#i dont know why this only just occured to me

[slashingdisneypasta]

WAIT...

Bill Moseley can sing??...

[teamsasukes]

the chunin exams arc was so interesting for how it portrayed sakura's potential and how people in her life influenced it. kakashi lying about the team-based enrollment criteria because he thinks sakura would be likely to sign up only to appease sasuke, and being genuinely surprised when she shows up anyway. naruto being completely oblivious when sakura was upset preceding the exams and also after she cut her hair in the forest of death. naruto literally dreaming about saving sakura from enemies, being the hero to her damsel-in-distress. sakura moulding herself into a perfectly feminine lady because that's what society demanded and what she thought sasuke would want. versus sasuke calling her out for focusing too much on romance instead of her skills like she should be doing. sasuke picking up that she was upset because she felt inadequate and reminding her of what she was best at -- maybe even better than him -- and never begrudging her for it. ino hacking into her mind because she was sure, not a single doubt in her mind, that sakura would know the answers to the impossible questions on the written exam. ino and sasuke both stepping in to save her during her fight with the sound nin, but only after being spurred on by the brutal beating she took. ino and sasuke getting frustrated with naruto when he commented on how her haircut looked because it made sakura trivialize her experience and offer a fake explanation about women being fickle. the flashbacks revealing to us that ino affirmed that she would one day bloom into a beautiful flower. ino and sasuke serving as a catalyst for sakura to get stronger before pt 1 and pt 2 respectively. idk do you see what i'm seeing

[arsenicflame]

since we all appear to be talking about izzy 'calling the police' on stede id like to offer my silly little two cents:

its not like the navy wasn't actively looking for him anyway??????

at most, izzys actions sped up badminton catching up with stede, but its made very clear that badminton wanted Stede dead well before this, and was willing to use whatever he could to find him- whos to say jackie wouldnt have cut a deal on her own? that any other pirate thats seen them being unsubtle in a port wouldn't take the opportunity to make a quick buck over a guy who is Nobody and holds no influence that could lead to any consequences for them?

in reality izzy is probably the only person who would receive negative repercussions to selling out stede, given his personal connection with ed- any other pirate would probably have gotten away unscathed, anonymous. they likely wouldnt have even been present like izzy was. izzy had personal stakes, anyone else would have taken the money and ran

the way i see it, with or without izzy the events of episode 10 probably would have happened in some degree, izzy just expedited the timeline

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[theygender]

Just remembered back in middle school during some of the most traumatic years of my life when I honestly had a bit of stress-induced psychosis going on and thought the human brain could manipulate time/space/etc if we tried hard enough and I came to the realization that if I did my brain a certain way then I could make entire days/weeks/months pass in what seemed like the blink of an eye and not have to experience any of it. But looking back now it's like girl... That was just dissociation 😭

11yo me was literally like "watch this!" *dissociates at clinically terrifying levels*

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok fine im a bit pissy

I did not spend HOURS of EVERY DAY this week, most often WELL AFTER MIDNIGHT

doing things for certain types of encampment that I CANT TALK ABT ON SOCIAL MEDIA ON RISK OF SELF-INCRIMINATION

to be palestine-guilted over MEMEING ABOUT MISHA COLLINS

I did not WORK MYSELF TO EXHAUSTION

face *REDACTED* and *REDACTED*

to be told that my HAPPY LITTLE FANDOM POSTING on a site with NO FINANICAL OR ALGORITHMIC SIGNIFICANCE TO CELEBRITIES somehow undoes alllll of that.

is this a good post? no. does it apply to a lot of ppl? prolly not. could I lose followers/moots for this? yeah.

but its what I'm feeling rn.

[secret-keeper-speaks]

i'm back in school. george and harold seem mopey. they seem to notice me not being as obnoxious about back to school as i used to be. i hoped that wouldnt be obvious. i liked hanging out with my dad over the break. he recently taught me how to sew up broken fabric because he saw a gash on the side of my sweater from some villain fight. (at least i think it was) now he's back at work and i gotta go back to fighting for my life once every fucking week.

