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you never know how grateful I am na nagkasama ulit tayo after all those drama we have been through, tangina wala naman akong ginawang masama to take away that part of me, ikaw kaya nagpapasaya sa akin and it feels like it takes the half of the air that I breathe.
alam mo I never beg God na maging tayo kasi if that will be the receiving end it will happen, gusto kita makasama, at yes, may mga times na nasasaktan ako due to past trauma na hindi maiwasan isipin at magbigay ng meaning kasi ayon ang aftermath ng staged niyong drama and I cannot blame myself to feel that way, ghaad too much drama.
Kahit isumpa ako or iwan ako ng mga friend ko (unlikely to happen) I will choose you kasi alam ko naman na I deserve to be happy, bigay ko na sa sarili ko to be with you kasi you are worth to be loved, sayang hindi ako naging babae to make it happen hehehe hindi naman siguro enough na matalino ako no? Haist.
Alam mo Brandon, simula first day nakita ko na sarili ko sayo kaya ayaw kitang alisin sa life ko, sa totoo lang kaya kong iwanan ka after natin magkaayos pero I fucking treasure you talaga kaya I stay! I never say sorry to you nung una kasi alam kong wala akong kasalanan tho di naman ako laging tama.
Sorry, minsan di ko na inisip na nabuburn out karin sa mga drama na ito, I am to focus on how much pain that it cost rather than isipin ko rin nararamdaman mo, I am too asshole for that. Both feelings are valid. Sometimes I am being insensitive which is quite true, siguro ngayon lang din ako nakikipag chat sayo since them kaya I always read between the lines, pasensya na for that.
I MISS YOU SO MUCH, THANK GOD NA BUMALIK KA NA AND YOU ARE THE BIGGEST BLESSING AND PLOT TWIST THAT I HAVE THIS YEAR.
ofcourse, there were wounds na hindi naman agad maghihilom but it takes time, ang mahalaga nandyan ka at thank you (personally)! I am grateful to have you! And I will never regret na nakilala kita akala ko una puppy love lang, matured love na rin pala ito.
You deserve to be loved by me! Kahit hindi na reciprocated makita lang kitang naappreciate mga effort ko masaya na ako.
when I am with you, I am the happiest! ✨
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HOW can you be bad at being a furry???????
IDK BUT I AM
#its like i would consider myself a furry the same way someone who played the recorder in middle school says they play an instrument#im like bare minimum furry or furry enjoyer at best. im like someone who might not even be a furry but share their beliefs etc etc#also its very funny when ppl try to 'clock' me as a furry bc of the 'if someone u know draws dogs like this theyre a furry' litmus test#nah man i just poked around deviantart and have a bunch of deviantart artist pages bookmarked on my browser#not to mention the animation memes and oc AMVs which probably shaped my teen years#but the weird thing is that the things u think would have been some sort of furry awakening for me never actually counted for much#i did read the warrior cats mangas BUT i never actually read the main series. i didnt even play animal jam or pretended to be wolves on the#schoolyard ALTHOUGH i did pretend to be a dog and even had a tail i clipped to my pants but nobody wanted to join in bc i bit ppl#maybe im just not that conscious of it but recently ive been looking at more furry art and now i want to draw more furries#its interesting ^_^ maybe im just a late bloomer#ask#yapping
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Jensen stans who continue to trash Misha and deny the authenticity of JenMish friendship and how close they are or who continue to trash Danneel and the Ackles marriage are vile.
#welcome to the next performance of parasocializing hell fandom theater#one of many hellish things about the actor fandom parts of spn fandom that is burning me out and crushing my enjoyment#imagine continuing to push this denialism kool aid while claiming to be a Jensen expert who respects Jensen!!!!#and the ones who do this have had the absolute unmitigated gall#to ship shame at fans who have far more respect than they do for Jensen's personal life and feelings and relationships and boundaries!!!!!!#you don't have to like someone just because Jensen loves them but there needs to be bare minimum of don't be an a-hole#and don't guzzle the anti-parasocializing kool aid so hard it rots your brains#i set the bar so very very low and i'm still disappointed#dot trolls fandom
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My thoughts on Jack are that he is a really morally guided person, he feels so strongly about what he thinks is right that he is willing to give up anything for it. We know that he is a workaholic and has left his marriage deteriorate in the episodes with Bella, due to this obligation he feels towards justice.
I think he really likes Will as a friend, but he is willing to sacrifice a friend's mental health, to accomplish his mission as a person that helps bringing peace to the public, which is a classic fictional cop trope I really like. His malicious actions towards Will are totally justified in his head, as something that will help the "greater good".
#no one talks to much about him#but i really like him#sadly there's no good cops in real life#i love when he thinks bella is cheating and he is like “that's okay we can talk about it” kinda loser-ish but also slay for not screaming#sorry for being a bare minimum enjoyer#my hands are numb so sorry for the typos#hannibal
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ur making me rlly wanna watch saw x now but how much movie context will i need to enjoy it? im willing to rewatch the first one at most
Saw X takes place between saw (2004) and saw II,
I'd recommended at least also watching (or reading synopsis for!) saw II for a bit more needed context if you rly dont know more abt the series from having saw enjoying mutuals to osmose from...
