#broken relationships

[thegamingcatmom]

TRTHRR - NSFW edition under the cut!

She lacks the patience when it comes to actively pursuing someone, it's true. But when it comes to this? When she finally has you? She'll stop rushing to live this moment (any many more to come) to its fullest. She'll drape herself over you like the luxurious fur that adorns her bed, pressing you down into the mattress until every inch of you is covered in all that is her. The tip of her nose touches yours as she enters you slowly, consciously. She wants to feel every ridge and twitch, wants to map you from inside, really. She wants to feel you come undone beneath her, body quivering against her own - frozen, never-changing, rock-solid as she presses you harder into the mattress, pinning you like a lioness securing her kill. The sound of your combined existence is no less but the sweetest symphony to her, one she plans on listening to until the end of time. Over and over again.

You're mewling, hot breath hitting her icy skin, legs wrapped tightly around her while your hands push against her chest - only to cling to her shoulders one moment later. Pulling. Pushing. Pulling. Pushing. Dancing, as you always did.

Not that it mattered.

Not when she'll stare right down your soul, daring you to refuse her gaze as she breaks you (in).

Not when refusing was never an option.

Not when it comes to her.

Kate has an itch that needs scratching, and she knows you do too. But unless it means burying her fake dick to the hilt - in whichever opening you'll so graciously offer - she's not one for deep stuff (yet). She doesn't care about the how or where (she does have her preferences though). And, despite all evidence to the contrary, she couldn't care less about "breaking" you. Not like that, at least (she isn't exactly known to be a gentle lover). I mean, what's the point?

What's she to do with a brain-dead toy?

So yeah, we're not gonna do that.

...What we're gonna do instead is join forces in the most delicious ways, because if there's anything Kate the Great loves more than sex, it's sex with the added benefit of driving her broomstick of a sister up a wall. Because you see-

You might not realize it yet, but the two of you have a common enemy. And while she doesn't plan on fucking your brains out right in front of her (...), she also wouldn't mind "accidently" getting caught. Either way, she's winning. For damn once.

And well, y'know what they say...

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. >;3

She wants to crawl into you, sink her teeth in, and drain you from the inside. But it's not hunger that drives her - not the kind she's used to, at least. It's a deep-rooted, impossible to ignore craving that overrides everything else, clashing with the instinctual need to eliminate the disease before it spreads further. She wants you close, but then she doesn't. She wants to suffocate you-

...by kissing you until your lungs collapse. Until your heart gives out. Until you punch her-

Or try to, anyway.

She won't let you, of course. Because while you might be ignorant about her entire being, she's well aware your bones would shatter against her stony skin.

And it irks her that she cares.

You irk her.

...

So of course, the next logical step is to try and suffocate you in earnest.

Her lips are back on yours before you can blink, pushing you against the wall, hand surging up to catch your head just as it's about to hit wood before it switches to cradling your face. Her other hand joins moments later. She's nowhere and everywhere all at once, towering over you like an avenging angel, caging you in like she means it.

Like it's needed.

There's nothing you can do to stop your arms from winding around her neck, rising up to stand on your tippy toes as her tongue fills you.

There's nothing you can do to stop the sigh from slipping free as her hands wander down your body.

And there's certainly nothing you can do to stop her from picking you up like a lost coin and carrying you off towards her treasure chest.

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"COPYCAT" and "hostage" (Billie Eilish) really left an impact on me, it seems. Highly recommend giving it a listen. 🖤

[trekahouse]

It’s power in knowing what they think you don’t know and saying nothing. I saw the look of disgust when I shared my good news. I said nothing. I caught your shady comment, and I smiled. I felt the atmosphere shift when I entered the room, but I kept my head high. I noticed the subtle competition, so I keep my goals quiet. I made mental notes and didn’t say a word. Now I move accordingly.

Treka L. House

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

All I wanted was you

Why couldn't you see that?

You could only see me

Wanting anything else.

