#idk why it just makes me lose it every time

[bxeckersz]

Broken Promises | Caitlin clark x fem! reader

warnings: toxic rls, language, cheating, caitlin being a master manipulator

summary: cait and y/n being toxic idk

A/N: thought abt this during class and its ass cause i havent wrote in so long

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“Caitlin i’m sick of this!” you yell, pacing around the living room as she just stood there looking stupid. You and caitlin have had the same repeating cycle for 3 years.

For three years you guys would argue, she’d walk out, you’d break up, she’d apologize, you’d have makeup sex, you’d get back together, and the cycle would repeat. It’s tiring.

you guys got in another argument after you went through caitlin’s phone and found out she’d been hooking up with some girl for a while.

“let me explain” She exhales out. “Explain for what Caitlin? What do you have to explain? I’ve seen it all! All those ‘late night practices’?” you shout at her. the neighbors could for sure hear us because of how loud you were yelling.

She’d been playing you like a fool. She would tell you she’d have “late night practices” or “media shit” and she’d really be fucking some slut.

“You’re out fucking some random girl while i’m at home going to bed alone, caitlin! Every night!” you yell at her, tears stifling down your face.

“Bro, let me talk” She sighs, covering her face with her large palms.

“No! You don’t get to talk anymore! Do you know what i’ve sacrificed for you? Hell- i’ve lost friends- family members have stopped talking to me because i moved to Indiana with you! it was all for you! everything. and this- this is what i get in return?”

“Okay, and what, I haven’t sacrificed shit for you?” She yells back at you.

you scoff, pushing past her and walking into the room. “Hey- don’t walk away. baby-“ She sighs.

“I’m done with you! for good! your not gonna keep playing with my heart- your not gonna keep treating me like this! You don’t even care- you’re never here anymore!” you sob, covering my face.

“Hey-hey- please don’t cry baby. please- let’s talk this out.. it’s not what it looks like i swear- she’s just a friend. you can even ask Aliyah,” She pleads, her voice cracking as she wraps her arms around your waist from behind.

“Yeah right. friend my ass.” you scoff, wiggling out her hold. “Baby- she’s really just a friend. nothing more, nothing less. i don’t want anyone but you, y/n. I can’t lose you. please- just let me explain.” She cracks.

You sigh, biting your bottom lip, tasting the saltiness from your tears. Your eyes were puffy and red from all the crying, your clothes soaked in tears.

You knew she was lying- you knew deep, deep down she was lying, but it sounded so genuine. And so- you found yourself naked- tangled in her embrace for the billionth time.

For weeks everything had been good. She was coming home on time, her phone was clean of anything suspicious-she dedicated all her time to you. Until- she didn’t.

she started coming home late again, she stopped giving you access to her phone- and worst of all- she came home with a small hickey on her right upper thigh.

she told you it was just lexie playing around with her makeup- but why was it so high up? and of course- you didnt press the issue because she did everything she could to make you stay.

It was 1:36 am and Caitlin still hadn’t returned home. you found yourself on the couch- the tv and the small overhead oven light being the inly source of light.

You made dinner after Caitlin told you she’d be home early. the food you made had been freezing cold the candles you lit being blew out ages ago.

You sighed, that familiar lump in your throat forming as you stormed into the room. You swiped your side of the room of everything, grabbing bags and suitcases. You began stuffing the various items into the bag, making sure you left nothing behind.

For 3 years, all you did was love and support that girl. and she couldn’t even give you a dinner in response.

You stormed to the closet, grabbing everything of yours. you had everything of yours packed. You slipped on your shoes, making sure you left your side nice and clean. You then made your way into the bathroom, collecting your belongings.

Once the whole house was cleared from your belongings, you grabbed your phone and blocked caitlin on everything. You grabbed your car keys off the hook, walking out the complex door.

you loaded everything in your car before calling your mom. You were done with caitlin- officially.

she played with you way too much.

“Im on my way to your house” You cried as your mom picked up the phone. “what happened? why’re you crying? calm down” she jumbled out. “I’ll explain later” You mumbled, words muffled by your cries.