+ if you havent watched further you might not appreciate the post credits as much, but in a way thats like. Idk! Its really good as a love letter to the whole series, if u wanna watch it without watching the whole series thats fine (<- said genuinely)
+ not being interested in the whole series makes me think you wouldnt be super upset about not knowing about a character thats mentioned/shown for like a minute in total as a result ykwim (<- also said genuinely, not in a bad way at all)
#not said rudely at all... like i feel ive felt this way about some media before too#id much rather be given the keys to the Bare Minimum to enjoy something instead of being told to#watch the whole thing if i really dont want to ykwim#especially since theres so many of these movies#skunk mail#ki11erkitt3n#(theres also a minimal “oh right!” connection to saw vi but the context from it isnt Needed to enjoy it#as I myself didnt even realize til afterwards)#ALSO fellow saw enjoyers feel free to give input...
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I'm a little annoyed and a bit downcast about the art blog ngl 😅
#it kind of hurts my feelings that simply following and leaving a reblog on black blogs#is being deemed out of the way or difficult.... its not#we reblog and follow white people on here daily. it takes seconds#like... are we really not worth the bare minimum effort to acknowledge in your space#i tried so hard to make it so simple and enjoyable#i even added a link of a full list of Black fan blogs like.... atp its not on me#but thats what i stand on anyway. let me shut up and accept that#some people just... dont care 😮💨
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if you're a leo doesn't it mean that your birthday was not that long ago? happy belated birthday
The way this made my heart burst… but yeah my birth was like a week ago
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Amazing how it took the developers of Poppy Playtime two whole chapters to finally make a bare minimum of a functional game
#like yeah its leagues above the previous chapters but thats because the previous chapters were a hittily put together sloppy buggy mess that#shouldnt have been released in the way that they are right now. Chapter 3 is what chapter 1 should have been like#and yeah it's still a cashgrab at heart. its so distateful that they already made merch for chapter 3 that you could buy BEFORE it even#released. theyre 100% money driven. but at least if chapter 4 improves even more on what was in chapter 3 i think it can be a decent game#i dont think it can ever be a GOOD game because of what a disaster of two first chapters it has. not unless they completely rework them. and#with its story reaching its end slowly i doubt there even is time to make it a good game even if the last chapters are amazing in quality.#even if the last chapters are GREAT (which i doubt) it will never be anything else than a highly mixed medicore at best game. because it'll#always have this shitty developer studios' greed and the shitshow that were the first 2 chapters weighing it down#honestly. if chapter 3 or something akin to it was the first thing that was released of this game i would have actually liked it. yeah it#wouldnt be GREAT but it'd be decent and enjoyable. but instead it has its garbage first chapters staining what it could have been. it's#insane that I even have to praise a developer studio for delivering a BARE MINIMUM of a game. what the fuck is this. what happened to the#state of games. its shameful that releasing a barely functional nothing burger and charging for it became acceptable in any way#that aside even chapter 3 could improve in many areas. it feels more like a puzzle game with horror elements rather than a horror game with#puzzle elements. every time you get to a puzzle the game just halts to a complete stop. all the suspence they could have gotten just#completely dies on the spot. ive played and watched many horror games with puzzles in them and i like them a lot but this is just not how#you do that. it feels like youre walking from puzzle to a puzzle and all the interesting things that happen with actual substance happen in#between puzzles but instead of focusing on that it feels like the game focuses on the puzzles. it should be the other way around damn it#but i think if chapter 4 keeps the overall quality of chapter 3 and ups the scares while dailing down the puzzles or incorporating them#better into the atmosphere and story it might actually be a good horror game. well that chapter at least.#also ik the monster designs are very...mascot horror and analogue horror cliches but i actually enjoy them. Mummy Longlegs was medicore and#forgetful like the rest of her chapter and her only saving grace was her death scene. Huggy Wuggy's (god what a name) design and animations#and chase sequence were the only good thing of chapter 1 so i think if it was put into something of much better quality then it could#actually hold up. And I really like CatNap's design for some reason. The way he moves is creepy and yeah the face design is goofy as hell#but i can forgive it. i like that the fumes he releases makes you see him as a far creepier monster than he is that took me by surprise.#Also his death scene FUCKED severely by far the best scene in the entire game imo. Also I actually enjoyed his story? i cant believe im#saying this but chapter 3 and analogue horror videos actually got me interested in this game's story and where it will go. Insane.#and speaking of the analogue horror videos they made are good. WAY too good. I dont trust like that. They for sure hired somebody to make#them for them theres no way in hell they didnt. But yeah thats my opinion on this series. Over all not a good game and a complete cash grab#dont buy it there are way better games out there even in the mascot horror genere. But the quality did go up and it gets me hopeful#anyway my impromtu poopy playtime review's over
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hallo, buhay pa ako (promise) char! i’ll try to update this weekend pero no promises since ang onti pa lang ng ipon kong updates for soons & jill 🥹
#PERO HELLUR 🤜🏼 kamusta naman yung tinanong ako ng gwapong intern if kamusta daw ako nung nakita si papa during work 🥹 edi as a bare minimum-#enjoyer sumaya ako bigla? nawala pagod ko sa work charet! 😂#cel speaks ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ
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#i feel as though I should start a tag like deep thoughts with the bloz or some shit for my new kick of live journaling about my angst#but anyway hot tip for all the people pleasers out there#surround yourself with mostly supportive people who dont take advantage of others unfairly and who are thoughtful about other people#100% of the time it works every time to make your life so much more enjoyable and easier#and it isn't mean to expect at least the bare minimum of social competence and normal behaviour from others before you agree to socialize#and associate with them (which is sort of what i was guilted into believing growing up)#because guess what that's how you avoid harmful creeps!#your feelings and boundaries exist for a reason and it does suck that sometimes people are just really bad at social skills#but it's not your responsibility to be their therapist or the one exception who will be there for them or whatever else either if they're#truly making you feel weird or unsafe#you as a people pleaser are probably HYPER concerned with being pleasant and polite and accommodating and all these other things that#you worked very hard to become and you will burn yourself out and/or get hurt and/or resentful if you feel exhausted or used#or unappreciated for it and half the time you are actually doing it more for yourself than for others anyways#because it makes you feel valued and like a good person#this is also all related to having issues with codependency too btw which i do because my whole family does#def recommend reading up on both things if you relate it will improve your mental health very much#love you wishing you the best things in 2023 we all got this we are going to do great 😘🧡 muah#p
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Wait... new Willa Fitzgerald, but it's new in October, and it's based on a classic horror that isn't actually long enough to be a series...[types title and "mike" into duckduckgo] please don't be please don't be-- damn.
