would like to know. what's up with you?"

"i don't know ellie you tell me."

"I don't know y/n that's why i'm asking." you rolled your eyes starting to get more frustrated with her.

"maybe it was the fact that you just called me your friend and not your girlfriend?? i guess i missed something but i thought us having sex all the time and calling each other girlfriends meant just friends."

"i just called you best friend it isn't a big deal i'm sorry." she didn't sound sorry.

"it's a big deal to me ellie."

"well, i'm sorry." she shrugged and you scoffed at her nonchalant movement.

“i really don’t want to deal with this can you please leave i want to shower.” she didn’t pick up a fight and left. you sighed and wiped your face from any left over tears. you made your way into the shower and let the warm water help you forget about your thoughts for just one second.

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a/n: i’m sorry this was short !! it was more of a filler before we get into some good angst and drama!! chapter 8 and possibly 9 will be out tomorrow!!

taglist:

@gold-dustwomxn @lil-elliesgf @hopelesssheaven @elliestears @cjrights

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams angst #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie willams x reader

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yanderespamton78 · 2 days

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pls help waaauuuughhh

rrriiight you lot i have an issue

so theres this friend that i have had for 7 years now. only issue is theyre honestly kinda toxic and manipulative and allat. they mock me, theyre hypocritical, theyre unampathetic and honestly i think that they have been manipulating me (every time i start to get to the end of my tether theyre suddenly really nice to me for like a week or 2 before going back to how they were before). This isnt something thats been deeply affecting me, more just a weight in the back of my mind. i have two other friends who are friends with this person. my two other friends want to just call them up and talk to them about how much of a shit person theyve been before just cutting them out completely. one of these other two friends has really gotten the brunt of their shitty-ness and seems to just be a punching bag for them. they constantly make fun of her behind her back but they are very kind to her face to face (buying her stuff for example. they never buy me or the other friend stuff). for me it feels a lot like im giving a lot of kindness and energy and care to them and getting nothing back, and ive wanted to cut them out for years now. im just unhappy around them.

So. i made a gc without the toxic friend and we made plans to call them and preparations and we shared stories and stuff and i even made notes for what to say but i was talking to my mum about it just last night and she said "well imagine if your three closest friends just randomly rang you one day, said "youre a bitch" then hung up" and that really got me thinking. like sure theyre a shitty friend but like holy shit thats a lot to just dump on a person. they have a few people they can hang out with instead of us but im honestly not sure if they even like those people or not

im not sure what to do. theyre very dominant and kinda the leader of the friend group so itd be very hard to just slowly drift away from them, so cutting them out abruptly seems like the only option, except im worried about the aftermath (especially for the other two friends. its not at much of a problem for me since im in a different class but it could be a massive problem for the others.)

the main thing thats making me doubt myself is the fact that this isnt constant. there are plenty of good memories i have with them, plenty of gifts theyve given me, and a lot of the time they are nice. but they are the only one of my friends whos made me take "is your friend toxic" quizzes and watch videos on it and none of my other friends ever make me feel as shitty as they do on a near daily basis. but i can and do just brush it off and go on with my day. it isnt something that deeply affects me.

waaaauuuuuuuggggghhhh

#PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLPLEASEPKLEASE I NEED HELP WAAAUUGUUGHGHHH #/nf if you dont know what to say or just dont want to get involved then thats perfectly understandable #also idk how readable this post is lol #oh wellll #also this was posted with permission from the nicer friends so dw abt that

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kymerawrites · 2 days

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SIR SIMON RILEY EP. 7

maybe a dynamic change? For some spice? Find out this episode ☺️

Mention of: Choking and oral sex

It all started with the word “I can get used to this.” My response? I wasn’t complaining about it either.

Once became twice, and twice became more and more. It became somewhat a routine I was adapted to, its been going on for the past 2 weeks. We’re still deployed for now as a new enemy is lurking behind the shadows.

Tonight I got a text from the man himself, Simon.

Ghost: “Down for a good smoke? Tonight ;)”

Shym: come to my barrack at 2 AM, remember don’t make too much noise.

Ghost: Roger that.

Shym: what a great term to use as a phrase to express you wanting to fuck me.

Ghost: don’t get bold, Medusa.

I turned off my phone, tonight I wanted to make it a little more romantic and less knife play, Simon really has a thing of ripping me out of my underwear and clothes.

A few hours pass by and Ghost entered the room without a sound, the only noise the soft click of the door closing behind him. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of me waiting for him, his eyes gleaming mischievously in the low light of the room. "Well, now I feel underdressed," he commented with a chuckle, taking in my more romantic attire.

"I just thought we could try something a little different tonight," I replied playfully, standing up as he approached. My fingers traced over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. "No knives, no biting, just... us." I reached up on my tip-toes and shoved his mask a little up revealing a lip with a scar, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the feeling of his body so close to mine.

Ghost's hands found their way to my hips, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss, the taste of nicotine and desire mingling between us. "Sounds good to me, shym," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm against my skin.

We stood there for a moment, simply kissing and exploring each other's mouths, the passion igniting between us. Ghost's hands began to roam, tracing the contours of my body through the thin fabric of my dress. His touch was both gentle and needy, a mix of possessiveness and desire.

I moaned softly into the kiss, my own hands roaming over his broad shoulders and firm chest. The sound seemed to awaken something primal in him, and suddenly his touch became less gentle. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, as his mouth left mine in favor of a searing trail down my neck.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my collarbone, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing a sharp intake of breath from me. His mouth continued to explore, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

I ran my fingers over his shoulder, tugging slightly as he hit a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear. He growled against my skin, the sound low and husky, before biting down gently. "Simon," I sighed, my voice a breathy whisper, "bed... now..."

