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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter II

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Bob takes you out and lets you in after a(nother) moment of weakness.

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

A/N: The mannerisms of Steve are based off of my sweet, derpy, old pup. She helped pull me out of my crippling postpartum depression and welcomed me back, forgetting I hadn’t just ignored her for the year prior (I was barely able to take care of my newborn, I wasn’t taking care of myself and I couldn’t fathom mustering up enough energy to even pet her, trust me, I still feel bad about it). She is the best.

Warnings: mentions of asshole ex boyfriends, negative thoughts (thanks to asshole ex boyfriend), smut, etc.

Bob waited until you were in your apartment and turned the lights on before taking off. Hes bubbling with different emotions as he drives home. He’s smitten, obviously. He’s never met a girl like you; so beautiful, witty, passionate, funny. He’s baffled that someone like you is interested in him. Then the embarrassment creeps in…he came in his pants like a fucking teenager, but relief since you didn’t laugh or make him feel worse. In fact, it had seemed you liked it. He can’t stop thinking about you whispering how you wanted to blow him the parking lot and then sucking your fingers…Damn it, he was hard again.

He sighed as he unlocked the door to his house. Even though his sister would come once a week or so to get his mail and check on the house, it was stale and stuffy. He opened the windows in his room and got in the shower.

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You overanalyzed the entire night while you showered, every look, every conversation, every touch.

You started and deleted a text to Bob several times before finally hitting ‘send’ and turning your phone over while you put your pajamas on.

Sunny: Thanks again for handling that jerk and following me home. I’m also sorry things got a little heated too quickly. I haven’t dated in years, but I don’t do that on the first date. Or, pre-first date I guess.

A few minutes later your phone dings.

Bob: You’re welcome, I’m just glad you’re okay. No worries, I liked it (obviously lol). Can’t wait to see you again tomorrow.

Your stomach flutters and you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s okay. He’s not Derek. He doesn’t think you’re a whore. It’s okay for two consenting adults to do these things.

Sunny: I can’t wait either. Goodnight.

Bob: Sweet dreams

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You sleep until 9 and it feels amazing. You pick up a little in case Bob comes all the way to the door and get ready. He said to dress casually so you don a pair of shorts again with a favorite oversized band tee and a pair of Converse. It feels weird to be putting normal clothes on 2 days in a row, you pretty much live in scrubs or pajamas.

Bob knocks as you’re putting your hair up. As you open the door, you’re greeted by a fluffy gentleman sitting oh so patiently, his tail is giving away his excitement by going a mile a minute. “Hey there cutie. You must be Steve, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Sunny.” You say, crouching to pet him. He’s so soft, and his wet nose tickles as he sniffs you.

You rise and take in Bob. He looks good enough to eat in a worn pair of Levi’s and a gray tee. He hands you a bouquet of fresh flowers. “We stopped at the farmer’s market on the way, thought these were pretty,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, the tops of his ears turning red.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you. Come in, I’ll put them in water.” You smile.

“We can wait out here, he sheds a lot”. Bob replies.

“Oh gosh, don’t worry about it, I grew up with pets and have a vacuum.” You insist, pushing the door open wider.

“Alright,” he agrees. As he brushes past, you notice the slight bruise you sucked into his neck last night and your cheeks heat. Embarrassment or arousal? You weren’t sure.

“Nice place,” Bob says looking around. Steve is sniffing everything in sight.

“Thanks, it’s small but it’s got everything I need. I’ll eventually look into buying a house, but I’m comfortable here for now” you say, trimming the ends of the flowers. “Where’s your place?”

“About 15 minutes from here, by Valencia Park” he replies, looking at the pictures hung on your walls

You nod while filling a mason jar with water and place the flowers in it, setting it in the kitchen window. “Perfect. Thanks again.” You kiss his cheek. “Hey, what’s that on your neck?” You tease, lightly brushing the bruise with your fingertips.

He blushes again and chuckles. “Must’ve burnt myself with the curling iron”.

You laugh, “Is that so? You should really be more careful.”

“You’re telling me. All set?” He asks.

“Let’s go” You nod.

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You watch Steve take the stairs down while you lock up. “That is impressive, is there anything he can’t do?”

“No, not really. I help him in and out of the truck bed because it’s pretty high, but he’s adapted way better than I would’ve expected. Oh hey, my truck is just a regular cab, so there’s no backseat. I hope you don’t mind, but you’ll want to sit in the middle, or Steve will be on your lap. He insists on being by the window, one way or another.” He says as he unlocks it, stepping aside to let Steve through.

You climb on next to Steve and squeal as he immediately goes for your ears, sniffing and huffing with his wet nose again.

“Sorry, he’s pretty polite, but he has a thing for ears,” Bob grins as he gets in seat beside you.

You laugh, “I don’t mind, he’s so sweet. I’m just ticklish”.

Bob pulls out of Penny’s driveway and you’re off. Once he puts the cruise on, he relaxes his leg, resting it against your bare one. Goosebumps rise at the feel of his rough jeans against your skin. Down girl.

“Where we going?” You ask.

“There’s a quiet, dog-friendly beach up there road here, it’s Steve’s favorite place. I packed some lunch too” he replies, slowing to turn into the parking lot.

“That sounds great” you answer.

Steve realizes where he is. His front paws start tippy-tapping and he whines, hardly able to contain his excitement.

You laugh, patting him. “Almost there buddy”.

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Steve zooms along the shore as you and Bob put down a thick blanket. You three are the only occupants, save for an older man with an older dog a couple hundred yards down the beach.

You sit cross-legged and Bob comes to stretch out beside you, handing you a sandwich. You both laugh as Steve attempts to stalk some seagulls, but panics and tucks tail back when they start chasing him. He hides behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. You give him a smooch “You’re okay, I won’t let them get you. Those gulls are mean, huh?”

Bob tells you stories about Steve while you eat, making you laugh at his antics. He pulls his phone out and shows you a picture his sister snapped last night of Steve tucked into the sleeping bag between two little girls, all three wearing sleep masks. “Guess he slept like that all night” Bob chuckles.

Steve eventually sneaks his way between you two, laying his chin on your knee. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” You say, softly rubbing his forehead. Bob chokes, his thoughts immediately turning dirty at your words. You bite your cheek so you don’t smile, pretending you don’t notice.

“Did you bring a ball or anything to play fetch with?” Bob nods, grabbing a frisbee from the bag.

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You three play for a while, the sun warming your arms and legs. It feels good to be outside. Bob tosses the frisbee towards you and Steve, but the wind catches pushing it behind you. Steve’s too focused on it to realize where he is and knocks you off your feet.

“Oh my God, Sunny!” You hear Bob yell running over. “Steven! Watch out buddy, give her some space.”

You can’t answer, you’re laughing too hard. Steve’s in your ears again, sniffing, huffing, and licking. Your laughter makes him more excited, and he zooms away as soon as Bob gets to you. “I’m so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m fine. I can see why you love him so much, he’s quite the character.” Bob holds his hand out to help you up. You take it but tug him down instead. He lands with a surprised oomph. You pull him to you for a kiss. He stiffens for just a moment, caught off guard (again) but relaxes into it. You kiss slowly, lazily. You suck his tongue and groans deeply. He’s hard, pressed perfectly against the seam of your shorts right where you need him. “You feel so good” you murmur against his lips. He twitches against you.

