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jakes3resin · 2 days

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I know I promised Blonde Bucky soon, but can I interest anyone in Hallucination Bucky instead?

It's the jacket.

Bucky loved that stupid, awful, never clean monstrosity. Once it had be a pale cream, Gale's sure. Time and Bucky's usual ability to take care of himself and his things had quickly seen that the cream yellowed.

Buck had hated it. Gale still hates it.

"C'mon Buck," A familiar voice. "It's not that bad. You just have no eye for style."

Gale twitches towards the voice before he can stop himself. It's old habit, one that refuses to die.

"Jack took good care of it, don't you think? Even managed to get the worst of the staining out." Hands stretch out into Gale's line of sight reaching for his own. A flash of a sleeve. Gale turns his head. A sigh into his left ear. "Buck, please I'm sorry, okay? I know its hard, but I'm trying."

Gale shakes his head. He keeps his eyes on the horizon. Ken's leading his boys through a few repairs. Beyond him, pilots run training flights. Beyond them, Gale can't see but imagines a world holding it's breath. But perhaps he's just projecting.

"I should have been with you." The voice is mournful this time, a contrast to its usual vibrancy but one Gale has heard frequently the last few months. "Buck, please."

Gale turns a page in his book. He's heard this pleading before. There's nothing to forgive. He was never left behind.

"Buck, I'm sorry. Please, I shouldn't have gone to London. Forgive me?"

"Major Cleven?" A lieutenant Gale doesn't recognize walks up to him, not that Gale recognizes most of the men on base nowadays. They're all so new, and none of them let him forget the people they replaced. He stands just enough to Gale's left that he has to turn his head back. He keeps his eyes on the lieutenant.

"Apologies for interupting. I was sent to bring you to a briefing with Kidd."

"Not interupting a thing." Gale can hear the huff from the other, knows that if he turned his head just a degree he'd see hands on hips and rolled eyes. A yellow jacket that he hates. He slowly shuts his book not caring enough to mark the page. He hadn't read a word of it anyway.

"Not a problem," Gale lets the lieutenant guide him as if it was he that was new to Thorpe Abbotts. "Is this about the ceasefire?"

"I'm not sure, sir." The lieutenant won't meet his eye.

"It's gotta be!" Gale pretends the stutter in his step is the uneven gravel under his feet not the voice in his ear. "Jack better let you back in the air, I'm not missing this!"

"Here you are Major," The lieutenant's farewell is professional and respectful, Gale's is lackluster.

Jack's waiting for him. Gale can't look at him without remembering.

"Bucky would want you to have this."

The memory hits him like punch to the gut. He breathes out, air rattling around in a harsh burst he refuses to call a grunt. Jack doesn't notice, or if he does, he's good enough to not mention it.

"I've got you scheduled for a couple training flights starting tomorrow." Jack picks up a few different documents glancing through each before replacing them. He lists of a few times that Gale quietly memorizes. Jack won't meet Gale’s eye.

"Any word on the Germans?" Gale sees a hand reach out to tug a discarded document closer. A familiar sleeve comes into view, sheepskin ragged and dirty. He rips his eyes away.

"Not yet," Jack finally looks at Gale. "Smokey said you're good to go."

It's not a question, but Gale answers like it is.

"He did."

"Fit as a fiddle, though I still think he needs to gain a few more pounds."

Gale leans over the table too used to this chatter now. The documents Jack had been looking over are supply lists. The one tugged to the edge of the desk lists incoming flights from Paris.

"When would we go up?" Gale shudders as a familiar weight settles next to him intently reading the lists as well. Gale inches away.

"As soon as we get everyone trained up." Jack pulls out a map for Gale to look at. "Waiting for a few more shipments from the ports as well, but they'll be here before you're in the air tomorrow. All goes well, we'll be ready in a few days."

"Good," Gale pulls away. The voice to his side stays silent, but Gale doesn't look. It'll only makes things worse he's learned.

"That's all. Rosie will grab you tomorrow, so don't worry about anything else."

Gale nods taking the unspoken dismissal. Turning, his eyes jump to his left unbidden as someone drops something, instincts screaming at him to find the threat. An old yellow jacket fills his vision.

"How about some dinner Buck?" A bright grin graces familiar lips. "I'm sure the chow here will beat anything the Germans can make."

The idea of food turns his stomach, but he knows he needs to eat. Others will notice if he skips dinner, and he doesn't want his health called into question. He looks away.

"See you at dinner?" Gale turns back to Jack. The other's eyes watch him.

"Sure Buck," Jack puts down his papers. "Let's walk over now. You wouldn't believe the lines these days."

"That a fact?"

Jack falls into step at his right side Gale notices. A hand grips his left shoulder.

"Good job Buck." The touch fades away. A weight settles over his chest.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Rosie and Crosby join them, but no one seems to be in a jovial or talking mood. They're all so tired that a quiet farewell is the most any of them talk.

It's the silence Gale hates most, after that jacket, of course. He darts a look to his left, but he finds only Rosie, who meets his gaze with a small smile that Gale tries to return. He's not sure how he manages.

Gale avoids his bunk after dinner. Night has finally grabbed hold of the base, but he keeps away from his bed, from his trunk. From the trunk not his own under his bed gathering dust. He thinks of the jacket locked away there, unable to be returned to its rightful owner. He knows what awaits him there and turns away when the others head towards their quarters. He'll sleep another time.

The hardstands are quiet. No one's out wandering like him. The crews have been working all day to get the planes ready, and Gale's sure they're all glad to be prepping these planes for mercy rather than war.

Still, the silence unnerves him.

"Buck," A faint whisper in his ear. A hand clutching at his left shoulder. The sleeve of a jacket he knows in his peripheries. Gale shudders out his next breathe as tears prick at his eyes.

It's not John. He knows that. He's spent days telling himself to look away, to pretend he can't hear anything. Because he knows John is still somewhere in Germany. John is with the men. John is fine.

He's held tight to that mantra these last few days. Whispered it to himself at night when he can't sleep, in the morning when he wakes from nightmares, and the moments in between. John is with the men. John is fine. John isn't next to him, Gale knows this. John isn't kneeling down gently taking Gale's cold hands in his warm ones.

Because he knows that John wouldn't smile at him the way he is now. Gale wouldn't deserve it.

He can't remember slumping to the ground, but he'll remember the sad smile he receives forever. Blue eyes pinched but still so clear as they stare at him. Full cheeks so different from the ones Gale last saw. Tears fall down his own cheeks as he remembers how John started to fade away during those long winter months. His frame thinner each day, but here there's no trace of hunger. It's just him. Just a familiar smile and an old jacket Gale used to hate. An old jacket he can't bear to look at.

"I don't blame you." The words fall into his ears even as Gale shakes his head. They won't stop. "I wanted you out of there more than I wanted to get out. I swear it Buck."

"I can't." Gale sobs out. He tries to breathe, but his tears take precedence. "You should be here. Not me."

"No!"

Hands reach up wiping away his tears. Gale wonders how something so warm could exist when he's so cold, as if the sun had burrowed into one man's very being as winter burrowed into his.

"You deserve it Buck!" Gale shakes his head, but the voice repeats, firmer this time. "You deserve it Buck. If you can't believe it, I'll believe enough for both of us."

"I should have made you go first." Gale says. Tears slip from his eyes. The dam he's been holding back for so long finally broken. "I should have chosen a better time. If I'd just-!"

"You can't control everything Buck." Said with such a sad smile, Gale wants to scream.

"I could have been shot by that guard. Or I could have been the one killed in those woods." The words shock Gale to his core. "If you let me go ahead of you or you changed the order, anything could have happened. None of it in your control."

Calloused hands wipe away his tears. Gale shudders out his next breathe.

"I forgive you Gale."

"No," Gale rasps out. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't right. He doesn't deserve this. "You can't."

"I forgive you for going before me." Another tear wiped away.

"I forgive you for not looking back." A hand cups his cheek.

"I forgive you for making it out of there." A kiss placed on his cheek just on his scar.

"I forgive you for leaving me behind." A forehead pressed against his own.

"I forgive you Gale Winston Cleven."

Gale sobs. An old off cream jacket settles over his shoulders. He swears he can still feel the warmth of its owner. He hates it.

"I forgive you."

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #buckbucky #gale cleven #john egan #bucky egan #buck cleven #mota fic #hallucination bucky #my writing

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silverstudios · 2 days

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New friends on Halloween

It just needed something to eat...but it'll happily take new friends too~

Alone.

