#Youre being asked for help. Dont fuck up this opportunity. Or do. I cant control you. :-)

[buwheal]

...Unfortunately, no. I don't doubt that you hear something, but we can't hear anything on our end. What does it sound like?

(If you’re going to help out, it’d great to also add something to distract him :-) )

[roughcass]

"Who cares?"

wriothesley x fem!reader smut

caught in office, marking, biting, spit, teasing, knee grinding, pathetic pinin', fingering use of pet names, semi-established relationship

you weren't entirely sure how you ended up here in this predicament however complaining was the last thing on your mind. not that you had time to contemplate, all you could think about was the strong man pinning you against his desk. harsh bites and kisses littered down from your ear, to your neck, to your clavicle. soft whimpers escape you, "you like that?" wriothesley asked. he knew the answer, of course you did. not a single person could please you in the way he could. as if he'd let another person touch you regardless. too embarrassed and lost in the moment you couldnt say or do anything other than whine. his kisses soon got harsher and his teeth start gracing your silky skin, tasting you. licking the spot he just bit, marking your neck. next thing you know, your shirt was unbuttoned and forgotten in the corner as he hitched your skirt up. his mouth started working lower on your chest, soon sucking and licking at your breasts. "please oh my god-" you started, only causing him to smirk more.

he has you right where he wanted you, begging and whining before he even removed an article of clothing. after all a gentleman should be focused on his lady, right? his knee travels between your legs and finds its way straight to your clit. he starts moving it around instantly, ferocious but still being gentle with you. he could never hurt his sweetheart. minutes pass like this, him kissing you with his knee bringing you close - and then he stops. still. you're begging him to do more, touch you more. hes in control and he loves it. he soon starts to lick your ear before whispering, "you look so fuckin' gorgeous f'me baby, yeah you can take it." his words had you pushing over the edge. you needed more. "fuck, wrio' need you now. please quit teasin' me" "shhh be my good girl, yeah?" more minutes pass by with this treacherous torture. "love i need more, please."

who was he to deny his princess what she needs? he teased you enough. "of course m'lady." and there he was, instantly shoving his way past your panties and working his way inside. two fingers stretching you out as his thumb finds you way to your clit, working quickly. your back collapses on his deck. "nuh uh, sit back up. if you wanna cum you gotta listen to me darling." finding the last bit of strength that possessed you, you sat up staring in his eyes. you're a moaning whining mess, can only make noises and shout his name. god it felt good.

that was until, of course, footsteps came closer. silent eyes begging him to stop, but he only slides another digit in. a scream escapes your lips before he quickly clamps his hand over your mouth. "quiet. you dont want them hearing you, now do you?" all you could do was stare at him with tears in your eyes. "or is that what you want, huh? want them to see you taking my fingers hm? your pretty gushy hole taking my fingers so well?" "n-no!" he moves quicker as the footsteps grow closer. "wrio wait," you start to mumble through the pleasure as best as you could. "w-what if fuckk.. someone catches us?" "who cares?" "you're.. nghh, the duke! what if this affects you!" he just stares at you blankly, like you were expecting any other answer. he pauses for a second before a shit eating albeit sexy smirk, he repeats himself. "who cares?" with that you feel yourself getting wetter, and you know he feels it too. "aw darling, does the idea of people watching you turn you on? you want an audience as i fuck you silly, hm?" all you could do was shriek before he covered your mouth once more. "poor baby cant even stay quiet for a few minutes." with the last two words he punctuated that by thrusting deeper and harder.

he cant help but widden his eyes, like the archons handed him a perfect opportunity at the new sound. a knock arrives on the door followed by the calling of his name. you froze still horrified, but he didnt. pleading eyes begging him to stop as he called "yes?" through the door completely unfazed. before he could see what the person needed they took his word as a sign to open the door. at light speed his jacket was covering you as you laid on his desk horrified and spent. the person screamed before walking back out and slamming the door.

"no one has any matters anymore do they?" he says annoyed before continuing moving his fingers making you cum. rolling his eyes after, "i'm so sorry sweetheart but i have to deal with that person." you stared at him as best as you could whimpering and catching your breath still. he slid on his gloves before walking over to you kissing your forehead and then your lips. "i have to teach someone some respect," he started before walking over to the mirror in his office tightening his tie. his hand was on the door knob as he turned to face you, "bye honey. i'll be back as soon as i can to properly take care of you, i love you.. don't go anywhere." he chuckled to himself at the last statement before locking his office and walking out. he knew you couldnt go anywhere, still all too fucked out from his fingers.

[dumbbitchfrommars]

its strange

a boy who was in my life for a second still plagues my mind as if it were yesterday

is it boredom? a desire to feel how i did when i was with him? mysterious, sexy, needed, loved. important. special. i felt that way, because i was that way. along the line i got so used to convincing myself otherwise that it became true.

it must be, if i kept being treated like trash, right? i must be trash if im being treated like trash. but im the one whos treating me like trash. and now everyone else is trash, because i am trash, and everything is trash, and its a big mess.

all i asked for was some space to figure it out. well, you've got it now, what are you going to do with it?

i want to work, really work hard. take all opportunities that come up and only take days off where i have no choice but to. im going to be precious with my time and energy. no is the new yes, yes will become the rare exception.

im bored, so bored. but i cant appreciate when im having fun... because im supposed to be "having fun".... but i think i may have well outgrown the spaces that once were "fun". so what does fun mean to me?

fun is adventure. what is adventure? getting out of my comfort zone. getting into nature. camping. going to new places. meeting new people. entering new spaces... literally just going outside. go and join that dance class with your coworker. go for a hike with that nice girl you met at work. get the job with the fun girl you worked with one time and never saw again, but somehow became friends. stop taking yourself so seriously and always stay distant from everyone, because distance is safety and protection and comfort and closeness with Me.

fun is being a wild child. fun is being young and taking risks... but just the right amount to stay out of trouble. fun is breaking the rules. fun is writing naughty things that shouldnt be written, but i write them anyway. fun is doing the things that my inner child never could, because she was just a girl and girls had to be proper and follow the rules. fun is solo beach trips. fun is hikes to beautiful views. fun is long road trips to random places with the sole purpose of a small errand. fun is doing mundane, pointless tasks with the intention of being present with myself and enjoying the time spent just existing.

i forgot how nice it is to simply exist. in fact, i started to believe quite the opposite. im hard on myself. i think i need to be productive all the time, that there needs to be a tangible reason and outcome for the way i spend my time. but instead, i find myself stuck in a loop of punishing myself and doomscrolling on my phone, because im so scared of the alternative. "wasting" (spending, enjoying, living) time by doing activities that have a possibility of not creating anything of use. i stopped sewing and creating and crafting. because it has to be perfect. perfectionism is ruining me. i cant even communicate with people because im afraid of seeming flawed. because i suck at it and im still learning. because the things i dont want to do are a sign of smallness and fear and of being "conservative". because confrontation is so difficult, and im too weak to face resistance. but instead, im building a bigger and bigger and thicker and thicker wall between the connection of me to Myself. and i keep on wondering why life feels so empty and meaningless.

im scared ill never figure it out.

im scared itll happen again, and ill never figure my way out.

im scared ill never overcome my awkwardness and closed-off fear of connection (fear of rejection, or abandonment) and my parents will be gone before i learn how to truly appreciate them.

im scared ill lose the one person in my life who actually pushes my boundaries and helps me grow and step out of my comfort zone, when she is the one fuelling some of my worst insecurities and self doubt. and is literally being manipulative and controlling, and has been so demanding, and taken advantage of me too.

im scared of the fucking world. its so tiring. its so stupid. giving all that power to things that cant do anything to me, nothing can hurt me, im one of Gods children and i am protected. and yet my fear is this disgusting big black entity holding me back from all my potential and all the gifts and wealth and beauty that is my birthright.

i just needed space. and i was withholding it from myself, for so so long. i let myself down enormously. my mind is mess of thoughts that i cant organise. theres too much to process and i dont know how to differentiate truth and reality from insecurity and fear. i feel like i dont know myself. i dont know my emotions, i dont know...

i feel so left out. i feel so stepped on. unappreciated...

is that how she feels too? shes perpetuating it back upon me?

i dont want to sit here doing mental gymnastics trying to analyse and figure out another persons behaviour. its hard enough trying to process my life and grow and become better myself, when i have someone so close to me who is quite literally dragging me back down. further, further. you know im struggling. why are you mistreating me?

is it all perceived or is it real? my gut and my intuition knows it to be true... im seeing it right in front of me. i wont abandon my self again.

so what do i do? i distance myself. its what ive been saying over and over again. i distance myself... its all i can do. to keep rebuilding my strength and connection to me, that line of communication in my mind and soul and higher self, so that i can make a clearer decision of what to do next. its all i can do...

so now is where the true work begins. finally. im free of distractions, ive rested, and ive sufficiently wallowed in my misery long enough. its time to refresh my resume and lock in a second job and start grinding for my future. do i apply for beauty school? thats my gateway to full career autonomy.

it makes me so uncomfortable to think about, but the options are endless. its exciting. theres no wrong decision. i can change my mind at any point. at least, if i choose something, i can switch it up later on. at least, i wont be in this endless limbo. and i wont be so susceptible to manipulation and mindcontrol. ugh. so annoying. like let me live. im figuring it out. i can fucking do it. i am doing it. im still a baby, and what about it? ugh. i hate it i hate it i hate it. clarity is upon me. im going to work hard and find it.

[barnes-n-nobles]

My Prisoner

Request: Can you do one very dark druig when the reader it's a resident in his comunity

She lives in his community, but always wanted to see the outside world, but he always manipulates her into not doing that, but when the deviants arrive she sees an opportunity to escape, but he doesn't let go and takes her with him and the eternals

I combined two asks as they were the same hope you kind anons dont mind!

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: dark themes, controlling Druig

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

Waking up every morning and doing the same routine was starting to get boring. Yes, being with Druig was amazing, but you felt like you wanted to seek adventure. See new places, meet new people, at least have a say in your life. Druig was very protective of you, never letting you leave the community due to all the dangers that existed outside. This was the only place he felt comfortable letting you roam around because he could keep an eye on you everywhere you went. To him this was the perfect place for you to be in. You didnt feel that way often arguing with him over this.

“I told you y/n..we cant leave this is the only place where it is safe for you” rubbing his thumb over your hand, gripping it. Frustrated, you walked away going back to what you wanted, “I know that! You keep repeating it like ive forgotten, I HAVENT! Im just wanting to explore the world, there is so much out there. Please…lets just go together then” you offer, hoping he would change his mind. This wasn’t fair, he promised you a life of adventure, not a life of confinement. You needed some change. “Do you want to know what happened in New York a couple years ago?” Angry at your stubbornness, “i mean yeah, who doesnt” feeling a little bold with your attitude, “Say that happens when youre out, how will I find you. Whos gonna pull you out of a whole if you get a damn building dropped on you?Hm? Whos going to even care enough to help you when everyone else is looking out for themselves…youre not ready to be alone y/n and im not going to risk something like that to happen to you. Youre all I have, I wont let you dig your own grave. Youre.Not.Leaving…Ever” his hot breath fanned over your face, now realizing how close he really was.

“I dont want to loose you princess. Please dont abandon me. Think about us” leaning into you, kissing your fluffy soft lips. “Okay..im sorry. I just get frustrated…i do the same thing everyday, it gets boring” venting out your feelings. “I know darling..I know. We’ll try to change it up okay? I promise, just give me some time” he offered bringing you close to him.

Another month went by, he kept up with his promise allowing you to explore the outside of the community, under one condition..that you let him inside your mind the entire time you were out. You were so excited and immediately took him up on his deal, however he found a loop whole. He only let you explore the tiniest bit of the forest, blocking your body from going any further than a couple feet away from the community. This was fucked up. Growing bored of this again, you went back to the same old routine, wishing that one day, you would be able to leave…not only the community, but Druig as well. He was a great boyfriend but if that meant that you couldn’t have freedom, then maybe you needed to trade him for it. When you made your way back to his cabin, your pace started to slow as you spotted new people. The strangest creature was on the ground..dead. Not knowing what to do, you just stayed still observing.

