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Do the green iconmean yuor active hay

THERES A GREEN ICON???? HELP but yes probably cause im always in tumblr 💖

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Best angst fic Ive ever read, not even words can describe how many tears I shed on this beautiful masterpiece. I’ve never felt this heartbroken ever since reading Marionette Strings a few months back. This is fic is an ♾/10 and I would definitely recommend it to my friends, family, 4lifers, mutuals, pets and plushies. Looking forward to more of your works username curseda3fic 🙌

Sewing Machine Heart

Yuki Rurikawa x Reader

angst

I wish I could explain why I wrote this, but I can’t, so enjoy as much as you could possibly enjoy whatever this is!

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The room was cold and empty. Yuki was out and the hack was always busy so all you could do was sit and wait until Yuki returns from one of his shopping runs.

Speak of the devil— the door handle turned after you hear the sound of a key unlocking the door. The green haired boy pushed the door open with his shoulder and placed all his bags on the floor a few feet away from you. Curiously you wanted to see what he had bought, but his back prevented you from seeing what he bought. He was muttering to himself, you could make out him murmuring “new” and “what should I do with the old..” as his hands roamed the sea of items. Yuki sighs and turns around, his eyes studying you intently and then turns back to the pile. After more searching and muttering he turns back to you and walks up to you. He places a warm hand on you, gently patting you as his eyes gleam with an apologetic look. You were confused, what was happening? But before you could say anything, he’s lifting you up and placing you in what seemed to be an empty garbage bag. You don’t struggle; you CAN’T struggle. You can only accept what’s happening. As you’re shrouded and in darkness you hear him grunt and his grunt is followed by a thud. Yuki swears under his breath and you hear him walk briskly out of the room then return with the another person. “Sooo what do you need help with.” “Shut it hack, just help me set this up.”

“Who are you calling a— you know what. Nevermind. Ok. I’ll help.”

The sound of something heavy being placed on a table fills the room.

“Why’d you get a new one?”

“Mm the old one was reaching its limit, now get out of here.”

Their conversation lit the metaphorically light bulb in your head. Yuki replaced you.

He replaced you, his dear sewing machine, with a new one.

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