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maxrspeaks · 3 days ago
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Toji Zenin as your arranged husband in the Zenin clan, would really not regard you as his wife initially, even later on he would have a hard time wrapping his head around the whole idea of it.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband would make two beds/futons on two extreme ends of your shared bedroom in the clan estate, would not even turn in your direction as he sleeps, and would slip out of the door, quietly, at the very break of dawn.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would let you latch onto his arm at a family gathering where everyone in the clan has gathered into the large banquet hall, but only because he sees it as a formal necessity.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would intentionally keep you away from the old geezers and Naoya, at the said gatherings because he knows how deeply condescending they are towards women, even their own kin.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t really care about this marriage but doesn’t really care about the idea of being with another woman outside of it either. Like moss on the base of trees, he remains unmoving and unbothered in this specific field.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is actually taken aback when you tell him he can do whatever he wants outside of this marriage as long as he keeps it under the wraps. Because this leads him to believe you’re doing something of the sort.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is so baffled by his own envy and rage over the mere notion of his wife partaking in an act of infidelity that he has to begrudgingly retreat to a spare bedroom at the end of everyday because he cannot fathom what he’ll do if he looks at you.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is finally forced to face you after almost two weeks due to unforeseeable circumstances and he almost retches at the bitterness scorching the back of his throat.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who finally decides to confront you so he closes the bedroom door behind him and walks forward, grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t miss the slight widening of your eyes and the warmth of your face and the glitter of your eyes, and he hopes, hopes that despite everything, you choose him. He is willing to put this behind, to forgive and forget, because god his wife is so beautiful, he would do anything to have you love him, or atleast try to.
Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who approaches the topic directly without any hesitation, because what is the point of beating around the bush when the truth is already there in his face.
“Have you been with other men?”
And he hates, he hates the way your eyes widen because it is a clear indication of something that he refuses to accept.
“What?”
He understands. Toji really does understand. Why would you or anyone for that matter, be willing to openly confess about something as such.
“Ya heard me.”
He doesn’t miss the way your brows furrow, and he anticipates violence and anger and everything red, with the way your mouth presses itself into a thin line and your forehead creases in thought. He is already convincing himself of a life where he has to live with the burden of knowing, yet forgiving.
“What exactly gave you the idea?”
Now this irks him. Toji wishes you would just be out with it, hell, he already knows, he’s convincing his poor heart of a future where you can still try to love him despite all this, so why would you drag this on any longer than you need to?
“You told me I could do whatever I wanted outside of this marriage.”
“And that led you to believe that I was doing the same?”
Toji frowns. He likes the way your eyes soften and the corners of your mouth quirk up, your lower lip tuck itself under your upper one, despite the fact that it all seems to be mocking, he likes it. But he is still confused so he simply frowns, and luckily for him, you seem to catch onto his reasoning real quick.
You free your hand from his hold and step closer to him, torsos touching, before you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his neck. Toji bends down to accommodate you in this position, it all seems to new, so soft to him that he is momentarily taken aback.
“You thought I was cheating.” You state, there’s no offence in your tone, but simple mirth that glimmers in your eyes and reaches down to your upturned mouth.
“Is that why you’ve been sleeping in a different room because you thought I was compromising this marriage?”
And Toji frowns deeper, like a kicked puppy. His arms hang stiffly by his side and he wishes he could loop them around your waist.
“Toji.” You whisper, leaning in to brush your nose against his.
Your smile disappears, his breath mingles with yours and both your and his eyes flicker down, then up.
“I haven’t. I would never.” You say.
And you hold back your tongue from admitting the fact that your offer was a half hearted, unwilling one, that the days he slept away from you, you would curl in your bed and cradle your aching heart and chest.
“Yeah?” Toji whispers back. He is breathless now. He feels like a large boulder has been lifted off his chest, so now he can finally breathe, like a man submerged underwater, he laps at the surface, gasping for air, desperate.
“I have a husband.”
And it sets off a fuse in him.
He snakes his big arms around your waist, and pulls you closer until the warmth of your bodies becomes a shared one, and then he’s leaning down, eyes half lidded and drunk on love, love that he didn’t realise he was nurturing, with intent.
But you stop him, with a hesitant hand to his chest.
“Have you?……been with other women?”
And Toji doesn’t like how small you sound all of a sudden, how your sparkly eyes look at him with hesitance, and fear, of knowing something you couldn’t stomach. He doesn’t like how you visibly shrink in his arms.
“Why would I? I have a wife.” He says with a cheeky grin before leaning down and taking your mouth into his.
Toji Zenin as your husband who sleeps with you nestled in his arms that night. And stays unmoving hours after waking up, basking in your warmth.
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rainachaeri · 22 hours ago
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She does, and with some stuffed dollies too :D No favorites though. They're pretty much just for the aesthetics
Absolutely! But I don't think she'd see animals as pets since they're more like friends to her. Not sure about the child one, she's gonna need a lot of help (hehe) with taking care of one.
I dont get this question, cuz I myself know who her love interests are but she doesn't yet. Should she still describe them anyway? Is that what the answer is supposed to be here? Idk lol maybe I'd back on this another time.
Hell yeah
Yeah! About anything! Snakes, rocks, flags, the word hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, the first 10 digits of pi, a snowflake, the evolution of microphones, and pretty much anything that would interest her, and there's a lot that would interest her!
No matter what, she'll trust her fellow deities advice (and herself) since they know. And Papyrus too. So far theres no specific person she won't listen to advice for just yet.
Silly. Smart. Stupid. As for how she'd describe herself: Human. Student. Girl. OR! She is a B, C, and D. :D
She likes puzzles, no matter how complex it can get.
Nope.
She's totally fine with the age she has now and it's definitely her age, yep! She didn't just make it up or anything nope.
She'll give it away :) (you'd question why she'd join the lottery in the first place, but she probably just wanted to know what would happen and how it worked)
She can enjoy it
She would if she had any :D
She wouldn't. People should enjoy what they want without guilt!
Well, school and work is definitely not a waste of time for her. Everything she puts time and effort on is no waste :D there's always something to learn from everything she tries or does
Whatever it is she wears now
Yes! They're just smaller, younger mortals!
*shrugs*
Technically yeah she would
Math I guess (and other sciences related to it), if she's around dumb people (like me). And no one probably likes mosquitoes, or cockroaches, or pretty much any insect or living being that people are typically disgusted with or afraid of, but she does :D
Idk probably if she no longer feels comfortable? She's not one to stay silent on the important things I think, if she realizes there's a pressing problem/issue in the relationship then she HAS to address it. If they fix it, good, if not, well, they tried, but there's no point forcing things when they simply don't work. It's gonna hurt a lot, but it's gonna hurt a lot more otherwise. There won't be a last straw.
