#wc: 1773

[grimm-writings]

hi hi it's bard anon again :) i was rereading the manga and remembered that chilchuck's nightmares would be about losing his daughters... could you write about reader going into his dream (like laios did for marcille) and helping him through it? maybe also promising to keep his secret, asking if he's still married, etc. hehe

aisling

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! hurt/comfort, reader is not a half-foot, some descriptions of gore and body horror, CHILCHUCK PSYCHOANALYSIS 🔥 

…wc! 1773

…notes! grimm lore drop, i’m irish! thus the title of this fic is after the as gaeilge word for ‘dream’. enjoooooy <3

You repeat Laios’ instructions in your head as you try to drift off.  Chilchuck’s body is a bit small to make much of a pillow, but at least his warmth distracts you from the worried stares of your peers.

“You probably have to fight through your own nightmare to get to him!”  Laios keeps reassuring you.  “So be on guard!  Remember what I told y–”

“They get it, Laios!” Marcille yanks the tall-man away from where you’re struggling to drift off.  His barrage of information is in good faith, but it isn’t exactly the best white noise to fall asleep to.

Eventually, you find yourself in your dreamscape.  Quickly, quickly, you let your mind run with ideas of how to ‘dig down’ as Laios described it.  Chilchuck is resting underneath you, so the only way to go was in fact down.

The question is… how?

It took a lot of quick-thinking in order to bypass your own personal insecurities (you don’t have the time to dwell on them– Chilchuck is in trouble!) but eventually you imagined a jackhammer drill to make your way down.  You had to admit it wasn’t the most efficient, but it was the first thing you could come up with!

When you land and face another injury on your backside again, you groan, hoping the effects of the nightmare meant your pain wouldn’t carry over into the real world.

You look up, surprised to find yourself in what looks like a cottage.  It would be rather cosy-looking if not for the torn wallpaper, axe thrown into the wall, and blood splattered all over the place.  You could even hear despairing wails of crying echoing through the place…

Hang on.  You try to prick up your ears.  No, it doesn’t sound too distant at all.  You try to navigate your way through the place that was once a loving home.  You take notice of your size in comparison to the door frames and furniture– you’re way too large in comparison.  This is a home of a half-foot.

Was a home of a half-foot you know very well, you realise with your blood running cold.  Entering the next room you found Chilchuck.  He’s on his knees, hands being held in the air and shaking in a way you’ve never seen him before.  He’s horrified.  Over his lap are the heads of three girls, all brutally mutilated and bloodied in ways that made you feel ill.  One girl looks nearly identical to Chilchuck.

You have a suspicion of what’s going on.

What you have to do is protect Chilchuck from the emotional scarring of the nightmare.  How can you do that, when he already has the blood of three people– likely loved ones– on his hands?  You can hear him whispering “why me?” over and over in the shakiest whimper before he chokes mid-sob.

Creeping over without a sound proves difficult as the door creaks loudly.  Chilchuck immediately stops his crying and freezes as he looks up at you.

‘Be encouraging,’ Laios’ words echo in your mind, ‘encourage him to overcome his fear the nightmares are exploiting.’

Easier said than done, as you can hear another presence approaching.  Your footstep must have alerted it.  Chilchuck rises to his feet.

“It’s coming,” he tells you, trying to keep his voice firm and grounded, “but don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

…Oh!  Looks like he’s already well underway trying to fight back against the nightmare!  This will be easy!  You were so chuffed, you almost forgot that usually you aren’t supposed to be recognised in dreams.

Still, you watch as Chilchuck limps to stand in front of you.  He looks… smaller than usual.  Odd.

You tug on Chilchuck’s tunic with an appreciative grin.  “You’re so brave, Chil.  I know you can defeat the intruder!”

“...Yeah.  It’s my job to get you outta this mess, huh?”

An odd thing to say, but you agree nevertheless.  Encourage, encourage, encourage.  “You’ll get us out of here in no time,” you whisper to Chilchuck, rubbing the fabric of his tunic reassuringly.  “I have faith in you.”

He shifts under your touch as you say this.

You glance over at the limp bodies of the three girls.  You wonder what had gotten them so grievously injured.  Their wounds look non-existent save for splashes of blood on their clothes and red running from their lips.  Chilchuck has already been a bit queasy towards gore.  Maybe imagining anything too excessive would be too much for him.

Then, ‘it’ arrives.

It was a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone.  Its jaw is unhinged, what could either be blood-red lipstick or the bodily fluid itself running from you think are its lips.  Its hair was dark and matted.  It’s just barely shorter than Chilchuck himself, you notice.  It’s like an uncannily recreated half-foot woman.

When it sees Chilchuck, it screams in a woman’s voice, something about how ‘it’s supposed to be date night.’ 

It ran away at the very sight of him.  At the sight of him with you.

What could that mean…?

Once it leaves, Chilchuck collapses again.  He looks up at you, his eyes big and full of terror.  “Is the party okay?  Where are they?!  I need– I need to make sure they don’t–”

He begins crawling over to the door.  The party?  They’re… here?  No, this is probably another aspect of his nightmare.  These girls are here, either dead when he found them, or he watched them get hurt.

Either way, he was too late.

Cogs began to turn.  Could Chilchuck be afraid of… not being able to protect his loved ones from harm?  The cottage was basically turned into a slaughterhouse.  As for the monster…

“Who’s that woman?” you ask.

“I– I think it’s supposed to be my wife,” he explains rather easily.  Maybe the dreams encourage such honesty.  “But it isn’t.  I know it isn’t.  None of this makes sense…”

…His wife? 

No, no, not the time…  Later.

“That’s because it’s a nightmare, Chil…” you try to explain.  “You have to face your fear.”

“My fear?!”  Chilchuck turns to glare at you.  “Sorry for being so naive, but my ‘fear’ is out of my control!  If I’m here, there’s a chance no one will get hurt.  I–I just need to find the rest of you.  I can’t let you be taken away from me because I was being stupid.”

You grab Chilchuck’s wrist to prevent him from limping away into the cottage’s halls.  “Why don’t you… talk to it– I mean, your wife?”

He freezes.  He turns back at you, his glare making his eyebags look heavier.  “Are you insane?”

“She’s your wife.”

Chilchuck swallows.  His wrist slips from your grip so he could intertwine his fingers with you instead.  “There’s too many things I know she’ll ask from me.”

“Like?”

“Like…  Why don’t I come home more often?  Do I love her anymore?”

You squeeze Chilchuck’s hand, rising to your feet.  “Do you?”

“I do.”  He doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Then tell her.”

Chilchuck deliberates on this for a moment.  He then looks up at you.

“Stay with me,” he requests in the quietest voice, “stay with me as I talk to her.”

Though his words made your chest feel weird, you shake your head.  “This is your job as a husband.  Not anyone else’s.  You can’t protect everyone forever, not even yourself.  Running won’t solve anything.”

Chilchuck is quiet for a few seconds, taking in your words.  He then slowly nods.  “At least walk with me over there.”

“Now that I can do,” you return with a smile.

The floors creak underneath your feet as you journey through the halls.  You can see in the corners of your eye, in the kitchen, a certain dwarf bloodied and kneeling over the sink.  You recognise the body of a spindly tuxedo cat with her arm hanging as she lays on the rafters.  She’s the source of the dripping red onto your clothes.

“I couldn’t protect them, trying to be everywhere at once,” Chilchuck murmurs as you come across an elf strangled with her own hair.

Your eyes lay on the woman feeding on the remains of a tallman and squeeze Chilchuck’s hand.

“It’s okay.  Just talk to her.”

He looks up at you, and you nod.  Chilchuck smiles slightly, and you can see a bit of that spark in his eyes again.  “It… really is a dream that you’re here, y’know?”

You return the smile, and move away.  You’re just out of the room when you hear Chilchuck take a breath and say, “so how about that date night, my love?”

As you walk away, you notice that from the room you left, light seems to be seeping through.  Before you know it, it envelops you.

Suddenly, you’re awake in the dungeon again.  When Laios awoke after saving Marcille, it was very sudden and unpleasant.  Yet this… this was calm, and you feel all fuzzy…

…Oh, but if you could only remember what had happened.  The images are blurry in your mind.  You do remember one thing, at least—

“You’re awake!”  Marcille’s voice is the first to grab your attention, helping you sit up.  “That’s a good sign!”

Laios is there behind you.  “And here’s Chil.  How ya doin’, buddy?”

“Shut it,” Chilchuck’s groggy morning voice is the most relieving thing to hear right now.  Seems you were successful in your mission, even if you can’t remember most of it.

Laios whines a little.  “Don’t be like that!  You had nightmares!  And your hero is right here!”

As Chilchuck sits up and turns to look at you in surprise, you wave back sheepishly.  Laios takes the opportunity to take Chilchuck’s pillow and get rid of the clam-like monsters.

“Oh,” Chilchuck responds with a few blinks.  “I was wondering why my dream was nicer than usual.”

“Oooh, what didja dream about?” Marcille asks nosily.  As she leans her face in, Chilchuck furrows his brow and pushes her away, claiming it’s none of her business.

The answer would be given soon when Senshi takes the opportunity to boil the nightmares.  A cottage scene, and there Chilchuck was, laughing and smiling as he has a candlelit dinner with…

You?

“Enough, enough, enough!” Chilchuck was quick to try and push the pot lid down over the clams in embarrassment.

What?  That’s not how you remember things going.  You squint.  “But I thought you had a…”  You look over at Chilchuck trying to fight back against the questions and accusations being thrown at him from all sides.  

You can’t help but smile a little, flushing a bit pink.  You can keep a secret.