“Just be careful on the road- love you” She says, her voice full of worry.

had you made the right choice??

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Thanks for reading all the way through!

might do a pt 2 to this w caits pov

felt good to write again lowk also ts is not spell checked or nun so

[carnelianly]

hi bae i recently followed you and i love every single thing you’ve posted,,, idk if this is a safe space but… like hitting art… him letting you and telling you he loves you and kissing you after

omg this is definitely a safe space babe let’s talk about this!!

hi this is my public service announcement that this is not a healthy relationship dynamic and you not ever put your hands on your partner. that is not okay irl unless there is expressed consent. this is also a very romanticized depiction and theoretically there should be more discussion and communication okay okay, end scene and with that out the way->

the first time you hit art being during an argument. you slap him after he says something a little too provocative, because art’s always been the type to say things to try and get under your skin when he’s mad. like he’s trying to get you to react and be the bad guy, stoop to his level.

but you slap him for saying something just a little bit too out of line, and the whole argument comes to a screeching halt as he stumbles back, holding his cheek in his hand as he looks down at the floor, and then back up at you in fear. he’s petrified.

and you just look baffled with yourself, not even realizing that was something you were capable of. you look down at your hands, like you didn’t know they could do that, and then back up at him.

he gulps. he thinks he’s in for it. but there also a weird feeling he can’t quite place. there’s that rush of adrenaline he got from the hit, and that bubble of shame welling up in his stomach.

he doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but it kinda felt good to watch you lose your temper, for you to break and fall from that pedestal he puts you on, and to see you for what you are. and you look hot when you’re angry. for a good second there he thought you were gonna kill him, and it was horrifying, sure, but.. god, is he getting hard?

he’s definitely lightheaded, standing there completely still, as if if he didn’t move, you wouldn’t notice that he’s getting turned on from the fact that you just hit him. you slapped him. you hurt him, god it stung so bad, why is he so fucking turned on from it?

“art?” you murmur, not wanting to cross the distance yet, “i… i’m so sorry, i.. can i get closer and take a look?” you sound unsure, tense, like you’re afraid that he’s upset at you. of course you’re worried, but he can’t help that it’s a hit to his heart. you’re worried that you’ve just ruined everything and he’s biting his lip trying to keep in the horniness.

he nods at your question, and you come closer, tentatively reaching out to pet his cheek, “oh.. oh baby, i’m so so sorry, i.. i really didn’t mean to do this. that doesn’t change what i did, but—“

“hey,” he cuts you off, trying to ease your nerves, “i’m not mad at you. we’re okay. you’re okay. it didn’t hurt that bad, just for a second there it stung.” and you sigh, closing your eyes.

art never told you how hard he came jerking off in the shower that night. he couldn’t have asked for sex right then and there, you were so frazzled and distracted and it wasn’t the right time, but thinking about how mad you looked for him going until he came so hard he was seeing stars.

a couple weeks later you’re making out with him on the couch, lips on his, straddling his lap, before he gasps out, “slap me,” his words move past his lips in a daze, he doesn’t even realize he said them until it’s too late.

you pull back, brows furrowed, “…what? uhm.. art, if this is some kinda joke—”

“no, baby, i.. i mean it.. please hit me, like last time. it was so hot..” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your neck delicately, ���please, baby.”

and he eventually gets you to oblige, a good amount of begging usually works on you. so you slap him again, and he moans this time, surprising you both, but there’s something so hot about how his face contorts into pleasure when you slap him.

you lean back in to keep making out with him, and your hand brushes his cheek sweetly, as if apologizing, but he doesn’t need that. he needs you to hit him again and again until he gets dizzy.

and this begins the cycle of passionate make out sessions being routinely interrupted with a slap on his cheek or some other form of pain like your nails digging into his skin, carving moons into him.

and every time, without a doubt, he looks up at you with the most pleasure-filled look in his eyes and he mouth hanging open as he smiles slightly, whispering, “i love you,” even as his skin tingles from the aftermath. and when you lean back in to kiss him, gripping his face roughly, especially right over the sensitive skin you slapped, he knows you love him too.