Not sure if she likes it. If it's a really good pet name, she'll love it at best and if it's meh she's neutral about it at worst. Pet names are kinda harmless, so even if she doesn't like a nickname someone gives to her she'll shrug it off I think. Just mortal things she supposed, may as well let them at it. An exemption though if the petname is just so insulting to her (congrats if you managed to find a petname that would be insulting for her), and in that case NOPE please call her something else. Please. She's not one to use petnames either. She prefers addressing everyone with their name. Even the ones she's very close with
Novelty
Honesty
Possibility
Effort
Forgiveness
Maybe
Sliding down a rainbow and landing on a pot of gold. Sometimes the gold is a pile of candies. Sometimes they're cotton candies. Sometimes the pot is just liquid chocolate. (She intentionally dreams all this by the way)
She's not gonna like that question 😅
oc asks that reveal more than you think
Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
Ask them to describe their love interest.
Do they look good in red?
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?
What age do they most want to be right now?
They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?
Name one thing their parents taught them.
Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?
What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?
If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?
Do they like children?
Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
What do they like that nobody else does?
What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
Stability or novelty?
Honesty or charity?
Safety or possibility?
Talent or effort?
Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?
Would they date a fixer-upper?
What recurring dreams do they have?
What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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starkeysprincess · 1 day ago
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Was thinking about stepbro!rafe getting upset with reader after she accidentally kisses him (lets him kiss her)with lip plumping gloss, either thinking she did it intentionally or just mad she’s not more careful—either way she’s in for it!
he's sat on the edge of your bed, licking his lips and watching your reflection in your vanity mirror as you apply lip gloss. when you're done, you turn around to face him, his gaze lingering on your plump lips, and all he can think about is how good they'd look stretched around his thick cock.
"c'mere," he beckons you over, reaching forward to pull your chair towards him. his thumb swipes at the corner of your bottom lip, swiping away the sticky gloss from your skin. when he leans forward, your palm meets his chest, "you're gonna mess my lip gloss up," you whine. "so? you could put it on again," he rolled his eyes, "not like it matters anyway, gonna ruin it later."
"just gimme one kiss, s'all i want," he coos, "wanna feel those pretty lips on mine."
"okay, fine," you pout before leaning in and planting your soft, plump lips onto his. his tongue slips into yours, and your lip gloss smears against his lips, leaving behind a sticky mess when you pull away. you giggle at his lips, now covered in gloss, only to see rafe's brows pinch together as he rubs his lips with the back of his hand, “what the fuck”
he reaches for the tube on your desk, "why the fuck are you wearing lip-plumping gloss? told you i didn’t want you wearing this shit.”
“sorry, rafey, i forgot,” you frowned, it was clear you were telling the truth, but he wasn’t gonna let it slide since he’s told you for months to throw it away. “forgot? or you just didn’t wanna listen when i told you the first time?” he scoffed, “should spank that little ass raw for not listening the first time.”
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tkpuke · 3 days ago
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jayvik with 16/lee!vik?
Jayce + Viktor - 16. “Put the book down and pay attention to me!”
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The sound of chalk harshly hitting against a blackboard kept repeating, Viktor drawing a equation that took half the space in a hurried manner as if the ideas flowing in his head would vanish any second before he could write the rest down. Viktor was deep in thought, having spent around three hours already in the lab alone. No distractions so far, which he was thankful for.
Until the door swung open.
Jayce comes in, immediately taking a seat while dramatically running his hands through his hair; an anxious habit. “I need to rant real quick.” He starts, but Viktor only glances once and keeps writing away. “It’s this upcoming speech,” he fetches something nearby to fiddle with. “I’m so nervous I can’t even think straight. I don’t even have a speech prepared!”
“Mmm.” Is all Viktor responds with, now taking a little step back to view his work so far. Something’s missing. He grabs a book that was on standby the entire time, flipping through the pages to see what went wrong with his equation.
“I don’t know how much Insight I should give the people about Hextech and its potential. Will it scare them? Will it bring hope?”
“uh huh.” Viktor says again, but he wasn’t truly listening. He has been too caught up on what he’s currently doing, it’s impossible for him to drop it all suddenly and put full attention on anything else. Don’t get him wrong, Viktor deeply appreciates that Jayce comes to him for advice or just to be a shoulder he can lean on, but right now wasn’t a good time. Jayce seems to be a little slow on picking that up, though.
The man sighs, resting his cheek on his palm. “I really wish you could be up there with me, Viktor. I know you already declined but it would’ve put me a lot at ease, y’know?” Silence was all he was met with. He could hear the wall clock ticking, pages being flipped and a occasional chalk meeting the blackboard, but no reply from Viktor. The only sound he was looking forward to hearing.
Jayce finally looks over, seeing Viktor’s nose buried deep in a book. This entire time was he just being ignored? Annoyance starts to fuel Jayce’s entire body, making him stand up to creep over to Viktor quietly. He doesn’t even hear him, of course, his mind somewhere else.
Viktor’s racing thoughts suddenly ripped away from him by a hand placing tiny squeezes on his side. The book was dropped, Viktor grabbing onto Jayce’s wrist tightly but not doing much to push it away.
“Put the book down and pay attention to me!” Jayce nearly pouts as a joke, still squeezing away on Viktor’s side while his other hand supports his back so he won’t fall from all the helpless squirming. “Wahait! Stohohop, I wahahas!” He shakes his head in the midst of all the squirming, loose hair strands starting to almost cover his eyes. Jayce stops abruptly but with the hand still there, almost like a warning.
“Then what was I talking about?” Jayce clearly sees Viktor trying to mentally recall, his silence speaking volumes. “uhm….err…” Viktor hesitantly looks up at him, who stared back unamused. Then, the tickling started back up again.
“It’s not looking good for you, Viktor. Maybe this will jog up your memory? Worth a shot, right?” The squeezes started to intentionally get lower, Jayce evilly seeking out for that bad spot: the hips.
And Viktor knows this. Hence why hitting weakly at Jayce’s chest, trying to signal a tap out. “noHO!—JAHAYCE!” He pretty much squeaks, cheeks slightly flushing from embarrassment. Viktor absolutely hates the sounds he makes whenever he gets tickled silly, but if you ask Jayce?
He adores them.
“That is my name.” Jayce answers innocently, honing in on just that spot. At this point, he doesn’t even care if Viktor had actually listened to him or not. At first, this was for the sole purpose of a bit of fun revenge. Although it always finishes out to be Jayce wanting to just hear his partner laugh like there’s no tomorrow, his reactions so priceless. How can someone not enjoy tickling a person that scrunches up their nose when you target there, or squeaks like a mouse when you tickle here?