Ghost didn't need to be told twice. He picked me up, his strong arms lifting me easily as he carried me towards the bed. He laid me down gently, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of raw hunger and desire. "I love it when you say my name like that," he murmured, his voice rough and needy.

His body followed, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he hovered above me. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my bottom lip. "You look beautiful like this," he whispered, his eyes drinking in the sight of me beneath him.

I couldn't help but shiver at the raw desire in his voice, my body already beginning to respond to his presence. I reached up, my fingers tracing over the stubble on his jaw, trailing down to the collar of his shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes," I muttered, giving the fabric a tug.

“And don’t you dare get that damn knife on this dress, it costed me a lot.”

Ghost chuckled, his fingers lightly grasping the edge of the dress. "Don't worry, shym. I'll be careful with your dress tonight." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. "I promise I'll only be ruining one thing tonight," he added with a smirk.

His hands slid up my thighs, the calloused fingers leaving a trail of heat on my skin. He pushed the hem of the dress up, exposing more of my skin to his hungry gaze. His lips followed his hands, leaving a trail of kisses up my thigh.

I arched my back slightly, my fingers tangling in the sheets as his mouth moved closer to where I wanted him most. His breath was hot on my skin, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me. I tried to keep my noises to a minimum, not wanting to alert the neighbors (soap) to what we were doing.

He seemed to sense my struggle, his mouth curving into a devilish smirk against my skin. "Don't hold back, shym," he breathed, his calloused fingers tracing the edge of my panties. "I want to hear you."

I couldn't help but shudder at his words, heat pooling low in my abdomen as his touch left a trail of fire on my skin. I bit my lip hard, my breath coming out in an unsteady gasp as his hand skimmed the edge of my panties, just barely graze- "Oh f-!"

The curseword was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Ghost's mouth latched onto me, the sensation sending pleasure rippling through my body. I clapped a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the needy moans that threatened to escape me.

His mouth worked me with an expert touch, his tongue delving deeper as he explored every inch of me. My body was a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation, my senses reeling from the sensations he was stirring within me. I arched my back, pushing myself against him.

His mouth continued its relentless assault, his tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot. My body trembled with the pleasure he was eliciting, my teeth digging into my lower lip to stifle the moans that wanted to escape so bad. "Simon," I gasped, my voice a desperate whisper, "I can't..."

I could feel his mouth curve into a smug smile against me, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming pleasure that was building within me. His fingers tightened their grip on my thighs, a silent command to ride out the waves of ecstasy he was bringing me to. "Cum for me, shym," Ghost whispered, his voice was making me reach my limits

I shuddered at his words, my body helpless to resist his command. I could feel the heat building deep within me, reaching an unbearable level as his mouth sent me over the edge. White-hot pleasure crashed through me in waves, my fingers tangling tighter in the sheets as I rode out my orgasm.

I moaned his name as I came undone, my voice breathless and shaking. Ghost's mouth released me, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitized skin as I slowly came down from the high. He placed a gentle kiss on my inner thigh before pulling back, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at me.

I lay there on the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The pleasure still tingled along my skin, sending aftershocks throughout my body. I met his gaze, my eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. "You're going to be the death of me," I murmured, my voice rough from the moans I had tried to contain.

Simon knew how to pleasure me, and I cannot get enough of him, I think he’s the best in bed that I had in years

Ghost laid down beside me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him. His chest was solid and warm against my back, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. I could feel his mouth brush against my shoulder, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of my neck. "You're the one that'll be the death of me," he whispered, his voice low and rough.

Until I saw his eyes shift as if he had a realization.

From Simon’s PERSPECTIVE.

I couldn’t do this anymore, it became more than casual sex, and the words I just said made it clear. It’s something I’m scared of.

Ghost's thoughts raced, his thoughts becoming a chaotic mix of desire and fear. He didn't want this to be just a casual fling either, but the thought of commitment scared him more than anything. He had seen too much loss in his life, too many loved ones ripped away from him. Yet here he was, holding her in his arms, feeling things he hadn't felt in years.

He looked down at her naked form, her skin glowing in the low light, her eyes closed as she rested against him. She looked peaceful, beautiful even, and it made his chest ache with something he hadn't felt in too long. But the fear remained, a constant nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this was going to end badly, that he was going to lose her just like he lost everyone else.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch soft and reverent. He couldn't deny his feelings for her, no matter how much he tried to push away. She had wormed her way into his heart, and he knew he couldn't just let her go. But the thought of opening himself up to the vulnerability that love brought terrified him.

The only way not to lose her was making her hate him, and slowly, as always his hate could grow too. Because the feeling of hate is something he’s more familiar with than love.

Ghost's thoughts hardened, a familiar coldness seeping into his features. The guilt he felt for what he was about to do was pushed aside, replaced by the cold logic of what he thought was necessary. He would push her away, hurt her just enough to make her hate him. It was the only way to protect himself from the pain that love would ultimately bring.

As she lay there in his arms, blissfully unaware of the thoughts racing through his mind, he began to form a plan. He would be cold, distant, make her believe that he didn't care for her at all. He would say things, do things that would tear at her heart and make her hate him. It would be brutal, cruel even, but he had to do it. It was the only way.

The thought of seeing the pain in her eyes, the hurt and anger that would come with his actions, twisted his stomach into knots. But he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He had to be cold, unfeeling, like the Ghost he was named after. He had to push her away, for both of their sakes. Eventually he will always have more hate than love, and more detachment than attachment.

As she slept peacefully in his arms, he gently disentangled himself from her embrace. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, and began to dress silently. Every strap and buckle made his heart sink lower and lower, knowing that he was preparing to hurt her deeply. He was about to create a woman she wasn’t before. He was going to mold her future.