#i actually enjoy the man's Content more than i want to#as someone who hated the og turn of the screw im never not gonna be mad we got good lesbians from that#and like Gerald's Game was enjoyable & everything else i simply Have Not Watched#but ooooooooh my Gooooood the sheer amount of doing the bare minimum enabling nonsense that should have been edited out of this man's work
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Hello, I just wanted to say I love your fanfics! You write so well and with such interesting and deep characterization. I didn't have a specific fic to leave a comment on atm but I'm so excited to read your Mermay Mertala one on AO3. I read your stories and they blow my mind with how much thought and skill went into them. I hope you're super proud of yourself! Amazing job and thank you for writing and sharing it! I'm so glad I get to read them 💖
oh, thank you, anon!! i really appreciate it!! i try my best to have concise characterization in each of my fics, especially to show the range of development from the time it's set, like bobby relishing in being a bully while grimacing every single time he remembers he was once twelve as an adult. the mermay mirtala fic was actually one i had a little trouble with since i was so invested in bobby's b-movie! i was so b-movie-minded that i kept staring at the draft all, "who the hell are mirtala and chloe...my mirchloe brand is crumbling and in shambles..." but then i winged it, and mirchloe once again succeeded. also, separately, thanks to the other anons over the years who sent me nice messages about my writing! sorry i didn't reply to them. i'm still going through a lot, so i keep those messages in my inbox like little pick-me-ups.
#i saw this earlier but i wanted to wait to get my laptop to reply because it's easier for me#positivity posts#i also had this post staring at me for like an hour since i had to do a bunch of housework jklsdjklsd#but seriously anon thank you!!! i hope you can find enjoyment in all my pn fics!!!#there's over 200 of them so everyone is bound to like one of them at the bare minimum
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ive mused about this on my priv twt already but like. here's the thing. i kinda already expect every bandman (aside from a select handful) to be homophobic/transphobic/racist/whatever weirdos, even if it's only a casual thing i'm not surprised when the sentiment is held because they are rich and many of them are old. but the possibility of this coming from an out gay man who has played with gender nonconformity and drag throughout this art and career, especially in a notoriously homo/transphobic scene, it's just deeply disappointing. i probably wouldn't bat an eye if whatever other dude said this but. ao sakurai? damn.
#txt#i honestly should expect nothing out of cis men gay or otherwise so perhaps the fault lies with me for getting too attached to his work#maybe i set myself up and projected more than i realized. either way though I'm not sure what to do w this information.#he's not like a pariah of gay rights. honestly as a rich bandman i think it's just the bare minimum#even still the feeling of seeing cis gays do this will never not be disappointing and hard to swallow#don't let my musings here dampen your enjoyment though idk I'm still young and learning the workings of the scene so i could just be naive
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that feeling when you have so many little things and projects and ideas you wanna do, but don't have the time/energy/resources to do them
#always in a state of 'i have come up with 20 different media ideas 4 story/script ideas and 56 little side projects'#while also knowing there is No way i will be able to do these things#and then i get sad because in theory they'd be So Cool and Really Fun and Quite Enjoyable#but then in practice they'd take up Way too much time and i don't have half the things i'd need for them#why must our brains torment us with ideas of immense magnitudes while we constantly struggle with the bare minimum tasks of day-to-day life
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“Baby,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I already told you, the only mistake I made with you last night was letting you walk home alone and letting you think that you’re not good enough for me. You’re better than every single other person in my life and I don’t deserve you. I love you and I fall in love with you more and more everyday. You’re my person, my best friend and my girl. I don’t care about anyone else. How could I when I have you?”
➪the one where you break up then make up. (requested)
Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, break ups, make ups, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, unprotected sex, make up sex, choking, oral (f receiving), ethan being an ass under the influence, he makes up for it, talks of insecurity, insecure reader (y'all are beautiful, i promise you this), this is a bit of a roller coaster
Word Count: 6.3k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3
This place was crowded. Way too crowded.