Out of nowhere, you feel frigid saltwater slide around you, soaking you both. The tide came in. You squeal and Bob chuckles, the moment gone. Probably for the best, you don’t really want an indecent exposure on your record.

He helps you to your feet. “My place is closer to here, we can get cleaned up and dried off there if that’s okay?”

You nod, wanting to get out of these wet, sandy clothes ASAP.

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Bob grabs some dog shampoo from his truck and you help him lather and rinse the sand from Steve. “I know it’s a pain with his fur, but he loves the beach so much. It’s worth the extra work to me” you nod, agreeing. You towel him off, unable to stop kissing his wrinkly forehead. Bob lifts him into the bed of the truck and leads him into the kennel he has secured. “I know it’s not the safest, but I only put him in here after the beach. It helps him dry and he loves the wind in his face.” He explains.

You give him a quick kiss. “He’s lucky to have you Bob, you’re a great dog-dad”.

You both towel the sand off the best you can before getting in yourself. “I’m sorry about your truck, I can help you vacuum it” you offer.

“Don’t worry about it, my neighbor's son details cars for extra cash and is always looking for business. I always give him double after beach days.”

“That’s sweet of you.” You reply, sliding into the middle seat again.

“You don’t have, I mean you can sit there if you want but—“

You buckle your seat belt. “I know. I wanna sit by you.”

He nods, a little pink staining his cheeks, “Alright”.

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A few minutes later, Bob pulls into a cute, navy blue bungalow. “This is it”.

“I like it, it’s cute.”

You laugh as Bob helps Steve out of the truck bed. His fur is fluffy from the ride.

Bob leads you into the house. It’s tidy, with a minimalistic and cozy design. It smells like him—like clean, fresh laundry with a hint of leather.

He shows you to his bathroom, handing you a towel, he turns to leave. “If you want to leave your clothes outside the door, I’ll throw them in the wash with mine before I shower”.

“Will do, thanks.”

He shuts the door behind him. You carefully undress, trying to not fling sand everywhere. You turn the water on and set your clothes outside the door, purposely leaving your lacy bralette and thong on top to tease him.

You’re lathering your hair for the second time when you hear a knock. “You can come in. Sorry for taking so long, I can’t get the sand out of my hair.”

Bob freezes. He’s been half-hard since he put your pretty underwear in the wash, but taking in your naked silhouette against the frosted glass has him at full mast instantly. “It’s okay, no uh…rush. I have some clothes for you when you’re done. I’ll put them here on the counter”.

“Thanks, I’ll be out soon” you smile as he closes the door. You probably didn’t need to arch your back and stick your tits out like that, but his reactions to you are just too good.

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A few minutes later, you towel dry your hair and take yourself in the mirror. Bare-faced, nipples that could cut diamonds poking through his worn ‘US Navy’ tee, and rolled sweat pants. You look like a slob, you only wear makeup and straighten your hair when you go out, always trying to look good for other guys, you can hear Derek words in your mind.

You push him out of your head as you hang up your towel and open the door.

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Bob fumbles his phone as he takes you in. Curly, wet hair, perky breasts gently bouncing under his shirt as you pad over to him.

He reaches out and brushes a curl by your forehead. “I wondered if your hair was curly after it got wet at the beach. It’s pretty. Do you always straighten it?”

You nod, throat thick as you answer. “Yeah, my ex didn’t like it, thought I was ‘attention seeking’ when I would wear it natural, probably because someone usually commented on it. He uhh, he thought everything about me was ‘too much’; I laughed too much, I talked too much, I hugged too much. We broke up months ago, but I’m still trying to find myself again.” You look away, feeling vulnerable.

“Sounds like he’s an idiot. You could never be too much, Sunny. Your hair is beautiful no matter how you wear it. Everything about you is beautiful.” Tears fill your eyes as and he turns you toward him, kissing you sweetly.

You kiss him back and things heat up quickly. His hand slides into your hair fully, while the other goes to your waist, pulling you into him. He can feel your nipples brush across his chest and his cock twitches. He brings his hand up slowly, but as he reaches the underside of your breast, the doorbell rings, startling you apart. “Oh, I ordered pizza. I got half cheese, half everything so you can put whatever you want on. I hope that’s okay” he says as he turns, trying to discretely tuck his erection into his waistband so he doesn’t scare the delivery driver.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I like everything but anchovies and mushrooms.”

“Agreed, I’ll remember that for next time” he says as he opens the door.

Hmmm, next time? You like the sound of that.

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You both dig in, having a beer each. Steve sits nearby, politely begging with his eyes.

You tell him about yourself. How you were always getting into trouble as a kid since you were quite the little adrenaline junkie, always looking for a thrill. About how you wanted to be a naval aviator like your old man, but you couldn’t put your mom through that, especially seeing the toll it took on Carole when Bradley joined. You tell him how you thrive in chaotic environments and by doing flight nursing, you could combine your passion for flying and help people. He takes in your every word, listening intently.

You settle in on the couch after for a movie as you wait for your clothes to dry, Steve draped across your lap, fast asleep as you rub his ears. “I knew he’d love you.”

You smile, “He’s a sweetheart.”

Bob puts his arm around you and plays with a curl by your ear absentmindedly. He pulls a little and you shiver as your nipples harden. “You cold?” He asks, looking down at you.

You shake your head, dropping your gaze to his lips. You lean forward, capturing his lips with yours. You moan into it, you’ve been worked up too many times since last night without relief. He licks into your mouth, pushing his hand into your hair farther. Your right goes to his chest, sliding up to brush your fingertips over the bruise from the night prior again. He inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. “Steve, buddy, go to bed, okay?” He asks him breathlessly, eyes not leaving yours.

Steve hops off with a heavy sigh, walking towards the bedroom.

You rise to straddle him, leaning forward to bite his bottom lip before kissing along his jaw. You slide your hips forward until you trap his cock against his stomach. His breath hitches in your ear at the contact. You smile into his jaw as you slowly start moving your hips, up and down, rubbing your clit against him.

You let out a breathy moan and his grip on your hips tightens. You kiss up to his ear and lightly nip the lobe. “You’re so big, I can’t wait to have you inside me”

Bob lets out a strangled groan at that. His hands release your hips and slide back to your ass, squeezing a handful in each palm, pulling you harder into his cock. You groan against his ear before pulling back and whipping his shirt off of you.

Your bare tits are level with his face. “Sweet Jesus” he whispers, bringing his hands up from your ass to cup one carefully in each hand. “They’re perfe—you’re perfect,” he says in awe. You should get a boob job, no guy likes less than a D cup, you hear Derek's voice again, but Bob brings you back to him by circling your nipple with his calloused fingertips.

You whimper, “Keep touching me, please. Just like that, and this” You bring your hand up to gently pull and pinch.

His eyes drift shut with a groan, the sight of you playing with your tits is too much. His erection throbs against your hip as he nods, continuing his ministrations. Your hands go to his shoulders for leverage.

You work your hips faster, already hurtling towards the edge. He leans forward and gently sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

You whimper, “Almost there” as your orgasm approaches.

Bob pulls back at the sound, replacing his mouth with his fingers, and groans as he feels you soaking through both pairs of pants. His hips jerk up, chasing your warm, wet heat. He’s getting close too. You moan and your hips stutter as his tip catches your clit just right. He takes your hands and places them on your tits, and drops his back to your hips to guide them. You pinch both nipples as he thrusts and that’s all it takes.