Once he was fully dressed, he looked down at her one last time, taking in the sight of her sleeping form. She looked so beautiful, so innocent in her slumber, that it almost made him question his decision. But he hardened his resolve, reminding himself of the pain that love would bring.

The next day I woke up without him being there, sometimes he was in his office already or training but the last few times he stayed over. “Weird”

Over the next few days, Ghost made sure to keep his distance. He avoided any interactions with her that weren't necessary, his demeanor completely changed from his previous soft and gentle attitude. He was cold, even harsher than usual, and his words were often sharp and biting.

A few examples are:

"You're slacking off, sergeant," he barked at her one day during training. "Shape up or I'll find someone else to take your place."

"Your aim needs work," he said to her after target practice. "I've seen better aim from blind kittens."

"If you want to whine, save it for someone who cares," he muttered in disgust as she tried to talk to him one day. "We're soldiers, not kids on a playground."

Another day, as she was struggling with a particularly difficult exercise, he watched with a cold, unfeeling gaze.

“Pathetic. You call yourself a soldier? You’re slow, weak, and undisciplined. I’ve seen better performance from recruits half your age.”

Even in the chow hall, he made sure to sit as far away from her as possible, his gaze filled with the same coldness as before. When she tried to speak to him, he would dismiss her with a cold “I’m not interested” or “I have more important things to do.”

Every interaction was like a stab to her heart, his harsh words and cold demeanor leaving her feeling hollow and alone. It was like he was a completely different person from the man who had held her in his arms just days ago. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t care, that she could withstand his coldness and callousness, but deep down, it was tearing her apart.

Today I had a meeting with a druglord without anyone’s knowledge, a big player in the game was out there making it hard for us to take him down, his name Diego Almagro.

The person I was meeting? A businessman named Fernando Alicante Diego is also a player in de underworld but wanted to corporate with me. Diego had too much power in the underworld producing so much coke and terrorizing the American army and health it was our job to put an end to it.

Just before I headed out, I bumped into Ghost in the hall outside. He was coming back from the training field, his shirt sweat-soaked and his hair plastered to his forehead. It was a rare sighting of him looking human, and my heart skipped a beat before I could remind myself: he's not the man who held me.

He glanced at me, his gaze cold and assessing. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his usual harshness returning instantly.

"I have a meeting," I said, trying to sound as detached and professional as possible. "I'm just heading out now."

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of curiosity in his otherwise cold gaze. "A meeting?" he repeated. "With who?"

I sighed “leave me the fuck alone Riley.”

His eyes flickered, surprise momentarily breaking his cold facade. But it was quickly replaced by annoyance. He took a step closer to me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Watch your tone, soldier," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're lucky I don't put you on report right now for insubordination."

I chuckled ‘soldier’ “that’s not the name I’m familiar with when I was sharing my fucking personal space with you. Get out of my face.”

His eyes widened slightly, surprise registering on his face for a brief moment. But he quickly composed himself, his anger returning in full force.

"You... you have some nerve speaking to me like that," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm your superior officer, and you will respect me as such."

He stepped back, his face twisting into a sneer. "Go to your meeting, but know this. We're not done here. We'll be having a word later."

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine at the threat in his voice, but I lifted my chin defiantly, refusing to back down. "I look forward to it," I said before turning and walking away, my mind racing with a mix of anger, pain, and confusion.

I walked out of the base into the street where I got an Uber. “To club MXC please?”

The club was buzzing with energy, the beat of the music pulsing through the air. It was the perfect place for a meeting like this, loud enough to drown out any unwanted ears and filled with enough people to provide a good cover.

And there the man was with his crew, bodyguards and a sigar in his hand

I approached the table, the bodyguards immediately rising to attention. A nod from the man and they sat back down, resuming their watch. He looked up at me, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Ah, you must be the American soldier I've been expecting," he said, his voice smooth and cultured. "Please, take a seat."

The man's smile widened slightly, a glint of interest in his eyes. "Shym Medusa," he repeated, rolling the name on his tongue. "I must say, it is an interesting choice for a name. It's not often I meet a woman in the world of business."

He gestured for a waiter to bring over a bottle of expensive tequila, pouring us both a glass. "Tell me, Miss Medusa, what brings you to my table tonight?"

“I have a proposal for you..” I handed over a small document

“This isn’t blackmail, only a choice. Help me take down this person and you and ur big army of people will get the support of the military, American, SAS, and many allies on our side. The only side, you corporate with us.”

The man looked down at the document, his expression unreadable. He took a slow sip from his glass, considering my proposal.

"Interesting," he said after a moment. "You're offering a lot in exchange for my support. But what's in it for me? What guarantees do I have that this isn't just some trap to take me down?"

I leaned back in my chair, my expression cool and collected. "It's a simple business proposition," I replied. "Your people help us take down Diego, and in return, you have the backing of the American military, SAS, and our allies. That's a lot of power and protection. And if you don't agree..." I let the sentence hang in the air, the implied threat clear.

There was a long moment of silence as the man considered my words. I could see the wheels turning in his mind as he weighed the risks and rewards. Finally, he nodded. "I'm willing to cooperate," he said, his voice firm. "But I have my conditions."

I raised an eyebrow, curious as to what conditions he would set. "Go on," I said, taking a sip from my own glass of tequila.

He leaned forward, his eyes meeting mine intently. "My first condition," he said, his voice low and serious, "is that I get immunity from any legal repercussions resulting from our collaboration. The military will turn a blind eye to my organization's past activities and allow us to operate without interference."

