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malewifesband · 17 days

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i see it often that people do not see laios liking kabru, but in reality laios does like kabru! quite a lot for a guy that (from his perspective) he just met! laios forgetting kabrus exact name is not evidence of disinterest in any way--hes only heard it a couple of times, he struggles with small details (unless you want to argue laios also doesnt give a shit about marcille, chilchuck and senshi, he also forgets small details about them. if you do think this, i think dungeon meshi may be too advanced for you. stick to bluey.), and the man has autism. like near explicitly.

laios offers food from their limited supplies because kabru showed an interest in eating monsters, and makes him an omelette so he can have something to eat even though other food was already being prepared. he listens to kabrus criticism of his behavior and mindset in trying to protect falin even though she was straight up killing people, and tries to drag kabru to safety. he watches kabru defuse the situation between himself and toshiro masterfully, and confides in him how hurt he is that toshiro is so angry and how he mustve done something truly awful to upset him like that. when kabru tells him that meeting him was the best part of his time in the dungeon, laios agrees and says its the same for him (remember: laios doesnt do empty platitudes well--if he said it, he meant it).

when kabru leaves, we get three fucking panels in a row of laios staring after him, flexing the hand kabru was just holding, and reflecting on kabrus words ("next time..?")

when kabru shows up again deep in the dungeon, chilchuck is suspicious, but laios is so excited to see him that he throws caution to the wind and lets kabru hold his hand again despite seconds later crossing succubus off his list of shapeshifters that could be appearing as kabru--a carelessness around monsters and danger laios rarely exhibits. when kabru gives his warning about the canaries, laios is grateful. he notices how often kabru saves his skin

when lycion reveals that kabru lied about wanting to eat the omelette laios made, it breaks his heart because he made that with love! he made it for kabru, and kabru didnt like it, and now he knows kabru was just playing at friendship to use him. that breaks his heart, hes distraught, but he doesnt have time to be hurt about it when marcille needs his help urgently so he turns to run to her. he apologizes to kabru and tries to leave again. he isnt listening to what kabru is saying here because kabru was just revealed as a liar and because it doesnt really cohere (kabru is stuttering and speaking in broken sentences as he tries to explain about the dungeons power) and he needs to save marcille

he doesnt believe kabru wanted to be his friend, because who would? why would laios be special enough, loveable enough, to go through the pains kabru went through, just to be his friend? but when kabru makes the intensity of his desire known, laios promises to feed him again, at a proper restaurant --and again, food is care for laios, to feed someone is to love them. marcille is still his priority bc she is in real danger but he means what he says, he really does want to start over with kabru and be real friends with him

once we hit the resolution of the story, kabru near glues himself to laios, helping him and trying to cement himself as a right-hand man, and making known his intent to support laios no matter what. in the medieval manuscript style epilogue, kabru is one of two friends that stick by laios as he becomes king. both marcille and kabru become the people closest to him (besides falin of course), two friends who will always support him, always let him know when hes fucked up and theyre mad at him, two friends who he can rely on. laios did not have to accept kabru as an advisor, he did not have to ask him to stay with him. he did that because after everything, he trusts kabru now, and knows he can count on him

while laios doesnt give any big monologues about what he likes about kabru, its very clear he does, and we know what things laios values in other people. he appreciates kabrus social skills (very clear in the post canon comic in the adventurers bible), his intelligence, that kabru WANTS to be around him and understand him even though its difficult, his strength, and frankly he does appreciate his charm (three fucking panels straight of staring after him). laios really values people with specialized skillsets who are willing to tell him frankly what they think and advise him in areas he is weak in (something we see in his relationship with... i was gonna say namari but its everyone. he does this with everyone he likes. and in the resolution kabru does this CONSTANTLY he does not go a panel without giving laios his professional opinion on how to deal with people).

in conclusion: arent you hungry, kabru? let laios make something for you

#kabru #laios touden #dungeon meshi #kabru of utaya #labru #not explicitly for my labru girlies but it feels sometimes like we are the only ones who understand that these characters are friends

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privitivium · 2 months

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holy shit what about a yandere sub gojo who’s popular and a playboy. like everyone wants him and he’s just being worshipped by them. But, he’s such a creepy fuck to reader, always looking and stalking them. just make him creepy asf

real tho. not even into jjk like that but... gotta share this with your fellow jjk fans. please heed my pinned post, this might be a one time thing, i am already as slow getting these out as it is lolz.,,,

ㅡyan creep "playboy" gojo satoru........

both amab,, cw;; manipulation, nc touching, stalkin, jerkin it, overall a fucking creep

ㅡi feel so embarrassed writing for this guy,,, his blue eyes startle me immensely. intimidating !!

sub creep gojo, a playboy... observing, rather than making the moves like one would think. watching, studying you... stealing all your fucking miscellaneous shit... every so often stealing something of value - mere clothes is all. just to hold n cuddle into ... nothing too perverted. friends, obviously noticing where his stare would flit to, giving him the confidence he needed ! ooc, a little... but imagining this guy as shy to befriend you but still perving on you is a lovely thought imo

sub creep gojo who,,, touches on you once he gets the confidence. accidentally, of course. hes so clumsy, right??? hey, dont glare at him... really, it was an accident. you just got too close to him-!! "ouh, whoops." snickering, playing it cool as he holds his hands up in defense as he brushed his groin against your ass - merely walking too close n getting a whiff of your natural aroma...,,, totally not weird. you dont hold it against him as he wanted - wanting you to make a fucking mess of him and humilate him,,, but it seems ur just a little too... stoic about it. hmph. popping up literally everywhere you are out in publicㅡhey, hes not following you, just happen to be in the same area, silly.. dont get so big headed that the playboy is getting so close to you !

sub creep gojo... in his own time, all alone in his room. pervs on you to the max. simply. riding a fat fucking dildo that he knows cant compare to the real thing, having to jerk off while huffing one of ur shirts held to his nose - reminiscing about catching a glimpse of ur soft cock through of course, grey sweatpants... hes embarrassed how fast he cums - of course, no one to witness... but imagining himself in a daydream accidentally cumming too quickly,,, how embarrassing would that be ! the renowned playboy ! gojo satoru ! cumming so fast !! he has to embrace this...

gojo, again, would still gather all your unused things - taking it upon himself to get close to you, as friends !! who wouldnt wanna be friends with him?!?!!! he's the coolest, kindest guy around - sure, a reputation, but... you just have to be charmed !!! but... he sees that you find him kinda weird n creepy, all standoffish when he tries to talk to you... all sad as he whines n nearly cries as he jerks off into a pair of stolen boxers from ur gym locker - its ur own fault, who leaves their underwear in their gym locker... hey, you mustve wanted him to find them right? ur just as a pervert as he is - ! probably even more, huh?!?!! delusional, as you don't quite pay attention to him - yet still seeing his white hair literally everywhere in the corner of your eye, you start to associate the color white with him, obviously. thinking of him rather oddly... mhm mhm mhmm!!!

