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f0point5 · 2 days
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With all the posts about Max’s first win I can’t stop thinking about how Y/N was feeling because it was still their feud era 🥺
do you have any headcanons about it?
I always had a rough idea of what happened after he won, I think it’s mentioned in the smau but I actually had some more detailed thoughts when I saw the reel on Max’s insta so…
Enjoy 🧡
Ps. Please ignore slight inaccuracies, I didn’t check the layout of the track’s parc fermé before writing this lol
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It’s your dad who drags you to yet another race under the guise of actually seeing you for more than thirty minutes at an airport. You hardly bother being upset. The kid he wishes was his is entering his first race for Red Bull Racing, you weren’t expect him to spend the whole weekend with you while that was happening.
Of course Max goes and wins it.
The moment he takes the chequered flag and the garage erupts into noise that can’t even be softened by your headphones, you want to roll your eyes, but you can’t. You’re not sure why your heart is thundering in your chest and you’re lightheaded, but you can’t think straight to figure it out. You don’t even like the guy.
Later, you’ll realise it’s because for all the dislike, awkwardness, and misunderstanding, there’s one thing you know about Max Verstappen, and it’s that he deserves this. He’s deserved it since he was racing around on his stupid little quad bike right over your foot. He deserved it after every win and every rare loss. Every time you watched him load his kart into that battered van when his dad wouldn’t let anyone help him, every time he turned away from anyone who might notice he was crying after Jos spoke to him, every time he stood on that top step looking not happy, just relieved.
You don’t even realise you’re crying until Geri Horner hands you a tissue with a soft smile before she runs off to join her husband. You follow her out to parc fermé where Max is already out of the car, mobbed by people. Barriers aren’t keeping anyone away from F1’s story of the decade.
You’re making your way through the throngs of people without any clear idea of why. You’re not even sure you’re breathing. Your brain certainly feels short of oxygen. Max has his back to you as he talks to one of his pit crew, gesticulating wildly as the guy shakes him by the shoulder.
It takes pretty much all the courage you’ve ever had to tap him on the shoulder. Something in you is surprised he turns to look at you.
“Congratulations,” you say, past a lump in your throat.
He doesn’t say anything. His smile doesn’t fall, but his eyebrows raise, like in this sea of people congratulating him he’s surprised that you did.
“Uh, thanks,” he says squeezing the back of his flushed neck. Even with a grin he can’t dull, he manages to look so damn awkward, and he can’t meet your eyes. “It was a good race, huh?” He snorts out a chuckle like he’s just one a 100 metre dash at a school sports day.
“Oh, fucking hell, Max,” you scoff as you take hold of his wrist and pull him into a hug, one he returns so quickly it makes you laugh, shaking against him.
You squeeze him tighter and he responds in kind. You laugh again, and this time you feel him laughing, too. Maybe something in his sweat transmits his adrenaline, or the heady atmosphere of success just takes over and you lose your mind, because you find yourself wondering what would happen if you just never let him go.
It’s Jos who pulls you apart, giving his son one more hug before pushing him off to where the team is waiting to celebrate with him again. He even turns to you and gives a squeeze around the shoulder and a kiss to the crown of your head, which feels a little like being kissed by the pope.
You shrink back into the crowd of people as photographers move past you to get closer for more pictures. Max doesn’t even seem to notice them, talking to Helmut Marko and his dad, looking like he’s walking on air. You imagine he must feel weightless. You know that for some reason, you do.
“He’s phenomenal,” your dad says beside you. It’s a dig at you, but you don’t even care.
“Yeah,” you agree, watching Max hugging his race engineer, “he is.”
He may be an arrogant dick, but his talent is something you see once in a lifetime if you’re lucky, and today you feel lucky. Your dad may never forgive you for not having talent like that but right then you promise to stop hating Max just because he does.
You’ll never be friends. You’ll never have more in common than a childhood that shattered you and made him invincible. You’ll probably never stop wondering what it’s like to be him.
But when you see him stand on that top step for what you know won’t be the last time, you cheer.
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stephaniebrownslover · 14 hours
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★彡[!TICCIWORK+NINAKATE DOUBLE DATE ONESHOT!]彡★
So @crushedsweets and @necroromantics tricked me into writing this. It's bad so don't have any expectations alright. And not exactly a date scene, kinda?
Also I tried to do some research about Toby's tics but I didn't understand how to write them. If how badly written his tics makes you feel bad, please let me know and help me with fixing it!
There's nothing special about this, just a simple, light-hearted fluff, no warnings! Swearing maybe?
And meeting part is soooo sloopy I'm gonna cry and sorry for everything
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"C'mon, babe! It'll be fun!"
Nina could hardly stop herself from wrapping her arms around Kate's body as Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air. She knew that Kate wouldn't say anything to her even though she wasn't used to being touched, but she was still trying to learn not to hug her every second.
What, she was going to have a girlfriend who was worthy for planets and she wouldn't let her know how much she cared about her every second?
Bullshit!
"Not that I don't trust you but you sure?"
"Yeah! You already know Tobes and you'll just looove Clocky."
Kate took a deep breath as Nina cheerfully extended the word; she had tried her best to turn the tense expression on her lips into a smile, and Nina was struggling not to kiss her on the lips right there, right now. Kate was a wonderful person.
"...Alright."
Kate was a wonderful person, indeed.
After all, Kate had put aside her social awkwardness just for her and agreed to go on a double date with Nina's two favorite friends who happened to be her favorite couple!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The girl with purple and black hair throw her arms around the neck of the girl with messy black hair, fearing that she would experience an explosion of love if she controlled herself more. 
"You're... cute when you, um, when, uh-"
Nina waited for her to finish her speech, looking into Kate's eyes with her own eyes, shining with joy.
"...Nevermind."
After giggling slightly, she did not neglect to plant a small kiss on Kate's cheeks.
"You're sooo cute when you're embarrassed."
"I'm not!"
Kate felt her heart tighten under the sweet expression of her lover, who gave her a puppy dog stare while trying to wipe the strawberry lipstick that formed on her cheek reflexively.
"Embarrassed..."
While Kate was talking, she gently pulled her hand away from her cheek. At the same time, Nina was admiring her precious treasure, which she valued more than anything. The way Kate's voice gradually became a whisper was so cute that she could feel her heart was going to explode.
"Whatever you say."
"Really."
Not taking the defiant gaze seriously, Nina waved her hand in the air, which had lesser bracelet compared to other.
"Believe you."
"You don't."
"Okay, okay."
After Nina didn't say anything for a while, she slowly decided to calm down Kate, who was caught up in a tsunami of thoughts in her own mind. Of course, Kate knew the other people who stayed in the forest, but she got really nervous in such situations, since she had never met anyone except Toby and Nina before, other than proxies. And that was so cute!
Kate, was like a highschooler waiting to be invited to the prom!
Sure, there was a very serious and heartbreaking truth behind this, but Nina was trying not to let Kate know that she was upset for her by looking at the positive side of the situation. Because she knew crying or pitying her would do neither of them any good.
"Actually, there are some things we should do."
Kate raised one eyebrow in the air with an inquiring expression.
"Like following them?"
"No, not like- why though?"
"To talk something."
While Kate tilted her head slightly forward, Nina reached out and held her hands to give her courage.
"That's very smart, too. But I mean other than that."
''Oh."
Nina raised her hands in the air, which were together with Kate's, as she spoke cheerfully.
"We need to go shopping. And we should buy something for the cutey couple. And I have to see the place, maybe do some decoration if necessary. Oh, also I need to do something cute but embarrassing for them and-!"
Kate didn't let her talk any more, she leaned Nina into her lap with a perfect move, which she used an extra effort while holding her because of Nina's imbalance.
And accompanied by autumn leaves falling from the trees, she kissed her girlfriend on the lips.
"Uh, hi, babe."
Nina didn't quite know what to say as she left the kiss.
She could have sworn her legs were shaking as Kate put her safely on her feet. Kate made a move to put on her mask and leave the forest. All this romance was too much for her.
Still, ignoring the voices telling her to walk, she turned around and checked on Nina.
"Comin'?"
"Um, yeah!"
Pausing, Nina came to Kate with a sudden run and took her hand. 
"So, we also need to buy you new clothes-"
While Nina was starting to talk cheerfully, she suddenly felt the need to put her empty hand to her mouth and apologize.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I love your style but it's just-"
"Get you, no worry."
Kate slightly increased the squeeze on Nina's hand to reassure, and then reinstated it again.
"You're the best! Maybe we can buy couple t-shirts, too! And Megadeth stuff, I guess. I know you like them."
Kate was lucky to have her mask on.
And she was the luckiest person in the world to have such a girlfriend.
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"So, yeah."
Clockwork straightened up on the sofa where she and her boyfriend Toby were sitting, and joined arms. While talking normally, she was literally shocked when Toby suddenly told her that she and Nina and Kate were going out on a double date two days later.
"The fuck did ya' get us in?"
While raising one eyebrow in the air, Toby also moved to a proper sitting position, both excited and nervous. Although it was too difficult for him to make eye contact, he looked at Clockwork's right eye. He was careful not to look at her clock, since he could het distracted easily by the movements of the clock.
"Dunno, she-she was making the eyes and- and I... it happened, o-okay!"
Clockwork took a deep breath with an exasperated attitude.
"How the hell did you survive 'til this time?"
Toby tried to put on a cool expression with a big smile, but failed.
"I'm that cool."
"You're that dumb."
He waited hesitatingly while he held out his girlfriend's hands to take his. When he did not take a negative attitude from her, he took her hands in his own palms. He knew that she didn't like to be touched suddenly because of her past, so he was showing lots of effort in order to avoid hurting her.
"C-come on, Clocky, just come f-for me!"
"Know what? Screw it-"
As Clockwork took a deep breath again, she decided to give her approval to this meeting idea. After all, although Toby would ask her for many things for his entertainment, there would be very few things that he would actually ask her to do. Besides, she could already get along with Nina, and it wouldn't be bad if she met Kate, whom Toby often talks about.
"Please, p-please, please-"
"Let me finish, asshole."
Toby was already in the begging position.
"Oh, sorry sweetie."
"Don't call me sweetie."
Clockwork hadn't said that to seem rude, she just didn't like being called by an affectionate nickname, and she knew Toby was doing it to annoy her. It wasn't that she was really angry or anything, she was just making Toby realize once again how stupid and cute he was.
"I'll come but-"
Unable to hold himself any longer, Toby jumped out of the coach into the air, reflecting on the exact meaning of the word excitement, and joyfully shook his fists in a sign of victory. Then he joyfully held out his hand to take Clockwork's hands and rotate them.
"You're the best! Love ya'!"
"Fuck you, Toby!"
Clockwork certainly didn't like being interrupted in the middle of something important, and this case was no exception.
"Sorry sorry."
A devilish smile formed on Clockwork's lips as Toby instantly apologized.
Oh, how innocent and pure he was.
"I'll come only if you agree on that butterfly tattoo."
"Done!"
Her evil smile turned to a surprised feature when she saw that Toby had so easily accepted getting a butterfly tattoo on his waist area to make fun of, which had been a matter of discussion for months. This tattoo thing was a conversation that had been going on between them for months, and even though Toby found tattoos cool, he refused this offer since he didn't want to do something ridiculous.
"What kind of a speel she put you on?"
Toby leaned his head forward in a slightly embarrassed attitude. Every time he would talk about his past, he would do this.
"I-it's just, just I never had a co-cool girlfriend and real frien-ds and I want them to li-ke-ke each other so."
She could feel an anger beginning to bubble up inside her. She didn't like anything Toby had experienced in his past, and she hated everyone, especially his father, except his older sister and his mother. Toby didn't deserve for anything he went through as a child to happen to him.
She knew she couldn't undo the past, but now was in her hands, and she wasn't going to let anyone treat him like that again.
"D-don't know, just ram-ramblin'."
When he realized Toby was also uncomfortable with this topic, she changed the subject.
"Just promise me you'll don't say how 'awesome' I am in every two seconds."
She loved the way Toby's eyes shone like a puppy dog's. She could have given up almost anything for this view.
"Does t-that mean no butter-flies?"
"Nah, that's settled."
Almost.
"I had a h-hard child-hood and I was always-ways afraid of need-les because of-"
"Don't push your luck, kiddo."
When Toby started smiling, she realized that he was teasing her just to get away from the tattoo, and she decided to put a stop to it.
"Finee."
When Toby extended the word and saw that there was silence, he put a big smile on his face.
"Ever told ya' I love ya'?"
"We need to go shopping now."
Clockwork suddenly got up from the sofa and pointed to the door of the room where they were sitting.
"Why?"