You cry out as your orgasm sweeps through you. Bob takes you in, trying to commit the sight and sounds of you to memory. Eyes closed, flushed cheeks, hands playing with your perfect breasts, your hips undulating against his…it’s enough to pull him over the edge. He groans, hands gripping bruises into your hips and he cums too, coating the inside of his pants (again).

You lean down and place a kiss on his damp forehead. His face is flushed, and he won’t look at you.

“You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, I—I’m good. I uh, I think we should talk.” He replies and a cold wave of shame washes through you. You did too much too fast. Again.

Bob feels you stiffen on him. “No, hey, no it’s nothing you did, it’s not anything bad, I don’t think, I just,” The dryer dings from down the hall, signaling your clothes are dry. “Hey, let’s get cleaned up and I’ll explain.”

You nod, still uneasy and follow him to the laundry room.

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You meet Bob back in the living room, wearing your clean clothes. Mmm, you smell like him.

He gestures for you to sit by him. You can tell he’s nervous, or embarrassed. Maybe both.

“So you know how I told you I’m not good with women, dating, and all that?” You nod. “Well, I meant it. I haven’t dated much. The longest relationship was 2 years in high school. We fooled around a bit, but never went all the way since her family was strict Catholics and she was saving herself for marriage. We broke up after I joined the navy cause she didn’t like long distance. I’ve dated a bit here and there, but it never lasted long as it’s difficult to keep a relationship when I was moving around so much and deployed so often. So…that’s why I was uh…a little quick on the draw last night, and not much better today. You’re gorgeous Sunny, so that doesn’t help either.”

You nod, and can breathe a little better in relief. You’re starting to understand. “Bob, it’s okay. I knew you just got off the carrier after 4 months. It’s…it’s also been a long time for me too. I think that’s why I can’t keep my hands off you, not to mention how good you look in those Levi’s” you laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Bob’s blush deepens and rubs the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, except that I haven’t, I’ve never…” he stammers.

You realize what he’s trying to say, your stomach flips and your pussy clenches. Oh the things you’re gonna do to him.

“Bob, are you a virgin?”

#bob floyd #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #natasha phoenix trace

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rose-thorn · 1 year

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okay so this is probably just me overanalyzing- actually fuck it, this is probably intentional:

Man in Glass and The Train From Nowhere parallel each other in a way that is almost painful:

So in The Train From Nowhere Nureyev appears out of nowhere and he decides to ask Juno for help on a heist for the greater good, juno voices his obvious distrust and heartbreak the The Murderous Mask to both the audience and Nureyev himself. He openly doubts Nureyev’s planning ability after snapping at him, learns just how intricate the plan is. Also at first they pose as newly weds. Juno tries to shove down his romantic feelings for Nureyev.

Man in Glass?

Juno appears out of nowhere and Nureyev and him are sent on a heist (which we later learn is for the greater good) posing as newlyweds. Nureyev shows spite and betrayal, but tries to suppress it as much as he can, telling himself to “file it away for future consideration” as well as his romantic feelings towards Juno, but instead of vocalizing this distrust and betrayal to Juno, he’s passive-aggressive towards him. Nureyev sees Juno as a “loud mouthed criminal novice” and tries to push him off to the side and try to complete the heist on his own. When Juno is using his very intricate plan, Nureyev’s distrust leads him to not see that it’s a complex plan, until they confront eachother and Juno explains the plan to Nureyev and Nureyev’s just like “oh.” then they work together and successfully steal the map

now what am i getting at? well…

1. one of them appears out of nowhere

2. to the other’s dismay, they go on a heist together for the greater good

3. they pose as newlyweds

4. one has obvious distrust and feels betrayed by the other, but this manifests in different ways, juno vocalizes his distrust to nureyev, and nureyev tries to shove it all away, but shows his distrust through his passive-aggressiveness and not letting Juno help with the plan

5. after one person leaving, the other tries to suppress their romantic feelings towards the other

6. one of them is enacting a very intricate plan which includes manipulating a target

7. the other doesn’t see this plan and sees it as the other being careless, juno believing Nureyev doesn’t care that juno could be killed, Nureyev believing that Juno’s being careless about the heist

8. near the climax of the plot, the two get into an argument about how one believes the other is being careless and not planning well, and in that argument, the other reveals the plan and the first person is embarrassed

9. they work together after this VIA TRUST and get away

10. TRUST IS A HUGE POINT IN BOTH OF THESE STORYLINES I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

11. Bonus: bickering.

it ALSO shows a key difference between Juno and Peter,

Juno is very blunt about not trusting Nureyev and his own feelings of betrayal towards him, to the audience, in his thoughts, and to Nureyev

Nureyev’s entire thing is suppressing parts of himself to fit into these roles and as a coping mechanism (a shitty one at that) to not distract himself. He shows his feelings of distrust and betrayal via his actions, passive-aggressiveness, and eventually by blowing up. it’s not difficult to tell that Nureyev’s bitterness towards Juno is because of a feeling of betrayal, and a reluctance to let him close again, which he pretty much says outright.

but as i said, they both suppress their romantic feelings towards each other, because in both episodes, the last time they had seen each other, they had shared an intimate moment, then were betrayed, which is why they’re both reluctant to let each other in again, they had just experienced a form of betrayal by the other.

MAN this hurts

also if anyone wants to add to this please do!!

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #junoverse #jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #Juno Steel and The Train to Nowhere #juno steel and the man in glass #media analysis

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noxxha · 1 year

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Uchiha Madara Personality analysis (Ch. 622 - 623) Part 1

Uchiha Madara is a product of the era he grew up in. The constant bloodshed and wars shaped him into a talented and ruthless, yet loving and kind youth - who got swallowed up by despair.

I will do my best at being as objective as possible (while also overanalyzing something so simple as the speech bubbles during a specific part) and highlighting everything Madara says that is a piece - tiny as it is - to piece together his personality from Hashirama’s eyes.

*Note: the following scans are fan translated, not the official ones as I only own the german version in physical format.

While this page offers some vague humour, it also gives the first hint of Madara’s character: sensitive. (As described by himself, mind you)

His sensitivity is probably innate since birth, but amplified and taken to extreme heights from the lives they live. It is actually quite heartbreaking that he cannot relax for even one second.

He also mentions that he has a “bad habit” of making excuses when he…what exactly? Loses his temper? Feels embarrassed?

(The german version simply has him say that “he is sorry and that it was just an excuse”)

Madara then reveals his name to Hashirama, and that he is well aware of the shinobi code (being one himself, after all).

According to Hashirama, he and Madara were like day and night.

As described by Madara he tries to be understanding of Hashirama’s plight (who has yet to reveal that his sadness has to do with Itama’s death). The way Madara looks in the second to last panel reveals quite a lot of turmoil. He probably remembered his siblings in that moment.

The picture below is that very panel, and it actually made me pause the video the first time I saw this episode to take in the expression captured in the moment.

He looks so somber. His expression almost suggests that he lost his other three brothers a while back (maybe even years prior to Hashirama losing Itama?). He can clearly empathize with Hashirama here as he is an older brother himself (left with only Izuna at this point).