#jjk...#gojo satoru x male reader #sub gojo satoru #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #jjk x male reader

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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ghost!proxy fucking you asleep one night and you waking up in your "dream" cockwarming somebody you can't see... fucking yourself back onto their cock and moaning half-asleep and needy into your sheets, saying how you need them to fuck you, how much you wanna see them, it only spurs them on to flip you onto your back fucking into you fast, now with multiple hands teasing your nipples etcetc while you still cannot see them but can see how much their cock gapes your hole <33333

UGHJFF another ghost proxy joining in and fucking your mouth ohnngghhhgof or even double pen,,, HOT

there is much to think about myth

– 💤 anon

18+, dubcon, based this off of some of our old asks i kept

(Name) smiled up at his new house, it was a little run down but nothing dedication couldnt fix, besides, his boyfriend was pretty handy. (Name) quickly made his way up the stairs and opened the door. The house was stuffy and almost felt suffocating, as if he was encroaching on somethings turf. He shook his head, hair flailing. It was an old house, no one had lived in it for quite some time.

(Name) gazed blankly at the boxes thrown around his new home, he felt exhausted after the long train and taxi ride. He shook his head and b-lined to the couch, flopping his body down and passing out almost instantly.

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“Aaah!” (Name) shot up only to be shoved back, pleasure wracking his body as he felt something fucking into him. His shocked eyes gazed at nothing, he could feel the hands pinning his stomach down but there was no one there. All he could do was lie back and moan as he was fucked raw by an invisible figure, he’d never felt this good before. His body felt like it was on fire, moaning with every thrust.

“Shhh, be a good boy and go back to sleep.” The voice was dark and shook him but he couldn’t help but close his eyes as the thrusts sped up, his body bouncing with every slam of its hips.

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(Name) shot up on the couch, darkness filling the outside. He checked over his body to see nothing, a sigh left him. It must’ve been a dream he convinced himself. He picked his phone off of the floor, checking the time. His boyfriend would be here soon.

He shoved himself off of the couch, he couldn’t be bothered looking for his cooking equipment. Instead he chose to ring up a take out, he almost hurled when they told his it could take up-to two hours due to his secluded location.

He let out a sigh before sitting back down, his dream running through his head.

He mustve zoned out because his boyfriend clapping his hands shook him, eyes immediately darting to the other. “Oh, (b/n).” (Names) voice was drowsy and his eyes were drooping, his boyfriend chuckling at the state of him.

“Come on.” He muttered softly as he scooped (Name) into his arms, chuckling as he carried them upto their room.

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(Name) tried his best not to sigh as his boyfriend rolled off of him, he came but he felt so unsatisfied. The images of his earlier dream swarmed his mind, helping him cum. Usually he took forever, his mind grasping at thoughts to help bring him to the edge.

As much as he loved his boyfriend he was just too sweet for his own good, (Name) craved desperately to be thrown down and taken like an animal. He worried he just wasn’t attractive enough to bring out that side of his boyfriend but he always shrugged the thoughts off.

He tried not to sigh too loud as he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would take him quick.

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(B/N) woke up to the sound of moaning, shocked eyes landing on another man sliding his cock into his boyfriend. All he could do was gape and stare as he watched his boyfriend moan the loudest he ever had, pleasure filling his voice. Large hands slid up (Names) chest, lifting his shirt. Hands played with his nipples as he was ground into the bed. “Pleeease, stuff me.” (Name) mumbled out, half awake and tongue hanging out mouth.

(B/N) couldnt believe his eyes, he’d never seen (Name) like this. “G-god harder! Please!” (Names) eyes finally opened, looking behind him and seeing no one. His shocked eyes landed on his boyfriend. “A-aah, (B/N)!” (Name) moaned as he was fucked deep, eyes staring at his boyfriend across the bed. “I-im sor-sorrry.” He slurred out through moans, eyes hazed.

“Have you ever had him like this? Moaning like a bitch in heat?” Masky’s words had high pitched moans pouring from (Name). It felt too good to be true, it had to be a dream (Name) thought. He couldn’t see anyone behind him but he definitely heard and felt them, their cock filled him up, easily slamming into his prostate.

He came after another few thrusts, eyes rolling back and his back almost snapping as he arched. “He’s a good little puppy isn’t he?” Masky smirked as (Name) whined, huffing as he came down from his high. Masky’s hand wrapped around (Names) neck, pulling him flush to his chest.

Masky’s other arm restrained his arms, keeping them pinned to his sides as Masky continued to fuck him, except now his boyfriend could see everything going on. (B/N) couldn’t help but stare as Masky’s cock continued fucking into his boyfriend, going as deep as he could. (Name) whined at the overstimulation, lungs gasping for air. “Come play with his nipples.” Masky sounded more like he was ordering, (B/N) couldn’t help but comply, his cock straining hard against his pants. He looked into his boyfriends desperate eyes, finally clicking in his brain. (B/N) really liked seeing his boyfriend like this, he wanted to see that look on (Names) face again.

More moans poured from (Name). “Ah, please. N-no more.” He begged weakly, voice cracking. “You’re going to be a good little doggy and take all the cock you’re given like the good little whore you are.” (Name) groaned, chest arching into the warm mouth that had attached to one of them. (B/ns) tongue rolled around (Names) nipple, flicking the bud as his other hand teased (Names) other nipple between two digits.

(Name) felt his mind liquidate under the pleasure, another orgasm quick to tear through his body. A loud scream left (Name) as he was forced through another orgasm, his mind blank as he flopped back against Masky. Cold filled him and he let out a shocked moan, whoever inside of him pulling out.

(Name) tried to apologise to (BF/N) and instead was silence with a kiss, his boyfriend pushing him into the mattress. His boyfriend moved him until he was on top, grinding their hips together as he looked up at (Name). He grinned up at (Name) before pulling him down onto his cock, throwing his usual care out the window. (Bf/n) slammed (Name) down onto his cock, intent on drilling every moan he could from his lover.