Toby looked at the place she was pointing with a meaningless expression.
"To buy them a gift and normal clothes for you."
He suddenly put her hands on his chest with an expression as if he was betrayed.
"Hold o-on, what's wrong with my clot-hes?"
"All are muddy or blood stained."
"...Fair e-enough."
He had spoken in such a hoarse voice that it was almost certain Clockwork had not heard him.
He sometimes underestimated his lover's perfectly sharp ears too much.
"Let's go then."
When Clockwork pointed to the door again, Toby raised one eyebrow in surprise.
"Now?"
"Now."
He suddenly directed his gaze to his feet.
"Aw, man. That's suck."
Clockwork was content to just shrug.
"Your fault."
Toby said nothing, only came closer to Clockwork, who was waiting for him to leave the living room, and together they made their way to the bathroom of the cottage to make preparations for landing in the city.
They weren't holding hands, but the fact that their shoulders were touching was good enough for both of them.
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"Alright, so which one would you prefer?"
Nina held up the crop shirts she was holding, which had two different style cuts, one completely black and one completely pink; and because she was indecisive, she was asking Kate which one was more beautiful.
Kate, who wanted to finish shopping and go home as soon as possible, was disturbed by the brightness of the store's fluorescent lights and the noise of a pop song playing in the background. She leaned forward, bringing her back to a hunched position on the soft stool in which she was sitting. Fashion was definitely not her specialty, and she was surprised every time that Nina had such an impressive style.
"Both?"
"Aww, sweetheart, I'd love to buy both for myself but you know, I'm still paying for Christmas gifts."
After Nina made a noise like she was watching a kitten, Kate decided she didn't want to disappoint her. She couldn't do it reven if she wanted to anyway, she only felt that way because she wasn't used to get so much love.
She ran her fingers around the clothes rack behind her for a while, looking at the crops with a sensitivity that would hurt if she touched them, trying to choose the one that reminded her Nina most.
"Hmm, maybe... this one?"
There was a pretty cute butterfly pattern on the purple crop top she held. Instead of childish butterflies, this one was a stylish butterfly that could have been more of a music band's album cover, Nina's eyes literally lit up when she noticed the elegance of the outfit in her girlfriend's hand.
"Oh my god, you're a genius, Kate!"
Since Nina took the cloth from Kate's hands without thinking, Kate's efforts to look at the price tag were interrupted.
"Nina-"
"What? Something wrong?"
Not understanding why Kate was uneasy, Nina shook her head from side to side, had officially forgotten about her surroundings due to the excitement provided by a beautiful piece. Even though she had a ton of clothes in her closet.
"... No."
"That's like the best thing I've ever seen and I'll buy this one no matter what. But, let's check the price first!"
After grasping something through the outfit with her long nails, Kate quickly realized that the real smile on her face had been replaced by a fake one.
Nina spoke in a slightly trembling tone of voice.
"Kate, dear, you really want this one?"
"That's okay."
Kate didn't want her to but something so expensive, she would have liked to give it to her girlfriend as a gift, but she had no money left since she had invested all her money in some games and CDs last month. 
Although she was trying to make a mental note of stopping by the store at midnight, she had a bad headache because of the brightness which prevented her from thinking.
Kate grimaced with a sudden headache, but Nina misinterpreted her expression and bowed down in front of Kate, thinking that she had upset her.
"No, no, no, don't do that face, my baby. Please, I'll get it, okay?"
"Don't buy it. It was just a rec."
It wasn't easy for her to speak when she was trying to massage her aching head with her fingers.
"But you liked it! We got everything you wanted and this is not an exception."
"But..."
Kate had realized what a misunderstanding there had been, and she wanted Nina to know this, and stop her from buying it. Nevertheless, Nina thought that she would tell her not to buy it again because of her previous sentence. That's why she tried to soften the atmosphere with a joke.
"No. If you liked it, everyone'll literally fall in love with me."
"Toby?"
Nina, who thought the question was whether Toby's falling in love with her or not, eagerly replied.
"Yes, even Toby."
Stopping to question what kind of misunderstanding she had fallen into, Kate raised one of her bony fingers and pointed to a person at the entrance of the store. He was not wearing his usual glasses and had used an ordinary surgical mask instead of his classic mask to hide the wound on his cheek.
"No, Toby."
When Nina looked at the place where Kate's finger was pointing, her eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Toby? Is that Clocky?"
When she confirmed that the two people talking to each other were Clocky and Toby, she grabbed Kate's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go."
Toby was holding a children's t-shirt with dinosaurs in his hand at the time, the size of the t-shirt oddly matched Clockwork, but the model was so ridiculous and babyish that Clockwork got angry. It wasn't a real anger, it was more like she was annoyed.
"Oh, don't threaten me with that shirt, bastard. You know damn well I have photos."
"D-delete them or I swear I'll fuck you-"
Nina, who was entering in the middle of them at that time, got between the two while they were arguing. She waved both hands to her friends at once.
"Hi Clocky! Hi Toby!"
While Clockwork was puzzlingly questioning whether she was seeing correctly, Toby returned her greeting.
"Nina?"
"Hi Nina!"
Nina greeted him again, as if she hadn't been the first to speak.
"Hi guys! Wow, what a sweet surprise!"
"Yeah..."
Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air while Clockwork hummed to herself.
"Sooo, what were you talking about?"
"This sel-fish prick you see refu-ssses to buy me clothes."
When Toby dived into the middle of a word, Clockwork felt the need to interrupt and tell the truth in order to prevent a misunderstanding.
"For fuck's sake. That's not the deal!"
Toby gently moved his hand to the side of his face that was close to Clockwork for blocking her, then he spoke in a hoarse tone of voice.
"Whatever."
Clockwork walked wearily over to Kate, who was waiting on the sidelines. She knew that this duo would soon be immersed in their own conversation and she'll be ignored. That's what he wanted anyway.
"So what're you doin' here?"
"You first."
"It's kinda a long story. So you know our date thingy and we decided to go shopping for some stuff like..."
Clockwork came near to Kate, who was waiting on the corner with a nervous attitude, and stood next to her for a while. She understood that Kate had noticed her coming but didn't care because even though she had never spoken to Kate, she knew how full of danger and caution she was.
Still, this was not enough to control Clockwork's sense of curiosity. That's why she decided to break the silence and start a conversation.
"Yo, are you Nina's girlfriend?"
Kate made a short answer without needing to look at her. Although she didn't care, she knew that she would have to talk soon with her, so she asked a question in a monotone tone that she already knew the answer to. She didn't want there to be any strange tension between them if they needed to be alone.
"Yes. Are you Toby's?"
"Sadly."
"Hmm."
Finding nothing to say to this, Kate contented herself with merely making a thinking noise. Nor could it be said that she fully understood the reason why Clockwork had said such a thing about her lover.
"He's such a pain in the ass sometimes."
Toby looked at where Kate and Clockwork were, and sent a stupid kiss to Clockwork, she rolled her eyes, but he couldn't stop her lips from curling up slightly. Then, seeing that Toby and Nina had returned to their own conversation, she spoke.
"But he's kinda cute deep under his idiotness."
Kate tried to make a joke so as not to feel too strange in this environment.
"Must be really deep."
Clockwork raised her non-eye-patch-wearing eyebrow in amazement. It was obvious that she had not expected such a thing after Kate's silence.
"Oh, I liked you."
Kate began to play restlessly with the sleeves of her long-sleeved t-shirt.
"Okay."
Clockwork felt the need to speak again a little later.
"You know, Toby talks about you a lot. Kate this and Kate that. You're kinda famous."
''Oh."
Clockwork spoke with a sarcastic grin.
"I like how you scare him."
"Uh, sorry."
"But you protect him, too. And that bastard can be cocky sometimes, so he deserves it."
Kate allowed her tense expression to relax and replied with the comfort of knowing that she was approved.
"Yeah."
"So thank you."
"For..?"
Clockwork spoke with a pause, even the thought of something like this happening caused her a deep sadness, so itwas not easy to express.
"For not letting him die."
Kate paused for a while, not quite sure what she should say.
"...You're welcome."
She made an attempt to start a conversation again without letting a new silence fall. It wasn't bad talking to Kate, but she didn't like her being so nervous. However, she couldn't say anything because she knew the reason behind it.
"How about you two?"
Kate didn't expect such a question, so it was almost like she hit a wall. She wanted to put her hands on her cheeks so that the slight redness had formed on her face wouldn't be noticed, but she just stayed still since it would attract more attention. She wished she was wearing her hoodie.
"We're... cool."
"Seems so."
Clockwork had noticed how excited Kate was, contrary to Kate's hopes for the opposite, and she had found it quite sweet.
"You really like her, don't you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"She might seem happy but she has a rough past about... relationships."
Everyone clearly knew that she was talking about Jeff.
Every time this topic was brought up, she got really mad with true anger. Clockwork's friendship with him had broken down because of his terrible behavior to Nina.
"What's your point?"
Kate had made her hands into fists, as she does every time this topic is brought up. Nina's past did not concern her, and she was also ready to fight to the death with any ghosts from her past.
"Don't ever dare to hurt her."
Kate responded by shaking her head.
"Same for you."
Feeling that she was still nervous, Clockwork decided to say the result out loud to calm down the atmosphere. As if it wasn't obvious enough.
"Glad we could sort this out then."
However, Kate still could not get rid of the uncomfortable feeling caused by this situation. And this was quite understandable for her. Obviously, if the same thing had happened with Toby, Clockwork would have given the same reactions, even more.
"I'm serious. I'll kill you if you-"
"Relax, I won't. Okay?"
Clockwork made a sign with one of her hands in order to stop her.
Kate took a deep breath and tried to relax, just like Nina had taught her.
"Okay."
There was silence between them for a while. Having figured out that Kate is not a very talkative type, Clockwork decided to use the badge of the music group she saw when they first met to start a topic to talk about.
"You like Megadeth?"
"Yeah. They're cool."
"The coolest."
Kate was excited to find someone with similar tastes to her after a long time. Nina and she had very different musical thoughts from each other, and although Toby was the closest person to hers, it became different after a while.
Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she asked a question.
"What else you listen?"
And just when they got to the really interesting part of the conversation, they were interrupted with Nina grabbing Toby by the arm and dragging him away.
"Heyyy, babeee!"
Clockwork did not neglect to hum to herself.
"Oh no."
Both of them, especially Clockwork, were literally shocked when Toby spoke cheerfully.
"So we deci-ded to go o-our date now."
"Now?!"
Because of her unwittingly shouting, all the customers turned their attention to the group of four. She could feel being being crushed under Kate's rude gaze towards her.
"Sorry, or whatever, but now?"
"Yeah! All of us are already here together so why not?"
Nina clapped her hands in the most cheerful way, as if it were possible.
"But-"
"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you don't like unplanned things but it'll be better over than waiting nervously. But it's still okay if you're not feeling good enough to talk with others. We can go back to my home."
"... It's fine. Just... surprised."
She knew that Kate did not like sudden changes of plans. It was only by immersing herself in the excitement of the moment that she had suddenly decided on such a meeting. But for Nina, it was more important than anything for Kate to feel at peace, and if Kate didn't feel comfortable, she was ready to give up the date.
But Kate had said yes.
Kate was perfect, Kate was cute, Kate was charming, Kate was a very nice person!
Nina could not stand the love surging inside her any longer and hugged Kate with a flood of emotions at that moment.
"Even Kate said yes, please come for me, Clocky."
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you one day."
In contrast to Kate and Nina's conversation, Toby and Clockwork's talking seemed tougher, but that's how their communication was. Still, that didn't mean they didn't love each other.
"You lo-ove me."
Although Toby couldn't be seen smiling because of his mask, it could easily be understood from his eyes.
"No, I don't!"
"Aww, you'd die for me."
Clockwork gifted him a middle finger.
"Eat shit and die, asshole."
"Guys, she loves me so mucc-ch."
Toby made the special sign that they had developed, which meant that he wanted to hug Clockwork, and Clockwork approved this with a deep sigh and her head.
"Fuck all of you."
"Are we group hugging?"
"No!"
"No!"
Clockwork was already getting overwhelmed by Nina jumping on top of them while Toby is buckling under pressure.
The amazing thing is that even Toby said no to this offer.
"Kate, would you like to come?"
"I'm fine."
"Here, hold my hand."
Nina held out her hand to Kate, who was standing on the edge watching them, so that she wouldn't feel lonely. Although Kate sighed with annoyance, she took Nina's hand and moved a few steps closer to the hugging trio.
"Can we stop this bullshit?"
Clockwork spoke in a strange voice as she tried to breathe.
"Just five more seconds."
"Alright."
