#Confirmation like: You don't have to be ashamed and hide anything from me. I accept and love all that you are.

[joenotexotic99]

Hey friend, I’m a new fan of band of brothers and have been reading many of works and I’m greatly enjoying them❤️ and was wondering if you could write headcanons of doc roe and speirs finding out there gf has surgical scars on her chest/stomach? I had a heart operation when I was a baby that left 2 scars. One horizontal acoss my stomach and one vertical on my chest and stomach. I would so appreciate it:) ofc take your time and feel free to add any other characters if you’d like. I hope you have a nice day:)

A/n you are beautiful anon <3 thank you for the request. Sorry for being inactive. Writing is sorta a side thing and I stopped because things got hectic and I never got back onto the wagon. Thanks for the patience

Warnings: medical talk and scars n'stuff, fluff, possibly poor writing, blood (nothing crazy,) language

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Masterlist

Eugene roe

-He honestly has seen so many scars in his life that he didn't really think much when you showed him. But he understands that you are not by any means just another trooper, you are far more than that. As you explained their origin, Eugene sat patiently and listened to you. Nothing but adoration and care in his eyes. You weren't scared that he would judge; you knew roe, it's just you don't openly share you have them. Roe placed his hand on your head and kissed you before bringing you into his arms

“You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen, thank you for sharing”

Ronald Speirs

-It was an accident when he saw. You were changing and he walked in. This was early in the relationship and you weren't quite ready to share. As you were quick to frantically hide the scars, speirs simply watched you. You apologized and rambled on about how you got them and how he was never supposed to see them like this and if he wants to leave that's ok. You kept rambling nervously. Ron walked over to kiss you so you could stop.

“Don't ever hide your scars from me again, they're nothing to be ashamed of”

“So you're not going to leave me?”

“I'd be a fool to leave you”

Richard Winters

-You were a medic. It was in Carentan. You had gotten a tear in your uniform, luckily you had a spare. You and Winters had been dating since Camp Mackall, yet time was not something you had to see each other naked. You were in the jury-rigged med bay changing. As you lifted your shirt, Winters, oh so perfectly timed, walked in. His eyes immediately caught a view of your scars. At first, his facial expression was surprise, then confusion, then worry. But before you could let this man's thoughts get the best of him, you explained their origin. Winters stepped closer and took you into his embrace, you could hear his steady heartbeat.

"These scars... why didn't you tell me?"

"They've been there since I was a baby. I didn't want you to worry.”

“You don't have to hide anything from me, I'm here till the end”

Babe Heffron

-German artillery rained down onto the Ardennes Forest. Chaos was everywhere as people ran for shelter and trees collapsed. A part of a tree happened to impale you, it wasn't severe but it needed to be tended to. When things quieted down you seeked out Roe. You found him with Babe. You and Babe Heffron had grown close over the past few months, sharing fleeting moments of warmth and connection. Both of them saw you then the blood. Roe went to his kit, Babe had a slight panic attack. You told Babe that it looked worse than it was. Eugene confirmed it after he told you to remove your shirt. That's when babe saw the scars. His eyes widened with concern and curiosity. Before he could voice his worries, you offered an explanation. Babe accepted it and when Eugene left after patching you up Babe went to your side.

“you know, you fucking awesome with those.”

“So I'm not a freak?”

"Sweetheart, you are the most drop dead gorgeous person I have ever seen”

David Webster

-It was Holland, during a rare quiet night. You and Webster have grown closer and closer ever since Toccoa.You both took a walk near the edge of the village, the conversation turned personal. The air was crisp, and you felt comfortable enough to share more of yourself with him. You lifted your shirt to show him. Like with roe you were nervous but you knew him and trusted him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out gently, his fingers tracing the lines with curiosity.

"Where did these come from? Are you okay?"

"I've had them since I was a baby. Surgery.”

"You're incredible, you know that?"

[dabihawksluvr]

I despise the BkDk vs IzuOcha discourse on TikTok.

(under the 'keep reading' tab because it's a lengthy rant)

Like, it's so insane and stupid that I no longer post about any MHA stuff over on there for my own safety/sanity. And I have gotten some nasty comments on it myself, being toldI should 'kys' and even being called a 'gay pedo' by some kids who hide behind privated accounts (all blocked of course because I'm not gonna let them continue spreading hate on my page over petty bullshit). And all because I was telling the obvious homophobic bullies to stop using the epilogue as an excuse to harass anyone who is even slightly outside of being an IzuOcha shipper in any way.

And oh, it got even worse when it was found out Horikoshi didn't even really make the epilogue - he only wrote part of it, but the rest (including the art) was by his staff. And the comments I got when I responded to certain posts (mainly to help alleviate the discourse bc at this point it wasn't even about shipping it was about the legit canon of the story itself), it was just a lot of 'cope harder' responses and it's like...yeah? It's fandom shit, I at least admit I'm delusional about it and don't use it to harass others in any way.

But that's when I knew it wasn't even about shipping for these homophobes, it was the fact that they could finally harass/bully the fujoshi and queer fans in the fandom while using Hori's name all the while. And that's what I was most upset about. Because I guess people forgot that Hori is a bisexual man, he is not straight and has in fact included LGBT themes/characters into his story (Magne and her friend are *non-transitioned* trans, the Pro Hero Tiger is *transitioned* trans, and Toga is Bisexual).

In fact, it's so bad that people are forgetting these queer characters exist within the canon - I literally saw someone point out that Tiger is CANONICALLY trans, but they got so many negative responses for it even after showing the exact page confirming he went to Thailand to get gender-affirming care/surgery. People saying there was 'no canon source' and it was just 'coping', even with the evidence from the manga itself right in their faces. And that's when it truly clicked for me that a majority of 'fans' were just jumping on the queerphobia train while using IzuOcha as a vessel for their hate.

Now, I have nothing against (legal) ships. And it's ok to make 'thirst edits' or whatever of the characters after they become adults in the canon (seriously Teacher Deku has my soul he is mine). I have no issues with anything that is legal. But what I do have an issue is when 'fans' come in and start spouting nonsense, saying we are 'pedos' for having any form of ships between two boys or two girls (or fuck even poly relationships bc I've seen hate for them too) because they are so against the LGBT simply existing that they have to use fictional characters to 'prove' their point.

...now that I think about it, I know for 100% fact that if any of these characters were real people they'd be ashamed of the 'fans' using them to spread so much hate towards others.

