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An updated (April 3, 2024 7:48am pst) list of WW2 movies and TV shows in chronological order

thought out WW2 -(Imitation Game 2014) -(The Book Thief 2013) -(The Zookeeper’s Wife 2017) -(The Pianist 2002)

1937

October 26, 1937 Defence of Sihang Warehouse (The Eight Hundred 2020)

December 13, 1937 Nanjing Massacre - (John Rabe 2009) - (The Flowers of War 2011)

1938

Fall of 1938 (Munich – The Edge of War 2022)

1939

Summer 1939 (Six Minutes to Midnight 2020)

September 3, 1939 King George VI first wartime speech (King’s Speech 2010)

September 17, 1939, Soviet Union Invitation of Poland (The Way Back 2010)

November 30, 1939 Soviet Union invades Finland (The Winter War 1989)

1940

April 9, 1940 Operation Weserübung -(April 9th [movie] 2015) -(King’s Choice 2016) -(Narvik 2022) -(War Sailors 2023)

April 27, 1940 (Into the White 2011)

June 4, 1940 -Churchill gives “We Shall Fight on the Beaches” speech (Darkest Hour 2017) -Dunkirk Evaluation (Dunkirk 2017)

July 10-October 31, 1940 Battle of Britain (Battle of Britain 1969)

1941

May 1941 (Call to Spy 2019)

June 22, 1941 Operation Barbarossa -(Fortress of War [The Brest Fortres 2010) -(Defiance 2008)

September 8, 1941, Siege of Leningrad begins. -(Battle of Leningrad [Saving Leningrad] 2019) -(Leningrad 2009)

October 1941 Battle of Moscow (The Last Frontier [The Final Stand] 2020)

October 1941 Battle of Sevastopol (Battle for Sevastopol 2015)

December 7, 1941, the Empire of Japan attacks Pearl Harbor (Tora! Tora! Tora! 1970)

December 8, 1941 Japan invades Shanghai International Settlement (Empire of the Sun 1987)

1942

January 20, 1942, Wannsee Conference (Conspiracy 2001)

February 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Greyhound 2020)

February 1942 (The Railway Man 2013)

February 19, 1942, Bombing of Darwin (Australia 2008)

Spring 1942 (U-571 2000)

April 18, 1942 The Doolittle Raid (In Harm’s Way 2018)

June 4, 1942 Battle of Midway (Midway 2019)

1942 Summer Occupation of Jersey Island (Another Mother’s Son 2017 Prime)

July, 10 1942 Easy Company Trains in Camp Tocca (Band of Brothers 01x10 Currahee 2001)

July 21, 1942, Kokoda Track Campaign (Kokoda: 39th Battalion 2006)

August 7, 1942, 1st Marine Division land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 1 Guadalcanal/Leckie 2010)

August 19, 1942, Dieppe Raid (Dieppe 1993)

August 23, 1942 Battle of Stalingrad begins (Stalingrad 1993)

September 1942 Formation of Troop 30 (Age of Heroes 2011)

September 18, 1942, 7th Marines Land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 2 Basilone 2010)

Autumn of 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Das Boot 1981)

October 18, 1942, Operation Grouse (Heavy Water War Ep. 2 2015)

November 8, 1942, Operation Torch (The Big Red One 1980)

November 10-17 1942 Vasily Zaytsev kills 225 German Soldiers during the Battle of Stalingrad (Enemy at the Gates 2001)

December 1942 The 1st Marine Division on Guadalcanal is relieved (The Pacific Ep. 3 Melbourne 2010)

December 15, 1942, Battle of Mount Austen (Thin Red Line 1998)

1943

March 13-14 1943, liquidation of the Kraków Ghetto -(Schindler’s List 1993)

April 17, 1943 Operation Mincemeat (Operation Mincemeat 2021)

April 19, 1943, beginning of the Warsaw Uprising (Uprising 2001)

May 4, 1943, Final Mission of The Memphis Bell (Memphis Bell 1990)

May 15, 1943, Salamo Arouch and his family arrive in Auschwitz Concentration Camp (Triumph of the Spirit 1989)

May 27, 1943 Louis Zamperini plane crashes on a search and rescue mission (Unbroken 2014)

May 30, 1943 first All-American Girls Professional Baseball League game played (A League of Their Own 1992)

June 25, 1943, 100th Bomb Group flew its first 8th Air Force combat mission (Master of the Air: Part One 2024)

July 1943 -(The Tuskegee Airmen 1995) -(The Liberator Ep. 1 2020) -(Heavy Water War Ep. 5 2015)

July 16, 1943, The 100th Bomb Group bombed U-Boats in Tronbhdim (Masters of the Air: Part Two 2024)

August 17, 1943 the 4th Bomb Wing of the 100th Bomb Group bombed Regenberg (Masters of the Air: Part Three 2024)

September 16, 1943, William Quinn and Charles Bailey leave Belgium (Masters of the Air: Part Four 2024)

September 18, 1943 John ‘Bucky’ Egan returns from leave to join the mission to bomb Munster (Master of the Air: Part Five 2024

October 14, 1943, John ‘Bucky’ Egan interrogated at Dulag Lut, Frankfurt Germany (Masters of the Air: Part Six 2024)

December 26, 1943, 1st Marine Division lands on Cape Gloucester (The Pacific Ep. 4 Gloucester/Pavuvu/Banika 2010)

1944

January 22, 1944, Battle of Anzio -(The Liberator Ep. 2 2020) -(Red Tails 2012) -(Anzio 1968)

February 20, 1944, Hydro Ferry bombing (Heavy Water War Ep. 6 2015)

March 7, 1944, Stalag Luft III Sagan, Germany, Germans find the concealed radio Bucky was using to learn news of the War (Master of the Air: Part Seven 2024)

March 24/25, 1944 Allied Mass Escape of Stalag Luft III (The Great Escape 1963)

June 1944 (Cross of Iron 1977)

June 6, 1944, 00:48 & 01:40 First airborne troops begin to land on Normandy (Band of Brothers 02x10 Day of Days 2001)

June 6, 1944, 06:30 D-Day landings -(Storming Juno 2010)

-(Saving Private Ryan 1998)

June 10, 1944, Easy Company Takes Carentan (Band of Brothers 03x10 Carentan 2001)

June 15-July 9, 1944 Battle of Saipan

-(Windtalkers 2002)

-(Oba: The Last Samurai 2011)

July, 1944 The Monuments Men land in Normandy (The Monuments Men 2014)

July 20, 1944 Operation Valkyrie (Valkyrie 2008)

August 12, 1944, The 332nd Fighter Group attack Radar stations in Southern France (Masters of the Air: Part Eight 2024)

September 15, 1944, U.S. Marines landed on Peleliu at 08:32 (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 16, 1944, U.S Marines take Peleliu Airfield (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 17, 1944, Operation Market Garden

-(Band of Brothers 04x10 Replacements 2001)

-(A Bridge Too Far 1977)

October 2, 1944 Battle of Scheldt (Forgotten Battle 2021)

October 12, 1944, Battle of Peleliu, Assault on Bloody Nose Ridge (the Pacific Ep. 7 Peleliu Hills 2010)

October 13, 1944, Rovaniemi public buildings were destroyed (Sisu 2022)

October 14, 1944, Erwin Rommel is arrested (Rommel 2012 Prime)

October 22/23, 1944, 2100 – 0200 Operation Pegasus (Band of Brothers 05x10 Crossroads 2001)

November 1944 middle of the Battle of Hürtgen Forest (When Trumpets Fade 1998)

December 16, 1944, Battle of the Bulge (Band of Brothers 06x10 Bastogne 2001)

December 1944 (Hart’s War 2002)

1945

January 2, 1945 (The Liberator Ep 3 2020)

January 10, 1945 (Attack Force Z)

January 13, 1945, Battle of Foy (Band of Brothers 07x10 The Breaking Point 2001)

January 30, 1945 The Raid at Cabanatuan (The Great Raid 2002)

February 14, 1945, David Webb rejoins the 506th in Haguenau (Band of Brothers 08x10 The Last Patrol 2001)

February 19, 1945, Battle of Iwo Jima starts. - (Letters from Iwo Jima 2006) - (The Pacific Ep. 8 Iwo Jima 2010) - (Flags of our Fathers 2006)

March 21, 1945, Operation Carthage (The Bombardment 2021)

April, 1945 (Fury 2014)

April 5, 1945, 506th Finds abandoned Concentration Camp (Band of Brothers 09x10 Why We Fight 2001)

April 26, 1945, near the end of the war in Europe (A Woman in Berlin 2008)

April 29, 1945, 45th Infantry Division liberated Dachau Concentration camp (The Liberator Ep. 4 2020)

May 2, 1945, Fall of Berlin -(Downfall 2004) -(Jojo Rabbit 2019)

May 1945 Battle of Okinawa -(Hacksaw Ridge 2016) -(The Pacific Ep. 9 Okinawa 2010)

May 7, 1945, Germany Surrenders V-E Day - (Master of the Air: Part Nine 2024) - (Band of Brothers 10x10 Points 2001)

July 30, 1945, USS Indianapolis sank. (USS Indianapolis 2016)

August 15, 1945, The Empire of Japan surrenders end of the War. -(Oppenheimer 2023) -(The Pacific Part Ten: Home 2010)

September 11, 1945 US Military search and Arrest Japanese Leaders for war crimes (Emperor 2012)

1946 April 29, 1946 Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal (Tokyo Trial 2016)

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Empty Stomach | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! This one's for my fellow ED sufferers. I mean, it's for everyone. But like, it's dedicated to those with past or current ED issues. That being said, do not read this if it is going to upset and / or trigger you. I will not be offended. Scroll on by if need be, catch ya next time. No worries, take care of ya mental health. Much love. ✌️💕

WARNINGS: Discussion of past eating disorder (bulimia), vomit, illness

The chill of the tile pushed its way through the fabric of your pajama pants. With your knees pulled into your chest, you sat hunched over on the bathroom floor. Back resting against the wall. Blanket draped over your shoulders. An unopened bottle of Gatorade rested next to you, along with a bottle of water you’d failed to drink.