“That’s a deal.” I stood up and shook his hand

He nodded in satisfaction, the agreement now sealed. "Excellent," he said, a pleased smile on his face. "Then we have a deal. Let's begin the operation tomorrow" I stood up from my seat, feeling a sense of relief mixed with excitement. The plan was in motion, and it was time to take down Diego.

As I went back to the base I first went to the bar to ease my mind

I sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. The alcohol was warm and smooth as it slid down my throat, but it did little to soften the edge of my frustration. My interaction with Ghost was still eating away at me, replaying over and over in my mind.

And then he came inside I wanted to leave as soon as possible

I tensed up as soon as I saw him enter the bar, my heart rate quickening at the sight of him. I wanted to flee, to get away from him and the confusing mix of emotions that he stirred up in me. But I forced myself to remain calm, to keep my face stoic as he approached the bar and sat down a few seats away from me.

We sat in silence for a long moment, the tension between us palpable. The music from the jukebox played softly in the background, the only sound breaking the uneasy silence. I could feel his gaze on me, but I refused to look at him, keeping my eyes fixated on my glass.

I stood up from my seat until one of my documents fell out of my bag I instantly tried picked it up and leave

I bent down to retrieve the document, but before I could snatch it up, a large hand reached down and grabbed it first. I froze, my heart thumping hard in my chest as I looked up to see Ghost towering over me, the document clutched in his grasp.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I met his gaze. The coldness in his eyes sent a shiver up my spine, but I forced myself to remain calm. I took a deep breath, straightening up as I faced him with as much courage as I could muster.

"Ghost," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I need that document back." He looked down at the document, his expression unreadable. He slowly opened it, his eyes scanning over the words written as his hand tightened around it.

“Give that to me.” I said in a angry tone

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering back to meet my gaze. "And why should I do that?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "That document is military property. You have no right to demand it back."

I grabbed it out of his hand and left the bar and went into an alley trying to get away.

Ghost followed me into the alley, his footsteps echoing through the night. I could feel his presence behind me, his eyes watching my every move. I knew there was no escaping him, but I kept walking, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to put some distance between us.

I reached a dead end, the alley walls closing in on me. I spun around to face Ghost, my breathing ragged and my eyes wide with fear. He stood there, his figure silhouetted by the dim streetlights, looking like a predator that had cornered its prey.

I was trapped, my back against the wall and Ghost blocking the only exit. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his gaze intense and unreadable. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart.

He grabbed me by my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe. “How dare you make a deal with a criminal.”

“I-I...” I choked out, my words cut off by the tightening of his grip. I could feel the pressure building, my air supply slowly being cut off. My hands scrabbled weakly at his arm, trying to loosen his hold as black spots started to dance in my vision.

“Simon…” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “Please… can’t... breathe...”

His grip tightened even more, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he glared at me. I could feel panic rising in me, my body starting to convulse as I struggled for air. I knew there was no reasoning with him in this state, his anger and possessiveness clouding his judgment.

“Please…” I choked out, my voice breaking as tears welled up in my eyes. My vision was starting to darken at the edges, my body weakening from lack of oxygen. I knew that if he continued to keep his grip on me, I would lose consciousness soon.

Just as I felt myself start to slip away, Ghost suddenly let go of me, his hand dropping away from my throat. I collapsed to the ground, gasping and coughing as I desperately gulped down air. I could feel tears streaming down my face, my body trembling from the ordeal.

Until I felt blood in my neck, his hands went so deep in my skin it started bleeding.

I slowly got up, my eyes scanning the area but he was gone. I started to head back to my room but a sudden sense of dizziness made me lose my balance and then. Everything went black as I collapsed to the ground and passed out

I awoke in the infirmary, my head throbbing and my vision blurry. I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea made me lay back down. I looked around a saw a nurse enter the room.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.

I swallowed, my throat dry and hoarse. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I croaked, my voice raspy.

She chuckled softly, her eyes filled with understanding. “You’ve been through quite an ordeal. We found you passed out in the alley near the bar, your neck bruised and bloody.”

My hand went up to my neck, feeling the bandages wrapped around it. I winced as my fingers grazed the sensitive skin, the memory of Ghost’s fingers around my neck flooding back to me.

The nurse saw my expression and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she said, trying to reassure me. “You’re safe now. We treated your injuries and you should make a full recovery.”

I nodded, appreciating her words but knowing that they did little to ease the turmoil inside me. The memory of Ghost’s violent grip and cold expression haunted me, and I knew that I would never forget it.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, my gaze drifting away from hers. “Can I leave? I just want to go back to my room.”

The nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I think that would be fine. Just be careful and take it easy for the next few days. You need to rest and heal."

I thanked her again and slowly stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. I held onto the edge of the bed for support until the feeling passed, then carefully made my way out of the infirmary and into the base.

Tears started to stream down my face while walking to my room, why did he do that? All I could ask myself. That saddness was turning into something dangerous

As I finally reached my room, the door slid open automatically, revealing the neat and tidy space. I stumbled inside, tears still streaming down my face as I fell onto the bed.

I felt a mix of pain and anger coursing through me, my mind replaying the events of the night again and again. I was hurt, not just physically but also emotionally. Why had Ghost done this to me?

I remembered his cold eyes, the brutality of his actions, and the way he had choked the life out of me. I couldn't understand why he had done it, why he had hurt me like that. I was torn between longing and pain, the contradiction eating away at me.

The sound of the door opening broke through my thoughts, and I looked up to see Ghost standing in the doorway, his figure silhouetted against the hall light. My heart clenched in my chest as our gazes met, the mix of emotions overwhelming me.

“Why?” I choked out, my voice cracking with emotion. “Why did you do that to me?”