[gibbearish]

oh psa but if you're in an industry that checks IDs and the person in front of you is clearly trans, don't make comments about anything on that ID. for instance saying "OMG your middle name's Danielle? that's my name too!!!" to someone 5 feet tall with a full beard is perhaps not the best choice one could make if one didn't want to put a neon glowing sign above that person's head saying "THIS IS A TRANSGENDER" to everyone they're with

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[starlightkun]

🎶🛌

[dullahandyke]

i wont lie i am the type of man to look at art of sora n riku and immediately go 'wheres kairiiiiiiiiii'

[showing0resultsforsanity]

It rly sucks having a brain that holds onto the smallest blunders with searing conviction and leaves you still wanting to apologize for it months later when you know there's like a 99.2% chance whomever you want to apologize to forgot about it the day after it happened

[bountycancelled]

(un)secret admirer

luke castellan x child of aphrodite!reader

tip me on kofi, if you feel so inclined

requested: nope, I'm just currently obsessing over pjo (aren't we all?) and Charlie bushnell is my pookie so luke is also my pookie (what about all the people he murdered– what murdaaaa?!)

warnings: none I believe!

content: probably ooc luke becusse I haven't read the books, I don't know if demigods even nap, I don't remember the movies and he's barely in the show lol, some cuddling, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, also I know demi gods are dyslexic i just dont gaf because i thought this concept was cute, that's all!

a/n: SEND ME PJO REQS! please. also this is short and I'm sorry, I've been having horrid writers block.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Lukes voice could be heard from where he sat on your bed, as you gazed at the piece of paper in your hand, pacing back and forth in your room as you analysed its every minute detail to the best of your abilities. "you get letters from the other campers all the time."

"I already told you Luke. this handwriting isn't the same as any other letter I've gotten, so that means it's from someone who's never sent me a note before, and I need to know who it is."

you had recieved a myriad of letters ranging from 'I think you're pretty' to 'I would sacrifice my right arm just to get a hug from you' during your time here at camp. beyond being drop dead gorgeous, you were kind, always wearing a charming smile on your face, and having the ability to comfort people with your presence alone.

that (coupled with the facts that most kids here had some kind of parental baggage and your kindness definitely filled some kind of void) meant that you recieved many a words from not so secret admirers. you were sure that you knew the identities of the people who had given you sealed envelopes and tightly folded papers, but you were currently stumped.

you were startled out of your staring contest with the scribbled ink by the feeling of Lukes arms around your shoulders as he spoke. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, now can you please come back to bed? you know that I can't nap if you're not with me."

you sighed, letting him lead you back to your bed so that he could rest before you two inevitable of the two of you needing to help around the camp occured. you stared up at the ceiling as he slowly started to dose off beside you, before you gasped and shot up, effectively spooking him out of a peaceful moment.

"it's Percy!" you shushed Luke before he had the chance to complain about your sudden exclamation or the fact that you weren't letting him get a wink of midday sleep. "I mean, he's just met me, and one of my friends probably told him some stuff about me–"

"it's not Percy." Luke deadpanned, pushing you down by the shoulder from the upright postpone you were sat in to make you lay back down, and wrapping his arm around your waist. you were shocked into silence, because although Luke was an affectionate friend, he had never cuddled you while he was still awake. he would always wake up and discovering that he had wrapped around you in his sleeping state, apologising sheepishly while retracting his limbs.

after a few moments of stunned silence, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. "and how do you know it's not him, huh?" he simply blew air from his nose, tightening his grip around your waist.

"because it was me, sweetheart."

now that shut you up fairly quickly, as you bit your lip to try to hinder the giddy smile that wanted to form on your features. you opened your mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Luke placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

"we'll talk when we wake up, alright?" but you weren't having any of that. "okay... but, before you go to bed. how long have you liked me? is this actually the first letter you've sent? why wouldn't you just tell me, you idiot. obviously I like you too. I know you said some stuff that you like about me in the letter, but I want you to tell me about everything you like about me, like every feature, every trait-"

Luke chuckled, sporting a big grin as you spoke. he would tell you all of that and more, he would do anything you asked of him, just as long as he got to hold you in his arms just like this.

