Growing up with all those love-hate twisted feelings, teen fem Buggy sometimes thought of slashing fem Shanks' face. But when seeing 3 scars on ♀️🍶's wanted poster ♀️🤡felt uncontrollable burning rage inside.
The first time they had s3x, ♀️🤡can't help but cut a line on ♀️🍶's then perfect skin. After that, every time they did it, a cut is left. After separation, ♀️🍶sometimes traced the scars while fingering herself. There aren't so many & they were fading.
Each of them saved the memories of those teenagers night vivid like fever dreams. "I am HER woman. Her mark is still on me" ♀️🍶mumbled to herself, wishing to feel that sweet sharp pain under ♀️🤡's knifes again.
After reunion, just the sign of ♀️🤡flashing her shiny knifes made ♀️🍶wet. "I'm pathetic" ♀️🍶thought. Decades has passed, they're no longer hormonal girls without any sex ed. Unlike ♀️🤡 with her DF power, ♀️🍶has many battle scars, even losing an arm.
"There's not much left to be desired in this old woman's body"♀️🍶watched herself nude in the mirror, was nervous but still brought a bottle of rum to ♀️🤡&tried to seduced her.
Ofc ♀️🍶succeeded 😌.The look of ♀️🤡when she saw the bare severed arm scar was priceless & triggered sth dark in ♀️🍶. "She still wants me", a twisted delight sparked. Unconsciously ♀️🍶has realized ♀️🤡is possessive of her.
So possessive that ♀️🤡wished she could be the only one allowed to harm ♀️🍶. So ♀️🍶separated her legs, showing the inner thighs skin where ♀️🤡carved scars used to be,said:"Mark me like u did before"
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Long post because while I don’t have the time as much lately, there are things I refuse to let go and pieces of 💩 should be held accountable.
First of all, couldn't have said it any better @capoteera 👏 @bostonboy1981, V, is thesweetest person anyone could ever know. She’s never called anyone names (like I do for example😂) never been after anyone on here, even though God knows how many rightful reasons she has to actually do it!
But V, we all know why they go after you, it's because you’re a true fan who cares enough to always find Chris content first. Like you said, you aren't being sent anything, you just know where and how to look.
The fact that you always beat them to everything, plus having Lisa actually following you drives them absolutelv crazy and it shows. We know by now they are very bitter, very jealous people, so I can only imagine how much it kills them that someone so close to Chris follows you. Plus that follow negates everything they've been saying for the last 3 years about Lisa not being ok with Alba and his choices and whatnot's.
They are dying Imao.
As for what they said about you, I didn't want to post their stupid words out of respect for you, but since you've decided to do it first, I'll take it as a green light for me to do it too. Just wanted to show how all those anons are actually from the biggest idiot of them all, the most jealous, the most crazy and the one who's always wrong:
Captregina.
Not only do we know her style by now (wrong usage of spacing and punctuation)⬇️
She is also dumb enough to send all the anons in one go, and her even dumber lap dog, Rogers, posts them all in one go too 😂⬇️
And finally, Captregina, Mandy, whatever your name is, you’re probably aware that more than one of your ex IRL friends are doing the rounds on lots of blogs, telling all about your ugly personality and what a piece of shit you are. They’re also telling all about your “marriage” arrangement and what it really is. With lots of details and proofs. Therefore, I don’t understand how YOU, of all people, think you’re in a position to question other people’s marriages or family lives. Most people know about your sad life by now and I really think that all that you do online is projecting. You’re trying to deal with unacceptable aspects of your life by placing them onto another person.
So really, shut the fuck up. Because remember that, just like you, karma’s a bitch.
Where Sanemi slowly reveals his domestic side (aka this is domestic fluff ig).
OR
Where Sanemi farms aura points ✨ nonchalantly ✨ (in the kitchen cuz guys he's a great cook, where else is he gonna cook and eat up).
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Yoshida liked the normality in everyday life. She liked a reliable routine she could fall back to if things were ever disrupted. Very few changes tend to happen in the Yoshida estate. Even with the coming and going of patients and medicine, the day typically started and ended in the same manner. Lately, however, Yoshida noticed that some things did start to change. Like how there was now an additional room cleaned more regularly than not, how the extra cushion in zashiki stopped being put away a few weeks ago, and how the food supply now always accounted for another person. She didn't mind these small additions to her routine, but it was the man that came along with these changes that made it more noticeable.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's visits to the Yoshida estate had become more frequent as of late. He still continued with his travelling, of course, but the interval between his leaving and arriving seemed to become shorter and shorter as time went on. Every time he visited, he brought with him his rough demeanor, blunt responses, and murderous glares. It wasn't a personality everyone could handle. While he had definitely mellowed out over the months after the final battle, the defensive exterior he had carefully crafted to protect himself wasn't one he could easily break down. In fact, it was more so that he had identified himself with it over the years of cruelty and bloodshed. Yoshida, however, still noticed how behind his rough exterior, he would silently gather the dishes and wash after every meal, how he would take heavy things off Yoshida's shoulders even when he was doing something else, how neatly he hung the futons to air it out, and how he listened silently to her apprentice, Yukiko, as she talked his ear off about medicinal herbs.