When Nina finally loosened her arms, Toby also breathed with relief and instantly pulled on his arms.
"So what's the plan?"
"I know somewhere to hang."
"No bars in daytime, Clocky."
"..."
Kate, upon the rejection of Clockwork's offer, spoke up to make it clear that she also knows a place.
"Kate, love of my life, I love hanging out in the forest with you but I wanna do something different now."
"I know."
"..."
After there was silence for a while, Toby raised his index finger excitedly in the air, as if he had been shaken from side to side by a sudden tick wave.
"Oh, how about game saloons?"
"That's amazing!"
"Hey, you didn't pay for them!"
Just when they were leaving the store, they suddenly stopped with an angry employee calling them out.
"Oh, right."
Clockwork muttered to herself.
"God help us all."
"He won't."
She grimaced at what Kate said.
"Oh man, we're so fucked up this time."
"Hey, look at this Clocky!"
When she looked at the place Toby pointed out, she saw the rabbit hat in the section where the check out was.
May God have mercy on the poor souls of Clockwork and Kate.
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mourninglamby · 2 days
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this is so cringe to come in here and say this but I lay my sword down strip my armor off and admit to you that in 2021-2022 I was a c!dream apologist Im so sorry i learned media literacy u were right all along ( I never actively fought with or spoke bad abt u I think I actually still followed u for ur art I just like, quietly disagreed lmfao ) anyway I mean. It's probably mainly that I was 14-15 ( insane horrible thing to be ) and saw a dramatic emo guy that had a 'fall from grace' comparing his early dsmp days to his prison ones and it fueled more interest and therefore sympathy from me that in his kind of freaky evilness he was still like "waa but I miss my friends .. and ... cat 🥺🥺" anyway. That's my attempt at analyzing why I felt so passionately abt him being a sad boy, also it just felt cool to be contrarian, I don't know but it was. Stupid. Consider this vindication on ur part
I’m 100% sure it definitely was because u were young and naive lol. But I’m glad u don’t think that anymore … but to vent for a minute like.. idk I don’t understand how you could ever find something to woobify that wasn’t either manipulated by the character and/or obsession with the Real Guy who is also a fucking serial manipulator. who would have thought.
It’s really frustrating to talk to or even see c!dream apologists because the constant denial that he never cared about anything but victimizing ctommy because he’s a sick pathetic fucking freak is just so upsetting lmfaooo. It’s also creepy and makes me feel like Hope Is Lost and men who perpetuate abuse will always have power over the narrative, both in fiction and irl. scary fuckin boots.
Also “consider this vindication on ur part” girl …. Sorry but that’s really annoying lmfao. I don’t know why you former apologists feel the need to apologize NOW … idk the more I think abt this the angrier I am and I’d rather dream apologists just. Not say this stuff to me. Regardless of how much you’ve changed lol. Harsh but … I need to stand up for myself a bit here
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takeustothelakes · 1 year
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my opinions about pjo cause i’ve been wanting to do this for a while!
some people really only like nico cause he’s gay and written as actively depressed, something gen z romanticizes.
campers are a lot more scared of percy than nico once it gets out that percy can bloodbend. doesn’t matter if he’s a nice dude, scare him and you could possibly die.
leo is actually a lot more dangerous than you think. yes, he’s a jokester but he has like NO control over his powers. a camper could be joking with him but he gets too excited and some part of his body bursts into flames.
people are cautious around piper cause she can literally make them do whatever she wants. and there’s no doubt some of them are traumatized so i don’t think she would be the most popular aphrodite kid. popular, sure, but not what rick makes it out to be in tlh.
apollo kids are a lot more powerful than people/gods give them credit for.
the apollo, hermes, and dionysus campers often have meetings to prank the entire camp.
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jewishvitya · 4 months
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A pro-Palestine Jew on tiktok asked those of us who were raised pro-Israel, what got us to change our minds on Palestine. I made a video to answer (with my voice, not my face), and a few people watched it and found some value in it. I'm putting this here too. I communicate through text better than voice.
So I feel repetitive for saying this at this point, but I grew up in the West Bank settlements. I wrote this post to give an example of the extent to which Palestinians are dehumanized there.
Where I live now, I meet Palestinians in day to day life. Israeli Arab citizens living their lives. In the West Bank, it was nothing like that. Over there, I only saw them through the electric fence, and the hostility between us and Palestinians was tangible.
When you're a child being brought into the situation, you don't experience the context, you don't experience the history, you don't know why they're hostile to you. You just feel "these people hate me, they don't want me to exist." And that bubble was my reality. So when I was taught in school that everything we did was in self defense, that our military is special and uniquely ethical because it's the only defensive military in the world - that made sense to me. It slotted neatly into the reality I knew.
One of the first things to burst the bubble for me was when I spoke to an old Israeli man and he was talking about his trauma from battle. I don't remember what he said, but it hit me wrong. It conflicted with the history as I understood it. So I was a bit desperate to make it make sense again, and I said, "But everything we did was in self defense, right?"
He kinda looked at me, couldn't understand at all why I was upset, and he went, "We destroyed whole villages. Of course we did. It was war, that's what you do."
And that casual "of course" stuck with me. I had to look into it more.
I couldn't look at more accurate history, and not at accounts by Palestinians, I was too primed against these sources to trust them. The community I grew up in had an anti-intellectual element to it where scholars weren't trusted about things like this.
So what really solidified this for me, was seeing Palestinian culture.
Because part of the story that Israel tells us to justify everything, is that Palestinians are not a distinct group of people, they're just Arabs. They belong to the nations around us. They insist on being here because they want to deny us a homeland. The Palestinian identity exists to hurt us. This, because the idea of displacing them and taking over their lands doesn't sound like stealing, if this was never theirs and they're only pretending because they want to deprive us.
But then foods, dances, clothing, embroidery, the Palestinian dialect. These things are history. They don't pop into existence just because you hate Jews and they're trying to move here. How gorgeous is the Palestinian thobe? How stunning is tatreez in general? And when I saw specific patterns belonging to different regions of Palestine?
All of these painted for me a rich shared life of a group of people, and countered the narrative that the Palestininian identity was fabricated to hurt us. It taught me that, whatever we call them, whatever they call themselves, they have a history in this land, they have a right to it, they have a connection to it that we can't override with our own.
I started having conversations with leftist friends. Confronting the fact that the borders of the occupied territories are arbitrary and every Israeli city was taken from them. In one of those conversations, I was encouraged to rethink how I imagine peace.
This also goes back to schooling. Because they drilled into us, we're the ones who want peace, they're the ones who keep fighting, they're just so dedicated to death and killing and they won't leave us alone.
In high school, we had a stadium event with a speaker who was telling us about a person who defected from Hamas, converted to Christianity and became a Shin Bet agent. Pretty sure you can read this in the book "Son of Hamas." A lot of my friends read the book, I didn't read it, I only know what I was told in that lecture. I guess they couldn't risk us missing out on the indoctrination if we chose not to read it.
One of the things they told us was how he thought, we've been fighting with them for so long, Israelis must have a culture around the glorification of violence. And he looked for that in music. He looked for songs about war. And for a while he just couldn't find any, but when he did, he translated it more fully, and he found out the song was about an end to wars. And this, according to the story as I was told it, was one of the things that convinced him. If you know know the current trending Israeli "war anthem," you know this flimsy reasoning doesn't work.
Back then, my friend encouraged me to think more critically about how we as Israelis envision peace, as the absence of resistance. And how self-centered it is. They can be suffering under our occupation, but as long as it doesn't reach us, that's called peace. So of course we want it and they don't.
Unless we're willing to work to change the situation entirely, our calls for peace are just "please stop fighting back against the harm we cause you."
In this video, Shlomo Yitzchak shares how he changed his mind. His story is much more interesting than mine, and he's much more eloquent telling it. He mentions how he was taught to fear Palestinians. An automatic thought, "If I go with you, you'll kill me." I was taught this too. I was taught that, if I'm in a taxi, I should be looking at the driver's name. And if that name is Arab, I should watch the road and the route he's taking, to be prepared in case he wants to take me somewhere to kill me. Just a random person trying to work. For years it stayed a habit, I'd automatically look at the driver's name. Even after knowing that I want to align myself with liberation, justice, and equality. It was a process of unlearning.
On October, not long after the current escalation of violence, I had to take a taxi again. A Jewish driver stopped and told me he'll take me, "so an Arab doesn't get you." Israeli Jews are so comfortable saying things like this to each other. My neighbors discussed a Palestinian employee, with one saying "We should tell him not to come anymore, that we want to hire a Jew." The second answered, "No, he'll say it's discrimination," like it would be so ridiculous of him. And the first just shrugged, "So we don't have to tell him why." They didn't go through with it, but they were so casual about this conversation.
In the Torah, we're told to treat those who are foreign to us well, because we know what it's like to be the foreigner. Fighting back against oppression is the natural human thing to do. We know it because we lived it. And as soon as I looked at things from this angle, it wasn't really a choice of what to support.
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mediocreinternetuser · 6 months
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doing a rant abt my uncommon name bc that’s my duty as someone with an uncommon name.
it’s rlly not a big deal but it’s so difficult trying to teach people how to say my name!! like i’m a pretty patient person; if someone’s genuinely asking how to say my name i’ll slowly pronounce it for them around seven times before i give in and just tell them it’s right. and while i go to a traditional catholic school that consists of a lot of biblical names, there’s a lot of names that are uncommon or aren’t english names and nobody has ever had as much trouble with any of those names as they do with my name. and then people, as in people with names like nicholas or sarah, get angry at me because during the past five years they’ve still not managed to say my name right but then when you do try and correct people politely they start like huffing and taking up an aggressive tone after like the third time i’ve very kindly told them that they’re not pronouncing my name right (which wouldn’t be a fucking problem if they’d stop pronouncing it the same wrong way each time i correct them but wtv). i really don’t know where i was going with this but i am just so sick and tired of people acting like i owe it to them to teach them how to say my name multiple times and that i owe them a lot of respect while they can be as impatient as they want towards me
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nanaslutt · 5 months
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so i just read like… ALL your gojo stuff.
now imagine… gojo not being able to hold back and wanting to breed you after you both try those aphrodisiac chocolates… ahem…
i am absolutely terrified of getting pregnant yet have the words most insufferable breeding kink, we exist
Contains: fem reader, aphrodisiacs, masturbation, no prep, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, SOOO much dirty talk, praise, so much cum.., whiped!gojo, established relationship
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Gojo was talking soooo much shit when you sent him a link to some aphrodisiac chocolates you saw online. He would not stop dismissing that they didn’t actually work; saying none of that shit that advertised any kind of enhancement in sexual arousal ever did.
So of course you had to order the chocolates and really test it for yourselves, making a challenge out of it.
If the chocolates truly had an effect, gojo would do whatever you wanted, and if they didn’t? vice versa. Gojo was game, of course; because he didn’t think anything would happen.
“Bleh- they taste like shit too,” Satoru grimaced, chasing the horrible flavor with a strawberry soda.
“That’s probably because there’s something in them satoru…like the aphrodisiac…,” you shook you head, swallowing the bitter chocolate.
“Orrrr; crazy thought; it’s just some cheap chocolate marketed as aphrodisiacs to make a ton of money off of people like us.” he drawled, throwing his hands up in the air and waving them around when he spoke.
“I really thought you out of all people would find this kind of thing fun satoru.” you said, trying to push his buttons a bit.
“We’ll of course, chocolate and sex? I’m all over that,” he said making you laugh, “but me and suguru tried something like this for fun back in our student days, it was some kind of pill though,” his face twisted in discomfort as he spoke, “just ended up making us super sick tho, yaga got pissed, heh” he laughed, remembering the memory.
“Knowing you two it was probably some cheap boner pill you got in a sketchy bag at the convenience store.. so that might explain it.” you snorted,
He rubbed his big hand over the back of his neck, “yeah, there was like 5 other pills in the bag with it now that I think about it..” he said quietly, making you hunch over in a laugh.
The two of you went about your evening like normal, watching some comedy movie that was on and cuddling together on the sofa. When it ended you went off to change into something more comfortable as you started off to finished the laundry.
You haven’t felt anything extremely out of the ordinary yet; remembering that the package said it might take long for women to feel the affects; but gojo on the other hand was feeling mildly uncomfortable.
His face and neck were feeling warm, throughout the entire movie his big hand was placed on your upper thigh, like always. What was unusual though, was how his skin tingled when he placed it on yours, palms sweating more than usual; he just chalked it up to all the junk he had been eating throughout the day, probably upsetting his body.
When you moved back into the kitchen and started on the dishes the two of you had created in the sink, Gojo couldn’t help but hyper focus on the fat off your ass peeking out of your night shorts.