[beyuji]

lime entertainment audition / auditionee #17 - song yuji song of choice: nana (cherish) - i got love (1:58 - 2:44), (2:55-3:03) - 54s total

yuji thinks about that business card for days. tugs it out from under her pillow and stares down at the writing and thinks for a long time. she lets the days pass by her and considers her options at every waking moment. lets herself imagine every scenario and situation. not taking the audition, trying out the audition and failing. trying out the audition and getting signed. it’s surreal. she can’t wrap her mind around it. 

lime entertainment. why lime? why her? there’s a little part of her that’s sour, that’s bitter it’s not studio delta beckoning her with an audition. the lack of creative inclusion for their artists is what makes yuji hesitate the most; would it even be worth it if she does succeed? 

it’s a lot of thought. it’s a lot of thinking. of catastrophsizing and rationalizing. 

should she try? is she even ready to? yuji hadn’t even considered the idea of trying out for a company-- not when she’s trying to figure out everything. not when she’s trying to get herself settled and stable. but opportunities come once in a life time-- is this that time? is this that opportunity? 

it doesn’t hurt to try. that’s what yuji tells herself in the days following, and begins to think what she wants to do. a minute isn’t a whole lot of time when you think about it, even if in the moment, it feels like forever. you have to time it right-- make sure you get everything you need to show in that amount of time. 

she goes through her options. she doesn’t really have the guts to perform something self written-- so she decides on playing it safe. if it doesn’t work, then oh well; she’ll work hard and maybe...try again later down the line. even if the thought makes her pride weaken a little.

she plays it even safer by choosing a nana song. maybe it’s a cop out, sure. but yuji doesn’t want to crash in burn-- if she sticks to the norm, it keeps it on even ground at least. but yuji knows she’s got something; she just wants to leave an impression, even if it doesn’t make the cut.

but she kinda wants to make the cut. 

she cuts and splices the song into something that fits the time duration-- but makes sure to include the instrumental of parts she wants to showcase. she skips a few shifts at the lounge to work on it-- determined to make it fit the image she wants to show. in sixty seconds. so pressuring.

after fixing the instrumental and tucking it onto a triple (quadruple, if we’re being honest) checked and working usb-- comes practicing it vocally. tries it out once completely all the way through, doesn’t feel too good about it and spends the rest of the night humming and singing it under her breath. the following day, she does it again-- this time recording it, only to play it back again. monitors until she likes the way it sounds recorded; keeps up with practicing it until she’s more confident with it in all the days following up until the audition.

when the day comes, she’s a little terrified, if she’s being honest. but she keeps moving-- a little exhausted from a restless, nervous sleep. muscle memory keeps her going as she gets herself ready, finding the most comfortable clothing she can that’s still cute in her eyes. she makes sure to stop by for a quick snack run, as per minseok’s recommendation, and shells out a little cash for a taxi to get her to the lime entertainment administrative building. her nerves have calmed down a bit, but she’s a little restless, fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt mindlessly. 

once arrived, yuji wanders around the front of the building, albeit nervous; she’s hear just a little shy of 7am, not wanting to be anywhere close to being late. it gives her time to practice, fine tune portions of the song that are beginning to grind on her ears. nitpicking until she’s worked up enough and she has to calm herself down-- counting to ten mentally-- straightening up once 7am comes. she shuffles in with the other couple of people that have gotten here earlier than necessary, bowing her head in greeting as she shuffles inside. 

check in goes smoothly; the only hiccup is the hesitation in putting her address down, but she ends up scribbling down her parents address. it’s the same as the one on her id, so she’ll just hope and pray they don’t hear about anything until she gets a chance to break something to them. if anything comes out of it. 

she makes the check in as detailed as she can without coming off as overbearing. puts down composing and lyric writing as other skills. triple checks over everything before checking in and receiving her number; 17. that’s not terrible. enough time to have her gather her bearings and rehearse to herself-- but also quick enough she can work with her confidence and just go with it and hope for the best. 

as the first ten shuffles in, yuji’s ushered into the next line to wait. it’ll be some time, so she makes herself comfortable, and digs into her light breakfast. nothing too strong on her stomach that’s still swirling with butterflies, but enough so she doesn’t feel sick. hums i got love under her breath as she finishes off her breakfast and gathers up the trash. once it’s been disposed of, yuji tugs her headphones out of her pocket and plugs one into her ear--  playing the instrumental track of her song choice and opening the lyrics just to be safe. 

she doesn’t feel bad about it-- others around her doing similar things. practicing their vocals, testing pronounciation and flow, doing lazy dance moves; others gushing or panicking and yuji gets it. the competitive streak in her begins to lick at her insides, and she focuses-- tries to drown out everyone else in the time as practices in the little time that she has left to wait. 

the first group doesn’t come out of the door the next time it opens, but yuji’s already standing, though on edge. she’s shoving her headphones into pockets double checking for her usb and shoving it back into her pocket as they’re ushered into the next room.

the profile shots are easy enough. it feels like school-- getting photographed for her school id, for events; the smile is easy, practiced and cool, stare even and straight. follows the cameraman’s instruction until she’s finished and ushered to wait until the last few are finished. 

she hands over the usb to the staff as they move into the next room. there’s a table with a group of people seated behind it, with notepads and ipads and yuji’s gut flips with nerves. pursing her lips, she keeps her posture straight as they’re given the rundown. she nods along, in taking the information as she surveys the room carefully. there’s a camera placed in one area, speakers and other staff litered around the room. 

there are six auditionees before her. it’s both a blessing and a curse, because yuji gets to see what the competition is; but it leaves her restless and worrisome. she brushes aside thoughts of a last minute song change-- acapella be damned, but by the time the person before her has begun to finish their portion, yuji’s settled down a bit. like a calm before the storm.

she steps forward when a curt ‘next, please’ is called to the floor. yuji steps up with a practiced smile in place, a short bow as she fixes her hair quickly. “hello, i’m auditionee seventeen,” she greets carefully, eyes flickering carefully over the evaluators. there’s one that’s staring a bit too intensely, perhaps calculating and wondering. looking for a break in composure. “shin yuji. please take care of me.” she bows her head quickly-- and then closes her eyes, waiting for the backing track on the usb to play. 

there’s a moment of time where it’s still silent, all that’s left is the squeaks of shoes shifting restlessly on the floor. yuji’s worried that something happen to the audio and she really will have to do it acapella. but then the music kicks in, and the timer starts. she feels through the instrumental, doing a count in her head once it’s time.

so that it all breaks down, and melts away. it makes me crazy outrageously come and turn me on you don’t stop that fire cause i got love, i got love, i got looooove so tell me now, why you baby, why you baby im into you who is like a universe need you closer, need you closer when i fall in i flutter in the restless sighs too as if i’m drunk, i’m lost in a dream, in you can you believe me

the harmonies kick in here and as she hears it play for the instrumental, she’s glad she recorded them and put them in; it adds a bit of flare. yuji sings over it, trailing her eyes over the evaluators as she does. her stomach is tight, and she can see one of them shift, as if restless.

“it seems to be possessed,” she sings over the come on, trust it. “i’m wandering in you. i’m lonely, lonely, can you believe this?” her voice wavers at the end, ending her voice off cleanly just as the intense evaluator calls for time. it’s six seconds away from the alloted time, so for a moment, yuji is stunned before she bows and offers her thanks and steps back to let the last couple go.

she did her best, she thinks. she went in, tried-- felt confident enough at the start. yuji tries not to dwell at anything, nitpicking parts where her pronounciation seemed off-- or if she added too much of a fry to her voice at times. there’s a small bit of an interview after, a few people getting a chance to answer a question when gestured to. when it comes to yuji’s turn, she straightens up and wracks her mind for a moment. “i uh. i compose! and lyric write. i edited the instrumental for my performance too.” it’s pretty beginner’s work, but she tried not wince through a little bit of a stumble through her response. “i know a number of instruments too, and i’m always open to learn. i work well with guitars- both acoustic and bass! as well as piano and keyboard, and midi-program.” she prattles, trailing off towards the end as her confidence falters a bit. 

she’s wringing her wrists absentmindedly when they’re dismissed, offering another round of thank yous; yuji gathers her usb from the staff as they’re escorted out-- her mind everywhere as she recalls the last few hours of her day. 

it doesn’t feel real, and even when yuji comes back and collapses in her bed and stares off into space-- staring at her phone blankly as if she’ll get a random notification about her results. 

it doesn’t feel real. she thinks once more, before letting herself take a much needed nap after her early day.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

༉‧₊˚. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size bimbo!reader

― era: early season 9

― summary: you needed more clothes, and daryl was more than willing to spoil you.

― warnings: literally nothing! it's just fluff and the reader being very dense :`]

― wc: 1773

⋆ a/n: i loved writing this more than i love air, so i hope you guys enjoy this because i know i do.

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In any other lifetime, Daryl would’ve ignored girls like you; the ones that weren't as bright, that always had a question, that never knew what was going on, practically having a head filled with air. How you were still alive when Daryl had first met you was beyond him, because you were definitely the type that wouldn't be able to survive the apocalypse. He should've left you to die, but he quickly learned that your presence had easily brought joy to the group.

At first, he stayed away from you, but it was as if you flocked to him, following him around like a lost puppy. Anyone else would have been annoyed with the way you stuck to him— even though he'll never admit it— he liked that you always needed his help, that he was the first person you sought out. He quickly became your protector; you almost ran into a door? He's placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you the right way. You can't figure out why your gun is out bullets? Your gun that had miraculously disappeared is now back and the chamber’s loaded. Out of your favorite pink lip gloss? There's a new tube waiting for you on your desk. He always hovered, he always knew what you needed, and he made damn sure he could provide for you.

It wasn't hard to figure out that he was in love with you, and many people found it amusing— especially the leaders of the kingdom, and Alexandria. You were total opposites, and maybe that's just what Daryl needed.

Now here you were, practically fuming because of your lack of clothing. With Rick honoring Carl, and Daryl being his right-hand man, you weren't able to go out shopping. It's not that Daryl didn't trust the others to take you out, you were the one that actually preferred him there— mostly because you felt a lot safer with him— but also because you needed his opinion on what clothes you should get. Even if you liked it, you wanted him to like it too, because he was your boyfriend, and he would have to see you wear them everyday.

