#and who wouldnt be when youre not even allowed to express your pain? you'd be resentful too

[draconifay]

Lots of women get good at swallowing all their emotions and pretending to be okay. But then all those processed emotions just simmer and simmer until one little thing sets them off - then they go unacknowledged again as everyone pretends it never happens...rinse and repeat.

That's a pattern I've observed with certain women in my family, and it fucking sucks to see. Cuz on one hand, you know they're trying their best, but on the other, it leads to them being self-sacrificial and stomping all over their own feelings, building frustration and resentment that causes pain and heartbreak eventually.

Women deserve to live in a world where they're not forced to swallow their feelings. They deserve to be able to rely on others, and to be given space to process what they're going through, instead of being forced to keep up a facade to please others.

I know it's an issue that boys are not taught emotional maturity amd women are expected to take care of them but please do not think that therefore it must be true that women ARE taught emotional maturity. Like please take a look at all of our mothers and tell me you honest to god believe that

[bigassmoonchild]

i like to think ghost have a partner that expresses love by biting { totally not me i wouldnt even think of chomping} but hes so used to it that he doesnt have a reaction when his wife is in nibble mode

but

everyone else loses their complete shit thinkin that a random person just bit ghost { i also love the idea that ghost doesnt tell soap shit jus to fuck with him }

i absolutely adore this bc i definitely do this 💀 (i've had this in my drafts for a few days now, but just finally figured out how i wanted it to go)

🫶🫶

simon would sit in the mess hall, not just to show face but also to be with the rest of his squad. price had to push him to join, but now he came of his own choice. it was something he did, not too often, but often enough.

on this particular day, you had gotten back from a mission all but a few hours ago. simon had been gone for a few weeks prior to you leaving, so you hadn't seen him in nearly a month and a half.

you walked into the mess hall, simon could see you from where he was sitting. you grabbed your tray of food and looked around to find where you were going to sit. he saw you move towards your squad before spotting him, sitting in front of soap and gaz.

so you made your way over, shuffling between people who were standing around and having to take a few different routes to get to them. dropping your tray down, you sat next to simon.

soap went to snag some food off of your tray and you smacked his hand, giving him a face as you did so. the three of you were talking, about what simon wasn't entirely sure of. he was trying to look at you while not completely giving himself away.

god, he loved you. more than you'd possibly ever know. catching his eye, you gave him a slightly confused face and you could see his eyes slightly squint with a little smile.

smiling back, you dove back into your conversation with soap and gaz. '...didn't realize that was something he did,' you said as simon came back into the conversation.

soap gave a little laugh, rolling his eyes. 'oh, gaz is a real charmer. spilled his pint o' beer on a lady once in a bar. you remember that, right ghost?' and simon nodded, giving a little grunt as he did so.

he still watched you, the light shining in your eye and the color slowly returning to your face as everything began to go back to your normal. he knew how much you missed this during missions, and even with the bags under your eyes he still thought you were as beautiful as ever.

the conversation waned, soap and gaz beginning to argue a little. your knee pressed against his, allowing your legs to touch. the only bit of pda he would allow with other soldiers around. with his mask on.

even though gaz and price knew, he kept it a secret from the loud mouthed scot. he knew, as much as he (unwillingly) cared for soap, word would spread fast if he knew it.

and the two of you spoke often about possibly bringing him in on the secret. possibly even just coming out as a couple at the nearest milball.

as much as the conversations happened, that was two milballs ago. three years you had been together, and just six months ago he had popped you the question. he knew exactly where that ring lay, on a long chain sitting just on your sternum.

some nights, he would kiss it. long and hard as he prayed to whatever being would listen that the two of you returned safe from the mission you were next on. other times, he tugged on it to pull you in for kisses.

there would even be a few nights that he would just play with it, feeling the heat of the metal from where it would rest against your skin. he loved that you kept it so close to your heart, and kenw that once the two of you married you wedding band would sit just there.

his own would sit against his heart, as soon as he got it.

a sharp pain from his bicep pulled him from his thoughts, looking down at where you bit him. clenching your teeth a little harder, you finally released him.