Sure, they may argue they do not 'swing that way' and that's fine - I'd 100% accept any answers they gave to anyone who asked about their sexuality/preferences. And yeah, they may get weirded out that the fandom is mostly just people shipping them all together with one another. But I know for a fact that these characters, especially Deku, would NOT let people use their name/image in such villainous ways. Because they are Heroes dammit, yeah they could be ignorant on LGBT stuff (highly doubt it tbh) but they'd take ONE look at the homophobic 'fans' and give them a good talking-to.

Oh, and lest we not forget that Katsuki Bakugou himself does not care about one's gender one bit. He just wants you to bring the heat, he doesn't want weak opponents facing him because that'd be more ludicrous to him than someone making their gender/sexuality as the reason they are 'holding back' on him. So I'd see him being the most 'outspoken' about it, he'd be like - 'dafaque you talking about who gives a shit?' and just punch the homophobe in the face because they are clearly a 'villain' by MHA logic.

tl;dr - Stop being a queerphobe, it's not cool. You are the reason why fandom is being scrubbed clean and no longer making it fun for anyone (including yourself). Let people be delusional if they are not causing any actual harm.

[hb-writes]

“I know you’re afraid but you can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“I know you’re afraid, but you can’t hide in this closet forever.”

Billy’s words were muffled, and Lenny wiped at her wet eyes before pushing the door aside to see her brother-in-law's best friend standing there in his suit and tie, all sleek and out of place in the dainty pink bedroom she’d shared with Maria until her sister had married and moved in with Frank a little over a year ago. 

She felt silly, sitting there with her knees pulled to her chest on the closet floor surrounded by her clothes and the ones Maria had left behind, with boxes of old teddy bears and school papers and knick knacks to her left. If Lenny wasn’t hurting so much, she might’ve been embarrassed for Billy to find her there, crying and hiding away like a child when she was supposed to be getting ready for her grandmother’s funeral.

But Billy didn't make her feel stupid or small or childish or even ashamed.

"I don't like funerals," Lenny offered, not confirming or denying that it was fear holding her there in the closet, even though it was—fear, and a whole bunch of other complicated emotions that made her stomach hurt.

“I know," Billy said, glancing at his watch—Maria had asked him to come up and check on her, to move her along so they wouldn't be late, but they had plenty of time before they needed to leave for the church, time enough to hide out in a closet for a bit longer. "They suck. Any room in there for me?”

Billy thought it was perhaps a brave question to ask since Lenny had been a little bit unbearable to be around since her grandmother’s passing, taking her unfiltered emotions out on her sister and her brother-in-law, and even her young niece, but Billy saw through all that, and when Lenny didn’t tell him no—when she didn’t say anything, actually—he squeezed himself down into the small space beside her, his long legs and shiny black shoes hanging out through the open door.

And once he settled, Billy didn't say anything else. They were both quiet for a long time, Billy’s nearness as they sat shoulder to shoulder nothing more than a comforting presence as Lenny worked on controlling her breath and stifling the tears, as if doing the physical work of appearing okay would smother the pain, but it didn't. It only made her feel tired as she released her legs so they stretched out beside Billy’s and she lay her head on his shoulder.

Lenny’s eyes were closed when Maria lowered to the floor in front of them nearly an hour later. She was already dressed in her scarf and peacoat, a fond look on her face even if it was clear she’d been crying, too, her beautiful face a bit blotchy and her eyes rimmed with red. Maria closed a gentle hand around her sister’s ankle and Lenny startled awake, forgetting where she was for a moment, forgetting she was asleep in a closet with Billy.

“Hey,” Maria said, her voice gentle. “It’s almost time, but if you want to stay here, I’m sure—”

“I can stay with her, Maria,” Billy confirmed from his spot beside her as he stretched out a little, releasing the stiffness in his body, “though if I’m being honest, I think we might have to move out of the closet,” he continued, nudging Lenny’s side.

The hint of a smile graced Lenny’s lips before she shook her head, wiping at her eyes again.

"No, no, I'm coming," Lenny said. She could do this—face this funeral—even if she was scared, even if she wanted to stay in the closet and sleep through the whole thing. She had barely slept in days and she hadn't realized it until now, until she got a taste of what she'd been missing.

By the time Lenny finally stopped rubbing her eyes, Maria was on her feet offering a hand down to her which Lenny took, pulling herself up as she accepted her sister’s hug.

Billy waited for Lenny after Maria went downstairs to find Frank, lingering by the door as she gathered her coat and shoes.

“You’ll be here all day, right?” Lenny asked as she slipped into her boots, suddenly made to feel tired once again by what the question implied, that there were hours left to endure before this terrible day was over—the church services and the burial and the repast back here at the house all stood ahead of her. 

“All day,” Billy confirmed as he tugged Lenny to his side. “By dinner time, you’ll be begging your sister and Frank to kick me out,” he continued as he lifted a hand to muss up her hair, a hand which Lenny quickly shoved away.

But come the end of the day, Lenny was asleep against Billy’s shoulder once again. This time they were on the couch in her grandmother’s living room, where she'd fallen asleep once the crowd of mourners began thinning out.

And even though Billy had done nothing special except keep an eye on her as Frank and Maria had requested, he was always close by. His nearness throughout the day was nothing more than a comforting presence to her, but it had meant everything to Lenny. It was a kindness she’d never forget.

[jaywritesrps]

That seems like Ali is vindictive af. Ashlyn told her about the divorce and Sophia multiple times. But because it wasn’t on Ali’s terms/wants/needs. She outed her. “The leak wouldn’t of happened if ashlyn did what ali wanted” that’s what your saying. There’s zero zero basis to put someone. Period. You want to fuck over your wife fine but she outed someone in the process. Her and ashlyn got the fairytale outing on Ali’s terms but she’s outed Sophia with no regard cause she was a woman scorned. As a member of the lgbtq+ community ali should be ashamed.

This is the last ask I am going to answer about this subject cause it seems that I am repeating myself, and quite frankly, it seems that you guys are only coming here to pick stuff to trash talk me on L Chat or other blogs in here and as I said before: don't like what I said? Unfollow or block me, don't be a piss baby and go to annoy other people about me or the stuff I said here. I am not going to be mad or anything, cause I really like having convos like this even with people I disagree with, as long you act like an adult and be polite. Also to the people saying I am lying: be mad all you want, but that Sophia's article confirmed pretty much all the things I have been saying about the cheating and their timeline, you just don't want to accept that your fave has flaws too, this whole thing is messed up from all sides and there are no heroes or villains.