His expression was unreadable, but he remained silent as he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed loudly in the tense air.

My body tensed as he approached the bed, the fear of being hurt again clouding my mind. I backed up against the headboard, my eyes fixed on him as he stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on me.

“Get away from me please…” I looked down with tears still in my eyes “you’re cruel..”

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mirrortouchedsea · 4 months

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getting motivated to work on that kaokana fic finally and i have added like 1k this week.... so much progress for me i'm so happy

#not writing #shay speaks #not guaranteeing the next chapter will be soon i'm still unsure #of when i want to end this one and start the next #but this one is only like.... 2k words right now?#okay google docs says its 1.4k words rn so yeah #we are making progress i'm hoping to get 4k or so at least before i decide to start ch4 #and then i have to edit it and all that jazz obviously.... but augh i'm just happy to be working on this again #and i edited my bb fic a lot today since my beta has given feedback on like 7 pages of that #AND i quit my job at joanns so i should go back to working only 5 days a week instead of 6 #and maybe i can get more motivation to write. i think part of why i'm writing more is the fact that i qui t aamfpdiosd #i am already feeling better knowing there is an end in sight to these 6 day weeks #my boss was chill about it she understands and i'm not going to like #slack off just bc i put in my 2 weeks #but yeah. thats my life update ig mapsdfiomsdpifodjs #big bang fic is looking very nice so far after edits and i'm excited to get that out #again its probably going to be split in two idk if i want to try and finish it before whenever i end up getting to post #mostly cuz like. idk i'm probably still like 4k out from finishing it and noooooo thank u. maybe another day #it's at the word count minimum though thats what matters

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boilingheart · 5 months

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that's it. im writing a suicide note on linkedin

#bheart talks #suicide tw #this is a joke but indicative of how much im GOING THROUGH IT #been making an effort not to talk about personal stuff online anymore but FUCK dude #whats the point of meds and therapy if im still broke as shit #these meds wont help me pay the bills man fuck all of this i have to wait 2 weeks #to adjust the doses every time and something happens in thsoe two weeks #that sends me off the rails spiraling with a hundred new problems #i can only see my therapist for one hour once every two weeks and i just #cant say everything and honestly idk what im even supposed to be DOING there #she just says nice things to me and i waste time talking so much and then time runs out #and i walk away with basically nothjng #and i just realized they o ly prescribed me 30 pills of ritalin instead of 60 #so now i have to ration these until i can get more #meanwhile i cant get hired anywhere and my job has cut my hours so bad i only got %7 #i only got $70 for my paycheck #im not going to fucking make it this month #i have no car insurance no food in the house no gas in the car and no hours to work #i applied for unemployment but it's taking forever to figure out #im hemorrhaged #im doing bad im doing bad im doing bsd #literally bg3 is the only thread im hanging by this is literally the only thing keeping me together #unsure where id be without it. definitely somewhere worse thats for sure.

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i-jus-kitten · 1 year

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#i’m getting really sick of hearing how lucky i am about my work/living situation #like yeah cool my boss has hooked me up and i am very grateful #but also i feel so fucking indebted to her that i feel like i just have to be a puppet #my entire fucking life is this job and my boss and my coworkers #we have a group chat that goes off constantly #we spend every single day together #i have no one else #to the point where i am so fucking burnt out that even going out with them feels like work #i feel like i’m never clocked out #i am always on the clock #my entire existence is to make my boss’s life easier #and for what?#i barely get buy month to month because i get paid literally crumbs #i have been here for almost 7 years and i make 50 cents more than the new girl who works 2 days a week??#but i feel so indebted that i can’t leave #that i can’t find anything resembling a normal life outside of here #because it’s like a betrayal #to not be around 24/7 for whatever she needs #i’m so tired #and so burnt out #and i just don’t want to be here anymore #anywhere #okay i’m gonna shut up now

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twilit-tragedy · 10 months

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god fucking damn my life, bro. I find a couple of ants in my room and immediately freak out. I start feeling shit crawling on me and turn on a flashlight to go look for some hidden source, already hyperventilating. And then I remember I woke up late and didn't take my morning meds. Girl, we have a balcony and my mom keeps plants there. Calm the fuck down. You like having the window open. It's FINE. It's just ants.

Last weekend I skipped my morning meds two days in a row cuz I woke up late and I feared sertraline insomnia - which, yes, in hindsight was a bad idea - and on Sunday I had a full meltdown. Granted, also period-related, but god fucking damn it. I tore my whole room apart. I couldn't vacuum under my bed easily because of my desk's placement so I decided I was going to move furniture around and reorganize my room. On a Sunday afternoon, in the summer and with tendonitis. All cuz I saw some ants and couldn't verify with my own two eyes every corner of the room. And because I couldn't physically move the wardrobe and bookcase, I guess I took out my anxiety with the remaining furniture. And god fucking damn it, here I am again a week later.

I keep finding ants (3) running on my desk all of a sudden while I'm SITTING THERE and have no idea ("no idea") where they're coming from (engage the phone flashlight routine). I moved this bitch AWAY from the window and they're fucking HUNTING me or smth (it's 35ºC out, girl). I hate my life. And I hate that any suggestion of bugs makes me start feeling shit on my skin that isn't there. Dumb fucking brain. Anyway I need sleep and to take my sertraline asap or else.