It was realizing that it hated that word, and this feeling.

It trouted out of their-...its cave at 5:55pm, claws shaking slightly, an awful gnawing at its center and the slash across its side wasn’t making it feel any better. At least the costume was doing its purpose, keeping the stinging wound protected from outside invasion and helping in the regeneration process, but the costume alone wasn’t enough.

It needed something, someone, anything to eat- it’s been too long since it gotten this stupid injury, too long since winfrey was taken from it, and far too long since it's even eaten an animal-

It was starving…in more than just the physical sense.

Its eyes still felt raw after all the crying was done- it hates crying, it hates feeling so incomplete…

It stopped at the edge of the tree line, hidden by the dense leaves of a bush and watched, blinking heavily and tail raised in confusion.

Had it gotten the time wrong? The sun was down, it was dark, but yet there were still so many humans out and about. It was a lot of the little humans too, and they were wearing…costumes? Since when did humans wear costumes???

It hesitated at first, glanced back the way it came, but the growl that raced from it made it look back to the oddity happening on the street. It just needed One human, one good sized meal, and then it could flee and heal.

It stepped out of the bush, straightened its back, and began walking about. It waited for screaming, for panic….but all it got was the occasional glance, and one human smiled at it.

“Dude, love the costume!” it blinked, tail twitched, and before it could respond that tall yet not mature- teenager?-teenagers- humans had walked off, laughing alongside each other. Did….were they not able to tell? They did smell weird, an awful fermented smell, so not good prey-it could not afford to get sick.

It walked a little bit longer, glancing around, sticking to the side of the street with less houses and less lights- awful bright things they are- and looked for someone separated, someone else Alone.

It tried not to focus on the fact that so many of these humans had a pair, tried not to tear up and blinked away the stinging in its eyes. Now is not the time-

“C’mon John!! Just a little higher, I can almost reach it!!” It blinked, glanced toward the darkened yard and crouched, claws digging into the damp grass as it snuck closer. That voice was little, and upset, and sounded tired. It peaked around the side of the…what do humans call these mini buildings again? Shed- yes, shed, it peaked around the side of this shed, all covered in pumpkin stickers and….broken eggs? It resisted the urge to lick them off, maybe later.

And standing before it, on top of each other's shoulders, were two little ones. Little boys, one dressed up in a brown hat and vest with boots that were too big and the other had his costume of white sheets and see through lace hung around his shoulders as he lifted the other up. The little cowboy was reaching up, hand outstretched and balance unsteady, grasping at a small orange and yellow bucket above them. Both their faces were red- they’ve been crying recently too- and teeth gritted.

“Jason I can’t get any higher!!” “Well we have to get Ashley’s basket! We promised!” The little cowboy- Jason- shifted and reached a little bit closer while on his tiptoes-

Clyde didn’t have time to process what happened, one second it watched them, the next it stood next to them, Jason wrapped up in its tail upside down and both little ones staring at it in surprise. It blinked, letting the actions make sense in its mind- John had lost his grip, Jason had slipped, a fall from even that small of a height would have broken his neck, instinct had overtaken thought- and smiled slightly as it set him down.

“....Um- Thanks.” Jason coughed, cheeks tinted red and glanced away, rubbing the back of his head. It hesitated to speak…but smiled. “WeLcOmE.” It was raspy, and not human like, and it waited for them to run…but it blinked at the sympathetic looks.

“You got that bug too?” John chuckled. “My brother and dad both got it and they sound just as raspy as you.”

Bug- cold, illness. It hesitated, glancing away before nodding. It looked up at the tree, at the little basket in it, and pointed at it and tilted its head. “WhY?” “Oh- Some buttheads bully older kids!” Jason stomped his feet. “They got mad that we saw them egging Miss Camper’s house and when we said we’d tell her, they threw Ashley’s basket up there.” John sighed. “We’ve been trying to get it down for her so she could trick or treat with us…”

Well that is just rude. It glared slightly at the story-tail thrashed against the ground in shared frustration and moved over to the tree. The children made questioning sounds as it grabbed onto the rough wood-this tree was old, and sick, and if it had to guess it wouldn't be here come next year- and raised itself up. Those two didn’t have claws, they weren’t made to climb trees- it was. Up and up, spiral around that branch, knock down that old plastic toy with its tail, and onto the branch. Its tail hooked around the fabric handle of the little plastic pumpkin, and lowered the prize down the onlooking children- whose eyes seemed to sparkle in amazement. Once Jason took it, it dropped itself from the branch- the ground made a quiet squelch sound as it landed hard onto the damp grass, and looked down at the two. It smiled. “ThErE.” “That was Amazing!!!” John raised his arms up and bounced. “Oh you HAVE to teach me how to climb trees like that!!!”

It blinked and snickered, tail swinging in amusement, then blinked as a glove covered hand took hold of one of it’s fingers.

“C’mon, let’s go find Ashley!” Jason beamed and began to move. It could have pulled away- or it could have pulled this one closer, its inside gurgled angrily at the lack of substance within…but it followed, tail curled, head tilted. It was…nice, to have this little bit of company right now. It waited a few weeks for its wound to heal enough to move, it can wait until they find Ashley.

“Oh, my name is John by the way!” John, now confirmed to be the little boy in the ghost costume, smiled up at it. “That’s Jason.” “Yuuup!” It smiled at those silly little ones… “...ClYdE.” “Nice to meet cha, clyde!” It squinted its eyes happily at that, tail swinging a little faster. It had to wonder why they hadn't noticed it wasn’t human yet…but then again, some of the costumes it is seeing as the trio walks down the path looked pretty similar to it.

“....WhY CoStUmEs?” “....It’s halloween.” John smiled at it, and then blinked at it when it tilted its head. “.....You…do know what halloween is, right?” The small gasp that came from him when it shook its head brought a grin to its face and a quiet snicker. “Dude- Halloween is like- The best time of the year!!! You get to dress up, you get to see all the cool spooky stuff, you get to trick or treat and get free candy!!!” John shakes his arms up and down to add to his point, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker a little louder at the action. “Jason we have to let Clyde trick or treat with us, this is an outrage.” “Yeah- Ashley!!” Jason let go of its finger and raced forward into a small crowd. It hesitated, tail stopping dead mid swing, breath held- and then released as the small cowboy returned, a little girl in tow. She wore a puffy dress that sparkled and a small gold crown on her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she held a small wand alongside her returned basket. She was smiling, tears in her eyes as the two came over. “This is Clyde, they got it down!” Jason made a small gesture to it, and Ashley looked up at it- and then slammed into its leg, arms wrapped around it.

It froze, the entire body went stiff, tail raised….and it knelt down and patted her back. Careful to not touch exposed skin, thank Six she had long sleeves, and a quiet rumble came from it. “T-Thank you so much.” She sniffled out, looking up at it with tear filled eyes but a large grin before stepping back and rubbing her eyes. Jason held onto her and wiggled side to side, and John sighed and poked her. “We’ll tell Miss Camper about the egging tomorrow, for now let's have fun for the rest of the night with our new friend!”

It blinked, looking down at the three little ones. “....FrIeNd?” “Well- yeah!! You helped get her basket and you’re cool!” John beamed at it, and it blinked a few more times.

Friend…friend is like partner, friend is companion…friend is someone to spend time with and enjoy, and to hunt and play and sleep-

But these are humans- these are little lives that will fade in the time it takes to blink, and can be snuffed out even faster. Human are prey, it was predator…but humans were also sentient, also had small souls-

It held onto sentience and souls within-

Its stomach growled, its pupils dilated- and it smiled wide.

“FrIeNdS!” it wrapped up all three into its arms and rose to its full height, moving them side to side as it turned on its heels and walked back toward the darker side of town. It didn’t want a crowd to see this, this was just for it and its new friends. The three of them let out startled, then excited and giggling sounds. It curled them up, particular to keep a good grip on the wiggling things, and particular to see how Big they were….

…

It could fit all three of them in whole, Combined they were barely the size of its torso. It rumbled as it kept walking, and John stopped wiggling and looked around. “Um…..Clyde?” “Hm?” “Where are we going?” It giggled. “....TrEaT.” “...Oh, you know a good house or something?” “SoMeThInG.” There, nice and quiet and dark- a few lights but for the most part, isolated.