[eir-trixa]

WOTTG SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT

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Can you believe Rick is validating me in my Percy-is-the-most-empathic-character take? I have legal basis but boi does it feel nice to have canon confirmation.

Second that book was short af I got the gist of it all while reading for like an hour.

Third, we addressed everyone else’s trauma. Percy’s still the group therapist LMAO 😭😭😭

Fourth, my son is such a good kid yall, this is why I lose five years of my life when someone insults or when he insults himself jfc my child.

Im honestly still processing and I have to reread the ending. Did it address Percy’s issues? Im going to go with “a bit” and call it a night. I mean, I guess it did? Percy got to unload and help Gale and Hecuba. We got an insight to how he’s managing to stay up and fighting and good despite all the shit he’s put into. Honestly the fact that he saw the humanity in Gale and Hecuba, that he saw their pain and grief and thats what made them trust him, that is so good. And the way he related to them. Goodness. And it highlights again how good a person he is, how much he feels and cares. I mean, he cried cause he had to send Mrs O Leary away, I cant with this kid-

I supposed what Im left unsatisfied with is how he still perceives himself as dumb? Baby, you survived San Fran for two months as a homeless kid without memories and pursued by different monsters who cant die. Youre the furthest thing from dumb.

He cant see this of course and while it was slightly addressed(?) by Annabeth telling him to his face that she doesnt give him enough credit, that he’s pretty smart, I dont think thats enough for addressing this particular issue. There was a time in the middle that he almost snapped because he thought Annabeth probably thinks him too dumb to know what to do next. Which I understand is frustrating to him. But to be fair this book made him look at Annabeth for a solution a lot. Theres also little comments about how when he cant think of anything - which is every 60 seconds apparently according to him- he looks at Annabeth. This doesnt help the co dependent allegations LMAO. Idk, I will die on the Hill that Percy is one of the smartest people in the series, not just emotionally but also in strategy. And theres, of course, nothing wrong with looking at the genius strategist for answers. Ive mixed feelings because definitely this is more of a Percy-insecurity issue than an Annabeth-being-bossy issue. But okay. One more book, heres to hoping we get more heart to heart on that front because Im 999998% sure she doesnt mean to make him feel stupid, Percy’s just got a lot of demons to fight but this in particular they need to figure out together. Still, its obvious how much they care for each other still. If only Dave and Hana did not piss me off at the start Id probably be a little more lenient about this.

Annabeth’s fatal flaw also makes a comeback, we love to see it.

And Sally Estelle Jackson. Now we have to find out wth is Percy’s middle name cause if Sally has one odds are she gave her son too. Trust me. Im Filipino. Iykyk.

Lastly, while I will forever and ever and ever support the trio from pjotv (theyre perfect and have done nothing wrong ever) I can see Rick’s injecting their personalities into the books. Im not sure if he does this on purpose or just subconsciously LMAO. Some of Grover’s dialogue is definitely inspired by Aryan. Percy being Lanky? Walker through and through, especially with his growth spurt lmao, and Annabeth’s confidence? All Leah. I can see what Rick’s trying to do. Ive no opinion on this, just pointing it out. I do love love love the live action. Just. I can see you Rick. You aint slick.

So there. I probably would need to reread the book properly at some point.

[m1njeongluvr]

Heat of the Hour

- Smut and kinda fluff

A/N: Idk it was Interesting to write this to say the least i was losing ideas for it but i somehow finished it

Warning: kissing, eating out... just full of gayness

Requested: @pandoraha

You wake up after a long night. Your head is hurting and you just feel tired. You turn your head and you see Chaewon just looking at you. "Good morning gorgeous."

Her voice is soft, yet it sends a rush of heat through you. You look at her better, her short hair tangled slightly, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. You just can't help yourself but feel aroused.

“Good morning,” you reply, the corners of your lips curling into a smile. You notice the way her eyes flicker down your body, filled with playful intent.

Last night’s memories play vividly in your mind, and as you catch her gaze on your body, you know today is going to be different.