You couldn’t hear very well, but you tried your best to make out what they were saying. Something about needing Druig to go with them to do something. Your heart raced, both in excitement and nervousness. Could this finally be what you were asking for. If he was gone then there wouldn’t be anything or anyone stopping you from leaving. You walked backwards, hoping to not get noticed, turning around you walked toward the edge of the community, one foot passing over the barrier of where your body couldn’t. Placing one foot in from of the other you were finally able to go forward. Your smile was hard to contain as you started walking further and further away from the community. Felling a jolt of adrenaline, you started to run like a maniac. Laughing and twirling like a princess, you felt ultimate freedom finally. Your legs carrying you away from what felt like your own personal jail.

As you ran, you twisted your ankle, falling hard on the ground. Then you felt excruciating pain, you could literally feel your blood start to rush down to your ankle. As you sat up you winced at the pain, you couldn’t even put the least bit of pressure on it, the pain was too much. “Going somewhere?” A his voice rang from behind you, “I’m honestly kind of offended that you would run off like that” a sharpness to his words. Pulling you up by your arm, falling into his arms, yelping at the pain from your ankle. “Druig, my foot” leaning more towards him for support. He sat you down at a near by stump, Druig just stared at you, as if deciding what he was going to do next. After some moments of silence, you asked, “how did you find me?” Trying to move your ankle in circles. “I told you y/n…I’m here to protect you, when i found out you were gone I had to go find you. Wasn’t a surprise that i found you hurt, alone in a forest. Just accept the fact that you can’t leave me, it’ll be so much easier that way” raising his voice at you. “Look…I don’t want this for myself. I can’t settle down with you in the middle of a fucking forest when there a whole world out there for me to explore. This isn’t for me Druig, why don’t you try to understand me for once” your words felt like hot daggers piercing through his heart.

All that he’s done for you and you choose to throw it all away in the name of freedom. “Have you met someone else?” He asked, chest rising up and down, now fully angry. “Don’t be absurd, I don’t have contact with the outside world, how would I have met someone when I’ve been a prisoner to you” that question clearly upset you, now saying whatever the hell you felt like saying, not caring for his feelings anymore. Druig scoffed at you, “prisoner? You better watch your mouth. All I’ve ever been to you was good, how dare you say that to me. Your alive because of me. Ive kept you safe for all this time and what do I get in return? A fucking brat that doesn’t know how to appreciate me” walking up to you in a brisk motion, making you instantly regret how you had pushed him. His hand wrapped itself around your throat, bringing you up off your feet. Your hands went to his, trying to get them off as you struggled to breathe. “I’m going to show you how a real prisoner is treated, how they are tortured, abused, defiled. Anything you could possibly think of, because that’s what you will be from now on, my prisoner. You had a chance to be with me the good way, but you clearly need me to fix you.” Smirking as he saw you staring to fade, eyes glowing gold, “You will never leave my side. You cannot stand to live without me, the only time you’ll feel free and happy is with me.” Your eyes glowed gold as well, taking in everything he had told you before your body gave out on you. He brought you down again, sweeping you up into his arms.

“Oh my god what happened” Sersi’s voice yelled from behind him, he changed his expression to show worry. “She’s coming with us, she can’t be left alone. No one can protect her like I can”

[sailorhyunjinz]

Fwb oh mai

Now cherry make a headcanon or reaction whatever that's called. Where you wanna be fwb with them ig

ALRIGHTYYYY LEGO FWB!

also just realised this after i’ve written the entire thing - this is more like what it is to be fwb with them and not them reacting to you asking it SO SORRY BUT IDK I FELT LIKE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH,,,, right?~

warnings; fwb relationship, skz x gn!reader, mentions of rough sex, degrading, dom/sub!skz, leashes, cum, explicit photos, aftercare 

Bangchan

hmm,,, nobody wants to hear this but,,, he’d fall in love,,, very quick

he loves everything about you and just cant help his feelings?

very very caring

also SAFE SEX FFS HE AINT TAKING NO RISKS HERE

will never admit that he’s a huge softie for you in bed

all types of sweet nothings in your ears when he softly rolls his hips against yours

very much a giver

want YOU to feel good and pleased, his needs can wait,,,

for a while,,,, until he explodes

comes these times where he’s just fucking ruthless

rutting into you like crazy and cumming on your face OOP-

Minho

mother of god he’s rough

he gives you exactly what you want in bed

whether that’s being rough or soft (but mostly rough)

calls you all types of degrading names during sex

bitch, cocksucker, slut, whore, cumdumpster AND SO ON...

allergic to feelings and so this is perfect for him

but even if he’s rough during sex he’s very much mature and really cares about how you truly are

he’s never gonna see you as just a friend he has sex with 

but a friend he really cares about

lets you put your head on his chest and talk about your feelings :(

Changbin

binniebinnie is a tough one,,,

very passionate 

the sex is always very hot, heated and sweaty

there’s hair and saliva everywhere

will always eat you out or eat your ass IM SORRY BUT I SAID IT

but expects the favor to be paid back yk ;))

i feel like this could go on for A LONG ASS TIME

mostly dom,,,, but wont hesitate to sub 

BUT THATS A SECRET!!!

very unexpected??

randomly hits you up

sometimes in the studio because yk he needs stress relief and so you’re his first pick

OH? YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE HIS ONLY FWB??

honey think again. 

Hyunjin

he loves the idea of it

have sex,,, WITHOUT FEELINGS??

but then he gets his feelings involved DAMNIT

sensitive baby (both physically and mentally)

bruh so whiny if you’re busy or dont feel like it

calls you like 100 times

“y/n~ are you sure you cant make it today~? pleeeeaseeee,,,”

you give in because he’s cute

scratch cute when you’re actually fucking

its either pounding into you for an hour or super cute and he’s very subby

he’d feel comfortable subbing for you and so he loves this relationship 

he can get his needs fulfilled and DAMN HE LOOKS CUTE DOING IT

imagine putting him on a leash, his blonde sweaty hair hanging infront of his wide, glossy eyes :( 

Jisung

the lazy fwb

“come suck my dick” is his texts most of the time

very much like,,, fuck and be done

sure he’d cuddle you afterwards but maybe not too much like aftercare??

but if you tell him he would of course try to implement aftercare in your SEGGSY TIME SESSIONS

he usually just passes out and when he wakes up in the morning you’re already gone lmao

he will text you as soon as he wakes up though!!

“thank you y/n, i’ll buy you food”

100% SENDS DICKPICS

also the dirtiest memes

might accidentally say “i love you” during sex 

Felix

the sweetest boy ever

he really cares about how you’re feeling every time the two of you have sex 

“is this fine?” 

“are you sure? i can stop at anytime you know?”

almost gets annoying sometimes LIKE BOY FUCK ME STOP ASKING QUESTIONS

very touchyyyyy~

hands all over you if he’s on top

caressing your waist, nipples and hips

wants to see your face as well (cause he thinks you’re cute)

same as hyunjin in where he’d feel comfortable to be subby with you

will ask you to ride him a lot :(

because then he can see your pretty face when you cum and your entire upper body is on display for him!!

always cuddles you afterwards ALWAYS!!!

strokes your hair and hears your heart beat in sync with his :((

Seungmin

only reason to why he agreed to this was to get out his pent up stress

shy the first couple of times because he thinks its so odd to like ask you for sexual favors?? 

but he gets used to it pretty quickly ;)))

will make sure that you cum every time

HE AINT LEAVING HIS FRIEND UNSATISFIED

also seems like the type to sext a lot

ya know,,, uses it to masturbate ;)) 

but he doesnt tell you that

instead just sends a pic of his cock, the tip leaking with white 

with some stupid emoji

i feel like he doesnt just randomly text you but instead plans days where the two of you meet up and fuck ahsahsha

he wants you to be totally relaxed and not thinking about something else 

Jeongin

shyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

even if he knows you and you guys were friends before

he’d almost feel guilty??

because he’d be afraid that he’s using you in some way and that you get the wrong impression of him

so he always buys you food and snacks after fucking ashahsa

its a good opportunity for him to both explore what he likes 

but also to gain some sense of control because i have a feeling that he’d be dom most of the time

he’s often the baby is most situations and truth be told,,, he doesnt really like it

TO AN EXTENT

and so when you actually see him as an adult and he sees that you really likes it when he takes control IT MAKES HIM VERY VERY CRAZY 

also very prone to mixing his emotions into this

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Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader fanfic idea (Part 2)

So here we are, Incel!Shinsou is back and this time with a bit of growth that he needs to make independently (While thinking about the reader of course. Thank you so much to @blossominglark for sending in such a lovely message! Also here you can find a small explanation as to why i even started the Incel!Shinsou series.)

"I think I want you. I think you're bad. I think you're good, it's like the love I never had. I think I need you. Oh God, it's true. I think I'm falling and there's nothing I can do" - Beetlejuice Chill by Life After Youth

Part 1: Incel! Shinsou x F!Reader

Part 3: Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader (1/2)

How difficult could it be? To forget that you ever existed... thats what's haunting Shinsou ever since the conversation you two had a few days ago. He cant seem to focus anymore, everything just reeks of you. (His own bedroom where you two would sit on the floor and work on your project together. You would laugh at something that came on the television, every time resulting in his face heating up and heart beating harder at the sound, the beautiful sound, of your laughter. It doesn't feel the same anymore. He cant sit or sleep there anymore.) Shinsou starts speaking with Aizawa more, to be honest its not like Aizawa gave him that much of a choice. He needed to understand what was happening with his son and you in order to help or bring some constructive input.

Shinsou goes on and on about how he mocked you to his "friends". When questioned on his "friends" he said that they were all telling him that you needed to be taught how to be a "proper woman" the "perfect girl for them".

("Hitoshi what-...why would you...?"

"I don't know! It made sense when i was young and- i... i dont understand how or why and...please just- help me i dont understand!"

"It's ok, it's ok, come here." Aizawa hugs Shinsou tightly. He starts running his hand over Shinsou's hair comforting him.

"What did you show them? What did you tell them about...her, exactly?") A mess of tears and regrets, thats what Shinsou is. A puddle which he somehow drowned you in out of a bitter rage that had nothing to do with you.

Aizawa finally holding a grasp as to how Shinsou's mind worked, he couldn't help but feel defeated. He neglected his son so much he became bitter and resentful towards the wrong people, the wrong person. (Aizawa only ever told Shinsou that his mother moved away from them because it was "too much for her". Young Shinsou couldn't grasp why his mom would leave him, but again he never really asked questions since he saw how upset it made his dad. "Dont worry Hitoshi, ill be here for you no matter what. Got it, problem child?") An intervention needs to be made now. To prevent even more damage, to keep his son safe and his sons ex-friend safe.

"Hitoshi? The posts and things you put online, you need to delete everything now." Urgency was a must, damage control needed to happen now. Who knows if Shinsou wrote about where he lived, where you lived and studied at, if he showed those "friends" of his your face. Who knows how much information he put out there to a bunch of strangers about you. "Ok, ok. Let me delete everything...yeah...thats-yeah...makes sense." He's slipping, Shinsou is slipping into a pit of shock and disgust, he needs to fix things and that only starts by wiping away years of miss informed opinions disguised as truths.

Everything is gone. No more accounts. No more pictures. No more you. He didn't make any announcements or even address why he was wiping everything. He didn't answer the piles of questions flooding his inbox about why he was doing all of this, he just didn't care anymore. He couldn't find you either. No account on any platform with any signs of you. (He should have asked for your socials, but knowing where you two started off at he thinks its better that you two didn't. It saved you from his incessant torment he saw himself being capable of.)

Week one came and went. You didn't show up for classes and people started to take notice.

"Does anyone know why y/n isn't at school anymore? Is she sick?" Midoriya asked one day. Everyone kind of just looked at each other hoping that someone might have an answer. Be it that no one other then Shinsou was in the same class as you, everyone in his friend group knew about you since you where always nice despite the way you presented clothing wise. (The clothing didn't matter nor did the labels, you were still so welcoming to everyone. Hell, you even welcomed Monoma and that guy is considered psycho by everyone.) Shinsou couldn't do anything but listen to his friends (Midoriya, Shoto, Denki, Mina, Iida, and Ururaka) go on about how nice you were. How they miss you. He misses you . He ruined this, he ruined your school experience and pushed you to lose the friends you had because of his own ignorance. He forced you to choice between showing up to school and dealing with him or not coming in at all and losing the friends you had because of him.