The time read 3:48am. Three hours of nothing but misery passed surprisingly fast, you thought. It was just after midnight when a strong wave of nausea pummeled into you and forced you from your bed. And since that moment, you found yourself lurching over the toilet every twenty minutes.

Last night’s lasagna and red wine came up almost violently. And the tiramisu you’d eaten for dessert didn’t taste nearly as good the second time around. Round after round of painful retching disgusted you, made you cringe. Seeing your food make a second appearance only multiplied your already severe nausea. And with the way your night was going, you feared you’d never be able to enjoy Italian again.

The back of your throat grew scorched with stomach acid. Your nose burned. And the turbulence in your stomach refused to quit. Eventually, your body eliminated your dinner completely. It was gone, flushed away. And you thought you might be done with this whole nightmare. You even ventured back to bed.

But only minutes after warming the cold sheets with your body heat, you found yourself on the bathroom floor once again. With a vengeance, bile burned its way up your esophagus and forced itself out of your mouth. It seemed to you that this was your punishment for going back to bed. And so, you decided to take up residency in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

But you needed a blanket- desperately. It just so happened that this misery decided to take place on one of the coldest nights of the year. And if you were to survive till morning, you needed a small piece of comfort. You mustered enough strength to fetch a blanket- Bucky’s favorite blanket- from your bedroom and drag it back to the bathroom. It was sad. Pathetic, even. But holding the soft, woven fabric that smelled like him tight around your shoulders brought a sliver of ease. It wasn’t nearly as good as having Bucky there, but it was better than nothing.

Tik Toks and YouTube videos helped you pass the time between each bout of heaving. You watched every video recommended to you- as long as it didn’t involve food. Just the thought of watching Rhett and Link eat carne asada pizza or Rosanna Pansino make Macha macarons was enough to turn your stomach. Again.

The throbbing in your head, no doubt a side effect of dehydration, pulled you from the bathroom floor and into the kitchen. You needed water. Electrolytes. And you swore you’d apologize to Bucky for stealing a bottle of his Riptide Rush Gatorade. Not that he’d ever care; he would’ve given you his right arm if you asked for it.

When you finally settled back onto the bathroom floor with an arm full of drinks, you let yourself feel the sadness that came up with each rush of Vomit. You were too nauseated to drink any of the fluids you sought out. And more than anything, you wished Bucky was with you. Every night that he didn’t spend at your place felt like a night wasted. Without him, your apartment simply wasn’t the same. It wasn’t as comfy or as homey. Didn’t feel as safe. Something was missing.

Part of you was glad he wasn’t there to see your lasagna resurface, though. It was utterly vile and would surely embarrass you if he were witness. But you missed him all the same.

Between the violent retching and the bitter cold of late December, every cell in your body trembled. You were weak, cold, miserable. And very, very alone. If Bucky were with you, you knew he’d take care of you. He’d keep you company while your food rebelled against your body. He’d keep you warm. And he’d put a smile on your face, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Ever since you grew close with Bucky, you were there for each other. Took care of each other. It was a given, an unspoken agreement. You wanted to be the other’s support system. The one in their corner. Bucky never felt so safe with anyone, and you returned the sentiment.

He often needed stitches after a mission or talking down after a nightmare, and you were always there. No questions asked. You closed his wounds and held his hand. You pulled him as his body vibrated with panic. Comforting him was a no-brainer. And just as you were there for him, he was there for you. Whether the flu made you cough up a lung or a clumsy step left your ankle twisted, he had your back. He took care of you when you had an allergic reaction to truffle oil and brought you comfort when strep throat stole your voice.

You treated each other with the utmost care, the deepest affections. You each sat atop the other’s list of priorities, never leaving the number one spot. And by the time you started dating, you could practically read the other’s mind. When he needed you, you were by his side. And when you needed him, he was there.

But not tonight; tonight, he was at the compound. He’d had a long day of meetings about the Flag Smashers and John Walker that kept him trapped in a conference room for hours. He hoped that with the early start time that morning, he’d be out by dinner. He wanted to return home and snuggle up on the couch with you in his arms. But as 9pm rolled around, his hopes of making it back to you in a timely manner died.

At 10pm, Rhodey called it. Everyone was tired. Bored. Utterly fried. He dismissed the meeting- with the caveat that they’d reconvene early the next morning. And Bucky wasn’t happy. He dug his phone out of his pocket and gave you a call, voicing his distaste for the seemingly eternal meeting.

“I’m so sorry, doll, it ran long. Really long,” he’d said. “But I’m gonna head your way in a minute, okay? I should be back by…” he looked at his watch and stifled a yawn, “by elevenish.”

“Maybe you should just stay there tonight, Buck. You were up at five this morning- you sound sleepy.”

Bucky shook his head, even though you couldn’t see him. “No, no- I don’t wanna stay here. I wanna come be with you, sweetheart.”

“I’d rather be with you too, but it’s just one night,” you’d told him. “I know you’re exhausted, and I don’t want you driving back if you’re tired. It’s not a good idea. Just sleep there and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Bucky sighed. “I just miss you, that’s all. I didn’t get to talk to you all day and now I can’t see you till tomorrow.” All he ever wanted was to be with you.

“If it weren’t such a long drive, it would be different, babe. But forty minutes of driving with a fried brain doesn’t sound safe.” You crawled into your empty bed and found yourself rolling onto Bucky’s side. The sheets smelled just like him; if you closed your eyes, you could’ve sworn he was home. “I miss you, too. But I’d rather you rest and come home tomorrow in one piece.”

From Bucky’s end of the line, you heard him step into the elevator and press the button for his old floor. “I know, I know. You’re right,” he conceded. “I really am beat. Something about going over the same details a thousand times took it out of me.” He leaned against the elevator wall and let out another yawn, “I’m gonna go to sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay? I love you. So much.”

“Okay, Buck. I love you, baby”.

You hung up the phone, knowing damn well you wouldn’t get much shut eye. Being with Bucky every night always lulled you right to sleep. It was so easy to find peace in his arms that rest never evaded you. But without him, things were different. Your mind wandered. The bed was never as cozy. You stole a book from his bedside table and cracked it open, hoping to tire yourself out.

After two hours of reading, the nausea hit. Your mouth flooded with saliva and your heart rate jumped. You hadn’t relaxed since.

As you changed position, desperate to find a way to be comfortable on the tile, you wished you lived closer to the compound. If it were a five minute drive from your place, Bucky would've been by your side the second the meeting ended; it was where he belonged. But he couldn't come home- not tonight. And while you were glad he made the safe choice, you wished he was just right down the road.

Bucky spent every night at your place, save for when he was on missions. It was his home, just as much as it was yours. He kept all his clothes there and most of his things. He helped with all the household duties. He even fixed the faulty latches on your windows so that they no longer allowed the cold winter air to seep in.

But even after all that, he always knocked.

To him, it seemed like the least he could do. It didn’t feel quite right, barging into your apartment as though he owned the place. Sure, he basically lived there. But you didn’t make him help with rent- no matter how many times he offered. You knew he didn’t have much regarding monetary wealth. And his job didn’t exactly pay a salary. So, you never asked for his share of the monthly dues. It didn’t even cross your mind; you were just happy to have him there with you.

It was kind of you, Bucky had no doubt about that. But it didn’t feel fair. So, he saved the key you gave him and swore to use it for emergencies only. He opted, instead, to knock and wait for an invitation inside. ‘Like a vampire’, you always joked.

You checked the time once again- 4:01am. This was agony. And in your exhausted state, you found yourself missing Bucky more than usual. With the energy drained from your body, your emotions had room to grow in size. And the feeling that grew the biggest was your longing for him. Here you were, in your most vulnerable state, without the love of your life. He was almost an hour away, incapable of bringing you comfort in your time of need.

And while spending one night apart wasn’t the end of the world, it surely wasn’t ideal- especially when you felt like death.

But as you thought about how different things would be with Bucky there, you realized: even if he was home, you wouldn’t have woken him. Sleep often evaded him; and back before he found you, he never got more than an hour of uninterrupted rest at once. But with your help, he was getting better. He was sleeping more and waking up screaming less. Sure, it was a slow process, but there was hope for him.

And so, waking him for something as innocuous as food poisoning simply wouldn’t be right. If this were an emergency, things would be different. But if he lay sleeping in the next room while you puked up bad lasagna, who were you to wake him?

Knowing that he was home would’ve made your situation a touch more bearable, though. It would’ve been enough to bring you comfort. Even having the option to crawl into bed next to him or feel his hand in yours would ease some of the misery, even if you couldn’t leave the bathroom long enough to do so.