Perfect. They were looking around, pointing at the houses with lights on, wondering which of these houses were its special treat spot- None of them noticed it open its mouth. It wouldn’t chew, its teeth were sharp, that would hurt and it didn’t want to hurt its little pals…. John had glanced up- and didn’t even get to yell. One. Ashley had gone to a door, banging on it, but it scooped her up before the door opened. Two.

It was surprised by how fast Jason was with those oversized boots, but it caught up just as fast. Three. In the distant, it could hear people raising their voices, calling out little names.

It couldn’t stop purring as it slinked around the edges of town, its claw resting on its chest. They were trying to get comfortable, shifting and squirming, muffled sounds and voices. It felt so warm… It should likely return to its home, to rest- but it wanted to keep experiencing this “Halloween”, it wanted to keep going- just for a little while longer. Maybe it’ll find itself more little treats. More little friends. They were warm, and soon to be its friends forever more- but they were quite small. It could fit a couple more within-

Something latched onto its leg, and it jerked. Eyes looking downward, it blinked. A small boy, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry…” The little boy sniffled. “I did the one thing you told me not to do and I lost them…” It blinked… and ruffled their hair slightly. The boy sniffled- and then yawned. “I wanna go home, Alex…” He yawned, arms wrapped further around its leg and face pressed in a little. “.....I’m sleepy and I'm upset.”

It smiled and reached down, claws hooked under little arms and lifted him up. He certainly did seem sleepy, eyes squinted and mostly shut, slightly bags under them. This little guy needed a nap…

Surely he wouldn’t mind joining this little friendship, he seems like such a sweet kid- and it’d be so wrong to leave someone alone when they asked for help. It smiled, large and bright for him.

“Night Nighy~” Ah, it’s voice sounds so much better with its three little friends added to it, less like it had an awful cold. He squinted and paled. “You’re not Ale-” Four. It stood there, a purr racing from it and tail swinging in glee, another warm weight tucked within, another new friend for it to keep. “.........L-Lewis….?” It froze, and looked over its shoulder. Two boys, pale as the moon above, one holding a trembling flashlight in their hand and the other had dropped his basket, hands covering his mouth. Tears in their eyes, faces filled with dread.

Ah ...They must be friends with the sleepy one… The air was silent as they stared at one another, the two boys frozen in place…And Clyde grinned brightly, teeth shown and mouth open slightly. Well, 6 Was its favorite number and it would be so wrong to separate such a cute little group of friends…

“.....Norman.” The one with the flashlight whispered as it turned fully to face them, taking a slow step forward. “.....Y-yeah Sam?” “Run.”

Oh how fun, they’re playing Tag. Clyde has to guess that it is It.

It Loves this game!

It caught Sam first, the boy was a slow runner, limping on his left leg and he seemed to know it. He had turned and grabbed onto it- and he went down screaming the whole time.

Five.

It slowed as it approached the tree, the sounds of panicked breath badly muffled behind hands. It grinned and lowered itself, the grass had dried, its tail slamming across the sidewalk so that the boy would look in the other direction…

His yelp of surprise when it tapped his shoulder had made him taste all the sweeter.

Six.

By now, the night wasn’t quiet, shrieks and yelling of little names and worried cries filled the air, but it didn’t mind. Afterall, it had its fill and it had its friends, it was as good as any time to return to the cave- “I wanna go home” A muffled voice echoed from it, and it purred and wrapped its arms around itself, nuzzling itself with glee.

“Don’t worry, we’re going home now~” It purred, and entered the tree line at 7pm.

#silver rambles #silver writes #doai clyde #doai the six children #doai sitcom au #Promise unkept timeline #Long post #this was like- 7 pages in my google doc #no beta we die like men #Enjoy!#dreams of an insomniac

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throneofrayllum · 2 days

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Thoughts on JWCT

First off, i absolutely loved it. I was honestly worried that i was gonna be disappointed, but it was perfect. It was so good i had to stop and take breaks to cry/scream/do a lap around the room lmao

Everyone's reaction to brooks "death" had me bawling. Darius calling her just to hear her voice, sammy still being able to see her when she looks at the jacket, when they were deciding if they were gonna get on the boat and yaz said something along the lines of "getting on the boat would be a very brooklynn thing to do"- Kill me now they all miss her so much

KENLYNN:

THE PICNIC SCENE. they loved each other sm :(

kenji's my son and i hate that he was so neglected by brooklynn- yes she was struggling herself and im sure she was trying to do what she thought was right but he deserved so much better.

BUT THE LOOK ON BROOKLYNNS FACE WHEN HE BROKE UP WITH HER :(

how ENRAGED kenji was at anyone he thought was involved/to blame for brooks death - HE LOVES HER

He was so sad in her apartment. Also when he tripped on her boot:(

THE WAY HE GAVE DARIUS THE EXTRA HELMET AND WORE BROOKS

The AGNST with kenji loving b still but also feeling bitter/betrayed because of how much she hid from him

I could go on and on but im not gonna

Darius and Ben:

I've shipped these two from the start so i am quite depresso espresso but they were still adorable

I HAVE HOPE THAT THEY WILL MAYBE WORK OUT IDK

ben does not have a girlfriend. what the fuck was that. No. that precious jungle boy is not straight.

THE WAY THE BICKERED LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

Darius and kenji:

darius and kenji killed me. I love them but its actually so heartbreaking that their relationship became so broken.

i LOVED that kenji wasn't pissed at darius for being in love with brook. Really showed maturity on kenji's part

THE BROTHERS ARE ON THEIR WAY TO BEING BEST BROS AGAIN. I DON'T HAVE TO BE DEPRESSED FOREVER

the fact that it makes things tense but they understand how hard loosing b is for each other bc THEY BOTH LOVE HER

The way kenji still talks to darius' mom (his mom too now)

Darius and brooklynn:

I have always like them better platonically- but im not gonna deny that in jwcc there were moments when i was like "oop ok pop off chemistry"

I do ship kenlynn- but if done correctly, i could easily become a hardcore dinostar shipper if they are made cannon

It actually breaks my heart that on top of dealing with grieving brook bc she's his bestie, darius is in love with her

Yasammy:

THE WIVES. THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE.

their fight was so realistic and well done. no couple is gonna have a prefect relationship forever- there's gonna be fights.

YAZ' GROWTH. IM SO PROUD OF MY GIRL

Sammy feeling so alone broke my heart.

THE HEAD BONK WHEN THEY WENT IN FOR THE KISS AWWWW

Brooklynn:

I FREAKING KNEW MY GIRL WASN'T DEAD.

LONGLIVEBROOKLYNN

did i have my doubts? yes i did but she's still here so it's alr.

I can't imagine how alone she feels- my girl's having a rough time

I have no idea what she's doing but im sure she has good reason (im scared)

SHE'S SUCH A BADASS. can we all agree that brooklynn OWNS "who's afraid of little old me?" like that is HER song.

SHE'S STUNNING TOO. LIKE I GET DARIUS AND KENJI IM IN LOVE ASWELL.

Most importantly:

THE WHISTLE RAPOR LADY HAD ME SHAKING IN MY BOOTS.

actually terrifying. What the hell.

#jwct #jwct spoilers #jwcc #brooklynn jwcc #camp fam #kenji kon #ben pincus #darius bowman #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #dinostar #kenlynn #yasammy

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itsruki · 2 days

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Pain Relive

SoftDom!Husband!Kakucho x Sub!Wife!Reader

MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Masterlist:

a/n: .........took me long enough..that's all i will say.....i hate that its shorter but idk....its just like.....i personally like how it turned out.

Synopsis: Kakucho comes home to take care of his wife. you are in so much pain due to your period. he understands and makes sure you feel better

Trigger warnings: afab-reader, period sex, mentions of unprotected sex, fingering, mating press, petnames: beautiful, angel, precious, princess, good girl, baby

word count: 1633

Y/N:

Can you bring me something when you get back from work?

Kakucho:

Sure, what do you need?

Y/N:

Pads, chocolate and a heating pad.

Kakucho:

…...do you have your period?

Y/N:

Yes…..

Kakucho:

Oh. yeah, I will have it.

Y/N:

Once he walked through the front door, he scanned for his wife. "Y/N?" he called out for you. He walked to their shared bedroom to find you curled up in the bed, crying in pain.

"I got what you asked for." he whispered. He felt bad for you. He slowly walked up to the bed, kneeled down next to it, and petted your head. Your hair was pushed back behind your ear. "I'm sorry; beautiful..."

You sobbed as you looked into his eyes.