The Sports Festival was coming up soon, here all the students would compete against each other to show off their skills. The Festival acts more as an opportunity for the different Courses to fight each other since its focus centers on the physical strength and wellbeing of the students instead of their study of focus. It also helps with publicity by letting UA show off their students to the general public. (Shinsou didn't understand why the school would have a Sports Festival. UA was better known for being STEM and Art focused which meant that many of the students only had to take 1 year of P.E. instead of the 3 years other schools required.

"So again, what's the purpose of this?"

"Its just a chance for the different Courses to bully each other, and for the General Course to get mocked." responded Togeike. Be it that she never spent time with Shinsou, they both had a mutual attitude and just stayed away from each other out of disinterest. It wasn't after Shinsou's personality changed did she feel more comfortable being around him and started speaking to him casually throughout the day.

"So what does the Business Course do during-"

"Hey, didn't you and y/n work on that project together?" This caught Shinsou of guard. For the past week its all been about you and how you hadn't been coming to class. (You haunt him even outside of school, the guilts too much for him at times.)

"Yeah...what about it." he snarls. Just because he's changed in appearance and largely in attitude, that doesn't mean he's over the way he treats people. Cant she get to the point already-

"Geez man, i just wanted to ask if you needed her number." That...was off. Why would she assume that he needed your number?

"Why would you give me her number? Don't you think that as former project partners i would already have her-"

"You're clearly upset about her not being here, so shut up. Either take it or leave it, jackass." she bit back. How did she know? Shinsou has always had a resting bitch face which made it hard to read his emotions. How did she manage to figure it out? (God he was an asshole!)

"Yeah, please....i'm sorry. I could-"

"Please shut the fuck up, i don't want an apology from you. Take it and fix this shit. I hate seeing people mope and you're pretty much dying in a pit here." Togeike really gives no fucks and she was tired of the purple haired boy looking like a kicked puppy. She assumed it had something to do with you. When you started skipping class, Shinsou also started to look upset and wouldn't speak that often. It wasn't like Shinsou was shy, he just didn't see the need to speak all the time. So to see him become even more silent was concerning.)

He left school that day with a skip to his step. He has your number! He has a way of contacting you! Yet, he still knew that having your number wouldn't fix anything. You left him alone and it wouldn't be fair for him to barge back into your life without proving he's improving, that he's actually deserving of you're friendship at least....

The Sports Festival.....

He can prove himself to you there....

Everyone will see it, every student at UA has to be there for credit....you'll have to be there. You'll also have to participate for the start of it, so you'll have to interact with someone.

(This was it)

This was so much fun to write! Lets give this a slow build up to give him proper character development and redemption. The next part will be the Sports Festival and what he plans on doing to get you back. Let's set up that his intention is too for one, make an impression on the school for when he decides to transfer to the Art Course but also to make an impression on you and get you to notice him in a positive light. Our poor incel is trying his best ok....

[thefanficmonster]

Strictly Professional

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: HUMOR, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A slip of the tongue leads Corpse to make an unexpected confession which leads to him getting lectured by his best friend. That’s all you need to know, the rest shall unfold before your eyes.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! I’m so sorry it’s been so long overdue but here it finally is and I really hope you come across it and read it. If so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

I’ve buried my head under my arms, resting it on my desk as my ears are still violated by the hollering coming from my headset. I don’t know what in me snapped out of nowhere or what caused the slip-up, but what matters is that it happened and now I’m in some hot water. I’m practically the soup everyone in this Discord call at the moment will be eating for dinner tonight, getting a real kick at my expense - some even having the audacity to be mad at me over it - ahem, Rae, ahem - but bottom line: I won’t live this down easily.

“Hey everyone! What did I miss?“ Sykkuno, who was running late and missed this entire debacle makes an appearance. If it were any other occasion, I’d be overjoyed to hear he’s finally joining us, but his question of what he had missed renders me only able to cringe and wait for my friends’ next move.

“Sykkuno!“ Rae exclaims ecstatically, “Oh, strap in, imma tell you what you missed...“

“No, you won’t tell him, Rae.“ Toast cuts her off, sounding uncharacteristically serious, especially when taken into account how hard he was laughing just a moment ago, “This is Corpse’s tale to tell, don’t spare him the shame of telling it one more time.“

And just when I thought this fucker would prove himself to be a true friend...

“Oof, this sounds serious...“ Sykkuno says to fill the silence I purposely let linger just so I don’t give these bullies the satisfaction of hearing my embarrassment all over again even though they inevitably will.

“It is...“ I sigh with a heavy heart, hiding my face in the palm of my hand, “It’s really bad and embarrassing and...I’d rather not retell it at all let alone for a second time, but here it goes...“ I inhale as much air as I can as a method of gaining confidence before I start talking, “So you know MGK and I made a song. Yeah well, we’re gonna be making a music video for it and I asked Rae to be in it. Thing is, I wanted to ask Y/N first. Buckle up, this is where it starts going downhill: ok so I went over to their place so we could just chit chat an marathon a few movies like we usually do over the weekends but I also wanted to bring up the whole ‘hey, wanna be in my music video’ thing but didn’t know how. Mind you, we were drinking beers this whole time, might’ve had a few too many actually. Ok, we definitely had a few too many, but back on track: as I was blabbering and stumbling over my words, nervous as all hell and unable to string the simple question inside my head, all Y/N did was tilt their head and smile at me. You know, the odd thing is it was a genuine smile, not a drunken grin like you’d expect from someone on their fourth beer bottle. And then, out of the blue, they had the audacity to hit me with: ‘You’re so cute’ and I just sat there frozen for a few seconds. I mean, my reaction was on point - who wouldn’t react like that if their crush told them they found them cute. Anyway - I was like ‘what?’ and then, out of an even bluer blue, they freaking kissed me. I nearly had a heart attack damn it!“

“And he never asked them to be in the DAYWALKER music video!“ Rae clearly couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I didn’t get the time! I was out of there in the blink of an eye!“ I bark, feeling my face heating up with embarrassment and regret. God, I should never ask how stupid I can get because I keep surprising myself in the end with just how far my stupidity goes. It’s fucking insane.

“Oh God, poor Y/N.“ Sykkuno sighs, sounding only a tiny bit as though he’s about to laugh. I appreciate his self-control honestly, the rest of these fuckers were dying laughing as though our friends and my crush kissing me and me responding like I had an allergic reaction was the best joke to ever be told.

“Poor Y/N?“ I snap a little, “What about me?“

“Yeah, poor Y/N!“ Rae backs Sykkuno up, “Poor Y/N and poor me for the missed opportunity to me in a music video for a song of one of my best friends with another one of my best friends. Corpse, you better fix this!!“

“How?!“ I’m aware I sound desperate but I seriously wanna fix it just have no idea how to go about it. I mean, if this looney group of nine people over here don’t come up with a plan no one will so not all hope for me is dead just yet. Even if we all had only one braincell we’d still be able to figure it out - I mean, ten braincells ain’t as bad as it sounds. Truth be told, Y/N’s the real brain of the group and they’d most definitely be able to help me - so fuck the irony.

“Call them.“ Sykkuno suggests so casually as though it’s a no-brainer. I’d go as far as to say his nonchalance almost made me laugh. Has he forgotten who he’s talking to? 

“No way.“ I turn that down real quick, unable to even imagine the course of that phone call without cringing.

“No, Sykkuno’s right, call them right here right now. Ask them to star in the music video and then swerve the conversation to that kiss.“ Charlie’s suddenly decided to join the torturing being preformed upon me over here.

“What will I even say? I have no idea what to tell them!“ I complain, aware that I sound like a tantrum-throwing toddler but it’s really not my fault.

“Corpse. Corpse dear, listen to me, follow each word I say really carefully, ok?“ Rae asks, her voice now pitched as though she’s addressing an actual child. Yeah, that’s her well-known way of mocking me. “How about you say the actual fucking words. You know: ‘Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?’“

I sigh, clearly defeated.

I pull out my phone, muttering to the crowd I’m about to speak in front of to be quiet as I put the ringing call on speaker, sweating like a pig the whole time. The room has risen in temperature and this hoodie has thickened, providing more warmth that’s more suffocating than comforting when it’s a hundred degrees outside. Or when I’m about to talk to my crush after THAT incident.

“Hello?“ Y/N’s voice on the other side rips me from my thoughts’ grasp, reminding me I’m on a mission.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?“ I reply a little too quickly. Not giving them the time to reply with anything, I continue: “Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?“

DAMN IT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY IT WORD FOR WORD?!?!

“Oh....“ They sound confused - and rightfully so - but then regain their composure finally, “I-I’d love to. Thanks for the opportunity, Corpse. I’m so happy you’ve made it so far. I’d be honored to be in the music video.“

Ok, that’s partial relief. Now - time for the second phase of this plan

“Uh....“ and there goes my whole vocabulary out the window, “You’re welcome.“

“Cool...cool...“ they mutter awkwardly, clearly looking for a way to end the call, “Um, by the way...this is strictly professional, right?“

No! No it’s not! Of course it isn’t! I’ve been head over heels for you for a year now, damn it!

“Of course, o-of course it is. No worries.“ I reply, once again, a little too quickly. Faster than I could’ve prevented it.

“Ok cool...well, text me the details....“ They once again trail off, hoping I’ll catch the hint.

And so I succumb.

“Will do.“ I sigh, “See ya.“

“See ya.“ They reply and hang up.

I’m left there staring at my phone screen with utter self-disappointment and frustration that’s so intense I cannot even express it in any way.

The whole lobby is at a loss of words too - all nine of them astonished by my stupidity. Fortunately though, Charlie is quick to pull himself together and speak up because God forbid Charlie ever falls speechless, then we’d be SERIOUSLY in danger.

“Corpse. You. Are. The. Biggest. Fucking. Idiot.“

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[aestheticsuwu]

4 times Johnny walkin in on someone +1 They walked in on Johnny

( Excuse my terribly writting )

....

1 .

At first he didnt understood Daniels annoyance of walking in on the kids making out or fooling around , They were kids once and by Johnny experience he had babes to makeout 24/7 . He told Daniel always announce to make your presence know .

Johnny didnt think it was necessary for the day he went to pickup his phone that he left behind at the dojo , there wasnt class that day but Daniel wanted to go over some stuff hence his missing phone .

He shouldve seen all the warnings signs but his brain was too tired to notice , it wasnt late but Johnny was tired maybe his age is catching up to him .

First sign was the car that was parked , the lights were on inside the dojo maybe Daniel stayed longer , the duffle bags and cellphones outside . He can blame that on his eyesight .

Sliding the door expecting Daniel inside going over some paperwork

" I left m-- oh God ! Diaz ! "

" Sensei ! What are you doing here ?! "

Why him ? Why , couldnt god just let Daniel suffer , he shouldve known his luck would finish now that he was dating that non stopping talking twink , that he dearly loved his mind supplied quickly .

He was outside waiting for the kids to step out outside to proceed to look for his phone . Diaz and little LaRusso shyly didntt catch his gaze , probably to embarrased getting caught fooling around by their sensei . He cant imagine getting caught making out with Daniel by Kreese , he supressed a shudder .

He tells them that he wont mention what happened if they kept their free time away from him , quickly agreeing little LaRusso hugs him quickly and dashes away with a sorry and Miguel in tow .

He goes back in quickly to find his phone to see if Daniel really had send that picture of him wearing his old Cobra Kai Jacket , wasnt a suprise that it fit him , he was still small .

.....

2 .

The second time, he walks in on  Hawk and Demetri at the Larusso's . Him and Daniel decided to move in together with Sam and Robby , And they had spare room where anthony could sleep when he's isnt staying with Amanda .