The way you moved your hips as some r&b music played quietly from the tv. He watched your muscles and tendons move together when you twisted your body around, watching your ankles cross; one behind the other; getting comfortable from where you stood.
Satoru was feeling hot all over now, a large hand coming down to grope himself over his pants when you bent over to put the dishes into the washer, poking out your clothed mound towards him, the fabric of your shorts squeezing your curves just right.
His jaw dropped slightly, breathing heavier as he got off on watching you do such a mundane task like the dishes.
You inserted the pod into the dishwasher, completely oblivious to satoru’s shenanigans as you stood up straight. You noticed when washing your hands that you were starting to feel a warmth washing over your body, and a sort of warm coil tightening in your tummy.
The lightbulb went off in your head when you realized it was probably the work of the chocolates. You quickly shut off the water, towel is hand as you whipped your head behind you to tell gojo what was happening to you; and to inform him that you were going to win this challenge.
Your motions were stopped short as you bumped straight into gojos chest, “Oh! Didn’t realize you were-“ Your words getting cut off when gojo grabbed the bottom of your face, bringing your lips to his, and kissing you hungrily.
Gojo used his other had to slide his arm around your body, pressing you hard into him, letting you feel his erection against your tummy.
He pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your words that tried to excape, “Sa-mm- Satoru-“ you got out between kisses. Gojo shoved his knee between your legs, putting delicious pressure on your cunt as he kissed you like it was his last day on earth.
You had to grip his hair and pull his face off of you to speak, this didn’t really phase him as he targeted your neck instead, biting and sucking on the skin there, “Fuck- s-satoru slow down-“ you moaned when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Cant, need you-“ he spoke in between his rushed love bites on your neck, moving his big hands to hold your hips as he made you rock your cunt back and forth along this thigh.
Your head was spinning a mild a minute, still trying to wrap your head around the current situation. You expected this to happen; being on the side of ‘pro aphrodisiacs and all; you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon, and for it to have such a strong effect on someone like Satoru.
“S-shit- those chocolates have you m-more worked up than me,” you tried to laugh, voice cut short by a moan when his knee nudged your clit at a particularly mouthwatering angle.
“Need to be inside you,” he ignored you, groaning against your pulse point, hot breath tickling your neck when he spoke.
Gojo was breathing so heavily, his cock feeling like it was about to rip a hole in his pants at how hard he was. “Take em off, now-“ he whimpered, referring to your bottoms as he started pulling them down your legs, panties following suit.
You helped him, gripping his hair and keeping his lips pressed against your neck while you kicked off your shorts off from around your ankles . His hands dropped down to remove his own sweats, too impatient to fully take them off as he pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out, jerking himself off with one hand rapidly between you; hand holding your hip with his other.
“Let me put it in, please, need to be inside you now-“ he groaned, finally pulling back from your neck; and he looked absolutely wrecked.
This whole situation was giving you whiplash, but you felt bad for him. Satoru’s hands were shaking, face flushed completely crimson, and he was sweating and panting like he just ran a marathon.
He continued stroking his cock, eyes flirting between your pussy and your pretty lips while he waited for them to move, voicing your consent.
His cock was dripping so much pre it looked like he already came. Hard cock still dripping steadily onto his hand and fingers, making his strokes emit loud ‘plp’ sounds into the air.
“Yes, please, give it to me toru,” you spoke, making him let out a moan of satisfaction. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he lifted you suddenly, burring your hands in his hair and face in his neck as he slid his dick into you with zero prep, all at once.
You were greatful the aphrodisiac was in affect, making you so much wetter than normal, and in turn, making the stretch a whole less painful then it would’ve been without it.
You whined at how his massive clock split you in half effortlessly, “Sorry baby- m’ sorry-“ he apologized with a groan against your bruised neck; whatever consciousness he still had left being aware that that might’ve hurt you.
“Shit it’s o-okay toru, just give it to me- fuck-“ You tipped your head back, jaw dropping and releasing a loud whine, giving him more access to mark up your neck while he fucked into you like a mad man; legs dangling over his arms as he held you in his strong grasp, hoisting you up and down on his cock like you weighed nothing to him.
“Holy fuckkk” he whined, vibrations going through your skin, “Need to fill you up, need to fuck you full of my cum s-shit-“ Gojo was working himself up with his words, already on the brink of his orgasm only a couple thrusts in.
He was truly using you like a cocksleve as he fucked into you at an inhumane pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass, strings of your combined wetness connecting to your ass each time he thrusted inside.
He sucked harder against your skin as he felt his first high rapidly approach him. His eyes repeatedly rolling back in his skull at the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy around him.
“Shitshitshit- gonna c-cum, need you to take it all f’me” his deep voice reverberated through you, all you could do is cry and moan our strings of his name and “yesyesyes” while he fucked his first load of the night into you.
“T-take it f-fucking take it yessss” Gojo felt like he was on cloud nine, he had never felt anything like this before. Of course he loved cumming inside you when you had sex but this was different. Every neuron in his brain was telling him to fuck load after load into you; to get you pregnant.
Gojo didn’t actually want kids right now, and you were on the pill so the possibility of him actually knocking you up was low- but not if his aphrodisiac brain had anything to say about it; he would make sure to fucking try.
Ignoring the overstimulation he felt as he humped his cum into you with heavy thrusts, quickly picking up his speed again when he finished spurting the warm ropes of cum into you, making you squeal at his quick recovery.
“Pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking wet sh-itttt” he groaned, dick twitching and abs clenching as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, sending him straight twords another one.
“T-toru o-oh my god-“ you wimpered, body flopping around limply at the intense pleasure. His cock was drilling straight into your sweet spot and making you dizzy. You tried not to pass out as he manhandled your body, gripping you roughly and marking up your skin everywhere his insatiable lips could reach.
“Gonna knock you up baby- g-gunna give you my babies- get you fucking pregnant, yeah? you want that?” you cut off his filthy mouth by using the grip you had on his head to press his mouth against yours.
“Yesyesyes, give me your babies toru- gonna make you a daddy-“ he groaned into your mouth at your mutual need for him to fill you up.
Gojo felt drunk hearing the nickname bounce around inside his head. Gojo never thought he had a daddy kink, but in this scenario? The nickname had him feeling like he was about to come again already.
By this point, the aphrodisiac was affecting you just as much as it was him, everywhere his body touched yours felt like your skin was on fire. You tried not to lose your sanity as he was pushing your towards your first orgasm without so much as even grazing your clit.
He set you down on the ground and in one swift movement spun you around so you were facing the counter. Satoru used his massive had to grab hold of his cock, slipping it back into your drenched walls.
You both groaned in unison at the sensation. Gojo gave you both a couple seconds to relish in the feeling, pressing his balls hard against your ass before he picked up his same ruthless pace as before.
“Good fucking girl- gonna look so fucking pretty with ur belly all round with my baby shiiit” he groaned when he felt your cunt clench around him at the idea.
He brought his massive palm down feeling your cunt squeeze him, leaving a heavy spank against your ass and gripping the fat between his fingers.
“Pussy tryna fuckin’ milk me down here” he laughed, biting his lip when he watched your hand come down to rub your clit in quick circles, “Yeaahhh fucking touch your pussy for me baby, make urself cum all over my dick while i fill you up.” he instructed, clenching his jaw.
“Shit- g-give it to me daddy- cum inside me-” you mindlessly babbled, there you go again with that fucking nickname that had his balls tightening.
You feet the coil wind itself up quicker than normal at your enhanced sexual arousal from the chocolate and the now added stimulation of touching your neglected clit.
“Come with me baby, gotta feel you cum around me- please” he begged, leaving another loud slap against your ass before pulling you back on his dick roughly by your hips.
“S -shit it’s coming it’s coming i’m- fuckfuck- ngghhh” your warned, voice cutting out as you started to come around his girth while he fucked you through it.
“yeeeeeess baby- fuuuuck- milk my fucking cock fuck-“ he watched intently as your little hole clenched around him, his first load spurting out around his cock with the pressure of your orgasm, making the white ring around the base of his dick get even messier.
“I’m coming again baby- take it for me- need you to take it all, gotta make sure it t-takes” he whined, getting you pregnant still on the forfront of his brain.
Your legs would’ve collapsed on the floor if he wasn’t holding up a majority of your weight by your hips. Your nails slid against the marble as his cock rammed against your cervix, making you dizzy, broken moans getting forced out of your mouth at the feeling of getting repeatedly impaled on his cock.
You tried to gain a little bit of brainpower back to help gojo through his orgasm just like he did for you, “y-e-sss toru’ cum inside me please- i’ll take it all- be a good girl for you-“ your voice squeaked out, words getting louder at the end with how rough his thrusts were,
He leaned over your back, pressing his sweaty chest onto you while he wrapped you in a tight bear hug, not ceasing his ruthless hips, “Need you t-to kiss me baby- go-nna be instense” he whimpered against your shoulder, waiting for you to turn your head twords him to give him access to your mouth.
When you did he wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. The two of you swallowed each others moans as his pitch got higher and higher; his tight grip was sure to leave dark bruises on your body as he held onto you for dear life at his impending orgasm.
When the coil finally snapped, he shook violently against you, hips stilling against your ass, pressing his hips as deep as he could into you while hot ropes of cum filled you up even more than his last load, making more cum spill out around him at how full you already were.
His breath was hitching into your mouth, lips doing their best to kiss you back as his jaw kept falling open as the waves of his high washed over him.
He whined and dropped his head against your shoulder when he started to come down. Gojo panted heavily against your skin, twitching in the aftershocks of his high.
“D-don’t move please” he requested, fucking his softening cock into you a couple more times to make sure his cum was as deep inside you as it could go.
“Fuck toru- feel so full right now..” you wined into the marble, wincing in overstimulation at his final few weak thrusts.
After a couple seconds he finally pulled out his cock, gulping hard as he watched his cum start to dribble out of you; making you whine at the slightly uncomfortable feeling.
He used a couple fingers to spread your pussy lips; admiring his work for a second before he used to fingers to scoop his cum back up, stuffing his thick digits back inside of you, “Gotta get that plug of yours to keep it all in,” he said, biting his lip at how soft you felt around his fingers.
“Or you could let me cockwarm you,” you giggled, turning your head back to look at him while he looked enthralled with your cunt.
“God I love you, smartest fucking girl I know.” he praised.
You fell into a fit of giggles when he scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses onto your face while he headed twords your shared bedroom.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist while he walked, keeping them snug even when he dropped the two of you on the mattress together. Gojo’s large frame laying on top of you as he reached his hand down between you to slide his semi-hard cock back into your oversensitive walls, making you hiss at the feeling, “Sorry baby- almost in,” he promised, kissing your cheeks while he fully bottomed out.
He rolled his eyes at how warm and soft you felt around his dick, sucking soft hickeys into the crook of your neck while you pet his damp hair.
“I’ll clean you up in a second my love, promise, you just feel too good right now.” he let out a short laugh against you.
“‘S okay toru, makes me feel good too.” you tipped your head forward and pressed kisses onto the top of his scalp.
“We gotta be careful with those chocolates,” he laughed, “Might acctually knock you up one day if we keep eatin those,”
“That doesn’t sound half bad,” you confessed, squeezing your legs harder around his hips.
“Dangerous words to say right now pretty girl,” he warned, smirking into your skin,
“Oh right, guess you won the bet,” he remembered, “Whacha want ur big strong boyfriend to do for you?” he asked teasingly,
“Cum inside me again, right now,” you requested after a beat, emphasizing your need by squeezing your pussy walls around him, making him inhale a sharp breath between his teeth.
“Fuck… you serious?” he smirked, lifting his head to look at you.
“Don’t keep me waiting, give me my prize toru,” you pouted your bottom lip at him, making his brain short circuit as he felt his cock twitch back to life.
You ended up taking a plan B the next morning… just in case…
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slayfics · 4 months
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You started to finally catch your breath being at the top of the hiking trail Katsuki had dragged you out too.
"Alright there, it's just us up here so tell me already. What the hell has been going on?"
"That's why you brought me out here?" You asked.
"Just tell me already, stop being so damn stubborn." He pried you impatiently.
"I told you I'm fine Bakugo, just busy like everyone else." You replied.
"Don't give me that shit. Do you think I'm stupid? The other extras are too dense to notice but I can see how exhausted you've been this whole week. So just tell me- what's going on," He said.
"You didn't need to drag me out here on a hike in freezing weather to do this, you know," You said, slightly irritated at Katsuki continuing to push you.
"Ugh- will you stop stalling and talk already," He yelled, causing you to let out an annoyed sigh. Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the view, his demeanor softening slightly. "You can talk to me, you know," he added, his voice lower and kinder than before.