Miserable, you shot a quick text to Bucky:

Been puking my guts out all night :(

The intention behind the message wasn’t to upset him when he read it the next morning. Or to make him feel bad for not coming home to you. You just wanted to complain, to vent some of your negative feelings. And only for a second. It wasn’t often that you felt sorry for yourself, especially not when you knew how much Bucky suffered. But this was a moment of weakness. And now matter the horrors Bucky went through, he always listened.

Your forehead fell against your knees and your chin rested on your chest. A deep sigh filled your lungs. God, you were tired. Utterly spent. Voiding your body so aggressively drained every ounce of your energy.

You missed your bed. Missed resting in Bucky’s arms and listening to his heartbeat as you laid on his chest. You needed a respite, a quick break from the misery. With a yawn, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut and your phone to slip from your hands. And for the first time that night, you actually drifted off to sleep.

But a persistent thudding noise pulled you awake half an hour later. It roused you from the rest your body so desperately needed, and just as you wondered what caused it, saliva rushed into your mouth. You ditched your blanket and knelt forward just in time for more acidic bile to push past your lips. It burned inside your nose and made your eyes water, but the sound of your front door opening pulled your focus.

“Baby?” Bucky shouted from down the hall.

A reply sat on the tip of your tongue- but drowned in another wash of vomit.

The heaving, retching sounds coming from the bathroom sent a rush of anxiety through Bucky’s system. He fled in your direction and burst through your bathroom door as his heart hammered against his ribs.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he knelt by your side and took in the scene before him as you caught your breath. You, his best girl, getting sick. Very sick. He clocked the blanket on the floor, your dead phone- you must’ve been in here a while. “Hey, what’s going on, doll?” His tone was soft and his words gentle. But the worry in his voice was unmistakable.

It took a few long moments for you to recover. “I got food poisoning from the Italian place on 9th,” you rested once more against the wall. “I ordered take out for dinner and it was clearly a mistake.” Just the thought was enough to make you sick again, but you powered through.

“Oh…” A sigh of relief left Bucky’s chest. “Oh, I thought you were-” he didn’t finish his sentence. But his shoulders relaxed and the tension in his brow dissipated. He wrapped the blanket around you and pulled you gently into his side.

“What, Buck?”

“Nothing, doll. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.” He cracked open your Gatorade and offered it to you, “can you drink some of this for me? We need to make sure you stay hydrated.”

Something lingered under Bucky’s words. And though your mind was a bit foggy from the exhaustion, you put two and two together. “Oh, you thought… you thought I relapsed?”

Bucky nodded.

Back when you’d only been dating for about a month, you decided to be honest with Bucky. He was truthful with you about his past and the PTSD that followed; it wasn’t fair of you to keep things from him. And so, you opened up to him about your past issues with food. With your body image. The way you used to force yourself to vomit until there was nothing left. Or until you tasted blood. He knew all about your struggle to recover and the way that, sometimes, those dark thoughts still tempted you to void your system.

He listened and expressed admiration for your perseverance. He told you he was proud of you. He was so happy that, every day, you chose recovery. He kept an eye on you after you told him, watching for any signs of distress. But you’d done so well. You kept the promise you made to yourself. And just a few weeks ago, when the two-year anniversary of your last forced purge passed, he spent the day showering you in praise and congratulations.

“I know you’ve been doing really well- I didn’t mean to assume anything. But I saw your text-”

You frowned, more worried for him than yourself. "Why were you awake?"

“Couldn't sleep," he said. "And when I tried to call, you didn’t answer.” He felt another surge of anxiety flood his system, “I got nervous. I needed to come check on you.”

Your lack of energy kept you from climbing into his lap or throwing your arms around his neck. Instead, you nuzzled closer to him. Let your head rest on his chest. It was all you could manage. “Buck, you’re so- I didn’t mean to scare you, babe. Probably should’ve given you some context. My bad.”

He shook his head, “no, don’t worry about it, doll. I would’ve come anyway- you’re not feeling well, I couldn’t let you be here all by yourself.” He pulled you a bit closer, “I’m just glad you’re okay. Well, not ‘okay’ cause obviously, you’re sick. But I’m happy you’re not that kind of sick.”

Bucky once again offered you the bottle of Gatorade, which you finally accepted. A few small sips rinsed most of the lingering vomit taste from your mouth. “You weren’t supposed to drive…” you said after a while.

“I know. But you’re sick.” He prompted you to keep drinking. “And if you were, um…” he didn’t like saying the word.

“Relapsing.”

He nodded. “If that was happening, I thought you might need me.” Truth be told, he would’ve done anything for you. Killed for you. Died for you. He’d burn the world and everyone in it- all for you.

“That’s an understatement,” you gave a weak laugh. Your raw throat throbbed. “But we agreed you wouldn’t drive, Buck. You were supposed to sleep.”

He shrugged, “I couldn’t. Turns out I’ve grown accustomed to sharing a bed with you. Can’t sleep if I don’t have ya with me, sweetheart.”

It was sweet, yes, but struck a nerve. “Wait, so… you don’t sleep on missions?”

He shook his head.

“Buuuuuuck-”

“I know, I know. But I try- I always try. I swear. It just doesn’t work.”

With that, you found yourself lurching forward once again. Your eyes watered and tears ran down your cheeks. A painful force pushed out what little remained in your system.

“Wow, you have really strong feelings about me not sleeping.”

At his stupid joke, a small laugh rumbled out of your chest- followed by more vomit. Coughs and sputters rattled out of your chest. Saliva dripped from your chin.

And though you knew you weren't done with this bout of retching, you wouldn't let him off the hook. "You need rest, Buck. And if you haven't slept, you shouldn't drive. It's not-" A flood of bile interrupted you.

“Okay, alright. I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. But we can talk about it later,” he said, easing a hand up and down your spine. “Just let me take care of you for now, okay?”

And he did. No matter how many times your body violently emptied, Bucky had your back. He kept you hydrated, even when you didn’t want to be. And held you close between bouts of heaving. He kept you company. Kept your spirits high, regardless of how awful you felt. And no matter how tired he was, he stayed awake with you. He freed himself from the clutches of exhaustion and kept only you in focus, never allowing sleep to win. He wouldn’t rest- not until you did.

Every few minutes, he checked his watch. Timing the space between each instance of nausea helped him anticipate your movements. Your needs. And just like you said, they attacked every twenty minutes.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” you muttered, your head resting in his lap. Your eyelids fluttered and your words came out soft, breathy. “Even though you weren’t supposed to drive… I’m happy you made it home.”

Bucky ghosted a finger across your cheek, “So am I, doll.”

Your eyes were fully closed now, and you’d fallen silent. Bucky hoped you’d finally been able to fall asleep. And then, out of nowhere, you spoke, “And you used your key.” Though opening your eyes was too much work, a warm, satisfied smile pulled at your lips.

Bucky, too, smiled. “I did,” he said. “Had to. Needed to get to you.”

A happy hum left your chest and you nuzzled against Bucky’s thigh. “Thank you… Love you, Barnes.”

“Love you, baby.”

And finally, you were out. Bucky kept his eye on the time. Twenty minutes passed. Then forty. And when an hour went by without you stirring, Bucky sighed with relief. “I’m taking you to bed…” he whispered, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. He snaked his arms around you with the utmost care and lifted you from the cold tile floor. He held you close to his body, almost as though he were shielding you from something.

“Thank god it’s only food poisoning,” he whispered in the quiet of your apartment. He remembered the pure dread than sunk in his stomach the moment he read your text. Your words painted a vision in his mind, a horrible picture of you forcing nutrients out of your system. He shook his head at the thought. “I was really scared for you tonight.”

He placed you on your side of the bed and wrapped the covers around you, protecting you from the biting winter air. A quick double back to the bathroom allowed Bucky to retrieve your water and Gatorade, and a trip to the kitchen supplied you with extra. Just in case you needed more.

And when everything was set just so, he stripped out of his clothes and finally climbed into bed. “See? Knew I should’ve just come home, doll.” This was all he wanted all day. He got himself settled under the covers and molded his body to yours. He was supposed to be here- right here- next to you. At all times. It was better for you, better for him.

Peace settled over your bedroom and Bucky felt exhaustion pulling him under- until an alarm sounded in his head. He quickly scrounged around in the dark for his phone and, against his will, removed himself from the bed. He was so close to getting some rest, to spending the night tucked closely next to his best girl- but of course, something had to get in his way.

He scrolled through his contacts with a sigh and found the name he needed before pressing call. James Rhodes didn’t particularly like Bucky. And definitely wasn’t happy that his least favorite person decided to call in the wee hours of the early morning. But the least Bucky could do was give him a heads up.

“I’m not coming in tomorrow. My girl’s really sick and I need to be with her.”

Rhodes couldn’t believe Bucky called him so late- or, early- to give him such inconsequential news. “Um, okay. That sucks, I hope she feels better. But people get sick, Barnes. She’ll be okay. I still expect you to attend tomorrow-”

“No, I’m not leaving her here by herself. That’s final.”

Rhodes tried to form a rebuttal, but Bucky ended the call. He even shut off his phone for good measure.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart…” he whispered, climbing back into bed. “But I’m all yours tomorrow. Well, let’s be honest, I’m all yours for the rest of time. But you know what I mean.”

Once again, he wriggled under the covers and snuggled close to you. You didn’t move when the bed dipped under his weight, nor did you stir when he curled around you. He knew you were so depleted, so spent that you wouldn’t wake until noon- if then.