When hes not , Daniel lets Demetri stay in the room sometimes when the pale kid mother isnt home . He didnt quite like the kid that much , too much of a nerd he thought but Robby, Sam and Daniel liked him . Later on he sees that the skinny kid isnt that bad after all .

He takes  back his comment soon .

Johnny was bringing in some boxes in , too concetrated on bringing in his stuff he didnt see the motorcycle nor the shoes in the doorway .

What he sees in the living room , he thanks God for saving him from needing to bleach his eye if he had came in few seconds late to see what Hawk was planning to do .

" What the fuck ! "

" shit , shit , shit . "

He quickly cover his eyes and shifts around quickly leaves the house , he hears Demetris sorrys while Hawk laughs  and he does plan to never revisit what had happen but he will make Hawk do 50 extra push ups just for making Johnnys eyes suffer .

..... ..... .....

3 .

He loves Robby , he likes that he isnt like every kid . Robby is smart and kind with a big heart something Johnny wasnt . Although Daniel likes to remind him that Robby gets it from him and he's a good dad . He tries to be , He wants to be a good dad .

He was happy that him being with Daniel wouldnt affect Robby , Johnny was worried he would get mad but once he told him it looked like he told the kid he was giving him 10,000 dollar check .

When Daniel and him talked to Sam and Robby of the idea moving in together , Robby joked about calling Larusso dad now since they would be a family . He could tell Daniel wanted to cry from how happy that he heard those words .

Everything was almost done , mostly all his belongings were at the new house he just needed to pack his last few remaing clothes and some documents .

He does quick look around  his crappy empty aparment that he will soon leave behind , opening his door to his room he hears a noise across the other room . He brushes it off thinking is from the neighbors next door but then he hears something like if someone knocked down a vase . He quickly rushes across the room to open the door to beat the crap out of the intruder , what he sees is the opposite what he was expecting of the other side of the door .

" Robby ?! "

There was his inoccent pup in the lap of a boy on his bed , both without a shirts . He wonders how many years would he get in jail and if Daniel would go visit him .

" Dad ! What are you doing here !? "

Robby flushes , he guess it wasnt ideal to get caught by your parents .

" Im here to pick up whats left , what are you doing here with this guy , Get off his lap will you . Listen kid you got ten seconds to get out of here before Robby has to go visit me in jail . "

Robby quickly slides off  but not before handing a pillow to the guy to put on his lap .

" Dad , he's my boyfriend Doug , he's in our class re-- "

" Rickenberger ! Ok , i want you two to dress up and to step outside , Now ! . "

He didnt get a good look at first but when Robby mentioned it was his boyfriend he recognized the face of the tall kid . He tried to be menacing to scare the boy off and threaten him if he ever thought about hurting Robby . But the kid took it as a champ and did showed up for sunday dinner , and if his son is happy then he guess he will have control not to be an asshole to Doug .

....

4 .

Carmen had told him Yaya needed his help in moving a furniture at the apartment , and even gave him a spare key because she wouldnt be around because of her shifts.

Johnny loved YaYa , she was like a grandmother he never had . She always looked out after him , he was worried he wouldnt see her often now that he was living with Daniel . But soon Amanda announced her and Carmen started dating , soon Carmen , Miguel and Yaya sometimes  would join sunday dinner .

It was saturday morning and he was so comfortable with Daniel in his arms , soft sheets , nice big pillow and did he mention Daniel . It was nice morning especially from having a good night , he thinks they should have sex everynight .

He wanted to sleep more But he was a man of his word ,  well sometime when he tried , so with all his willpower he got up and showered and headed off .

Using the spare key they had given him,  he opens the door and walks in on Amanda and Carmen having some fun time in the couch , if it was another life he wouldve thought it was hot , but all he can think of right now he could've of been sleeping with Daniel .

" Shit ! Im sorry i will come back another time . "

He quickly leaves , the laughter of the two women is left behind while Johnny rushes off to his car .

..... ..... .....

+ 1 .

Nobody was home .

Only him and Daniel , Amanda and Carmen decided to take shannon to the new mall that opened , the kids wanted to go as well . Johnny was thrilled but Daniel was trying to convinced the kids to let the adults go and next time he would take them .

This was his opportunity , so he took it . Now here he was with an empty house with his babe . Johnny waits for Daniel to come out of the restroom , but he was taking way too long and he got hungry waiting for the suprise .

He went downstairs to quickly to get something to eat , opening the fridge he decides to make a sandwich .

" Johnny  , i told you to wait in the room . "

" I know , i just didnt know i was suppose to wait a year for you to come ou-- "

Closing the fridge to look at Daniel , He wasnt expecting for him to look so hot that it made him without words . Ever since he first met Daniel , his eyes were the first thing to catch his eye then his soft plump lips . His eyes were so big that it resembled Bambi , and thats what johnny calls Daniel when their alone .

One day he told Daniel he would look hot in a skirt but this was way better . Daniel had black stockings with one of his shirts that just swallowed Daniels frame and to the final touch he had a headband with antlers . Fuck that sandwich he was hungry for something else .

" You like it ? "

" I think thats an understatement , How about you come sit on my lap and let me show you how much i love it , Bambi . "

...

" Anthony stop that,  Dont bring that in ! "

Amanda yells , getting the keys out of her purse while the kids wait for her to open the door . They had to cut their day early because Anthony's friend got sick , she offered for the rest to stay at the mall but they preferred to go home . And if she knew what she was going to walk in , she would've brought out her phone to take pictures . And she only felt a little bit bad for Daniel but this was blackmail worthy .

" Oh wow , Daniel . "

Covering her sons eyes and making sure the rest eyes are closed , Johnny turns his head at their direction .

" Your back  early . "

Sam , Robby , Miguel are asking for bleach while Hawk and Demetri are laughing , Doug helps Robby go to the backyard as everyone else rushes outside to let Daniel change . Johnny thinks it was time for payback for all times they had to suffer but unfortunately Daniel wont escape Amanda's teasing any time soon .

[beardies-beys]

I Find it

Day in and day out i find it more and more disgusting that we tie our healthcare system through peoples employment or through exuberant amounts of money. How you can have what they consider healthcare in the U.S but still end up paying 250 a session. a session in which your doctor and you discuss your mental state he prescribes you the wrong meds then telling you to return in a month. 10 mins of hard work! my mind doesn't add up where one gets that amount from 10 mins of me basically talking to myself? So after what 4 failed 10 min meetings which one did you think you'd get it right? A country that finds it ok to not give citizens basic needs like healthcare. And then has the nerve to wonder why so many of its citizens are dying, young, old lets not even mention Covid. I mean people who are dying because they cant afford life saving surgeries or life saving meds. People like myself who feel discouraged to seek any kind of help, because every time we (Me) try to get our mental health or our psychical health in line. It takes 8 years to finally see someone. For them to charge you and arm and a leg for minimal help all to either not be qualified for your care anymore, or lose the a job that healthcare was provided through employer, or not fitting the hourly requirement to qualify for benefits. Every time I feel like im on the right track getting my life in order, getting myself out of the dark abysess that is my day to day life. One of those things happens and all that progress goes down the drain. Why you may ask? the system is meant to keep me hopeless and is meant to keep stuck or feeling down. That's the whole point. Why give me the options to help myself not feel lost or trapped? When you could watch the darkness swallow me whole until it finally destroys me.

Got to love the american healthcare system, Run you dry with appointment after appointment charging you a kings randsom while not actually solving the issue or giving you the right things to solve those issues. All for it to be yanked away in one swift swoop leaving you once again thrown to the darkness at a time when you think the one thing you needed most was proper care.

So much for finally getting put on the right meds. One day this country will see the struggles we all go through and finally put its arm around its peiople and show actual care and suport. I just dont know if i will 

Land if the free, land of opportunity yet it keeps its citizens in mental bonds. Why do you think so many mid 20s people either die by their own hand or by control not of their own. They’re afraid to seek help because they know what follows, bill after bill after bill. They know it leads to debt so They don’t seek help. Help for the lump, help for the bump, help for the dark thoughts, the ones that pull you out of life, the ones that suck any drive or will from your being. The ones that make you wanna cease to exist. The help for all your issues, they don’t want you to have that help or they wouldn’t make it so hard to get

It’s sad to live in a place that claims to put its people first but is the first to put its people out to dry.

Asking for help ia frowned upon, giving help is as well. What and how is acceptable to help your fellow man? Why is this capitalistic system okay? Wolf eat wolf, every man for himself & fuck the lil guy mentally. Isn’t how a nation thrives, it’s how it’s rich survives while it’s young dies. There won’t be a plannet to inherit or save, not because our elders would of have destroyed it, but actually because our elders destroyed us. Killed our hopes and dreams and sometimes us. To keep the one thing going.

Wall streets and the corporations hold on the politicians strong so not a Single page of legislation that gets passed. Substantially helps your life or mine. So we’ll never get Medicare for all or free college. They’ll keep telling us it’s impossible. “We don’t have the budget” yet we’ve got the “BUDGET” to bomb the Middle East for 20 years straight destroy families and stealing recourses. In two pointless wars we lost years ago but we’re too scared too admit, that’s more important? Policing the world instead of lowering our over inflated military budget and helping out citizens

America ladies and gentlemen, America

                                                              --

                                                                  H.C Daron 

[et-lesailes]

a threesome with ransom from knives out and nomad steve hc please i cant get it out of my head and i just saw knives out a week ago🥵

i was torturing myself over this for days because i'm the type of writer who absolutely NEEDS some type of background and explanation over everything (how do ransom and steve know each other? is this an au situation? do both exist in one universe? did one cross to another one? do they acknowledge they look like each other? what's their relation to reader? yes i am THIS annoying and yes i am fun at parties stfu) but FUCK IT i'm just going for it thanks for reading my rant enjoy

ransom's clearly the more selfish one, wanting to dominate and be in control and have as much of you to himself as possible

nomad steve is still steve at heart, so he has some of his gentlemanly side left but.......

as we all know he's way past asking for permission

he needs a release

you're on your hands and knees letting ransom fuck your face as he pulls and tugs on your hair to control you

while steve is fucking you from behind, hands holding your ass and squeezing and groping hard

"don't let him tire you out too much doll, because you'll need to save ALL your energy for me" ransom growls as his cock hits the back of your throat

you cough and choke slightly but close your eyes trying to adjust to steve's thick length stretching you out

you secretly love being their little slut but you'd never admit it

(though ransom usually makes you)

"does that feel good, sweetheart? fuck you're so tight." steve hisses as he pulls your hips back towards his

"if that feels good you just wait for how you'll feel milking my cock dry" the ever competitive ransom scoffs, bucking his hips aggressively

steve simply rolls his eyes and ignores him, more focused on pleasuring you

you're a mess of muffled moans, squeals, and whimpers as you take both of them

ransom finally comes all over your face and demands you leave it there

"just like the naughty little cumslut you are"

steve takes this opportunity to grab your hips and sit down on the bed

pulling you on top of him so you're riding him with your back to him, your ass bouncing up and down on his cock

ransom steps in front of you and grabs your face to kiss you

he practically shoves his tongue down your throat as he moves his hand down to rub your clit

the stimulation is too much, you feel yourself getting close

steve feels you tighten up and presses kisses all over your shoulder, nipping at the skin with his teeth

"come for me, baby" he growls into your ear, "it's going to be the first of many tonight"

and he's right

you can't even count how many orgasms you have just from steve fucking you alone

whether it's because of his natural raw talent or super soldier serum you dont know and dont care

you're exhausted by the time he's done, lying on the bed panting

but now ransom's suddenly scooping you up like the little sex doll you are

"i hope you didn't think you were finished. i think i could force a few more out of you"

he moves to the window and presses your bare front against the cool glass making you gasp

"i want everyone to see what a little slut you are for me, princess"

he fucks you hard and fast, his teeth tugging at his lower lip and his eyebrows furrowed from how vigorous his movements are

he moves one hand up to your neck and squeezes, leaning down to suck on the shoulder steve just covered in love bites

your overstimulated pussy is aching and you can't help but cum again

"p-please ransom no more, i can't do it again"

"oh i think you can baby"

he moves to bend you over the desk nearby, pushing your head down and pounding you at a perfect angle

meanwhile steve watches with a smirk, already hard again and pumping himself as he comes closer

"you really need to learn how to share, ransom."

he slaps your cheek with his length and gruffly demands you to suck

you whimper and obey, lifting your head up and holding the sides of the desk as you take him in

you swear you're becoming lightheaded from everything going on

you cum again as ransom hits your sweet spot with his merciless thrusts

steve's cum is sliding down your throat and filling your mouth, dribbles dripping down to your breasts

both of them finally step back with heavy breaths and you sink down onto the floor with your back against the wall

"c'mon sweetheart" steve murmurs and scoops you up, setting you on the bed "you've been a good girl, you can get some rest"

"not for long though" ransom says with a smirk as he calmly gets dressed "i'll be back for round two, you better be ready"

[kibybun]

The Feeling is Mutual

Yandere Hawks x Yandere + Tsundere reader

Tw: yandere, obsession, stalking, cussing, violence, murder

Enjoy!