“Or rather, had four brothers…”

It is in this panel that we get a lot of information about Madara’s hopes and wishes (and that he is an idealist who has yet to get his heart broken completely - he still has Izuna, after all)

It’s a bit ironic that he mentions being “vulnerable”, and that is basically a taboo amongst shinobi (weakness = death), and yet that is what he is with Hashirama in that moment; he reveals his hopes and wishes to a stranger. He is vulnerable by revealing what is in his heart.

Madara mentions that “maybe they don’t hate you as much as you think” - that implies that he has a habit of assuming things about people (negative most likely). He might be sensitive to the way people perceive him (perhaps because of his status as son of the leader, and therefore future leader)? It is interesting the way this sentence foreshadows his later life; Madara probably assumed that everyone feared/hated him, and this became a self fulfilling prophecy in the end.

(The german version does not really paint a picture about Madara the same way the above english scan does, he just mentions “that maybe the person is actually burning with rage” when they talk about the possibility of “looking into peoples hearts”/understanding one another)

This is one hell of a stretch, but it could imply how Hashirama (later in life) never really took notice of Madara’s TRUE feelings about a lot of things, because he did not understand who Madara was at that point (he changed after Izuna’s death, as mentioned by Hashirama)

I had to highlight both points made by Madara and Hashirama here. Madara reveals here how power basically means everything in their era (but the type of strength he is thinking about is probably physical strength, no?) and that they need to be strong so that people will follow them (does this philosophy come from Tajima, Madara’s father, perhaps?)

The “permanent and lasting change” from Hashirama reveals a lot about HIS character here to be honest.

Hashirama mentions that their strength will reach a point where “even the adults won’t be able to ignore us anymore…” (Butsuma’s wonderful parenting at work here I would say…)

Madara is being all boastful about him having no weaknesses to work on…except his sensitivity to his surroundings… (and having people behind him distracting him)

“Heh…modesty doesn’t suit you…” says Hashirama, which implies indeed that Madara is (rightfully so) proud of his talents (and the Uchiha clan’s Sharingan…that he was close to reveal to Hashirama) and likes to boast about it (or why else would Izuna be in disbelief that there is someone stronger than his nii-san?)

This scan also indicates that Madara probably is very harsh towards himself whenever he experiences failure (such as being unable to protect his siblings). The look in his eyes during his “what good is the…” monologue is the gaze of someone remembering failure (death of his brothers most likely).

He showcases his resolve to protect his last remaining brother (Izuna).

An interesting detail that is different between the manga and anime version is Hashirama’s response to Madara’s oath of keeping Izuna safe. Here he is silent, listening to what Madara says and…screams on top of his lungs about their village.

In the anime version Madara looks over to Hashirama and asks him “so what about you?” and Hashirama replies “I have one younger brother left too and I also intend to protect him no matter what.” to which Madara nods in understanding and then Hashirama declares his vision for the village that becomes Konoha.

An interesting thing about this panel is the fact that Madara is not even sure about his definition of peace (note the speech bubble). Here he, more or less, decides to “tag along” in the hopes that this village of theirs will keep Izuna safe.

(And that grin is too darn precious)

“That rock was born to be skipped…you hold onto it until the next time we meet!”

Little did they know…

Separating this post in further parts because of Tumblr’s *10 pictures on mobile limit*.

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

#izuna uchiha #madara uchiha #hashirama senju #naruto analysis

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basofy · 4 months

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pinned post just because i dont have one and others do

hi im miguel and im a guy

especifically a bi trans guy from venezuela, i live there, i speak spanish and english

i am 22 years old

i have a total of 11 CATS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i like drawing messy stuff and experiment a lot and somuch of the stuff i draw comes from the heart even the embarrassing stuff. i like drawing silly stuff and a lot of vent art and stupid stuff and gay sex but you dont get to see that

my art tag is #my stuff

sometimes i like to make crafts too like plushies and clay figures but im no proffesional with it, the tag i tend to use is #my plushies . i also have some plushies that ive bought or been gifted and i take them everywhere and post about them ocasionally :)

i ocasionally sell commissions so i guess i'll edit this when i do but rn i'm busy and tired

be nice to me because i overthink a lot i might be mentally ill probably, trying to go to therapy soon but getting appointments is hard ¯\(ツ)/¯

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i tend to like media thats colorful and cartoony and stupid and with fucked up people and with messages of love cuz im cheesy

stuff im currently interested on most is the lisa the painful games, kaiba 2008, chainsaw man, oneshot, yume nikki and its fangames, the mother series, undertale/deltarune, but i like other stuff too and sometimes i might reblog or draw for it, you can always ask me if ive drawn art of something

sometimeeeeeeeeeeeees i do requests but if you send one i might draw it 5 months later

i ocasionally have bad tastes in characters and media i do that, also i enjoy overanalyzing

please do keep in mind that there is fanart of both children's stories and adult's stories in this account. would like if you didn't follow if you're under 15.

another disclaimer: i tend to make art of harsh topics sometimes, all of it coming from own personal feelings, and i take it very seriously. also if you see me make fanart of characters who are family/are an adult and a kid/a victim and their abuser, these are not meant to be seen as ship material and i wish nobody sees my art like that.

i don't post alllllllllllll of my art here because managing accounts is tiring but i have a twitter and an insta

someone asked me the brushes i use so here they are if you want them

#pinned #long post

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tropiyas · 9 months

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i need to share an embarrassing work story and get your thoughts on it bc maybe it was overanalyzing or if something crazy actually did happen

okay so quick context - our company had a bus to bring us to and from this all-day networking event. i've been out of town for a while and this is my first event back.

during the networking event this coworker and i ended up chatting more and hitting it off and being more friendly w/ each other than the rest of the crowd and kind of hover around each other :D

we board the bus (it's like 20-ish people headed back) but how it ends up is the coworker is across the aisle from me and there is a loud tall guy between the two of us. he's mostly friendly but lowkey more annoying the more you talk to him (i.e. filling dead air with babble instead of being silent)

me and the coworker independently thought of an idea, and I would assume that the implication is we both wanted to sit next to each other. I suggested to switch seats with annoying tall guy, because he might want the legroom (I genuinely had more space than him on my seat), and he's like "nah I'm good." Okay that's fine. Half an hour later, the coworker asks him if he wants to swap seats with her, and presses a bit more than I did. He ALMOST accepts the offer and switches the seat, but then right when he leans to get up, I notice him glance at me, HESITATE, and then go "nah, I'm good."

I'm so embarrassed, the benefit of the doubt answer is "he didn't want to impose and make us move." But the more funny maybe realistic answer is "he knew what we were up to, and spited me"

#it's definitely in my top 10 embarrassing moments (as someone who is rarely embarrassed and owns his cringe often)

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titabboy · 3 months

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I had a pretty active tumblr for about ten years. I don’t know if you remember deejul (daydream) but that was me. I wasn’t an indie darling by any means, but it was certainly the most visible and most connected I’ve ever been. It was a golden age, the first time I really embraced algorithms for a curated social media experience. A truly striking collective moment for us all to explore what authenticity could mean in an increasingly hyper-accessible, hyper-meta, social structure. And I had my tumblr for the last half of my adolescence, the first part of my twenties; it was my diary, my personal library of memories, my second life and a source of some of my deepest connections. I mentioned tumblr in an application for a film program! I got in! And I watched all the movies I saw on my dashboard! I met and got to know some of the most interesting, kindest people all over the world. A friend who I met a long time after my tumblr days and I found out that we shared mutuals! Our favorite ones, even. I documented so much of the thoughts and feelings I couldn’t readily share in-person: I was a true testament to developmental angst, crises of faith, and the growing gap between who I was and who I could be. I, like you, often felt like I was the first person to feel the feelings I was feeling and those feelings felt totally alien until I found out other people who liked the stuff I liked and felt the stuff I felt and even did the stuff I did! and in that way I learned what vulnerability can be in-person, in-the-moment, without my dependency on drafting, editing, revising what I wanted to say. I found some of my favorite music, art, literature, people, that way. I felt comfortable in my stream-of-consciousness and didn’t feel as daunted by the obsessive, intrusive, insane, inexplicable thoughts as I do now.