You must admit that Daryl had ended up dictating most of your wardrobe; from your perfume to certain shirts, and pants, and sometimes down to your bra and underwear. It wasn't like he had insisted on it like some control freak, but he knew it was something that would make you happy, so he obliged.

You huffed sadly, looking at your black-to-pink clothing ratio— which was unmistakably Daryl's. You had no idea when he would come home, and you were starting to get fidgety. Back before the world fell, you loved to shop, it was your favorite past time, practically robbing the poor stores blind with your friends. You stood there in your hot pink tank top, your underwear having the word ‘Baby’ bedazzled across your ass— Daryl had begrudgingly allowed you to take it home when he heard the excited squeal you let out when you saw the pair, which was one out of the many in the pack.

Your bedroom door opened, causing excitement to course through your veins as you turned around to look at your favorite archer, the man setting his trusty crossbow against the wall. You could see the crown sticker you had put on the handle of it, Daryl always threatening to rip the “stupid” thing off— even though you both knew that he ended up gluing it on there.

“Baby!” You squealed, practically throwing yourself on him. He pulled you flush against his body as you showered his face in never ending kisses, smearing your lip gloss all over his forehead, cheeks, and lips. “You're home! Oh, I've missed you so much!” He chuckled fondly at your enthusiasm, hands falling to the exposed skin of your waist, which was a product of your squirming.

“I missed ya too, sunshine.” You pulled your face away from his so that your arms were looped around his neck, peering up at him through those pretty eyelashes of yours. “So, I was thinking that my closet was looking like it needed more clothes.” He raised an eyebrow, his lips tugged up in the corners in amusement. “Is that so?” You nodded with a big smile on your face. “Yep! And I need you to come with me.” He looked conflicted as his left hand reached up to caress the side of your face.

“I dunno.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you could muster, pouting your now barely glossed lips. “C'mon, D. It's been so long since I've been on a real shopping trip, and wouldn't it be a good time to go on a date?” He let out a defeated groan. He couldn't say no to you, he hated that he couldn't, and he also hated how you knew and took advantage of it.

“Alrigh’, we'll go tomorrow.” You let out a happy noise as you showered him in affection once more. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You all but cried. “You're the best, bear.” You were the only one that was allowed to call him ‘’Bear.” You had claimed that it sounded familiar to Dar, which was another nickname you had gracefully given him. “Don’ go shoutin’ that.” You giggled, placing a peck on his nose. “No promises, Bear.” You teased.

As the next day came, you were up early, your body thrumming in enthusiasm as you thought of finally getting out of the walls for a while. You wiggled out of Daryl's unconscious embrace, the older man rolling over onto his back where you took full advantage of straddling his waist. You dragged your hands down his bulky chest, running your fingers through the patch of hair on his chest, down over his peck to trace around the tattoo that laid inked there. You bent down, your still shirt covered chest pressing against his, placing kisses from his lips to his neck, nibbling softly on the skin.

“Bear…” You whined softly, “You've gotta get up. You promised.” He groaned, large calloused palms resting on your full thighs. “Well good mornin’ to ya too.” You joined your lips together softly, Daryl closing his eyes so he could be surrounded with everything that was you. As you broke off the kiss, your peered into his eyes, Daryl looking into yours with admiration of his own.

“Alrigh’,” He sighed, “’M gettin’ up.” You cheered, landing one last kiss on his pursed mouth, bouncing off of him to find something to wear.

The ride to the store was nice, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. As he assisted you getting off of the bike, you couldn't help but ask, “Bear, does my makeup look okay?” Even when it was the apocalypse, you still liked to do your makeup. His thumb came up to gently wipe off some pink eyeshadow that had fallen onto your cheek. “Ya look beautiful.” You smiled at him, your body flushing. “Ya ready?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take. “Mhm.”

He had made sure every square inch of the store was cleared before allowing you to even step foot inside, insisting that you wait outside of it. When his sweep was done, he had reappeared to come and get you, tugging you inside and into the clothing section.

“Dar, look at all of these dresses!” You announced in awe. You gently touched the material, twisting the fabric between your fingers before letting go.

The next hour consisted if you throwing things in Daryl's awaiting arms, the man hauling around the items until you had reached the dressing rooms. You took all of the clothes out of his arms, Daryl collapsing in a chair with a disgruntled, but yet relieved grunt.

“’M too old fer this shit.” He all but complained.

As he watched you disappear behind the old curtain, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of normality. He knew for a fact that if the world still functioned the way it did, he would have never carried around clothes, or allowed someone to call him bear, or even touch his prized crossbow. He couldn't help but think that maybe— just maybe —you would be doing this with him if the dead had stayed dead. If Merle could see him now he'd call him pussy whipped for a skirt. He could almost hear him say it, a chuckle exiting his body at the thought of his older brother’s crude teasing.

The air got lodged in his throat as he watched you model a pair of low-rise denim shorts. He could see the tattoo above your ass on your lower back clear as day, three stars sat above either cheek.

“I figured these would be good for when it warms up.” You have him one last twirl before awaiting his approval. “Yea, it looks good. 'Real airy.” You giggled in satisfaction. “I know right?!” You disappeared back into the small room before popping back out in a light pink no strap tube top, even lighter pink feathers lining the top band above your breasts.

“What do you think?” You asked, a glimmer in your eye in your eyes that clearly states that you loved the thing. “Can that thing even be considered a shirt?” He snorted, but it was all just teasing to ruffle your feathers— no pun intended. “Ya look like a flamingo.” You whined at his faux insults, throwing him a weak glare. “Dar, don't be mean! I like it.” He blew out an overdramatic raspberry before focusing back on you.

“I like it. 'Would look good with that skirt I saw ya throw at me.” Your head perked up as if you were the one that had the idea yourself. “You're so right!” You rushed to squeeze to the skirt on, not even bothering to shut the curtain as you bent over.

Today, your panties read, ‘Sweetheart.’

It went on like that for what seemed like hours before you had finally left the store, the clothes that you wanted being shoved into old bags that Daryl had found— which he inevitably ended up carrying as well.

“Thank you so much for today, Bear.” You said tiredly. You fell face first onto his firm chest, breathing in his earthy scent. “Ain’ no problem, darlin’.” He wrapped his arms around you, his hands still clasped with the baggage.

You leaned up, pressing a sweet, glossed kiss to his cheek, smearing the product on his scruff, a feeling that Daryl will always welcome.

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[shanscript]

who: daishou x mika x v!reader

what: adult characters, female reader, movie night turns threeway, tiddie sucking, praise, fingering, vaginal oral, the glory of the suction vibe

wc: 1773

cross posted to the ao3

i get way too horny listening to this song 💦

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buhhhh this is what happens when a hot couple invites me to movie night. extreme self indulgence ahead, read at your own risk 💕

You shifted in your seat, incredibly aware of your thigh’s close proximity to Mika’s. The air around you felt thick with self-imagined tension. Some indie horror flick flashed across the flat screen before you, but you’d lost track of the plot once Mika invited you under the blanket she was sharing with Daishou. Naturally, Mika sat in the middle. You were her friend after all, and you felt awkward even accepting a spot on the couch next to them in the first place. Prior to tonight, your interactions with Daishou were pretty minimal. But you’ve spent loads of time with just Mika. So then why were you making this so weird?

You nonchalantly checked your phone, rereading a text from last night.

Mika: better watch out. else ur gonna be our third 😜

Right.

You chewed your lower lip and reminded yourself to breathe normally. You allowed yourself to relax back into the couch cushions a little. Your movement started a chain reaction in the couple beside you, both of them shuffling around to get a little more comfortable. Daishou swung one arm over Mika’s shoulders, reaching far enough to gingerly curl his fingers around your neck. Your muscles reacted with even more tension, which only got worse as Mika wrapped both arms around your midsection.

Thank god the lights were off, because the skin of your neck and cheeks was instantly set ablaze.

“Much better,” Mika sighed, nuzzling your shoulder.

Daishou gave your neck a gentle scratch. Goosebumps prickled your scalp.

“Y-yeah,” you forced out. Trying to draw a breath only reminded you how good Mika smelled.

Surely they knew what they were doing to you, right? You tried to sneak a glance at Daishou, figuring the darkness in the room had you covered. The instant waggle of his eyebrow as he caught you looking answered that question plainly. Definitely.

His eyes narrowed as he added a little pressure to the nails dragging across your skin. Your helpless expression seemed to satisfy him, a soft smirk pulled at his lips.

“Comfy?” Mika’s voice sounded different from this close. Or maybe that was intentional.

It was only then you noticed how tightly your thighs were clenched together. If you tipped your head down to look her in the eyes, you’d practically be kissing. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the exact fantasy you’ve dreamt of before.

“Yeah,” you repeated, barely audible over the television. Mika’s fingers traced a slow slalom down your side, making their way across your stomach before creeping further downward. Your back lifted from the cushions a couple inches as she idly toyed with your waistband.

“How ‘bout now?” she cooed against your shoulder. Your body heat was nigh unbearable under the blanket. Your hands fidgeted on top of it as you processed the question.

“Mm.. yeah,” you managed, nodding your head slightly. Daishou’s hand grew more familiar with the lines of your neck, taking a pass along your jaw, then up to your earlobe. The couch creaked as he pivoted towards you. Mika sat low enough for him to lean in for a brief kiss. His lips on yours was shocking. Your eyes blew wide, a delayed reaction to your friend’s boyfriend tonguing your mouth.

Daishou withdrew mere centimeters, letting you process the moment. His sly smile was outlined by the flickering screen before you. Your lips remained parted. How he wished you could see the look on your face.

“You good?” he asked, words laced with mirth.

You couldn’t stop staring at his lips. A silent plea for more. “Mm.. hm..” you hummed shortly.