It would’ve gone on for a few more minutes if Viktor didn’t bump against the blackboard in the midst of all his squirming, accidentally erasing some of the equation he had written. They both halt; Vitkor staring at the half erased problem in disbelief and Jayce staring because he’s about to get scolded by him any second, which is not a pretty sight.
But Viktor didn’t scold. He instead slowly turned, faces so close they can feel each other’s breath hit their skin. What Jayce failed to see from the corner of his eye was Viktor starting to flex his fingers.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
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elvensorceress · 9 hours ago
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sunday snippet
I meant to have this fic done ages ago but it's now somehow three times as long as it was, I've rewritten it five times, and I'm still working on it 🫠 oh well. have a snippet from snickerdoodles.
@tizniz @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @kejfeblintz @smilingbuckley @sofa-king-lame @chaosandwolves @smilingbuckley @belasmalhotra @bekkachaos @blutterlie @sazanahashi @livinginsunnyhell @epicbuddieficrecs @sparklespiff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @dangerpronebuddie continued from Wednesday
Eddie tries again, but still sounds rough and hollowed out. “I don’t want to drag you down. Okay? You should move on and forget me and— and it’ll be better.”
Not so much for Eddie. He’s never let go of anything in his life. It’s all there hiding under the surface, stuffed in cages. But Buck should move on. Buck should survive him. 
Is this their only future? It feels like losing everything. Eddie is losing everything. He’s kidding himself if he thinks he hasn’t already lost Chris. What if Eddie doesn’t survive this time? What will happen to everyone he loves? Everyone who loves him?
Does anyone love him? Does he mean anything to anyone? Has he ever meant anything?
“Forget— I should forget you?” Buck snaps, his anger un-contained fire now, not just a hint of smoldering kindling. Vicious, spitting, sparking, living flames that will turn everything to ashes. 
Maybe they should actually fight and say awful things and then it would be easier to walk away. 
Eddie’s not sure he could even manage that right now. There’s nothing left in him. No fight, no fire. It’s all shattered, scattered pieces. But he would try. If Buck needs that. 
He might need that. He snaps again, “Like you’re a pair of socks that disappeared in the laundry? Or something I meant to pick up at the store and spaced? Like it’s easy? Like you’re nothing? Like this? Us? You and me? Means nothing?”
Okay, when he puts it that way… it sounds dumb. But how else can Eddie stop hurting him? “No,” Eddie says. Not fiery, not loud, not anything. “No. Just. Something that doesn’t—”
“You're my best friend. You— you’re— I’ll let you go. Okay. Whatever. I’ll do that because I know you and I know you need Chris and I get it. I wouldn’t want you to do anything but love him exactly the way you do. But I won’t, will not and can not pretend that you aren’t my best friend and my partner and the person I love more than anything. All right? I’m not going to do that. I’ve spend years—literal— almost a whole decade of years loving you more than anything. I’m not going to just forget that or forget you. I’m not throwing that way. I’m not ever going to lie and say otherwise. This is not a ‘move on and grow out of it’ scenario. I love you more than anything in the world. Okay? You told me I wasn’t expendable and I had to deal with that so you have to deal with this. You mean everything to me and I love you, and that isn’t going to change even when you leave.”
“—hurt you,” Eddie finishes. It doesn’t really sound finished now. He says it because he was already saying it. 
But that the fuck does he say now? 
Eddie doesn’t usually think of himself as small, quiet, or fragile. But he feels like that now. His feeble words sound like it even in his own ears. Small. Inconsequential. Torn apart.
Buck steps back toward him. Not enough that they’re touching, but enough that they’re closer. “Hurt me. Drag me down. I don’t care.”
Eddie recoils. No. No, he hates that idea. He is not doing that. Not intentionally. Not. What the fuck. 
He knows he said the words. He said them because his mother said them and they stuck and haven’t left his head or his heart and it’s all he does. Ruin people he loves. 
Buck shakes his head. “Be in the way. Burden me. Share whatever weight you’re carrying. Be something that stays even if you’re not here. Be part of my life even if it hurts. I don’t care if it hurts, I need you to be something to me. Having nothing of you would be a hundred, thousand, million times worse. I am in this with you. I always have been. Don’t shut me out just to spare me. If you’re facing the fire, I want to be right there with you. Please don’t make me lose everything of you. Please don’t— please. Don’t pretend this is nothing. I can take you leaving, I can’t take this,” he motions between them, “meaning nothing.”
Eddie stares and doesn’t move. And stares harder like it will help him understand. 
He knows he’s breathing still because there’s air. 
Maybe he’s not breathing. But something is making air flow in and out of his body. Like rescue breaths? Supplemental oxygen? It’s not Eddie doing it, he’s not taking in air, but it happens anyway. 
He doesn’t understand. Maybe he never has. Maybe his brain stopped processing information when he stopped breathing because the brain can’t function without oxygen. Something like that. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t. 
Buck wants something of him even after everything? After all the people who have walked out on him and treated him like he doesn’t matter? Even with how Eddie fails and hurts people who care about him? He means something to Buck? Even though he’s hurting him and abandoning him and losing him? Eddie’s just another person who leaves him. He can’t hurt Buck. He can’t keep doing it. Buck doesn’t deserve this. And Eddie deserves no loyalty, no forgiveness. 
He doesn’t deserve anyone’s love. Not in any form. He shouldn’t have it. He’s never had it. 
“I don’t—” Eddie tries to say. He has to say. He has to make the words come out. “I don’t want to hurt you the way Abby hurt you. I don’t want to do that.” 
Buck shakes his head again and starts to say something.
Eddie beats him to it. “I know it’s not the same. I know I’m not— I know you don’t— It’s different. Still. I know how she hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t know how to not do that. I’m leaving you here. In my house. Just like she did when she left you. And I have to—” Do the same fucking thing? Give him up? Walk away? Destroy everything they made together? And maybe the only way to survive is to do what Eddie does best and ruin everything? 
He looks back at Buck and doesn’t mean to say it. He wasn’t going to say anything. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. He should be mean and nasty and he should tell Buck he means nothing, this means nothing, and then Buck can just be justifiably angry and hate Eddie properly. 
And it would spare him. Whatever pain and tragedy that is associated with being near Eddie. It would spare Buck. 
That’s what he should do. 
That would be mercy and kindness. Pick up the weapon and blow this all to hell. 
Eddie can’t breathe. He can’t do this. Any of it. 
He can’t let go. He can’t lose Buck. 
And then he’s suddenly confessing, “I don’t want to do this."
It’s too late. It’s always too late. And what he actually wants has never mattered. He doesn’t matter. He never has. He twists his hands together and has nothing else to hold onto. It’s too late, so none of this matters. Eddie doesn’t matter. But he meets Buck’s lost gaze, stares into his eyes for three seconds, and he can’t keep it in.