[inmaki2]

luxiem’s reaction to you falling asleep on stream

req . luxiem x gn!reader .

fluff . 1k est wc .

(f/n - fandom name) ty for the cute req ^^ not proofread + lmk if there’s warnings i missedd

“lemme just read a few more supas before i end, chat..”

despite your determined words, even the viewers notice your model’s eyes drooping ever so sleepily while you talk. many express their concern and wishes for you to continue tomorrow, while others spam ‘tskr’ and remarks on how endearing the situation was.

“‘go sleep’? nah, you don’t—“ you’re cut off by a yawn, speech turning slower involuntarily, “you don’t have to worry, i’m.. i’m okay guys.”

coincidentally, right as you try to read the next donation, you close your eyes, attempting to give yourself just a second of rest, only to slip right into dreamland. of course, your chat explodes simultaneously; a majority being exclaims of what would happen next while others debate on if something else might’ve occurred. luckily for you, your boyfriend — who just so happens to be experienced in your field of work — is on the bed a few feet over, ready to help out.

mysta rias

mysta is much more observant than some may think (especially when it comes to you) and easily caught onto your state long before chat did

he shook his head from the bed, knowing exactly how you were feeling whilst you pushed yourself to continue thanking donations

it hurt him watching you in such a state, especially knowing he couldn’t do much

but now that you’ve drifted off, he’s quick to tiptoe over and take control of your model

he doesn’t even say hi, only muttering a ‘give me a minute, guys’ before grabbing your underarms and carrying you off to bed

once you’re neatly tucked in, he plants a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing back to finish up the stream

“sorry about that, yes it’s mysta! hope you guys dont mind me taking over for a bit.. wait, why’s everyone saying clip this?!”

mysta isn’t big about sharing much when it comes to your relationship, but he’ll be sure to let your fanbase what’s going on if you (clearly) can’t admit it yourself

“yep.. they say don’t worry, but then shit like this happens. fuckin’ stubborn, aren’t they?” he huffs, glancing over at your sleeping figure with fond but frustrated eyes

“good thing i was here. don’t worry, f/n.. i know you’re jealous and all, but they’re in good hands. if y’know what i mean,” the male cackles before remembering how close you are, sighing when he ensures you’re still asleep

mysta being mysta, he ends up talking to chat for a bit longer than necessary, mostly rambling about you of course

and before he ends stream, the idiot probably comments some suggestive shit that only makes the amount of clips from your stream double (sigh)

however, while he fools around for the viewers, don’t expect to be off the hook without a serious talk in the morning, along with a staff meeting that mysta will personally organize that same night

also,, be prepared for him to never live this down </3

ike eveland

the amount of times he had to stop himself from rushing over and just pulling you to bed throughout the stream..

he even tried (spamming) texting you, yet you’d simply send a stern shake of your head from the desk

so of course, once you closed your eyes for good, ike was already planning out the speech he was going to give you later on

your boyfriend can’t help but mumble about how ‘he knew this would happen’ as he paces closer, muting your mic before carrying you bridal style to bed

as romantic as it sounds, this boy was deadpanning stubbornly the whole time

“well, hello there f/n, ike here! like i’m sure most of you figured out, y/n fell asleep. the remainder of supas will continue next stream, but i hope you guys take this as a lesson that having designated time for rest is just as important—“

yes, even your chat gets an ike lecture

soon after, he’s shutting your pc down while glancing at you with an unreadable gaze

poor boy isn’t sure if he wants to scold you or hug you first

in the end he complies with hugging you all night

even after he wakes up he’ll bring his laptop in bed just so he can be near you while still working

“ah, look who’s awake,” brushing some hair from your face, he chuckles as you stretch cutely. “did you sleep well?”