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You were currently running for your life. Why? Because you're a badass. But really, a sleazy pervert thought he had the right to touch you. Too bad, you punch quite hard.

"Get back here you little bitch!" The pervert was definitely strong due to his muscular build but you were definitely fast.

Thundering footsteps take the quiet alley by storm as you start to pull ahead of him.

"Go suck a dick, you bag of cat piss!" You look back to mock him but your feet disapprove. Your face scrapes against the lose gravel along with your hands and knees. "Fuck...."

"Wanna repeat yourself?" He comes to a stop at your side, bends down, and yanks you up by your hair.

"You disgusting bag of cat piss!" Once again you're too cocky for your own good. You spit in his face and he throws you against the wall.

"Little bitch!" He wipes his face before grabbing your throat, pinning you to the wall, and raising his fist.

"Do it, you bag of cat piss!"

His face fumes red as he tries to hit you, only to be stopped by vivid red feathers.

"What the hell?" His grip on you loosens so you take the opportunity to kick him in his precious no-no square. He collapses in pain and grovels on the ground.

"Hehe do I get a thanks for saving that pretty face of yours?" You instantly feel your blood boil but as you look at your "savior" the only thing you feel heat up are your cheeks.

His whole appearance was absolutely delicious but what caught you most was how god damn beautiful his wings are.

"Hehe what's wrong, like what you see?" This over grow chicken then takes it upon himself to flex his arms and wings.

You scoff. "Nope." 'What. The. Fuck. What's wrong with you me!?!' You turn to hide your blushing face to help imply your unimpressed demeanor.

"Owwww you wound me! Anyway why were you running from that guy, doll?" You choke on the air, trying to register the pet name he gave you.

"Pfft doll? Try coming up with something more original, stranger." As you make your witty remark, both of you fail to notice the pervert silently escaping. It wasnt like he mattered anyway.

"Fair point, angel. Name's Hawks." He holds out a hand for you to shake. Somehow this name was even more cheesy but you loved it.

"As if that's better..." 'Shut the hell up with your sass!'

You go to shake Hawks' hand but before you can grab his, he grabs yours. He swiftly but gently pulls your hand to his lips to place a kiss atop of it. You snatched your hand away at mock speed.

Embarrassed and flustered to manage to stutter out, "H-hey! That's disgusting! I still have no idea who the hell you are!" But you loved it oh so much.

He merely laughs. "Well you can trust me, plus I dont know who you are so, what's your name?"

"What do you mean 'you can trust me'?"

"Awe, ignoring my question? Anyway what I mean by that is I'm pretty trustworthy. Being number 2. hero and all." Hawks leisurely puts his hands behind his head.

All you felt was utter shock. Not only did the number 2. hero come and "rescue" you but he has been FLIRTING with you.

"So? I still dont know who you are." 'Oh my god, you absolute idiot you have no hope.' But he just laughs it off.

"Still a valid point so let's make a deal. I give you my first name and you give me yours plus your number." You have to stop yourself from gagging at how adorable and cheesy that was.

You give him a deer in the headlights look.

"Oh c'mon! I'm basically putting my whole identity on the line and all I'm asking is for your digits plus a name."

"But why?" 'Stop questioning it and take it!'

"Why not?" You give a final scoff before mumbling something. "Can you repeat that a little louder angel?"

"(y/n)."

"(y/n). (y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n)."

"What the hell are you doing? Stop saying my name." 'No, please keep saying it.'

"I'm saying it eight times so I never forget it. Cuz, ya know, eight on its side is the infinity symbol." He smiles the most innocent and pure smile anyone could make.

Your heart squeezes as you cant handle this. "That's dumb..."

"Maybe but you still need to give me your number."

"Name first."

"Ooo assertive, I like!" He steps closer causing you to step back.

'Please come closer.'

Very quickly your back hits the wall and Hawks brings his face dangerously close to your ear.

"Keigo." His voice was deep and had the effect of honey in your ear. It happened slowly leaving the sound stuck in your ear yet still traveling through your body.

As quickly as it happened, Keigo had pulled away and passed you his phone.

"Keep my name a secret, 'kay?" He smiles and winks only causeing you to function less and less.

"Whatever..." You put in your number and name, passing the phone back to Keigo.

"Thanks angel! I'd love to text you right away but I'm still on patrol so be sure to look out for my text later!" He swoops up your hand again to give it another kiss before flying off.

"Hey!" His response was laughter. As you begin to walk back towards your destination your face cools and you hold your hand close.

'He's suck a dummy but he's my dummy.'

Around 6:30 pm you receive a text from an unknown number.

'Hey angel.'

'Hey over grown chicken.' "Why the hell are you being so mean?!"

'lol are you calling me big?'

'Nope, tiny with succulent wings.'

'So you're only using me for my wings?! 😭'

'Yup!'

'Daw you dont need to lie to me angel.'

'But lying is so fun~'

'So you were lying!'

'....shit.'

'Ha! I knew I was irresistible.'

'Irresistible to carnivores.'

'You're an omnivore.'

'I have amazing self control.'

'Oh? prove it.'

'Pfft how?"

You leave the kitchen with your snack and plop on your bed. You were too engrossed in your conversation with Keigo that you didnt notice him peering through your window.

He simply adored how you try to contain how happy you become when you get a message from him.

Now was the test to see if you truely had amazing self control. Your phone buzzes and you quickly switch to your messages only to nearly die.

Inches from your face was the sexiest abb picture you've ever seen. His body was so well toned and to add to the picture his wings make up most of the background with very little blue sky poking through.

You were too distracted oogling and drooling over a simple picture it took a moment before you noticed his next texts.

'How's that self control treating ya?'

'I bet you're drooling over me.'

You pout, send a reply, and set your phone down.

'I think I'm a vegan now.'

After a second Keigo can notice the panic on your face as a faint "was that too mean?" was heard.

'Then I guess I'm the forbidden fruit.'

You bite your lip as you switch over to social media. Before your little banter started you were stalking his accounts. You didnt follow him or like any of his posts so he wouldnt be given that satisfaction but you truely did like them.

The only thing you disliked was how there were other girls who thought they could ever get with YOUR Hawks. He asked YOUR number and gave YOU his name. Clearly he was yours.

'Hey, you still there?'

'I like forbiden fruit. I have to shower. I'll text you in the morning, sweet dreams❤'

Keigo's heart flutters at the simple message. He flies home to shower as well.

While in the shower you slowly think of ways to eliminate the girls who think they can look at your Darling.

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Two weeks have passed and have you been a little busy bee. You had to work to sustain life but you made it to every event your beloved was at. You made it to every meet and greet, interview, photoshoot, villain attack, his window at night. It really helped that you have a stealth quirk, so that way you wont be entirely in debt!

It wasnt like Keigo to not notice he was being followed, he knew exactly what you were doing, but he felt too endeared that his angel was watching out for him. He was also quite impressed on how you were able to sneak into his interviews and photoshoots.

Keigo felt guilty not being able to give you the attention you deserve but he tries to make up for it by watching you on his patrols and after you leave his house to go to sleep.

Tonight was no different as Keigo was perched on your apartment balcony. You liked to sleep with the curtains drawn back so you can see the stars but you always forgot to lock that door. Did you ever lock it?

Keigo silently fusses over how dangerous that is as he opens the door and kneels down at the side of your bed. His left hand holds on of yours as his right cups your face.

He was addicted to watching your sleeping face. So innocent. Plus he got a break from your adorable tsundere additude. Dont get him wrong, he loved it just he desires affection too.

He slowly retracts his hands to pull out his phone to take a picture. He probably had hundreds of pictures of your sleeping face but he needed to document everything. Tonight you must be having a bad dream, evident by the fact your eyebrows were scrunched and you sticking your tongue out ever so slightly.

"You need to stop being so adorable angel." He takes his pictures and kisses you forehead.

He wanted nothing more than to cuddle you but he had an extra early patrol. He slides the door to your balcony closed and flies off.

When you wake up with your mouth dryer than a desert. "Blah..." You grab your phone and text Keigo.

'Goodmorning early bird.'

You knew he'd be awake. You had memorized his schedule. Today after patrol he had a meet and greet then a photoshoot.

'Morning beautiful.'

You truely cant help smiling and blushing at all the cute things he says to you.

'How'd you sleep?'

'What's this? Concern????'

You roll your eyes at his teasing continue to eat your breakfast.

'Keep teasing me and it wont happen again.'

'lol sorry angel, I slept ok but it would've been better with you~'

Did he just say that? Oh my god he just said that.

(y/n). exe has stopped working. As your brain starts to reboot, your phone pings.

'How'd you sleep?'

The witty comments part of your brain was still rebooting, preventing the tsundere in you to actually work.

'Maybe if we spent the night together we'd sleep better.'

Now this caught Keigo off guard. He expected to be called a pervert or weirdo. Not for you to agree.

'Do you maybe wanna watch a movie tonight?'

He gotta shoot his shot sometime. Why not now?

Your brain could not comprehend what was happening. Were you dreaming? No, your sure you're awake. Was he joking? No, he didn't seem like the type to jokingly ask that. Maybe the world was just rewarding you for being so dedicated and loyal. That's probably it.

'Where and when?'

Keigo does a few flips in the sky to try and ease his excitement. Too bad that fails. "Its a date!"

'6 @ my place?'

'You better pick me up on time and have dinner prepared.'

'Anything for you angel!'

"Oh my fucking god it's a date." You jump up and down excited, running to your closet to pick out your outfit.

Since it wasnt a fancy restaurant or anything you decide to go more casual. A cute sundress maybe? Either way you put on your outfit and head out the door to go to your darling's meet and greet. It wasnt too far from your apartment so you were able to take a leisurely stroll there.

As you arrive you see the big crowd already forming. You didnt want to get your outfit dirty so you decide to stay more towards the back. A peppy blonde girl pushes you slightly to the side.

"Bitch.." you mumbled under your breath.

"Uh what did you just say?"

Not wanting to embarrass Keigo or have him have to separate a girl fight you decide to step down. "Nothing."

"Good choice bitch."

As the two of you reach the middle of the crowd, the girl takes out her phone. It was hard not to ease drop when she is purposely talking in your ear.

"Hawks is so hot. I bet he has a big dick too. Maybe after this he'll let me take some of that stress off of him~!" She puffs her chest out trying to get a reaction from you.

On the outside you're calm and collected but inside all hell was breaking lose. You wanted to snap her neck, pull out her fingernails, and slice off her tits.

Seeing as you're unfazed she continues. "I bet he'd be screaming how good I make him feel. He'd ask for my number and I'd break his heart. He is just a hunky of meat after all."

That's it.

You activate your stealth quirk and she questions where you went. You pull out a knife you always have on you, just in case, and glide it against her throat in a swift but silent manner. She collapses to the ground and a shrill scream sounds, alerting everyone near.

Before you run, you look at Keigo. His eyes meet yours. You know he can see you even if you were invisible. You know he knows you just killed her. His face holds disbelief but his eyes shimmer and smile for him.

You run from the crime scene and wash the blood from your hands.

Six o-clock slowly arrives and there was a knock on your door. You know its Keigo but you dont know how he found your adress. Opening the door you see him smiling so brightly.