Anyways, as I said before, when you see this outside this black and white fandom mentality, you can see that all of them have made some mess at some degree. And I totally agree with you, I have said before that as a fan of Ali, she dealt with this very badly, even thought everyone from soccer world got her back. About Ashlyn, I really doubt she spoke about divorce directly before because she would at least put an effort to defend herself, when you are in position of someone being unfair to you, you generally try to clean your name, and she never showed interest in that. She is acting like someone that has something to hide or that can't mantain the story her PR team created.

About the leak, It only accelerated a process that was going to happen eventually, but unfortunately, Ashlyn and Sophia would only have peace if they had played Ali's game, cause they brought a fight they can't win (for example, Ashlyn started to lose followers regularly again in social media and the nightosphere is still attacking on them). It's something that will follow both of them around for the rest of their lives even if they split, even more if they stay together. It's why I keep saying that they didn't thought about that properly when Ashlyn decided to fill that divorce. The only way of this not blowing in their faces and not playing Ali's game would it be if Ashlyn herself told everyone from soccer world about the divorce first or if she, Sophia and Ali have sat and figured this together. As I said, I don't think Ali would oppose to this cause she could benefit a lot of this too, instead of posing as "the victim", putting Ashlyn as "The Villain" and Sophia as "the home wrecker", and honestly, she could have win a lot more than just what she got so far with this.

[innocentcurse]

Stoker laughed. "I am a tea person, yeah. I'm a bit of an avid drinker in general, so I'm a big fan of a lot of drinks, but tea has always been up there with my favourites," they explained, giving a completely unnecessary long winded answer, not unlike Stoker. "I think that's a perfectly acceptable reason to be a tea drinker," Stoker shrugged. "I mean, if you stuck to straight honey all the time I feel like you'd be more likely to get sick of it by now," which definitely wouldn't be a very good thing for someone who was so involved with the making of honey.

"For me?" Stoker confirmed, the smile already on his face growing larger. While he knew that Winter was kind and generous, he didn't expect a whole bottle from his best batch of the year, and that oddly touched Stoker. "Thank you very much, Winter. I'll treat it like liquid gold," he chuckled. He already knew that Silas would be benefitting from the gift too, which made Stoker feel hopeful that he could pay Winter back by sending Silas and his thick wallet his way with some business.

The switch up in conversation to the topic of Winter's accident was one that surprised Stoker so very much, but it wasn't unwelcome. If anything, Stoker valued honesty, particularly when it was honesty regarding something so vulnerable. "You haven't told me this before," Stoker reassured him. "I think the notes are a great way of managing that, that's a really smart use of resources," Stoker's words were completely honest, and his tone was relatively stable; he didn't want to come across like he was pitying Winter in a way that would make him feel less than other's without issues similar. "I know my words are just, well, words, but you don't need to hide them from me." Stoker didn't know how deep Winter's embarrassment went, but he truly did want his friend to know that there was no reason to be ashamed.

"Thank you," Stoker was more than happy to busy himself by putting honey into his tea and moving on to a conversation about it instead. While he meant what he said when speaking of Winter's accident, seeing the way that the other reacted to having left a note out, Stoker didn't want to force him to ruminate on the subject. "This smells amazing with the honey in it," he commented, smile as bright as his sparkling, friendly eyes.

"You're a tea person, aren't you?" Winter replied, smiling at Stoker. He could tell that was the case by the way the other replied. As he went about getting the tea started, filling a kettle with water and putting it on the stove, he went on, "I don't know if I am or if I'm just a honey person. I mean, I know I'm that, but sometimes I think that might be the main reason I drink tea." Despite drinking it a lot, Winter rarely had a cup that didn't have his honey in it; even The Twilight Cauldron bought a lot of their honey off of him. Winter smiled at Stoker's words though, pleased and proud of the way they talked about the honey. He had a surprise for the other, one he had intended to save for when Stoker was leaving, but Winter decided to give it to them now. So while waiting for the water to boil, Winter got out two cups and some other things for tea, including honey, and then he went into his pantry and grabbed a large bottle filled to the brim with more honey. "This is for you," Winter told Stoker, handing them the bottle. "It's from one of the best batches I had this year."

As Winter had ushered Stoker into the kitchen, he had kept a look out for any notes he hadn't seen again, so it seemed like the one note was all he had missed, at least in the places he'd had Stoker so far. Even so, that was one note too many. Despite Stoker's reassurances, Winter's cheeks burned brightly, and he looked down, embarrassed. "I know it's strange," Winter told Stoker. "I had an accident a little bit ago, and now I have a really hard time with my memory. I forget things all the time, so I have to write myself notes." Winter wasn't going to go into it fully, wasn't going to tell the other about how he even needed a note on the door that reminded him to lock it, something simple that should be automatic but wasn't anymore. Looking back up at Stoker, Winter finished, "And I'm even more embarrassed by the fact that I don't remember if I've told you this or not." The kettle started to whistle, so Winter turned the stove off before bringing a teacup and spoon over to Stoker. He put a tea bag into the cup and poured water into it, doing that for himself as well, and then Winter set the honey and other things he'd gotten out for the tea in front of Stoker. "Use whatever you're like," Winter said, trying not to be embarrassed by what he'd just told Stoker. Hopefully the other wasn't regretting coming here.

[rethesun]

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[allegra-writes]

"Bad Together"

Part I: Contact

Peter Parker x Reader

Teen and up

Warnings: language, UST.

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down, eat you alive

Just like animals"

Animals - Maroon 5

“Hey kid! Rough night? You look like shit…” 

You sighed, turning away from your door to face your neighbour. Had it been anyone else, you would just have given them the finger and gotten inside your apartment. But not her. Not when she could have information for you.

“Gee, thanks Jess! You do know how to sweet talk a girl.” 

The seemingly -deceptively- fragile brunette’s eyeroll could have rivaled your own signature one, as she kicked away from the wall and crossed the hallway in your direction.

“As if sweet talking would work on you…”

Despite your exhaustion and bad mood, you managed to munster a small sad smile as your mind wandered unbidden to another time, to what felt like another life. 

And to a boy with warm brown eyes and even warmer skin. 

"You'd be surprised…"

Jessica raised a questioning eyebrow, but you just shook your head.

"I have your payment, if that's what you're looking for…"

You said, changing the subject. Her face fell, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. You knew that look. The regret in her green eyes, the pity. You knew what she was going to say even before she opened her mouth. It wasn't really surprising after all: fourteen months without any clues, without any new developments or witnesses? She wanted to drop the case.