“mm.. wait, what happened to my stream?”

at this, ike deadpans once again, pushing his laptop away — and that’s when you know you’re in trouble <\3

shu yamino

he knows how headstrong you can be, so he rarely tries to get you to change your mind on things like this, even when watching you doze off on live eats away at his heart

the only time he’d given his opinion was a few hours before stream, where you showed visible signs of over working

“babe?” he swallowed in discontent, inspecting your messy state from the kitchen. “i think you should cancel stream today, we can start a new anime n’ head to bed early tonight instead.”

it was a tempting offer, but the looming thought of potentially letting fans down made you swiftly decline, earning a defeated sound from the male

now here he was, rushing over to mute your mic and gently pat you awake

“y/n— y/n, you fell asleep on stream.”

that has your eyes shooting open, and the redness in them has guilt building further in shu’s chest

he feels like a bad boyfriend, like he should’ve been more assertive in taking care of you, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened

but those thoughts were for another day; right now you needed him more than ever

in an attempt to calm you down as you blabbered in confusion, he squeezes your hand in his

“shh, baby,” shu rarely used such petnames, but it immediately has you settling down. “you’re okay. it’s okay, f/n are still here waiting for you, see?”

he continues to kneel by your setup, rubbing your knuckles comfortingly as you build up the strength to unmute and explain the situation

“i don’t even know what happened, i hope everyone who donated doesn’t mind if i finish reading them next stream?” as you speak, shu nods supportively

if for some reason anybody were to get upset about this, he’d gladly argue with them himself

as soon as you hit ‘end stream’, he rises from the floor, holding your hand while walking to bed and murming affirmations softly

he smiles as you fall back to asleep almost instantly, messaging your manager himself to clear your schedule <3

vox akuma

honestly, he’d never let it come to this in the first place

“love, you’ve been slugging around all day. there’s no way you have the energy for a stream.”

in the end, you make a compromise to stream for much less time than you originally planned.. yet still fell asleep

vox hadn’t even realized at first; so busy completing work of his own until the silence finally registered

he would be mad and scold you like ike.. but you just look so cute napping away at your desk!!!

without bothering to mute, mans just admires you for a second with a tiny smirk

even in this state you were stunning to him,, not his fault

eventually lifts you like a sack over his shoulder (if you weren’t so tired he’d slap your ass by now. sigh) before settling you in bed

at that point he was desperate to just cuddle up with you, but of course the live was still ongoing

“why hello, f/n, there’s been a bit of.. em, a turn of events as you can see.. my idiot partner refuses to give themself a break so now you get me!”

vox chuckles lowly while reading the chaos and confusion in chat, sparking a new onset of comments. “guys, i can guarantee your oshi is not dead, c’mon, have some faith in me.”

like mysta, he doesn’t want to let the viewers in on too much, but he definitely hovers around the topic of overworking and breaks

“—after all, they’ve given up hours upon hours to plan more streams and events for you to enjoy, so now, i’d like everyone to be equally supportive and let them have a week or so off, hm? we don’t want this happening again, right?”

it’s a bit passive-aggressive, protective boyfriend tone honestly,, he can’t help it okay!

the minute it’s over vox is rushing back into bed, taking on the role of big spoon instinctively at your exhausted state

in the morning, he’s eager as ever to help you send a break request to the company <3

luca kaneshiro

now this one can be a bit,,

oblivious

he could tell you were tired, yes — but had no inkling it was to such a degree where you’d fall asleep in front of thousands of viewers

it definitely makes him think back to how your energy had been much lower than usual for a while now

he feels guilt bubbling in his stomach, but pushes it away as he swiftly moves in front of your mic

“chat! psst, it’s— it’s luca! y/n fell asleep, should i scare them!?” he whispers, barely holding in a mischievous giggle, “kidding, kidding. they deserve to sleep, like, really. i’ll keep you guys company for now alright?“

being the entertainer he is, luca easily finished up stream with his ‘impromptu asmr’, all while keeping one hand on your knee affectionately