“Mm-AH!” your soft response twisted into a high whine as Mika’s fingers snuck into your panties. The sight of Daishou’s pretty, grinning mouth got lost in your eyelashes. Your body sunk back into the couch, melting under Mika’s touch. Her elegant fingers glided between your plump, needy folds.

“Fuck she’s wet,” Mika praised before biting into your shoulder with a moan.

Your head tipped over the summit of cushions, brows furrowing. You breathed brokenly, in time with the circles Mika traced around your clit. You barely registered Daishou climbing off the couch. He left for some amount of time you couldn’t measure, all of your brain dissolved into the sweet nothing of Mika’s lips on your neck. And her fingers buried in your dripping cunt. Your thighs lifted around her wrist, legs held aloft by only your toes on the floor.

Your eyes cracked open enough to watch Daishou return. His silhouette eclipsed the forgotten film behind him. The curl of Mika’s fingers forced your eyes shut once more. Desperate moans chased your every breath. Mika savored every vibration of your throat with her tongue.

Daishou stooped down into a kneel in front of the couch, watching intently as his girlfriend ruined you slowly. The scene was more than enough to swell his clothed cock to an aching fullness. But tonight wasn’t about him.

Not yet at least.

Exhaling with a low groan, Daishou pushed both hands over your knees and up your thighs. Another pair of hands on your body made your head spin. His grip was firm and deliberate. His fingers slid between your ass and the cushions. Without any warning he yanked your hips to the very edge. As you slid down the couch, your face was welcomed by Mika’s chest. Her fingers left your quivering hole before she pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Your juices were smeared across your chin as she cradled you into her soft tits. Without needing to be told, your lips parted, sucking her nipple into your mouth.

“Hmmmm.. atta girl,” Mika praised, “So good for me.”

Daishou handed something to Mika before tugging your leggings and panties off completely. Your knees knocked together, like some part of you was still feeling embarrassed. You whined into Mika’s tits as Daishou pushed your shirt up to your collarbones.

“Goddamn,” Daishou brought his lips to your inner thigh as his hands cupped your tits, “You have nothing to be shy about.” He drew a loud breath through his nose while bouncing the full weight of your breasts in his palms. Your hips squirmed as his teeth sunk into sensitive skin.

Daishou’s hands drifted down your body, making way for Mika’s attention on your tits. You never stopped slobbering on her nipple as she dragged something hard and smooth over your chest. The press of a button brought the toy to life. It hummed loudly below your chin. It pulled softly on your skin wherever it made contact. The full sensation of it didn’t hit you until Mika brought it to your perky nipple. The round opening of the vibrator made a perfect seal of suction around your sensitive nub.

Another click and the sensation heightened, pulling soft moans from your lungs. Mika pushed and pulled the toy into your nipple, forcing your nerves to teeter between feeling too much and not enough. Your jaw dropped open, your mouth hanging loosely around her areola.

“Mmm…” Daishou licked his lips, hoisting your thighs onto his shoulders, “Let’s see how much a mess we can make of you.”

His words were the last thing you remembered before your head fell back into the cushions again. Before his nose pressed roughly against your clit, harsh breaths puffed against your folds. Before his tongue entered you, hungry and rough like he had something to prove.

Mika stayed right with you as you lost yourself to the feeling. Both of her delicate hands worshipped your breasts, one using the vibrator and the other her deft fingers. She let you babble mindlessly, kissing instead along your jaw and neck. The steady thrum of the toy was drowned out completely, both by your reckless moans and the earnest grunts coming from between your thighs.

Daishou’s head game was chaotic. Like he needed to try everything all at once, just to see how loud could get. His nose shoved against your puffy clit as his tongue sunk deeper inside. He licked into your tight walls rapidly, savoring everything he could lap up. He didn’t give you much time to react before he was flicking your clit with just the tip of his tongue. In another moment he was roughly licking up and down the full length of your labia, smearing your juices as he went and breathing hard. His throbbing cock leaked for you, begged to fill you up like his tongue couldn’t.

“Lay her down,” Daishou commanded roughly.

Mika toyed with your tits a little longer, giggling against your neck. “Gladly.”

She guided you to lay lengthwise along the couch, rewarding you with a breathy kiss. Your body was warm, tingling, and eager for whatever was next. You hadn’t caught a full breath in what felt like hours. Mika climbed off of you briefly, only to get naked before mounting you again. Daishou kneeled below the both of you, squeezing his clothed bulge before shoving his shorts down below his balls.

Damn, his girlfriend looked so good on top of you.

“Here,” Mika offered, waving the still-buzzing vibrator just in front of your face, “Lemme really make you fall in love with this.”

She guided it down between your bodies and paused, holding it as close to your clit as she could without touching. You were allowed a quick whine of desperation before the toy sealed around your throbbing nub. The sensation was infinitely stronger than what you expected, and sent your hips twitching uncontrollably. It felt like way too much. Your eyes rolled back in your skull. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing.

The vibrations in your core resonated between your clenched teeth.

“God I wanna fuck her,” Daishou muttered as he sidled up to Mika’s bare ass. “But,” he spanked her with a sly smile on his face, “you first babe.”

Mika’s chest slumped against you as Daishou buried his full length inside her tiny hole. Now it was her turn to cry and squirm. She tried her best to hold the vibrator to your clit as Daishou railed her at a reckless pace. The toy bounced on your swollen nub to the rhythm of Daishou’s thrusts. The suction lulled you into a fuzzy numbness, leaving you weak and motionless. But the sharp electricity of your orgasm brought you back to reality. With a squeaky gasp, you held on tight to Mika as you came undone. Your eyes crossed and toes curled.

Daishou slipped out of Mika’s sloppy pussy before shoving his cock into yours.

“Do that again,” he insisted, over the sound of your surprised squeal, “just for me.”

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[mistyyyy]

Top!M reader x bottom Sebastian

CW: Choking, rough sex, master kink, angry sex, makeshift leash, mouth fucking, slight spitting

WC:1773

Pet names: Slut, master.

“M-master, please!”

Today was a long, stressful day, and young master Ciel only added to your stress as he ran you back and forth in his large mansion while Sebastian stood there watching it all happen.

You understood that the young brat-i mean master would be pushing you to the limits because you were new, but that didn't make it any less frustrating when you were running up and down flights of stairs.

You knew Sebastian didn't have a say in what his boss had to say, but the way he smirked down at you as he was sharing tea with the master-it only made your mood worst than what it was.

You and Sebastian were close as he came by in town a few times, and always treated you to tea when he ran into you. That was until an accident happened and well, he didn't let you die to say the least.

Now here you were, working alongside your love interest in your new life, taking orders from a 17 boy with anger issues.

The young master was out with his wife Lady Elizabeth. He had waved his hand at Sebastian, a signal he didn't need his assistance during their date in the park.

That meant Sebastian was going to be home alone with you. The servants dealing with the problems they usually caused around the home.

Sebastian could read your body easily as you clean around the maid quarters. Your face didn't say much but the way your bright red eyes glared at the dust as you swept. You were pissed, to say the least.

"Maybe try controlling your-" Sebastian couldn't even push out the last word before the broom you were using was swiftly snapped in half and pointed directly towards his heart. "I don't want to hear shit from you of all people." Ah... were you channeling that anger towards me?

Sebastian's smooth lips rose in the slightest smirk, if you blinked you would've missed it. "Aww, still upset about earlier?" His gloved hand wrapped around the sharp piece of the wooden pole and brought it down.

You scoffed at his words. Upset was an understatement. "Is the brat that persistent to piss off his servants?? Poisoning him wouldn't even sum up what I'd do to him." Your grip was tight on the pole, so tight it snapped a second time.

"Dammit." You cursed underneath your breath as you picked up the broken broom, and threw broken parts in the trash can that rested underneath the nightstand.

Sebastian released a sigh at your clumsy antics and slipped off his gloves before placing them neatly on the vanity. "It seems like your anger is overriding your work. Do you need a distraction to come back into your senses?" His smile made his eyes disappear into crescent shapes.

His voice sounded close, making you turn around only to step back and fall onto the bed. That glint in his eyes told you all you needed. He needed this as well, huh?

You could tell he needed it as his hands trembled in front of his body. All that pent-up anger and frustration he had from Ciel made him feel bottled up and stressed. He needed it.

You tilted your head to get a good look at him, red eyes matching his, making you smirk widly. "Don't blame me if you get hurt, Sebastian. I'm still learning my strength." He scoffed from your cocky tone. "Don't be so bold, I can handle a newborn like yourself." You ungloved your hands, black nails grabbing onto his and pulling him down to the maid's bed.

"Don't underestimate me Seb," your smile was wide as you were quick to remove your blazer, throwing it onto the floor with his. "I could've rocked your world when I was human, imagine me now." He couldn't even respond to your tone as his legs were already bare, leaving him in his briefs.

You were fast, that made him worry.

"Is that so?" Sebastian tilted his head, watching you take off your tie and skillfully unbutton your shirt, revealing an impressive body underneath.

Your brown skin looked delectable as the natural sunlight hit your abs. Instead of just watching him watch you, you leaned down and took his soft lips in yours. He tasted like green tea and sugar.

Your lips moved in sync, tongue soon making its way into it. Sebastian wasn't even paying attention to your hands as they stripped him from his tie and white shirt, quickly making their way down to his briefs once he was done. "Off- get them off." You mumbled against the lust-filled kiss.

Sebastian didn't waste time in being gentle with his underwear as he simply ripped them off, letting them fall off the bed. "Oh fuck~" you groaned against his lips as you felt him rub his big hand against your bulging pants.

You pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva falling between the two of you.

Pants now off, you stood up to your feet and stood in front of the Butler. He got the hint immediately and held your thick cock in his hand, holding it close to his lips before spitting on the tip.