He wasn't a man of many nice words, but what he lacked in words, he made up for in action. It wasn't exactly easy for Sanemi to face years of suppressed emotion and to process it healthily. Oftentimes, his first instinct was to suppress any emotion other than anger. He had, after all, curated his daily vocabulary to reflect his anger towards the world and, by extension, everyone else in it. He was too busy surviving to even acknowledge the kindness he possessed within him. He was forced to undermine it, even, in favor of his constant self blame and degradation. Lately, though, now that the world didn't face as much shit with the demons gone, he couldn't fall back to the anger he used to displace towards the demons. All he was left with was the fight with himself, and that was an uphill battle. One more difficult than even fighting Muzan, but it was one he knew damn well he was going to take. It was going to take time, of course, but he did try his best to slowly heal the child in him who the world had taken too much from. So he did it by action. Because actions were far easier to convey than words. Especially when his words always tend to have a negative connotation under it, although he didn't mean to.
And it was because of his actions that Yoshida noticed the other change he had brought into her household. Indubitably, Sanemi had asserted his presence in the kitchen like how a predator would mark its territory.
It had happened on a day when Sanemi had just gotten back from one of his trips. Yoshida hadn't been aware that he had arrived since Yukiko was the one who welcomed him. So imagine her surprise when, after leaving the kitchen briefly, she found Sanemi silently chopping up extra portions of vegetables on the counter like it was all was normal. Yoshida kept insisting that he should rest and let her do the work until he grabbed jer by the shoulders and forcibly sat her down. When she tried to stand up or protest, he would glare daggers at her and threaten to tie her down the chair. Of course, she knew he didn't mean it, but it was certainly a strange sight for such a burly man to be in the kitchen where she had only seen women in. She didn't mind it, though, so she let Sanemi busy himself away while she sipped on her tea as she watched him.
As it turns out, Sanemi Shinazugawa was a great cook. Yukiko had barraged him with praise after praise as she practically inhaled her food and asked for seconds, and Yoshida couldn't help but agree. And so it was that it became normal for Sanemi to be in the kitchen every time he visited. Of course, it was under the condition that Yoshida would be there to help alongside him, and he didn't really argue against it.
There weren't any servants in the Yoshida estate. Aside from the occasional hiring of workers or coming of deliveries, it was mainly Yoshida and Yukiko maintaining the house. Her estate's size wasn't so big that it would take more than two people to maintain it properly. And in those tasks, Yoshida was the one in charge of the cooking. While Yukiko would help alongside her sometimes, Yoshida made sure to still take on most of the work. After all, Yukiko was still a child. While she did teach her what she needed to know, she didn't want the task to burden Yukiko too much. So, most of the time, Yoshida spent her time at the kitchen alone and in silence.
She couldn't help but admit, however, that it was certainly nice to have someone else in the kitchen. She would sometimes ask Sanemi to open a bottle she couldn't open or to cut up a particularly hard vegetable. Sometimes, they would ask each other how this and that tasted and would teach each other recipes from their hometowns. Sometimes, they would just talk about mundane stuff like the market prices or the rapid change in technology in the cities. Sometimes, though, they would just stand by each other silently as they worked away. It was a comfortable silence that Yoshida had gradually grown used to, and the warmth at her side was one she tended to miss when he was away on his trips.
Truthfully, the routine her and Sanemi had established felt very domestic. And it incurred strange feelings in her chest. Every now and then, she would wonder if this was what it felt like to have a husband once she got married. The thought would immediately bring warmth to her face, and her heart would beat a little bit faster when she did. So she tried to dismiss the thought as quickly as it came. They were just cooking, for goodness' sake. Why was she thinking about marriage?
One time in particular, though, would be engrained in Yoshida's mind and would often accompany the thoughts that would pop up every now and then.
It was, once again, on a day that Sanemi had just gotten back from his travels. He was soaking in the bath she had prepared a bath for him since he looked particularly exhausted from this trip. All the while, she decided to prepare a meal for him for after he finished bathing. Sanemi tended to take long in his baths so she was in no rush to cook the meal.