"My little angel shed her white wings!" He traps you in a hug. You gladly hug him back.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not! You did it for me didnt you?" You look up at him and nod. "Then its perfectly fine." He smiles at you before picking you up bridal style and closing your door.

"We better hurry, dinner is getting cold."

Loosely based on my Stalker x Stalker headcanons! Thank you so much for reading, have an amazing day!

Kiby~💚

[depressed-x-bitch]

!!!trigger warning!!! this is a rant that mentions suixide, if you’re triggered by that please do not read!!! i love you and you matter!

i feel really weird. tomorrow it’ll be 2 years since i tried to kill myself and im not quite sure what to make of it or what to think of it. its weird to think its already been so long, and that i had so much hope for 2020. i had so much fucking hope that was just destroyed in front of me with each passing day that its almost surprising im still here. i dont know what happened. i never felt like i knew myself before, but at least i had an idea. now i look in the mirror and don’t even know the person im staring back at. i feel like im in such a weird phase of my life and i just want it to end. I want to move out of my parents house, i cant stand living with them. it feels like they’re holding me back from becoming the person i want to be. and honestly,, im mad. im mad at my parents. im mad at my parents for not doing their job. they had one fucking job when they brought me into this world, and it was to give me their time and effort to raise me to be a healthy woman, and im just not sure if they did that. i wont sit here and try to paint my parents as complete failures, because i know they love me, i know they care, i know they try, but its just not enough. they weren’t absent parents, they were there, i always had food, a warm home, and clothes on my back, thats not the department they lack in. they lack having and emotional connection with their child. my dad is pretty much oblivious to whats going on with me, he knows i have depression and everything, and always asks how i am or if im fine, but i can never actually tell him how i feel because he’s already ruined that opportunity when i was a kid by getting mad at me and yelling at me every time i didn’t answer him because i was too scared to answer. he got mad over small things because he has anger issues and it always really scared me, he even got mad at me once because he asked how i was and i told him i was fine but he didn’t believe me, and i was still very young at the time. he once got so mad he was screaming at me for like 5 minutes while i hid behind the couch by my door crying, waiting for him to finish yelling at me so i could go to my room and hide away from him while i sobbed. i remember after that, i sat behind my door sobbing, and that was the first time i ever thought about hurting myself. i was 8.. then my mom is, to put it simply, a bitch. she treats me like her little baby, but treats my cousin (who she WILLINGLY took in) like her personal fucking punching bag. then my other cousin she took in (he is very young) gets to call HER mom, but she is virtually NEVER here to take care of him. she doesn’t play with him, she barely does anything with him. but thats not a surprise to me because she didn’t play with me much when i was younger either, yet she was still my favorite because my dad scared me. (my dad is my favorite now because i can actually stand being around him sometimes, unlike my mom) she always has something snarky to say, shes judgy, and god forbid you need or want something in a timely manner. she always tries to hug me randomly and talk to me when im literally just walking around the house or trying to do something. its really annoying to be randomly forced into a hug when im not in the mood and im trying to do something. she forced me to go to psychiatrist appointments where she and the doctor had to try and pull any information out of me, i was made to take anti-depressants because they knew something was wrong, but not what.  i eventually switched doctors and made her stop coming in the room because i couldn’t talk with her around. but there was a time before the appointments where i was constantly trying to stay home because i was depressed and i always had to talk to her about staying home, and she would ask me what was wrong, and i tried to explain it but shes just not a good listener. it felt like all she was trying to do was solve the problem, she kept telling me things i needed to do that would “help me feel better” (exercise, taking vitamins, getting birth control etc, ik these help but you have to realize i was at a point in my depression where it was hard to just get out of bed, its a problem beyond that) and kept dismissing my feelings. it never felt like she listened because she really cared, it felt like she was just trying to get a quick solution, like she was just solving a problem. and then around march 2020 she stopped making my appointments randomly (without telling me!!!!) so eventually around july the question came up about what happened to my appointments and she said “well you seemed fine” so then around september or october i asked her to make me an appointment, she didn’t get to it until like november. got put back on my anti-depressant, so i asked her to go get the prescription for me. she couldn’t get it. and why couldn’t she do that, and why did it take so long for her to make an appointment ?  oh,, she was TOO BUSY. the pharmacy is on your way to work, you don’t work weekends, and the phone call to make an appointment doesn’t even last 5 minutes. but no, you were too busy to care about your daughters declining mental health. if she really hated how i hurt myself so much, you would fucking think she would take me seriously when i ASKED her for appointments. i asked you for help, my fucking MOM, the one person who is supposed to be there to help me no matter what, to help me, and she just couldn’t do it. she wonders why i treat her the way i do, and i have a fucking LIST of reasons. because she disappointed me, because i had hope she’d be there and she just wasn’t. shes too caught up in her own feelings and emotions that she don’t consider how others feel. i understand shes the adult, but she acts like the child. it always about what she wants, not what other people need. everyone thinks they’re good parents from the outside, but once you take a closer look and start to dive in, you’ll see that the best thing you can label them as is “mediocre parents” in conclusion, i can’t wait for the fucking day i move out of this hell-hole i call home.

[fairycosmos]

so i’m diagnosed with aspd (please don’t judge me) and i know that bc of that i’m more prone to addiction than ‘neurotypical’ people and i’m kind of scared i’m turning into a (functional) alcoholic and at the same time i don’t care?? i’m unsure of what to do bc i can’t open up to my therapist who i’ve been seeing for two years so i can’t tell her about my potential addiction. anyways i’m sorry for dumping this on you but i just needed to bent and you seem like a truly nice and caring person.

hey there’s no judgement on my end, don’t worry. i can sort of relate to being more prone to addiction but due to family history rather than a personality disorder - i can understand to an extent how hard it is to gain a sense of control or even a will to improve. though i’m obviously ignorant on your lived experiences with aspd, and how it impacts your behaviour and thought processes, can i ask why you cant open up to your therapist about it? do you think you’ll always feel that way, have you already made the decision for your future self that you’re not going to reach out? or is it something you can work on confronting? i think it’s worth reflecting on that point so you can identify what it is you’re so apprehensive of, what the worst case scenario is and how likely that being honest with a professional will lead to that actually occurring in reality. i appreciate how extremely difficult it is to put this sort of thing into words, and i’m not saying you have to bare your entire soul at your next appointment, i’m just asking you to take pause and keep your options open ended in your head. i think it’s a really great sign that you have the self awareness to see that this is becoming a problem. not to sound cliche but that really is the first step towards modifying your actions for the better. you have to try to keep listening to the part of you that is scared because it is what’s going to save you in the long run. the fact that you were able to send this and verbalize the fear is great. you know that what you’re doing doesn’t serve you well. and maybe you don’t care about that 100% of the time - because you don’t care about yourself or because it’s easier to block things out or because you just can’t find the energy or because of your mental illness. whatever the case may be, may be something else entirely. but the majority of the time the urge to want to give up is both temporary and empty. you’re not a lost cause, in fact you’re the furthest thing from it. it will be much easier to start laying the foundation for a healthier future now - even if you have to force yourself to, even if you have to tear your way through the apathy - before the choice is no longer yours. i’m not trying to scare you, and i’m more than certain you know the dangers of alcoholism, but i want to reiterate that there IS a better life for you than that. it’s all in what you do now with the resources that are at your disposal. not every day has to be a good one, and relapses happen, but there has to be an understanding in the back of your mind as to why it’s crucial that you keep trying. that sometimes it’s ok to be clear minded and sober and terribly bored. even if it fucking hurts. specialized therapy will be able to give you the tools and coping mechanisms to keep the urges at bay when they do arise, and may be able to instill some self worth into you as well. you start with one small positive routine and then build around it, one day at a time. no rush or deadline. whatever you’re avoiding, or whatever underlying issues are causing you to drink so much, they CAN be confronted and worked through with time and the right support. i promise, it’s not just empty words. it’s the truth. there are a lot of times in my life i’ve quietly thought i’m going to be an alcoholic at some point, and i still do sometimes. that i’m just going to finally let go and get wrecked all the time. and what sets me back ‘on track’ changes all the time, but mostly i remember how totally shit i feel after i drink too much. and how my parents were/are, how damaged. how i don’t want to make that my life 24/7 by CHOICE, because right now it still is. i’ve seen/spoken to alcoholics who are too far down the path to return to normalcy, their bodies totally dependent on drink and it is the saddest thing in the world. and they all thought they were functional at one point too, you know? use this hindsight you have to make a difference. again, this isn’t to scare you and certainly not to blame you in any way. this isn’t a matter of personal failure or guilt. addiction is an illness, a hell of a one. i just think it’s good to have some perspective and to see what you’re fighting against by making the choice not to pick up the bottle. i really hope you’re able to revisit the idea of speaking to your therapist or maybe an AA group (over the phone i suppose, with the virus) in your area. it could also help to talk to your loved ones or people you trust about the issue. i’m sure they’d rather you do that than struggle alone and get to a point of no return before they even had the chance to be there for you. there are a lot of people out there who have been where you are and who are willing to help. you’re truly not alone, alright? i’m going to leave a few links to some numbers and resources you can call though im v sorry if they dont pertain to where you live :/ please give yourself the opportunity to heal and recuperate while you still can, even if you dont feel any ‘urgency’ or sense of ‘self care’ in this moment. you can still do the right thing for yourself despite your thoughts. you do deserve it, you know. im sending you love and warmth, take care x

https://drugabuse.com/alcohol/hotlines/

https://adfam.org.uk/help-for-families/finding-support/call-a-helpline

https://www.drugwise.org.uk/where-can-i-get-help/

https://www.therecoveryvillage.com/alcohol-abuse/treatment-rehab/from-alcohol-self-help-to-recovery-practical-tips/

[twentytwoyearoldchild]

The First Post

To be honest, I’m not expecting anybody to read these or actually find them, or even care. 

This is for me. Be it for the sake of journaling, therapy, word vomit, whatever. 

An opportunity to let go. 

I guess I’ll start from the top

Shit’s been weird as fuck; as it has been for a lot of people. It was my last day of uni forever the day we shut down for the first covid quarantine, my apartment lease was up in a few months, and I didn’t have a job anymore. I was fortunate enough to have extended family in the area with whom I could move in with after my lease was up. Fast forward a few months and I’m home again. 

I really thought I had overcome a lot of shit I was dealing with when I moved out after high school. I had a routine, it wasn’t always healthy but it got me through. But damn has it hit hard since I’ve been back at home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, they’re good parents; they’ve grown a lot since I’ve been away. But there’s always something that doesn’t change. Or, it’s evolved in a weird way that’s not as bad but still like an “are you kidding me,” type of vibe. 

I can’t believe I’m still being so fucking vague, like no matter how hard I try I can’t just say it, fuck I cant even type it. 

How do I even streamline everything in my head. I’ve never thought about how I feel cause it makes me mad, and I don’t like being angry. I don’t like how it makes me feel. 

Why the fuck I have so many issues coming from a family that wasn’t terrible, just had it’s little quirks, beats me. 

My mom, I love her to bits, she works her ass off for us and I am eternally grateful for that. Our relationship hasn’t always been good, it only really improved until after I turned 19. We used to fight a lot. But not in the fist fighting sense. It was mostly me doing things she didn’t want me doing but I did any way so she just yelled at me all the time. She used to hit me and my siblings when we were kids. She never beat us until we turned blue, and it didn’t make her a bad mom when she would tell me to grab her heels instead of a belt. 

I have never talked about this memory, thought about this memory, it is one I like to keep locked away. I must have been 8, we had just recently moved the year before. I remember running upstairs, my mom was chasing me, yelling at me. Saying she was gonna beat me until I bled. I remember being cornered, screaming, crying, looking up at her, and that’s all I remember. That’s where the memory ends. My memories don’t pick up again until I was about 11 years old. 

I used to hate her for it, but I know now that she was just coping with her anger the only way she knew how, and I don’t blame her for it. It was normal for her, it was normal for us. 