Your hand was quick to slide into his black hair, gripping it tightly as his Fusha eyes looked up at yours, his tongue swirling around your tip before wrapping his soft lips around you. Your jaw slacked from the warm feeling, your other hand soon joining on his head as you wanted to feel more.

"Mm~ Sebastien~" his name slipped through your mouth as you took it upon yourself to ease your way down his throat. He gagged around you, his hands falling onto his lap near his throbbing cock.

He looked up at you with watering eyes, your hips never stopping as you fucked his mouth slow and deep, his tongue helping you out, but making him gurgle and gag in the process. It just felt so good when his throat tightened around you, fuck look at him.

You didn't want to cum like this, so you made sure that you were nice and wet before pulling out his mouth.

"What a good boy. Swallowing my cock so good like that, turn around for me Sebastian, I wanna feel you around my cock."

His face was a mess and his breath rigged from how deep you were. But he honestly couldn't care how much of a mess he looked, he just wanted to get fucked.

Sebastian places the pillow underneath his hips, his dick grinding against the pillow, the sensitivity sending visible shivers down his spine.

It was a shocker once you wrapped your discarded belt around his neck, pulling his head back and restricting his breath. Fuck, I'm gonna cum like this. His face was a bright red, but only spreading more as you pulled his hips up and circled his hole with your tip.

"You wouldn't mind if I just go in yeah? We're both feeling a bit impatient anyways." His eyes widened as he heard your voice near his ear, the feeling of the warmth hitting his ear making him clinch around nothing.

"Just Fuck me."

Your gripped tightened around his hip once you got the okay.

You pushed yourself in slowly, the warmth of his walls squeezing around you slowly made your body heat up. "M-mng!~" Sebastian could take the pain, but fuck it's been so long since he's had this treatment.

He stuffs his face in his arm, tears, and whimpers leaving his face as he got penetrated. "Tuh. Come on Sebby~ didn't I say not to underestimate me?" You asked before pulling the belt back, letting the demon release a choked noise. "We just started overall."

He could feel the smile you had on your face. Fuck, you're crazy. He always pulled in the crazy ones.

You rolled up the belt in your fists and reached up, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling him back, a broken moan leaving his mouth as you push your hips forward while pulling him back on your dick.

He sucked you in like a magnet, his face that was once scrunched in discomfort, now embarrassingly relaxed. Jaw slacked, eyes rolled back, and brows pushed together as your cock bottomed out.

"Good boy." You praised in a soft voice, your hips pulling back and slamming back up. "Ah!~" Sebastian gripped the sheets tightly, his now sharp nails shredding the fabric under him.

Your body reacted quickly to his noises, wanting to hear more. "Shit, let's hear more of those noises~" you pulled your hips back and repeated the action, your grip loosening on the belt, letting his front fall against the bed, his cheek pressed against the mattress as you started fucking into him.

He squeezed around you perfectly.

"A-ah! Ff-shiit! __!" Your name slipped out his mouth it made you chuckle. "Look at you down there." You sucked in cold air as you leaned down, the new position having his toes hurtling and his body feeling like flames as your chest pressed against his hot back.

"Heh~" you grinned near his ear, your sharp nails digging into his hips as you started ramming into him, the bed creaking and slamming against the stone wall seem to grab the attention of the maids and servants outside the manner.

"What was that?..."Finnian asks as he stopped picking up the tray of broken china from the grass. "I don't know, but we need to hurry up!" Bard said, quickly throwing the porcelain in the garbage bag.

"When that little brat isn't here I'm your master, understood slut?" It didn't take him much convincing as he nodded dumbly.

"Yes, master!"

Sebastian reached up to the headboard, strong hands gripping it until it cracked under his hold. "Don't pull away from me. Take this cock just like how you said you could. Take it." You growled in his ear.

You slipped your gloves back on your hands, head turned to the window as you saw master Ciel and Lady Elizabeth coming out of the carriage. "Thanks for the help." You turned your head towards the butler that fixed his tie in the mirror, ignoring his stinging ass and obvious belt mark around his throat.

"Of course. Let's go attend to master Ciel."

He gave you a nod before turning on his heel and slightly limping off to the main hall.

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[rivaille-simp]

That's Us

Inspired by Anson Seabra’s song, that's us.

Context Snippet: “I don’t want to...but I’m falling out of love.”

CW: angst, swearing

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader

WC: 1773

Masterlist

Love is a strong feeling that bonds people to commit to one another. It is the most powerful thing in the world that could change a person—better or worse. It brings out the best of one another and is best when the feeling is mutually present to each other. 

Never in your life have you thought that emotion so intense like this would come knocking at your door, presenting the last person you imagine you’d build your future with—Bakugo Katsuki. He wasn’t the significant one that you were searching for. He was the total opposite of the man of your dreams. He wasn’t the one you expected to fall in love with—but you found yourself wrapped in the arms of the man who was supposed to be out of your league. 

Despite the vast differences, You and Bakugo were able to figure it out. The relationship you had with him was any person would die to have. You were both deeply in love.  You were perfect for each other, like pieces of a puzzle that perfectly fit each other. Nothing...no one could break your hearts apart. He was your savior; you were his comfort. He was your everything; you were his world. 

But, where did everything go wrong?

The both of you were deeply in love. Nothing...no one could break your hearts apart. You grew fond of each other. So, why did your love never make it along?

The cold breeze of air touched your skin as the wind softly blew the curtain of your place. The city’s usually crowded, but not this time since the commotion earlier on Shibuya Station caused enormous damage that needs a three-day repair. The government announced the cancellation of daily activities in the meantime to fix the damage. 

That’s why the city seems to be lifeless; no night lights, no people sneaking out in the middle of the night to buy their favorite snack, no traffic noises...just nothing. 

You sighed, arms wrapped around your knees as you stare longingly at the lifeless city. Times like these make you feel empty, alone. It reminds you of the warmth that once enveloped your body as you struggle to sleep in the middle of the night. There are no nights that keep him away from your thoughts. And you hated that. You hated how you are still holding on to something that ended a long time ago. You hated how you still think of him when he’s already completely over you. You hated that the memories you had with him always play like your favorite movie in your mind. Everything is always about him. Always.

You sniffled, tears forming in your eyes as this time of the night remind you of the precious moment you will always treasure in your mind.  

“‘Suki…” you whispered, in which he grunted in response. 

“Why do you love me?” he groaned, vermillion eyes’ boring into yours. You stared at him, waiting for his answer, but he just rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to his chest. 

“Come on, answer me…” 

“Will you let me sleep if I answer your stupid question?” 

“It’s not a stupid question! But it depends,” he shook his head then sighed. It took him a minute before he responded with words that caught you off guard.

“I just feel it…” he softly said.

“Elaborate,” you demanded. 

“You always make me feel things that I thought were just a distraction but are very special. It’s like feathers are tingling my heart when I am with you. Like, there’s a pit in my stomach when I see tears in your eyes, well except when I’m fuckin—” 

“Katsuki!” 

“That’s true, though,” you shook your head in disbelief. This man will always bring up lewd comments every time he sees an opportunity. “As I was saying, I am in love with you because you complete me,” you looked at him in awe. He wasn’t the type to voice out his feelings; that was why nights like this with him felt wholesome. 

“Hmm, I never thought you’d be that good at words,” you pecked a loving kiss on his lips, then snuggled your head on top of his chest.

“Tch,” you felt yourself slumbering as his hand gently stroke your hair. But before you completely drift off to sleep, you heard him say, “I love you,” those words were enough to fill your heart. 

A tear fell on your cheeks as you remember the memory of the past. Who would have thought that those beautiful moments will turn into a bittersweet memory you will despise? No matter how hard you try to repress it, it keeps coming back—God, how you wish that it was him who’ll come back. Those were some of the days you want to rewind and just enjoy his warmth. There are no words that could express how much you missed those vermillion eyes that never stop adoring you; how much you missed those pair of arms that always find comfort when they wrapped around you. 

You wiped your tear, reminding yourself to stop yourself from making crying a habit every night. It won’t make anything better. It won’t take the pain away. It won’t make him come back.

Five years. Five fucking years of continuously falling for Katsuki. You almost thought you could’ve been something; you were building your future together, planning on reaching your milestones of being a hero together—but it didn’t happen. Maybe loving too much comes with a price? If ever anyone told you that giving all your love to someone would hurt this bad, then you wouldn’t have to risk it. 

Five. Fucking. Years.

“I don’t understand, ‘Suki…” you said while wiping your tears away. It was one of those nights where arguments with him became worst. He was livid, and you’ve never seen him this angry before. 

“You see [Name], this isn’t working anymore!” 

“What isn’t?” your broken voice sent a pang on his chest.

“This!” he said, his loud voice echoing through all four sides of your bedroom. You flinched, too caught up from his sudden outburst, and he noticed it - guilt creeping through his heart as he saw the pain lingered in your eyes. It hurts him just as much as you were hurting, but this was his only choice to save you from giving your all to him; he wanted you to reserve some for yourself, “Us…” he muttered just enough for you to hear. 

A sob escaped your lips, desperate words slipping out of your mouth, “W-we could try? Like we always do,” Bakugo wanted to pull you close to him, to wipe away those tears - but he couldn’t...he wouldn’t.   

He sighed, head dropped low. He didn’t want to see those pair of eyes staring back at him filled with pain. It was torture for him, so it was to you. “How many times do we have to try?” It’s draining us—you. 

You tried to speak, but no words came out. You couldn’t believe how he, the man who never gives up simply, spat those words back to you. It was as if he’s letting go of what you had been through together so quickly, like throwing away his favorite toy as soon as he found something better. 

Maybe there’s someone else better than me?

“I-is there someone else…” that was all it took for him to stare straight back at your eyes. 

“There’s no one,” the relief he saw in your eyes was like a stab in his heart. The last thing he would do was to find someone better than you when you were, in fact, the only best for him. 