(Name) let out a moan of pain, the sudden feeling of a hand yanking his hair making him jump. Wide eyes staring at nothing. He felt something cold press to his lips and catiously opened his mouth, only to choke when what he could only assume was a cock, was shoved into his mouth.

The cold sensation was a huge contrast to how hot (names) body felt, sticky with sweat as his boyfriend had him ride him. Choked moans left as another orgasm washed over (name), body shaking as he ground down on his boyfriends cock. (Bf/n) came clenching (names) hips, leaving indents and bruises. He lay panting after, watching as someone transparent fucked (names) mouth. (Bf/n) bit his lip as he watched (name), eyes fixated on his throat.

(Name) let out a load whine as he was pulled off, cringing at the taste in his mouth. (Bf/n) was quick to pull him into his arms, cuddling him close.

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kenlvry · 1 year

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omg can I ask the first time the boys meet the reader they were beat up by the reader for insulting something (e.g their cat or something) or they made a crude joke? Basically almost like Annie Leonhart and stuff xjsjdjjs

beating up the boys

an; helloooo, anyways i was skimming through my requests and found this, love the concept and cute pic, i screenshotted it hihi, hope you like this! everyone is aged up, 17-18 in craigs you didnt beat him up but yeaaa just read

kenny mccormick

when he first met you , kyle brought you over to stans house where you all hung out. the other two didn't seem bothered by your presence and he asked who you were , kyle introduced you saying you knew tips on the game they were about to play, kenny thought you were attractive and complemented you "damn you got fine ass" kenny blurted that out smirking, the other three knew how you were and you didn't like the perverted comment he made, you straight up slapped him, bro he was shook. no girl ever reacted that way, they always blushed, he was determined that next time you'd blush at him. so he spent weeks flirting with you and by now he realize he got a fat crush on you and just know the flirtings are way more intense.

stan marsh

kenny brought the others to your house because you had a pool and asked if he and the other can play in it, you agreed having known kenny a while now and wanting to meet his other friends. they all came over and greeted you, you were homeschooled so you didn't have that many friends. while they were admiring your house your sphynx cat came over and meowed demanding you feed him, cartman had a cat of his own so he didn't care and kyle wasn't the type to judge a cat, stan however was disgusted, man he made the most foul faces "ew what is that its so ugly why doesn't it have fur?!!" you stopped your tracks and stared at him, kenny knew how defensive you were abt your cat "omg stan say sorry" before stan could reply a hit was blown to his face, you punched him. "get the fuck out and don't even think about swimming in my pool bitch" stan ran away and wanted to say sorry but everytime he saw you at the parks you flipped him off, he tried everything. by the time he bought you flowers just to make you forgive him, he knew he was inlove. the next time he saw you he was all nervous and looked like he was about to puke.

kyle brofloski

the four of them were out at the mall looking for things to do when you bumped into them, he remembered you because last week you came over to stans house to hang out, kyle was supposed to be there but he got sick. the other three greeted you knowing you for a while now after the meet up, kyle introduced himself to you and apologized for not showing up. he then ask what you four were playing at stans house "oh dude you shouldve come over we all played wrestling and y/n kicked ass" kyle laughed, "damn your all weak af, shes a girl her punches mustve been weak" in a desperate attempt to get closer to you he blurted out the most overused misogynistic joke ever "oh shit i didn't mea-" he felt his cheek sting and realized you had punched him "weak? dont make me laugh" you walked off, the next day he tried everything to get your attention and say sorry, you ignored him and he was in tears bro, he would 'unintentionally' bump into you, would try to help you with homework everything bro. in class while he was staring at you thinking about tactics and he realized how pretty you were. he started blushing like crazy, you now realize how kyle doesn't come and beg you to forgive him rather he stares at you from afar and whenever you made eyecontact he'd look away all smiley

eric cartman

bro is foul, when he first met you he made the most misogynistic joke ever like he cracked so many jokes without even looking at your death face. you just stared at him while he was calling you the other words for female. he realized it was silent and looked over at kyle stan and kenny who was dead silent and nervously looking at the floor "why aren't you laughing?? you know i make good jokes" and then before he could make another sexist joke you kicked him in his nuts, and punched him "fuck you asshole lets see you try making kids 6 years from now" you walk away and stopped "if anyone even wants you that is" you continued, bro the other three broke out laughing you were foul for that 😭😭. cartman wasn't happy, everytime he saw you at school he'd glare and make sexist jokes that were loud so you can here but everytime you stared back he'd stop. he tried everything to get your attention, even at lunch all he talks about is you "shut the fuck up fatass, at this point you might as well make her your girlfriend" cartman was offended but the more he thought about it the more right kyle was. damn, he is lovestruck, no girl has ever did that to him. so now he tries being closer to you, you were friends and you didnt want to be close friends but cartman was desperate, hmmm you wonder why...?

craig tucker

like always he flips everyone off so it was no different when he first met you, you greeted him so nicely but you just get a middle finger "dude what the hell is wrong with you, fucking jerk go stick your middle finger somewhere else" craig was a little shocked you actually fought back, usually people just get offended and stayed silent. "I'll stick it up your moms ass" he said proudly, he thought he was funny for that but you looked sad and your eyes were glassy you ran away wiping your tears discreetly "dude what the hell her mom died 5 days ago, thats the whole reason she came here" kyle said, everyone knew because they greeted you when you first moved in. craig felt so bad, when he saw you in class he tried talking to you but you flipped him off, he took it as a note you were not in the mood of talking, during lunch he tried talking to you again but you flipped him off again!! now he knew what other people felt fr, its been a week now and you don't know how many times you've flipped Craig off now, people started calling you Craig's long lost twin. craig was going crazy over you, he would look at you during class, find time to talk to you and even planning to go to your house just so he can apologize. "craig, stop staring at y/n, just go confess already" Craig got sent back to reality by cartman, and he was right maybe he should go confess. he knew what he felt for you wasn't just because he wanted to say sorry but because he liked you. this Friday he'll both apologize and confess, bro already bought the flowers and everything , you better be ready to be titled as craigs girlfriend

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jacksfandomrandom · 3 months

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~Starved~

Summary: Vaggie feels like she needs to skip meals and starve herself after she realizes she's gained weight. Charlie recognizes this behaviors and stops it before it gets worse

TW: Eating disorders!!

