୨⎯ “𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬”⎯୧

Relationships are something you’ve never been able to be in for long. It’s not like you didn’t want them to work, you just couldn’t get them too. Something would happen that’s not big enough to break up over but not small enough to ignore. Like always you’d bring it up and then they’d dismiss you telling you that you’re overreacting. A very common occurrence in all your relationships and it usually led to you breaking up with your partner because if there’s one thing you hated it was being overlooked and your feelings being invalidated. You always told yourself that you’d never let any man walk all over you because you grew up watching it happen to your mom but here you were looking just like her.

Getou was your longest relationship. You had been with him for four years and you truly loved him and you felt like nothing could change that. There were things that bothered you here and there but you were willing to work them out like now. “I’m not saying that. I just want you to listen to me a bit more. I’m starting to think you don’t even like me. You spend all your time with them and when you come home you’re too tired for me.” Getou had recently been spending loads of time with his little friend group he’d made at this new job he’d gotten. They were always dragging him to this place and to that place. It’s not like he hadn’t invited you to these outings because he did and sometimes you’d go but he’d basically ignore you the whole time you were there so naturally you stopped going. Plus you wanted to spend time with him and him alone, not him and his friends. You wanted to be all lovey dovey without him pulling away because his friends would tease him. “That’s not true.” He denied and your lips curled down into a small frown. It was ironic because he had just denied spending time with you, insisted on going to sleep, and was now preparing for bed. “I’ve just been tired from work.” He gave you a short chaste kiss on your lips and placed his big hand on the small of your back rubbing little circles. It was something he’d do when you were overwhelmed and it used to be so comforting before he started using it to get you to drop your argument. “It’s late. Let's go to bed and talk about this in the morning, hm?” He hummed. The way his voice lowered to a much softer tone than before would’ve made you lie down with him but the problem was you’d never talk about this in the morning. You’d wake up and look over and the side of his bed would be messy with him nowhere to be seen. “Getou. You aren’t listening. Again.” You said sternly and he frowned. He looked disappointed and God did it break your heart to see that look on his face.

“I just want us to be together more. I can’t keep acting like it doesn’t bother me that we don’t spend any time with each other because it does. Look, I know you want to spend time with your friends but please. Please make time for me.” You furrowed your brows at his reaction. You swore you saw him roll his eyes. He let out a long tired sigh. “You’re really complaining over something so small?” He said it as more of a statement than a question but it rang in your ears and it hurt more each time you replayed it in your head. “I thought we'd already gotten over this.” He scoffed, slowly letting go of you and stepping back a little. His actions weren’t unnoticed by you and it hurt a little thinking about it. You wanted to take back what you said. You regretted it but there was no way you could just take it back now. Why would you anyway? It wouldn’t resolve anything and you wanted this relationship to work and if he broke up with you for trying to make it work then so be it. “It may be small to you but it’s not small to me. I miss you and you’re right here. Can’t you see that’s a problem?” Your voice was laced with desperation. It was pathetic, really, that you would probably have to beg him to hang out with you. His face scrunched up and he scoffed before turning on his heels and heading towards the closet. Your face scrunched up because you knew what he was doing. It was something he’d picked up recently (probably from his friends). He’d run. “Getou, that's not fair. You don’t just get to leave every time I try to talk to you.” He continued packing a small bag and you followed him around the house eventually ending up in the living room where he was gathered his stuff, watching as he placed it carefully in his bag. “Getou!” You said a little louder than usual and he didn’t bother to even look at you. He just grabbed his bag, put his shoes and a shift on, and headed for the door. “Getou if you leave this time then we’re done.” A small tinge of guilt started to eat you up as he looked at you in disbelief. “If you want to be like that- .” He cut himself off and left slamming the door behind him. It wasn’t the last time you were going to see him. Maybe if you apologized he’d come back but a part of you didn’t want him too. You tried to talk to him and he walked out on you. Wasn’t that clear enough that he didn’t care?

my therapist: do you have a type?

me: women that are old enough to be my mother

i need a sevika + ambessa tagteam asap

TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

like wdym you sucked my titty while giving backshots???

⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ❀ HOW TLOU + ARCANE WOMEN BRAT TAME YOU.

3.4k words total, not proofread.

note: yeah .. this is just filth. i’m sorry for any typos or over usage of words, writing this sucked the life out of me.

SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL

me and my lovely moots

got stressed so bad i had to smoke one

YELLOWJACKETS 3.07 | Croak

This was typical siblingism btw.

literally me and my sisters (average sister fight)