“I’m so glad you texted me,” he whispered into the dark. He let a hand trail up and down your arm, pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “And I’m so- I’m so glad you’re alright.” He fidgeted and maneuvered himself, wishing he could scoot closer to you. But every surface of his body was already pressed to yours; he big-spooned you so intensely that not even a millimeter-sized gap remained. Still, he wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t sure he ever would be.

“But even if you weren’t- if you actually had um… if you-” he swallowed hard, “if you relapsed, I’d be here. I always will be- through all of it. No matter what happens. I don’t care how far away I am, I’ll find a way to get to you. I promise.”

With his promise spoken, a weight lifted from Bucky’s shoulders. He didn’t like thinking about you getting sick again, about your mind sabotaging your body like that. He knew it was possible, though. His own mental health hadn’t always been stellar, and he knew how easy it was to slip into the darkness. But the last time you battled your demons, you were alone. You kept your struggle a secret and didn’t bother resisting the downward spiral.

Bucky hoped that having him would make things easier if you ever did fall down that slippery slope once again. Not that being in a relationship could save your mental health- he knew well enough that that wasn’t possible.

He just thought that having someone by your side- someone who loved and supported you without judgement- would give you the strength you needed if the monsters ever came calling again. It certainly worked for him. Allowing you into his life kept him from the precipice on more than one occasion; he just hoped to do the same for you, if need be.

He knew you trusted him exactly the way he trusted you, and it granted him solace. He knew that if, heaven forbid, things ever got bad for you again, you’d let him help you. You’d be truthful with him about your struggles. You'd lean on him, go to him for support. Knowing that you had a safety net allowed him to breathe easier. And finally, after over twenty-four hours spent awake, Bucky fell into a deep sleep.

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so i know you posted your sannin swap like. over a year ago, but my friend recently got into naruto and she combed tumblr for art and comics and the likes, found your AU and kept telling me about it, so i was like well fuck i gotta find this and read it and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! the way you characterized everyone is so good!!!!!! i know sakura is poorly written in the source material and blah blah blah she got done dirty and all that, so seeing her portrayed so??? well?????? oh my GOD!!!!! it’s so good!!!!! i just. had to save the links to all the parts so i can reread it. everything about it is so good and i fucking love it. i will be thinking about sage mode sakuras design for the next 3-5 business days. this au is gonna take over my brain and make me say some thought i have about this au to customers when i’m at my job. like i’ll be scooping someone’s ice cream and fumble my brain thoughts so bad and say something about the au instead of whatever i usually say to people when i’m my Customer Service Mode tm. there was more i was gonna say but i dont have the brain power to articulate it properly and its 2:48am where i am right now. uhhhhhhhhh i dont have any more cool words other than i fucking love your sannin swap au!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah i also had the thought of sasuke thinking about how they should stop making knives that talk to him. i think thats a quote from something but its infiltrated my brain and i say that stupid shit to my friends ALL THE TIME. anyways. love your art style, love your johnkats, my sister was a huge johnkatter and showed me your stuff after i read homestuck at the ripe age of 13. i dont remember what this ask was about. love your art, take it easy and keep it sleazy. love peace and taco grease. gog bless

Omg thank you soooo much this is delightfully unhinged haha, rest assured part 8 is slowly happening in between all the real life bullshit I got going on!!! Hope you’ll enjoy it too!!!!!

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 8 months

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Chaos Is Among Us

Pairings: Eclipse/Polar, Kill Code/Glamrock Freddy, Lunar/Mini Music Man, Sun/Foxy (pre-relationship)

Word Cound: 1,155 Words

Summary: Unintentional bonding and the unholy act.

Warnings: Innuendo (mentioned) Sex (mentioned only), Creep (mentioned), Caps, Cursing, Death (mentioned only), Vomitting (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 3: The Horrors

3:40am

Why Is This My Family?

Blood Moon: Why are both Mama and Dad and Peepaw’s rooms making loud noises?

Harvest Moon: Hey, @Moon, can we come over and visit? Maybe help with Plex patrol even?

Moon: Yeah, sure come on little ducklings.

Solar Flare: Thank you, my god that was awkward.

Moon: Why not just bang on the walls and tell them to keep it down?

Harvest Moon: Because that might involve telling Blood Moon what they’re doing.

Solar Flare: Yeah, and Blood Moon is the only one left with some kinda innocence and we don’t want to get rid of what’s left of it.

Moon: Makes sense. Just don’t go in Lunar’s room. He has Mini over. Mini is getting the railing of a lifetime.

Harvest Moon: Are all of you adults just sinners?

Moon: No, I’m asexual.

Solar Flare: No, you just commit crimes instead.

Moon: You got me there. But still. Sunny literally went out for ice cream and hasn’t come back for three hours now since I started my patrol. It’s quite funny, honestly.

Lunar: We’ve been done for a half hour, idiots.

Blood Moon: Done with what?

Lunar: Making loud noises. Yeah, it’s a game to see how loud you can be and Mini was winning. We played for two and a half hours and Mini still won.

Blood Moon: Ooh, is that the game Mama and Dad and Peepaw and Freddy are playing?

Moon: …Yes.

Sun: Wait, I can come home now without hearing the sound of the unholy?

Lunar: Yes, Sun.

Sun: Finally, I can stop hiding in Gator Golf.

Moon: Why are you bugging Monty? Are you two dating in secret or something?

Sun: What? No! Never! Monty and I are friends and he let me crash here to avoid Lunar and Mini Music Man’s unholiness. If anyone, I’m interested in Foxy.

Moon: You mean the guy who hit on me? That ancient little fleabag?

Sun: The very same.

Moon: Okay, who replaced Sun with a copy that’s completely lost its mind?

Lunar: Not it, I was busy.

Sun: Come on, his memory got reset, he doesn’t even remember hitting on you. And the new suit he got makes him much less of an ‘ancient little fleabag’.

Moon: I hate this family and I hate existing.

Harvest Moon: At least you’ve got your three ducklings free of sin, Uncle Moon.

Moon: Yeah fine, I’ll live for the ducklings.

Blood Moon: Can I be the cute duckling with a pink bow on my head?

Moon: Yeah, kid, we’ll get you a pink bow for your hair.

Sun: I have a box full of bows, c’mere kid.

Moon: Sun, that is the most creepy sentence you have ever written and I was there when you said ‘who wants candy until your parents come for pickup’. Please rethink your grammar choices.

Sun: LISTEN

Moon: NO

Sun: I’m allowed to spoil my grand-niece!

Moon: Not at the cost of sounding like a creepy uncle at a barbecue!

Blood Moon: Uncle Sunny, I’m here. Can I have my bow?

Sun: Yes, Blood Moon. I have a pretty pink one.

Sun: bloodmoonwithabowinherhair.jpg

Sun: Sending her back to you, Mama Duck Moon.

Moon: Hate that. Thanks.

Blood Moon: I GOT A BOW!

Solar Flare: It’s very pretty, sister.

Harvest Moon: You look adorable, twin.

Lunar: Ya look cute.

6:48am

Why Is This My Family?

Moon: @Eclipse @Polar I kidnapped your kids. This is a random note. I require coffee and bagels in exchange for the safe return of your kids that are all sleeping on me.

Eclipse: Oh shit.

Polar: Yeah, yeah, we’ll be over in an hour to collect the kids.

Kill Code: Oh my god, we scared the kids out of the house!

Lunar: Yeaaaaaah hearing your Mom and Grandpa getting railed does that. They’re safe, I’m currently taking pictures of Moon being trapped under your kids.

Eclipse: My god, they’re gonna need therapy.

Polar: We have attained coffee and bagels. We’re on our way up.

Kill Code: I’m on my way too.

Moon: Good, I’m getting lethargic you being out of my body so long.

Kill Code: I’m sorry!

Moon: Finally, hate you.

Kill Code: Listen, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep! I was tired! I had my back blown out!

Moon: I don’t want to know this information.

Sun: Y’all are cursed. Your whole family is cursed. The adults at least.

Polar: I have acquired my daughter and sons, that’s all I care about.

2:25pm

Why Is This My Family?

Lunar: mynamespeteandilikejugsimmentallyillandimondrugs.gif

Moon: Lunar, that is so random, what?

Lunar: My therapist said I have something called ‘hd tv’.

Moon: …

Moon: You mean ‘adhd’?

Lunar: Yes, that’s the word! See, I wasn’t listening to Dr. Sheph again, I was zoning out thinking about the Saw movies again.

Moon: Lunar?

Lunar: Yes?

Moon: Listen to Dr. Sheph.

Lunar: Aw. Fine. But I’m still gonna talk about Saw during my therapy sessions and he can’t do nothing about it!

Moon: *long deep sigh*

Sun: Did you just really type out ‘long deep sigh’?

Moon: Yes, Sun, yes I did.

Sun: Alrighty then.

Eclipse: Hey samesies on the ADHD.

Lunar: I am now denouncing having ADHD.

Eclipse: Oh, come on!

Lunar: Nu-uh, don’t wanna bond with you over ANYTHING be happy I’m talking in a chatroom where you are.

Eclipse: Not even if I wanted to watch the Saw movies with you?

Lunar: …

Lunar: I’m bringing over my disk set of all ten movies, you better set up fast, you discount soggy Dorito chip. This will take 16 hours and 11 minutes minimum with no pauses.

Eclipse: Getting everything ready. Polar, GET OUT!

Polar: I’ve been evicted in favor of gore movies.

Lunar: You can join if you want.