“But why, ‘Suki?” You stepped closer to him, hands reaching his face. He didn’t stop you, but he should have. Every trace of your fingertips sent daggers to his heart as he memorizes the warmth of your touch.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sobbed under your touch. You couldn’t help but cry along with him as you feel his trembling body leaning into yours. 

“It’s okay, ‘Suki,” It’s not. You both knew that it was not. As you gently caressed his back, Bakugo took a deep breath before pulling himself from your touch. Oh, how he wished to stay like this forever, but he knew that it wasn’t going to last as you both planned. 

“[Name]...” his vermillion eyes searched yours; the sparkle no longer visible as both of you filled each other’s hearts with nothing but pain. You waited for him to speak; this is it, the reason for this goddamn mess—the reason why you were both failing to save your relationship. 

You were itching to know why it ended up this way; you wanted to hear his reason to understand where everything went wrong—but as soon as those words left his lips, you just wished you didn’t. 

“I don’t want to...but I’m falling out of love.”

It was the last thing you expected for him to say. Those words were enough to wreck the wall you’ve built together for years, the foundation of your love slowly crumbling into dust as the both of you break each other’s heart.  

With a choked sob, you buried your face in your hands. These goddamn memories always haunt you every night, and no matter how hard you try to repress them, it never gets buried in the back of your mind. It’s almost a year, but why are you still not over him?

“We’re wrong; we’re not all that we thought….”

You couldn’t help it, but you know it doesn’t make things right, staying in a relationship where one puts effort to give love only not to be acknowledged by the other one. Love doesn’t work that way; it is committing yourself to a person with whom you mutually share your feelings. 

“We won’t make it along….” 

Love, it changes you in a way that could make you complete, or it could wreck you. For you, it is the latter. You and Bakugo could’ve been something more, but it ended up being nothing. 

It didn’t work; it didn’t end well. Holding on to the hope of fixing the love you once had was the desperate thing you’ve done in your life. But he was right; cutting the strings that connect your hearts will be the only way to stop the pain. Setting your hearts free was the only choice you had. 

I guess that’s us...that’s love. 

[todaysdocument]

Deposition of Ellen Fields, in her application for a pension based on her husband’s service as a Buffalo Soldier, 9/18/1920.

“I think I remember a little of the war.  I remember about Prices raid. . . I do not know my age at the time. . .  I was a child big enough to take care of white children before freedom.”

Approved Pension File for Ellen Fields, Widow of Private George Fields (alias George Nesbin; alias George Nesby), Company D, 10th U.S. Cavalry Regiment; Company C, 67th U.S. Colored Troops Infantry Regiment; and Company H, 65th U.S. Colored Troops Infantry Regiment (WC-9898)

Series: Case Files of Indian Wars Pension Applications, 1892 - ca. 1926

Record Group 15: Records of the Department of Veterans Affairs, 1773 - 2007

Transcription:

3-289a.

(For typewriter.)

Case of Ellen Fields                                        No. 12541

     On this 18 day of September, 1920, at Sedalia county of Pettis, state of Missouri before me, Elmer E. Herman, a Special Examiner of the Bureau of Pensions personally appeared ELLEN FIELDS, who, being by me first duly sworn to answer truly all interrogatories propounded to her during this special examination of aforesaid claim for pension, deposes and says:

1  My P.O. address is Ham & Osage Sts., Sedalia, Pettis Co., Mo.,

2  Name:  Ellen Fields, age dont know, never knew, occu-

3  pation laundress.  I am the widow of George Fields.  I am an

4  applicant for pension as his widow.

5     My father was Glasgow Phillips.  My mother was Delphi Phillips.

6  They are both dead.  I was born in Virginia.  I was brought to

7  Pettis Co., Mo., when a baby.  Thomas Lewis owned us when the civil

8  war came on.  He lived in Cambric, Saline Co., Mo., on the Missouri

9  River.  This was not so far from Marshall, Mo.  I had brothers:

10 Ed, Caesar, John, and Williams, not William, all dead as far as I

11 know.  I had sisters:  Gracie, Nancy, Tildie, and Easter.  They are

12 all dead but Easter.  She is now Easter Smith, and lives in War-

13  rensburg, Mo.  Older than I am.

14     As a girl I was brought up in Saline Co., Mo., at Cambric.

15 After Freedom, we all came to Marshall, Mo.  From Marshall, we

16 came to Sedalia, Mo.  My mother came also.  Father died before I

17 was born in Virginia.  Mother did not marry again.

18     I think I remember a little of the war.  I remember about

19 Prices raid.  I was living in Sedalia at the time, which was after

20 Freedom.  I do not know my age at the time.  I had no husband in

21 slavery.  I was a child big enough to take care of white children

22 before freedom.  During the time I was a slave, I did not have a

23 child or children born to me.

24     I have lived in Sedalia, Mo., ever since I came here after Free-

25 dom, pretty much all the time.  When small I stayed also with my

26 sister in Warrensburg, Mo.

27     Q-To whom were you first married?  Ans- Bart Porter.  I first

Page [handwritten] 11 [/handwritten] Deposition [handwritten] A [/handwritten]

[sceawere]

Fic Masterlist

This is the slimmed down version to make it more re-bloggable and not take up your entire dash. The full version (with blurbs) can be found here. It has not been updated in forever, so stick here if you actually want to know everything.

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons:

ar maidin | alfie solomons/reader |  [wc:1466]

truce | alfie solomons/shelby!reader | set after ‘ar maidin’ | [wc:1825]

an oíche | alfie solomons/shelby!reader | set after ‘ar maidin’ and ‘truce’ | [wc:1332]

mo mhadra | alfie solomons/reader | (mild mention of animal abuse just a heads up) [wc:1065]

an post | alfie solomons/reader |  [wc:5667]

uncail | alfie solomons/reader | set after ‘an post’ [wc:1359]

an leanbh | alfie solomons/reader |  [wc:465]

feicim tú | alfie solomons | [wc:3875]

live in | alfie solomons/reader |  [wc: 1527]

fáilte abhaile | dad!alfie |  [wc: 799]

an deireadh seachtaine | alfie solomons |  [wc: 1123]

battle plans | alfie solomons | [wc: 1313]

snippet: dad!alfie |  [wc:152]

bosses | alfie solomons | [wc: 433]

the other one | alfie solomons | [wc: 2202]

the peace process | alfie solomons/twin!reader | set after ‘the other one’, | [wc: 1927]

diamonds | alfie solomons/shelby!reader | [wc: 1342]

tell me all about it | alfie + polly are best friends| | [wc: 311]

reassurance | alfie/reader | [wc:567]

domestic!alfie snippets | range of verses that reference ‘mo mhadra’ and ‘fáilte abhaile’ | [wc: 1000]

birthday | alfie/reader | ties the ‘fáilte abhaile’ verse to ‘the other one’ and ‘the peace process’ [wc: 1119]

razor blades | alfie/reader | [wc: 502]

the keepsake | alfie/reader | [wc: 1828]

the proposal | alfie/reader | [wc: 1716]

soulmates snippet | alfie/shelby!reader | [wc: 227]

the races | alfie/reader | [wc: 535]

kids and pups | alfie/reader | [wc: 926]

dad!alfie snippets | [wc: 692]

protector | alfie/reader | [wc: 905]

warm milk | alfie + daisy | [wc: 1083]

crush | alfie/reader | [wc: 3455]

rsvps | alfie/reader | [wc: 1493]

halves | alfie/reader | [wc: 1567]

you saw nothing | alfie/reader | [wc: 686]

caches | alfie/reader | [wc: 591]

happy birthday | alfie/reader | [wc: 1697]

target | alfie/shelby!reader | [wc: 2604]

aftermath | alfie + the kids | [wc: 1807]

charges | alfie + the kids (solomons + shelby)| [wc: 2051]

appearances | alfie/reader | [wc: 2110]

ground rules | alfie/shelby!reader | [wc: 2932]

empty nest | alfie/reader | [wc: 1425] 

as long as it takes | alfie/shelby!reader | [wc: ]

recovery | alfie/reader | [wc: ]

margate | alfie/reader | [wc: ]

visits | alfie/reader | [wc: ]

Another Time Series | Alfie Solomons | Time Travel:

another time pt. 1 | alfie/reader | [wc: 1276]

another time pt. 2 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2823]

another time pt. 3 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2252]

another time pt. 4 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2033]

another time pt. 5 | alfie/reader | [wc: 1619]

another time pt. 6 | alfie/reader | [wc: 3853]

another time pt. 7 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2337]

another time pt. 8 | alfie/reader | [wc: 3709]

another time pt. 9 | alfie/reader | [wc: 3351]

another time pt. 10 | alfie/reader | [wc: 3753]

another time pt. 11 | alfie/reader | [wc: 1563]

another time pt. 12 | alfie/reader | [wc: 1422] 

another time pt. 13 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2274]  

another time pt. 14 | alfie/reader | [wc: 3890]

another time pt. 15 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2429]

another time pt. 16 | alfie/reader | [wc: 2047]

Finn Shelby:

an leabharlann | finn shelby/librarian | [wc:2736]

an leabharlann - part 2 | finn shelby/librarian | [wc:2578]

an leabharlann - part 3 | finny shelby/librarian | [wc:1442]

Michael Gray:

ask me again in the morning | michael gray/reader | [wc:1836]

twin snippets - kind of a sequel to iníon? | [wc: 669]

athair | michael gray/reader | warning for vague mentions of child abuse | [wc: 2666]

toast | michael gray/reader | [wc:773]

flower crowns | michael gray/reader | [wc: 529]

finders keepers | michael gray/reader | [wc: 2158]

pretty face | michael gray/petrovna!reader | [wc: 6032]

stake out | michael gray/oc | mostly john’s pov | [wc: 2908]

all over again | michael gray/reader | [wc: 2634]

miss jesus | michael gray/isaiah’s sister | [wc: 4483] 

fresh start | michael gray/reader | [wc: 7011]

untenable | michael gray/oc| [wc: ] 