You were surprised the walls didn’t fall down with how many people were compacted in each room and from how loud the music was, if you could even call it that.
Someone bumps into you for the third time in the five minutes since you arrived and you had to refrain from yelling at the stranger. He probably wouldn’t have heard you, anyway, so why waste your breath?
“Y/n! Hi!” Anika says as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. She brought the red cup to her lips and emptied it in one sip, wiping her mouth afterwards. “You’re here!”
“And you’re drunk,” you say back just as Mindy walks up to you.
“There you are,” she says as she wraps Anika’s other arm around her shoulder. “I told you to stay on the couch. Oh, hey, Y/n.”
You give her a quick smile as she takes her girlfriend from you. “Hey,” you replied. “Have you guys seen Ethan?”
Mindy gave Anika a look before shaking her head. “No, no, I don’t think he’s here,”
Anika gave her a confused smile. “What are you talking about?” She asked before turning to you. “He’s in the living room. He was flirting with a bunch of girls, the last time I checked.”
Your brows furrow while Mindy lets out a sigh. “What?”
“You’re right, she sure is drunk,” Mindy laughed awkwardly. “Can’t trust a word she says.”
At that, you move past them and head towards the living room, ignoring the calls of Mindy. The first person you see is Chad when you enter the living room. He was talking to Tara when you walked up to him, the two of them standing close to one another in the packed room. He greeted you with a smile before he noticed the pissed off look on your face. “Woah, what’s the matter?”
“Have you seen Ethan?” You ask him, ignoring his question.
“Um, yeah, he’s..” he trailed off, turning his head to the right and towards the couch. You do the same and your face heats up when you catch sight of your boyfriend. “Huh.”
Ethan’s appearance wasn’t what caught your attention, no, it was the girl that was sitting a bit too close to him that did.
Muttering an ‘excuse me’ under your breath, you push past Chad and walk towards Ethan, watching he doesn’t even look up at you when you stand in front of him. “What the hell is this?” You question and cross your arms.
That got his attention as he finally looked up at you, a grin forming on his lips. “Hey! You made it!” He said and right away you knew he was drunk, no, wasted. “I didn’t think you’d show.”
“You told me to come,” you point out and glare at the way the girl rested her hand on his chest.
Ethan looked at the floor and opened his mouth in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he said after a few seconds. “I forgot about that.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” you rolled your eyes. “What is this? You ask me to come to this party just so I can see you with some girl all over you?
“What? No, don’t be like that,” he whined and wrapped his arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “This is my new friend, Jaz.”
The way Jaz moved closer to Ethan, and the way he did nothing about it had your blood boiling. “Well, it looks like you’ve got enough company,” you mutter, dropping your arms to your sides as you back away. “I’ll just go home.”
When you turn around and head for the door, you ignore Ethan’s calls of your name, followed by an annoyed grunt as he stood up and went after you.
You reached the sidewalk when he finally stumbled his way out of the house and caught up to you, nearly tripping over the bush that lined the walkway of the house. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking away by turning you to face him. “What was that about?”
At his genuine look of confusion, you glare at him and pull your arm away from him. “What do you mean?”
“That,” he pointed to the house. “In there. What was that all about? Why’d you storm off?”
“There’s no way you just asked me that,” you say and look him up and down, taking in just how drunk he was. “How much have you had to drink?”
He gave you a smile and a shrug. “I don’t know, like, five?”
“Five what?”
“Five cups of everything that was in the kitchen,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever. At your look of shock, he steps away from you. “What’s it matter?”
“It matters because you’re completely wasted and that girl in there was going to take advantage of you,” you say slowly, hoping his drunk mind would process your words.
“Who? Jaz?” At the nod you give him, he waves you off and discreetly rolls his eyes, making your anger rise. “Jaz is a friend, she wouldn’t do that.”
“How do you even know her? Why have I never heard you mention her until now?”
“Because,” he dragged the word out. “She’s in my physics class and invited me tonight. She also gave me some of this powder stuff earlier, but I only had a little bit of it.”
Your eyes widened and you reached over to smack his shoulder. “Ethan! How could you be so stupid?” You ask and his face falls at your words. “Why would you take powder from a stranger? At a party?”
Ethan felt like he was being backed into a corner right now, and even though one part of his brain was screaming at him to ask you to take him home, the other part was telling him that you were his girlfriend, not his mother. “Maybe I thought it would relieve some of the stress you put on me everyday of my life,” he said back.
You furrow your brows and cross your arms again, standing a bit straighter. “Was this before or after you invited me tonight?”
Ethan copied you by crossing his own arms. “Before,” he answered. “But maybe I made a mistake by inviting you since you clearly don’t know how to stop treating me like a fucking child. You’re my girlfriend, not my parent.”
You knew he didn’t mean the harsh words, seeing how drunk he was, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. It was his decision to get to this point and he’d have to deal with the consequences. “I’m supposed to worry about you, Ethan,” you say, trying to calm the situation down as best as you could. “That’s what people in relationships do.”
Ethan would regret his next words. “Being with you for this long was a mistake,” he muttered, not knowing if you heard him or not. The silence that followed, as well as the tears that gathered in your eyes gave him his answer. His words were harsh and untrue. He knew that, still his drunk self didn’t allow him to give in. “Look, I didn’t mean that. You said it yourself, I’m wasted.”