“alright f/n, i think it’s time i uh, get y/n to bed, but thank you to those who stuck around! i’ll make sure they get lots of rest, pinky promise!”

it was going smoothly until he clumsily tried to lift you from the chair, awkwardly placing one hand on your behind and the other around your torso

“luca? the fuck are you doing?” you blink, only registering your boyfriend’s interesting hand placement as you wake up

his eyes widen, quickly letting you down with flushed cheeks. “what— i— i was just bringing you to bed! you fell asleep!”

“oh.. wait, on stream?!”

the boy quickly assures you (through lots of laughter) that he had it under control, and luckily for him you were too tired to fight back, only humming as he slides into bed as well

“i pinky promise’d your chat, babe. i promised that i’d make sure you rest, so no streaming for the next couple days, ‘kay?”

he gets snoring in response, which in his mind is good enough!

you wake up to a message from your manager wishing you a nice week off.. and the culprit only smiles adorably <3

if u want me to write more make sure to reblog/send asks and tell me if u enjoyed !!!!!

nkox 2023 - do not copy, translate, crosspost, etc.

[imwetforyourmom]

NOT HER.

pt6

CW: crying, swearing, matt having his turn with a heart broken, mention of daggers and impaling (NOT PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. ONLY IN Y/NS HEAD.), rejection, y/s/n = your sisters name, or brother if you have one js pretend i used he pronouns, not proofread, halfassed towards the end

A/N: I hated this series and changed the ending

A/N II: yall can thank @joemamaaa42069 and @sturnwritess for helping motivate me to get ts out

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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“no matt. you dont get to do this to me.”

matt stood up from the bench table, everything crashing down onto him at once. he didnt bother looking at madi, he only ran to his car, his breathing panicked and his chest aching almost as hard as his head was.

what?

he still couldnt wrap his head around Amelia and matt's shared argument earlier and what she'd said, let alone her lies.

"i- im- I have to go, madi, I need to go." he stumbled over his words, his eyes trained on the green grass under his feet, currently doing their best to keep him up and standing.

his mind too focused on the shuddering of his breathing, the rhythmed shaking of his eyes (even if they werent even shaking), the uncomfortable churning in his stomach.

madi’s voice rang throughout the thick, tension full air, her tone sympathetic and her eyes filled with sympathy. her voice a call for his name, a long for him to return back to earth, not tucked away into the depths of his regrets, beginning tears, possible outcomes, but most importantly, all the why’s?

why, would amelia do that? why was she selfish enough to tear apart a perfectly healthy relationship because she wanted him?

why would she do all of this? lying, distancing matt away from y/n, making him believe he wanted to have sex with her, all to destory it by herself, what was the point only for it to come crashing down onto her—his shoulders.

the earth he was meant to be currently focusing on felt like it found its new atmosphere on his shoulders, relying on him for its life. but he couldn’t even trust himself to know who was right for him, let alone an earth that resembled the same life of his relationship with y/n.

his vision clouded black, re occuring multi-colored dots layering over eachother, a painful, ringing went right through his ears. piling more regret onto his shoulders.

his feet stumbled their way to his car, his hands repeatedly missing the handle of the drivers seat, his vision contiously going in and out, making driving impossibly harder than it needed to be.

finally pulling the lever open, he sat uncomfortably onto his seat, though, he didnt care about that right now, all he cared about was y/n. y/n y/n y/n y/n.

he took in heavy, shaky breaths, the rising and falling of his shoulders becoming harder with each initial thought of what he could have done differently.

he leaned his head onto the headrest and squeezed his eyes shut, praying that it’d somehow silence everything.

y/ns eyes opened groggily, a small headache living in her wake from the previous night.

though, the headache wasn't the first thing she thought of when opening her eyes. understandably, why would it? instead, her first thought was the regret and dread to have opened her eyes and see the sun, she just wanted to sleep more, more and more. sleeping was her newfound escape. as hard as it was getting over her previous 'safe spot' matt she knew she had to, it wouldn't do her any good just moping about and praying she could just run to someone.