It wasn’t rare for Vaggie to have a cluster fuck of negative emotions. She had an insane amount of religious guilt, even though she’s now in hell. The way she viewed herself wasn’t exactly healthy. She didn’t think of herself as equal to others. She thought of herself as filth who doesn’t even deserve kindness. I mean, how could she? She’s a waste of space.so you could say that waking up to these thoughts weren’t her ideal way of waking up.

Vaggie sat up in bed and stretched, accidentally smacking Charlie who was doing the same.

“Sorry, I forgot i had them for a sec,” Vaggie apologized.

“No, no, Its okay, you’re not used to them,” Charlie assured. She slid out of bed and went to go get ready. Vaggie followed her as well.

Charlie had showered the night before so she skipped doing it this morning. So while vaggie was in the shower, Charlie did her morning routine. The thing she didn’t notice though, was how Vaggie wasn’t her usual self. Luckily they had a shower curtain so Charlie couldn’t see tears in Vaggies eyes.

As she was showering Vaggie looked down and noticed she now had a bit of a gut. She wasn’t as skinny as Charlie due to her intense training. If anything she was meaty and a bit chubby. It made her feel like shit.

She tried not to panic as she saw it. It looked so big. How could Charlie ever like this disgusting creature? She used to be fit. The, she realized something. She had been overeating. The stress of heaven and Charlie finding out about her being an angel mustve made her begin to stress eat. She remembered all of those times she snuck into the pantry and fridge. Looking back on it, she felt ashamed. What an ugly monster she was.

Slowly, she stepped out of the showered and dried herself off. The scale against the wall looked menacingly at her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She knew it would make her feel worse but she needed to know. So, walking at a slow pace, she stepped on the scale.

178

Shit. She gained. Tears fell out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She quickly dried them off. Not only was she hideous, but she was also pathetic.

She stepped off and went to get ready. Her wings very much needed to be preened but she didn’t feel like doing so. Why would she want to take care of something that caused others so much pain? Her wings reminded her of the things she’s done. They made her feel even more ashamed of herself. So she skipped preening them for now.

After getting changed and drying her hair, she walked downstairs. In the kitchen, she saw Charlie was cooking something. Feeling tired and icky, Vaggie walked up behind and wrapped her arms around her waist. She was too short for her neck.

“Hey, hon, You want some eggs?” Charlie asked.

Vaggie pulled away from Charlie’s warmth and took a look at the scrambled eggs. They actually looked really good. They had some peppers and onions in them as well as a bit of cheese. She wanted to say yes, but stopped herself.

“Um, no thanks, I’m good. Not exactly hungry just yet,” She answered nervously.

“You sure? You know Angel will devour them when he gets down here,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Vaggie said. She didn’t know all that much about health, but she did know that if you eat too much, you gain, so if you skip eating, surely you’ll lose weight.

Vaggie went to sit on the couch in the lobby and wait for the rest to come down so they could begin activities. But smelling the food charlie was cooking made her stomach growl. She needed something to curb this hunger. So she began to chew on her lip, not having any gum available.

Little by little, the residents trickled down the elevator and met up in the kitchen. They seemed to be having fun and joking around in the kitchen. Vaggie felt left out and excluded but she knew that if she went into that kitchen, she'd ruin herself.

Finally, after what felt like forever, everyone came into the lobby’s common area.

“Alright everyone! Before we begin, I’d just like to congratulate Angel on making incredible progress. He hasn’t sexually harassed any residents at all this week!” Charlie announced.

Vaggie could barely pay attention. All she could focus on was how much better everyone else looked and acted. Angel actually had something on his chest, Charlie had the perfect body weight, and Nifty actually seemed happy. Damn, she wished she had good mental health.

Before she even realized, she was staring at Angel’s perfect body.

“Oi tit-less, you see something you wish ya had?” He teased her. She looked away and blushed.

“Angel, I just congratulated you, don’t make me take it back,” Charlie warned.

“Fine, fine,” he groaned. She spoiled his fun.

The activity that they would be doing was going out and advertising the hotel. They would split up into groups and meet back at the hotel later. So Charlie and Vaggie walked down the streets together, handing out a couple of fliers and trying to get people's attention. This one guy from afar seemed to be eyeing them. Charlie saw him and thought he was looking to get a flyer. Vaggie however, thought he was judging them. She had her wings out but quickly put them away. She didn’t want anyone else seeing her angelic wings.

The man did come over to take a flier but then left.

A group of people walked down the side walk that they were handing the fliers out on. They looked like teenage assholes.

“Ay, fat-ass, go fucking kill youself and free the princess from having pity-sex with you,” The group of boys burst out in laughter. Well, now we know why they were in hell.

Vaggie really wanted to spear them but just couldn’t find the motivation. They were probably right. Why fight the truth?

Charlie’s demon form came right out though and she began growling at them. They just laughed at her and skedaddled.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about those boys, Vaggie. You know I would never love you out of pity,” Charlie reassured her. Even though she knew deep down Charlie loved her, the boy’s insults felt real.

“It’s alright, lets just go home,” Vaggie said. The sadness in her tone was incredibly obvious to Charlie that she was hurt by the comments.

“How about I take you out to lunch?” Charlie offered, hoping a date would help her feel better.

“I’m fine, can we go home?” Vaggie asked once again, a sense of urgency in her voice. She didn’t know why she was so hurt by this. Why did she feel like crying? It was pathetic. She needed to collect herself

“Vaggie, you haven’t eaten all day-”

“I said I’m fine, Charlie!” Vaggie snapped. Charlie looked hurt but also worried.

“I’ll see you at the hotel,” Vaggie walked off.

Back at the hotel, Vaggie stormed into the building. She went over to the bar and poured herself a shot before slamming it down and going upstairs. She needed to distract herself. Usually Charlie would help but she had just yelled at her. Oh shit. Vaggie realized that she had snapped at her girlfriend. Some partner she was.

She ran into her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She hugged Charlie’s pillow. The scent of Charlie still lingered, providing a little bit of comfort.

It was about 4:45 when Charlie and the rest returned. Charlie went up to their room, knowing that was where Vaggie would be.

“Hey, You okay? You don’t normally snap like that…” she walked in and sat on the bed where Vaggie was laying.