#i can't express to you how badly I was doing last week #my mom wasn't home when I was remodeling but I was fantasizing about screaming:#''take those plants out of my side of the veranda or i'll throw them OR myself off the balcony''#i'm not suicidal don't worry it would be for the drama of the ultimatum #and then I took my meds the next day and I was calmer lol #but this has happened before. i believe this entire formication / almost delusional parasitosis started cuz i'm allergic to mosquitoes #and as a kid who lived with 3 grown people and had no power over them to close their damn windows - I attracted all the bugs #and I couldn't sleep and I heard and felt them near me and it was a horrible time #still at 23 i can only either pass out from exhaustion or more often find and kill them before I can sleep #when I was 14 or smth our cat also got fleas and I spent the most paranoids nights of my life suffering cuz they got into my bed #last year I slept over at a friend's house for a night and brought back what must've been a SINGLE flea #I'm not kidding you when I say I quarantined my room and slept in the living room for over a month. i was panicking #(i've since started anxiety meds)#I legit feared we had bedbugs and was looking at every single outlet and corner of my bed #our cat recently caught fleas and I combed through him to pick them out every day. that experience actually calmed me down about them #but it's when you can't see them / where they're hiding that's the problem #(it also taught me to let my cat in my room and then fleas become his problem LMAO)#(cuz his long fur 24/7 is way better than my legs for 8h I've been told lol)#anyway point is I get freaky when I suspect bugs are hiding somewhere #and that they're gonna bite me and I'm going to get super itchy and not be able to sleep #i start feeling shit on my skin and yes i know that's not normal. and I have to look at it to convince my brain to ignore it #i get jumpscared by my HAIR falling on my arms girl. that's embarrassing #what i'm ANGRY about is that this is about ANTS. who want NOTHING to do with me and every to do with idk leaves and crumbs #and I KNOW they're from the veranda. but nooooo someone is dumb and skipped her meds and now she's withdrawing and freaking out. about ANTS #EMBARRASSING.#as i'm typing this i'm scratching at myself for what is most likely 1) nothing 2) my hair or 3) cat fur #i'd bring this up to my therapist but he abandoned me </3 like they all do </3 i'm gonna develop abandonment issues at this rate LMAO #so uh anyway imma finish what I was doing (lie) and go to sleep (eventually) and take my meds #and hopefully remember to mention the formication to a health professional at some point lol #i just needed to write this down as evidence of how i'm feeling rn so tomorrow I can read this and say ''wow that was silly'' mkay? kay

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jinkis · 11 months

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i hate everything

#about to go on a rant cause i'm ✨ stressed ✨#i'm currently at the very end of my masters degree so i can be a fully qualified secondary teacher #however due to the teacher shortage i have been allowed to start working as a full time teacher and have been doing so for the last year #i love my job i love the kids i love the staff members #what i dont love is having to finish off my masters degree when i've been working in the profession for a year #i have learnt more being in the classroom for a year than my whole 7 years at uni doing my undergrad and masters #i am TIRED of having to waste my time and come up with bullshit assessments just so i can get this stupid degree #schools are on winter holidays at the moment and i am meant to be relaxing or prepping for the term ahead #but no ... i've been stuck in my room for the past week doing uni assessments to prove that i know how to implement teaching strategies #and showcase how to write a lesson plan EVEN THOUGH NO TEACHER EVER WRITES ONE WHILE WORKING???????????#i just feel really bad for the kids cause i spend all my free time doing my uni shit or sleeping cause im so drained #i never have enough time to organise things for my lessons or come up with fun learning activities #usually i just do the bare minimum and pray for a pass #but this assessment just has a satisfactory/unsatisfactory mark so i cant just half ass this shit #also can yall believe that im only half way through this assessment??????????#i still have so much more to do ughhhh #anyway if you read all that im sorry and thank you #marie.txt

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pens-and-paperbacks · 1 year

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"Nobody wants to work! Everyone is so lazy! No one has any work ethic!"

That's all a lie and I'm sorry you've been made to believe that. The truth is people are applying and many people have great work ethic or can be easily taught but the jobs they're forced into are so trash that if they had the choice, why would they ever actually apply there? Why would they want to work there?

My current workplace, a gas station, is sitting on at least a dozen applications but my boss won't hire any of them because, "they're welfare fodder, they've only kept a job for six months or less." We're finally hiring someone in now because, "they looked put together and have a nice looking car," but only because one of my coworkers is leaving, having out in a notice a month ago which my boss hasn't forgiven her for and is spiteful about. All of this doesn't even touch the HUGE mouse problem we had for MONTHS, the heavily leaking ceiling with a huge hole over its door, or the mold that's just everywhere throughout the fridges and the ceiling tiles. And even THAT doesn't touch on the surprising amount of racist and homophobic comments I hear from customers (or employees/my boss sometimes) here and there.

At another job I worked from the stores opening, through orientation, and watched everyone that had miraculously lasted the first two years leave because two of my managers had an affair, lied about it to everyone, fired someone over seeing their text messages and kept messing up our supply orders. When my actual boss finally stepped in he was so out of touch with what actually needed to be done in the store that it caused worse problems. I also heard at some point, when people had to take on second jobs, that this boss was flat out doing everything he could to get rid of people because, " they were making another job their priority instead of this one."

The second job I had to take during the one mentioned just above (because I was one of those people not getting enough hours) was flat out a horrible, toxic work environment. Everyone had a bad attitude, did not want to be there and even if it seemed like they were having a good day, one wrong work or work slip up made their mood flip on a dime. I had to flat out ask to not be put on the schedule with one of the employees because they were that mean to me, and I can get along with anyone so that's saying something. The labor cost they had was absolutely ridiculous there (meaning they could only keep so many people on at a time to afford being there, possibly only two even during a lunch or dinner rush with a fully packed drive through and lobby) and when one manager decided, "I have to send my help home and work by myself for an hour, otherwise I'm gonna get yelled at about the labor cost," and singlehandedly handled one of those lunch rushes on their own. They were written up for it. They left that morning after signing that paper because, despite not being allowed to be there on your own as an employee, our boss was adamant about labor costs and could have covered for her or not told anyone. If she hadn't have some what she did, she would have actually been yelled at. It was an incredibly disrespectful move done in the name of corporate.