Polar: Nah. I don’t handle gore well.

Lunar: Then yeah, stay the fuck out.

Polar: Guess I’m stealing the guest room tonight then.

Moon: You’re weird, Polar.

Lunar: Don’t make it sound like you didn’t puke watching them the first time.

Moon: Listen! Some of them got me yeah. Especially Valentina. And Joyce.

Lunar: You better shut up about Valentina and Joyce before I shut you up. No spoiling Eclipse!

Eclipse: I have no clue who those people are, I’m just happy to spend time and bond with you over ADHD.

Lunar: …I’ve been bamboozled by my hyperfixation into *gag* spending time with you.

Eclipse: We’ll you can’t leave now, the first movie’s already playing and you said you’d show me the movies.

Lunar: Alas.

6:41am

Why Is This My Family?

Moon: Sooooooo

Moon: How did bonding goooooo?

Eclipse: New hyperfixation! New hyperfixation!

Lunar: It was nice watching the movies again with someone who doesn’t throw up watching them.

Moon: Listen, I’ve apologized seven times now for throwing up on you during the Valentina scene. I’m sorry! At least we weren’t in a theater and I cleaned it up!

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nxghttme · 2 years

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(Yea so I didn't proof read but I think its right...ANYWAYS enjoy <3)

"Toji, what on-," you groaned, still very much asleep. Prying your exhausted lids open, you peeked at your phone screen, snarling a bit at how bright the light was. 2:48am, Jesus Christ almighty, on exam week, too...

"How are you here, Toji, its been 3 weeks since–"

That was as far as you could go with your interrogation as you felt a thick, wet member glide through the seam of your little panties. Not enough to jolt you fully awake, but enough to make you whine and reach down for the messy mop of black hair that had zeroed in between your legs. You could feel a warm snicker on to the fabric of your underwear as the famed killer began to press his lips on to your still-clothed womanhood. "Mmmmm, come on, baby doll… you know your man missed you."

Your man. The thought made you smile.

Maybe it was half a year ago or so, you couldn't quite remember the date and he sure as hell couldn't be counted on to recollect it either. It didn't matter, after all, not with everything you two had been through. You were headed home from a mission one night and, be it fate or misfortune, you decided to take one of the darker alleyways home. Not the smartest move you've made, and to this day you questioned just how much more peaceful your life could've been had you not ridden off your post-mission high, thinking you were invincible even in a nasty, stinking back road in an industrial area.

It had begun raining, you hadn't cared since you were headed home and it would be the weekend. You could always take your jujutsu uniform kimono to the dry cleaner tomorrow after you had slept in and had a luxurious brunch, and then… you stumbled upon him. A crumpled, bloodied heap of carved out muscle, soaked in the torrential downpour. You could see the swirls of his blood mixing with the rivulets of water, coursing into the Tokyo drainage system. You froze in your tracks before getting on your knees to assess damage, fishing your phone out for your flashlight. Lifting his chin up, your heart stopped—this was no ordinary man, no casual victim of gang violence.

Sharp, chiseled features. Glimmering emerald eyes (, and a distinct scar on the corner of his right lip. You felt your veins seize up as you recognized the Sorcerer Killer. The Zenin Shinobi. Fushiguro Toji. You know, the man who was out to kill all your colleagues and had nigh succeeded in slaughtering the Strongest, Gojo Satoru.

It would've been cold-hearted, but ultimately in the best interest of the jujutsu community for you to have just killed him while he was down like this. Nobody had ever seen Fushiguro Toji in this weakened, vulnerable state and likely never would. The stars had ultimately aligned at this very moment to grant safety for you and your fellow sorcerers with the Assassin being disarmed. Not that life wouldn't continue to be treacherous with the eternal presence of curses and curse users, but this Zenin recluse was a huge promulgator of sorcerer deaths. You had that power to remove him from the equation permanently, now in the palm of your hand and what did you choose to do?

You somehow took the brawny mountain of a man home.

How a pea-sized thing (clearly, with a brain to match) like you managed to drag Fushiguro Toji home you'd never know, but you did. You got the Beast into your home, undressed and cleaned and did your utmost to patch him up. You had the chance to call 119 and have local, civilian paramedics heal him back up who'd likely protect him from your vengeful fellows, and yet you elected to grant him sanctuary and healing.

Did you feel guilty about betraying your fellows and harboring this most notorious serial killer? Giving him likely his 58th lease on his charmed life? You did. You really did feel the pangs of remorse every time you caught wind of Toji having brutalized another lower grade sorcerer that just happened to have crossed the wrong politician or clansman.

But, oh. Oh, did Toji make the guilt so much sweeter with how he worshipped your body.

Sure. It could be said that you both could've called it even. You saved his life and he'd turn a blind eye to any hit lists that had your name on it and truly, he did. He even made it a point to eschew hits that involved your personal circle from the moment you took him under your roof. You would never have thought that someone as money-driven and demonic as the Sorcerer Killer could be swayed by anything.

But swayed and cowed he was by you.

It may very well be that you two were pitted by fate to be the ultimate downfall for each other, or that you were the predestined Achilles heel or you were just both straight-up, full tilt fucking stupid to have dropped your guard. But whatever transpired between the two of you when you nursed him back to health over that weekend forever changed the course of existence for you both, for better or for worse, that tangled you in such a sticky web that nobody could ever hope to emerge alive from.

Insane sex. That was it, that was the tweet.

As soon as he had awoken from his reparative twelve-hour REM sleep, you two hadn't stopped fucking for nearly two days straight. Whatever curse or charm or ill-fate you two had stumbled upon, you just could not for the life of you stop fucking on every single surface of your cottage. He had fucked you and made you convulse in five orgasms before you had thought to chide him for making his bandages come loose. It had been another three additional, exhaustive rounds before Toji listened and you demanded to feed him broth to restore his energy… not that he needed any, clearly. After he had eaten with gusto and you had once again changed out his gauze wrappings, he was back again eating your asshole out as his dessert. He just could not get enough of your body, and you? You just didn't want him to stop. Ever.

How you two eventually detached genitals from each other to have a proper conversation and come up with covenants and boundaries and parameters to this bizarre pseudo-relationship you had no idea, but you did. He knew everything about you, and had actually stalked you for a good bit already [work purposes, Toji had reassured you] and he had been somehow surprisingly open in detailing you with what his life and profession involved. He'd offer you protection and keep your friends alive (yes, he begrudgingly included Gojo) in exchange for your home being his safehouse.

And also your loyalty.

As he pounded your writhing body into the mattress for the nth time that fateful weekend, he made it a point to let you know that he wasn't a fan of sharing.

Unlatching his fangs from the fat of your shoulder, he had whispered that this arrangement would only work out if you promised to stay faithful to him… and that he might not be around often but, oh, he had ways of verifying your fidelity to him. You believed him and complied.

And so it was that you came to love Fushiguro Toji over the strange weeks and months that transpired. You became the haven, that hidden paradise he needed, the piece of humanity he never knew he craved. He could count on you to patch him back up and give him a hot meal, while you sat on his lap listening to him regale you about his latest exploits. You knew of Toji's infamous reputation of being a playboy but, somehow, he made it a point to reciprocate the loyalty he demanded of you… he might not be home every night like you would've wanted, but the way he would scoop you into his burly arms and hold you close and smother you in his heat simply told you the Demon was smitten and set.

There were unfortunate times when you two would be ships crossing in the night… you'd come home and there'd be a little note and flowers on the table. Or you'd find a tiny box of sweets in your desk drawer at work. It meant he had been around and wanted to let you know he missed you. More often than you'd like to admit, you'd sob yourself to sleep clutching the pillow he usually slept on because, yes, as unpredictable and annoying as Toji got… there was something about him that soothed you and made your hollow soul feel complete. Beneath his cocky braggadocio, it was very apparent that he cared for you and did his work as efficiently as possible, all to spend more time with you.

It was eerie how whenever you'd start missing him and crying into his pillow, your phone would ping a strange number with an even stranger message—Stop crying, baby. Daddy misses you too. Be home soon.

You had eventually learned that it would be a different number from a burner phone every single time and that there would be no point trying to call back or return the text. You just knew Toji had somehow been around to see you weep and sob his name and he couldn't bear not letting you know that he wished he was holding you.

After a few overnight stays, he decided he'd leave one of his signature black undershirts with you and you had clung on to that rag like a dog whose master was deploying to Afghanistan for seven months straight. You wore that thing threadbare and the next time he was home, you had told him that the first time you wore it you had huffed at the fabric while thinking of him and touching yourself. That mistake had cost you the ability to walk the next morning because it absolutely put Toji in an unhinged mating mood all night long. He had contorted your body into all ungodly shapes and slammed you repeatedly on his throbbing cock in such a manner that would put a rabid animal in heat to shame. The growls that left his throat while drool dripped from the corners of his lips as he violently impaled you over and over again pn his veiny monstrosity was something that had been etched into your entire muscle memory for eternity. As much as you trusted your man, you had worried for a split second that Toji would accidentally kill you with his ravenous brutality that night.

Nothing drove Fushiguro Toji more insane than he already was than knowing his woman, his Kamo-chan, was just as madly in love with him as he was with her, despite the absurdly extenuating circumstances you both were in.

Both from the Big Three Clans. Both with high-powered energy, yours being cursed while his was Divinely Restricted. Both leading double lives, keeping your head down and doing what was assigned to you. Both silent and manically obsessed with someone they couldn't dream of being seen out in the open with.