Yoshida had been preparing the ingredients when she heard a shuffle by the doorway of the kitchen. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Only one person in the house had that kind of presence, after all. A person who seemed to have finished his bath much faster than Yoshida expected.
"Please go rest, Shinazugawa-san." She implored, still not looking up. "This shouldn't take too long."
Sanemi was quiet. He was just standing there and she felt him staring at her. It wasn't weird or anything, but it did make her feel conscious of the movement of her hands or how awkward she must look standing. Nonetheless, she continued her task and expected him to leave after until she heard his footsteps draw closer and settle at her side.
"Yoshida."
"Your hair's in the way." He remarked.
She only hummed in response. Dear gods, why does his voice have to be so deep? It's making her feel things in her stomach. She definitely wasn't going to look up now. Instead, she opted to focus on the craters she made on the potato to remove the little sprouts which was interrupted when she felt calloused fingers brush her brow and gather the stray hairs that had unwittingly fallen from her bun and tuck it behind her ear.
The touch stuttered Yoshida's movements and she felt her heartbeat quicken. It took her half a second to process what happened before she turned her head shakily to Sanemi who was looking at her cooly.
Right. Yoshida had noted earlier to redo the low bun she had tied her hair into that had slowly come undone. But with everything that Sanemi was unwittingly doing to her, that had been the last thing on her mind.
Lords, why does this man never cover his chest?
Sanemi was leaning on the counter with one hand while his other lingered in her ear where, his head slightly bent down to meet her eye level, and they just felt so close.
As both of them held their gazes, the thundering in Yoshida's ears amplified. Was Sanemi really so unaffected by whatever was happening? It was all a very strange moment between them until Sanemi, ever the loving bastard, broke it with one of his classic smirks.
"Finally looking at me, huh?" He teased, slowly withdrawing his hand from her face.
Yoshida hated to admit that the ghost of it lingered in her skin, and even more so how her eyes began to roam Sanemi's current state. His usually unruly white hair had been tamed by the water, droplets dripping them from its ends, sliding down his cheek, and Yoshida subconsciously traced its path as it went down jaw, his neck, his collarbone, all the way down to his open chest-
As she felt the heat creep up her face, she quickly turned away and went back to chopping.
"Yes, well," she cleared her throat, "I still think you should rest. You're wobbling like an old man with a bad knee."
Sanemi simply huffed.
"Yeah. Nice try, lady." He pushed himself off the counter and shifted to move closely behind her. "Stay still."
His hands grazed her nape and started undoing the loose bun she had done.
"Wha-"
Yoshida instinctively tried to turn around out of surprise only for Sanemi to gently press his hand on her cheek to turn her head back.
"Relax." He assured. "I'm just going to tie your hair. Don't want your hair getting on the food now, do we?"
Yoshida was so startled that her head nodded of its own accord. What in the world?
"Good. Now keep doing what you have." He started raking his hand through her loose hair, separating out any knots that formed. She decided to continue her task despite her inner turmoil. While standing side by side cooking and chatting together felt domestic, this was another level of closeness. The way his hands brushed her forehead as he gathered up her hair and how carefully he was treading his hands all felt very....intimate. Especially when she could feel his breathing so closely and his touch even closer. It was then that Yoshida noticed how he was treading her hair.
"Are you...braiding right now?" She asked, incredulous. He wasn't doing it too tightly or loosely, it was just enough that Yoshida wondered just how adept his hands are.
Sanemi only grunted, bundling up another strand to tie into the braid. The question hung in the air with the answer already known. So Yoshida let him do his work silently and went back to hers.
At some point, Yoshida had finished all she needed to cut, but stayed still waiting for Sanemi to finish. Instead, she closed her eyes to feel just how gentle he was in touching her hair, and unconsciously, she may have started to lean into his touch somewhere in the middle. Her heart still hammered slightly from its previous marathon but she figured it was nicer to relish someone else's touch once in a while.
On the other hand, as Sanemi interlocked the strands of hair effortlessly, his mind reeled from the sensation in his fingertips every time he brushed over Yoshida's nape. Despite appearing unbothered by how close he can feel Yoshida against his chest and how smooth her skin looked up close, he had only realized what he was doing halfway through the braid, and was, in real time, currently palpitating. His body had moved on its own when he first approached Yoshida. The tucking of the hair? Hovering so close to her? He intended everything to be a harmless gesture meant in good faith. He hadn't realized how that good faith would put him so close to her. He was doing perfectly fine until he sobered up halfway through his gestures, causing his fingers to stop suddenly as he felt the heat creep up his face. He was afraid that Yoshida would notice how awkward his movements had suddenly become, but she showed no signs of noticing. He did hear her sigh contentedly(?) (perhaps he was projecting) and, she didn't move even after she finished chopping. If anything, he felt her very subtly lean in his touch and, perhaps she wasn't even aware of it, but it stirred that fluttering feeling in Sanemi's chest.