"Listen, kid-" 

"No" you cut her off, your voice breaking no arguments, "whatever you're going to say, I won't accept it. I pay you, and you keep on looking for my sister. That's how this works. Let's not fuck this beautiful friendship of ours up." 

You added, only partly sarcastic. You were perfectly aware that, as closed off and damaged as you both were, you were probably the closest thing to a friend either of you had. 

And, for her part, Jessica knew that, if she didn't do the dirty work for you, you would be the one crawling up vents and climbing up balconies, sliding your way into seedy bars and even seedier alleys. You were stubborn like that. And truth be told, she had grown a little protective of you.

She pursed her lips, the wheels turning inside her head. 

"Well then," she finally proposed, "What about you pay me when I actually find something worth paying for?"

It took your drowsy brain a moment to process her words. You were ashamed of the moisture that found its way to your eyes, the knot in your throat that didn't allow you to let out anything more than a weak "Jessica" as a reply. But you were too worn out to be able to keep the emotions at bay. It had been too long since anyone had shown you that type of kindness, gratefulness was not something you were used to feeling. 

"I'm not giving up on the case," she promised, "but I'm not taking your money anymore. At least not until I deserve it."

She was telling the truth, you knew her enough to be able to tell that. If anything, she was going to work even harder to try and get the investigation moving.

"Thank you." 

You really meant it.

"Don't mention it” she shrugged, downplaying it, like every good deed she made. "Now get inside and get some sleep. You look dead." 

You did roll your eyes at that, missing her affectionate smirk as you disappeared through the door, muttering a laconic. "Yes, mom."

The darkness and quiet that greeted you inside your apartment felt like a soothing balm to your over stimulated mind, a much needed respite after your long, adrenaline filled evening. That was why you didn't even bother to turn the lights on as you let your backpack fall anywhere on the tile floor, stepping out of your sneakers and pulling your shirt over your head. 

The cold early morning breeze sent goosebumps along your skin, bringing your attention to the open window. 

You froze. You were always very careful not to let any windows open, Hell's Kitchen was a tough neighbourhood for a spoiled cat like your Selina to be out and about. 

A flash of movement at the corner of your eye was all you needed before your senses went haywire again, instinct kicking in as you jumped high in the air to twirl and land a kick to the back of whoever was in your apartment. But the intruder was expecting it, dodging just in time and turning around to block your punch. Getting a hold of your wrist, the dark figure twisted and pulled you forwards until you fell, back flushed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around yours in a vice-like grip, effectively immobilizing you.

"Easy there, Smokey." A way too familiar voice breathed against your ear, "you're going to hurt yourself." 

You stopped struggling against his grasp. Right. Of course it was him.

"Peter?"

His grip grew tighter for a moment, before letting go.

"Hello, Y/N."

Just like that, it all came back to you: The memories you had tried to repress, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury, washing over you like a flood, a tsunami hitting you hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs once again. As you took an unsteady step away from him, you prayed that Peter hadn't noticed. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice place," Peter ignored your question, choosing to casually pace your living room instead. "Bit of a downgrade from the upper west side, though…"

"Fine," you scoffed, turning to him, "you wanna do small talk? Let's do small talk: what’s with the edgelord look?" You pointed at his tar-black suit. 

"Biotech," the suit retracted from his face and head, reminding you of the nanobots suit he used to wear before Dr. Octopus destroyed it. "Do you like it?" 

You shrugged,

"Stark industries?"

He shook his head. 

"Horizon Lab."

Well, that was interesting. You knew the little, independent company owned by one of his ex-girlfriends had helped him manufacture a couple of special suits developed from his very own webs, after his emancipation from the Starks. But you had no idea they had reached such level of refinement, and you had a feeling neither did Fury. 

"You like it?"

"You look��� taller," You noted. That wasn't the only difference; his hair was longer, wilder, his shoulders wider, his arms far bigger than you recalled.

"You look exactly the same," he countered, as open as he had always been. "Just as beautiful as I remembered…"

You sighed, tiredly. You didn't have the energy for that — for his charm, his candidness. What was more, you weren't prepared at all. 

No, you weren't prepared for this Peter. Your Peter. Not after what all that Fury had told you…

"What do you want, Peter?"

He leveled you with a look, his whole demeanor changing in the blink of an eye. 

"I could ask you the exact same thing…"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Y/N. Don't play dumb with me, it doesn't suit you." His sudden bluntness surprised you, but it was more along the lines of what Fury had warned you to expect so it didn't completely manage to throw you off. 

You crossed your arms, "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Really, now?" Peter took a step forward, towering over you. "You don't? Hanging out at my spots, patrolling my neighbourhood, taking down my thugs?" He enumerated.

"Your thugs?"

"The kingpin is mine," he growled.

"Since when?"

"You fucking know since when!" You tried to hide your flinch at his rising tone, but he must have noticed because a moment later, he was closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, visibly trying to get a hold of himself. 

"I thought Queens was your neighbourhood…" You spoke, trying to diffuse the tension after a couple beats had passed without him moving.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, opening his eyes, "I relocated."

"So did I…" 

"You did," he smiled. And just like that, he was back at being your Peter. "And you mean to tell me all of this." He pressed a button in his wrist, "isn't to get my attention?" 

A hologram version of Jade's video started to play in front of your impassive eyes. And you might have thought your carefully constructed mask of indifference gave away nothing, but Peter could see right through it. You didn't seem surprised to see the video and that alone was enough proof for him to confirm his theory. 

"Please, Smokey, security footage?" He smirked, "this isn't like you. You aren't this sloppy."

Another click and the video was gone.

"Well, this might come as a surprise to you, but everything isn't always about you." 

"Then what's going on?"

"None of your fucking business!"

Before you could react, the floor disappeared from under your feet, and your back hitted the wall with enough force to rattle the windows. 

"Like hell it isn't," Peter hissed, his weight pinning you upright. "Now tell me, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?"

As you stared into his stormy eyes, heart racing inside your chest, unsure if the adrenaline coursing through your veins was because of the obvious threat in front of you, or for another reason entirely, you wondered exactly the same. 

Your tongue came out to moist your lips, Peter's dark pupils following the movement.

"It's been over a year," you breathed out, all the fight leaving you. It was too much, his sweet breath fanning over your face, every inch of his hard body pressed up against yours, overpowering you, the slick texture of his new suit against your bare chest… it was intoxicating. You had overestimated yourself. "Why do you even care?"

"I will always care about you," he confessed softly, just as affected by the closeness as you. "I will always want you…"

You closed your eyes, trying to get your erratic heart under control.