“I know, and I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to you. I was just having a bad day,” Vaggie mumbled. Charlie took off her shoes and laid down in bed too, facing towards her. Out of habit, Vaggie immediately snuggled into her chest. The princess held her as they cuddled in bed together.

After about 20 minutes, Charlie stopped cuddling her and got out of the bed. Vaggie rubbed her eyes. She was so close to falling asleep.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I have to make dinner. Everyone’s going to eat together tonight, remember?” She said, putting her blazer back on.

“Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll just stay here,” Vaggie told her. That gave Charlie an idea. She’ll make Vaggie’s favorite tonight!

As Charlie made dinner, Vaggie mentally prepared as she dreaded suppertime.

Eventually, Charlie called everyone down to come enjoy the meal she made. As vaggie walked downstairs, she couldn’t help but feel weird. Her legs were shaky and she felt a bit light-headed.

As she sat down at the table with everyone else, she saw the meal that Charlie had made. It was her favorite type of empanada and spanish rice. She felt so grateful. Her stomach was so hungry. It was about to eat itself.

So when Charlie sat down and told them to dig in, Vaggie ate. It was delicious. Well, it wasn’t fully authentic but she hadn’t had food from her culture in a long time.

Halfway through her seconds, she began to feel guilty. She knew it was wrong. Her stomach was already bloating and she felt so full. She froze right when the spoon was about to enter her mouth. She put it down.

What had she done?! She looked down at her big stomach and panicked. She needed to get rid of the food she just devoured. How? Then she got an idea. She was going to throw it up. She needed to do it right now. She was obsessing too much to have patience and wait till dinner was over.

“M-may I be excused?” Vaggie asked, panicky.

“Yes but-” before Charlie could even finish her sentence, Vaggie booked it.

“Vaggie?! Shit, I'll be right back,” Charlie told them before following her. Vaggie had already gotten a head start but Charlie knew where she was heading. To their room.

Vaggie ran up the stairs and into the room. She needed this nauseous full feeling to go away! Running into the bathroom, she grabbed her tooth brush and kneeled before the toilet. She shoved the teeth cleaning stick and made it hit the back of her throat. Not even a second passed and she heaved into the toilet, throwing a mix of rice, meats and vegetables up into the water of the bowl. she did it again and again until something pulled her toothbrush gripped hand away from her body.

“Stop!” She heard Charlie yell. She looked up from the half digested dinner in the bowl and saw her. Out of nowhere she began sobbing. Full blown ugly crying. It was so sudden that Charlie didn’t know what to do. Vaggie felt so disgusted that she needed to do this in order to feel good about herself. Charlie probably fucking hates her because of this. Just seeing Charlie’s concerned face made her want to puke, cry, and die all over again.

“Hey, hey, shh, shh, I’m not mad,” Charlie tried to comfort her. She gently took the tooth brush out of her hand and wiped it off with a bit of toilet paper before throwing it into the sink. It was pretty gross but then again, she’s done worse things with Vaggie when it came to cleanliness.

Vaggie sobbed harder. Why was she such a damn mess? She needed to be better, a protector, but her body just wanted her to wail. It felt like she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.

“Sh, shh, its okay, babe, I love you,” Charlie pulled her away from the toilet bowl and hugged her from the side. Charlie rocked her, held her, rubbed her back, played with her hair, and gave her a scalp massage until she calmed down. It took a while as Vaggie was very emotional, but that’s okay. Vaggie didn’t cry often, so Charlie just assumed it was all coming out right then and there.

“M sorry, I don’t know why I was crying,” She said once she was finished.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize for crying,” Charlie threatened, “but we can talk about that later. Do you mind telling me why you were forcing yourself to throw up?”

Vaggie looked down. Charlie still had a comforting hand rubbing her back.

“I-... I don’t want to look like this…” she explained, “I’m so fucking hideous. I’m getting chubby. I don’t like that! I- I- I don’t want to look like that!” She began to panic now.

“Hey, Hey, shhh, deep breaths,” Charlie instructed. Vaggie inhaled deeply and held it for a couple of seconds before exhaling, feeling much calmer.

“M- My depressive thoughts were really bad today. When I showered, I weighed myself and found out I gained weight. A lot too. It didn’t feel good and it made me so obsessive and anxious. I’ve been stress eating too and I just want to stop eating altogether so the weight will be gone,” She explained.

Charlie looked at her with a concerned, yet supportive face. She was very worried for her mental health. She new that Vaggie sometimes dealt with depression and obsessive thoughts but never knew they were this bad. She just wished she knew sooner and could help her before it got too bad.

“Look. I don’t care about your weight or what you look like. You’re beautiful no matter what. I love you for you. I know it may seem small compared to all your thoughts but trust me, you are amazing,” She took one of Vaggie’s hand’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “Now about what to do next, I get it if you don’t feel like eating. I won’t force you to do anything but I can help you with the stress eating stuff. Would you like that?”

Vaggie nodded. Dealing with that would probably be healthier than starving herself but she still didn’t exactly want to eat. It’s already become sort of a habit. Twice every week she would skip two meals a day. But sometimes, she’ll stress eat and consume a lot of snacks on those days. So she didn’t like the idea of having to eat at meal times on her specific skip days.

“Remember, you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you whenever you need to talk about your emotions or just need to cry,” Charlie told her.

“Charlie?” Vaggie looked up at her

“Yeah?” they snuggled closer to each other.

“I love you”

#charlie x vaggie #hazbin hotel #chaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel angst

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if-mirrormine · 10 months

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the morning after

summary: the follow up to drunken confessions

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: idk bestie alot

based on the request: you had a drabble that was grayson drunkenly confession his love to mc at a party and it was chefs kiss and i remember sending an anon message saying that i think a follow up of the next day would be amazing. i can't find the ask anymore but think in my original anon message it was something like they talk about it and mc reciprocated and they get together the next day (yay fluff) and it's either the day before or the day of callies birthday party and they're planning on telling everyone at the party but oh no mc never shows up and grayson only got to live his dream for a few hours before mc goes missing for 10 years be (yay angst). You replied like "sounds like a good drabble idea" and bestie I haven't stopped thinking about it since

**unedited//this is kinda all over the place and idk how good it really is but i think my eyes will start bleeding if i look at it any longer**

request a drabble here!

grayson wakes with a start and a pounding in his head that rocks his senses. he pauses, willing his headache away and failing miserably. groaning, he slumps back onto the bed and drags a hand through his hair.

he feels movement beside him and squinting in the harsh light of the morning, he sees mc sitting next to him on top of the duvet, their laptop on their lap. they pause their work to smile at him.