"It hurts so much, ´Kucho……" you whimpered. He thought for a second. His expression showed how bad he felt for you. He kissed your forehead before sliding his hand under your shirt and onto your abdomen. He held his hand there to give you some heat. He really wanted to relive some pain for you. He drew some circles on your stomach. Tears are running down your cheeks. He sighed. "...let me help you...Okay?" He looked at you with a desperate look. He wanted to make you feel better so badly. You gave him a small nod. "Do you trust me?" You nodded again. At that point, all you wanted was for it to stop. The pain was almost unbearable.

He slowly laid you back on the bed, slowly moving down on your body. He spread your legs, kissing your thighs.

You were lying in bed, wearing a long t-shirt and your panties, so the access was easy for him. His hands caressed your thighs gently and lovingly. With closed eyes, he rubbed his face against the inside your legs. "You feel so soft....." a mewl escaped your lips. A pink tint sneaked up on your cheeks. "Kakucho...y-you don't have to….it's gross and..-"

"Shhh. Let me take care of you. You are in so much discomfort…. I want to help...I don't mind some blood. I'm a man, not a boy."

He laid his hand flat on your covered folds and gave it some gentle rubs. A few gasps left your mouth. Your eyes hooded themselves. You were so much more sensitive than normal...his rubs were firm but still gentle.

Fingers found Your waistband of your panties. He slowly pulled them down, not even reacting when he saw the bloody spot on the pad. He smiled softly as he looked into your eyes, his hand softly reaching out to your face, rubbing your cheek. "I will make it all better; beautiful…"

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. His left hand moved from your hip, between your legs. Gently running up and down between your folds. "You are very wet, angel….is that the blood or am I making you feel good already?" you held onto his shoulders and moaned out breathy. Your eyes squinted into thin lines. You tried so hard to keep them open, looking into his eyes. His thumb rubbed an infinity symbol on your little bundle of nerves. A mewly moan escaped your throat. "You are doing so good; precious…just let go. I will make sure you will feel good…..I can't stand seeing you in pain…." another kiss on your forehead.

You lost yourself in the eye contact you had with him. His soft, loving gaze. Those eyes, that always made you feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet. His right hand moved back to your cheek as he pressed his forehead against your own and smiled at you. "You are so beautiful...you know that, right?"

He never stopped rubbing your puffy clit as he treated you so softly.

The pain in your abdomen from earlier, replaced with butterflies and utter adoration.

You snapped back into reality when you felt his middle finger sliding inside your needy hole. "kaku...cho~" you moaned out.

"God you are so beautiful….you look so unbearably gorgeous…"

He slowly began to slide his finger in and out of you. His fingers were so much longer and thicker than your own, hitting spots you could never reach. You closed your eyes and gasped. The feeling of his finger is already so stimulating that all you could do was bring out incohesive words and babble out nonsense.

You heard a chuckels rumbling in his chest.

"You look so cute when you are such a mess, angel…."

He pushed another finger inside of you. "Oh god…"

His forehead was still pressed against yours when he picked up the pace. His eyes were still fixed on you. You felt like you were getting closer; your lust dilated eyes found his again. "I'm...I´m….I'm close…" "I know...just let it happen, beautiful….let go.."

Your body began to convoluted. Your eyes shut tight as the waves of your orgasm crashed onto you. His hand didn't stop. He helped you ride out your climax while kissing your forehead and cheeks. "Shhh, you are doing so well, princess...such a good girl…"

He pulled out, and you whined from the missing feeling. He smirked and chuckled again. "More?" and you nodded.

He got up and took off his shirt, wiping off the blood on his fingers. Then he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

You stared at him, still a little delirious from the past climax.

You already saw the giant bulge in his boxer shorts. When you tried to get up with the intention of pleasing him too, he held you down. He kissed your cheek and jawline before whispering into your ear, "Don't bother, angel...I'm here to make you feel good...my needs to come later…"

He pulled down his boxers, enough for his large cock to sprang free. He slapped his length against your swollen pussy, which caused you to whine out and him to gasp.

"Look at me, angel….look at me…"

You nodded and opened your eyes to stare directly into his eyes, your cheek flushed with red. You could feel his tip on your entrance and almost forgot to breathe when he slowly pushed in. your eyes fixed on his. "Kakucho…." you moan out. You felt him twitch in you. "Say my name again, angel…"

He took both of your legs and pushed them further apart. "Kakucho…" you said again, and you heard him curse under his breath, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and lifted your hips with ease to put the pillow under you. It took some pressure away from your abdomen and gave him just the right angle to hit all the correct spots. He pushed your legs against your chest as he began to push deeper. "I can't think..." Another dark chuckle rumbled in his chest when he kissed your caves while pushing the rest of the way, now fully bottoming you out. "I know Angel...I know.....just let go...let me take care of you." He pulled halfway out, then pushed back in. Your back arched into his, but he pushed you back down. "No, baby...just stay put. Don't move…" He applied more pressure to your body to keep you in place while he began to move at a steady but firm pace. Your brain is completely muddled up. He gave your ass a firm slap that made you yelp out. Drool spilled out of your mouth as you couldn't comprehend what was happening, entranced and drunk from the pleasure he gave you. Throughout all that, he praised you the whole time. "You are taking me so well, beautiful...you are doing so good...my perfect angel."

You felt him twitch in you every time when you moaned his name. "God...you feel Devine angel…" his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he picked up the pace. "G'nna make you feel good, angel….real good…" You felt his hot breath against your neck. He made it so hard to think but even if you would have been thinking, you would only think about him. His face, his eyes and his sweet, sweet smile. "I'm close….I'm so close…" you whined "hold it baby...I know...please hold it ... .i...I want to cum with you baby….can you do that for me?" and you nodded, keeping your breathing steady and trying your hardest to hold back. Tears were prickling down your cheeks. He kissed them away as he picked up the pace. You could feel him moan and growl. He stopped talking and kept ramming into you while cursing under his breath. He twitched more and more inside of you. You are fighting for dear life to hold back your incoming orgasm. "Just a little more...just...a little…" When you began to whine, he shushed you "I know baby….please...please hold just a little longer….I'm almost there…..fuck….please baby…" you held it and held it until he finally began to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck...now angel….now...im cumming...fuck...i´m cumming…"

That took you the edge. You screamed as your eyes squinted shut.

With a low, almost animal-like growl, he shot his cum deep inside your tight hole.

He rode out the orgasm for both of you with a few more thrusts.

His grip on your hips subsided, and your legs moved back down to the bed. His hand found your cheek, showering your face with kisses. "So good baby …did so good for me angel…"

He gave you a small, tired smile.

"Does it still hurt?" He was still thinking about your pain, and you smiled back and shook your head. "No. I'm better now…"

He gave you a warm smile before kissing your lips. The kiss was filled with love, adoration and pure bliss. Then he turned over, lying on the bed, and pulled you into his arms.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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loverboy(s) (sun wukong + macaque x reader

content warnings: reader is IMPLIED female, second pov (you/your), foul language, minor threats, mini headcanon for macaque

author notes: to that one anon, happy birthday! i apologize for taking forever but i hope you liked this! its a bit funny seeing a few people who share the same birth month as myself (my fave lesbian genshin impact writer also shares the same birth month with me YAYY). i hope you had a wonderful day today, nonnie <3

“I told you. The cake goes on that side, fucking dumbass.”

“Who the FUCK are you calling dumbass? No, no no, come here. Come here and face me, you snarky little bitch. Come over here right now and tell me to my face I'm a dumbass. You wanna lose your other eye, huh? You want me to beat the shit out of you, is that it!?”

You mentally sigh as the monkey turns away, obviously not in the mood to actually pick a fight. Of course, it could also be because MK had begged the two monkeys to just get along if only for today, just for your sake, which, you won't lie, you did appreciate the sentiment but …

Holy fuck they hated each other's guts.

You won't deny being surprised that they had bothered to show up. MK had insisted you hold a party for your special day, and well. You can't exactly say no to the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. You'd think the party would be small and mainly of the Monkie Kid crew, but god no.

That noodle boy invited everyone he knew.

And I mean, everyone. Even the little Bai He was here, playing with Mo.

And of course, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the amazing Six Eared Macaque too.

You almost contemplated making a run for it when Macaque approached you, but Pigsy gave you such a scolding to not break MK's fragile heart (pft), and so, you were trapped in a social conversation.

(Oh, the horrors.)

“Nice party you have here.”

“Thanks.”