she relied on matt the entire time she had him, a person she thought would never leave. and now that he was gone, she couldnt run to him, the same familiar grasp that always held onto her. she couldn't hear the same, comforting "sh, sh, sh y/n its okay." in the thick, tension and tear filled atmosphere.

tears began to brim at her eyes, she curled into a ball, unwilling to get out of bed, her muscles dreading and aching with even the thought of turning in bed. how could he have costed her this much physical pain, without even touching her? maybe thats why. he didnt touch her. he only touched with his words, bringing his lips to shape each letter of the words he spoke, the bunched together letters coming out with daggers. each dagger finding its spot on her body, digging deep, then twisting.

each wound slowly re-opening with each newfound thought of matt. he used to be inlove with her, they used to find comfort in the other, even with no words whispered into the atmosphere, shoved, or gently guided into. whether their hands gently glide along the others bare, warm body, or rough, desperate movements, desire lacing the gropes. yet, within each own moment claimed of the past, comfort was exchanged, deep in the moment, hidden or well-known.

she couldn’t keep up with him, or this. it was all too fucking much. to have him ripped away so abruptly from the gentle love of her warm palms, was too sudden of a change, it seemed as if in the grasp of matts own hands, a piece everything went with him. how was she meant to regrow that part of her? how was she meant to be fulfilled, without what she’d relied on to keep her in one piece, for what seemed like for forever?

her heart mangled more inside her chest, the physical pain striking throughout her chest achened the worsening headache in her head. she was crumbling into the palms of her own boyfriends doing. why was she the one living through it? what did she do to deserve this?

her shoulders began to shake, soft sobs rippling through her body. she felt like giving up. her body physically ached and dreaded, her muscles tense with everything she wanted to say to matt, her lips twitched and shuddered as the sobs slipping from the breaking wall inside her body intensified. curling her legs to her chest, her closest attempt at warming herself, like the light shining down onto her in the middle of a hurricane. yet, the light was slowly dimming, the tears dragging down her face sliding in sync with the rain moving closer to her per minute.

a stomping ascending up the stairs knocked y/n out of her entrance, but no less made the urge to shove her face into the pillow and rot inside the comforting embrace of her comforter, easier.

what she recognized to be her sisters voice was heard behind the wood of her door, a tinge of sympathy clinging to her tone.

“matts here, hes asking for you, y/n.” her knuckles brushed gently onto the door, a soft gentle knocking echoing into the enclosure of her now no longer comforting room.

she couldnt escape him. everywhere she went, he ruined it.

with an aching head, y/n sat up. clinging her knees to her chest, running her fingertips down her shins. mentally preparing herself to see him again, to see the face that’d caused this all.

she cleared her throat and wiped her eyes, doing nothing to rid the bloodshot in her eyes and the obvious puffiness.

standing from the bed, she made her movements quick and sharp, leaving her room and attempting to sweep past her sister, before she grabbed y/ns arm. spinning her back to face her sister. her usual face adorned with a warming smile, held a frown upon it, her eyes seeping with knowing and the guilt she felt forming in her eyes. just seeing her little sister like this was tearing her apart.

“y/n,” she whispered, a crack interrupting her speech. she grabbed y/ns shoulders, bringing her to wrap her arms around y/ns torso. bringing the comfort y/n so desperately needed, yet too humilated to ask for it.

“I dont know what happened at all, but im not stupid either,”— she began, her fingers coming up to twirl y/ns hair between her fingers. her voice a lovey tone. —“but, I want you to know. you dont have to go down there and speak to him, for what he did to you, he doesnt deserve to see your pretty face again.” she spoke, her voice trembling almost as hard as her hands were.

y/ns heart imploded inside her chest, fighting back the sobs she previously just wiped away. “I know,” y/n whispered back, her cheek rested on her shoulder. her own hands coming to attach to y/s/n waist, pulling apart and sparing her one last look, going to leave to the stairs, but not before a gentle peck was placed on her hairline.

a small smile fought its place on y/ns face. though she kept on with her path to the door, opening the door to meet a rain-soaked matt. his shirt dragging down with the water soaked in it, slowly dripping the escaping droplets.

he looked up at her, his eyes trailing across his girls face.