"morning, sleepyhead!" they say as they reach for a glass of water on the side table and hand it to him. "i was wondering when you'd rise from your coma."

he takes the glass and drinks from it greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. "what time is it?"

they hum. "a little past eight."

he groans again, leaning over the mc to put the glass back on the side table. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?

they scoff before going back to their work. "you don't think i tried? you sleep like the dead, gray."

he hums in reply and lies back down on his pillows, his arm slung over his eyes. now that he's more awake, his headache has worsened to a steady throbbing behind his eyes. his mind drifts back to the night before and everything he did to get to where he is now. he remembers the party and drinking way more than he usually would, losing the mc somewhere along the way and reuniting with them. telling them he’s in love with them. twice.

embarrassment takes over, flooding his sense and twisting his stomach. he can’t believe he was so reckless, he should never be allowed to drink again. the thought alone of what they must think of him is makes him groan again, his face buried in hands.

"gray?" they say, nudging his side. "you okay over there?"

i don't think i'll ever be okay again, he thinks to himself but all that manages to come out of his mouth is a muffled, petulant no.

they shuffle on the bed next to him, the old bed frame creaking slightly and he peeks out from under his arm to see them leaning over him. "is it your head? i think there's some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet, if you want." he's quick to shake his head, groaning when that only exacerbates his headache, and they chuckle softly. "only you would martyr yourself over a hangover," they tut, staring down at him in amusement. "wait here, i'll go get them for you."

they're off the bed and out of his room before he can even comprehend it. with another groan, he sits up and, glancing down at himself, he realises that he's in pajama bottoms and one of his sleep shirts. he barely remembers getting home let alone changing into sleepwear which means the mc mustve done it for him. somehow that's even more embarassing than his drunken confession.

"here you go, gronk," they say, suddenly reappearing next to him with two white tablets and his half filled glass of water. he takes the medication and swallows it down in one fluid motion before turning to look at his best friend with a critical eye. they don't seem to be out of sorts. there's no pity in their eyes when they look at him, put off by the idea of him being in love with them for the past six years. no, it's as if the whole thing didn't even happen. they're still mc, he's still grayson. best friends. nothing more, nothing less. for all his hoping though, he knows that's not the case.

"so," he starts, clearing his throat, his anxiety at the situation rises to new levels. "about last night -"

"you mean your love confession?" they clarify and his eyes widen exponentially. this can't be real, he thinks. lord, if you're out there, kill me now please. despite his embarrassment though, they can't keep from smiling at them. "i was wondering when you'd bring that up."

"i- um... i-i don't know what you're talking about," he says quickly, his face burning red and his eyes anywhere but their face.

they pout at him, reaching out to take his face in their hand. "don't chicken out on me now, donohue. you know how long i've been waiting for you to finally say those words?"

he's looking at them now, only half because they're forcing him to by holding his face, and he can't believe the loving smile on their lips. "what?" is all he manages to get out and it makes them chuckle, his cheeks somehow getting even warmer.

"gosh, do i need to spell it for you, gray?" they move their hands from his face to his shoulders, where they proceed to lightly shake him, mindfully of his pounding head. "i love you too!"

"you do?" the words don't make sense in his ears, in his mind. the mc loving him? no, that can't be. he must be going deaf. or crazy. yeah, definitely crazy. sure, he's a little young to be going senile already but there's obviously no other explanation, right?

they laugh again and return their hands to his face. without another word spoken between them, they pull him close, kissing him softly and stealing all the air from his lungs.

he freezes momentarily, unable to comprehend that this is truly happening, but his hands are settling on their hips and pulling them closer. im dead, he thinks. ive died and gone to heaven.

it feels like an eternity has passed before they pull away. still stunned, he peels his eyes open to look at them, that smile of theirs that he loves so much spurring one of his own into existence.

"believe me now?" they quip and he shakes his head slowly, his lips parted and still tingling.

"no," he says, breathless. "maybe if you kissed me again."

amused, they lean forward and give him a peck on the lips, so quick it might as well have not happened at all, and he pouts, following after them when they leave.

"don't tease me," he whines and their smile widens slightly. "why didn't you say anything?"

they shrug. "i was too nervous. guess that makes us even, huh?"

he wraps his arms around them and pulls them onto his lap, resting his forehead against theirs. "say it again."

they hum, their arms going around his neck. "that i love you?"

"yes."

"i love you, gray."

"i love you more."

they're about to protest when he kisses them again. he kisses them long and soft, like he's wanted to every day for past six years and he doesn't stop until his lungs are empty. and even then, he attempts to go back for more.

laughing, they press their index against his lips as they sit back on his lap. "easy tiger," they say. "don't want you suffocating on me."

again, he pouts. "'m making up for lost time." he doesn't know where the boldness - or the neediness - comes from but he chooses not to think about it too much. he's waited for this moment for a long time and now that's it here, he doesn't want it to end.

"sorry, gray; ive gotta put my foot down here," they laugh. "ive got a busy day of errands and you're already late for class."

"i can miss one class," he attempts but they simply shush him again, now using their whole hand to cover his mouth.

"not on your life, mister." against all of his muffled protests, they climb off his lap, moving to the other side of the bed where their laptop sits, turning it off before looking back at him. "youve waited so long, what's a few more hours until callie's party?"

he shakes his head vehemently, ignoring his headache for time being. "nope, can't do it," he insists. "i'll die before then."

"you're so dramatic," they say with a roll of their eyes before moving to kiss his forehead. "school first. and then i'm all yours at seven."

"do you promise?"

"pinky swear."

hooking his pinky finger around theirs, he can't keep the smile off his face. "okay. seven o'clock then."

"seven o'clock," they agree and with one last chaste kiss, he watches them climb off his bed and leave his room, laptop in hand. he lies back down and rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his face into a pillow and screaming in excitement.

he can already tell that this is going to be a great day.