Was she really so willing to be vulnerable in front of him? Him? Scarred, ragged, mannerless man who can't even say one nice thing properly? Through the times when trusting anyone was a luxury and being trusted was simply a burden that engendered his job of slaying demons, vulnerability was a foreign existence to Sanemi. Vulnerability in front of him, no less. That tended to result in disastrous consequences that he didn't give himself time to mourn for. But this? Leaning into him and letting him do whatever? It stirred bittersweet feelings, one that triggered memories of his family, his brother, and his comrades. He didn't like dwelling on it, but....he didn't mind this. Because, gradually, subconsciously, he'd also found himself letting his guard down Yoshida. Something about her gentle demeanor, her compassion for others, her love for Genya, and, that understanding in her eyes that seemed to see right through him made it feel somewhat...alright. Yeah, he didn't mind this.
So as Sanemi tied up the braid, he allowed himself to gently place his hands on her shoulders. She didn't stir from her position, so he leaned forward to peer over her shoulders to look at her. Yoshida had closed her eyes and had tilted her head slightly backwards. Was she actually leaning into him? Sanemi felt that strange twinge again. She looked so tranquil and so, so beautiful-
"Hey." He called.
He watched her stir and slowly flutter her eyes open, looking like she was broken out of a daze.
Sanemi should have expected what happened next. He had called her, so it was only natural that she would turn her head to face him. However, having been struck by something indescribable at the sight of her, he didn't look away, and his head stayed awfully close. So it was, that when she turned, their faces met only millimeters apart, their breath tickling each other's lips in that split moment. Their eyes both widened immediately at the sudden proximity and they stepped away from each other as if struck by lightning, turning back to hide their faces.
"Thank you."
His extremely warm face and defeaning heartbeat was driving him insane. Why the hell was he feeling so weird? He'd been close to other women before. Although he'd never actually been in a relationship of any kind with them, he had worked with female slayers before and he never got this awkward around them. Still, Sanemi wanted to see if maybe, just maybe, Yoshida was also feeling as flustered as him. He slightly turned his head to peek at Yoshida, and she also looked flushed, her entire face donning a pinkish hue from the ordeal. Strangely, there was an unexpected sense of elation in Sanemi's chest at the thought of him having an effect on her. The feeling caught him iff guard and he shook his head to dismiss the thought. Why would that even matter?
It was a small assurance, he supposed, that he wasn't the only one flustered with the situation. His mind was spiraling out of control, reeling as it replayed how the warmth of her breath lingered on his lips and how her eyes gazed at him, half-lidded and dazed. What the hell was he thinking? For fuck's sake, why was he treating her, thinking about her, like she's his wife? And no, he was not about to acknowledge that fluttering feeling in his stomach again from thinking that. And no, he wasn't about to recall how her skin had felt against his as he brushed against her multiple times. And no, he was definitely not thinking about how their lips were so close and how easy it would be to close the distance-
Yoshida's voice broke his string of thoughts and Sanemi couldn't be more happy that she did because WHERE THE HELL WAS THAT GOING?!
It took a moment before her gratitude registered to which he only grunted to. He decided it was finally time to leave before his thoughts went haywire again.
"Don't burn anything." He grumbled on his way out, refusing to turn his head back even as he awaited the answer. A pause.
"I won't." Came the small reply. And with that, Sanemi left the kitchen to sort his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Yoshida was left to wrestle with how on earth she was going to continue her task with her heart thundering so loudly in her ears and how warm her body seemed to be. Her knees eventually gave away and she had to lean on the counter for support, staying like that for a good few minutes before she went back to cooking.
It was certainly a very intense memory that replayed on Yoshida's mind every time her and Sanemi were in the kitchen again in the future. They had acted as normal after it happened, but, really...Yoshida wouldn't be able to forget how red Sanemi's face was even if she tried.
In today's edition of Same Shit Different Fandom, here's an excerpt from a word salad written by a Delulu who says she doesn't know much about PR and then went to prove she knows fuck all about PR:
I'm sure those familiar with the Cumberbatch septics are having a very strong déjà vu feeling after reading this. They do the same with his publicist. Who also happens to be a woman. Surely, that's not a coincidence. I don't remember Luke Windsor, Tom's publicist, getting the same kind of reactions.
One thing all tinhaters have in common is to always, always blame the women in their fav's circle. Always. It's the agent, the publicist, the mother, etc. It's never the men who are responsible, just the women. And then the tinhaters keep saying they're not sexist 🙄.
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