“I want to be with Chris. I miss him so much. Every minute of every day. But I don't want to leave here. I don't want this. But it doesn't matter what I want. It never has. The one time I said, 'What about me? Why didn't you think of me?' Chris left. He left because I hurt him. And my dad says, ‘don’t wait thirty years to listen to your son.’ So I listen. I don’t know what the hell else to do. I listen, and I do what all of them ask. Even when it’s the last thing I want and I’ve already said, no, please stop, I need more time, please hear me. They don’t listen to me. I’m still nothing to every single one of them. And I just keep thinking why don’t I ever count? Why don’t I matter even a little bit?
"You think you aren't everything to me, too? Do you think that I don't love you just as much as you love me? But I don’t get to pick you. I don’t get to have anything of you. I hurt everyone I try to love including you and Chris. I’m not enough for anyone, in any way. I can’t love anyone the way they need or the way I’m supposed to. You say you’re defective parts, well I’m fucking broken.
"That’s why you should forget me. I don’t matter. You shouldn’t care. I should mean nothing because I am nothing. I’m not worth this. If I were a better, stronger person, I’d make you hate me. But I can’t even do that. I don’t want to hurt you more. I have to lose you and I don’t know how to lose you. I love you more than anything and it’s not enough. I don’t know what else to do but say, you should move on and forget me.”
Eddie turns away and covers his face, tries to hold his head because it’s aching. It’s too much. That was too much. He’s not supposed to be falling apart. Everything is supposed to be getting better. 
Shards of ice crack and fracture and break underneath him. Everything in the cage around his ribs snaps and he’s crying into his hands, trying to keep it together. Trying and failing. Always failing. His face is already wet. He was already broken. A long time ago. So many times. 
Buck is suddenly behind him. Not distant. Close behind him. He touches Eddie’s back gently and then steps around until he’s standing in front of him. He reaches between them and rests his hand on Eddie’s chest. As if he can stop the never-ending bleeding that’s somehow always pouring from Eddie’s heart. “You are enough, Eddie. You’re more than enough."
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tarnishedxknight · 2 days ago
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Drace could see the multitudes of thoughts racing through the boy's mind, the layers of emotions he was trying so hard not to show. The distress, the betryal, the anger, the sadness, the confusion... and the trauma. They had traumatized him with this, she was forced to realize. Not intentionally, of course, and the alternative would have been far worse, but... in the innocent and rather linear mind of a child, it was betrayal, plain and simple. The methods and the motivations be damned, it was betrayal.
She understood this, and so she she would take his slings and arrows in stride. After all, when it came right down to the heart of things, Larsa's survival was paramount. Her own feelings, her relationship with him, was secondary. Perhaps it was not what she wanted, but it was the bare reality of things. Overall, though, she thought it was good that this was coming out now. It was safer now, for the threat his illegitimacy might have brought him was nonexistent in this time, and he was already dealing with so much. To let him fully recover and then hit him again might have done more damage than to get so much of this out of the way early on.
She only wished that it would not cost Gabranth his relationship with his son. Drace could take Larsa's emotional blows, the lashing out of an injured child, but Gabranth... His heart would break and his self-loathing would be violently tossed into unforgiving and extreme waters, like a ship made of rotted planks. Against Larsa's wrath and rejection, Gabranth had little defense, and Drace was well aware of that. She cared not how much this hurt her, no. Her priorities were protecting Gabranth and Larsa, though their needs be vastly different at present.
When Larsa said he had no questions, Drace was unwavering. "You do, my lord. Or in time, you will. 'Tis only that you are not yet ready to put them to words. That is understandable." She was quiet for a while, and then, "Do you wish to remain here for a time, or would you prefer that I escort you to your quarters?" Some, in times of crisis, preferred their solitude, while others preferred not to be alone. In this moment, she was not quite certain where Larsa's head was at, but she did know that she was not about to force her company on him, or attempt to pry his thoughts out of him, if he did not wish it of her.
Larsa did not expect to be unfrozen at all, let alone in the future. When he had snuck upon Gabranth's ship set for Pharos he did it to ensure the peace would be possible. The last thing he remembered was running towards fallen Gabranth and then... Light. (Marvel AU) - tarnishedxjudgement
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Noah didn't have the same abilities and resources in this time period with which to inform himself of anything and everything that was going on around him. He was in the dark, most of the time, unless directly informed of things, a condition he hated. Being at the mercy of others he neither knew nor trusted for information was not a position he usually found himself in.
It was the reason he hadn't known about Drace being found after him until she was brought one day to the training compound. Inexplicably, after executing her in his own timeline, here she was again, seemingly from another. The entire experience was wholly jarring, but not nearly as jarring as losing his only son.
So often had Noah thought of Larsa in the months following his revival in this strange time. Thoughts invaded his peace, his sleep, his ability to function, until he found himself so erratic and unhinged that he did not recognize himself anymore. Even Drace found it difficult to comfort him, and she had always been a master of that feat. There was no closure to be had, no second chances, no going back... and that knowledge was eating Noah alive from the inside out.
But once again, information had been kept from him, and yet another arrival from Ivalice to the Avengers compound was neither expected nor necessarily wanted. Would it be another Dalmascan? Gods forbid a Rozarrian. And the way the people of this time seemed to think that all Ivalicians got along and would be happy to see each other was beyond irritating to him. Nevertheless, when he was specifically summoned to greet this newcomer, Noah begrudgingly left his quarters to do so.
What he saw... stopped him dead in his tracks. Within seconds, his expression betrayed him, and within a few more, he was on his knees, his legs giving way in disbelief of the sight that lay before him. It was little Lord Larsa, looking just as he did when last Noah laid eyes on him, perfect as can be.
He knew he should say something, but words betrayed him as well as his own legs had. Instead, he merely stared, the absence of his helm serving to display to the boy all the shock, confusion, and relief at seeing him standing there. Finally, he forced out the only two words he felt he could say without falling apart.
"My lord..."
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therealslimshakespeare · 3 months ago
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Oh yay happily!! I put that photo in there specifically because based on my experience, and the experience of some of my friends, a big part of the 😫😫 danger 😫😫 of your first college relationship is that you get wayyyyyy too close way too fast and lowkey… sort of trauma bonded. But I obviously use that term just to explain what I’m getting at/ sort of lightly and not exactly accurately haha because it’s too extreme to fully be used to describe what I mean. But basically. You’re out of the house for the first time, living on ur “own” and like. I just feel like you get way too attached way too quickly, there’s nothing/ no one stopping you from seeing that person alllll the time. Or even basically starting to live with them because whatever you’re just young and fun and in love. And then if that person is your first for a lot of things, like Spencer would be for Lu? Even silly things like, let’s say you go out and get absolutely wasted and u miss ur parents and they take care of you? Or the bigger things like intimacy. You can become codependent so fast and dangerously attached. And I could see that happening to Lu. Like for example, him being the first guy to see her scar even. All those things could get twisted in her mind and just. It’s not good. So I thought the pic in the bathroom was like an example of if she were to get in that headspace with him.