#i didnt follow the request exactly #mainly because well know what happenes next #and if u dont #go read the prologue lmao #anyway #i finally finished it #hope it lives up to the first part🤪#mm: grayson #mirror mine

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iridescentpull · 6 months

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me taking qpacs and doctovo's (richas) consult and making it angsty (sorry my demons took over):

ANYWAYS do you think the reason richas was rping as doctovo in the first place was so he could have an excuse to see how qpac was really doing after everything he went through? how the first thing he noticed when he woke up in the egg hospital was how tired, bruised and skinny his pai looked?

dont think about him finally learning how his father's mental health is, how hopeless and unmotivated he is/was. dont think about him being worried sick over how underweight qpac is, even with qpac trying to reassure him that it mustve been the food he was eating. dont think about richas writing everything down and during the night, after qpac is asleep, he tries to come up with ideas on how to help his pai.

#qsmp #qsmp pac #pactw #qsmp richarlyson #richarlyson #tw weight talk #im going feral im going insane im frothing at the mouth #with every day that passes the more this cubito makes me sad #i might actually write something with this #no promises though #aynee rambles

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gardenofskeletonss · 6 months

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im watching another playthrough of raincode and im just now realizing why vivia was SO ANNOYING about the " if you see the truth everything will be ruined " thing, and i just connected it to his dlc. to him, he never had a "home" or someone to "go back to", and he was ready to move onto the spirit world when ryo said to think it over. to vivia, yakou was this peace and quiet, his " home ", someone to GO BACK TO. yakou cared about vivia enough to go looking for him when he got lost in the elevator, and that makes vivia realizes someone CARES, he has to STAY ALIVE for SOMEONE. so when yuma is trying to figure out the ch4 case, he constantly says things like " stop seeking the truth " " the truth will hurt " " was the truth worth it ", because vivia and yuma are the same in that regard. they had no known family, no home, and hell yuma didn't even have memories. vivia mustve known how much it hurt to know your home was going to die / commit a crime. it makes everything a lot worse when you realize yakou was manipulated both by yomi AND makoto for their own gain, when all yakou wanted was to stay out of their reach. he wanted peace and quiet like vivia did, all while being manipulated to do something he never wanted to do. ive seen other people play this game and realize that yakou is SO SMART but he always cowards away and tries to stay out of trouble, only for him to show just how smart he is and murdr another. i think he's such a tragic character. vivia just wanted to protect everyone's home 💔

#thinking a bit too much #help im sad now #fubuki clockford #halara nightmare #mdarc #yuma kokohead #shinigami #master detectives #rain code #makoto kagutsuchi #vivia twilight #yakou furio #master detective archives spoilers #master detective archives: rain code #mdarc spoilers #viviakou

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ybetzarts · 3 months

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Had this idea some days ago for my oc

Kid insists on accompanying his father doing guardian duties...he struggles to keep himself awake tho. He's trying his very best🌙

[Character info and sketch below⬇️]

Kaya (am going with this name for now. sounds like a girl's name to be quiet honest. where i got the name from, i might share someday) this was him at 4 yrs old

Did a digi art of him before (aaand, he needs some serious redesigning)

- pronounced as 'ka-ya (like the 'kaya' in kayak, but less sharp, more air)

- the eldest (of the five)

- mellow (youd think otherwise coz of how fierce he may look sometimes<-when he got older

- too empathetic some might say. He's so emotional too, openly expresses how he feels, when he feels comfortable or ok with sharing. Well except when he's mad, that, he tries to hide.

- He once, or more than once, cried as a child when he heard about his father being the last of his kind, stranded and alone for many years. He pitied his father. Between tears, Kaya would express how sad it mustve been. Knuckles finds it...well he would chuckle, but man, that kid's got an admirable heart of gold. Bawled his eyes out when his father told him that theres two of them now after all those years blah blah blah. "Thought I' was gonna be the last of my kind, 'til you came along. Aint that great, bud?"

- his hands/claws(similar to real life echidnas) are too heavy/too dense than normal. Kaya used to cry a lot about it, "It hurts." He trained himself and used this to his advantage. He's a slow runner due to this, but still fast enough to catch bad guys

- he has a strong desire to follow his father's footsteps—be a guardian

- Likes sculpting and carving motifs, ancient and original motifs, out of almost any material...carries an all-purpose pocket knife for carving, crafting spears and arrows, etc.

- he cant be easily deceived, he can see right through you, he jus senses them

🌟Might update this🌟

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #knuckles the echidna #sonic fanchild #sonic oc #ybetzarts #am not great with dialogues...#pls go easy on me #words sounded better in my head #it sucks HNGGGG XD

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jaemified · 7 months

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I COULD NEVER LIE TO YOU.

“maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were. or maybe you just never tried to understand me.”

☆ pairing ; toxic bf lee chan x fem reader

☆ genre ; hurt, ANGST, no comfort, toxic relationship, y/n vents but she has no one, slightly suggestive content

☆ warnings ; swearing, drinking, implied substance abuse, mentions of cheating and sex, y/ns insecure af (and only cz he made her that way), chans a gaslight and manipulator but also very possessive !!

☆ wordcount ; 0.9k

☆ synopsis ; youve been struggling with a toxic relationship for years now, but you had no one to tell that to, or anyone thatd believe you at least. so while your boyfriend slips out for the night to god knows where, you use this time to write down and express everything youve bottled up all this time.

☆ kona speaks ! - i think its funny how i always start with swearing in cw when its not anywhere near the worst thing in the story LMAOAOAOA anyway sorry i havent uploaded in FOREVER.. college is so hard (+i love my new format! all my drafts from the past 2 months are written like this:))

!disclaimer!, this is a pure work of fiction and is not in any way related to chan and his personality! purely for entertainment purposes only, and for me to express some thoughts :)

READ BELOW THE CUT

OCTOBER 31, 2023

you had left me on my own yet again. its not like i had any true friends left to be with anyway, after you scared them all off, that is.

who knows where you couldve gone.

no, the real you.

my sweet, sweet channie i fell in love with all those years ago.

where could you have gone?

maybe i wasnt good enough, maybe i wasnt pretty enough.

or maybe you werent understanding enough.

i always thought it was me, but maybe it was you all this time.

i like to think back at when we were last happy, god. that mustve been ages ago, just about.

it was.. my 16th birthday?

-my 16th birthday-

it was.. the day we had to put my dog down. my puppy since i was young. i remember it all clearly now.

i was..

-i was..-

we, we were 17.

mmm, my dog was probably my best friend. the realest one in a while.

i remember how you were there for me, even took me to my favorite donut shop to distract me while you tried so hard to make me laugh.

it worked.

i wish you were still you when we were young.

my sweet channie.

where could you have gone?

i could care less about your whereabouts.

i could care less about how you told me i was lying and that you knew i loved you whenever i tried expressing how i felt about us now.

but maybe i just want to be loved again.

maybe i just want to feel something again.

and i know it cant be with you.

i remember the last time you brought me out we were at mingyus halloween party last year.

nobody could find you, so i went to look for you myself.

i noticed your location was still shared with me, and not any of your friends.

so i tracked you to our car.