“y/n-“

“who do you think you are showing up like this matt?” she interrupted. her eyes laying no mercy onto the man standing before her, his eyes withholding desperation, guilt swashing inside the blue, and yearn taking it all. why was he yearning for something he gave up? what gave him the fucking right?

“I- nobody- y/n, please, hang on just a minute, please.” he took in a breath, his eyes dancing across her features. she felt sick.

“I need you, I tried with her, but I couldnt. shes just- shes not, shes just not you, y/n. I need you.” his voice was laced with franticness. if it werent for the rain, she would’ve thought he was crying.

“gee matt, so it wasnt you that said ‘why do you have to be so needy?’ and dumped me? do you know where you are right now? do you realize what you did and said to me?” she spat, her voice holding a ridge toward him, his lips twitched to speak, yet she spoke first.

“oh my gosh, and I thought I cheated on you matt? what about that? you’re really gonna come back to me even after I ‘cheated’ on you? is your self respect that fucking low?” despite her very obviously pissed off demeanour, inside she was crumbling to the same fragile weak girl matt had left her the last time they saw eachother. her hands trembled with the fighting she was doing, the war to keep the emotions she wanted to scream out into the world, low and strictly inside her.

“y/n, you have to understand. I was pissed, I thought you cheated on me, but you didnt, and I know that now, please y/n, just hear me out.” his voice broke, his pre-teen voice cracks haunting the ghost of his well balanced voice. tears began welling in his eyes, slipping down his cheeks, disguising with the other rain droplets.

y/n scoffed, fed up with his bullshit. “hear you out? hear you fucking out? this is embarassing at this point, matt. get the fuck off my porch, dont come back till you’ve grown a pair and actually have good reasoning.” her words shattered matt, his tears became more consistent, becoming more visible alongside the rain. he looked pathetic.

he opened his mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. his lungs deflated in defeat. his shoulders slumped, and his eyes fell under the claim of yearn, broken, and most of all, guilt.

“no matt. you dont get to do this to me.” her previous confident, and pissed demeanour, crashed down. her voice was exasperated, yet heard so clearly throughout the rain. it echoed into matts ears, he would’ve taken her into his arms, rock her like she was his again, take her and murmur sweet things into her ear, but he chose not to, not willing to feel her push him away again like that, instead, he was left to watch as she fell apart, her tears resurfacing, her sobs racking her body, her face flushing to pink.

y/n shook her head, whispering defeatedly, “go, matt.” before turning away and opening the door infront of herself, cowering inside. she shut the door and leant her back against it, slowly sliding to the floor as gut wrenching sobs shook her body, her stomach physically hurting. a warm arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her into her sisters embrace.

sat beside her, her sister held her, letting y/n soak her sweater with tears, and y/ns wet, rain soaked shirt aswell. resting y/s/n cheek on her head, her hand rubbing gently, assuringly y/ns back, her own heart aching with having to witness her sister like this, and all because of a man.

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[rinsoap]

➣ includes : boyfriend!matsukawa issei. and lord this is sooo suggestive but it never crosses into actual smut, it's just.. kind of intense making out and hickeys. this is probably ooc but I DONT CARE! HE'S SEXY OOC!!!

note : for my love @angelkiyo bc she gave me some inspo n i luv her <333 i got totally off track from ur original idea about mattsun n makki eating crazy edibles so yeah ummmm......