Everybody look they answered!!!!⏰
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dennisboobs · 4 days ago
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every day i have to hold my tongue when m-cd-nnis shippers start sounding like frat guys with the way they talk about dennis' Secret Feelings toward mac. hey man. i don't actually think you get it. i don't think you understand what's going on between them.
#HEY MAN. I DONT THINK DENNIS ~SECRETLY WANTS IT~ AND TJAT ITS GOOD ACTUALLY WHEN HE ASSAULTS HIM. CAN YOU BE NORMAL.#ada speaks#guyssss dennis is just secretly gayyyy its fiiiine mac is making him come to terms with itttt#he actually really wants all this despite his verbal protests you guysssss#fuck taking him at his word obviously dennis doesn't know what he wants !!!#like my brother in christ. when dennis says. It's Never Gonna Happen. Not Willingly.#he means it. the willingly part IS the important part#when dennis HAS a choice and when mac is not actively REMOVING that choice#THEN he is like. fine with it#but you people don't seem to understand what it is that mac is doing that dennis is opposed to#is it rlly that hard to understand that mac putting dennis into these situations like in ddl and gets romantic is intentional on mac's part#dennis' issue is. Always. he doesn't like being TRAPPED. key word.#this is why he resists time and time again not just with mac but with everything else he fights against#he doesnt like being out of control. he doesn't like being controlled. its not even that he wants to be the one in control#it's for protection#so when mac traps him. intentionally. in a way that is premeditated. when he knows he cant trust mac#why in gods name would he WILLINGLY consent to literally anything#like you look at the implication and the obvious parallels there#where he is recreating how he was made to feel#and its specifically about being trapped. PHYSICALLY in this sense#and you look at the fucking scripts and you see how many goddamn times the word TRAPPED is used#[GESTURES BROADLY]#like for the last time. dennis is not resistant to mac bc he has these latent desires he is in denial about.#he's resistant to mac because he doesn't trust him and doesn't want to be assaulted.#its about power. but consistently we see that dennis Doesnt Want Real Power he just wants enough to protect himself#like for fucks sake. yes. if dennis consents then obviously he's going to be fine with it#the problem is that mac doesn't care enough to get consent#and very specifically circumvents it instead. den isn't like. overreacting. he's right djskdjfkkf
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sonknuxadow · 9 months ago
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it's kinda funny that some people seem to think eggman has a soft spot for kids or something because of his relationship with sage like have you guys not seen the way he interacts with 90 percent of the other characters in this franchise . hes constantly fighting with teenagers and little kids and putting them in danger he does NOTTTT care lmao
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bmpmp3 · 8 months ago
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I NEEED to go back to making art that makes it ABUNDANTLY clear that theres something wrong with my brain BUT NOT in a cool or stylishly interesting way. i need to do it in a way that makes people say "hm." and walk away
#sowwy ive been kinda going through it in my fine arts major rn can u tell HJKSDHKFd#ive been feeling like. scared. and paralyzed by marketability and branding.#i cant stop thinking about how other people will see my art. but not like in a good way#when i was younger i thought about it in a good way. like hee hee hoo hoo the act of looking connected us hee hee#but rn i keep thinking about it in like this wretched like consumer product mindset? ouhhghhhhh el problema es el capitalismo#and like maybe this works for some people. to think like this. to make art like this. its what my professors push me towards#not intentionally. they dont say it out loud at least. im not sure if they know or not some of the irony#my professors are nice and pretty smart and talented and i like em. but sometimes i wonder like. the push for us as students to make like#marketable 'avant garde'? stuff thats safe but pretending to be weird and out there#i dont mean to sound pretentious. in general i play it too safe myself (spent too much time as an edgy 10 year old with my#parents freaking out over my shoulder because they think the fact that i drew an anime character frowning means something serious LOL)#but i dunno man. my least interesting art with the least amount of care thought or effort always gets so much more attention in school#nowhere else oddly. online? people like my more passionate but seemingly frivolous art (oc art etc. not frivolous to me but yknow how it is#same with irl artists and other industry people outside my school. whats going on in my school LOL#i know from experience i cant push myself into a supposedly marketable brand. if i try to make something sell it will not.#i dont know why. maybe theres an invisible essence buyers can tell when i didnt care jkfsldjdfrds#but my teachers LOOOOVE the stuff i put no passion in its so bizarre orz but i gotta relearn how to ignore half of their advice#i used to be better at it. but i also only used to ignore like a quarter of their advice. maybe i need to amp up how much im ignoring#that sounds mean. they have plenty of good advice. but also plenty of advice thats clouded by their own biases#and i gotta relearn how to sort out this stuff again. i forget every few months for some reason#you know i always think ouuhhhhh i act so neurotypical ouhhhhhhhhh im outgoing i talk to strangers all the time i seem confident#im so masked IM SO MASKED but then i go a couple weeks where every conversation i have has people looking at me like#i have two heads and neither of them are speaking their language. and then i descend into madness like this HJKLDSHJDS#i'll be fine i'll figure it out. i need to stop trying to get a good grade in being a 'cutting edge' conventional artist <3#i need to just. draw my cartoon characters in peace 😔😔😔
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floralovebot · 10 days ago
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i am once again thinking about the missed opportunities of a garth and jackson mentor/mentee brother in arms relationship
#OUGH#dc stop trying to write garth out of the aquafam challenge intentionally whiffed#they hate him sooo much it makes them look stupid#alhgd#its genuinely insane to me how dc writers are incapable of showing garth caring about the aquafam and the titans at the same time#insane#but anyway#OUGHHHHHH#what couldve been...#its just INSANE how garth immediately gave this random teen he just met like five minutes ago his entire ass name#and then never talked to him ever again like i simply do not believe you#and while i still dont Like rebirth garth i feel like being put into more a mentor role Especially while he's Actively with the titans !!!!#would be really good for him!#and like dont get me wrong im perfectly fine with jackson being the next aquaman i actually prefer that#However its like dc doesnt realize that he can be close to and respect both of them#theyre giving him this Super Cute brother sister relationship with andy and its !! amazing !!#but i also cant help but Scream a little cause ohmygod why are we pretending garth never existed#why are we pretending that garth would ignore this teen boy with family issues who needs a safe place to learn and live !#why are we pretending that jackson wouldnt talk to him or ask him for advice or At Least bitch to him when arthurs being arthur !!#insane to me absolutely mental up the whazoo#all of their interactions are so awkward and feel so coworker and eeewwwwggg i hate it#im not saying that every New person needs to be immediately treated like family#but also come the fuck on its GARTH he's not icing out the new kid !!!!!!!!#swear to god garth has had more full blown conversations with tusky than he has with jackson#while jackson is def still underappreciated at dc theyve still managed to give him some really amazing well thought out#relationships with the rest of the aquafam#and its so weird to me that they seem so insistent on garth not being part of that#when he's consistently one of the most loyal members of the fam anyway#i just Know the two of them could be really close if dc would let it happen... they will not give it to me though..... the scoundrels......