And then I deleted almost every trace of it.

It’s normal to look back and be embarrassed about who you used to be, normal to look fondly back on your younger self and cringe about them because they didn’t know better and it’s not like you know better now! But I couldn’t really see past the pain of it all. At the time I deleted that tumblr, I was diagnosed with complex-PTSD (and a few other things) and I really, really, really, did not like that! I was trying to make the world my oyster, sow wild oats, sing a lot of karaoke at my favorite dive bar, do a lot of drugs and have a lot of sex and do a lot of things that I knew would be great stories to tell later! I didn’t want to look at myself! No one wants to see all that! To be “seen” in that way was terrifying and mortifying and so I decided that I wouldn’t be seen at all. My mind was so clouded and foggy with the revelation of persistent trauma and grief that I couldn’t bear to sift through all that mud to find the green, living, growing things that were actually deeply rooted therein.

I packed up all this stuff and stored it away in the far corners of my body, and I tried to “start from scratch,” knowing fully well that even if everything was different I would always be me, and everything that was me would be there in the shadows, traces of the most formative pieces of myself just on the other of the sheet I covered them with. Dusty old memories, a friend recently said.

I hated people dwelled on the past. I was trying to get over mine, so why even bother? I refused to peak in high school or college, I told myself it would get better and bigger than all of this and I was, and have been, quick to let go of things that go stale. I thought that shit was holding me back and I was determined not to let it. I didn’t need to “know the origins” of my pain in order to heal from it. My therapists would tell me that I don’t need to intellectualize or overanalyze my feelings. So I just said my piece and the rest was none of my business because I am determined to move forward. I’m trying to look where I am driving: ahead. Far far ahead.

I moved. I got in a car crash. I had a string of bad boyfriends, a faith crisis, I got kicked out of my house and estranged from my family, I got fired from my first big corporate job. I was unemployed. We had another evil president and a pandemic and we kept running out of time to reverse and repair the damage we have done to the planet, to each other.

I got a dog. I figured out what to do when I was by myself. I fell in love. I did a lot of mushrooms. I tried to go to bed by 9, and I took my medicine and my supplements and my probiotics and I made overnight oats. I got tattoos and piercings! I had a career and I helped important people do important things. NOW I am in LOVE. NOW I am SAFE.

But I didn’t want to share any of that with any of you. These precious precious things. I was too afraid to let them slip from my fingers. All this time I hold my breath, waiting for the rug to be pulled from under me, for the other shoe to drop. I walk into a room and force myself to have an exit plan in under 3 minutes of being there. I keep all the things I want at arm’s length, because if it’s out of reach I cannot drop it, it will not shatter.

And then, today I decided that I cannot continue on without fully embracing and absorbing compassion for myself. It’s been a decision long in the making, and I’ve tried it before and it was too scary and I’ve walked myself all the way back numerous times— but if there is a way to be better, and I have the capacity for it, why not?

I’m going to therapy and I’m reading books and I’m holding firm boundaries and I’m surrendering and I’m sleeping and I have health insurance and I have all these MEMORIES of what it is like to be loved and to love unconditionally.

I found my old journals. I may have deleted my Tumblr but I hoarded 15 years worth of paper and ink. I didn’t always know why I did this. I don’t have many physical memorabilia from before I was 15, I don’t know where any of it is.

My siblings and cousins would steal my diaries when I was a kid and make fun of me for all the crushes and angst I poured in there. What does a 10 year old have to be angry about? They would say “why did you write it if you didn’t want anyone to read it?”

I realize now that my audience was supposed to be me. I had so many stories and I never really let myself listen to any of them. I’ve always struggled with first drafts, and well, this is the only draft we get isn’t it? I spent all day today reading and crying and being curious and remembering and forgiving and worshipping and loving and losing and grieving and hoping and hating, even. I finally let myself look back at myself with the compassion I wish I had back then.

I thought I wanted to disappear, I thought I would have been better as a memory, I thought of myself as a background actor, an extra. I was grateful to be part of the scenery but even my innate Leo nature wouldn’t let me in my own spotlight for too long. I was tired of being seen and driven mad by the reality that I couldn’t see what other people saw— well, I couldn’t see the good bits back then, I only saw these awful faults within me whether they were real or not. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to be the right person in the right place at the right time, I wanted to be the antagonist in someone’s story, I wanted to be a tragic love interest. One of my professors used to say that romance & tragedy look pretty much the same until the end of the script and I fell a little bit in love with him.

But this isn’t TV. It’s not Fleabag. It’s not primetime or prestige and there are no awards shows. And I’m no tragedy, and this isn’t the end. I’m not a main character and I don’t wish to be. I am behind-the-scenes. I am writing, I am sketching, I am stumbling, I am surrendering. And I am ready to let other people have a look behind the curtain.

I am reopening my diaries and I am sharing them with you because healing doesn’t happen in the dark. Because self-compassion can’t be what it is without collective compassion. I am reopening these entries, not to rewrite or revise them, but to look at them with kindness, courage, compassion. And there are things that I can’t see, perspectives I cannot appreciate without other people. I have let a lot of my relationships shrink and fade and disappear and I regret that. I know you’re not supposed to regret things but I do and I’m sorry I tried to keep myself away from you this way for so long. I need you. I needed me for a long time, and now I know I can’t have all of me without you. I promise I won’t try to get rid of it all this time.

#artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #diary #journal #archive #self love #self care #cptsd #sketchbook #doodle #poetry #nostalgia #im back #ink drawing #spilled ink #indie sleaze #Spotify

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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Something i can totally see is Prosecco h’s girl being not insecure at all about their 🥸life but maybe she is at a girls night and they’re all talking about what they do with their bfs and she’s like oh me and H never have done that (about like idk choking or tying up or going bare IDK) and theyre like omfg what?!!! All guys are Into that h def did it with his ex I’m surprised you guys haven’t and she’s like 😔oh no and then gets in her head about them like omg he never told me he was unhappy with what we do ☹️ so when she goes home she tries to initiate whatever they were talking about and h is like 😁but also whoa baby we have to talk about this and she takes it as a rejection 😔runs into the bathroom and h is like ??? then comes out a few mins later like goodnight 😔 and h is like baby it’s ok let’s just talk 😔and she’s like forget it it was stupid 🥺but he is the best and eventually gets it out of her like the girls weee just talking and I got worried ☹️that you aren’t satisfied with what we do even though I love what we do I just want you to be happy too ☹️☹️and he’s like baby I’ve never been happier esp with our 🥸life and she’s like bud but but the girls said and he’s like umm hello I don’t care what the girls say?? I’m with you I care what you say 🥰and makes her feel all better she’s just his silly girl being upset worried for nothing bc he loves her