…

Yeah, I forgot to mention; you two suck at making a good conversation. Well, not so much you than Macaque mainly, who tried, you know, he really does, but inevitably just sucks.

But that's fine. Macaque's quiet most of the time and it's a little comforting. You don't like speaking much anyway, so it works out for the both of you. A bit.

You can't say the same for Wukong though. He's…well. He's certainly very outgoing. The minute he shows up he goes straight for the food (Pigsy is not gonna be happy about that), and then he finds his way to you as well.

“Hey there birthday girl.” Wukong gently pinches your cheek. He smiles warmly, and you can't help but return his smile with your own. “Nice party you've got going on. How come you didn't invite me yourself, mmh? Too shy to meet the awesome Great Sage?”

Before you can reply, Macaque scoffs, “MK invited most of us, don't be an ass.”

Wukong sighs. He glances at his ‘friend’ for a minute, and glances back at you.

“I can't believe MK invited him.”

“I'm allowed to be where I want, thanks.”

“Uh huh. I call dibs on the cake, by the way.”

“It's not your cake you fucking dick.”

“Blah blah, me and (Name) can't hear you.” Wukong turns with you in his arms, guiding you in the opposite direction of where Macaque broods. You wave at Macaque before allowing Wukong to take you…god alone knows where, and he pats your head affectionately. “Sorry about that. Still, happy birthday (Name)! I got you something!”

He releases his hold on you, and you give him a look.

“Is it made out of hair?” You demand, watching as he pouts and looks offended.

“Hey! Not everything I have is made from hair!” He protests, but you can definitely see the way his eyes dart away―he most definitely did, in fact, contemplate giving you a gift made of hair. You loved the guy but….you really had to question how his head works sometimes.

Well. At least you don't have to worry about hair strands all over your room…

“Is it a peach?”

Wukong groans. “(Name), could you have a little faith in me?”

You look him dead in the eye, and answer gently, “Absolutely not.”

“Rude. But fair. And no, it's not a peach. Those are my specialties.”

A pause.

“And I also ate them on my way here.”

You sigh and move to call Pigsy, but Wukong latches onto your wrist and falls flat on his face.

“I haven't even finished!”

“I'm scared what you even bothered to get me.”

Wukong whines, “It's a cool gift, I promise!”

“Wukong, I am not taking Nezha's fucking brick!”

“I wasn't gonna give you that! Nezha took it back anyway!”

Now you understand why everyone wants to wring his neck every time he appears. Even you, who still admires the Monkey King, contemplated wringing his neck like a chicken.

Wukong holds you still and digs through his pockets for something. You cross your arms, waiting, and when he finally grabs the object he's been searching for, he holds it in the air like it's the greatest treasure he's ever found.

He places it in your hands, and you blink.

“A rock.”

Wukong coughs behind his palm. He seems embarrassed by the obvious remark, and you notice a light flush on his expression, a deep red. He looks away before standing, finally, and turns the rock in your hand.

It's about the same size of your palm and oddly shaped as most rocks are, but this rock is different. This rock is painted white, and on the side is a clearly illustrated drawing of a certain Monkey King, hugging a certain figure that bears a strong resemblance to you. The side you had been staring at has a carving, written in Mandarin, ‘My peach and me.’

You flip the rock back and forth, eyes wide. It looks a little silly to be considered a proper gift, but you've already come to realize that Wukong, for all of his confidence, just sucks at expressing himself properly. He has an ego but you know truthfully, he just has no idea on how to act around others and hence why he's always…a little weird.

The rock looks like a silly gift, but you can't help your smile. He could've given you something extravagant as his title, but instead.

He gives you a rock.

“Um. If you don't like it it's fine,” Wukong tries to say, a sheepish smile on his expression. “I mean uh. I'm the Monkey King y'know? I'll get you another gift―”

You cut him off by blurting out, “I love it!”

“Eh?”

You smile at Wukong, squeezing the rock between your hands. He looks back equally amazed, and equally confused.

“I love it,” you repeat, and kiss Wukong's cheek. “Trust me. You're an amazing artist, Monkey King. I hope you don't mind if I keep this in my room, right?”

Wukong blinks like you'd just told him Pigsy loves him (as if.) A smile adorns his expression and he nods, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Ha! Well!” The Monkey King laughs boisterously. “If that's whatcha wanna do, go for it! It's your gift y'know?” He scratches his cheek and looks away. “I just. Figured you'd want something…from the heart. Ehem.”

You smile, “I do. Thank you.”

You're too busy smiling at Wukong to have noticed Macaque had sneaked up on both of you, making Wukong visibly jump in surprise when he speaks. You look at the dark furred simian who barely spares the Monkey King a glance, and instead looks to you with a rare, barely visible smile.

“Since we're giving gifts so soon,” Macaque muses and pulls out something from behind his back.

Unlike Wukong's gift, which is quite frankly the opposite of extravagant, Macaque's is wrapped in a light purple colored paper, and tied with a neat, darker purple bow on top. It's a bit strange to think the Macaque would actually give you a gift, but nonetheless the gesture is sweet, especially when he seems very proud of himself to even wrap your gift unlike the Monkey King.

You accept it with a smile and allow your rock to sit peacefully in your pocket. You try to take care in tearing the paper, but give up when it tears unevenly.

“Oh? A doll?” You blink and look up at Macaque, who is smiling, but a little more nervously this time.

Even Wukong looks impressed, eying the container with a whistle. “Didn't know you got better at making those. It looks realistic.”

Macaque looks surprised at the compliment. You knew they always had bad blood ever since an incident in Wukong's journey, and yet to think Wukong still seemed to remember his old friend's hobby makes even you surprised.

Macaque coughs in his hand, nodding. “Yeah, I practiced a bit,” he admits and looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I hope you like it. Sorry it's not the best.”

A daruma doll sits in your palm, round as a squash with your brows and a smile to imitate your excitement. It wobbles with any movement, and it's really, really cute.

“It's beautiful,” you say, a smile on your expression as it wobbles. “I love it!”

You pause, and look at Wukong. “Not anymore than I love yours, Wukong. It's not a competition.”

Wukong grins, “But if it was, I'd win, right?”

Macaque rolls his eyes and remarks, snidely, “You painted a rock. Not sure how you'd win with that, dumbass.”

“It's better than yours at least. Suck my dick.”

“You should suck mines cause mine is bigger.”

“Shut up you gay ass!”

“Says the walking fruit―”

They bicker, as they usually do, but you don't stop them. Not when you're admiring your gifts, both made with you in mind, with care and consideration.

A smile adorns your lips later that night, the daruma doll and painted rock sitting on your bedside table.

“Mine's better.”

“Dude shut the FUCK up!”

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hurt/comfort buddie fics.

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

a leaf falls on loneliness (highly recommend this fic!!) by: iimpossible_things "buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “i’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. really, he doesn’t. the 118 has too many good, kind people for that. but every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to eddie or bobby or hen or chim, he hears eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.” —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting— so each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence." word count: 11k important tags: angst, fluff, happy ending, orginal male character blue skies by: spaceprincessem "buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down" word count: 36k important tags: my sisters keeper au, original characters, ptsd, nightmares, emotional whump, evan buckley break down, getting together and i'm not good at winning fights anymore by: spaceprincessem "five times buck needs to feel eddie's heartbeat and the one time eddie needs to feel his" word count: 24k important tags: 5+1 things, whump, protective!eddie diaz, getting together, soft boys in love, ptsd give your heart and soul to charity by: 42hrb "eddie dumps god, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself" word count: 12k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, pov eddie diaz, character study, catholic guilt, therapy, pining, getting together i could find you darling, in any life by: justhockey "buck and eddie meet in afghanistan. it changes everything." word count: 27k important tags: diferent first meeting au, army!eddie diaz, navy seal!evan buckley, emotional infidelity, slow burn, hurt/comfort, love confessions catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown" word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, mental/emotional breakdown, bobby nash as evan buckley parent, multiple pov stay by: soft_satan buck’s voice was soft and hesitant, but full of patience when he finally spoke again. “did I do something to upset you, chris? i can leave—” "no!” chris whirled on him, a complete shift from the standoffish vibe he had been giving a second ago. the tears he bravely held back finally broke free from his eyes, sliding down his rosy cheeks from behind his glasses. he shook his head vehemently, the yellow crayon falling to the table. “no, I’m not mad. please…” his words turned to whimpers, his lip trembling. “please don’t leave me too.” word count: 31k important tags: whump, angst, family feels, found family, getting together, team as family