John Shelby:

these moments | john/reader | [wc:2435]

come home safe | john/reader | [wc: 966]

sister-in-law | john/ada’s best friend | [1631]

schooldays | prequel to ‘these moments’ | [wc: 797]

three rings | set between schooldays and these moments | [wc: 977]

what could have been | tied to schooldays, these moments, and three rings | [wc: 1826]

sister | john + reader + daughter | ‘these moments’ verse [wc: 938]

here we are again | john/reader | continuation to ‘these moments’ | [wc: 2075]

promises | john/reader | ‘these moments’ verse [wc: 1826]

deeds | john/reader | ‘these moment’s verse [wc: 1959]

evening | ‘these moments’ verse [wc: ]

convalescence pt 1 | au of s4, platonic | [wc: ]

convalescence pt 2 | au of s4, platonic | [wc: ]

day two | john/reader | ‘these moments’ verse [wc: ]

lord of the manor | john/reader | ‘these moments’ verse [wc: ]

Polly Gray:

iníon | polly gray+daughter!reader | [wc: 4579]

untitled snippet | polly+alfie are best friends | [wc: 168]

settle | polly gray+daughter!reader | [wc: 298]

considerations | polly gray+shelby!reader | [wc: 869]

Tommy Shelby:

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader |  [wc:2656]

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader part 2 |  [wc:1624]

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader part 3 |  [wc: 1458]

welcome home soldier | tommy shelby/reader |  [wc: 3366]

snippet: dad!tommy | [wc: 213]

sun + sums: dad!tommy snippets | [wc: 756]

sense | tommy/reader, lil bit of alfie | [wc: 1246]

third times the charm | tommy/reader, the kids | [wc: 625]

licenses & legacies | tommy/reader | [wc: 876]

nowhere | tommy/reader | [wc: 3665]

rank | tommy/reader, war nurse fic | [wc: 2106]

strike up the band | tommy/reader, war nurse fic | [wc: 2353]

Luca Changretta:

risk | luca/reader | [wc: ]

understanding | luca/reader | [wc: ] (risk 2)

incentive | luca/reader | [wc: ] (risk 3)

association | luca/reader | [wc: ]  (risk 4)

evaluation | luca/reader | [wc: ]  (risk 5)

conquest | luca/reader | [wc: ]  (risk 6)

resolutions | luca/reader | [wc: ]  (risk 7)

sooner rather than later | luca/reader | [wc: ]

Isaiah Jesus:

do dheartháireacha | isaiah/shelby!reader |  [wc: 1737]

get real | isaiah/reader |  [wc: 1433]

surprises | isaiah/reader |  [wc: 567]

miracle | isaiah/reader | [wc: 798]

lamb | isaiah/reader | sequel to miracle | [wc: 531]

IOU | isaiah/gray!reader | [wc: 1303]

missing out | isaiah/reader | part of the ‘miracle’ and ‘lamb’ verse | [wc: 1757]

drabbles | isaiah/reader | ‘miracle’ verse [wc: ]

Arthur Shelby:

read to me | arthur shelby/reader |  [wc: 822]

the garrison | arthur shelby/reader | [wc: 2926]

dad!arthur snippets | [wc: 629]

Ada Shelby:

no-name | ada shelby/girlfriend | [wc:2001]

Bonnie Gold:

champion | bonnie/reader | [wc: ]

Ollie:

cutesy-poopsie | ollie/alfie!daughter | [wc: 1773]

OC’s:

daughters | daisy solomons snippets | [wc: 1102]

snippets | daisy solomons snippets | [wc: 3220]

Vikings

Ivar:

see the whole board | ivar/saxon!reader | [wc: 3737]

middlegame | ivar/saxon!reader | sequel to ‘see the whole board’ | [wc: 2171]

check | ivar/saxon!reader | sequel to ‘middlegame’ | [wc: 3499]

compromise | ivar/saxon!reader | sequel to ‘check’ | [wc: 2972]

charms | ivar/harald’s daughter | [wc: 1411]

Hvitserk:

terms | hvitserk/reader | [wc: 2214]

braids | hvitserk/saxon!reader | [wc: 2501]

Halfdan:

day and night | halfdan/reader | [wc: 1838]

Taboo

James Delaney:

stowaway | james delaney/reader | [wc: 7222]

Jamestown

promise | james read/oc | [wc: ]

Turn: Washington’s Spies

peregrine | ben tallmadge/reader | [wc: ]

[nov-anhy]

Cứu rỗi cuộc đời

Kể lại kỉ niệm khó quên thời thơ ấu của bạn. _____

1. [+6188] Hồi tiểu học, tui là top 3 của lớp, thầy tui nói tui là đứa lên nhận thưởng đầu tiên, dặn tui nhớ lễ phép. Tui lên nhận giấy khen, sau đó, trước mắt toàn trường, tui quỳ xuống trước mặt thầy hiệu trưởng, dập đầu lạy thầy ba cái.

2. [+5369] Hồi cấp 2, tui có quen bạn gái, có lần đến nhà nhỏ chơi thì mẹ nhỏ về bất ngờ, nhỏ liền nói tui trốn trong wc. Mẹ nhỏ ngồi ở phòng khách một lát thì nói muốn đi wc, vừa mở cửa ra thì thấy tui đang giặt quần áo, tui nói : Cháu chào cô, cháu là bạn cùng lớp với XXX, hôm nay cháu làm đổ mực lên áo XXX, thầy giáo nói cháu đến giặt áo cho cậu ấy!"

3. [+3837] Lần đầu tiên ra ATM rút tiền giùm người thân, hệ thống báo : Đọc Thủ Trung (nhập mật khẩu). Tui vừa ngại vừa lo nhìn nhìn xung quanh rồi lớn tiếng nói "Thủ Trung!" (Thủ Trung là tên người nổi tiếng thì phải)

4. [+3885] Sắp họp phụ huynh, điểm của tui gớm quá, sợ bị mắng nên tui nói với giáo viên là ba mẹ đi vắng, cậu tui đi thay được không, giáo viên đồng ý. Ngày hôm sau, tui cõng cậu tui mới 3 tuổi bước trên con đường chông gai không lối thoát.

5. [+3866] Nằm mơ tìm được wc, tỉnh dậy xác định là dấm đài.

6. [+3380] Mẹ bảo tui đi mua nửa kí bột bao bánh trôi, tui chỉ mua 250gram, tiền dư thì mua quà vặt. Đi được nửa đường thì bao bột bị rách, bột tung tóe trên đường. Đến giờ tui vẫn nhớ rõ vẻ mặt mang đầy sự chăm sóc của ba tui khi nói với mẹ tui ràng : Mình đi nghỉ đi, để anh đánh con giúp mình.

7. [+2886] Mẹ ơi, vì sao đuôi của con lại mọc ở phía trước...

8. [+2828] Ban đêm trốn trong chăn xem AV, đến phần chúng nó chịch nhau rồi mà tui vẫn không nghe được âm thanh gì hết. Xem xem đã mở loa chưa, còn chỉnh âm lượng đến maximum, vẫn không nghe tiếng! Đang bực bội thì ba tui gõ cửa, đi vào phòng trả tui cái loa bluetooth mini...

9. [+2688] Gỉ mũi có vị mặn, ráy tai có vị đắng, hơn nữa ăn hai thứ ấy sẽ không bị câm điếc. Gàu không có vị gì hết, da vụn ở chân sau khi cắt rất đàn hồi, shit cũng có vị đắng, nhưng nước tiểu thì lại mặn. Đừng hỏi tui làm sao biết được mấy điều này.

10. [+2641] Hồi tiểu học, đề tập làm văn yêu cầu tả ông nội, tui chép văn mẫu bài chị gái, đổi chị gái thành ông nội : Em có một ông nội rất đáng yêu, ông nội thích mặc váy hoa, tết bím tóc hai bên, còn vô cùng xinh đẹp...

11. [+2457] Lần đầu tiên có đèn đỏ, sợ quá không biết chuyện gì xảy ra liền gọi 120. (120 = 115 ở Việt Nam)

12. [+2152] Hồi cấp 3, trường tổ chức lễ hội đến tối, tui mò mẫm đi vào wc, trời tối, wc không mở đền nên càng tối. Tui mở cửa một phòng, cởi quần định ngồi xuống thì bị một đôi bàn tay to, rắn chắc ngăn lại, từ sau truyền đến thanh âm trầm trầm : Có người rồi.

13. [+2319] Hồi trước tui hay kêu thằng nhóc nhà bên cạnh sang thổi kèn cho tui, thổi chừng 10 phút thì tui đưa khăn giấy cho nó. Sau này nó lớn, bảo với tui rằng nó hay nhìn lọ sao giấy trên bàn rồi lâm vào trầm tư...

14. [+1960] Tính tui hay quên. Hồi đó có lần bị mẹ đánh, tui khóc um sùm chạy đi tìm ba, chạy một vòng quanh nhà thì thấy mẹ đứng trước mặt, tui liền chạy tới ôm mẹ mà gào "mẹ ơi, ba đánh con!"

15. [+1876] Hồi nhỏ, mẹ không cho tui mặc váy khi chơi xích đu, mẹ nói như vậy sẽ bị tụi con trai nhìn thấy quần sịp. Vậy nên mỗi lần mặc váy chơi xích đu thì tui đều cởi quần sịp ra, còn nghĩ là mình thông minh lắm.

16. [+1894] Lần đầu tiên gặp đèn đỏ, tui về nhà nói với mẹ là tui có thai rồi, mẹ tui hoảng hồn, tui lại nói không sao đâu, đứa bé rơi mất rồi...