It was a challenge for you to brush off suitors and former friends with benefits after Toji came into your life because how could you explain your enigmatic boyfriend? You know, that hitman that ended lineages and dynasties and breaths like it was ordering a venti Americano from Starbucks. The man that your colleagues and friends actively feared, that even the likes of Gojo Satoru looked over his shoulder at the mention of. You had to push any and all men away, because you knew… oh you very much knew, Toji would come for them, with or with no bounty. Nothing was to touch his baby doll, and if he could have his way, he would've ripped the eyes and throats out of all your male colleagues, regardless if they had intentions of dating you or otherwise.

Waiting on the platform of Yokohama to head back home to Tokyo, a drunk lecher in line behind you had thought it a good idea to grope at your breasts and much to everyone's collective horror, "someone" stepped in, snapped the wrists of the fool clean off… and tossed him onto the tracks just in time for the incoming train to shred the pervert to mince meat. In the flurry of everyone's panic, you caught a bulky man in a black hoodie wearing a disposable blue face mask. He gazed at you for a second with an unmistakable emerald glare before winking and melting into the crowd. A minute later, you got a notification that someone had bought you an Uber and it was waiting on you outside Exit 3 to take you to your home address.

When Toji said he was watching over you and protecting you, the man was not pulling punches in the slightest.

He had followed you home that night, whatever mission he was on just had to fucking wait because he was just that upset, that livid about someone putting their hands on his baby girl. That night, Toji had lathered you completely in his saliva and cum as if he was washing away any and all traces of the poor sod he had murdered for drunkenly touching you. If it was his intention to scent and mark you, boy, had he gone and done it. "I fucking hate people touching what's mine," he had huffed as he drilled himself in and out of you, "And you are beyond property to me. You're my fucking goddamn woman, you're my heart and my soul and I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you." Apparently making you cry from how hard he'd pull at your hair and the perpetual bouquets of purple and pink bruises he left on your body didn't count as "trying to hurt you", but that was Toji.

That was your man.

It was a strange dynamic but one neither of you would have changed [not that either of you were in a position to fix it], and God, did this man worship you with a dangerous obsession. And you? Well, you adored him right back with the fixation that should've been thoroughly evaluated by a mental health professional.

Ah. All in the name of sweet, toxic love.

And now, after three weeks of soul-crushing radio silence, this Demon's handsome face was planted between your legs, enjoying your pussy like it was some exquisite pastry flown in from Europe on a first class flight. With the growls and sounds he was making, it might as well have been. It was all you could do to not scream his name loud enough for all the lights of the neighboring houses to turn on and know that they had a mass murderer in their midst. You had learned this the very hard way—once you had moaned his name so loudly that the next thing you knew, his large hand had been clamped around your mouth and nose so hard that you had blacked out and lost consciousness. The message was pretty clear: the identity of the man fucking you senseless had to stay in the shadows. If you wanted Fushiguro Toji to keep coming back to love you, well, you needed to do your part by keeping him and that identity well under wraps.

The grip Toji had on your thighs made it to where there was no budging as he feasted on you… his fixation on delighting in your plush folds and in feeling the soaked walls of your core pulse around the texture of his tongue. The way your arousal dribbled freely into his waiting mouth had him smiling against your pulsating clit, getting the barest stimulation from how soft his lips were brushing against the pink pearl.

You whispered his name as he licked you slowly, painfully closer and closer to your release. It drove you insane how uncharacteristically languid his movements were, until you looked into his gaze and saw this was just another method of torture he had come up with to ruin you. It made you snort out in derision, as if there was anything left to save in you—as far as the two of you were concerned, Fushiguro Toji had permanently ruined you for any other man. You would want, crave and desire no one in this life, or in the following ones caused by your bad karma, other than him.

As the Sorcerer Killer rose on his forearms to wipe away the mess you had created on his face, you gave him a watery smile. This man, feared by your world, was as good as your god and your reason for continuing to be; Toji knew it and basked in that worship you relegated to him. Like the predator that he was, he crawled up to your face syaring down at the beautiful mess of a woman that you were. That he called his. That he loved more than the money and drink and gambling that sustained his auspicious existence.

A huge, calloused hand cupped at your face, which you automatically leaned into with all the trusting grace of a puppy—like the bitch in heat Toji had programmed you to be for him. He thumbed at your pretty lips and you immediately parted them open for him, fighting the urge to gag as he pressed down on your squirming tongue. Bending down close to your face, he let a trail of his saliva dangle and drip into your mouth which, no surprise there, you readily swallowed like it was mana from the heavens above. With the way you adored the man, it might as well have been.

Toji chuckled at your sweet obedience, laughing softly into the heady kiss he graced you with… he loved that whenever you kissed him back, it was as if this was the last thing you ever wanted to do and you put your whole soul completely into it. He had never been kissed the way you did before he stumbled into your life and to his dying day he would always believe it was what brought him home to you every single time, even if it was from the brink of death. Even now as you inhaled and exhaled nothing but pure devotion into his open mouth, Toji marveled at just how he had lucked out on someone like you.

Conversely, you marveled at just how tender a monster like him could get. Sure, the standard romp with Toji would mean your back would be blown out for the next 72 hours and you'd have inexplicable bruises for the next week at the very least… but when he did unexpected, soft shit like this, it still never failed to flood you with a mixture of emotions: warmth, confusion and contentedness.

Never mind that the dubious underpinnings of your relationship was built around the mutual threat of divulgement and death.

As your boyfriend began to rub his massive cockhead against your sensitive, leaking folds, none of those reasons or stipulations mattered at all. You whined for him, trembling and begging him to fill you up already with his thickness and while the Zenin prided himself in being able to hold off for ungodly periods of time just to torture you… his emerald eyes were screwed shut in concentration, his jaw set. You could tell he was doing the most, trying to draw ecstasy out for once instead of jackhammering into you. Ever so slowly he plunged his thick, trunk-like cock to the hilt within you; you felt so full that even if you were free to scream his name, you couldn't from the shock. Even after all this time and with how thoroughly Toji would prep you, the fit was always initially painful… it was always the first time all over again.

For a second you thought you would lose consciousness from the searing pain that hurtled through you. Those porn jokes about getting wrecked or torn in half… you literally felt like you were going to split in two from his otherworldly girth and length. Soft bites and kisses began to pepper your collarbone and shoulders as Toji waited on you to acclimate to his size, reveling in just how your tight little cunt just suctioned him in. So needy, so good for him.

Normally, this was the point where he'd begin a brutal pace of slamming in and out of you–Toji being who he was, he enjoyed punishing sex to where you felt like your pelvic bone would be pulverized from him. But tonight (or, rather, this morning) he was taking his time, wanting you to feel every dense inch, every protruding vein on his thickness.

"That feel good, baby doll?" came the guttural interrogation, as he tortuously retracted himself from your poor, stretched-out hole. He had always said he'd ruin you so that no man would ever want you. It didn't matter how badly he damaged you, long as you had him in your life—even if it was in sporadic, unpredictable increments. The overwhelm of being packed this full, all you could do was snivel and nod your head like a puppet just cut from its string.

"Mmm?," Toji's entrancing face craned in close to nag at your lower lip, "Gotta give me something to work with, sugar. M'not gonna move till you tell me how good daddy makes you feel…"

Any threat issued by this Assassin was never empty and even this one directed at you, his sweet little darling, as playful as it was, was never a blank. You had pushed back and called his bluff a couple months before; Toji had legit gotten up from between your legs and walked off to smoke a cigarette until youcame crawling on your hands and knees begging him to let you finish. If there was anything the fallen Zenin loved as much as cold cash, it was seeing his sorcerer girlfriend groveling at his feet for his touch and attention… and if there was anything worth debasing your high-born rank as a Kamo for, it was pleading and crying to be dicked down by the man responsible for half the deaths of your fellow sorcerers.

"Toji, please–," you breathed out in a voice that only he had ever heard, "Only you can make me feel this good, please… please-"

The way his eyes lit up told you that you perhaps had hit quite the nerve, something that had been festering within him all these weeks you two had spent apart. You knew in within your soul that despite his ruthless nature, he would never do anything to truly hurt you but right now with that inexplicably manic look in his eyes… you, quite frankly, were worried.

"Baby doll, I better be the only one makin' you feel good," came a growl that sounded like it came from Cerberus himself.

His large, calloused hand closed in on your throat, your pupils fully blown with an unnatural cocktail of fear and desire. "I will fucking kill anyone who tries to touch my woman, you know that right?"

You nodded your head feverishly, unable to get a syllable out from your constricted throat. You were seeing stars from the pressure your demonic god was exerting on you.

"Say it, baby," Toji snarled, his emerald gaze menacing as they were gorgeous, "Tell me I'm your only one!" You wanted to argue that he, of all people, would know if you were lying or not; he had his sordid ways of always watching you from afar—any hint of you straying from him and he'd immediately know about it. But you knew, of course you did, this was a matter of his ego needing petted. Because despite being at the top of the food chain, the Sorcerer Killer still needed that reassurance like every other mortal man.

"Y-you're t-t-the only–fuck, ah-h–one I'll e-v-ve…r ha-a-ave," you managed to stutter out and, just like clockwork, the chokehold evaporated into nothingness and was immediately replaced with the most tender of touches. All the ligature marks on your neck from his bruising fingers were replaced now with adoring kisses, it was like a scheduled routine and script you couldn't quite process the logic of but was definitely something you could forecast every single time—the violent, angered god, made jealous by neglect of his own doing, needing to be placate and reassured by the love he disregarded for unpredictable lengths of time. Your rationale was that, at the end of the day, even murderous alpha wolves were just puppies needing to be told they're handsome good boys… you knew the drill and just rolled with it.