'what the hell was that,' soap sputtered out. looking between you, then simon and gaz. gaz gave him a little shrug, looking away as you leaned for another bite.

simon pushed your head away from his arm. 'don't bite me, you little mosquito,' he huffed at you. you gave him a cheeky little smile, winking at him before digging back into your food.

soap gestured wildly. 'no, i want to know what's going on. what the hell. why the hell?'and you gave soap a little laugh.

pulling the chain from under your shirt, you dangled the ring and chain in front of him. 'technically, we are still planning the wedding,' and you grunted as soap kicked you.

'and why wasn't i told?' he hissed at the two of you. you gave a faint shrug, playing with some of the food on your plate. you faught like hell to tell soap, but respected simons decision.

'you've got a loud mouth,'

'i do not!' soap nearly shouted. 'i absolutely do not,' he then whispered. you laughed and tapped your knee against simons.

[loversdelusions]

Yan! Deku X Reader: I love you.

This has been in my drafts for a long time so it's a bit messy.

CW: Implied noncon, suicidal thoughts.

Buy me a coffee!

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Yandere Deku X Reader: I love you.

You were scared, ofcourse you were. Who wouldnt be when your wrists were tied behind your back, really snuggly you could've added, though it wasnt necessary when you really know who tied you up.

He'd have enough practice, with all he did to you.

You might have gotten used to feeling of ropes chaffing at your skin, your legs cramping from the pressure of constantly sitting on them, unable to move anywhere since you'd been 'naughty,' lately. You couldnt understand, how did he not realize you were going to be fucking around? Who in their right mind would not try to escape their abuser?

Well, of course he wouldnt know.

The door creaking open to show the large mountain of a man, innocent parade he put on ruined by who he really was. Even if his green eyes glanced at you and smiled softly, even lovingly. "Hey love,"

You didnt know what to say. What kind of swear word could you use now that you hadnt used before? You didnt feel like to him, nor did you ever, so you bit your tongue and kept your eyes on the wall. You were tired, afterall of this anyway.

It made you reminese, of times you could lay in your bed and dream of a knight in shining armor rescuing you from the drab little life you had, a hero who would reach out and grab you by your waist, save you from drowning, pull you to the land.

Not from pan to fire.

You were exhausted. Crying felt like what you should have been doing, but your eyes refused to cooperate, even if you wanted tears to flood your eyes and take place of the expression you were suppoused to be having, nothing would come. All you did was sit there, staring.

Your hands which used to force nails into skin to release anger lay limp in their bonds, you were sore, bruised from his handling of you last night, of his punishments and his indulgence. Too bad for you though, because Izuku walked over to you, and lifted your jaw with his large fingers, even if your eyes refused to move from the spot on the wall. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, and looked down at you, scanning your body.

"Are you okay, love?"

You didnt respond, even if it burned your skin when he called you that, and it scratched at your insides, physically painful to your lack of response. You had to scold yourself, though. There was no point in fighting him, you had tried, for months. He outdid you in everything you tried. He was always one step ahead of you in escape attempts, he outdid your strength and punished you for all the lines you'd crossed. He left no air to breathe, he was everywhere.

So even when he stared at you and demanded a response, you said nothing.

He sighed softly, mumbling something underneath his breath, his hand falling from you and he stood, giving you a look you had come to understand as him analysing, but you didnt see what he was looking for. You kept focus on the wall. It was easier than looking at him.

Everytime he touched you, your skin would crawl, memories of his hands and his touch on your crying and thrashing form would flash in your mind, and you felt the urge to slip a razor through your skin. Not like he would allow you out of your bonds to do anything.

He started to strip out of his work clothes, heading for his shower. He glanced at you throwing his head to side playfully and looking at you, "You wanna join me?"

You pursed your lips. This was tough, because you wanted to snap at him, you really did, but you had promised you'd stop fighting him. You didnt answer, and watched him in your peripheral. You wanted to snark at him, ask him how the fuck that would work when your hands and ankles are tied. He sighed, dissappearing into the bathroom for a minute before he walked back in, curly green hair pulled up in a little tuft ontop of his head. Only in his boxers while he pulled himself onto the bed, crawling up to where you wearing resting onto the bedrest. You looked away, flinched when he touched your knee.