[crmsnmth]

The Most Blatant Lie I've Ever Told

If I could change just one thing in my life I wouldn't date you. I wouldn't have a relationship with you I wouldn't fall in love with you

I wouldn't hold you in my arms on late hot nights I wouldn't swim and drown, every single time I saw your eyes As if I forgot them every time you looked away I wouldn't have had to learn your laungage both in body and in slang I wouldn't find myself writing words of love and affection dedicated to you

I wouldn't have learned just how to sleep within your bed I would've never left my tiny town for your metropolis I might have even held on to the little bit of dignity I had But they all seem to say some things are just wishful thinking and I haven't seen a shooting star in years

I wouldn't have stopped the earth itself when you I love you first, as if it were some twisted race I wouldn't have learned that a person can be a home I wouldn't have learned what love is supposed to be I wouldn't know what compromise means

I wouldn't have to learned how to love or be loved I wouldn't have learned what hurt feels like what pains is what torture is I wouldn't have every learned of what betrayal is I wouldn't have to lose you

If I never had you in the first place Maybe I'd be fine.

[wordsunforgotten]

Grieving what never came to be

Of all the many words that I would have said, in  a time when I was not so weary and full of uncertainty, in a time where we may have been kinder, closer, more loving, if not for what fate has chosen for us, these words are the most important left:

I'm sorry we were not closer.

I'm sorry that our own sadness and selfishness and fear led us into challenges we had to face alone instead of together. In another, better world, things could have been different.

We would have stayed up late, playing games and laughing.

We would have baked bread together.

We would have made inside jokes.

We would have given each other silly nicknames.

Our mistakes and anger would've been forgiven.

We would have loved each other.

I'm sorry that this was never our truth. I'm sorry that it's not true now. I'm sorry if it never becomes true.

I hope you know that now, even when I peel an orange, or watch a funny movie, or see a pretty sunset, if I pause for too long, I can feel your absence there, for something that should have been and is not.

3:45 AM

[captain-lessship]

Oh Mother Green Pt. 1

“Alright, what the fuck have you ordered now?” You shouted as you looked the crate into the living room.

Murdoc rose up off the sofa, nervously laughing, “About that… that would be our guitarist.”

You looked at him, “Murdoc. Human trafficking is a crime!” You began to panic. “Get the prybar, 2D!”

The lanky singer walked to the closet, you knocked on the crate, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

A knock came back. “It’s okay, we’ll get you out of there.”

2D came back with the prybar and handed it to you, “Here, do you think she’s okay in there?”

You wedged the hooked in under the wooden lid, “She better be or you are going to have to explain it to the police.” You said, looking at Murdoc.

After a few attempts, you broke the lid off, revealing a surprisingly calm little girl. You locked eyes with her and instantly there was a feeling of protectiveness.

Ever since that meeting in the FedEx crate, you loved Noodle more than you ever thought you were capable of loving anyone or anything else.

You smiled as you were cooking up a small breakfast when a pair of arms came around your legs. It was Noodle.

“Morning,” you said, attention going back to the pancake you prepared to flip.

The little girl went to go sit at the table, waiting on you. You saw her out of the corner of your eye playing with the fork and butter knife. Yet again, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, this time further up on you.

“Morning, Murdoc.” You said, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cooking?”

“Pancakes and I am thinking about attempting a cat shaped one for a little someone.” You said loud enough for her to hear, drawing a smile from her.

Murdoc tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “What’s got you in a lovey mood?” You giggled.

“It’s just me, you… and the kid.” He said.

“Oh so you’re embarrassed of me around the boys.” You tsk-ed at him.

Murdoc rolled his eyes playfully, “Always trying to pick a fight.” He removed his arms and walked to the table where Noodle sat. You glanced at the scene before you: Murdoc and Noodle simply talking, even though Noodle was talking a entirely different language, he seemed to understand to an extent.

You smiled at the sight. Murdoc was rough a little deep than the edges but deeper down than most would care to look was a good man, a caring one, one that wanted more than life would give him. That was why he tried so hard to be this over the top rockstar and he was successful with it.

You couldn’t help but think back to the younger days of your relationship, when your mom warned you about boys like him and your dad was tempted to drown him in the bathtub.