"Maybe I don't want you anymore, Peter." 

He pushed you harder against the wall, his forearm against your collarbone to prevent you from moving. 

"Don't do that," he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. "Don't torture me."

"Peter…"

BAM.

You fell to your knees, hard, Peter's body suddenly no longer supporting your weight. 

"Touch her again, and I'll kill you!"

"J-Jess?" 

"Hey, kid. You alright?" Your neighbour barely even spared you a glance over her shoulder as she placed herself between you and a newly irate looking Peter, slowly getting up from the rumble of splinters of wood and shards of glass that used to be your coffee table.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in confusion.

"I heard a noise," she deadpanned, eyes never leaving the dark cladded vigilante. But to your surprise Peter merely raised his hands in surrender, the bulk of his rage vanishing the moment he understood the woman in front of him was only trying to protect you. 

"This isn't what it looks like…" He tried to explain, but Jessica would have none of it.

"Yeah, sure" she scoffed. "Big guy, totally dressed, pinning a half naked girl to the wall in the dark... totally not rapey."

Peter flinched. She was right, he wouldn't believe himself either. 

"Listen, you're Jessica Jones, right?" Recognizing the woman in front of him, suddenly your choice in real state made a lot more sense. "I am- I was," he quickly corrected himself, "Peter Parker. Your friend, Matt Murdock, he knows me… look, I'm not- I'm not a bad guy." 

Even to his ears, he sounded unconvincing.

"Really?" Jess pointed at his black costume, "Cause you definitely look like a bad guy." 

"I… Y/n, help me out here," he threw you a pleading look but Jess moved to the side, blocking you from view.

"Hey, fuckface!" She snapped, drawing Peter's attention back to her, "the only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because of Matt. But if I ever see you next to Y/N ever again, I'll break every single bone of your body. Twice. Now get the fuck out of here, before I run out of fucking patience."

"Y/N?"

You sighed, getting up. Away from him, and with Jess there as a boofer between the both of you, you were no longer under the influence and could clearly see exactly how fucked up the situation was.

"I think you should leave, Peter." 

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indolence as he squared his jaw and turned away, letting the bio-suit close over his head again.

"I looked for her too, you know?" He admitted, before making his exit through the same window he had come in from.

You had no time to dwell on his words or anything of what had just happened, before Jess was on your face. 

"That was Peter? Your sister's boyfriend, the one you told me I didn't need to investigate?"

You resisted the urge to shrink under her look,

"Yeah…"

"You told me he was harmless. That did not look harmless!"

You couldn't really argue with that, so you didn't. Instead you gestured at her to be quiet, as you reached past her to pick up your phone, your landline phone, the one you had never bothered connecting. 

The one you knew was bugged.

With voice as clear and steady as you were able to manage, you spoke into the mic,

"Contact made. Awaiting further instructions." 

To be continued...