“And that makes it okay?” You ask as you turn away from him. Ethan sighed from behind you and reached out to grab your arm, retracting his hand when you pulled away from him. “Why don’t you go back to Jaz? Seems like the two of you were having a great time together before I got here.”
“Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll talk later.”
“No, we won’t,” you tell him and he turns back around to face you. “I mean it, we’re over. Don’t text me and don’t call me.”
Your words cut him deeper than you would ever know, and his heart ached at the tears that streamed down your face. But he was angry, and drunk, and a bit embarrassed. And so very drunk. “Fine,” he said again. “You don’t want me to text you? That’s fine by me. Thanks for ruining my night.”
He turned back around and went inside the house. You were left alone on the sidewalk, your eyes stinging as you grabbed your phone. After sending Chad a text about getting Ethan home safely, you began the walk back to your apartment and hoped to anyone that was listening that he didn’t go back to Jaz.
Not that you had a say in what he does, anymore.
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The spam of texts you woke up to the next morning were unexpected and unwanted. But you still read each and every one of them.
2:34 AM
Ethan <3: we’re not rly broken up are we?
2:35 AM
Ethan <3: I didn’t mean what i said :/
2:56 AM
Ethan <3: pls answer me, I’m sorry
3:23 AM
Ethan <3: I told Jaz to fuck off for you haha
3:26 AM
Ethan <3: she punched me
3:34 AM
Ethan <3: i wish u were here :C
4:43 AM
Ethan <3: goodnight i love you im sorry
10:32 AM
Ethan <3: I don’t remember much of last night, but I do remember how awful I was to you. I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean any of it.
10:37 AM
Ethan <3: If I could take it all back, I would. I love you and I hope you slept well because I sure as shit didn’t. Can we please meet up and talk about it in person? I miss you.
Your eyes ached from crying last night, and the brightness of your phone screen didn’t help.
After reading every text, you were more upset than you were last night.
You tried to remember that he was very wasted and wasn’t himself because of that, but he still said what was on his mind; how being with you was a mistake.
What was that saying? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Maybe it was true. Maybe Ethan had to get himself drunk so he could tell you how he really felt.
What about the texts? He seemed pretty genuine.
But how could you tell that over text? Maybe he was just feeling guilty and wanted to end things on a better note.
Endless thoughts flooded your mind and you felt a headache beginning to set in.
So, unsure of what to say to him, you type a message that would surely get how you were feeling across perfectly.
I thought I told you not to text me.
Seen at 10:56 AM
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“Y/n,” Ethan said as he stood in front of you. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
The sound of his voice made you look up from your sketchbook, your eyes narrowing at your ex. You exhale harshly, looking back down at the page, scribbling in the grass you drew with a green pencil crayon. “I thought I told you not to talk to me,”
“Come on, you were serious?” He asked as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter.
You looked up at him from your spot against the tree, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing the book against your thighs. “Were you serious?” You ask instead of answering his question. Your eyes linger on the bruise on his cheek, your mind going back to his texts of ‘I told Jaz to fuck off for you’ and ‘she punched me’.
Your eyes darkened at the thought of her hitting him when she was the one who went and gave him drugs while also hanging off of him right in front of you.
But that was a conversation for another time.
He looked down at you, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to you. “What do you mean?”
You glare up at him, dreading having to repeat his words from last night as you take a deep breath. “‘Being with you for this long was a mistake’?” You quote him and watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back. “Ring any bells?”
Ethan cursed under his breath before opening his eyes again and you could clearly see the regret clouding in them. “Fuck, Y/n,” he muttered and shook his head. “Baby, I didn’t mean that, I swear.”
You wanted to believe him, but you were also far too stubborn for your own good. “Then why did you say it?” You closed the sketchbook and reached for your bag as you held eye contact with him.
“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know,” he said, watching as you began to gather your things. His eyes widened at that, knowing damn well that you were seconds away from getting up and leaving him behind. “I’m an idiot and I promise I will never go near alcohol or drugs ever again.”
“It’s not about the alcohol or drugs, God, Ethan,” you shake your head and shove the book in your bag before standing up. “Do you even know it felt for me to hear you say those things? To hear the one person I trust and love more than- you know what? Forget it.” You begin to walk away from him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you did so.
“What? No, please, Y/n, baby, wait, I-” he was cut off when a guy from one of your classes stopped in front of you and blocked your way out of the gated area of the school.
“Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” The boy asked and Ethan glared at him from behind you.
You give him a forced smile before nodding. “Yes,” you answer, stepping back to create some much needed distance between you two. “Hi, Simon.”
Simon gave you a sly smirk, glancing at the pissed off looking guy behind you. His smirk only grew and he looked you up and down before meeting your eyes once again. “I heard you and that boyfriend of yours are finally done,” he begins, knowing very well that your boyfriend was standing right behind you.
“Finally?” You question and watch as his smirk widens.
“I know, right?” He purposely takes your question out of context and steps closer. “So now that you and lover boy are over, what do you say about being with a real man?”
You visibly cringed and opened your mouth to respond when his hand reached out to touch your arm. Before it could, though, a hand wrapped around his wrist and roughly pulled his arm away from you.