like she and h are still trying to figure each other out like sex w each other is still new and they don't know everything yet and just its still in those early stages when she goes to a girls night and gets giggly tipsy and when they all talk about these different things and y/n is just.....yeah me and h dont do that lol like shes not thinking anything of it bc the girls all know its new and its when she gets the reaction of noooo way omg!! every guy loves that omg ??? and then shes immediately like...........oh no and shes then overanalyzing like has he ever tried to do something like that and I just shut him down??? has he ever said something and I just never listened??? and when he comes by to pick her up and take her back to his place shes tipsy enough that she tries to like initiate something but h is like.....sweetheart not tonight okay? and shes just ?!?!?! bc she thought he would want this and her and now this isn't going like it did in her head so she gets really embarrassed and like.....oh okay sorry and h is :(((((( but he waits until shes sober the next morning before they talk about it a little more and thats when she tells him all the things and what kind of was going through her head bc she knows hes more experienced and she wants him to be happy w her:( and thats when he gets all sweet and kissing her face and holding her cheeks and love:( I love the things we do ive never been happier or more satisfied than I am with u:( im having so much fun learning you and finding what you like and I love teaching you new things and :( I don't want you to do something just bc the girls said something:(

#anon #ask #prosecco inspo #concept #finally answering all the concepts ive gotten this weekend !!!

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chrisevansluv · 2 years

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The “person” he’s take to another planet is Dodger. He didn’t want to hurt anyones feelings because he’d choose his dog over his human family. I think that’s the most obvious answer than anything. It’s really not that deep, people.

That was my thought too 😂 but I find it so cute how much he loves his dog 🥺💙

@acooltalebouquet:

"This is so fucking annoying now. 🙄 Instead of people just enjoying all the new Chris content we’re getting, we have some dumb fucks who have to spread their conspiracy theories everywhere 🤨 just let it go people… if he was in a relationship, we would know by now.

And Lucy, I adore you for keeping it real and not entertaining all the bullshit! You are the bestttt!! 🥰🥰"

Anons:

"Guys if he's serious enough with a woman that he'd choose to be stranded alone on an alien planet with her, he would have no problem acknowledging her publicly. He always did his serious ex-gfs. That's all I'm going to say 🤷🏽‍♀️"

"Isn’t it embarrassing that some people *cough LSA cough* are so miserable with their lives that they have nothing better to do than analyze someone else’s. Touch some grass. Where in that interview was “hinting” anything about being in a relationship??? They’ve done lost their minds. He jokingly answered the question. He was being funny. I guess people don’t have a sense of humor these days. It’s honestly upsetting. The movie he’s been working so hard, so excited for is about to release and there are people who just have to make it about something else."

"I am the only one thinking that he was playing around and Chris’s answer “i know who but will not tell” was to upset Taika who was waiting the hear his name? Anyway who cares! In my head he is bringing me, okay? I am already packed 🧳"

"To play devils advocate. If chris was dating someone, he would’ve said “my girlfriend” or something like that if he wanted to be cryptic"

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At first he was literally wondering who he'd pick and how he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings with his choice. And later said he knew who he'd take, but wouldn't say. Somebody please enlighten me on how THIS points to a relationship at all, because I'm totally lost.

If he wanted to hint to a gf, his answer would've been way different. Again, people are just twisting his words and overanalyzing everything to fit their wild theories. Some people should go and sit on a corner by themselves, because they definitely have a looot to think about

#cevansluv #planet question

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fallingsunflower · 1 year

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Harry will have a relationship sooner or later, he will have a life, children or who knows, we must try to get used to the idea, the comments on her posts are embarrassing, some even upload photos crying, it's enough, we should not overanalyze everything.

Eh I mean yeah I agree but also this isn't necessarily overanalyzing. This is stating the obvious. Plus I only have an issue with the problematic people he's surrounded with. If he was with Selena for example, I would go FERAL (in a good way lmao)

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shannarous · 2 years

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I'll never understand, how some people claim wholeheartedly, that Sasuke HATED Sakura during their genin days and apparently insulted her all the time. I mean.......how can they claim that and so many people believe it?!

Was Sasuke blunt? Yes! But he was like that with Naruto too. And yet I never see anyone say, that Sasuke hated Naruto during part 1.

Personally, I think Sasuke had even a little soft spot for Sakura under his shell during their genin days.

He definitely did have that soft spot for Sakura, anon, and I think it wasn't even that little.

Tbh I'd feel embarrassed claiming nonsense like that, because I'd be exposing my own lack of basic reading comprehension with it. So I have no idea how people shamelessly do it anyway.

Naruto wasn't written by Goethe or Shakespeare. It's not something you need to overanalyze to fully understand the story and characters. Everything you need to know is right there in the manga, and it's damn obvious if you're just willing to see it. I get that Sasuke is one of the most complex characters of the series, and many of his actions and behavior only ever make sense until later parts of the story. But once you're there, he's so damn easily readable. People who don't see that just don't want to - I refuse to believe anyone could deliberately be that stupid.

#anon ask #sasusaku #sasuke

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livusos · 1 month

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CHAPTER 9:

LOYALTY TEST.

Can the judgement day prove their loyalty in this match but if not , what will happen?

Amore settled in front of her camera, adopting a dramatic pose as she began her vlog. Her head hung low in a dramatic display of despair. With an exaggerated sigh, she let out a loud whine, her voice echoing through the room. "Okay, guys, I have to get this off my chest because it's been eating away at me," she started, her tone exaggeratedly serious. "Was that not the most cringey encounter ever? I mean, seriously, at first, I was like, 'Wow, this is badass,' but then it just hit me, and oh my god..."

With a theatrical sigh, she dramatically slid off her chair and rolled onto the floor, lamenting her embarrassment. Raven, observing from the background, couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's antics, shaking her head in amusement. Amore was sprawled on the floor with her arms splayed out dramatically.

"This is why you can never pull off the nonchalant vibe," Raven teased, earning an indignant whine from Amore. "I can totally be nonchalant! He just... unfortunately caught me off guard," Amore protested weakly, her attempt at defense falling short.

"Somebody was flustered, huh?" Raven continued to tease, prompting another round of exaggerated protests from Amore.

After a few minutes of playful banter, Amore finally settled back in front of the camera, her expression thoughtful. "But seriously, guys, isn't it fishy that the Judgement Day suddenly wants to recruit us?" she pondered, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Raven, still scrolling on her phone, looked up, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it does seem a bit too convenient," she added, her brows furrowing as she considered the situation alongside Amore.

Amore's gaze drifted off for a moment, her brow furrowing as she delved into her thoughts. She pondered Raven's suggestion, her mind grappling with the possibility of misjudging the situation. With a faint sigh, she shook her head, as if trying to dispel the cloud of doubt that hovered over her.

"But maybe we're just thinking too negatively," she voiced her contemplation, her words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the tabletop as she mulled over the idea. "Just because we had a bad experience in the past doesn't mean this will be the same," she reasoned, her voice growing more resolute with each word. "Maybe they're genuine."

Meanwhile, Raven leaned against the wall, her arms folded across her chest as she listened intently to Amore's musings. A thoughtful expression crossed her features, mirroring the weightiness of the conversation. "Yeah, you might be right on that," she conceded, her tone measured. "We tend to overanalyze things too much, so I hope your words will come true later on tonight."