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Nancy

Ava: Has he told you? Nancy: Yeah Ava: How are you holding up? Nancy: better than he is Ava: Not saying much but Ava: that's something Nancy: how are you holding up then? Ava: It's been, a rollercoaster implies that it's in any way on the rails so not that, something as up and down and side to side Ava: tornado, perhaps Ava: but it's far from about me so I'm just here, you know Nancy: I know what you mean Ava: It's more to do with you than me Ava: so, what did he say exactly? Nancy: You know what he's like, just coming out with it Nancy: there's nothing for me to argue with Nancy: maybe if I had a clue then but now Ava: Yeah Ava: but none of us did Ava: I think mum was probably right, even if that's fucked Ava: taking it to the police wouldn't have done anything Nancy: She'd had talked her way out of it, his word against hers and he doesn't come across well when he's upset Ava: Exactly Ava: it's one of those legal grey areas Ava: morally black but you know Ava: can't get charged for that Nancy: I feel like shit, if I hadn't left it wouldn't have been her and none of this would be happening Ava: I know, but you have to try not to think like that Ava: she picked him, really Ava: he was angry and upset, with you, yeah, but Rio too and you know, everyone and everything Ava: but I don't think he would have pursued her, if he were in any state Ava: and she had her problems with you, but I don't think that's solely why she did it either Nancy: I know but he could've used any girl in Chelsea to get back at Rio, it was her because of me, that's all my thoughts keep coming back to Nancy: and no other girl would've used him like that for any reason Ava: We all let each other down Ava: sometimes you have to do what you have to do Ava: and then sometimes bad shit happens because of that Ava: Chloe wouldn't have felt the need to drop this if I weren't with James Ava: we could all just keep on not knowing Nancy: It's not your fault, Av, she hated you cos she hated me first Nancy: it's not like she's heartbroken over James Ava: Still, it wouldn't have happened, you were never going to be dating him Ava: but none of us can live beholden to her and the things she has over us, we shouldn't Ava: at least now, we aren't, she's played all her cards Nancy: Did Buster tell you she's already engaged? Ava: I heard Ava: I looked on Gen's profile and he's like her dad's age Ava: and really stereotypically Italian Nancy: Gross Nancy: I swear to god, she's not a real person Nancy: who does any of this? Ava: I think she does her hardest not to be Ava: fuck everyone else Ava: her parents are just Ava: at a total loss Ava: we say ours are ashamed of us but this is so real Ava: they've had more to do with James than her for years now Nancy: At least he's got their support Ava: I think they're just as scared that they'll lose contact as he is Nancy: Yeah, of course Ava: Did he say if he'd told Ri yet? Nancy: I asked, when I was at my angriest, before I really understood what the circumstances were Nancy: He wouldn't talk about her which either means he has and it didn't go well, or he's still working up to it Ava: She's going to know something is wrong, he can't hide anything from her Ava: and the test takes as long as it takes, I know he was waiting for that but I don't know how Nancy: Right now, I'm selfishly glad that she knows we barely talk so she won't ask me Ava: That's going to be Ava: not fun Ava: never mind how pregnant she is Nancy: Oh god, don't Nancy: I was going to come back for a while but maybe that'll make it worse Nancy: Like he'll think I'm just there to oversee his downfall or something Ava: You don't think that will happen, do you? Nancy: I don't think she'll leave him Nancy: But the old wounds this is gonna open up, even though nobody's disputing he didn't actually consent, when they're still dealing with everything that happened with Venus Nancy: add her hormones in and his way of reacting to literally anything Ava: Fucking hell Ava: you should come back, if you want to though Ava: regardless Nancy: Ri might need me Nancy: not that she'll admit it, obviously Ava: 'course Ava: I don't think it would hurt Nancy: I'm a crap babysitter but I'm a great person to vent at about him so Nancy: if I slag him off enough she'll start leaping to his defence automatically Ava: An evil-good plan Nancy: something good needs to come out of all the evil Ava: We can but try Nancy: Yeah Nancy: I know I need to Ava: Does feel better than doing nothing Ava: only a bit but Ava: still Nancy: I wish there was more I could really do, but it all just feels too late Nancy: inventing a time machine feels very above my capabilities, if I'm honest Nancy: Feel free to tell James I'm here if he ever wants someone to talk to about his monster of an ex Ava: I will Ava: you might have to open a hotline, by the sounds of it Nancy: That'd be a decent earner while I'm back Ava: Time is money, like Nancy: exactly Ava: Wonder what the wedding will be like Nancy: what I remember hearing about hers and James' sounded awful Nancy: but of course this one will have to be more stereotypically Italian Ava: fucked herself on flower girls too Nancy: unless he's got a big family she can insert herself into Ava: Heaven help him Ava: or she's already knocked up, the only way she does it is with a gun to her head and the groom's Nancy: has anyone checked he can speak enough English to know what's going on, like? Ava: I don't know if we've got the welfare team on that Ava: he looks pretty pleased with himself Ava: the pictures would really confirm your homosexuality for you tbh Nancy: Well that's disgusting Ava: If he was the teenaged pool boy, be all over that, obviously Ava: can only hope she's met her match this time Nancy: Even if she hasn't, like you said, there's no more she can do to any of us Nancy: And she'd never get the kids back if she wanted to try that as a last resort Ava: Not putting anything past her obviously Ava: but yeah, I can't see her trying and failing at that any time soon Ava: it's a small mercy Ava: she was no mother Nancy: Imagine having her as yours, oh my god Nancy: it makes me wanna hug mum Ava: Let's not get too crazy Nancy: the urge will have passed by mid-flight, don't worry Ava: Unless you have too many complementaries, of course Nancy: well yeah Ava: No one would blame you on that score Nancy: it doesn't help though Ava: The drink or the lack of blame? Nancy: Both Ava: Yeah Ava: not much in the party mood myself Ava: pity or otherwise Ava: though being forced to 'focus on my schoolwork' like that's remotely important right now is getting me close Nancy: Is there a brochure for the planet mum and dad live on cos I'm really intrigued by it? Ava: They really think they can keep me out of it Ava: Like I'm not the one who did the DNA test, like I'm not the one who got James and Buster to talk Ava: sure, I'll forget about that and write my politics essay, hold on 🙄 Nancy: I'll do your essay as long as you leave enough time for a thorough spell check Ava: You really wanna keep busy, yeah Nancy: Yeah Ava: You are allowed to be angry with him Ava: you know Ava: because he was a victim too doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel that Ava: even if it means you don't direct it at him, you don't have to try and repress it Nancy: I am angry at him, but I'm also so tired of being Ava: Damn genetics Nancy: He can't forgive me for going and I can't keep defending why I had to Nancy: cos he'll never accept that it's not entirely my fault, that I needed him to help me and he wouldn't Ava: He does though Ava: he's told me Ava: like you said, it's too late Nancy: He'll never tell me, so we'll only ever talk when he has good or bad news to give me Ava: Yeah Ava: it's because it doesn't change it Ava: like you said, no time machine Ava: getting him to admit that he wasn't there doesn't change that he wasn't, even if you want to hear it Ava: just like you explaining why you had to leave doesn't mean you stayed Ava: it's all just words, you know Nancy: Then how can we ever? Ava: Maybe you can't Ava: because that isn't a truce Ava: if neither of you is willing to leave your post there is no middle ground Ava: you actually have to be ready and willing to drop defending yourself and blaming each other Ava: and neither of you is, so Ava: that's that Ava: you can't make yourself give it up, clearly Nancy: It's so unfair Nancy: that everything turned out like this Ava: It just is Ava: you have to get to a place where you can just say that's what happened Ava: not attribute why's and who's to it, see it entirely objectively Nancy: maybe if I fly to Tuscany first and murder her Ava: Maybe Ava: you'll still hate yourself though Nancy: Thanks for the reminder Ava: Like you forgot Nancy: my phone alarm is set for hourly bursts of self-loathing, of course Ava: That'll be why you're tired Ava: can't even put that on him, eh Ava: unlucky, like Nancy: I'll have the luck of the Irish and all that good craic to fall back on soon enough, like Ava: 'Course Ava: be a blast Nancy: It always is Ava: It's been a while Ava: things might have changed Nancy: This family would have to catch some kind of break first Ava: Naturally, when I finish this essay, it'll all be worth it Nancy: Just make sure it's worth sticking on the fridge Ava: 'Cos that wouldn't fuck with the aesthetics Nancy: It's no finger-painting, sure Nancy: But if anyone needs the reminder that you're not a toddler it's mum and dad Ava: Really surprising they're not more elated to gain a ready-made grandkid Nancy: If the mother was anyone else, they'd be jumping for joy, no doubt Ava: Unless that mother was me Ava: of course Nancy: James has probably been well and truly scared off Ava: I reckon she's a pretty strong contraceptive Nancy: I'm in no danger but if you put me in a room with her I'd take the pill Ava: 💀 cyanide Nancy: or whichever colour gets you out of the Matrix Nancy: bye babe Ava: Careful Ava: that's what 'woke' lady and minority haters call themselves Ava: don't wanna get in that camp Nancy: is it? Ava: yeah, they're 'red pilled' 'cos they know 'the truth' Ava: the truth that feminism is a lie and all women are evil bitches, like Nancy: Oh great Ava: You accidentally been making loads of enemies over there? Ava: Whoopsie Nancy: I'll say that's the reason now Ava: Go the whole hog and call yourself an incel Ava: when any of the fam asks you how your love life is going Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Don't make me laugh though, my head is killing me Ava: I feel you Ava: the only pills I've been popping are paracetamols Nancy: Nurofen express 💚 Nancy: my actual true love Ava: so rock and roll Ava: shame even by American standards, that's no bitch's name Nancy: Read it in your best impression of the accent if you wanna swoon though, obviously Ava: It clearly does it for you, like Nancy: It's a very diverse place, thank god Ava: Sure babe Ava: the fashion industry is known for it 😏 Nancy: 🙄 Ava: Thanks for not trying to deny it Nancy: I'm not their spokesperson, pros or cons Ava: Not part of the job description of photographer or girlfriend then? Nancy: No Ava: Phew Nancy: Find a way to include it in your Politics essay Ava: Alright, mother Nancy: Never call me that again, please Nancy: if I didn't have a headache before Ava: Yeah, we didn't reckon you'd be next Nancy: Weird that you've discussed it, but okay Ava: The heat needs to be taken off somewhere, like Ava: What about Billie and her fella, do you reckon they'll go for 👶👶? Nancy: No Nancy: they barely see each other at the moment Ava: I won't put my money there then Nancy: You'd be better off keeping it on Buster Ava: I think he's disqualified by default Ava: obviously Ava: don't need no 🔮 Nancy: This one better not be born early cos of the drama Ava: She's getting out of the danger danger zone at least but still Ava: having babies is like what they were born to do Ava: missed those genetics, clearly Nancy: Lord Ava: 😂 You're so squeamish Nancy: I don't like babies, excuse me Ava: I didn't mention anything about the miracle of childbirth even Nancy: thankfully Nancy: cos it's not a miracle, it's a 🤞 & pray for the best kind of situation Nancy: you might tear open or get cut open and you get off lightly if you only 💩 or 🤢 everywhere Ava: 🙄🙄 the dramatics Ava: I've had worse nights out Ava: and I didn't get a cute kid at the end of it so 🤷 Nancy: it's not me that you need to convince so Ava: I don't think I know anyone else so definitely anti-child Nancy: I've got nothing against children, I just don't want any Ava: uhuh Nancy: It's only considered weird cos this family is so obsessed with having as many as possible Ava: Nah, it's not that Nancy: Like I said, reserve the soapbox for someone who wants to hear the pros and cons Ava: Okay Nancy: Okay, I've got loads to finish up before I can leave Ava: 'course you do Ava: I'll let you go then Nancy: I'll talk to you soon Nancy: without time zones to factor in Ava: Cool Ava: no worries Nancy: Let me know if you wanna meet up, who knows where mum and dad will decide to base themselves and when Ava: Regardless, I don't have time to come over there so I won't Nancy: Yeah, exactly Ava: Focus on what you need to do Ava: I was just checking you were okay Nancy: And I wanna check in on you too, so let me know, okay? Nancy: It's the shortest flight ever Ava: Seriously, there's no need Nancy: Alright Ava: Just focus on helping Ri, if that's what you're going to do Nancy: I'll do my best Ava: 👍 Nancy: Later then Ava: Bye Nancy: 🧡 Ava: Is Billie coming over too? Nancy: I don't know Nancy: I'll ask her when she gets home Ava: She should Nancy: I'll do my best with that too Ava: Alright Ava: that's all then Nancy: Okay, bye