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cryolyst · 11 days ago
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#ignore this#i didn't want to write about the bad brain time bc i was like nooo what if someone sees but like. why do i care abt that.#anyways i'm mostly just irritated but the irritation has built up now to wanting to delete all my shit and wanting to reach out to h again#in self destructive validation ways. and also maybe asking them ** **** *** *** ** **** *****#to spite someone. but also for self destructive reasons. <3#i won't because even the idea of trying to get ahold of them is giving me a headache but it's a fun thought#(fun in terms of it's great to think about how to cause problems on purpose. for lack of anything better to do.)#i have to see the person i want to spite tomorrow and i am anticipating it being uncomfortable#at the very least for me because i personally don't want to see them and what they said today put me in a worse headspace#but potentially they'll be insufferable or condescending about it. and also tell other people about it.#and then i have to deal with two other people i'm not even that close to lecturing me also.#like okay great intentions good on you for being concerned and cautious but have you considered i just wanted to fuck around#theoretically i have better options for coping available but the self destructive ones are more attractive#anyways uh. this wasn't intentionally a vaguepost abt irl things but it turned into that ig#mostly i'm just experiencing a strong desire to isolate myself. too often i find that sharing my decisions just begets me judgement.#idk like. i know a lot of it is from people trying to help or care for me but i just want to do what i do.#especially if it's already done then i just want to move on. i don't need to hear how my friend would do something different in my shoes.#i need to cut off my current friends and get in with a crowd that will hear me share something pertaining to my life#and laugh and say ''that's so wild bro'' and move on#if i wanted to know the potential impact this might have on my insurance premiums i would've looked into it myself beforehand.#ok. well. whole lot of nothing was said just to say i miss h. what if i went back in time and stopped myself from talking to them.#what if instead of always simultaneously feeling like there's a gaping hole in my soul & that i bore my whole unfiltered self to a stranger#i just simply never learn what it's like to be wholly seen and understood and live equally as lonely but unaware of what i'm missing
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taylorswiftdebut · 7 months ago
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y’all are actually wild to me you constantly complain about how ugly taylor’s merch is then the graphic designers at umg hear your feedback and create good designs and you’re still not happy! you claim it’s stealing fan art but fail to see the graphics directly correlate with the new stage production and aesthetics of the ttpd lyric booklet, and if you were to get mega technical putting taylor’s lyrics on shirts is stealing her art, taking the images on getty without accreditation and changing them is stealing a photographers art, ect ect when fan art is stolen it is terrible and horrible but umg deciding to invest in their design team and give them the creative freedom to take a little more time with this collection (these items have probably been in production for months btw) and do a slower rollout instead of dropping all merch at once is such a take truly
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kaoharu · 8 months ago
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sooo pissed off why is mt sister getting bitchier and more annoying by the day i swear to GOD
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sleepymarimo · 7 months ago
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❝𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩!❞
synopsis: you're tasked with waking up zoro for dinner, but it's hard to make him budge.
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pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: more tooth rotting fluff for my favorite swordsman :) wc: ~1.6k an: i had a dream about this and added some even more fluff because why not. ty all i hope you enjoy <3 also i realized i have a decent chunk of zoro fics about napping lol maybe this is why im sleepymarimo i just love that sleepy lil guy
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"Where the hell is that shitty swordsman?" Sanji grumbles, cigarette hanging from his lips as he sets a hefty plate of rice on the dining table.
Even though you're acutely aware that the marimo is missing, you pretend to peer over shoulders and swivel your head to give the impression that you're just as clueless as everyone else. You're already sat at the table, utensils neatly resting beside your plate.
Everyone else is already in the dining room, Luffy practically on the brink of perishing as the food is placed before him. Chopper and Usopp are close behind, their forks glinting in the light.
Robin is patient, smiling at the sight before her, the one she's grown to love. "I believe he said something about taking a nap," she reveals, her fingers wrapping around the stem of a wine glass. "He might be holed up in the boy's room."
"You mean the men's room?" Franky speaks up in an attempt to lighten the mood, the cola bottle in his hand hissing as he pops the cap.
Nami shakes her head, not in the mood to entertain the hooligans she calls her crewmates- her family. When Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper start to chant for their food, the navigator's last straw cracks into a million pieces.
Her chair slides back with a screech as she stands, planting her hands on the table. "Ugh, I can't believe that guy, sleeping through dinner!" The sigh she gives is intentionally dramatic, her charm working its magic as Sanji quickly offers to knock some sense into the green-haired swordsman.
It all comes to a halt when a pair of hands sprout from the table, tugging at the cook's shirt in a silent command to stay put. All eyes go to Robin, her knowing gaze easily hiding whatever ploy is running through her mind.
She calls your name and you immediately feel your cheeks warm, though you still feign obliviousness even if it seems like she's peeking right into your brain.
"Why don't you get Zoro?" she suggests, yet deep down you know you don't have an option.
Even if the thought of protesting crosses your mind, the chorus of growling stomachs and pleas for you to hurry have you standing and scampering up the stairs and to the deck.
Standing in front of the door to the boy's cabin, you feel your stomach drop a bit. You're quite literally entering a tiger's den, into the willing jaws of a beast who has been known to treasure booze, swords, and naps above all else.
The air inside the room is significantly more warm, heavy, compared to the cool breeze blowing outside. It's dark, your eyes adjusting to the lack of lighting as you carefully step over shoes and dirty clothes.
For a moment the beds seem empty and you wonder if he's even inside, yet the massive figure atop one of the bunks makes you quickly reconsider that thought.
His bare back rises and falls at a leisurely pace, his arms sprawled over the sides of the bed while he lays on his front. Cheek pressed comfortably into his pillow, Zoro naps away without much care for anything else.
After gawking for a second or two, you step toward the bunk, mentally cursing, and steel yourself for what feels like the millionth time. The wooden structure is a bit too tall for you to get a look at him, so with a small grunt you step onto the bottom bunk and grip onto the rails to hoist yourself up.
As soon as you take a glimpse over the top bunk's railing, you feel the warmth of his exhales across your nose and cheeks. It makes your face warm, your own breaths stalling as you take in the sight of him looking so… serene.