-our-

i tracked you to your car.

(since nothing that was yours was mine anyway)

and there you were.

fucking some random girl in the backseat.

that was the last day i saw any of my friends.

you never let me out again.

“you cant go, youll just be in my way.” you said before you left for soonyoungs christmas party.

“you cant go, i cant bare to see you hurt again.” you told me before i was about to leave to my own birthday party planned by my friends.

“you cant go, youll just play victim in front of all my friends and cry about how i fucked another girl.” you told me before you left a few hours ago.

i never know with you. but, i know deep down you care.

somewhere.

its always how y/n cant go here, y/n cant do this. or, shes too busy, we have something planned, shes not home.

even in the way you always spoke over me i knew you were just trying to speak for me.

but what about you?

why cant i have a say in anything you do? why do i get everything taken from me? why did you scare off all my friends and even make your friends hate me too?

you always came home high or on something whenever a different girl each time, dropped you off after you came back from a different party.

i never missed the way theyd look at me.

as if you said something about me.

because you know i never forget the look on someones face

it wasnt till later when i found out from wonwoo that everything you did to me, you told those girls thats what i did to you.

i learned to be quiet though.

i learned to sit there and smile, and just take it.

there was nothing i could do though, theres nothing that couldve changed your actions.

i mean, i cant control you.

so why can you control me?

the channie i knew from when we were 20 wouldve consoled me and been there for me.

the channie i knew from when we were 15 wouldve just laughed about how mr seo accidentally buzzed his head in the boys locker room.

the channie i knew from when we first met in grade school wouldnt even have thought about doing half the things you do now.

so where did we go wrong?

i still think about that.

was it, when we hit puberty?

was it, when we moved out?

was it, when we graduated?

our first date?

the day i found out you cheated?

y/n scoffed as she looked at the giant brown teddy bear in the corner of the room that chan had won for her on their first date.

she let out an annoyed sigh, thinking back, looking back at whatever point in time that couldve even reflected a glimpse of this change in him.

it was too subtle, but too sudden, for her to even remember.

she took a sip of her ginger ale before picking up her pen and scribbling some more in her diary that only she had the key to.

who knows what he’d do if he saw all the things she said about him.

you really werent much help.

nevertheless, i still love you.

i really fucking love you.

i know you do too.

i know a part of you inside still cares for me.

i could even cry thinking about it.

yeah, i realize i dont get out much.

but you never hurt me.

physically, at least.

the emotional damage is beyond repair though.

but i know theres still a bit of the you from our youth left.

i see it in the way you look at me.

no matter how mad,

how upset,

how happy,

how sad you were,

whether you were high,

whether you were drunk,

even when we were younger too.

you always looked at me the same.

that softened gaze and warm eyes.

the eyes never change. the eyes dont lie.

i mean, you could deny it (which id only laugh if you tried), but your eyes tell.

maybe thats why im still holding on.

maybe im just waiting for the boy i first fell in love with to randomly come back.

the chances are slim.

but i still hope.

im holding on.

by a thread, at least.

not like you’d let me leave anyway.

i could say how theres still love left within us

probably, somewhere

but when was the last time we were genuinely happy?

what do you get out of this?

because it isnt happiness. it cant be. you wouldnt be here if you were.

we’re both miserable. i see it and feel it.

it’s like, im just here for you.

i can understand the pressure though.

everyone would ask “how did you make it through college?” “how did you make it through high school?”

they dont understand though. you kinda made me

-you kinda made me-

they dont understand though.

i mean,

maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were

or maybe you just never tried to understand me.

i could tell you all of these things.

but i couldnt.

because i could never ‘lie’ to you.

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homosexualmorelikehomiesexual · 5 months

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god i fucking love venetia and i wish ppl would talk abt her more

like. the way her response to everything is to watch and laugh. everything her utterly ridiculous family does. because she *sees* it. watching oliver listen in on elspeth gossiping about him, *laughing* as he tries to find an in, laughing because hes doing exactly what she does: *observe*. walking in just as elpseth starts talking about pamelas husband bc she knows her mother thinks shes a whore and doesnt want her to hear about available older men. the box blonde hair with the roots showing and still-dark eyebrows, unlike elspeths perfect dye job. the lived in black nail polish. a discarded toy with chipped paint, a shiny thing. the sequins and glitter on every outfit, looking more like Poor Dear Pamela than a catton. the way she sees pamela be humiliated for not knowing who shelley is, so she tells her a little bit about him. except its fake. a ghost story. but felix and elspeth get chills bc they think its real. the way she may notve felt threatened by oliver from the start, because she wasnt in danger yet, but she was figuring it out. when he came outside in less clothes than her and then made a show of offering her a blanket, playing humble, then making a performance of being cold, playing foolish and charming. the air quotes in her voice when she calls oliver "real" because she can see that hes not. hes faking the way rich people fake being real and down to earth, just like she does. except he does it better than her and better than last years one. a seethrough night dress, knowing oliver would see, but genuinely blindsided by the presumptuous attempt at domination. because suddenly the tactic has switched. hes not weak pretending to be powerful pretending to be weak. now hes powerful, pretending to be weak, pretending to be powerful. playing along to see where he'll go with it, and laughing when he switches tactics again. youve got a little something there. playing humbe again. i see. so you didnt really notice, someone mustve told you. playing along with it again at the table, laughing bc shes just toying with him. glancing at farleigh when she talks about the henries, bc she knows he knows. discarding oliver then immediately sitting in felix's lap. lying on a beach towel with the lesbian flag colors. at the party dressed in sequins talking to an older man. pouring an entire wine bottle out at the table. watching oliver at the funeral and it finally clicking, not for the first time, just everything slotting into place. stranger fucking danger.

the girl who was never trying to seduce oliver, just watching. watching him realize how the family works. watching the moon, because we're all about to lose our minds. the girl who knows her families game, and choses to just watch, her very presence showing their hand at every turn.

the girl who just went to have a look at the moon.

#finnposting #saltburn #venetia catton #rotating her in my mind!!!!!!!#finns saltburn tag

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