habits by: whileyouresleeping "buck's not sure what's going on when eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's a thing, and it's a thing buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant." word count: 4.9k important tags: tooth-rotting fluff, mild hurt/comfort stick with you by soft_satan "eddie licked his dry lips as he reached for his radio, trying to keep his movements slow and delicate to prevent any more damage to himself or buck. “diaz to captain nash.” “go for nash,” came bobby’s quick reply. “you two okay? where are you?” “we’re in a bit of a sticky situation here…” “we’re a shish kabob, cap!” buck chimed in. eddie rolled his eyes" word count: 5.9k important tags: impalements, whump, getting together, love confessions, hurt!buddie still by: brewsrosemilk "for the first time, buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. dirt to dig at. a door to break through. something. there’s nothing. “your guess was correct, diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “you’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. don’t shift. when you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." word count: 9.3k important tags: near death experience, love confessions, happy ending, first kiss

be my baby (i'll look after you) by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck finally breaks down after fixing everyone but himself" word count: 1.5k important tags: nightmares, ptsd, panic attacks, pet names, cuddling, pre-relationship, almost love confession i was made for you by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck’s taking care of christopher while eddie is in texas when chris gets sick and has to get surgery." word count: 5.3k important tags: sick!christopher diaz, parent evan buckley, hospitals, bobby nash is evan buckley's parent, getting together, 118 crew as family i know you're hurting (but so am i) by: justhockey "eddie understands better than maybe anyone else ever could, how it feels to have everything unravel in the palm of your hands. he knows frustration - he knows fury. he’s painfully familiar with that burning rage that crackles in the tips of your fingers, that makes your skin hot and chest tight, and makes you want to punch anyone that dares to even look at you. but that doesn’t give chim the right to lay a damn hand on buck" word count: 3.7k important tags: ptsd, feelings realisation, protective!eddie diaz, communication, 5x04 coda of bikes and concussions by: datleggy "buck gets into an accident on his way to work in the morning, and before he can explain why he's late, he gets thoroughly chewed out and the rest of his day goes way downhill from there." word count: 7.6k important tags: injured!evan buckley, misunderstandings, father-son relationship (buck and bobby), team as family it's okay by: itsmylifekay "buck gets hurt on a call and doesn’t tell anyone." word count: 11k important tags: injury, dissociation, buck needs a hug love language by: whileyouresleeping "eddie's love language is acts of service, and buck doesn't totally get it." word count: 6.4k important tags: mild hurt/comfort, pining, fluff, friends to lovers don't go without me by: ingu "there was a snap, and a crack, and buck was suddenly weightless. the car, the tree, eddie, everything was falling. buck was falling. falling." word count: 31k important tags: major character injury, pining, team as family, whump, love confessions, getting together accidental (please check tw!!) by: rosefield "post lawsuit, buck accidentally cuts his arm. he decides that maybe not getting help is best for everyone." word count: 36k important tags: depression, suicide attempt, post-lawsuit, worried!eddie diaz, happy ending

check out the recs for mature rating hurt/comfort fics :)

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itsonlyjoseph · 3 days

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Hate My Guts || Joseph Quinn x Reader - Part One

Warnings: Mean Joe, angst, cheating, pretty short, not proof read

Synopsis: Y/N and Joe meet for the first time and don't exactly hit it off

Notes: I originally wrote this as a tom holland thing a billion years ago but hated it so now its this bye.

The thumping music filled your ears as you pushed your way through the crowd of drunks, towards your friends table. The taste of Benson and Hedges was still on your tongue.

It was almost 11 pm when you’d arrived at the Carrington Inn pub. There was some local band playing 2000s rock covers, not very well, when you friends spotted you and waved you over. They’d been here since 7:30pm for Sophie’s 30th birthday.

“Thank god, we were starting to get worried.” Hannah, your long time best friend laughed when you sat down, sliding off your coat and scarf. The late October weather was as unforgiving as ever. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think about how many people would be here tonight otherwise I would’ve come earlier.”

The girls simply laughed at you as you noticed a few of your guy friends approaching the table from across the pub, where they’d been playing pool, along with someone you didn’t recognise. First Harry approached, gave you a side hug and then Alex followed.

“Hey, man.” You embraced Harry. “Y/N, this is my mate Joe.” Harry said to you after he pulled away.

“Hey.” You smiled up at him. Joe had dirty blondie brown curls and deep brown eyes that anyone could get lost in if they looked too long. He was tall and rather slim with a little neck scruff. He was definitely good looking. Wowie.

“Hi, Y/N.” He smiled back, shaking your hand. Charming too.

“Lets get you a drink.” Hannah said as she dragged you to the bar. “Two vodka raspberries, please!” Hannah drunkenly called out to the bartender.

“So Joe’s cute huh, and he’s an actor! Just waiting for his big break!” Hannah exclaimed, making you laugh her drunken antics.

“Yeah, he’s cute I guess.”

“You guess!? He’s gorgeous and single! Perfect for you!”

“Hannah...” You warned teasingly.

“I’m not gonna do anything obviously. I just think it’s time to move on.”

“I have moved on. I’m just not keen to deal with all that again.” You huffed.

“Hey, Matts a scum bag and not all guys are like that.” Hannah tried to comfort you, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“I know.” You said back as the bartender placed the two drinks down in front of you. Hannah paid him and you both made your way back to the table.

The boys were all rough housing each other whilst the girls were chatting and laughing about some work thing when the two of you arrived back at the table.

“Oh shit.” Harry quietly exclaimed, making everyone look up. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. It was Matt. With a girl. Walking towards your table. Hannah put a protective hand on your elbow, silently asking you if she should handle this.

“Hey Y/N.” Matt smirked, smug as ever.

“Matthew.” You replied shortly, a sarcastic grin adorning your face. The girl stuck to his arm looked at both of you confused yet clearly siding with matt on whatever this was about. The closer you looked at her the more you recognised her. It was the girl you walked in on him with. The girl he fucked. In your bed. In your house when you were at work.

Matt saw the recognition in your face and his smirk deepened. “This is Jenna. My girlfriend.”

You didn’t respond, simply gave a tight smile as if to say “hi”.

The rest of the group could feel the tension but didn’t say a word, not wanting to aggravate the situation. Joe was the only who was confused and didn’t know what was going on.

Matt said his goodbyes and he and Jenna left back to their table, clearly just coming over to taunt you further. There was a moment of silence before Joe broke it.

"What was that about?" Joe laughed awkwardly, taking a sip of his pint.

"Y/N's ex." Alex said quietly.

"What'd you do?" He laughed. It immediately boiled your blood.

"I didn't do fucking anything!" You said, immediately getting defensive. The table quietened down as you looked at each other.

Joe put his hands up in a mocking surrender, still slightly laughing.

"What?" You asked through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure you didn't do anything, Sweetheart?" Joe smirked. His comment upset you but you didn't let it show through the seething anger you felt over this stranger talking about your relationship like this.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" You asked him.

"God, you're sensitive, aren't you?" He laughed, rolling his eyes and looking at his beer.

"Fuck you, you prick! You don’t know me at all, you don’t know anything about me." You shouted at him.

"Oh, I'm a prick am I?" He taunted back

"'Yes, you are!" You shouted one final go before you felt the tears prick at your eyes and your nose tingle. You lifted yourself off the bar stool and grabbed your jacket before swiftly leaving, not saying goodbye to anyone. You heard everyone in the group calling out to you, pleading with you to stop and come back but you kept walking towards the door. You heard Hannah scold Joe but couldn’t make out any words as you were pretty much out the door at that point.

The chilly London air nipped your skin as you stepped out into the street. Hannah jogged out into the street after you just as the tears threatened to spill over your eyelashes.

“Not all guys are scum bags, huh?” You said harshly.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I had no idea Matt was going to show up and that Joe was going to be like that.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway, I had a long day at work and I really didn’t feel like getting pissed.” You blinked the tears away and began walking back to yours and Harry’s shared house. Hannah walked slowly beside you in silence until the two of you arrived back home.

“Let’s watch tv and talk shit, yeah?.” Hannah said to you, making you smile and nodded your head. She turned on Netflix and loaded up season 2 of Sex and the City before getting two pre mixed cocktails from the fridge. Pina colada and some pineapple thing from Sainsbury’s.

“Talk about a downgrade.” Hannah sneered, making you laugh. “I mean honestly, they make foundation light enough for her.”