17. [+1773] Hồi đó có lần tui lấy mớ khăn giấy nhăn nhúm anh tui vứt lung tung trong phòng để lau dưa leo có trong phòng của chị tui rồi ăn ngon lành...... (có ai thật sự hiểu được cái này không =)))))))

18. [+1553] Mỗi lần trời mưa mà quên mang dù thì sẽ tắm mưa tiện thể tè luôn ra quần.

19. [+1606] Ba mẹ ly hôn, mẹ tui tái hôn. Người thứ 1 rất hung dữ, ngày nào cũng kiếm cớ đánh tôi, không quá 2 năm thì bị ung thư chết. Người thứ 2 là kiến trúc sư, rất lạnh lùng với tôi, không quá 2 năm cũng bị ung thư chết. Người thứ ba dù thất học nhưng đối xử với tui rất tốt, mười mấy năm trôi qua, tui cũng đổi xưng hô gọi ba từ lâu rồi...

20. [+1534] Bọn trẻ trong xóm rủ nhau đi tắm sông, có thằng nhóc nhảy xuống sông lặn một hơi rồi mới nổi lên, mà đúng lúc ấy tui cũng đang đứng tè xuống sông, nhìn xuống nước thấy cái đấu thằng nhóc đang ngụp lặn ngay chỗ tui đứng tè. Sau đó, nó nói với bọn kia "ê tụi bây, nước ở đây ấm lắm nè!"

21. [+1476] Canh lúc bà nội ngủ, tui liền quỳ xuống lạy bà ba cái rồi nói "bà nội xin hãy yên nghỉ, cháu sẽ trả thù cho bà", đột nhiên bà nội tỉnh dậy, tui lại nói "bà nội, bà vẫn còn sống sao".

22. [+1599] Hồi bé nghịch ngợm, té gãy xương tay, bị mẹ cấm cửa không cho đi chơi, tui tìm cách trốn ra ngoài, không cẩn thận gãy luôn tay còn lại. Thành ra hai cánh tay treo lủng lẳng trước ngực, ba tui còn nói "mẹ nó ơi, nhìn thằng bé giống con cua ghê chưa".

23. [+1397] Lén trộm đi cái bát đựng đầy tiền của tên ăn mày, tiện thể giúp hắn trị khỏi bệnh tật đầy mình.

24. [+1375] Lần đầu gặp đèn đỏ, cứ nghĩ bản thân bị bệnh, tui không dám nói cho ba mẹ, cứ lén lút nhét khăn giấy vào quần sịp rồi lén lút giặt quần sịp trong wc. Rốt cuộc cũng bị mẹ phát hiện, khi đó tui lại còn khóc lóc um sùm.

25. [+1234] Có ai còn nhớ trò vẽ đồng hồ trên cổ tay không?

26. [+1179] Đánh nhau với con bạn cùng lớp, đánh không lại liền cắn ngực nó!

27. [+1089] Trước đây, ba mẹ ngủ phòng trong, tui ngủ phòng ngoài, lâu lâu tui lại nghe tiếng giường kêu kẽo kẹt từ phòng ba mẹ. Có lần tiếng kẽo kẹt lớn quá làm tui không ngủ được, tui hỏi "ba mẹ làm gì mà ồn vậy?", ba tui mắng "mau ngủ đi". Một hồi lâu sau tiếng kẽo kẹt vẫn còn, tui liền hét lên để chống đối. Mười phút sau, ba vào phòng tui tát tui một cái, tui không dám hó hé gì nữa.

28. [+979] Có lần tui bị ba đánh, sau đó tui nằm trên giường không nói năng gì hết, vừa lúc có cái răng đang lung lay, tui nhây nhây thế nào mà cái răng rơi ra luôn, máu chảy ra từ miệng tui. Ba tui hoảng hốt vội vàng hỏi tui bị làm sao, tui bắt chước giống trong phim kiếm hiệp nói tui sắp chết rồi. Ba tui nước mắt ngắn dài cõng tui chạy như bay đến bệnh viện. Rốt cuộc sau khi ra viện đúng là tui bị ba đánh muốn hồn lìa khỏi xác.

29. [+1039] Hồi nhỏ bị người lớn lừa, bảo là ngoáy mũi ba lần liên tiếp sẽ bị chảy máu tới chết. Báo hại tui ngắc ngứ hồi lâu mới dám ngoáy lần thứ 3, sợ đến mức viết luôn di chúc để sẵn.

30. [+987] Cứ nghĩ bcs dùng để thổi bong bóng.

31. [+970] Ngoáy mũi rồi bắn gỉ mũi, bắn luôn lên mặt giáo viên chủ nhiệm.

32. [+457] Hồi tiểu học, ghế ngồi trong lớp rất cứng, ngồi rất đau mông, không còn cách nào khác đành lấy áo ngực của, ướm vào mông thì vừa khít, thế là hôm sau đi học tui cầm luôn áo ngực của mẹ theo. Tui vĩnh viễn không muốn nhớ lại ánh mắt của giáo viên và bọn bạn trong lớp nhìn tui lúc đó.

33. [+456] Nghỉ hè, đến nhà bác chơi, đêm đến, tui thấy hai bác kéo nhau lên giường oánh nhau rất ác liệt. Tui liền gọi chị họ dậy để vào can hai bác, chị họ ngay lập tức vọt vào phòng hai bác rồi ồm chân bác trai khóc lóc inh ỏi gào ba mẹ đừng đánh nhau nữa mà. Sau đó, không có sau đó.

34. [+432] Đóng cửa tủ lạnh một cách thật chậm rãi xem tới chừng nào đèn trong đó mới tắt.

35. [+467] Hồi nhỏ tui khá là xinh xắn, bọn con trai trong lớp thường hun tui, đến khi tốt nghiệp tiểu học tui vẫn chưa nói cho tụi nó biết tui là nam. Để giữ gìn tuổi thơ tốt đẹp của họ, đừng share cmt của tui.

36. [+396] Em họ tui mới 7 tuổi, có lần đi ị ra máu, tui nghiêm túc nói rằng nó bệnh, không chữa được, không bao lâu nữa thì chết, trừ phi nó ăn shit của chính nó. Thằng bé nước mắt sụt sùi đi vào wc...

37. [+344] Hồi nhỏ, tui xem phim hoạt hình Na Tra truyền kì, đến đoạn Na Tra bị oan thì cảm thấy rất khó chịu. Tui khóc lóc, lấy giấy bút viết hết sự thật rồi nhét tờ giấy đó vào đầu đĩa đặt trên TV, hi vọng Đông hải Long vương nhận được thư của tui, rửa sạch oan ức cho Na Tra.

38. [+250] Lúc còn đi nhà trẻ, có lần đang ngủ trưa, tui muốn đi ị mà không dám nói, thế là ị đầy quần, không còn cách nào khác, tui bèn cho tay vào quần lấy cợt ra trây vào gối, cả phòng toàn là mùi cợt...

39. [+227] Chó mẹ trong nhà vừa đẻ chó con, ngực nó to ra vì chứa sữa. Tui tò mò muốn biết vị sữa chó là như thế nào, liền lấy thìa ra để vắt sữa chó mẹ. Tui vừa mút hết thìa sữa thì mẹ tui bước ra, bạn trai tui đến nhà tui chơi cũng bước ra...

40. [+211] Hồi tiểu học, tui cãi nhau với một thằng trong lớp, nó đánh tui một cái, bỗng dưng quần tui nhuộm màu đỏ, đờ mờ lúc đó tui đã biết đèn đỏ là cái vẹo gì đâu, tui liền cố ý nằm luôn trên mặt đất. Mấy đứa trong lớp chạy đi báo với giáo viên, thằng đánh tui cũng cuống lên, luôn miệng nói "tui không có giết cậu ấy mà!"

41. [+253] Viên con nhộng dưỡng da nhầm thành thuốc cảm.

42. [+243] Hồi nhỏ tui mê phim cổ trang, quấn chăn quanh mình, cài đũa lên tóc, bắt nhỏ em làm nô tỳ.

43. [+200] Lần đầu gặp đèn đỏ, nghĩ mình bị bệnh nan y, viết di chúc rồi nằm một chỗ chờ chết.

44. [+141] Lần đầu gặp đèn đỏ là lúc tui đang tham gia hoạt động ngoại khóa. Khi đó bạn cùng lớp nói quần tui toàn là máu, tui chạy vào wc kéo quần xuống xem, tui sợ đến nỗi khóc luôn. May sao gần đó có một thầy giáo, tui liền báo với cô, cô hỏi tui có đau bụng không, tui nói có, cô lại hỏi tui học lớp nào, sau đó cô ấy đưa tui lên văn phòng tìm giáo viên chủ nhiệm, cô ấy nói "học sinh lớp cô XXX hình như bị sinh non này", cả văn phòng lặng người.Rốt cuộc phải nhờ nhân viên phòng y tế đến xem giúp.

45. [+144] Hồi nhỏ bị nhiễm phim cổ trang, mỗi lần ăn cơm là bắt chước biểu cảm trúng độc giống trong phim, run rẩy, mắt trợn trắng, có lần dọa mẹ tui sợ hú hồn, tui giả vờ tỏ ra yếu ớt thốt ra một câu "trong thức ăn có độc". Hôm đó, mẹ tui cầm dao phay rượt tui chạy suốt 3 con phố!

46. [+91] Hồi đó nếu tui muốn xem đều phải lén lén lút lút. Xem xong phải chỉnh lí lại bệ TV như lúc đầu, remote để nguyên về chỗ cũ, còn phải kiếm cái gì đó quạt cho TV tản hết nhiệt.

47. [+133] Hồi cấp 3, trường tổ chức lễ hội đến tối, trong wc tắt đèn, tui thì đang đi nặng, đột nhiên có một người xông vào phòng tui đang ngồi, cởi quần định ngồi xuống, tui nhanh chóng đưa tay ngăn cậu ấy lại, trầm trầm nói vào tai cậu ấy, có người rồi. (nếu ngồi xuống thật thì có dưa leo đâm bông cúc dòy =)))))))

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