Ethan stood next to you, a protective and dangerous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. It made you swallow silently as you looked between the two guys, subconsciously moving closer to Ethan. “I think you’re a little bit out of your league there, Simon,” his voice was deep and deadly as he stepped in front of you, shielding you from Simon’s view.
He didn’t give up easily, however, as Simon stood a bit taller, matching Ethan’s height. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head at the boy who covered you from his sight. “What makes you think that?”
“Mainly the confidence,” Ethan answers, watching as Simon squints at him in confusion. “It’s clearly just a cover up for how hopelessly useless you are to any girl who gives you the time of day. How many girls have you talked to within the past two hours? I’m assuming way too many as you had to resort to going after one that’s taken. Let me spare you the rejection we both know is going to happen if you continue to bore her with your awful excuse of a pick up line. She’s not interested.”
Simon remained silent as he glared at Ethan, his shoulders raising with every angry inhale he took. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he muttered, most likely wanting to intimidate the smaller, though not by much, boy.
Ethan held his ground as he let out a sarcastic laugh. “What, that wasn’t clear enough for you?” He asked and dared to move closer to the jock. “Let me make it simple as possible; fuck off.”
While Ethan didn’t look mean or have the face of someone to fear, he became a different version of himself when defending those he cared for and loved. In this case; you. He wasn’t one to give assholes like Simon the time of day, but when it came down to defending you against guys like him? He was a completely different person.
And Simon must’ve seen this as he scoffed and backed off, raising his hands in defense. His eyes lingered on the bruise Ethan wore and must’ve thought he had gotten it for a completely different reason, like a fist fight or something, as it clearly intimidated him just the smallest bit. “My bad, bro,” he muttered before turning around.
Ethan watched him walk away until he was out of sight, before turning to a stunned and silent you. His heart fell at the shocked look displayed across your face, taking it as a sign that he fucked up again. Would you ever talk to him again after this?
He opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it when he saw your look of surprise morph into one he’s seen you give him many times before.
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The walk back to his apartment went by in a blur and before he knew it, he was pushing open the door to his room without disconnecting his lips from yours. He backs you into the room and towards his bed, guiding your body around the various furniture crowding the space. He shrugs off his bag and throws it to the floor, and you do the same, sliding the strap off your shoulder and dropping it beside the bed just seconds before you fall onto it.
Ethan hovers over you, his lips never breaking away from yours as he grabs your waist and pulls your lower half against his. His tongue swipes across your lip and you open your mouth without a second thought, making him smirk into the kiss.
You were still his, and still so responsive.
His lips broke from yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders, sucking a sizable mark onto your collar bone. And you allowed him, further proving to him that breaking up for even a second was a mistake, and that, as long as he had a say in it, you’d always be his.
“Did you sleep with Jaz?” You ask out of the blue, making his attack on your neck come to a complete stop.
“What?” He asked against your skin, his voice sounding muffled.
You swallowed heavily and reached your hands up to grip his shoulders, making him lift his head to look at you. “It’s just…after what happened last night and the fight….” you trial off, looking to the side. “I just want to know if you slept with her, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” He asked in disbelief as he pulled away from your neck to getsure to his cheek. “Does this look like the face of someone who had sex last night?”
You stare at the bruise, your eyes softening as you bite down on your bottom lip. “No, but, the thought was there,” you say quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to get your feelings out. “She’s really pretty.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes at you, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re prettier,”
You force a smile out at that before shaking your head. “I bet all the guys find her hot,”
“All the guys except one,” he said and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “What’s this about? We’ve never had any trust issues before.”
“I know, it’s just….I thought, maybe, you liked her more than me,” Ethan’s mouth opens in shock at your words but you continue before he could say anything. “I mean, she invited you to that party for a reason. She likes to have fun, go to parties, get drunk, do drugs and I don’t like to do any of that stuff. I thought that maybe….maybe you realized you made a mistake by being with me when you could instead be with someone like her.”
When Ethan was sure you were finished, he positioned himself so his lower body was laying on yours and his arms were by either side of your head. “Baby,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I already told you, the only mistake I made with you last night was letting you walk home alone and letting you think that you’re not good enough for me. You’re better than every single other person in my life and I don’t deserve you. I love you and I fall in love with you more and more everyday. You’re my person, my best friend and my girl. I don’t care about anyone else. How could I when I have you?”
Your eyes stare into his and the familiar sting of tears forms, but you blink them away and caress the sides of his face. “I love you,”
Ethan leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away for just a second to mumble back an “I love you,” before he was closing the gap once more. One of his hands slid up your body to grasp at your chest, his thumb rubbing against the peak of your breast through your shirt. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Too perfect for me.”
His words set butterflies loose all over your body and send jolts of want directly to your core. Slowly, you could feel each and every negative thought you had about yourself slip away, and they were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love for the boy currently on top of you.
Ethan’s lips moved back down your neck and continued until he reached the hem of your shirt, where his fingers lifted it up enough to expose the skin of your stomach. “My pretty girl, how could I ever even look at someone else when you’re everything I could possibly want?” He pops open the button of your shorts and unzips them before sliding the jean fabric down your legs. “‘M so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t enough.”
You watch him with blown wide eyes as he inches closer and closer to your clothed core, a small smirk gracing his lips when he meets your eyes.