Amore's sudden shift in demeanor broke the moment of seriousness, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she glanced over at the camera. "Lowkey, I could be a good-ass motivational speaker," she declared with a playful grin, injecting a dose of levity into the atmosphere.

The camera captured Raven's exasperated response perfectly as she rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Shut the hell up," she retorted, her words laced with mock annoyance, though a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. Their banter served as a brief respite from the weightiness of their earlier discussion, showcasing the dynamic between the two best friends.

Time seemed to fly by as they stood at the side of the ring, watching Rhea Ripley launch a relentless assault on Nia Jax. The intensity of the match was palpable, and it was clear that things were only going to escalate further. Each blow exchanged between the two women echoed through the arena.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension inside the ring escalated to a crescendo. Amore found herself relentlessly targeted by Becky Lynch, who launched a relentless assault, driven by determination to overpower her opponent. Every blow landed with precision, driving Amore back against the ropes.

From the sidelines, Dominik couldn't bear to watch his ally being cornered and pummeled. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he sprang into action, darting towards the ring with urgency in his strides. The crowd erupted into a frenzy as Dominik confronted Becky, his voice ringing out above the chaos as he demanded she cease her assault on Amore.

In a bold move, Dominik reached out and grabbed Becky's shoe, tugging at it with all his might in an attempt to disrupt her focus. His actions were met with a mixture of surprise and confusion, creating a momentary distraction that allowed Amore an opportunity to fight back.

As Dominik's voice pierced through the chaos of the match, Becky's focus shifted momentarily, affording Amore a split-second opportunity. With a quick, calculated movement, Amore lunged forward and delivered a powerful blow to the back of Becky's head, staggering the Irish wrestler. Seizing the advantage, Amore unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, each fueled by the pent-up frustration and rage bubbling inside her.

The crowd erupted with excitement as they witnessed a side of Amore they hadn't seen before – fierce, determined, and unyielding. Gone was the usual gentle demeanor; in its place that demeanor was replaced by rage. With every punch, kick, and slam, Amore asserted her dominance, commanding the ring with an intensity that captivated the audience.

Despite Becky's attempts to regain control, Amore's relentless assault continued unabated. Each blow landed with precision, fueled by a raw determination to emerge victorious. The cheers of the crowd spurred her on, amplifying her resolve and pushing her to new heights of ferocity.

Dominik's smirk widened as he watched Amore unleash her fury upon Becky Lynch, his pride evident in every line of his face. Despite the chaos unfolding in the ring, his gaze remained fixed on Amore, a silent testament to his unwavering belief in her abilities.

Rhea Ripley, too, found herself taken aback by Amore's sudden display of aggression. The usually composed and formidable leader of the Judgement Day couldn't help but be impressed by the ferocity with which Amore fought, a spark of admiration flickering in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Raven stood at the sidelines, her expression a mixture of pride and satisfaction. She had always known that Amore possessed a fierce determination beneath her cheerful exterior, and now, seeing her unleash it upon her opponent, Raven couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within her.

As the match unfolded, Damian Priest and Finn Balor joined in the applause, their admiration for Amore's performance evident in the enthusiastic clapping of their hands. Even the members of the Judgement Day, though they maintained their stoic demeanor, couldn't help but acknowledge the sheer skill and tenacity displayed by Amore in the ring. JD was the only one who silently watched Amore without saying a single word.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Amore summoned every ounce of strength left in her exhausted body as she climbed the ropes, the cheers of the crowd echoing in her ears. With a deep breath, she steadied herself, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

As she reached the top rope, Amore paused for a moment, her gaze locked on her opponent below. Then, without hesitation, she launched herself into the air, executing a flawless backflip before descending upon Becky Lynch with breathtaking precision.

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as they witnessed the spectacular display of athleticism unfold before their eyes. Among them, Pat McAfee, one of the commentators, couldn't contain his excitement as he shouted into the microphone, "SHE DID THE MOONSAULT!!"

With the taste of victory tantalizingly close, Amore summoned the last reserves of her energy, dragging her weary body atop Becky for the pin. The referee's hand descended, "1... 2..." but before it could reach the final count, Bayley's sudden interference shattered the anticipation, disrupting the referee's count.

A surge of anger coursed through Amore as she felt the impact of Bayley's attack, the pain radiating through her exhausted body. But before she could fully comprehend what was happening, the arena erupted into chaos as Raven, fueled by a fierce determination, stormed into the ring.

With a primal roar, Raven launched herself at Bayley, unleashing a flurry of punishing blows. The two women locked in a fierce struggle, their bodies colliding with a resounding impact as they battled for dominance in the ring.

Meanwhile, Amore lay on the mat, her chest heaving with exertion as she watched the chaos unfold before her. Despite the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm her, a fierce determination burned in her eyes as she prepared to join the chaos.

As chaos reigned inside the ring, Rhea found herself locked in a brutal exchange with Nia Jax, the sheer force of their blows reverberating throughout the arena. Despite her best efforts, Rhea was beginning to falter, her strength waning under the relentless assault of her opponent.

Meanwhile, Amore, sensing an opportunity to turn the tide, summoned the last reserves of her energy and slid out of the ring. With determination etched across her features, she reached beneath the ring apron, her fingers wrapping around the cold steel of a steel chair.

With a steely resolve, Amore reentered the fray, the chair raised high above her head as she closed in on Nia Jax. With a resounding clang, she brought the chair crashing down upon Nia's back, the impact echoing throughout the arena.

Again and again, Amore delivered punishing blows, each strike fueled by a fierce determination to protect her ally. As Nia staggered under the onslaught, Rhea's exhaustion gave way to a grateful smile, her spirits lifted by Amore's timely intervention.

Amore's back pressed against the unforgiving steel of the ring steps, exhaustion threatening to consume her. Yet, in the midst of her weariness, she heard Raven's urgent cry, her voice slicing through the chaos of the arena.

Without hesitation, Amore summoned the last vestiges of her strength and reached out to tag Raven, her fingers brushing against Raven's outstretched hand. With a sense of relief washing over her, Amore collapsed against the steps, her breathing labored as Raven entered the ring, a fierce determination burning in her eyes.

As Raven assumed her position in the ring, a smirk played upon her lips, her gaze fixated on Bayley. With a burst of energy, Raven launched herself into action, her movements fluid and precise as she closed in on her target.

With lightning speed, Raven seized Bayley by the head, her grip unyielding as she executed a picture-perfect cutter. The impact reverberated throughout the arena, the crowd erupting into a frenzy of cheers and applause.

In the midst of the chaos, Rhea watched on with a proud smirk, her confidence in her teammates unwavering. Meanwhile, the commentators' voices rang out in excitement, their exclamations punctuating the electrifying atmosphere of the match.

"The RKO?! Raven just pulled off the RKO!" they cried, their words echoing across the arena as Raven's stunning RKO sent shockwaves through the wrestling world.

With Bayley pinned beneath her, Raven wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to secure the victory. As the referee began the count, Amore's eyes darted across the ring, her senses heightened as she spotted Becky Lynch attempting to intervene.

Instinctively, Amore rose to her feet, determination coursing through her veins as she prepared to stop Becky's interference. Yet, before she could make her move, Damian intervened, his swift actions catching Becky off guard as he grabbed her legs and dragged her out of the ring.

With Becky momentarily distracted, Raven continued her relentless assault, the referee's hand striking the canvas in rapid succession. The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as the referee's count reached its final, signaling the end of the match and the victory for Amore, Raven and Rhea.