You stayed looking at the view for a few more moments trying to figure out how to unpack everything that had been stressing you out. It wasn't like some big thing, but a summation of a bunch of little things that were beginning to become too challenging to manage.
A cold breeze blew by causing you to shiver. You wondered why Katsuki had insisted on bringing you up this mountain to talk to you. He could have pestered you in your dorm where it was warm.
Katsuki stole glances at you occasionally then focused back on the view not wanting to intimidate you too much from his glare. Hiking always helped him to clear his mind and gather his thoughts when they seemed too loud. He thought maybe it would help you too, and being away from all your classmates might make it easier for you to talk to him. At the very least it made it easier for Katsuki to be more vulnerable with you. He found it too daunting to express himself fully with all the attention of his classmates around. It was much easier being only in your company.
You took a deep breath, "I guess- it's just been hard to balance everything recently," You finally spoke, breaking the silence. Katsuki made it easy to open up to, as he had no problem sitting in silence for long extended periods. Others in your life felt the need to fill that silence with useless chatter which always prevented you from sitting in your emotions and being able to formulate them into words.
You took in another breath feeling a lump in your throat form. You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on for fear of opening up the flood of emotions and not being able to stop. Now here it was. You didn't want to cry on this fucking hill.
Katsuki patiently waited while you gathered your thoughts.
"It's just been so much and I've been barely keeping up. It's- been getting to me recently. I've been forgetting things I shouldn't. Being unusually upset at things that aren't that big of a deal- and I just- it's dumb." You cut yourself off afraid to say anymore.
"It's not dumb. Don't hold that shit in, it's not healthy," He said encouraging you to keep talking.
You sighed, "I just... know that it could be way worse, and I've been through way worse so- I feel so irritated at myself. What I'm going through now isn't something I can't handle. I know that. So why do I feel so fucking exhausted with everything," You replied wiping a stray tear from your cheek.
"Hmm," Katsuki grunted, processing what you said. "You know, it's ok to be tired, and- to not be perfect. You can't just deny yourself from feeling overwhelmed because it could be worse. If you're exhausted now then those feelings are real- and it's ok to have them," He spoke.
You looked down at the view watching the distant cars pass, "Thanks," You managed to say taking another deep breath.
"You shouldn't wait to handle them until they explode either. Trust me, I know what that's like," He said, causing you to let out a small giggle. "You're too damn hard on yourself you know that?"
You let out a full laugh, "Oh that's pretty good coming from you. You're the pro at having too high expectations for yourself," you laughed.
You and Katsuki were wrapped up in your conversation causing you not to notice approaching classmates in the distance. Mina and Eijiro had also decided to come up the hill after class and spotted both of you in the distance.
"That looks like we shouldn't interrupt," Eijiro said.
"Yeah," Mina agreed. "But maybe... we could get a little closer to make sure everything is ok?" She said, pulling Eijiro into the bushes to spy on you and Katsuki. Eijiro was highly against the plan but was unable to protest for fear of you two hearing.
"Yeah I know I have high expectations for myself... that's why I know what it fucking looks like when you're being too hard on yourself. So- tonight I'm coming to your dorm and, I'm making sure you get to bed at a reasonable fucking time."
Mina's eyes widened as she looked at Eijiro, "Coming to their dorm?!" She whispered, and Eijrio covered her mouth, silencing her.
"You mean Grandpa time at 9 p.m.?"
"Shut up! 9 p.m. is late as hell! You damn idiots just don't know how to have a good sleep schedule! Look I'm making sure you get some sleep and tomorrow I'm taking you out. So- figure out where you want to eat, I don't care where. And I'm not letting you say no you need a break," Katsuki replied.
"You don't have to do that Bakugo."
"Of course, I don't have to but, I want to. So just shut up and let me take care of you ok. You better not be afraid to order enough food this time either! I'm buying so- just get whatever you want, alright?"
"Ok ok," You laughed, feeling your mood brighten.
"Next time, just tell me when you're having a bad day or something. Stop making me drag it out of you. I- worry about you, you know? Now let's go back to the dorms. I see you shivering," He said, beginning to walk back down the hill.
Mina squirmed again under Eijiro's hand, keeping her silent. Her eyes said it all. She was in disbelief at Katsuki's words.
"Here," Katsuki said, holding his hand out and offering it to you. "I'll warm your hand with my quirk," he said.
You grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.
"Don't dare say anything about how sweaty my hands are!" He barked.
You giggled, "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care Bakugo. It's part of your quirk, and your quirk is amazing you shouldn't be self-conscious about it. Besides, I'm always happy to hold your hand," You said as you two walked down the mountain.
"Tch whatever," Katsuki grumbled looking away from you as a small tint grew on his cheeks.
Finally, when you and Katsuki were far enough down the hill, Eijiro released Mina.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Mina exclaimed.
"Shh shhh," Eijiro pleaded.
"WHAT- He wants to take care of them?!? OH MY GOD! They are totally dating right?! That's what he said he's taking them out to eat! And he's sneaking into their dorm! Wait wait- when they held hands it sounded like that had before! AND AND BAKUGO WAS TOTALLY BLUSHING! NO WAY!" Mina said looking like she might pass out from all this information.
"Ashido relax, we shouldn't have heard any of that!" Eijiro replied.
"Yeah but but-" Mina exclaimed, her head spinning. "Who knew Baklugo could actually be so sweet! I can't wait to tell Jiro-" She said, pulling out her phone.
"NO!" Eijiro said, grabbing her phone from her. "Uh- sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh but- you can't tell anyone what we heard ok?" Eijiro said.
"WHAT?! I just heard Bakugo being the sweetest boyfriend ever and you expect me not to say anything about that?!"
"YES!" Eijiro yelled. "Look they both like their privacy and there is a reason they were all the way up here talking, Ashido. I think we should keep this a secret and let them do things at their own pace ok?" He said, handing Mina back her phone.
"UGH-" She exclaimed letting out a big sigh. "I guess you're right... but wow who would have thought Bakugo could be a decent person much less a good boyfriend." She said.
Eijiro just shrugged at her words, "I don't know he's not a bad guy like you all make him out to be you know."
"Wait! You totally already knew didn't you!" Mina said, slapping Eijiro's shoulder.
"Hey! I mean- Bakugo is my best friend you know, so yeah I did..." He answered truthfully.
"You suck! Keeping secrets like that from me!" Mina said playfully, waving a finger at him.
"I'm sorry, but it's their business you know?" He said.
"Yeah I understand, guess we should go back to the dorms too now," Mina suggested.
"Yeah it is pretty cold up here, let's go." He agreed as they both started to walk down the hill. "I don't have Bakugo's quirk or anything but- if you're cold you can hold my hand too if you want," Eijiro suggested.
Mina's face tinted a darker pink as she reached out and grabbed Eijiro's hand.
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Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries
Picture taken from @everypanelofkatsuki, thank you for all your hard work! Go check them out if you haven’t!
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Hazbin Hotel Scenarios: How Alastor and Lucifer react to silent treatment after an argument with Fem! Y/n
Warning: arguments, demonic forms (Alastor), anxiety, reader ignoring partner, kinda toxic??? (I’m pretty sure I made reader a lil toxic), gaslighting? (Mostly Alastor), good endings, Alastor being a troll/getting trolled
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Lucifer Morningstar
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“You aren’t her mother!”
That’s all it took for the light to leave your eyes, those four words shattered your heart and ended the argument you’d been having with Lucifer in mere seconds. He’d missed a very important lunch date with Charlie and you were upset because of it. That’s how the argument started and as soon as he spoke those words to you he knew he’d made a mistake.
“I-I…seems I overstepped.”, you sighed in defeat, you quickly turned on your heels to leave his room.
“W-Wait! Wait (Y/n) I didn’t mean to-“, before he could finish you’d slammed the door shut behind you leaving him alone to wallow in his regret. Lucifer wants to go after you but the dark voices in his head argue with him and anxiety spikes in his mind. Now you’ll leave him and he’ll be alone again! He tries to distract himself in the room, afraid to go after you and upset you more. It’s already late but he’s your partner, you’ve slept with him in the same bed for over a year already so he’s sure you’ll return to sleep eventually.
“I-I’ll apologize when she comes back to bed. I’ll apologize to Charlie tomorrow and make it up to both of them.”, Lucifer mumbles to himself changing into his pajama set for bed.
He quickly slips into his side and fixes your pillows just the way you like them for bed, crimson eyes stay focused on the huge door of his room patiently waiting for you to come back. Time slowly passes, minutes turn into hours and despite his best efforts to stay up and wait for you he nods off with your pillow hugged tight to his chest. You never came back to bed instead choosing to sleep in your old hotel room from when you first arrived. Charlie comforted you through your pain and talked you through your anger until you eventually nodded out.
“Good morning Charlie.”, you yawned entering the kitchen.
“Oh hiya mama (y/n), how are you feeling?”, Charlie cheered jumping into your arms for a hug.
You smiled and hugged her tight, gently tucking her wild bangs back so you could see her sweet face.
“Still a bit upset my dear but it’ll pass.”
You began helping Nifty make breakfast for everyone until Lucifer made his way downstairs. He was in such a hurry to find you that he’d forgotten to grab his hat, ruby eyes were scanning every room in search of you, absentmindedly popping his fingers out of nervousness. Eventually he heard you humming in the kitchen and quickly rushed in to see you.
“(Y/n)!”, you turned to see Lucifer awkwardly standing in the doorway, a nervous expression written all over his face as he readjusted his shirt. “I…umm…g-good morning my love, you hadn’t come back to bed last night so I was worried about you.”
Lucifer noticed how tense you were and although you were looking at him your eyes showed nothing but hurt. “(Y/n), can we please talk?”, he pleaded.
Everyone else quickly shared looks before quietly leaving the kitchen with their plates in hand, you sighed and served him a plate of food before trying to leave the room. He allowed you to pass not wanting to upset you further but followed you closely.
“(Y/n), sweetheart, please don’t ignore me. I’m sorry I really am.”, Lucifer begged softly trying to look you in the eye.
A simple huff was all you responded with before entering the elevator, Lucifer quickly rushed in before the door could close trapping you in with him. You stood as far from him as you could stubbornly avoiding his gaze.
“(Y/n)…duckie..please don’t ignore me. I’m so sorry I really am.”, he swore to you.
You continued to ignore him, stepping away the closer he got but there was no where you could really go in the cramped space. He was getting desperate and as such was also becoming reckless. He sprouted his wings and slammed both of his hands against the wall right next to your head completely blocking you in with his body. Even trapped like this you refused to look at him and the King of Hell was losing his sanity the longer you ignored him.
“(Y/n), darling, beautiful, extraordinary angel of my life, please look at me. I’m sorry, I’ll say it over and over again but please just don’t ignore me. I’m scared you’re thinking of leaving me and I don’t want to lose you over what happened last night.”, Lucifer whimpered pathetically letting his hands fall down to your hips.
You still refused to look at him even with his ruby eyes practically begging you to, it was at time like this that he was thankful to be shorter than you. In a moment of weakness he cupped your cheeks and leaned forward just a bit to kiss you smack on the lips. A small moan of surprise managed to escape you but that didn’t stop Lucifer one bit, he continued to kiss you, pecking your lips over and over each kiss getting more desperate than the last.
“M’sorry…so sorry…love you.”, Lucifer whispered in between every few kisses until he was to focused to say anything else.
You couldn’t stay mad at him even if you tried, “Luci okay…okay Luci that’s enough, I get it.”, you sighed cupping his cheeks to get his attention.
He pecked one more kiss on your lips before finally pulling away, his hands still cupping your cheeks like you. He stared into your eyes, the pain of his words still evident in them, but he could only hope you could see how apologetic he was.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said last night. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.”, he began resting his head on your shoulder, “You didn’t overstep any boundaries my love, Charlie looks to you like a mother figure and it makes me happy that you love her like your own. You were right, I promise to make it up to you and Charlie…so please don’t leave me.”
You could feel a tear slowly trickling down your collarbone and groaned in defeat, you couldn’t stay mad at your awkward little duckling!
“I’m not leaving you I’m just hurting from what you said. Stop crying you dingus.”, you growled, Lucifer lifted his face up to look at you and smiled once he felt you kissing away his tears. He continued to apologize even as you kissed him to make him feel a bit better, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“I know I am…do you forgive me?”, he still had to ask for confirmation, he wouldn’t live with himself if you didn’t.
“Yes…yes I forgive you, I’m still upset though so your punishment is sleeping alone.”, you teased, the elevator finally arrived at your floor.