Cupping the base of your skull in one of his massive hands, Toji doubled over again to pour his soul (or whatever life essence made up Zenin men, you weren't sure to be honest) into kissing you, while steadily upping the tempo of his thrusts. Your body, your whole being, began to remember and respond once more to its master… that intoxicating thrum rushing through you both as he mindlessly praised you, repeatedly saying how much he fucking loved you, while you fought to stay conscious from the sensory overload your love was drowning you in. All that mattered to you, in the supreme depths of intensity and insanity that the Sorcerer Killer had dragged you into, was that you loved him and he completed felt the same way.

…that and, well, the orgasms.

His body knew just how to wind you up just so, just enough to make heat blossom into the most beautiful fireworks that reverberated through your core. And once was never good enough, Toji always made sure you were constantly reeling from an explosive chain of pleasure that rendered even your best sex toys pointless… touching yourself whenever he was gone had almost become offensive, seeing as there was no way in hell you'd ever reach the highs he'd bless you with.

And there it was, you could feel your high cresting painfully almost inch by inch, while Toji gripped the back of both your thighs to press it all the way down to the mattress… "I fucking love how flexible you are for me, baby doll," he rasped, threads of saliva hanging from his lips as your sticky cunt began throbbing around him. By far this mating press was your man's favorite way to plow you, he adored how he could see just how stretched and packed your little holes got from him and it gave him a primal joy to see you unravel as he attempted to breed you… and, despite making breathing extra difficult, you had to admit being that vulnerable and exposed just aroused you more. The insane angle his cock had in you was guaranteed to break your cervix wide open. If this didn’t knock you up, you didn’t know what would.

You began to involuntarily arch up more to meet his thrusts, raising what you could of your hips for him in the way you know would make him lose his mind. And again, like clockwork, you began to witness the muscular mountain of a man begin to unravel into the whirlpool of insanity that you two created. “Tell me you love me,” he hissed, his clouded green eyes looking more and more menacing with every thrust, “Say it! Say you love me!” beads of sweat were rolling down from the bridge of his nose on to your face, mixing with the tears that had began to stream from you.

You were full blown sobbing at this point, from the overwhelming pleasure he was drowning you in that you, had it not been for muscle memory, his questions would barely have registered. Combing your fingers through his sweat-slicked black locks, you held on tightly to him so he'd focus on you and what he already knew, "Toji, you know this! I love only you, its just you!"

“Say it again,” he snarled, the last vestiges of logic slowly slipping away from how strong your grip on his veined cock was.

“I love you, you already know this!” you managed to moan out, drool trailing down your mouth from losing all control. You were shuddering, knowing your body was close to convulsions that only an orgasm could soothe–and that's when he shoved into you with such force that you nearly blacked out from the heat of your orgasm. “Toji!”, you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let you pull him in closer, as he buried his face into your sweat drenched neck. “Toji, I love you,” you moaned as you felt him release his dense, viscous sap into your destroyed cervix. You held him close as he fell apart, whimpering uncharacteristically, needing your care and attention at his most vulnerable state. Your raw lips pressed soft, comforting kisses on his forehead as you repeatedly murmured you loved him and only him.

Despite your vision being blurred from that soul-crushing high, you could see your man just as dazed as you were, smirking at you before weakly kissing your forehead and resting his face on your messy pillow hair. "Absolutely nothing in this stupid world gets me off more than seeing you cum for me, babe," he chuckled, as he blindly groped around for one of your hands to hold on to. Bringing it to his lips, he murmured against your palm, "You know I love when you say you love me."

The world had finally stopped spinning for you, breathing was still a bit of a challenge what with a 200lb man resting atop you… but you were registering the sweet nothings the enemy of the state was directing towards you. Toji furrowed his brows, noticing your attention wasn't all on him; the hand holding yours slid to the side of your face to cup you. "Hey, look at me," came the order, and your tired eyes flitted up to meet his unwavering emerald gaze, "You know I love you, right?"

Your lashes fluttered while you rolled your eyes at him, which in hindsight was a poor idea—Toji slid halfway out of you and then slammed back in, causing you to wail from oversensitivity. The man was literally a demon, he had zero refractory period and, if provoked, could go rounds upon rounds till daybreak. "Yes! God, fuck– Toji, I know! Jesus…" was your winded retort.

"Do you, though?," was his maddening response as he began to very lazily pump in and out of you again, drawing his strokes out so that his spend pushed deeper into you. You could only whimper and nod and moan out that you loved him right back…

"Then text that fucking albino cockroach, tell him you won't be coming in to work later… or the next few days," snickered the Zenin, as he began picking up the pace once more, "Fuck, that pussy is just too good–"

"Toji, the kids have exams this week, I can't just–", whatever protest you had was immediately drowned out by his open mouthed kisses.

"Speaking of kids," Toji actually stopped mid-thrust, making you whine for him more, "How's my goddamn brat doing?"

You could and could not believe how this insane man had the ability to fuck you and ask how Megumi was doing, but then… you never would've ever imagined growing up that you'd be ready to throw everything away for Public Enemy. How long you could keep this double life up, you had no idea. You knew deep down it wasn't sustainable, not by a long shot… but as he worked you both up into another dizzying, profanity-laced high you silently promised yourself that you'd always find a way to stay loyal to him, just as you knew he would for you till the end.

#toji imagine #toji x reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #gojo saturo #megumi fushiguro #fictional characters

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hollowfaith · 4 months

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「✧」 2:36AM. Quiet footsteps echo through the overgrown, abandoned alleyways of Cotes Ward's seedier east side. Aurelius should technically be asleep at this hour, but news about the town had led him to prowl its premises after a particularly boring day.

Rumor has it that if you linger in the Underside too late at night, a monster resembling the Grim Reaper itself will spawn and steal your soul.

2:48AM. The scent of blood grows prominent, though he's yet to find its source. Bits of rubble and lengths of vine litter pathways at his feet, making navigating in the dark a cumbersome process.

2:54AM. He comes upon the severed remains of a tail and remembers that monsters like to hunt here as well. Perhaps the rumors point to them instead? But the cut is too clean for claws or teeth...

3:03AM. Rounding a corner, the angel comes upon a narrow street lined on both sides by buildings. Here is where the stench is sharpest, and he's forced to watch his step as the sudden wealth of corpses on the ground makes it hard to place his feet.

"Really, what a mess..."

"I suppose this is the place—hmm?"

He looks up, wondering at the glint of light that caught his eye.

@haistulf ໒꒱

#haistulf #haistulf 𓆩⟡𓆪 01 #𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢 𖥨ํ ic #blood mention #idk im envisioning astolfo hanging from a fire escape or something djdjf

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nian-7 · 2 years

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Shiho, Haruka, An, Mafuyu, Rui x gn!reader

✧random texts with them

✧fluff, implied fem!reader (an)

(name)♡

have you seen spirited away?

9:32am

shiho♡

no but, I've seen flushed away.

9:35am

(name)♡

you mean finding nemo?

9:36am

shiho♡

yeah, that one.

9:43am

haruka♡

someone told me it's the inside that matters, not the outside.

2:21pm

(name)♡

like, give an example??

2:25pm

haruka♡

they said it's like a refrigerator, the inside matters more.

2:27pm

(name)♡

fair enough.

2:28pm

an♡

(name), do you like bad girls

3:05pm

(name)♡

uh, sure, why?

3:07pm

an♡

i wear my crocs without the straps.

3:10pm

(name)♡

omg.. you're such a rebel.

3:17pm

(name)♡

mufasa's death scene made me cry again

12:43am

mafuyu♡

Oh. It's okay, (name). He's not a real horse.

12:45am

(name)♡

H O R S E???

12:47am

mafuyu♡

I have never seen it.

12:48am

(name)♡

IT'S CALLED LION KING, MAFUYU...

12:50am

(name)♡

ITS SO HARD RO READ WITH EARS IN MY EYES TEARS** I DO NOT HAVE EARS IN MY EYES.

7:26pm

rui♡

okay, picasso!!

7:30pm

(name)♡

STOP. i do not have ears in my eyes, rui.

7:31pm

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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whosectype · 1 year

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I was doodling chai in the whiteboard right? Damn internet had the audacity to not keep it there. Luckily I screenshot the scribble

Whiteboard is like my biggest enemy, cus I can't draw very well on it and it refuses to cooperate with me.

It's 3:48am at the time I submit this

AWWW I LOVE THIS DOODLE SO MUCH ITS SO CUTE!!! I love the eyes sm I love the yellow in them hehehe

#submission #fanart #Sorry for seeing this so late #this is awesome #Cddwtd chai

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maribeilschmidt · 4 months

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Diary #16 i think

Eheehe im becoming crazy

Its 3:48am and im doing biologyy

At least is in pink...