The one job that paid me well did so because they appreciated my work and everyone else kept leaving. I saw three raises in three months because I was essentially THE kitchen manager. That was great. Thing was, even though the people I worked with and for were good to me, it was a bowling alley/restaurant/arcade/bar where you were expected to prep, cook, take reservations, set people up on lanes via computer, serve people if your manager was busy, do light maintenance on the bowling machines and arcade machines, keep up with dishes and get the end of the day cleaning done which sometimes meant vacuuming the carpet across all eighteen lanes of customer seating and cleaning the tables/chairs stationed there too. All of that, despite the raises, was done for minimum wage starting and the place was almost always packed. I'd often get asked to stay because they kept a few employees that while good at their job they just missed shifts constantly because they knew they could, since this job had on-call shifts too. There were nights my husband picked me up that I was so sore and overworked that I would get in the car and just start sobbing. I wouldn't stop for ten minutes or more, either until we were mostly home or we got something to eat since I was normally too hungry to keep crying.

The very first job I ever got was at a pizza place. Over all it was the most laid back, despite being run by one of the Mafia families in town (of which there are a few but tbf they're very low key). The problem there was that the boss was a fucking scumbag who thought that in his case the Mafia status made him a big shot. It didn't. On a side note, his self important scumbag attitude made the other families in the area see him for the joke he was. He would make passes at the waitresses in exchange for streak dinners and money, only ever hire girls who were cute/pretty as waitresses so he could have a chance at doing so with someone cute/pretty. When we had a lot of money coming in he would spend it on improving the bar that was attached to the restaurant, as in getting new flat screen tvs or new glasses, some trivial thing that he didn't actually need. Not the kitchen ware that needed fixing, which at one point caused me to get a third degree burn because someone ended up running into my arm with boiling hot lasagna out of an oven we didn't normally use. There was also a point where I had to deliver a pizza to him, which he ordered drunkenly and over the phone while he was in the bar only twenty feet away, but when I went to deliver it to him and grab a jug of wine I needed for the restaurant, his grandson (very politely) had to stop me from doing so because his grandfather was doing something with a woman in the backroom of the bar in the middle of the day.

Currently, I have to move out of my house and in with friends a state away with my husband because even with two people working nearly 40 hours each at a minimum wage job still isn't enough to live and thrive off of. It's nothing we can make an actual life off of. We have to leave our house behind for a season, get new jobs and save money in this new place, just so we can afford to come back and fix up and sell our house/land. Our combined income is about $30,000 flat, in a small town where everything was just affordable enough to get by. It isn't anymore.

I sent out five job applications in one month only to hear back from one with a no, the others ghosted me completely until just the other day, literally the month after.

"No one wants to work! Everyone is lazy! No one is applying!"

You don't know how bad it is and has been even before COVID. Add inflation onto the long list of fucked up, unprofessional or flat out cruel things that can be done or said in many workplaces, which you have to deal or else your fired, on top a work chore/task sheet that probably keeps you overworked and exhausted the entire week/month/year and I ask you-

Would you want to work?

#jobs #working #work experience #part time work #workplace #full time work #theyre all right #i DONT actually want to work anymore #i DO want to stay home and do nothing #after 10+ years of this bullshit im pretty done #honestly i just want to be a content creator and make that my job because i cant stand being around people anymore #this job has made me hate all physical interaction #its made me hate the general public #people show up here at 7 when we open and i just dont even feel normal about it anymore #i just feel rage #if one more person says no one wants to work im going to spit in their face i swear to fucking christ #ive been wanting to make this post forever and just havent been able to #now im sitting at work because you know i only get two days off a week so im always here #and im spening what little free time i have venting before i pop #i hate this place and im stuck here until august #i just want out of here so i never have to look at these people again #i hate this town

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sugume · 4 months

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HELL BENT — RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧･ﾟ The Incubus King finally claims his intended.

( TW ) f!reader, incubus king!Sukuna, major size difference (Sukuna’s 8ft tall!), harem, group sex, fingering, cunnilingus, biting, rough sex, bleeding, forked tongues, cervix fucking, mating bonds, reader goes in some type of ‘heat’, explicit content.

word count - > 1.5k

author's note: PLS don’t take this seriously Idek what this is!! unedited + I'm trying a new writing style

Can’t stop thinking about Incubus king!Sukuna who finally finds his intended after centuries of looking. Who finds her in a place he never thought to check, the human realm. Who he kidnaps and brings down to his realm, telling you how you are to be his queen and rule his subjects alongside him. You have a mental breakdown your first week. The change of scenery, coming to terms that this is real, the differences between you and Sukuna’s species he calls Incubus. You’ve heard of them before, but you didn't think they were real—who did? They’re eight feet tall, winged creatures who liked to fuck 24/7. Half of them roam around naked and you can’t turn a hallway without catching two or more in sexual activities. So, hearing that you're some type of ‘mate’ to the king of the creatures? You think you’re dreaming. Sukuna brings you food every day and talks about how the mating bond has been activated now. How the several next week's you’re going to be restless until he ruts and claims you.

You scream and cry how this is his fault. He leans over the buffet of food and smacks your thigh with a grumble. You refuse to speak to him for the rest of the night even when he undresses and washes you. Making crude comments like how he can’t wait to breed your human body full of his offsprings. Sukana who doesn’t have the time for your refusal to talk to him for he has a kingdom to run, so he drops you off to a group of naked, pierced women who he calls his harem. He gently pushes you into one of the tall women before telling her to take care of you or else.