You sent Lucifer back up to his room and spent the rest of your day alone trying to relax. Little did you know that Lucifer would sneak into your room around bedtime ready to fall asleep with you.
“Hey I said you were sleeping alone tonight!”, you growled.
Lucifer flashed you a sweet smile patting your side of the bed, “You did but you never said what room.”, he giggled patting the empty bedside next to him.
“You are impossible.”, you groaned face planting onto your pillow. His playful laughter filled your ears while he scooted closer to hold you, you turned to glare at him with a pout. Lucifer just smiled and proclaimed, “I love you (Y/n).”, while planting several kisses over your face. Your pout was slowly replaced by a smile, he was far too cute for you to ignore. You both went to sleep again in each others arms.
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Alastor
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Alastor isn’t very good at romance, he also isn’t good at handling unfavorable attitude especially from you. Vox had invited you to guest star on his show, you said yes since you’d planned to use it as good publicity for the hotel. Alastor didn’t like the idea one bit he didn’t mean to get so bent out of shape but he did, his true demon form came out during the argument with you as a way to force you into submission but it had the opposite effect. Yes you were scared, your body trembled and you stepped back out of fear but that didn’t stop you from slapping Alastor right across the face.
“I’m not some weak damsel that you get to command!”, you cried out, running out of the front door in a huff.
Alastor’s rage quickly vanished as he returned to normal holding his stinging cheek, his smile dropped just a bit and his eyes showed nothing but regret. Thankfully no one was around to see him in such a weak state, he was no fool he knew he hurt you and any proper gentlemen would suck up their pride and apologize to the woman he loved. Alastor hated television but even so he watched your interview from the shadows while everyone else watched from the couches. You were so confident, such a sincere smile on your face, and so beautiful he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. No matter how Vox tried to twist your words it was undeniable that you loved the hotel and the people in it.
Eventually you returned to the hotel later that night, Alastor was sitting at the bar with Husk when you opened the front door. He was quick to forget about his drink and appeared right in front of you with his usual smile, “Welcome back my darling. Fantastic performance on the picture show with that insufferable foo-“
To Alastor’s surprise you completely ignored him and continued walking to the elevator, “Hi Husk.”, you cheered waving at your old friend.
Husk flashed a smug smile at Alastor before telling you hello, Alastor was stunned. He wasn’t quite used to being ignored and frankly he hadn’t been so offended since the Overlord meeting when Carmine said she didn’t care why he was missing all those years.
Husk chuckled while cleaning a glass, “Word of advice, a woman’s stubbornness knows no bounds, you’ll be lucky if she forgives you within the week.”
Alastor turned to Husk with a tight smile on his face but the obvious twitch in his right eye proved that Alastor was indeed irritated by your actions. He sighed and took a deep breath opting to give you a bit of space to cool off before trying again. The most he could leave you alone was a day so naturally after the 24 hours he appeared by your side again with a hopeful smile. You made eye contact with him this time and listened to him talk only to blink at him and then turn away as if he hadn’t said anything at all.
“Hahaha my love you are so funny, I don’t appreciate this little game of yours please stop and talk to me.”, Alastor growled hugging you from behind to keep you still.
Even with him clinging to you, you managed to move around to do your chores around the hotel. No matter how much he tried to talk to you he was thoroughly ignored.
“Are you perhaps deaf from me frightening you the other day? If you are I can assure you I’ll find a solution to tha-“
“Hiya Sugar, how you doin today?”, Angel called out to you.
You smiled, “Morning Sweetheart, I’m doing just fine, how about you?”, Angel noticed Alastor glaring at you from behind and snickered.
Alastor looked so offended, his fluffy red ears dropping back in annoyance, he looked like a kicked puppy. “Well apparently you aren’t deaf.”, he huffed.
“Angel did you hear something? There’s this very annoying static noise that’s been following me around all morning, I don’t think I can stand it much longer.”, you sighed, winking at Angel to play along.
Angel smiled understanding what you were doing, “Oh that’s no good sweetie, maybe you should talk to Charlie I’m sure she can make the noise go away.”
Alastor’s face contorted again out of frustration, the radio dials appeared in his eyes and tentacles began sprouting from his back. His arms wrapped around your chest and hips pulling you close, “Stop ignoring me.”, he growled.
You looked over your shoulder at him only to glare before returning your attention to Angel. The white spider demon couldn’t help but let out a wild cackle at the amusing sight in front of him, he’d never seen Alastor so bent out of shape before. Alastor was over this, he scooped you up into his arms bridal style and vanished into the shadows with you.
“Dearest, I won’t ask again. Please talk to me, I really dislike you ignoring me.”, Alastor huffed hugging you tight in his arms.
You tried to wriggle out of his arms but that got you no where, “Apologize.”, you finally gave in.
Alastor’s ears perked up to the sound of your voice, he looked down at you with a broken smile, “Pardon?”
“Apologize.”
The wheels in his head began to turn while he processed your response, during all this fiasco he hadn’t once apologized to you for the fight. He set you down but quickly moved his arms to wrap around you waist, he leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours. “It seems I failed to notice the elephant in the room. About the other day I’m sorry, I just didn’t like the thought of Vox having you in such a vulnerable situation. He could’ve killed you, I was just worried for you safety I shouldn’t have acted out like that. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, ma chère?”
You looked Alastor right in the eyes and gave him a slow blink before turning on your heels. He quickly snatched you up making you break character as a fit of laughter fell from your lips.
“I’m just kidding. I forgive you Alastor, if you ever do that to me again though I will kill you.”, you warned, “I appreciate you worrying about me but you need to trust me, I get that I seem weak but I’m stronger than you think I don’t always need to be protected by you. Sorry for being stubborn.”
Alastor’s ears finally perked up straight and a softer, more genuine smile pulled at his lips. He was overly protective of you but he was just afraid to lose you, “It’s alright, I understand. I’ll work on being less smothering, sorry that I hurt you.”, he whispered.
You nodded your head allowing him to hold you until he felt satisfied enough to let you go, “I love you.”, you hummed softly.
He stared into your eyes lovingly before blinking slowly, smiling like a maniac and walking away from you, you laughed at him mimicking your cruel treatment from earlier. You rushed up to him finally heading downstairs together with the tension between you cleared. Everything was alright now.
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koolades-world · 3 months
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Hey! I love your work. Can you do the demon brothers with an mc that goes quiet when they're talked over? Also, I hope exams went well!
hi!! thank you for the wait! also, thank you for the well wishes! I did pretty good :3
I will absolutely write this for you! enjoy!!
Mc that goes quiet when talked over
Lucifer
he's very quick to notice you've gone silent, considering he's always paying attention to you
will silence who ever spoke over you, on purpose or not, and make sure you continue what you were saying
if you look dejected or upset in any way, they will have to apologize to you, especially if it was one of his brothers
after all, everything you say is precious to him <33
Mammon
gonna be honest, it might have been him that spoke over you...
not on purpose of course, even if it's just a one on one conversation
once he realizes, he pauses mid sentence and asks you to repeat what you said
he shyly apologizes and carefully listens to you until it inevitably happens again
Levi
not one to say anything in the moment but will feel guilty about not doing anything
if you don't manage to get out what you were trying to say during that conversation, he tries his best to remember to ask about what you wanted to say later because he knows what that feels like
if you do, he will apologize later for not helping you out
either way, it ends in kisses and a levi puddle
Satan
ever the gentleman, he looks at you first to see how you're feeling, and if you want to continue
if you do, he'll make room for you in the conversation
if you don't, he will find a way to bring up the topic again so you can continue what you wanted to say naturally
and if you're near each other, he'll hold your hand to show you he cares
Asmo
def the "they asked for no pickles" type man
WILL interrupt the interrupter to ensure you get your words in while being semi polite and semi passive agressive
also will make the interrupter listen carefully to what you said
and if they don't! he's kicking them out of the conversation because he won't tolerate that kind of behavior
Beel
he's the mvp who turns to you and asks you to continue what you were saying despite the main conversation
he keeps his full attention on you and tries to engage to show he's listening
if it's pertinent to the main conversation, he waits for an opening to announce that you have something to say
he makes sure everyone listens to you like the sweetheart he is
Belphie
he's another one that will so interrupt the interrupter but in a much less friendly cute way than Asmo
he will straight tell them to shut up
his brothers will usually be huffy but comply, but if it's not one of them, he will make them listen
anyone who doesn't listen will be seeing him later in their nightmares
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Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits
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❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜
†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.
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Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.
It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.
"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.
"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”
"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.
"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.
"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."
"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.
"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.
Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.
"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.
"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"
You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.
“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.
“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”
“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”
“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?” 
You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.
If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.
The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.
You would make her pay for it.
“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.
You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.
“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”
“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.
“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.
“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.
Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.
It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.
She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.
“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.
“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.
Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.
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We need to talk about Sending Rocks.
You probably don't understand what that means. That's fine. It's a weird little example I made up, and I'll explain.
I'm the creator of the near-future cyberpunk podcast SINKHOLE. SINKHOLE is weird, short-form, nearly impossible to explain to people, and utterly unmonetizable. It's also got a very healthy listenership for something so esoteric. (I promise season three is coming; life just keeps happening, constantly.)
Because of that, I have a reputation as a weird little indie creator. And if I were to run a crowdfund, I could set up a donation tier that was literally just
"I will go outside, find a rock on the ground, and mail it to you."
and most people would find that funny and charming. I think, at worst, people might find it puzzling, but they'd still opt in out of curiosity.
A lot of you would let me send you rocks.
Now we need to talk about the re: Dracula crowdfund- about the zines. A handful of people got very upset about the perceived lack of quality present in the zines.
That caught me off-guard. To me, a zine should always be kind of janky. You should be able to tell exactly how far down the pile your specific zine was based purely on how committed to hitting the fold lines the person folding it was. Zines are handmade and should feel handmade.
So it seemed like people were complaining about the zines being zines, and I didn't get it.
And then I realized something: it's not about the zines. It's about the fact that they were coming from Tal Minear.
If Tal Minear ran a crowdfund and set up a donation tier that was just
"I will go outside, find a rock on the ground, and mail it to you."
I would give it about a day before someone found a way to turn that specifically into a talking point about how Tal doesn't respect the audio drama community.
Tal Minear cannot send rocks. The zine was never the problem. The way people think about Tal is the problem.
We need to talk about how this community keeps trying to reinvent classism based on nothing but vibes and follower numbers.
I'm going to tell you something you already know but probably don't want to admit: the independent audio drama scene is to the independent film scene what a fish tank in a dentist's office is to the ocean.
The biggest names in this community are just a step up from being nobodies.
If you went outside right now and spoke to the first person you saw on the street, the only non-BBC fiction podcasts you would have any realistic hope of them knowing are Welcome to Night Vale or Archive 81- and the latter only because it got turned into a Netflix show, which means that they might not even realize it was a podcast first. There's also a chance they'll have heard of The Magnus Archives, but it's not a guarantee by any means.
Now, this last one I've mentioned to a few people, and was surprised to get a lot of pushback. There seems to be this thought that no, of course everyone has heard of The Magnus Archives.
No. No, man.
You're doing the Homestuck thing. I hate to hurt you like this, but you're doing that thing people did where they assumed everyone had at least heard of Homestuck.
There are people in your life that have never heard of Homestuck.
The Magnus Archives was a mini-zeitgeist in which the fandom engaged in wild speculating, plentiful shipping, and lots and lots of aligning yourself with a specific Fear.
And it was never as big as Homestuck.
I'm sorry. Jonny Sims is not a household name. That's simply the truth.
He is also in this fish tank with us. As far as I am aware, he has not escaped to begin acting in feature films or begun voicing characters in massive video game franchises. Slay the Princess was pretty cool. It's not exactly fucking Assassin's Creed, though.
He doesn't even have a Wikipedia page.
And notice how my metric for breakout success involved going to other, better-known mediums? That's because a breakout success in this community involves getting a blurb on Buzzfeed or in Cosmo. There is no audio fiction podcasting elite. The idea is hilarious.
Even Markiplier doesn't count, because he's YouTube royalty. He's not famous because of The Edge of Sleep. The same is true of any celebrity. They're visitors. They didn't get their break here.
Tal Minear is not your landlord. They're a slightly bigger fish in the same tank as you that likes to poke around in the muck a bit more than you personally enjoy. And, well, you cannot argue that Tal's position as showrunner of re: Dracula justifies framing them that way.
Because the thing is, I'm not just the creator of SINKHOLE. I'm also the showrunner and head writer of Mayfair Watchers Society as of season two. Showrunning and writing is most of my income these days. Tal and I are very comparable in terms of the material power we wield. This isn't a secret.