You remembered when you ran off with him, with only a back pack, purse and your last paycheck from your cashier job; Oh, how your mom cried and your dad yelled as you rode away on the back of his motorcycle, not caring how fast and how far he was going to go. Being nineteen, young and free was how you saw him still.

Since that day, you enjoyed being the missus. You helped plan out shows, you made the real estate deal for Kong Studio and you took care of them all.

You flipped the last pancake onto a plate, “Who wants the first one?”

It had been years since then. Still, you smiled as you thought about it all, fond memories hung in your head like forgotten Christmas lights.

Noodle’s Sweet Sixteenth Birthday, 2D getting his Law Degree, Russel publishing a cookbook and Murdoc and you getting married, lasting a few years then getting ‘divorced’ after it was brought to light that he forged the marriage certificate.

You and Murdoc had, like many rockstar young love havers, fell apart but Noodle still called you ‘Mama’ which was the highest honor you could have ever been given.

You were sitting on the porch, gently humming as you painted when you heard someone call your name.

“Mama!” You looked up and saw your sweetheart, “I got you something!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You said, standing up and walking to open the walk way gate for her. As soon as she closes it behind her, you put your arms around her. You kissed her cheek as you both walked up the path, “You must be tired, sit here. I made lemonade!” You said, cheerily.

“I need to talk to you.”

You stopped and looked at her, “About what, sweetie?”

Noodle looked at you, “Murdoc started a cult.”

“What for?”

“Seducing a demon.”

You laughed lightly, “Of course it was, poor bastard could never pick up girls, I had to go to him.” You then rolled your eyes, “Execpt the Paula Cracker incident, could’ve killed him right then and there

“Mama, I think he misses you.”

You went silent. A life full of peace, quiet and no obligations is what you were living now.

You had your daughter, a few friends that came over and talked about books, gossip and recipes with, a side hustle of making paintings and doing portraits of people. But oh god, did you miss him.

“What makes you think that?” You asked her. You looked at her long and hard, mind drifting back to the little girl who was scared of the dark and wanted orange juice with every meal.

The teenager who crashed your car into a light post and told you to get out of her room.

The young lady who shone brightly with the influence of your kindness and Murdoc’s ambition, who was looking at you; thirty years of love, pride and purest joy staring at you.

“He seems so lonely and he still has a picture of you in his wallet. Multiple actually, which, quick question, did you really look like that in the 80s?”

You chuckled, “Why yes, my hair was that big, bleached and frizzled. A real Janet Gardener type but if you thought mine were bad, god, you should’ve seen Murdoc, a Kip Winger reject.”

Noodle noticed how you lit up talking about your youth and how you and he used to be. She knew you missed him too.

[zaynes-nieve]

Spoilers ig?!

I'm probably totally late to this, but I got bored and decided to watch Sonic Prime cause I loved the murder mystery and wow. That shit was crazy and amazing. Though I'm not a Sonic fan per se, I can't tell you how accurate it is to the characters. The only show I ever watched was Sonic Underground (Rest in Peace), but I loved it a lot. One relationship stood out to me the most, though. Sonic and Nine (Red Dimension Tails) I could tell where it was going from the beginning, though I'm not happy at all to see it become a reality. Their friendship was doomed to fail because, in all fairness, not the fault of Sonic, really. He only saw his friend in Nine and not Nine himself. Not to say that he didn't cherish Nine either, but come on, we all saw how he talked about Nine. He was always kinda comparing all of them, not just Nine to his original friends. And there was no way that was ever going to end up going well. But it wasn't his fault either. Imagine suddenly ending up in a broken world with only people who had the exact features and voice (not always) around you in an unfamiliar world. You would latch on. You would try to make any connection between what you lost and what is in front of you. That's grief. That's coping. But It isn't fair to the person you're doing that, too. Though I wish it could have happened another way, this is reality. I'm not excited to see when they finally duke it out. It also brings up the concern about what happens to these universes when he finally gets the crystals back and whole. Honestly, I wish was brought up more cause- Like Sonic, you might literally be asking for Nine to off himself and anyone else in these worlds wtf.