“Let me make up for it,” he murmured against the skin of your thigh. He placed a few kisses to both of your hip bones before tugging on the lace of your underwear with his teeth. “Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”
The thin fabric was pulled from your body in one swift motion and he was back to hovering over your core.
“Will you let me?”
You’ve never nodded faster in your life.
That was all Ethan needed before he got to work with one goal in mind; fuck the insecurity out of you.
He licked a flat stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks on it harshly, giving you no warning as he got right into it. Your mouth opened in a quiet moan, your head dropping back on his pillow.
Your hand reaches down to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through he curls as he swirled his tongue on your bundle of nerves. He moaned against you at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair and you felt another wave of want ripple through you. Your hips buck up involuntarily, making Ethan’s arms wrap under your thighs and his hands grip your waist as he pinned you down on the sheets.
Ethan was never one to hold back his sounds in bed. If he was feeling good while taking part in bedroom activities, he made it known by the grunts, groans and whines that left him. It made you never question whether or not you were pleasing him as his sounds were proof enough. He even found pleasure when he wasn’t the one being touched, like right now. Just the thought of him being the one to get you off was more than enough to satisfy him.
“Fuck, Ethan,” you moaned when he continued to circle his tongue around your clit, flicking and sucking and tugging until he felt your thighs press against his wrists, begging to close around his head. “Please.”
Ethan was stronger than you, though, especially in a situation like this, so his hands easily grabbed hold of your thighs and kept them spread apart. “My needy girl,” he mumbled when he pulled away from your swollen clit. “I’ve barely started and you’re already begging me for more.”
You knew you wouldn’t last long, not with the way he was touching you and definitely not with the way he was talking to you. Behind closed doors, he became a different person. It was such a big contrast to how he was in public. He was always seen as the shy, quiet guy who couldn’t possibly have one bone to fear in his body, but it was just an act, really.
He liked playing up the role as the nice guy, the quiet friend who was always just there, when in reality, the things he did in his alone time were nothing short of sinful. And most of those sinful things happened when he was with you.
When he was alone with you he became more needy, more desperate for you and he never failed to be overcome with the desire to please you, touch you, fuck you in any way he could.
You were so beautiful and hot and his, how could he not want to just devour you everytime he got you alone?
Ethan pressed a final kiss to your clit before moving down and licking a line up your folds, hearing the sharp intake of breath from you as you tried to relax your thighs.
Your other hand joined the one that was tangled in his hair, needing something, anything at this point, to hold onto as the last bit of your self control was slipping away from you as the seconds went on.
Ethan spread your lips apart with the tip of his tongue before it easily slipped inside and was instantly coated in you. He keeps it there, still and unmoving, and waits for you to lift your head to look at him. When you do, like he knew you would, the corner of his mouth turns upwards and he begins to fuck the set of muscles into you.
Your eyes stare into his as his hands release the tight grip they had on your hips. Your hands leave his hair when he gently tugs at your wrists and he laces your fingers together before resting your joined hands on your stomach.
Keeping eye contact, Ethan ran his tongue along your walls, feeling how they pulsated around him. You hopelessly clenched around him as a fire burns in the pit of your stomach, urging him to continue as desperate pleads leave your lips. “I love you,” you whispered in between moans. “Fuck, I love you.”
Your words fill in the holes in his heart that had formed last night, when he went to bed without knowing where you two stood, not knowing whether or not you were his anymore. As he let Chad push him onto this very bed a few hours after you broke up with him, he quickly realized that sleep wouldn’t overtake him as quickly as it would when he had the reassurance that you were still together.
He was tired, but he also never felt more alive and awake than he did right now. It was only a couple of hours ago that he had set out to look for you (after reading your text that broke his heart further) with a sore face that he had yet to do anything about as it wasn’t even close to being a priority at this point. He had to find you, apologize and possibly beg you to take him back.
Now he had you pinned to the bed, practically dripping for him because it was true. Your heart belonged to him, and his belonged to you. It was as simple as that.
At the feeling of your hands tightening against his, he knew you were close and he was desperate to get you to that point where you couldn’t focus on anything else other than him.
Him, who fucked you so good like he always did.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, please.”
When he lifted his head just a bit higher so his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, you were coming without warning. Your thighs encased his head, and this time he let you, and your body shook at the release flowing through you.
Ethan continued to fuck his tongue into you until he was sure he swallowed every drop you had to give him, before pulling away with a boyish grin gracing his face.
Heavy pants leave your lips as he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling his shirt off a few seconds later. He drops the fabric to the floor and pops open the button on his jeans but makes no move to push them down as he crawls back on top of you. His lips capture yours again, quickly taking your breath away once more.
Within seconds his hands are tugging your shirt upwards and off your shoulders, carelessly tossing it aside to join his. Your fingers find themselves on the waistline of his jeans and you make quick work of unzipping them and pushing them down his legs, all while keeping your lips locked on his.
Tugging down his boxers as well, you break away from the kiss and instantly his lips are on your neck, sucking his mark on you. Your hands hold his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you shift your hips upwards, creating the tiniest bit of much needed friction.