"let me know if you like it" matsukawa issei grins at you, waiting for you to eat the cookie in your hand held above your head. you're splayed across his bed, head hanging off it, turned to face your boyfriend. he's close to you but sitting on his rug with his back leaning against his bed. his arms rest on his knees, head lazily lolling back, copying how you've turned to face him.

you inspect the chocolate chips warily. last time you and mattsun got baked, it had you talking to the frank ocean poster on his wall for an hour and then going completely silent, no talking, for the rest of the night. staring at the wall silently while you desperately tried to regain your composure had become a common occurence when getting high. mattsun suggested you should slow down on it, and you agreed. but recently, you had been incredibly stressed, and it had been a a month or two since you had given up weed. so when your boyfriend proposed a sesh to help ease your mind, you happily accepted. that didn't mean you weren't having at least some reservations.

"i know you've been greening out on the old shit," he takes a bite, "that's why i got a new plug. i haven't greened out yet, but i know you're low tolerence."

"you didn't have to do that, 'sei" your eyebrows raise, flattered that he would go to the trouble to do something as tedious as that.

"anything for you, pretty girl," he shrugs, and gives you a small kiss, pulling back with a lazy smile that was enough to make you feel out of it without even eating the cookie, "and i didn't really fuck with the other dude anyways, always getting my stuff late. this new guy has edibles which is so much better than having to bake it myself"

you gasp. "i thought you liked baking them with me!" you roll over onto your stomach, folding your arms to rest your chin on them, pouting. "aw baby, don't pout," he pokes your cheek, "y'know i like baking with you, we can just bake something normally." you try not to smile which only makes his grow wider. "now eat that quick i wanna go see a movie" he nods to the cookie still in your hand, and you take a bite, emphasizing each chew sarcastically. "okay but if i start tripping out trying to kiss frank ocean again it's your fault"

"i'll break you guys up, no problem. i can't have you kissing him"

"what? are you jealous?"

"yeah, of you. as soon as i break you guys up, it's my turn to kiss him. i'll defend his honour and everything"

"i can't believe you would choose frank ocean over me- you know what just... go grab your keys."

mattsun pulls into the drive-in movie, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. you continue to demolish the burger in your hand, a big grin on your face to see the movie playing was jennifer's body. "i love this movie!!" you exclaim through bites as megan fox holds a lighter to her tongue. "yo slow down" matttsun laughs and grabs the fast food bag from your lap. that pulls your gaze away from the movie to him as you lick your fingers clean from sauce, then widen your smile. "thank you for the food, baby"

he doesn't know what it is, but that has him feeling some type of way. maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's the fact that you just look so good right now. tank top spaghetti strap lazily slipping off your shoulder and little shorts riding up your thighs, makeup marinated and lip liner almost entirely smeared off under the gloss. he wanted to kiss it completely off, he wanted to slide both straps off your shoulder, he wanted you.

his pupils dilate even more, and he leans over to kiss you. your initial surprise dissipates into comfort as you melt into his touch. you tuck a stray curl behind his ear at the same time his hand goes to rest on the back of your neck. "mm, what was that for?" you giggle when he pulls away. "you just had a lil somethin' on your lips. had to get it for you"

"you're so sweetttt," you're drawing out your words, feeling dizzy from his sudden kiss, "you're sooo good to me" he love how affectionate you can be with your word when high. you refocus on the movie with a content expression on your face.

"you're so cute. i just kissed you, that's all." he muses, and he breaks your attempted concentration on the movie with a kiss to your neck. as he sucks a purple mark into your soft flesh, your breath hitches. "issei..."

"you're so sensitive like this." you can feel his teasing smile against your skin, and you internally roll your eyes. as if he isn't equally sensitive. he doesn't try to hide it, a small groan leaving his lips when his hand returns to its place on your thigh and you grip his forearm. the noises you're making has him feeling lightheaded, and he can't get enough of you. "'sei please can't you see i'm trying to watch a movie?" you complain while you lean into his touch especially when his thumb rubs on your skin. your thighs close on his hand, and he smirks, still pressing small blooming bruises into your neck. "'m sorry baby, i just can't get enough of you"