You can’t find it in your to be jealous of the women for being his ‘harem.’ You don’t even like Sukuna right now and the women, they’re so kind and mature that you would much rather spend your days lazing around with them than sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he laughs at his people who come to him with misfortunes. His harem teaches you all about their lands, how sex isn’t taboo instead something they need just like oxygen is to humans. How when they fuck, they release some type of energy that’s built up in their body that causes their kind to go insane and terrorize the human realm.

Sukuna’s harem who are utterly obsessed with how small you are compared to them. They used to spend their days lying around on rich cushions and blankets waiting for Sukuna but even they got bored of him—if it were up to them, they’d lock him in their room and never let him out. His harem who was supposed to be teaching you more about their king but instead chose to spend their days lazily eating you out with their long-forked tongues and fucking you dumb with their big fingers. They make you suckle their breasts and grind on their faces. They’re so gentle after, hissing at each other when one speaks too loudly after you had fallen asleep, washing your body clean, wrapping you in the softest blankets to carry you back over to your room with Sukuna. Some days they happen to catch Sukuna in his room, and they smirk and giggle when they see his jealous face. They take it as the highest compliment their queen has decided to lie with them before the king.

Incubus king!Sukuna who feels the mating bond grow stronger with every second you're in his castle. He feels himself shifting. He unable to stay away for long periods of time. He forces you to bathe with him before making you sit on his throne with him while he talks to irrelevant people, his hard cock jumping every time you move. You want to get away, moaning and grumbling how his you want to go play with his harem, it’s uncomfortable sitting on muscular thighs for hours while listening to him talk in several languages you don’t understand to people you don’t know. Sukuna who hisses and grumbles at you before going back to his subjects who kneel at the bottom of his obsidian throne.

Throughout the week you can’t help but get hornier and hornier until your unable to walk without liquids dripping down your thighs and wetting your skirts. Despite Sukuna's harem playing with you can’t help but plead and cry for him. You barely know the man but your body aches for him, for his cock, his bond. Sukuna who finally comes to see you one day. Who picks you up to set you up top of the cushions so you can watch him fuck his harem. He does everything he could think to the women, he wants to see what makes you twitch and ache and cry. By the time he’s done—hours later—you’re in a puddle of slick panting and crying how you want him. He doesn’t take you though, he can smell that you aren’t ready for him just yet, and he can’t risk injuring his mate who he’s searched for centuries. He won’t allow himself to bring you any harm, so he just holds you in his lap and makes his harem play with you until you pass out.

Sukuna whose balls deep in one of his women when he sniffs that air and smells the scent change in you. The women he’s fucking laughs when he yanks himself out of her and goes to you. He picks you up from the drenched cushion you're sitting on. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob and the feeling of his body. You try to wrap your legs around his huge frame but you’re too tired, so they just hang as he walks you back to your room, your thighs rubbing against his cock. Sukuna lays you down on the huge bed before ripping your silky dress and ding his head in between your legs. He brings you to several orgasm, but his mouth and forked tongue isn't what you want. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you pregnant while he bites you and claims you as his. You scream and kick and pull and at the pair of horns on top his head, but he just shushes you before going back to eating you out.

Sukuna finally deems you ready to take his cock but before he kisses and drags his teeth all over your body. He suckles at your breast, commenting on how you’ll be feeding him with said breasts soon. You cry out when he finally turns you ass up. You don’t even think about how much bigger he is than you, how his cock might not fit inside. Sukuna pushes your head into the blankets, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it over your pussy. You scream at him, but he ignores you enjoying the sight of your pussy against his too big cock. When he finally pushes into you scream into the pillow. You scream for more, for him to slow down, for him to breed you, for him to fuck you harder, for him to stop and let you catch a break. He’s too out of it to listen. He never knew what it would feel like to claim a mate but this? If he had any doubt the little human underneath his wasn’t his, he didn’t now. He finally felt whole. He felt your essence flowing into him, making him stronger, more aware, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel your emotions and hear your thoughts. He fucked your impossibly harder.

Sukuna leans down and whispers for you to open, and let him in. You don’t understand what he's talking about until his cock shoots some warm liquids and you feel your cervix open. It hurts so good when he pushes deeper into you. You orgasm again before he releases his seed into you. The tension leaves your body at the feeling of his seed rushing to your womb. You’re about to succumb to the sleepiness before Sukuna jolts you awake saying this is just the beginning.

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sleepymaddy · 7 months

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#me.txt #today is one of those #‘wanting to close the laptop go to the woods and leave it on a moss covered rock somewhere’ kind of morning #I didn’t go to the client’s #because most of the trains were cancelled even though the storm wasn’t that bad #I know I’m supposed to go over lunch break #I know I’m supposed to list all the stuff I have to do and go down that list at a good pace #I know I’m supposed to send Melvin an invite to review the payment module #but. i do not. want to do. any of that.#there’s a /dread/ again and I’m just. so tired. I’m so tired.#this assignment sucks and this job sucks and I’m so tired and sad all the time and I’m just. I’m done.#i don’t even particularly want to do anything else rn like I don’t want to go back to bed or read or watch something #I just want this /dread/ to go away and I think this assignment is a big source of it #not responsible for all of it. but a good chunk.#the only silver lining is that since it’s part time I don’t have to work on it tomorrow I’m on the other assignment #which also sucks in its own way but at least it’s not This One #idk how I’m supposed to cope with this specific job full time. i don’t want to.#but of course E doesn’t care about This job huh #not even a courtesy text? it’s wild. maybe she knows it sucks. idk.#7 weeks to go. ha. and then what. a week off. and then more of this anyway.

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silkythewriter · 4 months

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Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

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