You laughed at the childish jabs she made at Matt’s new girlfriend. Hannah’s way of thinking really hadn’t changed since sixth form.

Hannah cheered you up slowly over the rest of the night. Pretty soon, the two of you were nearing the end of the season of Sex and The City as the front door opened and in stumbled Harry, Alex and unfortunately, Joe. You locked eyes with him for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face, before turning back to the tv. Alex stumbled over to the couch and immediately fell asleep whilst Harry and Joe retreated to the kitchen to continue drinking and chatting.

Suddenly, with Joe in the house, your mood shifted back to anger so you decided to call it a night before that anger bubbled over any further. You said a good night to Hannah before sneaking up the stairs and into your bedroom. The same bedroom Matt cheated on you in. Even though you threw the sheets in the bin, and contemplated burning them, seeing him with her tonight brought you right back to that night. Fresh tears gathered at your eyes once again at the thought. You hated crying about anything, but especially things like this.

You striped down to your underwear and plopped face first into the covers, ready for this night to be over with.

Downstairs, Harry and Joe were laughing at some joke when Harry brought up your interaction from earlier.

“What happened man, I thought you two were going to hit it off?” Harry asked.

“I don't know, she can't take a joke. Plus I don't need that baggage.” Joe said, taking a sip of his beer.

Harry frowned at Joe. “Come on man, she doesn’t have baggage, you just pissed her off.”

“It was a joke.”

“It was a little uncalled for, don’t you think?”

“Okay, maybe.”

“I really thought you’d like each other.” Harry shrugged.

“Sure, she’s hot but I'm not interested.”

Harry rolled his eyes at Joe before they retreated to the lounge room now that you had gone to bed and Hannah had wondered off home. They put on the football and talked about anything and everything.

It was almost 3 o’clock in the morning at this point.

“Hey man, where’s the bathroom?” Joe asked, setting his beer down.

“Blue door at the end of the hall.” Harry mumbled pointing towards the stairs.

After Joe had wondered up the stairs and used the bathroom, he passed what he assumed was your door. It had a picture of you and Hannah as pre teens, sitting in Hyde Park, drinking and smoking. The photo reminded Joe of himself when he was that age.

He and his friends would bribe someone’s older brother or sister to get some alcohol and cigarettes from the offy and go drinking in the park or some field and hope no one’s mum found out.

There was another photo that Joe’s eye caught. It was you, Harry and some other people he didn’t recognise at a wedding. You were wearing a long navy slip dress and your eyes were smokey and your hair was down and natural.

He must admit that you looked very pretty and he totally could see himself being interested in you if only you didn’t piss him off earlier.

Joe stopped looking over the pictures and rolled his eyes, going back down stairs to where Harry was.

The two continued their conversation until they both started to doze off. Harry eventually went up to his room and Joe fell asleep on the couch.

He had no blanket or normal pillows but sleep hit him like a lorry.

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theysangastheyslew · 28 days

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Ok I avoid drawing canon bby Levi bc it just seriously breaks my heart (even more so now) , but in honor of Bad Boy —and the real end of AOT— I will make an exception 🥲

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #bad boy #levi bad boy #shingeki fly #volume 35 #i hate that its called that; he is a good boy!#the bestest boy 😢#i maed dis #aot #snk #snk fanart #artists on tumblr #click for better quality

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snepdragon · 2 months

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"thought about Hypnos from the hit game Hades (2018) for a second too long" incident 58 dead 367 injured

#snep rambles #i could write an essay but it all bois down to im so sad #they only start accepting him when hes useful to them and does his job #they all see him as useless and a bother UNTIL HES USEFUL #and then suddenly they like him #he just wants to hang out with his family but his brother hates him and his mom ignores him #even zagreus is mean to him sometimes #can you tell hes important to me #and also he literally cant help dozing off its PART OF HIM #and they hate him for it #id love to replay hades but im gonna lose it if i have to see people being assholes to him gor no good reason #and thanatos only apologises to him when hes useful im going to bite my hand off #i cant remember if nyx ever apologises #but i do remember nyx not allowing hypnos to call her mom #nyx is a better mom to zagreus than she us to hypnos #dont me wrong flawed characters are good and i think shes a good character im just sad about hypnos ok #its almost 5 am

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lecliss · 6 months

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I finished the special story in Connections and it got me to bawl my eyes out so bad. That story was so much more meaningful and emotional and impactful than the entirety of Naruto itself. What the fuck do you mean it was written by Kishimoto????? He did NOT write something for a side story in one of the ultimate ninja storm games and make it better than anything he's ever done before. There's just no fucking way.

#i fucking hate when filler and non canon side stuff is like. better than canon lmao #and not cuz like. filler doesnt deserve it ooo fuck filler whatever NO!!!!! BECAUSE IF ITS GOOD PEOPLE STILL DONT WATCH AND THEN CALL YOU #A LOSER EVEN BOTHERING WITH FILLER!!!!! FUCK OFF!!!! FUCK NARUTO AND FUCK SASUKE AND YOU KNOW WHAT. EVEN FUCK OBITO #NO THIS IS ABOUT BORUTO AND NANASHI AND HOW THAT WAS THE BEST NARUTO AND YES EVEN BORUTO CONTENT EVER CREATED #AND NO ONES GOING TO CARE BECAUSE WAAAA FILLER IS STUPID AND IT SUCKS WAAAAA SUCK MY COCK #the best most emotional arc in bleach is fucking filler. the connections side story is barely even filler when its for a fucking VIDEO GAME #ITS NOT FUCKING FAIRRRRRRRR!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#that was the best naruto content ever. better than even blood prison by a loooooong shot #it just fucked me up man. it really really fucked me up and REALLY got to me #i started getting pissed off how far down the rabbit hole it is of content people actovely DONT want #its an original side story in a game people play for the pvp. its boruto related. ITS FILLER as in no relation to the #plot written by ikemoto #its boruto and its filler and what could people possibly hate more? boruto filler.#but nanashi was an amazing character and bort proved once again that hes the bestest boy in the whole wide world #and not to mentiom merz was really really hot when he took the bandages off his face. im SORRY BUT ITS TRUEEEEE LOOK AT HIM!!!!! FUCK DUDE #and message was so so beautiful and so was the animation and the effects. and just. GOD. they could have made that a movie #MAAAAN i wish it was!!!! that woulda made an INCREDIBLE movie!!!!!#im not gonna get over this. i will always be obsessed with this. holy shit #also im sorry mitsuki but i ship BoruNana/BoruHika now.#at least with nanashi i dont have to worry about her whole character getting thrown to the wayside since her story's already over #now this is reminding me of the anime throwing ryogi away even tho his relationship with shikadai made me feral #just cuz that wasnt an arc in the manga!!! WHICH WAS STILL TOTALLY IN AN ERA OF THEM HAVING ALMOST NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER #thats what fuckin shoulda happened. the anime and manga should have stayed wildly different stories #i hate how all the original plots that the anime started with got shafted to follow the manga's story #ryogi didnt matter. KAGURA DIDNT FUCKING MATTER CUZ THEY KILLED HIM OFF LATER CUZ I GUESS I NON-MANGA CHARACTER DOESNT MATTER #FUCK OFF!!!!!!!#i hate it here. i fucking hate naruto. leave me alone i need to wallow. im going to wallow brb. i need a wallow sesh #personal

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mikkouille · 1 year

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I know it makes sense cuz duh, twitter's in the name, but boysplanet-twitter really is the place where taste dies

#🧍yall cmon....#and theyre so Shady for WHAT. girlies will side eye an imaginary lad for supporting a Dozen while having one in their pfp‼️#makes me spite vote for their most hated contestants fr #'u guys r voting for x UNDESERVING guy when MY one should have UR vote he DESERVES IT' well fuck you lol im voting daeul again‼️‼️#'we HAVE to make this final lineup GOOD' we have to make it suck itd be funnier #lets all vote for the shit guys tje look on mnet's face will be priceless #then its my fault for even going to twitter but i didnt chose to see boy planet content there the alg just puts it under my eyes cyz #i made the mistake of joining ppl who were once bitching abt the girls who r so vocal about how chiu n my klorbo are alledged lookalikes #not theyre NAWT lmao‼️#coming in like 'i agree they dont look alike' setting myself up to seeing the WORST takes ever formulated later #anyway daeul sweep #also its very clear that despite whzt their self righteous words say in opposing themselves against the 'ur just voting for visual'#they r HELLA basing their standard on it too #cuz like im a junhyeoner but he did NOT do well on the K vs G stage lmao #'their stage was ok' it was NAWT n i can say in unbiased words cuz half the team there is my top9s fjdjsjsjsjdjdj #i was gritting my teeths bro 'haha its not. so. so bad haha' < with tears in my eyes #but theyre collectively good looking aint they 🤨 weird‼️#just like how they'll last five seconds hating on jay before calling him ugly lmao u guys are TRANSPARENT #they can hate on him all tbey want doesnt change that he's The vocalist of the season oh well