Chaewon leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “I was thinking... maybe I could use some help waking up,” she whispers, you can just hear the lust in her voice as her fingers play with your hand.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? What did you have in mind?"

"Well you know how stressed i have been lately.. with work.." You nod, your curiosity piqued. “I can only imagine. Is that why you’re looking at me like you will eat me alive?”

Her smile widens, revealing a hint of playful determination. “Maybe. I think I need a little… distraction.”

As she leans in even closer, her lips almost brushing against yours, a shiver runs through you. Chaewon's hand finds your thigh, fingers grazing the skin just above your pajama shorts. You can feel the warmth radiating off her, her intentions clear, but also teasingly ambiguous.

You swallow hard, feeling your pulse quicken. “What kind of distraction are we talking about?” you ask.

"Well you know.. the one that helps you forget all of your worries at once." With that she leans in, finally kissing you. The kiss was slow but full of passion.

She sat on your lap, her hands moving to get tangled in your hair. Your hands on her hips.

Your lips started exploring her jaw, and then her neck. You pull away and lay her down on the bed, then you continue where you left off.

As your lips travel down her body, you feel her shiver beneath your touch, a mix of anticipation and delight radiating from her. You take your time, savoring every moment, each kiss a silent pledge of affection and desire. The way her breath hitches when you reach her thighs ignites something primal within you, a desire to explore further.

Chaewon’s fingers tangle in your hair, gently guiding your movements closer to where she wants you most. “That feels amazing,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with need.

You pause for a brief moment, looking into her eyes, searching for the silent permission that dances within them. Her gaze is filled with trust and longing, urging you onward. So, you lean in, nuzzling against her inner thighs before delicately kissing the soft skin there.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as you push your tongue in her pussy, and you watch as her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation. It’s intoxicating—the way her body responds to your touch, the way her breathing quickens, it makes you want her even more.

As your tongue is dancing inside her you place your thumb against her soft clit,  slowly massaging it.

“Please... don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice barely audible but filled with desperation.

You are entranced by her reactions—the way her body responds, the flush of her skin, the way she arches into your touch. You grip her thigh, anchoring her as you continue your exploration, every flick of your tongue eliciting soft sounds of pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, lost in a haze of sensation, and you feel her warmth radiate against you. The intimacy of this moment envelops you both, every kiss and touch binding you closer together in a dance of trust and desire.

Her fingers tug gently at your hair, guiding you as she whispers words of encouragement, each one spurring you on. “Please, I need more…” she breathes, and the urgency in her voice sends a thrill through you.

You focus on her soft, sensitive pussy, exploring every inch with a mix of fervor and tenderness. Your tongue thrusts inside her, drawing soft, shuddering breaths from her, and the way her hips instinctively arch toward you urges you to continue, pushing the limits of her pleasure.

“Right there,” she gasps, her voice thick with need as you find a rhythm that matches the frantic beating of the heart that you can feel beneath your lips.

“More… please…” she whines, her eyes fluttering open just enough for you to see the depths of her want. It’s intoxicating, and you were the source of her pleasure, the way you’re able to push her closer to the edge.

You decelerate just a moment, ensuring she feels every sensation, every flick of your tongue, every moment that ignites that sweet tension within her. The way her body responds to you, the soft gasps and the rapid breaths, tells you she’s nearing her peak.

As the urgency builds, you decide to take her there. You quicken your movements, your tongue working in tandem with your fingers, stroking her with deft precision. You watch as her chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly, the flush on her cheeks deepening.

Then, in an instant, it all unravels. Chaewon’s back arches, and a loud moan escapes her lips, reverberating through the air as waves of pleasure crash over her. You can feel the intensity of her release, the way her body pulses against you, the taste of her sweetness overwhelming and exhilarating.

You continue to relish her high, pressing soft kisses along her thighs as she comes down, each new wave of sensation ebbing and flowing until it all ends.

When she finally catches her breath, her gaze meets yours, filled with gratitude and a hint of playful mischief once more. “See? I told you I needed a distraction,” she teases, her voice still slightly breathless.