As the final bell rang, signaling their hard-earned victory, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar of cheers and applause. Amore, Raven, and Rhea basked in the adulation of the audience, their triumph resonating throughout the arena.

With effortless grace, Rhea Ripley glided into the ring, a victorious smile gracing her lips as she approached Raven. Extending her hand, she pulled Raven to her feet, a wink exchanged between the two competitors. Raven's flirtatious smirk only added more tension.

Meanwhile, Dominik made his way to Amore's side, offering his support as she gingerly climbed back into the ring. Despite the bruises and exhaustion, Amore wore a proud smile, her spirits lifted by the overwhelming support of her teammates and the cheering crowd.

Joined by Damian, Finn, and JD, the proud trio stood united in the center of the ring, their hands raised in victory. Together, they celebrated their hard-fought win

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meat-huge-pain-endless · 5 months

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huge vent post feel free to ignore✌️

tw just in case tho for depression, anxiety, suicide/suicidal ideation, death, disordered eating, drug use, dissociation, depersonalization, and derealization

i need someone to come put a straight jacket on me i ruin everything i fucking touch i don’t want to be a bother but im desperate to be known so i spill my guts just for them to get trampled. and i really do let everyone walk all over me. i assume that every other human being on the planet knows better than me about everything and i will tolerate literally an treatment so long as you’re a little bit nice to me sometimes, or even if you just tell me that you are ill probably believe you. my self esteem is so fucking low plus i can’t ever rlly tell what’s true anymore. my memory is so fucking bad like the amount of times a day i forget what im saying mid-sentence and then forget what i had just said and then forget what i was even talking about in the first place is genuinely embarassing. it’s so fucking humiliating actually like i am so out of it all of the time and i can never tell if it’s bc im dissociating or bc im dehydrated or bc i didn’t sleep or bc i haven’t eaten or bc i forgot to take my adhd meds or bc i hit the pen at 9:30am again or bc i DIDNT hit the pen but i have brain fog from smoking the night before and at this point it’s probably all of it all the time like it is so bad. ive never been worse in my life i don’t think. again i wouldn’t rlly know. all my memories feel a million miles away. im alone in my dorm room rn bc my roommate and our other friend went to our other other friend’s dorm to hang out. if i think about it too hard ill probably start crying. i was crying before they were even out the door.

everyone told me college is where you meet “your people.” the friends you have for the rest of your life. why do i have about 3 friends total (as in i actually hang out with them outside of classes/club meetings/school events/etc) and why do none of them feel like they’re actually my friends. oh wait actually i know why that is. it’s because i don’t feel like im real when im at college. that’s how i felt last year (like school year, and it was awful btw, thought it was the worst year of my life but then this semester happened and now im not so sure) but it just occurred to me that im feeling the same way except this time i wasn’t so alarmed by it bc i got used to it. like this is baseline college feeling for me. the worst part of it all is that everything is actually all my fault. like for real not sarcasm. my anxiety is so fucking severe and i didn’t realize it at all until recently when i started having more frequent panic attacks. i cry most days. i hyperventilate way too easily. i walk thru the world just going about my everyday life with the anxiety levels of an animal being hunted for sport. like literally if i accidentally do something wrong in public like the smallest tiniest stupidest mistake like pushing on a pull door or something i get so embarrassed it like so very seriously and genuinely the idea of people thinking that im stupid or laughing at me makes me want to die like seriously kill myself dead and i cannot overstate that im so scared of what people thjnk of me all the time.

oh and did i mention i also literally never stop thinking? overanalyzing everything i do and say and everything everyone else does and says to me and im always worried that my friends hate me or secretly think im an awful person or im thinking about things that they might potentially hate me for later down the line and sometimes i try to preemptively circumvent that by randomly being like “hey if i ever [insert thing im worried might potentially make them not like me anymore] just know that it’s not because [reason i think it might make them potentially not like me]” OH and i also all the time will ask my friends if they think im a bad person which is like so insane of me actually like why the fuck do i do that THIS IS WHAT I MEANT AT THE BEGINNING!!!! PUT ME IN A STRAIGHTJACKET CUT OFF MY GODDAMN HANDS JUST PLEASE DO SOMETHJNG because no matter what i fucking do i always end up crawling to SOMEONE to beg them for reassurance or tell them something that will make them worry about me (sometimes im not even aware im doing that one!) because i just need someone to care. i need someone to care about me or else im not real. (i feel like i only exist contextually but i don’t have time to get into all that right now). but then i get embarrassed for needing something. the fact that i have needs and wants and desires is the most embarrassing thing in the world. asking for what i want and need is the most mortifying torturous experience in the world. i hate being vulnerable.

i want to be cared for without judgement. i want to stop feeling like i am hard to like and even harder to love. i want to stop feeling tired all the time. i want to stop feeling miserable all the time. i want to feel like im real, like i actually exist. i don’t want to die, but i don’t want to live either. i think the only thing about death that still scares me is the fact that i would have to go alone. but the idea of infinite nothingness sounds like a dream. it’s so loud in my head all the time. i just want it all to stop.

#im sorry y'all #i just needed to put all of this somewhere that wasn't my brain #anyways #i sincerely hope that you are all doing better than i am right now #i'll b ok eventually tho

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invisible-madness · 9 months

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If my stimulants didn't help me stay awake I'd always be on them but unfortunately I guess I need sleep. Just quite fucking sick of going crazy over stupid shit towards the night (or during) because I'm sensitive, overthink and get scared. My brain is its unmedicated self and I end up obsessing, being clingy and sometimes saying the dumbest shit I'm later embarrassed about. I pick up the slightest changes and overanalyze and just can't let things be no matter how I can rationalize. And if I don't actually do or say anything I stay awake and think because there's this ball in my chest and it won't go away before I get the things out. Fucking adhd I swear to fuck, euthanize me.

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taegi · 4 years

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i cant take one absence from class without getting fucking exposed or burned

#text posts with brooke #godAMMIT #my professor exposed me GOOD #Ive gotta learn to keep my lies in order #i just wanted one day off #god how embarrassing #i have to email her or something #because its gonna stay on my mind for the rest of my life #gjaiosfdk #the email i sent her was 'im gonna be gone from class because of a family obligation blah blah blah'#and she was like 'okay thank you for letting me know'#but then she asked me after class she was like 'oh how are you feeling?'#anD I JUST WENT ALONG WITH IT LIKE THE DUMBASS I AM #that being said though like idk if shes that mean or not because we had a really nice conversation afterwards #shes a good prof and everything i like her a lot #but also idk is she mean enough to like go back through her emails and seek out the reason i was gone??#also i actually did get sick later this week so that part wasnt a complete lie #granted though like she isnt entitled to knowing anything about my life so who knows maybe my family obligation was me getting sick and then #i had to go to the doctor with my family #my brain just works in this way where i overanalyze the entire situation to the point where it gets out of hand #because who else would dwell on it as much as i am???#i just have no idea where to go from here #she probably thinks im a filthy liar which i am but it was with good intentions because i really needed a break last week #but yea #if anyone has any advice on what i should do or what i could say to her please let me know im open to suggestions #or reply telling me im being absolutely irrational because thats always an option too #thats what my dad was telling me #gjaewiofsdljk #i just #Its time to throw in the towel and transfer schools again

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itgirlification · 3 years

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supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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