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cerealmonster15 · 7 months

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Riddle is so cute btw. He is looking at his besties Trey and Cater and going “BEHAVE YOURSELVES😠‼️‼️‼️ also I love you 😊”

#from caters scalding sands event card story #I keep forgetting it’s called firelit sky in engtwst lol #grips you by the shoulders so tightly. riddle is a good boy who loves his friends.#heartslabyul is a pack and they love each other so so so much #Ace and juice are so cute in this scene lol #‘wtf why do you get to go I wanna go!!! 😠😠😠’#‘we will bring you objects and things’ ‘okay 🥰🥰🥰’ SILLY BABIES #love throat Ace in particular is such a complainer lol #throat??? I meant that* I love that Ace complains. autocorrect hates my ass #complains about trey and cay going to scalding sands or whatever #complains about deuce getting to go to flower town or whatever in masquerade #(grim said ‘I wanna go to flower town or whatever’ in engtwst and now I can’t remember its actual name)#complains offscreen about juice and the others going to clocktown w/o him bc he has basketball #cranky little BABY wants to go on vacation forever #sorry I love heartslabyul more than anything. as if it’s my fault.#my very biased son feelings LOL #I’m wearing my riddle union jacket today it’s been perfect weather for it #cozy as hell brother

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arolesbianism · 8 months

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Almost got too comfortable with liking a whole 3 25ji originals and tried listening to a 25ji cover playlist before I remembered that I do indeed still very much not like a good 99% of their covers

#rat rambles #sekai posting #samsa has become one of my favorite sekai songs period and bug and inanndesu are both alas absolute bangers #but one of those is hard carried by the story its tied to and the other is bug so it just kinda plain goes hard #but fr they sound sooooo fucking good in zamuza and the lyricssssss god #songs that hit harder if I close my eyes and pretend its more abt kanade than it actually is #Id be lying tho if I said that they dont sound good in inandesu #like bro it doesnt deserve to be in my top ten sekai songs but it still is so #like it goes hard they sound good miku sounds good the event is one of my favorite sekai events its so unfair #y'know truly these three songs are representative of my relationship with 25ji as a whole if you think abt it fndjfbdh #I went into bug not expecting it to go so hard zamuza hit me hard but took a lil while to appreciate the other members in it and inandesu #stuck in my brain against my will #and mizuki fits into this cause theyre the only 25ji member that isnt tied for my favorite sekai character lol #like look they have good originals. just none that I like the group cover or even the misuki solo of #like lower is pretty good. I hate the 25ji version tho #idk maybe Ill like kitty more in the future if I end up giving it more of a chance but it doesnt rly call to me rn #also on a almost related note god I wish I could like the vbs version of hitsuji ga ippiki more but idk why it just does not click with me #idk if its just me liking the vocaloid version too much or if the boys bring it down that much for me but smth abt it man idk #speaking of the guys rip to akito for not getting the yy solo he desperately needed #bro is doomed to only have one good solo til the end of time </3 #like Im happy for an but man I wish all of them got yy solos they all sound soooo good in that cover #also give me shanti solos because I wanna like vbs shanti soooo bad but smth abt it doesnt click in the way I want it to #also delete vbs egoist from the game thanks <3

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heavensmortuary · 2 years

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#krakens croaks #i got so mad yesterday at my boss i actually had to walk from behind the counter to hide my anger #because a lady came in and told us she suffered from covid and when she left my boss said 'maybe it taught her a lesson' because #shes a known 'karen' type #how cruel do you have to be #and he constantly makes fun of the 'redneck' people here and peoples appearances and their weight and stuff #and it makes me so. pissed.#'im suprised he can even read' he cant. the boy cant read. he needed my help to sigj his name on his card #youre gonna make fun of a boy who is college age who cant read?#and then preach to me about how much youre mistreated at work? maybe people are mean to you because youre so. idk cruel on the inside??#i can never tell with him. hes so nice and kind on the outside but theres NO love #he got angry with me for telling a very mean lady to have a nice day #i dont give a shit im here to be kind and get my job done #delete later #its SO much easier to complaim about people but ive TRAINED myself NOT to hate people. get some self respect and respect others.#all good work youve done flies out the window the instant you talk shit about the person you helped #its 5 hours of hearing this every damn day #its so hard not to be that way. but you must #shout out to the lady who called me a bitch the other day. i dont care. its my job to help. ill help you #and im not high and mighty. i dont like you. but thats what we are called to do. because ill love you even if you hate me for no reason.#its so hard working in an environment without other christians lol

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coyoteworks · 1 year

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got any good country recs there mate? 👀

my computer crashed when i initially opened this ask im in hysterics

BOY DO I EVER THOUGH!!

mostly this is just music i like, so naturally there's the caveat of it potentially not being to your taste; on top of that some of these may be additionally or technically classified as rock, folk, and/or indie/alternative because music genres are...so nebulous and i do not understand them...and sometimes the results when i search for the genre of certain artists just dont make sense or dont apply to individual songs......

so im being a hefty bit generous in calling some of these country, but they do diverge from those typical Beer Truck God America songs that pop up when searching for country while having a similar or related musical style, and hopefully they'll be a breath of fresh air for you!

i put my personal favourites in bold :] these are not ordered in any particular sort of style categorisation so it's a little messy, but each should link to a youtube version of the song! theres a decent array of different styles and tempos here i think

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Colter Wall

Sleeping on the Blacktop - Colter Wall

Johnny Boy's Bones - Colter Wall

Ballad of a Law-Abiding Sophisticate - Colter Wall (this guy again!)

really any Colter Wall song/cover i'm going to be honest

Raise Hell - Brandi Carlile

The Cremation of Sam McGee - Seth Boyer

In the Pines - Danny Farrant & Paul Rawson

Back from the Edge - Lord Huron

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Pretty Lavinia - American Murder Song

Murder! Murder! - American Murder Song

Hurt - Johnny Cash

God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

The Railroad - Goodnight, Texas

Down by the River - The Dirty River Boys

Providence - Poor Man's Poison

Hell's Bells - Cary Ann Hearst

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood (this one's popular)

Blown Away - Carrie Underwood

Bad News - Whitey Morgan and the 78's

The Curse of the Fold - Shawn James

The Wicked - Blues Saraceno

Grave Digger - Blues Saraceno

Little Black Train - Woodie Guthrie (if you've seen Over the Garden Wall, you'll recognise this; it has different lyrics from the cover in OTGW though)

hopefully none of the links are broken or directing to the wrong song :'D happy listening, lmk if there are any particular songs you enjoyed! and if none of these work out, thats totally fine, everyone has their tastes of course

#inbox #anonymous #music #so much tag commentary incoming sorry im super scatterbrained AGDHSHGS #honorary mention is the crane wives theyre not country but their music is BANGIN and doesnt tend #to sound horribly out of place on country playlists depending on surrounding songs #my crane wives rec is scarecrow bones. listen to it. NOW #another honorary mention is do your worst by rival sons. more rock than country i think #part of why its so difficult to categorise country is that #a lot of songs that used to be considered rock are called country today #like johnny cash's music. thats all rock music. but by todays standards we'd consider that country #so rock & country go really hand in hand especially when you take into account their cultural origins (black musicians)#genre categorisation is so arbitrary to me and so so so so confusing when you get to overlapping music sounds 😭#so usually if something is called 'folk rock' or smth along the lines of folk i'll consider it country mostly depending on. vibes. tone. et #i grew up HATING country music bcs literally all i heard on country radios in texas was #trucks beer god america and the occasional woman. and it was sooooo annoying i thought all country music was like that #so i was one of those 'i like any music except country' kids #started listening to carrie underwood & later on stumbled into colter wall and boy did it turn my whole attitude around #poor mans poison is partly on here because my 9th grade teacher introduced it to me and i was like WHAT is that sound i love it #and he was like its good music. take it with you.#ANYWAYS thanks for stopping by i hope at least some of these pique your interest!!!!

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