And yet, a lot of you would still let me send you rocks.
Now the actually important thing.
We need to talk about how this exact illusion, this fanciful idea that there are real industry goliaths in this fishbowl, has already been used to justify the mistreatment of marginalized people.
When Tonia Ransom brought up the issues she had with how the AnonymousAD tumblr had characterized her crowdfunding campaign, this is the reason why people felt they could dismiss and ignore her. Because yes, she's a black woman speaking out about having been wronged, but she's also a "Big Creator," and therefore it evens out.
It doesn't even out.
A lot of the most successful creators you know in this space still have day jobs. I spent yesterday and today doing inventory at my retail job. I spent hours poring over shitty little badly printed tags and biting back swear words because our owner will not let us close, so there were still customers in the store, actively buying the things we were trying to count.
This Us vs Them shit has got to stop. It's nothing. It's a parody and a sham. If you tried to explain it to your grandmother, she'd give you the exact same reaction as if you had tried to tell her about drama in the Homestuck fandom.
Because it's the same.
And you don't get to use it to justify being shitty to someone who you know perfectly well would deserve your humility and understanding if you weren't pretending they were your boss.
Who can send rocks is not and has never been a reflection of real power or privilege. Deciding someone cannot send rocks is just a convenient excuse to disregard their perspective when it makes you angry or uncomfortable.
At best, it's tilting at windmills. At worst, it is punishing your peers for daring to defend themselves or speak out against injustice while being marginally more successful than you.
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inkskinned · 11 months
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there's this video you've probably seen already where a woman is shaking in front of a microphone and delicately tries to ask - how can i make my husband listen to me, i've tried everything, i don't want to seem ungrateful and the other man laughs - the problem is that you married a man, we're only listening 25% of the time and we only understand 5% of that! and the audience laughs and the woman laughs and you just sat there, phone in your hand, letting the sound of it echo
and the thing is that people make think-pieces about it (isn't this one of them) and satire versions and "flipping the script" which is good and fun but at the end of the day, there's some truth in that man's response about men-not-listening. and you have tried to language that feeling for years, this sense that you can only take up 33% of a conversation before others view it as being "dominating".
it's not that they aren't listening, it's that the action they're taking is purposefully silencing. it's different. you accidentally-don't-listen a lot; just because the world is loud and you're distracted. you don't mean anything by it. and the truth is that the man who spoke is relying on that to be true of you; the way it's true of everyone. but there is a different undertone to his kind of not-listening. what he means is they don't respect you and you shouldn't expect them to. there is a difference between oh shit i forgot to take the trash out and why didn't you remind me to do it, just like there is a difference between i didn't realize you wanted to go out this weekend and why do you expect me to plan things why can't you just tell me where we're going.
and the thing is that it isn't just him, and it's actually not just because of your gender - your skin, your class status, your weight, their ableism - it happens often. so often it feels like a tightness around your throat and a weight in your stomach. you're not even "really" allowed to be upset about it, because to them it's a joke. and they laugh. and you know exactly the amount of work that goes into every conversation. how you have to work to condense down your thoughts into intelligent, crisp soundbites; worried someone will try to swoop in and cut you off. and there's this sense from everyone else - oh stop being so sensitive, are you really upset just because they weren't listening and you don't know how to say the way that feels when it happens constantly.
there's that video of the science summit where a woman in the audience finally says let her speak please! and the whole crowd bursts into applause and the man leading the summit holds up his hands and bows his head and says oops, sorry! like what he did was awkward and embarrassing, a little social gaffe that happens easily. later in your meetings, you're asked to take notes, and you don't say anything, you just hear let her speak please! ringing in your head and know that you'll never be brave enough for that kind of thing. and besides. think of all the people who agree this was a one-off, he just got excited and all of the people who say one man is not indicative of all of society
at the dinner table you're talking about someone you don't like and how he's not good to his girlfriend and how she always has to remind him to put the effort in and before him, she was glowing with curiosity and passion but now she just seems... tired, unhappy. that he likes the way she burns out; she stays home and takes care of him and their 2 kids. and your father sniffs and says that men take a while to learn those kinds of things. and you just stare at him and think about your childhood and are like - no wonder i turned out like this
and you want to say - there's no fucking secret school or mystic form of communication. i was not sent to Rearing a Child University. i did not graduate from Getting Chores Done College. i ask questions and i listen and i pay attention, because that's basic fucking human decency. it stems from respect, and how i respect others and their agency. i clean the house because someone should clean. not because it comes "naturally".
hell, you had to google "how to boil an egg" the other day, just because you usually make them scrambled. you can never remember which of the 2 bathroom cleaners make chlorine gas, only that two of them definitely do. you've accidentally bleached your clothes. it took you like 3 years of self-teaching before you figured out how to actually cook things correctly - for that whole time, you burnt or undercooked everything. but you did teach yourself; just like you taught yourself how to listen with empathy. just like how you taught yourself to think before you speak. to be kind first, to be better at communicating. it seemed like a good thing, an adult thing.
the joke the man in the video makes is that women say i'm fine! when they are not fine. and you think about the 150 conversations that happened around that; about how she probably has had so many arguments with her husband. how she said i'm upset you don't take me anywhere and he got mad at her because of course i do, you made me go to that stupid restaurant like last week and she probably said that's not what i'm saying and he said now i'm supposed to be psychic or something and she said no of course not and he said how am i supposed to know what to do when you don't even like everything and she said i do like things and he said well how am i supposed to win? and her pastor probably told her to be more grateful because they do things at all, even if she has to plan them and her mom probably told her that's just how men are honey and she probably cried over her journal, trying to figure out why the fuck she "has everything" and is still so bitterly, horribly unhappy
and how, in your life, for so many reasons, you looked down the barrel of another argument; of explaining yourself and being vulnerable and begging for help again. how many times you just said i'm fine because it was better than doing that again; it was better than wringing yourself out when it's literally easier to just pretend. because he wasn't going to listen. your father wasn't going to be better and your boyfriend wasn't going to be better and your boss wasn't going to be more respectful.
and you sit in front of a video of a woman shaking, looking horrible and guilt-wrought that she's even asking this question. and you know; deep in your heart - that's you. in a different life, you are her. you've stood in her spot. and you had to listen while someone else cackled - why would we bother to notice when you talk?
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( 📁 ) THINGS THEY DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU
synopsis: they can't apologize like normal human beings, so they do their quirky acts to make you forgive them
characters: sanji (shocker), zoro & luffy!
warnings: swearing, (unintentional) angst for luffy..
a/n: my new hobby is making cute character banners oops 🫢 banner inspired by @sixosix <3! happy ending for luffy here !!
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☆ whenever you and SANJI have had a fight or disagreement of any sort, he folds first. he is always the first one to give the 'cold-shoulder' act up.
☆ usually, he wouldn't ever stop talking about how much he loves you and how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous you are, but the moment he should talk about all that, he doesn't.
☆ he knows he fucked up.. but he can't bring himself to charm you up like usual.. so- he decides to bake his way out of this problem!
☆ your favorite cake, fruits, drinks, chocolate, and anything you ever mentioned to enjoy will be made and presented to you by your truly apologetic sanji <3
☆ he'd be standing in the kitchen for hours on end. not taking a break because he feels like it's 'his responsibility' to make you forgive him the hard way.
☆ eventually, after being presented more than a month's worth of desserts.. you got worried about the state your charming blonde lover was in.
"not that i forgot our fight.. but you should take a break, sanji.. you've been overworking yourself since this morning!" you tell him, trying your hardest not to sound worried. he gives you an exhausted smile, dropping the cutlery he had in his one hand and the spatula he had in the other one. "you talked to me," he spoke, barely louder than a whisper, before he let out a sigh of relief.
you felt your heart ache, seeing him in his current condition; sweat dripping from his forehead, hands cramped up from all the work he had done, and his apron splattered with a mixture of flower and melted chocolate.
your eyes met his almost immediately, which resulted in him instinctively noticing your sorrowful eyes. "what's wrong, darling? you alright?" he dusts his hands off with the kitchen towel before making his way to you swiftly. "my love why are you giving me your sad puppy eyes right now?" he chuckles as he cups your face in his cold hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
"because you overworked yourself because of me.. your hands are all cramped up because i was too stubborn to forgive you right away! i don't deserve you sanji.." he gasps, almost offended. "now that is the bullest crap i've ever heard. darling, i've gone way longer with way more pressure on me to complete dishes for a full-house back at baratie." he chuckles yet again, this time more relaxed. "what i did today was a mere exercise to make sure i was still able to perform under some pressure," a big smile growing on his face.
"sweetheart, if anything i don't deserve you.. i'm sorry for upsetting you earlier.. i was deep in the wrong, yet i'm only apologizing now. forgive me, my love." sanji gives kisses your forehead while grabbing your hands, interlocking them with his. "then let's say we're even now.." you two make up and after forcing sanji to let you help clean up the kitchen, you do just that.
☆ sanji tells you he won't 'bake his way out of a fight' anymore, but knowing him, you didn't believe that statement one bit. you told him to "just make sure you don't overwork yourself anymore.. wouldn't want your pretty hands to hurt.." ~ which ended with him teasing you the whole afternoon.. "you think i have pretty hands~? how very endearing, my love."
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☆ now anytime you and ZORO fight, with him being in the wrong, his pride always gets in the way of him owning up to his shit and apologizing. that's all you need from him, an apology. you don't expect him to bake you desserts or write you a poem declaring his live for you, no you just want an apology that isn't forced out of zoro by sanji or nami, or even usopp!
☆ you ignore him because he messed up big time and won't even acknowledge it? ha, child's play, he ignores you. you don't even know how this petty fight escalated so far that both of you haven't talked for a good couple days.
☆ usopp is basically begging you two to make up. considering he had been forced given the role to communicate things between the two of you. zoro needed to clean his sword but didn't know which cleaning agent to use, because you always gave him the right cleaning agent? ⟶ usopp is sent to you asking you which cleaning agent is best to clean zoro's swords with. receiving the dirtiest glance from you, you tell him to tell zoro "he should pay attention more to what others say, instead of staring at his reflection off of his sword 24/7!" ⟶ usopp goes to zoro and delivers the message. zoro scoffs and chuckles lightly before angrily giving usopp yet another message to deliver to you. ⟶ after a while usopp started hiding from the both of you, not wanting to get sent to other anymore.
☆ nami is on your side, of course, sending dirty glances to zoro any chance she gets. she doesn't give him the silent treatment, but instead aggressively tries to let him acknowledge his faults so he could own up to his shit and just apologize!
"y'know zoro, i'm not even in this relationship, yet your ego still somehow found a way to suffocate me! fucking realize you've been acting like a child and just own up to the fact that you messed up, damn it." nami blurts out, all in one breath, before she walks off annoyed.
zoro let's out yet another scuff before sanji makes his way to the moss head. "don't you even start-" zoro sends him an angry glance which has sanji raising his hands in defense, chuckling slightly. "i just can't stand seeing my beloved y/n in distress like this. i don't know the details, i don't want to know the details. all i know is that if you don't want to lose her, i'd act fast if i were you.." he just as quickly turned away and resumed his kitchen activities.
out of all the things the crew told him, hoping to convince the stubborn moss head to apologize to you, this stuck with him for the rest of the day.
after having a rather silent diner with the crew, the same as the past few days, you finished first, leaving the table immediately. "thank you, sanji, the soup was delicious, as expected," you tried to smile at him which resulted in your lips becoming a wobbly line.
"anytime, darling, i'm glad you enjoyed.." sanji noticed your sorrowful expression, as did the rest of the crew. you sent him a forced smile again before leaving the kitchen, heading for your and nami's room.
zoro sighed before standing up from his spot, leaving the kitchen to follow you. reaching your room's door, he notices you locked it. "hey! open the door," zoro leans against the handle, his forehead against the door. "come on now, just open the door for me baby.." his voice softens, realizing how fucking stupid he's been acting, neglecting you in so many ways. "listen.. i'm sorry for being such an ass- you didn't deserve my shitty attitude, i shouldn't have acted so stubborn, i'm sorry. i- i just can't lose you okay? please open the door and talk to me, yell at me, scream your lungs out, just please let me see you baby.. " with that he balled his hand that was leaning on the door into a fist, remorse dripping out of his mouth as he finally realizes how wrong he has been acting, how bad he's been treating you, how much more you deserved.
what surprised him was that the moment you opened the door, you weren't carrying an annoyed expression. no, your eyes were teary, your upper lip was trembling, cheeks a red shade, and your eyebrows furrowed. "h-hey, don't cry now.." zoro wrapped his arms around you, whispering endearments into your ear whilst caressing your back.
you two ended up cuddling on you small framed bed, that barely kept the two of you on it. not a word communicated between the two of you. just you laying on his chest, playing with his fingers while his chin rests on top of your head, still caressing your back.