Ethan got the hint pretty quickly, sensing that you had recovered enough and weren’t as sensitive as you were a couple of minutes before. Keeping one hand under your back, he moved his other downwards and lined himself up with you. Before he could allow himself to enter you, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand inching around your shoulders to brush away the stray strands of hair that messily covered your face. He tucked them behind your ear, keeping eye contact as he murmured, “You’re the only girl I could ever want. The only one I love,”
His lips brushed against yours as he slid past your folds, entering you easily. You moaned into the kiss, pressing your lips harder against his as you threw your arms around his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as he began to set a steady pace.
“‘M sorry,” you whisper as your body moves with his thrusts. “I got jealous and I wasn’t being fair to you.”
Ethan shook his head as his pace slowed a bit, but not enough to the point where you felt the need to complain about the speed. You don’t think you could ever complain when being intimate with him as he never gave you a reason to.
He leaned down to press his forehead against yours, his nose bumping gently into yours every time he slid back into you. “You have nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he told you, and his words made a small smile form on your lips as you stared at his slightly open mouth. “Nothing to apologize for when I’m the fuck up here.”
Your eyes flickered upwards and you looked into his brown irises, seeing a hint of guilt still present in them. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” you murmur, keeping his face close to yours. “Nothing matters as long as we’re together.”
Ethan grins as that, his hand smoothing down your hair as his hips grind into yours. “My sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You’re too good for me.”
His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss. Your hands move up to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through the strands when he resumed his pace from a couple seconds ago. Your moans are lost to his mouth as he kisses you with a desperation you haven’t seen since your very first time together, back when both of you were still virgins in high school.
It wasn’t all that long ago, maybe just over a year, but it had still been a while since he kissed you, touched you, fucked you with such need, desperation and want. It had you feeling lightheaded and chills appeared all over your body, despite the room getting hotter as the seconds went on.
The kiss was broken as Ethan tucked his head away against your neck, where he let out throaty groans that sent waves of heat directly to your core. You clenched around him when you heard his breathy grunts, your arms sliding under his to claw at his back.
The sting of your nails sinking into him had Ethan groaning loudly, his pace picking up and his hands gripping your waist tightly. While your fingers were sure to leave crescent shaped indentations on his skin, his were undoubtedly going to leave bruises on yours.
He was actually surprised he hadn’t broken you yet with how rough his thrusts were and how tight his hands were holding you. You took everything he gave you and more and the thought had him holding himself back from an early release, one of his hands sliding down to wrap your leg around his waist.
The new angle caused him to reach deeper into you, his tip brushing against the sensitive spot deep in your core. Your eyes rolled back and your chest arched up into his. Once your legs were locked around his hips, he used his free hand to tug down one strap of your bra.
It fell off your shoulder easily and he reached around you to unclasp the black material. You helped him by sliding the other strap off and removing it from your body completely, dropping it into the growing pile of clothing beside his bed.
With your chest now fully exposed to him, Ethan had no control over his movements as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He tugged on the bud, making breathy moans leave your lips and your eyes close.
The sensation from both his hitting yours and his mouth on you was beginning to be too much. It didn’t help that every time he fucked into you, his skin would brush against your swollen and sensitive clit.
Moans were freely leaving your mouth at this point and you no longer had any control over them. Your heels pressed against his lower back, effectively making him inch even deeper into your greedy heat. Your walls hugged his length in a tight grip that could only be described as a vice, your previous release allowing him to slip in and out of you with no resistance.
You tugged his head closer to yours, your teeth tugging on the skin below his ear. “I’m close,” you mumbled, the fire in your stomach growing with each thrust of his hips.
“Yeah?” He asked, one hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen at the sudden pressure and your moans become more breathless as you lean into his touch. It wasn’t a tight hold he had on you, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. It was just enough to have you seeing stars in the best way possible. “You’re going to come for me again?”
The words he said in bed never failed to turn you on and have you unraveling beneath him. “Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, both from nearing the edge and from his grip on your neck. “Please, please, Eth.”
“Let me feel you,” he said through a clenched jaw, refraining from finishing before you did as his tip continued to graze against your sweet spot. “All over me.”
His words, that were borderline filthy, send you over the edge and you clench around him again, arching your back and pressing your head against the soft pillows. Your moans are music to his ears and he would happily have your sounds play on repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of his life.
Your eyes close as you let him use you in chase of his own release. The sensitivity makes your hands grip his shoulders tightly, your legs shaking around his waist as he reaches his climax as well.
His warmth fills you up entirely, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he rides out his high, his whimpers and whines being lost to the skin of your neck.
Minutes go by with him still buried in your warmth, both your chests beginning to rise and fall at a regular pace. Ethan grins as he lifts his head, making your lips turn upwards as well as he leans in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles when he pulls away, his eyes fixated on your kiss swollen lips. “Again.”
You just shake your head and pull him back onto you as you turn on your side and cuddle into his chest. “It’s okay,” you say back, running your fingers over his chest. “Next time, instead of inviting me through text, just take me with you.”
Ethan nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around you as you tangle your legs together. “Deal,”
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Leaving the battle shonen bubble to read other types of manga is an experience most battle shonen fans should do at some point
#astra writes#i’m okay with battle shonen#i first came into manga thanks to it#and I have some series that I do enjoy#but there are so many other cool(er) things to read#they don’t even need to be shonen#tbh it’s more enjoyable to branch out and experience different palletes#also you wouldn’t have people putting shonen mangakas on a pedestal#for doing the bare minimum
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