You grin, basking in the warmth of your shared experience. “And I think we both found one.”

She pulls you in for a kiss, one that’s soft yet charged with the remnants of the heat that just transpired between you.

She pulls away and nuzzles into your chest. You both fall asleep together, cuddling. One day off work won't hurt right?

[theshadowrealmitself]

Me: I really need to go to sleep now or I’ll just be upset when I wake up in the morning, and I definitely don’t wanna accidentally miss the bus

Brain: I understand

-Total Silence-

Brain: “Is this the episode where he lost his house?”

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[cometblaster2070]

when i was a kid and i was watching ever after high i would always see those moments where cerise would just go feral, yk, when she'd just start growling at people and her more animalistic tendencies would come out, and i would just think, 'WOW THIS IS SO STUPID??? HOW CAN THEY NOT TELL SHE'S HALF-WOLF??? SHE IS LITERALLY CLEARLY EXHIBITING NOTHING BUT WOLF BEHAVIOR???'

and now that we've grown older and wiser i've come to the solemn conclusion that everyone thought cerise was that one really weird girl in middle school who had her 'I'm a Wolf' phase and just didn't grow out of it by the time high school came around.

cerise is also canonically really buff and athletic and ngl she could be lowkey terrifying if she wanted to, so there were probably not many people there willing to make fun of her or call her out for acting like this anyways.

ALSO, side hc that the wonderlandians of course are NOT used to this by any measure and so when cerise growls or snaps at them they're just like ??? while someone else goes 'haha classic cerise' in the corner.

so just like:

*cerise bumps into lizzie*

Lizzie: Off with your head!

Cerise: *straight up GROWLING*

Lizzie:

Lizzie: Hey, what the fuck.

Briar: Haha, good one, Cerise; your growl's more realistic than ever!

The Wonderlandians: Excuse me what the fuck is this normal???

maddie of course is delighted by this however and probably does know cerise's secret via the narrators. tbh, she probably adds more to the 'wolfgirl bit' in order to keep cerise's secret safe.

[shimmerluna]

i do think there's probably something suspicious about the way everyone loves Ca$h and Quinni and their depth while essentially reducing Darren to their shared supporting character and/or the sassy black woman(/person in this case) stereotype, but I feel somewhat hypocritical bringing it up

[sskk-manifesto]

(*・ω・*)b♪

[hecksupremechips]

The best feeling in the world is when there’s a piece of media you know you love and you’ve hyped it up as your favorite thing for so long but you haven’t revisited it in a while so you start to worry if it’s really as good as you make it out to be and so you go back and revisit it and it’s like. Oh this is even better than I remembered this shit rules

[dahldahlbills]

I really need to get serious about personal projects again

[1punch]

" Now that I think about it... I have the sensation I never had that happening. Could say I never paid it any mind either. It's not like I don't especially like it, not a complex either. However, is it really ok? No... can't be ok. Can't help but think it's something I lost in the daily battles towards becoming a hero. Am I supposed to have this issue more in mind? Come to think of it, I didn't really have time to unpack it... if it was a normal guy then... "

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" That’s not the point... I have the feeling that things like a heart to heart interaction, sharing an umbrella, warmth, are all things broken away in my life. Other people can have things like big events and circumstances happening, romances and such bringing happiness in their daily lives. I have the feeling something broke, and that sweet-like fluffy, nice stuff just fell right off from me. That's what I meant. "

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[lavenderjewels]

I actually really like Yuuta in this fight against Sukuna despite hating his role in kenjaku’s death. I am a little worried his powers could overshadow other characters, since he can just copy Sukuna’s or Angel’s and use it against Sukuna. I don’t want it to enter in a territory similar to the Gojo fight where eventually something has to happen to kill or weaken Yuuta just because he’s overpowered either. Love the team up, just wish there was a way to make his role slightly less prominent and to let other characters shine, especially since the other characters could do well with having more development and spotlight

[hiddenbeks]

they don't know i'm planning major changes to my da worldstate,,