Wow I feel like I went off track, but hey there’s your not so tragic backstory, just a kid with a mom who had anger issues sometimes. UGH man I hate talking about this. Cause I know it could have been worse. I think that’s one of the reasons I have never talked about it, wrote about it, or anything, is cause it could have been worse. What point is there in telling someone if it doesn’t change anything. Like why the fuck am I so altered by a childhood that wasn’t even that bad. 

Anyway

Because of that we used to fight a lot. 

My mom is your typical girly girl, does her nails, and im not gonna lie she is very pretty. She takes good care of herself. 

I am very much the opposite. I got into alt-rock at an early age and fell in love with being all angsty. I cut my hair off, wore baggy band tees, black skinny jeans, and topped it off with my huge ass DC sneakers. I pierced my own ears a few times, pierced my friends ears. I tried piercing my LIP when I was 10, the needle only went in half way. That shit still makes me laugh. 

Basically, I looked like a little emo boy and I liked it. I liked the way people would avoid looking into my eyes, or would look away quickly, or called me sir. I think I liked it so much only because my mom hated it. 

She used to be very... vain? I mean low key still is, but whatever. Right about 10 years old is when I remember my mom making comments about my weight. I did sports in school, but it was never enough to stop my mom from telling me I was too heavy, or that I wasn’t sucking in my stomach enough. There were other things going on at home that I think snowballed it but that’s for another time.

I’ve never called it an eating disorder but I guess that’s what it was. What it is. It wasn’t debilitating, I never got underweight, I looked normal and healthy. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I stopped eating, I tried puking, I started binging. Not enough to cause attention, just enough to feel in control because I didn’t know how else to deal with everything going on. 

After I moved out, I thought I had moved past it. I really thought I was doing something, and getting buff, that was the goal: get ripped as fuck. I was going to the gym 6 days a week, for an hour or two, lifting weights. But I wasn’t eating. I had no idea I wasn’t eating, I was just busy. Always busy. 

I didn’t realize how much it affected me until last year. An acquaintance of mine asked me if I was “ok” because I was looking “really thin”. Never in my Life had I heard those words directed at me, ever. That shook me So Hard. 

I don’t want this to be a dunk on my mom, I love her so much, and she’s grown so much as a person and as a mother. I’ve forgiven her. Which is why this shit makes me so mad ‘cause it’s like, “I’ve forgiven her but why can’t I make it stop,”

TLDR;

Okay All of this to say: Im back home 

quarantine has definitely fucked up my weight, as it has for many others. but now being back at home with my mom telling me everyday 

wow ur getting fat

if u dont exercise youll get fat

I see your double chin you need to loose weight. 

like WHY is it fucking me up. why is my parents fighting and ignoring each other again still fucking me up. Why cant i sit down tune that shit out and just fucking work like i need to. Why cant i fucking eat. why is it so hard to just say “i need help but i dont know how”

It’s been a week and I have totally ignored everyone that’s been reaching out to me.

Why do I feel so guilty.

Man, I feel like such a whiny bitch baby. 

[umbillicalnoose]

i think that you would think im pretty and would like my poetry and i want to share it with you. im shy.

to be honest, im very apathetic these days. im not the nice “cutesy baby flower petal boy” i used to be. a lot has happened & im bitter & sullen & all in all, a pretty shitty friend/person to know. i used to possess some redeeming qualities, believe it or not, even if they were construed by the subconscious in an attempt to be likeable - a facade, even tho its only a facade, is still tangible, still there, is still something, even if not authentic. is poorer character forgivable in the name of presenting more authentically? but nah. that makes it sound like im putting effort into being a better person, which im not. im just sort of fried & done. its been a very long time since i played the role i built for myself on here of the “small fawn boy who wants to help girls” lmaooo. how embarrassing. altho, i was just a kid, & i guess, if you had a tumblr as a teenager, you went thru some cringe (i know the use of that word has fallen in on itself & adopted its own definition but for lack of a better one) ass phases, whether it was kinning or malingering mental illness or oh fucking christ, all that gender bullshit, etc etc. from what ive observed, tho, loosely following kids im still casually friends with that i met on here, i think we’ve all managed to Grow The Fuck Up, at least a little. most of us have jobs or r in school or have partners - growing up & moving on is a very surreal experience to watch/go thru. im moving at my own pace & ive accepted that - im still currently using & starving myself & concocting a suicide plan every day but at least i use clean needles as much as possible, i actively & honestly do strive for the bare minimum calorically, & um able to work with the mentality of “well ill have this when i need it but todays not that day” a lot more readily, in relation to suicide shit. ive finally found a therapist who Really Gets It, is a frontrunner internationally on ritual & extreme abuse & mind control. its pretty incredible what a few years with a good therapist can do. anyways. im sorry, i know you didnt ask for all this & im not even sure why i divulged. i guess, what tipped me off, was your attempt at sounsing “cute” - dude, cut that shit out, i promise youll be a lot better off. & i know everyone interchanges aspects of their personality based on who theyre talking to/who they percieve themselves to be talking to, but i feel like not a lot of people give enough credence to the internet & its hand in shaping/molding young people, kids, vulnerable dumbasses, especially tumblr (tho, i get that its a relatively new phenomenon) - u get a bunch of the “weird”, “alternative”, ““ostracized” kids together on a website, of course its gonna nurture a culture of hypervalidatoon & pretending to be sick in order to fit in to the point that its not an act anymore & exacerbation of symptoms & basically, just sucking each others dicks, sitting in ur own shit, & never ending coddling. & then, you have the older group of kids, who have played this game before but instead of helping or ignoring the Dumbshit kids, they indulge their own normally-buried-but-unleashed-by-internet-anonymity sadism/human instinct to just be fucking dicks & so now you have this vicious cycle of anger & hatred & fucking melodrama up the urethra. im sorry, i know im comig off as/am being harsh but god fuckin dammit yknow? also, this isnt directed at you, specifically, more of a generalized thing, @ myself included. so uh. i mean, if u still wanna share it with me after reading all this, id be happy to read ur poetry. i used to be over the top nice & then reverted to Major Asshole & am now trying to find that sweet middle spot - honoring & allowing myself to share my pain without putting it on others. which is really hard!! cuz becoming a Dick was difficult in that it forced me to be more honest with my true self & as such, more vulnerable - now in trying to become Kinda Nice again because despite being a pulsating scrotom, ive had the intense desire for friendship & human interaction, while simultaneously doing things that i was consciously aware was pushing others away - but then, if i pretend to be nice, where does that authenticity i worked for & was so scared of go? & i dont mean telling someone their new haircut looks nice even when it doesnt - thats just not being a dick. but i guess, those r the normal trials & tribulations of any relationship & adolescent developing identity. which is weird too - dealing with “normal” issues, i mean. whats the point if your life/limbs/breaking point arent at risk? whats the point when your best friends already dead. im sick of people calling "survivors” (despise that word, so fucking female-originated & overdramatic) “brave” & “strong” - surviving is not brave or strong. its just survival. you wouldnt call an animal brave for running for its life from a predator but you would call a dog courageous for going into a burning building to save its owner. premeditated action on the notion that you are probably going to be hurt is brave. being subjected to pain with no choice is not. theres no “silver lining” or anything “good” to be drawn from it either - sure it may have made x a more compassionate person or made y more introspective & gentle but you know what would have been even fucking better??? if the shit hadnt happened in the first place! let x be an asshole & y be self absorbed - the “benefits”, so to speak, do not outweigh the cost, not by a long fucking shot. its not only patronizing to hear garbage like that, but a slap in the face to know that anyone could possibly see anything good coming from that nightmare & that the characteristics, good or bad, you developed either in response to or as a result of, are worth praise. dont tell me im strong for doing what i had to to escape a torture chamber - tell me im perseverant for studying my ass off & passing that test last week. in the words of one of my dearest & most fucking brilliant friends, “pain doesnt owe me/you purpose - the need to intellectualize & assign meaning to pain & death is not only futile, but harmful.” & honestly, i think that it stems from weakness (in most cases - i realize theres a plethora of other reasons such as those who r just desperate for something to hold on to or r hyperintellectual & analytical or who have been pressured by external “support” systems to find the “good” etc etc) - while the majority of people view the person who “can find the good in everything” (strictly speaking only in relation to trauma/tragedy here & more in denunciation of those that celebrate this trait as opposed to vilifying “survivors” who respond this way, though in my experience, its very very very rarely the “survivor” that perpetrates this ideology ) as strong, i sort of see it as a weakness - their inability to sit with & absorb their own pain or that of others is so strong that not only do they have to frantically pull rainbows out of the teeth of a meat cleaver, they also have to exist within this strange (tho, not malicious - more subconscious) superiority complex. like, nah, dude, some times shit is just awful. you cant tell me anything fucking good came out of a four year old girl being kidnapped, gangraped, & tortured for two years, before being impaled & left to die on a stake. her mom opened a non profit organization? oh well thank fucking god for that!!! those that believe the latter to be more “enlightened” or whatever the fuck r the same people who say shit like “dying is easy - living is harder” & i get that that its supposed to be interpreted metaphorically for the most part - giving up is easy, trying isnt (which also.....isnt true??? admitting defeat & fully accepting the fact that ur fucking helpless is beyond hard lmao???) - but pretend youre somewhere, anywhere outside ur sunny little fucking yoga studio full of white women whos biggest issues r the pta & johnny whos failing math, & lets say your life is in real, imminent danger, a gun is to your head & i want you to not scream or cry or beg for ur life since dying is “easier”. if dying is so easy, why do the majority of ppl cling to it with such desperation - why is suicide illegal? why do some ppl go thru 100s of chemo treatments even tho the doctors say theyre just prolonging the inevitable, ppl who cut off a diseased arm so it wont spread, those who walk dozens of miles every day for food & water, etc? & i know & understand the survival instinct better than anyone, even when i wanted to die more than anything, my natural instincts would kick in with no conscious neural input & id do what i had to do. im not condemning those who cling to life (ok - a little. ur wasting resources out of ur own fear. but i also realize thats just me being a Fucking Asshole As Always cuz technically, im doing the same thing tho its more due to lack of opportunity rather than fear. i just think, societally, death should be more normalized, discussed, & not made out to be so unknown & scary), instead just reprimanding those who say shit like that (inspirational facebook quotes). especially cuz most of the ppl who do spew that shit have never gone thru anything even remotely difficult - their worst nightmare is a Big Scary Black Man grabbing them on the street, mugging them, & touching their tits. & i also know that these stupid ass sayings are to be applied to bullshit like exercise & fitness (“no pain no gain” is another one of my Favorites) & not fucking torture or even just ur run of the mill rape, even that would probably smash the rose tinted banana republic shades off their beverly hills tanned faces. but ive heard the no pain no gain one a handful of times in the last few weeks, specifically from doctors performing procedures in preparation for my bottom surgery. & i know its supposed to be encouraging & they have no way of knowing, but its just like, buddy, u have no idea who youre fucking talking to. & im starting to understand what THEY mean when they say it - pain with a reward is infinitely more tolerable than pain just for the sake of pain; like, a tattoo, it hurts, but u know, when its done, its gonna be sick as fuck. when u r able to fall back on the idea that its for something u rlly want, its A Lot easier to handle as opposed to pain thats Just Pain - theres no reward for it except, i guess, that the more u experience it, the closer u r to the end of it lmao. i mean, i still hate when ppl say it cuz for most of my life, pain was just pain, & the “reward” was the opportunity to go home at the end & so whenever ppl say that, my mind just immediately resorts back to that & im just like haha fuck u. but im trying to remember my experiences r definitely not universal & im starting to sorta understand what they mean i think. but, flipping gears here, & going back to the sentiment of “everything happens for a reason”, the base philosophy of psuedo deep Fuckwads - a girls dad didnt fuck her “for a reason”, everything doesnt happen “for a reason”. like ok, hypothetically, the kid he impregnated her with & that she was forced to have at 12 may surpass all odds & not become a homeless junkie & instead become a world renowned doctor who finds the cure for cancer. but she wasnt raped repeatedly from the age of six for that “reason”, no matter what anyone says & honestly, the liberation of the masses does not justify the suffering of one, especially a child. in my eyes at least. but again, im a bitter asshole. sorry i just Went The Fuck Off here oh my god.....if u read all this, thanks, pal. if not, thats cool too. but yea, send me ur stuff, id totally be down to read it. as for me potentially thinking ur cute, i have to look at my disgusting shitstain of a “face” every goddamn day so everyone else to me is fuckin aphrodite. but im also tryin to not put so much worth into physical appearance- its not something that should be complimented cuz its just smth a person was born with which is the same reason it shouldnt be insulted. this is gonna sound gay & stupid but i personally find that a persons essence & personality really permeates. you can meet someone who, objectively, isnt all that great looking, but once u get to know them, u really see their beauty - how the sun catches in their hair, their dilated pupils looking up at u from under long eyelashes in the dark, the birthmark on their right shoulder that they despise but that is so Them, the gap in their teeth, etc. & idk how to phrase this without it sounding like “well ur ugly but at least ur a good person”, cuz that only reiterates the societally indoctrinated emphasis on appearance & my kneejerk reaction to assure the person in question that thats not what im saying is only another result of that!!! its inescapable!!! but no, really, its not just a matter of “its on the inside that counts” - physically, they change or maybe, actually this is more likely, when i first meet them, my “default” eyes r just looking for features that i know im immediately attracted to (tall, blonde, sickly as in sunken eyes sticklike pale but still looks like she could & will beat the shit out of me) but as i fall in love or get to know them better, my eyes adjust & i notice & adore the beauty that was there all along. so uh. idk if ill think ur “cute”. but probably, yes, ill think ur an angel.