His face is softened, relaxed, a stark contrast to the pinched brows and scowls he usually wears.
Imagining the exasperated faces of your hungry crewmates, you get on with your small mission. Even though you're there to wake him, you're considerate enough to keep mindful of your tone. "Zoro?" comes his name from your lips, a murmur not quite suited for waking a beast.
The most you get out of him is the slight wrinkling of his nose, like a fly had perched there for a second before buzzing off. In a way it's expected given that he's slept through storms and whole marine attacks.
Your tone is louder the next time you call his name, more firm, his silhouette becoming pronounced as your eyes adjust to the dark room. "Zoro," you call again, arms starting to ache from how you're pulling yourself up to the top bunk.
Again, nothing. It's almost comical at this point, really.
You resist the urge to groan in frustration, your options becoming more limited. Time really isn't on your side here, not when the odds of a hungry pirate barging into the room increases by the second.
Taking a big breath, you decide that this is going to be the last try. This is going to be the one to wake the marimo, whether he likes it or not.
Unfortunately, the sea has other plans for you.
The ship hits a patch of rough water, the violent movement causing you to lose your grip on the railing tethering you to the top bunk. Your breath also catches when the sudden jolt makes your feet slip off the mattress belonging to the bottom bed, your heart skipping a beat when you feel yourself starting to fall back.
You're fully prepared to brace yourself against the harsh floor, your muscles tensing and jaw tightening, but you don't even have the chance to fall back a single inch.
A strong arm, previously hanging limp over the bed, curls around your waist and holds you steady. It supports all your weight, even as your legs kick out in an attempt to find solid ground. With your face suddenly squished into the junction of his neck, your own arms act on instinct and wrap around his shoulders.
Zoro's awake now, steel-grey eye open and aware as if he hadn't been knocked out cold just seconds ago. His senses have a unique threshold, not bothering to pick up on the calls of his name but always managing to be ready when his crewmates need him most- especially you.
His skin is warm, a tell tale sign that he'd probably been napping for hours. Tightening his grip on you, he sits up, pulling you with him. You're still disoriented, wondering why you haven't hit the floor, but he's as sharp as ever.
"The hell are you doin'?" he grumbles, voice still heavy from his rest, carrying that delightful rasp. His irritated tone is a facade, more of a light chide than anything. "You tryin' t'break your neck or something?"
You feel like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing a couple times while you're still dangling from the top bunk. It's hard to not get in a few mumbled apologies, not knowing if he's ticked from being stirred from his sleep.
"Dinner is ready," you reply, managing to find your words, your hold on him not letting up due to fear of falling once more. He feels so warm, the definition of a guilty pleasure, and you're left to exert as much self-control as possible.
He lets out a scoff, amused, then grunts as he finally realizes you're still hanging over the bed. His hand moves, sliding across your waist to grab at the back of your shirt. While Zoro's strength is known throughout all the seas, it always leaves you in awe. With nothing more than a bicep curl, he hoists you up and onto the top bunk with him.
A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sink into the soft mattress, the bunk creaking with the added weight and how Zoro shifts into a seated position. Legs crossed over one another, he stretches his arms over head, unintentionally showing off his physical prowess.
Your eyes find the ceiling out of respect, but mostly because you're another second away from bursting into flames.
He yawns, then rubs at the back of his neck. "Dinner, huh?" he repeats, finding the answer satisfactory enough and shrugging his shoulders. "They sent the right person. I don't need that shitty cook hurling a kick my way."
You nod and even get out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure waking up to me almost falling is a lot better," you joke, looking over the bunk to see the drop to the floor.
"It's no problem," he assures, his gold earrings catching in the slivers of moonlight entering through the window as a lazy smirk grows on his face. "I got ya."
While you'd be willing to skip dinner to stay with the swordsman, your stomach protests with a hefty grumble. Zoro's stomach follows suit, making it's need for food known. The timing of it makes another laugh slide past your lips, a sound that makes his smirk soften into something more genuine.
With a small grunt, he hops off of the top bunk and lands on the floor with a solid thud. "Alright," he starts, stretching his back out a bit more before lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Let's go eat." His arms raise, ready to help you down from the bed. Whether you want to take the ladder or propel yourself into his embrace, he silently vows to be there to offer support. Although Zoro could be stubborn, gruff, and brash, he'd never let you fall, not ever.
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9kittie · 20 days ago
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I am BEGGING for more exhusband Rafe… we all know they’ll only ever really want each other but imagining jealous Rafe thinking someone is trying to take his ‘wife who isn’t his wife but totally is still HIS wife’, I know it would be deliciousssssss! Especially with wifey acting like she doesn’t notice anything wrong - hint! - she does 😉
when exhusband!rafe's little girl obliviously spits out, "mommy has a 'new friend' that comes over sometimes! he's so nice!" it has him floored.
18+ smut, mdni!
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rafe had been arguing back and forth with clients about a deal. already angry and out of patience all while having to watch his daughter on top of it all. it was a lot to take in during the heat of the moment.
he's letting the four year old babble his ears away, answering some emails in the living room while the child ruined the place with toys. his eyes snap up, all wide before giving a confused face and he's pushing away his laptop for a second, leaning in with one ear to make sure he heard those words right.
and when it's confirmed, he's at a loss of words. letting out a "hmph." and nodding, before adding a, "that's uhh, that's unfortunate."
he's back and forth with his feelings. between giving you the benefit of the doubt or letting all his anger take over and let his feelings get hurt. in the end though, he's sick to his stomach thinking too much about you wrapped up in the sheets with some other guy that definitely doesn't know how to take care of you like he does━━ pushing aside his work and stressing out his mind.
it's the next day that he's going out to the country club to drink and relax his mind. being cooped up at work and at home burning himself out, you consistently consuming his thoughts. he just can't take it anymore.
rafe walks in with their daughter on one hip, a small smug smile on his face all while she laughs away at something he said earlier in the truck. putting her down and scanning the country club bar before his eyes set on you, with another man.
you'd met him only about two weeks ago and he had a little daughter of his own. starting to invite him over while he brings his own daughter in for a play date, it's no harm.
while you intentionally kept it from rafe you hadn't seen a problem with it and it's evident in the way you laugh, eyes sparkling and hands roaming over his forearm while he's eyeing you up and down.
rafe's pissed, no doubt. you see it when you catch his eyes, bringing the sweet margarita drink up to your lips and keeping a small smirk all while taking a sip before your kid is running up to you, a small squeal and a big hug to your legs.
cooing at her, rafe's eyes alter from you and the guy. he's a pussy. rafe can tell by the way the guy just stands and he's already scoffing under his breath. his stomachs in a twist and he looks as devastated as the day you'd thrown your ring back at him. he still wears his ring for christ sake and your fucking up his mind the way your giving a teasing look, knowing what you're causing him.