"i'll do better for you.." zoro breaks the silent, planting a kiss on your head. "i can't lose you, i won't lose you.." you look up at his last statement, putting your hand on his cheek. "you won't lose me.. you'll never lose me."
☆ yeah, fights with this man sure are extreme.. but you two make it work
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☆ every once in a while, on a full moon, you and LUFFY experience a disagreement lead to a big fight. of course your relationship isn't always all rainbows and butterflies. but considering luffy's nature of not taking most things serious, lots of fights were prevented. you thought luffy was flirting with a waitress when you left? he laughed so hard, getting cramps in his stomach, because he thought it was the most stupid thing ever that you believed he would flirt with someone other than you. he made you feel ridiculous, thinking of such a thing! ⟶ fight prevented!
☆but sometimes, this very nature of his was what lead to some of the most dreadful moments of your life.
☆ anytime such an event would take place, luffy would be the furthest away from it, the furthest away from you.. it's not that he's angry at you, per se. he just needs his time alone to review all his actions leading up to the fight that may have caused for it to get this big. most of the time he'll be dozing off, too tired to look back on his actions. he doesn't even know himself why he always ends up avoiding you for a couple hours after a fight. all he knows is that he, somehow, always ends up understanding what went wrong between the two of you.
☆ but this routine action of his doesn't always receive a positive reaction from you..
there he went, yet again, neglecting his responsibility in this fight. it was petty, you knew it was, still you wanted him to own up to it! it wasn't fair that he'd leave you shaking, crying, screaming at the top of your lungs, out of nowhere. you were talking, well actually arguing, about how luffy had been avoiding you lately, how he'd turn around once he'd see you, sit at the other side of the table, leave the room the second he saw you enter it, but what hurt the most was that he'd shake off your touches..
you finally confronted him about this, not wanting to bottle up your emotions any longer. luffy reacted as usual, disregarding the issue jokingly, he assured, "it's not a big deal~ you're just seeing things." and then you snapped, everything you bottled up 'till this moment, unleashed. you were a sobbing mess. he had never seen you in this state, shit even you have never seen yourself like this.
you asked him what happened, what you did wrongfully. why was he ignoring you? why did he act like he was allergic to your touches, your voice, your conversations, to you? why all of a sudden? what changed between you? you wanted, no, needed him to answer; you hoped he would realize how stupid he was acting, how neglecting he had been. you needed him to take you in his arms and assure you he still loved you, that he still cared, that he always will..
as if all your sobs were disregarded. instead of talking to you, he stood up wordlessly and walked out of your room, gently closing the door behind him. which resulted in your cries escalating as you tried muffling your sounds with a pillow.
where did he go? why did he leave all of a sudden? does he not care about you? all of these thoughts were racing in your mind, overwhelming you to the point you were gasping for air. at this point, nami came sprinting to your shared room, worried about your condition. "what did that boy do?!" she questions with a mix of distress and anger.
all the while, luffy was sat on the figurehead of the going merry, the sheep. he was enjoying the cold breeze as he kept breathing in and out, trying to understand what had just happened. he soon realized he walked out on you the moment you needed him most. and oh how it should've hurt him, how his heart should be aching right now. instead, he feels nothing except the subtle chilly breeze flowing against his skin, through his hair, moving his flip-flops. he knows he should care, he knows he should run back to you, embrace you in his arms, and tell you he loves you. but he doesn't because as much as he wants you to feel loved and cared for, he can't be the one to make you feel that way. it's not fair to you, you deserve someone that means it when he tells you he loves you and always will be there for you.
he can't put on this facade anymore. he stopped caring a while back, but he believed it to be a decent thing to have you believe he was still the guy that would comfort you when you had a nightmare, the guy that would give you his last piece of meat to show you he cares, the guy that would cuddle you to sleep whenever it was too cold..
he thought it'd be easier for you. oh, how it turned out to be quite the opposite. because he faked your relationship this long, and it had come to an end like this; you didn't only lose your lover tonight, you lost your friend.
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MEI'S NOTE: uhm.. yeah idk what happened at luffy's part- but I hope you enjoyed ☺️💓
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actually-safer-to-kiss · 11 months
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Dinner Time
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Summary: Reader makes Spencer his first homemade dinner after getting out of prison, and they both realize he's got some adjusting to do.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Content warnings: Eating, mentions of weight loss, hurt Spencer, ambiguous ending
Word count: 1k
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Spencer sat at the small table in your kitchen. You set it up with funky-patterned napkins, an extra big spoon, and a used candle lit in the middle; the whole shebang. You prepared his serving of your vegetable soup, the meal he requested to celebrate his arrival home. “Are you comfortable?” You ask as you hover over the stove.
He nods and picks up his napkin, observing the pattern and weight. “Where did you get these?”
“Your mom found them when we were shopping. She said they reminded her of your socks. Isn’t that sweet?”
He blew air through his nose before saying “Wow.” He rubbed his thumb along it, following the vivid stripes. You didn’t want to tell him how she teared up when she spotted them. How she held the set close to her chest made you feel sorry that she remembered without help.
“She took it as a sign you were coming home.” Half true. More like you convinced her it was. She asked you to buy them for that reason, to celebrate. “And now here we are.” You beamed as you say the words.
“That’s wonderful.” He looked up at you and smiled. You saw it in your peripheral as you opened a pack of oyster crackers. You knew he wanted to thank you for making time for her. He wanted to, but you insisted the thank yous were enough after he said it the fifth time in 24 hours. You flashed him a brief grin as a muted response, and he appreciated it.
“Alright,” You held the bowl carefully, mistakenly filling it to the brim. Due to the sheer joy of having him home, safe, and innocent (in the eyes of the law), you almost didn’t notice he had lost weight. The first time you saw his spine after getting out of the shower, you didn't even think it was possible for him. “Extra potatoes, per your request, mon amour.” You emphasize your terrible French accent which makes him chuckle.
“Merci, mon amour.” His flawless accent almost ruined the joke.
“Okay, show off, so happy you're home.” You sneered, and his smile was even wider. You grab your own bowl and sit by his side. His elbows somehow naturally find their way to the table, boxing in his soup like he was cornering prey. Spoon in hand, he dipped in the hefty bowl. Then he shoveled in some of those extra potato chunks with some tomato-y broth. Hungry, you thought, as he leaned over the bowl, steam gliding over his rough stubble. He took a second and third bite, despite his mouth being nearly stuffed.
You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to imagine the food he had to eat or meals he might have skipped because of poor quality (or other reasons). As he chewed hastily, for a moment, it gave you hope he'd gain weight quickly.
But then he reached out for his water to drink like he needed to soothe something too spicy.
Or something too hot.
“Honey?”
Bite four, five, and six. He chewed.
“Spencer.”
“Hm?” Bite seven, eight —
You put a hand on his arm and Spencer’s head immediately turned to you. It made you pull back, not touch him. His face was red and his mouth hung open, similar to a dog sticking its tongue out to cool off. “Spencer. You can let it cool.”
He swallowed, not chewing enough, and it pained him. “I can’t. I want to finish before bed.” His tongue barely touched the roof of his mouth as he spoke.
“Are you that tired?”
“No.” His eyebrows furrowed at the question, looking just as confused as you. “We only have 30 minutes for dinn—” And somehow his face of realization was even more upsetting to witness. There's a silence, brief but heavy as his whole face fell and he covered his eyes with one hand. “I’m sorry.” He sniffles.
“It’s not your fault.”
"I'll… take my time." He leans on his elbow and looks down at his meal, staring, waiting for the steam to stop. It was seconds later that his eyes were lined with tears again.
You were afraid to ask the question. “How’s your mouth?”
“It hurts.” He bites his lip as tears trickle.
You drop your spoon and scoot your chair closer to his. You ask him to sit up straight and drink water. Once he’s done that, drinking as much (or as little) as he can tolerate, you gently press his face into your shoulder. Tears collect on your skin, but you keep him close and encourage him to let it out.
And he does. His chest caves with every sob he's locked away for two months. His arms wrap around your waist, the first time he's touched you since he’s been home, apart from the delightfully suffocating hug you trapped each other in when he was released. And for a moment, you’re hit with the reality that the Spencer you’re holding has changed. His survival instincts are still active, you're just now noticing it.
You still hold him as he heaves. You rub his back to let him know you’re still here, but you stare at the blank wall in front of you. Your head is spinning, running through therapists to call and books to read that could help you. To help Spencer. Because that’s what he needs.
Spencer pulls away for a minute to look over his soup.
“It’s still there.” You say, and wipe his tears with your thumbs. “No one’s taking it, I promise.”
“It’s going to get cold.”
“I’ll heat it up again, don’t worry.”
Spencer looks down at you as you hold his face. The dark circles around his reddened eyes were prominent, and you brushed the mess of curls off his forehead. Tiredness isn’t enough. He’s scared. From what he’s seen or become, you don’t know. But his stubble pokes your skin and you realize that you don’t know what to do. As you look at the man you love, you wonder how much you can do to help. You hope you can help.
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suguru-getos · 7 months
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࿐ soft yandere neuvillette hcs (f!reader) ࿐
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neuvillette being a hydro dragon was always territorial of the things he held dear, whether it was his unyielding love for the melusines, or the love for the people of fontaine or the love for justice and the idea of it for the people. this has never been translated into an intense devotion for a human until he saw you. lawyering up oh so sweetly against one of your friends to defend the defamation case lodged against their business.
it was then — that your eyes lingered with the chief justice. for someone who holds a power so supreme — he sure had kind eyes. standing above all, having the ability to shut the whole opera house in a second with the stern daunt of his voice. he was enamoring too… but you didn’t know how enamored he was of you. for the first time neuvillette was getting distracted during a hearing. how your eyes fiercely spoke along with the entanglement of your words. how exquisite.
you won the case & the happiness which made your smile all the more beautiful with the glimmer of victory dancing all over it. you also got a chance to thank the chief justice, too. to which of course — he’d be kind enough and deny. “please don’t thank me. i am just doing my work here.” still, when neuvillette shook hands with you to depart, his eyes widened with the registering of a weird, twisted feeling inside of him. he wanted to protect you for life, mate with you, wanted to be by your side…
it was one of the weird times when it had been the sunniest after the trials. the people of fontaine were weirded out to find out no rains for the rest of the week. despite of the trials. truth been told, neuvillette didn’t have the time to be upset for anything because now he has someone he was invested in.
why waste time? neuvillette thought to himself, he had never approached anyone yet. so? when he approached your door and knocked with a tender smile, with a bouquet on his hands and a sweet smile just to ask if you’d be so kind for a date, you heartily agreed. heart fluttering throughout the date when he pulled your chair, ordered the same food as yours just so he can taste your likes. asking if you’d be so kind as to give him another date opportunity— kissing your forehead while dropping you home. things were beyond golden.
things started getting a little controlling after a first month or so. as someone who had a few friends who liked to travel, you’d find the chief justice of fontaine not so eager to allow you to move out of fontaine. “inazuma? do you understand how far it is from here?” he had a point, of course… “but one of my friend’s family is there and the vision hunt decree is abolished now and i—” neuvillette doesn’t yell at you, he’s too soft for that. “i believe i didn’t ask for any reply to that dearest. you will be here in fontaine. if you want, i can arrange that your friend’s family come here. they’d be given the most royal treatment-”
neuvillette also quickly shuts down any opportunity for you to be talking to someone unknown. it’s simple? he has met your friends in gatherings and they are intimidated and respectful of your man. the others would take too much of his time in dissection of their personalities. how does he stop you? simple — neuvillette gets needy. he would clutch you in his arms and pout. not wanting to let you go at any cost. “i missed you sweetheart.” you can’t help but give in.
he doesn’t do punishments. it is too heartbreaking for him to see you stressed and distressed of him of all people !! however there was an instance where you forgot to inform him & came back home at 2 am with a bunch of people partying. neuvillette didn’t take that lightly. you know this because that was the first time you were pinned against the wall. kind and tender eyes glowering down and enraged. you couldn’t help but sniffle for hours when neuvillette brought you over his knee for a spanking. he hated it when you cried, it was stormy in fontaine for the rest of the week <\3 why don’t you understand he just loves you so much it makes him lovesick!
to make it up for losing his temper — he would spoil you with so much love. it would get hard to breathe under the undying affection he gives you. kissing your forehead, bringing you your favorite food, letting you feel the freedom you felt taken away, anything and everything. would probably surrender and get on his knees, sobbing if you give him the silent treatment.
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