[didsomeonesayventus]

ESSAY TIME I love a ship please come hang out w/ me on this dinghy or like. dont because fates is awful and I can’t blame u for dodging that bullet but i just wanna scream because i love them and they’re the fixation rn so 321 GO

i cant blame anyone for not really seeing this because their support is. Ok. Its alright. Not amazing, it’s serviceable, better options are out there in fates I'll concede. Corrin has like. At least 3 other love interests who feel more canon LMAO but this isn’t about them

It's more from elsewhere in their characterization that really made me adore them and, as I mentioned in tags, a lot of this comes from how I write them which. Is largely filed under rp stuff right now but more ramble time on how i write them i guess dont forget to mark your free bingo space for throwing out large swaths of fates canon and writing.  Also we're scooting their canon support gently to the side because it’s ok it’s not the most offensive writing this nightmare scrap heap of canon has to offer but a massive missed opportunity.

PART 1- One (1) Corn, With a Side of Emotional Neglect

*makes vague gesture at Disney's Rapunzel* Corrin would have been so much better recieved if the devs just took some notes from you instead of writing such a flat character i swear.

Corrin in particular with how I write her is getting a pretty massive rework in the emotionally stable department because honestly I don’t believe she would be. like. She's not dumb, but she is naive, important distinction, and it ends up coloring her views a lot and I have a ramble on that over here on the inverse graph that is Corrin’s confidence but to dissect where her attitudes came from:

Her family was limited to visits, and she has been directly/implicitly blamed for this for roughly a decade and a half, at least a decade, by not being an insane king's definition of strong enough to be with them. Bad memory makes her frail, swordsmanship isn’t up to par, doesn’t seem to offer much else in terms of skills unlike Xander, a Certified Badass(tm), Magic-oriented Leo and Elise, and Magically gifted but just plain ruthless Camilla. She’s held at arm’s length from her family, and while her siblings may have always loved her and expressed that love as often as they could, they’re not always there or a good yardstick to measure her progress with, and she had to always watch them go and likely wonder when they would come back, or if they even would.

As for our beloved butler and maids, being surrounded by servants was probably her most constant and consistent source of contact, and she does love them, but it can be very easy to wonder if they love her because they do or because it's their job to.

Corrin's faith in everyone around her and unwavering trust is there because any sort of doubt is basically redirected to. her. Because she is the dumbass who's still figuring the world out. She's hyper aware she's still learning and making naive decisions and she overcompensates that with "well what do I know" and not feeling really all that worthy to be Special Protagonist. She doubts herself before almost everything else.

Brief mention of Dragon arc because fates was dumb and neglected an entire arc for dragon feelings beyond chapter 5 and foreshadowing for Dad(tm) but I also write in an arc of the Dragon Is A Metaphor For Loving Yourself Faults And Trauma And All Love Yourself And You Can Control Yourself Dammit.

*Corrin hurt herself in her confusion!*

The way I write Corrin is not nearly as put together and confident as Canon™️ Corrin is, at least for a good chunk of the plot. She fakes it till she makes it because she is a leader and being mopey will not get things done but she’s also very self critical and mopey on the inside and quite paranoid that people don’t actually like being around her and just. ball of stress and anxious hidden under Many a uwu that she doesn’t want to talk about because why should she complain her childhood wasn’t That Bad and if she’s mopey how can she set a good example and people don’t like debbie downers and look its fine its fine lmao

PART 2- Mr. Perfect

As for Mr. Subaki he puts a lot of time and effort into looking perfect. I emphasize that because he may very well have natural talent, but honestly it feels like a large amount of his perfection is just. Stressing himself out by planning for and rehearsing everything possible! God this anxious idiot I love him!!! He's sociable and agreeable, but I think with basically everyone it’s. Skin deep. He’s charismatic Enough, and he digs a bit into the other’s history and personality if he’s interested, but he never really lets the other reciprocate like a magician never revealing his fraudulent secrets.

Biggest problem with that is he can't open up and vent because that is to admit a flaw and no no cant have that we cannot have that so he's just. Not sure who to turn to and has trouble being emotionally honest- even to himself. He just! Doesnt let himself have fun or relax; all perfect all the time baby. There’s basically no one who he could consider a close and trusted friend who can love him flaws and all. The closest would be Sakura and Hana and welp. gotta keep things professional and it’s not like Hana really expresses a sense of understanding and patience when they’re fiercely competitive with each other.

There’s probably a lot of muttering to his pegasus while he’s cleaning her hooves or braiding her mane, or staying up late thinking about how narrowly disaster was and wasn’t avoided that day but he. Also doesn’t really vent and also feels that imposter syndrome of “I’m honestly awful how did I even make it here.”

and it stinks because I think at his core he is a very sweet and caring guy and a massive dork, but he just plops himself on the edge of a pedestal and gives himself no room to be himself or anything less than perfect and is likely on the cusp of impending burnout.

you dumb anxious idiot i have S-Ranked you every fucking time I open this godforsaken game I didn’t even fucking plan for this

PART 3- (Patrick Warburton impression) “Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.”

So our characters and stage are set. We got FE Fates (I’ll default to Rev), we got my views when writing these two, so what next? What is the general plot I imagine since we’ve gently scooted aside the canon support chain?

The dumbasses-to-be think they’re out of each other’s league.

For Subaki, it is plot-irrelevant background character falling in love with the protagonist, which yields the exact sort of pining you’d imagine: man you are super cool and hit all my standards but I’d be dreaming if you felt the same about me. She’s sweet, she takes charge, she can fight for herself well enough, has he mentioned she’s sweet? He can actually relax a bit around her which is really odd but I guess that’s what happens when your personal skill is literally called “Supportive”. Oh yeah and also his Lady’s older sister which oof. Sakura? In law???? Hinoka in law???? Takumi in law?????????? ryoma in law oh gods.

For Corrin, it’s Mr. Prince Charming right there and he’s very nice and Sakura is saying so many nice things about him but wow she’s. a princess from a country that has consistently terrorized his and on top of that might a well have been raised under a rock!!! And she picks up details and nuances in people remarkably well, but she overthinks them. She can pick up that Subaki- while very polite and friendly -isn’t being entirely forthcoming about what he’s thinking or feeling, but she can’t pin down exactly what it is, and makes the educated guess that he's just being nice because she’s Sakura’s sister or something.

And they’re friendly. They help each other out a bit. There’s tension, sure, but no one really comments on it (except for everyone making bets in the bg). They don’t really yield on their internal messes because Corrin knows she’s a leader and can’t really do that and distracts herself with believing in everyone around her, Subaki just flat out would rather do literally anything besides admit he’s messed up anywhere or open up. So feeling are put on a low simmer for awhile.

Of course they fall in love, and it almost gets messed up because when Subaki requests to talk with her in private to confess, she immediately assumes he’s going to tell her that he’s not interested. Her simmer roars into a boil because she’s been under Protagonist Stress ON TOP OF having a crush she’s confident won’t be reciprocated, so she snaps quite a bit because that has all been shoved in a bottle and she just wants to get the mess over with if he’s just going to tell her very nicely that her company is lovely but hes not interested it hurts a lot to think that but its fine you don’t have to settle.

But the thing is being emotionally vulnerable like that, pointing out she’s scared too of always not being enough and living up to expectations, to finally get that off her chest, spurs him into it, too. Because she gets it. She honest to god gets it even if she bought into the lie he’s perfect she understands. Oh, yeah, she also reciprocates feelings that’s really excellent too. Like Subaki probably makes a lot of fuss about a bunch of ultimately meaningless details and having “standards” and yadda yadda gods help whatever poor soul asks him to pull out the list of traits of his ideal partner, but I think at the end of the day if he’s looking for love most of all, like a lot of people he just wants someone who he can just. be himself around. Who likes it when he’s being himself!

And they both learn that yeah maybe they’re more flawed than they’ve been lead to believe, but it starts to not matter at all because they still try really hard and everyone makes mistakes. They’re both here to say it’s ok your best is enough, YOU are enough. They both think they’re amazing regardless of their mistakes and love to see each other smiling and succeeding and just make. a nice little bubble of comfort. They’re stubborn and supportive, they learn how to poke and prod the bad moods away be it making a nice cup of matcha and talking it out or laughing at a tiny, meaningless mistake and repeating it to keep that feeling of dread away. Also they both spoil their partners regardless of who they end up with you can’t @ me on that they both do it which means guess what mega spoil time. And long hair on both just means they can braid each other’s hair no problem... waaaaaa.... Also early rise Subaki and late rise Corrin so there’s always a sleepy fight in the morning because UGH this is early you keep saying i’ll get used to it but im not i need a kiss first if you want me to be up this early. Subaki is better at logic and planning than Corrin, and Corrin keeps things optimistic and has a good gut for when to take an improvised risk. They’re always swapping places on who’s holding the other back from a fight that isn’t worth it because some asshole insulted the other, they mediate each other and will fight anyone who even harms a hair on the other’s head. They give and they give back and they work together perfectly.

And when it comes to the kids that bubble expands and they make sure they all have the tools to just take a deep breath and remember it’s okay Mama and Papa love you so much and you’re going to be amazing no matter what you do. Corrin’s got the best stories to tell and Subaki tucks the blankets in just right. They’re good parents with a lot of patience and plenty of mental health wisdom which is good because, as my mom would say, “bad brain chemistry is my bad”.

Like UGH I love them. I love them a lot. A good chunk of this is me making canon better thank me fates devs

Part 4- Katie All of This is Out of Your Noggin What About Canon

(DBZ abridged vc) WHAT ABOUT CANON but ok here have some canon quotes

“The two spent the rest of their lives together. Corrin ruling as the wise Queen of Valla. Subaki adapted quickly to royal leadership and became a great source of support for his wife. “ - Revelation route ending

“I feel like the pressure's off when I'm with you. I don't have to be perfect.” “You'll never be lonely as long as I'm around. Just call me and I'll come running.” - Friendship bonding quotes but also consider waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“This might sound corny, but I think you're my soulmate.” - What he says when he is married to you and yes that is corny and its perfect

hot spring is dumb fanservice BUT if you can get the good RNG to get them both in there   “A shared bath warms not just my bones, but my heart as well.” “I-I suppose so...I just wonder if it's right to be so happy...” (emphasis mine) IT ABSOLUTELY IS BE HAPPY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also one of his quotes when u stop by your quarters is  "Ah, welcome home, dear. Kick off those shoes and relax. You're with me now!" and you absolute himbo your wife doesn’t fucking wear shoes!!!!!!!!!

Part 5- I’m done I’ve yelled into the void good night enjoy a ship please be excited for the fic I have on the backburner that I will get out there one of these days but I want it to be perfect so RIP me I guess