a game of cat and mouse.
he's letting out a huff through the nose, not even thinking about greeting you before he's calling out, "c'mon, mommy's clearly busy with some sucker. hurry up and let's go, don't have time right now." a whines leaving the little girls lips but she's running straight back to her daddy anyways because he's her favorite. he's picking her up, walking out, and not looking back. fighting back small tears as he then drives off.
your minds in shambles after that, genuinely watching as he walks away with parted lips and wide eyes and although it was fun to know that he's still onto you, it's hurting you to see your favorite man all upset because of you. his usual confident stride no longer there.
it's your turn to pick up your daughter now. all giddy and excited while you're stood in front of rafe's front door with a sugary sweet smile on your lips. typical whenever you're visiting your ex husband.
you expect his praises and hands all over you as soon as he opens the door but instead, your met with a dead look in his face. staring you down as he opens the door wide and silence is taking over the two of you. nervously, you're watching him with guilt tripped eyes as you walk in and he's closing the door a little too loud. snatching the diaper bag for your daughter and walking past you with no sign of any affection and it has you pouting so big.
he's walking right back out empty handed and he's stomping all around the house. it has you watching with wide and scared eyes, stomach turning in a sick way.
"kids asleep, need to talk t'you. upstairs." and he's tugging at your arm, eyebrows sinched together as you look him over and he's not even wearing his engagement ring anymore. that's enough to have you batting your lashes away with worried tears swelling in your eyes.
"go sit outside, clearly you've lost your damn mind." he's rough housing you. pushing you towards the balcony that's right outside the master bedroom and your immediately sat, eyes towards the ground and swallowing down the fear which holds your head in a choke-hold.
is he done with me? did i overdo it?
quite frankly, he was close. but not close enough because nothing could ever really push him over the edge. he understands the way you fein for attention and he knows the ways which you like to play for fun at times. but the way you played that type of game has him so angry and he feels his old self creep back for just a tiny bit.
you hear a bit of shuffling around, before he's coming out with his ring and yours. holding them up to your face. "see these two things? the things that tied us t'gether. did none of that shit matter to you?" he's so hurt when he says those last words, shaking his head slightly because he just cannot believe their having this conversation.
you're blinking dumbly up at him, words not coming out of your mouth before he's bending down and getting right up into your face. "when i talk to you, you answer, got it? understand? good." he's not even waiting for you to reply and that's how you know he's so done.
"of course it matters to me, i was only-" and he's grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. his eyes are scary, and it's so new for you because he's usually so in love. so soft and gentle with you but he's got you wanting to run away and it has you so angry with yourself.
"we have a daughter t'gether, and you're all out and about with some- some guy while i'm sat here catering to everything you fuckin' have! you like that? like seeing me this mad?" and he's aggressively letting go of your jaw as he's taking in a breath, standing up straight, and shutting his eyes while he pinches his nose.
"'m sorry, didn't mean to make you so angry i was only being selfish." shaking your head before you're watching him sit down next to you, leaned forward and rubbing his face. "so sorry, i really mean it."
he's not really acknowledging your words, tongue in mouth before he's speaking up again. not looking at you, but forward, deep in thought.
"you guys fucking? how long has he been going around your house. the house i pay for." he's saying it with a mix of a calm and angry tone, and the silence isn't helping his thoughts.
you're debating, and you know you shouldn't. know it's better to actually tell him but the fear of losing him over this has you freaking out like never before. "just.. just like two weeks. not long, he has a daughter he-" she's cutting herself off. watching the way he looks over his shoulder, dead eyes and tongue glazing over the back of his cheek as his head is tilted to get a better look at you.
"i'm sorry." you whimper out. he scoffs, shaking his head and standing up to rub his face once more.
"when i sit here and give you everything, what makes you think it's okay to mess with me like that? to fuck with my head s'much. because i'm one step closer to putting you out on your god damn own, think you can survive? huh!?" he's practically roaring his words and you're so startled.
tears touching your poor cheeks and bottom lip wobbling before you're standing up with hands over your eyes, falling into his embrace.
"'m serious! didn't mean it will never do it again just- please don't leave me. only want you rafe, i promise. will do anything for you." rambling words into his chest while he stands there, jaw clenched and eyes straight forward before he's stroking your hair and wrapping his big beefy arms over your delicate body.
"shh, gonna- gonna make this right okay? just gotta learn to give me some respect, yeah? i'm the god damn daddy of your child, baby what d'you think this is?" he's scoffing to himself, bending his head down to kiss all over your cheek.
"can you put your ring back on." a small huff leaving your mouth and he's nodding, chuckling in mockery before forcing your face up by his hand gripping your jaw and giving you a good, sloppy kiss.
"i'll put it back on once this pussies good to act right." he's letting go of your jaw, tapping your cheek lightly with his hand and gripping your clothed cunt. "yeahh," he begins, smiling all wide while you mirror his expression before he's going straight faced and tone serious, "go get on the bed, since you wanna make me put you in your place. seems you forgot it, a shame. coulda' gotten a creampie t'day if you really acted right."
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the harsh sounds of fucking are ringing through the room, rafe's harsh slap to your ass causing a muffled squeal out of your mouth while you drooled all over the pillows.
he's got one hand on the headboard, keeping it from banging on the wall while the other is gripping an ass cheek and everything hurts so so good. eyes watery and rolling back with each thrust he put force into.
"bet he doesn't- nah, couldn't fuck you like i do huh? already know the fuckin' answer." he's angry all over again, jaw clenched and eyes fluttering from the way your leaking all over his dick and his words got your pussy fluttering.
you're letting out a "mm-mm" in agreement before being tugged up by your hair, a moan leaving your worked out throat. "fuck, got you all pathetic, hah." he's giving a mean mocking laugh, tugging your hair harder.
"'s too much! please, can't take it anymore." you're practically yelling out before he's letting out a 'tsk' and pushing your head back into the pillow, his pants being heard right above your ear as his weight can be felt on your back.
"say no ones better, cause' i know- fuckkk, know you'd never meet anyone like me. say you're my girl, baby." his voice is low, and so intimidating. has you squeezing your pussy tight around him and his hips stutter, a low groan being let out right into your neck. kisses being trailed all along your shoulder.
"i'm-! i'm your girl!" moaning out while overstimulation courses over you and it's as if he sensed it. rubbing circles harshly onto your clit from behind before he's wrapping a hand around your throat and making you sit up on your knees straight, the angle making your eyes roll back.
"my girl, huh? better keep that shit in check, greedy bitch." and he's sending a slap to your tit before pushing you back into the mattress. ass up, face down.
he really is the best man around.
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