[mysticmessingupmylife]

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 

Trigger warning: self harm

Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”

You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust

They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree

You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning

Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early

You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him

He smiled when he saw you, then frowned

“Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”

Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs

Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done

When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall

“I-I can explain…”

He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 

“Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”

His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded

He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head

“I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”

Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody

“I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”

Yoosung

He convinced you to cook with him

You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess

By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had

He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you

When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head

You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung

Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists

The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them

You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame

“They’re all old… Right?”

You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight

“You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”

You agreed and he kissed your head

“I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”

Jaehee

You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back

No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down

You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard

In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you

One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit

You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop

You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store

Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room

“MC? What’s wrong?”

When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning

You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock

“W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”

She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed

Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”

When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist

“I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”

Jumin

Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt

Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet

A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that

With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you

He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining

Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why

You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead

He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer

An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly

His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming

Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach

Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity

“Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”

707

Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away

He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted

You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade

Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room

When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you

“Stop what you’re doing right now!”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”

With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts

Taken back, you looked confused at him

He just smiled sad

“I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”

You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other

V

Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch

Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips

As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you

His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like

During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin

Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines

You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars

Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them

He smiled sad and kissed your wrist

“You don’t have any fresh, do you?”

When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose

“I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”

Saeran/Unknown

He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you

The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed

So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree

And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body

When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad

?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??

He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill

Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother

He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet

Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching

“Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall

Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all

“Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”

Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow

“I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”

You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight

“Please don’t ever do it again, MC”

~jane

[letgoofmygreggo]

smornby? prompt (also hi, this is the same person as last time but i was asked by my friend holly to ask for this angsty prompt, still no pressure if u don't wanna do it tho & thanks) : "Person A self harms and is good at hiding it, until one day it's hot and person B takes A's jacket away in a really public place so their scars are on display. A doesn't want to deter B from being friends so tries (unsuccessfully) to convince them the cat did it. You decide what happens next."

Hey I did it! Sorry for the wait but a certain other ship just won’t stop being adorable long enough for me to focus on other things sometimes. But as I say, I will always get around to every prompt I get it just may take me a little while! Hope your friend Holly likes this :)

Side note: I may also have a lil Lewis/Tom idea for this too that I may write if people are interested or if I find time. It is obvious what this is in the fic so yeah just pop me an ask if anyone is interested on seeing a Tom side to this. 

Let’s go to the beach. 

Smith wasn’t proud of a lot of things in his life. He didn’t like how easily he let his grades slip when his mind couldn’t focus. He didn’t like how much he talked and how often everything he said was complete nonsense. He didn’t like how useless he was. But most of all he hated how weak he was. He hated how he could no longer look at his arms without feeling ashamed, that he could no longer wear a t-shirt without a hoodie to cover his scars. The scars that littered his left arm from all of the times that he was weak. All of the times he caved and took a blade to his skin instead of just asking for help. But Smith knew he couldn’t actually ask for help, he didn’t want to be a burden. Not when his friends had their own problems.

Trott was dealing with his girlfriend Katie moving away after dating for close to 3 years while still trying to make it work.

His boyfriend, Ross, was dealing with his parents being in the middle of a messy divorce, their stress seeping into their son.

Lewis was panicking over his grades, concerned that he wasn’t going to get accepted into his dream university at the end of the year.

And Tom, well to everyone else he seemed to be the only one without any problems but Smith was his next door neighbour and so he knew better. He heard the yells from the house late at night and noticed how Tom never once talked about his family.

Sadly neither boy was very adept at asking for or accepting/offering help and after one awkward confrontation both boys had agreed that nothing else would be said about the matter, the only positive thing to come from it was their unspoken agreement that Tom could crash with Smith any night no questions asked.

No questions asked. Smith hated himself for agreeing to that. He just had to sit their as one of his closest friends suffered in silence. Unable to say or do anything because he was too weak.