#mbdiary #help

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literaphobe · 2 years

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@baeksseju OKAY SO yesterday morning i forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up at 7:48am instead of… 6:30am KFKSKDKSKSSK and that was MY BAD like i didn’t know and i still don’t know whether i set an alarm or not or if i just forgot like i tend to do. anyway. im gonna call my friend P and my other friend S. so every monday and wednesday morning at 8:30am we have our sociolinguistics class. P & S (whoever of them comes first) (its almost never me) get there and save us the same 3 corner seats in the second last row. i always get the corner most seat bc im the latest one usually UM ANYWAY

so this girl we know from this random amalgamation of people who we hung out with for like 1-2 weeks at the start of the semester started like FUCKING loving P bc like P is really funny and talks shit about people they hate and never replies to messages for several hours (unless its me or her bf or one of our other real friends) <- my theory that these people have anxious attachment style and P ignoring them only makes them want her MORE

P is also kind of a people pleaser in the sense that she’s a fake bitch (HER WORDS ❤️) and even if she dislikes u or hates u or talks mad shit about you YOU WONT FUCKING KNOW BC SHE’LL STILL ACT LIKE UR BEST FRIEND WHEN SHES FORCED TO INTERACT whereas well. i mean in real life at least. the SECOND i start disliking someone… you’ll usually know. WHICH IS A PROBLEM BC THIS ONE GIRL WHO RECENTLY BECAME GIRL I WANNA FUCKING MURDER #1 ON MY HIT LIST. became. convinced. that i fucking hated her. and she was right! but P was working w her on two projects so i had to pretend i didn’t 😭😭 anyway i dodged her attempts to have lunch w me last friday and she hasn’t texted me since. AND we have a theory that C <- codename for my most hated girl in school <- u will feel genuinely murderous if you find out why. Like. KNOWS? we don’t like her anymore? and only communicates w us for school stuff?

BUT THIS OTHER GIRL IN THEIR FRIEND GROUP FOR THE SEMESTER (i genuinely think they will all stop being friends the moment they don’t have classes together) -> lets call her A . like. LOVES P now? so back to what actually happened. SHE WALKED INTO CLASS AT 8:35AM AND FUCKING SAT IN MY SEAT.

when she KNOWS that seat is saved for me.

and well. P and I have this ongoing joke that she’s the fake bitch and i have the biggest fucking balls ever because. i just fucking. say crazy daring shit sometimes. and this other enemy we have, B (trust me she is SO bad that her entire cohort in her year above us GOT HER KICKED OUT OF A CLASS BECAUSE OF HOW AWFUL SHE WAS) got like intimidated by me during a zoom call bc she was bored and started running everything we were all writing through GRAMMARLY when we werent even done writing our part on this PEER REVIEW ASSIGNMENT about another group. and it pissed me off so i told her ‘hey is it okay if you don’t edit my work until i’m done with it? sorry, it’s distracting’ and well she didn’t edit my work at all after that and sounded scared when she talked to me KFKSKD i mean i was TRYING to be nice but well IDK

anyway. because of P’s tiny balls. and also because it all happened so fast. and also because I WASNT THERE TO DEFEND MY FUCKING SEAT. and the fact that i was gonna be so abysmally late there was no point in saving me a seat. P couldn’t really do anything to stop her

BUT DID A KNOW THAT? NO SHE FUCKING DIDNT. i could’ve been there a minute later and i wouldn’t have had A FUCKING SEAT. I DIDNT NEED IT BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER .

SO. A started PEEKING AT P’S LAPTOP. and was like who’re u texting?? (me) who’s the trio?? (me S & P) and when she found out P was texting me she smirked and was like ‘tell michelle im sitting in her seat’ and so P texted me that HOPING id get the hint that A was watching (I DID THANKFULLY) and i was like WHAT THE FUCK but i hope you realize the back is BETTER than the front

moving on. A’s reasoning for sitting in my seat was that C sat TOO up front (IT WAS LITERALLY ONE ROW IN FRONT OF WHERE THEY ALLEGEDLY USUALLY SIT ?) and that was like too much for her to handle apparently. anyway. P and C had to consult w the professor for a panel discussion they have to lead on wednesday. so A was like come look for us after for lunch!! <- we didn’t. but does A take the hint? NO! even C had the mind to walk away after the consultation instead of trying to join me P and S. which i now realize. is so. Salt and Pepper. ANYWAY. A keeps texting P!!!! and fucking telling her to sit with her during the next class??????

oh. we have another friend. his name is H. i met him in a cursed group project last year and he saved me during summer when i got sick and missed classes. he’s really sweet and i hope he’s always my friend. ANYWAY. he was gone during all this because his sociolinguistic project group (which B is INNNNNN JFC) insisted on them all eating lunch together. and before they left P was talking to H and B saw and was like Um… are u close to P? during the lunch. and he was like yeah i am what about it. oh right y’all are in a group project for another class right? and B was like yeah… ig P and michelle are kind of hard to work with… like we were supposed to be doing an assignment and they were playing games in class :/ -> WE WEREN’T. also. WE WERE DONE??? WITH WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO? AND THE ASSIGNMENT WAS FARRRRR FROM BEING DUE and i told them. i wasn’t gonna do anything else in class that day because i had a huge test and i was really sleep deprived so any work i did wouldn’t be good. and EVERYONE ELSE WAS FINE WITH THAT. BUT HER????? she claimed to be ‘90% done’ with her bit by the end of class. mf i don’t trust the quality of ur fucking work 😭😭 and finding she was only in our class bc everyone else in the year hated her so much she got HELD BACK was fucking vindicating. like she does fucking nothing but get upset that her non-existent ideas don’t get used only to act like she does everything (WHEN SHE DOESN’T)… other groups in our class were TERRIFIED to get paired w our group for the peer review assigmment BC THEY ALL FUCKING HATE HER

anyway. KFKSKDKSKDKD. we meet H in our second class of the day. we saved a seat for him as we usually do. BUT IT WAS ALSO. ME AND P’S PLAN. to fucking. get seats in the back hidden by a pillar. SO WE DIDNT HAVE TO SIT WITH A. anyway i said ok im gonna be on ur left we are gonna put H on yr right so EVEN IF A MOVES SHE CANT DO SHIT. eventually. A realizes we r all the way at the back and she’s like WTF ARE U DOING THERE? COME HERE? and P had to start fake bitching and wave over and gesture that they should move to US

A starts DMing P. and sends her a video message (a thing on telegram) where her and this other girl r jamming to some song the professor’s playing in class. and P is like oh god… we have to send one back. and she’s like. michelle. you have to fake bitch with me. and i start fake crying and i go I DONT WANNA ☹️☹️☹️ and she’s like YOU HAVE TO… WE NEED TO FAKE BITCH BACK… and i was like okay :(((( and so we sent one back. AND THEY SENT BACK ANOTHER MESSAGE ??? so P was like ok nvm fuck this im not sending another back fuck u

after class. P’s granddad is picking us up (P asked me if i wanted to come with and i was like SURE) and we bump into the girls and A is like . WEIRDLY TOUCHY with P. and im like ????? bc even i don’t touch P like that 😭😭 and we were like um haha bye maybe we’ll sit together in class next time ! and me and P got into the lift WHICH THANKFULLY NO ONE FOLLOWED US INTO. and we were like WHAT THE FUCKKKKK and started pointing middle fingers at her (we are 12) and so we get into the car and i WIND UP HANGING OUT AT HER HOUSE ALL DAY

this is um. the third time ive been there? and today her mom was home and this is the first time im meeting her mom (who LOVES me btw. her grandparents love me too. IM EXCELLENT AT MAKING OLD PEOPLE LOVE ME. or well. old chinese people. im a lot better at P at speaking chinese which helps???? IG???? idk they think me and P are very similar and that im very cute)

the whole time im at P’s house vibing she gets texts from A and well P accidentally told A that theres a test tomorrow (IN 30 MINUTES BABY) its just a small quiz tbh but A was like OMG DO U WANNA STUDY WITH ME????? so P ignored her texts because SHE WOULD RATHER DIE and anyway P walked me to the bus at like 9 something at night… and A asked P for her discord… so P told her but didn’t add her to P’s private server (which im in) and she used her boyfriend as an excuse for not being able to call her <- when i got home me P and her bf hopped into VC together

OH YEAH. UM. P CONVINCED ME TO GO ON A VACATION W HER. AFTER THE SEMESTER ENDS. her bf and we had a bit all day where like bc i was at her house he was like WTF ARE U CHEATING ON ME… and then sent like clown memes fkdkfkskdksdk like he was a clown etc… so i was like im gonna start threatening to fuck u to keep him in line (he lives in malaysia where we are going) MOVING ON. im going for essentially 2 weeks and P’s going for like 3 and afterwards she’s coming back w her bf and we’re gonna hang out AGAIN (we have a dinner reservation together in DECEMBER) <- i booked a ticket next to her and everything

so A in in a discord w C and they have facecams on?,? for some reason. and P claims she has to help her bf w homework bc its due tomorrow (HAHAHAHAHAH) and A gets annoyed and is like… why do you care??? why do u have to help him???? and P is like ???? bc i love him…????? and i was like WTFFFFF hearing this in VC (bc i was showering while it happened) and i told her bf u think i wanna steal ur girl??? she wants to STEAL ur girl from me AND you And he was like wtffffffff WTFFFDDD anyway un

THATS ALL ill give more updates if any of you wanna hear more??? LMAOOOOO IVE BEEN NOT REPLYING TO P THIS ENTIRE TOME IVE BEEN TYPIG THIS OUT BC I WANTED TO PUT IT SOMEWHWRE IN CASE ANOTHER FRIEND WANTS TO KNOW FJSKDKSKDJSJD its very messy . BYE

#replies #long post #personal

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