"Pet, look at me."

"I am not your fucking pet." You hissed, even if you chided yourself afterwards. Your breath caught up in your throat, though your eyes met his green ones. You hated the relief when you read the light in his eyes. You could tell when he was angry with you, his light green eyes usually darken, and you could feel the electricity of his anger all around you. Now he only frowned, as if he was concerned.

"I know, doll." He sighed, "It's just a nickname,"

"Fuck your nicknames. Fuck you."

His brows knit in his frown, and even though you knew that he wasnt angry yet, it was getting harder to breathe, and you knew you were heading towards a panic attack. "Why... why did you take me? Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"I love you, I just want you to be with me."

"You dont love me." You whispered, shaking your head. "You dont love me."

"I do. I love you," He pressed, "I only want you, to be with me and to have me, and start a family with me. Because....It's only you." He sighed, carressing your leg. Your eyes closed tightly.

"Fuck off, just... fuck off." You sighed turning to the side trying not to look at him.

"Language, a pretty doll like you shouldnt swear." He grabbed your ankle bonds and pulled, with a squeal you were dragged down onto the bed. He trapped you in his arms and looked down at you. Your breathing quickened but you tried to keep a straight face.

You laughed dryly, "So what? Your gonna kill me? Go ahead."

You were irritated at the look on his face, his frown only deepened. "What? I am not going to kill you." He reached over to touch the binds on your hand, ropes that still burned at your skin. "I dont want to put you in ropes, despite how pretty you look. It's only until you learn,"

His fingers fluttered over the scars from the burns, his frown falling and stilling in nonchalance, you could tell he was thinking, and it always worried you when he began to plan. Well because it always ended with you in pain while he indulged in whatever he wanted, 'for your own good'.

He looked over to his drawer, and pulled out a knife. Your lips parted in surprise and horror and you began to squirm, "No. Deku--"

He pulled you up by your waist and turned you around, placing you on your stomach, he ignored your shivering fearful voice and espically when the cool metal of the knife touched your wrist. You held your eyes shut tight ready to feel the pain again. He had always been unhinged, when it came to knives. You never really understood it, though probably because you're the one who bleeds for it.

Though he didnt cut you this time, instead you felt the ropes fall from your bleeding sore wrists. You pulled your wrists towards your chest, forcing yourself around and rubbing your wrists, gritting your teeth in pain. A sigh of relief falling from your lips. He looked at you, "Come on, let me heal you."

"I dont want your help,"

"Right now you need it, so come here." He pulled you into his lap by the edge of his bed. Even if you didnt want his help, you were kind of grateful he was there, pulling bandages around your wrists. While he sat there helping you, you could only think of his eyes. He looked coldly at your hands, and you wondered what he was thinking. "Okay doll, be nice, It'll be okay for you to walk around. I dont mind you exploring the house, I just dont want you to get hurt,"

You gave him a look, "What the hell do you mean? It's a house."

"Yeah," He chuckled, "It's just because you're so small and cute," He muttered, as if you would not have heard him. You had to remind yourself that just because he was being kind to you, doesnt change anything. He was still the man who kidnapped you, the man who raped you, it changed nothing. He wrapped up and finished the nad, and smiled a dorky little smile. "Tada!"

He pulled you off his lap, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Okay love, I'm gonna go take a shower now,"

He stood, walking over to the connected bathroom. You sat down at the bed where he left you, and watched him leave. He gave you such a strange feeling. You hated him, but you couldnt help the thought. Why couldnt he just be like this all the time? Why did the hero who promised he would save you turn out to be such a cruel man, and yet suddenly flip as if he hadnt left bruises on you that wouldnt dissapear for days?

You were startled out of your thoughts when he popped his head out of the door childishly. "I love you,"

You only stared. He gave you a smile and left, and you finally looked around.

Where the hell was that knife?

Your ankles were still tied. Hesitantly, you wondered if it was worth calling him back, even if you heard the shower running. Instead you slumped back on the bed.

For fucks sake.