Smith looked down as the blood ran across his arm and dripped onto the tissues in his lap. His breathing slowed as he watched each drop of blood fall, for a few short moments all emotions and thoughts left his mind. The pain of the cut being all he could focus on until his mind was drawn back to the present by the sound of his phone. Using his uninjured arm, Smith picked up his phone and saw the group chat he had with his friends was quickly gaining messages.

Trott: It is insanely hot! I think i’m actually melting

Ross: I’ll say mate! I’m dying here.

Tom: Meh I don’t feel it.

Lewis: That is because you aren’t human. I fucking bet you are even wearing your beanie right now.

Ross: Omg you are aren’t you Tom!

Trott: Tom….

Tom: It is a comfy hat

Trott: You really aren’t human.

Ross: Tom is a robot confirmed

Lewis: Like that is new information

Tom: It isn’t like I am trying to hide it at all

Trott: So what is it like dating a robot Lewis?

Ross: Must be interesting aye Lewis

Lewis: Oh you guys have no idea. Robots can do things with their bodies that humans can not.

Trott: wow very subtle Lewis.

Tom: The sex is very good

Trott: FUCKING HELL TOM

Ross: TOM

Trott: TOO MUCH INFORMATION

Ross: I REALLY DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR THAT

Trott: YOU ARE WORSE THAN SMITH

Trott: I DIDN’T EVEN THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE

Tom: Why don’t you guys go to the beach or something to solve your heat problem

Lewis: YES BEACH DAY

Trott: BEACH DAY

Ross: BEACH DAY

Lewis: Pack up your shit boys. I’ll start to pick you all up in 20 minutes.

Tom: All of us?

Trott: Awesome!

Ross: Sweet!

Trott: Yes Tom, all of us.

Ross: Including Smith. Even if we end up dragging him out of his house.

Tom: I’m not really a beach person guys

Lewis: Welp shouldn’t of suggested the beach then :)

Trott: We should probably get Smith’s attention before just showing up at his place.

Trott: Also yeah Tom, this is all your fault :)

Ross: :)

Ross: SMITH

Ross: SMITH COME TO BEACH SMITH.

Smith sighed as he read over the messages, including the new ones coming through. There was no way the others would let him ditch.

Smith: Yeah I’ll come. But i’m not swimming.

Ross: Perfect!!!!!!!!! I’m sure I can get you to change your mind about the swimming thing ;)

Trott: I need new friends

Lewis: Get ready guys! I’ll see you all soon.

Tom: Smith I’ll be over in 10, k?

Smith: sure thing. See you all soon

Trott: Cya guys

Ross: Can’t wait. :)

Smith put his phone down and quickly began to bandage the fresh cut on his arm. Happy with his work, Smith slipped a plaid shirt on to cover his arms and his favourite hoodie for extra protection.

Tom kept to his word and showed up on Smith’s doorstep after exactly 10 minutes. The two boys elected to sit on the front step as they waited for their friends to show up.

“To think, the other’s think I am inhuman for wearing a beanie in this weather. Wait till they get a look at you.”

Smith forced laughed at Tom’s words.

“Think I am a bit sick or something mate, feel cold as fuck.”

Tom looked at Smith skeptically, but said nothing.

They spent the rest of their time waiting in silence, both boys thinking about what they had experienced a mere half hour ago. Smith subconsciously tapping at the fresh wound on his arm, and Tom rubbing the fresh bruise on his hip.

It wasn’t long before Lewis’ car pulled up with Trott and Ross in the back. Both boys got up and made their way into the car, Tom going up front and Smith sitting in the back.

“Let’s go to the beach!”

******

“Come on Smith, just take that bloody hoodie off! You are cooking! I can see the sweat on your face!”

Smith wiped his forehead free of sweat.

“What sweat?”

Ross sighed.

“Stubborn bastard.”

Ross mumbled as he laid back down on the towel beside Smith.

They had made it to the beach just over half an hour ago and while Ross had failed in convincing Smith into swimming, Lewis had somehow managed to not only convince Tom to swim, but also take off his beanie much to the shock of everyone.

So Trott, Lewis and Tom were all off swimming in the ocean as Smith and Ross stayed on shore. Ross wanting to spend some time with his boyfriend.

Ross shifted so he was on his side facing Smith, the boy frowning at the sight before him. Smith had his eyes closed and a frown on his face. Sweat poured down his face, he was obviously boiling in that stupid hoodie of his. God his boyfriend was so stubborn sometimes.

Enough was enough. Ross reached forward and grabbed the edge of Smith’s hoodie.

“Ross, what are you….?”

“I’m taking that damn hoodie off of you before you get heat stroke!”

A tussle ensued, the boys rolling off of their towels onto the sand until Ross got the upper hand and managed to pull the hoodie off of Smith arm’s, revealing the long sleeved plaid shirt underneath.

“Unbelieveable! No wonder you are sweating so much!”

Making sure he continued to have the upper hand, Ross pushed Smith fully onto his back and sat on his lap.

Ross reached out, trying to grab the plaid shirt and instead manage to grab Smith’s arm as well. Smith hissed out in pain, quickly retracting his arm from Ross.

“Smith…??”

“It’s nothing. Cat just got me. Nothing to worry about.”

Ross looked down at Smith, concern lacing his face as Smith avoided eye contact. Ross reached out for Smith’s arm again. The boy beneath him tried to struggle, but Ross had him pinned and easily managed to get ahold of his arm. Giving up, Smith looked away as he felt Ross roll back his sleeve and winced at the gasp that soon followed.

“Smith…. Why?.. How…. how long?”

Smith stayed silent, even after he felt Ross’ tears fall onto his own face.

“Smith.”

Taking advantage of Ross being distracted, Smith pushed his boyfriend with all of his strength. Ross easily fell off of Smith and the boy quickly got up and ran away.

“SMITH!”

He ignored Ross’ calls and just ran across the beach.

He continued to run across the sand, until his legs gave out and he fell face first onto the soft ground. Pushing himself into a sitting position, Smith couldn’t help the tears that started to flow down his face. He sat their crying for a few minutes before his noticed someone sit beside him and felt them place an arm around his shoulder.  

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Smith heard Ross sigh at his words.

“That is fine for now, but we will have to talk about it Smith. At some point.”

“I know.”

Smith leaned into Ross’ touch and rested his head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry i’m such a mess.”

Ross tightened his hold on Smith.

“Hey no. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry. I should’ve noticed you were hurting, that you needed help.”

“You have more important things going on Ross.”

“Nothing is more important than you Smith.”